How much of a freak was Lawrence really?
He visualized Lawrence walking (nude) through the streets of New York, striding through the business-suited professionals and tee-shirted tourists. At 8 foot 6 he’d be not only a head taller than everyone, but head-and-chest taller. Even the 6-foot-tall guys would only come up to the bottoms of his shoulder blades; and normal guys at the average American male height of 5’10” would be standing in the shadow of Lawrence’s huge spherical pecs, needing to looking up to see his wide, downward-pointing nips. But what was “normal” in Alt-World?
Justin sighed and climbed out of bed again and returned to his computer room, his hefty hard-on bobbing in front of him. Sitting down naked in the chair for the second time that night, he realized that the main monitor was still trained on Lawrence. The angle in Lawrence’s largish bedroom had shifted: the young muscle god was no longer at his desk, but lying on his big 9-foot-long bed atop the sheets, his hard 24x10 cock being gently stroked by Lawrence’s four big hands, the fist-sized cockhead drooling right into the deep cleavage between his enormous pecs. Lawrence’s eyes were closed at his gorgeous, heartbeat-accelerating face looked totally at peace: was he slowly jerking himself off in his sleep? Justin realized he was fisting his own big cock with his strong left hand. Lawrence’s literally off-the-scale beauty instilled an automatic nonstop revving up of Justin’s libido even when he was just looking at him over a video connection.
God, what would it be like in person? Could he even stand it? Would his fuses blow? The guys in Alt-World might be more conditioned to deal with the everyday fact of Lawrence and others close to his level of unnaturally potent erotic power, but if Justin realized his new dream of entering Alt-World himself, how would he fare? Justin could imagine being so overcome with unslakable arousal, standing before this mesmerizing beauty, that he passed out, unable to process the erotic overstimulation. He’d have to find some way to counteract this – unless the ability to deal with the conditions he’d built into the Alt-World human environment was a given to any avatar he created and inserted himself into.
Still stroking himself, without really paying attention to his ministrations, Justin turned to the interactive software monitor and started digging through the built-in modules to find the one that would show him statistical population distribution for the parameters he was interested in. When he pulled it up he gasped and fell back in his chair.
The “fun” he’d had with the ranges had produced a rather startling population.
He’d been aware that the system would use a normalized distribution, or bell curve, in assigning the various attributes of the five thousand citizens of his little town. But then he’d set the bottom ranges of many of his parameters more toward the normal real-world average than where they’d truly be at the bottom of a bell curve. So, for example, an age range of 15 to 35 meant that five out of six guys in Alt-World were in their 20s. Lawrence’s former high school, it turned out, only had about 200 students.
But what really stunned him were the other indices. His just-as-a-joke height range of 5’6” to 8’6” meant that the “average” guy in Alt-World was 7 feet tall! Not only that, but this 25-year-old hypothetical average dude, mentally impressive an I.Q. of 135 and (he knew from the programming) idealized problem-solving and imagination capabilities, was also an outstanding physical specimen in every way: he’d been set up with 320 pounds of muscle with 9% body fat. Fuck.
Justin did some googling and, scrawling some figures on pencil and paper with his free hand, determined that a 7-foot-tall guy in real life, without muscle training would probably be around 220. The average guy in his artificial world had a hundred pounds of extra muscle, the difference between a fitness model and a bodybuilder – only he knew it wasn’t gym-pounded muscle, but firm, natural development. It was just the way boys normally grew up in this world.
Justin knew that part of the programming for setting up these sim characters was a backstory that would serve them as memories. So they must think of puberty as the time when their muscles just start to expand naturally and their pecs and shoulders and arms start outgrowing their boyhood shirts. Fuck, what must Lawrence’s puberty have been like? He must have been huge and buff even before he’d started changing.
Then Justin scrolled down to the next set of statistics and nearly came, his heart pounding madly. This mythical average guy in Alt-World had a 15 and a half inch boner. And it wasn’t just long, it was thick – 7 and a half inches around. That was nearly 2 and a half inches across. That was a hell of a cock.
Just to bring the point home, Justin realized that the average guy in his Alt-World was a 9 and a half on the “10” scale. The average guy was nearly a perfect beauty. Justin glanced at the main viewing flatscreen where his new friend was still in a trancelike state of self-enjoyment, slowly four-handing himself. No wonder Lawrence was getting turned on by everyone at school.
Suddenly, flicking his eyes back to the statistics screen, Justin noticed for the first time a column all the way on the right: Percent change since launch. And there were numbers along the physical attributes. Since he’d fully launched his Alt-World sim scenario and the sim characters had started operating independently only one week ago, the average weight had increased 0.49%! Shit, these guys weren’t just huge, they were gaining muscle! At that rate (Justin scribbled some more numbers) the average Alt-Worlder would gain another hundred pounds in the next year!
And (Justin’s mouth was hanging open) the same growth rate carried down all the physical attributes, except for height, which was growing at half that rate, and cock size, which was growing a bit faster. They were all growing bigger and better. In another year, the average guy would by 8 feet tall with a 23 inch cock! And Lawrence – his growth rate was an outlier, just like everything else about him – in another year he’d be 11 feet tall and 850 densely muscled pounds, with a 50-inch cock!
Justin returned his gaze to the dreaming Lawrence on the screen and tried imagining him two and a half feet taller and even more muscular. He realized he could adjust his view to these actual parameters. Rapidly, panting, he keyed the numbers in and hit enter – and Lawrence just blew up. His body boomed into unreal proportions in the space of a heartbeat, overflowing what had been a 9-foot-long bed so that at 11 feet his body made the bed look ridiculously small. His already huge pecs ballooned to beach ball size, and with the moonlight still streaming in the window they were casting a black shadow over his incredibly hard eight-pack and unnaturally narrow waist – or would have if his four-foot-plus-long, six-inch-wide cock weren’t in the way. The huge log topped out not at mid-chest, anymore, but right over Lawrence’s face, the streaming precum pouring into Lawrence’s open mouth.
Justin, now pounding his own overboned cock, watched Lawrence’s four-handed pace quicken on his colossal pole, his gaze drifting to the surging sweat-slicked overgrown biceps and triceps of Lawrence’s four long, beautiful arms or his massive, precum-wet heaving pecs only to be pulled uncontrollably back to the almost man-sized cock, and suddenly Justin couldn’t endure another second without cumming. And even as his cock burst with the second huge orgasm of the night, Lawrence’s soccer-ball testicles contracted and Lawrence orgasmed so powerfully Justin swore he could feel it, a wave of intense ecstasy, and Justin came again, harder, ropes of cum lashing his face, even as Lawrence launched a massive spray of cum over his head at the wall behind him, a fire-hose spray so intense Justin wondered if it would blast a hole in the wall, followed quickly by another, Lawrence roaring in a deep, guttural voice that seemed to vibrate through the speakers and shake up everything in Justin’s computer room – and Justin, impossibly, came again, somehow newly filled with cum only to loose it all over his face and chest.
Lawrence and Justin both took a long time coming down from their amp-on-11 orgasms, both huffing and red-faced, their cocks somehow still hard and thick in their hands – Justin realized he’d added his right hand to his stroking at some point.
Then Lawrence opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling. “Don’t change me back,” he said, loudly and clearly. “Please.”
Justin stared at the screen, his cock jumping in his hands.
He wanted to talk back to Lawrence, but he wasn’t sure how. At a loss, he took his right hand off his cock and, almost randomly, pulled up on the software screen the first means of talking back to Lawrence directly within Alt-World that he could think of – he pulled up the module that created street signs and other similar displays.
Lawrence spoke again: “I’m guessing you can hear me even without the phone. And see me. Am I right?”
Flipping through the touchscreen controls rapidly Justin had set up a template for a standard rectangular traffic sign and positioned it to display in Lawrence’s room in front of the now too-small bed. Using this template he created a sign that said, “YES. I COULD NOT RESIST. SORRY.” and executed the module. The sign manifested in Lawrence’s room. He sat up to read it, his slowly softening cock descending away from the direct upright, and laughed.
“I don’t mind,” he said. “It’s cool sharing this with someone.”
Justin took away the sign and created a new one that said, “I WANTED TO SEE WHAT YOU’D LOOK LIKE IN A YEAR.”
Lawrence nodded. “So you know we’re all growing. Did you set that up?”
Justin quickly swapped in a new sign. “NO, I DON’T THINK SO. I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S CAUSING IT.”
Lawrence paused to consider. “Maybe I can find out for you, on this end.”
Justin hesitated a second, then bit the bullet. “LAWRENCE, DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE?”
The young ubergod glanced down at his newly enlarged body. “I’m guessing from the way you can change me, and how big and hot everyone is, that we’re inside some artificial environment.” Lawrence cocked his head, causing his longer brown hair to shift onto his mountainous shoulders. “I’ve suspected for a while. I read a lot, and all the books in the library describe things we don’t have here, like diseases and old people. And all he guys in the anatomy texts are tiny!”
Justin smiled with his new friend, but he was still nervous about Lawrence’s acceptance of his alternate world. After a second he swapped in a sign that said: “ARE YOU OKAY WITH THAT?”
Lawrence laughed again. “Are you kidding?” he said. “I know why you’re worried, but – look at me! I feel – not just real, but beyond real!”
“I swear. And I swear I don’t want to go back to how I was last night.”
“YOU SAID THAT EVEN AT THAT SIZE YOU FELT LIKE A FREAK.”
Lawrence ran his four big hands along his half-hard cock, which was now lying bloated and obscene between Lawrence’s massively muscled legs, still over three feet long and proportionately thicker than any cock Justin had ever seen. As Lawrence stroked it it jumped, threatening to get hard again. Lawrence said seriously, “I don’t care. I don’t know if I can explain. It’s like – just having a body like this is like being close to cumming. I love it.”
Justin zoomed in on Lawrence’s beautiful face, trying to look him in the eyes. He seemed utterly sincere. “ARE YOU SURE?”
“Yeah. Of course, if you want, you can set it up so I’m not, you know, the only one…”
Justin’s cock, which had softened just a bit, suddenly hardened in his hand. He was seized with a beautiful idea. Grinning to himself, he started flicking through several new modules and in a few seconds’ time he was able to set what he’d done to execute immediately.
Lawrence watched quizzically as first the sign vanished without being replaced, then, abruptly, the size of his bed jumped from 6 x 9 to a huge 13 x 13 – fortunately Lawrence’s room was plenty spacious to accommodate the new furniture. Lawrence smiled at the extra room – then he gasped. The other side of the bed was occupied by another huge young man, sitting up in the bed, his four muscle arms stroking his expanding monster cock, his bright eyes gleaming back at him in delight – he was staring at (he immediately recognized) his identical twin brother Laurence.
Both boys, unable to resist each other, leaned in for a kiss. After a few moments, their bodies already intertwined, they broke their make-out to shout in unison, “Thank you!”
Justin glanced at the time display on the monitor and realized with a start that it was almost 7 a.m. – he had to get ready for his day job. He quickly posted a new sign. “YOU’RE WELCOME. I HAVE TO GO NOW BUT I’LL BE BACK TO CHECK ON YOU LATER.”
“Wait – ” said Lawrence. “ – When will we actually meet you?” said the twin.
Justin instantly came again, much to his surprise as he’d forgotten he was still stroking his cock, and still quite copiously, as if he hadn’t cum in days. When he recovered a few seconds later he posted a new sign, timed to vanish after a moment: “SOON.”
The twins grinned and returned to their play, and Justin forced himself to get up before he became enthralled watching them. He hurried through a quick shower, amused to find drying cum in his hair as well as all over his face and torso, and, toweling off hurriedly, ran into his bedroom to dress. As he pulled on his favorite dress shirt, though, he suddenly became aware of an unexpected problem: it wouldn’t button across the chest.
He glanced up at the mirror on the inside of the closet door and gasped. The body it showed him was not the one he’d seen in it yesterday.
He was bigger.