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Huge changes

From Metabods

by RdyRoger

Book One

I was a perfectly happy straight teen at BH High School. I was 5’8" tall and Sally was my girl and I was average build and looks and everything. Brown Hair, brown eyes. Which some people liked, others not so much.

I waited until the week before Halloween to ask Sally to the winter formal dance.

She said yes, but I know that she was mad about me waiting to ask her. We had an okay relationship, I mean, we even had sex occasionally, I guess I was lucky enough to get that at 15. But I was not prepared for the humiliation to follow.

I went to the Halloween store with Sally and she was still angry about me waiting to ask her to the dance. I mean, I was going to ask her, but I guess I just didn’t know it was such a big deal to her.

"You should wear this Gladiator outfit, short, skinny, and pale looking." she teased me. She knew I wouldn’t be the sort to look good in any sort of gladiator outfit.

I didn’t know what to say. The old hag at the back of the store was watching, which was irritating as she kept staring. Just what I needed, an old woman listening to my 15 year old self being dressed down by Sally, who probably looked like she could beat me up.

"I think I can find something less humiliating!" I told Sally.

"How about this Jungle Man loincloth?" asked Sally, holding it up. "Oh, wait," she said, "this is a Large. You’d need a small, right?"

"Thanks." I said. I was completely average in that department too. Nothing special and she certainly had nothing to complain about. But she was in one of those moods. I made a big mistake. I opened my mouth again. "You don’t have anything to complain about. I wish you’d appreciate me for the things I do for you. And cracks like that hurt, even if you don’t mean them."

She was angry by then, she wasn’t used to me standing up to her on anything. I should have realized this relationship wasn’t going to work.

"Don’t you tell me what I mean or don’t mean, Jordan. If you were more of a real man, instead of a ... homo lover you’d know how to treat me right." She threw the large loincloth and some other items in her hands at me and shouted. And she slammed out of the store. That homo crack was against Todd, a childhood friend who happened to be gay. He was a good looking blond stud, and I knew Sally was really angry that he wasn’t straight. She was used to having the men around her all treating her like a queen. Todd didn’t like her because... well, she treated me badly. But I thought I was lucky to have her. Maybe he was right. Maybe I deserved better.

I looked about as bad as I felt, I suppose. I saw the old gal in back giving me the fish eye.

"I’m sorry you had to hear that. I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you." I felt pretty bad so I shoved the items that Sally had dropped, the loincloth and the gag muscle powder and- oh, god, she’d picked up a fake pad your shorts fake penis bulge adornment. I just shoved some money at the old lady and as she gave me some change her fingers touched mine and there was a spark.

"Not to worry, I remember young love."

"I guess it’s not all it’s cracked up to be."

"Oh, it can be. It should be. I’ll show you how wonderful it can be." She touched my cheek briefly, and I was wracked with an insane ache in my chest and a gladness in my heart that stunned me and left me gasping. It was only for a second, so fast that I thought I maybe had a muscle spasm. "Everything will be alright." she said.

I stumbled out of the store into the daylight, my purchases in a cheap plastic reused bag. I went home and threw myself on the bed for a nap. I felt off. I took some aspirin but if anything it made me feel weirder. I ate some food and again I just felt stranger and stranger. I called Sally and left a V.M. when I woke up. She wasn’t returning my calls. Again.

I showered and when I was in my bedroom with the towel wrapped around me, I saw the plastic bag with the junk from the Halloween store. I tried on the loincloth. It was a bit big on my waist, hung down like almost to my knees, like I was supposed to be hiding a giant salami in there. I laughed. I picked up the pixie stick muscle powder and broke open the paper. I tasted it. Grape. I downed it. I needed the sugar for energy. Then I picked up that stupid fake penis bulge and stuck it up under the loincloth. That was hysterical. It looked even bigger under the fabric, and I suddenly felt weird. I looked in the mirror. I was a skinny short ridiculous teen. And no one had a cock that big, even in porno movies. "I guess that would work if I was 7’ tall and 350 lbs of muscle!!" I said, and slipped off the loincloth, the stupid pad, and I threw everything into the trash. I had a week before Halloween, I’d hit another store and find something I could wear without humiliation.

Sally didn’t call me. I was not interested in calling her. Each day that passed, though, I knew that it was going to make it more difficult when I did talk to her. Was I still even her date for the dance? I had a few weeks to figure that out. Halloween was coming up though. I wondered what I should do. I sure didn’t want to go to the Halloween Party with Sally. I was bitching at Todd and he suggested I come with him to the weho halloween blvd party. That was safe enough, lots of energy, crazy costumes, beer... it sounded perfect. Only problem was that Todd insisted I wear a costume. "I don’t want you to be a lookie lou out there and not participating in the show!"

There was a long discussion of what to wear. Finally, Todd convinced me to wear a much smaller loincloth that his buds had put together. I was skinny enough I could be a jungle teen, I supposed. They put a bunch of mousse in my hair and some makeup on my face and I looked okay, anyway. I wore sandals. At least it was supposed to be a warm night. I have to say that Todd looked great in his Rocket Boy costume. He had a great body anyway and his costume was skin tight white latex and red cape and trim and boots, and red flaming effect shorts. I was surprised. I had never noticed Todd was packing so much. Then I laughed. He asked what I was laughing about.

"You padded your shorts- nice effect!"

Todd almost looked like he was going to get upset or angry, then just shook his head, frowned, and dropped the subject.

The night was fun. The music was loud. The first thing Todd needed was to use the porta johns. I was waiting outside for him and someone opened the dooy of his stall. He’d forgotten to latch the door. He was taking a leak and his cock was hanging down, soft, what looked like 9 or 10 inches! I gasped. I felt a weird feeling in my chest. My muscles ached. "Oh, damn,, sorry!!" said the intruder, and closed the door, but not before I had seen that Todd wasn’t apparently padding anything. He sure didn’t need it. Hell, he probably needed a dancer’s belt to hold all that up there.

But he didn’t know I’d seen and he didn’t say anything and we walked the blvd. searching for his friends. I felt pretty darned sore, my feet and hands and joints ached and so did my muscles. I ached all over. I said as much to Todd.

"We walk a quarter mile and you’re already worn out?" He shook his head. "We need to get you to the gym, get you muscled up, big man!" He grabbed my tricep and squeezed it. I felt it through my whole body.

"You can stop teasing, Todd. With Sally and everything you know I’ve plenty to keep my mind occupied. I just feel weird today!"

"That’s why we need you to hulk out, Tarzan!" Todd said, and he grabbed my shoulders and rubbed them encouragingly. "Oh, wow, I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. Things have just been... weird. Sorry." Todd mumbled.

"What’s been weird?"

"I’m still... I had to go buy new clothes this week." Todd blurted out.

"You like shopping!"

"No, Jordan, I mean, I had to buy new clothes because I hit a growth spurt... my clothes from last month don’t fit me anymore!"

I looked at Todd. He was indeed taller, I realized. And a bit more buff, although I’d subscribed that to the costume he was wearing.

"So you grew an inch or two, no big deal."

"Yeah? I grew over 3 inches taller. And you don’t know the half of it," Todd muttered. I knew he was talking about his protruding bulge but I pretended I didn’t hear.

"So why is that so big a deal? I thought you liked being big and muscular and tall."

"I love it," Todd said, flexing his arms, "but I’m almost 17 and it’s late for me to start growing!"

"So you grew a bit, or your clothes shrank in the wash."

"Jordan, my new clothes were loose on me. Now they’re... too small. I’m going to have to go shopping again tomorrow. This is just freaky."

"What, you think you’re going to turn into Dolph Lundgren? You don’t feel sick do you?"

"I must break you!" Todd joked threatiningly and that broke the tension. As we walking down the blvd, he did say, "No man, I feel great. Better and stronger than ever. I just don’t know what to think about this. I’ve put on 30 lbs this month." I looked at Todd again. He was really a bit taller than I’d realized and his costume was definitely too small for him but no one in weho was going to complain, especially with that huge salami .... I stopped short. When did I start getting off on the size of a guy’s cock? Todd turned and looked to see what was keeping me. I couldn’t help but stare at him. His package looked twice as big as it did in the apartment earlier. "What?"

"Todd, I don’t know how to tell you this, but dude, your cock is huge."

Todd looked down and gasped. His cock was definitely bigger than it had been just 30 minutes earlier.

"Todd, is that what you meant when you said I didn’t know the half of it?"

Todd nodded, embarrassed. I pulled him off the blvd and behind a dumpster in an alley. He was breathing heavily and his muscles looked bigger. He looked taller. But his package... I was shivering. "Show me, Todd."

He pulled down his stretch pants and shorts and his genitals tumbled down. His meat was a lot bigger than it’d been in the john earlier- likewise with his testicles. His cock had been compressed in the spandex, now it hung down in full glory, all 12" of it, and thick ... so thick I couldn’t get my hand all the way around it. I was suddenly realizing that Todd was naked from the belly button to mid thigh and I was on my knees in front of him and I looked up and he looked at me with such intensity and longing and I took his cock head in my mouth. Damn it was big. I stroked it with both hands and licked it and sucked it. A small part of my mind was screaming but it was quickly silenced, it went away... and I opened wide and inhaled his giant cock all the way down. Then he started to grunt and shoot deep down my throat, and it backed up into my mouth and spewed out and down my chin.

I swallowed as much as possible and then I was sitting down on the curb and Todd was sitting next to me in his now way too small costume and I felt so good, so sated. Until I looked at Todd and I wanted more and more.

Todd saw the look in my eyes and asked, "How long have you known you were gay?"

"About 10 minutes." I said.

"That’s not possible."

"It’s as possible as you growing 4 inches taller and your cock growing into a 12 inch monster in a week!"

Todd shivered. My words made his meat pulse and bulge in his tight spandex.

"Sorry," I said. "Down boy!"

"That’s just the problem... It won’t stay down!"

I smiled lustfully. Then I stopped. What the hell was wrong with me? I wasn’t gay. I didn’t used to be gay. I mean, Todd is an amazing man especially now but I never felt anything for a man until... Then I remembered the old woman in the shop. I looked frantically down at myself. I was still skinny short me. Whatever was happening was happening to Todd. Right about then Todd’s penis started to engorge and swell, and Todd groaned in anticipation.

I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want to anyway. I was enjoying his masculine immensity and I heard a rip. And then another. I looked up and his white spandex tore to shreds. Only his red flaming shorts were still in one piece, albeit stretched out a lot around his muscle butt.

"Todd," I said after he came again and was panting against the back of the alley wall, "I think your changes have something to do with something that happened to Sally and me." I told him the story. He shuddered occasionally as the growth spasmed his body and muscles. But he listened. He was taller, now over 6’5" tall and muscled like a bodybuilder... a roided up bodybuilder!

"Where was this shop?" I told him. "I was in there!" Todd said. "I met that old woman! I was looking for Halloween props and she sold me a medallion..". I saw indeed that the medallion that had been on his costume was still hanging by it’s chain around his neck. Todd grasped it in his hand. "It was for the costume, but she told me to make a wish."

"So I don’t get it did you wish to be big and tall?"

"No, I ... I wished for you, that you would love me."

"Somehow that magic must have gotten twisted up in the things I bought that Sally was teasing me with."

"So I’m turning into the huge muscle stud in the loincloth with the giant genitals and ... you became gay? I’m so sorry Jordan."

I felt that I should be mad. But I wasn’t. I found it impossible to be angry with Todd. He was gorgeous, and beautiful, and ... whatever his wish, I wanted him. I felt that ache in my chest that the old witch had shown me. I was in love with Todd.

I took his hand. I looked into his eyes. "I’m not sorry. I’m glad. I’m glad that I’m with someone that I now find.. " I gasped again at the sight of his muscled form..." insanely attractive... and he’s a friend and a great man and he’ll treat me right. But... I never knew that you felt that way."

"I just.. I just wanted someone who was as great as you Jordan, so smart, so cute, so nice, so together... I couldn’t stand you getting ragged on by Sally. If you’re okay with it I don’t regret my wish- that we were in love."

"But you’re such a stud now Todd. I’m just me. Are you sure you won’t... you know, start looking at other hotter guys?"

"Oh, I wish you were a super hot stud that towered over most men, muscled and super ripped, and huge hung like a donkey too, but I love you Jordan. I love you... the you inside you. I will always find something to like about your body."

He let go of the medallion, which fell back against his massive pecs. It flashed and then corroded, and crumbled to dust.

"What the fuck?" exclaimed Todd, brushing burnt crumbs off his massive pecs. "Am I going to shrink now? Are you going to be straight again?"

"No," I said. "I think that was the third wish, Todd. Maybe between us we had three wishes. So now they’re all done."

"But the third wish? Oh my god did I just say I wish? Did I wish you tall and ... all that?"

I smiled wryly at Todd. "I think that we might find the rest of the night on the blvd. interesting."

I pondered the idea of towering over men, being super muscled and handsome and being hung like a donkey... I just shook my head. I couldn’t believe something like that would be possible. I felt like I was stoned anyway, on a dream walk or something. At least my body had stopped aching. I actually felt warm and good for the first time since... since I had last seen Sally.

We improvised a new costume for Todd. I ended up wearing the torn spandex and red shorts and Todd wore the loincloth, which somehow seemed much bigger on him than it had been on me.

I knew by then that something was happening, that my body was changing. I felt my bones and muscles slowly stretching, and I kept unconsciously flexing and moving continuously. Todd looked down from his now 6’ 6" height and then he looked at his insanely huge pecs and biceps. He shrugged. It was like watching an earthquake from a helicopter. He was so massive now. I was 5’7" tall, I mean, I was as in used to be.

"You’re getting taller." said Todd. "Weird. It’s happening so fast to you!"

"It’s Halloween!"

"Yah, maybe."

"Whatever."

"Jordan, I’m not sorry I wished you were taller and muscular and handsome, I’m sorry about that "Donkey" description. I didn’t mean... I hope you’re not, you know..."

"Todd, you didn’t know." Without thinking about it I reached and and took his hand and we were holding hands. Just like that. Walking along weho Halloween blvd. Todd of course got a lot of crazy stares. A couple of guys started following him, and so we stopped and he took a bunch of pictures with people. He insisted that I get into the pictures too.

"Not without my boyfriend!" he’d say, and I was in the picture. What on earth had made him wish we were in love? I pondered the idea and realized that even at his young age Todd had been put through the gay grinder... dated a lot of guys, who’d used him and left. No wonder he wanted someone that was someone permanent. I mean, think about it. Who wouldn’t want to be in love with someone that you liked that was equally in love with you? It’s too rare in this world. We were lucky. I felt, so secure, so good.

I noticed that the time had slipped by and it was 10 pm already. The crowd was wilder and bigger and more fun now. I smiled at Todd.

"I love it when you do that. It makes me feel tingly all over." said Todd.

"What?"

"You smiled at me with that goofy sexy grin of yours. You know, that look that pissed off Sally and made me want to rip your clothes off your skinny little body?"

I wondered why he was talking like that and suddenly I realized he was teasing me. My body was no longer skinny or little. I was ripped, almost 6’ tall! I would have noticed sooner but Todd was still growing a bit taller, getting more proportioned, more attractive, more... perfect to my eyes.

I looked down. My legs were pretty muscular, and I had hair growing on them. I looked at Todd. "You like hairy guys?"

Todd grinned.

Hmm. I guess I was going to be hairy. I hope it is a good kind of sexy hair body.. I already had hair growing in on my chiseled abdominals.

And then I looked again. I was sporting a big bulge. Already. I was supposed to grow to tower over men and I was only 6’ tall and already I had... oh my god! I shouldn’t have touched it. That sent an electric thrill through my entire body. I swear I felt all my muscles flex and swell bigger.

Todd smiled. I am so.... going to give it to him. really. "I hope you like guys with big cocks. I have it on good authority that I’m hung like a donkey!"

"ah, you know my little big gay secret!" said Todd.

"Not really a secret, Todd. You’ve been staring at the big ones in the showers for the last 2 years!" I suddenly realized while we’d been walking and talking that Todd had put his arm over my shoulder and it felt so natural and good I didn’t even notice until my heart swelled with joy.

"OH HELL YEAH!" a little fairy with a camera said. He had wings and everything. "Picture time! with the two muscle studs!"

Now they wanted me in the picture. They all started talking about us, comparing our muscles and our packages. Moment by moment, it became apparent that I was winning that side of the contest as I was obviously sporting bigger wood than Todd! We took a bunch more photos with people and then finally had some time alone and I put my arm around Todd’s shoulder. I stopped. I was in shock.

I looked right across into Todd’s eyes. Oh, hell, he was looking up at me a bit. And then a bit more. He looked at me longingly.

"Oh shit. I’m 6’6" tall aren’t I?"

Todd blushed.

"Happy now?"

"Even happier."

Figured the stud would want a bigger stud. Guess Todd had been tired of always being the big strong man tough guy. My muscles were even more massive than Todd’s. Freakazoid, really. It felt amazing the skin of our muscled bodies rubbing together as we walked shoulder to shoulder. It was 11pm about then. I think Todd had finally stopped growing and changing. No such luck for me.

"What do I look like?"

"Look down!"

"No, I mean my face. What does my face look like?"

"Amazing!!" said Todd. "Absofuckinglutely amazing." He stared dreamily into my eyes.

"Stop that!" I said.

"Why?"

"Because... it makes me want to tear our clothes off and fuck you right here right now. And I’m so happy to think of you looking at me like that for the rest of my life that my heart is so happy it feels like it could burst."

"Do it."

"Damnit! Stop teasing you’re giving me a hard on!" Todd had an amazingly thick chubby pushing out against his loincloth, and I had an insane bulge in those thank god they are spandex red flame shorts! I felt a pulse and my muscle and bones stretched. While I looked into Todd’s eyes, I felt myself rise another inch, like in an elevator. Todd was now about 3 inches shorter than I was.

I wanted to wrestle him right there right now but I knew that would be... very revealing in very short order.

Todd looked up at me with awe and lust in his eyes. He stared hungrily over every inch of my muscled hairy chest and legs and stared even more hungrily at my very hung... bulge.

I was so big now I was actually afraid of taking off the shorts and revealing whatever was making that huge heavy bulge.

I looked at my arms and pecs in amazement. I lifted my arms and flexed them.

Todd gasped and started to swoon but I caught him. He was 300 lbs if he was an ounce and he was light as a feather in my arms. I picked him up and carried him down a side street. I felt my muscle pulsing and growing. His long curly blond locks framed his perfect face. Even as I walked I felt my bones and muscles stretching, growing bigger and stronger.

I saw a dry lawn and set Todd down on it. We heard the echo of the speakers announcing it was 11:30pm.

I saw tears running down Todd’s face. "Todd what is it?"

He just shook his head.

"What?"

"I was just thinking about... all the people who didn’t walk into the shop and accidentally wish for the best thing they ever could have wished for in the whole wide world!"

"That’s true." I thought a moment. "Life’s not fair. Now we have all the luck we were missing when we were younger."

"Everyone should be as lucky as us!"

"We have to be happy for them, Todd." He looked at me questioningly. "What would they say to you if they knew you’d won the lottery and couldn’t enjoy it because you felt guilty?"

"You’re right."

"Damn straight. Now put a smile back on that handsome face blondie and show the world you appreciate your gifts!"

He smiled at me and I kissed him. Deep, tongue wrestling insane with longing and desire kissed him. He gasped. "Todd, that was just for starters!"

"I’m so glad you’re the tall dark and handsome one!" said Todd. I laughed. I was, I realized. Even Vegas would have bet the house against that ever happening for me.

"I’m going to enjoy every minute with you, Todd. And I’m going to try and do some good work in the world to say thank you for... you!"

Then he started crying again. It was tears of joy. But I realized in that moment that as butch a stud as he was, I was going to be the alpha male. I felt it at that moment. He needed it. He wanted someone else to be in charge. All the years of being Mr Perfect... and never being perfect enough! I laughed.

"What?" asked Todd.

"We have school on Monday!"

"Think you can handle P.E.?"

I flexed my biceps in answer.

"unnnn....WOW."

After we rested a few moments Todd was leaning his head against my giant hairy pecs. "Let’s go back out onto the blvd," he said. "I want to see you on the blvd. I want someone to take pictures of us and show off togetther."

So we stood up. As we rose to our feet I realized my huge feet now completely overwhelmed the sandals I was wearing. Todd stood up first and I was a second behind him. I looked down on him from about 8 inches in additional height. I didn’t want to do the math for that in my head. I knewe I was a freak now but I didn’t care. I had Todd so that was enough. Todd was in the range of human steroid monster ultra heavy weight bodybuilder freak, but human. I didn’t know what I was, quite. So we walked down to the blvd again. I was noticing the higher vantage point I had, now being by far the tallest man in the crowd. Well, one guy on stilts was taller than me, but not by much.

We were the center of attraction, no doubt. We posed and took photographs and I let people feel my arms when they asked me to make a muscle. It was a blur and finally I was home with Todd in my king size bed which was too small but we made it work. I was glad I had a steel bed frame. The sex was incredible. The final, finally together in bed alone sex was the most intense experience of my life. I was a perfect match for Todd. All of my secret desires he wanted to fulfill, all of his fetishes I was happy to indulge. We were literally made for each other. Where there others who shared our luck, our gift, our intensity of love? I don’t know. I was swept away into a new life of romance, travel, and money. Yes, it was easy to get money looking like Todd and I now looked. Not modeling, or porn, or prostitution. We met people who insisted we meet other people and before we knew it the offers poured in. Seems a lot of corporations wanted certain sorts representing them. Todd and I both ended up with prime executive positions at huge corporations, making obscene amounts of money. We bought a huge home, where we could entertain. We traveled, we had nice clothes and nice cars. We took everything else and put it back into charities, helping gay youth, buying aids meds for those in need, and spent a lot of time bribing, arm twisting and cajoling politicians and other rich men and women to help those in need. Hospitals, schools, universities, food programs, child welfare services, any and everything we could think of or was brought to us. We loved our lives and we loved each other. one day I looked up and 3 years was gone. I looked the same, and so did Todd, youthful, young, vigorous, and we were more in love than ever, we knew each other better each day. We were both legal adults now, but that hadn’t mattered since the change. I never had anyone card me or ask for credentials or otherwise interrogate me about education, my past, or my family.

I ran into Sally, of all people. She didn’t recognize me. A lot of people from my old life didn’t, but she talked to me in line at the coffee shop in weho and she seemed a bit more content. I don’t know what she thought about our former relationship and I didn’t know if she was with someone now. I was happy enough to wish that she’d figured out life some. I laughed to myself when I realized she’d set me on this course with her crazy ragging on me at the costume shop.

I went back to the shop. The old woman was behind the counter. She blinked at me and then smiled. "I guess that worked out okay."

"What is your name?" I asked her.

"Well that depends on who is asking."

"A friend, I hope."

"My friends call me Auntie."

"I like that, ... Auntie."

"So how are you and your man?"

"It’s incredible. It’s... do you realize what you’ve given us, what you’ve done for us?"

"I can see."

"but what... I mean, why me, why Todd and I?"

"Oh darling," said Auntie, "a lot of people get wishes. They just don’t know what to wish for!"

"So that was it? Just plain, dumb, luck?"

"You don’t look too dumb to me!"

"I think it was Todd. His need for true love... the rest of this was just... magnification."

"Well you know love is the greatest force in the universe."

And I did know it. I realized then it was the primal motivator for everything in my life, in everything and everyone I knew.

"I wish," I told Auntie, "that more guys could know the sort of love and life that Todd and I have. I wish that it wasn’t so unusual, so rare."

She pulled out a medallion from under the counter. "Here," she said. "Give this to someone you think might make the right sort of wishes."

I took the medallion, thanked her, and left the store. As I walked out she said one last thing. "Don’t tell them what the charm is or it won’t work."

Book Two

Okay, so I’m Mason and I’m gay. No surprise to you if you read the first book in this chronicle. I met Jordan after I met Todd. I wouldn’t have had the courage to even speak with Jordan if I hadn’t been friends with Todd first and been introduced to Jordan as a friend of Todd.

I’m nothing special. I’m really not. I’m slender enough and of average height and I look so typical of so many average gay guys here in weho. But that’s okay. I got along okay, had my friends, my buck fuds (as I liked to joke), and had a crap office job that paid the rent on the apartment. I was going nowhere fast but that was okay too, like I had any future as a gay man who was average and not gifted mentally, physically, or especially monetarily. But I was okay for the time being and I wasn’t a sad sack and I didn’t feel sorry for myself and I knew the days I had on this earth were limited. I was lucky to be HIV negative, I had a few poz friends and I’d seen enough friends and acquaintances buried to know that there was only one way out of life.

But I was grateful for every day I had and I was a people person, that was for sure.

I met Todd at the coffee shop, isn’t that where everyone meets? He and his partner had an open relationship. Todd was... incredible. Amazing. And not just physically, although he was certainly the most incredible man I’d been with. He was a blond, and I was a guy who usually liked hairy muscle studs with a dark, handsome tough guy aspect. But Todd, He wanted me to meet his partner after we’d had a few sex dates. That was weird for me. I knew that Todd was a total horn dog but I knew by then that he was so completely head over heels in love with his partner that I was only a momentary distraction, if that.

Having a threesome with them was incredible. Jordan of course was my wet dream fantasy, really too much of a good thing, if that was possible. Way taller than Tall Todd. Way even more huge hung than Hung Todd. And muscle? Todd explained to me that Jordan was a genetic freak, that he wasn’t a steroid user. But I was drooling, I think, looking at that hairy muscle chest. Did I mention that Jordan wore a leather harness, wrist straps with studs, and a leather jockstrap the first time I saw him? wow. I wasn’t usually... but oh my god. wow.

After we had our fun, (more than a few times over a month or two), Jordan and Todd took me out to lunch. I figured this was the "It’s been fun." blow-off but I wasn’t too bitter. I knew right up front that I wasn’t in league with these guys, I mean, I worked out at the gym and I was well groomed and I even did charity work at the local food bank, but, you know, these guys. And they were so obviously so in love with each other. I felt really happy for them, and a bit envious. We talked openly about it.

"Hey," said Jordan, "you might meet that special guy someday. Here, we got you a gift. Consider it a late birthday present." He handed me a small cardboard box and he and Todd smiled anxiously at me as I opened up the box and found a gold plated medallion on a chain. It was pretty cool, nothing special, had an interesting design and some foreign language lettering on it. But I was really happy they even thought about me away from them. I didn’t realize they even really cared about me. And it didn’t seem to be a get lost gift.

"Gosh, thanks guys, this is cool."

"Here," said Todd, a bit enthusiastically, "let me see it on you."

He put the chain over my neck and the medallion hung down on my chest. It looked cool. I held it in my hand and looked at it. "Is it a zodiac thing?" I asked. "What does this say?"

"I’m not really sure," said Jordan, "I was given it by the owner of that little halloween- gift store on the blvd."

"I was really glad to meet you," he continued, "I knew it was just right for you after we got to know each other."

"Hey thanks," I said. "This means a lot to me. I didn’t realize you two thought about anyone else when you were alone together." I teased them gently about their love. They were good natured about it.

"Well, we have to have someone to talk about after we have sex 6 or 7 times," said Todd. I laughed, but he was only joking about the talking. They could and did often have sex 6 or 7 times in a row. I’d witnessed it, been a part of it, and they plain wore me out.

"You guys are the best," I said, "Is it okay if I am 1% jealous of your relationship? I’m 99% encouraged by it, gives me hope I’ll find someone... you know, in my league, that feels like that."

"What do you mean, in your league?" demanded Jordan.

"uh...." I gestured at the two behemoths and myself. They just smiled. "We weren’t always huge, you know, we grew into it."

"Sure you did."

"Well," said Jordan, speaking very carefully, "I wish you would meet someone who would love you and you would love them as much as Todd and I love each other, you know, your soul mate."

"Thanks," I mumbled.

"Don’t you wish that too?" asked Todd. "For yourself?"

"Yes, of course I do."

"Say it then." I didn’t get what they were about, then. I figured it was self help promotion guru encouragement crap. I was silent, and then Jordan said, "Don’t make me come across to that side of the table. You don’t want to know what might happen!"

"I wish I would meet my soul mate too, someone, you know, that I could love, that we would both love each other, like.. like the love you two have. And in the meantime, I hope I meet a lot of hot studs who liked me well enough to have crazy sex with me. And that I would be able to finally keep up with you two giants!"

"Well," teased Todd, "maybe you’ll meet someone and they’ll like you and then you’ll find them changing and growing into your true love, the more you are with someone, the more they can turn into your dream man, you know, and vice versa too."

"Until you meet the true love that you are looking for, of course, who would be your ideal." said Jordan quickly.

"Now, that I wish were true!" I said emphatically. "All of it!"

"Well," said Jordan seductively, "I wish your true love wanted you to be a sexual athlete and a total hot handsome stud and a super athlete and, of course, hung like, as big as you could want, both of you."

I was a bit hurt when he said that, but he seemed to not notice that I of course would never be that thing. It was impossible. But I knew he wasn’t trying to hurt my feelings. Besides, when he turned on the charm, I got weak in the knees.

"Don’t you wish that? I know you do, you’ve given Todd and I enough compliments." I shrugged.

"Come on, for Big Jordan? For Big, Huge, Jordan?" And he stuck his arm across the table and flexed his incredible bicep right in front of my face. I got it then. They were trying a new sex game with me, and it was working. I was boned. Under the table, fortunately.

"Oh yes, I wish that would come true wouldn’t hurt if I was tall and a bodybuilder why you’re at it!" and I reached out and felt his huge flexed bicep. It was like palming a soccer ball covered with real human skin, hot and warm and alive, and so powerful. And it was bigger than a soccer ball, I realized. It literally made me dazed.

"Well," said Todd, "that’s three wishes."

"Gee," said Jordan, "if only there’d been a magic lamp around or something like that."

I laughed. Jordan was such a fan boy for being such a huge stud. It was a weird incongruity that made him all the more sexy.

I went home in a bit of a daze. When I got there I was really upset. I realized the medallion had vanished. I looked in the mirror and I was mortified. There was only a few smudges of dirt on my shirt where the medallion had rested, a few crumbs, which I didn’t even know how they’d gotten there. What was I going to tell Todd and Jordan, that I lost their gift within an hour of them giving it to me? I would never be able to mention it again, if they ever called me again. I wouldn’t ... maybe they’d just think I had it at home. Maybe I could find another one. They’d said the shop owner had given them one. I’d head over there right away and get another. They’d never know.

I jumped in the shower, as I was a bit stinky after being in the sun all morning and through lunch, and pulled on a pair of stretch boxer briefs, board shorts, and a new t-shirt. I looked pretty good, I felt pretty good. But I always did after mind blowing sex. I looked in the mirror at incredible average me. What in the world did Jordan and Todd see in me? Was I the ultimate pity fuck? I couldn’t even understand why they’d... even, you know, bother.

I hit the blvd and found the store easily enough. I met the storekeeper, and she was really angry when I asked to buy a medallion. She glared at me like she could see right through me. I found myself stammering, explaining what had happened, that I needed a replacement so my friend’s feelings wouldn’t be hurt. She quizzed me thoroughly and I have to say that I pretty much blurted out the entire conversation we’d had at lunch. I would have left but I really wanted a replacement. I couldn’t imagine hurting Jordan’s and Todd’s feelings like that.

When I was done with my lame explanation, she suddenly burst out laughing. "Oh, clever clever boys. So clever!"

She produced another medallion from behind the counter. "This one is a gift. Don’t tell the boys you got it from Auntie, okay? It will be our little secret. They really should not coax you into your wishes, should they? It’s not sporting!"

I put it around my neck. It looked identical to the other one. It was obviously cheaply stamped from tin or lead and then coated with gold. But it was cool. As long as Todd and Jordan didn’t know, I sure wouldn’t be the one to tell them.

She wouldn’t take any money so I shoved a $20 bill into the Children’s charity jar on the counter. That impressed her, I know that made her happy. I wondered if the money would end up in the charity or her pocketbook. I shook my head. That wasn’t a nice thought. I knew she would send that money in to the charity. I don’t know why I knew that. I just did. I mumbled some thanks and lit out.

I left the store and Auntie was laughing behind the counter as the door swung shut. I have no idea what she thought was so funny, except maybe my desperation to replace the cheap medallion. Maybe she thought it was sweet, or something. I had no idea.

That was the end of it, for the rest of the afternoon, anyway. I wore the medallion, and I made sure the chain was strong and not likely to break like the first one. This one was also clean, it didn’t leave any rub marks on my shirt or skin. So, that was that.

I was feeling particularly good with the "rescue" of the situation re the medallion. I went out to the local slice of pizza joint and I’ll be darned if there wasn’t a cute redhead man there who was giving me the eye. I normally get that check you and leave you sort of response. However, I smiled back at this redhead and for whatever reason, he smiled back. So that was that. I kept looking at him though, and he kept checking me out. More and more, it seemed. I found the situation flattering. Finally he came over.

"Hi, I’m Jim."

"Hi Jim, I’m Mason."

"Great name."

I shook his hand an electric charge seemed to jolt him. He looked a bit distracted and I invited him to sit down and we were soon chatting and flirting. He kept checking me out, like he was seeing something really special. That was sweet. I wasn’t even dressed up, just board shorts and a t-shirt.

Jim invited me back to his place around the corner.

I went with him, what the heck. I sure was feeling up for it, anyway. Jim had short red hair, blue eyes, pale skin, freckles, a great smile, and a nice chest on him. I normally liked tall dark hung muscled and handsome but Jordan was busy tonight and Jim was a great guy, great personality, and all that sort of youthful boy next door energy going for him.

Anyway it didn’t take a moment to sit down and start making out. I was really turned on, Jim was a great guy. He pulled up my t shirt and looked at my abs. "Nice!" he said.

I normally didn’t have abs that someone would compliment but who was I to argue? I massaged his traps and neck and kissed him. "Great traps and shoulders!" Actually I was wishing they were bigger, but they were a nice handful nonetheless.

I stood up and Jim led me towards the bedroom. He was in an older apartment, the ceilings and doors were kinda lower than I was used to. And Jim was shorter than I realized. Jim looked up at me. "Nice!" he said. I blushed. "I got a thing for tall skinny ripped and hung!" Jim told me. I was a bit embarrassed. I hadn’t said anything to make Jim think I was hung, I mean, I was average. I was skinny and not fat, not ripped but I was taller than he was, more than I realized. Which was probably why he was so into me I guess. But I tore off my t shirt and unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off of him. He was wearing a white muscle t under it. In that, he looked good. "Wow, you got some nice muscle on you! All those gym workouts must really be paying off!"

Jim blushed at that, he was obviously not used to being the object of a compliment any more than I was. "Well you’re the one who’s obviously big where it counts!" I wondered what the heck he was talking about but then he put his hand on my crotch... and I freaked out. I realized suddenly that my cock was hanging halfway down my thigh... more than halfway down my thigh... and I was a bit turned on but not really even sporting a chubby and suddenly my cock was 7" long soft? The world seemed to spin. What the fuck? "Yeah." I said. I didn’t even know why I said it. This must be a jedi mind trick bs moment. I said to change the subject, "Well you’re a muscle stud and I love that... great big muscles." But Jim wasn’t into changing the subject. He said, "I hope you have a big set of balls ... some big low hangers!!

Well, now he was going to be disappointed. But my darned board shorts felt really bulged out in the crotch, and he moved his hand up and felt my balls through the fabric. His eyes went wide. "Fuck, your balls are huge Mason!" I suddenly felt the fabric of the board shorts even tighter it seemed. He massaged my miraculously big nuts. It must be his hands are so small cause he’s short, I thought. "How fucking hot are you Mason? Big bull balls (as he felt them through the fabric) and a huge thick soft cock hanging down to your knee! Suddenly the fabric on my leg was tighter and it was tighter lower as well.

I was freaking out. "How big is that thing hard? Is it a beer-can monster cock? Damn Mason are you a grower? How big do you get?"

This was crazy wild. I must be tripping on something. But Mason unzipped my board shorts and pulled them down. I looked down and the world spun again.My cock was now huge and thick, hanging from my crotch like a fire hose.

I realized I must be daydreaming or sleepwalking or high on something. I was enjoying the trip though, an incredible rush of lust was overwhelming me. I looked at Jim. He was stretching the muscle t to the limit. "Wow I didn’t realize you were a pro bodybuilder! Fuck man you’re huge! If you were taller you’d compete in the heavyweight competitions!" I pulled up on his wife beater and pulled it up over his head. As I pulled it off, he seemed to grow bigger and bigger, like he was expanding once the shirt was pulled off. He was built huge now, I looked at the tiny wife beater in my hand and back at Jim’s fantastic muscles and realized that there was no way the shirt would fit him now.

"Oh yeah," Jim laughed, rubbing my insane horse cock. "Sure I am Mason! And I’m hung way bigger than you, too!" I realized he was being sarcastic and self deprecating but I flashed on the image of his cock actually being that huge. Wow, what an image. I wrestled his briefs off of him and his boxers were in fact holding in a prodigious package. I pulled them down and out flopped a giant donkey cock, fully twice as big as mine, and with huge bull sized balls hanging pendulously behind. Jim looked down and freaked out. "What the fuck??" he reached down and touched it. He jumped when his hand touched him monster cock. "Fuck is it real?"

I pulled Jim onto the bed. Our bodies felt so good together. "Oh yeah it’s real! We were lost in lust. I fucked him and then he miraculously fucked me. "I got a thing for tall ripped hung bottoms, Mason!" I took it all and it was an ecstasy of fulfillment. During one of our few breaks, I realized I was a lot taller, in addition to being hung. I also had a lot of ripped muscle, but I was still skinny ripped muscley guy with a huge cock. It made Jim crazy.

"Happy, Jim?"

"Damn Mason the only thing that could make me happier is if you were 6 inches taller and black!"

I felt a weird shudder through my body. I started stretching, longer and longer. My skin darkened and I felt my face and body rearranging, slowly, but inexorably. Jim stared at me, rapt with joy.

"Anything you would like, Mason?"

"Aside from you having some hair on that chest and legs and being twice as muscular and even more huge hung? that’s all I can think of for now - oh, and maybe you should have a shaved head. That would be sexy."

Jim shuddered. In a moment I felt his chest. His pecs had red hair growing in on them. It was sexy as hell and awesome. His muscles blew up bigger and bigger, expanding with growing size and heft and power. And there was the cock, hanging monstrously, growing grotesquely huge. I loved it. Jim had wished for a hung bottom, I wished for a more hung top. It was so fun playing with Jim’s monster equipment, it was heavy and huge even soft, and erect was like a python reaching up his abs to his pectorals. And when he came it was a fountain, and somehow the sex and lust just kept us edging from one orgasm to the next. His head was bald and shiny and with his hairy legs, ass, chest, arms and abs, it was a macho turn on for me.

"I think you should have some red mutton chop wolverine sideburns!" I told Jim. They grew in in a few minutes and made him even sexier. "Don’t you want to be taller, Jim?"

"Well, if you were 7’2" tall I would be okay being 6’ 2" tall or even 6’ 3" tall. But I’d want you to be a foot taller than me."

"and you’d have to grow proportionally," I told Jim. "I love your muscles as huge as possible."

We both groaned with the flood of growth and were lost in the sex that followed. When it stopped Jim was a monster. Monster cock, monster muscle, monster stud.

I was even taller now, of course, and a bit unused to looking into the mirror and seeing a black man, albeit a very sexy handsome and tall black man. I was studying my new self in the mirror when Jim came up behind me. He put his arms around me. "You’re practically perfect!" he said.

"What could make me more perfect for you?" I asked.

"Wider shoulders, a bit more ripped muscle, a bigger bubble butt, and your cock and balls are too normal sized now for your height. They should double or even triple in size! And how about a hairy chest? Heck, how about a very hairy body and a thick black mustache on that very handsome face?"

He stood there with me as I mounded up with muscle and hair grew in thick and coarse over my body, and my genitals grew and grew until they were almost the size of Jim’s pendulous humongous meat.

I stayed with Jim and we had a great deal of sex and fun for the next two weeks. Finally, though, I knew our time was coming to an end. He didn’t need to say anything, I knew he was leaving before he did.

I was changed, huge, but in the days that followed his departure I shrank, I returned to a normal size and proportion and I wasn’t really sorry. I was happy to fit into off the rack clothing again. I was sorry for the loss of the incredible sexual energy I’d possessed and the benefits of being so strong and sexy, but I was still a good enough looking guy. My features and my skin tone returned to what they’d been prior to my racial transformation. I thought perhaps I kept maybe 1% of the changes I’d undergone, but that might have been only attitude or personality on my part.

I figured the time with Jim, well, perhaps that had been some strange dream. I lost touch with Jordan and Todd, not in any particular incident but they spent more and more time out of town, traveling, on business. It was just the normal course of life. I was lonely again. I started looking.

One day I went home and in the mail was a letter from Jim. He’d written from Florida, he was settled down with a guy he met, and he wished me well. He sent along a picture of himself with a black bodybuilder. The thing was, he was still the crazy muscled adonis. I realized it must not have been some weird dream, I knew it wasn’t but now I was thinking about it again.

His last sentence in the letter was that he wished I had that sort of fun we’d had together again. "Me too," I said, and the letter fell from my hand into the trash. I didn’t need the reminder that I was a loser in the love department. Still, he’d meant it well.

I guessed the magic had been in him, with he retaining that incredible body!!

Again I was out and looking... I met a guy, he was completely different from Jim. Dave was older than I, and he was very slender, short, and looked just a bit scruffy. He had a great smile and we chatted at the coffee shop. He was packing, that was obvious, he wore skinny jeans that accentuated his size. I was a bit of a size queen, more so now after being with Jim, and Dave was such a nice man. He flirted with me and caught me looking at his crotch.

"It’s all real," he said.

"I can see," I said.

"ah, you’re a big guy yourself, I can tell. What’s it like for you, showing that big bulge of yours everywhere you go?"

I smiled. He was being a tease. I didn’t have more than 6" going on these days. Nevertheless Dave’s humor was harmless and flattering and I thought designed to put me at ease.

"Oh, you know, it’s pretty embarrassing sometimes, but I’m used to being the big guy nowadays."

Dave’s eyes flashed. He played along. "just how big are you?" he asked.

"Oh, you know, I hate to brag, that’s so uncool."

"Yeah, you’re not, it’s okay, I’m just curious."

"Well, let’s just say I’m not the sort to wear briefs because I can’t quite get it all to fit in."

"What?, you mean, like, aussiebum briefs, you can’t fit into the pouch?"

"Naw Dave it’s too tight would completely strangle my cock."

"I’m impressed," said David. He sat back and thought. "wow! seriously I am used to being the big guy in spite of my being skinny and short, but you...! Wow. that’s really packing some huge meat if you can’t even wear aussiebums."

"Hey it wasn’t always like this for me. I’ve just grown bigger over the years," I teased David. "Especially in the last three months."

"Really?" I nodded. "Wow, what if that continues? I mean, you could end up enormous."

"Well, I have a lot of really big men in my family."

David seemed really turned on by that. "So how much have you grown in the last three months?"

"about an inch per month."

"Wow, that’s insane."

"I know, I even went to the doctor last week."

"what did he say?"

"He diagnosed me as a macropenis satyriasis case. I could just get really huge. Also I seem to be more and more sexually turned on all the time."

David would come into the coffee shop almost daily. He was always showing off his big package. But the thing was, when I got home after that first day, I pulled down my pants and was surprised to find a larger than average penis hanging from my groin again. My testicles were pretty big too. I was now about 6" long flaccid, and I was a whole 9" long erect. That was an amazing increase. Then I remembered the conversation where I’d been teasing David. I’d told him I had grown three inches in the last three months. And here I was with 3" more cock hanging from my groin. What did that mean for the future? I’d told him I might just keep growing.

I found out soon enough. David would come into the coffee shop, and he was showing off his junk as usual, and then he’d amble by my table and show off for me. Just stand there and lean up against the table edge. But after that first time I’d met David, my junk continued to grow at the rate I’d described. In two more weeks, I was 9.5" long erect. It was just in February then, I wondered what the spring would bring to me? I was 10" erect in March, and that was definitely XL territory. Not only because of the length of my cock, but because it was so much thicker, and my testicles seemed to be on a neverending growth spurt. In March David took me home. I was just a bit bigger than he was, and he loved that. He couldn’t get enough of my cock and I couldn’t get enough of giving it to him!

After we were laying in bed together. I loved having a man in my bed again.

"You’re still getting bigger aren’t you?" asked David.

"Yes, I guess I can’t really hide it." I told him what he wanted to hear. "I’m growing twice as fast now! Of course I’ve had to be celibate for a while, but I figured it was okay with you being so hung already and all."

"What are you talking about?"

"That macro penis satyriasis? I saw the doctor again. They’re pretty sure it’s a virus. I seem to have a chronic case. That makes me a carrier. But with you being so huge you must have already had it."

"I haven’t ever had that!"

"What? You mean you’re this hung naturally?"

"Yes!" said David.

"Wow I hope you didn’t catch that virus from me. The doc said it had a lot of unexpected results in mature men, it causes age regression, height increase, vascularity increase, strength increase, greatly increased penile volume and testicle mass, and a tremendous increase in semen production. It also really can provoke muscle growth at fantastic rates. And there’s the problem with the increase in libido... that just goes up and you’d have sex like 20 times per day!"

David was staring at me with giant eyes.

"Don’t worry, you know that’s not likely, although you are in that age range...."

"Where did this come from?"

"They think it was some Russian genetic experiment in 2006—got out of the lab. They are trying to keep it under wraps but you know they had to tell me because you know..."

I gestured down to my package, now looking even more swollen and heavy. Wow. It was happening again.

I looked at David. "David you look flushed!"

I felt his forehead. He had a very mild fever. "David you have a fever! How do you feel? Do you feel horny because the mental changes hit first...!"

He kissed me savagely. We had nonstop sex for the rest of the night.

I didn’t see him for two days. Then he came in the coffee shop and he was 4 inches taller and 35 lbs heavier with muscle.

And he was packing a monster now. A true monster cock.

 

 


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