Hank and Greyson

by Greggrth   

Two hikers get lost in the woods and stumble upon a kindly man in his house who offers them a place to rest and some of his homemade treats. What could go wrong?

It had started off as such a beautiful hike; the sun had been shinning out of a clear blue sky, the heat tempered by the cool breeze that rippled the trees. The way the leaves and branches rustled overhead was like the calming crashing of waves on a shore. There’d be gaps where they could look out at the rolling valleys below and the peaks way off in the distance. They couldn’t have asked for better scenery.

Then the storm clouds came.

Like some great beast prowling behind them, dark anvil grey clouds crawled across the sky. The once gentle breeze had picked up, pushing at their backs and whipping through the tress. Grayson was holding onto the bulky backpack of his boyfriend in front of him, casting glances over his shoulder to watch the storm as it was closing in. Too busy looking behind him, he misstepped, his hiking boot catching a rock. His grip on Hank’s backpack kept him upright, Hank barely stopping or seeming to notice his boyfriend pulling on him.

“Are we near the campsite yet?” Grayson asked. “I thought you said it was only a few minutes away, and that was about an hour ago.”

“Slight exaggeration,” grumbled Hank, focused intently on the phone in his meaty hands. The signal was spotty to begin with and now the storm seemed to be making it worse. The arrow that was supposed to mark their progress hadn’t moved for a while now. “We should have come across it by now.”

“So we’re lost, then.”

“We’ll be fine,” said Hank, putting on his low, reassuring voice. “Worse comes to worst we’ll find a clearing and pitch the tent.”

He hefted his backpack. When they’d set off on their hike, Grayson had marvelled at the amount of equipment and gear his boyfriend had packed. It was a good thing he was so strong, he needed his whole 6’2” frame and we’ll shaped musculature to carry it all.

Grayson’s bag was a lot smaller, containing mostly clothes, toiletries and whatever was small and light. He was just under the 6-foot mark himself and had a more slender build than his boyfriend. He felt self-conscious of his soft stomach; he’d only had the faintest line of definition when the pair had met and comfort and happiness had softened him out over time. Meanwhile Hank was still in top shape, his core as tight and sculpted as it had ever been, the tight, defined shoulders peeking out from under the straps of the bag and his toned arms rippling as he swung the phone as though trying to catch a better signal..

Another gust of wind pushed at Grayson from behind, sending his dark hair to flutter across his face. “Not sure we’d be able to keep the tent if we tried to put it up in this.”

“I’d keep it weighed down,” Hank said with a chuckle. “I think this is the path we have to follow,” he pointed at barely discernible trail between the grass and trees. “That should get us to the site.”

“Lead the way.”

With the storm still pressing at their backs they followed the narrow trail as it lead them deeper into the woods. The thick trees sheltered them from the wind but the swaying canopy overhead rained down twigs and leaves and other little things to pepper down on them. Grayson kept a tight grip on Hank’s backpack, not wanting to risk getting separated. Between the canopy above and the clouds themselves, there was significantly less sunlight than what they’d been enjoying not too long ago.

After over half an hour, with plenty of trips and stumbles along the way, a flash lightened up the forest. Grayson flinched at the light, shoulders tensing, counting to 4 before the rumble of thunder overhead rolled. As though that had broken the seal the clouds opened and the patter of rain joined the chorus of wind and swaying branches. The canopy protected them for a while but soon the pair were soaked. Hank kept brushing his usually curly dark blond hair off his face as the water plastered it to his cheek. His tank top clung to his chest and core, nipples pert and poking against the material too. He’d long ago stuffed his phone away, having given up trying to get a signal and was now scanning the surroundings for somewhere to stop.

“I think I see a break in the tree line that way!” he called out over his shoulder, pointing to the right.

“Wouldn’t it be better to stay under the trees for shelter?”

“There’s not enough space to put the tent up in here, too many roots and shit. Unless you want to try and take shelter under me.”

“You’re right, rather huddle up in a tent than just on the ground.”

“Clear space it is.”

Hank led the way towards the clearing, stomping through the undergrowth to make a better path for Grayson who kept his death grip on the backpack. The pair managed to leave the tight confines of the wood with just a few scratches and stepped out into unsheltered deluge of rain. The prospect of trying to put up a tent in the downpour was not something either were looking forward to, so when they saw the clearing wasn’t as empty as Hank had thought, it was with a flicker of hope. It was almost as though there was a break in the clouds, granting a spotlight of divine sunlight to shine on the cosy house nestled in the clearing. It looked to be of a Victorian design, about 2 stories with narrow windows looking down on them.

“Thank god,” sighed Hank, marching towards the house, “hopefully there’s someone in to let us take shelter at least until the rain lets up.”

“And what if it’s empty?” asked Grayson, looking around and not seeing any cars or modes of transport nearby. For that matter he couldn’t really see a road or any means of even reaching this place.

“Then we might just have to let ourselves in.”

“Hank!”

“I’m kidding, calm down.”

The pair huddled under the porch, Hank taking the brass knocker and rapping it smartly against the white door. They waited for a few seconds, Hank debating whether to knock again just as the door opened.

“Oh, hello there.”

The man greeting them was…exceedingly handsome. He had long, dark hair, a few streaks of grey whisking out at his temples, while the loose ponytail draped down his shoulder was jet black. Sharp eyebrows were raised in question as chocolate brown eyes roved over the pair on his stoop. He was between the two in height, and although he had broad shoulders his waist and limbs were narrow and graceful, perhaps enhanced by his tight trousers that cinched in his waist.

“Good heavens,” he said, his voice low and soothing, “come in, come in, you both look positively drenched.”

The two hikers voiced their thanks, squelching inside as the homeowner stepped back to let them in. Hank was glad that the house was not only inhabited but by someone so friendly, he felt a flicker of guilt at the plans he’d been making to break in, despite what he’d said to Grayson. His boyfriend however, although grateful for the hospitality, was a bit…suspicious of the friendliness of their host. Call him cynical but he wasn’t used to anyone who would be this nice to a couple of strangers that appeared on their doorstep. Not to mention the “good heavens” and “positively drenched” bit, who the fuck talks like that?!

“Let’s get you two dried off and warmed up shall we?” He began helping Hank take the backpack off, his hands lingering a little too long on his arms for Grayson’s liking. “If you take your shoes off in here and then I’ll show you to the utility where you can use my dryer.”

“Oh, really, that won’t be necessary,” said Grayson, but Hank was already stepping out of his boots.

“That would be great,” he said, “can’t wait to get out of these things.”

“I’ll bet,” the guy chuckled, giving Hank a playful tap on the arm, causing the trinkets on his wrist to rattle.

Hank laughed along while Grayson seethed. “Really, we don’t want to be too much trouble, just a place to take shelter from the storm Mr…”

A flash of white teeth made Grayson blink for a moment, dazzling him with a smile that made him forget his jealousy for a moment. “You can call me Trey. And please, it’s no trouble at all. I very rarely get the chance to entertain when I’m out here, being so far off the beaten path. Which does make me wonder…what are you doing out here?”

“We were supposed to be meeting friends at the Green Acres campsite,” said Hank, following Trey as he lead them down the hallway and through the kitchen. He became momentarily distracted by the warm smell of treats baking in the oven, his stomach gurgling and mouth watering at the heavenly aroma. Grayson, mindful of the wet foot prints they were leaving on the tiles, didn’t take much notice of the smells.

“Green Acres?” repeated Trey, flicking the wall switch above the dryer to turn it on. “You must have been turned around quite a bit. That’s quite a few miles away from here.”

“It is?!” spluttered Grayson.

“Oh…but the…the map on my phone said—”

“Not a worry, not a worry,” Trey cut Hank off by putting a finger to his lips. Hank was so startled by it he stopped talking, while Grayson barely resisted the urge to jump him. “You can stay here for the night, the both of you, then be on your way in the morning.” He waved them both down when they started to protest, “I insist. This storm isn’t likely to go anywhere soon and you’d be hard pressed to get to the campsite before it got too dark to travel.” As though to punctuate his words there was another crash of thunder. “I’ll leave you to undress and I’ll get you a little snack.”

As Trey sauntered back towards the kitchen, he gave Hank another glancing brush with his fingers in passing, catching a water droplet from his forearm and flicking it away. The smirk he cast Grayson’s way made his blood boil.

Once Trey closed the door behind him, Grayson smacked Hank’s arm. “Hey!” Hank laughed, shuffling away in what little space there was in the narrow room. “What was that for?”

“Stop letting him flirt with you,” Grayson grumbled, glaring back at the door.

“D’aaaw, babe,” Hank cooed as he came up behind his boyfriend, wrapped him up in his burly arms and hugged him tight. Grayson put up a token struggle before accepting the embrace, settling into the hug gratefully. “I’m just being nice. I mean; think about it from his point of view. This tall, strong, well cut stud comes in, all sopping wet, clothes clinging to his rock hard abs—”

Grayson groaned, lifting Hank’s arms off of him while his boyfriend chuckled. Unperturbed, Hank gripped the base of his wet tank and peeled it off, slowly. He revealed his abs brick by brick, twisting his hips to accentuate his ridiculously sculpted Adonis belt. His lats flared out as he lifted his arms, grinning face disappearing behind the material as he lifted it over his head, his pecs bouncing slightly when he brought his arms back down. He then balled the top up, provocatively dabbing at his core to collect the little bits of moisture between his tightly packed abs.

“Damn it,” Grayson grumbled, realising he’d been staring when he was supposed to be being mad. He quickly tried to regain his annoyance but it faltered again when Hank unbuttoned his jeans and slowly opened his fly.

With a wiggle of his hips the jeans slipped down, revealing his clinging boxers. The rain had been heavy enough that the water had soaked through, making the material hug his cock as it swayed with his shimmying. His seductive sway became somewhat stiff when his jeans started bunching against his burly thighs; the heads of muscle swelling up as he had to put a bit of effort.

“Fuck,” he grunted, losing all his sexy points as his wet jeans got stuck on his feet and he had to flail around to get them off. Grayson snickered as Hank quickly straightened up, putting his hands on his hips and trying to regain his alluring posture. His chest and core rippled slightly from his quickened breathing until he got it back under control.

“Well cut stud indeed,” said Grayson in a low voice, earning a wide grin from his boyfriend. While he was distracted, Grayson grabbed the waistband of Hank’s boxers, pulled and then let them snap back with a crack and a wince from Hank.

“Ow,” he pouted, but then quirked his eyes mischievously. “You’re right, should probably take these off too.”

Before Grayson could do more than open his mouth, Hank pushed his boxers down, stepped out, kicked them up and then snatched them out of the air. His gorgeous cock swung back and forth, slapping against his thighs before coming to rest, his balls not hanging as low due to the cold but still looking decently ample. Grayson looked at the door behind him, back to Hank’s cock, then back to the door again…then back to the cock.

“Stop fucking around and cover up before he comes back.”

Hank just chuckled, bending over to scoop up all his clothes, purposefully pressing his ass into Grayson’s crotch. He gave a little wiggle before straightening up again and depositing everything into the dryer. While he started getting clothes out of the bags Grayson stripped down too, wringing his shirt off over the sink before throwing them in the machine. He was reaching for the bag just as Hank was putting on some grey sweats, minus the underwear.

“Are you kidding me?” Grayson scoffed.

Face the picture of feigned innocence, Hank pulled on the drawstrings of his sweats, tightening the waistband his hips. “What?” he asked, swaying his hips back and forth, his cock visibly swinging freely beneath the material. “That was the only underwear I brought.”

“No it isn’t, I packed plenty for you.”

“Exactly,” Hank chuckled, donning another vest and heading for the door, “you packed my underwear, I didn’t.”

Before Grayson could protest, Hank opened the door, forcing him back to avoid showing off his own soggy underwear clad self. Fuming, Grayson quickly dressed, muttering under his breath until a loud crack of thunder had him jump nearly a foot in the air. He quickly turned the dryer on and headed back into the kitchen.

Hank was sat at the big wooden table in the middle of the kitchen, a plate of what Grayson took to be gingerbread men in front of him. He had his head back, laughing at something Trey had said, standing opposite leaning against the towering fridge. He certainly cut a fine figure, his long, shapely legs crossed and his long fingers clutching a big steaming mug. He was smiling over the rim of the mug at Hank, eyes practically devouring him. He barely paid Greyson any mind when he entered, only when he scraped the chair out next to Hank and sat down.

“Help yourself,” he said, in a somewhat chilly voice to Grayson’s ear. He gestured with his mug at the plate on the table. The plate was indeed filled with gingerbread men, but these particular men looked like they’d been pumping iron while in the oven. Trey had decorated them with icing to make the bloated form look muscular and strong. The heads looked a bit small in comparison, Greyson thought cattily, although he had to admit the muscles did look good if cartoonishly big.

Hank reached out and took on, making it waddle across the table on its stocky legs. “Trey was just saying he wished he could make them as shapely as me but they just grow out of control!” he laughed, making the ginger bodybuilder jump up and take a bite off his head and traps. “Luckily I’m on a cut right now because when I’m on a bulk I get huge!”

“Do you now?” Trey practically purred.

Hank nodded, taking another bite and talking with his mouthful. “Yeah, it’s not bad, getting to eat so much, even though sometimes I feel so full I could burst. A lot of my followers like the bulked out look too, get a lot of requests to see my gut after I eat a while pizza! Oh, that reminds me,” having finished his first gingerbread bodybuilder, he grabbed a second and brought out his phone, “could I get your WiFi password and post these? I’ll tag you too, what’s your Insta?”

“Oh I…I’m afraid there’s no…WiFi here.”

Greyson, who had been eying the treats, trying to ignore them with the sight of Trey’s trim waist and mindful of his own shape, nearly snapped his neck whipping round to look at their host. “What do you mean?”

His words came out sharper than he’d intended, so much so Trey’s eyebrow twitched as though he wanted to quirk it but resisted at the last second. “I meant what I said. There’s no WiFi. I come here to get away from the world and the stress of social media.”

“But…what do you do?” Hank asked, munching on his biscuit, the picture forgotten for now. “You can’t stream films or music…do you just…read?”

Trey chuckled, the tension leaving him and his movements becoming more fluid again. “Yes, I do read, and I can still play music on these things called CDs and watch films on DVDs. Once, I even had cassettes and VHS as well. Come now, you’re not so young you can’t live without the internet?”

Hank laughed, nodding his head and holding his hands up in surrender. “Fair dos, fair dos. Guess it can be good to disconnect for a bit.” He groped the plate for another biscuit. “These are really great by the way, so good. You gotta have one babe.”

“I’m good thanks,” said Greyson.

“Well, I’m glad someone likes them,” said Trey, somewhat pointedly. He pushed himself off from the fridge, turned to open the door and foraged around inside. “I know they can get a bit dry so let me get you some milk to go with them.”

He pulled a large carton of milk out of the fridge, set it in the table and then began searching in the cupboards for a glass. There was no label of the brand or anything in sight, Greyson couldn’t tell what shop it could have come from. Trey set two large pint glasses on the table and filled them up, the fullest one he pushed towards Hank.

“Cheers,” said Hank, wiping the crumbs off his chin from his fifth biscuit. He then proceeded to down the whole pint, Greyson watching in confusion as his boyfriends Adam’s Apple bobbed with every gulp. “Ahhh,” he sighed contentedly when he’d finished, quickly liking his milk moustache off and setting the glass back down.

“Someone’s got quite the appetite,” said Trey. He gave Hank an appreciative nod and smile before adding to Greyson, “You’d best hurry before huge Hank eats them all.”

Hank laughed, more than was necessary in Greyson’s opinion, although when he put an arm around his boyfriend to pull him close, Greyson did shoot Trey a catty look. Their host didn’t seem perturbed however, he was more interested in the biceps Hank was flexing. “I like that, ‘Huge Hank’!”

Greyson resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It was hardly the first time anyone had called him ‘huge Hank’, he had a swarm of followers that constantly filled his feed with that monicker over his various social media accounts, and Greyson himself had even called him that more than once in bed. Hank did like his ego being stroked, and talking about how big he was always got his motor going.

Deciding to take advantage of the closeness, Greyson laid a possessive hand on his boyfriend’s chest and kissed him on the cheek. “Oh, I know how to deal with huge Hank,” he said, all the while watching Trey from the edges of his vision, “he’s a lot to handle if you don’t know how.”

Hank gave a low chuckle, turning to nuzzle Greyson, surprising him somewhat considering Hank wasn’t normally one for PDA. Greyson tried to hide his surprise as Hank’s lips found his neck and he began to kiss him lightly, his arm tightening against his back. Colour began to heat Greyson’s cheeks as he looked over at Trey.

Their host was unfazed. He simply smiled at Greyson, lifting his mug as though in toast. He did however lean forward and push the plate of biscuits closer, waiting until Greyson picked one up before taking a step back.

“I’ll give you two a moment,” he said, backing out of the kitchen.

As soon as he was out of sight, Greyson gently pushed Hank back. “What are you doing?” he hissed, trying to keep his voice down.

Hank drew back, his eyes heavy lidded and a lopsided grin across his face. “You started it,” he purred, his voice low and husky. Eyes going down Greyson could see Hank had a semi starting to tent his grey sweats.

“Well, I had to do something, the way you two were flirting with each other! I had to make it clear you were taken.”

“And me kissing you back helped, right?” he leant in again, kissing Grayson on his nose. Flustered, Grayson lost his trail of thought. Hank playfully snatched the biscuit from his hand and bit it in half. “Gotta be quicker than that babe.”

“I’m not that fussed,” sighed Greyson, gesturing at the nearly empty plate. “I never really liked gingerbread. You can have my milk too if you want.”

“Sweet!”

Grayson watched as his boyfriend finished off all the biscuits on the plate and then slammed back the glass of milk right afterwards. He then came in for a kiss, his tongue slipping into Grayson’s with a sharp taste of ginger.

“Cut it out,” Greyson laughed, whipping the milk Hank had left on his lips. “What’s gotten into you? Are they that good?”

“Should have tried them when you had the chance.”

The storm outside had no intention of moving on. The two hikers and their host listened to the rain pelting the windows within the cosy living room of the house nestled deep within the woods. Trey was sat in an armchair while Hank and Greyson were sunk deep in a very soft loveseat. Greyson had his legs drawn up, resting on the arm while Hank was slouched down, head back and his legs spread, one hand caressing Greyson’s leg absently. Outside the darkness was only deepening as the sun started to set.

“I’m glad we didn’t head back out,” said Hank. “We’d have been stumbling around in the dark and soaked to the bone.”

“I hope the others are all right. Would have been nice to check in on them.”

Grayson was still simmering over the lack of connection with the outside world. Not only did Trey not have any WiFi or internet connection, he didn’t even have a landline! All well and good wanting to get away from everything for a bit, but it seemed excessive. When Greyson had asked what he did if there was an emergency, like a fire or if Trey ever had an accident, their host had just chuckled and waved away his concerns.

“There’s nothing to worry about, we’re very safe out here,” was all he’d said in the mater.

“I’m sure they’re doing fine,” Max said, echoing Greyson’s thoughts. “We know they got to the campsite all right. Trey, do you mind if we set up our tent in your garden?”

“Whatever for? You’re more than welcome to use my guest bedroom.”

“Well, we don’t want to impose on you anymore—”

“Nonsense, no imposition at all, please, I insist. I’d feel awful if you two were outside in this horrendous weather while I’m safe and cosy inside.”

A well timed thunder clap helped drive the thought of protesting out of Greyson’s mind. “Thank you,” he said, trying to put on a smile. It wasn’t that he was wanting to spend the night outside in this hurricane, it was just the longer they stayed inside, the more Greyson had this creeping sensation on the back of his neck. He didn’t like Trey, not because he was constantly flirting with his boyfriend and commenting on his size, he just didn’t trust his generous nature. It seemed so false.

Hank, however, looked relieved. When Greyson had suggested pitching the tent outside Hank had looked at him like he was crazy. The whole camping trip may have been his idea but Hank drew the line at trying it in this weather. Besides, the house was nice and warm, and Trey seemed like a really sweet old guy. He laid it on a bit thick, constantly complimenting Hank on his body, and normally Hank would have asked him to ease up, but…it felt…good. He liked how Trey called him big, huge, strong. It made him feel larger. He held the cushion over his lap a bit tighter, the last thing he needed was for Greyson to see him sporting a semi. He was regretting freeballing now.

“Hopefully it will be comfortable,” Trey continued, “it doesn’t get much use. It’s a lift conversion, right at the top of the stairs.” He chuckled. “You might find the stairway a bit narrow, Hank.”

“I’m sure I’ll manage,” Hank laughed politely, trying to ignore his cock as it throbbed. He thought about lumbering upstairs, his shoulders brushing the walls, the stairs creaking under his weight. He held the cushion tighter.

“The ceiling is slanted and a bit low in places, so mind your head. You’ll probably feel like a giant in there Hank. You’ll be pinning little Greyson against the wall.”

Hank hoped his laugh didn’t sound as forced as it did in his own ears. Fuck, why was this turning him in so much?! He could picture himself filling this imaginary bedroom, everything looking small and fragile next to his massive form. In his mind Greyson was only level with his chest, looking up at him in wonder, begging him to let him worship his massive body. His cock thickened and swelled between his thighs, pinned under the cushion. He tried to calm down and get the images out of his mind.

Looking over at Greyson helped calm him. His boyfriend looked pissed off. If he’d been a cat his tail would have been up and his back arched. His eyes were ice cold, glaring at Trey so intently it was a wonder their host hadn’t shattered. A spike of guilt help quell his excitable dick when he realised how upset his boyfriend was.

He gave his leg a rub and squeezed his knee. “He’ll be safe with me, I’d never hurt him.”

Like a spring thaw Greyson’s icy demeanour melted away, shoulders falling as the tension trickled away. He smiled and put hand on Hank’s, forgetting Trey at least for the moment. Maybe this trip could still be salvaged.

“I think we’ll retire for the night,” Hank said, talking to Trey but looking only at Greyson.

“By all means,” said Trey from his arm chair. “Like I said, it’s at the very top of the stairs, past the second floor. It has its own en-suite too. The shower takes forever to warm up though.”

“We’ll keep that in mind.”

Hank gestured for Greyson to get up first, earning a little quirk if his eyebrow in confusion. When Hank quickly followed behind him, purposely putting him between his crotch and Trey, comprehension dawned.

“Good night,” said Trey, his long fingers wiggling in a lazy wave as he reached out for a book next to his empty mug.

The pair echoed the sentiment and stepped out into the hallways, retrieving their bags before climbing the stairs.

“I hope the door has a lock,” Greyson mumbled once they were on the second floor. “Might have to check for cameras too.”

Hank chuckled, although he wasn’t sure if Greyson was joking or not. It soon became evident that Trey’s warning about the stairs hasn’t been completely for flirtatious reasons. It was quite narrow, Hank did find his shoulders brushing against the walls as he walked and the stairs creaking under his weight. He swallowed, his dick waking up again.

They stopped for a moment as Greyson jostled with his backpack to open the door. Hank felt like the walls were closing in during those brief seconds. No…the walls weren’t closing in…he was swelling out. He could feel his shoulders stretching wider, pushing against the walls demanding more space. His tank felt tighter across his chest as his pecs swelled out, the stairs starting to sag as his feet shuffled, forced to spread to accommodate his growing thighs. Everything started feeling too small, too cramped for him, he wanted to lift his arms and flex against the walls.

The squeak of the hinges snapped Hank out of his daze. He shook his head, blinking in the normal corridor he wasn’t rapidly filling and had a sudden feeling of…disappointment. Unable to explain the source of that feeling, he pushed it down, following Greyson into the room.

“No wonder he doesn’t get any guests,” Greyson grumbled after he’d switched on the light. The room was tiny, the majority of the space taken up by the bed. The pair stepped in, dumping their bags on the floor, and with a bit of searching found the door to the bathroom hidden behind the main door on the left. Hank stuck his head in, seeing the shower. At his height, he was used to the heads of hotel showers being level with his chin, but this one…

He stepped into the cubical, his shoulders and arms pressing against the tiles on one side and glass on the other. The shower head barely reached his chest. He smirked down at his reflection in the distorted metal, making his head look small while his chest and shoulders were swollen out. He took a breath, his body pressing into the cubical walls. He felt so big. He stared at his reflection, making his pecs bounce, imagining them getting bigger with every jump.

The bathroom light came on. “Hank, what are you doing?”

Almost getting wedged in the shower cubicle, Hank quickly turned round, flustered at being caught. He tried to put on a reassuring smile, struggling to come up with an excuse. When he noticed Greyson’s attention go down, he followed and saw his obvious hardon throbbing in his sweats. His dick stood out to tent the grey material, bouncing and twitching every now and then.

“Erm…” he hedged, staring at his crotch in embarrassment and…confusion. After all the weird size thoughts he’d been having, it should seem odd to think his dick looked bigger than normal…but it did.

Greyson huffed a laugh. “Wow…you look pretty big, cramped in there.”

Hank tore his gaze from his groin to stare at Greyson. “W-what?”

“I said, you look pretty big in there, huge Hank.”

The last he said rather pointedly, earning a twitch from Hank’s cock. Greyson came into the bathroom, approaching the cubicle, Hank feeling trapped and flustered. Smiling, Greyson lifted his chin to kiss his boyfriend gently on the lips, eyes fluttering closed. Hank returned the kiss, but kept his eyes open, looking down at his boyfriend wondering, ‘had he always looked so short?’ Those thoughts were quickly chased away when Greyson closed his grip on Hank’s cock. He moaned against Greyson’s lips, who chuckled and stroked in response. He then broke the kiss and slid down to kneel in front of him.

Grinning up at Hank, Greyson gripped the waistband of his boyfriends sweats and gently eased them down. He nearly jumped back when his cock sprang up, rigid and solid as steel. “Fuck, you nearly knocked me out big guy,” he laughed, unaware how much the word ‘big’ sent a thrill of pleasure through Hank’s groin. Greyson gripped Hank’s cock, pulling down on it, marvelling how much it filled his grasp tonight, bringing the flared head to his lips. He kissed it gently, tongue rolling out to wet the spongy flesh.

“Greyson,” Hank moaned, gripping the edge of the shower cubicle, swaying slightly. His cock felt so sensitive, throbbing against Greyson’s fingers. He could almost imagine it growing with every throb, pushing out more and more against Greyson’s grasp.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Hank hesitated, then shook his head and gestured for Greyson to continue, putting a hand up his own vest to feel his abs and pecs. He closed his eyes, feeling his hands bumping over his tight, shredded core, the weight of his chest as he cupped the underside before teasing his nipple. Meanwhile Greyson had his mouth wrapped round Hank’s cock head, lips tightening on the shaft as he sucked and slurped, his tongue teasing the glands and wetting part of the shaft. His hand gripped the base, gently pumping it, squeezing it tight as he pulled himself closer.

He watched Hank above him touching himself, his vest rolled up with one hand shoved up, his abs tensed and rippled with his breathing, hand squeezing at his chest. His other arm was up behind his head, his biceps flexed, pit hair on display. Greyson had to admit Hank looked amazing, his whole body looking pumped and tight, you’d have thought he’d just stepped out of the gym. The hike must have done him a world of good.

Pushing aside his boyfriend’s distractingly buff body, Greyson focused on the gorgeous cock in front of him. Even that felt different somehow, he was struggling got get it down his throat as well as he normally could, and his jaw felt like it was open wider than normal too. It just must have been Hank was really enjoying himself, all Trey’s talk of bigging Hank up was obviously still on his mind. He caressed the generous balls of his boyfriend, felt them shudder and…swell? Before he could think more on the sensation of the flesh starting to almost balloon in his grasp, Hank was making stifled moans, his body shaking as he hissed “Fuck, I’m cumming!”

Greyson almost chocked on the first shot, it came in thick, hot and fast. He pulled back, coughing and spluttering, getting a shot full in the face before he could get his breath back. Turning his head away, he grabbed the frantically firing cock, covering the head with his hand to block the flow. Hank nearly collapsed when Greyson gripped his sensitive head, knees threatening to buckle as the sheer pleasure nearly made it like a second orgasm. His cock continued to spit and spurt until it calmed down, Hank panting overhead while Greyson spat and wiped the cum from his eye with his other hand. He was breathing heavily too, waiting for his boyfriend’s cock to stop twitching before letting it go. Ropes of cum stretched from cock to hand and then spanned between his fingers when he spread them, looking around for something to wipe it on.

“S-sorry,” stammered Hank, his cock still feeling rock solid and so sensitive. The barely there breeze tickling the shiny helmet made his rod throb and a little more cum oozed out. “Guess I was really pent up.”

“I’ll say,” grouched Greyson, getting up to head to the sink and wash himself. “Nearly blinded me with that second shot.”

“Sorry,” Hank apologised again, still struggling to get his breath back. His sweats had pooled around his ankles, some of his cum dripping down onto the inside with a few wild shots that had landed on the shower floor. “I’ll clean this up.”

“Yeah, think I’m gonna need to at the very least wash my hair,” Greyson gestured to his cum damp fringe.

Neither of them ended up using the shower, both simply using the sink to wash up. Once they were a bit fresher, they both got into bed; Hank in a red vest and loose boxers while Greyson had a t-shirt and pyjama shorts. Greyson managed to drift of easily, while Hank however couldn’t switch off. His stomach felt empty, despite the biscuits he’d eaten and the meal he and Greyson had had. Trey had said they were more than welcome to help themselves while they stayed…

As quietly as he could, Hank slipped out of bed and crept out of the room. Once more he had a pleasant sensation at how much he filled the staircase on his way down, he managed not to get a stiffy this time at least. The house was dark and quiet, the only sound the faint pattering of the rain outside. It sounded like the storm had passed at least. He also couldn’t hear any sound from Trey on the first floor, he guessed he’d gone to bed as well.

Hank fumbled around in the dark on the ground floor; in part not sure where the light switches were and also not wanting to disturb anything. He found the kitchen, managing to avoid catching the chairs on his way to the fridge. He blinked at the bright interior light for a few seconds until his eyes became adjusted and began frantically looking for the ginger bodybuilders. Disappoint filled his empty stomach when he couldn’t see any on the shelves. He brightened however when he noticed a few large cartons of milk. While not what he was after, it was at least something.

He took the sizeable jug by the handle and unscrewed the lid. He was about to search for a glass when instead, he brought the plastic to his lips and began to drink straight from the carton. Normally he would be the one to clip Greyson round the ear if he ever did such a thing at home, and yet here he was doing it in a stranger’s house! A small part of him screamed at him to put the milk down but as soon as the cool, creamy liquid passed his lips there was only one thought in his head.

More.

Greyson turned over in his sleep, hand reaching out just for the reassuring touch of his boyfriend nearby. His hand fell into and empty space. His sleep faltered as his hand searched, tracing over a cooling expanse over the bedsheets until he stumbled into consciousness. He sat up, staring at his arm in the middle of the space that should have housed his slumbering boyfriend. Covers rustling in the silent room, Greyson slid out of bed, peering to see if Hank was in the bathroom with no luck.

Dark thoughts of Trey being a serial killer crept into Greyson’s sleep addled brain. Why else would a guy live in the middle of the woods with no WiFi or means of communication with the outside work? They should have just kept going and camped in the storm! Trying to calm himself, Greyson crept to the door and peered down the dark, tight, creepy staircase, straining his ears for any sound. He slowly edged his way down the stairs, fearing a creak of wood would give him away. When he was about halfway down he could see a fair light spilling into the hallway on the ground floor. It was coming from the kitchen he thought. The light appeared to flicker as a large shadow shifted and moved. He told himself Hank had just gotten hungry and was looking for a snack, yet the butterflies in his stomach weren’t settled by the idea.

As Greyson reached the bottom of the stairs, he heard what sounded like a hiccough followed by a low moan and what sounded like something…straining? There was then a very familiar contented chuckle.

“Hank,” Greyson hissed in a low whisper as he entered the kitchen, “what are you playing at…?”

Greyson trailed off. Bathed in the glow of the fridge was…a giant. A broad, rippling back was stretching a vest to its limit, lats spilling out of the edges and the straps digging into meaty traps rising either side of a thick neck. Arms that were closer in width to most guys’ legs were pushed out by his lats too, one hanging at and angle by his side while the other was holding a carton of Trey’s milk, chugging away at it. Beneath the wide lats and thick hips, a pert, colossal butt was straining a pair of boxers to their limit, the seams looking ready to give out at any moment. The legs of the shorts were fairing no better against a set of impossibly powerful hamstrings, with diamond hard calves just below. Large bare feet shuffled against tiled floor, moving as though he was having to widen his stance to make room for his legs. He had to be about 6’7” if not more.

The giant lowered the jug and took a deep breath, soon followed by a loud belch. He must have seen Greyson or sensed him in some way because he turned round.

Despite the fact Greyson recognised the clothing and the dark hair, he still wasn’t prepared to see Hank’s face grinning down at him from atop this titanic form. He was also ill prepared for the sizeable gut that swung round into view like a moon to eclipse the light from the fridge. Hank patted the solid gut fondly, fingers bumping over the bricks of abs the peeked out from under his vest that had been forced to roll up from its girth. It looked as tight as a drum, his belly button having turned into an outie he was so stuffed. His pecs had also filled out considerably, almost resting on the crest of his gut, nipples poking against his tank looking thicker than normal.

To top it all off, almost lost in the shadow of his roid gut, Hank was clearly very HAPPY with his body. His cock was thick, hard, throbbing and abso-fucking-lutley HUGE!! It was straining against his boxers, cum leaking copiously from the head, darkening the front of his boxers and dribbling onto the floor. It was easily over a foot long, maybe a foot and a half, his balls rivalling tennis balls packed tightly in his underwear. The whole package was pushed out to make it even more obvious by his thick quads; the heads of muscle battling each other for space with deep lines of definition.

“Hey,” Hank said, his voice low, and somewhat dazed. His eyes were heavy lidded, Greyson would have said he was drunk but Hank got the giggles when he was drunk. He clearly wasn’t firing on all cylinders though, grinning down at his boyfriend from a greater distance than normal and still rubbing his gut. “Did you get hungry too?”

“Hank?” Greyson still couldn’t believe what he was seeing, this couldn’t be Hank, how could he have…grown like this? As if in response, Hank gave another hiccough and his gut…expanded. It was like someone pumped him with air or something, it swelled out towards Greyson, lifting up before settling heavily again. Hank let out a low moan as the growth spread through the rest of his body, adding pounds and inches to his already incredible frame. His cock pumped up thicker and another spurt of pre oozed out to splatter on the floor.

“Mmm,” Hank moaned again, lifting the milk up to his mouth again. “So good. So big.”

“Hank, stop!”

Greyson grabbed Hank’s wrist, trying to stop its ascent. The massive biceps bulged in front of him and he felt himself being dragged forward and bumped into Hank’s gut. Fuck, it really was dense! It was probably the bump that made Hank stop, blinking down in confusion at Greyson. “What’s wrong babe?” he said, voice a bit slurred. He frowned, head tilting “You look so…little.”

“Yeah, because you’ve grown, dummy! Stop drinking that, we have to work this out.”

“Work out?” Hank repeated, blinking down at Greyson and then looking at his other arm. He lifted it, flexing his bicep to make it swell, the tight ball of muscle turning into a split peak, the veins in his forearms jumping up. He grinned. “Yeah, I work out,” he chuckled, curving down to flex both arms at his side, making his pecs tense and threaten to touch his chin. His chuckle was broken by another hiccough, and once again his gut ballooned bigger just before the rest of his body swelled too. He gave a low growl in his throat when his cock fired twice this time, Greyson only just avoiding the shots of pre. He watched as his boyfriend’s head appeared to get further away as he grew taller this time, looking to be fast approaching 6’11” in height.Hank’s eyes rolled blissfully as he rubbed his gut and then reached further down for his crotch.

“So tight,” he moaned. “So big. Fuck I want to cum.” He blinked, seeming to remember Greyson was there. “Can you help me, hun? I’m soooo horny and your lips feel so good.”

His large hand came to Greyson’s face, caressing his cheek as his thumb brushed his lips. Greyson was too stunned to speak, the size of his boyfriend’s hand covered a lot more of his face than he was used to. Hank seemed to notice too.

“You make me feel so big Greyson,” he purred, pulling his boyfriend close and pressing him into his bulk. “I wanna get even bigger!”

“Shhh!” Greyson hissed, although he was somewhat muffled by his boyfriend’s chest. Usually when they hugged Greyson could rest his head on Hank’s shoulder, now however he was more level with his chest. Hearing that Hank wanted to get even bigger…he’d be in the shadow of that guy before too long.

Greyson wriggled and slipped free of his boyfriend’s embrace, snatching the milk as he escaped. He backed up, hiding it behind his back although one look at Hank’s massive arm made him certain he couldn’t stop him if Hank really wanted it. Fortunately Hank was making no move to reclaim his milk, just looking confused, like a big puppy unsure why he’d had his toy taken away.

“What’s wrong, Greyson?”

“What’s wrong?! Hank, you’re huge and you’re still growing!”

“Hehe. I am huge, aren’t I?” Grinning, Hank twisted, sticking out his roid gut, putting the arm closest to Greyson at his side to flex his triceps while lifting the other up to flex his biceps. He wiggled his hips a bit, making his cock bob and sway, dripping more pre, how he was still leaking was another thing to the list of mysteries that was growing right along with his boyfriend.

“And it doesn’t strike you as odd that you’ve grown since you started drinking this stuff?”

Hank stopped staring at his impressive biceps for a moment, a look of consternation rippling across his face. “No. It feels… good. I like being this big,” he brought his arms down into a most muscular pose, his traps flaring and veins jumping up along his neck and arms. His pecs pressed tightly together as he bared his teeth. “Best feeling ever. Can I have some more?”

“No!” Greyson snapped. “Hank, what’s gotten into you? This is not normal, why aren’t you freaking out?”

“Because being big is good, isn’t it, Hank?”

The lights in the kitchen flared to life, startling Greyson as he spun to face the door. Standing in the doorway in a shimmering blue dressing gown was Trey, leaning casually against the frame. His dark hair now fell in a shimmering wave over his broad shoulders. His robe was loosely tied, showing off his well-shaped chest peppered with hair, grey beginning to show through at the centre. His sturdy legs were crossed over at the ankles. As always a he had eyes only for Hank, drinking in his massive form, lingering on the bloated gut.

“Someone was a bit greedy,” he said chuckling. “Did you finish a whole carton of milk already?”

“Yeah,” said Hank, shocking Greyson when he actually started blushing. He actually looked bashful as he shuffled on the spot, tugging on his vest as though trying to cover his distended gut with it. Another hiccough made it swell out even more though and his boxers started to split at the legs. “It was really good.”

“I’ll say.” Trey sauntered over to Hank, placing a hand on the stud’s gut and stroking it. Hank moaned at his touch, cock twitching and leaking even more. “You’ve been enjoying yourself. Have you cummed yet?”

“N-no, not yet. Wanted to but… can’t.”

“Do you want to cum?”

Biting his lip, Hank could only nod. The way Hank was acting, it was more like Trey was stroking his cock not his gut.

“Ask me nicely and I might let you.”

Greyson could only stare, unable to comprehend what was going on. First his boyfriend had pumped himself up into a muscle bull, not even seeming to think there was anything wrong with that, and now the creepy guy they’d met in the woods was fondling Hank and he was letting him! Even with all his extra size and strength, Hank just stood there, practically trembling in bliss at Trey’s touch, his fingers twitching at his side as though he wanted to do more but was being help back.

“P-please,” he stammered. “P-please let me…let me c-cum. I want t-to cum s-so bad.”

Trey smirked and continued his rubbing for another second or two before whispering in a low voice: “Cum.”

Hank cried out, his body rocked forward as he bucked his hips. If Greyson thought there had been a lot of pre before it was nothing compared to the volume of his boyfriend’s orgasm. Thick ropes of cum flooded from his drenched, straining boxers, catching the underside of his gut and spattering down his thighs and onto the floor. Hank almost fell into the fridge, gripping the door as his knees nearly buckled beneath him as he came again and again. Trey simply watched, grinning as he avoided the wild volleys of hot jizz arching through the air. His robe billowed and Greyson saw Trey was naked as well, his cock hardening at the display before him.

“What is wrong with you?!” Greyson cried out. “What have you done to Hank?”

Hank was too enraptured by his orgasm to notice, Trey however gave him a look like he was something he’d brought in on the bottom of his shoe. “Take it you didn’t have any of my treats,” he said, lip curling slightly. “It’s rude not to accept hospitality.”

“Your treats? You… you drugged him? Tried to drug me??”

“This is so much easier when they’re compliant.”

Tightening his robe, Trey stepped delicately over the pools of cum on the floor and approached Greyson. Frantic, Greyson gestured with the milk carton still in his hand as though to ward him away. It only earned a quirk of Trey’s eyebrow and didn’t slow his approach.

“Hank! Help me!”

Orgasm now fading, Hank was slowly coming back down from his high. He looked over at his boyfriend, brow puckered in confusion. He lumbered forward, legs rolling over each other, his hefty package bouncing wetly from side to side. Hope bloomed in Greyson’s chest until Hank’s reaching hand took the milk from his grasp instead. Just as Hank was about to start drinking, Trey made a tutting sound with his tongue and he stopped.

“Not too much at once now,” Trey chided.

Greyson began to back away, catching the counter as he looked over his shoulder. The door to the utility was ajar behind him. Before he could move, the door slammed shut and he heard the latch slide into place on the other side. When he spun back, Trey filled his vision, grinning at him before darkness began to creep in around him. Greyson’s body felt heavy, his mind turning sluggish as he slid down from the counter to pool on the floor.

Somewhere, far back in the recesses of Hank’s mind, he felt a well of anger and fear, a driving desire to rush over, grab Greyson and run away as fast as his new legs could carry him. It didn’t breach the fog that clouded his mind, nor do more than cast a ripple across the contented bliss he was basking in. He felt big, and feeling big was good. He wanted more of the milk to get bigger but Trey had said not to have too much. How much was too much though? Not wanting to upset Trey, he only took a few little sips as he watched Trey make some strange gestures over his sleeping boyfriend. When Trey finished, he straightened up and regarded Hank.

“Be a dear and carry him for me? I’ve got some more ginger bodybuilders down stairs for you.”

“More?” said Hank, grinning ear to ear. He bent down and easily scooped his boyfriend into his arms. He kissed Greyson’s head and made sure to be gentle with him, even if he was mostly thinking about getting more treats and milk and hopefully getting even bigger for Trey.

Grunting and the sound of slapping flesh managed to breach the daze of Greyson’s mind and brought him slowly to consciousness. He blinked a few times in the harsh light, struggling to beat the fog clouding his memories as to what happened where he was and what was going on.

He was on his back, on the floor, staring up at a low ceiling of what looked like stone. Spiders’ webs clustered in the corner he could see and there were a few lightning like cracks spreading out along the ceiling too. The floor beneath him felt rough and gritty, as though the place didn’t get much use. Slowly he turned his head away from the wall and nearly cried out.

Hank was huge. He’d lost the gut and all that extra mass seemed to have gone into his muscles, every part of him was packed with raw power, everything rubbing and battling each other for space. He was on all fours, his head buried in Trey’s groin as the older man face fucked him. Hank was so big and tall now he was almost hunched over to be level with Trey’s groin, his hands looking small as they stroked Hank’s hair and gripped his head as he thrusted. Trey’s firm bubble butt rippled with every thrust, low hanging balls smacking against Hank’s chin again and again.

As though feeling Greyson’s eyes on him, Trey brushed his hair back and looked over at the other hiker. He patted Hank on the head and Hank obediently sat back on his haunches, shuffling a bit to make room for his cock that looked to be achingly hard, the head shiny and slick with pre. He was so tall now his head even when sat down he was almost level with Trey while standing, and he looked to be almost as deep as two men with how much his pecs jutted out in front and his back bulged out behind. His arms hung at angles at his side, pushed out by his thick lats.

“Just a moment,” Trey said, stroking Hank’s chin gently. “Are you hungry?” Hank grunted and nodded. “Have some more treats while I see to your friend.”

“Hank?” Greyson croaked, although his boyfriend paid him no mind as he struggled into a standing position. He rose unsteadily, his muscles appearing to get in his way and unbalance him as he rose and rose and-bang. Hank grunted when his head hit the low ceiling, hunching down again making him look even more monstrously thick. He rubbed his head, looking up at the crack his head had left in the ceiling. He grinned. He then lumbered over to a table on the other side of the room, sat back down on his butt with a thud that shook the ground beneath Greyson and made the plates of treats on the table rattle. He then began shovelling the cakes and biscuits into his mouth like there was no tomorrow.

Trey sauntered over to Greyson, unabashed by his nakedness now his saliva slick cock swinging brazenly before him. He even gave it a rub as he looked over the other hiker pushing himself up into a sitting position. Greyson noticed the chain around his ankle as he sat up, tethered to the wall not far from where he lay.

“What the fuck’s going on?” he slurred, his tongue feeling fuzzy and foreign in his own mouth. Had he been drugged? No, he’d not eaten or drank anything Trey had offered, unlike Hank. He vaguely recalled Trey making some weird gestures at him and then…

“Now, now,” tsked Trey, “no need for that. If you’d just been a good guest and eaten what I’d given you then you’d be as happy as your big friend.”

Behind Trey, Hank was contentedly munching away on a mouthful of cake while feeling his chest, squeezing the ample pecs and then flexing them to break his grasp. “Sure I can’t interest you in something sweet?”

“I’m not touching anything from you!” Greyson was about to lunge at the naked man in front of him, but Trey held up a hand and it was like he hit an invisible wall before he could even rise. He could only stare, open mouthed. “What are you?”

“Rude. No matter, you’ll have something sooner or later and then you and huge Hank here will live happily ever after.”

Without another word he turned round and walked away from Greyson. The dressing gown he’d been wearing before was hung on a hook by a door, which he picked up and slipped into. He then approached Hank, giving him a delicate kiss on the head. Hank had been feeling his biceps at the time, stopping when Trey kissed him and gave him his full attention, grinning up at the scant inches between them.

“You keep an eye on that little one, okay?” Trey purred, his fingers twinning with Hank’s on the impressive peak of his biceps. “Make sure he doesn’t escape and maybe see if you can convince him to share your treats. You like them don’t you?”

Hank nodded, bouncing his pecs. “They made me big.”

“That they did,” Trey chuckled. “Being big is good isn’t it?”

“So good.” Hank’s traps flared, veins rising in his thick neck as he tensed his whole body. His cock knocked on the underside of the table as it throbbed and bobbed. “So fucking good being big. I want more, I wanna grow more for you.”

“And you will, just keep eating.”

Trey kissed Hank again and Greyson felt pure hate make a lump in his throat. He wanted nothing more than to lunge across the room and punch that stupid smug face. He knew he couldn’t, not with the chain, and a small part of him feared what Hank would do. He was clearly under some sort of…mind control or something. His boyfriend would never have let another guy kiss him like that, nor would he have sucked another guy off.

Ignoring Greyson and giving Hank one final caress, Trey left the room, closing the door behind him soon followed by the ominous click of a lock sliding into place. Over the sounds of Hank eating and moaning, Greyson could hear the soft foot falls of Trey ascending some steps. If the room didn’t already scream ‘basement’, that helped confirm it for Greyson. He guessed they were under Trey’s house.

Hank shifted his huge bulk, grunting with the effort of lifting his mass. He managed to stoop so he didn’t hit his head on the ceiling and shuffled towards Greyson with a plate in his meaty hand. He took a cookie from the pile for himself before offering them to Greyson.

“You gotta try these, babe,” he said around his mouthful. “They taste so good and make you feel even better.”

“Hank, do you know what’s going on?” Greyson’s voice shook despite his best efforts to stay calm.

Feeling awkward being stooped over, Hank lowered himself to the ground. His swollen limbs limited his movements so it turned into more of a controlled fall, one that shook the ground again . He didn’t react though, that butt of his so dense with muscle he probably barely felt it. “Trey gave me some stuff that made me grow,” he gestured at his massive form. “Fucking awesome isn’t it?”

“And… and you don’t think there’s… anything wrong with that?”

“You know I like being big,” said Hank, looking almost hurt. He put the plate down and lifted his arms into a double bicep flex. His lats spread out even further, pecs rising up almost to his chin. His arms fucking swelled up, pushing against his forearms, actually preventing him from bending his arm any further. “Don’t you like this?”

Greyson was about to scream in frustration when an idea suddenly came to mind.

“You know I love my huge Hank,” he said softly.

Hank beamed. “I am really huge now aren’t I?”

“So huge. And strong too. Bet you could lift a car or something now.”

“Yeah… I bet I could,” he said, eyes going wistful as he imagined it. His cock throbbed. “Fuck.”

“And you could still get even bigger right?”

“Trey said if I keep eating, I can grow some more,” said Hank, suddenly remembering the plate he’d brought and grabbing a handful of cookies to stuff in his mouth.

“But the milk made you grow quicker right? You had some and it made you swell right in front of my eyes!”

“Yeah…I did…that felt really good.” He twisted round, looking at the table. “There’s no milk though.”

“I could help get you some.”

“You could?”

“Yeah, I just need you to use those big muscles of yours,” Greyson rubbed the swollen orb that was Hank’s biceps. It felt like a boulder wrapped in flesh. He swallowed a bit, seeing how small his hand looked on his boyfriend’s body. He gave the muscle a squeeze, barely covering a third of Hanks arm and hardly putting a dent in the solid mass. “Think you could break my chain?”

Hank nodded, moving forward and bending to pick the chain from the floor. He tugged once and then stopped. Confusion flooded his eyes. “But…Trey said…”

Greyson moved closed to Hank, putting his hands on his meaty chest, pressing against the broad pillows and leaning in close to whisper in his ear. “But I can help you get from huge Hank to humongous Hank.”

Hank let out a low moan and Greyson felt a spurt of hot pre dribble onto his bare feet. Greyson then felt arms like pythons encircle him, squeezing the air from his lungs as Hank covered his mouth with his. He kissed him, his thick tongue filling Greyson’s mouth and his moans making his body rumble around him. “I love you,” Hank said, in a low husky voice, soon followed by a sharp snap and the ting ting ting of metal on stone.

Without much choice, Grayson had to wait for Hank to let him go. Just the weight of his arms on him was enough to make his knees sag a bit. Hank drew himself back, still sat on the floor but still so big he had to look down at his boyfriend. “You’re so cute,” he said, gently rubbing Greyson’s cheek. His stomach gave a low growl. “Hmm, I need to eat. You okay to find the milk on your own?”

Greyson could only nod. Hank shuffled away, reaching out for the table and dragging it over to him. He then contentedly started eating again, seeming almost to forget Greyson.

Looking down, Greyson still had the metallic cuff on his ankle, a few links of the chain still attached pooled on the floor. The broken links laid not that far off, next to the brace in the wall it had been attached to. While staring at the brace, Greyson noticed a faint line in the wall running perfectly vertical just beside it.

Shuffling closer to investigate, Greyson felt cold air pooling around his feet, nipping at his toes. He put his hand to the wall, moving it from one side of the line to the other. It didn’t feel much different. He leant closer, putting his ear to the wall and there was a low, faint humming. Some sort of machine fan? Greyson took a step back, examining the wall again to see there was another crack running perfectly vertical not far off, making the outline of a narrow doorway.

“Hank?” Greyson called over his shoulder. “Can I borrow you, big guy?”

“Mmph?” Hank grunted around his mouthful. He swallowed and then crawled over to his boyfriend.

“Can you push on this wall. Gently?” he added, thinking about the broken chain links.

“Anything for you,” he said fondly, his large hand cupping Greyson’s butt before lifting a delicate finger to the wall. He pushed, there was a click and the wall swung forward. “Oh wow! A secret door!”

Before Greyson could react, Hank dug his fingers into the now wider gap and pried the door open. It was narrow, too small for him to squeeze through by far. He still stuck his head in, shoulders bumping against the sides and let out a whoop. “You found it!”

“Shh!” Greyson waved, putting a small hand onto his boyfriend’s massive arm, unable to cover half of the colossal triceps bulging out thickly. “What is it? A way out?”

“Better!” said Hank, ignoring Greyson’s hisses at the noise he was making. He put an arm into the room, then rocked back onto his haunches, holding two cartons triumphantly in his hand. “You found the milk!”

“Hank, wait—”

Greyson couldn’t do anything as Hank set one of the cartons down, unscrewed the other and than began chugging the milk greedily. His Adam’s apple bobbed with every gulp, moans escaping him as he drank. It didn’t take long for him to finish before he started unscrewing the next one.

“Shit,” Greyson breathed, watching his boyfriend’s body tense and flex all over. He rushed around, looking past Hank’s bulk at the secret room to find shelves filled with cartons of milk. Dozens of them. He swallowed.

“Watch out,” Hank chuckled, leaning in. He reached past Greyson, sneaking a kiss as he leant in closer. Greyson felt him panting, those massive pecs rising and falling right next to him. Or maybe…they were rising but they weren’t falling back as much. Hank came back with three cartons in his meaty hands and started unscrewing the lids.

“Take it easy, Hank,” Greyson begged, watching as Hank’s stomach was already starting to bloat. His middle was getting thicker, abs pushing out firmly, slowly starting to try and swell out past his impressive pec shelf. And beneath his expanding gut his cock was throbbing and thickening, stretching out longer as well. The head was flared and shiny, leaking pre copiously.

Hank finished another carton, gripped his stomach and hiccoughed. His whole body lurched and swelled in all directions; his stomach ballooning out against his hand, arms and legs thickening, pecs bulging, cock stretching out even bigger. Greyson jumped back, the room seeming to close in as his boyfriend started taking up more and more room.

“More,” Hank moaned, rubbing his gut, grinning at the way his biceps bunched and bulged against his pecs. “I’m getting so big.” He shuffled his legs, spreading the colossal pillars of strength out, his ample balls falling to the floor with a heavy slap. His dick bobbed, curving up against his roid gut and spurting another large trickle of pre. “So big, so big, need to get bigger, bigger!”

Hank leant towards the door, but his swollen gut got in the way, keeping him from getting closer. He grumbled, shuffling his bulk, rising up, hair brushing the ceiling as he repositioned himself, getting onto his hands and knees. He reached a colossal hand into the door, the frame crackling at the size of his mitt. There was a crash as he pulled back with a fist full of the cartons.

He rolled onto his side, Grayson jumping back as Hank’s cock swung up and nearly clocked him. The thing was almost as big as he was! In fact, the way it was still pulsing and throbbing bigger by the second it probably would be any second. Lounging on his side, Hank dropped the cartons in front of him, chin on his chest as he frowned and tried to take the lid off one with his massive digits.

“Greyson,” he whined, “I can’t open these things, I’m too—” hi hiccoughed and his whole body swelled out even bigger, gut bowling forward, muscles flexing against muscle in a battle for space and his cock surging forward like a thick lance “—BIG!”

“You’ve got to stop, Hank,” Greyson begged, trying keep his voice steady. “You’re getting too big as it is. You’re still growing from the milk you drank, you don’t need any more.”

“But…” Hank looked down at his immense body, feeling his muscles growing slowly, filling out thicker and thicker. His growing cock felt amazing, like he was getting sucked off with every shuddering swell. He felt so strong, his body flush with endorphins. This was good. “I want more…I want to get…bigger.”

He took one of the cartons and squeezed the top until the lid crumpled. He lifted it to his lips, his biceps bulging against his forearms, reducing his movements a bit but not stopping him just yet. He tipped the contents into his open mouth, finishing it off in seconds and going down for another one.

“More! Bigger!”

“Shit,” Greyson whispered. The room was rapidly filling up with his swelling boyfriend. He turned and tried the door Trey had left through, jiggling the handle even though he knew it was locked. It didn’t budge.

“Oh, fuck,” Hank moaned, eyes rolling as pleasure surged through his body with another sudden spurt of growth. He bucked his hips, cock lurching forward, the head flaring as it swelled thicker and thicker. It loomed up behind Greyson. A small part of Hank was still aware enough to hold himself so his cock didn’t slam into his tiny boyfriend, but it wasn’t enough to stop himself from going back for more milk.

Greyson saw the shadow of Hank’s cock darken the doorway and quickly stepped out of the way. It waved in the air before thudding to the floor, now easily taller and wider than he was. Hank’s gut was bulging out not far behind it, ballooning bigger and bigger, coming closer to Greyson by the second. Greyson took an instinctive step back and bumped into the wall. He was running out of room.

Meanwhile Hank was searching for more milk. He’d smashed his arm into the secret room, the doorframe getting widened by his forearms and the wall cracking even more. He was struggling, his movements becoming more and more restricted by the tight space and his sheer bulk, muscles on muscle just battling for space.

“Need more,” Hank grunted, straining as his hands grasped and fumbling blindly for more. He hiccoughed and his body ballooned, his arm bulging out against the doorframe, his pecs bulging out hard enough to knock his arm to take a chunk from the wall. His cock lurched forward, Greyson jumping back as the member came down, threatening to smother him. The head slammed against the door, rattling it in its frame.

That gave Greyson an idea.

He threw his arms around the thick shaft, barely able to get all the way around the monster. The skin was hot and flushed, and even as he gripped it, he could feel it still steadily getting bigger. Hank gave a grunt of surprise, the head flaring and oozing a thick rope of pre onto the floor. He tried to look down, but his chin hit his chest and with his arm up in front of him blocked his view. The ceiling started to bow as he shoulder pushed up against it, wedging him between it and the floor.

“Greyson, is that you?” Hank asked, grunting and trying to shift himself free.

“Yeah big guy,” Greyson panted, gripping the bucking cock fiercely as Hank fidgeted. It was taking all his strength to keep it close to the door, he nearly lost his footing a few times. “Your cock’s so big Hank, it’s like a fucking whale! I can barely get my arms around it.”

“Really?” Greyson could hear the grin in Hank’s voice, if the sudden lurch of his cock wasn’t proof enough he liked what he heard. “You like my cock being as big as you?”

“As big as? No Hank, your cock is bigger than me.” Greyson started stroking the monster, leaning down to kiss the flaring head. The squishy flesh pressed against the door, making the wood groan. Despite himself, Greyson was getting hard as well.

“Oh Greyson,” Hank moaned. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, I’m gonna get it even bigger! Just you wait.” Hank started to shuffle again, the whole room groaning, dust falling from the ceiling as it began to crack and creak. He struggled to pull his arm free, getting it trapped against his gut and the ceiling and then bumping into the wall a little too close to Greyson for comfort. “Got to grow, need to grow more!”

Hank hiccoughed and there was a rumble as he swelled out in all directions. Greyson was lifted off his feet as Hank’s cock surged forward, slamming into the door. It caved in from the force of the blow, Hank’s cock ploughing through it with ease like a fleshy battering ram. Nearly slipping on the pre, Greyson scrambled over the massive member into the stairway even as the whole house began to shake. He tore up the stairs just as the door at the top opened. It was Trey.

“What is going o—” he started, then stopped short, eyes going wide when he saw the cock surging up the stairs behind Greyson. Without stopping, Greyson barrelled past Trey, not looking back as their captor stumbled back, instead just kept on running for the front door.

“Oh fuck,” Hank grunted, his cock swelling thicker and thicker, getting wedged in the doorway even as the head bumped up the stairs, teasing his glands enough to make his body shudder. He was getting practically smothered by his own bulk, head getting forced into his dense pecs as the room closed in around on him. As much as he enjoyed being so big he filled a room, it was becoming very uncomfortable.

Time to put all this size to use.

With difficulty, he managed to get one hand under himself and pushed. He felt the ceiling bow and break, offering little resistance to his strength. He pushed up, and up and up. He broke through into the first floor of the house, his back breaking the floor boards and scattering furniture. Dust and debris rained down on him, but he hardly felt it. He lifted his head, shaking off the splinters and plaster, squinting through it at the remains of the room he’d burst up into.

He let out a breath of relief, then nearly chocked on the dust he kicked up, causing the whole building to shake. He could feel his legs still trapped in the basement, his gut pressing against the cold wall and his cock stuck in a doorway halfway up a set of stairs. Stupid tiny house.

Before he could start moving again, he felt something in his stomach. There was an audible rumble, he felt his whole body start to vibrate, his muscles twitching and flexing of their own accord.

“Oh yes,” he breathed, grinning as he felt the energy build and build within him. “Oh fuck yes! So much, there’s so much, fuck I’m gonna…I’m gonna…groooooooow!”

Hank’s body surged and lurched bigger and bigger in waves. Feet and pounds stretching out his frame one after the other. His bulk ploughed through furniture, floors and walls like an unstoppable avalanche. His head soon bumped the ceiling of the first floor while still sat in the basement. Up he surged again, chin hitting his chest even as his pecs swelled out in front of him, practically filling his view. The next surge came and the ceiling shattered, his head popping up into the second floor, barely being able to take in what looked to be the shattered remains of the master bedroom before the next wave came and higher up he went. His chest followed up and obliterated the floor, crashing into the wall and the next room as they rose like mountains.

Trey was scrambling across the kitchen floor even as it buckled and bowed against Hank’s ongoing growth onslaught. The whole house was rocking with his increasing growth spurts, the foundations suffering as his legs had no where else to grow but through them. Behind him a colossal cock was breaking through the door to the basement and stretching towards the ceiling even as the wall bowed out from a titanic muscle gut bulging out bigger and bigger.

There was no way he was going to get out in time.

Cursing to himself, Trey crawled towards his large oven, climbing in through the door, curling himself in as best he could and then with a quick gesture from his fingers, the door closed behind him.

Greyson panted outside watching the house shake and quake. Roof tiles started falling from the tremors and he could hear crashing and smashing from inside. Then the walls started to swell out, the roof began to groan as something pushed up at it from inside. Greyson swallowed, taking a few steps back.

Booom.

An arm smashed through one of the walls. It curled up, flexing biceps that peaked almost higher than Greyson was tall. Even as he struggled to comprehend the size the entire limb swelled thicker, veins pulsing over the gargantuan limb. The house creaked and groaned, walls bowing out even more. The sound or shattering windows echoed through the trees as the roof started to break apart. Dark blonde curls peaked through expanding hole as Hank’s head pushed through the roof in a shower of tiles and debris.

“Bigger!” Hank boomed, his voice adding to the quaking of the ground as his grinning head broke through, his impossibly thick neck widening the hole even more. His shoulder smashed through another section and the whole house listed to one side. “Bigger!”

Hank grunted and smashed his other arm free, knocking out the whole wall on that side, sending chunks of stone into the nearby trees and causing birds and animals to burst into flight. He reached up, struggling to bend his arms against his immense biceps as he started tearing the roof off of him. A surge of growth sent his chest bulging out like two mammoth airbags, blocking his grin from sight as they swelled out thicker and thicker.

Greyson was forced to retreat further, walking backwards, unable to take his eyes off his gigantic boyfriend peeling the house off of him like it was nothing but clothing. Bricks and chunks of the house crumbled under his grasp, bounced off of his bulk as it expanded thicker and thicker. Soon humongous Hank was surrounded by the rubble of Trey’s house, his body impossibly huge and bulging with immense mass.

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