“You gonna invite me in, bro?”
“Oh! Yes, please.”
He stepped in and I closed the door, never fully taking my eyes off him as he shucked a large backpack and dropped a canvas duffel by the door. Then he pulled me in for a big hug. He smelled like Charlie—rosemary, deodorant, and Charlie musk, but also something salty.
My body was in a state of confusion, torn between confusion and arousal, enjoying the scent of him and the feel of him, both familiar and strange.
“Can I get you, uh, something to drink?”
“Water would be great, or maybe iced tea if you got unsweetened,” he said. I nodded and gestured to the table, and he sat as I poured two glasses of tea. I sat across from him, still in shock, as he gulped down half the glass in one go.
“Thanks buddy!” He smiled. “So how have you been?”
“Good… Charlie, what the hell happened to you?”
“Oh, this? Heh. Well it’s kind of what I am here to talk about. But first, you don’t have a roommate or anything do you?”
“Awesome. Can I crash here for a few days?”
I had to think about that for all of a second.
“Sure, but why?”
“Bro, you wouldn’t believe the half of it. Can’t stay with the folks, they ain’t cool with the situation.”
“What situation do you mean?” I asked carefully.
“Come on bro. I mean this,” he said gesturing at himself. “Mom freaked out. She thinks I took drugs or made a pact with the devil or something, and my stepdad never really approved of the whole gay thing anyway. I thought they were cool with me but I guess not. It’s a bummer,” he said.
Only Charlie could shrug off a disowning like that. His mom had always been a little weird, and the stepdad was religious, but this was the first I had heard of any bad blood in Charlie’s home.
“Of course you can stay,” I said, “but on one condition. You have to tell me what the heck happened to you.”
“Dude, it’s so messed up. You probably won’t believe it. But you remember how scrawny I used to be right?”
I remembered every inch of his lean, twink body, of course, but I just nodded.
“So check it out. I took this aquatic bio class mostly because it seemed like it would be fun, and it was. The prof was this gnarly old former surfer dude, and he kinda took me under his wing. I did my homework assigned reading everything. So this was about two years ago. Anyway, I chose that as a major and really started paying attention. It was awesome. I should have a degree in it by now but I blew off some requirement early on, and I need like one more class to get the paper.”
“Anyway… so the prof has this senior seminar thing where we help him on field research on his boat, and about ten of us went out for a week. And one day, during a bad storm, prof just keels over and dies.”
“Oh my god!”
“Yeah, it sucked. He was maybe seventy. Just had a stroke or something. But we were way out and none of us were that good at navigating. We didn’t have too much experience but between us we managed to ride out the storm and get the boat to this rocky bit of land. Anyway, I was clumsy and slipped off the boat while trying to secure us. Cracked my head against the rocks on the way down, and that’s pretty much it.”
“Clearly not, since you’re here.”
“Oh right. I mean that was it for what I remembered. The guys tried to find me but they were pretty traumatized and scared. But they got the radio working and the coast guard got out there that night. They sent out search parties because the water wasn’t all that deep where I fell, but they figured the undercurrent got me. Then, officially, the same day they were giving up the search, I washed up about fifteen miles away, got found by a very pretty lifeguard, and woke up in an ambulance.”
“Seriously? That’s insane. No wonder your mom freaked out. I’m a little pissed nobody said anything… .”
“You don’t know the half of it yet. See, I still looked mostly the same found me, but I didn’t have a scratch on me. No evidence of cracking my head, no worse for the wear for being overboard, nothing. I was fine, so I went home. Answered a bunch of questions about my poor old prof until the cops got the autopsy results. And then I slept for like two days.”
He idly scratched at his neck. “That’s when things started to get weird. I ate like crazy, and figured I was making up for lost time at sea. I took loads of long showers. I felt restless so I started taking long walks, then runs. This was for like two weeks after they pulled me off the beach. And then one day I realized my clothes were all too tight. Come to find out, I had grown three inches, put on like twenty pounds, and the only shoes that fit were my sandals.”
“Anyway, I was supposed to follow up with the doctor after two weeks, and figured I’d ask about it. But I was already beginning to wonder, because I knew I had really cracked my head good, and there wasn’t even a scar. Now I was taller and buffer? Something was off.”
“So I ended up seeing a different doc and he just brushed me off, complaining about records being out of date. He barely looked me over, but the nurses sure did when they measured me and took samples. I heard them talking. But the doc did ask about my tattoo, and I was like ‘I don’t have a tattoo’, but sure enough I had one on my lower back. See?”
God help me, he pulled his shirt up, revealing everything the stretchy garment had poorly hid. There it was, just above the swell of his perky butt. It was unusual, a blue and green tattoo of seven fish scales surrounded by seaweed, about two inches across. Really good work, too.
“Complete mystery to me, man. I literally have no idea what really happened to me, but no maybe the tattoo is involved. But whatever, you know me. No worries, right?”
“So a few more weeks go by and I keep getting a little bigger, and I always feel restless and pent up. Eventually I sign up for the alumni gym and remember how much fun I had swimming in school. After the boat, I wasn’t sure I wanted to go back in the water, but I went in anyway. And so for about three more weeks, I went swimming for a few hours every day. I packed on more muscle and more height. Everyone noticed and I think it must have freaked out the guys from class, because they kept avoiding me. Or maybe they were just feeling guilty for it rescuing me, but I’m okay, so no big.”
“Charlie, you’re right, that makes no sense at all. You’re telling me all this is from this summer? You grew six or seven inches taller and put on all this muscle in four months?”
“Nah, bro. It’s the truth. And it was just since July. But my funds ran out and my folks wanted me home. And you know the rest. I was gonna look you up anyways, but I didn’t think I would need to crash here. Sorry…”
The incredible tale aside—and Charlie was never one for making stuff up—I simply could not say no to my friend, not when he needed me. And I half figured he was suffering from some kind of trauma. But there was no denying how hot he had become and I was also feeling an intense physical attraction to my ex.
So we got him settled in and grabbed some food and made dinner, and sat half watching anime for old times sake, but mostly catching up. It was like nothing had changed… except he had gone from twink right past twunk and into muscle hottie. He smelled fantastic and looked better, and when he fell asleep cuddled up on the couch, I had to use all my self-control not to jump his bones right there. Instead, I switched off the TV and slowly extricated myself…
“Don’t go, Ben,” he said. “Please.”
I sat back down and he pulled me close for a hug.
Yeah, it’s the same old story. Falling for your ex all over again, right?
I’ll cut past the tentative kisses that gave way to hot making out, the desperate pawing at each other, the hurried shucking of pants… yeah, I’ll cut right to the part where his cut, 5.75 inch perfectly shaped dick was somehow replaced by an uncut, 9 inch monster. Same shape, but much bigger. His eager balls roiled in their sack, but the shock was a little too much for me and took me right out of the moment.
“Oh,” he said, red faced, “yeah, there’s that, too.”
He laughed. “Dude, I don’t know about fair, but I ain’t complaining. Except—ooh… .mmmm.”
As distractions go, blowing someone is high on the list, and deep throating a 9-inch cock like a pro certainly focused him on me rather quickly. What can I say? I couldn’t help myself.
I really went to town on him, using every trick I knew and at least one I invented on the spot. Ten glorious minutes later (or possibly three hours, for all I knew), I felt the pressure reach a crescendo.
“Aw man, I’m gonna… gonnna—” he said, and then did. Spectacularly, and far more copiously than I’d ever dealt with before. I couldn’t swallow it fast enough and I got some in my nose, which I don’t recommend at all.
Sure enough, he was out like a light after my ministrations. I lay next to him enjoying our cuddle. But I found sleep elusive; once the immediate lust was seated, I couldn’t stop thinking about his changed physique, how anyone else would have flipped out but he just went with the flow. But more, the mysterious circumstances of his astonishing changes utterly captured my imagination… .
Eventually, I had to get up. I carefully pulled myself free, did the usual morning bathroom stuff, and emerged in crisp khakis and button down.
“Hey buddy where ya going?” Charlie sat up, clad in nothing but loose-fitting boxers. Damn, he looked good.
“Charlie, I’m really sorry, but I have to go to work. Help yourself to whatever in the fridge. There’s a blue and grey towel on the rack, and if you need a toothbrush there are spares in the drawer. There’s a spare key on the hook if you need to go out. I’ll get one made for you on the way home.”
“Awwww. Okay, bro. I’ll be here.” And he gave me a quick kiss goodbye that sent my pulse racing.
All day, I tried, in vain, to get work done. In reality, I was half-assing it, punctuating my spreadsheet crunching with brief searches (on my cell, not the work computer!) for any clues to Charlie’s mysterious evolution. Sure enough, I found a record of the incident, but not much more detail than he’d given himself. Searching for symptoms merely left me looking at naughty story and image sites or ads for pills and training programs. Then my boss came to talk to me about something for like an hour and I zoned out waiting for him to finish rattling on. Eventually, he left and I went back to powering through my edits and occasionally searching on my cell.
Around 4, I got a text from Charlie.
CHARLIE: Hey buddy. I went to the store again. Making dinner. You good with salmon?
BEN: Sure. When did you learn to cook?
CHARLIE: When I had to, man. Nothing fancy. Maybe grab some wine or beer?
How incredibly domestic it seemed. Even so, I was smiling broadly the whole last hour, and during the ride home.
The salmon was delicious—he’d snagged some really fresh fish and it was barely seared, with a little ponzu sauce and toasted sesame seeds. Brown rice and green beans. Who knew? He’d taken a cooking class at college, and had a nose for good fish. I was shocked to find he’d bought it whole and cleaned it himself. He’d also canvassed the area for short term employment prospects.
“No big,” he’d said. What happened to the annoyingly directionless boy I knew? Sexy and talented? Powerful aphrodisiac. Or maybe he just smelled amazing and I was inclined to be more forgiving now. We barely finished washing up before things devolved into sex. He was insatiable—and frankly so was I. I was so turned on by him it wasn’t funny, and it seemed oddly mutual.
For two weeks, things went more or less like that. Somehow we became That Couple, and I was stupidly happy. He did most of the cooking (loads of seafood and greens and grains, or lean meats) and pitched in without my asking. He even lured me down to the gym in my building, and we did some basic workouts. With him, it seemed more fun.
I spent so much time with him, I’d barely notice the gradual changes until one morning in the gym when his slightly tight shirt just … split.
“Aw no, man! I loved that shirt! What the hell?”
“Man, you must have had a heck of a pump,” I said, jogging on the treadmill. “Or maybe you need to look at the washing instructions.”
“Nah, bro, I don’t think that’s it. Do you mind measuring me?”
“Sure, last time you came in at 49 inches, right?”
“That’s what I thought,” he said. “And now?”
“Whoa… are you sure?”
“I got 53 inches here,” I said. “And 18 and two thirds for your biceps!”
We shared a look of mild confusion.
“But that was just the other day…” he said. “Shit, man, I thought I was done growing, but I think it’s happening again.”
Yeah, it was. He was right, there wasn’t anything other than basic “stay in shape” stuff in his workout plan, and he wasn’t lifting heavy enough to really pump up much. And yet he’d added a few inches of brawn over the last few days.
“I’m not 100% convinced we didn’t misread it the other day. So let’s just measure and track it from now on, until we know what’s what.”
“You just like making this nerdy,” he half-smiled. “You’re making a spreadsheet in your head, aren’t you?”
Damn right I made a spreadsheet—and we started measuring and tracking daily.
Five more days, and he’d gained another inch in height and added another half inch everywhere else, while his remaining fat seemed to evaporate, despite us taking a break from the weight room.
And when I say everywhere, I mean it. Yeah, I insisted on measuring. His dick had gained as well, and he now sported a full 10 inches. It was unreal how much he came when he cut loose. But we’d avoided anything that involved putting his big dick in my ass, because it was just so big. And apparently it was getting bigger.
And fuck if it wasn’t an even bigger turn on for me.
He’d found occasional work hauling boxes, and the physical labor was kind to him—not all of his newfound buffness was mysterious. He was earning those muscles, just… at an accelerated rate, apparently. No contact with his family either.
I was really enjoying his presence (not just the fucking and hotness, but the chars and cuddling), but the mystery kept gnawing at me. And then, I randomly called some radio contest thing, and won a weekend vacation to some new island resort. Work was super cool about it, and there was lucky timing. So that’s how we found ourselves headed to White Sands with a few days clothing and a little cash, and not much else. Though I did bring a measuring tape.
The flight was uneventful, and the hotel was quite nice, being new. A team of incredibly hunky island boys hovered constantly nearby, but Paolo, our room attendant, was particularly cute. As he showed us around the room, he clearly had trouble not staring at Charlie. Though to be fair, he had more than one lingering glance at me.
Charlie nonchalantly ditched his shirt the minute he got in the door, but when he turned around and bent to take his shoes off, Paolo gasped.
“Sorry! I just noticed your tattoo, is very nice. Who did the work?”
“I don’t remember where I got it,” Charlie said.
Paolo ran down the list of rules and safe locations for us.
“I suspect you will want to swim. The pool is being cleaned, and the beach is usually busy, but if you want to know a secret, there is a hidden cove I know, very good for swimming… .”
Charlie was in the pool as soon as it reopened. I longed to be in there with him, but my stomach was feeling a little dodgy after the flight, so I lingered by the poolside, watching my sexy friend delight in simply being in the water.
“Your friend, he is a very strong swimmer, no?”
I looked up to find Paolo and his too bright smile. He’d brought a fizzy vodka lemonade drink that seemed to be a house special.
“He always was, since we were kids,” I answered, grateful accepting the drink.
“You like him very much, I think.”
There was something in his voice that I didn’t quite like. Or maybe I just didn’t understand. Nobody batted an eye when we verified we had one bed rather than two.
“I do. Is that a problem?”
“What? Oh no, mister Ben, not a problem. This hotel is very modern. I meant nothing bad,” he explained. “I am very happy for you both. But you seem very different. From each other.”
“Ah, you noticed,” I said, wryly.
Dinner was light and lovely, and we decided to go check out one of Paolo’s recommended spots after we ate. Partly hidden by lush vegetation and partly by a quirk of the land, a small crescent shaped lagoon offered a magnificent view of the setting sun.
We strolled along the sandy beach, and found a perfect spot to sit and cuddle, nursing our drinks.
“This,” Charlie said, leaning in for a sweet kiss, “does not suck. Nobody but us, and this view.”
“I like that view,” I said, then rolled over and straddled him. “I like this view better.”
The moment I did that, I felt his dick harden—anyone would have, a ten-inch beast like that tended to announce itself—and I could feel my temperature rise. He grabbed me a little less than gently, kissing me with passion. Our tongues dueled playfully as we stripped our meager clothing, and then things began in earnest. He was nearly too big to enter me, not without prep and lube, but his copious precum was well on its way to slicking things up. He felt enormous.
Wait, he really did feel enormous.
Took me right out of the zone, for a moment. I had to know, and I had come prepared.
“What’s wrong, buddy?” He asked, innocently.
“Just want to get some data,” I smiled, rummaging in my bag.
I measured him, as sensuously as I could.
“Wow,” I said.
“I know, it’s big,” he said.
“Bigger. As in, your dick is bigger.”
“Yeah, couldn’t you tell?”
“It always felt pretty big to me,” he laughed, “but what do I know?”
“Well, congratulations, you have an eleven-and-a-half-inch dick,” I said. “How the hell did your get that much bigger since Tuesday?”
“Fuck if I know,” he laughed. “Is it a problem?”
“If it gets much bigger it might be,” I said, stroking its silky steel. “Aside from logistical concerns I have about how much of that will fit, there’s the question of whether we need to buy another seat for the flight home…”
“Hah. Hey, know what we haven’t ever done?”
“Fucked in the water at sunset.”
Giggling like very naughty children, we splashed into the water until we were up to our chests and resumed our fooling around. As the daylight faded, the bright moon and stars seemed to pick up the slack, but that wasn’t the only thing. Lichen on the nearby rocks glowed with blue-green bioluminescence, which I studied intently as Charlie inched his way down my torso. I was in ecstasy; he was giving one hell of a blowjob, something he’d always done with gusto, but now, Jesus, he was insatiable! On and one we went, as he teased and sucked and otherwise tormented me for a good ten minutes.
I was so caught up in it that I didn’t notice he hadn’t come up for air.
It was surreal, as I looked at his head below the waterline, his shaggy hair flowing around his head as he bobbed back and forth. His talented tongue was working overtime, too, and my brain short-circuited as he hit just the right spot and I unloaded spectacularly. He greedily swallowed it as I stared at him, fuzzy headed and amazed.
He still hadn’t come up for air. But he looked up at me, and realization dawned in his eyes as he sensed my slow-burn panic. He shot suddenly to the surface.
“Whoa, buddy, what’s wrong?” He laughed. “You okay? I didn’t graze you with my teeth or something, did I?”
“No, that’s not—” I sputtered, “dude, you didn’t come up for air!”
“Oh, too intense? If you got another load in you, I can go slower—”
“Charlie. You were under the water for”—I checked my watch—”almost nine and a half minutes! How are you not gasping for breath?”
“No way, bro,” he said, slicking his hair back. “You must have counted wrong.”
But I hadn’t, and I knew it. I always had a good sense of time, and I had looked at my watch just before he went down on me. More importantly, I saw the look of doubt in his eye.
“I’m serious, Charlie. That was amazing but it shouldn’t have been possible. So I am going to ask you flat out. What the hell happened to you?”
He was uncharacteristically quiet. Then he seemed to reach a decision.
“Don’t freak, okay?” he asked.
“I can’t promise that,” I said.
“Dude, you know me. Nothing bugs me, but lately, I don’t know. I thought was getting the hang of this,” he said, gesturing at himself, “but I think maybe something weird is going on.”
“Dude, you don’t know the half of it,” he frowned. “I guess I was in denial for a while, and then I just hoped you wouldn’t notice all the weird stuff…”
“Charlie, you have been randomly growing since you moved in, and we have been logging it,” I said, “so of course, I was going to notice.”
“Not everything,” he said. “Because I haven’t shown you.”
“Shown me what?”
“Whatever… happened, it did something to me, something on top of getting bigger, stuff you wouldn’t notice.” He drew in a breath. “Did you notice I can see, like really well, in the dark? Or smell you from a hundred feet away?”
“…No, no I did not.”
“This under water stuff is just the latest. I feel like a freak. I’ve even been whacking off more.”
“I noticed. You usually pound one out in the morning, and you still want sex before breakfast.”
“Well, I do it more than that. Three days ago, we had sex what, three times? Well, I whacked off four more times that day.”
Whoa, that was a lot. He’d been a sexual dynamo that day.
“I don’t know what’s going on. And apparently the latest thing is holding my breath a really long time.”
“So you’re special. Maybe you’re a mutant like on the X-men.”
“Nah, man, I don’t want that. I just want to know what’s up. Between that and the mystery tattoo…”
He swung his perfect ass around to show the gleaming tattoo again.
“Hold up,” I said. I peered closer.
“Didn’t this used to have seven scales?”
“I don’t know, I can’t see it,” he said. “I think so?”
“Well, now it has nine. And it’s bigger…”
For whatever reason, that was what finally broke Charlie’s legendary chill attitude. You could see this dawning horror slowly wash across his handsome face, and a hint of fear shattered the calm his eyes usually held.
“Are you serious man? I mean, how does that even happen?”
Of course now it bothered him.
“How does what happen?” I snarked back. “The constant growth you’ve undergone, your huge cock, your newfound ability to hold your breath underwater, or your weird tattoo?”
But the minute I said it, I knew I’d made the wrong comment and I felt the slug of guilt to the gut.
“It’s not funny, buddy, I’m freaking out here!” He spun dramatically to face me, his face distraught. “I been trying to let it go, but the whole time I have been freaking out inside… .my whole fucking life is turned upside down and I’m some kind of mutant and I have no job and you are the only thing keeping me from completely losing my shit… .”
I pulled him close and hugged his hard, muscular torso tightly.
“It’s okay man. I’m here. I’m freaked too.”
We stood there like idiots in the water for probably three or four more minutes, never noticing the figure watching from behind a rocky outcropping a few dozen feet away.
We got back to the resort and took our time with dinner, both feeling awkward and concerned about the situation. Afterwards, we sat on our little veranda with a bottle of good whiskey and watched the moon for a bit in silence. And then we went to bed, without any kind of sex. For the first time since he showed up in my life again, the mood wasn’t right.
When I woke at four, it was to a muffled gasp and an empty bed, but it was still warm. I heard a faint sloshing sound, and crept quietly to the bathroom.
Charlie was face down in the overfilled giant tub.
Momentarily panicking, I ran to his side, only for him to pop up and shake his head, and glance twice at his fancy waterproof watch with a shocked expression. Then he noticed me.
“Sorry, buddy, did I wake you up?”
“Not really? Kind of? Dude, what the hell were you doing?”
He sighed. “I woke up feeling weird. And my skin was so dry and I felt stiff and achy. I wanted a warm bath. And it felt so good on my dry skin, I just laid here for a bit until the water started to get cool. I was looking at my feet, which were sore, and kind of rubbing them. And then I thought, fuck it, I should see what I can do, how long I can really hold my breath.”
“After about five minutes, I realized I was not really holding my breath.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“I was breathing. The water. Through my nose, I think. But I think I am okay now,” he said. As if discovering you could breathe water was normal.
“Okay,” I said, sitting slowly on the toilet. “That’s cool, I guess…”
“Ben, man, that ain’t all. Not like I could hide this from you anyway.” And with that, he pulled up one handsome long-toed foot… and proceeded to stretch his toes. The seemed unusually long suddenly, and the skin between the toes seemed odd. He flexed his toes and I realized his toes were longer, nearly as long as his fingers, and the webbing went more than halfway down each toe.
“Whoa,” I said.
“I noticed my toes were longer the other day. Just a bit. But this is a little freaky,” he said, tentatively wiggling his long, half-webbed toes.
“Your dick is almost a foot long, Charlie, and you’ve been packing on size like no tomorrow—and apparently you can now breathe underwater?”
“Everything else was cool and made you happy,” he said, smiling.
“You are amazing,” I said, kissing him. “But I really wish I knew what was going on.”
“Me too,” he said.
The next thing we noticed, the following morning, was that his hands were bigger. And the reason we noticed was that I rolled over and he was half awake, dreamily stroking his cock.
“Did your cock shrink?”
“Huh?” Yup, he wasn’t even really awake yet.
I placed my hand next to his, grabbing the top half of his foot long (and I guessed he had hit that mythical mark overnight as he slept), and the difference was obvious. He’d gone from a little bit bigger than me to making my hand look like a child’s. Eyes wide open and fully awake, we compared hands palm to palm. Not only was his hand half again as wide as mine, but his fingers outreached my fingertips by a full knuckle and a half. And he had slightly deeper webs between his fingers, too.
“Shit, man,” he said. On one level, something finally rattled his calm. But on the other, he wasn’t the only one growing concerned.
“Wait,” I said, and reached for the measuring tape.
The tape unfurled, from top base along the shaft. Without his enormous mitt around it, the size was much more evident. The 12-inch mark hit just below his cock head, near as I could tell from the bulge of the foreskin. The verdict?
“Fourteen and one quarter inches,” I said, swallowing hard. That was a massive gain, unlike anything we’d seen over the last few months. “And seven and a quarter around.”
“Fuck,” he said. He started angrily stroking his huge dick. “I’m too big. This is too much, so fucking big, but I don’t wanna hurt you, buddy!”
I hated seeing him upset, but angry masturbation proved an unexpected turn on and my lust switch flipped to ON. I looked at his dick hungrily, feeling my pucker twitch. I thought I could just about take him… .
We were lost in lust, and just starting our third round of the morning, when Charlie’s thrusts were interrupted by a solid knock at the door. Straining, he bottomed out in me, eliciting a moan and a spurt or two from my well drained cock. By any measure I was reaching personal bests lately, but I was finally flagging.
“One sec, bro!” he yelled. “Uno momento, por favor!”
Gently he pulled out, still hard and seemingly ready to go again with his monster. I pulled the covers over, soaked though they were, out of modesty, while he grabbed a pillow and tried in vain to shield his junk from view.
Paolo entered with a shy but knowing smile, pushing a cart of food. Grilled fish, eggs, toast, and mimosas. And a stack of fresh towels.
“I suspected you might be hungry by now. You were a little loud, I am afraid.” He said, with a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Also, fresh towels for the beach, if you wish to go there. Did you enjoy it?”
“Oh yeah, man, that beach was great, Charlie replied, as though he weren’t hiding his 14-plus inch monster behind a pillow and wasn’t covered in cum, and I wasn’t lying in bed like a used up fleshlight. “Probably go back today.”
Paolo nodded happily, looking at Charlie. “I bet you liked it a lot. You take coffee with sugar and cream, yes?”
“He does,” Charlie nodded at me. “I just want some water this morning.”
Paolo nodded warmly at me. “You look like maybe you have not rested so well. Perhaps a massage?”
“Thanks, but I think the coffee and food is what I really need. And a hot shower.”
“Then I will leave you to it,” Paolo said. “By the way, mister Charlie, it seems the sea air agrees with you, no? You look very healthy today. They say it is like magic for some people.”
And with a wave and small bow, he backed out of the room, shutting the door.
We ate like we’d been fucking all morning, which of course we had. Even without that, Charlie’s remarkable evolution—I had to think of it that way, like he was some sort of fantasy creature that was leveling up, or I might start to get panicky—had to have extracted a toll on his calorie reserves. Already he looked leaner, yet more muscular, than the day before. Either way, we were both famished, and concerns about whatever was happening seemed elusive for the moment.
“I’m still not sure I understand fish for breakfast,” I said, crunching my way through the toast. “I guess England and japan both do it, though. It’s not bad, but I like bacon, or better yet sausage, with my eggs.”
“And here I thought you had enough sausage,” Charlie smiled. “Besides, I like it. Really hits the spot. Good protein.”
I looked over at him as he ate. Some sort of local fish, lightly charred and pleasantly oily, but evidently he was enjoying them. I’d had one piece to his three. In fact, he out ate me two to one pretty much across he board, except for the toast. Now I was content to slurp my coffee, and let the food settle. I leaned against his beefy shoulder, finding myself much the same height relative to him, but his legs were longer.
“Guess we were both hungry,” he purred. “What else are you up for today?”
“We basically just have today and tomorrow. Then a red eye back.”
“I wouldn’t mind staying, but sooner or later they will want us to pay for something.”
“Yup. Though maybe we can get Paolo to accept payment in sex.”
“From me, or you?”
“I’m not the one he was staring at with his big brown eyes,” I chuckled.
Charlie fell silent. “We can joke, but it’s true. I am going to get a lot of stares. Jesus, am I even human anymore?”
“Human enough for me,” I kissed back. Somehow none of it was bothering me. I had a nagging feeling it should, but instead I brushed my hand against his firm abdomen and down to his nether regions.
“I’m serious,” he said. “At some point we need to figure out what to do. This isn’t like before. They didn’t find anything then.” He held up a massive hand. “They’re going to have to look a little closer, because this is definitely not nothing.”
I reached out and take his hand, and it felt like I was a child thanks to the difference in sizes. He was right, of course. But how odd that it was me, now, who sought to reassure him and blow off concern.
“Kiss me,” I demanded. He complied, a deep kiss, his longer tongue gently probing and easily overpowering my own as they danced. He tasted amazing, lemony and salty, probably lingering umami from the fish. I wanted nothing more than to stay here, enjoying his warm smooth skin and tasting his flesh.
“I love you,” I said.
“Me too,” he replied, somewhat sadly.
“I don’t want to leave. I don’t really want to go back, you know. I don’t hate my job but I don’t love it. This is fucking paradise.”
He hugged me tighter.
“I think we should enjoy it while we can,” he said. “Let’s go for a walk.”
Of course we found ourselves quickly annoyed with the crowded tourist areas, and Charlie was still feeling weird about his feet, so we made for the secluded cove Paolo had sent us to. It was miraculously deserted. I was sweaty, and quickly shucked my outer clothes, and Charlie was just as fast to shuck his. We stood there glistening for a moment, then made for the water, and I caught a glimpse of his tattoo as he passed.
It was much, much larger.
“Wait,” I said. I grabbed my phone and took a quick shot, and showed it to him.
Unmistakably larger, the design had grown until it was the size of my entire open hand. It kept much of the same pattern but the scaled area was much larger and more iridescent. The border seaweed spiraled out in intricate patterns, one right up his spine and halfway up his back.
“Holy crap,” he said.
“I think we can stop pretending this is anything other than supernatural, don’t you?” I sighed. “I can make all the notes I want, but this isn’t anything to do with science. Not now.”
“Do you think the water is making it worse?”
Or better? I thought. It might well be accelerating his changes. “I’m not sure, but there is one way to find out.”
I’d also be lying if I said that I didn’t have, by this point, a suspicion about what was happening. Or rather, the direction it was taking. See, I used to read a lot more than I have time to now, and I’d read some old stories once about quaint little New England towns full of odd people and Secrets Man Was Not Meant To Know. They creeped the fuck out of me then.
What if…. What if my breathtaking Charlie had some horrifying family legacy that doomed him, like the tiny fishing town’s residents, to devolve into a horrid fish-person, all the better to welcome a tentacled monster to devour us all? Would his teeth turn jagged or would he gain a frog’s freakish tongue? I imagined all sorts of frightening and squicky mutations that would mar his handsome face, or turn his aesthetic muscularity into rubbery inhuman limbs…
No, of course not. Besides, until the recent webbing and water-breathing stuff came out of nowhere, he just kept getting more and more perfectly human. Just, you know, improved a bit. More like he was evolving faster than the rest of us, but definitely in a positive direction. But the webbing and elongated fingers gave me pause.
There was also the tattoo, which suggested an intelligence and purpose behind whatever was happening to him. That was just adding to the mystery now, especially with it changing over time. Luckily, it was kind of sexy.
That was the other big thing. Whereas at first, Charlie was unbothered by his evolution, he’d become more trepidatious lately as the more recent changes were less flattering. But somehow I, who was originally pretty freaked out by it all, was becoming less worried—even though I knew, intellectually, that I should be unnerved by it all.
Charlie said little, but his sweet face was frowning and every so often, he’d open his wide hand, as if it were someone else’s.
We walked in silent thought several miles down the shoreline, back to the little cove where he’d discovered his latest trick while blowing me. It seemed an endless time ago, but it was only a day or two, surely? Time seemed oddly irrelevant with him next to me, as we found the vegetation-covered entrance.
“After you,” I said, beckoning.
“Is that so you can watch my butt as I go in?”
“I do love watching your butt,” I admitted. Then, whispered, “But I mostly want to see if we’re being followed.”
He gave me an odd look, but nodded. As if he read my thoughts, he made a show of showing his ass as he scampered up the little hill. I admit, I looked, but not too long. Instead I scanned the area around us, then made a show of squeezing through the bushes myself, only to drop low and peer through after I crossed the little hill. Only when I was sure there was nobody behind us did I turn around to check out the cove.
“So, should I just go in, or dip my toes, or what?”
“I don’t know. What do you want do to?”
“I want to swim, I think. Plus the water’s nice and cold and this boner is getting ridiculous.”
It really was obscene, its porn-star length throbbing past his belly-button, fourteen and a quarter inches as of this morning. That’s measured along the top.
“Let’s start with just standing in the water, and I’ll look for anything that changes.”
“Which side would you prefer to look at?”
“Either view is pretty amazing,” I answered truthfully. So of course, he showed his ass as he slowly walked into the water until he was up to his knees. From before, I knew there was a nice sharp drop a step or two beyond where he stood facing the horizon.
I stared intently at him as he scooped up the water and poured it over his arms, letting it cascade off his fingers. It rolled down his back and into his butt-crack. It really was an incredible ass.
“wait,” I said. “I want to be closer. It’s a little hard to see.”
“Okay….how about if I turn around?”
“I don’t see any changes on this side, so…”
Suddenly he moaned.
“Oh fuck. Fuck.” He lost his footing and landed on his butt right in front of me.
“The hell was that?” I stepped around to see his face, eyes almost rolling back, and mouth slack.
“Shit, are you okay?”
“Oh man, Ben, my head just suddenly hurt like hell. Lost my balance.”
“You scared the shit out of me.”
“Sorry, buddy, it just really hurt!”
“Wait a sec.” I sloshed around to his back again, and sure enough, the spiraling tattoo pattern now reached fully up his neck and under his left ear.
“Anything feel different now? The tattoo grew up into your ear,” I explained. “My guess is all at once.”
“Hmm.” He listened, very quietly, and so did I. The waves moving around, the sea birds nearby. Nothing too weird.
“Thump thump thump… thump thump, thump thump… dude, I think I can hear your heart beat.”
“Cute,” I said, offering my hand up. “I was being serious.”
“So am I,” he replied, taking my hand and using leverage to pull himself out of the water. “I’m pretty sure I can hear your heartbeat.”
“You sure it’s not yours?” I asked wryly, pointing at his erection still throbbing away.
He closed his eyes and concentrated. “Nope, pretty sure that’s you I hear. It sounds like when I lay my head on your chest. I’d know that sound anywhere.”
I released his hand.
“Now it’s not quite as loud. Try walking away a bit.”
“Sure, whatever,” I replied, slowly sloshing backward a few steps.”
“Farther, go back up into the shallow area.”
“Your heart is beating a little faster now.”
This was getting unnerving. I walked to the very edge of the water, and then stepped out into the sand.
“I can’t hear it nearly so well now,” he said. “Is my ear huge or something?”
But it wasn’t his ear I was looking at.
His cock was at least two inches larger, throbbing up by his pecs.
“You should probably get out of the water before it grows over your head,” I said. I was only half joking.
“I don’t understand why my hearing is better,” he said.
“Will you please come out of the water?” I was a little frightened of what more exposure might do to him, really
He nodded and walked back toward me, glistening and sexier than ever.
I measured, my sphincter instinctively clenching as we passed the 14-inch mark and kept going. I was pretty sure I’d already hit my limit.
15 came and went, the slight natural curve having partly hidden the full extent of it.
Then 16. And then…
“Congratulations,” I said, in awe. “You have an utterly ridiculous amount of cock.”
“Oh man,” he said, genuinely put out. “Seriously, how bad?”
“Let’s go with 17 and a quarter.” Fuck,it felt ridiculous saying it out loud.
“Fuck,” he said. “It’s ridiculous, alright. I can barely get my—whoa!”
Oh, those hands. They’d grown a little too, with the webbing more pronounced than ever, and the long, thin fingers nearly an inch longer than. They had been. And then we both glanced down, and his feet were much the same. He’d already needed a 13 sneaker, but we’d been in sandals or flip flops for days now, and a quick measurement there confirmed he was at least another inch longer than he had been. That would probably mean those sneakers were a lost cause.
He flopped down to the sandy beach, almost in shock, which proved a poor choice. Because now his massive cock head was right there in his face. In fact, it poked him in the eye.
“Dammit. Serves me right for being dramatic, that’s so not me.”
“Jesus, you wouldn’t even have to work at it to suck your own dick,” I said. I lowered myself to the ground, too, a little more elegantly, but not without some discomfort, as I was sporting a pretty solid boner myself.
I’m sorry, I was turned on. I’ve already talked about his ever-improving physique, and it was having its effect on me.
“Dude, you’re not wrong. And you’re almost as bad. If I didn’t know better…”
I glanced down. Shit, I did look a bit bigger. Curious, I reached for the measuring tape, only to find his massive mitt in my way.
“My turn,” he said. Almost lovingly—though he had to peer around his own monstrous cock to see—he grabbed my dong and extracted it from my shorts, stroked it a few times, and then took a measurement.”
We were both surprised by the reading.
“Huh,” we both said.
“But I’ve always been about 7 inches,” I said.
“Last month you measured yourself at 7 and an eighth,” he replied. “I remember you adding it to your spreadsheet as a control.”
“I just figured it was a particularly good day You’ve had me so oversexed lately.”
“Can’t help it, buddy.” He smiled, but it was hidden behind the whale of a cock. “Apparently you’ve put on a little muscle there too, mister 8.75…”
“Hey, buddy. It’s okay, right?”
“Not really, no!”
“Calm down? Charlie, I’ve been holding it together with duct tape for a week or two now. This is unreal.”
He put a reassuring (but massive) hand on my shoulder. “Yeah, I know.”
“Do you? You’ve always been so easygoing. One little blip, and you were over it…”
“Babe, you really think that’s all I’ve had? Man, inside I’ve been running around like Kermit the Frog, arms flailing and screaming. But I guess I’ve always been able to keep that locked away.”
“Thanks for that image.” It nearly brought a smile to my face, but then I realized that at the rate he was going, Kermit might be a little too on-the-nose.
“…and now I’m regretting bringing up Kermit,” Charlie said, smiling. “Will you still love me if I turn into a frog guy?”
“I suppose,” I said.
“It’s not easy being green, you know,” he said.
Fuckin’ love this goofball.
Calming down mostly worked, after a little mutual blowjob to keep our boners under some kind of control. We scooted further up away from the water to talk.
“Okay, let’s break it down,” I said. “We know it’s definitely nothing like regular science. We know that exposure to sea water seems to be accelerating it. And we know that it seems to be at least partly contagious.”
“Do we know that?” Charlie said, wondering out loud. “Wait, let’s check your back…”
“Well?” He took the opportunity to brush the sand off me and give my butt a squeeze.
“Your ass looks really good,” he said. “uhhh… huh. You didn’t have a tramp stamp before, right?”
“Kidding. No, there’s—- oh shit, there is something there. Right now it’s small, but there’s a small gold dot back there, about the size of a hole punch.”
“Yeah,” he said, brushing at my lower back. “Yeah, it looks like a single scale.”
“Fuck. It is contagious.”
We sat there for a few more minutes, digesting this information. Finally, Charlie stood up.
“Well, can’t do much about it right now, and I’m starving.”
I was too, so after he helped me to my feet, we grabbed our stuff and headed back.
It was a longish walk, and the last part of it was through a more populated part of the resort where we attracted some attention. Understandably. Charlie was ridiculously sexy, and looked like he was smuggling a tuna in his britches. But objectively, I’d gotten into decent shape, and without realizing it, had almost certainly started down the same path as Charlie. I looked pretty good, if I say so myself.
Charlie whispered, almost too faintly for me to hear, “damn, my hearing is stupidly good now. I can hear those guys over by the pier whispering about us.”
I looked around and narrowed my gaze, and realized the guys he was talking about were well out of normal earshot, especially with the noise of the ocean filling the background.
“What are they saying?” What, like you wouldn’t be curious?
“They think we’re really hot and that I’m probably an athlete, but the one guy thinks you’re his ideal man.”
“Yeah, he’s the hot one, too. He’s got good taste.”
“Shut up,” I whispered back.
When we returned to our room, it seemed that Paolo was ready for us. He was just exiting the room as we walked up, and waved cheerily at us.
“Good walk, yes? You like the spot I suggested?”
“Very much so,” Charlie said. “I’m going to go shower, order dinner will you?”
I turned to Paolo. “What’s on offer?”
“I have ordered you the fish dinner, you seemed to enjoy it. Broiled sea bass with salad and quinoa. But I can add to the order if you wish.”
It sounded fantastic, actually, and I said as much.
“I have also mix up some smoothies for you, in the mini fridge. Enjoy, let me know if there is anything else.”
“Do you think you can find us some clothes? Charlie’s seem to be a little tight.”
“He is eating well and exercising, no?”
“Very much so. Probably should have picked up some larger stuff before we came,” I replied.
“I will see what we have here. But it is very casual, no need for anything beyond swim clothes.”
“See what you can do?”
“Of course! Dinner should be ready in about 15 minutes, but I can make it 25 if you need a bit more time.”
25 minutes later, I’d done my shower—the water felt almost like silk flowing over me, and l banged out another load in there while I was at it. Talk about oversexed. But at least I was thinking more clearly.
“You just missed Paolo, but the food’s ready,” Charlie said.
Boy was it. Two whole fish, broiled perfectly, an excellent lightly dressed salad, and toasted quinoa. We tore into it like no tomorrow. It should have been enough for a family of four. We left nothing behind but bones.
“Fuck, I can’t believe I’m still hungry.” I hated to agree with him because objectively, that had been a lot of food, but I still felt a little empty.
“There’s smoothies,” I offered. And soon they, too, were gone, but despite being suspiciously healthy, we both felt a little more sated.
“Wonder what’s in them,” I said.
“Juice, some kind of vitamin mix, maybe a little whey protein or greens or something, ice, and fruit,” he replied. “He told us the first day.”
Hmmm. I kept thinking as we relaxed, cuddled with him as some cheesy old movie played on the TV. Paolo, the perfect host, was a little too interested in us, and a little too eager to help. Or maybe not, maybe I was overthinking it, but…he had been very obviously interested in Charlie’s progress, and he had to have noticed the changes. Or at least raised concerns about the damage we’d done to the sheets—they’d put fresh ones (and a mattress cover) on each day. A certain glint in his eye as he said suggestive things, recommended dinner items, even pointed us toward the hidden cove.
Exactly what did Paolo know, really?
I was determined to get some answers this time.
“Sirs, we have here some lounge pants that are loose, and some swimsuits that may fit, but we don’t have much in larger sizes,” he said apologetically.
I nodded at Charlie, who reached out with one long arm and deliberately brushed Paolo’s hand with his extra-large, extra-webbed fingers. I was watching carefully for a reaction, and I nearly missed it; he wasn’t quite able to hold his surprise at Charlie’s touch.
And time to press, I thought.
“Goodness, Charlie, your hand must be twice the size of his!”
Paolo’s blush was instant.
“Hey you’re right,” Charlie said. He made a point of taking our hosts hand in his, and unfolding it so they were palm to palm. My boyfriend’s massive mitts really were twice the size of Paolo’s.
I loomed up behind him, and could sense his building reaction.
“Wow, Paulo. Something here is really doing us some good. Maybe the sun and surf, maybe those smoothies of yours… I mean, look at him!” This in my most seductive purr.
Oh, I had him now. The growing tent in his shorts was obvious almost instantly.
Charlie grasped Paolo’s hand a little more firmly.
“I mean, it couldn’t be something in the water, right?”
Paolo’s body language shifted visibly, and we sprung our trap. Charlie pushed Paolo down almost effortlessly, and we had him cornered.
“Sirs, what are you—”
“No, Paolo. No more sirs, no more games. Time to talk.”
That crack in his persona? Well, it cracked all the way, and it was like he became a different man entirely. The genial and subservient demeanor disappeared, and his eyes grew more piercing and intelligent.
“Well then,” he said, his once thick accent nearly gone, “It seemed I underestimated you.”
“Yah, man, time to talk,” Charlie loomed up behind me.
Paolo—or whoever he really was—eyed us warily, then seemed to reach some decision.
“Very well. But let’s sit and discuss this rationally.” He said. The nerve! He acted like he was in control, breezily sidling between us (two objectively intimidatingly large, built, guys) and parked on the settee. I guess we were surprised enough to follow him.
“First, please understand, I am not responsible for your… for what has been happening to you. But I have been encouraging it, and studying it.”
“I am by training a doctor of medicine, specializing in genetics. Some years ago, when I was doing research at UCLA, a student came to me and told a tale quite similar to what I suspect Charlie here told: he had fallen overboard, and then washed up the next day miles down the beach, apparently non the worse for wear. And then, his body began to change. Sound familiar?”
Charlie nodded, engrossed.
“This student….we knew each other socially, and he had asked me in confidence. But I was also researching genetic mutation. Watching how the creatures of the seas reacted to the changes we have made to their world,” he said, and casually poured a glass from the water pitcher and drank it. “Don’t worry, I will not stand on my soap box here. I only tell you to explain my initial interest. Anyway, Steven, the student, progressed slowly on the surface, but still at an astounding rate from my perspective. I realized I needed to keep my research to myself, both for his safety and for my own. And of course by that time, we were spending a lot of time together and… well, we fell in love.” He smiled sadly.
“That was seven years ago,” he said. “Anyway, he became my lover, and that made certain changes more obvious than they would have been to me as his doctor. Eventually, my late nights and equipment use began to draw unwanted attention.”
“This I could have weathered, but our department was full of very curious scientists used to sharing their work. As I was stressed about this, steven asked me what was happening at work. Imagine my shock when it turned out my boyfriend was ridiculously wealthy!”
“And so he just bought a failing resort, and we set up shop here. The cover story was that we were setting up a wildlife study sanctuary, and I was to be the director. We rushed through the planning and poured millions into the lab, but on arriving, something began to change. Or rather, Steven did—his changes began to accelerate. And something else happened which was that I became aware of at least two other young men with similar stories,” he said.
“Whoa, there are more of us?”
“At least a dozen, by this point. Three others are here, but… well, that’s a story for later.”
“Wait,” I said. “You said you were his lover. It’s pretty obvious to me that being Charlie’s lover has had an effect on me… so…”
“You are luckier than me. Or un-luckier. But please, allow me to finish.”
“As I said, three of the other men came here, and by pure luck two were graduate students in the sciences. We set to work studying this phenomenon—which by this point, for Steven, was progressing slowly, but for the other men had begun to rapidly change them in ways that seemed alarming at the time. And then it dawned on me, that they were intimate with each other. And while the exchange of bodily fluids had done little to change me (though I confess to being fitter now than I was then), it was accelerating their mutual evolution.”
That explained a lot, actually.
“We made several breakthroughs in that first year, freed of the constraints of university. FIrst, I was able to better see what was happening, at the deepest level, though I still lack a proper cause. DNA was being rewritten in an astounding fashion, but with many structures I recognized; some quite old, and some novel. And second, we determined that I lacked the genetic markers that would accept the changes.”
“By this point, my two friends and associates had progressed quite far, and could not be seen inn public. It was clear they weren’t human anymore, and one day they simply announced they were leaving. They thanked us, and left quite a stock of testing materials, but their absence left us with few options. We needed to find others who had been changed in this way if we were to solve the mystery. And so we hit upon the idea of reopening the resort, and bringing others who shared the markers here to study.”
“Yes,” Paolo nodded. “The two who left, they were a little past Charlie. But Steven has continued to change.”
Charlie and I exchanged looks, both of us thinking the same thing: we had to see him.
“Still human?” Paolo said sadly. “Human enough for me. But we have had to make some adjustments. As you might imagine, seven years of such change, much of it here, has added up quite a bit.”
“Can…can we meet him? It’s only fair to know what we are in for,” I said.
“Maybe. He is harder to nail down these days. Had he not been so wealthy, had we not found this place, he would likely be in a lab against his will. As it stands, he visits one by choice, and he owns it. Well, we do,” he held up a hand and we noticed the wedding band.
“But,” he said, with an implied threat, “you must make certain assurances before you meet Steven, and we must take precautions. Of course this secret must not get out, the consequences would be dire.”
That was understandable. In fact I would have been very suspicious if the option was offered without some very large conditions.
As it happened, the conditions were really, really big.
“Simply put, Ben, Charlie, you know too much already for it to be safe for us to just let you go. Understand, there are lives at stake, not just ours, and above all else, Steven must be safe.”
It was still a shock to hear out loud, but it beat spiking our drinks with memory erasers, or just killing us, I suppose. But oddly, not a surprise. It was logical from his point of view. But it still felt like a threat.
“You cannot leave, Charlie. Within a short time, your changes will be too noticeable, and may already be.” I looked at my lover with a critical eye, and realized he was right. Charlie would attract too much attention, and that would put everyone at risk.
“What about Ben?” Charlie asked.
“Him too. Although you will need to put your mainland affairs in order. Anything you cannot handle remotely already, we may want to have Ben tackle, while he still can. Or, we can stage your deaths, if you have nothing to call you back. Steven’s…well, our wealth will smooth over most of it. It isn’t the first time we have been through this. Think about it today, and by evening please reach a decision you can live with.” And with that he quietly stood and walked to the door.
“Decide by dinner, please,” he said. “After that, we will see Steven.” And with that bombshell dropped, he left.
We looked at each other as we considered this momentous news. Our whole lives were about to be uprooted.
“I mean, we were just saying….” Charlie said. “But I would like to, you know, say goodbye to my fam.”
Fuck it. It wasn’t that hard a call. I had few real friends and those I mostly “saw” online. I had some stuff that mattered to me at home, but anyone rich enough to buy an island could probably swing packing and shipping of my few treasures. Didn’t have much of a life to begin with, and anyway my normal life had been uprooted since the day Charlie came back. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Still, the practical and suspicious side of me couldn’t quite trust Paolo. Something nagged at me, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
We didn’t dare go near the beach, but our needs got the better of us, and we literally spent half the afternoon fucking, with increasing intensity. Whenever we broke for air or a snack, I’d hop online and do a little research. What was really strange to me was suddenly realizing just how easy it would be to disappear. I mean, I had a few friends, but few of them really close friends. I could maintain those relationships over a distance, and in most cases already was doing just that. Charlie steadfastly refused to talk about his parental situation, so I dug a little—his mom had a social media account that mostly echoed bogus right-wing talking points and terrifying chain letter scare posts. Her last post had been a vague one about disappointment and lies from the ones you love, and then a bunch of shared memes about how liberal colleges destroy families. Ouch.
Still, I knew Charlie wanted some kind of closure. My own folks had passed away a few years back in a plane crash, and I didn’t really have much in the way of family to worry about, just a few cousins I saw rarely. He deserved a proper goodbye, even if they were estranged. So I suggested, and he agreed, that we opt for the less dramatic exit, and stay—just move here, work remotely or for the resort, and ….I guess ride this evolution thing out.
Reaching that decision wasn’t as hard as I’d feared, once our heads were cleared by our seventh round of sex that day.
Jesus, seven times, and it was only early evening. We were tireless. And dear god, still growing. I’d hit nine and a half inches by morning, and my little tattoo had a few more scales. Charlie? He hit 16 inches (and a bit), and his hard dick seemed to want to live in the little crevice of his ridiculous abs and bump the underside of his hefty pecs. But despite his muscularity—and my own growth of lean meat in all the right places over the last few weeks—we remained stupidly limber, and if anything our flexibility was increasing. We found all sorts of new positions and probably disturbed the other guests as we pleasured each other in various ways.
Dressing for dinner was a challenge. We made a half-hearted attempt to stuff Charlie into his largest pants, but he was so much larger, everywhere, that it was like he’d ordered from one of those Chinese websites where the XXXXL is an American Large.
My boyfriend had arrived on this island a little over 6 feet tall. He was now 6 full inches taller than that. And remarkably, his old trousers were about right for me, which meant I’d put on an inch or two. And needed a belt. For Charlie, we opted for the loose linen pants Paolo had brought, which fit Charlie like capris—not my favorite look for him. The caftan Paolo had brought was skin-tight around the shoulders and Charlie’s extra-long torso meant it fit more like a loose shirt around the waist, but at least it covered him. Again, Charlie’s cast-offs suited me, and I was surprised how nicely I filled out the pale blue polo shirt, and how my tan—how the hell had I managed a tan and not noticed?—set that color off.
“Dude, you are so unbelievably hot right now,” Charlie had whispered from across the room, as I bent to pick up a pair of flip flops. “You look like a fitness model fucked a porn star and made a really hot baby.”
I laughed. “A for effort, babe. But you…” I took him in. “You’re a fucking dream.”
He was. Tall, covered in striated and perfected long lean muscle, with a fair amount of bulk in all the sexy places. Somehow he’d managed to tire out his oversized fuckstick, but there was no way to hide it. His basket was indecently large and as he blushed at my compliment, the bulge moved and his massive dick flopped out into a baggy pants-leg. Damn near to his knee, soft. If I thought about it too much, my own improved dick would have something to say…
“Tuck yourself back in and let’s go,” I said, breezily. But really, I was full of trepidation.
The private dining room had a commanding view of the sea, and I noted that our host had arranged the seating to that we all had an open view of it. He’d sat us together, and as he’d poured the drinks for the first course, we’d held hands under the table, my hand the little spoon to Charlie’s oversized mitt. Paolo seemed so comfortable in the role of host that it was a bit of a shock when he sat down, and someone else served us.
“I managed a small restaurant to pay my way through school,” he explained.
“And this allowed you more direct observation, because nobody pays attention to wait staff and busboys. You’re invisible that way.”
“I confess that I enjoy the game, but as you say,” he replied breezily. “More importantly, it allowed me to see you in your relaxed state together. That is why I have approached you this way.”
He thoughtfully sliced off a piece of his steak and popped it into his mouth. “In fact, you remind me very much of Steven and myself. But with one key difference: Ben has the genetic signature that allows… this. And I, sadly, lack it..”
Charlie and I exchanged looks. You could see the sadness in Paolo’s eyes.
“You can go with your lover on this journey; I can only stay behind and wish others well.”
“But we don’t know what the journey is,” Charlie said. “This has a purpose, right? I mean, dude, it’s clear that there’s some end goal in mind….”
“That’s why we want to talk to Steven,” I finished.
“Ah, then you’ve made your decision?”
I frowned. “Surely you know the answer. I’m pretty sure you’ve had the capacity to monitor our internet—that’s childs play compared to what you’ve been dealing with.”
“I know only that you have researched a lot. I try not to snoop *too* much.” He finished his plate and pushed it away. “You must understand, I don’t wish to begin our work together with distrust. Knowing you took the offer seriously was all I needed to know. Building your trust is more important than satisfying any particular curiosity.”
He seemed sincere and I looked to Charlie for confirmation. “Then we accept, with a few conditions.”
“First, no more secrets. If we’re going to be part of this, we want in. Charlie may not look it but he has the science chops to grasp at least some of this. And me, I’m good at my job too. Data crunching is kind of my thing. So the deal is that we get fully briefed and find a way to help figure this out.”
Paolo nodded his understanding.
“Second, we need to meet Steven and talk to him—just us and him. No offense, but this is some freaky shit, and for all we know you’ve got him chained up for experiments. Until we confirm your story with him, nothing’s final.”
“And that’s basically it.”
“Your terms are acceptable. Well, to me, at least. Can I assume you don’t want a faked death? I hope so, it’s much less troublesome.”
Paolo frowned. “There are some challenges we haven’t yet figured out. It’s only fair to tell you that you may soon reach a stage in your evolution where it’s simply not practical for you to interact much with the mundane world.”
“As long as I have Ben, I’m good. But I do wonder what’s next. I mean, it’s getting freaky now.” Charlie asked.
“Ben will likely catch up soon,” Paolo said. “What’s underway appears to be a one-way trip.”
“To where?” I asked aloud.
Paolo said nothing for a moment, then stood. “Come along. I think it’s time for you to meet Steven.”
We followed our host to the back of the room where a nondescript door led to a small elevator, the controls for which were a touchscreen. It scanned Paolo’s palm and then he input some code, and then began to drop. Now, I’ve always had a pretty good head for that sort of thing, and I guessed we were going down more than the four stories indicated. My ears popped. Down we continued, at a guess some seventy feet or so. We were deep underground when the door opened and we stepped out into a dimly lit gallery, with a large thick windows. The lighting was quite subdued, and a salty tang was in the air. A large sunken pool stretched off to one side, while large comfortable-looking (and likely waterproof) furniture was scattered around the space. The ceiling was higher than most I’d seen.
“We’ve guests,” Paulo said, at normal volume.
Suddenly, something swam past the viewing window at high speed, and disappeared from sight. With a sudden splash, something—someone—emerged from the pool.
And thus, we saw Steven, or what he had evolved into. What we were likely to become.
He was both beautiful and terrifying. First, he was large—nearly half again as tall as me, which put him in the 8-9 foot range. Second, he was mostly human looking, with long, solid bulk for muscles, and strong, long limbs. No trace of hair below his head. His had a strong jaw and an elegant neck—and an absolutely beautiful face. Classic and almost boyishly handsome, with a strong nose and deep blue eyes. His hair was long and black, and hung loosely down until he flicked it back out of his view. Basically he looked like a gorgeous model or athlete, but scaled up in photoshop or something. His arms were the long, strong arms of a powerful swimmer, and his legs much the same, but the hands and feet were too large, and too webbed, to be taken for human anymore. And his cock…well, it was also too large to be remotely human. It hung, soft, down to just below his knee, which at his size meant it was probably almost 20 inches soft. His balls were of similar monstrous size. I could see, here and there from the front, the tendrils of a familiar and quite extensive tattoo, and nearly mistook the painted scales for actual shimmering scales.
It was hard to look elsewhere, and I became conscious of a scent, and found myself sniffing before I realized. Charlie put a large hand on mine and I gripped it, suddenly filled with need.
“Hi,” the huge man-thing said. “I’m Steven. Looks like you’re along for this ride now too.”
Well I’m here to tell you, getting buff and hung alongside your buff and hung boyfriend isn’t bad at all, even if you worry about where it’s headed. But being confronted with a giant-sized post-human sea monster named Steven, who represents your future form, is completely freak-out-inducing.
At least for me it was. For Charlie, well, he later told me that he suddenly saw where things were headed and felt okay with it, rather than fearful. But for me, I was literally gripping Charlie’s hand like a vise to keep my shit together.
“Oh, man, sorry. My pheromones are kind of working overtime, but you can get used to them. Sorry about the rudeness, but I’m going to need to deal with this” he said, gesturing at his own massive and inflating sex. “It just kind of comes with the package, so to speak, ha ha.” He sat gracefully and reclined against a wall, as his huge erection continue to stretch out and up.
“Honestly,” Paulo tutted. “I do apologize. But it’s best to let him finish when he’s like this.”
We said nothing, locked in mutual lust with this oversized sex beast in front of us. And for as much as my animal brain, or whatever was controlling my libido, was exploding with lust, I think Charlie had it worse as he was farther along. His own large tool rose. But even his nearly 18 inches was half as impressive as what Steven was currently tucking into his wide mouth. While Steven proceeded to fuck his own face, Paolo quickly shucked his loose-fitting garments and embraced his lover. Watching him try to help his huge lover self-fellate was ridiculously hot, especially since Paolo was in damned fine shape himself. But it was also clear that his lover had him utterly outmatched.
Judging by how strong Charlie had become and was continuing to become, my guess was that Steven could have snapped our buff host in half with just one massive hand.
Charlie and I lasted maybe thirty seconds before we were stripping to enjoy each other. Maybe it was the pheromones, or maybe just the scene, but it got me as horny as I’d ever been, and Charlie much the same. We attacked each other with gusto, pulled along by the contagious libido explosion ten feet away. Any thoughts of propriety were long gone.
And then, when all of us had blown spectacularly, Paolo still wheezing a bit after being his lover’s plaything, our host stood shakily and took a deep breath. The haze of lust cleared, and only the echo remained—but given how much sex Charlie and I had been having all day, I wasn’t sure whether I even had an off switch anymore.
As for Steven, he smiled and gently wiped himself off, then arranged himself so he wasn’t quite so far above eye level for us. God, every movement he made was a symphony of graceful intent, and a million small muscles popped out to cheer him on. The giant smiled, and his perfect teeth and dimples suddenly rendered him less terrifying.
“Now you know. Steven here is where you’re headed. He’s been stable for a little over two months now, and near as I can tell, he’s become whatever he was supposed to be.”