Happy little accidents

by MainAttraction

 Nils gets a special gift from a new friend in French class, but it take him a while to discover just what it can do.

Added: Dec 2020 Updated: 19 Feb 2022 7,693 words 11,667 views 4.7 stars (20 votes)


“Alors, afin de former le passé du subjonctif, il vous faut …” I didn’t listen. Even though I really wanted to learn French, my university lessons were all so very technical and unexciting. I spent most of my time physically attending, but my mind often wandered elsewhere. Even though I had to be there in order to get my credits, I preferred doodling. Trees, houses, shapes, noses, eyes, money, cloth, or anything in plain sight. This day I doodled the back of the head of the person right in front of me. He had short hair – but what caught my attention were his swirls: His hair fell very unevenly to all directions which somewhat interested me, because, in total, his hairstyle somewhat worked. I had fun sketching all different parts of his “coiffure”.

At the end of the lesson, the guy in front of me turned around and saw my sketch, as I was rummaging through my bag in order to put my books in place. “Hé, mais c’est joli, ton dessin,” he said. I wasn’t expecting a compliment to my drawing.

I responded in English: “Thanks, actually that’s your head.”

I didn’t know what I expected, but he just laughed. “Well, I rarely see myself from behind. Didn’t know my hair is that messy.”

“Nah, don’t worry, it’s just fine. It’s very unique, I wouldn’t have drawn it if I didn’t consider it to be interesting,” I sheepishly responded.

He grinned. “Can I keep that? I really like it,” he asked. I happily handed my little sketch over to him. I rarely got compliments to my little doodles, and his warm and friendly face basically had me convinced immediately. “Thanks. I’m Daniel by the way.”

“Nils, nice to meet you.”

His expression changed a bit. “Nils – that’s a name I haven’t heard before where does it come from?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s actually a fairly common name—my dad’s German and he named me after his best friend. A bit weird, but they basically are like brothers. And I really like him as well.”

Daniel nodded and started searching something in his bag. He took out a nice-looking fountain pen. It was metallic, and dark blue. And weirdly enough there was a small, well-designed silverish label saying “Nils”. “My sister gave that to me a while ago – I don’t use it. And as you are far better at drawing, I’d gift this one to you, since you gave me your little sketch. Funny enough, it has got your name on it,” Daniel said.

I refused first – it looked far too expensive to be gifted away this easily, but Daniel insisted. “Just make another nice sketch of me, whenever you got the time, and let me see it.”

I didn’t understand at the time that Daniel was trying to hit on me. I smiled at him, said “thanks, of course,” took the pen, and we said goodbye to each other.

On my way home, I inspected the pen a bit further. I smirked at the label and just giggled about the coincidence. I took out a small piece of paper and started doodling away with it. It was unusual for me to draw with actual ink, but the result was rather pretty. The unevenness of certain lines just made everything look more artistic. I’d be able to draw really sophisticated stuff!

At home, I rented out a little flat share with my best friend Luke, I sat down, opened up a soda and blanked out a bit. It was 6 p.m. already. Somehow Daniel came back to my mind. “What a nice guy he was,” I thought.

Suddenly, Luke crashed into my room: “Duuuude, you won’t believe what happened today. That idiot from my architecture class arrived to late, tripped and fell on my model! Every fucking piece is broken. I’m glad my prof saw that, so he gave me a free pass on this assignment, but, dude, I was so proud of that thing…”

I was a bit flustered by him entering my room so abruptly, yet he had my sympathies. I’d also be really angry if something like this would happen to one of my drawings. “Calm down man, I know it sucks. You’ll be good. Come sit down and have a drink with me.”

Luke turned around, went to the kitchen, and came back with two beers. He jumped on my couch and we chatted a bit. I was glad to have such a good friend. We’d met at school. In 9th grade, our class groups were mixed, and Luke was sat down next to me. We immediately clicked. We’ve been inseparable since. Luke too was into men, so we had that thing going for us as well. We were close to making out one day, but quickly realised that this wouldn’t work out. It was just like the situation with my father’s best friend. I’d absolutely name my child after Luke one day, if ever possible—but I’d never sleep with him.

I told Luke about my day, and about the encounter with Daniel. I showed Luke my new fountain pen. “Was he cute?” he asked. I hadn’t thought about that actually. Daniel was about 1,85m tall, had dark blue eyes and brown-reddish short hair. I drew a short sketch of him and showed him to Luke. Luke replied: “Well if he’s anywhere close to your drawing, I’d absolutely go for it, he seems cute!”

I put my drawing away to give it to Daniel – whenever I was going to see him again… Luke left, and I started to really think about the possibility of having a chance with Dan. “He kind of did hit on me,” I convinced myself.

The coming days were pretty normal. I didn’t see Daniel, though. I really wanted to give him my little new drawing. In another French class about basically obsolete grammatical tenses (yeah, French has got a few) I started doodling away again using my cool new pen. My front seat was empty, so I drew a picture of Dan, as if he were sitting there, his back half-way turned to me. I drew his funny hair, his shoulders, and for a laugh, I drew him holding his junk in his left hand. I made sure it was up to my liking, of course.

I giggled a bit, unaware of my professor strolling next to my seat. “Mais qu’est-ce que vous dessinez là? Montrez!” he said.

I didn’t know why I reacted like a small child trying to hide something without considering all options – what immediately came into my 26-year-old panicked mind was to quickly tear my drawing out of my scrapbook, and stuff it into my mouth.

My professor burst into laughter, as did the rest of the class. I swallowed the paper and started laughing myself – quite embarrassed though. “Je suis désolé, j’ai dessiné quelque chose à manger, et hop, maintenant je n’ai plus faim!” I said.

My little joke, awkward as it was, somewhat lightened the mood. My professor replied: “Ben, ces jeunes et leurs nouveaux régimes….” I ignored his comment on my eating habits—because I was so glad the lesson was over. My other classmates giggled away, some patted me on the back and said somewhat sarcastic remarks – but none of them really mean.

On my way home again, I felt a bit weird. But I assumed I was just a bit tired, and still recovering from embarrassment. I took out my apartment keys, and had some trouble actually putting them into the lock. It felt very unnatural all of a sudden. Confused, I went into my kitchen, and fetched another can of soda from the fridge. Luke wasn’t home, I’d have liked to chat a bit. I sat down on my couch, and nearly screamed in frustration, as I was unable to properly open my beverage. It was as if I had unlearned it. After several attempts, I got it open, and almost spilled the drink all over me. I took 3 large gulps, and set it aside on the table.

I took out my pen and started drawing. And oh boy, did I draw. Every parent would have been proud as to how beautiful this picture, obviously drawn by a 2-year-old, was. I shook my head – Why on earth did I manage to draw so bad all of a sudden? I would have messed up a stick-drawing, if I were to draw one. Out of frustration, I went to the bathroom to splash some water in my face. I took a closer look into the bath mirror, and observed my hairlines. They were somewhat different. I took another close look – yep – still not as they should be.

“What a weird weird day,” I said. Sitting down on the corner of my tub, I toyed with the idea of taking a bath. I undressed – clumsily – and started the water. I had real trouble opening my belt. Once I got rid of my trousers, I undid my briefs and lay down in the soothing warm water. I closed my eyes and dreamt up some little kinky things about Dan.

When I opened my eyes again, I was greeted by an erect dick that was certainly not mine. I let out a very audible “What the hell”. Between my legs now was something I would never have imagined on me. Previously ~15cm x 4cm, this “thing” between my legs certainly was a lot bigger. I grabbed a shampoo bottle, and held it next to my equipment. It was definitely bigger. I quickly got up, soaking wet, and sprinted into my room in search for a measuring tape. After some rummaging, I found one in my drawer. I quickly put it next to my dick. It measured 19cm x 6cm. I sat down. “Holy fuck” I said, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, how the fuck!?” And then it hit me. I looked at my left hand. “I’m fucking left-handed now, since I drew him holding it with his left hand – dick included! Also, I got this messy hair.”

I quickly got up and went to the desk. I picked up my fountain pen. “That’s your fault, now, isn’t it?”. After several attempts with my new “left-handedness”, I drew my two hands and marked the right one as dominant. I again swallowed down the small piece of paper. After a minute, I felt a bit dizzy, and checked if I was “normal” again. I drew a bit and – shockingly – it worked. I was in absolute awe. Daniel gave me the best gift ever.

Wham! I heard a scream outside of my room. I quickly threw a towel around my hips and looked outside. Luke got home and slipped and fell on one of my water puddles. And it didn’t look good. He screamed in pain.

“Are you okay?” I blurted out.

“Do I look okay?” he screamed. Upon closer inspection I saw that his leg was twisted in a very, very abnormal way. “I think I broke my leg” he said.

I panicked. “Call a fucking ambulance,” he groaned. I ran back into my room and looked for my cellphone – but I couldn’t find it. “Fuck, hurry up, this hurts like hell!” Luke screamed.

“Can’t find it!” I went back to Luke, and tried the landline phone. No signal. I watched around – Luke’s accident tore out the cable-work. “Gimme your phone, Luke!” Luke squirmed and took out his phone from his back pocket. The screen was completely shattered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

I went outside and called for help – but there was no response – at all. We lived in a 4-party house; all other people were still at work. I ran back to Luke. “It’s going to be all right. I’m here for you, buddy.” I will never forget the way Luke looked at me in this instant. His expression was so desperate it broke my heart. And then, Luke blacked out.

Without any quicker option left, I ran back into my room, and quickly sketched two legs and feet with “completely healthy” next to it. I scrunched the paper into a small ball, went back to Luke and slapped him awake. “Wake up, man. Wake up. You got to trust me now okay? Do you trust me?”

Luke looked at me, puzzled. “I do, but…”

I stuffed the paper into his mouth, and held it shut. “Swallow,” I said. Luke looked at me in terror. He gulped it down, and I let go of him.

“What in the hell was that?!” he screamed. “Are you fucking insane?!”

“Please, trust me. It will, no, it has to work.”

“What has?” Luke stopped arguing and became calmer. “What, wha…” There was a really nasty scrunching sound, as Luke’s leg turned 180° and healthy again. But at least it appeared it didn’t hurt him. After a few seconds, Luke just sat there, completely dumbfounded. “That felt absolutely disgusting.”

“Are you able to stand up?” I asked.

Luke got up, as if nothing happened at all. He then continued formulating every way possible to express his disbelief for about 5 minutes, hugging and punching me, shuffling his hair like a madman, jumping and laying down. It was adorable. But I really, really felt relieved, I didn’t mean to hurt my best friend in this very stupid way. I apologised about 100 times. And then calmly, he just sat down on the floor. “Explain, please?” he asked.

I sat down right in front of him and replied: “It’s just the best thing to ever happen.”

After I explained him everything in detail, he said: “Never could that be real. Show me.”

We went back in my room, and I sat down at my desk. “What do you want me to draw?” I asked. I don’t know why I asked, I already knew his answer.

“Massive dick, please. You break my leg, I’ll get a new leg back. Especially if you got one as well!”

I laughed. “How massive do you want it?”

“Cucumber size.”

I laughed again. “Coming right up.”

He watched me draw and commented on some details. “Some more veins please – yep, uncut—bigger balls, please. Adjust this angle a bit…”

“Anything special?” I added.

He didn’t know how to respond to that. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, do you want some special ability or something sensual-related? I can always add stuff—words I mean.”

Luke shook his head. “I just wanna see if it works at all.” Since he was my best friend, I did add some more details nobody would complain about, I guess. Also, I still felt bad about the accident. If it works, he’ll certainly be in his room more often. I finished my drawing, scrunched it into a ball, and gave it to him.

“Here goes nuttin’,” he punned. He went to the bathroom, and I stayed where I was. After a minute or so I started smirking the moment I heard an audible “Duuude”.

Well. And that’s just the beginning.

After about 15 minutes, Luke, almost shyly, opened my door. “It worked. Dude. This is fucking awesome.”

I just smiled back at him. “Enjoy your new equipment!. We both laughed.

Then there was a moment of silence. With the knowledge of what I might be able to do with the pen, our minds raced with things we could try and yet we blanked out by the sheer scope of possibilities.

Luke sat down on my couch. We looked at each other. After a moment he asked, “Have you tried just words?” I didn’t know immediately what he was up to. “I mean, have you tried writing down a sentence, and then see whether it becomes real?”

I agreed I haven’t thought about that. I grabbed a piece of paper. “Well, since you got your end of the bargain, it’s time for me,” I said grinning.

Luke laughed. “Well go ahead!”

I wrote, “I have the biggest dick of all men on the planet.”

When I told Luke he just smirked and said, “Well, all that grandeur just for you—you’ll likely just be a bit bigger than me!”

I swallowed my piece of paper. Nothing happened. Luke, on the other hand, sensed something odd. “Did you add anything you didn’t tell me about?” he asked. I shook my head. We both waited a bit—nothing happened for a while until something started buzzing like crazy.

Ah—there it was. My smartphone had fallen between one of the couch’s cushions. I grabbed it and looked at about 70 notifications from various news-apps I’d installed. “Dick-down crisis”, “Wrath of God”, “Equality for all men” news reports said. There were several live-streams of porn stars who panicked or flat-out were in tears; some prayed to God. Some had already uploaded their “transformation” on different websites. I expected even more backlash, yet seemingly the percentage of men better endowed than 19x6cm wasn’t as high. My statement appeared to have every men’s penis altered in a way it was smaller than mine! I officially now had the biggest one in the world—just not the way I intended it.

I realized that might include present company. “Luke, check your new one, please.”

Luke went to the bathroom and yelled “What the hell?!” When he came back, he said: “Well, it’s like 18,9cm now—that’s about what I had going before.”

I ignored this and simply thought silently, “Okay, so writing a statement does work—but it takes things very literally. I will have to be very careful with that option, perhaps drawing some things might remain the better option.”

“Change it back, Nils!” Luke was saying. The only problem I had was how I’d formulate it. We had all the time in the world, and yet none of it. I had an idea.

“Wait, I have to experiment a bit further,” I said to Luke. I took another piece of paper and drew two boxes next to each other. I drew a stickman in the left, dialling up a number. I named him Daniel. In the other box I drew a stickman with my name next to it, picking up a call. I swallowed my cartoon.

After about a minute, my cell phone rang. I picked it up. It wasn’t the Daniel I thought about, but some Irish guy, very confused. But he said his name was Daniel too. So, there’s that. Still a very literal realisation of my drawing. But this little experiment opened up an entire new scope of possibilities. I hung up and said, “Luke, I have found an entirely new way to help us.” Actions seem to have a priority to appearance. I didn’t become a stickman (phew!). But it also meant that I could draw abstractly and still have a result.

Yet still, we weren’t sure about when all that magic could go wrong. Knowing I might end up with a temporal inconsistency or a case of a time-loop (If I undid my statement, would I know I undid it?) I tried to come up with a more elegant solution.

If I made everybody totally forget the last 15 minutes, that would have such a huge effect, I wouldn’t have wanted to know the outcome. So, this was out of question. Also, it wouldn’t have gotten rid of the media.

If I simply reversed my statement, people would have still known that something odd was happening, so this wouldn’t have worked out as well.

Luke and I discussed. He then looked at me. “I think I might have an idea. But you won’t like it.” He explained, and I took out a big sheet of paper and started drawing another comic.

In the comic, I made everybody except us oblivious to all the dick altering stuff, without altering the timeline. People wouldn’t even be able to think about it. I made sure every piece of media was altered or erased and made people oblivious to that as well. It was our only option. And finally, I undid my statement by having me cough up only the piece of paper I wrote it on. Why? If I simply undid it, I would never have been able to use it again. Also, it would have been a paradox. You can’t have and not have the biggest dick on earth at the same time. God knows what would happen then. It was a long shot, but I tried. I got in the zone, looking troubled and stressed, and finished my drawing. Luke looked at me with an expression of hope and worry.

After swallowing this comic, I started feeling sick. Eventually, as I probably made all noises a cat would do throwing up a furball and coughed out the offending piece of paper—super-unpleasant by the way—Luke felt his dick growing back. No feedback from the media whatsoever. Everything gone. It worked. I sighed. “Let’s hope I’ll never have to do that again…” In retrospect, there would have been other options to solve the issue, but without it, I wouldn’t have figured out this interaction with my drawings.

Luke and I fell on my couch. He giggled, feeling his huge cock flopping around in his boxers. “Glad to have you back,” he said to it.

But I somewhat referred it to me, and started to hug him. “What ever would I do without you?” Luke hugged me back, realizing I’ve been really scared.

“Now,” I said, “at least we know several things now. Words or sentences are taken literally, and use the consumer as the ultimate standard. Pure drawings are quite literal as well, but can be abstract. So specific features are prioritized. Actions have a higher priority to drawn features. Order of consumption matters. Undoing without negating is possible.”

Luke replied: “Quite a lot, but logical in a way. One more thing to test…” He stood up, took the pen himself and wrote “My hair colour will change to light blond” on a piece of paper, and swallowed it.

I panicked a bit. “Man! Don’t rush it! What have you written?” Luke said that I needn’t worry, that he only wanted to change his hair colour. He looked into his mirror, and started frowning. “Okay, so that doesn’t work then. Appears only you can use the pen effectively.”

And somehow, that relieved me. That was something I hadn’t thought about previously. So, I actually was in control. Exciting and scary at the same time.

We both went into the kitchen to grab something to eat and in order to chat a bit about what we should do next. We knew that it was actually not too bad to think a bit before changing things—not only could the consequences be catastrophic. Also where’s the fun in getting everything immediately?

At 6 p.m. Luke stood up and went to meet up with a couple of his friends, with whom I really don’t connect as well as he does. After all, I did need some me-time. “Well, I’ll go grab a few drinks with my boys, I’ll be home verrry late, so don’t do things I wouldn’t do,” Luke said to me with a kinky-ish weird grin.

“You gotta practise … whatever that face was,” I replied. Then he left, and I went back to my room.

And there I was. I stripped down naked and looked at my body. I was about 1,80m tall, and had a pretty normal build. The only bigger thing now was my cock. I sat down and contemplated about what exactly I’d like to draw. Well, I still did want a bigger prick, so I started doodling about, until I found was I was looking for.

I started jerking off, basically saying good-bye to the current form of my already enhanced member. I ran my fingers along my shaft, feeling the extra weight and length I had accidentally added just hours ago and the difference was already remarkable. I shuddered and enjoyed every new centimetre of my bigger prick. Looking at my picture laying ready I was so turned on and in wonder how that might feel that I came hard. Multiple streams of spunk flew across the table in an orgasm so intense, I was quite surprised. “If this rather small change already had this much of an effect…” I thought.

I went back to my drawing, and still added some more details. I added some pubes to my groin, and made my balls look more voluminous. Also, I added some motion lines to highlight its pulsing and rigidity. In theory, this piece of meat would be incredible—but I didn’t add any words to it, just to be safe. I could add something whenever I wanted anyhow. I took a deep breath, scrunched the image into a ball, ate it, and laid down on the couch.

After about a minute, I saw it happening. My cock slowly got hard again, but this time, I could feel every heartbeat, every step of it getting bigger—I guess those motion lines showed their effect. I grabbed it, feeling it pulsate heavily and steadily. With every second that passed, I felt hornier and hornier. This time, I saw it actually happen, which was the biggest turn-on I could have thought of. I grabbed a ruler, and placed it next to my growing member. I was at 21cm now. It now took both my hands. “Fuck, I am going to become so fucking massive,” I thought. The thought of it just made me almost come again.

I slowly jerked off further, but I wanted to experience the full thing before blowing. Every fucking millimetre of my new cock provided me with shocks of pleasure. But I wasn’t done. I measured again. Pulse by pulse, I cracked the 25cm mark. Then 26cm. Then 27cm. My veins were popping out more and more, making my cock look violently hard and heavy. A gush of pre-escaped me, coating my colossal cock and turning me on further and further.

I stood up, and was surprised by how heavy my new equipment already felt. I let my cock flop left to right, up and down, and I started massaging my already bigger balls. I began tensing up my lower body. Every motion, every move just felt powerful. I held my dick up—it was already way past my bellybutton. I sat down again and… yes, I was very able to suck myself off now. I took in my huge head and slowly licked off my own pre. And still, I was growing. Again I measured. I was at 33cm x 6cm now. I might now probably have had owned the biggest cock in human history.

Then with a final push building up like another orgasm, I felt my prick reaching its final form. As I felt my cum reaching my super-thick and long member, it pulsated harder and harder. I was climaxing every part of the way, but each pulse just made my cock longer and thicker – at 36,5cm x 6,7cm my transformation halted and I came violently. I felt a massive pump leaving the base of my monster, slowly but steadily making its way to the top. With both hands, I further stroked and stroked my giant dick and unreal amounts of spunk splattered against my body, my face, basically the entire room. I arched my back and rolled up my eyes out of pure ecstasy, pumping out more and more—feeling every drop tunneling its way up my shaft to be released with incredible force. After about a minute, I started sucking off my giant dick again, which slowly halted spurting more cum everywhere. I took in every last drop of my own enhanced cum and then head-on fell back onto my couch.

All I could muster was a simple “Fuck me”, as my cock slowly deflated back to a more manageable size. Now soft, I measured up at about 20cm x 5 cm. I was bigger soft than I was hard before. My prick lay dormant on my orange-sized balls, as I then also became pretty sleepy. I hid my pen and decided I’d have plenty of time to fool around more.

Little did I know a “prank” next day would actually make my life a lot easier.

I woke up at 5:54 a.m. exactly, as I heard some rumbling. My roommate Luke was clumsily entering our flat, and stumbling into his room, whistling some melody. He most certainly was drunk AF.

I myself couldn’t go back to sleep again, as my cock sprang to life fairly quickly. I gave it a bit of attention and enjoyed the heavy feeling on my belly. I sucked myself off again, and again was overwhelmed by the sheer force of orgasm I experienced. I certainly did want more though, but duty called.

I stood up and made some coffee. Still a bit sleepy, I wondered how Daniel got into possession of the pen in the first place. I certainly wanted to thank him for this magical thing he gifted to me. I’ll thank him later in class, I thought. One thing I thought about all night was where to limit myself—and it ended up with me being sure that too much alternation could result in catastrophe. So I didn’t want to “cheat” my way through life, even though it certainly would be easier, but boring as hell.

Anyhow, when I got to grammar class, I was disappointed to not see him anywhere, again. Did he disappear? I couldn’t concentrate much on the class, and with the pen in mind, I thought of things that might come in handy sometime. Time passed quickly and at the end of the class, some of my fellow students looked at me and started laughing. They each took some tiny round pieces paper and ate it, waiting for my reaction.

I was a bit confused; it surely was a prank in order to make me feel bad. What they didn’t know though was that they indirectly gave me a very easy solution to that paper-eating “problem” per se. They didn’t eat actual paper, they bought wafer paper! You know, those colourful edible bite-sized pieces you can buy in some candy-shops.

I made a shocked face to mess with them, but internally I was ecstatic. This solution was so simple. “Haha, you got me,” I told them, and asked them where they got them.

On my way home, I stopped by the shop they told me about and bought different sets of wafer papers—round ones, square ones, big ones, small ones. “Luke’s gonna loose his shit!” I thought.

At home, I heard my roommate sighing in the kitchen. He looked terribly hung over. “Hey,” he groaned.

I sat down next to him, and put my backpack next to me. I told him about my day at university, and quickly started looking happy again. “But first,” I said, “let me help you.” I got my pen from my drawer, and wrote “This is a one-time super hangover cure” on a wafer paper.

He happily swallowed it down, and a few seconds later he was all giddy and his old self again. “No paper-taste! Great idea, Nils! So, what’s next?” he asked.

We decided on a ‘quality of life’ upgrade. “My drawing skills in total dramatically improve in speed, accuracy and quality every time I draw something.” Downed. This was a smart one. I didn’t want to write “masterful painter”—seeing how absolute statements don’t really work how I’d like them to. Luke wanted his share as well, but in his field of architecture, so I gladly granted him that as well.

Luke then smirked a bit and asked, “Well, what did you change on you? I guess you’ve outgrown me?”

I just replied “36,5” and Luke sighed: “Man, I mean I don’t complain, you gave me 28. Even bigger might be problematic in everyday life.”

I smiled back at him. “I have an idea you will very much enjoy! Give me 10 minutes.”

Luke’s eyes brightened up. “Take all the time you need, maestro.”

I went into my room. “It’s going to be a surprise,” I said.

I knew that one of Luke’s fetishes had to do with some series we watched together, when we were younger. Well, I guess it was mine as well, apart from big dick. I remember always wanting to do certain things, just like those figures in our favourite cartoons.

I doodled away, and was pleasantly surprised that I did dramatically improve every time I started anew. I made about six drafts before deciding on the bits that I liked most. Drawing on wafer paper was awkward at first, but my management of how that works improved rapidly after the first couple attempts as well.

I made two copies of a cartoon on an extra big wafer paper sheet that both of us would very much enjoy. I added some tiny extra bits and information to my drawings, seeing how the action lines I added to my dick had made a huge difference before.

I went back to the kitchen, with Luke eagerly looking back at me. “Show me, show me!” he said.

“Nope, you’ll enjoy it more if you don’t know what’s coming,” I replied. “Also, same treat for me, but you’re first!” I added.

“Ah, so I’m your guinea pig, I see.” He didn’t mind.

He covered his eyes with both hands, opened his mouth and saidm “Aaaaah.” He was such a goof, I had to laugh.

I fed him the wafer with my cartoon on it, and he happily chewed away. “This is so much more comfortable than the real paper thing.”

I don’t know why, but him being so sweet about everything, remembering the broken leg situation and all the changes, I hugged him close. He just accepted it, and hugged me back.

Five minutes passed. “Okay, eh… What’s supposed to happen? I don’t feel anything, really.”

“Close your eyes” I said.

He did. “Okay, and what now?”

Since I hadn’t eaten the wafer myself yet, I didn’t really know, yet by design he should be able to feel something.

“Focus on your back, between your shoulders.”

He looked at me, nodded, and closed his eyes again. “There! I do feel something. It feels like a sort of tingle. But it feels kinda good…”

He groaned a bit. “Okay, now I guess, dive into that feeling,” I said, guessing at how to get him to trigger the change.

Luke was a decent looking guy, and despite his regular goofy character he had some game. He was about 1,80m, dark blonde, and always wore a very short beard. He had a pretty normal build—apart from his now-massive schlong from the earlier changes.

Luke stood up and started growling louder. “This… feels… intense….” He started to contract every muscle. “It’s… like… if I got an electric shock, but like in the best way.” Continuously, he groaned louder and louder. “It’s so… good… feels like I’m about to… rahhh—!”

In an instant, Luke’s body shortly emitted a faint golden glow, as he got bigger, stronger, broader. His biceps tripled in size, tearing his t-shirt open. His chest filled out, and his legs became so thick, his shorts ripped apart. His neck and shoulders got bigger and defined. And lastly, his face got more masculine, his jawline sharper, his eyes more piercing.

Luke started flexing “Fuck yeah, look at me.” Even his voice got a bit deeper. “Nils, this feels amazing, I feel so fucking strong, like I could tear this house down.” His excitement was visible, as his cock escaped his shorts. He looked like a insanely swole fitness model.

“Whoa, sorry ‘bout that, buddy.” He walked past me, and took a look in the mirror. “I’m so buff. Dude, my dick’s even bigger than before, right?” He took some measuring tape, which I had deliberately placed next to the mirror beforehand. “It’s 38cm, I win. Man, and it’s thick and veiny! It’s like 7cm thick. This is wild!”

I walked next to him, knowing what exactly is still in store for him. And me. “You’re taller, too.” He must have grown about 10 cm and weighed about 200 pounds.

I didn’t mind the nudity. Luke and I have always been pretty comfortable with us hanging around. This situation now though was a bit different; I was surprised being pretty much into all… this.

“This is awesome. I’m a big boy now.”

“Well, there he is again,” I thought.

Luke flexed a bit more and ogled at his physique. “Man, I’ve always dreamt of this, just look at those guns!”

I pondered about what will happen next. What Luke didn’t know is that I gave him the thing a lot of men dream about. The power of the pen certainly seemed to have no limits, and now I was about to break a rule I never thought I’d break.

I couldn’t help it. I went over to him, and started exploring his body a bit, for research purposes of course. It was weird, I wasn’t into Luke in a purely sexual way, but his new appearance, those small improvements made my own cock stir up.

“I see…” Luke said, probably having the same idea. He was horny after all. “Winner gets another wish from your pen, all right?”

It went by quickly, we stood next to each other, dicks out and just started jerking off. Luke’s muscular body was such a turn-on for me, his thick arms and hands rubbing away furiously on his massive cock.

But not only I did watch, Luke grabbed my dick as well. “Dude, yours is so hard.”

Luke had no idea this was already a rigged game. The thought of having the harder and “better” dick to this hunk next to me drove me over the edge. We climaxed intensely, with Luke shooting 12 volleys about 3 meters into the hallway. I on the other hand came even harder and outdid him by twice the amount and distance: the power of the action lines. We both were still hard, as by my design.

I shortly sat down in the kitchen. Luke still panting just looked at me and said, “Cheater, you’re coming with me.” Luke lifted me up, and I managed to still grab my comic and chew it down while he was carrying me over his shoulder, like some old rug.

He took me to his room and flung me on his bed. “Let’s see what that prick of yours can do apart from outdo my new bod and rod.” He surely didn’t like that I outdid him.

We both lost our no-sex barrier slash agreement in a matter of minutes. This was becoming the ultimate friends with benefits situation—and we didn’t mind. The pen made our fantasies come true, and we were happy to share them with each other. Luke was drunk with all this power he felt flowing through his body, and I wanted to feel his heavy muscled body on me. I wanted more of him, I wanted to make him scream with pleasure—pleasure I had caused with my vibrant weapon of a cock.

He went down on me and started blowing me off. After two or so minutes he looked up and said: “You gave yourself one hell of a dick. It’s so hard, it’s almost humming with power.”

He wasn’t wrong. But that’s the catch Luke still didn’t realise: I was trying very hard to control the new ability I gave ourselves. See, I didn’t draw us muscular. I drew us able to ‘power up’ if we concentrate on our inner voice, the voice Luke described as like a little flame. He wasn’t wrong though; it did feel a bit like that.

I had to really try hard, but I managed to assemble all that power and move it into one point of my body, just without it actually triggering the growth. Think of it more of like a battery, ready to be uncharged.

And oh, did I uncharge. The buzzing feeling of energy went up my shaft, right to Luke’s hungry lips, releasing itself orgasmically from my body.

Luke was stunned as it hit him. He lifted himself up my dick and uttered a simple “Fuck yes” as his entire upper body tensed up and got broader and broader. Strains of new thick muscle appeared on his shoulders. His arms, neck and shoulders got even thicker than before in seconds. He leaned back and flexed his arms. The growth continued and made his torso and abs even more defined than before. His cock thickened and lengthened up to about 45cm x 8cm, and his legs and ass became more defined.

As Luke leaned forward again, I was pleasantly surprised that due to how this ability works, his face got the highest dosage of energy: It was far more rugged, handsome and much more masculine. If he wasn’t any fitness model before, he now was a bodybuilding model. He panted and looked me straight in the eye. “This is your plan? So, I become even stronger sucking you off? Let’s see how much I’ll grow when you fuck me.” His voice resonated deeply and it just made me want to see him bigger.

“He still doesn’t get it, but that’s more fun for me,” I thought.

He practically jumped on my dick and even though he was lying on top of my cock, it felt like he fucked me. His muscled ass knew how to work my rock-hard cock. But I didn’t want to cum yet. Remember, I wanted him to crush me, so I could fuck him so good he wouldn’t stop cumming.

I started concentrating again. This time I already managed to focus more and more precisely where I wanted the energy to flow. I managed to prepare seven doses of energy even, all on their way downtown…

Luke was panting, shifting up and down. “Fucking do it. Make me grow.” And his wish was my command.

As the first dose hit, Luke groaned again. The second dose made him flex. As the third dose hit him though, he leaned over and gave me the hottest kiss I’ve ever experienced, and thus I lost focus: He became bigger and heavier with every breath, but I wasn’t even able to concentrate on him, as the remaining four doses of energy just got released in the tip of my cock and its shaft.

The entire power of four power ups made me roll up my eyes. I felt so much energy running through my body. I grew taller, so much stronger, so much thicker. I felt incredible as my body grew from 150 pounds to 250, to 400, to 500 pounds of thick pure muscle. My chest became hairy and every strand of muscle was so defined you could see them through my skin.

But the most intense part was my already gigantic cock. Since the ability was strongest in the area it got unravelled, my dick exploded in growth. Each second, it was vibrating stronger and stronger with power, expanding inside lust-driven Luke, filling him up to the brim with his 800 pounds of power, muscle and dick.

Luke’s three doses did their rest, expanding his figure to a 3-meter-tall unreal muscle god with a meter-long dick, squeezing my now 2 meter x 30cm steel cannon of cock so hard, we both exploded in an orgasm that took 40 minutes to finish. Cum flowed from room to room, as we fucked flexing our enormous muscle-god bodies.

Both of us lost track of time, we were just laying on top of each other, eventually falling asleep.

I purposefully drew a “failsafe” in case we use our power too much, so we lost about 90% of our new mass every time we fell asleep. The thought of that comforted me, as I didn’t want us to become so immobile we weren’t able to function as a normal human being anymore.

Then, when we woke up, the first trouble we had was literally getting off of each other…

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