growth Wet Dreams May Come Part 5

[FREaky]

Wet Dreams May Come - Part 5

by F_R_Eaky

 

Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/

Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2402-wet-dreams-may-come-part-2/

Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2407-wet-dreams-may-come-part-3/

Part 4: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2419-wet-dreams-may-come-part-4/

 

Somehow Devon had managed to drag himself in slightly early this day, which he thought was a good thing.  He really didn't want to confront anyone if it could be helped.  However that wish was not to be his today.  Soon he could feel the presence of several people standing behind him as he sat at his desk.  Suddenly there was someone squatting next to him.

 

"You see what I was telling you, sir."

 

"My god,  Wiltshire, you look like death warmed over!"

 

Devon turned his head and Mr. Coalfax became startled and did a knee jerk reaction flinching backwards.

 

"Devon!....."

 

"I'm sorry, sir.  I know I look a little rough."

 

"A little rough?!?  I've seen thousand year old mummies at the British Museum that look better than you right now!  Your eyes are so sunken in, and they've got more bags underneath them than the ceiling of Heathrow Airport!  What is wrong with you, man?"
 

"I'm not sure.... not been able to get a good night's sleep the last four nights, sir."

 

"Van der Voss, take him into my office, as quietly as possible."

 

"Yes, sir."

 

Charles came up behind Devon, trying to whisper words of comfort to him as he helped escort and nearly carry Devon into Mr. Coalfax's office.    After waiting for a few minutes, Mr. Coalfax came in with a bottle in his hand that he was shaking vigorously.  He sat it down in front of Devon.

 

"Here, you look like you could use a pick me up.  This is a sports drink made for a workout.  I'm no doctor and I can't guarentee that it'll help you but...bloody hell, Devon.  You need some help!   You look worse than the day after you came back from holiday, that was supposed to breath some fresh air into you.  Now, you look like you're on death's door.  Now look... I know you like to work, you do a damn fine job, sometimes too good of job, that's why I don't want to lose you, and the world doesn't need to lose a fine example of a man like you too soon, neither.

 

"You've already done a week's worth of work, so I'm going to give you a personal order from me to you.  Go home.  Go home, try and get a nap first.  At around one or two in the afternoon if no nap has come, go see a doctor.  Between that hip injury the other day and lack of sleep you'll put yourself in an early grave, if you don't get some kind of medical attention.   And I won't take no for an answer on this.  You sneak home at lunch.  I'll punch your card for today and tomorrow, so you still get paid.  See a doctor, and show me the receipts for the visit on Monday and tell me what he said.  We'll see if we can work an emergency medical leave for you then if that is needed.  Alright?"

 

"Yes, sir."

 

Devon left at lunch, stopping by the hospital on his way home.  He didn't hardly need to do a thing; they thought he looked bad, too.  After every test showing negative, a doctor gave him a perscription for some sleeping pills and declared his condition to be exhaustion due to lack of sleep.  He was scheduled for other studies later to hopefully discover what the cause was for his lack of sleep, but Devon knew exactly what it was -his very own home.

 

Arriving home late in the afternoon, Devon was so exhausted, he didn't care about eating, taking a shower, or changing out of his clothes.  He didn't even care about his bedroom.  He pop two sleeping pills in his mouth, stuck his head under the kitchen sink faucet and swallowed the pills down after sucking water from the tap.  He then fumbled his way to the living room, after grabbing a blanket in the hall closet.  He crawled onto the couch, pulled the covers over his body and that was all he remembers.  He fell deep alseep fast.

 

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It was around ten or ten-thirty in the evening when he woke up.  There was a large clap of thunder and several flashes of lightning happening.  Devon thought this odd as he didn't remember the weather forcast calling for rain tonight.  Squinting through the darkness, he thought he might fumble his way to his actual bed in his bedroom, when his eyes caught a flicker of light that was too small to be the ligthning.  Something that was the size of the lightning bugs came flitting to and fro from around the hall and flew right on up to his face.  Devon leapt back on to the couch.  The bug had a face - a humanesque face!

 

The little insect flew up again to Devon's eyes and he stared hard at it this time, forcing himself not to blink.  It was a little man.... it was a male fairy.  He was shirtless, with a little flower cap on his head, and a pair of brown pants made from...from... something.  He had a pained expression on his face and his arms were clutching his stomach.  It looked as if he was trying to say something to Devon, but just couldn't make his voice loud enough.

 

Flitting back a bit from Devon to the center of the living room, the little fairy seemed to be losing his glow, as if he were running out of magical power.  The glow was bright, then faded, bright, then faded again.  The wind outside whipped up harder and stronger, it howled something fierce.  In the accompanying flashes of lightning it seemed there was a visual trick being played.  The little fairy suddenly blew up in size, like an enlarged copy from a copy machine.  Then he went back to his tiny size.  Insect size,  bird size, insect size, bird size, cat size, bird size, cat size, dog size, cat size, dog size, child size, dog size, child size, teenager size, child size, teenager size.

 

Devon pushed himself into the back of his couch as hard as he could, watching this flashing display of size, and then wondering what was before him as he saw the adolescent  sized young man standing before him in his living room.  It was like seeing a brownie version of Peter Pan: a slightly tall, thin, spritely young man in pair of earth brown pants and shoes, with a hat made out of a flower on his head covered with bushy, wind-swept hair.  He was cute looking sprite, but Devon wasn't sure at all what to think or make of this.

 

But then suddenly there was a ghostly form walking towards the fey - the form of Adam!  He walked around the now gigantic, for a fairy, fey and then began to hover and swirl round and round him until he disipated and the fey began to glow a bit.  Devon studied him during this bit and then his eyes began to widen in surprise and shock.  The feys frame began to broaden a bit, his jawline got a little squarer, fuller, his arms and legs and neck and chest all got a little thicker, but not with muscle or fat.  No, the fey's bones were thickening, becoming denser, stronger.  He was developing the same kind of bone structure and build that Adam had, but that wouldn't stay the same for long.

 

Devon nearly yelped as another misty looking figure entered the room and began to circle, then swirl around the fey.  This time it was Dafydd.  When the flash was done and the mistly form of Dafydd was gone, the fey began to rise up higher and higher, but he wasn't flying this time.  No his feet were firmly planted on the floor and they were beginning to bust his shoes in every direction.  Devon stared down at the floor when he began to hear the rips and tears of the fairy-man's shoes and he watched the fey's feet come bursting out of the footwear and spread across the floor further and wider, farther and thicker, growing and growing to fill up half a tile, a full tile, a tile and half, possibly more.  Then the pants hem began to rise up and up and up, the hat began to shrink on top of the fey's rising head, as the fey began to grow taller and taller and taller.... four foot, five foot, six foot, seven foot, seven one, seven two, seven three....

 

But as Devon sat in awe wondering if the fey was going to actually match Dafydd in height, another mist figure came lumbering into the room, did it's dance and flash and became one with the giant creature in the center of the living room.  It was the form of Parker.  The man-fey's  body began to stand up straighter, his back flare out broader, his legs began to form a much wider and wider stance.  Rising up on the balls of his feet, he began to exercise his calves that were blowing up like balloons into two huge, pulsing balls, diamonds, hearts, so thick with power and strength.  Then cables seemed to fly out from those calves attaching to the back of the thighs, becoming taught, tight, full, and very chord like.  This in turn cause the back of his thighs to bulge and swell out.  The man-fey began to moan and cry, his voice getting deeper and richer as he continue to grow taller and broader.

 

Finally the man's thighs began to blow up in the front froming more and more fully swollen tear drop shapes that caused what was left of his pants to become form fitting, painted on, stretched see through fibers, finally snapping here and there and just bursting apart, shattering, if one could say fabric does that. Once done with the legs of the pants, his butt began to bubble out and firm up more and more, fuller and thicker, rounder and higher, until the whole back ripped to shreds and the only part left of the man's pants was his crotch.

 

But Devon didn't stare at the man's crotch to see what it would do.  He was far to busy watching the man bed and twist at the waist, as if he were doing crunches while standing up.  Yet as he did so his obliques and abdomen muscles just suddenly popped into crystal clear view, making a rolling popping sound like somone driving a tire over a sheet of bubble wrap.  The more he bent, the more defined his waist and abs became.  Eventually the twisting and turning became nothing more than bending forward and backwards as the mans lats, back, shoulders, and traps began to morph and grow, swell and rise, broaden and thicken.  Lurch forward - bend backward: there was some sides to grab a hold of.  Forward-backward: there was most definitely the start of a good V shape.  CRUNCH!  BEND BACK!  Now there was some kind of monstrous V shape going on.  LURCH!  BEND!  No it was W shape.  FORWARD AND BACK-  it was a thick monstrous bracket shape that defied normal human form.

 

Suddenly the man stumbled back a little bit as he stood up as if trying to throw out his chest and he began to breath deeply...deeper...Deeper.... DEEEEEEEPER.....  huuuuu-hoooooo his chest filled out a bit.  huuuuuu-hooooooo his chest filled out more and his nips appeared to hang slightly lower.  huuuuuu-hooooooo two cresents began to appear above his abs.  huuuuuuu-hooooooo the upper parts of the pectorals joined in swelling with the rest of the chest and now there was two decent sized platters upon the man's torso.  huuuuuuuu-hooooooo the chest inflated even more become large serving sized platters one could place whole sides of beef upon.  huuuuuu-hooooooo  The man's chest spread out wider, barreled out further, his nipples moved down further.  huuuuuuu-hooooooooo the nipples moved to point downward now, growing in size and length, becoming full and hard, the man's pecs looking like two enormous stuffed pillows, albeit firm memory mattress core ones.   huuuuu-hoooooo individual striations appeared, veins began to run criss-cross across two massive globes.

 

Now the man's arms began to shake and quiver as he brought them up and began to flex them, left, right, together, left-right-together.  The forearms bunched and squirmed, inflated and grew, begining to look like two large pillow cases full of snakes writhing round and round as they became so incredibly full and dense.  The man's triceps began to fill out and hang, longer, larger, thicker, fuller, obtaining the horseshoe shape, pressing into the lats shoving in a battle for room.  While up on the top part the upper arm began to swell and grow, the biceps inflating to a hand ball....flex....a base ball....flex....a soft ball....flex....a football....flex....a soccer ball....flex....a bowling ball.....flex.... a bowling ball with a split top....flex...a mountainous double peaked bicep that threatened to rise to high it would collect snow!

 

And as the man's neck began to swell and thicken, grow and widen, then next of the foggy apparitions came in and swirled around him.  This time it was Cristobal.  The man suddenly stood there glassy-eyed with a slight smirk upon his face, his head snapped back and his eyes rolled back in his head.  He began a long, slow, drawn out moan, and as it began his cock began to throb, bob, and suddenly ooze out more and more and more from the man's crotch.  His balls began to inflate too, increasing in their size: walnuts, eggs, apples, grapefruits.  As they got larger his body grew slightly larger too even thicker in muscularity, slightly taller in height, and his cock snaked out just that much more, making it look like the man had an actual hose attached to his groin.

 

Then there was another flash as the ghostly form of George came round and became one with the man.  As Devon watched the man's face began to get squarer, more firm, a man's jaw line.  His hair on his head got thicker and thicker, his eyebrows got thick, but not overly so, his face developed a good days of stubble.  He still had much of his angelic, near child-like features he had as a fairy, but there were no combined with the features of full adult, manly male.  He was facially of the stuff models were made.  From the five o'clock shadow on his cheeks, jaw, and chin, his hair made its way down and feathered in thick and rich all over his chest, down his abs, across his arms about midway down his upper arm and down over the top of his hands.  Over his groin out across his thighs, over the knees and down the shins, calves, and feathering out to nothing just over the top of his feet.  The hair on the top of this man's head came in thicker and fuller than Devon had even seen on anyone.  It was a rich chestnut brown with highlights of blond streaked here and there, and it cascaded down to his shoulders.

 

Suddenly the man's cock became fully erect and Devon nearly both crapped his pants and came full force from his cock seeing the size the man's monster python reached.  But the man paid no notice to Devon and just suddenly ejaculated there on the spot without even touching his prick.  One volley, two volley, three volley, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five volleys.  Cum was everywhere soaking the carpet, spreading across the tiled floors...

 

The man kind of came to, and began to walk forward a bit, stumbling, fumbling as if he weren't used to walking on legs, let alone ones as large and developed as there were so that he had to walk with a side kick step.  Devon seeing where he was head, straight for the cum puddle on the tiled floor, got up and tried to push and divert him over and around.  There was much stumbling and buming, ramming and jamming, a broken wall piece here, a dent of a door frame top there, but somehow Devon got the man stuffed into his bedroom.  The man basically tripped into the bed - the mattress survived, the spings and the frame were broken all to hell.  The man extended well beyond the mattress, but he didn't seem to care.

 

Devon grabbed several blankets and tried to cover the man up.  In return the man grabbed Devon, pulled him effortlessly close to him, where on he very groggily smiled and said, "Thank you."  Then his arms collapsed, he drifted into deep slumber, and poor Devon looked around and figured what the hell.  He pulled a blanket in close to him and then snuggled up to the man's chest and abs, drifting back to sleep.

[cutlerfan]

Intriguing! A fey boyfriend of his dreams perhaps? Thank you for the story so far and I hope to see a happy ending!

[arcto]

Oh, wow this is getting intriguing, I can't wait for more. 

[muscl4life]

From a small male fairy to a humongous hyper muscled stud...That's my kind of fairy tale 

 

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