When Evan started growing

by JuicyJ

It’s a regular day at work for college senior Clint when all of a sudden a cute co-worker of his starts acting strange. 

Evan, first growth:

“Ahh sorry sorry sorry”, I frantically apologized as I dashed across the street while a white Ford 150 honked at me for jaywalking. I felt bad for scaring that driver, but between being late for work and getting mowed down by a truck I’d take the truck. It’d be over a lot quicker whereas Aubry, my manager, acted as if I’d mowed her down with a truck if we were so much as 30 seconds late, and her irritation would take a few shifts before it waned. I’d been a server at a sushi restaurant downtown for about a year now, and I loathed it. The only reason I stayed was, one, I was about to finish college, so there was no point in getting a new job when I’d be applying for more career-centered ones soon,

and, two, my entire friend group worked here with me.

The other co-workers were all really nice as well, so the part I despised about it was balanced by the part I liked, so I was always at a medium irritated apathy/reluctant acceptance when I worked. Sometimes smiling at customers, sometimes staring blank-faced at them with no emotion in my voice while they gazed back wondering if I was about to jump off the pedestrian bridge crossing the river behind the restaurant after I clocked out.

I fought to make my breathing quiet as I walked in. I’d run from the parking garage to get here on time, so I was winded. “Hi Clint”, Sara, another server and friend, said brightly to me.

I smiled my greeting back to her as I rushed over to the tablet to clock in before I was counted late. I went back to the kitchen to start my side work and Evan, another server, was already back there. “Hey Evan”, I said.

“Hey Clint”, he said brightly back. He’d worked here longer than I had, and was always a nice co-worker to be with. “I’ll grab ice if you’ll hand me the buckets”, I said.

“Sure”, he agreed, while he reached with his long arms up to grab the buckets off the top of the soda machine. I felt a pang of jealousy at him being 6’3 instead of 5’7, as I was. If I was his height I’d never have to get the step-ladder out again. “Thanks”, I said, giving him a smile.

“Anytime”, he responded, giving me a warm smile back. He was always so friendly. Usually, I didn’t really feel safe or close to straight guys, but Evan was one of the rare few who didn’t act insufferable. He always talked to me when we worked and made a point to ask me if I was coming when staff outings were being planned. It was this kindness that made me develop a crush on him when I first started. That, and the fact he was drop-dead gorgeous. He was tall but was a bit of a gym rat so he was built. He had wavy blonde hair that came down to the bottom of his neck, a splash of freckles covering his nose and the area of his cheeks under his eyes, full lips, and an amazing ass. I, guiltily, had stared at his ass many times while he unwittingly walked in front of me as we worked. It was such a juicy, beefy bubble butt. I couldn’t help myself sometimes. I’d nipped the crush I’d had on him in the bud a long time ago, though. I had gone through heartache falling for straight men far too many times before, and I did not plan to go through it again for Evan. It wasn’t like I’d fallen in love with him, it was just a crush. Easy enough to dissipate, especially knowing he would never reciprocate. I’d been unable to keep myself from eyeing him more lately though because he’d been a lot more dedicated to the gym and diet lately, so he’d been putting on size. He was filling out his shirt and pants a bit more snugly these days, and hey I was only human. I could admire the art without getting covered in paint, even though I wouldn’t mind getting covered in his paint. I imagined it covering my face and chest, dripping down his tube, and-

Anyway. I didn’t let myself stray too far down the fantasies.

The shift was going as usual. It was moderately busy for a Tuesday night. I was going through the motions, putting in an order at one of the tablets by the bar when Evan walked by me. I looked up to get my little fix of staring at his ass but was distracted by the look on his face. He looked strained, and his face was a little flushed. Also, maybe I’d just been unobservant, but he was filling out his clothes more than he’d been yesterday. Was he bigger? Logic refuted that, explaining it away by suggesting maybe he’d just dried his shirt and pants, or I was just unobservant. I zoned back in on work.

About 30 minutes later Candy, the bartender, asked me if I could run to the freezer in the back of the kitchen to grab her a pack of Budweiser’s, as she’d run out. I obliged and made my way there, getting to the large, steel freezer door. I yanked on it to open it, and Evan, who’d been leaning forward with his arms extended in obvious discomfort, startled and stood up straight.

His face was still flushed and he was breathing quickly. “You good”, I asked him in worry.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah”, he said quickly, “It’s just so hot out there today, I needed to cool down”. Normally, I was the one always complaining about the temperature in the restaurant. I ran hot, and Aubry liked to keep it at a toasty 72. It was a crisp 68 right now because I’d turned the thermostat down when Aubry was out on her smoke break. Soon, she’d complain she was cold, check it, and turn it back up, angrily complaining about whoever turned it down. Then, when it got hot, I’d turn it back down the next time her back was turned. We’d been in this cold war since I started. All this is to say that it wasn’t hot in the restaurant right now. Evan’s explanation didn’t really check out. Also, his muscles looked bigger again. Not substantially so, but enough that I picked up on it. Like he had a pump from a workout. There was also a noticeable bulge in his pants. It wasn’t obscenely large, but his basket looked fuller than I’d ever seen it be before. It was too soft to be a boner though, maybe he was half hard and came to the freezer to cool down? If that was the case, I wouldn’t embarrass him by asking more about it. “Yeah, it is hot out there”, I lied to make him feel better. “Will you hand me a pack of Budweiser”, I asked him. He turned around and reached up to grab them from the shelf above his head, and, yeah, I checked out his ass while he did. It also looked pumped.

I almost didn’t raise my eyes back up in time but managed it before he turned back around to hand me the beers. “Thanks”, I said, smiling, and I left the freezer. I expected him to follow me, but he stayed. It was weird, but once I went back out on the floor I got sucked back into the motion of things and forgot about it.

About 20 minutes later, I was waiting for Evan to finish putting in an order on the tablet by the bar so I could put mine in, and I was gazing at him while his attention was focused on the screen. He looked a bit more pumped than he had in the freezer now, and the bulge in his pants looked a little fuller. Still soft, but bigger. It was enough at this point that I could definitively say something was up. He finished and left, and I made a mental note to keep tabs on it as I put in my order.

20 more minutes later and I and Evan were back where we’d been, with him putting in an order and me waiting to use the tablet. He hadn’t grown any larger it seemed, so I was beginning to doubt myself again. Maybe I was being paranoid. Maybe it was the lighting. He still looked flushed though and had that strained expression on his face. I was reviewing my notebook, making a mental plan of which tables I’d go check on after putting in this order when a sharp inhale from him made me look up. His face was more strained, and his broad shoulders were hunched a bit from whatever he was experiencing. “Are you ok”, I asked him, and he turned to answer, opening his mouth, when his whole body shuddered and all that came from him was a small huff of air that bordered on being a moan. I started to panic. Should I go get Aubry? Call 911? What if he was on gear and was having a heart attack?

I started to go do one of those things when he made a more audible moan this time, and something caught my eye and made me stop in my tracks. The bulge in his pants visibly increased in size this time, and the expanding shape of his dick being pushed against the fabric accentuated by his swelling balls was becoming increasingly conspicuous. It still didn’t look hard, just like a soft dick getting larger. “Jesus Christ”, Evan moaned while quickly stepping behind the bar, utilizing the counter to hide what was happening. “What the fuck is happening to you”, I demanded as I followed him behind the counter. “I don’t kno-ooo”, he trailed off into another moan as I saw his entire body swell. His chest inflated outward, pushing the black fabric of the shirt out and stretching the fish restaurant logo slightly longer with it. His biceps and triceps expanded causing the sleeves to hug tighter, further accentuating the change. His back got wider and his shoulders broader. I watched dumbfounded as his already massive ass grew more muscular, causing his pants to pull tauter against the front, further displaying the ample-sized cock and full balls stuffed in the front. His thighs expanded all around causing the pants to become even more obviously tight, with his calves following by ballooning larger. Finally, the growth stopped, leaving him panting. “Did I finally develop a psychosis?” I asked hollowly as I watched his now larger chest heave in and out as he gasped for breath. “No”, he said, “this is happening. And-Mmmm”, he groaned gruffly, “oh fuck”,

“What?!”, I asked, helplessly, as he leaned forward, placing either hand on the sides of the granite counter, “ahhhhhh” he moaned as his whole body began to lengthen. His spine shot forward an inch and the rest of his body followed proportionally, muscles swelling even larger to stay the same size as they distributed over the longer frame. The already humungous outline of his soft cock swelled even longer and thicker, and it looked like his balls ballooned even bigger as well. With how tight the space his too-large cock was confined in now I could see the outline of the head. A wet spot was beginning to form where the slit of the head was. “Oh god”, he moaned. I forced myself to tear my eyes away from him to gaze around at the restaurant to see if anyone had noticed what just happened. Thankfully, it hadn’t been as conspicuous as it had felt seeing it happen up close. He had managed to not raise his voice, and the usual hum of people talking and eating had kept anything he’d moaned or groaned from reaching anyone else’s ears. No other servers had been over here at the time either. I turned my attention back to the pressing matter, or matters, as everything about him was pressing against the fabric of his clothes now. It wasn’t so bad that he wasn’t decent, a customer who’d just seen him for the first time would think he’s just a big guy who left his pants and shirt in the dryer too long, but if any of our co-workers who knew him came over they may notice. The black color of the uniform helped with slimming a bit, but nothing could hide the height increase. “Are you ok”, I asked as he was still leaning over the counter panting. He nodded, looking down at me. “I think it’s over”, he said in a voice a bit deeper in tone than I remembered him having. As nervous as I was to take his word for that he was looking better. His breathing was going back to a normal pace and he looked less flushed. “What was that”, I asked him.

“I-I don’t know”, he said with enough genuine worry in his voice that I was inclined to believe him. “Do you feel ok”, I questioned, wondering if he should go to the ER or urgent care, except who would believe him when he said what had happened to him? He stood up straight and stretched his arms back behind him and then let them swing back to his sides. “I’m a little stiff, but otherwise I feel fine”, he said while massaging one of his pecs. “Fuck, I’m huge”, he said looking down at his chest and then over at the engorged bicep and tricep of the arm massaging the pec. The stuffed mound in his pants twitched after he said that, and the wet spot where the head of the python was becoming larger. “God I’m horny each of my balls feels like they weigh 5 pounds”.

“I’ll tell Aubry you started throwing up and had to go home”, I said, fabricating a cover story for him while trying to ignore how my own dick was starting to get hard hearing him talk about his newly grown endowments so causally. he looked down at me, visibly confused, “What are you talking about”,

“You’re going home”, I informed him, obviously.

“Why”, he asked.

“You’re going to stay after what just happened”, I asked him incredulously.

“Really, I feel ok now”, he reassured me. I felt my eyebrows shoot up.

“Evan, you just gained like 15lbs of muscle and grew an inch in the span of 30 seconds”.

“It grew more than an inch”, he said smugly while cockily waggling his eyebrows and gazing down toward his crotch. I couldn’t believe he was being so nonchalant. I hated how my dick got even harder hearing him say that. I fought to keep my eyes from looking down at his crotch with him. “An inch taller”, I emphasized, making him laugh. His smile faded as my expression stayed annoyed. “You should be worried”. He sobered up completely, and worry caused his eyebrows to furrow and his lips to frown slightly. “You’re right, I-I am”, he said, dropping the bravado, “but the shift just started and I need the hours to make rent”. I sighed, working to exhale my angst with it. “Ok, well then put your apron back on to cover that up”, I said pointedly starring at the obscene bulge his dick and balls made”, and try to slouch and not stand right next to anyone for the rest of the night and maybe no one will notice”. He nodded seriously and grabbed his apron off the counter. I watched his biceps bunch up and then relax as he unfolded it, and then his triceps flex as he pulled his arms back to loop the string around his waist. The thick, black apron completely hid what was lurking and spewing under it, which was a relief as well as a bummer. “And if you start to feel that happening again, leave, because tearing out of your uniform and flashing everyone at this family restaurant will get you fired and that won’t help you make rent either”. The gravity of the situation was beginning to settle with him. His face got pale at the story I painted. “Relax, you’re probably fine, just be aware”, I said in a calmer tone. He smiled at me, though the smile was still marred with worry. It was such an innocent smile though, god he was cute. “Let me know if you need help, now go before one of our tables complains about bad service and Aubry yells at us”. He walked away back out onto the floor looking like I’d reassured him a bit. I watched the outline of his butt, hugging every fiber of the pants now, move as he walked away from me. I sighed, feeling overwhelmed by everything that just happened while also feeling my own dick start to make a wet spot in my underwear. I was so fucking turned on by what had just happened, but I was also super fucking worried. I was a college senior majoring in biology. I’d taken classes where I had to learn how the systems of our body worked and interacted. I’d studied how our muscles worked and how the cells functioned. I’d had to learn all about how puberty and hormones changed our bodies, how growth occurred, and how our genes managed and initiated that growth. Nothing about what had just happened to Evan made sense. It shouldn’t even be possible for a body to grow that fast, let alone the body of a 23-year-old man well past the stage of development where growth like that would be occurring in a more natural way. I wasn’t just worried, I was disturbed. I felt like I’d stepped into the plot of a Marvel comic, but Stan Lee had been really horny when he wrote this superhero’s origin story. I heard Aubry’s voice towards the back of the restaurant as she returned from her smoke break and knew it was my turn now to relax and go play restaurant simulator so she didn’t think anything was wrong. I went back into server mode, saw the old man at one of my tables angrily staring at me with his empty glass of unsweet tea, and did my best to turn the rest of my brain off as I put on an apologetic smile and walked his way.

The rest of the night went smoothly. Evan did his best to not draw attention to himself but was set up to fail whenever he’d be in the cramped kitchen with other servers trying to get drinks and pick food up. I didn’t hear anyone comment on anything though when I was in there at the same time as him. We chatted with our coworkers normally and we’d talk to each other like we always do. It was only through brief moments of meaningful eye contact we’d break character a bit. I’d try to ask, “how are you doing”, through a look, and he’d more or less say, “so far so good”, back. The only time I heard someone comment on the changes he’d gone through was when my roommate, Nick, who also worked with us and was a big gym rat, commented on Evan’s gains. “You’re really putting on some size Evan”, he’d said encouragingly while squeezing one of Evan’s large biceps. Evan had smiled and simply said, “Thanks, my bulk is going well”, and then laughed kind of nervously. Oh well, I’d thought, the worst that would happen was Nick would think Evan was on gear or something. Nobody’s first thought would be that he’d magically grown at the bar tonight. Evan looked pleased with the compliment though, and I couldn’t stop myself from imagining that his thick dick had spewed a bit more precum from the praise. It died down toward the end of the shift, so we all began folding napkins together at one of the high-top tables to stay busy and avoid Aubry hitting us with a, “if you can lean you can clean”, and making us wipe walls. We all absentmindedly talked, and I listened passively while still keeping tabs on Evan. It was Nick again about 20 minutes later who noticed Evan’s changed physique. Evan had made a joke, causing Nick, who was standing beside him, and turn to him and laugh before he stopped short as he saw Evan stand up straight to stretch his back. “Evan are you as tall as me”, he asked curiously. I froze with anxiety, but nobody noticed as they all shifted their gazes to stare at Evan, who also froze with anxiety. He only let that show for half a second before he regained his composure and casually questioned back, “Am I”, as he tried to nonchalantly slouch again.

“I think so yeah, stand up straight”, Nick responded. Evan reluctantly did, turned to face Nick straight on, and sure enough, their gazes were at the same level. I would’ve never noticed, but then again I was only 5’7, so Nick and Evan had always just been in the “much taller than me” category without me paying attention to the inch difference between them. “What are you Nick, 6’2”, Sara, another server, asked. “6’3”, Nick corrected, “and I could’ve sworn you’ve always been like an inch shorter Evan”. Evan shrugged,

“Maybe you shrunk”, he teased good-naturedly.

“No, you do look taller today”, Sara agreed, gazing up at Evan. “Did you get new shoes”, she asked, leaning around the corner of the high-top table to gaze at his feet. I cheered up, as that’d be a perfect excuse to explain a sudden inch difference, but then Sara laughed and said, “Nope, still the same shoes you’ve had for two years now”, and that excuse died as quickly as it had presented itself. It had been a running joke between the staff for a while now to tease Evan about his shoes, which looked one more tear away from completely ripping open at the front and exposing his feet. Evan would always say he doesn’t buy new shoes until the old ones were totally torn, and these had held on for dear life so far. “You gotta get new shoes man those are foul. They don’t even look the right size for you”, Adrian, another server, said to Evan.

“I will when these tear”, he responded. Adrian shook his head but didn’t press it further. We’d all had this conversation with Evan multiple times and he was unyielding on his position. “Look at you stud”, Nick said slapping Evan on the back, “getting huge and taller”.

“Aren’t you a little old for a growth spurt”, Adrian questioned. Evan went for another nonchalant shrug of his broad shoulders. “It’s not unheard of for guys to have last-minute growth spurts”, I chimed in. Sara, who was another bio major, nodded in agreement and added, “yeah some guys have had them even as old as 25”.

“That’s not fair, I’d kill to get a bit taller. I’m so close to being six-foot”, Adrian complained.

“Do you guys wanna get drinks at State of Confusion after we get off”, Sara asked, changing the subject. As she, Adrian, and Nick discussed it I shot a gaze over at Evan on the other side of the table, and he was already looking my way. His lip was twitching as if he was fighting off a smile, and I couldn’t even be annoyed with him again for not taking this seriously, because this whole situation was funny in a surreal way. It felt like I was on the set of a tv show right now. Nothing felt real. My composure broke and I grinned over at him, causing him to fully smile back. I felt a flutter in my stomach at his cute, crooked grin. Even though I’d always admired how hot and nice Evan was I’d never really given it much thought past that, as he’d never shown interest in me, and dating co-workers was never a great idea anyway. Having this shared secret had caused us to talk and connect more tonight than we ever had before though, and I was having trouble getting a handle on what I was feeling. You’re being silly, my mind chastised me as it rebuked developing feelings for a guy who had never outright said if he was interested in men or specifically in me. I had a bad habit of falling for straight guys and was not trying to let this weird day cause me to slip off an edge I wouldn’t be able to climb back up. I looked back down at the napkin I was folding and resigned myself to not let moments like that make me so flustered. Also, my mind reminded me, this doesn’t even matter because the guy fucking GREW today in a way that should be IMPOSSIBLE, so whatever how you feel about him the guy’s about to become a 20-foot giant who will destroy the world for all we know. I smiled down at my napkin and laughed silently, doing a little exhale through my nose at the exaggerated situation my brain painted for me. “What”, Even asked, wanting to know what was so funny. I looked back up at him, still smiling at me, and smiled back in spite of myself. I shook my head and said, “I’ll tell you later”.

“When we do soy sauce”, he said back to me. Oh yeah, I’d forgotten. I and Evan were on the second shift tonight, meaning it was our responsibility to clean all the soy sauce bottles after we got cut. That would make it difficult to not talk to him. I hated how much I liked that. The edge was looking more precarious every second. “Sure”, I said back quickly before going to check on the one table I had even though I knew they didn’t need anything. I wonder if he’s watching me walk away, I wondered. SHUT UP, the part of me that was still trying to get us off a sinking ship yelled back. The last hour of the shift flew by, but I’d been creating things to keep me busy to avoid Evan best as I could while wrangling the silly feelings budding for him into a little drawer and locking it shut. I was compartmentalized and controlled now, so when he walked up to me, hulking and adorable, I had a firmer grasp on my feelings. “I’ll grab the soy sauce pitchers if you wanna start collecting the bottles”, he said, grinning down at me like we were about to do something exciting. “Sure”, I responded, smiling back easily. He walked toward the kitchen to get the pitchers and it wasn’t even that hard to resist checking out his butt. I gathered the soy sauces feeling more like myself again, at the helm of the ship sailing the sea of my emotions and giving the iceberg that was falling in love with Evan a wide berth so as to not crash into it. We sat without speaking for the first couple minutes of the mundane work while we focused on pouring the soy sauce in of the bottles into the pitcher, dunking the empty bottles into a bucket of water Evan had grabbed, then re-filling them with soy sauce. Don’t ask me why we had to do this every night. Aubry said it “cleaned” them, but I don’t know what just putting water in and out of them was cleaning. I learned to turn my brain off and just do what they paid me to do at this job long ago. It was Evan who eventually broke the silence.

“So what were you thinking about that made you laugh earlier”, he asked.

“Oh, yeah”, I responded. I almost wanted to lie and make up something different to say. The fantasy felt silly. For some reason, though, lying to Evan felt wrong, so I was candid.

“I was thinking about what had happened to you earlier, and my brain gave me this image of you growing until you’re a 20-foot-tall giant like in a comic book”, I admitted and laughed at the end, feeling even dumber for conjuring that up in my head after hearing myself say it out loud. Evan didn’t laugh or smile back, though. His brows creased in worry and he looked down at his hands without saying anything back. I realized then that what had been ludicrous and silly to me might be something that truly frightened him. He’d grown today in an impossible way and had no explanation as to why. “Sorry”, I said, “I didn’t mean for that to scare you”. He looked up from his hands to meet my eyes. “No it’s ok, I’m not mad, it’s just- what if it happens again? What if I grow so big like that that I can’t live my life”.

“It’s ok, you can’t”, I reassured him, “the human body can’t get that big, your weight-to-bone density ratio would cause all your bones to break and crush your organs”.

“Oh, good”, he responded with good-natured sarcasm, “so nothing to worry about then”.

“Exactly”, I said smiling at him, inducing a smile to creep on his face back. “Wish we knew why it happened though”, I wondered out loud, “a thousand years from now they’ll have discovered some strange phenomenon that will explain this, but we’ll be dead and never know”.

“Maybe it’s some new virus and I’m patient 0”, he joked back, “this is just phase 1. I’m about to grow wings and become a blood-sucking mutant”.

“They’ll call it Evan-itis”, I said, making him laugh. “No I hope to god not though”, I continued, “one pandemic is all I wanna live through in my lifetime”.

“True”, he agreed, “if I start to foam at the mouth break a soy sauce bottle and stab me”.

“Aubry would still charge me for replacing it”, I said laughing. He laughed too, throwing his head back and causing his big pecs to shake. The locked drawer rattled. I metaphorically kicked it.

“She would too”, he said back, “10 off your next check for saving humanity”.

“Have you felt ok the rest of the night”, I asked.

“I think so”, he said, sobering up a bit, “I mean it’s been a little disorienting adjusting to the differences”.

“But you haven’t felt another, whatever that was, coming on”, I pressed. He shook his head.

“No, I haven’t. Last time right before it happened I got this rush of heat through my whole body and I felt really flushed. That hasn’t happened again”.

“Good”, I responded, “It probably won’t happen again. Maybe your body has been procrastinating finishing puberty and then did it all at once in a panic”.

“I hope so”, he said back, “I mean, if it’s over now it’s not like I mind the extra size. What guy doesn’t wanna be a bit taller, or to instantly pack on muscle that would’ve taken 8 months of a strict diet and lifting every day to otherwise get”.

“You don’t gotta tell me”, I said enviously, “average is my middle name”.

“What”, he asked back, suddenly serious.

“What”, I questioned back. ”You think you’re average”, he asked incredulously.

“I mean, I don’t think. It’s just stats. Actually, my height is below average”, my dick isn’t though, I tacked on in my head, but didn’t feel ballsy enough to say out loud. “And it’s not like I’m ripped or anything to compensate, so…”, I trailed off, painfully embarrassed that I’d just dumped what I was most insecure about on him.

“Your face compensates”, he said back in an annoyed tone. It took me a second to register what he’d said. All I could get out was a surprised laugh, and a, “oh, thanks”.

“And”, he continued, still looking angry, “it’s not a negative that you’re short, you have a really funny and nice personality, and-”, he suddenly stopped short, looking embarrassed. His cheeks began to blush. “Oh god”, I said, “Is it happening again”, I asked worriedly.

“What”, he asked back in a quiet voice,

“Your cheeks are flushing”, I tactlessly pointed out.

“Oh”, he said, placing one of his hands on his cheek to feel the heat, “no, it’s not from that”.

“Oh”, was all I could think to say back. It was silent for a few seconds as he held my gaze. I’d never noticed he had light blue eyes before. “I’ve never noticed the green in your eyes before”, he said. I smiled at him and laughed lightly for saying exactly what I’d been thinking about him. He smiled back, “What’s funny now”, he asked.

“I had just been thinking ‘wow I’ve never noticed his eyes are blue’ right before you said that” Oh”, he said, laughing lightly as I had. We stayed smiling and looking at each other silently for a few charged seconds, and then that silence broke when the wet soy sauce bottle I’d been holding slipped through my fingers and dropped back into the bucket of water with a splash. Water ricocheted out and splashed over Evan’s face, chest, and arms. “Fuck, sorry”, I said jumping up. “It’s ok”, he said laughing, “better that than it falling on the floor and shattering”.

“I’ll grab some paper towels”, I said, secretly thankful for an excuse to get away from him for a second, because what the fuck was that. He’d complimented me, then blushed after as if he’d given something away he hadn’t meant to convey. And then the way he’d looked at me, it didn’t feel platonic at all. What did that mean? Is he interested in me?? What if I was misinterpreting it? Seeing things that weren’t there because I wanted there to be. Something about that situation felt objectively romantic, though. Still, doubt plagued my resolve, because I’d never heard anyone say anything about Evan being gay or bi before. Surely, that would have come up in conversations with our other coworkers, or with Evan himself. I’d worked with him for over a year now, and gone to dozens of staff outings where I saw him drunk before. He would’ve made a move, right? He was so good-looking and had an amazing body, I never thought of shyness or insecurity being something he’d struggle with. I replayed what had just happened in my head from a different perspective. I was fighting the hope bubbling up in me, but it bubbled anyway. I started imagining things I shouldn’t, things like how he’d look on top of me while he-

“Thanks”, Evan said, making me jump a bit. I’d been so lost in thought I’d wandered back to him without realizing it. “Yeah”, I responded as I handed him the rag. Our fingers brushed against each other’s as I handed it to him, and again a little color rushed into his cheeks. I didn’t comment on it this time, and he avoided my eyes as he started wiping the water that’d splashed on the middle of his chest off first. He pushed the shirt in while wiping, and the depth of the middle of his chest showed just how big both his pecs had grown. I imagined how good it’d feel to fuck them, sliding my dick in and out of the groove while he flexed them, and-

“Are you ok”, he asked me in a worried tone, causing me to startle again as I was pulled out of the fantasy. “I’m not mad, it’s just a little water”, he reassured me. He thought I was feeling guilty over spilling water on him. If only you knew, I thought wryly. I needed to get a grip. “I’m fine, I just didn’t sleep well last night”, I lied lamely.

“Neither did I”, he said while looking back down at himself to continue drying off.

“Why not”, I asked, completely enamored as he began to towel off the area of his crotch. The amble bulge squished and moved as he pressed it. “I don’t know, I just couldn’t settle down. My body felt so full…”, he trailed off as he saw his left bicep bunch up as he pulled his arm around to dry his right shoulder with the rag. He flexed it, and the already huge mound of meat ballooned bigger. It looked like a grapefruit was shoved under his arm. His face was a mixture of wariness and lust. It was a weird combination. The mound stuffed in his pants twitched and inflated slightly larger. He was getting hard just seeing how large he was, and god so was I. His eyes flickered over and down to me and I imagine my face mirrored his while staring at his crotch. He dropped his arm and I rose my eyes up to meet his. “Full of energy, I was amped up all night”.

All I could manage was a nod. My mouth was bone dry and even if I’d had saliva I wouldn’t have trusted a single word my brain would want to say right now. “Sorry”, he said sheepishly, “it’s distracting”. Yeah, I’ll fucking say. The voice in my head agreed fervently. I needed to say something. I was just staring at him with my mouth slightly open like a trout. Make a move. My brain urged me. Ask him out!!!

But what if he says no?! I mentally shouted back at it.

What if he says yes!! It argued back.

I’ll look so dumb if he says no.

You look dumb now standing here silently while talking to a projection of your consciousness. It pointed out.

True. I agreed.

Fine, fuck it.

“Evan…”, I started, looking up to meet his gaze.

“Yeah”, he questioned, staring at me with those light blue eyes the color of water when the sun hits it. Starring into them made me feel like a kid again laying at the bottom of a pool watching the light pierce through and sway with the water as it moved. Totally submerged, fighting the instinct to breathe so I could have a few more seconds with the beauty.

“Would you…”, I said slowly while breaking eye contact to pick up an empty soy sauce bottle to fiddle with while I worked up to the last words. He said nothing during my pause as he waited for me to finish my sentence. I mustered up all the confidence inside me and looked up from the bottle and back at him. “Wanna go o-”, I started to say but stopped short when I saw his facial expression. His face was pale, brows furrowed, and lips slightly turned down in a frown. He wasn’t looking at me anymore, but staring to the side, not really focused on anything in particular. “Are you all right”, I asked. He didn’t meet my eyes as he answered,

“Yeah…or, no”, he answered, raising his voice in question on the no.

“Is it-”, I started to ask when he stopped me with, “

No, no. It’s not that feeling. But…something’s off. I don’t feel right”. He looked down at himself and whatever he was feeling made his light frown deepen. “I need to go”, he said, finally looking at me again. “Sorry”, he continued, “we’re nearly done with side work though. Can you give Aubry the I got nauseous cover you talked about earlier”, he asked while walking toward the back door of the restaurant we were right by. “Sure”, I said as he opened the door,

“Thanks”, he said, shooting me a smile as he disappeared out the door.

“Let me know if you-”, I started to say to him, but the door has already shut. “Need anything”, I finished quietly to myself. He’d left. I stood for a few seconds, staring at the shut door, not knowing what to think or feel. Should I run after him? If he was about to have another episode of what happened earlier he needed to get to an ER. Except he’d said that wasn’t what was happening, and he hadn’t looked like he had when he’d grown. He’d looked…apprehensive. Uncomfortable. Oh god, it was my worst fear. I sat down at the table with the soy sauce and put my face into my hands in embarrassment. He hadn’t been sick, he’d realized what I was asking him, and he’d run away. The idea of me asking him out was so repugnant he’d fled. I’d done it again, taken platonic, friendly gestures from a straight man and twisted them into a narrative I wanted. Worse than that, I’d let myself get hopeful, I’d fallen off the side of the cliff and was hanging on by my fingertips. Well, I’ll be damned if I was falling completely off the cliff. I would pull myself up, forget this night happened, and move on. I lifted my head out of my hands and wiped the shame tears that had welled up in my eyes right as Aubry walked into the sunroom. “Are you guys almost done I’d like to go home”, she complained. “Where’s Evan”, she asked as she surveyed me alone with all the bottles. “He left”, I said in a flat tone.

“He left”, she repeated back in an indignant tone.

“He started to feel nauseous, said he was going to be sick”, I answered.

“Oh”, she said placated. She stared at me while I kind of looked at her, but was kind of gazing at nothing as I let my eyesight get blurry on purpose. “Are you feeling sick too”, she asked. I must look as bad as I feel. “Yeah”, I allotted, albeit not in the way she meant.

“Go home and leave the last few bottles for the openers”, she urged me in a stressed-out voice.

“Are you sure”, I asked,

“Absolutely”, she quickly answered while waving her arms for me to get up and go, “last thing I need is the whole staff getting a stomach bug”.

“Ok”, I said getting up and making my way past her to clock out at the front of the restaurant.

“I’ll clock you out”, she promised while pointing me toward the back door, “you go get rest”.

“Ok, night”,

“Good night”, she said as she all but shoved me out the door and closed it behind me.

I took a deep breath of the chilly night air and gazed ahead at the pedestrian bridge crossing the river in the distance. The sounds of people laughing and brisk air helped ground me. I would be ok. The sting of rejection would fade. This would feel much smaller and manageable in the morning. The name of the game now was to get home, get food, and get to bed. I made my way around to the front of the restaurant, waiting for a chance to jaywalk across the street, and walked into the parking garage all the workers at the restaurant parked in. We got parking for free. Not because we worked in the area, but because one of us had gotten the free parking code the nail salon next to the restaurant gave to its customers to validate parking so now we all used it. I’d expected them to instantly change it once they realized we were all using it every day to get out of paying, but after 6 months it still worked. I sat in my car as I waited for the heat to kick on and for my phone to connect to the Bluetooth. I’d just put the car in reverse and was about to pull out when my phone rang. The name appeared on the car screen, and it was Evan. The careful control I’d cultivated since leaving work crumbled at seeing his name. What the hell did he want? Did he want to reject me outright? Was inadvertently rejecting me not humiliating enough? I considered not answering, but against my better judgment, I picked up my phone and tapped the green button instead of the red. “Evan”, I greeted him, cooly.

“Clint”, his voice panted on the other line, “I need help”. The fear and anguish in his voice erased all the hurt and anger I’d had toward him. “What’s happening”, I asked.

“I-I don’t know”, he grunted, “It won’t stop building”.

“Building”, I repeated, lost at what he meant.

“They-ahhhh”, he broke off in a cry of pain mixed with longing, “they won’t stop FILLING”, he shouted the last word with carnal frustration. “FUCK”, he shouted, and the sounds of what sounded like him beating on his steering wheel came through the line, “Clint”, he whimpered my name in a higher pitch, “please I don’t know how much more I can stand”.

“Where are you”, I asked.

“Top floor of the garage”, he said in-between labored pants.

“On my way”.

“Hurry”.

I pulled out and began winding my way up the garage. It was nearly deserted now, but it must have been completely full when Evan got here, which is why he’d had to park at the very top. When I arrived at the fourth floor the only car left in the lot was his. It was a camper van. He loved road trips and had bought the car used then fixed it up so he could live in it when he traveled. I pulled up beside him and looked over through his passenger window. He had his head leaned over into the steering wheel, and his hands were gripping the sides. Even from here, I could see he was gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles were white. I got out and went to open the passenger door but it was locked. I knocked on his window, and without looking over at who it was he reached his long arm over and pulled the lock up to allow me in. I slid in and the first thing that hit me was the smell of the car. The stench of testosterone and sex coated every air molecule, and it was warm even though the AC was on full blast. I waited for him to acknowledge me, but he stayed in his hunched position breathing like he’d just run a marathon, the wide muscles in his back expanding and collapsing in and out. After about 20 seconds of this I finally broke the silence, “Evan”, I called. He looked up at me finally and his facial expression was so intense it broke my train of thought on what else I wanted to say. He had the face of a man being burned at the stake, but if the man half liked it. His eyes were wild, his cheeks flushed, and his full lips twisted from whatever sensations he was experiencing. “We need to get you to the ER”, I said. He shook his head and a hysterical laugh came from him. “I’m not in pain”.

“You want me to take a picture of your face and show you? Evan you look like you’re being tortured”.

“I am”, he growled.

“Evan”, I said in a frustrated tone, “I can’t help if you won’t tell me what’s wrong”.

He looked at me and then back at the steering wheel, then admitted in an embarrassed tone, “I’m horny”. I didn’t know what to say to that. What had he called me here for if that was the issue? All I could manage was an, “Um, ok”.

“You don’t understand”, he said looking back at me with pleading eyes, “it feels like I’m on fire. It started in the restaurant, and I knew something was wrong so I left, but since then it’s kept building and-”, His whole body shuddered, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he moaned loudly in a painful ecstasy as he unconsciously bucked his hips forward like an electric shock had just gone through his dick. “and it keeps building”, he moaned, his broad chest rising in and out quickly as he panted. “It felt good at first but it’s too much now. It’s so overwhelming it hurts. My balls feel like they’re going to explode”.

“Evan that sounds dangerous”, I cautioned while feeling like I wasn’t in my body. After what had happened earlier this felt so surreal. “I don’t want to go to the emergency room it’d be so embarrassing”, he said, “What am I going to say? I’m chronically horny”, I laughed despite myself, and he joined in, although his laugh was strained. “Well, I don’t know what else I can do for you then”, I consented.

“I’m sorry”, he said, “it was weird for me to call you here for this, I just panicked”.

“I understand”, I reassured him.

“But”, he continued, “I also wanted you to know why I’d left all rushed like that. I didn’t want you to think I was mad at you or anything. I was really enjoying joking around with you”. Hope flourished in me again at his words. He must’ve been so distracted he hadn’t even heard or caught on to what I had been asking him before he bolted. Maybe I hadn’t misinterpreted the signs from him tonight. I was such a romantic masochist. “Yeah I was a bit confused”, I replied.

He laughed lightly, “Yeah I mean you were in the middle of a sentence and then I ran away like you’d offended me or something. I’d be confused too”. It was quiet between us for a few seconds after he said that. I was on the edge of asking him again, but the sting of feeling rejected was still there, warning me against it. Then he asked the question that closed the distance between us, “You were asking me if I wanted something, I think”, he asked me.

“Yeah”, I replied, and without knowing where the confidence came from I met his gaze and calmly said, “I was asking if you wanted to go out with me”. Shock broke through his lustful haze and was the only expression on his face for a moment. Then joy like sunlight breaking through the cloud cover after a dreary day enveloped him. He smiled with a surprised laugh. “I-”, he began to say, but then his hips bucked forward and his whole body began to shudder again. His back arched and he moaned so loud that if anyone had been in the lot right now they would’ve heard. “I can’t take it”, he whimpered, “I can’t TAKE IT”, he yelled and punched the steering wheel in the middle so that the horn went off, and kept going off as he left his fist there. “Evan, Evan stop”, I urged him, wrapping my hands around his forearm and pulling his hand off the horn. “The last thing we need is a cop coming up here to investigate. Let’s get out and go to the back there’s more space”.

“Ok, but-”, he began to say, but I’d already hauled ass out the door. I wanted him away from the horn. “Clint”, he called as he got to the back of the van where I was waiting. I looked up at him as walked up to me. His eyes still looked half-crazed, but they were lit up with an emotion that hadn’t been present before. “I’d love to go out with you”.

“Oh”, I said shocked. He laughed, throwing his head back,

“Why do you sound so astonished, did you really think I’d say no”, he asked.

“Um, kind of yeah”, I admitted. “I wasn’t sure if you were interested in me” The smile faded from his face, “Clint, I’ve had a crush on you since I first saw you”. My mouth dropped open,

“You have”, I asked, flabbergasted. He shook his head in mock disbelief,

“Why do you think I talk to you so much at work? Why do you think I always ask if you’re going out to the staff outings”, he asked me.

“I don’t know, I thought you were just being nice”, I reasoned.

“No”, he corrected. And just like that, I saw every conversation, every smile from him, every gesture in a whole new perspective. “Oh, wow”, was all I could get out. “So, why haven’t you asked me out”, I asked him.

“Well, I was nervous…you treated me like you treated everyone else. It never seemed like you reciprocated”.

“I’ve stifled a crush I’ve had on you since day one”, I confided to him, “I just am so used to guys being straight, I’ve learned to write off everything as platonic so I don’t get my hopes up and get sucked into unrequited love”. His eyes were smoldering,

“Then you were really brave just now to ask me out when you were unsure if I even liked guys”, he said, “you’re braver than I was”. I blushed at the compliment. He placed one of his hands on my cheek where the flush was. His hand was burning hot like he had a fever. “Is this ok”, he asked. I nodded my consent. He closed his eyes and moaned while every muscle in his body tensed. That reminded me that he was going through something, something I also had no explanation for. “Sorry”, he moaned, “I’ve been ignoring it so we could talk but-”, he sucked in a breath and dropped his hand from my face, “it’s getting stronger again”.

“What’s it feel like”, I asked.

“Like my balls are filled with lighting”, he laughed, “or an ocean and the need to release keeps growing and growing and every cell of my body is alight with that desire”. My dick was rock hard. “Well, I mean if you need release you could just go take care of it”, I suggested. ”I tried that before I called you. It wouldn’t work. I’ve never needed to cum so bad in my life, but it wouldn’t happen”.

“I could help”, I offered. He’d been gazing away, but that brought his eyes back to mine. The want on his face was palpable, but he was hesitant. “I didn’t call you here to make you feel pressured to fuck”, he reassured me. “We haven’t even been on one date yet”.

“I know”, I agreed, while stepping closer to him. With the added inch on his height, I barely came up to his chest now. I had to crane my neck to look up at him. His breathing was getting heavier again. “Unlock the back of your car”, I ordered. He did as he was told. I did a quick scan of the lot to make sure we were really alone, then turned to him, and pushed on his chest to have him sit down on the edge of the back of the van. Of course, my strength didn’t really budge him, but he caught on to what I wanted and obliged. He grabbed a fistful of my shirt and pulled me so that our faces were inches away. With him sitting down we were the same height. His whole body exuded pent-up sexual energy, his body trembled with how much he was holding. I could smell sex on his hot breath. We stared at each other for a few charged seconds before he broke the tension by crushing his lips to mine. His hands moved around my waist and gripped me tight. I moved mine to the back of his head and gripped his hair, pulling it lightly. “Harder”, he ordered, so I clenched my fistful of his hair tighter and pulled harder, causing him to moan into my mouth as we kissed. He pulled us back, deeper into the van. It was still set up with blankets and pillows from the last time he’d been sleeping in it while traveling. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over him. His naked physique took my breath away. Light blonde hair dusted his chest, arms, and carved a narrow trail down his stomach to below his pants, but everywhere else his skin was smooth. The growth was much more apparent now that he wasn’t wearing a slimming color. His shoulders were large and broad, his neck thick, his triceps and biceps looked flexed in their resting state, his pecs jutted out from him at least 3 inches, and then his waist tapered into a slender, delicate v-shape. He was slim, so you could see his abs, but they weren’t jutting out as some bodybuilders do, you could see about 4 of them lightly. His body fat percentage was low, but high enough that he looked beefy rather than shredded. He was cut, but not so much that you could see every sinew and vein. The perfect combination of cut yet still cuddle-able. He reciprocated and took my shirt off, and it was hard not to feel insecure being half-naked next to him. I had a skinnier build than him. I went to the gym off and on, so I had a little muscle, but nothing like him. I was blessed genetically by my dad to have a naturally muscular chest, thighs, and ass. Being 5’7 also made me stockier, so it filled me out a bit more in those areas. It was hard to stay insecure though as hIs eyes drank me in like a ravenous man seeing food for the first time in days. I unbuttoned his pants and undid his zipper, but stopped when I felt that the material was soaking wet. “Did you…”, I started to say, and he laughed once without humor. “No, I wish”.

“Then what…”, I asked, and as he pulled his pants down he replied,

“You’ll see”. His legs had grown so much that he had some trouble peeling the pants off, but once he did the front of his underwear came into view. They were white, or, rather, they had been white, but now they were soaking wet and therefore see through. The smell of cum and testosterone became pungent within the small confine of the van. The outline of his cock was massive, it was pushed to the side and nearly wrapped around his waist. It had to be at least 10 inches long and looked 3 inches thick. The head was so huge it was a bit out of proportion with the rest of the shaft. Where the slit of the head was, a constant flow of precum was drizzling through the fabric of the underwear where it began to pool on the van floor. He inhaled in pleasure, and I watched as the head flexed, temporarily swelling even larger, and the flow picked up in volume. That’s what had soaked through his pants and underwear, it was all precum. “Jesus Christ”, I murmured in awe. It was an insane amount of fluid to produce, I wouldn’t believe it possible, except his balls had grown to be each the size of a clementine, so he had the machinery. “There aren’t words to describe to you how full of cum I am right now”, he said to me in a mixture of discomfort and ecstasy. I was rock hard as well and leaking precum along with him. I scooted over to him and wrapped my hand around the outline of the shaft, just to prove it was real to myself. He sucked in a sharp breath, the head spewed a large glob of pre, and he placed his hand under my chin and made me face him so he could crush his lips back on mine. I placed my hands on his huge pecs, searching until I found his nipples so I could tease them. He moaned low in his throat and his hands moved down to grab my ass and squeeze hard. His tongue was long, and he skillfully moved it while we kissed to trace the sensitive parts of the inside of my lip and make me shiver. I broke apart from him and grabbed the waistline of his drenched underwear. Slowly, I peeled them off. Long strands of pre stretched then broke as the fabric left his skin. Once his cock was free of the confine it sprang to stick straight up, flicking pre to the sides from the force of it pointing its intended direction. It was beautiful. One, powerful vein traveled its length supplying blood to the organ and smaller veins branched off the large one to supply more volume to the behemoth. Pre drizzled down and traced the two bloated balls. “Now you”, he said, looking at my pants. Oh, ha. I’d forgotten they were even on. His body was the center of my universe at the moment. “Let me”, he said as he unbuttoned them as he went back in to kiss me while he did. He pulled them off to expose the outline of my painfully hard 8-inch dick. He raised his eyebrows and looked up at me. “Average is my middle name”, he said in a sarcastic imitation of my voice, quoting me from earlier. I grinned at him, “It’s always more fun when I surprise people”. He got my underwear off and started grinding his dick against mine. The copious amounts of his pre made his slick against my own. His dripped and spewed onto my chest and stomach. “Let me on top”, I ordered him, and he happily obliged to switch, lifting me up on him as he laid down on the floor. I took my tongue and slowly ran it up his shaft. “Ooh god, yes”, he whimpered. I took the ample amount of his pre that had coated my tongue from the lick and moved it into his mouth as I went back in for a kiss. He moaned his approval as he tasted himself. “I didn’t think you’d be this freaky”, I admitted. He did a crooked grin, “I was raised Baptist. Repressed children turn into the kinkiest adults”.

“Huh”, I responded as I ran my tongue up his stomach and up to his chest, coming to suck on his left nipple. He groaned and ran his hands around my body, one through my hair and the other on my back. “Oh god”, he moaned, “It’s about to build again”. His back arched up with me still on top of him as his eyes rolled back in his head and every muscle in his body flexed. The head of his dick flared out as it flexed and long streams of pre shot all over his chest and face, and his balls swelled a bit bigger. He came back from it panting. “God I need it out”, he moaned. “Please Clint”, begged, “Fuck me”. That wasn’t the direction I thought he’d take. “You don’t need to first”, I questioned, eyeing his turgid, spewing monster. “I need to feel you inside me before I do”, he said, spewing more pre on his face as he did. Well, he didn’t have to tell me twice. “Spin around”, I commanded. He spun and arched his back, putting his masterpiece of an ass in my face. It was completely smooth. I couldn’t believe I was actually getting to do this with him. The fumes of his spunk in the van had me dripping. It was a hotbox of sex and I was hornier than I’d ever been in my entire life. I spread the muscular cheeks and dove in to eat out his tight, pink hole. He moaned and pressed his ass harder into my face in ecstasy. “Deeper”, he begged, spewing pre everywhere on the floor of the van as he did. I worked my tongue to the max, shoving it as far as I could, but he was clenching his hole in pleasure, and after five minutes my tongue was getting tired. “Clint, please, I need you”, he whimpered while panting.

“Spin back around”, I ordered him. I wanted to see his face while I fucked him. I scooped the copious amount of fluid he’d gushed on his stomach and chest off with my hand and lubed my own dick up with it. We held each other’s gaze as I slowly pressed my head inside him. I went in easily with how lubed up with his juice I was. We moaned in synchrony. God, he was so tight. I pushed the rest of the way inside him and he groaned loudly. “You’re so deep”, he moaned, shooting pre on the wall of the van behind him. I started pumping in and out of him, pulling all the way out every now and then for a few seconds to tease him before shoving back inside him. He was so tall I couldn’t reach his lips to kiss him from where I was, but I could run my tongue and hands up and down his stomach and reach his nipples to tease them. Every time I would he’d shoot like a geyser. It was hard to imagine he had any more fluid left in him, the wall behind him was dripping in pre as well as his chest, stomach, face, and hair. He had one of those episodes again while I fucked him, his back arched again and his whole body flexed, and again his balls swelled a little larger. “Harder”, he begged me, and I started slamming into him, his huge pecs shaking up and down every time my hips slammed into his pelvis, my big balls slapping against his ass. I felt myself reaching a climax and I pulled out of him. I wasn’t ready to cum yet, I wanted to get there with him inside me. We were on the same page. I laid down on my back while he rose to his knees. He was so tall now he had to duck a bit. He hoisted my ass up to his mouth with his large hands and started eating me out. He looked so fucking hot with his biceps and triceps balled up massive as they flexed to support my weight. His large tongue skillfully worked my hole, and I was moaning and writhing as he ate me out. He couldn’t resist being inside me for long though, and soon he was pushing his massive head into me.

“Ooooh”, I groaned as his girth stretched me. His pre-slicked dick made it enter as gently as possible, though. He leaned down so his face was inches from mine as he pushed the rest of the way in. Every muscle in my body contracted from pleasure. “Oh my god”, he moaned in relief, as he began to pump in and out. He was so huge he blocked out anything else from view, all I felt was his heat, his presence inside me. He kissed me while he pumped in and out, our moans entering each other’s mouths as our tongues fought for dominance. He began to pick up the pace and force of his thrusts. His huge balls felt like weights hitting against me as his hips slammed into me. My head rolled back as every cell in my body buzzed with pleasure. He teased my nipples and I could feel cum brimming inside me, desperate to spew. “I’m close”, informed me,

“So am I”, I groaned.

“At the same time”, he ordered me. His breathing was becoming ragged and his thrusts sped up with more force as he pounded into me like a jackhammer. “Oh god”, he cried, “oh god it’s so much”, he moaned. I could feel his entire dick swell with more blood as it flexed, preparing to unleash the ocean he had inside him. His face began to flush in a familiar way. “It’s pushing against every part of me”, he moaned. I watched as his muscles swelled larger. His pecs heaved out at least another inch, ballooning with meat as they shook up and down with his thrusts. His shoulders broadened and grew rounder with size as his back followed suit, expanding his entire frame. His arms swelled as did his legs braced on either side of me. “More”, he moaned, “keep growing”, he begged his body. He had to bend his head more as he grew taller and pressed into the ceiling of the van. He had to hunch as he kept growing and his shoulders pressed into the car’s ceiling. His dick swelled longer and thicker inside me, pressing deeper and deeper into me with each thrust. I was using every ounce of willpower I had to keep from cumming and wait for him. His muscles all swelled larger with one last expansion, his dick swelled to what felt like a foot long inside me, and with him yelling from the intensity I felt him start to cum inside me like a garden hose. I shot rope after rope of cum on my chest and face as he emptied inside me. After a minute of continuously shooting inside me, he pulled out, still cumming. He moaned and writhed as he shot his spunk all over the ceiling and walls of the van. I pulled him to me and kissed him as he continued climaxing. Shot after shot hit me all over my chest neck and face as he shot over us as he kissed me. Finally, after five minutes of him draining, it ended. Exhausted, we passed out in each other’s spunk-coated arms and went to sleep.

Clint, first growth:

The sound of footsteps crunching gravel woke me up. I forgot what had happened last night when I first opened my eyes, so I was very disoriented as I tried to make sense of why I was in the back of a van sweating my ass off. I registered that there was a very large arm wrapped around me with a very large hand at the end of it cuddling my chest. It all came rushing back to me, and panic, as well as happiness, came rushing with it. Panic, because I was butt-ass naked in a van without tinted windows in a public parking garage in broad daylight. Happiness, because something I would’ve never let myself dream of happened between me and an amazingly sweet, hot, and, holy shit, big man. I had turned to look at him while thinking this and, jesus fucking christ, he was huge. My dick began to get hard as I recalled the memory of him growing again while fucking me last night. His muscular pecs were squishing together from him sleeping on his side, expanding and falling with his breath. I watched him, enamored with his form. The growth had distributed the new size with an artistic sensibility. His abdomen area remained slim despite the growth, and his abs, although a bit more defined, had retained an aesthetic softness. His whole body had retained that softness to the definition I loved on him, keeping just enough fat to not have him looking like a dehydrated, buff raisin. His legs were powerful, his smooth thighs massive units that were accentuated by his ass, which was a biblical sight. It had gotten more muscular and beefier, and I was completely hard again imagining how tight he’d feel now. The sight of his dick had my mouth watering. In the morning light, I could see every angle of how monstrous it had become. Definitely at least 12 inches long and dispensing a light flow of pre, that, from the size of the puddle under it, had been going for a while now, pumping from his full balls that had retained the size they’d swollen to last night during his horny episodes. His arm muscles were curvature works of art, his neck had gotten thicker, contrasting his defined yet boyishly handsome face in a sexy way. Light coming in from the windows splayed across his face, bringing out the freckles dotting it and his soft hair framing it. Even covered in an obscene amount of dried cum, he was beautiful. He was an oil painting of a child of Aphrodite the morning after an orgy. Jacked Dorian Grey sprung from the pages. Michelangelo’s, “David”, if David came to life and was super gay. A sadness washed over me, because how could I hold this being’s attention? He was sunshine and wildflowers. A clean spring of water with reeds along its bank. Sexy, yet objectively beautiful in a way existing outside of lust that artistic masters throughout the ages had tried to depict in stone and on paper. Not to mention he may not even be completely human, as I was having a hard time coming up with any other explanation as to what else would explain the impossible changes he’d gone through. I knew I wasn’t ugly, but I wasn’t on this level of attractiveness. He had a beauty he could live on alone, just by existing people would pay him. He’d make six figures on OnlyFans. People much hotter than me would be enamored with him as well, and I wouldn’t blame him when his attention was pulled from me to those men more in his league. For right now, though, I could simply enjoy it while I had him. I would deal with the aftermath when it came. A movement to my left made me put my romanticization on a shelf and snap me back to reality. It was the parking garage employee. It was his shoes that had crunched the gravel that woke me up. I looked toward the windshield of Evan’s van and, sure enough, he’d gotten a ticket. His parking time had expired at 6 am this morning and hadn’t been renewed. The parking guy was checking the plate of a car a few spaces away from us, but all he’d have to do is glance over and he’d see me, naked and covered in jizz. For all we knew he’d already seen us when he’d given Evan the ticket. “Evan”, I said, shaking him gently by the shoulder. He didn’t rouse an inch. “Evan”, I said a bit louder, shaking him a bit harder.

“Ryan”, he questioned sleepily. Ryan was his roommate.

“No, Clint”. I responded. His eyes shot open, and I had to fight back a laugh as I watched him go through the same initial disorientation I went through when I first woke up. He sat up quickly only to slam his head against the top of the van, having forgotten about his growth spurt. The memories came to him as he held the top of his head. After they did it was a relief to see him smile widely. “Good morning”, he said in a voice, again, slightly deeper than I remembered. “Morning”, I said back, “how do you feel after that growth spurt”, I asked. He looked down at himself, rubbing a hand down his body starting at his pecs, moving down his stomach, stroking his still hard and dripping dick to finally cup his two balls. His hands were just big enough to hold them both, but they’d overflow in mine. “I feel fucking massive”, he said lustfully. Yeah, no kidding I thought to myself. Any more of this and my dick was at risk of beginning to drip as well. “Jesus Christ, we look crazy”, he remarked as he noticed all the dried cum on his body, then examined me as well. He went to run a hand through his hair and found that much of it felt crunchy. “Ew”, he said, making a face.

“We need showers”, I said, echoing his sentiment.

“Immediately”, he agreed, “but first”, he continued, “how are you”. He held my gaze in a confusingly serious way, as if something bad had just happened. “What do you mean”, I asked.

“You went from seeing me unnaturally grow, to hearing me confess my adoration with you, to fucking in the back of my van, seeing my grow again while I fucked you, and finally seeing me shoot enough cum for 30 men all in the span of like 5 hours”. When he put it like that, yeah, it was a lot to process. Also, 30 men was understating it. “Part of me is a little disoriented, yeah”, I conceded, “but I’m not as freaked out as I should be. I think because I’m so distracted by the, you know, you confessing your adoration for me part”. He grinned,

“And you confessing yours back”, he added joyfully.

“Last night was nice”, I said, making the understatement this time.

“Last night was incredible”, he corrected me. “You were amazing”, he added while leaning in and initiating a very tender kiss, placing his hands on either side of my face before our lips met. It was a bit salty from his dried cum on our lips. The kiss grew in intensity as our hands began moving to other places. I ran my hands over his bigger muscles, tracing his traps and feeling how hard his shoulders were. He ran his hands to my back, one began trailing down toward my ass. My rational brain kicked in, begging me to stop before my dick sidestepped it. Indecent exposure! Illegal!! Cops!!! JAIL!!!! It shouted at me. The logic won out. “Evan”, I said pulling back, “we should go”.

“The shower can wait”, he said, misunderstanding me, as he moved down to my neck to start sucking on it. God, he was good at that. I was in danger of losing all reason. It was the sound of someone closing their car door that pulled us back. Evan froze, mid-hickey, and then abandoned his post to look out the window at the surrounding lot. Panic crossed his face as he realized for the first time how exposed we were. He flattened himself to the floor and pulled a blanket over himself. “Oh my god, we’ve gotta get out of here”, he said urgently.

“Yeah”, I agreed, trying to reassemble my thoughts.

“My clothes won’t really fit me, can you drive”, he asked. I grimaced as I imagined how gross it was going to feel putting on my uniform while covered in dry cum. He was right though, and also he was too big to crawl to the front from the back, and no way in hell was he stepping outside the van and risking someone seeing him in that state. So, I was brave and put my clothes on and shimmied my way up front. I started the van, put it in drive, then paused. “Where are we going”, I asked, “Your place”, I followed up asking.

“I need to think about how I’m going to explain this to Ryan”, he said, gesturing to his body.

I wracked my brain, but there really isn’t any logical way to explain to someone how you put on that much size in one night. There wasn’t a drug in existence that could induce what Evan had gone through, or a disease or phenomenon discovered that could explain it. He had nothing to tell everyone. No matter what, people would be confused and probably a bit frightened and disturbed. Especially if he grew any more. “Is Nick working this morning”, Evan asked.

“Let me check”, I said, pulling my phone out, extremely grateful that it being inside my pants pocket all night had spared it from Evan’s onslaught. “Yeah, he works”, I said in relief after checking the shift schedule, “so my apartment will be empty”.

“What time is it”, he asked.

“9:45 am”, I responded.

“10 minutes before the morning staff will be getting here”, he warned, “possibly coming up here to park, seeing my van”. He didn’t need to say anymore, I flew out of the spot and rushed as fast as I could down the garage. Once on the main road I slammed on the gas and prayed Nick would be texting and driving when he passed by us. He, thankfully, and also recklessly, was on his phone when he passed by us. My phone buzzed, and, oh, he’d been texting me.

Nick:

Hey man :) just wanted to make sure you’re good, noticed you didn’t come home last night

I felt bad for worrying him, he was such a nice guy.

Me:

Oop ya I’m fine I slept over at Sara’s, sorry to worry you

I lied. That story would hold up. Even if Nick saw her at work today she was savvy enough to stick to my story until she could talk to me and ask me why I’d lied. Evan, who was in the back of the van sat up, slouching against the wall so that his head didn’t hit the ceiling. He had his arms wrapped around the passenger seat. I nearly ran a stop sign because I got distracted by the muscles in his arms bunched up from the position they were in. I slammed on the brakes. “Sorry”.

“It’s ok”, he laughed. “What’s wrong”, he asked seeing me grimace in discomfort as the motion of the car halting so quickly caused me to fall forward.

“My balls are squished”, I complained as I lifted myself out of the seat and reached down my pants to pull them forward and out from between my thighs. They felt a bit larger in my hands than they typically did, also, they were sore. “Yeah”, Evan responded, “I don’t think I’ll be able to wear a pair of underwear comfortably again”, he predicted, “these things are fucking huge”. I pictured his big balls swinging back and forth with the G-forces of the van as I drove, and my dick began to get half hard again. I groaned, “I just got this to go down”, I complained.

“Size really turns you on, doesn’t it”, he astutely observed. I feigned nonchalance and shrugged, “It doesn’t turn me off. Not gonna lie and say it wasn’t hot watching you grow while over me last night”, I turned around to give him a smirk, “You seemed to enjoy it at least”. He blushed a bit, reaching behind to scratch the back of his head, causing his massive bicep to bunch up. “Yeah I got a little carried away”, he admitted sheepishly.

“Any guy would”, I assured him, “does it feel good”, I asked. He shook his head,

“Yes, but that’s an understatement. There aren’t words. It’s the best pleasure I’ve ever felt”, he informed me. “Do you want it to happen again”, I tentatively asked as I turned into the parking lot of my apartment complex. He was silent for a few seconds before he responded, “Yes, but no”. The “no”, hadn’t sounded as convincing. A problem neither of us had thought about presented itself as I put the car in park. “Evan”, I started, “how are you going to get inside”.

“Oh”, he said, “yeah, I’m naked”.

“Yeah”, I agreed.

“Hm”, he sounded.

“Maybe one of Nick’s sweatpants would cover your bottom half at least”, I ventured.

“But I’m covered in jizz”, he protested.

“We’ll wash them, he’ll never know”. He had a guilty expression on his face still.

“The alternative is you running through this parking lot naked with only a towel wrapped around you”, I warned him.

“Yeah ok go get the pants”, he conceded.

The walk from the van to my complex building was humbling, to say the least. You don’t know “walk of shame” until you’ve speed walked through a public place in broad daylight covered in enough spunk that it looks like you went to a 60-man-orgy. I noticed how heavy and sore my balls felt again while walking up the stairs to the second floor. The movement of them swaying back and forth felt clunkier than usual. I rifled through Nick’s drawer and found a pair of grey sweats that looked like they’d get the job done. “You never saw me”, I said to his cat as it watched me from his bed, unblinking, leave his room. Evan had to pull off some impressive maneuvers to get the pants over his muscular legs and thick ass. They were too short, coming up far enough to tell me that he’d grown at least 2-3 more inches taller last night. That’s 3-4 inches taller in one day, but the shock factor of that was wearing off. I was becoming desensitized to how absurd that was. The outline of his monster cock and bulbous balls was very noticeable. He’d managed to get it to get soft, but it still looked to be about 8 inches long in that state. Coupled with his superhero physique he was a spectacle. “Ok”, I said, “don’t stop walking for anything, don’t make eye contact with anyone, get inside without ruining the innocence of any children”, I ordered. He nodded seriously. I walked ahead of him at first, but he quickly overtook me with his much longer legs. I glanced over at him as he passed me, and the movement of his cock and balls swaying as his thick thighs fought for space in the too-small pants was in danger of turning me on. The danger became red alert as his ass came into view, and I could see the stark outline of his crack framed by the two bowling balls of his cheeks as they moved back and forth with the rhythm of his stride. We made it inside without anyone having to see us. “Ok, let’s become humans again”, he said walking toward the bathroom. “Wait”, I called as I opened the closet door by the front door and pulled the toolbox off the top shelf, holding up the tape measurer to him. “I wanna see what you grew first”. His eyes lit up in interest as he walked over to me. I had to stretch my arms all the way up to get to the top of his head. Jesus Christ. “You’re 6’6”, I said. His eyes widened as he looked down at me, fully processing just how much that distance had really grown over the span of less than a day. I know I said I was becoming desensitized to this, but seeing the numbers was harder to brush off. “You were 6’2 when you clocked in yesterday”, I asked him. He nodded. “You were the same height as Nick at 6’3 after the first growth”, I said, “so you must’ve grown another 3 inches in the van”. I shook my head in disbelief. “Are you sure you don’t wanna go see a doctor”, I asked.

“I mean”, he responded, “is there anything logical at all that could cause something like this”, he asked me. “No”, I admitted, “even if you had a tumor pressing on the pituitary gland in your brain causing it to secrete growth hormone, it still wouldn’t be this fast. But, also, it’s not like I’ve been to med school or anything I’m hardly a doctor or know everything. Even if you are the first case of whatever this is, you need to make sure none of this is hurting your body”, I followed up with. He slid down the wall until he was sitting with his arms resting on his knees.

“I really do feel ok though”, he said, “Actually, I feel better than I ever have in my life. I’ve never felt so healthy and alert. And this is going to be weird and hard to explain to a doctor, and, I mean I’m not complaining about the size boost. Unless this continues to a point where I’m getting bigger than I want to be or it starts to hurt, I don’t wanna go see a doctor”. I had dozens of reasons why waiting until it was bad was not a great plan, but I could see his mind was made up. It was his shoes all over again. Also, he was an adult, and I was not his dad. Ultimately, it was up to him if he went or not. “Wanna see how big your dick is”, I said, changing the subject. He smirked and stood back up to his full height. I grabbed the python and extended the tape measurer out until I reached the flared head. “8 inches long and 2 1/2 inches thick”, I said as my mouth watered. “You’re as long soft as I am hard”.

“Let’s find out how big it is hard”, he said deviously as I felt the monster begin to inflate in my hand. It pumped up bigger and bigger, passing 9 on the ruler, then 10, 11, and finally capping out at 12. “You’re a foot long”, I said in awe. “3 inches thick”, I added. A drop of pre pooled at the tip of his cock at my words. “Ready to shower”, I asked, taking a step back. He nodded fervently. I pulled my shirt off as I walked down the hall ahead of him toward the bathroom. I could hear the sound of his big feet following in pursuit. When I turned around he’d already pried the too-small-sweats off his legs and stood in all his naked glory. I pulled my pants and underwear off and stepped up to him our cocks were pressed together. His was so long it covered the entire length of my stomach and a little of the bottom of my chest. His dwarfed mine. I’d never had my cock look so small compared to another. I craned my neck up to see him staring down at me. He had to lean a bit to see over his pecs, which were rising and falling quickly as his breath began to speed up with arousal. I could see where this was about to go quickly, but I had a different agenda. I wanted this to be a slow, painful burn for us both. I stepped up on the side of the tub so that we were eye to eye. He laughed at my height-equalizing maneuver. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he stepped closer to me, and our lips came together. His warmth began bleeding into me as I hungrily pressed myself into him as hard as I could. One of his big hands ran down my back and cupped my ass, lifting me a bit up. I got where he was leading with that and wrapped my legs around his torso as he supported my weight easily with just that arm. He stepped us into the shower and started the water all without breaking our kiss. The warm water caressed down the grooves of his chiseled body as he pressed my back into the wall as the kissing began picking up in intensity. He moved his mouth down to my neck and resumed where he’d left off in the van this morning. My dick leaked profusely. My balls felt huge and full like I hadn’t cum in weeks. “Evan”, I said, halting this production before I slipped off the edge. “Hm”, he answered, not coming up from kissing and sucking on my neck. “Wanna do a kink of mine”, I asked, setting up the trap.

“Please”, he murmured as he lifted me up higher so he could kiss and suck on my chest. God, it felt so good. “Well, I’m really into edging”, I hinted. He stopped mid-suck on my nipple and then rose to meet my eyes. “Oh no”, he said.

“What if, instead of having sex right now, we go on that date and have sex after, tonight”, I proposed. He considered it. “I like it, but what if, instead of that, we have sex now, go on that date, then have sex after”, he counteroffered. I laughed.

“Think about how hot it’ll be if we wait though. All that sexual tension and desire building between us all night in public, every little touch fueling a forest fire. Then having crazy, desperate sex after resisting those urges all night”. He nodded in spite of himself.

“Ok that does sound hot”, he conceded.

“Cool, now let’s wash the jizz out of our hair so we look like normal people again”. The shower proved to be a hard first test of our self-mandated chastity. Watching Evan wash his muscled body was very sensual, and it didn’t help that both of us stayed hard the whole time, showing that both of us were struggling with our arousal. I nearly broke when Evan asked, “Do you mind washing my back for me, it’s a little hard to reach back there now”. At first, I was well in control, studiously ignoring how hot his back was, but then I realized he’d also included his ass in that job as well. That was a whole other story. I’d been careful to not glance down at it, knowing that the sight of it in all its taut glory had a good chance of breaking me. Soon as I saw it, watched the streams of water running down his back caress the deep crevice of his crack from how muscular his cheeks had grown, I nearly came undone. My brain bombarded me with fantasies of what I could be doing right now. I could start by crouching down and biting the closest cheek, and rubbing my hands all over the two massive globes, feeling them jiggle. Then I could spread them and run my tongue on his rim, feeling him tremble and hearing him groan in anticipation, begging me all the while to shove my-

Stop stop stop stop I mentally yelled at my brain, halting the fantasy. I’d only been distracted for about 5 seconds, Evan wouldn’t have known what I’d been thinking. The only incriminating evidence of my thoughts was the pre that had dripped from me, but that was immediately diluted and lost with the water of the shower. My dick and brain both pulsed in defiance.

It’ll be worth it tonight when the sex is that much better I promised them both. I quickly soaped up his ass and finished. He returned the favor and washed my back. Feeling his broad hands rub me brought goosebumps along my arms. I’d never felt this kind of electricity with someone before. Maybe edging is no longer a kink of mine. My balls still felt heavy, sore, and abnormally full. Like, sure I was horny being around Evan, but this felt like more than that. I’d done no nut November once when I was a teenager and made it 25 days. This felt a bit worse than that, and that’s saying something. Feeling this way after cumming a lot just the night before was not my body’s norm. I chalked it up to how fucking hot Evan was, I mean, he was something straight out of a thirst trap. An Instagram influencer pulled off the screen. Also, I’d seen him grow like he was a character in some growth-centric smut story. That would make any gay man hornier than usual. Whatever, once we got out of this steamy bathroom and put on some clothes it’d be more manageably tantalizing. Hopefully. We decided to enjoy the early spring weather and walk around the park by where we worked. When I started rummaging through Nick’s wardrobe again he’d further complained about borrowing Nick’s clothes without permission, but after some coercing, I got him into a pair of shorts and a baggy (on Nick) tee that covered him enough that he’d be decent for families to see him. Nick bought into the 5-inch-seam short trend though, and on Evan’s ballooned thighs they hiked up to about 3 inches. We quickly realized that him in those shorts without underwear would be a problem when after two steps about 4 inches of his massive shaft became visible swinging against his inner thigh. I put him in a pair on my boxer briefs that really, really did not fit him, but kept the beast tucked away. His ass in them was equal parts funny and hot. They were essentially a thong on him with how far they rode up his crack. The fabric meant to fit someone with my proportions did not possess the bandwidth to cover his bubble butt as well as his thick cock and bloated balls, and the latter were the priority right now. So, he’d have to deal with the wedgie.

It was a gorgeous day in the park. We’d been walking and talking adamantly for about 3 hours. We’d boughten popsicles from my favorite little ice cream shop and settled in a patch of grass overlooking the river to eat them. The sun reflected off the water in beautiful, albeit bright, patterns that kept pulling my attention away from my quickly melting treat. I laughed as I watched a couple in a two-person kayak accidentally flip. “Clint, watch it it’s melting-”, Evan started to warn me right as I felt the cold sensation of half the popsicle slipping off the stick and plopping onto my shirt. “Goddammit”, I complained and immediately felt guilty as the family of four with two elementary school-age kids walked past us. Oh well, they have access to the internet, they probably already knew worse words. Evan laughed at my expense. I gave him a sour side-eye that only made him laugh harder. I sighed as I looked down at my ruined shirt. “I’m gonna go try and wash this off in the bathroom”.

“I think it’s beyond saving”, Evan admitted, “I’d just take it off and go shirtless.

“What”, I said appalled, “we’re at a park”.

“…And”, Evan questioned.

“There are kids around”, I protested.

“I didn’t say whip your dick out”, Evan replied, “It’s 85 degrees out and you’re a guy”. I looked out toward the river, ignoring him. “You prude”, Evan teased.

“Shut up”, I said, feeling embarrassed. Truthfully, part of my hesitancy came from feeling inadequate next to Evan. I didn’t want people to be able to see my naked torso next to his clearly, even while clothed, superior one. People would think I’d paid him to go out with me. My ego needed to get over itself. Evan was here because he liked me. I shrugged my shirt off, but couldn’t help subconsciously pulling my knees in toward me to hide my torso. Evan didn’t miss that, or why I had been so apprehensive to shed the garment in the first place.

“You really don’t see yourself clearly”, he informed me. “You’re really hot”. Blush flooded my cheeks. “Thanks”, I said, uncomfortable with the praise.

“No seriously”, Evan said, “you say you’re not very fit, but look at yourself”. I did what he asked, prepared to see the same old same old pretty average build that he was just being nice about when I was stopped short. He was right. Or, at least, I wasn’t as skinny as I usually was. The body I looked down at was more toned and had a few more pounds of muscle on it than I remembered. Huh. “And you’ve gotta admit, you’ve got a nice chest”, he said while reaching out to grab one of my pecs and jiggle it. I laughed and conceded. I was able to admit I did have a nice chest genetically. It was something I’d inherited from my dad. I was a skinnier guy but had always had a chest that was a bit out of proportion with how muscular it was. “I get that from my dad”, I said to him.

“Well, give Chris my thanks”, he joked, referencing my dad by name.

“How do you know my dad’s name”, I questioned him.

“You mentioned it once”.

“When”, I asked, unable to recall any time I’d ever talked about my dad to him.

“You were talking about how you competitively square danced as a kid”, he began, and I immediately began to blush. I regretted ever sharing that dark fact about my past with everyone at work. “About how it was a tradition on your dad’s side of the family, but you said ‘Chris’s side of the family’, when you mentioned it”. His verbatim recall brought it up to the surface in my memory. “Oh god, yeah. I don’t remember you being there when I talked about that though”, I admitted. “You were talking to Sara about it”, he informed me, “we were all at the high-top folding napkins and I overheard”.

“That was so long ago, I can’t believe you remember”, I marveled.

“I remember everything I hear you say”, he said sheepishly, “I really like you”. Color began to delicately flush his face. A warm feeling enveloped my diaphragm area as butterflies fluttered throughout it. “But even if I hadn’t had a giant crush on you”, he continued, “I wouldn’t forget that I heard someone say they competitively square danced”, he laughed, emphasizing the last two words in stage horror. The butterflies died. “You know, we don’t have to talk”, I said in a monotone voice.

“Oh come on, show me a dance move”, he teased, grabbing my hand and leading it around like he was going to twirl me.

“How about I drown myself in the river instead”, I countered, making him laugh again.

“Ok I’m sorry”, he conceded, “I’ll tell you an embarrassing secret so we’re even”.

“More embarrassing than competitive square dancing”, I asked skeptically.

“Not more, but equally, to me at least”, he said. I waited, curious to know what he could have possibly done. “In middle school, I had a crush on my best friend, we’d play Skyrim together a lot, and I would secretly write gay Skyrim smut about the two of us every night”. I stared at him blank-faced while I processed that. “That”, I began, “is the straightest gay thing I’ve ever heard”.

“It gets worse”, he warned, “I showed him it”.

“No”, I gasped, feeling my eyes widen. “How did he take it”

“Not well”, he said shaking his head sadly, “he freaked out, it ended our friendship”.

“That’s so sad”, I sympathized.

“Yeah, as cringe as it was, little me just wanted love”.

“Was that traumatic”, I inquired.

“A bit, but I worked through that in therapy long ago”, he answered.

“Well, I can’t make fun of you for that”, I paused, “Actually yea I can”.

“Good”, he replied. “Now we’re even, partner”, he said, enunciating ‘partner’ in an exaggerated southern accent. A square dancing joke. I rolled my eyes. “For our next date we can play Skyrim and then act out the sexy role-play little you wanted”, I promised.

“I’ll hold you to that”, he responded. I didn’t respond. I’d been mostly joking and hadn’t expected him to respond so seriously. “I’m getting hungry wanna grab something to eat”, I asked, changing the subject. “Sure”, he said brightly standing up. He grabbed my hand as we walked, and it felt like electricity was flowing between us. Our energies had been progressively building all day, getting more and more charged. I was glad now we’d waited to have sex. My balls still felt heavy and full, and the urge to empty them out was growing stronger with each hour. I imagined his giant balls felt the same, if not worse. We split nachos at a local bar and talked about our lives. Got to know each other as more than co-workers. He was close with his mother, his dad hadn’t accepted him being gay. She’d divorced him over it. He had felt guilty, blamed himself for destroying his parents’ marriage, and had had to accept that his father’s bigotry wasn’t his fault. His mother’s intolerance of that bigotry, again, was not his fault. He didn’t let it make him pessimistic though. “I’m very fortunate to have one parent who accepted me and stood by me”, he said, giving me his crooked smile, “could’ve been a lot worse, me coming from a Baptist household”. I nodded, awed by his maturity and perspective on it.

“What about you”, he asked me.

“What about me”, I asked back.

“Are you close with your parents”, he asked.

“I-”, I began to say, when all of the sudden the urge to cum I’d been feeling all night reached a crescendo, distracting me. It was a bit overwhelming, washing over me in a wave of lust and need. I could feel energy tossing and turning inside them. “You good”, he asked, his eyebrows furrowing down in worry at whatever facial expression. “I think…”, I said slowly, distracted by my processing of what I was feeling, “what happened to you last night in the garage is happening to me”, I finished. His eyes widened.

“Are you serious”, he asked, shocked. I nodded, unable to speak as another wave of lust and need washed over me, peaking higher than before. I passed a moan that escaped me as a cough as I felt a jet of pre shoot from my painfully hard dick. The people closest to our table glanced over at us with puzzled expressions. “We gotta go”, I urged him.

“Yeah, we gotta go”, he fervently agreed, already up and walking toward our waiter to hand him his card. All throughout the car ride back my dick consistently kept leaking pre, yet my balls never felt any less full. “Are you gonna grow”, Evan asked me in a stressed tone.

“I don’t know”.

“Do you feel flushed”

“No, I mean not like that, my skins not red is it”, I asked.

“No”, he reassured me.

“I mean, I won’t lie and say this feels bad”, I admitted. He nodded knowingly,

“And growing felt 100x better than that feels”. I couldn’t even comprehend that. I think my brain would fry if I felt that much pleasure at once. Evan barely got the front door of my apartment shut before I all but tackled him. I had his shirt off in seconds, and his shorts and underwear quickly followed suit. His behemoth of a cock was already all the way hard. He yanked my clothes off with just as much fervor, my 8-inch cock felt fucking massive and hard as a rock as it sprung out of my underwear. He kneeled in front of me and then started sucking my dick like a pro, going all the way down to my balls. “Oh my fucking god”, I moaned, completely lost in ecstasy. It was strange though, even after he had been blowing me for at least 5 minutes I didn’t feel any closer to coming. It felt amazing, but, progress wasn’t occurring. I had the feeling he could give me the best blowjob of my life for the next two hours and I still wouldn’t cum. I could feel the pressure of the cum inside me pressing on my prostate. “Evan, fuck me”, I ordered him. He didn’t need convincing. He immediately started eating my ass out, and just that alone sent shock waves throughout my body. The knowledge that his massive dick wasn’t even inside me yet and it felt this good had me shaking. “Evan, please”, I begged, having déjà vu from the night before when it had been me hearing him beg for me to fuck him like this. He pushed just his massive head into me and the loudest moan I’d heard myself ever make came involuntarily from me. The only way I can explain it was that it was pure pleasure. Every cell on my body was on fire, and his dick was stroking all of them with every inch deeper he went. He went in slowly at first, teasing me. Finally, when he all 12 inches of him were buried in me, he started fucking me like I wanted. He knew exactly what I was feeling right now, and knew what I wanted. He pounded me hard, setting me ablaze. Seeing him loom over me, big pecs shaking with each thrust, his massive arms flexing as his big hands were wrapped around my torso was so hot. “Harder”, I moaned, and he started using me like a fleshlight. His massive balls slammed into me with every forceful thrust. “God you’re so pumped up right now”, Evan said between breaths, running his hand down my chest and abs. I looked up was saw that I now had abs and, he was right, I looked like I had an insane pump from a really good workout. “I’m close”, Evan moaned. I felt his dick swell larger inside me as it flexed with more blood, preparing to shoot. Evan’s head rolled back as I felt him release inside me. It wasn’t as much cum as he’d shot in the van, but it was still as much as five virile men. The warmth of all the jizz in me radiated a warmth throughout my lower stomach that only amplified my pleasure. I needed to cum so bad, but no matter how good it felt from him fucking me it only seemed to increase my need to cum instead of leading me to that outcome. He pulled out of me, and surprisingly no cum fell out of me when he did. I realized that no cum had passed out of me from last night either after he’d fucked me. That pulled me out of my haze a bit because that made no sense. Where was it going? A warm, trickling sensation in my balls answered that question. I sat up and watched as they slowly began to swell bigger and bigger. The full, sore feeling I’d been having all day began to intensify as they did. My mouth dropped open as the dots connected. My slow growth all day, the copious amount of pre I’d been leaking, the heightened horniness. I looked up at Evan, feeling crazy yet sure I was right as I said, “Evan I think the cum you’ve shot in me is going into my balls”. He gave me a jokingly skeptical look, but shock crossed his features as he looked down and saw what I saw: my balls, still, slowly inflating. “Oh my god”, I moaned as the feeling of fullness and lust continued climbing. It was becoming hard to stay cognizant with it. Each of my balls was now the size Evan’s had been before he’d grown again last night, two ripe clementines. For perspective, they had only been the size of large goose eggs before he’d just finished fucking me now. I thought it wouldn’t get any more overwhelming when I felt them stop growing, but then the growth started.

Evan had been right. There aren’t words to truly articulate what it feels like. The best I can describe it is an orgasm throughout my entire body. A pressure that felt so good I nearly went unconscious as it rearranged my matter. I felt my body lengthen as I grew taller and all my muscles swell as new sinews were woven into my musculature. Every new cell added to my cock, pushing it longer and thicker, added a new flame to the pleasurable fire I was in. I was lost inside myself, unaware of anything happening in the outside world. I just wanted more. More, and more, and more. I would never not want this feeling. My body lengthened, thickened, and deepened indefinitely while I floated in the voidness of pleasure where time and space lost all meaning. “Clint”, I heard a voice yell. It was so loud it pierced into the void. “CLINT”, it yelled again, louder this time. I recognized the voice as Evan’s. He sounded worried. Why would he be worried? I felt an unpleasant feeling somewhere, then felt it again. The third time it hit I realized it was my cheek, and having that as an anchor brought me back to my body. I found my eyelids and fluttered them open. Evan’s worried face appeared in front of me. Relief washed over him as he saw me come awake. “Clint, can you hear me”, he asked. I nodded. “You’ve been unconscious and getting bigger, I slapped you i’m sorry I didn’t know what else to do”. I struggled to stay focused on him as I felt another wave of growth move through me, threatening to pull me back under. “Clint”, he said forcefully, patting my cheek, “stay with me”. He bent down and kissed me, and that jolted me fully back into my body. The sensory input of it grounded me. I lifted him off me, “I need to cum”, I said urgently, “it won’t stop until I do”. Understanding showed in his expression, and he quickly lifted me up as he lay down on his back. He scooted his ass so that it was brushing the head of my dick. Where his skin touched the head of it sent electric shocks up the shaft. Without much free will, I felt my hips thrust forward and shove my whole length inside him. He groaned in pleasure as well as pain as I forcefully entered him. “Sorry”, I gasped.

“It’s ok, just keep going”. I didn’t really have a choice it seemed. My body was fucking him out of pure instinct and a carnal drive. Another wave of growth washed over me, and I saw it happen this time. Saw my perspective shift a bit upward as I lengthened taller, saw my body become bigger with muscle and power, and felt myself go deeper inside Evan as I stretched him wider. It was intoxicating. Did I want this to stop? What if it didn’t stop? My thrusting started to falter as this new option presented itself. As much as I was dying to cum, I wanted this pleasure more. “Clint”, Evan said as he noticed he was losing me again. “Clint, keep going”, he ordered. He started moving up and down on my dick himself, clenching his hole to make it even tighter on me. I moaned in pleasure and felt the urge to cum begin to broil. “I want more”, I moaned. I wanted more first. I tried to will another growth spurt to happen. Urged the lightning inside my balls to pump me up one last time before I expelled it. I felt it begin to pour into me again. “Yes”, I moaned loudly, “make me bigger”, I begged. I began swelling right as I began cumming. The two sensations combined had me yelling from the intensity of the pleasure. After the last growth spurt ended I continued cumming for what felt like five continuous minutes before it ended. I lasted about 30 seconds after that before I passed out from exhaustion.

The next morning I woke up in a daze. “Oh, god”, I groaned as my head began to pound as I sat up. The first thing I noticed was that I was alone in my room. The second thing I noticed was my body. “Holy. Shit.”, I remarked in an awestruck tone as I stood up. Rejection was the first emotion that swept over me as I looked down at the body much higher off the floor than it was supposed to be. I looked up in the full-length mirror leaned against the wall and felt my jaw drop as far as it could go. I had grown much, much more than Evan had during his growth spurt. I wasn’t as tall as him, nor as muscled, but I was far off from the 5’7, average-built person I’d been yesterday. I ran a hand over my inflated pecs, cupping one and shaking it in lustful awe. I brought my arms up, my eyes glued to the glass as the muscles bunched up and peaked in response. I spun halfway around to get a look at my ass and back, both of which had also grown with muscle. My shock was silent until I looked down at my hard dick. “HOLY FUCK”, I yelled as the monster came into view. The sound of my voice carried further than I was used to. It was deeper. The sound of big feet walking on the floor preluded Evan opening the bedroom door and coming in. He was naked, which created a confusing mixture of horniness and distraught inside me. “Are you o-”, he began to say before seeing me stopped him short. “Holy fuck”, he echoed quietly. 

“Will you get the tape measurer”, I asked him in a stressed tone. He held it up.

“I’ve been carrying it around all morning waiting for you to wake up”. The feeling of his hand grabbing my cock sent a shiver through my body as that electric feeling started up again. “11 inches”, Evan said in disbelief. My dick used to go from 5 inches to 8 inches when it would get hard. If that math held up, then my soft dick was now 8 inches. “You’re 6 foot 1”, Evan said. I hadn’t even realized he’d been taking my height. I’d been too wrapped up in processing the growth of my cock. “6’1”, I repeated in a weak voice. 6 inches taller in one night. My head began to feel dizzy. Evan gripped me by the shoulders as I swayed. “Clint?”, he asked in a worried tone. 

“I need to sit down”, I said quietly. 

“Yeah of course”, he said as he gently helped me sit down on the bed. He sat beside me, wrapping his big arms around me. “I can’t imagine how disorienting and strange this must feel. I didn’t grow this much at once”, he said empathetically. 

“I’m so sorry”, I said as I felt tears well up in my eyes. They began streaming down my face before I could stop them. Evan’s face fell with horror as he saw the waterworks start. “For what”, he asked me, perplexed. 

“I made the growth go longer on purpose, and I was being so aggressive with you”, I blubbered. “Clint”, he said, putting his hands on my face. “One, the way you fucked me last night was unbelievably hot. I am not even a little bit sorry. And, two, there isn’t a guy on the planet who wouldn’t have gotten lost in the pleasure you were feeling. I made the growth go longer on purpose in the van, remember?”, he asked. I did remember, and so did my dick as I felt it throb harder. He wiped the tears off my face. “I should be the one apologizing”, he continued, “If what you said was right, then it was me who made you grow”. 

“You didn’t know, and, it’s not like I don’t look good”, I said, glancing back in the mirror. 

“You look amazing”, he corrected me as he rubbed a hand down my chest sensually. His dick began to inflate. The pounding in my head and dick began duking it out for what my next action would be. “I need to eat and take some ibuprofen first, “ I told him as the headache won out. “I already made breakfast”, he said, which was the hottest thing he’d said to me since this whole thing started. Some pre pooled at the tip of my dick. He bit the inside of his lip as he watched it run down the length of my shaft. “Come on”, he said in a strained voice as he stood up, “or we’ll never leave this room”. 

“We should talk about what’s happening before we fuck again”, Evan said as I chewed on a piece of bacon. We were both sitting at the little table in my kitchen. I nodded, “true”. 

“Also we should probably get dressed, what if Nick walks in?”, Evan worried. 

“He’s over at his girlfriend’s, he never comes home before noon after staying over at Natalie’s”, I said, dismissing his concern. I realized he’d come home, eventually, though, and a nervous feeling fluttered awake in my stomach. “How the hell am I supposed to explain this to him, to anyone?”, I said, looking to Evan in panic. He looked at me with some exasperation. 

“Yeah, I know”, he said gesturing to his hulking frame. 

“Right. Should we just run away?”, I asked in a half-joking, half-serious tone. 

“Where do you wanna go?”, he asked back. 

“Hmm. I feel like we’d do well in LA”. 

“Oh for sure, but why stay in America?”, he replied. 

“Italy?”, I ventured. He nodded fervently, about to respond when the sound of a key turning in the lock of the front door made us both stop short. 

“Is that-”, Even whispered to me before I interrupted him, 

“Get down”, I said as I fell sideways off my chair and hid behind the kitchen island. Evan followed my example, only crunching his massive frame down enough to be out of sight as Nick walked through the front door. “Please go straight to your room please go straight to your room”, I repeated helplessly in my head. His footsteps reached the point where he could either turn right, and head down the hall toward his room, or continue straight into the kitchen. He continued toward the kitchen. Me and Evan stared at each other with panicked eyes. Nick walked into view of us and gasped in fright as he took us in.

“Who the hell are yo-”, he started to ask, with a confused and shocked face, not even recognizing me at first, which then turned to disbelief as he realized who I was. “Clint?”, he asked in a confused tone. He then looked at Evan, and his eyes grew even wider. “Evan?!”, he asked as he took in all 6 foot 6 of him. “Yes Nick it’s us, calm down”, I said as we both slowly stood up, which was a mistake. He backed up from us as we rose to our full heights, hitting the kitchen counter behind him forcefully. “Calm down”, he sarcastically, and rhetorically asked back as his eyes moved quickly over our bodies and his brain grappled for a logical explanation that didn’t exist. “W-what the actual fuck”, he exclaimed in a voice grappled with a mixture of fear and a little awe. “We’re not going to hurt you”, Evan reassured him. A nervous, shaky laugh came from Nick in response. “Yeah ok, cool”, he responded. He tentatively stepped forward, his eyes rounding into dinner plates as he saw our bodies up close. “Am I dreaming orr…”, he trailed off as he took us in. 

“You’re awake, and-”, I stopped as he placed a hand on my chest and began feeling it up.”Oh, yeah ok, go head”, I permitted as his hands traveled over my chest, arms, and then my legs. It was a little weird having my roommate running his hands over me like that. It didn’t feel sexual though, more like how a car guy would inspect a top-of-the-line Ferrari if he came home to find it sitting in his kitchen. The shocked expression on his face increased in intensity when he moved his hands over to Evan and inspected his muscles. “Unreal”, Nick murmured to himself in disbelief. Evan looked at me in confusion, mouthing “Is he gay?”. I shrugged my shoulders. “All right!”, Nick said enthusiastically as he walked back to stand in front of us. “I’m ready”. We both stared at him mutely for a few seconds. 

“For what?”, I questioned. He gestured to our bodies. 

“For you to show me whatever crazy fucking shit you both took”. 

“Oh. We didn’t take anything”, I answered honestly. 

“No drugs?”, he asked. 

“No drugs”, Evan confirmed. 

“Wow. Ok, so what then?”, he probed. 

“It just happened”, I said. The smile on Nick’s face fell a bit. 

“It just happened?”, he repeated back as a question in a skeptical voice. 

“Yeah”, I said, my voice sounding a bit too innocent. 

“Are you serious?”, he asked, anger flushing his tone and face. 

“Yeah”, I responded, confused about why he was upset. 

“Man fuck you”, he said, the anger veering on hostility now. 

“You’re angry?”, I asked incredulously. 

“Of course, I’m fucking angry! I’ve been bodybuilding consistently for four years now, and you two, some of my closest friends, have something that duplicated and, exceeded”, he said, gesturing to Evan, “that progress in one night, and you’re gonna gatekeep it?”, he said in a raised, hurt voice. 

“We really don’t know for sure what caused this”, Evan assured him. 

“Bullshit. You must have some idea”, he responded flatly. 

“Evan shot me a look that I returned.

“Yeah, see, you do. Tell me”, Nick demanded. 

“You’re not going to believe us”, I replied. 

“Dude, you could tell me aliens abducted you and I’d believe it because nothing rational on Earth explains this”, he said, gesturing to our muscles, “and definitely not those”, he said, pointing to our dicks. I sighed. “Ok, let us get some clothes on, and-”, 

“Fuck clothes, just tell me”, Nick interrupted me. I stared at him, raising an eyebrow at my straight roommate. “Oh? You like what you see”, I asked in a flirty tone. 

“Fuck off. Of course I do. If a painter was presented with two of the most gorgeous pieces of work ever made he’d wanna stare at them, doesn’t mean he wants to put his dick in them”. I laughed at the analogy and then told him the story. 

We all sat on the living room couch as I explained. He listened quietly the whole time I talked, but I could tell by his expression that growing from gay sex had not been one of the scenarios he’d had in mind for what had made us look like this. 

“So, you’re telling me that Evan’s got magic jizz that makes guys grow when he fucks them”, he said in an incredulous tone after I’d finished. 

“Told you you wouldn’t believe us’. 

“No, I believe you”, he replied.

“You do?”, I asked skeptically. 

“It’s a lot to process, but it’s kind of hard to refute it with the proof in right front of me. I knew it’d be something weird. I wasn’t expecting it to involve anal, though”. 

“Well, we don’t know for sure yet”, I said, “We’d need to test the theory and-”, I stopped as he stood up. “What’re you doing?”, I asked. 

“Did I ever tell you my middle name is guinea pig?”, he asked us as he threw down his gym bag.

“Your middle name is Allen”, I repeated back, confused until he started to take his shirt off, and his bad joke made sense. 

“What? Are you serious?”, I asked in an incredulous tone. 

“Yeah! Test the theory out on me!”, he said brightly. 

“Uh, no. Nick that’s not happening”, I responded. 

“You bet your freshly grown ass it’s happening”, Nick responded as he threw his shirt to the ground. I started to protest, but he immediately interrupted me, “The way I see it is this. One”, he said, holding one finger up, “you two need to figure out why this is happening because if you’re wrong about this being it, you could grow more and not be able to control it. And Evan, you’re already too big to explain away to anyone, so you need to figure this out. And, TWO”, he said, loudly, to interrupt me again from protesting, while raising his middle finger to join his index finger, “you’re delusional if you think I’m just going to watch you both strut around with more muscle than me after I’ve put like I said, FOUR YEARS”, he loudly enunciated, lifting his ring and pinky fingers to join the other raised two to show us what four looked like, “of my life into trying to achieve what you both got from magic jizz and car sex”. 

“You’re straight”, I argued. He shrugged his shoulders. 

“Doubt there’d be a straight man on Earth who wouldn’t want to jump on a dick if it made them look like you two”, he responded. 

“Well you can’t force us to have sex with you”, I shot back. 

“I wasn’t going to force you”, he refuted me in a sarcastic tone, “obviously if you say no it’s no, but, are you telling me this doesn’t do it for you?”, he asked, looking at Evan as he kicked his sweat pants off and stood just in his jock strap. I grappled with my lust as Nick started posing for us, showcasing the carefully sculpted physique he’d invested hours and hours into. “You don’t wanna piece of this ass”, he asked as he turned around and slapped his muscular bubble butt. He turned around to see that both of us were hard. “That’s what I thought”, he said smugly as he hooked his fingers through the straps of the jock and slid them down his meaty thighs, freeing his large, thick cock. It was soft, but already looked to be around 6 inches long, with two bull balls to match. “You know you like this big fucking dick”, he said as he stepped closer to us, sliding his shaft through his hands as it began to inflate. “And these huge fucking balls”, he said as he stroked them, still walking toward us slowly. He moaned softly, his head falling back from the feeling as he played with them. “These bloated balls just full of fucking cum and testosterone”, he moaned. He was right in front of Evan now, with only a few inches separating them. “Now imagine all this bigger”, he said softly to Evan as he grabbed his hand and guided it to stoke his ridged stomach, moving it down until it gripped around his now fully hard cock. Evan moaned, despite himself, as a drop of pre pooled at the tip of the gargantuan head of his footlong cock. “On your knees, now”, Nick commanded in that same soft, gentle tone. Evan immediately dropped down, helpless to the spell Nick had us both under. Evan had 5 inches of height and tens of pounds of muscle on Nick, but that didn’t matter. Nick was in complete control. “Good boy”, he praised Evan. “Now blow me up”, he ordered. 

It felt like there was a gas leak from the way my logic and rational thinking were obliterated. I saw Evan and my hot, “straight” roommate passionately making out and any valid reasons I’d had to not experiment with this were out the window. “Come over here”, Nick said, turning to look at me as Evan sucked on his neck. I hesitated, the last shreds of my rational brain screaming at me to maintain some normalcy. Maintain some roommate etiquette.” I know you’ve wanted me since you met me”, Nick said, “It’s ok”, he reassured me, reaching his hand out for me. He had me there. I’d had a small crush on him since the first time I saw him in just a towel getting out of the shower. My feet began walking toward him on their own accord. The second I got within range of his fingers they latched onto my shirt, pulling me forward and down so he could crush his lips to mine. He was an amazing kisser. Dominating, but not in an aggressive way. He didn’t need to prove that he was the dominant one among the three of us, because we all knew it. He was in control as he slid his tongue along the inside of my lower lip and guided my mouth along his, and I wasn’t putting up a fight. “Fuck”, Nick said, gripping the back of Evan’s hair as Evan licked and sucked on one of his nipples while I ran my hands down his strong, wide back. “I like this more than I thought I would”, he panted as he drank in my and Evan’s augmented bodies. He grabbed Evan’s dripping cock, running his hands up and down the slick shaft, causing Evan to moan. “I need that inside me”, Nick said in a voice riddled with lust, as well as some conflicted surprise as he pushed Evan down on his back. He put the tip of Evan’s dick against his hole, causing Evan to moan again in need. I secretly expected Nick to bail once he tried putting Evan inside him because a virgin ass doesn’t just jump on a 12-inch dick, but once the first few inches slid in Nick surprised us both by sliding all the down so his muscular ass was resting on Evan’s hips. 

“Holy fuck”, Nick gasped in surprise and pleasure, writhing as he felt all of Evan throbbing inside him. His dick started leaking pre onto Evan’s abs. “Holy fucking shit this feels incredible”, Nick groaned as Evan placed his hands on Nick’s hips and started slowly thrusting in and out of him. I got next to them both, running my hands and tongue over both their bodies as they fucked. I began kissing Evan passionately, but before long Nick forcefully grabbed my hair, pulling me off Evan’s lips as he crushed his back on mine. “You look so fucking hot right now”, I said to him. He couldn’t even reply because of how lost he was in intense pleasure. Evan’s breathing was becoming uneven, and I knew that he was getting close. “I’m gonna cum”, Evan moaned as he sped up his thrusting. Nick’s face broke from the stupor, becoming calculated. “Not yet”, he ordered. Evan clenched his teeth, his face flushing even more with the exertion it took to hold back from climaxing. Nick hopped off his dick, causing Evan to groan in sexual frustration. “Why not”, Evan asked with labored breathing. 

“I want you cumming as much as possible, so you’re going to edge for a bit”, Nick responded. 

I remembered what had happened the last time Evan went without cumming. “That’s not a good idea”, I warned Nick. He ignored the caution and started sliding his ass up and down Evan’s dick while he played with Evan’s nipples. “God you’re so fucking huge. It’s got me so hard”, Nick complimented Evan. 

Evan moaned and whimpered, his dick shooting pre all over his chest and stomach from the combined stimulus of Nick’s hands and the compliments from his mouth. “Come on”, Nick said, inviting me to join back in. I was torn, the part of my brain replaying images of Evan swelling in the back of his van at war with how much I loved edging, and how hot Evan looked all riled up as he was right now. Evan turned to look up at me, his eyes pleading with a need for me as his back arched and fell with need, and I broke. I let myself be pulled into the current of their energy and lost myself in it. Evan moaned and begged us to let him cum, but the more tortured with pleasure he looked, the more I wanted to egg him on. As his balls began to slowly inflate larger and larger, Nick would pull me into him, or pull my cock into his mouth to distract me from the potential consequences. For someone who had never sucked a dick before, Nick had good technique. He’d pull me to the edge, cum brimming on the edge in me, and then ease off to prolong the moment. I was so lost in the pleasure as he worked my dick, my head rolled back in ecstasy, that I didn’t hear Evan when he said something to me. “What”, I asked, half coherent. “It’s too much!”, he said in an urgent tone. I opened my eyes to see that his face was beginning to flush familiarly. That broke the spell. 

“Oh god”, I said as Evan’s breathing began to speed up. “Ok edgings over, hop back on that dick”, I said to Nick. 

“No way man, you got a double dosage from him before you grew. I need him as full as possible”, Nick responded as he took Evan’s gargantuan cock into his mouth as best he could and began sucking on it. Every muscle in Evan’s body flexed as he whimpered, throwing his head back in torturous pleasure. “Clint”, Evan choked out as a plea as every vein on his body stood out, like a roided-up bodybuilder. “Nick this could get out of hand fast”, I said, putting more authority behind my voice this time. He popped Evan’s dick out of his mouth and looked at Evan’s two giant balls slowly still growing larger. “Fuck yeah, fill up”, Nick encouraged Evan as he began licking and sucking on the growing sack. “Fu-u-uck”, Evan groaned. His body heaving as he took fast, deep breaths that were increasing even more in speed. “Nick!”, I said, my voice raising in panic “enough, man!”. 

“Dude chill out”, he said, dismissing my stress, “I won’t let it get out of control”. 

“It’s about to get out of contro—”, I began to say, but Evan interrupted with me with a yell. We both turned to him in alarm as he jumped in size, growing what looked several inches taller in seconds as his muscles ballooned with weight. His footlong cock surged up several inches in length as well as girth. Nick and I looked on in awe, unable to even react with how shocked we were. “Make. me. cum”, Evan panted, and then his whole body shuddered, “UUUUUUGH, NOW!”, he yelled as, again, his whole body swelled with size at an alarming rate. I snapped out of my stupor. “Go! Before he grows through the house!”, I said to Nick as I pushed him forward. Evan’s hips thrusted his, what looked to be now a 14-inch, cock straight up into Nick as soon as his hole was positioned over it. “AUGH, FUCK”, Nick groaned in pleasure mixed with pain as Nick mercilessly used him like a sex toy. “This is your fault, so shut up and take it”, Nick growled, not batting an eye at Nick’s wordless protests. I was hard and dripping at seeing this side of Evan. He was being more aggressive and dominant than he’d been with me the two times we’d fucked. He’d taken control from Nick easily once he tried. And I was into it. Also jealous, apparently—the feeling coiled and writhed angrily in the pit of my stomach, like a possessive, gay snake. I wished it was me being fucked like that right now. I had to right the urge to fling Nick off him. “FUCK”, Evan bellowed as he swelled in size again, growing what had to be closer to eight feet tall, inches and pounds of mass slamming onto his frame. The hilt of his shaft, shoved up Nick, ballooning in both girth and, judging from the sounds coming from Nick, length. I was starting to worry he’d crash through the floor before he came, but then Evan threw his head back, eyes rolling up as he began unloading into Nick. “Jesus”, Nick gasped as Evan spewed profusely into him. Jizz erupted from me in long arcs just from watching Evan’s massive cock contract and mercilessly pump Nick full. It went on for about 5 minutes until, finally, Evan spewed himself dry. 

We all said nothing for a bit as we recovered, until, finally, Nick started laughing. Evan and I looked at him, questioning his sanity. “That was fucking surreal”, Nick choked out as he laughed. “Is that what’ll happen to me”, he asked, excitedly. 

“Yeah, you little shit”, Evan answered in a voice deeper than it had been 30 minutes ago. 

“Are you mad at me”, Nick asked, sounding a little guilty. Evan stood up, the hair on top of his head brushing the ceiling as he straightened fully up. “No I’m not mad, this is great”, he said sarcastically. “Who cares if you fit in the house, you look like a god man”, Nick said. I was at a loss for words as I looked on at Evan. I walked up to him, barely coming eye level with his upper abdomen now. “Are you ok?”, I asked him. He smiled down at me, Apollo incarnate. “Yeah I’m just teasing him”, he reassured me. I ran my hands over his now even larger chest in awe, causing him to shudder. His dick, which had only gotten to a half-soft state, began to re-inflate. “Round two?”, I asked him. He raised his eyebrows, 

“You don’t wanna watch me fuck Nick again?”, he asked me, tauntingly. He must’ve seen my expression. He knew I’d been jealous. Knowing he was goading me on purpose only made me feel worse, though. “Fuck you”, I shot back, tears welling up in my eyes. I was mortified, but couldn’t stop them. All traces of taunting drained from his face, leaving only him looking horrified. He got down on his knees, but he was still taller than me. I was eye-level with his shoulders now. “I’m sorry”, he said sincerely. “I thought you were into me and Nick fooling around.” 

“I was”, I said, “I’m sorry. I’m just being silly”. 

“It’s not silly”. 

“It is”, I said, laughing to brush it off, “it’s not like you’re mine. We never said we were excl-”, 

“I’m yours.”, he said, interrupting me. I studied his face. 

“You really mean that.”, I said, shocked. He rolled his eyes. 

“Let me clear this up, and I will only say this once because this is not something you ever have to doubt”. He pulled me closer to him, putting his hands around mine. “These hands are yours”, he murmured to me. He leaned in close, softly, lightly touching his lips to mine. “These lips are yours”, he said, whispering the words against mine. “This body is yours”, he said as I ran my hands around his waist, causing him to shudder. He held eye contact with me though, making sure I heard every word. “I am yours.”, he said, passion burning behind his eyes.” It isn’t something I have a choice in, no more than I have a choice in being under gravity”. It clicked, then, how much he meant it. This whole time, while I’d been falling for him, sure that he’d move on from me eventually, he’d been falling the same way. I understood exactly what he meant, and how he described it as a force he simply existed under. A simple truth. What goes up comes down. He was mine. I was really in danger of sobbing now. 

“Are you mine?”, he asked, doubt touching his voice for a second. I couldn’t fathom that he would need reassurance, but then I realized that idolizing him so much caused me to disregard his feelings. “There’s no question”, I assured him, and, as our lips met, I felt something serious cement between us. 

“That was romantic as fuck”, Nick said, breaking the mood of the moment. We pulled apart, both looking over at him. “Oops, sorry”, he said. 

“It’s ok”, I laughed, “how do you feel?”

“Well, I feel bi-curious.”, he said, causing me and Evan to burst into laughter. 

“It’s not funny! I’m having a crisis here”, Nick said in an angry tone. “Stop laughing!”. 

“Uh oh now he’s bi-furious”, Evan said, causing me to fall backward, clutching my stomach in laughter. Nick tried to look angry, but Evan’s joke broke him. He started laughing with us. “Yeah well, it’s not exactly fair. There isn’t a straight man on the planet who wouldn’t go into a bi-panic looking at you”, he said gesturing to Evan, causing him to blush.

“So, how long does this take to get going?”, he asked as he grabbed his balls and inspected them for any signs of growth. “It happened pretty quickly for me”, I responded.

We waited for signs he’d start experiencing what I had gone through, but after an hour had passed with nothing to show, we all began to doubt. 

“Well this blows”, Nick complained. 

“Maybe we were wrong about what’s causing this to happen”, Evan mused.

“Not necessarily”, I said, “it didn’t happen for me until later the next day after you and I first hooked up”. 

“But he got much more, um-”, Nick tailed off, unsure how to phrase it. 

“Cum”, Nick said, filling in the blank, “You filled me up like a fire hydrant”. 

“Uh, yeah”, Evan said, a hint of pride in his tone. I understood what he meant. 

“Oh. Yeah, if it was the “Magic Jizz Theory”, making us grow…”, I trailed off. 

“Well, I can’t wait any longer”, Nick sighed as he stood up, “I gotta go back to Natalie’s. We’re leaving in a few hours to go to a wedding of a friend of ours”. 

“What?”, I asked in a shocked tone. “You can’t be serious.”. 

“I don’t think anything’s happening, I don’t feel anything”, he said in a bummed tone. “And I’m not gonna bail, the groom is one of my closest friends “. I ran a hand through my hair in stress. 

“What were you going to do if it had worked?”, I asked, “Show up to the wedding inexplicably bigger?”. 

“Dude, being rational or thinking ahead was the last thing on my mind when I got home and saw you two”, he responded. I couldn’t judge him there. Me and Evan’s decisions had been anything but fully rational the last couple of days, muddled by lust as they had been. Now that the cloud of horniness had cleared, I realized that my, presumably straight—now possibly bi—roommate/close friend for two years and I had just had a three-way together. What were we now? You don’t just go back to being platonic friends on opposite sides of the sexual spectrum after doing something like that together. 

“Well, I’m sorry it didn’t work”, Evan said. 

“S’ok”, Nick said. “Honestly, now that my head is clearer I’m glad it didn’t. Who knows what would’ve happened to me if I’d been dosed with that much and it was what was making you grow. It could’ve gotten out of control fast”, Nick said. A mental image of him the size of the apartment building popped into my head. An unrealistic size to be, but also, undeniably hot. 

“If we figure it out, we’ll let you know”, I said. 

“When you figure it out”, Nick enunciated, stressing the when. “I’m sorry I pushed you into growing so much bigger”, Nick said, looking at Evan, “because you two need to figure this out asap. This can’t keep going on”, he said, looking up at something above Evan. I followed his gaze, seeing that we were looking at the top hairs on Evan’s head that were brushing the ceiling—our 8-foot ceiling. A bit of panic set in me because he was right. Evan was only barely passable as a kind of normal human now. He was at the top of the percentile, but some NBA players were within the 7-foot range also. He was shocking, but he could still live a life as a member of society. If he got even a few inches taller, though… 

Me and Evan exchanged a worried-filled look. 

“You’ll figure it out though”, Nick said, clapping me on the shoulder as he always had. It felt normal and gave me hope that any normalcy in the relationship wasn’t shredded. “And, man, when you do, you guys are gonna be the richest people on the planet”. 

“What do you mean”, I asked. 

“You guys have something lots of people would sell their souls for”, he said as he walked out the door. He’d meant it as a reassuring, fun comment, it had only added an eerie quality to the situation, though. I looked at Evan, wondering if he’d been touched by something powerful. Something not human. 

“Well”, I said, eager to break the depressing vibe, “we know one thing for sure at least”. 

“What’s that”, Evan said, sounding a little stressed, eager for some control over the situation. 

“You grow when you don’t cum often enough”, I said. “So, back to what you were saying”, I coaxed him. He grinned, blushing a little. 

“I got carried away, sorry if that was corny. I read a lot of Jane Austin as a kid”. 

I shook my head, reeling with how much hotter that made him.”Don’t apologize. Want me to call you Mr. Darcy?”, I asked, teasing. 

“Oh shut up”, he said good-naturedly. “I meant it though”, he said, suddenly serious again. His eyes brooding with that intense passion again. “I’m yours, however, you want me”. I marveled for a second at what a 180 spin my life had done in just a couple of days. How this gorgeous giant was as tied up in me as I was to him. I was starting to re-think my opinion on soul mates. 

“Any way I want you?”, I challenged. He nodded. 

“How would you like me?”, he asked. 

I thought about it for a second. “Back on your knees, for a start”, I replied. 

He fell to them at once, shaking the floor and surely pissing off the downstairs neighbors in the process. They probably thought we were moving furniture. I stared up at his eager, freckled face, resembling dots of sand surrounding the expansive, ocean-blue color of his eyes. He had always been beautiful like an ocean to me. Broad, deep, and thick. At one point in my life something that was distant and elusive, unreachable, and now something I was fully and irrevocably submerged in. I traced the outline of the huge muscles on his arms, my fingers following up the skin to his massive, round shoulders. He shuddered, all that power and strength waiting for my next words of what I wanted from it. 

How strange a sensation it was to influence something so immovable. This must be how it feels to have the tide fall in love with you, I thought to myself, as its currents tenderly wrapped around my body, pulling me back into its expanse. 

Nick, first growth:

(Nicks Perspective)

You wanna know what it’s like having the perceptions of your sexuality, who you are, and how the world works shattered all in the same day? It’s weird. 

I drove, barely registering what was in front of me on the road as my mind replayed and processed everything that had just happened. My skin prickled with the memories, meaning that as I remembered things, like Evan’s tight hands wrapped around my waist, the ghost of the sensations followed where his fingers had. I sighed as I parked and got out of my car. “You didn’t do anything wrong”, I said to myself. But that wasn’t the problem. Me and my girlfriend had an open relationship. The problem was that it’s a lot to process that your roommate and his giant boyfriend are growing at an inhuman rate and that you’re bisexual all at the same time. Although, the bisexual part was easier to swallow. I guess I’ve just never known because my type of guy isn’t very common, I thought to myself wryly, or shouldn’t even exist really, I tacked on, thinking of Evan’s inhuman stature and size. Clint’s muscles that would take genetics, roids, and years to build. Maybe not even achievable then, as time or your liver would likely take you out first. Jealousy and longing ached in my chest as I recalled their muscles. I looked down at my own bulging, ripped frame, feeling inadequate. I knew I was being silly. I had put years of thought, care, and work into building the muscles I had now, and it showed. I was fucking hot. I didn’t want to take these feelings with me into Natalie’s house. 

Shake it off, I thought to myself. Enjoy your girlfriend. Enjoy your friend’s wedding. Put James and his Giant Peach out of your mind for now, I thought, smiling at my joke. It was easier than I thought it’d be to forget about it once I walked into Natalie’s apartment. 

She was in front of a full-length mirror getting ready. She turned around to the sound of me walking in, flashing me the warm smile that always made my insides turn mushy. “How do I look”, she asked as I walked over to her. I appraised the stunning dress she wore. My dick twitched in my dress pants from the way it hugged her body in all the right ways. I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Drop-dead gorgeous, but what else is new?”. She smiled and blushed, the color tinging her cheeks a pretty pink. Without conscious thought, my hands wrapped around her waist, pulling our torsos together. A low groan rumbled in my throat as the feeling of her body pressing against my dick sent a ripple of pleasure through me. Her breathing hitched and then sped up a bit as she began to catch on to my mood. She brought her lips to mine, and it lit my entire body on fire like an ember hitting dry grass. All 8 and a half inches of my dick were engulfed in the heat as it grew to its full length. We broke apart, coming up for air, both of us breathless from the intensity of the moment. The need in my eyes mirrored hers. She held up her wrist, looked at her watch, and then sighed forlornly. “We need to go, or we’ll be late”. She bit her lip as she looked back to me, though, her resolve shaking as she saw the hungry look on my face. “Well, maybe if we’re quick”, she amended. I wanted to say yes so badly, but through herculean effort, I shook my head. My thoughts were barely coherent from the wave of lust gripping me. I knew if I gave in now, we wouldn’t be going to the wedding at all. Also, being as I am one of the groomsmen, I don’t think my friend Charlie, the groom, would take it well if I bailed. “No, you’re right, and I don’t want to be late”. She nodded, resigned. “I’d rather wait anyway because what I have in mind won’t be quick”, I said as I slid my hands off her waist.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that, or we’re never leaving”, she said as she marched past me and out the door with determination. I followed her example, hoping my hormones would calm the fuck down soon. 

But they didn’t. Even thirty minutes later, after we’d arrived at the venue, my dick was still raring to go despite my best efforts. I’d tried everything: thinking gross thoughts, flexing my legs to redirect blood flow, ignoring it, screaming “go the fuck down” over and over in my head, and nothing had worked. Luckily, my dress pants were fashionably loose, so it wasn’t obscenely obvious. Still, I’m an endowed guy, with large, muscular legs, so, it was obvious enough to be embarrassing for me. I swung my arms up above me as I got out of the car, getting a good stretch in after sitting so long when a feeling in my crotch area made me look down and gasp. “You ok?”, Natalie asked, concerned. 

“Y-yeah”, I said, “almost had a trolly horse”, I lied, lamely. The truth is, for half a second, I had thought I was pissing my pants. A weird, warm trickling sensation has started in my groin area, and my brain only had one possible answer for which bodily function associates with that. Thankfully, I was not pissing my pants, and the sheer fear I’d felt at that moment had been enough to deflate my dick some. Not all the way, but half a boner is better than a whole boner. It immediately re-inflated as soon as Natalie took my hand as we walked into the wedding hall, though. 

What the fuck is wrong with me today, I thought to myself, it’s like I’m 16 and can’t control my hormones. We said hello and hugged the bride and groom’s respective families while I tried to nonchalantly angle my hips back so that nobody’s Aunt or Uncle felt the outline of my hard dick pressing against them. The slowly-peeing-your-pants sensation continued, which if you’ve never experienced that before, is not a pleasant thing to be feeling. Especially as you’re hugging someone’s extended family. I tried my best to ignore it, but an increasingly tight feeling in my pants was making it harder to do so. 

Natalie gave my hand a tender squeeze before leaving to go be with the other bridesmaids, and I could barely give her a normal smile from how freaked out I was starting to get. I think she could tell because her returning smile looked confused from whatever emotion I’d been unable to hide. Soon as she was out of sight I hauled ass to the bathroom, went into a stall, and pulled down my pants to confront whatever the fuck was happening down there. My dick, which had been tucked to the side, sprang upward angrily. I sighed in relief as I saw there was no piss. The relief was short-lived, however, as I saw that I still had a problem. My dick was harder than I’d ever seen it before in my life and showed no signs of going down anytime soon. It was also extremely sensitive. The feeling of just the air hitting it as it was freed from my underwear caused a wave of pleasure to roll through it. The warm, trickling sensation radiating throughout my balls increased in intensity a bit from the stimulation. They each felt heavy like a week’s worth of cum was pent up in there. Normally, jerking off in the bathroom stall of a wedding venue is not something I’d be doing, but, you know, desperate times and all that. 

I spit in my hand and slicked up the shaft, shuddering as my touch sent electric volts up and down it. I started going at it, furious to spew whatever I needed to spew so I could get out and be a normal person at this wedding. I was hornier than I’d ever been in my life, and even though I was using spit as lube in a bathroom, jerking off had never felt so good. 

So why couldn’t I finish? 

It felt like I was constantly on the edge of orgasming, but couldn’t make it over the tipping point for some reason. It felt amazing but incomplete, and all it did was make me hornier. After probably 10 minutes of giving it my all I let go of my dick and groaned in frustration. My balls ached, feeling even fuller than when I’d started, and looked like they’d swelled larger too. How the fuck am I this full, I asked myself, after I came more than I ever have before from Evan fucking me not even two hours ago?

Remembering Evan, and all that had happened earlier today with him, made it all click into place. I felt dumb for not realizing sooner what was happening. The trickling sensation made sense now. I watched in fascination, lust, and horror as both my balls swelled a little larger in my hand. As Evan’s cum swelled them a little larger. 

Evan and Clint’s “Magic Jizz Theory” had been right. I was in the early stages of growing. 

It was freaky knowing that the cum sloshing around in my balls was somebody else’s. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on as well. 

A whirlwind of emotions spun in me as I tried to figure out what to do. Do I leave? Do I stay? Maybe I could make it through the ceremony, but what if I started growing in front of everyone like Evan had? How large were my balls going to get? Evan had erupted in me like a geyser, so if all that was making its way into them, they had a long way to go. How long did I have until I started growing taller and larger?

My panicked deliberation was interrupted as two things happened simultaneously. The first growth spurt hit me as I heard the bathroom door open and a male voice call, “Nick? You in here?”. 

The growth was like a flash of lightning—quick, intense, and hot. All at once every part of my body felt like it was orgasming, and I felt myself—my muscles, spine, and dick—swell ever so slightly larger and longer. It was over in less than five seconds but had felt so good a moan escaped me. 

“Nick?”, the voice called again, “that you?”. I recognized it as Sam, another one of the groomsmen, and a friend of mine from college. 

“Sam, yeah I’m here”, I managed to get out as another micro growth spurt washed over me. I managed to stifle the moan this time as I felt the fabric of my shirt and pants shift as my body suddenly took up a little more space within them.

“You good man?”, Sam asked, “Charlie sent me to check on you”. I looked down helplessly at my pulsing, slightly larger dick. If what Clint had said was true, and so far it seemed like it was, then I wouldn’t be able to cum until I fucked someone. I didn’t know what to do, but Sam was waiting for a response, so I made a snap decision. I flushed the toilet and used the sound to cover the noises of me forcefully pulling my pants up and shoving my dick and bloated balls into them. The bulge was noticeable, but whatever. I would stand with my hands clasped in front of me, and nobody would see. I was growing so slowly that nobody would notice. I probably had time before it would be obvious. It’d be fine. 

It’ll be fine, I told myself as I exited the stall. 

Sam came into view as I came out, looking worried for my well-being. 

“Yeah I’m good”, I reassured him, smiling at him. “Thought I was coming down with something, but false alarm”. He looked appeased by my answer. 

“Oh good”, he said, relieved.

I glanced casually up at my reflection as I washed my hands. I knew I was a bit bigger, so I noticed the subtle changes in my body, but nobody else would. Except maybe Natalie. Thinking about Natalie was a mistake. My hormone-riddled brain brought up the kiss we’d had before we left, and my dick throbbed angrily in response, hungry for what would have followed if we’d continued. I put it out of my head, or at least pretended it was as I turned around and bro-hugged Sam. We talked casually as I followed him to the room where the rest of the groomsmen were staying until the ceremony. I found myself checking him out in a way I wouldn’t have before today. Suddenly, I couldn’t stop my eyes from drifting down to stare at his butt, or the nape of his neck, or the way his lips moved as he spoke. The churning in my balls had picked up a bit, it felt like, just from being near him. It was like I could smell the male hormones coming off of him, and it was increasing my production of mine in response. I realized too late that I had unconsciously leaned into his personal space as the smell caught me off guard. Our faces were much too close for a platonic conversion between friends. “Oh sorry”, I said as I pulled back, mortified. Sam didn’t look creeped out, as he should’ve, though. He had leaned in closer also, his eyes seemingly in a trance. He blinked a few times, seeming to come out of it once I pulled back. “For what?”, he asked good-naturedly. “Um, never mind”, I said, because what else was I supposed to say? What the hell was happening to me? Clint never mentioned being able to smell someone’s pheromones. 

I walked into the room where the rest of the guys were, and immediately the smell of testosterone hit me like a freight train. The concentrated pheromones of the four guys in here drifted like a haze, getting me drunk off it. I felt the bulge in my pants visibly increase in size as my balls bloated larger, more of Evan’s cum churning into them from the smell. I felt pre leak out of me in response. I’d never felt the need to cum so badly in my entire life. It was so tangible I could taste it in my mouth. I could taste all of them in my mouth, and it was about to get worse. They all smiled and walked over to greet me. Giving me hugs and pats on the back, and as they all gathered around me the electric feeling in my balls went into overdrive. There was probably enough testosterone circulating in my body right now to stop my heart if my body had been behaving like a normal human’s body. 

Charlie, the groom, and one of my closest friends came up last to hug me. “Hey man, it’s good to see you”, he greeted me. “I was starting to worry you were sick”. I’m forever impressed with myself that I was still able to hold a conversation with what I was feeling at that moment. 

“Nah I’m ok”, I said. I noticed that he had left his hand on my shoulder as he pulled out of the hug. 

“Good, because you’re not allowed to be sick on my wedding day”, he teased. He squeezed my shoulder, “Damn man, you’re feeling solid. You been hitting the gym even harder lately?”, he asked. The feeling of him squeezing my shoulder radiated pleasure throughout my whole body. 

“Yeah, been putting in the work lately”, I said, which wasn’t a lie. Taking Evan’s dick had been work. I stared at his face like I’d never seen it truly before. His dark green eyes had my thoughts scrambling. He’d always been a good-looking guy, but that had never been something I was interested in like this before. Charlie’s face seemed to go into that same trance-like state, as Sam had, as he held eye contact. I was hyper-aware of all the other guys still around me. They had all drawn in just a little too close to me, making us look like we were in some kind of huddle. I looked around and saw that they all had that same glassy-eye look as Charlie. The heat radiating off all the bodies mixed with Charlie’s hand, still on my shoulder, was making my brain feel like it was short-circuiting. I know it sounds crazy, but I swear I could feel all the guys around me start to get hard. I could feel their hormones spike as they became aroused from smelling what I was putting out. The electric feeling in my balls peaked, and without warning another growth spurt hit me. I groaned as it rolled through me, swelling me larger and taller. It was stronger than the last two, lasting about 10 seconds this time instead of five, so the changes were also more noticeable. Charlie’s hand, still on my shoulder, rose as the shoulder it was on rose half an inch taller. The outline of my chest became more pronounced as my pecs swelled forward with muscle. My back pulled the shirt tauter against those pecs as more fabric of the shirt was now required to span its increased width. And basically, the same thing happened everywhere else. My arms bunched up larger. The tightness of my pants in my groin area became worse as my swelling ass demanded more of the pants fabric pull backward. The outline of my hard cock, pushed to the side, swelled closer to my hip as it extended what looked like at least half an inch longer. The growth had to have been obvious to everyone standing around me, especially with how close they all were. If they had noticed it, though, nobody reacted or said anything. The trickling sensation in my balls was more of a flowing sensation now as they swelled with more of Evan’s cum, and the need for release became so palpable that I was shaking. My eyes traveled down to Charlie’s waist, and my hands itched to wrap around it. As my arousal roared higher I could feel the effect on the rest of the guys around me. Other hands were on my body now besides just Charlie’s. A few were even caressing me. I closed my eyes as I tried to keep my head on, but I was teetering on an edge that felt more precarious by the second. I wanted to fuck these guys. And why shouldn’t I? I could feel how badly they wanted me to fuck them. They would do anything I wanted. Their mouths were watering at just the idea of my cock. They loved how huge they were, and I could grow them even bigger for them. I could grow out of these clothes, and leave them in shreds on the floor. The energy in my balls crackled eagerly, demanding that I go along with this plan, aching as they steadily swelled larger with cum. My now larger cock throbbed incessantly, begging for something to release all of what it was being required to hold back into someone. I opened my eyes and found Charlie had moved closer to me, his face inches from mine. He murmured to me, “God man, I don’t think I’ve ever realized how hot you are”, and my will crumbled. I was doing this. I was fucking all their brains out. Sara, Charlie’s fiancé, would have to postpone the wedding. Hell, she could join if she wanted. I’d fuck her brains out too. No wedding anymore, just a giant orgy. I started to lean in, to crush my lips to Charlie’s, and start this plan when the sound of the door to the room opening loudly caused us all to come out of the spell we were in. Me and Charlie jerked away from each other, as did all the hands on my body. 

A woman poked her head in. She looked professional, had a clipboard, and was wearing an earpiece, so my guess was she was the wedding planner. “5 minutes until I need you all outside and ready to walk. You all look so handsome!”, she chirped in a way that was both light-hearted and stern. She left, closing the door behind us. 

It was silent for half a beat as I watched Charlie blink rapidly, and then he gave an uncomfortable laugh. “Sorry man, spaced out there for a minute”. The other guys all mumbled the same thing. They’d spaced out. 

Did you though? I thought to myself. Charlie didn’t look like he had no idea what had almost just happened between us. He looked very aware of it. But all I said in response was, 

“You’re good man, let’s get you to that alter”, followed by a nervous laugh. 

I let Charlie and the rest of them walk ahead of me so I could collect my thoughts. As they walked out they wore nervous, confused expressions. Some of them trying to adjust their pants nonchalantly. Charlie looked as if he wanted to avoid eye contact with me as he left, but at the last second his gaze shifted over to me. I saw pink tint his cheeks when he saw that I was staring back. 

With them all out of the room the hormone stupor lifted, and I could think straight again. I was able to remember why it wasn’t a very good idea to instigate an orgy with the groomsmen right before a wedding. Fortunately, the guys leaving also caused the flowing feeling in my balls to calm down to a trickle again, so they stopped expanding as quickly. That was a relief because it looked like I had stuffed two tangerines down my pants as they were now. I walked over to a mirror on the wall and started to freak out when I saw my reflection. The changes were harder to ignore now. My shirt and pants looked too small for my bulk as well as my height. The outline of my balls and cock was impossible to miss, and a wet spot from pre cum had formed where the slit of my dick pulsed. Jesus Christ, I thought to myself in a panic, how the fuck am I going to walk in front of all these people? Natalie was out there right now, waiting for me to join her, and then we’d have to walk as everyone at the wedding stared at us. I was thinking more clearly now, but what would happen if I got around people again? I doubt the audience would be cool with it if we all started having an orgy on stage with me as the ringleader. 

I also couldn’t deny that a part of me was madly turned on by what the growth was doing to me. I looked incredible. I’d put on an amount of muscle in a day that would’ve taken me probably a year, at least, to put on naturally. The extra height and cock size only made me look better. My panic was easing the longer I gazed at my reflection. Sure, I could run. Say I got food poisoning. Charlie would probably back me up, what with him not wanting to admit he’d wanted to make out with me before he walked up to the alter. I wanted people to see me though. Wanted to watch the eyes of the audience try to focus on the bride and groom, but ultimately drift back to me because I was more fun to look at. Feel the discomfort of the groomsmen beside me as they try and ignore how attracted to me they are. Maybe I’ll even grow a little bigger for everyone. Maybe I’ll tear out of my clothes and destroy the church.

Huh, I thought to myself, this isn’t really like me. Or, I guess it is now. I guess a side effect of having Evan’s cum in your balls is becoming an exhibitionist. 

I walked casually out into the hall, not bothering to try and cover up my bulge or look small. As I walked I pictured myself growing through the roof of the church, and felt the energy in my balls peak, relishing the thought. A large surge of cum swelled my balls larger. A growth spurt rolled through me in response, but this time I welcomed it. Encouraged it. I didn’t stifle the groan as my body swelled larger. Nobody had been around to hear it anyway, not that I would have cared either way. It lasted for 15 seconds this time and was the strongest one I’d had yet. I undid the top few buttons of my dress shirt as I felt them begin to strain as my chest swelled forward with more muscle. I watched as my shadow on the wall grew wider as my back broadened and thickened. My huge, thick, muscled bubble butt swelled even bigger with power and size, pulling my pants even tighter against my massive cock. My walk changed a bit as my legs swelled larger with power, pushing my bloated balls, now slightly bigger than a tangerine each, further out. My biceps and triceps were now very visible as the respective mounds bunched up in my shirt sleeves. My hard cock swelled longer and thicker, getting closer the being so long that it would reach my hip soon. It’s gotta be at least 10 inches now, I thought to myself, and will probably be a foot long by the end of the night. Pre leaked at the thought, breaking ground on a new wet spot on my pants. In the back of my head, I knew that the sheer amount of hormones flowing through me was making me act like this, but the hormones also made me not care. 

I found the lineup and took my place next to Natalie. She looked over and up to me to say hi, but then stopped short, staring in a confused way at an area on my upper chest for half a second before looking further up to meet my eyes with a shocked expression. Oh, ha, she’d looked to where my eyes would have been a few hours ago when I was still 6’2. With the combined growth spurts I was probably closer to 6’4 and a half now. Maybe 6’5. Shock morphed her features as she took me in. “You clothes, you, what”, she choked out, unable to say anything else. “Hm”, I said questioning innocently, looking down at her. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could the doors to the wedding opened, and the planner was ushering us to “Go go go! Backs straight, shoulders back, smiles on!”. I offered Natalie my arm, and she wrapped hers around it as we began walking to the timeless rhythm of the wedding march. I could feel the distress and confusion radiating off her as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing, but I could also feel the arousal. I glanced over to her as we walked, and caught her looking at my body, down at my bulge, and then looking straight ahead again quickly. Her arousal flared, seeping into me like warmth from a hot towel would. I could also hear murmurs as people saw me walking down the aisle. People quietly whispered to each other about me. “Is that Nick DiAngelo? He looks huge! What’s he on? Didn’t we just see him? Whose horse is that?”, and so on. While the urge to cum, and my arousal had reached a level that would’ve fried my brain earlier, I was in control of myself. I was adapting to it. My body was adjusting to the size and level of chemicals. Fortunate for Charlie and Sara, because as I felt my hormones kick up higher from being beside the groomsmen again as I took my place, I decided I would be nice and not ruin their wedding by growing through the roof.

Although, I thought to myself, if another growth spurt hit would I even be able to stop it? 

I was about to find out because I felt the start of one beginning. I wasn’t sure what to do, exactly, to stop a growth spurt. I kind of just locked down all my muscles, and thought along the same lines as when you’re trying to hold in pee. I flexed all the muscles I could think of down there, and it worked. It felt less like holding back pee, though, and more like holding back an orgasm. Like when you’re having sex, and trying not to cum, but you feel it brimming on the edge threatening to spill over.

As Charlie walked down the aisle he looked over to me. I saw his eyes widen as he took in my even larger size now. He looked away quickly like he didn’t care, but I saw his pants shift. 

The wedding progressed. They started doing the stuff on stage, but at a certain point, I couldn’t pay attention anymore, because the longer I held the growth spurt back, the harder it got to prevent. It was increasing in strength the longer I tried keeping it from happening. As they read their vows to each other it began to get painful to hold it back. By the time they were kissing, and pronounced husband and wife, I was shaking from the exertion it was taking from me to hold it back. It felt like I was trying to hold back the force of the Hoover Dam. I knew that once I let it go I would be tearing out of these clothes. I’d become something huge. The small part of me insisting I be a good friend ordered me to not do that here, but my stamina was about to give out. I could already feel some of it slipping through as I started slowly growing, as little cracks in my resolve started letting water through. “What is going on with you”, Natalie said. I’d been so focused I hadn’t noticed her walk up to me, or that the wedding was over. I lost my hold of it for a second and jumped an inch taller. Natalie’s eyes grew wide with disbelief as she saw it happen. “Nick, tell me what the hell is happening to you right now”, she demanded. “Not here”, I managed to get out through my teeth as I fought for control of the spurt again. I knew I only had like 60 more seconds left in me before I would be completely exhausted and couldn’t hold it back anymore. I hauled ass out of the main wedding room, trusting that Natalie would follow. Without really meaning to I ended up back in the room where all the groomsmen had waited earlier. Once in the room, I fell to my knees, nearly blacking out from euphoria as I finally gave in and stopped resisting it. Natalie came in quickly behind me and watched as it slammed over me. I forgot my own name as cum surged into my balls, blowing them up to be larger than grapefruits, causing my hormones and testosterone to spike to inhuman levels. Like, you can’t even fathom what it feels like. I felt like I could fuck the planet in half at that moment. I shot a little over half a foot taller in the span of seconds while dozens of pounds of muscle swelled onto me. Buttons flew off my shirt as my pecs finally won the war, growing so full of muscle that my large nipples were pointing toward the floor. The back of the shirt split as my back doubled its width. My shoulders rounded and grew, splitting the fabric along there as well. My pants had ripped at the ass when I’d fallen to my knees but were completely obliterated as my ass doubled in size. Each cheek became its own globe as muscle swelled into them, defying gravity. My thighs ballooned with size and power, pressing into each other harder and harder as they fought for space. Inches forced their way onto my cock, and my poor underwear finally gave up trying to hold it and my two balls. They shredded, finally letting my cock fly upwards, no longer being constrained to the side. All the while, my balls continued swelling larger and larger, churning with Evan’s cum. 

It only lasted around 30 seconds, but by the end I was naked, 7 feet tall, about 100lbs heavier with muscle, sporting a 14-inch dick, with two balls nearly the size of cantaloupes. After it ended I opened my eyes, panting, to look over at Natalie. She stood frozen, staring at me like I’d grown a second head. 

“I’m having a bit of a late growth spurt”, I told her, hoping to break the ice with humor. My voice rumbled out deeper from the growth, though, so it only added to the uncanny valley feeling she must have felt as she looked at the Hulk version of her boyfriend. She raised her eyebrows in silent indignation that I was making a joke about this. “Sorry”, I said, “I can explain”. 

“Can you”, she asked in a small voice. Before I could tell her about the magic gay sex, though, another growth spurt wracked through me. I groaned loudly, doubling over as I felt myself rise a couple of inches taller, all my muscles swell larger, my cock swell a few inches longer, and my balls swell from cantaloupes to watermelons. I sat up, looking at Natalie with a pleading expression. “Maybe I’ll explain later”, I said in between heavy breaths, “because it won’t stop until I have sex”. Natalie shook her head as she tried to make sense of that logic. To her immense credit, though, she walked up to me. The closer she got, the more my balls started to churn. I could feel the hormones rolling off me in heat waves, and as she walked up I could see it start to take an effect on her. I’d gotten so tall that even on my knees she didn’t even reach my chest anymore. I saw her arousal win over as she began running her hands over my body. I closed my eyes as it sent flurries of pleasure throughout my body.

“I know this is serious, but I’m so turned on by this”, she said as she ran her hands over my inflated chest. I smiled. “Yeah?”, I asked her in a playful tone as I bounced my pecs, causing them to go hard and then back to doughy soft. I groaned as she pinched one of my nipples, causing my cock to lurch upwards as it flexed. She looked over to the massive monster that was my cock, probably closer to 16 inches now, and wrapped her arms around it. She started licking it and running her hands up and down it. My hips bucked forward without permission, almost sending her flying off it. “Jesus Nick”, she complained as she held onto it for dear life. 

“Ah, sorry, sorry”, I groaned as I tried to get control over myself. “My body is kind of desperate right now”. She looked down at my massive balls. 

“Yeah, I see that”, she said as she placed her hands on one of the watermelon-sized nuts. They were vibrating now, with how much cum and energy was roiling around in them. Feeling it seemed to make her even more turned on. She started undressing as she looked back up at me. Seeing her naked sent me onto another plane, my whole body was now vibrating along with my balls. I picked her up and brought her up to me, and felt my whole body get hit by lightning as we kissed. My hips started moving up and down again without permission as we made out. My cock was so big now the head rubbed up and down against the back of her ass from where she was to kiss me. My pre cum leaked out, coating her in it. “Rub your cock against me”, she said. I sat her back on the ground and began grinding my slicked-up shaft on her pussy lips. She moaned in pleasure as just the size and girth of my shaft alone sent shivers up her spine. “Put it inside me”, she begged/ordered. Even though every fiber of my being wanted to, I hesitated. Seeing how huge my cock looked compared to her slit had me nervous I’d hurt her. “We’ll try. I’ll go very slow. Tell me the moment you feel any pain”, I said to her. She nodded, eager for me to start. I expected immediate resistance, but the head slid in. It was tight, but tight in a natural way, not in a hey, the size of this dick should be anatomically impossible, get it out of me! kind of way. She screamed in pleasure as I slid further into her, reaching the halfway point of my length. “Are you ok”, I managed to ask despite how much pleasure I was feeling. She nodded. “I have no fucking clue how this is fitting, but yes, I’m more than ok”, she said. Part of me wondered how this was anatomically possible because she was right, it didn’t make sense how this was fitting into her. It was probably part of the whole magic jizz thing. Whatever. Honestly, in the moment I didn’t care why. I pushed the rest of the way into her, causing her to dig her nails into the sides of my stomach. “Oh god, I feel so full”, she moaned as her body writhed with me inside her. The feeling my body had been craving finally washed over me, and I started to thrust in and out of her. 

Neither of us were quiet as we fucked. I was moaning her name, telling her nasty things as she said nasty things to me back. A little voice in my head kept saying what if people hear us and catch us? A bigger voice in my head said let them, they can join or watch if they want. I must have manifested that because suddenly I felt a pair of hands stroking my back. I looked behind me, which was hard to do with how huge I was now, and saw that Charlie was running his hands over me. I’d been so lost in fucking I hadn’t even noticed him come in. 

“Charlie what the hell are you doing”, I asked as I continued thrusting.

“What does it feel like I’m doing”, he responded as he slid his hands lower, groping my ass as it flexed with each thrust.

“You just got married”, I said. 

“I took the ring off”, was all he said in response. There were so many things wrong with that statement, and while normally I would care, in my current state I didn’t give a fuck. He could do whatever he wanted. If I was him I’d want to fuck me too. 

“Let me on top”, Natalie said. I pulled out of her, lying down on my back as she climbed on top of me. It was even freakier seeing her slide down my dick from this perspective. I watched as I saw the indent of it push her stomach out as she slid the whole thing balls deep into her. “You sure that feels ok”, I asked her. She began bouncing herself up and down on it, throwing her head back as an orgasm shook her whole body, so I took that as a yes, it felt ok to her. Charlie began sucking on my left nipple as he ran his hands over my stomach and chest, causing me to lose the ability to speak as my eyes rolled in the back of my head from pleasure. “Sit on my face”, I ordered him. He took his pants off, exposing his muscular butt. He moaned loudly as I started running my long tongue in and out of his ass. Having Natalie and Charlie’s pheromones in the air felt like a thunderstorm inside my body. Suddenly, two more pairs of hands started groping my body. I looked to see that Sam and another one of the groomsmen had come in, unnoticed. They seemed unable to speak as they simply started licking and rubbing all over my body. I could feel everyone’s arousal swirling around me, seeping into me. A shock of energy rolled through me as another growth spurt rushed through me. Natalie screamed in pleasure as the feeling of my cock growing deeper into her caused another orgasm to shake her. I felt my growing ass slide across the floor as my body lengthened longer. Spencer and the groomsmen started moaning just from the sight of watching me grow bigger in real-time. The two groomsmen started licking and sucking on my bloated balls as Spencer got up and shoved his cock into my mouth for me to suck. 

I know this sounds bad, like I’m becoming drunk on power, but there’s no other way to describe it: I felt like a god in that moment. Like a sex god, growing in strength and size as my followers worshipped me. Swelling larger as I fed off their arousal that I was giving them. 

I felt Charlie cum wildly into my mouth as my presence sent him over the edge. I swallowed the jizz, and felt my body swell larger in response. My dick had to be closer to 20 inches now as it swelled even larger inside Natalie. I was trying to pay attention to her, to make sure she was still ok, but she looked euphoric. I was certain now that whatever was making me grow like this was magically making her able to ride me as well because nobody can ride a nearly 20-inch long and very thick dick like that naturally. As she went up and down the outline of my monster cock inside her torso pushed out so much it was nearly cartoonish with how unreal it looked. I began bucking my hips, sending her up and down on it and moaning in ecstasy. 

The combined efforts of everyone on my body at once were bringing me close to the edge. I felt the galloons of cum in my balls boiling to get out. “I’m about to bust”, I moaned. Natalie pulled off of me and started licking all over the shaft, slick with hers and my juices. Seeing her do that was the straw that broke the camel’s back, so to speak. I roared, blacking out as Evan’s jizz, finally, exited my body in a geyser of cum. If anyone was in the building they definitely heard me. It smacked against the ceiling above us hard, sounding like a pressure washer, as white globs of it poured down on us all like hot, sticky rain. I’m not sure how long it went on. Maybe ten minutes? By the end of it, when I became conscious again, nearly the entire room was coated in a thin layer of Evan. Maybe some of my jizz was mixed in there too, who knows. 

I sat up, dazed, feeling euphoric from the relief as my body finally took a sigh, able to relax now that I had gotten it out. My head began clearing as my hormones began lowering to relatively normal levels again. I stood up, taking in how much I’d grown from the fucking. I had to be at least 7’5 now, maybe closer to 8 feet tall. My head was nearly brushing the ceiling. My dick had begun to get soft, finally, but even then it dwarfed every other dick on the planet. Maybe even Evan’s, I thought with a thrill. My pecs had grown so large I had to lean forward to see past them now. Thankfully, my balls had deflated some, so that they were somewhere in between cantaloupes and watermelons now. The watermelon size had been hot but would have been annoying to carry around. Natalie looked like she was coming down from tripping on quaaludes. “You ok”, I asked her. She nodded. “Was that good for you?”, I asked her, teasing. She shook her head in astonishment. 

“You may be the first man ever to make me cum harder than my vibrator”, she said weakly. I laughed loudly at that, my voice shaking the windows. “How are you going to get out of here”, Sam asked me. Charlie and the other groomsmen had left quickly. Probably best for Charlie. 

“Oh, yeah my clothes won’t fit me”, I said, noticing the problem. Would I even fit in the car anymore, I thought to myself. I picked up my phone and saw I had a text from Clint. 

Clint: 

You ok? Anything happen at the wedding?

“I grew a little”, I typed back, having to backspace a few times because my fingers had gotten large enough to hit multiple keys at once now on the screen. 

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