Twenty-two-year-old Carlos is handsome, charming, and a great looker, but with self-doubts over a lithe lean body when he always wanted muscle. So he places an ad in a personals column looking for the trainer who could mold him. Be careful what you wish for...
At dinner that night near the end of the meal, a very elderly gentlemen walked into the room. He walked over and motioned one of the other young men to move over one seat and he took a seat next to Carlos. Carlos had been unusually hungry and had stuffed himself with food that evening. He was so full it was almost a little difficult to move.
“Ah, Carlos, I am your benefactor,” the old man told him. “By the way, the man reason I go by that is that my given name is, I’m afraid, a disaster to pronounce. We all have our crosses to bear in life, and alas young man, my name has always been one of mine. My last name has twenty-nine letters in it. For me, a personalized license plate would take two cars, and if I had ever gone into private medical practice, my name would have covered half the front of the building.”
“May I ask a question sir?”
“Sir?” the Benefactor repeated. “How respectful….”
“When you were young what did your friends call you?”
The old man regarded him with a tear and at the same time a glint in his eye. “Well, young man, it kind of makes me sad, I have out-survived nearly all of my friends, there may be only one or two left at most.”
“Well, what did those friends call you?”
“In my youth I was called Alos,” he said, pronouncing it All-ose. “I think I may like you a great deal, Carlos. You have some courage to ask me, and that is admirable.” The old man with a very slight tremor reached forward and pulled Carlos face to him kissing him on the forehead. “Have you met everyone yet?”
“Yes sir, Allan introduced me when we came in here for our meal.”
“What do you think so far?”
“I have never met other people this size who were my age.”
The Benefactor turned to the others. “Gentlemen, over the next week or so I want each of you to discuss your lives and coming here with Carlos. Tell him your stories from beginning to end. All of you have far more in common than you have differences inside.” He then directed his attention to Allan specifically. “Allan, I want you to share Carlos with the others,” he told him. “We have not had a transformation from the beginning in a while around here and I know that each one of you wants to share in this as much as is possible. Just remember, all of you need to share your experiences with each other. Because Carlos may take this farther than any of you so far based on his genetic profile, he is going to need your help, your guidance, and your personal attention in increasing amounts. He will especially need your love.” He looked at them all solemnly. “Remember, that with each and every one of you, your love for each other on both a singular and on a collective level is the most important thing to make this all work.”
Carlos noted that everyone listened to him with great attention and visible fondness. The Benefector continued his speech, wanting them to know how important his directives were. “In my research,” he explained, “I have discovered that Carlos here is most special. Based on genetics, Carlos is the first to exceed a ninety-five percent match. He has the potential, to exceed the size of everyone here by a substantial amount. Currently our largest, Mark, had a match of seventy nine percent. Gentlemen, Carlos is so far our record holder at ninety eight percent. At a certain point gentlemen this could become very frightening for Carlos as well as yourselves. See, we don’t know how far we can take the human body as we enter this new realm. Every one of you is a leader, a ‘vanguard’ if you will. The closer we get to one-hundred percent the more complicated this may become.”
At this point, Carlos was ashen white in color and his hands were trembling. The Benefactor saw this, and he moved closer to him. “Are you frightened young one?”
Carlos nodded. “How. . . . How. . . big will I get?”
“Young one, we have no way of knowing at this time.” He turned again to the others. “Gentlemen, right now Carlos is frightened, what do you think would be the best thing to do?”
One by one, the others slowly formed a line near Carlos. Each one knelt down, bringing their faces closer to Carlos’s. And one by one they pledged to him, face to face, to become a support team.
When Allan knelt, he kissed Carlos on the mouth very gently and said, “I will be there to help you in each and every way, I will help with washing, I will help with drying, I will help with everything.” He looked at the others and said: “Right, guys?”
In a chorus, the others responded, “Right!”
Next in line was Red. “Bud, I am there for you too, a ninety-eight is fucking unbelievable, and I don’t care what it takes.” He, like Allan gave Carlos a kiss on the mouth and did so in a way that was so sweet and sincere that both Carlos and Red had tears in their eyes. “You’re doing this for all of us, Carlos. What we learn from you may apply to and greatly help all of us later.”
The next of the dozen was Mark. “Carlos, I hope that we can become more than great friends. I know that you don’t know me yet, but my size may leave me uniquely qualified to help, if and when others cant, because, you see, I am still growing.”
All of the others gave Carlos a kiss and pledged to help him on a singular and they on a collective level pledged their help for the difficult times ahead. When Carlos sat back down the Benefactor retook the chair next to him.
“Carlos, when I saw your numbers in the final blood work,” he said, “I was in shock. I was amazed when Mark came up with a 79 percent match.”
“May I speak, Sir?” Allan broke in.
“Yes, of course—and what is with this Sir stuff?”
Allan cast a smile toward Carlos. “Anything else seemed impolite.”
The Benefactor ducked his chin. “Proceed.”
Allan turned to the young newcomer. “Carlos, to give you an idea what this means, I am two-hundred and ninety five pounds of muscle and we are nearly the same height. My number is only sixty-two percent. Mark is over three hundred and thirty pounds and still growing and he is seventy-nine percent.” Allan bit his lip. “Carlos it may be possible for you to exceed six hundred pounds.”
Carlos’s face paled. He turned to the old man in dismay. “At six hundred pounds… how would I be able to move?” he said.
“Young one,” the Benefactor told him, “we will care for you on a level that is unbelievable. In your case the exercise component of your growth will have to be controlled or limited or indeed you could grow such a great amount of muscle mass that various muscles could conceivably block the movement of adjacent groups.”
“At a ninety eight percentile there are going to be many things we cannot even begin to predict,” Allan put in. “All of us have experienced growth of our cocks and balls as you know, but considering that Mark who as has been said is still growing is nearly fourteen inches flaccid and his erect length is just under twenty inches, we have no idea where you’re going to end up. Red, who has developed the most body hair, is by percentage not much higher than me.”
Carlos was shaking, wanting the size—and surprisingly even knowing what it could bring didn’t change his longing. “Sir, can we control this?” he asked.
“Yes, to some extent we can,” the old man said. “Once muscle movement is impeded so is exercise and that would cause muscle atrophy right there. At the same time your ability to process nutrition and your utilization of the various hormone compounds that control this type of growth are in numbers that are unheard of.” He considered. “Here are the problems with that number young one. It is going to take very little exercise for you to grow to monstrous proportions. You will grow without it regardless. Your sex drive will become nearly relentless and you will need to ejaculate as often as every two hours. Your appetite will of course increase to support this and your production of seminal fluid and spermatozoa will be outlandish.”
He turned to the others. “When you gentlemen talked about servicing, it will be that and on a level you never imagined,” he said. “You will have to service his needs around the clock. No single male would be able to keep him sexually satisfied. This will affect his muscle mass as we all know, and it will impact every single secondary sex characteristic.”
Carlos was reeling in every respect. He was going to change and there was no way that it could be stopped now.
At about three in the morning Carlos began to have the most erotic dream he could ever have even imagined. The sleeping Carlos was having such a great time that the noise he was making in his sleep awakened Allan. The imagined activities had the covers thrown off. Carlos was not awakened by his dream at all, and actually seemed to go farther down into it as it was progressing. This was the most erotic dream that Carlos had ever had in his entire life, and his own brain was creating and layering one fantasy on top of another.
Allan noticed the intensity and figured out that this was one of the Benefactor’s new concoctions. Why not take advantage of it…..
Allen slipped out of bed and moved very gently over to Carlos’s bed. He gently crawled on top of the bed and under the tent he found Carlos’s cock hard and throbbing—and it was on a level far in excess of the one earlier in the late afternoon.
Allan slipped down the bed and gently took the cock in his mouth. At the same time Carlos simply re-wrote the dream to include a blowjob at this juncture.
The dream elixir that had been given to Carlos was specifically for the penis, but nobody knew about it… yet. Other drugs that were in Carlos’s food intensified both the feelings and the erection to an unheard-of level. The drug cocktail had included a common drug used to prevent premature ejaculation. What this in fact did was to cause the feelings to continue to build. It is normal in this situation for the blood pressure inside the corpora cavernosa to increase as ejaculation neared. In this case, however, the pressure had increased probably three hundred percent. Carlos’s dick was swollen and continuing to swell. Veins had appeared all over the outside of the shaft, and instead of the normal smooth appearance, these had swollen to where they were clearly visible. Carlos was not “cut” and the skin on this cock was stretched so tight that the normal loose skin that he had earlier was no longer loose.
As Allan was working on the cock in question very quietly he heard the door open and the Benefactor walked in. The Benefactor spoke in a soft soothing voice:
“Do not let me interrupt you Allan, I can see my latest discovery is working,” he said softly. “Please continue, and I hope that you will pardon the curiosity of an elderly scientist trying to assure safe success. Young Carlos is the first to try my latest formula for penis growth. I am pleased with what I see so far.”
“May I stop momentarily, Benefactor, to ask you a few questions?”
“What is this, and can I try it? Can I ask that?”
“Of course. Young Carlos here is the first to receive it because he is a virgin case. In yourself as with all the others, you have, over time—well, you have had many other things to do this same thing. Young Carlos here is the first virgin case to receive my new discovery. I want Carlos on this for a month or so to compare against current methods.”
As the two other men talked, Carlos was shifting gears again in his sleep and his cock was so hard it was throbbing. In fact it was standing up and so erect that moving it in any direction other than what it was doing from the pounding of his heart elicited a groan from Carlos still in his dream world.
“Benefactor, his cock appears to be swelling and growing larger.”
“Yes, Allan, it is, and it still has quite a way to go.”
“How much will he grow tonight?”
“Well the swelling from this treatment will of course recede. In the swollen state young Allan he may gain as much as three centimeters in length and an equivalent amount of circumference. When the swelling goes back down to normal, he will retain, I am expecting about point five centimeter to one centimeter of that size. Dear boy, while that doesn’t sound like much, it would mean in fact an incredibly fast growth rate.”
During their conversation Carlos’s body was starting to sweat and have a glowing sheen, his cock was visibly swollen in both length and girth.
When Allan took Carlos’s cock back into his mouth Carlos’s dream shifted back to the best blow job of his life. When Allan moved in and out slowly, he could feel a pounding in the surface of Carlos’s cock unlike anything he had ever felt before.
Allan was thinking that he was going to encourage his own bottom tendencies because over the next month it appeared that Carlos was going to start gaining size and at a very rapid rate. What nobody realized was that with Carlos’s high match percentage, and the exercise he was getting from the involuntary pre-ejaculatory muscle contractions, he was getting one major workout. Muscle groups were contracting and relaxing and it was everywhere as Carlos was in his sexual nirvana.
A few minutes later, the benefactor excused himself and decided that watching the things Carlos was experiencing was quite exciting indeed. He was going to retire back to his own chamber.
While Carlos did not wake from the dream state, it seemed that if Allan said things to inflame him even more, that he was indeed hearing and augmenting the dream. Allan watched Carlos writhing and was beginning to see more muscle definition as the night progressed. The Benefactor was correct as well—the penis did continue to swell. Strangely, Carlos’s balls also appeared to be swelling as he neared his ejaculatory plateau. While the addition of three centimeters in length did not appear to be all that outlandish, the girth or circumference was a different thing entirely. Going from a very mundane six inches in length to seven and a quarter is noticeable but not crazy, but going from five and one half inches to six and three-quarters in circumference is indeed slap you in the face outlandish.
In the deep recesses of Carlos’s mind he was feeling as if his cock was going to explode, the pressure was so great. It wasn’t painful really, but it felt in some ways frightening. At the same time those feelings were increasing in intensity and he was almost afraid of what was going to happen when it was time to get rid of the load. In the past few seconds, a new change was becoming obvious to Allan. Carlos’s cock had reached an unimaginable state of erection to, and all of a sudden, pre was appearing and in sufficient quantity to create some kind of record! Allen of course wanted to be fucked by this magic cock at the first opportunity! The amount of human lube being generated would make the fuck mind-blowing for Allan. Allan, as large and muscular as he was, based on what he was doing to satisfy Carlos was also getting a very heavy physical workout. Allen had just noticed in a mirror that he himself was starting to get one hell of a pump.
Allen decided to redouble all efforts, and he really went at Carlos in a manner that was almost like an attack mode so that he could get Carlos to cum. The Benefactor had not mentioned anything about cum volume, so he had no idea what to expect there. Exhaustion from the marathon had in the interim wilted Allan’s cock. After the pre cum flow had started Allen’s cock grew extremely hard. Was it possible that Allan was getting some effect from the pre?
Carlos was shining in sweat, his musculature highlighted in high relief as he started to inflate his chest and gasp for air. The sounds were between ahh…ahh…ahh and uhh…uhh…uhh with each downward plunge Allan took.
“Common you little fucker,” Allan growled, “you’re wearin’ me out tryin’ to get you off. You need to cum and you need to cum bad don’t you? I’ll just bet you wanna cum worse than anything right now don’t you fucker!”
“Yeah! That’s right, fucker, you ought to see the size of your fucking huge dick right now, dude! It’s growin’ fucker, and your’re gonna have the biggest mother fuckin’ dick here!”
Red came into the room after heading to get a snack and then hearing all of the sexual nirvana going on. Red took a peek to see what was going on and stood watching for quite a while.
Allan realized they weren’t alone. He turned and grinned at his friend. “Red, I’m fuckin dyin’ here man trying to get this guy off!”
“What happened to his fucking dick?”
“Benefactor gave him something new,” Allan explained. “Carlos is the first to get it!”
“Red, dude, come on, I have been at this for four friggin’ hours man! I know he has to be right at the edge!”
“Ooh…..Nice and sweaty, and pumped too! I’m so fuckin’ horny from watching this. If I help you, will you fuck me? If you don’t help me get this hot little fucker off, I may not have any energy left!”
Red moved around and started nibbling on Carlos’s nipples. That made an immediate difference. It was as if Carlos was going to either erupt or die!
“Hey Red, switch off with me, I need to get some nipple!”
“Hey, fuck, Allan, look at your dick!”
“Holy shit!” Allan exclaimed, looking down. “I didn’t even know I was hard! Talk about weird!”
The change in positions helped. Allan and Red started varying their techniques on Carlos. The nipple work on Carlos was making his nipples swell, and that was erotic for Allan and for Red.
“I have an idea!” Red said suddenly. “I might be able to fuck the cum out of Carlos if we do this as a team effort. I start banging the fucker’s prostate, that should do it!”
Red lifted Carlos’s legs and placed his knees over his shoulders. Allan grabbed some extra pillows and used them as padding underneath Carlos’s butt and lower back as Red was holding the light fellow as if he weighed nothing. Red held his legs and just as he was moving up to penetrate Carlos, he noticed that his own dick was steel hard and he had not even noticed.
Carlos had been producing so much pre that Allan took a bunch that had leaked down and liberally tried to get as much as possible into his ass. He then worked with one hand at taking pre and using it to lube Red’s dick very thoroughly. Carlos was making so much that there was an ample supply and both Allan and Red seemed like they had swallowed an incredible amount.
When Red’s dick was lubed to the point that it was ridiculous, Red placed the head against Carlos’s ass and began to gently press forward. Both were shocked that such a big cock fit so easily. “Ah fucker, his prostate feels like it’s a fucking baseball! This will definitely work!”
Very gently Red inched his way in until he sensed how long his strokes needed to be. As Allen sucked and Red fucked the vocalizations from Carlos became a great deal stronger.
“Uhh…uhh…uhh…uhh….oh, shieeeeeeeeetttt fuck meeeeeeeee!”
Unfortunately for Allan, the dam broke on his down stroke, and at that point Carlos had full penetration of his throat! When Allan tried to pull off he had not noticed that Carlos had moved his hands and as he came he had Allan’s head locked in a death grip. Luckily Allen did know how to hold his breath because Carlos’s pelvis reared up and he started thrusting like a madman. Allan received the biggest load he’d ever had directly down his throat. Mark’s loads were unreal, but this seemed like a great deal more—and Carlos had been in the compound less than 48 hours! Fuuuuck, he thought as he finally pulled off Carlos’s enlarged tool.
A few minutes later, under Red’s intense fucking, another small ejaculation happened. This one was blown on to Carlos belly and chest. Just the sight of this was enough for Red, and he blew his load up Carlos’s ass.
Up to this point Allan had achieved no release, and his dick was swollen—possibly from something in Carlos’s pre. Allan collapsed onto Carlos’s bed and was gasping for air. His stone hard dick was so hard, it was barely able to wave around with the gasps.
Red quickly went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up bringing a washcloth to clean Carlos which he did. Allan was still on his back covered in sweat with his dick looking even more angry, and purplish from the strength of the erection.
Allan was very turned on by the total covering of dark reddish body fur that Red had. It was very dense virtually everywhere. And more would probably grow in.
As Allan was lying there gasping, his eyes had a pleading look. “I’ll take care of it dude!” Red said with a smirk. With that, Red got on the bed and went down on Allan!
Meanwhile, Mark had awakened from all the noise. He quietly crept into the room.
“Jeezus!” he murmured, seeing the total disarray of bodies. Carlos was on his back passed out with a monstrously swollen but now flaccid dick, Allan was on his back next to him, legs overlapping Carlos’s, and Red’s extremely hairy ass presenting towards him with his dick hard but flopping back and forth as Red was trying to get Allan off.
Mark recovered himself. “Want some help?” he offered.
Red winked up at Mark. “Yeah!” he said. Red and Mark worked on Allan as he recovered. Red and Mark then flipped Allan around, placing his ass at the foot of the bed After gently recovering the pillows that had been used to prop up Carlos, they were placed under Allan. This time, Red positioned himself in classic 69 and initially fed his own cock into Allan’s throat. He then waited for the extremely huge Mark to position Allen so that his “Godzilla Cock” could penetrate Allan’s butt.
Allan was so tired and yet so very hard at the same time. The Benefactor had to be alerted on this one! Growing was one thing, but being unable to achieve an ejaculation on this level was really less than practical, especially with the intensity of horniness involved.
Good luck smiled down on Allan, though, in that while his erection was indeed swollen just as Carlos’s had been, he was building towards his peak quickly. The size of Mark’s dick didn’t hurt in that respect. It wasn’t for nothing that Allan had earned the nicknames “Holland” and “Princess” because of his total love of being a “power bottom”.
Everybody involved in helping Carlos that night had multiple cumshots with each other while Carlos laid asleep and recovering. His dick was still swollen a great deal when he awakened, sated and yet hungry for new experiences with his growing cock.