The bodyguards

by Alakazam1988

 Two already huge and beautiful brothers apply for a job guarding a man who might be able to help them get even bigger.

Added: Apr 2021 Updated: 8 May 2021 7,528 words 12,762 views 4.9 stars (23 votes)

“They’re here, boss.”

“Fine. Let them in.”

My two prospective bodyguards stepped into my dimly lit office.

I imagined the scene from their point of view. It must have been an incredible sight—the skyline of Paris spread out behind me, the last rays of sunlight just disappearing over the horizon.

They were perfect, just as I had imagined them. The two men wore marine blue suits that hugged every curve of their muscular bodies. Their hair was shaved close on the sides, a little longer on top. Even leaving aside the magnificence of their bodies, I was impressed by their faces alone. Both of them had a slight shadow of beard that further emphasized their sharp jawlines. The stubble was so black it looked darker than their actual hair color.

At a gesture from me, the two ex-bodybuilders removed their jackets and took their seats before my oversized desk. I took a second to bask in the attentive gazes of their blue eyes. I wondered if there ever had been a more beautiful set of twins. I took my time signing the last document on my table, keeping them guessing. They waited patiently, unmoving, like toy soldiers. I listened to their top buttons straining as they breathed in and out.

“You’re aware that this isn’t your standard bodyguard gig,” I finally said to them.

The twins nodded.

“Working for me is more than a job. It’s a calling, and it requires sacrifice. I need men I can rely on completely, every second of every day. I will need your help and I will need your protection. There are many out there who would love to see me dead and my work destroyed. If you accept my offer, you will be going all in. Do you understand?”

They nodded again, their chests swollen and proud.

“Also, there will be no secrets. As soon as you sign these papers, you will be part of my absolute innermost circle. There will be no one closer to me than you. When I give you an order, no matter what it is, you will be obligated to fulfill my wishes. Do you understand?”

Their pupils widened for a split second, but they did not hesitate. “Yes,” they rumbled with one voice.

“The salary, of course, is commensurate with the demands of the job. Once you’ve signed, you will be more than amply provided for. I know you both know who I am—you know my resources are unlimited, and you will have them fully at your disposal. As long as you’re working for me, anything you want is yours.”

The two bodyguards nodded slowly.

“Now. Before we sign, I’d like to see what it is I’m investing in.”

They were ready for this part, and didn’t need me to elaborate further. They exchanged a smirk and rose to their feet, slowly unbuttoning their too-tight shirts. Into view came perfectly two sets of sculptured, shaved pecs with rosé-colored nipples, 8-packs that might as well have been Photoshopped, with bright treasure trails pointing the way to their crotches. They both were blessed with swimmers’ shoulders and fat chest muscles, augmented by years of work at the gym. They had to peel their shirts off their arms to get them over their biceps and triceps. In a moment, I was taking in their pits, neatly trimmed but still dark with hair. Veins spread over their thick arms like rivers on a map. They were only in their late 20’s, their youth a stark contrast to their sheer size. They must have started lifting early.

I had never seen two bigger men in my life. But I wanted to see more, and it was in my power to ask for it.

“I want to see everything.”

One of them flashed me a perfect cocky smile. The other, watching his brother, nodded.

They undid their thick leather belts.

I inhaled as their thick thighs and underwear came into view. God himself must have supervised the creation of these men’s bodies. They both wore red boxer briefs that were stuffed to the limit. Two cotton-covered masses erupted over the top of their pants like expanding dough. It was clear that these boys were hung like horses.

“Huge everywhere,” I said approvingly.

I let them stand in front of me like that for a moment, with their bulges out, watching them smile. My mouth was watering. They were perfect.

It was time to sign the contracts. I watched as they squeezed everything back into their fancy outfits. If anything, their bulges looked even more enlarged going back in.

So they liked to show off. Even better.

I passed two pens across the table, and a moment later their signatures were bleeding into the paper.

“Welcome to the family,” I said.

I moved around my desk to shake their hands. My two new bodyguards looked much bigger up close. At 6 foot 5, they each had about half a foot on me.

“We’ll start in the morning,” I told them. “But as a sign of good faith, I’d like to grant you each one favor. Anything that’s in my power to give. And I warn you, this first phase of your employment will be challenging, so don’t hold back. What is it that you most desire?”

The two brothers exchanged a look. It almost felt like they were reading each other’s minds.

“We wanna get bigger,” one of them said.

“Yeah. Way bigger,” the other added.

My heart skipped a beat.

“There are training facilities located on the second floor of your housing—everything you need.”

“No, we mean big,” the first one said, stepping a little closer, arms crossed and swollen under his sleeves. “We saw your last bodyguard.”

“Fernando? Yes, he is massive. He’s, ah, quite the role model.”

“We want to be like him.”

“Bigger than him.”

“Yeah, huge. Bigger than anyone. So big that no one could ever mess with you.”

I wondered how they knew about Fernando, my former private assistant, later my bodyguard, who’d worked for me for over 23 years. Had they seen him in photographs? In the tabloids?

“So, am I correct in thinking…you want a bit of chemical assistance?”

Their eyes glowed.



“Well, fortunately for you both, I do have some connections to the military. I’ll make sure you benefit from a few of the projects I know they have going on.”

“Thank you, boss!”

They hugged me—both at once. I found myself suddenly suffocated by muscle mass, pressed into their straining shirts and the mountains of muscle underneath, their pecs almost bursting through the thin linen. They were a little clumsy, but I appreciated their gratitude. I had a feeling these two himbos and I were going to be a perfect match. I was suddenly conscious of the round bulge of the bodyguard behind me, pressing into my ass cheeks. I wondered how long it would be before I felt that sensation again.

After they left, I returned to my desk. Atop it, facing me where the bodybuilders wouldn’t have seen it, was an old photo of me and Fernando. I picked it up and raised it to the light of the chandelier.

“Did you hear that? I didn’t even have to persuade these two to take the drugs. They asked for them. They want to get big in order to serve me better? I can help them with that. More than they think.”

My finger touched the glass covering the photo. It showed me and my former bodyguard—a seven-foot mountain of muscle, so thick and broad he was almost immobile, totally unrecognizable as the man he’d once been.

Just the right size.
Of course, I’d known most of what there was to know about them before they ever set foot in my office. It had taken my research team less than twenty minutes to discover everything there was to find online—and there was lots of material. When the team sent me their findings, I had a very enjoyable deep dive that lasted most of the night.

The first photos of them were from their senior year of high school. They were beardless then, but already built like athletes, holding aloft a trophy, surrounded by the rest of their swim team. They were big back then, for sure, but nothing extraordinary—just average jocks like you might see on any campus.

In college, they’d continued to swim competitively, and their shoulders had widened by inches with every passing year. They ought to have stopped growing years before, but somehow their swimming trunks continued to bulge more with every passing month. And in the photos from each swim meet, they seemed to be manlier, more thickly muscled, than they’d been at the one before. They were already the biggest on the team by sophomore year, and by graduation they made everyone else look like twigs.

After college they went to work for a few months, helping their dad out at the junkyard he owned, leading to even more muscle growth and a lot of sweaty candid photos—they both had Instagram by this point, and around now was the start of their actual online presence. They both went through a moustache phase (strong Henry Cavill vibes), and moved back to Paris the following fall.

It was after that that they started to get more serious about bodybuilding. They started a Youtube channel (Stallion—not very subtle, but not inaccurate either) where they posted training vids every single day. It was all about getting big, eating right, and lifting heavy. They seemed to have an incredible work ethic. Their swimmer’s builds were long gone by this point—when they posted a throwback photo shoot a few years later, it looked like they’d doubled in size since their college years.

It didn’t take them long to figure out what their followers liked. The brothers became thirst trap experts, and their clothing dwindled as their follower count multiplied. Their posing routines at the end of their clips were sweaty, swaggering, outrageously self-confident. They were nearly always shirtless by then, and they couldn’t seem to get through a video without openly commenting on each other’s bodies, sometimes in obscene ways.

“Look at these sick veins, bro!” (Closeup on a muscular flexed arm. A hand comes into frame to grip the cannonball-sized bicep. The camera lingers a little too long on his hairy armpit.) “You like that, don’t you?” (The brother onscreen flips off the camera with a perfect, toothy smile.)

“Damn, bro. Look at this dump truck!” (A hand with outstretched fingers tries to grab one of his brother’s enormous glutes. But he can’t quite get a grip—the amount of muscle mass is too big for one hand. The shorts are off, only a thin pair of underwear keeping their skin from touching. The owner of the ass starts laughing. Zoom in on the jiggling cake.)

One time one of them spent almost five minutes just admiring his brother’s impressive chest gains. Eventually, feeling up his pecs, he tried to pinch his brother’s nipples. His brother batted his hand away and laughed. But there was a glimmer in his eye that drove me crazy.

In later videos, the horseplay started to move farther south.

(Another video: one of the brothers presents his titanic quads to the camera. The cameraman uses his big hand to push his brother’s humongous bulge out of the way. “Get your fat cock out of frame. We’re here to see the gains!” Pan up to the brother’s cheeky grin: “What if I gained some mass there, too?” Pan back down to his shorts where he’s suddenly squeezing his meat through the thin silky fabric. The head of his cock is perfectly visible, almost the size of a peach.)

There are videos of them skipping rope in slow motion, bulges flopping, of them arm wrestling each other, eating too much after a workout, cramming each other with protein shakes, trying on posing straps for the first time—one of their most-viewed videos—wrestling each other, pushing their stuffed bulges into each other’s faces for “revenge”…and that’s only about 10% of the content.

What really caught my attention was the first video where they mention pumping their dicks. It’s only a quick aside in a training video, and probably flew under the radar for most people, or read as a joke. But there was no mistaking the excitement in their eyes when it came up.

“I mean, muscles aren’t the only thing we’re pumping bigger around here.”

“Yeah, our dicks too, obviously! Hahaha!”

His laugh was loud and coarse. With his hand he cupped his crotch with his big hands, showing the camera the mass swelling beneath the fabric.

The second brother’s face was suddenly very close to the camera. “Bigger is always better,” he intoned.

Then they cut away and their workout continued as though nothing had happened. The only tell was that one of them was still half-erect from the pumping conversation. I could see him hiding the bulge behind weights and machines.

Once they had a few hundred thousand followers, the next step was Onlyfans. Their viewers had been hounding them to make one for years.

I wonder how long it took them to accept this fate; to become what they had, in some sense, always been training to be. They were giving in to their followers, but I think to a certain extent they were also giving in to something in themselves. I was certain that these two had grown up totally without bodily shame, with no fear of being naked in front of each other or anyone else—their videos made that obvious. But starting an Onlyfans together was definitely taking things to the next level.

My eyebrows went up when I saw the price. Forty bucks a month—it was clear they knew their worth.

The first video they ever did is still pinned to the top of the account. It’s titled The Stallions Revealed, followed by a few suggestive emoji.

It starts out as a regular training vid, like any of the ones they’d been making for years, but halfway through things start to escalate rapidly. One of them is flexing, and the other starts touching him in ways that go beyond anything they ever did on YouTube. He kneads his brother’s thick chest, then pinches his nipples hard. This time, his brother does not bat his hand away—instead he moans loudly, embracing it. The fingers wander down his abs and slip inside his brother’s waistband. The camera pans upward to a steep angle shot of his face; it’s almost fully blocked by his massive pecs.

“Go on,” he whispers, winking. “Let ‘em see.”

Obediently panning back down, the camera brother’s meaty paw slowly pulls down the shorts to reveal neatly trimmed hair, followed by a tremendous soft mass of cock. Normally every part of their bodies is hard as stone, trained and buffed and burnished to perfection. This shot gives us a first taste of something completely different.

I remember how my mouth started to water seeing them naked for the first time.

The penis now coming into view is massively fat. Even soft, they are packing heavy artillery. The base of the cock is as thick as the wrist of the big hand pulling down the waistband. Wide blue veins connect the cock to his Adonis belt. More and more cock is still coming into view. Finally his brother has to comment.

“Fuck, this thing is massive. Look at it!”

The brother behind the camera grabs the base and squeezes it, making its owner groan loudly. “Stop it! Get the rest out. These shorts are tight as fuck.”

One more yank: the shorts fall to the floor and the cock is finally free. It truly looks like it belongs on a horse and not a man. His brother holds his forearm up next to it.

“That’s 10 and a half inches of stallion cock for you. Wait, I wanna show mine!”

There is some fumbling as he juggles the camera, and then he reveals himself. Not to be outdone by his brother, he takes his shirt off as well as his shorts, his pecs flexing up and down happily.

They drop the camera on a lifting bench and arrange themselves right in front of it, thigh against thigh. Their cocks hung free and heavy, almost a mirror image of each other—that’s how similar they are.

They start flexing, as though this is their involuntary reaction to the presence of the camera. Their hefty manhoods start to stretch in length.

“Flexing always gets me hard.”


One of the brothers turns sideways, loudly whacking his brother in the leg with his cock.

“Haha! Be careful with that thing!”

“Look who’s talking.”

The recipient of the blow is getting hard rapidly now. His foreskin pulls back fully, revealing a bloated, mushroom-shaped cock head. He seems to be a shower and a grower—getting hard makes his cock even bigger than it already was.

“Look at that beast,” the other says, picking up the camera for a close-up. We get a glimpse of his own cock as he shifts the camera, revealing that he is equally rigid.

In the last seconds of the clip, they hold both dicks right next to each other for the camera, seeing who is bigger. Their hands, huge in every other context, seem very small all of a sudden.

“You wanna know how big these can grow?”

“‘Cause we’re gonna find out!”

Now that I’d seen them in person, I realized that in the years since that early video, they had grown a lot, and not just in muscle—in cock size as well. I could hardly contain my lust for the two of them: it blew my mind, how perfect they were. They wanted to grow, and I was going to be the one to make their dreams come true.

I returned to my desk and started up a cam app. By now, my bodyguards would have arrived in their new home, a penthouse loft I’d set up for them, lovingly filled with HD cameras and microphones.

As long as they worked for me, they would live on the 28th floor of my apartment building. They had the whole floor to themselves. There were three bathrooms, several bedrooms, a large, fully-stocked kitchen, a gym, a sauna, and even a pool. Everything you would need after a hard day’s work.

After they arrived, the brothers dropped their bags and immediately took off their jackets and shirts.

“I have to get out of these.”

“It’s fucking hot in here.”

I checked the temperature I’d set for them and smiled.

Their pecs were finally free again. God, they were so fucking big already!

The two brothers gave themselves their first tour of the apartment, their excitement building with every room they saw.

“Damn, this place is even bigger than I thought!”

“Fuck, look at this gym! We’re gonna get so fucking big here, I can already tell.”

“Hey. Did you see this?”

One of them had found a chest in the middle of the home gym—three drawers filled with hundreds of clearly labeled syringes, pills, and bottles.

“Holy fuck, this is the holy grail of juicing. They thought of everything!”

His brother is bewildered. “This stash has got to be worth a hundred thousand dollars.”

“We’re gonna blow up in no time, bro.”

“Bigger than anyone on the fucking planet. We promised the boss.”

“Damn, look at this.”

I watched as one of them reached deep into the little pharmacy and pulled out a tube.

“What is it?”

His brother gave him a broad smile.

“Penis enlargement cream!”

“Is that real? I don’t think there’s even anything like that on the market,” his brother says doubtfully.

“We’re trying it. Pull your fucking pants down.”

It was a big contrast to the Onlyfans videos. I couldn’t believe how much larger their cocks had gotten. Since their last video they must have really stepped up their pills-and-pumping regimen. Their underwear was absolutely begging for mercy.

Hanging between their voluptuous thighs were two 14-inch soft cocks that looked as thick as wine bottles. They had definitely surpassed stallion status now! I had never seen two bigger cocks in my life. I could feel my fascination with these men growing. I couldn’t believe they wanted to be bigger still.

The one with the tube went to work. He squeezed a big blob of cream into his hand and proceeded to cover his own meat with a thick layer, then he did the same for his brother. The tube, which would have lasted an average man a month, was empty within five minutes. As their skin absorbed the cream, their dicks started to look slightly red…and maybe even a little swollen.

“This shit tingles. I feel like I just took a hormone bath.”

“Me too, bro. The new boss is gonna be so impressed when he sees us tomorrow. A big kahuna like that needs prime beef working for him. We’ve got to keep getting bigger for him.”

“You saw his face, right? I know he liked what he was seeing.”

“Of course he did. Who could resist these?” his brother said, flexing his enormous cannonball biceps.

“Damn right.”

“Look, there’s another tube in here. Let’s do another one and then start pumping. We’ll surprise him tomorrow.”

“Fuck yeah, let’s do it!”

I had opened my pants and freed my own cock. As they moved from camera to camera, I watched them for hours. When I finally came, I was only thinking one thing.

This will be even easier than I expected. Grow, my little muscle heads! Grow!

After lunch the next day, my helicopter touched down in the marina where my yacht was waiting. In theory, there was room for five passengers on the plane, but the machine seemed to be struggling a little bit under the weight of just me and my new bodyguards.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off of them. They looked bigger already.

They wore black suits I’d had custom-tailored to their measurements. Each garment was fitted to the millimeter and snug in all the right places, just how I liked it. But even I had to admit that the fit looked a little too snug between their legs. Who would have guessed how much meat these guys would pack on before they even started the job?

They looked uncomfortable. They couldn’t make it through the half-hour flight without rearranging their packages every couple minutes. Their massive arms awkwardly collided with each other every time they moved.

Still growing, huh?

Their beards looked darker today too. Damn, how much stuff had they taken?

A minute before we landed in the harbor, the brother sitting on the left couldn’t hold back anymore. His cock was getting rock-hard at record speed and it took most of his arms and hands to lean over and conceal it—and even then it was perfectly obvious. The fat snake swelled further and further down the inside of his already-tight pant leg, the outline of his cockhead becoming more distinct with every inch it grew. He was almost panting by the time we landed, but he made a valiant effort to keep up a professional façade.

I watched this little dance with a placid smile, letting them both see I wasn’t surprised.

“I know you’re big boys. Don’t worry,” I said, nodding at his raging hard-on. “It happens to everyone. Some of us just have a harder time hiding it. Keep it PG in front of the clients, but when it’s just us, don’t bother. When you’ve got it, flaunt it—that’s what I’m paying you for. I like to see what kind of return I’m getting on my investment.”

“All right, boss.”

“You got it, boss.”

The helicopter landed, and I was escorted to my yacht at the far end of the pier. The bodyguard with the hard-on was giving some trouble walking, given the tightness of his suit. I loved that it was day one and they were already fighting against their clothes.

The captain met us on board and we left for La Rochelle immediately.

What followed were three busy days of onboard wheeling and dealing: nonstop meetings, secret handshakes, and multimillion-dollar contracts. My guests were the biggest manufacturers of high-end silk on the west coast of France—whoever owned them basically owned high fashion in Paris for the upcoming season. I would be the one dictating the prices of every bolt of cloth.

At the end of three days, I was totally burned out, and I was happy to get back to the harbor at La Rochelle. My new bodyguards had done their job well. They flanked me during negotiations, making sure no one crossed me and intimidating my adversaries into giving me better deals. At night, while I slept, they hit up the gym, trading off so that one of them could always be in the room next to mine.

We used the days afterwards to make our way south to warmer waters where we dropped anchor half a mile away from the coast. I sent everyone except for my bodyguards ashore so we had the yacht to ourselves for 48 hours.

“You guys can relax now, too. There’s no one else around. Better get out of those heavy suits before you melt.”

“Suits are all we have, boss.”

I smiled. “Check the changing room on the lido deck. There are bathing suits in your size.”

I waited for them in my deck chair, drink in hand, while they changed. I couldn’t get my mind off their recent gains. Their elegant suit jackets were looking tighter on them every single day—they were growing faster than I could have anticipated. I would have to have a doctor keep an eye on them, I thought, to make sure they weren’t injecting too much.

Before I could make the call to my personal physician, the brothers came up from below decks.

I pulled my sunglasses down. “Holy fuck.”

The two monumental men had not selected swimsuits in their own size. They wore the most ridiculous things in my whole collection: slim-fit black thongs that would have fit almost anyone else but them. The flimsy fabric was entirely overwhelmed by the flesh of their bulges. It was erupting from every side at once. Their bushes, the base of their horse cocks, both balls—all of them were partially visible. The fabric can’t have been comfortable, pulling so hard against their bulges and their masses of lower body muscle, but it looked like they enjoyed the kinky tightness of it.

When they got close I could actually hear the Speedos begging for mercy as they walked. Nothing was bouncing around. The fabric was designed to stretch to conform to their bodies, but it was just out of capacity. The bulges looked even bigger up close—if the goods hadn’t been already on display I would have thought they were trying to smuggle footballs in there.

“Thanks for the suits, boss.”

I put my sunglasses back on.

“I have to find you guys something bigger. Something that actually can accommodate a real man.”

“We actually like them a lot,” one of them grinned. He turned to show me his glutes, which had completely devoured the strings of his Speedo. His ass cheeks looked like they were made of marble. Apparently I had two Greek gods working for me.

“Ready to tan?” one of the brothers asked the other.

“Born ready.”

They grabbed the muscle oil from the table, and emptied most of the bottle before they’d gotten done with their chests. Soon, they had begun massaging each other’s bodies in big, slow passes. I wasn’t sure if they’d forgotten I was there, only a few meters away, or if this was a private performance just for me.

“It’s been only two days, but you’ve already made some decent gains, bro. Look at your tits,” one of them whispered.

He grabbed his brother’s pecs and began a deep tissue massage. The brother bit his lower lip. “Be careful. The boss.”

Both their gazes wandered downward where their cocks were waking up. Veins appeared on the now-transparent fabric, and their monstrous penises swelled even bigger—even their balls looked suddenly fatter.

“Maybe a cool-down in the ocean?” I suggested aloud, before their Speedos could explode.

I had to repeat myself twice before they stopped teasing and wrestling each other on my deck—getting oil everywhere, shoving their football-sized packages into each other’s faces. When they finally heard me, they nodded eagerly and leapt off the deck straight into the ocean.


“Fuck! It’s colder than I expected.”

“I lost my Speedo!”

“Mine ripped apart, haha!”

Twenty minutes later, I greeted them at the stern of the yacht with oversized towels, eager to see how they would handle the moment without their swimwear.

Their thick arms gripped the ladder at the water line, and they heaved themselves aboard. Their shoulders were pumped from the swim, the oil still glistening on their sun-kissed skin. Their cocks, now totally unencumbered, lay thick against their tree-trunk thighs. They tried to turn sideways to conceal their size from me, but it was impossible. They had gotten too big for that.

I did not say “wow!” or “Jesus Christ,” or “holy shit!” but it took tremendous focus not to. The sight was unbelievable. Their massive uncut appendages had grown another inch just from the stimulation of toweling down in the warm afternoon air.

“You guys are nuts,” I said, careful to keep my tone nonchalant. “Haven’t seen too many dicks bigger than yours. A few more inches and there won’t be anyone left in the world carrying more meat than you two.”

“Oh, we definitely wanna get bigger than this, boss.”

“Yeah, how much bigger do you need us, boss?” one of them said, daring me with his beautiful eyes.

I stepped closer. “As big as possible, always.” Their horse cocks were down to their knees now—down to my knees! “How big are you guys these days?”

They flexed their cocks for me, making them instantly even bigger and veinier. The two of them were almost too big to qualify as “stallions” now.

“We…don’t know exactly, boss. This has all been happening pretty fast.”

Leaning forward, I touched their massive logs for the first time—one in each hand. They were still wet from their swim, but glowing with an internal heat already. Their weight and heft surprised me—it was like holding two big soft soda bottles. I closed my fingers as far as I could around their cocks, and they both started to moan at the same time.

“Yeah, you both definitely need to be bigger,” I said. “I have industry contacts who work with guys twice your size.” I was lying, but their faces were dead serious.

“We will grow bigger, boss.”

“We promise.”

“Great. Come with me. I have a surprise for you two.”

I could hear my naked bodyguards’ cocks smacking rhythmically against their thighs as they followed me into my stateroom. I stopped in front of a glass refrigerator.

“One of my pharmaceutical contacts recently gifted me with something I think will interest you.”

I pulled out two large syringes that were slowly churning with a viscous, clear liquid.

“This isn’t on the market, and never will be. It’s the most potent human growth hormone ever synthesized. Anything else you’ve ever injected would pale in comparison. This is what you might give someone if you were looking to recreate the Hulk in real life.”

The two giants in front of me licked their lips. I could see them beginning to imagine themselves at heretofore inconceivable sizes. They both were starting to get hard just looking at the doses in my open palm. I watched as their balls pulled upward toward their titanic cocks.

“Before you decide anything, I have to warn you: there is no antidote to these drugs, and there will be no mitigating the effects once they’ve started to kick in. Once it gets into your body, that’s it. You’re going to grow as big as modern science knows how to make you. And of course, there are side effects. One of the better-documented ones is extreme satyriasis—although increased sexual desire shouldn’t be a problem for you two, based on what I’ve seen of you online.”

The brothers exchanged glances and blushed.

“…But there’s also the problem of extreme hyperspermia. Your balls will get bigger, and you’re going to have to empty them several times a day. You’d better keep on top of that, because I don’t need you two cumming all over my desk when I’m in talks with a client. Understood?”

I took another look at their nuts. They were already each carrying around a pair of full-sized lemons. It was hard to imagine what they would look like if they got even bigger.

“There’s more,” I continued. One of the less common side effects is severe galactorrhea—lactation, to use the more common term.”

For the first time, they looked puzzled. Their erect, veiny monsters seemed to be gazing at me, too. They both were hard as steel now as they arched up toward me, twin drops of pre forming at the tip of both their cockheads.

Idly fingering his own hard 15-incher, one of the brothers said, “Lactation? You mean, like…” he reached up to squeeze his own nipple.

“Exactly so. It’s not unheard of. You’ve probably heard of bodybuilders whose pecs started to produce muscle milk after they juiced too much.”

The other brother, impatient, cut to the chase. “So will it make our pecs bigger?”

“Much bigger. You may have realized by now, things only go in one direction with me, and that’s bigger. One potential difficulty is that it may increase your sensitivity in that area, which could further drive up your libido and the frequency of your need to come. But, again, if that’s not an issue, I can assure you that you’ll grow faster than—”

“Just give us the injection, boss.”

“Yeah! Right here, right now! We want to grow for you!”

“Make us enormous!”

“We don’t care about the side effects.”

I couldn’t hide the devilish grin on my face.

“All right, boys. I guess you know what I like to hear.”

I got down on my knees and heaved their cocks onto my shoulders, one on each side.

“You’ll be interested to know this stuff isn’t administered into your glutes. The ideal injection site is somewhere else.”

I grabbed the set of balls dangling to my left and injected the first dose right into his testicle. He groaned but didn’t flinch or pull away. I turned and repeated the process with his brother. Then I grabbed the base of both their cocks, one in each hand, and gave them both a good rub.

“I can’t wait to see how this turns out, gentlemen. It looks like I’ll soon have the biggest bodyguards in the world. I know with all the extra size you’re going to keep me very safe indeed.”

“Thank you, boss! And…uhh, please don’t stop doing that.”

“Yeah, your hand feels amazing. I…oh shit, sorry!”

One of the brothers started when he realized that his cock had already soaked my shirt in precum. They had both started ejecting little streams of it nearly as soon as I’d started rubbing them.

“No need to worry, big guy. I like to keep my employees happy. And you both seem very satisfied right now.”

Their eyes were closed, their heads tilted back, groaning, “Fuck, yeah…”

Their cocks were still lying on my shoulders, like I was wielding two bazookas. I started moving my hands up and down their entire lengths.

“Oh, boss! You’d better stop before…”




They both started shooting at the same time. I grabbed onto their massive muscle thighs for dear life as shot after shot splashed against the wall of my stateroom.

A moment later, the intensity of their moans wasn’t subsiding at all, even after 15 seconds of continuous orgasm. They just kept shooting, their hips still thrusting back and forth, catapulting still more cum over my shoulder. The heads of their cocks were flaring bigger with every spurt.

When it was over they collapsed straight to the ground, gasping for breath and covered in sweat.

“Boss…that was amazing.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll guess we have to do this more often now,” I said.

The only answer I got was their dazed smiles. Lying on their backs, their cocks were still shooting small streams of white goo up their wide torsos. It would be another ten minutes before they were fully themselves again, ready for another swim in the ocean.

A week later, I was going through a stack of documents in my downtown office when I heard the elevator chime.

I smiled as I pushed the last sheets of paper into a drawer and waited for my bodyguards’ arrival. I hoped their trip to the tailor had been successful. In the last seven days, my bodyguards had made incredible progress. I enjoyed following every step of it on the monitor in my office.

After our return to the city, the two had immediately stripped down and taken each other’s measurements, like two crazy teenagers. Fully naked, they flexed in front of each other, lovingly documenting every measurement to the sixteenth of an inch. The whole time, they remained in continuous full-body contact, until their dicks got caught on each other between their massive torsos and began to slick everything up with precum. A few minutes later, the geysers started blasting.

On the monitors, I began to observe them leaving their posts outside my office a few times a day for a little toilet break. Sometimes they even went together, getting someone else to cover for them so they could hurry to the bathroom and free their rigid cocks in front of each other. Their anacondas were always fully hard and ready to go—the only difference was that every time they pulled them out, they were very slightly longer. Sometimes they flexed in front of the mirrors, and the sight of that alone was enough to make them cum. If they were flexing for each other, just one pose was enough to get them blasting their loads onto each other’s chests.

I hadn’t liked losing them for the afternoon, but the visit to the tailor had been made necessary by their increasing size. Every time they escorted me somewhere, their already closely-fitted suits were snugger than before. The buttons around their chests, in particular, were a big problem. They had started giving way only three days after the injection.

Their necks, meanwhile, were becoming as thick as tree trunks, erupting out of their shrinking suit collars like redwoods. Their biceps were mere hours away from shredding their thin sleeves, and their pants were taxed to the limit with the effort of holding back their tremendous asses. Watching their swelling glutes made me hard all the time now—the rear seam of their pants was straining so hard against their cheeks now that the whole outfit looked painted on.

As incredible as their development was, the grand prize in terms of problems for the tailor had to go to the flies of their pants, which were holding back the most new weight. Their bulges were looking enormous these days, to the point where my other employees couldn’t help doing a double-take when they walked by. I actually didn’t think their cocks had grown too much in the last few days (despite the growth cream I could see them continuing to slather on their massive hard-ons), but their balls had at least doubled in size, which made it seem as if they’d each gained half a foot in length.

The elevator pinged, and the two bodyguards poured out of the small cabin like an avalanche until they got stuck trying to leave the elevator at the same time. Their pecs, bulges, and thighs all collided with each other, fighting for the limited doorway space. It was a dramatic entrance.

They looked terrific! My tailor had outdone himself. Even though they had more room in their suits now and the new fabric had more stretch in it, having suits two sizes larger made them look even bigger and more muscular than before.

I couldn’t get enough of their expressive eyes and wide, muscular faces. Every muscle group in their body was growing like crazy, even their jaws.

Their new collars were actually wide enough for their bull necks. At my request, the tailor had changed the cut of their shirts, giving them a deep V-cut so that their thick, hairy cleavage could be on display all the time. They would be able to flex and stretch without difficulty now, especially with the extra-generous pouches now gracing the space between their massive thunder thighs. It looked like they were trying to smuggle puppies into my office.

I stood up to greet them, and they turned to show off their outfits.

“What do you say, boss?”

“Say you like them.”

“You both look phenomenal.”

I went up to them to put a flat hand on each of their over-generous packages, rubbing them a little.

“He’d better have started already on the next set. I’m hoping these will be too small too in a few days.”

They smiled cockily.

“He said he’ll send us another set anytime we want. We just have to drop him our new measurements and even bigger suits will be on the way.”

“Excellent. I want my staff to be immaculately attired at any size.”

I turned my computer off.

“What would you boys say to a little adventure? I haven’t eaten much today. Let’s go out. My treat.”

“Anything you want, boss,” one of them said, already rubbing his belly.

“Yeah. I could eat a horse.”

“Wonderful. I know an excellent sushi place uptown. All you can eat.”

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