Teacher’s testimony

by Six Pecs

A teacher testifies to having been part of the inner circle surrounding a young man with godlike powers.

My name is Jeremy Russo. I was part of the inner circle surrounding a young man with godlike powers. It’s hard to believe, but it’s true. I was in his thrall for so long, unable to speak out, unable to tell anyone outside his circle. The things I’ve seen. The things I’ve been. It’s hard to know where to begin. I suppose it’s best to start at the beginning which seems so long ago. I was one of the few who knew him before he acquired his superhuman abilities. I was his math teacher.

When I met him, he was a normal boy. He lived out in the country with his dad. His mother died when he was five years old, and his dad raised him alone. He has assumed so many identities since, but back then his name was Derek Masterson.

I taught him his junior and senior years at our small-town high school. He wasn’t particularly gifted academically, but with his good looks and charm, he could bullshit his way through most of his classes. Unfortunately, math doesn’t care about good looks or charm, and he truly lacked the ability to grasp the content his first time taking my class, so he had to repeat it. By his senior year he had really grown into his good looks. He stood about six feet three inches tall. He had an athletic build, great hair, and an unbelievably beautiful face. He turned eighteen years old in November of his senior year.

The first sign that something had changed with Derek was after we returned from Spring Break. Suddenly, Derek was getting perfect scores on every assignment and test. I quickly ruled out cheating because he could demonstrate genuine understanding of the content when prompted. At the time, I didn’t question it further. I had no reason to suspect anything was amiss.

The first time Derek used his new abilities with me was in my house on a school night in April of his senior year. I was 35 years old at the time, and I lived alone. I was asleep in my bed when I awoke in the middle of the night. At first I just laid there with my eyes closed, savoring the warmth under my covers, hoping I would fall back asleep. Then I smelled a strange odor waft over to me from the foot of my bed. It smelled like men’s sweat and cum with notes of turmeric, cannabis and clove. The stench made me horny. I opened my eyes and scanned the room for the source. As my eyes darted around the dark bedroom, I noticed the shadow of a tall figure at the foot of my bed. Startled, I quickly sat up in my bed and scrambled to turn on my bedside lamp.

Newly illuminated in the dim, warm light of the lamp, I saw Derek standing at the foot of my bed. His frame towered over my bed. He was wearing a white, sleeveless crop top that accentuated his bulging biceps and exposed his washboard abs, and a pair of black gym shorts that cut off mid-thigh. He wore his shorts low so that the top bit of his pubes were poking out the top of his shorts. It was obvious from his large bulge that his soft, fat cock was dangling free. Also, the cockhead was poking out from the bottom of the right leg of his shorts.

“Derek?” I asked incredulously. I was still a bit groggy.

“Hey Mr. Russo,” replied Derek with his eyebrows raised and a sheepish grin.

Waking up, I began to rattle off questions. “What are you doing here? How did you get inside my house?”

“It’s okay, Mr. Russo.” interrupted Derek with a firm yet soothing tone of voice. “Everything’s fine. You can relax.”

I felt myself relax immediately at his command. I found the sound of his voice comforting. I stared into his beautiful eyes as he let out a sigh of relief.

“I, uh…” Derek began. “I sorta followed you home and snuck into your house behind you. You, uh… didn’t notice.” He had an almost pleading expression as he explained, “I’m gay now, and uh… you’re the only gay man I know about, so um…”

“So, you want to talk?” I asked.

“I want to have sex!” he blurted out. He looked a bit embarrassed as soon as he said it, but I could see he was eager. He was so cute, I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. The combined power of Derek’s voice and the stench had me thinking in that moment I would love nothing more than to fuck this twink’s brains out, but I knew better.

“No,” I said with a smirk. “We can’t have sex.”

“Why not?” asked Derek indignantly, “I’m eighteen!”

“You’re my student,” I explained. “I’m your teacher. It would be unethical, and I could lose my job.”

“What about my dad?”

“What about your dad?”

“Could you have sex with my dad?” he asked. “Would that be unethical?”

“No, that would not be unethical,” I replied. “I could have sex with your dad if we both gave consent, even if you are my student.”

“Awesome!” exclaimed Derek. “Watch this!”

I watched in amazement as Derek’s frame shrank down a few inches. His muscles became less defined and his abs disappeared as layers of fat began to appear on his belly. His arms and legs got skinnier. He appeared to be rapidly aging before my eyes. His hair partially turned gray. His face aged as it slowly morphed into his father’s image. After about a minute the transformation finished, and where Derek once stood, now stood his 42-year-old father, Gary. He was still wearing the same crop top and gym shorts, but his clothes changed slightly with his body. They were now tailored to fit his new figure. His cock was still just as big as before, still poking out from the bottom of the right leg of his shorts.

I gasped in disbelief, and as I inhaled, the stench overtook me. Suddenly my mind was in a hyper-suggestible state; I could believe virtually anything to be possible. Derek morphing into his father in front of my eyes while standing at the foot of my bed in the middle of the night was no cause for concern, but it did excite me.

“You’re going to be okay, Mr. Russo.” he said in that same soothing tone from before, but this time it was Gary’s voice which spoke. “It’s me, Derek’s father, Gary Masterson. Derek was here, but now I am. I’m gay now, and I want to have sex with you.”

“Is it really you, Mr. Masterson?” I asked, “or are you still Derek really?”

“Does it really matter?” retorted Gary, “If anyone were to catch us, they’d just see Mr. Masterson and Mr. Russo. Derek is nowhere in this picture. But no one’s gonna see this anyway Mr. Russo, and I know you won’t tell a soul.”

I soaked in every word uttered by the man in front of me. I marveled at the way his mannerisms and speech were just like Gary’s. He was right. There was no discernible difference between the real Gary Masterson and the man right there in the bedroom. I could have sex with this man, but I knew I could possibly have what I really wanted. And in my mind, at that time, anything was possible.

“How did you do that?” I asked.

“How did I change from Derek to me?” he asked me. I nodded my head yes.

“This sounds crazy,” he said, “but I have superpowers now. I can basically turn into any man I want.”

“If you can turn into any man you want,” I said as I leaned forward toward him, “I want you to turn into me. Become me, and I’ll have sex with you.”

He smiled as he bent down and placed his hands on my bed. As he crawled toward me on my bed, he transformed. His father’s features reshaped into my own features as the parts of his face/my face resettled into place. Another minute and the transformation was complete. He was my perfect doppelganger, with one massive exception hanging between his legs.

I lost all sense of self control. I threw off my covers and jumped on him. Before I even landed in his arms, the clothes he was wearing had vanished without a trace, and his penis produced an instant erection. My mouth met his as we embraced and made out, mashing our boners together. I had a straight, seven-inch cock with a slight surfboard shape, but his was twice the length and twice the girth as mine. For a moment I just closed my eyes and took in the bliss of making out with my own face while humping a cock that dwarfed my own.

I broke the kiss to sit back to sit back and marvel at the male body in front of me. He took his cock with both his hands and held it close to his chest. Its large, flared tip reached all the way up to the midpoint between his nipples. His testicles—each the size of a lemon—hung low and rested on the bed. He began to stroke his cock, but he never took his eyes off my eyes. I studied his cock and compared it to mine. Given its dimensions, I estimated his cock was about three and a half times more massive than mine. He must have noticed my puzzled expression, because he asked, “What’s the matter?” His voice sounded exactly like mine: deep and obviously gay.

“Why is your cock so much bigger than mine?” I asked with envy.

“It’s better this way,” he replied matter-of-factly.

“But you’re supposed to be me,” I said pouting, “You’re not me with a cock that big.”

“I’m the version of you with a fifteen-inch cock,” he explained, “and trust me, you are going to love how all this cock feels inside you.”

His words had an immediate effect on my mind. My envy dissolved into excitement. Up to that point in my life I had never taken anything as large as his cock, but I believed it was possible for me to take that monster pole up my tight asshole. I knew it would not hurt me. I wanted him to fuck me so bad.

“Fuck me!” I moaned pleadingly as I brought my legs up and leaned back to reveal my hungry hole.

“Oh, I will.” he replied with a mischievous grin, “but first, I’ll have to loosen you up a bit.”

He got down on the bed, on his stomach and his cock, and brought his head with my face down to my ass. He used his hands to lift me up by the ass and push my buttcheeks out of his way before he started licking my asshole. I closed my eyes and lay on my back in ecstasy. He stuck his tongue inside me, and it expanded as it flexed in odd ways. This continued on for some time. As he maneuvered his tongue around the edges, I felt my hole expand as he worked his mouth further into me.

Finally, he pulled back. I opened my eyes and watched him sit back on his feet. His huge erection pointed straight at my face. I scrambled to sit upright. My mouth was immediately drawn to his cock. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took as much of the huge cockehead into my mouth as I could. Precum flowed into my mouth and down the sides of his cock like a fountain. I wrapped both my hands around his cock and stroked it vigorously. I felt his legs and arms wrap around me as he embraced me. He started kissing me on my neck as I worked on his cock. He moaned in pleasure.

Then I felt both of his hands grab me by the waist and lift me up. I pulled back off his cock and watched him lift me up with ease onto the tip of his cock. I felt my anus stretch around his giant cockhead as he pulled me down onto his cock. His cock gradually disappeared inside me inch by inch. Again, I closed my eyes to fully experience the pleasure of being filled by such massive manhood. When I had fully taken his tool and felt his big balls brush against my ass, I came. A massive wad of cum erupted from my cock with so much force that it smacked loudly against the ceiling.

Then I experienced a deep connection. I realized I was looking at myself: eyes closed with a normal sized cock, holding my thighs back, asshole impossibly stretched around his giant cock. I was watching myself through his eyes. I could feel the sensations experienced through both bodies: his cock in my ass and my ass around his cock. When I spoke, I heard my voice through both sets of ears. “I can see and feel what you see and feel!” I said.

“Of course you can,” he replied, “because I am you! We’re the same. Now open your eyes, and get on your back.”

I opened my eyes, and I could see through both sets of eyes. It’s difficult to describe to someone who hasn’t physically seen through two heads at once. I could see both perspectives in one field of vision, but I could also sense the position of each perspective in space, so I was able to differentiate what each head was seeing, even though I was seeing everything at once. It was a similar experience with our other senses as well: hearing with four ears, smelling with two noses, tasting with two tongues, and feeling every feeling both our bodies could feel at the same time.

He held me as I pivoted backwards onto my back, and he helped me into position. Once my head hit the pillow, he began to properly fuck me. His massive cock moved in and out of me several inches at a time. While we fucked, he augmented his body using his transformation abilities. He toned up and increased the size of his muscles all over his body, and he added four extra rows of abs to elongate his midsection enough for us to make out while we fucked. He allowed me to lie back while he did all the work. He was an enthusiastic lover.

We fucked for what seemed like an hour or more. We came several times without losing any stamina to keep going. Each time he would come, I would feel his orgasm at the same time I felt my body fill with his cum. Then I would feel all his cum drain into my prostate and out of my cock, and I would orgasm again. All the while he was growing his balls and prostate, so each time he came, the volume of cum increased and the orgasms lasted longer. I knew he could feel everything I could feel by our synchronized, cheek-to-cheek moans which I heard in surround sound in between our deep, passionate kisses. We came so much that I felt the cum pool an inch deep around my back on the oversaturated mattress.

He picked me up and pulled me forward onto himself while he reclined onto the bottom of his back, so I could sit on his cock. When he broke the kiss, I looked around the room for the first time since I had turned on my bedside lamp. I saw that the entire bedroom was filled with our cum up to the level of the top of the bed. He sat up with his ten abs to curl his back, so he was lying down on his oversized glutes while sitting up for his face to meet mine. We locked eyes and began to thrust into one another. We smashed our identical faces together in one final deep passionate kiss. We thrusted even harder. His tongue expanded in my mouth, which I sucked like a cock. Our fucking intensified: faster, louder, deeper. His tongue was a cock, and I could feel my mouth around it as if his mouthcock were my own. I had never wanted anything more in my life than the climax I was about to experience.

We came together. My mind exploded in unimaginably pleasurable sensations. His cum flowed through me: into my mouth from his mouthcock, and into my ass from his megacock. It flowed out of my body through my prostate and cock, mixing with my own cum coming from my balls. We roared together in pleasure as our cum filled the room around us until we were submerged in our cum. Our cum filled the room to the ceiling, and we embraced one another weightless, suspended in our own cum.

Then my alarm went off.

I awoke and rose from bed and looked around. My bedroom was not covered in cum. It looked the same as it did every other morning. There was no one else in the room with me. I looked down at myself and felt around my body with my hands. Everything seemed normal. If anything, I felt especially well rested. After a few minutes, I had convinced myself that it was all just one very weird dream. I got up, made my morning coffee and went about my normal school-day routine.

In the weeks following my first time with Derek, my life continued as normal. I saw Derek in class just about every morning. He continued to get perfect scores on his assignments and tests. At the time, I did not believe what had occurred that night had really happened. I thought it was just a weird sex dream. So I definitely did not have any reason to believe that Derek had superhuman sex, transformation, and mind control abilities.

Over the next few weeks, I had several more encounters with him like I had that night. I would wake up smelling that strange odor in the middle of the night, and I would see a man standing at the foot of my bed. Each time he appeared as a different man.

He would change into other men: sometimes celebrities, but mostly guys from around town. We would have wild sex with his transformations. He would grow his muscles and add extra limbs, digits, muscles and cocks. Once he even grew and split his body into three bodies and fucked me as all three Hemsworth brothers at the same time.

During sex, my anus and rectum became capable of stretching to accommodate his cocks no matter the size or quantity. Sometimes my asshole would stretch beyond the physical limits of my normal body; however, the rest of my body would appear normal. No matter how big his cocks grew, my outer body never showed any sign when they were inside me, but I always felt like I was being filled up to the back of my throat.

Each time he finished, I would immediately wake up to the sound of my alarm. Nothing in my bedroom ever showed any sign of what had happened. I would always wake up feeling well-rested, believing I just had another one of those dreams. I really enjoyed having those dreams because they were so vivid and felt so real. I just did not realize yet how real they were.

As far as I know, Derek was keeping his new abilities a secret while he was a high school student. He would come to me at night and leave me thinking it was just a dream to keep his secret. I never told anyone about my dreams, and I never heard anything about his powers from anyone else on campus. Not that I or anyone else would believe such claims. Derek was being unusually cautious for an eighteen-year-old, especially given how powerful he had become.

Only once did Derek use his abilities in my high school classroom. It was during the week of the Town Festival, so we had a lot of expected absenteeism, especially among seniors. However, Derek came to school that day, and I had him for his first-period Algebra class. That class was all juniors, except for Derek who was the only senior in that class. That class went normal, and Derek did not use his powers that time.

Derek came back to my classroom during my fifth-period Calculus class. My fifth-period class was all seniors, but due to the festival, only three students were in class that day: Noah, Carlos, and Tucker. All three students were eighteen years old.

Noah sat in the middle seat of the front row, eager to begin. He was short, about five feet, six inches tall. He had a skinny build, shaggy hair, and wore square eyeglasses with thick black frames. He wore a T-shirt with blue jeans and tennis shoes. He was a high-achieving student in all his subjects. Noah had turned eighteen in February.

Sitting a few rows back to Noah’s right was Carlos, staring out the window at the tree line along our side of the building. He was average height, about five-foot-nine. He had a slender build and long hair that covered half his face. He wore all-black clothing and black boots. He was a creative type with a knack for math. Carlos had turned eighteen in April.

Then at the back of the classroom, sitting right by the door was Tucker, last to walk in and still getting his materials out of his backpack. He was about six feet tall. He had a large, athletic build and he wore his hair slicked back. He wore sweatpants, a hoodie and gym shoes. He was a football player who couldn’t wait to get to college. Tucker’s eighteenth birthday had just occurred the day before.

I was five-foot-ten with a dad bod, olive skin, dark-brown eyes, and thick curly black hair with some grays. I always wore a long-sleeve button-up shirt with slacks and comfortable dress shoes. I would turn twice eighteen the following month. After the bell had rung, but before I could begin the lesson, I heard the knock on the door. I walked to the door, but Tucker got up and opened it first. “Oh wassup Der’k,” I heard him say.

“Sit back down, Tucker,” I told him, “Let me handle it.”

Derek stepped into my classroom. He was wearing a sleeveless muscle shirt, some gym shorts, and a pair of flip-flops. His tall, muscular figure filled the doorway. I looked up at his beautiful smiling face.

“What do you need, Derek?” I asked, trying to rush him along. He produced a yellow slip of paper.

“I’m here to observe,” he replied while handing me the yellow slip of paper. “Don’t you remember? You asked me to come observe your Calculus class.”

I looked down at the slip of paper. It was a hall pass written and signed by me with that day’s date; it was a perfect forgery. I could not remember writing the hall pass, but upon hearing Derek’s words, I changed my mind. I decided it was a good idea to have Derek come observe my Calculus class during his free period because he had shown so much growth in his regular class. Maybe he would show even more growth observing an advanced math lesson.

I allowed Derek to enter my classroom to observe, and I had the other students move to the front row. Carlos and Tucker moved to the front row, but stayed on the same sides of the classroom. Derek took the seat directly behind Noah, in the middle of the second row. I was just about to start when the school intercom system pinged, and the school secretary’s voice came on the loudspeaker. “Hold. Hold,” she announced, “Clear the halls. Remain in your rooms.”

It was a hold drill, so I followed the protocol. I went back to the door and opened it to check the hallway, and I saw the hallway was already clear. I closed the door and pulled the door window cover down. During a “hold,” the hallways must remain clear, so no one can leave the classroom. I reminded the class of the expectations for the drill.

“All right guys,” I said to the class, “This is ‘hold’ protocol. No one leaves this classroom until we’re given the ‘all clear.’ Until then, we will continue with today’s lesson.”

As I finished that sentence, my senses were overwhelmed by a strange odor: the same strange odor from the other dreams. At first it smelled very strong, but right away I did not mind the smell. After a few minutes, the smell was barely noticeable. Neither I nor my students mentioned the odor. Finally, after all the distractions, I began the lesson.

Since I knew there would be a lot of absences, I had prepared an enrichment activity on different applications of integrals. The plan was to work through different examples like those the students might see on their tests for college credit. The absent students wouldn’t fall behind, while those in class would get extra practice.

We got through the first example pretty well. These were good students, and everyone was in a good mood. Derek even answered a question about net change correctly. When I asked him how he got so good at math so quickly, he said that he met a tutor over Spring Break who taught him everything there is to know.

I hadn’t noticed until that moment, but while we were working through the first example, Derek’s body was growing. The muscles in his upper body grew quite a bit bigger, but the real growth was below his waist. Derek’s legs grew much longer and his leg muscles thicker. Sitting in the student desk, he slouched down so he could awkwardly bend his knees in front of his desk so he had room for his long legs.

Meanwhile, his feet had grown massive. Each foot was approaching the size of a coffee table. His feet surrounded Noah at his desk. At some point both Derek and Noah had taken off their shoes, because Noah was rubbing his bare feet on the parts of Derek’s giant bare feet he could reach. I had to redirect this behavior before continuing the lesson.

“Derek, why don’t you move to the back of the classroom,” I instructed. “You can sit on that back table and let your legs stretch out.”

Noah looked disappointed, but Derek complied without objection. When Derek rose from his seat, he towered over his classmates. His legs alone were at least four feet long. As he made his way to the back of the classroom, he used his massive feet, which were still growing, to push the rows of desks to the sides of the classroom. I tried my best to ignore the ruckus he was making by continuing on with the lesson. At one point, I turned around and saw Derek’s huge, juicy ass in perfectly-snug, bright-white underwear, completely sticking out above the waistband of his gym shorts.

“Derek!” I cried out, “You know that you can’t be sagging your shorts like that. It’s against dress code!”

“But Mr. Russo,” he pleaded, “I can’t pull them up any higher.”

When he got to the back of the classroom he slowly turned around and revealed a basketball-size bulge filling the front of his underwear. This was the perfect bulge: a large flaccid penis draped over two large round testicles, perfectly cupped, lifted and separated from the thighs. The whole package was almost spherical, and it seemed to defy gravity. It was like he had this pair of underwear perfectly tailored to fit his suddenly massive cock and balls. As Derek took his seat on top of the table at the back of the classroom, the other students chastised me for trying to enforce dress code on Derek.

“What the hell, Mr. Russo?” Tucker blurted out.

“That’s not funny, Mr. Russo!” said Carlos. “He’s too big to wear normal clothes!”

“How’s he supposed to pull up his shorts?” asked Noah.

“Can’t you see he’s wearing his special underwear?” added Tucker.

“OKOkay You’re right! Y’all are all right!” I interjected. “I’m sorry Derek. I should not have said that to you. Now let’s please turn to the next example.”

As I struggled to regain control of the classroom, Derek’s body continued to expand. The next time I turned around, my eyes were immediately drawn to his huge white bulge. It had grown to the size of a large yoga ball. His legs were spread wide to accommodate it. His legs were so long that even with his knees bent, he was able to touch both sides of the classroom with his enormous feet.

His feet were at least eight feet long, four feet across. Each food had ten toes, ranging in size from small cantaloupes to large watermelons. His feet grew along the lengths of both sides of the classroom, pushing up against all the desks along the walls. His upper body looked disproportionately small compared to his lower body, but had still grown to superhuman size. He was a giant. His crouched frame filled the back of the classroom. He had to be approaching twelve feet tall, and most of it in his long legs.

I zoned out for a moment. Once I came to, I turned my back on the class and focused on working the example. I was seriously distracted, and my penis was painfully erect. I could not bring myself to turn around, because I feared I might lose control. I kept working the example on the board while saying the instructions aloud.

Noah asked a question, and I tried to answer without turning to face the class, but it was clear he was trying to get my attention. Then I heard a loud low moan from the back of the class and another moan behind me to my left. I turned around to see what happened.

Derek had doubled in size since the last time I had laid eyes on him. His bulge had stretched to the front of the classroom, but it was shrinking back towards his body. The fabric of his underwear took the shape of his enlarged cock and balls. Tucker was drenched in cum. He looked dumbstruck in the afterglow of the epic orgasm he no doubt had just experienced. A trail of cum ran across the classroom floor from Tucker’s desk to the tip of Derek’s bulge.

The rest of Derek’s clothes had disappeared. He now only wore his special underwear which changed size and shape to contain his ass, cock and balls. The other rows of desks had disappeared too. Only Derek’s giant feet, towering legs, and protean bulge filled the space between the front row and the back table. The room stank of fresh cum.

“Derek,” I scolded, “You shouldn’t ejaculate on other students!”

“Sorry, Mr. Russo,” Derek replied, “I couldn’t help it! It just sorta happens like that sometimes.”

“Don’t apologize to me,” I scoffed, “Apologize to Tucker. He’s completely soaked!”

“It’s okay, Derek,” said Tucker, “I know you didn’t mean to.”

“We’re still in a ‘hold’ drill,” I reminded the class, “We have to wait for the ‘all clear’ before you two can get cleaned up,”

“It’s all right, Mr. Russo,” said Tucker, “I like being soaked in Derek’s cum. It feels nice!”

“Tucker!” I exclaimed, “Watch your language!”

Then I got into an argument with Tucker about the word ‘cum’ and whether or not it is appropriate language for the classroom. Partway through, Noah’s hand shot up and he was calling my name. I tried to get Noah to wait while Tucker and I finished our petty squabble, but Noah insisted. He said, “No, Mr. Russo, look!” pointing at Carlos.

While Tucker and I were arguing, Derek’s bulge had grown again. His balls had filled the space on the empty floor between his two car-sized feet, resembling a giant cum-filled waterbed. His rock hard cock was six feet in diameter and stretched across the classroom. Despite its mass, the bulge rose at a slight angle, so that the tip of the cock was hovering directly above Carlos’ head. The fabric was soaked through with cum and stained from the dirt and dust it had picked up from the classroom floor. I looked up at Derek as he came on Carlos, drenching him in cum like he had done to Tucker.

Sitting down, Derek’s body was too big for the classroom. Derek’s neck and shoulders were bent forward, and the back of his head was pressed up against the ceiling. His gorgeous face—eyes closed, mouth agape—was the image of ecstatic bliss. His loud low moans reverberated throughout the classroom.

His massive pecs and torso covered much of the back wall. He rested his hands on his knees, which nearly rose to the height of his shoulders. He did not touch his cock, but he was cumming. The cum seeped through the fabric of his special underwear. Carlos moaned in orgasm as the deluge of cum cascaded over his body.

The lesson was effectively over. I had completely lost control of the class. Derek’s bulge then began to swing back toward Noah while still ejaculating on everything in its path. The flow of cum seemed to increase in pressure. Within seconds, Noah was covered in cum and moaning in orgasm just like the other two.

I stood at the front of the classroom frozen in an intense mixture of equal parts terror and arousal, as the tip of Derek’s titanic, cumming cock coated in skin-tight, filthy, cum-oversaturated fabric accelerated towards my face, but I made no attempt to flee. His cum poured over my entire body as the tip of the bulge engulfed my face. As his cum covered my body, I felt sensations of pleasure ripple throughout my body. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I came. The orgasm was intense.

I sort of collapsed to the floor, overwhelmed by all the pleasurable sensations. I felt the cum pooling around me on the floor. It was moving toward me. I felt the cum soak through my clothes and almost wrap itself around me.

I felt the cum bubble up into my anus, almost as if it was trying to fuck me. When the cum hit my prostate, I screamed out in pleasure as I came a second time. Tucker, Carlos and Noah all screamed out at the same time. We had all just experienced the same orgasm at the same time.

I quickly sat upright, wiped the cum from my face, and took a look at the classroom. All the furniture was gone. Tucker, Carlos, Noah, and I were all on the floor. Derek and the whole room seemed to be growing around us. It’s likely that we were shrinking, while Derek and the classroom remained the same size, but from my perspective, it looked like he was growing.

When we were small enough, Derek brought his hands down to us and scooped the four of us into the palms of his hand. As he lifted us up, our clothes started to disappear as if they were dissolving into the cum and washing off our bodies.

He placed us on top of one of his giant balls in a place that hadn’t yet been soaked through. Each of us was barefoot, shirtless, and without pants, wearing only a pair of tighty-whities. I felt a strange pressure in my groin. I looked down and saw my package was definitely bigger in proportion to my body. I looked at my other students, and they seemed to be coming to the same realization: our bulges were growing like Derek’s had grown.

Tucker immediately flipped over and started humping the part of Derek’s bulge beneath him. Carlos made his way over to Tucker. Noah lay on his back and began to stroke his growing penis through the fabric of his special underwear. When Carlos got to Tucker, he started humping Tucker’s back, until Tucker flipped over and they began to make out.

I scooted back from those three, up Derek’s bulge, closer to Derek’s crotch, and I fell back and lay on his bulge. I concentrated on my growing bulge. My cock became erect and stuck straight up in the air as I lay on my back. I watched my bulge grow longer and thicker as it came to resemble a dirty-white telephone pole.

While I was marveling at my macro manhood, Derek’s face caught my eye. He was staring down at us with playful glee. His massive, most-beautiful face appeared to me to be the size of a house. I lost myself in his warm gaze and brilliant smile. Then I realized, something was holding my huge hard cock and rubbing against it.

I looked at my cock and saw another bulge wrapped around it like the serpent entwining the Rod of Asclepius. I sat up to see whose it was, and it was Noah’s. He had grown his bulge as big as mine, stretched it over to mine, and began to coil his penis around mine. It felt amazing!

Derek brought down his massive hands and moved Noah and I next to each other, our bodies touching side by side. I looked at Noah, and I felt a deep attraction toward him. I had never before considered Noah physically attractive, but now I found him irresistible.

I embraced Noah and placed my hand behind his head and pulled him in close for a deep, passionate kiss. We made out while our penises coiled tightly around one another and our balls inflated with semen like giant water balloons. Soon, our entwined cocks were joined by Carlos and Tucker’s cocks, as they grew their bulges to wrap around ours. Noah and I moaned ecstatically into each other’s mouths as we continued making out.

Finally, Derek took our cocks with his left hand, while he took his own Redwood-sized cock in his right hand, and began stroking our cocks through the oversaturated fabric of our special underwear. Precum erupted from our cocks and flowed down the sides of our twisted shafts with such volume, we were at risk of drowning in our cum, but Noah and I did not care. Nothing mattered but the ecstatic bliss enrapturing our beings. We were becoming one gestalt.

Derek’s hands quickened their pace. The sounds of sex crescendoed as the five of us grunted and groaned over the loud smacking noises of Derek’s oversized hands pounding our oversized cocks harder and harder until climax.

We came in unison, our minds blown out in an unimaginably intense orgasm. Cum spewed forth from our cocks like old-fashioned oil gushers. Our cum splattered against the ceiling, rained down upon us, and filled the classroom. Noah, Carlos, Tucker, and I floated atop our flood of cum as our bulges rapidly diminished to normal size.

Derek reduced his size and slipped beneath the surface. Once Derek was out of sight, a violent current ripped through the classroom. A whirlpool had formed near the front of the classroom, and the other students and I were drawn under. I held my breath as my body was pulled to the front of the classroom. The cum seemed to drain into the floor, but there was no drain. It just disappeared.

The school intercom system pinged, and the school secretary’s voice came on the loudspeaker. “All clear,” she announced, “Hold protocol is no longer in effect. Once the bell rings, we will transition to sixth period. We apologize for the delay. Thank you for your patience!”

The last of our cum swirled into a single point on the floor and vanished without a trace during the announcement. The whirlpool had returned each of us to our respective places. I stood at the front of the class, while Noah, Carlos, and Tucker were back in their seats. Each of us had on the clothes we wore to school that day. The desks and classroom furniture were back in place. Everything was clean and dry; there was no cum. The smell of sex had completely dissipated. There was no sign of Derek at all. He had vanished with all our cum.

The students looked at me with puzzled expressions. I tried to say something, but I couldn’t get the words out. We sat in awkward silence for a couple of minutes until the bell rang. Noah, Carlos, and Tucker slowly gathered their belongings and got up from their seats. No one said another word as they left class.

My mind was reeling. I could not comprehend what I had just experienced. It was as if one of my vivid dreams had come to life in my Calculus class. There was no way all that had really happened, and yet it all felt so real. The more I thought about it, the more conflicted I became. I could not reconcile the actual with the impossible. I was afraid that I might be losing my grip on reality and putting my students in danger.

I had my planning period immediately following Calculus. I spent most of that time sitting in silence, thinking through everything, and calming myself down. I decided I would act as if nothing happened, and tried my best to put it out of my mind. Once I composed myself, I prepared for my last two classes that day. I had a section of Algebra and a section of Precalculus, and I made it through both classes well enough.

After school, I hid out in my classroom until most of the students and staff had left for the weekend before sneaking out to my car and driving home. I skipped the Town Festival and stayed home that weekend. I did not want to run the risk of running into Derek, Noah, Carlos, or Tucker, or worse, their parents. I threw myself into work, grading assignments and revising upcoming lesson plans. Thankfully, I didn’t have any more hyper-vivid sex dreams that weekend.

The following week was weird. Every morning I saw Derek in my first period class. He always seemed to wear as little clothing as he could get away with: muscle shirts, short shorts, and flip flops. His clothing choices always seemed to perfectly accentuate every curve of every one of his muscles. I frequently glanced at his bulge to see if it would change size or shape; I couldn’t help it. Once, he caught me looking and flashed me a flirty smile.

Even at his normal size, he was still six-foot-four, with size 15 feet, and more muscular than the average eighteen-year-old man. His skin was radiant, which made his muscles appear even more powerful. He looked like he woke up every morning with perfect hair. Over the two months between Spring Break and that week, Derek had become much, much hotter, but in a gradual way that did not raise suspicion. It helped that his face did not change a bit. Derek had been blessed with the face of a male fashion model since his sophomore year in high school.

I had never before felt such a strong attraction to a student as I did to Derek, and it frightened me. I tried to keep my distance from Derek. I avoided talking to him, and I wouldn’t call on him in class. I was afraid I might lose my grip on reality and act on my desires, hurting Derek in the process. I was afraid I might have already done just that in Calculus class with Noah, Carlos, and Tucker too.

Every afternoon, I saw Noah, Carlos, and Tucker in Calculus class along with their classmates who were absent before. Those three did not show any sign that anything out of the ordinary had happened. Stranger still, each of them had completed and turned in all the assigned examples I had planned for that class, at the usual varying levels of success. When other students asked what they had missed, they would talk about the hold drill and the examples we worked through: no mention of Derek or our hyper-bulge/hyper-cum orgy.

I was beginning to believe that it didn’t happen, but a few more oddities kept me suspicious. I physically could not bring myself to ask Noah, Carlos or Tucker about Derek or class that day. It felt as if some unknown force was preventing me from speaking. I wanted to ask, but when it came time, I could not form the words, and inevitably, I would have to change the subject.

At home, the hyper-vivid sex dreams seemed to have stopped. I had a couple dreams about Derek in my classroom and different men visiting my bedroom, but they felt more like regular dreams. I was unsure as to why the fantasy sex had stopped so abruptly after such an extreme episode. As the week went on, I seemed to be finding more questions than answers.

When the bell rang at the end of the school day that Friday, I was relieved. Only two more weeks until my summer break, and I had gone the whole week without incident and seemingly no consequences for what had occurred the previous week. As I was gathering my materials after the last student had left my classroom, I heard a knock on the door. It was Derek.

“Yes?” I asked timidly. His body filled the doorway to my classroom. He appeared taller than usual.

“Hey Mr. Russo! You have a few minutes to talk about my grades,” said Derek, more like a statement of fact, rather than a question.

“Yes,” I said, nodding my head.

Derek entered the classroom and closed the door behind himself. I could still see into the hallway through the window on the door, but there didn’t seem to be anyone there. Derek walked over to the table at the back of the classroom: the same one that featured as his seat when he nearly outgrew the classroom. He set his bag down on the table, opened it, and pulled out a stack of papers.

“I made corrections to all of my tests and assignments for the entire course,” said Derek, “You’ll find I’ve reworked all the problems correctly and shown proof for each step.”

I took the stack of papers from him and thumbed through them as he pulled out a few more papers from his bag.

“These are grade change forms that I’ve printed out for you,” continued Derek, “Since I’ve demonstrated mastery of all skills in the course, you can raise my grades for the previous terms.”

I stared at him for a moment to make sure he had finished talking before I said, “Yeah, I’m inclined to agree to that, if this all checks out.”

“Thanks,” said Derek. I didn’t say anything in response. I stowed the papers in my bag and continued gathering up my materials, avoiding eye contact.

“So I’m going to Western State next year, and I want you to come with me,” said Derek.

I froze. After a moment, Derek started to repeat himself, but I cut him off when I turned to look at him.

“What do you mean, you want me to come with you?” I asked him.

“I got you a job as a math professor there,” replied Derek, “You can still be my math teacher next year.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, feeling nervous and confused, “How could you get me a job as a college professor?”

Derek glanced over to the window on the classroom door before he walked toward me. “Don’t you remember?” he asked in a hushed tone. “I can turn into any man, even you. I became you and got you the job,” Derek smiled. “Don’t you want to keep playing with my superpowers?” he asked roguishly, under his breath.

He repositioned himself, so his back was facing the door. He grabbed the front waistband of his shorts and pulled them down to reveal a basketball-sized bulge in white underwear. My jaw dropped; I was stunned. He pulled his shorts back up and the bulge disappeared, or at least appeared to be its normal, plausibly-large size under his gym shorts.

“I can’t fully explain right now,” said Derek, “It’s too risky here at school. I’ll meet you back at your house. I’ll explain everything, and answer all your questions. Let me make my case, then you can decide.”

I couldn’t speak. I was mortified. Derek had just confirmed the impossible.

“Okay, see you later!” said Derek quietly, and he left the classroom.

My mind was awash in thoughts and emotions the whole way home. I questioned how all this could be possible. I worried about the ramifications of my actions. I wondered about the true extent of Derek’s new abilities, and I hated that I wanted so badly to have sex with him again.

When I got home, Derek was waiting for me, seated in my living room armchair. He was dressed very differently from when I saw him at school. He wore a long-sleeve hoodie with loose-fitting bluejeans and worn, dirty sneakers. He was dressed like he used to dress, before Spring Break. I was not startled the least bit by his presence.

I looked Derek in the eyes as I dropped my bookbag and keys on the floor of my entryway, walked around my sofa and took a seat across from him. I was afraid of what he might do, but I wanted to put on a brave face in my own house. I felt as much resentment as I felt excitement for the power Derek held over me in that moment. I wanted to scream, but I could not utter a sound.

“Are you expecting anyone to come over today?” asked Derek.

“No,” I replied.

“What are the chances someone comes over on a Friday night?” he asked.

“It’s unlikely,” I snapped back, “No one’s coming over. Why is this suddenly a concern for you?”

“Because I wanna be real with you, Mr. Russo!” he asserted, raising his voice.

I backed off. I did not want to provoke him into anger.

“I got ways of making sure people don’t bother us,” explained Derek, “but if I use them, your mind will be affected too. I wanna offer you a life beyond your wildest dreams, but I want you to accept it because you want to, not because I made you.”

I wanted to ask him how he has been affecting my mind, but I could not move my mouth to form the words. I had no choice but to listen to him explain.

Derek continued, “My body and my mind have gone through an amazing change! I now have complete control over my body on a molecular level, which means I can transform my body into just about anything I can imagine. But when it comes to humans, I can only transform into other men. In fact, my powers are very limited in the presence of humans who are not men, which is why we can’t stay at that high school. Most of the staff are women, and most of the students are children.”

“You used your powers to turn my class into a giant bulge and cum orgy last week!” I managed to get out. I had briefly regained my ability to speak. Derek looked a little surprised that I spoke up. Then, I felt a tighter grip prevent me from speaking.

“That was the only time,” said Derek, “We got lucky that you had one class period where all the students who weren’t men were absent. Once I saw that was gonna happen, I made sure we wouldn’t be disturbed. I’m hacked into the school’s computer network, so I can access the attendance records, and I can make it seem like the state called a surprise hold drill. I also mindfucked two guys into starting a fight and causing an actual medical emergency, so the hold would last longer. No one else ever had the chance to witness what we did in Calculus last week.”

“Anyways,” said Derek, trying to get back on track, “After I got my powers, I got myself into Western State. It’s got a higher male to female ratio than most schools in the state. The faculty and staff are mostly men, especially in certain departments, and the dorms, sports teams, and Greek life are all separated by sex. There are a lot more spaces for just men at Western State than at our small town high school, which means a lot more opportunities to play with my superpowers.”

Derek continued, “The first time you and I had sex, I bonded with you and gained all your body and mind’s information, so when I transform into you, I know everything I need to know to convince anyone I’m really you. I used my powers to impersonate you and to manipulate the college’s IT systems to get you the professor job. It’s lined up, but I didn’t sign anything final yet.”

Derek continued, “If you’re worried about the pay cut or your pension, I can pay you any amount of money you want. If it ever came down to survival, I could use my body to produce any food, drink, clothing or shelter you want, and you could live off just me. Come with me, be my math teacher, and let’s explore my powers to their limits, together. What do you say?”

I opened my mouth and stopped. I realized I could speak, but I wanted to choose my words carefully. “This is a lot to take in,” I said slowly, “but I have to ask: Why me?”

Derek inhaled deeply and let out a heavy sigh. “When I got these powers,” he began, “I became gay, permanently. My powers are deeply rooted in male homosexuality, but I was born straight. I need a teacher to help me learn what it really means to be a gay man. You’re the only out gay guy I know, and you’re a teacher. You’re perfect! Don’t you see?” He spoke with such pathos, his gorgeous face enhancing his expression.

I was touched by his genuine vulnerability. Then the implications started dawning upon my train of thought. For better or for worse, this barely-legal, straight man was gifted with Omega-level, gay-man-sex transformation and mind-control powers, and he was just unleashed upon society without a clue. This could be dangerous on a humongous scale.

“You make a good case,” I said, trying to maintain my composure, “You leave me no choice but to accept.”

“No, I’m giving you a choice,” retorted Derek, “If you want out, I will wipe your memory and leave you …”

“I know!” I interrupted, “I am choosing to go with you. I just meant that I have a moral obligation to go. I can’t let you go through this on your own.”

“All right! Thank you, Mr. Russo!” said Derek gleefully, “We’re going to have so much fun together!”

All of the sudden, the air in the room filled with that familiar, spicy, sweaty stench. I felt my anxiety and agitation fade away as my arousal amplified. I stood up from my seat at the same time Derek rose from his. He walked over to me, took me into his arms, and kissed me deeply. Butterflies welled up in my stomach, and shivers ran down my spine, limbs, and cock. When we broke our kiss, I realized I could speak freely.

“Derek, I have so many questions,” I said.

Derek was looking down at my body. He started running his hands across the front and back of my shirt. As he did so, my shirt and undershirt were absorbed into his hands. It looked like he was using his hands to erase my shirts off my body. He placed his large feet on either side of mine and absorbed my socks and shoes off of my feet and into his. He pressed his crotch against mine, and he absorbed my pants, belt, and underwear off my body and into his bulge.

“What are you doing?” I asked as Derek absorbed his clothes into his body. We stood naked before one another, so close that my erect penis was poking him. Derek had not started getting hard yet. His flaccid cock was bigger than my erection, and it hung down to a couple inches above his knees.

“Don’t worry,” he replied, “I have your clothes right here.” He held out his right hand, palm facing up, and my clothes materialized, appearing to quickly grow out of his palm. After 30 seconds, the clothes I was wearing were stacked folded in the palm of his right hand. He had my shoes in his left hand. He set the stack of clothes down on the coffee table and the shoes on the rug underneath.

Derek sat down sideways on the sofa, brought his legs up, and lay on his back. He took my hand and gently tugged me down on top of him. I picked up my left leg, straddled his body, and brought my head down. Derek reclined on the sofa and folded his hands behind his head.

“How did you get these powers?” I asked him as I laid my head on his chest.

“Over Spring Break, I took a trip to the big city with some friends from school,” began Derek, “We were walking around, and I got separated from the group. While I was looking for them, I met this really hot, young guy, like me. He noticed that I looked lost, and he offered to help me find my friends. We looked around for a little while, but no luck. He felt bad, and offered to buy me a drink. I told him I couldn’t because I was only eighteen, but he said not to worry; he knew a place.”

I lay on top of Derek, listening to his story, and I felt Derek’s cock expanding under me. It was still chubbing up, but it had already grown beyond a plausible size. I scooched myself up so that my chin nestled in the crook of Derek’s neck, and Derek’s cock was out from under me, free to grow.

“One thing led to another,” continued Derek, “and before I knew it, we were hooking up in his luxury penthouse. He’s like me; he has all the same powers. He turned me gay, and we had sex for four days straight. We didn’t stop to eat, sleep, or shit. We just kept fucking. We fucked in his penthouse, at a gay bathhouse, at a rave in an abandoned rail station, and in the top office at the bank that he owns.”

Derek’s cock continued to enlarge and rise as he spoke. I could feel its movements against my ass. I started grinding my seven-inch cock into his abs, which had the perfect amount of give for what I was doing.

Derek continued, “Of course, the entire time he was using his powers to transform his body and mine and other guys’ in impossible ways. He showed me all the ways he can use his powers. He expanded my mind’s capacity and uploaded a huge amount of information to my memory. I learned how his powers worked. I became aware of whole worlds of potential that have always existed alongside reality, and this guy was drawing his power from there to make impossible things happen.”

Derek’s cock had grown so hard and heavy that it had fallen on my back. The cockhead reached up to my shoulders. The growth slowed down as his penis stiffened. I shivered with anticipation.

Derek continued, “On the last night of my trip, he told me I was going to make his decades-long dream come true. He told me that I was the youngest and most beautiful candidate he’d ever considered, and that I had a perfect audition. He said that he wanted to make another of his kind, but in a different way from how he was made.

I felt Derek’s body rise beneath me as he grew another pair of shoulders and arms in front of his original set.

Derek continued, “He said that he worked for most of his human lifetime to get his powers, and that it took him another century to get his powers to their current level. He wanted to see what happens when someone is gifted his level of power at the beginning of their gay manhood, so he made me one of his kind and sent me home. The last thing he said was that he gave me the ultimate male privilege.”

When Derek’s new arms had finished forming, he used his second pair of hands to rub his cock and press it against my back. I lay on my stomach sandwiched between his tall, enhanced, teenage body and his massive, three-foot cock.

“I’m so sorry, Derek,” I said, “That sounds like a very scary and difficult thing to experience. I’m sure your friends were worried about you too, huh?”

“No, not at all,” said Derek, staring at the ceiling. He and I synchronized our stroking and grinding. I felt the first globs of his precum soak the back of my head. I was already getting close to cumming.

Derek continued, “I was with my friends almost the whole time I was gone. After this guy bonded with me the first time, he replicated me and reunited my copy with my friends. They thought I had only been lost for a few hours. When I got my powers, I got my copy’s memories too. None of my friends know.”

“Who does know?” I asked him.

I closed my eyes as I lay with my left ear pressed against Derek’s left jaw. I heard Derek take another deep breath and let out an exasperated sigh. I was on the edge of orgasm.

He said, “Just you, and me … and my dad.”

I came, and the conversation pretty much ended there for the night. Derek sat up and used all four of his arms to pick me up and position my asshole on the tip of his hyper cock. He pulled my body down and thrust his cock into my ass. My anus stretched around his cock, and his cock disappeared into my asshole like a heavy punching bag being stuffed into Mary Poppins’s reticule.

That night we divided and replicated, first into two, then into four, and finally into eight. We fucked on my sofa, my armchair, my dining table, my kitchen counters, my desk, my bed, my guest bed, and in my bathtub shower, all at the same time. That night, we came together 22 more times. When we merged back together, eight became four, then four became two, and finally two became one.

By the time our bodies had fully merged with all our copies, our cum flooded every room of my house up to my knees. Derek stood up, stretched out his four arms in four different directions, and summoned all the cum to flow toward us. The cum whipped up into the air and flew past me to Derek, as if carried by a strong wind. Derek absorbed all of our cum, from throughout the house, into his body. Just a small amount of cum remained on our bodies.

The cum that was left started rippling and running in different directions across our bodies and transformed into new clothing on our bodies. Now, I was wearing a skimpy, dark blue plush bathrobe and matching house slippers, while Derek appeared in brown work boots and a custom pair of gray coveralls with four arm sleeves. The front zipper was open, so his huge cock flopped out.

We embraced, his front arms wrapped around my shoulders while his back hands grabbed my ass, and we exchanged one last goodnight kiss. Then he morphed into his father with only two arms and a plausibly-large cock, and he zipped up his coveralls which shrank to fit his new frame. He left my house, as his father, through the front door.

The last two weeks of school flew by. I filed the grade-change forms to retroactively give Derek an A in my course for all terms of his senior year. I accepted the math professor job at Western State University, and I let my principal know I would not be returning the following school year.

At school, Derek and I never let on that we were in an inappropriate relationship. Derek muted his irresistibility to help me maintain the illusion of normal teacher-student interactions. He still looked just as attractive, but his appearance no longer drove me mad with lust during the day.

At night, Derek visited me a few more times before graduation. Each time, he drove his father’s pick-up truck to my house, taking the form of his 42-year-old father. He parked in my driveway and came and went through my front door. Once inside my house, Derek would take whatever form he pleased, and we would fuck.

When graduation day came, I could not have been more excited to attend the ceremony. The ceremony was held on our school’s football field, and began at 9:00 a.m. The temperature was already in the low nineties (33 Celsius), and climbing. I was seated on the temporary stage, wearing a gown with full academic regalia for a Master of Science over my normal school clothes. Thankfully, we only had about 50 graduates, so the ceremony was over within the hour.

When it came time for Derek to walk on stage, seeing him in his cap and gown, I thought about what it all meant. Derek had been my student since he was sixteen, and I had witnessed him grow from a boy into a godlike man. His commencement was less about graduating high school and more about graduating mortality. I was as happy for Derek as I was afraid for him.

As I watched him cross the stage to receive his diploma, I thought about my future with Derek. I had no idea what was coming. In many ways I was celebrating my own commencement: the beginning of my life as both Derek’s teacher and his acolyte.

Derek and I were taking a blind leap of faith into our future together. For all his knowledge, Derek could not know the future, just as for all his power, he could not change the past. His experience may have been on a more meta level than any mere mortal’s, but it was still firmly tied to the present, just like the rest of us. In this, Derek and I were the same.

After the ceremony, the other teachers and I walked onto the field to walk among the crowd of graduates on the field and their guests coming down from the bleachers. As I walked through the crowd, I stopped to say hi to some students, parents, and community members. When asked about going to teach at the college, I told folks that it was an amazing academic research opportunity, a passion project.

After a few rounds of this, I spotted Derek’s father, Gary Masterson, in the crowd. This was my first time seeing the real Gary since Derek had revealed his powers to me. However, since Derek started taking Gary’s shape to visit me, I had grown fond of seeing his face. When I caught his eye, I waved excitedly and walked over to him.

When he saw me, his face lit up, and he walked to meet me and reached out to embrace me. I reciprocated, but when we hugged each other, we kissed on the lips. It was just a quick peck, but it was very affectionate.

It was a surprise, but a welcome one. Gary smiled, pleased with himself. I looked around, and people had definitely noticed. I felt uneasy showing affection in general, much less with a parent at a well-attended school function.

“Relax, Jeremy!” said Gary, still smiling, “Derek ain’t a student anymore, and the way he tells it, you ain’t teaching here no more anyway.”

I blinked. “You’re right, Gary,” I capitulated, “Still kinda weird while I’m at work though.”

“You’re all right,” he winked. We looked at each other for a second, and then we both cracked up, laughing. Just then, Derek came up to us from behind me. He walked around me to give his dad a hug.

“What are y’all guys laughing at?” he asked his father.

“Aw nothing, Son. I’ll tell you later,” Gary replied, “Hey, congratulations! I’m so proud of you!”

“Yes, congratulations Derek!” I added.

“Thanks.” said Derek, smiling.

We stood for a moment in awkward silence. There was a lot I wanted to say to both Derek and Gary, but I couldn’t make the words come out. I didn’t try to speak any further; I just kept smiling.

Derek said, “Dad, I’m gonna go hang out at the lake with some friends, I’ll see you back at home this afternoon.”

“All right,” replied Gary, “Have fun!”

“Thanks!” said Derek, “See you later Mr. Russo!”

“Bye Derek! Have a good time!” I said.

Gary and I watched Derek run back toward a group of senior boys: Noah, Carlos and Tucker among them. Derek’s magnificent teenage body was hidden underneath the long graduation gown, but I was still captivated by him. Gary placed his arm around my shoulder.

“I’m so proud of him,” said Gary

“Yeah,” was all I could manage to say in response. I pat Gary on the back, as I sidestepped out of his embrace and turned to him. Again, I wanted to say more, but I physically could not.

“Sorry,” I said to Gary, “I guess I’m not in a talking mood.” Gary gave me a look which suggested he knew exactly what I meant.

“You wanna come on by for supper tonight to celebrate?” he asked me, “Nothing like a good meal to get you in the talking mood.”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea!” I replied, “What time should I drop by?”

“Around 5:30?” said Gary.

“Sounds great!” I said. We hugged, and this time I initiated the kiss. We broke into laughter and said our goodbyes. Gary left after that, but I stayed to mingle and converse with other graduates and their families. Suddenly, my apparent new romance replaced my new job as the primary topic of most conversations. I told everyone who asked that it was new and exciting, and I politely redirected the conversation to other topics.

Later that day, I drove out to Derek and Gary’s house which was in this little unincorporated settlement about fifteen miles (24 km) outside town. The two-story house was painted sky blue with white trim and featured a spacious, covered, wrap-around porch on the front and right sides of the house. There was a large live oak tree in the front yard that provided additional shade.

I pulled into the driveway which led to their detached, three-car garage. The doors were open, and I could see Gary inside, working on a classic-looking, blue sports car next to his white pick-up truck. The third spot was empty, presumably reserved for Derek. I parked my car in the spot on the driveway in front of the sports car.

Gary was playing country music pretty loudly, but he went to turn it off when he saw me pull up. He was wearing a white ribbed tank top, an old, torn-up pair of loose bluejeans, and a pair of brown work boots. I was still wearing my school clothes. He wiped his hands with a shop towel as I got out of my dark-green compact sedan.

“Hey Jeremy!” Gary called out to me, “Sorry about all this, I musta lost track of time.” He was drenched in sweat and covered in grease and grime.

“No, it’s all right,” I replied, “I think I’m early.”

“Either way, Derek ain’t back yet,” said Gary, “but you’re welcome to come on in.” Gary closed up the garage, and we made our way inside.

“Oh thank you!” I replied, “I was hoping to talk to you about …,” and I could not speak any further.

Without skipping a beat, Gary chimed in, “Best wait until we get inside the house.”

I felt reassured by his words, and I gave him a nod. Gary closed up the garage, and we made our way up to the porch and inside the house. Upon entering the house I was immediately overwhelmed by its stench. The place reeked of cum, sweat, motor oil, and pungent spices, and I thought I smelled marijuana. This time the smell took some getting used to, but I did not mention it to Gary.

Gary quickly showed me around downstairs. We walked past the stairs, down a hallway which opened up to a large living room with a gray reclining sectional and a big flatscreen television. The downstairs bathroom was to the left, and the kitchen was beyond the living room to the right.

“Well, make yourself at home,” Gary told me, “I’m gonna go upstairs to rinse all this off and change my clothes. I’ll be right back,” and he went upstairs.

I made my way to the large sectional, and I was about to sit down, when I saw a family portrait hanging on the wall. It was Gary, Derek, and Derek’s mother from the time when she was still alive. I crossed the room to study the portrait up close.

Derek looked to be about three or four years old in the picture, so the photo was likely taken around fifteen years prior. I considered the absurdity of the fact that Derek, with his miraculous body and incredible powers, had once been a normal little boy.

Then I looked at his mother. I didn’t know his mother; she had died before I moved to town. She was absolutely beautiful. I could see many of Derek’s features on her face, like the feminine version of his masculine beauty. It was clear that Derek inherited his good looks from her. I wondered what she would think about my relationship with Derek.

Suddenly, I heard Gary moaning upstairs. It sounded like he might be hurt, so I rushed up the stairs to see if he was all right. As I came up, his moans stopped. I called out his name, but there was no answer. When I hit the second floor and rounded the banister, I saw Gary getting out of the shower. He had left the bathroom door open.

He was noticeably more muscular than when Derek had appeared as him our first time, but his cock was the same size: nearly as thick as a soda can and dangling halfway down his thigh. His balls were the size of two small lemons. He was patting his face with his towel. The rest of his nude profile was on full display. My cock stiffened.

“Gary! Are you okay?” I asked, “It sounded like you got hurt!”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” replied Gary, as he finished drying off his head and neck. Then he looked at me taken aback. “Whoa Teach! Are you in dress code?” he teased.

At first I didn’t understand what he meant, but then I realized I was completely naked with a hard-on. Unlike Gary, I still had my same dad bod. “I assumed it would be clothing optional.” I joked nervously.

“You assumed correct,” he confirmed in a sultry tone as his huge cock started to swell, “You’ll find it difficult to keep your clothes on in this house, but at least you’ll find it easier to speak your mind.”

“What is up with that?” I exclaimed, “Why do I get all tongue-tied trying to talk about Derek?”

“The magic keeps his secrets,” answered Gary mysteriously, as he finished drying off. His large semi began to rise.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Derek’s magic has to be kept secret,” explained Gary, hanging his towel back on the rack, “and the magic does what it needs done to keep the secret. You and I get to know the secret, but we can’t tell anyone. If you try to say anything even a little bit about the secret, the magic will stop you.”

“Huh, okay,” I said skeptically, “but can we talk here?”

“Yup, as long as we’re inside the house,” said Gary, his cock fully erect: fifteen inches long and two and a half inches in diameter (times pi for circumference). I looked down at my own seven-inch erection, then back at Gary. He exited the bathroom and beckoned me to follow him to a room off to the right.

Gary led me to his bedroom. The room was illuminated by natural light from the large sliding glass door that led out to the balcony overlooking his big backyard. The blinds were wide open, and I could see the backs of some of their neighbors’ houses. However, I wasn’t too concerned about whether the neighbors would see us. After all, the magic keeps his secret.

Gary went around the left side of the king-size bed and lay down on his left side, facing me. He leaned against his elbow and propped up his head with his hand. His huge, erect cock lay heavy on the bright-white comforter. The evening sun, streaming in from the west-facing windows, cast a long shadow which made his cock appear even larger. Gary smiled at me, inviting me to join him.

I went around the right side of his bed, and I sat down on the corner nearest to the door we came through. My cock jutted up from between my legs and hovered just above my belly button. I turned to Gary, and I asked him, “What do you think about Derek’s powers?”

“Dadgumit, Jeremy!” he hollered, rolling over on his back. Gary’s cock lifted off the bed with a whoosh and landed on his six-pack abs with a thud. He dramatically brought his hands to his face to cover his expression. He continued to speak through his hands, “You just cut straight to the hard questions! I was hoping to have a little fun before my son gets back.”

“Well, I was hoping to talk to you about Derek before he gets back!” I replied. “Can’t we do both?”

Gary took his hands from his face and used his elbows to sit up a little. He looked me in the eyes, then he scanned my body up and down before his gaze met mine again. Then he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and let out a heavy sign, just like Derek. This was not a family that talked about their personal thoughts and feelings.

“No,” said Gary plainly. He sat up and his penis rapidly shrank back to its flaccid state. He stood up from the bed, turned around to look at me. “And you’re right,” he said humbly, “You did mention that you wanted to talk. I’m sorry.”

He looked down at the bed, and two sets of clothes materialized, laid out across the bedspread: boxers, blue jeans, and a white T-shirt for Gary, and the very same clothes I had worn there for me. It was unreal.

“How is this possible?” I asked Gary as we got dressed.

“Well, Derek used his magic on the house,” he replied, “so now the house can do some magic like Derek can. You know: make stuff, change stuff, clean itself, fix itself. It’s been great!”

“Wow, that sounds nice,” I said, “I wonder if Derek would do the same for my house.” We finished getting dressed, but both of us went barefoot. Gary’s skin tight jeans looked perfectly tailored to hold in all his assets. I followed him downstairs, the whole way, unable to take my eyes off of his bulbous asscheeks.

“I’m gonna grab a beer, you want one?” offered Gary.

“Sure,” I replied, “What do you got?”

Gary smiled, “Oh, the fridge already knows what you want,” he said, “You’ll see.”

I followed him to the kitchen. When he opened the fridge, it was empty except for two six-packs. One was the local variety of cheap American-style pale lager, and the other was my favorite pilsner from an obscure, out-of-state microbrewery.

“Ho-ly shit!” I exclaimed, “Do you know what this is?”

“Your favorite beer, apparently,” he replied with a smirk.

“Yeah, it is!” I said enthusiastically, “Wow! That’s amazing!”

“Have as many as you’d like,” offered Gary, “We won’t run out as long as you’re here.”

We made our way to the large sectional and took prime seats across from the television. The middle section had become a loveseat with cupholders in the armrests on either side. We sat close, side by side. Gary put his arm around my shoulder and took a swig from his beer.

“I think it’s great that Derek got his magic powers,” said Gary, “I’m glad my boy gets to live any life he dreams of, but I gotta admit, it gets pretty weird around here.”

“Oof, I bet,” I replied. Gary gave me a quick squeeze on the shoulder. I smiled at him and asked, “How did you find out about Derek’s powers?”

“Here, I’ll show you,” replied Gary. A television remote materialized on Gary’s armrest, and he used it to turn on the big flatscreen. The front of Gary’s house appeared on the screen. Derek pulled into the garage in a red sports car. The scene cut to Gary with his old dad bod, making a sandwich in his kitchen, wearing a T-shirt and blue jeans, and hearing the sound of Derek pulling in. The camera followed Gary as he went and opened the front door.

Cut to Derek out front, wearing a gray hoodie, blue jeans and flip-flops, walking up to the front porch after closing up the garage. Gary exited the house and stood on the porch in front of the door looking around in confusion. “Who dropped you off?” asked Gary.

“I drove myself,” replied Derek confidently.

“In what?” asked Gary incredulously.

“Come to the garage,” replied Derek, “I’ll show you.”

Gary crossed the porch and walked down the stairs to meet Derek. Derek stood about four inches taller than Gary. The two men made their way to the left-side door and entered the garage. Inside the garage, the two men looked down at the parking spot next to the pick-up truck where Derek had pulled in his sports car. The parking spot was empty with no sign that the sports car had been parked there.

“What are you showing me, Derek?” asked Gary.

“Close the door, and I’ll show you,” said Derek.

Gary closed the door behind them. When the door was shut, the expression on Gary’s face changed to an easygoing smile. Derek outstretched his right arm, fingers spread, and a mass of red-painted metal and black rubber appeared to unfurl from his hand. The mass poured out onto the empty parking spot and formed itself into the red sports car. Gary’s jaw dropped in delighted surprise.

“Holy fuck Derek!” shouted Gary enthusiastically, “How’d you do that?”

“Well ,Dad,” began Derek, “on my trip, I got magic powers. I can change my body and use it to make impossible things happen.”

Gary walked over to the hood of the sports car and ran his fingers along the hood of the car. He gasped when he felt the cool metal touch his fingertips, as if he had expected it to be an illusion. He asked Derek, “What else can you do?”

Derek stepped to his father and grew in size. He grew taller, his shoulders broadened, his muscles swelled, and his clothes got tighter. He placed his hands on his father’s shoulders and turned him around. Gary looked up in awe as his son towered over him. Derek’s cock rapidly outgrew his bluejeans and ripped through the denim before it had fully hardened. The rest of his clothing did not last much longer, bursting into tatters and falling to the garage floor.

Derek, nude and growing, pushed his father back, onto the hood of the car, and lifted his father’s ass with his left hand, while he held Gary down with his right forearm pressed against his chest. Using his left hand, Derek ripped off the crotch of his father’s blue jeans so that Gary’s cock, balls, taint, and asshole were exposed. Gary’s huge cock and balls were pretty close to the same size they were when I saw him get out of the shower earlier.

Then, Derek took his right arm off of his father’s chest and made a shushing sound. “Be calm, Dad,” said Derek with a firm yet soothing tone of voice, “Trust me. You want this.”

“I trust you, son,” Gary replied softly. He lay back on the car, and Derek had him hold his legs back, so Derek could access his asshole. Derek took his right hand and, using his index and middle fingers, penetrated his father.

Immediately, Gary’s huge cock grew hard and shot cum in the air. Gary let his head fall back against the hood of the car as he groaned in ecstasy. Derek quickly shoved his entire enlarged hand and giant, over-muscled forearm inside his father all the way up to his elbow.

Derek slowly pulled his arm out of his father, and positioned himself to fuck him. Derek had stopped growing at this point. Kneeling on the ground, he had to bend his head forward just to keep from breaking through the garage ceiling. His hyper cock approached six feet long and over a foot in diameter. His colossal, spherical balls rested on the floor and crested above his hips when he sat back on the heels of his gargantuan feet.

Using just his gigantic left hand, Derek grabbed his father by both legs and held them between his fingers by the ankles. With his right hand he positioned the tip of his cock against his father’s stretched-out hole. Then, he placed his right hand under the small of his father’s back and lifted him just enough to thrust his first several inches into his father.

The two men growled and moaned like wild animals as Derek thrust his hyper cock into his father’s hyper anus and pulled his father down his massive shaft. Just as with me, other than his impossibly stretched anus, Gary’s body did not show any signs of the mammoth tool inside him. It looked like his son’s hyper cock had disappeared into his ass.

When Gary’s bottom hit his son’s hairy crotch, Derek shrank down enough to kiss his father on the lips. Father and son made out against the hood of the sports car, which looked like it might buckle under their weight. After a minute, they broke their kiss. The two men opened their eyes, and both men’s eyes shone brightly with white light. The lights in the garage started to flicker, and the son began to fuck his father hard against the hood of the red sports car.

They became like a blur as Derek thrust his hyper cock in and out with superhuman strength and speed. The car crumpled beneath them. Electric sparks spontaneously scintillated through the air around them. A gust of wind seemed to emerge from beneath them. Gary’s eyes were wide, and his mouth was agape in either terror or wonder. Derek was snarling with raw, animalistic passion and greed. It was horrifying.

“What the fuck?” I said, disturbed. Gary paused the video. “What is he doing to you?” I asked him.

“He’s bonding with me,” replied Gary casually. He resumed the video, but he muted the volume. On screen, Derek continued fucking Gary harder and harder against the crumpling sports car. Gary didn’t take his eyes off the screen as he narrated what happened.

Gary continued, “He’s already turned me gay, and stretched out my butthole. He’s growing my mind and putting a ton of information in there. He’s basically telling me everything, but instead of talking to me, he’s copulating with me.”

On screen, the wind had whipped something in the air, further obscuring the image. It was only when Derek abruptly stopped that I realized what it was. Gary was stuck halfway down Derek’s hyper cock and he was cumming continuously. Gary’s cum, whipped up by the mysterious wind, circled around them, illuminated by the flickering lights and spontaneous sparks.

“When did this happen?” I asked him.

“This was when he got back from his trip to the big city,” replied Gary.

“Wow, so he told you right away!” I said.

“Of course he did! He knows better!” Gary asserted, “Dang near blew out my brains telling me everything, though. Well, you see.”

On screen, Derek sat back on his bottom and brought his legs forward to stretch them across the three-car garage. Derek’s giant feet collided with Gary’s white pick-up truck and pushed it into the wall. The wall held, and the pick-up truck, and whatever was behind it, flattened against the soles of Derek’s feet. His legs stretched the width of two-and-a-half parking spaces, and his feet covered the wall across from him.

On screen, Gary hung, slumped forward, from Derek’s cock. He appeared to me unconscious, but he was still cumming. Derek sat against the wall breathing heavily. He grabbed his father’s body with his giant right hand.

“Fuck.” I groaned, trying to take it all in. Then, I noticed a very tall figure standing in the hallway.

“What are y’all doing?” asked Derek with a sly grin across his beautiful face.

Derek entered the living room, looming over everything. His hair grazed the ceiling, and each step he took with his oversized feet shook the room. His shoulders and chest appeared twice as broad as usual, but his waist was twice as small. His exaggerated muscles ballooned and bulged cartoonishly. He wore only his special pair of white briefs that held his basketball-sized ass cheeks and yoga-ball-sized package.

His nipples were as big as teacup saucers, and the stuck-out parts were the size of Vienna sausages. Thick patches of hair grew from his armpits and stuck out the top of his briefs. The rest of his body was covered in stubble, suggesting he had shaved it all a few days prior. His hair was cut much shorter than usual. His face was perfectly shaved clean and appeared exactly as exceedingly beautiful as before he got his powers.

“Welcome back, Son!” said Gary, “I was just showing Jeremy our first time.”

Derek crossed the room in front of the television as the sectional transformed. The section to my left rearranged itself, in high-tech fashion, into an armchair large enough to accommodate Derek’s size. Derek took his seat, and the chair reclined with ease despite Derek’s increased mass. He sat perpendicular to Gary and me, so his gigantic, stinky feet rested directly in front of us.

Derek looked at me directly and said, “Well, it’s only fair, I guess. He’s seen your first time with me, Mr. Russo.”

I looked at Gary. Gary was wearing only a clean pair of white briefs. I looked down at myself and saw that I too was wearing only a clean pair of white briefs. I looked at Derek whose briefs were not clean, but soaked through with his cum. He was still looking at me.

“You’ll find it difficult to keep your clothes on in this house,” Derek told me.

Gary and I responded in unison, “But at least you’ll find it easier to speak your mind!” The stench of Derek’s cum filled my nose on top of the persistent funk already hanging in the house. Gary and I broke into laughter. We glanced at each other and became infatuated with one another.

Gary and I both moved toward each other, and we made out for a few minutes. Derek watched us as if he were savoring a meal. When we broke our kiss, we did not break eye contact. We held our faces about two inches apart.

“You watched my first time with Derek on your TV?” I asked in a mocking tone.

“Yup,” answered Gary plainly, “and that time in your classroom.” Again, Gary and I broke into laughter. We were so giddy in love, we were like two teenagers. When we settled down, Gary asked me, “Is this your fantasy?” gesturing to our tighty-whities.

I looked down at Gary’s eggplant-sized bulge, then at my peach-sized bulge, and I replied, “Fuck no! This is all your son’s fucking bullshit.” I laughed, but Gary looked confused.

“Derek! This is your fantasy?” asked Gary incredulously.

“Dad, I have a lot of fantasies,” replied Derek, “The few I’ve tried out are a drop in the bucket of what I plan to do.”

“Dang,” sighed Gary, under his breath. Gary and I sat back in our loveseat section and sipped on our beers as we turned our attention back to the screen. On screen, Derek, giant and nude, with white, brightly-glowing eyes, taking up the entire three-car garage, used his father as a human fleshlight, his hyper cock appearing from and disappearing into his father’s ass.

“What is your fantasy?” Gary asked me.

Before I could answer, Derek chimed in. “I’ll show you his fantasy,” he said.

Suddenly, Gary morphed into a perfect facsimile of me, right in front of my eyes. His muscles deflated, and his six-pack became my beer gut. His eggplant bulge became a peach-like mine too. My eyes widened in shock, and I spit out my beer all over Gary as my clone. He reached for the armrest and grabbed a towel that materialized there.

“Mr. Russo,” said Derek, getting my attention. He motioned with his eyes and chin toward my armrest. I saw a plain, white-framed, handheld mirror on the enlarged armrest. The mirror had not been there before. I picked up the mirror and held it toward Gary, my clone, as he finished drying off. I felt embarrassed.

Gary, my clone, looked in the mirror and squinted his/my eyes. “Jeremy? I’m you, Jeremy?” he asked in my deep, gay voice, without a trace of his usual country twang, “Your fantasy is to be with yourself?”

“Yes,” I grimaced nervously. Gary, with my face, looked at me perplexed. “Well, before Derek,” I explained, “I had been single for six years: the entire time I lived in our small town. That relationship, the last one before I moved to town, was only six months long. My relationships have always been brief and rare. Before Derek, I was happiest when I was single.”

“So what!” exclaimed Gary with my voice, “I’m sure you still got around.”

“Not recently,” I replied, “Yeah, when I was younger, but I hit my thirties and I just lost my desire for sex with other men. I’ve had enough bad hook-ups, and I really preferred masturbating in the privacy of my own home to having sex with someone else. I thoroughly enjoyed my solo sex life … before Derek.”

“Huh, so you were a gay dude who didn’t have sex with other fellows,” said Gary skeptically in my voice, “but why do you want to be with yourself?”

“Because I love myself!” I declared proudly, “I’m the man of my dreams; I’m my number-one fan! Look, I am very self-centered, and I don’t really care about romance. I would honestly love nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with myself.”

I practically dove into my clone, Gary, for a deep passionate make out session with myself. As I groped around his body-like-mine, I felt it start to change. He morphed back into his own, more muscular form. Disappointed, I broke the kiss.

“You mean before Derek,” added Gary encouragingly, “right?” His usual accent and tone returned to his speech.

I didn’t respond right away. Instead, I turned and looked at Derek. His massive body, splayed out across the supersized recliner, filled my frame of vision. His beautiful face was the cherry on top. I was extremely turned-on by the sight of this impossible high-school-muscle-teen-fantasy-cartoon-come-to-life, but I knew the truth. I meant what I had said, even though I had chosen to be with Derek.

“I don’t mean to be rude,” I started, changing the subject, “but I am pretty hungry. Any chance we might be having dinner soon?”

“Hey Derek,” Gary called to his son, “How about we get our clothes on and have supper, and, uh, you can make yourself a regular-sized Derek, okay?”

“Right … supper,” said Derek while staring off into space for a moment. Then his recliner put itself in its upright position, and he stood up. As this happened his body transformed back into his usual form that he used in public. The permanent stench hanging in the air shifted to less cum and more herbs and spices. Clothing materialized on all of our bodies.

Each of us wore a sharp, well-tailored, black suit, a white shirt, and a blue tie. I wore a dark blue tie, Gary wore a pale blue tie, and Derek wore a bright blue tie. We each had on a pair of black shoes of slightly different design, with black socks and belts, of course. We looked ready for a fancy cocktail party. I was impressed.

“Derek, please show our guest to the dining room, while I fix up our plates,” said Gary, trying to sound a little fancier. I chuckled to myself.

Derek led me down the hallway and through a set of double doors, across the way from the stairs. The spacious, brightly-lit dining room had white walls, hardwood floors, and two large windows looking out upon the side of the wrap-around porch. A large wooden dining table with six matching dining chairs sat in the middle of the room: no other furniture or decor. A doorway on the left in the back corner led to the kitchen.

When Derek walked in, the room began to transform. Heavy dark-blue curtains materialized and covered the windows. The table shrank to a smaller round table, and three of the chairs gathered around the table as it moved closer to the kitchen. The other three chairs merged and morphed into a black, baby grand piano, which came to rest in the right corner of the room by the double doors.

A white tablecloth, three place settings, and a centerpiece of summer roses and candlesticks materialized on the shrunken table. Small side tables with more candlesticks and flower arrangements emerged from a couple of unoccupied spaces along the wall. An abstract painting appeared on one of the empty walls. The lights dimmed until the room was entirely illuminated by candle light. The transformation was seamless and took less than fifteen seconds.

Gary entered the room from the kitchen with a tray of food and drinks. “Dang Derek!” he exclaimed in wonder upon seeing the complete transformation of the dining room, “We are eating highfalutin fancy tonight!”

Derek smiled, mouth closed, as he took his seat closest to the entrance. I was still frozen in awe and confusion. Gary set the tray down upon a folding tray stand and noticed me standing in the large doorway. “Jeremy,” he called to me, and I snapped out of it.

“Derek!” I exclaimed jubilantly, “This is amazing!” I approached the table and looked down at the food on the tray: three ribeye steaks, three fully loaded baked potatoes, and three pints of beer. “You made all this food too?” I asked enthusiastically.

“Yes he did!” answered Gary for his son, “And he is an amazing cook! He knows just how you like it.” Gary was clearly very proud of his son’s abilities. He started setting the plates on the table. I took the seat in the back corner, leaving the seat by the kitchen for Gary. Derek and I waited for Gary to finish and take his seat.

When Gary sat down, he raised his glass to make a toast, and Derek and I raised our glasses in kind. “To Derek,” toasted Gary, “for graduation, and going to college. Congratulations, Son! I’m proud of you.”

“Congratulations, Derek!” I responded.

Gary and Derek clinked their glasses. “Thanks, Dad,” said Derek. Next, Derek and I clinked our glasses. “Thanks, Mr. Russo,” said Derek.

Then, Gary and I clinked our glasses. “Thank you, Mr. Russo,” said Gary.

“Thank you both,” I replied enthusiastically, “for welcoming me into your extraordinary home!”

“You’re welcome,” Derek and Gary responded in unison as they started cutting their steaks. My steak was medium-rare with garlic lemon butter on the side, while Derek and Gary ate their steaks cooked rare, and Derek added steak sauce to his, while Gary did not put anything on his steak. Our potatoes were loaded with butter, sour cream, chives, cheddar cheese, and bacon bits. I was drinking my favorite pilsner, and they were drinking the regional pale lager.

No one spoke for some time. The room was filled with the sounds of mouths chewing, throats swallowing, knives cutting, and forks scraping against plates. The meal was incredibly delicious, despite the unusual stench which still hung in the room, over the aroma of food, flowers and flames. Finally, I broke the silence, “The food is really good, guys!”

“Thank you,” replied Gary, “but it’s all Derek, here.”

“Literally,” added Derek. That piqued my interest.

“Derek, how are you doing all of this?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” asked Derek in return.

“Well, the food, the table, the room, our clothes,” I explained, “This is all you, right?”

Derek didn’t respond right away. He was chewing on a piece of steak.

“I’m sorry, Derek,” Gary chimed in, “I tried to explain it to him.”

Derek swallowed. “It’s okay, Dad. He just wants to learn,” said Derek, “Besides, he’s not bonded to me or this house like you are. He doesn’t enjoy the same innate understanding you do.”

“Wait, y’all are bonded right now?” I asked eagerly, “And the house too?”

Gary nodded while chewing on a bite of steak.

“That’s right, Mr. Russo,” replied Derek, “I’m bonded to Dad right now, and I’m bonded to the house. Since Dad is in the house, he’s effectively bonded to the house too. I can transform Dad and the house. I can transform the rooms, the furniture, and the decorations. I can conjure up the clothes and food. I can remove and change your clothes because you’re inside the house. However, I cannot change your body right now, because you and I are not bonded.”

Derek spoke with an accent and mannerisms similar to mine. It was like he was doing an impression of me, except he seemed totally genuine. His voice sounded gay. Gary noticed his son’s uncharacteristic behavior. He was staring at his son as he took a sip of beer.

“What about the beer?” I asked.

Derek smiled at me. “You love that beer,” he said, “I learned that about you, the first time you and I bonded, when you demanded I turn into you. Well I ordered some to try it, and now I can reproduce it at will. The tricky part is getting it to taste how you remember it tasting, which is slightly different from the real thing.”

I caught a whiff of the locker-room stench, and I was filled with a strange sense of wonder. “Fascinating!” I marveled.

Gary cleared his throat. “So, Derek,” he said, “Have you told Mr. Russo what you plan to study at Western State?” Gary seemed uncomfortable discussing the details of Derek’s powers, which was a shame, because that’s all I wanted to talk about.

“Oh yeah,” said Derek, “I don’t really have to declare a major right away, I could just do general studies, but I’ll probably be a business major.”

“That’s great, Derek,” I replied, trying to mask my antipathy. The business majors at my college always seemed to have the most free time. It made sense, though. Derek wanted more free time to explore his powers.

We continued making small talk as we finished dinner, avoiding the topic of Derek’s powers. Mostly we just talked about how good the food was. The beer glasses refilled themselves and remained chilled throughout dinner. When the three of us were finished eating, Gary stood up.

“Hope you saved room for dessert!” said Gary. Gary went back into the kitchen to fetch the dessert. Derek flashed me a smile, and the vibe in the room relaxed. Our place settings reset themselves; whatever food scraps remained disappeared, leaving our plates and silverware spotless.

Gary came back into the room with a smaller tray in his left hand. He placed a large piece of chocolate cake in front of Derek and a piece of cheesecake with cherry topping in front of me. For himself, he set down a banana split made with soft-serve ice cream topped with whipped cream and chocolate, pineapple, and strawberry toppings. Gary sat down and said, “Dig in!” and we did. That cheesecake really hit the spot.

“So Mr. Russo,” said Derek as we ate our dessert, “We want to let you in on our plans.”

Gary nodded in agreement, with a mouth full of ice cream.

“Thank you,” I said between bites of cheesecake, “but I’m not sure what you mean.”

“I know,” replied Derek, “and it’s a lot to explain, but I want you to be a part of those plans.”

“I know,” I replied, “I figured when you got me a new job, you had plans for me.”

“Well, it’s a bigger deal than you think,” explained Derek, “When I let you in, we become a triad: you, me and Dad.” He took a deep breath. “When that happens, I get to level up, so to speak.”

“Level up? Like your powers?” I asked.

“I don’t know, maybe,” said Derek, “That will become clear later. What’s important right now is what it’s going to take to let you in. I’m going to bond with you on a much deeper level than before.”

“Like you saw how he did with me on the TV,” added Gary.

“Fuuuuck,” I sighed.

“It’s okay, Jeremy,” said Gary, reaching for my right hand with his left. I put my fork down and took his hand. “You’ll be all right,” he reassured me, “It’s very safe.”

“A lot of your questions about me will be answered,” Derek told me, “A lot of ancient secrets will be revealed to you. You must pledge your loyalty to me and your commitment to my vision, and you must promise to keep my secrets.”

“I do,” I replied almost instinctively, “I mean, I pledge my loyalty and commitment, and I promise to keep your secrets.”

“Good,” said Derek, “and you need to understand that once we begin, we can’t stop until we finish, and once it is done, it will be very difficult to undo. You will be the third in our triad until we add another. Father is committed.”

Gary stood up and put his hand to his heart. “I am devoted to you, Son!” he sounded off, “I am at your service to see your vision true! Being your father is the honor of my life!”

Derek stood up and glared down at me, “What say you, Teacher?”

I stood up, looked Derek in the eyes, and told him, “I meant what I said, Derek. I won’t let you go through this alone. For a life ‘beyond my wildest dreams,’ you told me. I’m in. Let’s do it!”

“Yeehaw!” shouted Gary in celebration. “Welcome to the family, Jeremy!” He stretched his arms around me and brought me in for a warm hug. He held me close and squeezed me tightly. After a moment, he and I kissed, and we didn’t stop. Derek came around the table from behind his father and wrapped his long arms around Gary and me, as we made out.

Our clothing rapidly faded away, disappearing off of our bodies. The three of us were completely nude in a matter of a few seconds. Not a shred of evidence was left of the stylish suits we were wearing just moments before. Gary and I continued making out. Derek held us tight, picked us up, and whisked us out of the dining room with supersonic speed.

In a flash, Gary and I were making out on top of a large bed, much bigger than a Wyoming King. The room was in fact the size of the house. Derek had made the entire interior of his house one large room, and the bed took up about a ninth of the floor, as one large square, in the exact center of the room.

When Gary and I finally stopped making out, I spun around on top of the giant bed, looking around the enormous room in wonder. The walls were white; the windows and doors were gone. The room was empty except for the giant bed on the hardwood floors. The bed was covered in a custom set of white sheets which covered the entire mattress. The room was illuminated in soft white light, the source of which was unclear. There did not appear to be any visible light fixtures.

“Wow!” I exclaimed, and my voice echoed in the resonant, empty room. I looked at Gary, who sat about three feet away from me. His huge, hard cock closed some of that distance between us. He was looking at me with a thirsty smile. I was hard too. “Where is Derek?” I asked Gary.

“All around us,” Gary said mysteriously, while outstretching his arms and looking around the room. I found this endearing, and I got on my hands and knees and crawled to Gary. I practically pounced on him, and we resumed making out. We smashed our cocks and bodies against each other, while our hands explored every inch of the other’s body we could reach.

Our kissing intensified. Gary and I rolled across the bed. I felt the bed rise beneath us. I wanted to see what was happening, but when we came to a stop, Gary immediately began sucking my neck, and the pleasure overwhelmed me. I could not open my eyes, as I moaned in ecstasy.

The bed’s surface distorted as rows of mounds, the size of pillows, bubbled beneath the bed sheets and hardened. The surface was no longer like a cozy mattress, but more like hard rubber. The sheets suddenly became soaked through with sweat from underneath. Only then, did Gary let up.

I opened my eyes and scanned the room. The bed had transformed into a 31-foot-tall Derek who himself laid on an even more massive bed which completely covered the vast floor. Derek’s giant body had the same proportions as his normal form. He had just been sized up by a factor of five in each of three dimensions.

Five to the power of three equals 125 times the size of his normal form. He lay flat on his back diagonally across the room. Had he lay perpendicular, his head and feet would touch both walls on either side of the room. Had he stood up on the floor, his head would have broken through the roof of the house.

Gary and I were on top of Derek’s giant abs, over three feet above the mattress top. We were like dolls to him. Gary and I sat up, marveling at the sight of his son’s massive, young, male body. The sheets, draped over Derek’s midsection, clung to Derek’s skin, soaked through with his sweat. The sheets disintegrated and dissolved into the sweat, until there was nothing between us. Derek’s giant, over-three-foot-long, flaccid cock began to stir with arousal.

Suddenly, a hand shot up out of Derek’s giant navel, less than a couple feet in front of us. I shrieked, startled. The hand came down and started pushing against the side of the navel, and the other hand appeared from deep within the navel, doing the same. Derek’s giant belly-button stretched, and Derek’s head popped up out of it.

“Derek?” I asked, surprised.

“Hey y’all,” replied Derek, “Hang on a second.” Derek, normal-sized, worked his way out of his own giant navel, while Gary and I crawled across his giant stomach and helped get normal Derek out of giant Derek. He was completely nude and covered in the giant’s sweat, just like Gary and me.

“Thanks y’all!” Derek said, and a wave of his sweaty stench inundated my senses. I immediately lost all desire to speak. I wanted to listen, observe, absorb, and learn.

Derek motioned toward the massive penis behind him and said, “It’s gonna take awhile to erect that tower, there. In the meantime, let’s make Mr. Russo feel welcome.”

Gary placed his hands on my shoulders from behind me, and guided me as we sat down on the giant abs. Then he spun me around and gave me a series of kisses from my lips, down my neck, chest, and belly, to my crotch. Derek sat down behind and brought his long legs around either side of me, stretched out. He wrapped his right arm around my chest and gently pulled me against him. His huge cock was just starting to get hard.

Gary began licking the front of my cock from balls to tip and back down. I leaned back against Derek’s broad chest. Derek rested his chin on top of my head. “Lick his balls,” Derek commanded his father, and Gary complied.

I groaned in pleasure. I took my right hand and placed it on the back of Gary’s head. I ran my fingers behind his ear, and traced his jawline to his chin. I guided his head up until the tip of my cock rested on his lips. Gary took my cock in his mouth. I stretched out my arms and rested them on Derek’s thighs, which rested on the outside of my thighs, which wrapped around Gary.

Gary gave excellent head. He took my entire seven-inch erection in his mouth, and Derek reached around and held his father’s head down. When he pulled his father’s head off my cock, he said, “My turn.”

Derek got up from behind me and I slid out of the way. Derek stood before his father, and Gary knelt before his son. We watched Derek’s cock rapidly inflate to a plausibly-huge erection the size of a one-kilo salami. Derek pushed it down so it stuck straight out, and Gary opened his mouth wide and wrapped his mouth around the tip of his son’s huge cock. I played the third dolphin to keep the two men steady, since the giant’s abs beneath us were as slick as ever with the giant’s pungent sweat.

Gary’s mouth took Derek’s entire huge cock. Gary’s neck swelled to accommodate his son’s long, thick penis. Gary’s huge hard-on, the size of Derek’s, bounced and bobbed in front of him as he worked on his son’s cock. Derek threw his head back, eyes closed, and groaned in pleasure. My hands rubbed Gary’s back and Derek’s ass. We were slick with sweat all over like the giant body beneath us.

After a few minutes of good head from his father, Derek tapped me on the shoulder, and helped me to my feet. He pulled his cock out enough so that his cockhead was still in his father’s mouth, and he positioned me in front of him, next to his cock. Derek grabbed my cock and brought its tip to Gary’s lips, next to his huge cock. Gary’s jaw widened, and he wrapped his lips around my cock while sucking his son’s huge cock.

Derek and I synchronized our cockthrusts into his father’s face. I reached around behind me and ran my hands on the parts of Derek’s beautiful body I could reach. Derek lengthened his arms and stretched them around me to hold his father’s head in his hands. We fucked his father’s face until I started getting close.

Derek pulled me back, and our cocks audibly popped out of Gary’s enlarged mouth. Gary took a deep breath, and his face returned to normal. I turned around and planted a sloppy kiss on Derek, while his father held onto us for balance as he stood up behind me. Derek broke the kiss.

“Doesn’t my dad give great head?” Derek asked me.

I smiled back and nodded my head in agreement, as I clung to his sweaty chest.

“Why don’t you show him your appreciation by returning the favor,” Derek told me, as he gently pushed against my shoulders to guide me down on my knees. He continued, “while I get your asshole ready to receive your bonding.”

I obeyed, and once down on my knees, I turned around to face Gary and took his huge cock in my mouth. My neck did not change to accommodate Gary’s size, and I gagged on the first several inches. Derek pivoted and brought his right leg around me, and then his left in a 180-degree turn.

He stood over my body, each of his size-fifteen feet planted on either side of me, with his back to his father. He squatted enough so his huge balls rested on my back, and he bent over. I brought my bottom up and stuck my ass out to meet his face, as he bent down. Derek started licking my asshole while I continued working on his father.

He stuck his tongue inside me, and it expanded and flexed in odd ways. His tongue pressed the wall of my rectum against my prostate, and I felt a connection, as if a tiny door opened in my prostate. I could feel Derek’s influence taking hold of my rectum. Derek continued to maneuver his tongue around the edges, I felt my hole expand as he worked his mouth further into me.

I continued to suck Gary’s cock with enthusiasm, even when Derek pulled off my ass and stood up. He positioned himself behind me, and sat down on the giant beneath us. He had me get up and squat with a wide stance, so he could lie on his back and slide underneath Gary and me.

Derek lay on his back on top of the giant. Gary stood with a wide stance over Derek, directly above his huge cock. I squatted with a wide stance over Derek, directly above his chest, while I sucked on Gary’s cock. Derek grabbed my ass cheeks with his hands to hold me up, and he sat up enough to bury his mouth in my ass.

Derek’s tongue swelled to become like a cock and rammed through the little open door in my prostate. I felt a strange twist in my rectum, and the tip of Derek’s mouthcock separated from Derek and merged with my rectum, prostate, and adjacent tissues. I came suddenly. Derek’s mouthcock transformed back into his tongue, which he pulled out of me. My anus was ready.

I was still sucking Gary’s cock when Derek slid back a little, out from under Gary and me, and he sat up behind me. He held my thighs and guided my asshole onto his cock. My anus stretched around his huge cock, and I slowly lowered my ass to take more and more of his cock into me. I felt the part of Derek that merged with me expand his influence beyond my asshole. My body tingled as his influence spread down my legs, up my spine, throughout my body, and to my brain.

My neck swelled to accommodate Gary’s huge penis, and I began to take his entire cock with ease. I must have been a sight to see, bouncing on Derek’s massive manhood, while bobbing my head back and forth to fellate his father’s oversize cock; I could not care. It felt beyond amazing to be spit-roasted by my student and his father.

Derek pulled me down hard against his hairy crotch. He was all the way inside me. My mouth popped off Gary’s cock, and he faded from my awareness. Suddenly, I felt like my being was merging with normal-size Derek’s being, without any physical transformation occurring. It was like his mind was washing over the inside of my body, grabbing hold of every cell, preparing to change me.

Derek merged with my mind and blew it wide open. Derek knew every corner of my mind in an instant. He had known before, but I was not privy until now. He pushed against the vast boundaries of my thought, knowledge, and memory, and expanded my mind. In these new mental spaces he created, he filled me with understanding of what was happening to me. Derek prepared me to receive a full course of instruction on how his powers worked.

The strange twist in my rectum was snagged in the direction of a higher spatial dimension and created a tiny distortion in the fabric of space-time inside my ass. Derek’s cock stretched this snag into a portal to a parallel space outside our three dimensions, into which his cock passed. Derek converted some of the matter from his cock slipping into hyperspace, into my expanding anal tissue.

Derek stopped, and Gary took my hand and helped me off Derek’s cock for a moment. The portal closed around his huge cock, as he pulled out of me. Although, it did not close completely. I still felt Derek merged with me, even when we weren’t touching each other.

Gary spun me around so I was facing Derek, and he guided me back onto his son’s cock. I slid down Derek’s pole, which stretched the portal and passed through it again. Derek pulled me down onto himself, and I lay forward against his chest. Gary crouched behind me and knelt down, placing his knees on either side of Derek’s long legs.

Gary pressed the tip of his huge cock against my anus right above Derek’s huge cock. My anus stretched to accommodate the second huge cock, and the two men fucked me together. Gary’s cock disappeared into my ass portal as well. I could feel that Derek was merged with Gary, just the same as me.

Finally, my body began to change. Tiny snags emerged within my body, and matter poured in from the parallel space and merged with me. My muscles, height, and cock increased in size. This had happened before, but I was unable to perceive it until now. I took on the same shape and proportions as Derek and Gary. I was on the edge, as my cock grew to match their size.

I could feel both men stretching my hole and filling my ass. I could feel their cocks rubbing against one another. I could feel we were all on the edge. I felt Derek wrap his lips around my cock and take my huge cockhead in his mouth as both he and his father thrust hard into my ass at the same time.

We came, the three of us, together. Together, we could feel our orgasms compound. An endless amount of cum excreted from our huge balls, increased through our prostates, and blasted out from our long cocks.

Derek and his father’s cum pumped into my ass, passed through my prostate, and joined my cum as it all flowed out of my cock, down Derek’s throat. Derek pulled in stable, unorganized matter from the unknown, parallel space, through the portals in our prostates, and he converted it into our cum. Then our cum poured back into the parallel space, through the portals in my rectum, and at the back of Derek’s throat.

I became aware of another as I merged with the rest of Derek: the giant beneath us. I could feel his body’s sensations as if they were my own, on top of Gary’s, the smaller Derek’s, and my own. I could feel the soft bed and pillows underneath the giant; I could feel the three of us fucking on his stomach. I could feel the giant’s cock stiffening and bringing itself upright.

I could sense beyond that too. The bed, the room, the house, even the particles floating in the air, all were merged with Derek. Now, I couldn’t feel them like I could feel what was against giant Derek’s skin. Inanimate objects don’t have sensory nervous systems to experience the sense of touch, but all matter and energy carries information. Every molecule merged with Derek, captured information and sent it to Derek’s mind, so we could still sense the surroundings with the inanimate parts of Derek.

The entire house and everything contained within it, including Gary and me, were part of Derek, merged with his being, under his control. Derek had merged the house with himself and created a space where he could exercise his power without limits. I could not sense what lay beyond the outer edges of the house where Derek ended. For all I knew, the house had been transported from its rural neighborhood into outer space.

Cum began to materialize on the surface of the large bed, and pooled around the giant. The cum was an extension of Derek. The cum began to solidify in certain places and formed into nude male bodies. Many copies of Derek, of different sizes, materialized from the cum and scrambled on top of one another to climb onto the giant, who had begun stroking his colossal cock.

As the crowd of Derek’s clones approached us, Derek and Gary lifted me off of their cocks. Gary transformed into yet another copy of Derek and was lost in the swarm, as the crowd of Derek’s clones surrounded me. They lifted me up with their strong hands, placed all along the backside of my body and limbs. I rose toward the ceiling as the Dereks formed a human pyramid beneath me.

Their goal was obvious. The giant’s monolithic cock had fully hardened into a fifteen-foot tower of hot hypercock. As I approached the top of the cocktower, I felt my anus begin to dilate in preparation to accept the monumental manhood. Thick globs of precum, the size of cantaloupes, erupted from the giant tip. The mob of Dereks, at the top of the pile of Dereks, gleefully gripped the edges of my hyperanus, and stretched it over the head of his giants’ hypercock.

As more and more of the giants’ shaft entered my asshole, I grew and transformed. The matter poured into my body from extra-dimensional space, and Derek converted the matter into human tissue. I became another giant Derek, the same size as the one who lay below the multitude of our smaller clones writhing around me.

I rode my twin giant’s hypercock, and he thrust into my hyperanus. Gary and I had become completely subsumed by Derek’s being. We were but recipients of the indescribable pleasure of Derek’s meta-meta-masturbation. Derek existed at the nexus of matter, energy, and information, on top of the fulcrum between reality and possibility.

His transformations were the products of his imagination passing through our reality from higher spatial dimensions of which we cannot conceive, just like the Sphere passing through Flatland. Derek is the sphere; I am the square. I am two-dimensional; I exist on a plane, and I see only a line, though I can perceive depth. I can only move in four directions: forward, backward, left, and right.

Derek is three-dimensional; he sees my plane from above and below and can move about freely in the space around it. In his exclusive space, he can make his wishes come true. Then he only needs to nudge them into my plane, to make them real. I just see, from the side, the edges of their cross sections appear and disappear, as they pass through my plane.

Two 31-foot-tall, giant Dereks fucked hard on the giant bed Derek, which covered the giant floor Derek of the giant, house-sized room Derek. Derek was filled with hundreds of differently-sized Derek clones, with the same proportions as the usual Derek. The clones kissed, groped, sucked, and fucked one another’s bodies, and defied gravity, as they formed an intricate lattice-like structure of Derek-lovemaking that filled the giant room, Derek, around the two giant Dereks. I felt every Derek simultaneously inch closer and closer to climax, but it did not overwhelm my newly-expanded mind, until …

Though Derek, with Derek, and in Derek, in unity with his father and his teacher, all glory and honor was Derek’s, almighty Derek, in that moment when Derek came from every prostate portal and penis inside himself.

Infinity in one place! Eternity in one moment!

Sweet, blissful release of orgasm as communion with my One True Self!

Radiant Masculinity, Powerful Homosexuality: Come!

Derek filled himself with cum and sank into a deeply restorative afterglow. My being completely dissolved into a homeopathic blip in the ocean of Derek’s gestalt. My metamorphosis was complete. I had become the third in Derek’s triad: the beginning of his inner circle.

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