Freshman, fresh men

by West

Your best friend and secret crush is now your roommate during your freshman year of college. Both of your comfort levels with each other change when he emerges from the shower smelling fresher than ever, and also bigger each time.

I had spent a long time gawking over my best friend, so I could tell something was different about him. Charlie and I had been best friends since kindergarten and now we were roommates for freshman year of college. We were sort of opposites, but also two peas in a pod. He was sort of nerdy and decently fit; I was more athletic (not a jock) and taller. The way our room was set up gave me a nice vantage point of Charlie changing, since my bed was directly across from our dressers and TV. I’d changed in front of him countless times over the years, neither of us felt weird about it so we didn’t mind the close proximity to our beds. Under my own was our couch and a small table.

Anyway, this all happened around the first semester. Charlie was fresh out of the shower with nothing more than his towel around his waist, nothing out of the ordinary here, both of us were comfortable with each other. But what was different was the bulge against said towel.

“Char, you stuff a sock down in your towel?”

“Nah man it’s all real, I noticed when I was jerking. Guess I grew a bit.”

His reply kind of surprised me. Not the jerking off part, we were open about that too. But how could his dick have grown? We were both 19 and I’m pretty sure fully grown.

His reply stayed with me the rest of the day. It was all I could think about… Grew a bit, grew a bit, grew a bit…

But ever since then, Charlie would show off a bit more once he was out of the shower. He started lounging around in just his briefs. And when I say lounge, I mean fully spread out with that prominent package on full display. While I rarely saw him like this before the growth spurt, there’s no way the bulge in those undies used to be that big before. While it was no means giant, I’d put him at maybe 4.5 inches soft now. I’d measured myself before, roughly 2.9 inches, and Charlie always looked just a bit bigger than me. But now obviously he dwarfed my bulge.

We hung out in the room that Friday night, ordering some pizza from the local spot on campus; fully expecting to dump an unhealthy amount of hours into the newly released game we both had our eyes on. Just when we were getting into it, Charlie spoke up. “Hey D, you don’t mind me getting a bit more comfortable do you? I’m starting to feel a little cramped down under.”

“You didn’t grow again, did you?” I asked half hoping the answer was yes.

“Nope, at least I don’t think so. Just want to feel free while we kill these zombies. So, you good with it?”

“Go for it.”

He got up with a level of excitement I hadn’t seen in him before, and tore off his shirt and jeans revealing a new (and quite random for him) jockstrap. “Hey, you know if you wanna, you can too. I won’t judge. We’re both guys here.”

“Fuck it, why not?” I joined him, stripping down to my boxer briefs before settling back down onto the couch. I have to admit it was actually really nice, sitting there just the two of us, not a care in the world. Just two best buds hanging out in their underwear, eating pizza and playing video games. I stole a quick glance at Charlie’s bulge and wow, seeing it compared to mine it really was big. I looked away before I got a hard-on, but not before Charlie reached down and rearranged himself. The heft in that motion, jeez.

For the rest of the week I was treated to Charlie spread out and bolder and more comfortable with me than ever. I wasn’t complaining though, it was a true sight to see. Then it happened again. This time when he came out, his body was bulkier, packed with just a bit more muscle than when he had when going in. Not only just new muscle, but he looked leaner and more defined too. He was really shaping up to give me a run for my money body wise.

“Lookin’ fine, damn Chuck. You hitting the gym secretly? The bulk looks good on you.” Guess he wasn’t the only one getting bolder.

“You think?” he said, flexing an arm. “I swear it’s like I just hit another mini spurt in there.” Then he reached town and rearranged the junk in his towel. I was disappointed it didn’t join his growth again, but I was more than happy with Charlie having bigger muscles too. He walked over to his dresser and dropped his towel, and wow. His ass looked absolutely amazing, guess his muscles weren’t the only thing that grew. When he stepped into his shorts it jiggled that way bubble butts do. Man, I guess Charlie now had a bubble butt. And a leaner body. Plus a bigger dick.

Just like last time he grew, he started flaunting his extra beef whenever I was around. He was never one to have more revealing clothing, but lately he was only ever wearing a tank top and jockstrap in the dorm. His new pecs pulled those tanks ever so slightly away from his body, while his bulge and new bubble butt looked fantastic in the jock.

Friday night came again, and we decided to make last week a new tradition. Pizza and video games, good vibes and mild nudity. I watched Charlie play by himself at first so he could beat a game he’d been playing, enjoying the moment while stuffing my face with pizza. Damn, he still smelled nice from his shower. It was a really nice scent, like sandalwood and whiskey. It definitely was a masculine smell. That’s when I realized he had moved closer to me after an intense final boss. Not that it was unwanted, but we usually respected each other’s personal space and wouldn’t get too close. But I could feel his leg hair against my smooth legs. When the credits started rolling he put the controller down and extended his bigger arm along the back of the couch, and my neck.

“Oh man that was epic, I can’t believe how many tries it took! They always make the credits bittersweet.” With that he unexpectedly brushed his hand along my neck on its way back to his side, sending a shiver down my spine. What was that about?

“I’m just glad you’re finally going to stop complaining about having an unfinished game while we play together.”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” He was joking, I was semi-joking, we understood each other. No hurt feelings. It was pretty late so we called it a night, and when Charlie got up he playfully slapped my thigh with his hand before energetically jumping up to his bed. What was up with him? I shook it off and climbed into my own bed, half asleep and half thinking about what just happened.

When next week came by I was eager to see what would happen with him. I heard him turn the shower off and tried to make myself look busy.

“Bro you’re not gonna believe this!” I heard him say through the door. What came out of the door was a hunk. I mean, Charlie was always on the verge of being a hunk, but now he definitely crossed that line. His muscles had grown again, but this time a lot more than the first. I couldn’t believe it.

“Holy shit man, you’re a total hunk,” I blurted out without thinking. Charlie didn’t know I was gay. At least I didn’t think he did. Despite how close we were I never told him, I was scared it would ruin things.

“Yeah, it feels amazing. I always knew you thought I was hot too.” He winked at me.

“Wait, really? H-how? Do I really stare at you that much?” At this point I was seriously blushing.

“Think about it, Dave. Sure, some guys act the way we do with each other. But most guys aren’t into it like we are. Plus I kinda tried to make a move on you last Friday.”

How could I be so stupid! “So that means…”

“Yeah, I’m gay too. I kinda thought you knew.”

No way. “I thought you knew I was!”

“Well, at least now we both know, haha.”

I wanted to respect Charlie’s personal space, I could seriously have kissed him then and there. But if he wanted to make a move then it would be up to him to do so. And he did, he brushed my hand with his and pulled me in for a warm hug. That hug was probably the best hug I had ever received. He felt so nice, so right. Feeling his even more beefed up body tightly against mine, it was all perfect. I knew he was the one for me, and I could tell by the look on his face; with his eyes closed and his lips curled into a smile, that he felt the same.

From that point forward we agreed no more secrets. We spent the whole weekend rearranging our room. We pushed our beds together which freed up some space for a bigger, dedicated “living” area. No more cramped gaming sessions, hello open space. I was so happy that we were able to find each other, the real versions. That first night of being out with each other cuddled up in bed, our bed, it was like nothing else mattered. Charlie just emanated that feeling of shelter, like nothing bad could happen when he was around. He made me feel safe, worthy, right.

When it was the day since a week passed, I asked a bold question.

“Let’s shower together.”

Charlie looked over at me, still bending down looking for underwear. He raised an eyebrow. “All right,” he said with a shrug.

He opened my drawer and quickly tossed me a pair of undies. “Meet you in there.”

“Count on it. I’ll be right there.”

With that he walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open. The shower turned on and I gave myself a little pep talk. “All right, Dave, you’ve known him your whole life. Sure he’s hotter and bigger than a couple weeks ago but he’s your best friend, one that you recently found out is also gay. Just go in there and shower with him.”

I almost got carried away with it, before remembering why I asked to shower with him. I needed to see what was making him grow. I stripped down, totally naked in our room for the first time ever. Definitely won’t be the last. Entering the bathroom, I pulled the curtain away from the shower.

“There he is! I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”

“You kidding? I wouldn’t miss seeing you naked.” There it was again, me blurting things out without thinking. I guess last time it worked out for the better.

“Is that so? All you had to do before was ask.” I realized I never broke eye contact with him. My eyes wandered all down his body. The water was gently bouncing off his muscles, then I wandered down even further.

“Holy Charlie, you’re hung!” He smiled at me, as if my discovery wasn’t known to him. His dick looked bigger again, way bigger than that towel bulge from the other week. His hairy legs in contrast to the rest of his hairless body made it look even bigger.

“Well, are you coming in or are you just going to allow me to get cold?”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. My own dick was slightly chubbed just from the thought of being this close and intimate with Charlie. But what caught me off-guard was that he began to lather my body up. I didn’t recognize the soap he had used though, but it felt so good feeling him rub my naked body up. The one thing I always had over him was height, and thankfully that was still the case. I was a good 5 inches taller than him, standing at a tall 6’6. He stretched his muscular arms all the way up my taller body, making sure to cover me completely with soap. Once I was clean, I returned the favor and started lathering up his hunky body. But once I reached his dick, I lost it. There was barely enough time for him to rinse it off before I took it in my mouth. God he felt so good, tasted so good.

“Fuck, Dave, keep going.” Gladly. Charlie was growing harder inside my mouth, which made it easier to suck him off but only shortly. When he was fully hard I couldn’t believe how big he was. I’d seen his hard dick exactly once, and that was because I woke up in the middle of the night and he was jerking off uncovered. But then he grew, a whole inch longer. His 6 incher was now 7 after that week. I kept sucking him off as best I could, but hey I was new to this. We both were. The pleasure got the better of him and I could feel him swell just a bit more. I popped him out of my mouth just in time for him to grab it to control the thick load he was shooting. I couldn’t control myself and started cumming too, just from the pure overload of the situation. Charlie was breathing heavily once his dick finally stopped spraying.

“Oh my god, Charlie you’re even bigger!” I exclaimed, eyes wide staring at his boner. Sure enough 7 was looking more like 9. He grew 2 whole inches instantly!

“It feels so good Dave. I don’t know why I keep growing, but I don’t want to stop. I love you.” Holy shit.

“I- I love you too, Charlie. And I don’t want you to stop growing either.”

I stood up and kissed him. Our first kiss ever. While our lips were locked, I felt something strange. Charlie’s body was pressing against mine, no, fighting against mine. We were both growing muscles! But that wasn’t all, I had to strain my neck more and more with each passing second to reach him. Not only were my muscles growing, but I was getting taller too! Then it hit me, it had to be the soap. I’d never used it or even seen it before, and come to think of it I’d only ever smelled it each time Charlie had grown. Which explains why he didn’t grow every day and why I grew today.

“You’ve got to show me where you got that soap.” I was practically begging him.

“So you figured it out? Yeah it was the soap all along. Bought it from this thrift store back home, the sexy clerk told me it’s a once a week thing. Doesn’t matter how often you use it, you only grow once a week. So don’t get any ideas mister. This stuff has to last.” He showed me the bottle, it was called M.A.S.S and in tiny letters below it revealed that it stood for Masculine Accentuating Sudsy Scrub. “But what I don’t get is how both my dick and muscles grew, and your muscles and height grew. He told me it would accentuate one ‘group’ at random.”

“Maybe it’s because we both used it at the same time?”

“Could be. Guess we can test it again next week!”

“Actually, I’m more than happy with how I’ve turned out from just this one. I’m already too tall and while I’d love for my dick to grow too, I don’t want to get any taller.”

“I understand, it’s too much of a gamble for you. And you’ve made me realize I should slow down too.” He was super sweet, I’m seeing a whole new side of the guy I grew up with.

Some time had passed and we both went back home for Thanksgiving. I dropped him off at his place before heading back to my own, wondering how I would explain growing bigger in 3 months. I walked in the door and much to my surprise, my family was blissfully unaware of my new size. The most I got was from my uncle who never stopped telling me about how big I’m getting. It was strange, because I was 6’8 now and packing about 15 more pounds of muscle. I texted Charlie to figure out why.

Dave: Hey, why isn’t my family reacting to me?

Charlie: Oh yeah, so unless you’ve smelled the soap’s scent nobody bats an eye at you. To them you’ve always looked this way.

Dave: Damn I was kinda hoping to get a reaction.

Charlie: Am I not enough for you anymore 😿

Dave: Not like that!

Charlie: I know I’m just teasing. Gotta go eat, see you tomorrow. Love ya <3

Dave: <3 you too.

So that explains it. The only reason I knew Charlie was bigger was because I smelled the soap after he got out of the shower. And that explains why nobody on campus made any comments either.

I couldn’t wait to see Charlie again. It had only been three days before I was on my way to get him again. I got to his house and he opened the door, the same guy I fell in love with. His body was just as big as ever, I could see every nook and cranny of him. He was wearing a tank top which failed to contain his bulging pecs and straining lats, and some compression shorts that he definitely could not wear in public. The bulge looked extra big as usual.

“How’s it been without me, you big hunk? I missed you every day.”

“Not too bad, but I have missed you. I’m ready to get back to the dorm so we can fuck, I’ve been extra horny.”

Good thing it was only a four hour drive. Charlie climbed into the passenger seat but had to rearrange the seat to accommodate him. I thought that was strange because I couldn’t recall anyone else sitting there. I shook it off and focused on the drive back, occasionally looking over at Charlie.

The second we were through the door he tore off his tank and jumped into the bed. I couldn’t wait to tear those compression shorts off him, although they left little to the imagination. Before I could though he stopped me.

“I have to be honest Dave, I know you can’t tell but I used some more soap. I hope you’re not angry, I wanted it to be a surprise. But then I remembered you wouldn’t even know.” He really looked defeated, it pained me to see him like this.

“Hey hey, it’s all right big guy, you know I’d never be mad at you for growing. So what about you changed this time?” I have to admit I was really intrigued.

“It’s crazy because so much did. My voice is deeper, my muscles grew a bunch, even my nips are perkier, plus I’m pretty sure we’re the same height now.” Now that he mentioned it, I remembered how that was all unusual.

And with that, I tore off the last remaining piece of clothing on him, allowing his giant meat to tumble out. Charlie Price never ceased to amaze me, the guy I had always been so close to admits he has feelings for me and the same day I find out he’s hung as fuck. Call me the luckiest guy in the world.

I grab his dick and gently squeeze it until he gets hard. The entire time he’s got a huge grin on his face, before he finally bursts out laughing.

“What?” I asked.

“You look so cute right now. I guess I should tell you, huh?”

I really didn’t know what he was… “Oh shit.”

“Yep. I’m double the size I was at the start of the year.”

“No way, that means you’re…”

“A foot long!” we both said in unison. My eyes went wide. How could I not have known Charlie didn’t always have a foot long dick? It didn’t stop me from wanting to suck it off, no matter how much bigger it was. The last time I did he was still “just” 9 inches, and now he was 3 inches longer than that. It turned me on so much.

Charlie felt up his muscles as I continued to stroke him. “So how much muscle did you pack on? Don’t hate me but you look the same to me.”

“Ouch. But seriously I’m nearly 300 pounds, 6 foot 8, and I’m only 19 years old. And I think it’s about time you catch up to me. I know you said you didn’t want to but…”

“No you’re right, I can’t have you having all the fun. But this time I want you to be unaware, if that’s all right.”

“Of course D, it’s only fair.”

With that his dick exploded with cum. I loved this man.

When I woke up the next morning, Charlie was pressed up against me. His arms were wrapped around my body and both bulges, from his pecs and his dick, pushed against my back and butt. I still couldn’t believe how new all of this was. Not just that we had come out to each other, but that the man before me was physically so vastly different from the one at the start of the school year. To be fair I was too, but on a much, much smaller scale. And I didn’t want that to change just yet. We had less than half of that bottle left, which was more than plenty. But if it works on me the same it did for Charlie, the effects are amplified with each extra use. I was mentally prepared for the drastic change I’d be put through, just not before a few more uses together.

I heard, or rather felt, Charlie’s alarm go off. I had gotten him a pair of trunks that have a pocket on them, since he didn’t wear many clothes around me anymore he was always misplacing his phone. With his crotch fully pressed against me I felt the subtle vibration as it intensified. He let out a cute little groan before stirring.

“Morning, babe.” His first words of the day and he called me babe! If I had been turned around he would have seen me blushing.

“Mornin’, Chuck. How’d you sleep?”

“Better with you in my arms.”

Oh man, I was really blushing now. He pulled me tighter against him and I felt his huge bulge compress and squish against my ass. I rolled over to face him. I don’t know how but even first thing in the morning he looked perfect to me. He didn’t look disheveled like me, and his bedhead actually made him look even cuter. We lay there just looking into each other’s eyes for a bit. I got closer, he got closer. That kind of “definitely too close but it’s in the moment” type of close. He had a certain look in his eyes, he was 100% wanting me to kiss him and I was 100% wanting him to kiss me. First thing in the morning, although I got used to it. Sometimes it’s just a quick kiss, sometimes we jerk each other off. But it was Monday and I had a 7:30 class (gross, I know).

I pulled off of him and hopped out of bed straight into a pair of jeans lying on the floor. There was no time to shower. I was already pushing it for time. Charlie’s alarm goes off at 7:20 so he’s awake to say goodbye. Luckily this class was just next door. When I pulled my jeans up my legs, Charlie had tossed his trunks on the floor next to me and had his big dick in his hand. He was making it extremely difficult to want to go to class.

“Try not to get too distracted thinking of me.” He winked as his dick hardened.

“You aren’t exactly making it easy for me.”

“Sorry, I’m just really pent up apparently. See you at lunch?”

“Of course. Love you, bye.”

I really needed to book it over to my class. Two minutes should be enough time to sneak in just as it’s starting. For the better part of that class I really couldn’t focus on anything other than Charlie. I pictured him in our bed, with his hard as a rock foot long cock in his hands, muscles bulging as they slowly traveled along his shaft. It made me shiver with excitement. Somehow I managed to hide my 6 inch boner from my fellow classmates. What I didn’t manage to hide (very well at least) was the wet spot that developed on my jeans. Could this class be any longer, why did a three and a half hour course have to exist so early in the morning? Scratch that, why did a three and a half hour course have to exist period.

Finally it was over, and every second of it was agonizing. I rushed out and over to our dorm, absolutely ready for Charlie to relieve my pressure. The pressure he caused. I slumped into our room just as the shower turned off. As I walked past the bathroom door I smelled it, sandalwood and vanilla.

“Talk about good timing, dude.”

“You know I couldn’t do it to you again. Anyway, you’re in for a treat.”

And boy was I. I had barely managed to get my jeans off in time for the behemoth who emerged from our bathroom. My dick was instantly hard and leaking pre, Charlie was massive.

“How do you even fit in that tiny shower stall?”

“With a great deal of effort.”

I still could hardly believe it. The towel around his waist looked comically small now, the same towel that looked large on him at the start of the year.

“Why even bother with the towel anymore? We need to get bigger ones to cover all that hunk.”

With that he dropped it. My jaw dropped, the grin on his face widened. If I thought he was distracting this morning then I don’t even know how to describe him now. Somehow through all the growth and attention from me, he was still soft. But that softy matched his previous hard on, swinging a full foot long from his massively muscled body. It was impossible for me to pick my jaw up from the ground, he looked so big and he was still across the room.

“The weight of this thing is making me horny, D.” He grabbed his junk and flaunted it, causing it to slightly chub up.

He crossed the room, dick swaying heavily with each step. Pecs bouncing, biceps flexing, thighs and calves tensing and easing. When he was finally right up against me, he was taller than me. Significantly. Charlie had to be over 7 feet tall at his point, and probably nearing 350 pounds of hard, ripped muscle. The veins all over his body had begun to inflate and pop out, causing him to look even more ripped. I know I’ve said this often, but I really could not believe everything that was happening.

I was really beginning to feel scrawny near him. Anyone would probably feel that way, Charlie was just that massive. Part of me was content with how I looked now, but another part of me knew I could be bigger and better. For now however, I wanted to enjoy the company of my boyfriend.

Friday night came and for the first time since that night a few weeks ago, Charlie opted out. Cue the heartbreak from me. Despite us now being a thing, together, the Friday night hangout was something I always looked forward to. But now I would have to participate solo, without the company of a hunk. I kept focusing too hard on the fact Charlie wasn’t here that I couldn’t really focus on having fun. It was always in the back of my mind that this was a night, a tradition, we did together. Overthinking is going to kill me one day.

Once I ate enough pizza, my mind stopped racing and I calmed down. At least enough to have a truly private jerk session. Not that I didn’t like when Charlie would help, or be around; it’s just sometimes it feels nice to do it alone. And I knew that right now I needed some release. I sat on the bed with my 6.5 inches in my hand, a size that I felt for years was more than enough. However now I was thinking about how big Charlie is, and that I don’t have to settle for “just” 6.5 inches. When I finally came and clarity hit, I realized my thoughts hadn’t changed; I was going to use the soap soon and it didn’t matter to me what the outcome was anymore. So what if I get taller? Charlie is already even taller than me and he’s all I can think about.

On Saturday morning, or should I say afternoon, Charlie had nudged me awake.

“You look amazing, Dave, did you get your hair cut?”

“Huh, wha? No.” I still wasn’t quite awake enough for a full sentence or even full words.

“So you’re telling me you’ve always looked this sexy?”

“Charlie, I don’t know what you’re trying to get at, but I need to wake up a bit more.”

He moved his giant body out from my view and gestured to a full cup of cold brew on the nightstand. I couldn’t help but smile, despite still being just a tad angry at him for ditching last night.

“Thanks.” That was all I could manage before I quickly kissed his cheek before grabbing the cup.

“My pleasure, stud.” He grabbed my ass playfully. Man, he was acting strange again. If the coffee was his apology gift, he passed. It was some damn good coffee.

“So what’s this all about? You seriously pissed me off last night.”

“Wait, so you’re telling me you didn’t use the soap last night?”

“No, why would I?”

“Oh… Shit. I’m so sorry Dave, about yesterday really. I was hoping you would have used it as an opportunity to grow and surprise me. Honest. I was beating myself up for skipping out. Fuck.”

I couldn’t be mad at him. Charlie was always sincere, and with his added size and musculature he was adorable when he looked defeated.

“So the whole reason you ditched was for me to surprise you like you did with me over Thanksgiving?”

He nodded. That’s two points for me being oblivious to his intentions.

“Tell you what, I could use a cleaning right now, if you catch my drift. I’ll even let you do the honors.”

“You know we both won’t fit in there, right?”

“Oh yeah, you’re going to lather me up real good and watch the show.”

That seemed to get him going and, honestly, I was super excited to bulk up after seeing Charlie do the same. Although I suppose there was a chance I wouldn’t gain bigger muscles, due to the effects being random with each use. But I was really hoping that like last time since the two of us would be involved, that at least one of the effects would be muscle growth. Fingers crossed. I hadn’t even realized it but Charlie had stripped down to his jockstrap, one that hugged his bubbly ass and strained against his impressively hefty bulge.

“Hold that thought, I got an itchin’ to measure that bad boy so long as you can keep him down.” I gestured towards his package before fishing out the flexible measuring tape from my desk. What? It’s an essential item for a size queen like myself.

Charlie enthusiastically answered, “Aye aye captain!” Complete with a goofy, yet cute salute as I made my way back towards him. Kneeling down with my face so close to his bulge, I could feel the heat emanating from the pouch. Carefully I pulled his jock down, trying my very best not to brush his bubble butt the wrong way and send the beast into an erect state. I was impressed at how it felt like I pulled it down far enough, yet Charlie’s dick was still packed inside the fabric. I slid it further along his hairy, muscular thighs until finally there was a glimpse of his mushroom.

“Holy cow I did not expect there to be this much of you, I mean your bulge is massive but this still seems like way more than last time I saw you.”

“Babe, I promise I haven’t used any more of the bottle. You’ve got full dibs on the rest.”

“No, I get that, it’s just surreal to me. You truly are big. Speaking of, let’s figure out just how big you are.” I readied myself for just how big of a number it would be and then held up the tape against the thick root of his dick. Miraculously he was still soft, even after our brief conversation. Anyway, I lined up the 0 against the hairless skin and draped it along his mighty shaft, tracing my finger down the measurements. I stopped at 2.9 inches, my size, and couldn’t help but feel a mix of insecurity and bewilderment. There was still so much to go, and shortly I (hopefully) wouldn’t have to settle for that anymore. My finger kept on descending, 4 inches came and went, and once at 6.5 inches we reached where my erection would be, with a sizable amount to go. My eyes wandered further along to 11 inches where the base of his pink mushroom head began. The length of that alone was just over an inch and a half, meaning…

“Chuck, buddy, I’m staring at roughly 13 inches of dick here. And 6.9 inches around.”

“Nice. But in all honesty, that is freaky big and I’m all for it.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong I am too, it’s just that this (I tore off my own underwear, revealing my tiny in comparison dick) doesn’t even begin to compare.” I walked over next to him to further show how big the size difference was. Charlie had over 5x the amount of dick I had, soft at least.

“We both know that’s gonna change in a couple minutes though. Plus you get bonus points for being uncut as an American, you’re in a small percentage there.”

He was right about that, less than 20% of Americans are uncut like me. Hopefully I’ll be in an even smaller percentage once I hop in the shower. It was kind of funny honestly, both of us were already in the top percentage of height, and Charlie was definitely in the top percentages for muscular development and dick size; and yet we want more. I finally understood Charlie’s viewpoint when he first started. We moved to the bathroom, and it seriously felt cramped in there. It was already cramped for just one of us pre-growth, and doubly so now. I couldn’t wait to make it feel even more cramped.

Charlie was growing hard, and I took the opportunity to get an accurate reading on how big his fire hose was. “Damn,” I said quietly.

“What’s the ver-dickt?”

“Well, remember back when you were a foot long hard?”

“Vividly.”

“This is a foot right here.” I tapped where it was on his giant shaft, with plenty more dick to go.

“No way.”

“Way dude. You’re 17 inches long!”

“Your poor little ass…”

“Hey, I want you to fuck me into tomorrow with that monster. After my shower of course.”

I reached in the shower stall and turned the handle, the refreshing sound of flowing water began and I started to get excited. My dick woke up, and I was at full mast in mere seconds.

“Somebody’s ready.”

“Make sure to use it all, go big or go home right?”

“I know, I know. Now get your cute little ass in there so it can become a cute big ass.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice, the water was still cold but I didn’t care. I hopped inside and Charlie grabbed the bottle of mass. The water had barely finished coating my skin before I felt those big meaty hands running along my body. If he somehow ends up flunking out of school then he would kill it as a masseur, the man knew how to touch you in just the right ways. He was gentle yet thorough, just the right speed and just the right power. The scent of sandalwood and vanilla filled the tiny bathroom, and I knew what was going to come next. As Charlie started lathering up my previously amplified pecs, I felt the familiar feeling. His big strong hands rubbing the soap thoroughly onto my chest, my pecs began to swell once more.

Noticing this, Charlie grinned, and moved onto my lower torso where my abs were already starting to grow. The boosted effect was even more intoxicating than the original, I couldn’t resist grabbing my hard dick and started stroking. Charlie continued to spread the body wash all over me as I worked my hands along my rod. I began pumping faster, stroking harder; not even realizing that too was growing bigger. It was difficult to judge how much thicker I was getting since my hands were growing bigger simultaneously, but the length was starting to be noticeable. My strokes were just a bit longer than the last, and I felt my balls swell and drop a bit further down my sack. My whole body felt like it was going into overdrive, and I finally exploded; my body and my dick.

“Well now I have to clean you again, or do you want the honors, Mr. Muscles?”

“Cute nickname.” I looked in the mirror on the opposite wall and flexed, shit he wasn’t wrong. My whole body was bigger, hotter, sexier. “I think I need a moment, so I got it from here.”

“No problemo, don’t take too long though. I can’t wait to see you fully.”

Don’t worry we’ll have our fun later, I thought. Charlie left and I closed the curtain to wash the cum off my, well, everything. Running a hand along my torso, I felt the deep ridges of my now 8 abs before hitting the roadblock that were my pecs. Jutting maybe 2 inches from my chest were the dense, muscle packed pillows that are my pecs. Not quite as impressive as Charlie, but he also had a head start on his doses. I did seem to be more ripped than him, making up for the difference in size with a godly amount of definition. Even unflexed my abs looked impenetrable, and my biceps peaked a nice round shape.

Speaking of arms, when I did flex it was like a softball had made its way inside my body. And those were just the muscles. My dick was finally softening up and I began to feel the weight of it pulling against my groin. That was certainly an adjustment, although one I’d happily take given the implications. I did reach down and cup my boys. Even with my bigger hands I could tell they were a bit bigger than golf balls.

That’s when I realized I wasn’t standing up straight, my muscular ripped thighs and calves were bent just a bit. But when I straightened them out I understood why. The top of my head abruptly met the ceiling with a loud thunk, followed by an ever so slightly exaggerated definitely-not-over-the-top groan of agony. How tall does this make me? Luckily even at my original height I fit under the showerhead, and I’m only just now realizing that I’m looking down at it with the stream hitting my newly enlarged and juicy pecs. It was time for me to get out of this tiny stall and tiny bathroom.

Once I stepped into our room, Charlie let out a low whistle. He was sitting on the couch still naked but quickly shot up to greet me.

“I- I’m taller than you now. Again.”

“I missed you being the big guy.”

“Well, it looks like you’re still bigger downstairs.” I motioned to our dicks, his was longer than mine, but mine was thicker. A lot thicker. He brought the tape measure and ran it along my shaft.

“You’re just over 7 inches soft, I think your foreskin got even nicer looking. And you’re about 9 inches around.” Yeah I was thick. Hearing that number got me horny again, and my dick swelled to rock hard status in seconds. Charlie wasted no time bringing the tape measure up and along my shaft, past my stretched foreskin. “Congrats D, your d is 11 inches long.” In a way I was a bit disappointed, I was so close to a foot long dick. At least Charlie far surpassed that size, which made me a bit happier.

So in a way we ended up with slightly different differences between us. Charlie was now more muscular, but kept his longer dick. While I was now much thicker and still taller than him. And if he was 7’2 now, and I was originally 5 inches taller than him, that would put me at 7’7. Just over a whole foot taller than I was last month.

Saturday was nearing an end, and in the span of the 24 hours after I’d grown, Charlie and I had gone at it in our new bodies no less than 5 times. I couldn’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t get enough of me. 

On Sunday morning I came to the realization that our sleeping situation was beginning to get cramped. Charlie was so wide he took up more than half our bed. I was pretty wide myself now too, making it so we were basically pressed into each other’s muscles all night long. Come to think of it, I’d never had better sleep than these last two nights. Both of us had long since passed the point of sleeping with clothes on. I had attempted to do so the first night, wearing my expensive briefs to bed only to wake up and find my huge boner had shredded through them to free itself. Charlie also had a raging boner this morning, and the way he was sleeping it nearly reached his mouth. God what I would give to see that man suck himself off, he was clearly big enough to easily reach his throbbing mushroom head. 

I reached for the larger than a forearm penis my boyfriend had attached to his groin. I swear his dick gets a little bit thicker every time I see it. Even my meatier hands could only grasp 80% of its thickness. At the sense of my touch, Charlie’s dick twitched. I started the long journey up its shaft, simultaneously scooching myself closer to him and wrapping my free hand around his shoulder to play with his perky nipple. When our pecs grew, so did our nipples; Charlies grew perkier and stuck out like a slightly bigger tic tac. My own expanded to the size of a half dollar. I can’t imagine how good his nips must feel now. He was a deep sleeper, but I could sense by his breaths and tensing body that he was in pure pleasure. My pace on his dick sped up, doing my best to service his entire rod with just one hand. Charlie had long been a two-hand job, but sometimes I can’t resist playing with his nipples. He began to show signs of being close to cumming, and my ass couldn’t help but wish that thing was inside it. I wanted, no, needed Charlie to plug me up. Never before had I been this sex crazed, I wonder if it’s a side effect of using that body wash. Part of me didn’t care, because we could fuck for hours on end and still be ready for more in no time. 

For now, though, my mouth would do. As his dick began to erupt, Charlie stirred awake with a big inhale.

“Fuck D, I was having the wildest dream. But it doesn’t even compare to you.” 

The corny and cheesy lines just never let up from the world’s sexiest and most hung college freshman. Meanwhile I was getting a throatful of cum shot inside me. Charlie wanted to kiss me badly, he always has when he woke up. Finally, his cum started to slow down, enough for me to pop it out of my mouth and not have to worry about it spraying anywhere unwanted. I rolled over on top of him, pressing his still spurting dick against our hard abs and kissed him long and hard. My mouth was still covered and filled with his cum but he didn’t care. Charlie couldn’t care less if he was covered in cum, much less getting a mouthful. Something that I’m not entirely sure was a side effect of the washes.

With our washboard ripped torsos freshly coated in the rest of Charlie’s cum, I rolled off of him. Carefully I slid off our bed and headed towards the bathroom. Countless times had I taken the exact same route to the toilet, but this was only the second time after getting huge. With my beefed up hands I grasped my 7.2 thick as fuck inches and took a leak. I don’t know how long it’ll take to get used to this thing but let me tell you, when your dick is long enough you can feel your own pee flowing all the way through it, it’s almost as good of a feeling as cumming. And never before in my life had I pissed for so long in the mornings. It’s like all this growth turned everything about us up, I stood there emptying my hose for the better part of 3 minutes. A steady stream all the way through. Oh and the best part? The actual best part? It came out so powerfully that I didn’t have to worry about it going anywhere it wasn’t pointed. No more sideways or split streams in the morning, thank god. Just one steady stream every time. That almost makes it sound like I’m bragging but c’mon, we all know how annoying that is. 

I dabbed a few squares of tp on the big head of my dick even though I knew I didn’t have to. Never had I ever gotten fully empty before either. There was always that last little drop that would, without fail, leak down your legs. But no more, my shaft was cleared and wiping was a thing of the past. Just then Charlie walked in next to me, crowding up our bathroom with his hulking body. He didn’t even have a hand on his foot long as he started emptying the floodgates. And that’s almost an understatement. I thought my own stream was impressive, but Charlie’s made mine look like a garden hose full of holes. Again all without laying a hand on it, even the stream was impressively thick. With him still pissing, I got behind him and pulled him into a tight embrace, making sure to smear the still creamy cum from my chest onto his back before hopping into the shower. 

Both of us had agreed that from that Friday on, absolutely no clothes would be worn in our room. It was constricting enough for Charlie to wear clothes while out and so I happily agreed to it. Although I was a bit hesitant inviting our mutual friend Tanner over for the night. The both of us had known Tanner since middle school, and I may or may not have dated him in 10th grade. Tanner was bi, and definitely had his fair share of flings so he was no stranger to what he was about to get into. Luckily for us, he never smelled us fresh out the shower so he’d be unaware that we’ve never been giants. Unlucky for him, he was a short king. Even before Charlie and I grew, Tanner was far shorter than us at only 5’7. But what he lacked in height he made up for in sheer musculature. Never before had I met someone so jacked as him, before mass anyway. The guy was a walking wet dream. Muscles in all the right places, a tight firm ass, and veins popping out all over his body. He was also nicely inked out and had that super fine chest hair dusting his thick pecs. 

“He’s here, D,” I heard from the shower. Fuck, I wasn’t finished yet and still had to get rid of the empty bottle of body wash. It would have to wait, I guess. I jumped out of the shower and quickly tossed one of our too small towels along my waist and answered the door.

“Damn, Davie, do you always answer the door half naked?”

“Usually it’s fully naked,” chimed in Charlie. Tanner glanced over at him, and his eyes went wide. Charlie was sprawled out on our couch, his giant penis draped over his tree trunk thigh and fully flexing both his football sized biceps. Tanner promptly returned the gesture by flexing his own big arms, they looked about the same size as mine are now. 

“We do have a new rule, no clothes allowed. Would be a shame if you didn’t follow it.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice, big guy!” He stepped inside and threw his tight polo off. Shortly after were his jeans, and a surprise that he was going commando. Now, Tanner had never been that big downstairs either. He was purely average at about 2.6 soft and 4.75 hard but he knew how to use it well. His little (in comparison to us) dick was rock hard instantly. “You guys mind if I freshen up a bit? Had a rough night last night.”

“Go for it, just don’t take too long.”

He started the water and left the door open. I turned to Charlie and saw his monster was angry again and decided to relieve it before our guest was done. He held his hands out while I straddled his rod before plunging down on the apple sized head. I’d taken him so many times before and the feeling never gets old. His entire 17 inches slowly disappeared inside me and all I could feel was a wave of pleasure. I leaned down to kiss him while he began thrusting in and out. But our intimacy was interrupted abruptly when I caught a familiar scent. Sandalwood and whiskey. It was faint, not nearly as strong as it usually is. But how? Charlie had used the last bit on me.

“You did use the last of it right?”

“Uh, there may have been a teeny tiny little bit left in the bottle.”

“Charlie! He’s gonna find out!”

“Let him then, more fun for us!”

He was right in the end. What’s so bad about Tanner growing? The shower turned off and a few moments later Tanner emerged. I had to spin around while still impaled by Charlie to see the results.

“Hope you guys don’t mind but I used the last bit of your body wash. Had to water it down to get it all though, don’t want to waste it and all. My body feels great though so thanks for letting me refresh!” He ran a hand up along his arm and bicep before cupping his pec. “Man, I feel pumped!”

“Tanner, we have to talk.” He’s heard me use that tone before and knew it was serious. “You are pumped, that soap you used helped Charlie and I get to what we look like now. You’re unaware of our changes because you need to smell the soap to recognize it happened. But your muscles did grow.”

“Oh shit. You guys haven’t always been like this?”

“Nope. You used to be the most muscular out of us. I was the tallest and Charlie had the biggest dick. How much did you weigh?”

“Exactly 190. Where’s the scale?” I pointed to it in the corner, and proceeded to lift myself up off Charlie’s pole. “Well, I’ll be damned, I’m 202 now.” It was really insane when you think about how little soap he must have used, and it still resulted in him gaining 12 pounds of muscle. Now imagine how big a 202 pound 5’7 guy is; his muscles looked just as impressive as mine. 

I hoisted my body up off Charlie’s pole with a wet pop. The two of us made Tanner look like a dwarf. One that was super eager to get fucked by two giants. Charlie grabbed the shorter man firmly, hands along his lats and lifted him up above his huge dick. I was shocked honestly, even with the huge size of his muscles I didn’t think Charlie could easily lift a 200 plus pound man like that. With Tanner still suspended above Charlie’s dick, I closed the gap on Tanner but right before reaching him Charlie suddenly eased his arms and gently slid him down his huge rod. It was a miracle that it went in Tanner’s ass so smoothly. Gravity surely helped as well as the fact his dick was still wet from when he was inside me. Tanner of course was beet red, somewhere between agony and bliss as he slid further and further down Charlie’s dick. All he could manage were a few moans and grunts, his mind surely lost in some other world. 

I took that as my cue to swallow his dick. I use the world swallow because of our size difference, his entire shaft and balls fit neatly inside my mouth. I’d always been pretty good at blowjobs but being able to fit a guy’s balls in your mouth in addition to his dick is a whole different thing. I used my tongue to play with his balls a bit before pulling off them, and continued to service his dick with my mouth. Meanwhile Charlie had begun to use Tanner’s body like a fleshjack, moving him up and down himself all while standing. Did I mention Charlie was standing? He was supporting most of Tanner’s body weight with just his dick. I could tell it wasn’t without effort though, as his body started to shimmer from a bit of sweat forming.

Tanner continued his sounds of pleasure while both Charlie and I picked up the pace. You’d think it would be hard to blow a guy while he’s being slid up and down 17 inches but I found it fun. There were some moments I’d nibble on him just a bit, and he’d squirt a little bit of pre down my throat in response. My own dick was feeling a bit left out, but then I thought of something truly wild. 

I pulled my mouth off Tanner and said, “Timeout!” Charlie let Tanner slide down to his lime sized balls while I got into position. I got on my hands like a handstand, my dick flopping onto my abs with a loud thwack and bent my legs so my feet rested upon Tanner’s broad shoulder muscles. It was the perfect height for him to bend slightly down and eat my ass and jerk me off at the same time. “Oh yeah, now we’re talking.”

Charlie resumed with his human fleshjack, and I was essentially doing pushups in order to keep Tanner close enough to eat me out. And let me tell you once he started going at it, it was incredibly hard for me to not give into the pleasure and fall over. 

This new tangled up mess we were in proved to be too much for Tanner, and he began spraying my back with cum. Me being the reactive cummer I am, joined him after he tugged my dick one last time. My own dick didn’t have the pleasure of being so close to a washable barrier, and shot across our room onto the bathroom door. I tumbled to the floor once finished and just sat there, looking up at the sight in front of me. I’d never really seen Charlie, or Tanner, from this angle before and both of them continued to impress me. I watched Charlie speed up before buckling his knees slightly and ripping Tanner off his eager to erupt cum volcano. Just in time I might add. Eruption was also somehow an understatement. Charlie’s giant angry dick began cumming with the power of five eruptions combined. Cups and cups of his cum shot powerfully one after the other, onto Tanner, onto me, onto everything within an eight-foot radius. His big balls only eased up after 15 or so ropes, still just as powerful as the first before the final large glob of cum formed along the tip of his fist sized and gloriously pink cockhead. I took it upon myself to drink the gift presented in front of us, happily swallowing every ounce of it. All in all, Charlie must have cum around a gallon of the irresistible stuff. 

“I’m guessing you didn’t use to cum a literal gallon before you grew?” asked Tanner.

“Nope. But I didn’t hear anyone complain about my big loads before either.”

“I knew your loads were big before!” Tanner was right, Charlie was a big cummer before too. Now it’s just been amplified, not just for him but for the three of us. My balls were even bigger than Charlie’s but my loads weren’t anywhere near his, and Tanner probably could cum twice as much as he used to just from the tiny amount of soap he used. 

While Tanner rinsed his cum soaked body off (with regular body wash this time) Charlie and I washed all his cum off the various places it landed around our room. Luckily, for whatever reason, the soap super-hydrated our cum so it doesn’t dry out quickly and is easy to wipe off of most surfaces. Who knows what other effects this soap has on us.

Tanner emerged from the bathroom smelling fresh and looking as hot as ever. Seriously it surprises me this guy doesn’t have people begging to sleep with him, he’s just that gorgeous. Plus his new added bulk made him look built like a tank.

Winter break came the next day. It was invigorating to return home with news that after all this time, Charlie and I were finally dating. Both our moms wouldn’t stop talking about it, how their little (note not so little anymore) boys would be together for the rest of their lives. And they couldn’t have been more right. I had a deep connection with Charlie, always have; and now that connection would never be severed. We were meant for each other. Mr. Price actually pulled me aside and had “the talk” with me… Trust me sir, you don’t even know half of what your son and I have gotten into. There was no way I could explain the effects of the soap to him, so I just agreed to be “safe.” Now, due to the soap there was no reason for us to need to be safe. Neither of us could get any form of unwanted afflictions, same with Tanner to a lesser extent. The soap gave us the freedom to have sex without a condom, not that a condom would even fit on our rods. Or last through our loads probably.

Apart from that, we had a relatively normal holiday season. But the magic of sharing a New Year’s kiss with your giant hulking boyfriend is a moment I will never forget no matter how much brain damage I suffer. He pulled me close and hoisted me off the ground while I wrapped my legs around his muscular torso. I swear we kissed for the entire night, not wanting the magic to end. Being with Charlie just felt like a movie, we were truly deep in love.

Back at school I was counting down the days until Valentine’s Day. I’d only celebrated it once before, not officially mind you, with Tanner. The both of us were significant other-less (surprising for him) and decided to say fuck it and celebrate together as friends with benefits. But with Charlie, I needed it to be perfect. And being the horny bastard the soap made me, it needed to be sexy too. With a little dash of cheesy. I found a website that would make you a custom edible thong, all you had to do was send a picture of your junk with dimensions, what you wanted the hearts to say, and what flavor the hearts should be. Easy as pie, this thing had been measured plenty of times. Just had to come up with something corny for the message. I settled on “Cum to Papa” and submitted the form with my package size with the berry smoothie heart flavor option. 

The store actually emailed me back asking if that really was the size of my junk and that they would need photo evidence. Fine by me honestly, a gift for the overly sexy guy I was envisioning behind the support desk. I took a few pics of my uncut American junk and proudly sent them along, to which the website replied with a “Congrats!” and confirmed my order. They even added a bonus bow tie for free. Now that the sexy gift was done, it took me the next few weeks to find something truly heartfelt for him. But once I laid my eyes on the foldable massage table I knew I found the right thing, and got a bonus pull up bar for Tanner in the same store. Can’t forget about your FWBs.

Now finding a place to hide the extra large table was an issue, I could have Tanner keep it in his dorm but he had 3 roommates so that would be risky. Running out of options I sent a text to my brother George.

Dave: Hey little bro, you know I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need something…

George: Hell no.

Dave: That’s the spirit. Look, all I need is for you to hide something for me.

George: What’s in it for me?

Dave: Well since I’d need to swing by anyway, I’ll be home for your Bday.

George: Fine. Mom’s taking me driving tomorrow, we’ll come get it then.

Dave: Knew I could count on you. Give Ma a hug for me.

The little bugger left me on read.

The day finally came, not February 14th of course. I’m talking about the 13th, my brother’s birthday. Keeping true to my word, I got Charlie up and out of bed early enough to get ready to drive me over. This was the first time both of us had been clothed at the same time since New Years. We really did look more insane with clothes on than without. Luckily this week was a schoolwide study week, which meant no classes so we could afford to go home. On the way there I asked him, “Are you really sure you don’t want to join us this year? Wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“Yeah, I’m just not feeling it. I didn’t even see him at all over winter break. Last I saw him was probably his last birthday.” I could hear from his tone that he didn’t really want to miss it, but I understood.

“All right well no backsies. Just don’t forget what tomorrow is!”

“Wednesday?”

I punched him in the chest, his very large and filled with shock absorbing muscle chest. We stayed quiet most of the rest of the calm drive. At around 11am we pulled up to my house. I quickly gave Charlie a kiss on the cheek and thanked him before grabbing my bag from the trunk and heading up the walkway to the front door.

The moment I stepped through the door I was assaulted by a loud “Surprise!” accompanied by confetti cannons. Nobody told me his birthday party was going to be a surprise party. A poorly executed one at that. I helped everyone clean up as best they could but not before the actual birthday boy walked in. The look on his face was priceless, and I let out a half-assed “Surprise” of my own, while our Mom looked mortified. At least it made for a memorable birthday. Shortly after Mom was done apologizing to “her little Geo” she brought out the cake for everyone to sing around.

“Happy Birthday!” Everyone sang as my brother blew out the 16 shaped candle. Lucky for Mom George was a good sport and while he wasn’t surprised the way she had hoped, he was in fact, surprised. That’s a success in my book.

The next morning, I was kind of freaking out because I was expecting some sort of lovey-dovey cheesy Valentine’s day text to wake up to, but I hadn’t heard from him yet. I rolled off my bed and readjusted my boxers (y’know common decency while home, can’t sleep naked and risk family walking in). Shirt was to be kept off, at least for the time being. “Morning honey,” my mom was always on point with breakfast. Something I missed very dearly after moving out.

“Morning Ma. Have you heard from Charlie yet? I was surprised he hadn’t messaged me yet.” I slid into our kitchen table next to her and began assembling my egg sandwich.

“I have not Day (her nickname for me), I’m sorry. But I’m sure you’ll be with your knight in shining armor soon. Charlie is such a sweet boy.” My heart sank, Charlie would never forgive me for missing this day. She took the final sip of her coffee and cleared her plate. With that she smooched me on the forehead and got up to go find my brother. She was a tall lady, before I grew taller she could still easily reach it even with both of us standing; now it just took her a bit more effort to get up there.

“At least I still have you here with me” I thought, speaking to the breakfast sandwich I had just completed. Of course, though the first bite into it some egg burst out of it onto my chest. Never really had that problem before, but with the real estate they take up it was bound to happen with something sloppy. I scooped up the bit of it with a finger, the motion slightly pressing into my meaty chest and sending a wild sensation down to my dick. Ugh not now, I was saving my load for Charlie. Shaking it off I resumed eating my very large breakfast and took off back to my room just as my Mom and brother returned to the kitchen.

Back in my room I shut the door and immediately climbed out of my boxers. It’s such a liberating feeling when you’re hung like me to feel the fresh air on your unrestricted package. I gave my body a good stretch, really loosening my muscles. When you’re as tall as me, stretching out after waking up feels 10 times better than normal. Especially since we didn’t have access to an extra-large bed and were often cramped together. Even my full size bed at my parents was comically small for me now. I sat down on the edge of it and decided I wasn’t going to think about Charlie any more until I finally saw his beautiful face. With my legs still spread open (keeping them closed was a thing of the past at my size) I heard my door begin to open.

“Fuck!” I yelled just as my brother’s face appeared in the now open doorway.

“Mom’s gonna kill you for using language.”

“And I’m going to kill you for not knocking first! Seriously! It’s my bedroom.”

So much for common decency. He didn’t even look like he was fazed at all from me being naked. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen me naked though. Just like with Charlie, George and I had often found each other exposed plenty of times growing up. Before our parents moved into this house the two of us shared a room for the better part of 10 years.. It was however the first time he’d seen me naked since I moved out. I know he has no idea the body he’s looking at wasn’t the same as before but I secretly wished he knew just how big and hunky I’ve become. I didn’t even bother to cover up, nothing within proximity was large enough to cover me anyways.

“What do you want?”

“Damn that’s cold, Mom just wanted me to let you know Charlie’s on his way from their house. So get your ass in the shower, you stink!”

“Oh, I stink? Is that right?” I moved off the bed and grabbed his arm before he could flee. Not even caring that my dick was mere inches from my brother, I pulled him even closer and made sure to get my stink all over him. His face was forced between my pecs, giving him a strong whiff of whatever musk came from me.

“Gross, let me go!” He pushed away from me and I let him regain his freedom. I loved the little bugger more than most brothers do. He rushed out of my room fake gagging and I moved to my ensuite. I didn’t really smell bad did I? Whatever, didn’t matter. Charlie would be here in less than 30 minutes, and this big body takes at least 15 to wash. Despite the bathroom itself being significantly smaller than the one at school, my shower was much bigger. Since I’ve always been a tall boy, my parents thought it would be nice to give my shower a rainfall showerhead, straight from the 9-foot ceilings. Thankfully it didn’t extend much from the ceiling before turning into water, so I fit perfectly underneath it with my added height. After showering in our tiny shower at school for so long, it felt nice getting my whole body underneath the flowing water for a change. Something I was going to miss dearly after going back. Not having time on my side, I couldn’t enjoy the feeling for too long before starting to get clean. I shut the water off and reached around the curtain for my towel.

“Looking for this?” a heavenly voice called out from beyond. I opened the shower curtain so fast I nearly tore the whole thing apart.

“Charlie!” I would have leapt into his arms soaking wet right then and there if I had the space to, but a small bathroom plus two huge dudes doesn’t grant me the ability to do so. He walked over to me and pulled me close, getting his clothes wet while doing so. We just stood there for a bit, enjoying each other’s presence and body heat before I finally pushed off just enough to press my lips against his. With our arms still tightly wrapped around each other I asked him, “How did you get here so fast?”

“Your Mom let me in this morning, I’ve been hiding out with your brother while you got ready.” He winked. Damn my own mother played me like a fool. No wonder George looked like he was about to burst keeping this a secret. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Dave.”

He handed me a box wrapped in the typical bright pink and full of hearts gift wrap. Where it was hiding on his hulking body who knows. It had a surprising heft to it, something I wasn’t expecting from its size. But nowadays normal sizes are foreign to me, even from everyday objects. Eager to see what was inside, I opened it and gasped, “Oh my god!” 

It was another bottle of M.A.S.S, even bigger than the first.

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Secret Santa by BRK Joe’s crew at his new firehouse are destined to become very important to him, but the extent to which he’s more and more heart-thuddingly attracted to his handsome, well-muscled workmates worries him more than a little. 3 parts 15k words Added Dec 2016 19k views 5.0 stars (15 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Multi-abs•Multiarm•Multileg•Multilimb•Three Legs•Replication•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Always Shirtless•Incest•Brothers•Selfcest•Christmas•Complete •M/M•M/M/M/...