growth It started with something small

[Dogma]

Part4

Eric spent more time in the change room after that. Well, and in the gym and he even started swimming in the pool. But either way that left him in the change room more often … using a locker near Kevin. Okay, he was intrigued.

 

It was like Kevin was on steroids. Only he wasn’t. They tested for that because while getting your feet stretched out an extra five inches might not get noticed, but apparently putting on 20 pounds … closer to 25 by now … of muscle over a couple of months does get noticed. Curse logic. His body was just pumping the testosterone out naturally. So the more he worked out, the more he grew. And inspired by how well his body was responding to the workouts, Kevin was working out a lot. Pushing himself to see just how far he could go. Swim season was over now but it was looking pretty clear he wouldn’t be back on the team next year. He was just getting too damn muscular to swim competitively. He’d played football in high school but never been big enough to consider going further with it, but now? Pound by pound, day by day, that was changing.

 

So, yeah, not-gay Eric was intrigued watching his play out in front of him. Buff Kevin, meanwhile, seemed to be in a better mood. Apparently being a walking growth hormone didn’t include rage. Still, that didn’t mean he wasn’t ready to trash talk Eric when he walked in and saw him parked on the bench: “I see you spending time here, but you’re still a skinny-assed twerp.”

 

Cue, the curse.

 

“I know. I know. I don’t have a big thick muscle ass like you.”

 

“Seriously?” Eric thought as the words tumbled out of his mouth. “A muscle ass? Tell me I did NOT just say that.”

 

“That’s right,” Kevin laughed and slapped his own ass and kept walking. He really was getting off on his own growth, “And it’s getting more muscular every day.”

 

Only it wasn’t every day. It was every second.

 

Unlike the testosterone boost, this time the curse brought Eric immediate satisfaction. (I mean in the sense that he could tell it had worked, of course.)

 

Kevin was wearing cotton shorts—was he free-balling in them?—and another tank top. The shorts had been loose enough before but Kevin’s ass thickened with dense glutes stretching the material and drawing it deep down into the cleft of his ass. Eric could literally here the material stretching as Kevin’s ass grew and filled those shorts to capacity. The material didn’t break, but it was stretched so tight over Kevin’s thick glutes that Eric could see the striations in Kevin’s ass every time he moved. The impact wasn’t limited to Kevin’s ass. Again, curse logic, if the ass changes, the rest of the body has to change to balance things out. Kevin’s quads, already a respectable size blew outwards, the tear drop above his knee dancing up and down as he moved, and his hamstrings rolled out to form a distinct shelf.  Walking-growth-hormone Kevin had a solid upper body now but this change added gave him a bottom heavy powerskater’s body shape, with massive thighs and thick meaty glutes.

 

“Fuck,” Kevin rubbed his hands up and down his thighs as he stepped on the scale to announce that he was now topping out at 215. He was oblivious to the fact he had gained 20 pounds of muscle in his lower body in the last minute but he still seemed to get something was up. His lower body seemed to be throbbing as he ran his hands up his muscles again.

 

“Been going a little hard on the legs lately,” he said looking down at himself and then gave another laugh at Eric, “too bad I can’t share with you, eh skinny ass?” And with that Kevin walked out of the change room, his ass cheek’s were sliding tightly against each other as he moved and his inner thighs had to slide by each other as he walked. The movement opened up a tear on the seams of the shorts. They’d survive the workout. But Kevin would discover, to some annoyance and some pleasure, that the only clothes that would fit him at home now were sweatpants. His jeans wouldn’t even make it over his thighs, never mind that big thick muscular ass of his.

[Jockmorphr]

Really enjoying this story, and definitely remember it from the old site. So looking forward to seeing more!

[MuscleNexusTF]

I love the lightheartedness of this story, it's a fun one! And you're a great writer.

[musclequinn2]

Yeah this story is great!! I can't wait to see where it goes!

[Dogma]

Part 5

Eric seemed to find himself walking behind Kevin a lot during the next few weeks; watching those thicks glutes move from side to side as Kevin walked and that the deep cleft in Kevin’s all too body hugging sweat pants . It was almost always sweat pants now. Eric accidently/intentionally bumped into Kevin just so he could feel his arm (the hand would have been too obvious) brush against the deep crevice of those thick dense cheeks. The funny thing was ordinarily that would have initiated a threat or an insult from Kevin, but this time the ever-growing man just looked down and sneered with a hint of amusement in his eyes. Looked down, because Kevin now towered an easy six inches over Eric and his weight kept ticking up every week.

 

But, as was the trend, their next encounter happened in the locker room. Eric was in there legitimately. He had also just gotten out of the pool after a long swim. If nothing else, the Kevin infatuations, and he had to admit that’s what it was, had helped tone up his own body. Nothing huge, and he’d only gained a couple of pounds of muscle, but he was filling out his clothes a little better.

 

But the timing here was critical: he had just come out of what was a pretty cold pool. And as he pulled off his bathing suit and sat down on the bench, Kevin picked precisely that moment to walk into the locker room. Kevin, who had never been shy and was getting less shy with every pound of muscle he gained, had stripped out of his clothes and was buck naked before he even noticed Eric was there. But as he pulled out his speedos (new, extra large speedos to deal with his too-thick for the swim team body) he glanced over at Eric, looked down appraisingly, did a double-take and laughed.

 

“Christ, man. You have nothing down there. Are those balls even big enough to hold cum?”

 

The insult was like a bucket of (appropriately) cold water on Eric. Two thoughts raced through his head as he looked down at himself  (and his shrunken self) indignantly:

 

1 WTF Kevin, you’ve never heard of shrinkage?!

2 Who says stuff like that!?

 

So yeah, those thoughts one after another. But what rolled off Eric’s tongue was this:

“Well, we can’t all have a big fat dick like you. And those cum tankards you call balls, how do you move, how do you even think when they’re always so loaded up and ready to explode?”

 

Eric felt himself turning a deep shade of red; even by curse standards that last set of lines was over the top.

 

Kevin’s lip curled up in a grin and he stepped over to where Eric was sitting and stopped with his (still shaved, a legacy from his swim team days) cock just inches away from Eric’s face. Close enough for Eric to see every crease in his sack. Close enough for him to smell the faint hint of sweat and male coming off it.

 

“Are you talking about this dick, small balls?”  Kevin asked and then he froze. The curse was working again and it had plenty to say about Kevin’s dick.

 

Kevin’s cock had already grown over the last few months. Just under seven inches at the start of all this, it was closing in on eight-inches hard now. That didn’t change now. But what did change was that Kevin went from being a grower to the quintessential shower. As Eric watched Kevin’s dick swelled in front of him.  It got bigger. Broader. Meatier. Thick, throbbing, veins coiled over the top of it and around the sides to feed all of that new meat. At full hard on now, Kevin’s cock would have a circumference of over eight inches; but even (mostly) soft, the circumference wasn’t much less. And soft now meant six inches of thick heavy meat. Kevin was cut, and he’d had a mushroom head going into this, but it swelled out even more, the skin of it seeming to shine and glisten from the effort, to form a broad red blood filled cap that only the broadest of mouths would be able to wrap their lips around. It didn’t matter what Kevin wore from here-on out, there would be no way to cover up the distinctive shape of his cock head swelling in his pants. People would always be able to tell he was cut at a glance.

 

But the really interesting stuff, the stuff that was going to have the most impact, was happening in his balls. They filled. That was the only way to describe it. They filled with cum and when they could hold no more they swelled to increase their capacity; to become tankards of cum.

 

There was nothing loose or low hanging about the ball sack that pushed out from Kevin’s groin. Quite the contrary, Kevin’s balls literally filled his sack, stretching those creases that Eric had noticed earlier and bulging out as full round orbs so that the line down the middle of Kevin’s ballsack, the raphe, was pulled into a cleft in the middle of Kevin’s sack with the balls bulging, not hanging, on to either side of it. They filled the space between Kevin’s legs so that he’d have to swagger around them every time he walked. They pushed his cock forward so that even when it was soft it had to point out and away from his body rather than down. And they were perpetually churning, perpetually on fire with sensation, perpetually aroused. Henceforth, cumming would quell, but never completely cease that buzz of energy in Kevin’s groin.

 

Eric watched all this, with his mouth hanging open, and Kevin’s cock only inches away. And as the changes slowly subsided, he realized something else. Kevin was …. dripping. It was as if his balls were so full that they couldn’t contain it all. The mouth of his cock had become a wider and deeper hollow thanks to the change. Precum oozed out of that deep cock mouth pooled in a thick glistening drip and then stretched downwards in a long thick string to land … Eric felt the felt warm, damp splash before he looked down to see it … on Eric’s cock. It was followed by another string of cum and another, and as each one fell there was just a moment when their dicks were literally tethered together by a string of precum.

 

Kevin’s eyes had glazed over during the change. Up until now the changes had all been physical. But this time the pure and constant arousal created by the change left Kevin’s head a buzz. He himself trying to clear it, but he couldn’t shake the slightly goofy/horny smile off his face. Forgetting Eric was even there, he reached down to rub his had across his tight full balls, trying to ease that constant churning feeling within them

 

But all he accomplished was releasing another cascade of precum, that stretched down to drench Eric. But Kevin did at least finally notice that Eric was there, and the goofy smile turned into a predatory grin.

 

“Well,” Kevin said, looking down past, around really because he had to shift his head to see past it, his own cock. “It looks like I was wrong. You do have something there after all.”

 

Eric had been so mesmerized by Kevin’s cock sitting just inches away from his face, close enough to lick, that he hadn’t even thought about what was happening with his own. But, as if marching on orders from Kevin’s gaze, it had started to stretch out; it was slick and lubricated, glistening from the steady shower of precum that was still falling on it.

 

“Now,” Kevin still hadn’t moved. “Mr. Always has comeback. Are you going to open your mouth again? Or do I get the last … word … in?” He edged slightly closer as he spoke, just close enough for the damp end of his cock to brush Eric’s lips and slowly, almost imperceptibly his hips started to buck back and forth, pressing the cock closer, then withdrawing, closer, then withdrawing.

 

Eric bailed. There was no other word to describe it.  He tumbled backwards over the bench and bashed his head against a locker. Then jumped up, his heart pounding and his full hard cock bouncing back and forth as he did it, and yanked his clothes on. Kevin didn’t stop him; his grin just widened, and he reached down to run his right hand down the length of his cock. His fingers came back coated with precum, he looked them over, laughed, and licked the precum from the end of his index finger.

“Well,” he said, looking up at Eric again. “I’m sure I’ll see you later.”

And then he turned back to his own clothes. His cock swayed heavily from side to side as he moved and his balls slid back and forth against each other as he walked; creating a buzz of sensation with every step.

 

The last thing Eric saw was Kevin’s muscular backside. He’d bent down to pick up his speedos; his balls bulging down past his deep crack. The look Kevin gave the speedos was one of almost amusement. He’d just bought a new pair to fit his bigger, more muscular body, but a glance showed they’d never be able to hold his new massive package. So Eric saw that as he ran out the door, and one last string of precum splashing on the floor.

[Mekal]

Okay, WHEN will that asshole get some horrible karma in the face?!

[goremeridian]

Hot, hot, hot. 

 

Love how Eric is slowly...slowly...beginning to get a crush on his bully.

[DelaCrest]

I'm on the same page as Mekal, WHEN?!!!!

[darkluster4]

I'm pretty sure something is about to happen. Three-Fold Law, and all that. I bet though that this curse is actually on Eric for trying to curse Kevin in the first place, but once that stage is done things are going to change a lot.

[muscl4life]

Terrific! I love the kind of "backfired" curse/spells tales, or paerhaps the curse is not being able to accept your own self. Still, an excellent story!

 

Congratulations!