The Enhancements & Enchantments Bureau

by Quiet94

Little is known about the Enhancements & Enchantments Bureau, the department that specialises in granting those it deems worthy with exceptional boons. One incredibly kind man with an unfortunately small manhood is the latest candidate to be chosen by the bureau.

I was being one of those guys, I wanted even more for myself when I already had so much. I should just be happy and accept my lot in life, I sighed, sinking into my bus seat, I stared out the window. It was Friday and it had been a long week, so maybe I was just a bit cranky and felt sorry for myself.

But really though, I have so much other men would kill for, I was 6’3, a good head of thick, chestnut hair, hairy chest, a delightful happy trail, and a good dusting of hair on my legs. I found my body hair kind of just looked after itself, it always seemed to look just right. I absentmindedly flexed my pecs, feeling them tense up and push against my coat slightly.

I was conventionally attractive, with a pristinely groomed short beard and ocean blue eyes. I had a great body with good genetics, which made it easy for me to build a body so many craved. At a steady 210 pounds, 19-inch arms, 28-inch thighs, pillowy pecs, and an ass to die for, I had a lot going for me!

There was just one—embarrassingly—small problem. My dick.

It was disappointingly and disproportionately small, at 3 inches erect, and barely 3.5 inches around, it barely made its way up half of my fist, nevermind reaching the prostates of any guy I’d convinced to give me a chance in the bedroom—topping was usually out of the question, that’s if I could even keep them in bed once they saw my laughable manhood. I had a couple of walkouts in my late teens and early twenties, in all honesty, I wasn’t sure which was smaller of the two, my cock, or my confidence.

“I can’t believe you’re still single after all this time,” my friends would often say... Yeah, wonder why that is... All the years of work I’d done to improve myself, but deep down, it just didn’t matter, no one really wanted me once they saw how little I had to offer them when it came to sex. “But you could bottom!” Yeah, I could, but it’s never really done it for me, maybe it’s just the sexual partners I’ve had, but I’ve never really enjoyed sex. The couple of times I did get to top, they felt more like a pity fuck. And both times, the guys blocked me right after they left—I’m guessing it was as good for them as it was for me...so, not good at all. During my mid-20s I kind of just stopped trying to date and hook up, it felt too difficult and embarrassing. Maybe I’d never find my person, but the older I got, the less heartbreaking it seemed. Now I’d turned 30, I’d all but convinced myself I’d be single forever, all thanks to my very, very little guy.

Just a few more inches. That wouldn’t be too much to ask would it?

I scolded myself for thinking so selfishly, I pulled myself out of my stupor, looked at my arm and gave it a little flex, life was good, I shouldn’t need to remind myself so often! Ahh even better, my stop was coming up, the morning commute was almost over. I Noticed an elderly lady was struggling with her shopping bags, so I offered to help her. She smiled warmly at me and asked if it would be okay if I carried her bags home, she was only a short walk away. I obliged, happy to help brighten her day and make things a bit easier for her. I’d always believed that in a world where you can be anything, be kind, and if anyone truly terrible came along—just kill them! (With kindness, obviously.)

I waved goodbye to the elderly lady and I briskly walked towards my office building. My job was, fine, an office job that was nothing to write home about, I could tell you about it, but that’s not really why you’re here, is it?

I put my all into my work, and had earned a respectable living as a result. There were some good perks too—the recently renovated onsite gym for one, which was actually decent and had everything I needed to maintain my build, it was more than enough to keep me around all these years. Management had joked that maybe they should keep investing in our gym rather than in our systems and tech, and then charge customers to join...yeah, I didn’t really think it was funny either, but in the interest of being kind, and I guess a bit of a bootlicker, I did let out a little chuckle.

I usually used the gym every workday, it would be leg day this evening, unironically a favourite of mine. The morning went by without much of note, well except for Stacy. My desk neighbour had started to confide in me about her husband and home life, which was fine, she’s quite shy so her opening up is a big deal, I think she just needed someone who would listen, which I was more than happy to do. Essentially it all boiled down to a lack of communication, particularly in the bedroom. I suggested that she try to talk to her husband and go from there, it seemed to help.

Then lunch came, and with it, Dale. The office prick. He knew how to rub everyone up the wrong way, myself included. I loved to be kind, but Dale made it impossible. I found the kindest thing I could do with him was to just keep well enough away and limit my interactions with him, but even that was a challenge, it always seemed like he was around exactly the same time as me.

Unfortunately, that included the gym, so I saw a lot more of him than I would intend to. Even more unfortunate, he was really fucking hot, 6’5, 240 pounds, and with a massive dong, easily 8 inches soft, and if reports are to be believed—a grower, not just a shower.

To my utter dismay, he’d seen my far less than stellar endowment a few months back, he’d always commented that he was the bigger man, but since he’d seen every part of me, he took every opportunity whenever we were alone to torment me over my size, how I was smaller than him in every conceivable way, how much better than me he was. How, even if I could catch up in the gym, I’d never be taller and I’d never be able to grow what mattered most.

The words he said when he first saw my ‘teeny weenie’ still haunted me. “Ohhh, it all makes sense now! No wonder you’re always so kind to people, gotta please everyone outside the bedroom since you can’t lure anyone in with such a disappointing bitch dick like that!” I had pretty thick skin but that one got to me instantly, if I weren’t already beet red from my workout he would have seen how embarrassed I was...so silver linings, I guess?

“Oh hey shortass, how’d your morning go?” he asked, which snapped me back to the present as he brushed past me to get to the fridge, being sure to lightly graze his bulge against me as he did so. I wasn’t sure exactly if it was an attempt at flirting, some sort of humiliation or exhibition kink, or if he was just being an obnoxious bully.

“Oh, hey, fine. You?” I replied, trying to be as neutral as possible to avoid having to converse with him too much. Ping!—oh thank god, I retrieved my pre-prepared chicken, broccoli and rice from the microwave.

“Yeah it’s been an awesome morning, forgot to put on underwear because I woke up late, Margaret from accounting didn’t know where to look during our morning meeting! You know how it is...oh, haaa, actually I guess you don’t!” he jibed as I walked away.

“Very good Dale, I’ll catch you later.” I rolled my eyes as I left the shared office kitchen. Today was clearly a day to eat at my desk. I should have planned better to avoid Dale’s lunch hour, though it normally seemed to be whenever mine was anyway.

“Oh, okay bro, see you and your dicklet later at our gym, yeah?” he taunted after me, absently rubbing his huge bulge.

What a prick. I had to wonder, would I be that much of an asshat if I had that amount of dick? I’d tried so hard with him at first to be kind, but it was fruitless. I knew he was into fitness, so one morning I brought in two homemade protein smoothies, he took one sip and spat it in my face, he said it was “the most rank thing he’d ever tasted.” I didn’t know him well at the time, but his reaction told me all I needed to know, I’d made conscious efforts to avoid him ever since.

Many people in the office didn’t quite understand why I never reacted to Dale, they claimed I was ‘big enough’ to take him on if he tried anything. But my retort was always the same: what would the point in any of that be? I’d never been in a fight with anyone, and I wasn’t going to change that now. Besides, I’d likely just end up being fired, and I’d grown to love my role and the convenience of the office gym.

The rest of the day blurred by, I had a big project to sink my teeth into, the third one this year, I was kind of hoping it would go to someone else, but the managing director made it clear I was the man for the job, no one can do what I do, yadda yadda yadda.

So 5 p.m. came before I knew it. Finally, time to get my squats in, yes! I’d been looking forward to this all day, I didn’t just exercise to look good, it was my way of blowing off steam, particularly after intense days at the office.

Gleefully, and with haste, I made my way to the locker room. I wanted to be in and out before Dale had a chance to see me there.

Unfortunately, he was already there. Today was definitely out of the ordinary for Dale and his antics though, I went into my usual stall I’d commandeered a couple of months ago to shield myself from any onlookers, only to find Dale, completely naked...and hard as a rock.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him, everything was just, perfect. His thick frame was packed with muscle, as I slowly peered down, taking in all the wonderful sights of his amazing body, his enormous shoulders, bulging biceps, his pecs! It took everything I had not to slide my face into his cleavage. His immaculate abs and wasp-like waist made him look even more powerful.

My eyes drifted further down... and there it was, his fabled prick, on full display in all its glory, framed by his tree trunk thighs and imposing, protruding balls. After obsessing for so many years over the size of my embarrassment, I knew just from looking, this was easily 10 inches. 10 extremely, aesthetically pleasing, mouthwatering inches of pure masculinity. It was seriously thick, too. It almost explained why he was such an ass all the time, too much blood required for his dick, not enough to reliably power his brain.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, him just staring at me coldly, me ogling him, unable to move, almost forgetting to breathe...but then things just got...odd. He broke the uneasy silence.

“Today, I thought I’d show you what a real man looks like, that’s the real reason I didn’t wear underwear, I wanted you to see me and think about my massive dick all day, it was all for you. You’re always staring, so I thought, ‘I’ll give you something to stare at’. But, honestly, lunch wasn’t enough, I could see you looking, I knew you felt my fucking huge soft cock as I brushed past you, but I knew I could do more, I thought, what other way could I get his attention? And of course, your shitty little locker-room-hidey-hole came to mind!” As he said this, he banged his fist against the stall wall four times, emphasising his point. It really drove home how huge Dale really was, he made the stall look tiny.

My eyes snapped back to his dick, and he leered at me, sneering as he spoke...I think, I wasn’t looking, I was consumed by his perfect manhood.

“I’d say eyes up here bro but honestly you’re so pathetic, there’s no way you can look away, is there? I’ve seen how you look at me, guys like you normally make me kinda horny, wanting what you’ll never ever have, being so infatuated by how much meat I’ve got, but you…” he thrust his hips as he spoke, spurting a bit of pre. “You disgust me, trying to keep up with me with a tiny little clit like that? Give it up bro, leave the lifting to the real men,” he chuckled, clearly getting off on this odd display of power.

What the hell was going on? Was Dale jealous I was also working out at the office gym? Was he more homophobic than I’d given him credit for? Why was he doing this? Why couldn’t I move? Had I breathed at all since stepping into this stall?

“You walk around this place thinking you are so much better than everyone, well I’m better than you, everyone can see it. I’m not like you, I don’t have to be kind to get people to respect me, they know I’m an alpha, I demand respect by just existing, and it’s given freely! You pathetic shithead, you want this so bad, tell me how much you want it.” He raised his voice enough for me to finally snap out of it.

“D-Dale, I have no idea what I’ve ever done to you, or w-why you’re doing this, but please, I don’t think I’m better than anyone, or better than you at all! I jus—” My cheeks burned crimson red as I spoke. I was so embarrassed.

“Bullshit.”

“I—”

“Bull. Shit. You’re always picked for projects over me, everyone likes you, but guess what, I have what matters most!” He grabbed his prick and stroked, some more pre oozed out of his slit.

“You want this, you’ll never have it, I almost need three hands for this beast and your tiny fucking dicklet can’t even fill half a hand!” he laughed.

“I’m glad we could do this, I’m glad I could show you what you’ve been fantasising about for months, thinking about this got me so boned up, I couldn’t wait for you to see how big I am and how small you are.” He closed the gap between us and smeared his pre covered prick over my abdomen.

“That’s the most you’ll ever touch, next time you’re picked for something or someone laughs at one of your shitty jokes, just remember this, remember my massive prick rubbing all over you, and how insignificant you are compared to me. I have everyone’s respect, not you,” he sneered down my ear, his breath was hot, the combination of this and feeling all his manhood press against me caused me to quiver, and, not that anyone would detect it, but my cock was as hard as granite at this point, despite myself, I found this whole exchange thrilling, even though it was completely weird and unhinged.

“If you ever tell anyone about this, I’ll make your life hell.” He pushed past me, and walked through to the gym.

I stared blankly at the stall wall, unmoving. What the hell was going on? I’d always assumed Dale was just your average asshole, albeit with a well above-average body, but clearly I missed that he was some sort of dick-crazed exhibitionist and was apparently jealous of how well-liked I was?

I couldn’t really process what had just happened. Suddenly, the thought of going through that room shot through my fog of confusion and set my mind on fire, doing tonight’s workout seemed impossible with Dale nearby.

I left, defeated. As I walked, tears welled up and I found myself shaking. Dale was right, like it or not, I wanted what he had, he knew it and he knew his prick and his godly body would now live in my head, rent-free. I sat at the bus stop and realised I had over an hour’s wait before the next bus. Further punishment, I thought, for skipping out on my workout.

Dale’s unpredictability scared me the most, what was he going to do next? Would he follow through with making my life hell? What if he succeeded? What if he turns everyone against me?? What if I lost my job and this life I’d worked so hard to build???

I realised my anxiety was flaring and I was spiralling. I focused on my breathing. A few slow inhales and exhales later, the fog cleared. I thought logically for a moment. He couldn’t turn anyone at work against me—he basically said it himself. I was well-liked and well-established; he didn’t have any allies. Though, according to Dale, apparently everyone respected him. I guess that was true, they may not have liked Dale very much, but no one denied his contributions to the office, he brought in the most clients. Yet, thinking on it, there was no one he could use to make things difficult. So, my life won’t end—phew, catastrophe over! I sighed, my heart rate slowed and my breathing returned to a relaxed state.

Then I realised how fucking horny I was, despite Dale being a sexually power-crazed weirdo, he was also everything I physically wanted for myself, the sight of his prick was burned into my retinas, and I could still feel his hardness pressing against my abdomen, I absentmindedly rubbed the area, I felt his cold pre coat my fingers.

Before I could stop myself, as thoughts of his massive arms and tree trunk thighs flooded my mind, I licked my fingers. Had this been his intention? Was he actually some sort of mastermind sex-criminal hell-bent on ruining my life by making me too horny to function? I hoped I would be more disgusted with myself and what I was doing, but his pre tasted...good...really good, it was hard to not like what I was doing...

“I don’t think there’s any rhyme or reason why he’s acted this way, sir, sometimes people are just... unpredictable,” a calm voice said beside me.

Shocked, I spat my fingers out and looked over to my left. A kind, older-looking gentleman smiled warmly at me.

“Who are...how—” I sputtered.

“Yes, I did just answer your thoughts, no, I’m not some sort of hallucination. My name is Michael, I work at the Enhancements and Enchantments Bureau,” he stated. He was wearing an exquisite black suit that fit him perfectly, the blazer was embroidered with a paisley pattern, his golden tie brought out the gold flecks in his eyes, and he smelled faintly of oak and sandalwood. He was pleasing to be near, I felt myself warming to him instantly.

“We’ve been watching you for some time now, we understand your desires for...more down there, and I’m excited to announce your application has been successful!” he announced with a hint of joy, but remained entirely professional.

“Application? I never applied for... Sorry, what Bureau? I’ve never heard of you guys before,” I questioned. Though I could suddenly feel my doubt escaping me, seemingly being replaced with more positive thoughts about what Micheal had to say.

“I understand you have questions, let me assure you, this is all very much real and above board. Your kindness to others and your willingness to better yourself despite your...let’s say what you find embarrassing, has endeared many at the Bureau, votes were unanimous—we are here to help you with what you crave most.”

I still didn’t quite grasp the conversation, I stared at Michael, confused. “Michael I’m very sorry, but I’m not sure what you’re talking about?” As I asked this, it’s almost as though my heart wasn’t in it, I kind of didn’t care whether I understood or not, I was just happy to be part of the proceedings, my natural, logical self who would question this and want to understand was nowhere to be found.

“Your penis, sir. You are embarrassed about the size of your penis, correct? You also already sense there’s something magical afoot—I can hear your thoughts, that’s not normal is it?”

“I...right.”

Before I had time to think, Micheal asked again: “You want a bigger penis, correct?”

“Yes,” I replied, there was no use being coy now.

“Excellent. So, there’s a few things I need to go over with you, apologies, but this is all going to move quite quickly.” Michael proceeded to deliver what seemed to be a meticulously rehearsed script.

“Here at the Enhancements and Enchantments Bureau, or the EEB for short, our mission is the betterment of truly kind individuals, in whatever form they desire, we won’t be satisfied until all our candidates are enchanted by our service and enhanced beyond their desires! Many of our candidates prefer physical enhancements, such as yourself, while others seek other ways to improve.”

I suddenly felt quite shallow. Maybe I should have asked for something more meaningful, maybe more intelligence to solve the world’s problems or something?

“I know what you’re thinking, you should dream up something more meaningful. That’s not how this works, and what you want is meaningful, this enhancement will bring you everything you could have ever wanted. We understand every aspect of your being right down to your very DNA. We know what you need more than you do, it’s our business to know,” Michael stated, seemingly addressing my thoughts as they occurred.

He continued, “For you sir, it’s really quite simple, your plan is as follows, each and every morning you wake up, for as long as you desire, one inch will be added.”

“One inch?!” I replied, unable to hide my excitement and simultaneously not questioning the reality of what I’d heard, or whether any of this was even possible or real, it’s as though how I should’ve reacted was being actively edited and censored as I sat with Micheal. Scepticism turned to excitement, doubt turned to joy.

“Yes, I should clarify what this means. You will gain an inch, but not just where you are thinking, think of this as a clause that will prevent things from going too far. You will not only increase your penis’s length and girth, things like your height will also increase,” Stated Micheal.

This snapped me back to reality. I could feel that the strange edits to my thoughts and feelings had stopped, as though the entity responsible could sense my inner turmoil, that I was not okay being censored, it had backed off before I could be upset by it. Or perhaps its job was complete and it no longer needed to continue. With clarity returning to my mind, I began to think about what it would be like to be bigger down there.

“Yes, I already know what you are thinking, this all sounds great on paper but the practicalities are, if you want the kind of penis you’re thinking about...”

Dale’s endowment flashed up in my head once more.

“Yes, such as that, you will also need to become much taller, you can understand this will cause significant changes in your life, things are not made for especially tall humans, are they? Moreover, a smaller frame can only support so much before things stop being able to function properly. You could end up with a huge floppy 30-inch penis that was entirely useless, there wouldn’t be enough blood for your body, and you’d likely die,” Michael explained, rather callously.

He was right, though, I was already 6’3, and never concerned myself with being any taller, and what would this mean for overall musculature? I also obviously didn’t want to die from having a giant dong, even if it did sound like a kind of humorous way to go.

I hadn’t even formed the question aloud yet, but Michael already knew what I wanted to ask next. “Ahh, you’ll be most pleased with the results and find things will at the very least, remain in proportion. Do you have any questions? I promise to wait until you state them aloud from now on. The ‘replying to your thoughts’ dynamic can get a bit odd, can’t it?” Michael suddenly eased up, seeming more human in his approach now.

“Before, I didn’t quite react as I thought I would, why is that?” I asked.

“Ahh, apologies for that sir, it’s a protocol to protect the Bureau. Whilst we value your individuality, we have found editing the thoughts and feelings of our candidates for the first few moments during your introductory meeting ensures the process is smooth, we meant no harm but understand this could be viewed unfavourably,” Michael replied, with genuine concern and a hint of remorse, indicating he didn’t necessarily personally agree with this protocol.

I took in what he said, I wanted to be more upset with his answer. I felt like my entire being was just video footage they could cut and edit on a whim, but I couldn’t help but appreciate his honesty. It didn’t seem like something they would do again. Moreover, it added weight to his claims that this seemingly impossible and magical process was about to occur. I thought for a moment. “I think I already know the answer, but what’s the catch?” I asked him.

“You do know the answer, sir,” Michael started. “There is no catch, this is purely for the betterment of your life, you already know you want this, and we know you believe every word I have just said.”

Again, Michael was right. “How will it work?” I asked.

“Great question, you carry out your days as normal, live your life as you always have, and whilst you sleep, that’s when we’ll do our work. You can review how you feel with us every morning once you’re up and about,” he replied.

“How will I explain the changes in me to other people?” I asked, suddenly feeling quite anxious about the impact this would have on my relationships with my friends and family.

“Excellent, we knew you would be the perfect candidate for this, your questions reflect this sir! So, no one is going to notice your changes, except for one person.”

It was my turn to answer before the name could leave Michael’s lips.

“Dale,” I stated flatly.

“D—yes, correct! We know this will drive Dale crazy, leading to some exciting outcomes for you. What Dale did this evening was wrong, this will be an elegant way to deal with him,” Michael replied, he seemed impressed that I knew where he was going.

“I can tell you don’t have any further questions, so, would you like to get started right now?” Micheal queried.

“Sure,” I replied. Any doubts I’d had, even the ones edited away, were gone, I had no reason to doubt this was real.

“Wonderful! So, just for this night, things will happen rather rapidly, in a moment, I will snap my fingers, and you will find yourself waking up in your bed at home, it will be tomorrow morning. One inch will have been added, as discussed. There are many adjustments we need to make to effectively enhance and enchant your life, once they are done, we won’t need to perform these adjustments again until you are satisfied and require no further enhancements or enchantments,” he explained, the more he spoke, the more excited I was.

“I know the answer but shall ask as a formality—would you like to proceed?” he asked.

I smiled at Michael. “Yes, thank you, absolutely!”

Michael smiled warmly, and snapped his fingers. As soon as he did, a flash of warm yellow light erupted from his hand. This light danced and shone brilliantly, as it swirled and enveloped me, it began to change and bend into something resembling golden sunlight, I could feel its warmth on my skin. It became so blindly brilliant, that all I saw and felt was the sun’s embrace. Then, silence. Calm. Serenity.

I woke up to a new day. The sun kissed my face.

I looked around in my room, everything seemed to be the same. So, I hadn’t been robbed or anything, that was a good start. I could see that it was a beautiful day, the sun was shining and a refreshing breeze gently swirled through the bedroom.

All I knew for sure was my meeting with Michael and the EEB was very much real, my dick never got so hard so quick in all my life, I eagerly pawed at it through my bedding, excited to feel the difference. One, one, O-N-E inch! A whole inch extra of dick! It immediately felt bigger in my hand. I enjoyed the familiar sensations, and heavily appreciated the new ones, my dick had never taken up this amount of space in my hand before! I was dangerously close to cumming, but something stopped me, it gnawed at me and brought me back from the edge of release. It started as a small thought at the back of my mind, but quickly grew. It cut through my arousal and excitement like a hot knife through butter.

It wasn’t quite disappointment, but I couldn’t escape a lifetime of feeling inadequate down there. My jubilance fell flat, I was still only 4 inches erect, it wasn’t something to celebrate, not yet.

I shook myself, once again I was torturing myself with cruel thoughts of inadequacy when this entirely life changing experience was playing out before me! I still had way more dick than I’d ever had in my life, and it was just the beginning, I could have even more!

I recalled Michael’s instruction, that I could decide each day if I wanted to continue, today would be a no brainer, I salivated at the thought of reaching 5 inches. I couldn’t even really comprehend it, 5 inches is the average for most men. That would be such an incredible upgrade!

The thought of this redoubled my efforts, and I came in no time at all. My loads were usually fairly meek, but his morning’s delivery proved to be a surprise, and a welcome one. I hadn’t cummed that much in years! I enjoyed the afterglow for a couple of minutes, before I decided what I wanted for breakfast.

Steak and eggs, yeah. Sounded good for a Saturday morning. Whilst doing a mental check of how many eggs I had left in the fridge, another of Michael’s instructions rushed back to me.

My body would grow along with my dick, an inch every day added to my height...that would add up quickly, did I really want to end up giant sized? I felt a pang of worry as I began to move out of bed, expecting to feel a huge difference in my stature as I took up more space, but frankly? I couldn’t really make out any immediate changes, other than my dick of course. My point of view had certainly shifted a bit, everything now looked like it did when I was wearing shoes, I guess. My pecs still obstructed my view, the same as they had for the last couple of years. I kneaded them a little, they felt pretty much the same, they filled my hands and felt powerful.

This all felt okay, this was okay! I just wish I could do something to notice more of a difference.

Weight. That’d do it.

I rushed over to my bathroom, and stepped on the scales.

220 pounds.

10 pounds overnight. This really put things into perspective, I realised how quickly this would add up, and decided to make note of my measurements in the coming days. I walked back into the bedroom and over to my desk. I pulled out an unused notebook from my desk drawer, and sat down to measure and write up all my stats.

Height: 6’4
Weight: 220 pounds
Arms: 19 inches
Chest: 54 inches
Waist: 32 inches
Quads: 28 inches
Length: 4 inches
Girth: 4 inches
Shoe size: 10.5

Shortly after I’d measured everything and jotted it all down, I could smell steak and eggs cooking away. Confused, I walked through to the kitchen.

“Ahh! Good morning, sir!” Michael beamed as he plated up a generous, hearty portion of steak and eggs.

“Do come sit down and enjoy, I thought I’d treat you to some breakfast. Why don’t you tell me about the changes you’ve noticed and how you feel today?” Michael motioned for me to sit at the breakfast bar. It suddenly occurred to me that I was completely naked, yet Michael seemed completely unphased.

“Erm, maybe I should cover up first, so sorry Michael!” I replied, turning away and shielded my dick with my hands.

Michael snapped his fingers, and I was immediately clothed in some loose fitting, comfortable silk pyjamas.

“If you are more comfortable this way, we will of course accommodate, rest assured though this is all within our expected parameters, we have seen it all before sir!” Michael smiled warmly once again before adding, “Though I must admit, your chest is particularly impressive.” his eyes darted down at my pecs, lingering for a moment before looking back to the meal he had prepared.

“Now please, take a seat!” Michael motioned once again for me to join him at the breakfast bar. I was happily obliged, the food looked wonderful and I was actually very hungry by this point.

We chatted for a while whilst I made my way through my breakfast. When I’d finished, Michael looked at me expectantly, before asking “I’m so glad to hear you are enjoying your first morning, so I must now ask, do you wish to continue receiving your enhancements and enchantments?”

“Yes. Absolutely,” I said without hesitation.

“Wonderful, well, I shall leave you to it, cherish your day, and we shall meet again tomorrow!” With that, Michael smiled, he turned away and walked towards the window. It was kind of odd, but my eyes suddenly couldn’t focus on him at all, it was only a few moments, but once my eyes refocused on where he had been, Michael was nowhere to be seen.

I looked back down at my plate, taking stock of the events that had unfolded in the last 12 hours. “Wow.” I found myself saying to my plate. If it could’ve answered, I imagined it would have said something along the lines of “I know, right?!”

I decided to use my day visiting a local gym, since the office wasn’t open on weekends. It was nice to finally workout after being denied the night before. All I could really notice throughout the day was the number five. Five protein bar wrappers left on a side table in the smoothie bar cafe, five sets of twelve reps. Five protein yogurts for the price of four at my local supermarket. Five stops until I’m home. Five kids were laughing in the park as they played. Five minutes until my favourite show started. Five portions of chicken taken out of the freeze ready for meal prep. Five minutes before my dinner was ready. And finally, five minutes before bed. It had been a quiet, but calm Saturday. I kicked off my slippers and hopped into bed. Tomorrow would bring so much more. I wondered if I would be like a child on Christmas Eve, too excited to sleep, but as soon as my head hit the pillow, I felt a familiar warming embrace guide me into a deep sleep.

I could really feel that I weighed more as I woke up to greet the new day.

Unable to contain a smile, I reached down and grabbed my already granite-hard manhood. It just about filled my hand now, though I was hoping the head would peak through my fist a little bit more. But, my hand, along with everything else, was also creeping up in size with each new morning, so I suppose we still needed one more day to shatter the thumb ceiling.

I pulled back the sheets to get a better look at myself, and for the first time in my life, I wasn’t embarrassed by what I saw. I had never really paid attention to how my dick actually looked, I just obsessed over how little it was. But it was actually, quite a pretty dick if I do say so myself. It was straight as an arrow with healthy veins snaking up and down my shaft. Its surface was silky smooth to the touch, and I had a nice amount of foreskin covering a perfectly sized head. At first, I couldn’t place it, but I was actually feeling some pride in my manhood for the first time ever.

Contemplating this newfound pride, I took a moment to inspect the rest of my body. The years of graft had always showed, but everything was beginning to look incredible, amplified by my increasing height and overall size. I looked at my legs, flexing them. They exuded power, complemented by a thick dusting of hair, and they were looking imposingly large this morning.

I brushed a hand along my abs, feeling each cobblestone as my fingers glided over. The last row was a little obstructed by my pillowy mounds of beef. My beefy, hairy pecs had always been my pride and joy, I spent a few minutes caressing them, teasing my nipples which sent jolts of pleasure that reverberated through my upper body and down to my crotch. My pecs spilled out of my hands, they were so large, I was kind of in awe of how good my body felt.

I rubbed each of my arms, and to my surprise, they felt especially bigger compared to yesterday. They were practically humming with power and masculinity. I couldn’t help but raise my arm up and lick my bicep, they just looked so tantalising. This highlighted something else, my smell had changed, nothing major, but something had shifted enough for me to notice, a kind of must but it wasn’t overpowering, it was actually quite pleasant, and I found myself taking in a few deep breaths before I moved back down to my dick.

There was a distinct wetness I hadn’t expected, I looked back down, there was a large amount of pre, way more than I’d ever produced before. I had been entirely distracted but now that I was focused on it, I was amazed. The pre had seeped into the grooves of my abs. It made me feel incredibly virile. Before I knew it, I was pumping my dick furiously. I was in a state of bliss, but found that I wasn’t quite ready to cum yet. Had my stamina increased? This felt amazing, but I felt I could keep going for a while yet!

I decided to get up and maybe go and take a look at myself in the mirror whilst I played with myself. That’s when I noticed something else that was new. A full length mirror had been installed overnight.

The sight of myself was enough to immediately send me over the edge, a somewhat powerful shot of cum spewed forth, followed by another, and then another. The blissful orgasm rocked me for a few more moments, it caused my knees to buckle ever so slightly. As I regained my composure, something incredible occurred to me. I had just done a cumshot! Actual ropes of cum flew out of my dick and like, actually travelled away from my person!

This revelation was almost enough to cause a second orgasm. I laughed at the sensation, before my eyes fell on a post-it note stuck to the top left corner of the mirror. “Thought you’d like the view! Hope this helps you see yourself more clearly :) Michael x.”

I grabbed my measuring tape and got to work, my hard on returning as it anticipated the new numbers.

Height: 6’4 → 6’5
Weight: 220 → 236 pounds
Arms: 19 → 20 inches
Chest: 54 → 55.5 inches
Waist: 32 → 32 inches
Quads: 28 → 29 inches
Length: 4 → 5 inches
Girth: 4 → 4.5 inches
Shoe size: 10.5 → 11

I reviewed my stats and looked back at my reflection, my dick practically begged for release. I came within moments of touching myself, overwhelmed by lust from what was happening to me, getting bigger all over was intoxicating. Despite being my second load this morning, it was still quite voluminous!

Michael seemed almost unable to contain himself as I updated him on my morning. I think him saying that this sort of thing was normal for the EEB provided sanctity in our budding relationship. I felt at complete ease talking to him about everything, including the most intimate things like the size of my loads. It was therapeutic to not only think more positively about my manhood, but be able to talk to someone else about it. I’d never had that before, it was nice.

“All this from just 2 inches! I did say sir that we knew what you needed, having these increases has done wonders for your confidence! I should tell you, if you continue with the EEB today, there will be some other boosts concerning your enchantment. After all, tomorrow will be the first time you see Dale since we began. We want to ensure everything goes as expected tomorrow!” Michael exclaimed enthusiastically.

I was glad to have these debriefs, I actually hadn’t given Dale a second thought all weekend, but Michael was right, I’d be seeing him tomorrow. On one hand, my dick wouldn’t yet be anywhere close to Dale...but, I would be taller.

I would be taller than Dale? Wow.

A man so obsessed with being bigger and better than me, and by tomorrow, he would already be an inch shorter than me.

“Sir, I’d just like to double-check, are you happy to continue your enhancement and enchantment with the Bureau?” Michael probed, sensing I was deep in thought.

“Oh, yes! Sorry Michael—of course, please let’s continue!” I replied brightly.

“Wonderful! I shall leave you to it, cherish your day sir, and I will see you in the morning!” Michael got up to leave, this time, he walked towards the door, then he snorted to himself, turned around, and walked towards the window, he looked over to me as he passed me again with a soft laugh as if to say, “Silly me!”

I really wanted to try to see what happened when he approached a window, and understand how this worked, so I tried to focus on what I could see. Once again, I found myself unable, but I did notice a flash of warm golden light as my vision became unfocused. Just like yesterday, by the time my eyes refocused moments later, Michael had vanished.

“That’s got to be so handy,” I said to no one in particular, as I recalled all the unpleasant bus journeys I’d had in recent years. I turned on my heel towards the bathroom, I realised I only had 20 minutes to get ready if I didn’t want to be late!

“There’s something different about you today!” I froze when Jacob said this in front of everyone. My friends and I met up every Sunday for brunch (yeah, we all know, super stereotypical, it actually started off as an ironic joke but then we actually really enjoyed it so it stuck, it is what it is).

A brief moment of panic struck me, had he noticed I was bigger? I thought this wasn’t possible for anyone except Dale?

“Yeah, I agree,” Richard spoke up, this was getting pretty concerning.

“What erm, what do you mean guys?” I laughed, a little more nervously than I would have liked.

“Dunno, you just seem, hmm, more warm? Lighter somehow? Like some burden you’ve never mentioned has been lifted from your shoulders,” Ben stated, he was always the most perceptive of the group. The others nodded in agreement.

“Yeah you seem more confident! It’s lovely to see, honestly, you’re such an amazing guy but there was always something about you, felt like there was this invisible thing holding you back—whatever it was, I’m glad it’s gone!” Jacob smiled at me warmly, he made me think of Michael, and I looked down, smiling to myself.

“Hear hear!” Replied Richard, raising a glass. My friends cheered, celebrating my apparent lightness? It was really sweet though, and it appeared my fears were ill founded, they said nothing of my sudden increase in height and weight.

“Awww, I love you guys! I hadn’t realised I was such a Debbie Downer though, you should have told me sooner, this is as serious as cat cataracts, the leading cause of blindness in cats aged seven and up!” I looked past them at an imaginary camera with an exaggerated frown. My friends chortled at my impression of the infamous SNL sketch. Today was a really great day, I thought to myself, I couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow morning would bring.

I awoke fully refreshed and fulfilled. I had such a lovely time with my friends yesterday, yet another reason to cherish what I had! My alarm chimed, which brought me back to the room. I knocked it off and rolled onto my back.

My dick had become more turgid with every new morning, it’s like it wanted to show off for me. A substantial pole was sticking straight up tenting my bedsheets in a way I had never experienced. My eyes were peeled as I stared and pulled away the covers to get a good look at today’s enhancements.

My 6 inches pinged forward, thumping my wall of abs, incredible! I was now double the size I had been when I started with EEB. I was elated! My cock no longer fit snugly in my hand, it felt substantially thicker, more powerful, more to caress and enjoy. The head fully surpassed my grasp now, it was really fucking hot.

I was torn, I really wanted to cum, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what Michael had said about there being few extra boosts to the enhancements this morning, or enchantments—I wasn’t sure of the difference between the two. Curiosity overtook my horniness, and I was up and out of bed to get to work measuring.

Height: 6’5 → 6’6
Weight: 236 → 251 pounds
Arms: 20 → 21 inches
Chest: 55.5 → 57 inches
Waist: 32 → 32.5 inches
Quads: 29 → 30 inches
Length: 5 → 6 inches
Girth: 4.5 → 5.5 inches
Shoe size: 11 → 12

I couldn’t quite believe my eyes, everything really amped up overnight! A whole extra inch on my arms and legs. two inches almost on my chest. I hit a most muscular in front of the mirror, the feelings of all this overwhelmed me, and I came, hard. Shots arched over, splashing the mirror, two, three, four, five, six powerful virile shots of my seed coating the beautiful reflection before me.

I cleaned up and hopped in the shower, enjoying the feeling of hot water cascading down my powerful back and ass. I lathered up, exploring my increased size. I glided a hand over my bicep. I couldn’t believe I’d gained two inches on my arms in just three days. It was rock solid, the peak unrelenting as it seemed to push against my hand. I moved over to my pecs, they were slightly obscene now, and I absolutely loved it. They completely overfilled my grasp, I flexed my chest, and my hands almost rebounded off my pecs. My chest had never felt so solid and full, it was incredible. I squeezed my tensed muscle tit as hard as I could, my hand simply slid off thanks to the combination of soap and how dense and impenetrable my pecs had become.

I rolled my hands down my abs and onto my thighs, and took note of how my outstretched hands covered just over a third of my leg’s circumference. The only thing that could distract me from how in awe I was, of course, was my penis. As though jealous of the attention my body was receiving, it stood fully at attention, I was so hard it almost ached. I grabbed my meaty shaft and I took the opportunity to cup my balls in my free hand, for the first time since this process had begun. I was kind of surprised at myself for taking so long to do this, but attributed it to my overarching obsession with the size of my dick and how overwhelming the changes to all of my body had been.

They felt...heavy. I hadn’t realised but they were much bigger and hung down much lower. They had started off as tight, grape-sized disappointments. What I could feel now was around double the size of what I’d started off with. My sack filled my hand, spilling over slightly—I’d found the reason for my rapid increase in the volume of my loads. I caressed them whilst stroking my length, my eyes closed, feeling the water travel down the immense definition of my back. I noted how my hand moved much more now that I had more to play with. I moved a hand over my body, I groped anything I could reach with my left hand, while I picked up the pace on my shaft. I couldn’t believe this was all my body, I loved muscles, I couldn’t quite believe these muscles were mine, I couldn’t believe this respectable dick was mine. I couldn’t hold back any longer, I came once again, coating the shower tiles with 4 shots of my man juice.

I finished showering in a sort of blissful daze. I enjoyed the hot water for a couple more minutes before I hopped out and towelled off. I tussled my hair with a bit of product, and inspected my beard, it was time for a quick trim and tidy up.

When I returned to the bedroom, Michael was sitting on the foot of the bed.

“Ahh, morning Michael!” I beamed.

“Good morning sir, you’re looking quite spectacular today! I took the liberty of upgrading your wardrobe. I think you noticed yesterday things were feeling a bit snug, we’d already been keeping up with shoe sizing, but we thought you’d enjoy everything feeling just a touch too tight for a day or two.

The novelty of how well the EEB knew me never got old, I almost scolded myself for being so careless and not thinking of practicalities like fitting into my current wardrobe, but it occurred to me to cut myself some slack, if this process was allowing me to be carefree for the first time in my life, why shouldn’t I enjoy it?

“I’d like to continue the process Michael, things are going really well,” I shared, as if to reinforce what I had just told myself. This was an extraordinary experience, I was determined to enjoy it.

“Very good sir, do you have any questions before I go?” Michael enquired.

“Well, I suppose Dale is on my mind a bit after what happened on Friday, he’s going to be the only one to see the changes, so I guess I’m just a little worried about how this is going to play out,” I shared, suddenly feeling a little anxious.

“Well, I won’t ever lie to you sir, human interactions are impossible to fully predict, we do know the outcome of what will happen between you two, but we can’t say for sure how you will arrive at said outcome.” He didn’t break eye contact as he spoke, as if wanting to ensure I wouldn’t become too concerned by what he shared.

“I... Do also have to be careful about what I tell you unfortunately, if you know the outcome, that will pretty much guarantee an entirely different outcome would occur, one we wouldn’t be able to predict or help with. I hope you understand sir, I appreciate this may cause some concern. So I’d like to share one more thing.” He smiled slightly as he spoke to reassure me.

“Regardless of how things will happen, it will all work out for you, you know what we are capable of. In exceptionally rare cases, we have in the past easily edited and undone certain undesirable outcomes. We can do the same for you, providing you don’t act recklessly. I know you’ve enjoyed a few video games in your time, think of it like a checkpoint on a level, you’re good up until this point so just keep on as you are to get to the end, but if you tried your best and fell short, the checkpoint is there to save your progress. Don’t treat this like a quicksave in Whiterun!” he guffawed, as if surprised by his own wit and knowledge of video games.

I laughed too, thinking on what he had said. I suppose this was like a failsafe, if Dale’s unpredictability took even the EEB by surprise, they had ways and means to circumvent it.

A faint alarm bell did ring at the back of my mind though, there was that talk of editing again, like our lives were just TV shows that could be edited on the fly to suit the audience better. I pushed the thought down, I highly doubted this was something they resorted to without serious consideration and protocol, they called themselves a bureau, those types of places never acted rashly, they were far too slow for that.

Michael was inspecting my face for any sign of worry or discomfort, it was sweet. His professional sort of pep talk had actually made me feel a bit better.

“Okay, I think that all makes sense, thank you Michael, I don’t think I have anything else to ask.” I smiled at Michael, who slapped his hands on his knees as he stood up to leave.

“Great, well, I won’t keep you, I know you’ve a big day ahead, we look forward to seeing Dale’s reaction, sometimes it’s nice for us not to know everything that’s going to happen, it keeps things fresh!” Michael winked, then turned towards the bedroom window. “Cherish your day!” he said as he walked towards his exit.

I smiled once again. “You have a good day too Michael!” I said as I walked over to my wardrobe. His flash of light briefly illuminating the room as he vanished. I cast a brief, imposing shadow on my wardrobe doors.

I opened the doors and scanned through potential options. I wanted to keep things simple today, I pulled out a white button-down shirt, a pair of brown suspenders, brown shoes, and some black skinny stretch trousers. I picked out a nice, floral skinny tie. (Florals? In Spring? Groundbreaking.)

The suspenders accentuated how wide I had become, it may have just been office wear, but I still felt sexy and confident. My outfit choice complimented my body perfectly. For the first time, I noticed something else that was new. I had an actual bulge! I turned to the sides, it was unmistakably present from all angles! It wasn’t obscene like Dale’s bulge or anything, but it looked good, I immediately felt more manly. I took one last look in the mirror, and made my way out of my apartment.

My morning commute was off to a good start, I managed to get a seat on the bus before loads of people piled in one stop later. I was pretty surprised at how much more space I was taking up. I almost felt bad as a frail old man joined me. I tried to make myself as small as possible to give him as much space as I could, but it was fruitless.

After a minute or so of my fidgeting, he placed a hand on my shoulder and spoke up to me.

“Don’t worry son, you can’t help being big!” He could tell I was a bit flustered by my inability to make space for him.

“I could move if you like, sir? It’s no trouble!” I replied.

“Don’t be daft lad, it’s all good, my stop’s coming up anyway, an old codger like me needs all the help he can get to get around.” He laughed and I smiled at him.

“You have yourself a good day, son!” He smiled softly before pressing the bell and standing, clutching his cane with his right hand, his left slapped onto my thigh as he slowly raised and pushed himself up. I marvelled at how diminutive his hand looked on my enormous thigh.

“Thank you, sir, you too!” I replied warmly, he waved behind him as he shuffled off, what a lovely gentleman.

I turned back to look out the window and let my mind wander, rather unexpectedly, anxiety began creeping in as it liked to do from time to time. Dale was going to be furious. I was bigger than him now, sure, except for his dick of course. But he was a pretty unhinged guy, what if he did something stupid? I recalled no other person would recognise anything different. And what Micheal had said about potentially editing things, but it wasn’t quite enough to dissuade me from worrying about it. I tried to shake the thoughts away as best I could, and pressed the bell for my stop. The walk to the office felt quicker than it had, I quickly realised it was down to having legs that were just that bit longer than they had been! As I approached the elevator, the doors opened to Dale and Stacy, he was staring at her, and she looked incredibly uncomfortable.

Right, showtime, I thought to myself.

“Good morning. Oh, hi Stacy!” I barrelled forward, embracing Stacy and gently scooting her away from Dale, placing myself between the two. The elevator sprang slightly as I entered.

Stacy mouthed a thank you as I let go, I winked at her and I looked back over to Dale.

He looked back at me and sneered, though, he was looking towards my jawline rather than my eyes. I could tell he was confused. He squinted with a sort of “What the fuck?” expression. He seemed to recalibrate, as he readjusted, his eyes darted up to meet mine.

His eyes widened as his expression softened, and his mouth hung open ever so slightly before his head snapped forward to face the elevator doors. He knew, there was no mistaking it or hiding it, I was slightly taller than him now. His mouth formed words, but no voice came. It took everything I had to not react, I couldn’t lie, watching him short-circuit was kind of funny, but I was determined to be cautious, not to do anything that could provoke him. The last thing he or I needed was for him to cause a scene, even if it was to just an audience of one.

I looked away from him, doing the same as him and facing directly forward as we approached our floor.

Stacy was the first to exit, immediately after, before I could act, Dale lunged forward, hitting the door close button. As soon as the doors glided shut, he turned to me. I expected him to be furious, but instead, his face was unreadable and relaxed. I couldn’t read him at all, which honestly worried me more than if he’d been furious and foaming at the mouth. After a few seconds of uneasy silence, he began to talk:

“So, there’s not a single thing on the market that, one—” He crossed his index finger over the pinky finger on his other hand. “—causes someone to gain, what, 30 pounds in three days? And two—” He wrapped two fingers around two on his other hand. “—causes someone to shoot up like 4 inches?” He stared at me, unblinking, waiting for a response.

His estimations were off, but I obviously wasn’t going to correct him, that would definitely make things worse. I had to think fast, I knew EEB had a plan, but this was my life, I knew enough to know I needed to play this out exactly how I always would have with or without the EEB, I needed be true to myself and not rely on the EEB’s ability to change things for me if they went a bit pear-shaped.

“I’m not sure what you’re on about Dale, but you’ve seen how hard I’ve been hitting the gym, I always wear loose clothes, you don’t pay that much attention to me do you?” I smiled at him, unwavering in my deception. I wasn’t sure how he would react, but what I’d said was plausible, at least for the increase in musculature.

“B-but. What? Fuck off trying to bullshit me, yeah okay you might have me there on how jacked you’ve gotten but you being taller? There’s no way man, no fucking way you’re not doing something. Did you like, uncover some rare ancient herb from Peru or something?” His mask was slipping, I could see rage building in his eyes. I needed to tread carefully if I wanted to avoid any confrontation. He may have been slightly shorter and less built than me now, but I was a lover, not a fighter. I did not want things to get physical.

“For...fuck’s sake Dale!” Erm...Where did that come from? What did I just think about avoiding confrontation?!

“I, look, you really fucking got to me on Friday, okay?” Okay, reasonable save, think fast though where are you going with this?

“I’m wearing some lifts, okay? I wanted to look taller. I wanted to feel bigger, all right? Are you happy?” Wow, I have to admit, I was impressed with myself, another plausible lie, now I just needed him to believe it.

“You fuc—” he interrupted himself, and looked down at my feet. “What? Lifts?” I could see the gears turning in his mind.

“Are you, are you fucking kidding?” Suddenly, Dale burst out in a fit of laughter.

“That’s so fucking hilarious and pathetic man! What the fuck, hahahaha,” he guffawed, before he added, “Honestly I think I’m flattered, I showed you up so hard that you wanted to be more, try to compete, try to get me to react. I’m not often impressed by anyone other than me, but I gotta admit you got me bro.” He punched my shoulder, wiping a tear from his eye.

Rather miraculously, it seemed he had entirely believed my deception. I was almost shocked that it worked, until I realised...perhaps I wasn’t as quick-witted and impressive as I thought, this was likely the work of the EEB, editing situations like this was their bread and butter, they’d probably forced him to believe in my lies.

Regardless, I was in the clear, he pressed the door button once more and we both exited the elevator.

He walked towards his department. “See ya later, you muppet,” he yelled back to me as he left, still laughing from the exchange.

I stood for a moment, processing what just happened. Relief washed over me and I couldn’t help but start laughing too. I walked over to my desk and Stacy was already set up for her day.

I’d worked really hard to make her feel safe and welcome since she joined the company a few months back. She didn’t start off sitting with me, she was in the open plan area, which was loud and overwhelming—she really struggled in that environment, and offered to get another desk opposite me installed a bit more peace and quiet. She was so happy that morning when she realised what I’d arranged. From there, everyday we were together chipped away at the walls she’d spent years building around herself. I guess she’d recently started to trust me enough, because she’d started to open up to me about herself and her life. It turns out she was on the spectrum, as well as being a survivor of some pretty severe mental illnesses. I was really proud and honoured that she felt secure enough to talk about it with me, so when I noticed her subtle signals that she had something she wanted to talk about, I made sure to make it obvious I wanted to hear it.

Today was one of those days. She stood and slightly leaned over her monitor to look at me, kind of like a shy meerkat. She did this a lot, she’d never say anything so I found that if I didn’t notice her doing it and say something, she wouldn’t speak and would retreat behind her monitor.

“Morning lovely, you okay?” I greeted her warmly.

“Oh morning! Erm, So I...well, I actually took your advice and uhm, I just wanted to say thanks, it turns out Andy was feeling similar thoughts but just didn’t know how to bring how he felt up. I forget that he’s just as autistic as me, and really repressed, much more than I realised. We, erm, we had a really good weekend, it felt like a marriage again for the first time in months.” Her cheeks blushed as she spoke.

“I didn’t really do much Stace, I just told you what you already knew you wanted! But I’m so glad it went well,” I replied, smiling brightly as I spoke.

“I’m sure your husband will keep opening up to you now, but just keep making sure he knows you want him to talk, okay? Just look at you and me, when you first started, I could barely get a hello out of you, and now look at us? Some days I can hardly get you to stop talking!” I laughed heartily, and she giggled. I could see why her husband loved her so much, she’s such a gentle spirit. I loved her too, not in the same way of course, but I’ll always protect this one. She’s brilliant and the world needs more people like her.

The day passed by without much more of note, I didn’t see much of Dale, which was a bit odd honestly, I’d grown accustomed to him showing up where I least expected. We passed each other in the corridor, and he bro-nodded at me? I nodded back and smiled, trying my best to not look confused by the exchange.

At 5 p.m., I was itching to get into the gym. I felt like I had boundless energy and hadn’t been able to release it for a couple of days. I practically flew to the gym, I opted for the stairs as I was too impatient to wait for the elevators.

Within minutes, I was changed into my gear and ready to go, there was still no sign of Dale, but I couldn’t even pretend to be concerned about that, I just wanted to lift.

My warm-up sets started off well, but I soon grew frustrated. It felt like an itch I couldn’t scratch. This was when I realised, my previous warm-up weights were simply too light. I gathered more plates and got right back into it, that’s better, but still not enough.

I felt warmed up, so proceeded to my next set, again, habit had put me on autopilot, I added my regular weights and got to lifting. Once again, it felt too easy. I stopped and scratched my head, had I really grown so much stronger in just two days? I scanned the room, and found some unopened boxes of plates, they’d never been touched, someone messed up during the refurb and ordered the wrong weights, no one would ever want to use them since the smallest size in the set was 50kg, other than myself and Dale, no one needed anywhere near that amount of weight.

Eying up the added weights, I felt my dick stir, I was so pent up, I needed this. I lifted and heaved, this was much more like it, I completed my reps with the same discipline and control I always had, the only difference was the extra 200kg. All personal bests paled in comparison to what I achieved during the two hours I worked out. It flew by.

I was enjoying things so much, I hadn’t noticed Dale had entered the gym until I was finishing my last set. I smiled at him and nodded, but he looked away, pretending he hadn’t noticed. I didn’t think much of it, I had my earbuds in on full blast, it’s not like I was open to conversation.

I left the gym and hit the showers, singing Pink Pony Club to myself. Another nice thing about this place, they didn’t skimp during renovations, the water pressure was perfect. I was minding my own business when suddenly, Dale approached me from behind, pressing his hard dick into my round ass cheek.

I quickly turned. “What are you doing!?” I raised my voice, not quite expecting it to sound so deep and commanding.

He backed away slightly, but was still invading my personal space. He looked down, and almost looked hurt by what he saw.

“That...you..it...you’ve got bigger there too, huh,” he stated flatly. I guess my ruse was up, I couldn’t hide now, I was completely naked, no lifts in sight.

“I’m honestly pissed I fell for your bullshit earlier, it was pretty clear watching you tonight I was right, you are bigger, way bigger, just look at you!” he spat as he blurted this out, spitting and gnashing his teeth as he spoke, his nostrils were flared and his eyes were wide open, he looked almost… feral.

“I’ve still got you beat though, that’s like what 4 or 5 inches hard maybe? Still nowhere near my 10 and a half are you,” he continued, sounding obsessive and frantic. “I bet yo—”

“Enough!” I boomed. It was my turn to interrupt him.

“You’re not doing this again Dale, it’s near enough sexual assault and it’s not okay, whether you view it that way or not is irrelevant,” I said plainly.

“Sexual as—I’m not fucking gay bro, why would I ever get sexual with you? That’s disgusting!!” he yelled out, I could feel his rage building, yet, I wasn’t deterred, after what I had experienced in the gym, how much more powerful I felt, we both knew the balance had shifted for Dale, he knew he wasn’t quite number one for once, and I knew it terrified him.

I felt confident, in control. I grabbed onto his huge, meaty prick, firmly. “Not gay? What do you call this then, ‘bro’? Last I checked, straight guys don’t constantly get hard around other men, do they?” I honestly didn’t know the answer to my own question, I didn’t spend much time with straight men, who knows what they got up to. But it didn’t matter, I saw Dale falter, for the first time since knowing him, I could tell he didn’t know what to do.

“F-fuck,” he moaned, despite himself.

“Fuck off of me!!” he bleated, retreating away and pulling his dick out of my hand.

“I don’t know what the fuck you did but I will fucking find out and then you’re fucking done here, no one will ever hire you knowing you’re some drugged up freak!” He turned, a little too quickly, and slipped, crashing down and landing on his ass.

I suppose it was comical the way he fell like a sack of spuds, but I was less than impressed and in no mood to laugh.

“You can do whatever you like, I don’t think anyone’s going to believe you.” I decided to plunge a knife in, and twist.

“I’m going to keep getting bigger Dale, soon, your dick will look tiny next to mine.” I calmly shared this with him, knowing it to be true, if I kept going with EEB, I would reach his length by the end of the week.

He scurried to his feet, his soft cock bobbing around, and fled without a single word.

I suddenly exhaled, I couldn’t believe I had just done that, it wasn’t entirely out of character, I would always jump to the defence of those I cared about, but I had never done that for myself. It felt good to be kind to myself the same way I was to others, and I felt as though I had finally healed something deep within. Yet another development I had EEB to thank for.

I finished showering, changed, and headed home. Knowing tomorrow I would cross over into being officially hung.

I was awake before my alarm. Not that there was a competition, but, so far it’s 2/0 to me. Just saying.

I flicked my alarm off and my dick immediately caught my attention. I could make out the print of my head as it strained against the covers. It was a thrilling sight.

I kicked the covers away, and my big dick bounded around, there was a distinct heft to its movements, and I couldn’t believe this appendage was attached to me.

The combination of last night’s workout, the sight of my own body, and feeling so mentally good about myself we’re probably the reason why I came so quickly, constant shots of cum coated my abs, chest and neck. With each morning, my cum was more voluminous and cumshots travelled further and further, I fantasised about my cum reaching the ceiling, earning one final spurt from my turgid dick.

It was time for the morning ritual, I got up, really feeling the impact of all my extra weight today, and made my way through to the bathroom to clean myself off and grab the scales.

As I passed the doorway, I froze.

My hair.

My hair!

My hair was brushing the door frame. Fuck me, I was getting huge. I hadn’t expected I would like getting bigger and taller so much, but up to now, it had been feeling more and more amazing with each passing morning. Being almost bigger than a door frame was a sort of milestone for me that I hadn’t realised existed, it signified that I was truly large now, on the cusp of being too big for normal everyday day life. It both thrilled and worried me.

I fetched my notebook and measuring tape, and got to work.

Height: 6’6 → 6’7
Weight: 251 → 262 pounds
Arms: 21 → 21.5 inches
Chest: 57 → 58 inches
Waist: 32.5 → 33 inches
Quads: 30 → 30.5 inches
Length: 6 → 7 inches
Girth: 5.5 → 6 inches
Shoe size: 12 → 12.5

I sat back in my desk chair, it groaned slightly. I was glad I was keeping track like this, but some of these numbers were beginning to scare me a little bit. I was closing in on some numbers few bodybuilders had achieved throughout the history of the sport. The clause built into my EEs were definitely beginning to add weight to my decisions, how much more did I really want? 7 inches of dick was realistically more than enough right? But then, who knows how many people have this opportunity, surely I should make the most of it? I think I’ll keep going into tomorrow, I can always take stock again in the morning and go from there.

To my surprise, Michael opened my bedroom door and walked through. “Only me sir!” he exclaimed as he walked in.

I turned to greet him and he stopped in his tracks.

“My word, well, your enhancements and enchantments are certainly exceeding my personal expectations, I can’t help but comment sir—you are looking positively enormous this morning!” For the first time since beginning with EEB, I saw genuine surprise on Michael’s face. He then smiled, seemingly pleased to have seen something new for the first time in a while.

“You’d think this job would get old, but it’s things like this that still get my ticker racing. Anywho, we need a little bit of time for a review if you don’t mind.” Michael glanced down at a notebook he had with him.

I looked at the time, and just as I was about to point out I needed to get ready for work, the hands on the clock stopped moving. My eyes flitted to my window, outside, I could see that birds were frozen in the sky, unmoving.

“Ahh, I see,” I said, looking away from the window and towards Michael. He’d stopped time, an impossible feat I was too casual about, but at this point, it was more of a challenge to think of things the EEB couldn’t do.

“What are we going to discuss, Michael? And how are you this morning?” I asked, smiling at him.

He glanced back down at his notebook. “I appreciate you asking, it’s kind of common for people to get a bit self-absorbed as their journeys with us progress, but it’s great to see you don’t seem to be like that,” he replied. I felt genuinely flattered to know this, even if there was a chance he said this to all his candidates.

“As for what we’ll be discussing, you erm, well there’s no way to put this lightly. You surprised us all last night with how you handled the Dale situation. It’s not at all what we were expecting to happen—it was far outside even our most extreme projections. Frankly, whilst some are delighted by the progress you’ve made, there’s a growing number of colleagues that are getting a bit concerned about your journey.” Michael spoke solemnly.

“If it’s okay with you, I’d like to unpick the reason behind your decisions, so I can report back and assure everyone you are in fact on the right path.” Michael continued to stare at his notebook. It had become obvious he was avoiding making eye contact, or even looking in my direction.

“Michael? Would you like me to put some clothes on?” I asked, wondering if that’s why he couldn’t look up from his notebook.

He smiled, snapped his fingers and I felt the familiar silk pyjamas glide over me.

“I appreciate that sir, I will be frank, I’m beginning to find your appearance a little distracting, but that’s not why I can’t look at you...” He paused, clearly struggling with something.

I walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. I hadn’t compared myself to Michael before, but I realised I was quite a bit taller than him now. I’d guessed he was about 5’8, so he’d been kinda small to me this whole time, but being this close really showed off the differences between us. By tomorrow, I’d be a whole foot taller than him. My dick stirred in response to that thought.

I also hadn’t realised how much he had changed. He was no longer the old man I met at a bus stop. This man was younger, I thought back on my memories of him and realised he had slowly but surely been nearing my age with each passing morning. I wanted to ask why, find out more, confirm my suspicions—had he been editing the way I see him? Or not allowed me to notice anything about his appearance? Until this moment, I had thought Michael to be an older gentleman in his 60s. But, despite my curiosity surrounding Michael, I knew that wasn’t what this situation required.

“Michael, whatever it is, it’s okay, if the path I’m on isn’t right, that has to be rectified right? You see my notebook over there? I’ve kept track of all of this, and today for the first time, I have an inkling that I might want to finish this soon anyways.” I put a finger under his chin and raised his face to meet mine.

“Whatever it is Michael, it’s okay, honestly, you’ve already done so much for me!” I smiled warmly at him, doing my best to imitate the way he would smile at me.

“You...you really are one of the kindest candidates I’ve ever met...” he sighed.

“Right, moping about and beating around the bush isn’t going to get us anywhere is it.” He seemed to pull himself together and took a deep breath.

“The idea that one of our journeys could be wrong is causing a great deal of disruption at the Enhancements and Enchantments Bureau. Honestly, I’m on the side of the argument that your journey is indeed wrong for you in some way, you’ve surpassed all expectations and met goals we didn’t know existed, you were supposed to be with the EEP for another two weeks and would achieve some stuff that, well, given what you’ve already accomplished, they pale in comparison. But that’s not why I’m worried, I cherish what you have achieved, and I’m worried the EEB will decide they need to heavily edit your reality, undoing all your breakthroughs to place you back on the path they have laid out for you.”

“Two weeks.” It crashed through me like a tsunami. I was originally going to do this for another two weeks? That would put me at what, 7’9? My dick would be 21 inches?? I remained silent, trying to process this information, information that I wasn’t sure if Michael should have shared.

“Things were supposed to play out entirely differently yesterday. You moving Stacy away from Dale, and talking to her afterwards wasn’t meant to happen, at this point in your journey, they had projected you to become more self-absorbed, to the point of unfortunately not noticing Stacy being uncomfortable in the lift, and missing too much of her subtleties over the next several days, to the point where she stopped trying to reach out to you from the darkness gathering within her. This was how the bureau envisioned you ending your journey with us, your guilt.”

I think I could understand this well enough, the first morning I was instantly craving the next day and reaching 5 inches, it’s all I could think about. What I didn’t quite understand was what he said about Stacy, I knew she had a lot going on, we’d talked about mental health, but things seemed to be going so well for her. What would happen that would make me feel guilty? Why did this sound kinda sinister? Rather than interrupting, I waited for Michael to continue.

“That’s further backed up by what you just told me, you were supposed to never see what you had as enough, wanting more and more, until you hurt others around you.”

It hurt me to think I was capable of ignoring a friend, I truly loved Stacy, I had affirmed that I would always protect her just yesterday, how could this path be so different? I could see why Michael was worried.

“That was just the beginning, you’d stop speaking to anyone, your friends, family, everyone. You’d sleep as much as possible to skip to the following morning. Your brunch friends would try to intervene, showing up at your apartment to get you to talk, and you’d flip out at them, not realising your own strength and accidentally hurting Richard. They would promptly leave, afraid of you, and all you’d be able to do was think about the next morning, getting more to fill the increasing void within.” Michael seemed to be struggling to continue, he stopped and took a few breaths.

I was heartbroken hearing this, I didn’t want to know how, or why I ended up physically hurting someone I cared so much about. The more I heard, the more off this all seemed, was Michael supposed to tell me any of this? Or would it not matter? They could edit anything away they didn’t like, Michael had confirmed it.

“And now the elephant in the room. Dale.” He broke the growing silence, and continued sharing what he knew.

“None of your interactions with Dale were correct, according to our projections, at the very least, we expected you to raise your voice at Dale, unable to think of any reasons for your changes and provoking Dale further, your shouting would alert colleagues walking by the elevator and the doors would be opened, catching Dale red handed, lunging at you like the beast he is, and leading to his dismissal. He wasn’t supposed to see you again until a week later, when you were so clearly bigger and better than him in all aspects. He would, frankly, lose his shit and try to attack you with everything he had. It was only then when you overpowered him easily that you would finally get an inkling that maybe you had enough, but you ultimately wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from continuing for a further week.”

On one hand, it was nice to know my quick thinking in the elevator and how that played out was all me, silver linings...but, this all sounded increasingly out of character, why would I do any of this? This wasn’t who I am. The EEB prides itself on knowing its candidates inside and out, how could they get this so wrong?

Michael hesitated, took a deep breath, and continued. “Stacy was supposed to be the driving force that showed you the way, you’d snap at her one day, completely obliterating your already rapidly deteriorating relationship with her. She would completely close down, she’d stop sleeping, eating and her husband would shut down, unable to deal with what was happening to her. She would not show up to work for a couple of days, her vulnerability and history of mental illnesses. You’d find her at your local hospital on your final day with EEP. Your guilt would cause you to stop.”

I hadn’t expected such twisted and dark turns, I found myself holding back tears.

“You were never meant to see Dale at the gym, he was never supposed to try to use his endowment to attempt to intimidate you, and you were never supposed to stand up for yourself—And finally show yourself that same kindness you showed others. I believe what you have done should always have been your path, you healed yourself from within, I saw it with my own eyes!” Michael finished, the light in his eyes had completely faded, and he stood, staring at me with a distinct sadness. “You already know, but I shouldn’t be here telling you any of this,” he added.

Hearing all this for the first time was rough. I didn’t know I could be capable of this, it didn’t sound like me at all.

My journey, and my feelings about it aside, there was a more pressing matter.

“Can they find out that you’ve just told me all of this?” I asked, concerned for Michael.

“No. Well, yes. It’s complicated,” he replied.

“Okay, why don’t you try explaining it to me?” I asked.

“We are audited once every three months, all our interactions with candidates are recorded and an auditor will comb through every aspect of our time with candidates to ensure we are professional and stick to the candidate’s journey. No exceptions. There’s only been one instance where someone was found to have broken the rules. They were edited out of existence. That’s why audits are pretty infrequent. They know no one wants to have literally never existed.” Michael began tearing up.

I brought him into my embrace, and he sobbed. I couldn’t comprehend everything he had just told me, but one thing was clear. I was going to do everything I could to save Michael. I just wasn’t quite sure how I could help yet, I tried thinking of ways I could help, but my thoughts were interrupted feeling Michael move in my embrace.

“You seemed like any other candidate when I first laid eyes on you,” Michael croaked, looking up at me.

“But I knew as soon as we spoke. You’re different. The path chosen for you couldn’t have been right, I think if I’m really, really honest... they... they never feel right.” He exhaled, as though he had finally admitted something he had felt for a very, very long time.

“Michael, are you saying all candidate journeys are like this? Does everyone end up losing who they are or hurt themselves and others or something?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer.

“No! No...it wasn’t always like this. At least, I don’t think so, maybe? I’m having trouble recalling my previous candidates… But, maybe in the last 100 years I’ve noticed more and more paths that made me a bit uncomfortable. But candidates always followed their path, with almost no variations whatsoever. These people undoubtedly changed as they gained what they’d always wanted most, not always for the better, but, everything was explained and justified by their path. I want to believe in what we do for people and in the EEB.” Michael maintained closeness and eye contact with me as he recalled his experiences with other candidates.

Despite the turmoil he faced and how serious this all was, I couldn’t deny it any longer. Michael was gorgeous. His golden hair, the gold flecks in his large, emotive eyes, his soft and beautiful lips. He’d changed again, he was more youthful, I’d guessed he was the same age as me, maybe slightly younger.

Not wishing to act inappropriately, I guided Michael back to stand on his own two feet. I couldn’t help but notice though, there was a hardness to his body, on closer inspection, he really did fill out the tailored suit he’d worn since I’d known him. I stopped myself thinking about this any further, his literal existence was at stake, there had to be some stone left unturned.

“How do we stop auditors finding out what you’ve done? We can’t let them erase you from existence. Surely there’s something we could do?” I asked, hoping for a miracle.

“There’s...nothing I can do. This interaction is, well, think of it like it’s a file uploading to the internet, that kind of thing,” he explained as best he could using terms I’d understand.

“Michael...do you...” I started, unsure how to phrase it. “Don’t you have abilities to edit things yourself? I noticed when we met you could change how I felt, you’ve clearly stopped time for this review, which is kind of insane… what else can you do?” I asked, wondering about the possibilities of all these abilities.

“Well, yes. But, hmm, basically it’s like I have certain permissions on what I can and can’t do, I can edit some stuff like people’s emotions, providing I inform them afterwards. I can briefly stop time like you say. Oh, I can change my appearance to what the EEB thinks candidates want to see. But that’s locked in as soon as we take candidates on, it doesn’t change until we move onto the next candidate.” He gestured to himself, which caused me to raise an eyebrow.

“What?” he asked.

“What do you look like right now Michael?” I replied.

“Aha, yeah, well I’m a finely dressed older gentleman of course, bu-but! Normally I look a lot younger! Around your age if I had to guess,” he replied, wanting to make it clear he wasn’t as old as he looked, completely skipping over the fact he was some sort of eternal being and likely thousands of years old.

Bingo.

“Michael, You might wanna take a look in the mirror.”

After our recent revelations about Michael, he realised he had more control than he thought. It seemed he would be able to change his fate, so he halted what he called the upload. Then some other stuff I didn’t understand, he also poofed and reappeared through my window a couple of times, saying something about breadcrumbs. I did my best to keep up, and we concocted a plan together, though, he did all the work. I just prompted him with questions every so often, which seemed to inspire new ideas, I guess.

After all was said and done, and I almost understood the plan, he turned to the clock, and just as I thought he was about to restart time so we could enact the plan, he paused, looking at me with sadness in his eyes.

“I can’t let you remember everything,” he said, matter of factly. Looking away from me and brushing away a couple of tears before they could travel down his cheek.

He expected me to be surprised, or maybe even upset? But I knew I was part of forces I couldn’t comprehend, and likely, a liability to our survival.

“It’s okay, I think I figured that out a few minutes ago,” I replied, smiling warmly at him.

“With me editing the uh, upload? Basically, you can’t have any recollection of anything I’ve told you. Not about you being off your journey, the discourse at the EEB, the plan we have now, none of it. It’ll be the smoking gun the EEB will come looking for. But that’s not really why I’m upset.” Michael looked down, took a deep breath, and continued.

“They will likely reassign me after today, not because they suspect anything yet, but because they know I have feelings for you. That’s a big fat nope in our line of work.

“Oh...I, I see...” I replied, suddenly filled with a heavy pang of sadness in my stomach. I really liked Michael too, but I suppose it would be impossible to have any sort of fling, let alone a relationship, with whatever Michael was.

“I’m gonna go off the radar completely though, and no one’s going to know why, they’ll take one look at me and know I’m no longer restricted by permissions, that’ll be another smoking gun—don’t worry about this though, I’ve got a plan for this too, but…it’s complicated.” He smiled, I shook my head and laughed through my nose, everything he’d been saying for the past however long it had been was complicated.

“You will remember me up until this morning, but tomorrow there will be someone else, you won’t question it, they’ll edit that and, well, I’ll probably have to edit all of today away so things are seamless. Sorry, I know that’s a bit shitty,” he continued.

“There’s something else, I’m not sure how, I think it has to do with your being off your journey, but, I think your mind’s able to resist EEB colleague abilities somehow, I don’t know how it works, or what you’re shielded from exactly, but I suppose we’re going to find out, but…we’re out of time.” He sighed once again.

“I’m afraid that, at least for now, this is goodbye,” he said, frowning. “I’ve provided facts and statistics that should satisfy the bureau. Once the next colleague shows up, they will undoubtedly be suspicious, and will probably call in an auditor to review things. I expect they will interview you personally. That’s assuming there’s nothing else going on, of course, I’m still hoping this is just the first and only mistake we will ever make at the EEB.

Tomorrow you’ll just continue your journey, it won’t play out like I said it would, you’re in uncharted territory, the bureau won’t admit to anything, I think I already know you’re going to ruffle feathers even though you won’t remember any of this, you’re so perceptive, but, I think you’re going to be key to getting to the bottom of this, no matter what happens.” With that Michael moved from his seat, walked over to me, moved in for a hug.

Given that I would soon lose all memories of this, I decided to just go for it, big fat nopes be damned.

I turned to meet his face, and kissed him on the lips.

He was initially surprised, but leaned in and reciprocated.

It was possibly the most passionate kiss I’d ever shared with a man. Er, man-like, ageless-entity? I honestly wasn’t sure of anything now. All I do know is that kiss rocked me to my core, the way his tongue danced around mine, the electricity we shared.

It was beautiful, and then it was over, Michael pulled away.

“Thank you sir, for everything.” He rested his forehead on mine, and snapped his fingers.

I woke up to my alarm going off, a distant memory of me screaming “No,” retreated into an endless fog. I found a whole day had passed. I wanted to be confused about what had happened. I felt an immense, but fleeting sadness, it was rapidly replaced by joy for the day I’d had yesterday. I found that any doubts I had about my memories of what happened the day before quickly melted away.

I’d gone to work, it had been a day just like any other, Stacy was showing more of her goofball self to me, and I loved every second, it was an unseasonably warm day so we decided we’d have lunch together, and go for a little walk around the park. There was even ice cream! I then had the best workout of my life, with no Dale in the way. I got super horny after my workout and pulled out my 7 inch prick right in the middle of the gym, I’d been there so long, I was the only person left, it was hot as fuck and risky, but it felt gooooood.

I smiled at the day I’d had, before noticing something a bit odd. My nipples weren’t covered by my sheets. I looked down and saw why. One, the sheet was pinned under my larger, meaty feet and pulled down by my longer legs and body. Two. My prodigious dick was tenting my sheets once again, hoisting up more fabric than I thought possible. I felt a chill on my nipples, which caused them to harden. I tugged at them a little, causing a wet patch to form at the head of my tentpole.

I couldn’t believe I’d reached 8 inches, it was odd to think that this was Dale’s state completely soft. But still, I found all of this incredibly sexy and intoxicating.

I brushed my hands down my body, pulling off the sheets as my hands explored my endless pecs and cobblestone abs, until I met my glorious manhood. For the first time ever, I grabbed hold of my meat with both hands, my fingers almost not able to meet my thumbs and the head of my dick almost peeking through the top of my grasp. I didn’t get to start jerking, the sight of my fat cock in my hands was enough to make me erupt, almost without warning, my cock fired like a geyser, one big continuous shot of cum coated my entire chest and neck, the next shot hit my face, the next arched over my head, hitting the headboard behind me. This carried on for half a minute, I tried to count the shots but my earth-shattering orgasm made it difficult to concentrate. I lost count at about 14 ropes.

I lay there, breathless, completely impressed by how much of my massive body I’d been able to cover with my seed. It even smelled good, if it wasn’t completely gross, I’d have considered not showering and just letting the scent of my cream sit on my skin.

I shifted myself up, feeling the signs of protest from my bed. I had a theory that on top of what I was already getting from the EEB, the intensity of my workouts were contributing to my increasing mass. I rose to my full 6’8 height, stretching towards the ceiling and marvelling at how close I was to being able to reach it.

As I’d grown accustomed, I made my way to the bathroom to grab my scales, completely forgetting my new stature, my feet thumped along the floor, causing some lighter furniture nearby to shake slightly. I stepped into the bathroom, smacking the top of my head against the doorframe, simultaneously, I clipped my elbows against the sides of the doorframe. I winced, irritated by my clumsiness, before gazing back at the door frame and realising I was now too large both in height and width to simply walk through. The height wasn’t too much of a surprise, but my stinging elbows were an indication of how much space I now took up, it astonished me, how large was I going to end up?

I cleaned myself off, picked up my scales and gingerly walked back through to the bedroom. It was once again time for some measurements.

Height: 6’7 → 6’8
Weight: 262 → 289 pounds
Arms: 21.5 → 22 inches
Chest: 58 → 59 inches
Waist: 33 → 33.5 inches
Quads: 30.5 → 31 inches
Length: 7 → 8 inches
Girth: 6 → 6.5 inches
Shoe size: 12.5 → 13

What had my immediate attention was my weight, I’d put on nearly 30 pounds overnight. That kind of gain should have left me with horrific stretch marks, but as I inspected myself, I could see no signs of this, my skin was flawless. It had taken on a slightly golden hue, which was certainly welcome, I looked like I’d been kissed by the sun.

I rose out of my chair, feeling it groan. I’d need a new chair, my ass cheeks were already spilling over the edges, and if this continued, I reckoned I’d need steel girders to reinforce everything I owned soon.

“Having fun thinking about your future, dear?” A sultry voice greeted me as I stood. I jolted back slightly at the presence of this stranger, bouncing the chair away from my legs from the involuntary movement. Michael and I had grown closer, so I was usually ready for him to make an appearance, but this caught me off guard.

“Where’s Michael?” I asked as I turned to greet whoever was behind me.

“You sweet man, worrying about a dear colleague of mine,” she replied, she was attractive, I suppose, but I didn’t really pay much attention to her, I didn’t really care who she was or what she looked like, I just had an overwhelming desire to know Michael’s whereabouts.

“What’s happened to him?” I probed.

“Hmm, I see,” she crossed her arms.

“Michael has been reassigned,” she stated, matter-of-factly. “My name is Rouge, I’ll be overseeing your journey with us for the time being.” Her style befit the name, she was wearing a deep red lipstick. Her grey eyes contained hints of red, and her long, auburn hair framed her symmetry. Her skin was porcelain, giving her face a mask-like appearance. Her body was thin, almost skeletal, a loose, red silk blouse draped off her left shoulder, which was covered by a huge tattoo of a closed eye. The blouse was tucked in to her skin-tight leather trousers, a thin gold belt broke up her outfit, which accentuated her petite waist.

I felt a great unease, unsure about the person standing before me. I opened my mouth to speak, but thought better of it. There was no use asking questions about Michael, I was completely untrusting of this woman, I doubted she would provide truthful answers.

“Do you mind if I get some clothes?” I asked, before I could move, she snapped her fingers, a hissing red heat emanated from her hand as her eyes a flashed crimson red, and I was enveloped in a long, red silk robe. Whoever or whatever these people are, they seem to love using silk.

“Why was Michael reassigned? What does that mean exactly?” Despite knowing I wouldn’t get an answer I was satisfied with, I decided I’d try anyway.

Rather than answering, she just stared at me blankly. I could feel my thoughts about her and feelings about Michael shift ever so slightly.

“No,” I announced firmly, staring into her fiery eyes.

Her face finally changed. She seemed mildly surprised.

“Now this is interesting, I know you’re aware of our abilities, but to feel my presence in your mind and reality, and outwardly reject it? Now that is curious indeed, my dear.” She tapped her own elbow with her index finger, mulling over what she would do with this information.

Maybe I shouldn’t have fought against her? But I wanted to feel my feelings, unedited.

“To reiterate, Michael has been reassigned. This happens. It’s not your fault. You wouldn’t care if you’d let me in.”

She inhaled sharply through her nose, and changed the subject. “So, will you be continuing with us today?” she asked.

I looked over at my open notebook. I had enough, I had everything I wanted. I didn’t need more.

“Yes,” I found myself saying. I wasn’t sure why, but I felt compelled to continue. The growth felt good, sure, but I’d been given so much already, why would I say yes to continuing? I knew I had enough.

“Hm. Interesting indeed, my dear. Very well.” Without another word, she moved towards the window.

For someone who looked so fiery, she sure was cold. Then again, I hadn’t exactly made a great first impression myself.

I walked back over to my desk, closing my notebook, and got myself ready for work. My clothes felt quite restricting, and I kicked myself for not asking Rouge for new clothes. Another pang of sadness hit me, Michael never needed to be asked.

My commute and my work went by without a hitch. I periodically thought of Michael, I wasn’t sure why I was so bothered by his reassignment. I felt some sort of desperation over something that had happened, but I had no idea what.

Everything seemed to be going really well with the project I was working on. Once 5pm came, I made my way to the office gym, just like always.

Tonight I felt like focusing on my arms, wasn’t sure why, I was normally pretty rigid in my workout plans. Tonight though, I just felt like trying something new. I immediately felt the difference, my body responded, giving me the strength to reach even greater heights in terms of PBs. With each bicep curl, a different part of Michael flashed in my mind, his beautiful face, his tight, compact body, his firm, round asscheeks. I hadn’t realised how much I had fallen for him. Certain things didn’t add up though, wasn’t he an old guy? The face and body I could see in my memories was much more youthful. And I still couldn’t get past this gnawing feeling that I had forgotten something really important.

I forgot how many curls I was up to, but I’d not stopped pumping the entire time I was lost in my thoughts, I switched arms and continued. Trying to piece together yesterday’s events. What me and Michael had discussed in the morning, anything I could think of that might explain why he was reassigned. But every time I tried, my thoughts shifted back to the park, to the ice cream Stacy and I shared. Before long, I stopped thinking altogether, and got back into my reps.

About halfway through my workout, Dale walked in. I wasn’t really sure what to expect, he seemed pretty humiliated since the last time we spoke. I’d heard from the rumour mill that he’d also fumbled a pretty big deal with a client. I wasn’t sure what Dale was doing, but I didn’t really care, I just wanted to carry on with my workout.

Once I finished, I racked up my weights and headed to the showers. Dale appeared again.

He seemed to have more sense this time, announcing himself and opting to keep his massive dong under wraps. I turned to face him, but didn’t speak. I thought it best to let Dale say whatever cruel thing he could muster up to feel better about himself.

“I’m...” He paused, unsure of himself.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking at the floor.

Out of everything Dale had ever done, including ambushing me in the stalls last week with his enormous manhood, this left me completely flabbergasted.

“You’re...sorry?” I questioned.

“Y-yes,” he replied, slightly surer of himself.

“After the other night, I went home, and, I dunno I was just so angry, but I was also really fucking embarrassed. I’m. Well. I’m not familiar with feeling like this, or feeling embarrassed. Everything I’ve ever set my mind to I’ve always achieved. I always was the best, I always had to be the best. I don’t think you understand that. I have to be the best.” He still couldn’t look at me.

It didn’t really take much for me to connect the dots, someone in his life had clearly pushed him too hard for too long, and his erratic behaviour was the outcome. I didn’t speak, but my assumption loomed over as he continued.

“My… father. he died last week,” he said, somewhat emotionlessly.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that Dale, were you and your father close?” I asked, trying not to push too hard. I was still under the shower, I’d put my hands over my dick to keep myself a little covered, but I didn’t want to move too much. Dale seemed like a deer, any quick movement and he would dart away. I could tell he needed this, so I just stood there, waiting.

“When he paid attention to me, it was like the sun had come out on a dark day.” I certainly wasn’t expecting Dale to be poetic.

He continued: “But, it was like he was torturing me with his kindness, he would snatch the light away and leave me in the dark, until I did something, anything that pleased him. The more I achieved, the more aggressive I was, the more unrelenting I became, the more my father would turn to me. But each time was shorter than the last. Eventually, it seemed like nothing I did was enough anymore. It’s why I got this job, I wanted to show him I could strike it out on my own, make loads of money for someone else, show him what he was missing.” Dale began to tear up at this point.

“But it still wasn’t enough. If anything, it turned him further away, he was so mad at me for not taking over the family business, that I wouldn’t take on his legacy. In his final few weeks, he sold off all his assets, gave everything to my younger stepbrother and sister. I never cared about any of that, I just wanted to spend time with my dad. I wanted him to share the same kindness you share so willingly with everyone. You shared that kindness with me once, it reminded me too much of what it felt like when my dad showed me any form of attention, you were so freely sharing your kindness with me, there were no hoops to jump through, and comparing the two experiences filled me up with so much anger. I also thought you were trying to come onto me, so I spat your shake out hoping it would stop you thinking of me like that, but I just didn’t think any of it through, and then you just ignored me after that, it felt too late to fix it and I couldn’t handle another person I looked up to ignoring me.”

I was a bit taken back by his confession, whilst, yay, my assumption about Dale was correct, it didn’t really make it any easier to hear. I hadn’t quite realised that I was a role model to Dale, it must have hurt that I had rejected him. Despite being a couple of years older than me, he had lacked maturity, and right now, I could see he was a 10 year old kid again who just wanted his father to love him unconditionally.

“Dale, I’m—”

“Please, let me finish, I don’t deserve you being nice to me after how I’ve behaved. I just wanted to say how sorry I am, I’ve actually got myself booked into therapy, I’m heading over there right after this. But I wanted to get this out now before I went, so you wouldn’t think I was just apologising because some therapist said so,” he finished, and looked at me for the first time.

I was suddenly aware again I was still stood in the shower, completely naked, the water had long stopped so there wasn’t even any steam to provide a hint of cover. It made this conversation a lot more awkward than it needed to be.

I quickly grabbed a towel and whipped it around my waist, it barely provided enough coverage, my thighs and ass took up too much space, but it was enough to at least claw back a little modesty. Dale didn’t move from where he stood, he was still staring at the floor.

Once I composed myself I began, “Dale, I’m so sorry this happened to you, and I’m grateful you’ve apologised.” his face began to light up.

I continued, “But, it’s not just me you need to apologise to, is it? You’ve been pretty unsavoury to so many people, yeah I might have got the brunt of it but still, you owe it to yourself and to me to make this right with everyone. You see that, right?” He looked back down, taking in what I’d said.

“Do. Yeah.. Do you think you could forgive me?” he asked, looking up at me again, hopeful I would say yes.

“Did you hear what I asked Dale? You have to know what’s most important here.” I almost felt like I was gently parenting him.

“No, yeah, no dude totally, you’re absolutely right, I’m n-not tryna dodge that, I-I know I need to make things right. But we both know I had to start with you,” he replied, holding back tears.

“Dale, I was always gonna accept your apology. I think you know that, wouldn’t be very kind of me not to would it?” I winked and laughed softly, and for the first time this evening, I saw Dale relax.

“Th-ank you. I—” He couldn’t get any more words out, he began sobbing uncontrollably, yet another surprise from the enigma that is Dale.

I approached him and gave him a hug. He turned into me, shielding himself from the world. It was nice in a way.

“Therapy is a big step, I’m proud of you Dale!” I whispered, he held on tighter and that’s when I felt it.

“D...Dale?”

“...”

“Dale, are you hard right now?”

Dale looked up at me, slowly. A couple of tears streamed down his face, I could see him panicking.

“It’s fine, don’t worry, it happens, you’re safe, it’s all good I was just a bit surprised,” I hushed, reassuring him.

He relaxed, managing to pull himself away and regain some of his composure.

Then, rather unexpectedly, he stipped down to his undies, his enormous bulge looked angry. He pulled down his briefs and his giant steel beam pinged up, slapping his wall of abs with a loud thud.

He walked over to me and tentatively lifted his hand towards my pec, hovering over it. He looked into my eyes, expectantly.

I grabbed his hand, and massaged it into my pec. He groaned, wanking fervently. His pecs danced involuntary with his movements, he’s breathing was sharp.

I let go of his hand to grab my own increasingly prestigious cock, it was still a couple of inches smaller than Dale’s, but I realised we had about the same thickness now.

We stood, the only noise filling the shower room was our heavy breathing. Dale’s hand moved it’s way over to my biceps, I raised it and flexed, his grip was strong, but my arm was far stronger.

Another long moan escaped Dale’s lips, he was completely transfixed by my bicep, his grip relented and he trailed the veins in my peak with his finger, towards my huge meaty shoulders. His hand rested there as he looked back down as our dicks.

“F-fuck!” he suddenly yelled out, cumming all over my dick and abs. That was more than enough to send me over the edge too. I covered him and me in my seed.

We didn’t say anything to each other, we simply stared into each other’s eyes. I could see post-nut clarity wash over him, eye broke eye contact and moved towards a showerhead adjacent to mine and washed himself off. I did the same, I wanted to look at Dale and speak to him about what had just happened. But I had my own conflicting feelings about it, we’d just had this really emotive conversation and then did that? I worried I’d taken advantage of Dale’s vulnerability in some way, but then, he was the one to initiate this so I guess it was what he wanted to do?

He was really quick, and had put on most of his clothes by the time I finished showering. I wrapped myself back up in my towel, which was still barely covering everything it needed to.

I enjoyed what had happened, I think maybe Dale did too, he was the first to speak.

“Well, that was… I enjoyed that I can’t lie… Dude, do you have any idea how much I want what’s happening to you?” he asked, but didn’t wait for an answer.

“I’ve always been huge, I was always bigger than all my peers growing up, everyone would laugh about my donkey dick, but I could see that most guys, unless they were hung too, always had a glint of jealousy in their eyes. I loved it. It’s probably a bit fucked up, I dunno, I’m hoping the therapist will have some insight,” he mused.

I’d begun to hear a faint crackling noise off in the distance, somewhere, it sounded like it was coming from behind Dale, but then it was behind me, no, towards my right? I was trying not to get distracted by it as Dale continued.

“But like, even when I reached 6’5, I still wanted more, more muscle, more dick, more everything. I’d fantasise about it instead of watching porn, I never got harder than when I thought about being bigger—not even when I had girls bouncing up and down on my dick. For me, being bigger meant more success, more attention, more pride.

Being this close to you, seeing how big you’ve gotten. I don’t think I could help what just happened, I know I’m not gay really, I’ve no desire to kiss you or do anything like that with you, it just bones me up seeing how much bigger you are now when you were literally shorter and smaller than me a few days ago. Just look at you dude! You’re fucking gigantic! I guess I just, I so desperately want what you’re experiencing, so being so near what I’ve always fantasised about just got me a bit too hot and bothered...” He trailed off, not saying anything further, I knew a question hung in the air, he wanted to ask how any of this was possible, what secret had I uncovered, just, any morsel of information that could help make his fantasies reality.

I knew I couldn’t tell him, even if I wanted to. Just like in those corny horror movies, I felt I was being watched. The crackling was growing in intensity. It wouldn’t have mattered what I tried to say, it was likely whatever came out of my mouth next wouldn’t be my words anyway. I could no longer think, the crackling had become so loud, I tried not to shout over it as I broke the silence.

“I...Dale, I understand. I would try to explain, but I can’t, thkkrrrrrccccczzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.” a staticy, crackling noise spewed forth from my mouth, all I could hear was static, it sounded almost like a waterfall, but more distorted. It felt like it was all around us, it was all I could see and hear for a few seconds. The walls, and floor, all began to shift and change, static clung to every surface. I looked over at Dale, who was white as a ghost. The bottom of my stomach fell through, I realised Dale could see this, too. I tried to call out to him, but we were both consumed my overwhelming noise, white, grey, black, chaotically dancing across my vision, in my head, it permeated all my senses.

And then suddenly, silence, I had simply blinked, and there was Dale, standing exactly where he was moments ago.

“Do you have any idea how much I want what you have?” he asked, but didn’t wait for an answer.

“I’ve always been huge, I was always bigger than all my peers...”

Wait. This has already happened? What was happenkkkkktttttzzzzzchhhhhhzzzzzzzzzzzzz-

More static, more noise, it was hard to do, say, even think, anything.

“Being this close to you, seeing how khtzzz}=monumentally mountainous!={/kzz you are. I don’t think I can help it, I know I’m not gay, I’ve no desire to kiss you or do anything like that with you, but I desperately want to be as big as you some day, it just bones me up thinking about it is all heh.” Dale snorted with that last comment.

This was, wrong? Why was he—?

“But heh, whatever bro I guess my dick is a bit bigger than yours right? Hahaha, I still got a little something over the giant of the office haha! Anyway, no homo, our balls didn’t touch so I’m not gay now right? Haha,” he quipped, suddenly much brighter than the emotional Dale I had just witnessed a few minutes ago.

“Nah I’m just messin’, thanks for hearing me out and being so cool about me feeling you up a bit, hey I’ll cya round.” Dale smiled, and turned around to leave.

“Wha...wait? Dale, erm.” I thought for a moment, this wasn’t making sense.

“Yeah?” He stopped and cocked an eyebrow.

“Erm. Just uh, let me know how therapy goes, you know if you want to.” I smiled, despite my confusion over what was happening.

“Therapy?” He looked at me quizzically. “Oh, you mean my sports massage later this week? …Sure bro yeah I’ll uh, keep you posted if you really want.” Dale continued walking away. “Later!” he called out.

What had just happened? One minute he was confessing his tragic past and his deepest desires, and the next he was like a sitcom frat bro? This couldn’t be reality, Dale was the only person who could see me changing, and now suddenly he’s just talking about how big I am as though I’ve always been this size?

And that static? It was obvious what had happened, but my memory was foggy, certain facts about the events of the last 20 minutes were covered in static, it didn’t matter how much I tried to recall what was now missing, I could never see through the noise. But, should I have been able to remember any of what I saw? The room we were in being lost to the noisy chaotic static? That whole interaction had clearly been edited, but it like I was in the editing room able to see the footage being changed, I couldn’t make sense of the memories I was allowed to keep, compared to those taken away. This felt, well. Sloppy, and rushed.

What I really didn’t like was Dale seemed to turn over a new leaf, he was finally maturing and owning his shit, wanting to better himself by seeking professional help. But then suddenly, sports massage? Why would they do that? What would the point of that be?

I hadn’t realised, but I was now already on my way home. I could have sworn I was still showering but thoughts of that quickly got swapped out with rain hitting the bus’s window panes.

I’m not sure who was on editing duty tonight, but was it their first day? More than that though, our lives seemed so easy to adjust on the fly to suit whatever narrative the EEB wanted. Should anyone really have that kind of power?

I blinked, and suddenly it was darkness. I was in bed, it was now 11pm. I wasn’t ready to sleep, I’d only just finished my conversation with Dale a few moments ago.

A deep lethargy washed over me, gone were the gentle waves of calm I’d experienced the last few nights, quietly guiding me to a restful slumber. This felt altogether different, sinister.

I wanted to fight this feeling but every time I tried more and more paralysing drowsiness washed over me. Whatever happened next, I had to try and remember what happened, I had to remember...damn it! What was it? I fell unconscious after the final, and biggest wave came. A pulse of inertia shot into me like an injection, sleep immediately consuming me whole.

I woke up groggily, like I had been out drinking, the most horrific hangover I’d ever experienced. Had I been drinking last night? My thoughts were fuzzy, it’s like they were covered in static, stopping me from remembering clearly.

I moved my arm to itch my pec, and pain radiated through my arm, the surprise of it made me arch my back, causing rippling pain to explode through my entire body. It’s as though all the workouts I’d done had stockpiled, giving me the worse DOMS anyone had ever experienced.

And yet, despite how I felt, there was my dick, impressively tenting my sheets once again.

I slowly turned to force myself out of bed, the sooner I moved, the better I would feel. Intense pains rocked my body, my heartbeat could be felt in my head, it thumped, overwhelmingly, to the point I could hear, feel and see it in my vision.

What on earth happened? Maybe if I just followed the same steps as before, I’d be able to lessen whatever was affecting me. I slowly stumbled over to the bathroom, which worked in my apartment’s favour. Every thump of my big feet felt like they sent small shockwaves through me and throughout the bedroom, I felt sorry for my downstairs neighbours.

I finally arrived at the bathroom door, my eye level was rising higher each morning, I now had the top of the door frame blocking some of the view of the adjoining room. If I wasn’t in so much pain, I’d probably be on my way to an orgasm. My dick protested, spurting out some pre, but I was too wracked in pain to get myself off now.

I leaned over, reaching for the scales, that was a mistake. The pain in my head lurched forward. It felt like my head was a cup, containing my brain which was floating in a pool of poison and if I wasn’t careful, the contents of my skull would spill out onto my bathroom floor. I got the scales and slowly rose back to my full, imposing height. I caught a reflection of myself in the small bathroom mirror above the sink, which was now too low down for me to effectively make use of. My pecs looked truly monstrous, I could lose stationery down my cleavage! I’m fairly sure my dick was injecting its thoughts into my head to try to get me to jerk myself off, but, unfortunately for my dick, it wasn’t working.

I gingerly walked back into the bedroom, I had to both hunch down slightly and turn to one side to clear the doorway. My dick once again spurted out in approval. As happy as I was looking down at it, for the first time in a week, I kind of hoped my erection would go away on its own accord.

Finally reaching my desk, I got to work measuring things out. As I measured, my dick very slowly deflated, until it was 6 inches soft.

Height: 6’8 → 6’9
Weight: 289 → 302 pounds
Arms: 22 → 23 inches
Chest: 59 → 60 inches
Waist: 33.5 → 34 inches
Quads: 31 → 32 inches
Length: 8 → 9 inches
Girth: 6.5 → 7 inches
Shoe size: 13 → 14

I stared unblinking at the page, I’d blown right past 300? I was expecting things to start slowing down, but if anything they were increasing more. Maybe it was time to put an end to this, I was starting to feel like I took up too much space.

As though my chair overheard me, the back legs snapped. I crashed to the floor, pain reverberated through me, to the point of me crying out and squeezing my eyes shut.

As the pain subsided somewhat, I slowly started to move, and could feel the unmistakable smoothness of silk. Gleefully, my eyes shot open, only to be greeted by a sea of red as I looked down at my body. I can’t remember why silk was significant, and why its touch made me so happy until I saw the colour, but red only meant one thing. Rouge had returned.

“Having fun dear?” I tilted my head backwards, seeing an upside down version of Rouge who was sitting, leant back with her legs crossed on a chaise longue, it was adorned with golden skulls, with red rubies in the eye sockets. Maybe she liked the look of it but I found it a bit garish.

“So, so much Rouge, you’ve no idea,” I quipped.

“Oh, on the contrary dear, I know all too well,” she hissed. This was new, aggression from a colleague of the EEB? How bad were things getting?

I rolled over into an upright position, sitting on my ass, and leaned back onto my elbows. It was as much as I could muster given the pain I was still in.

“What you’re feeling, dear? That’s just a fraction of the pain we feel, the chaos you’ve caused can be felt in every corner of the bureau.” As if to further her point, she snapped her fingers, and the pain increased tenfold.

“Gaaarrrgggghhhhaaaaaahhhhhhhhwwwww!” I screamed out in pain. What on earth was Rouge doing to me?! Surely this went against their precious rules and protocols.

“Going to tell me ‘no’ again, dear? No, I think not,” she sneered, snapping her fingers once more, the red scorch her snap produced lighting her mask-like features briefly.

The pain, thankfully, lessened and I was at least able to fully focus on Rouge. This demanded my attention, I could sense my mind was off limits to her, she couldn’t access my thoughts, I’d proved it yesterday when I blocked her out, and I think she was still pissed about it. Perhaps I could use it to my advantage, maybe I could outplay her somehow.

“Well, thanks for that Rouge, although, I’m not entirely sure what I’ve done to deserve such generosity.” I forced myself to smile through the pain, coyly.

“Well, I suppose you don’t, dear, I imagine your recent memories are covered in so much static, it’s a wonderful sight is it not my darling? The way the grey, black and white chaotically dances across your memories because, well, there’s simply nothing else to show. It’s a delight to behold darling, it mimics our enchantments perfectly,” she hissed as she spoke, leering at me like I was her prey, she was simply toying with me before she would devour me whole.

“Thank you so very much for the insight, perhaps you’d like to help, maybe undo whatever butcher has hacked out my memories?” I asked, hoping this would irritate her. I knew I was dealing with something evil, if I was gonna go down, I might as well go down with a few witty remarks.

Her nostrils flared and she winced, I think I was hitting a sore spot of hers. “You’d like that I’m sure, but as we’ve discovered, it seems I’m unqualified to deal with the mess in your head dear, perhaps I could try snapping my fingers again?” she retorted, and snapped her fingers once more. I expected pain, but instead, every part of my being shifted slightly. Confused, I looked over to my left, my notebook was still open, but there were new stats there written in red, it resembled blood.

Height: 6’9 → 6’10
Weight: 302 → 319 pounds
Arms: 23 → 24 inches
Chest: 60 → 62 inches
Waist: 34 → 35 inches
Quads: 32 → 32.5 inches
Length: 9 → 10 inches
Girth: 7 → 7.5 inches
Shoe size: 14 → 15

As I filled out, pain once again slammed into every fibre of my being, I bit into my tongue, drawing blood. Anything to prevent making a sound, I couldn’t show weakness, not right now.

I took a few, long breaths, and spoke, noticing my voice was deeper “yeah, Rouge, it’s not looking good for me, is it? Since you’re probably gonna, I dunno, rip off my head and lay eggs in my neck or something, why don’t you answer some of my questions?” I looked back at her, a sinister smile spread across her otherwise unmoving face.

“Sounds delightful dear, why don’t we give it a try, see what happens?” She uncrossed her legs and leaned over, resting her elbows on her knees, and clasped her hands together. She stared at me intensely, she said just two words “ask away.”

“You’re an auditor, aren’t you?” I began.

“Very astute, but I am not just an auditor dear, I am the head of the Enhancements and Enchantments Bureau, there is no higher ranking officer darling, next?” she replied.

“What is the purpose of the EEB, really? There’s something wrong with my journey, isn’t there? Am I even on a path anymore? Do you even know?” I asked these questions like I was firing a shotgun, just hoping one shell would strike, I was hoping to hit her ego, I seemed to have a reaction before.

“You’re a clever one, aren’t you darling. Throughout my existence, you have been my single failing. I never anticipated that a human, of all things, would be able to comprehend our ways, much less defy them. You have no idea what we’ve done for you. As a species, the more you gained, the more you lost. I tire of upholding something I haven’t believed in for millennia, there is a higher calling for the bureau, an order to the chaos, something you threaten to unravel. No matter the consequences, I will ensure you remain my one and only mistake for the rest of eternity.”

“Wha—”

“It’s my turn now darling, don’t be rude,” she cut me off, wagging her finger as if to say ‘nah ah ahh!’

“Why don’t you tell me what occurred here two days ago with my darling colleague? No one can seem to find him, and although your interventions together are squeaky clean, I don’t miss anything. You see, there’s a tiny, imperceptible mark on your existence. It’s a mark only a novice would leave my dear, only someone inept with their editing would make such a mistake. No one quite has the skills I do I’m afraid, it’s a lost art, truly darling.” She looked at her nails, as if noticing something that needed to be flicked away, a small crack of static sparked out as she flicked, she was trying to play it off like she was disinterested whilst intimidating me.

“Nothing happened, we discussed my journey as normal and then I went about my day,” I replied, I knew this was the truth, it was, wasn’t it?

“Hm. It’s clear you’re not the only one defying your journey,” she mused. I had to do something. If Michael was in danger, reassigned or not, I had to do something!

“It’s when you showed up that everything went to shit,” I blurted out.

“That editing of events last night? Your work, I assume. A bit bullish, don’t you think? Did my actions rise ever higher than the low opinion you have of me and the rest of humanity? I could feel the panic as you invaded my reality. It felt rushed, sloppy, really seemed like you didn’t have control, sounds...pretty bad for the bureau. And then forcing me home, knocking me out? I’m glad you said I was a threat to you, I don’t think even you realise how much!” We were both locked in now, whatever happened next could be either one of our undoing.

She leaned her head against her clasped hands and clenched her jaw. Hairline fractures spread from her temples, they spread and cracked along her face, her mask wasn’t just slipping, it was disintegrating.

“You...remember all this, I see.” She paused, she seemed to be weighing up her options. I had an opportunity, perhaps I could escape, but I was pretty far from the door, which was realistically my only exit. This was my only shot, I had to take it. Right as I was about to shift my weight and maybe make a run for it, a faint voice whispered “No.” I instantly relaxed, I felt I knew the voice, and trusted it completely.

“I must say, after all this time, I’d forgotten what it was like to be completely surprised. Breaking away from the path we chose for you had been most interesting to watch, seemingly influencing others to do the same? Astonishing! I wish we had more time to see what you could do next, alas, I must nip you in the bud before you take too much. You’ve highlighted to the bureau something that should remain secret for much longer—eternity ideally. You see, I’ve realised we can’t just elevate the good and the kind purely for the betterment of humanity. It’s not the natural order of things.

Darling, you need conflict, pain, suffering, it’s what makes you grow fat, ripe for the picking. Don’t you see my dear? You, humanity, you’re my garden. I must prune the flowers and fruits before they take too much from my soil, and harvest all your potential for a greater purpose. If I can just make my garden big enough, then I could truly do marvellous things, but you...” She paused, looking me up and down in disgust.

I hadn’t expected such honesty, but then, I suppose it wouldn’t matter, I was about to be unmade, what difference would this colourful confession make. She could use me no longer existing to set an example, headlines slapped on a poster with a picture of my face, ‘this is what happens when humans stray from the path, do not guide them away from their destiny!’ They would be suck up in all common staff areas like propaganda, injecting fear into every EEB colleague.

“You. My dear, are a particularly pungent flower in my garden. Attracting too much life towards you. I’m afraid we can’t have that for a second longer. My journey for you should have extinguished your light, you were to live out the rest of your days as a sad, giant freak. No one would want to be near you, and you would wither away, your unused potential becoming mine to wield, bringing forth new growth! But, here we are, on one hand, you’re so far away from your goal, not even 7 feet yet, and your, ugh, yes, I’m sure they’re fascinating, your ‘appendage’ hasn’t even surpassed the size of your rival’s yet? And we’re to stop now dear? Perish the thought!”

She straightened up, and snapped her fingers once more. Blinding pain. Searing my flesh from the inside. More expansion. Did she just want a bigger meal to consume? I peered at my notebook, as expected, more stats written in blood ink.

Height: 6’10
Weight: 319 → 339 pounds
Arms: 24 → 25 inches
Chest: 62 → 63 inches
Waist: 35 → 36 inches
Quads: 32.5 → 33 inches
Length: 10 → 11 inches
Girth: 7.5 → 8 inches
Shoe size: 15 → 16

“On the other hand though, I am ashamed by what you have accomplished, and what you threaten to unravel, and how I couldn’t see it before it was almost too late!” The cracks in her face ruptured, revealing static behind them, her voice became a choir, they lowered a couple of octaves.

“So now here we are, here I am, needing to get my hands dirty to maintain order in the chaos.” She rose up, her limbs cracking and elongating, revealing more static, it began to spill out of her, sticking to everything nearby.

“I may not yet know how Michael was able to prevent and change the flow of your interventions, nor how the pair of you managed to stray from your path, but it doesn’t matter, I know now to never again misjudge a human, no matter how simple their application may seem. Michael may have concealed himself from my view for now, but he won’t be able to outrun me for eternity. You however, are something I can deal with rather more imminently. But, before you cease to exist, I suppose I am curious since you’ve been such a witty delight, do you have any final words my darling?”

I opened my mouth, but my voice didn’t come out. Instead, I heard the voice of someone important, someone I knew I cared deeply for, but couldn’t place in my mind. I don’t know what they said, I couldn’t focus no matter how much I tried, but it seemed to cut Rouge deep.

Rouge froze, in a fit of fury, she unleashed a barrage of static sparks towards me from the cracks in her mask. Static rained over on me, clinging to me and pinning me to the floor.

“I promise you, nothing awaits.” She began her approach towards me, holding out her outstretched hand, her elongated needle-like fingers began to tear down my reality as she moved unnaturally towards me. Static spewed out of the tears, turning all it clung to into nothing. Just chaotic white, black and grey. I knew this would be the end. I closed my eyes, and waited for the promised nothing to claim me.

A hot, blinding light forced my eyes to open, the window glowed a brilliant gold, my left hand was freed, I reached out from the chaos, embracing its warmth.

“Mi-chael?”

The light enveloped me as I fell unconscious.

I awoke embraced in gold light, for the first time in a week, I didn’t feel heavy. I then realised I was floating.

Was this the nothing Rouge promised? It seemed much brighter than I was expecting, maybe not existing wouldn’t be so bad.

As I recalled what just happened in my bedroom. I jolted and flailed, causing me to spin aimlessly. It was like being on a rollercoaster. Just as I was starting to feel queasy, I heard a snapping of fingers in the distance. I felt gravity retake its hold on me as I began to fall. As I plummeted down, I was stopped, I levitated 3 inches from the ground—yep, that measurement was still baked into my frame of reference. I reached out to touch the floor, it looked like sand but glittered brightly like chrome. I gently landed, safely.

I got to my feet and looked around. At first, things were almost too bright, but as my eyes adjusted, I began to make sense of things.

I was near the edge of this silvery glittering sand platform, there was a band of light outlining the threshold of the platform. I peered over the edge of the sandy threshold, there was nothing below, just light, there was no telling how far down it went. I took a couple of steps back, and took in my surroundings.

I could make out endless beams of light in the distance, as I focused on these beams, I realised these were millions upon millions of strands of light, some closer together, some further apart, all slightly different colours and shades, but complimenting each other. I wasn’t sure where they started ended. Most seemed to begin from below and rise high up into the distance, I looked up, and similarly to below, I stopped being able to make out individual strands, it just became one solid, golden light. Some strands of light did veer off in different directions. Then I saw something that caused me to shudder involuntarily. One strand was covered in static.

I turned and walked away from the nightmare fueled strand of static, I wasn’t sure where to go, but away from that was my best bet, it was also my only landmark I could use to tell where I was going. I felt like I was crossing a desert. At first, I was scared to move, the platform didn’t seem particularly big, but as I moved, the sand shifted into place, allowing me to continue moving forward.

After a couple of minutes, I realised I was about to walk into a collection of strands, I felt warmth, voices, feelings of joy and sadness as I passed through them, when I reached the other side, I saw the last thing I ever expected to find in a place like this, I couldn’t help to laugh to myself, off in the distance was a relatively mundane building, which looked an awful lot like an office.

“Would you like a tour?” a familiar, warm voice called out behind me.

I spun around, and there Michael was.

Tears immediately filled my eyes, I barrelled over to him, wrapping him up in my embrace and lifted him high off the ground.

“Woah woah—ooof, easy big guy! You’re way bigger than when I last saw you, oof, maybe loosen your grip just a little?” I immediately loosened up, embarrassed that I lost control of my own body for a second.

After a few more seconds, I popped him back down. I had so many questions, things were so all over the place in my head, I didn’t even know where to start.

With a knowing look, Michael placed his hands on mine.

“Well, first of all. You’re safe,” he reassured me, and gently squeezed my hands.

“Second, our plan, though you can’t exactly remember it, worked perfectly. We got Rouge to be her own undoing, not that I had any idea it would turn out to be our leader, or that she was a corrupt, nihilistic megalomaniac, but there we are!” Michael beamed at me, proud of our supposed accomplishments, except, I had no idea what I had helped to accomplish.

“I don’t really understand Michael, to be honest, I’m surprised I can remember you at all!” My bottom lip quivered, I felt more tears coming, I let them, I think I needed the release. The weight of what I’d just experienced started to hit me, I was traumatised.

“Aww, it’s okay, let it out, come on, let’s take a walk over to the Bureau.” He patted me on my massive shoulder as he turned me towards the building.

“Michael?” I sniffed.

“Yeah?” he replied.

“Your Bureau building is really fucking ugly,” I snorted. Michael laughed out in surprise.

Once we’d made our way over, Michael brought me some clothes. The red silk robe I’d arrived in had slowly withered away as we walked, so, once again, I was bollock naked infront of EEB colleagues by the time we’d arrived.

As I dressed, Michael asked if he wanted me to explain what had happened. I near enough begged him to.

“Haha, all right all right. So, when EEB colleagues realised your journey was like, completely fucked. It roused so much suspicion. I was ordered to edit you back to the start for a do over, which was unheard of, I convinced them that I should investigate first, to try and find out why you’d made the decisions you’d made. I needed answers just as much as everyone else, and I was so scared to lose this version of you. I had to find a way to succeed.

As we talked and I asked you questions, we both knew we’d stumbled onto something. You helped me see that a lot more sad endings were happening to the EEB candidates, maybe that’s how it’s always been and I just never noticed before. I just assumed we served a greater kindness that only we could bestow. I felt bad about that at first, but now that bitch in red is gone, I’ve spoken to my colleagues, it turns out everyone felt the same, and it was no coincidence either, we realised we’ve all been heavily edited, countless times, for who knows how long!

Anyway, back to the start of things, shit started getting really weird once you were off your path for good.

Those lights out there? Yeah, they all started flickering, something that no one knew could even happen. The higher ups were furious, demanding answers. This was stage one of our plan, in hindsight, we’d uncovered an upsetting truth.” Michael paused to have a sip of water.

“Right, the plan, which I know nothing about...” I said, trying to keep up.

“I’m getting there I promise. So basically. Once you pointed out that my appearance had changed, you got me to notice something else. Your actions, how you treated yourself and others, how I felt about you, had caused me to veer off my own path, freeing me from the confines of the auditor. Colleagues didn’t even know we were on journeys, but we were, we were under as much control as the candidates.

I found I had access to all the same skills and abilities as even the highest ranking auditor, it turns out we all do. She just put these permission levels in place to make us her puppets. I put my abilities to use right away. There were so many examples of what normal interventions looked like, so I knew exactly what to do to cover up our revelations. I wanted to leave a breadcrumb though, just in case whatever was happening was being orchestrated by someone, that honestly might be the only reason things worked out, but yeah, I wanted them to find evidence of tampering. So, just a small little nick on your existence, I knew that would be enough.

That’s when we got to the bit that really sucked, it was the only bit I didn’t tell you about until I had to do it. I wiped your memory and edited in a day for you to recall that would make you happy. That was phase two… Honestly if you could remember you’d be so proud of our plan right now. We did so good!” He smiled widely at me, unable to contain himself.

“I mean...great!” I lifted my hands up in mock frustration, Michael laughed and continued filling me in.

“Sure enough, the next day, you met Rouge, or Ruse, as we’ve started calling her. It just fits better, you know? I came up with it. Anyway.”

God damn, this man was cute.

“She edited her own existence to seem just like any other colleague, no one could see who she really was. She greeted you because, well like I said, our version of the sky was falling, she’d reviewed every strand of everyone’s existence within moments, and pinpointed you straight away, near enough. This was phase three of our plan, which was just a contingency if something bad was happening, it turns out we were completely right to have planned this! We’d lured in the culprit who would cover their tracks, we just didn’t realise who it was yet. She wanted to learn from you, find out what danger you posed, and maybe uncover what had gone so wrong that caused you to follow your own path. I think she also hoped for a lead on where to find me.

When she realised she couldn’t read your mind and you could see things you shouldn’t be able to see, she put two and two together. She knew I was no longer bound by permissions and had changed the record of our intervention, that was power only she had. She theorised that you got me off my path, and could somehow cause others to veer from paths chosen for them too. But she needed to see it in action, she needed to try and find what we’d covered up.

She followed you for the rest of your day, then when Dale turned up, she saw your conversation unfold, and was horrified to confirm her suspicions. You had done something she’d never seen before, through your kindness, you could show people another way. Dale veered off his path. She panicked probably for the first time ever in existence, and did some pretty shoddy editing, we’re still trying to get that undone by the way, she just made a huge fucking mess, so it’s kinda tough to clean up. Oh and Dale’s not with the EEB by the way, his path is with a different bureau. Regardless, Ruse knew what this meant for her, the controlled chaos she’d spent centuries building, that she so desperately needed, was slipping away from her grasp.

You heard it from her directly, she was intentionally putting humans on shitty, despairing journeys for people, under the guise that all paths led to their greatest desires, which would make them even more than they were. When the paths inevitably twisted all that was good and plunged it into chaos, she would consume the candidates unused potential. That static that was in her? Yeah that like, grew, which each and every completed path. There’s a lot we’re still figuring out, like why it had to be unused potential, we think because it was such a contradiction, cutting potential short rather than allowing these people to achieve it, that’s what turned it into pure chaos. She was corrupting and storing up this chaotic energy, to eventually use it to control more of the bureaus.

Just before you were pulled through to this realm by yours truly, I used you as a vessel for a couple of seconds, sorry for not asking first by the way. But yeah, I needed you to say a specific phrase used to end your interaction, you’re still technically on your journey, so all the protocols are still in place, including the upload of interactions. All I said was ‘thank you for your time, cherish your day!’, just like I did when I was your colleague. I think she knew at that point what had happened, your interaction with your new ‘colleague’ was uploaded. To use a human term, it went viral, and I had all the proof I needed to dismiss Ruse from the Bureau forever.

I’m sorry she managed to get her icky static on you before I could pull you out, you’ve been floating out there for a little while, it’s the best place to be for something like what you experienced, the light has cleansed you of her corruption. But, well it has its limits, there’s still just the small matter of—”

“My head being completely mashed?” I smiled cheekily, with an eyebrow cocked.

As I said this, a colleague approached. “Michael, we’re good to go here, if you’re ready?”

“Right. Thanks Suzanne.” Michael got up, reaching out as though he wanted me to follow. I grabbed hold of him, realising my mitt now completely enveloped Michael’s lithe hand. I stood, stretching to my full height, I found myself pretty discombobulated. I’d forgotten all about Ruse adding even more to my frame, and the events of the last week, my mind was back to working as though I was 6’3, but everything looked so much further down from my new vantage point, including Michael—had he always been this short?

As we stood, I asked, “where is Ruse now?”

“No longer exists,” Michael said, plainly. “That static you saw outside, that’s all that’s left of her, turns out she had a strand of her own hidden away. We’ve been keeping an eye on the static, it’s dissipating, the light is purifying it, there’s just a lot of it.”

He gently pulled me in his direction and we walked over to another room. Upon entering, I realised where I was. I was in what seemed to be an exact replica of my bedroom.

“What is all this?” I asked Michael.

“Please don’t worry, there’s been enough mystery so let me just get right to it, this is just the staging area we’re gonna use to get you back to normal.”

He gently pulled at me again, but I didn’t budge.

“Michael, whatever normal is, I don’t want it, I want what I have now, yeah I’m maybe a little bit too big, but I like what I am, what I’ve become, please, please don’t let them make me less, don’t let them revert me back to how I was, ple—”

“Scott.”

That was the first time he’d ever used my name.

“It’s not what you think, I’m with you on this, I don’t want to edit you back to how you were, or do a do over, the EEB has already passed new guidance, all editing outside the parameters of a human’s desire has been forbidden.

All we want to do is restore all your memories, we’ve filtered everything that was wrong out, so all that remains is what always should have been.”

Blimey, they work quick at the EEB. I suddenly thought of Dale’s terrified, pale face, surrounded by static.

“What about Dale?” I asked.

“Dale?” Michael shook his head slightly in disbelief. “just when I thought your compassion couldn’t surprise me anymore, you amaze me Scott. Dale is going to be okay, he’s back to the unedited version you experienced. Though he veered off his path, that’s something the bureau responsible for his strand were actually hoping for, so they’ve been more than happy to cooperate with us to get you both back to how you should be.”

I sighed, feeling a huge relief wash over me, I found myself brought to tears once again. I was so overwhelmed by what had happened. Everything I had felt was wrong about the EEB, Michael had seemed to make it his mission to fix. I was the one that was amazed.

“Wh...what about me and you? Am I going to forget you again?” I looked into his eyes, tears rolling down my face.

He smiled his beautiful, warm smile at me once more. “Never,” he said, holding tightly onto what he could of my hand.

“I will see you in the morning, but I really, strongly suggest you retire to your bed, sir!” We both laughed as he talked as he did when we first met.

“All right, whatever you say boss!” I said through the laughter, wiping the tears away. I had to admit, this bed did look incredibly inviting, it occurred to me how tired I was, I wasn’t exactly sure when I’d last slept, had what Ruse did to me even count as sleep?

I lay down and Michael tucked me in, he was such a cutie. I felt the sheets. Silk. Of course it was bloody silk. I smiled, feeling my worries wash away, and drifted off into a deep sleep.

I woke, feeling particularly refreshed, it felt like I had slept for days.

I rolled over, out of habit, ready to turn off my alarm. After it didn’t go off, I opened my eyes to find Michael in bed next to me.

“Hey stranger, remember me?” he cooed, tucked up in a golden silk blanket.

I immediately pulled him close, we near enough attacked each other’s mouths, necks, ears. My dick was hard as steel, bigger than it had ever felt, Michael’s firm legs straddled it.

We weren’t sure how long this went on for, but he eventually pulled away, he hesitated, and I started to worry something might have gone wrong.

“What’s up?” I asked

He propped himself up onto his side, facing me, he rested his head on his hand and leaned on his elbow.

“So, you know your original journey? How you’d get one inch each morning?” he asked, looking a little sheepish.

“Y-yeah...?” I answered, cocking an eyebrow.

“Well, I hope you don’t mind… that you’re comfortable with… a bit more... I realised after we’d sent you to sleep that no one had asked you if you wanted to continue your journey with the EEB, we couldn’t wake you back up so uhm, it kind of carried on...”

I thought about what he just said for a second. I no longer had a frame of reference to compare against, Mr notebook was gone, it was covered in static when Ruse blasted me.

I was big, then bigger, then forced to be even bigger by Ruse, I figured one more inch wouldn’t really make a difference at this point.

“Well. Okay, so it’s just one more inch right? I can stop today. I can live with another inch.”

He got lost looking at my now exposed pec, but managed to pull his gaze back to mine.

“Well...” he started.

“Your mind went through, like, a lot, so you’ve been asleep for about 84 hours, or well, I guess the important thing to say is you’ve had four mornings go by so… it’s not one inch it’s… four.” Michael grimaced, not sure how I would react.

I didn’t speak, instead, I just turned, quickly pushing myself out of bed. My forcefulness rocked the bed like a boat, Michael stared at me as I stomped towards the bathroom, unblinking.

The vibrations from my steps reverberated through the room and furniture. I stopped at the door frame, which was now a fair bit below eye level. I could see the top ridge of it. Eww. It was kinda dusty up here.

I hunched down, forgetting to turn to one side, the frame squeezed on my boulderous shoulders, which wedged me in place. I exhaled in surprise, I retreated back out so I wouldn’t get stuck, or worse, destroy my door. I looked the frame over, mentally making note of its dimensions, huffed, and tried again. This time managing to fit through, exasperated, but quite turned on.

I grabbed the scales, glancing at the useless mirror on the wall, all that was reflected from my vantage point was the lower portion of my 8 pack.

I turned on my heel, and hunch-turned back through the door frame.

“Michael! Before I say or do anything else. Let me be very clear. Please, for the love of everything, end my journey with EEB!” I gesticulated wildly in mock anger, I wanted to put Michael at ease, I wasn’t angry, I was just, I dunno, these measurements were going to be crazy. My voice was much deeper, but smooth, it was pleasing to the ear, so at least if these numbers horrified me like I was expecting them too, I could at least be happy with how I sounded.

Michael stifled a laugh, and snapped his fingers. “It’s done.”

“Good!” I glared back, with a goofy, not-actually-angry, angry face.

Michael lifted his blanket over his face to hide his laughter.

“That’s not soundproof, is it, wizard boy?” I boomed.

Michael chortled and shook behind the wall of silky gold.

Out of habit, I opened my desk draw, surprised to find my trusty notebook—it had survived! For the last time, I opened the pages, ready to take my measurements.

It was at this point that I sort of froze, I’d grasped the back of the desk chair, but I found I couldn’t bring myself to pull it out. I’d been sitting here when Ruse attacked. This whole thing was kind of a lot to deal with, I wasn’t sure if I should measure, maybe it was better not to know.

“You know that’s not who you are, you’re a stats nerd,” I heard from behind me. Michael placed his hand on mine, and together, we pulled out the chair.

“It’s reinforced, most things have been adjusted for you now, you’ll always be comfortable here for as long as you wish to stay. We can face whatever’s next together. Why don’t I help you measure everything?” he asked, I think I loved this man.

I nodded in agreement, and he got to work. He collected the scales from under my arm and placed them on the floor. Then he grabbed a hand and guided me onto it. I looked down, grimacing, only to find that I couldn’t actually see. My feet were too big, my pecs obstructed too much of my view, and I couldn’t angle myself, balance on the too small scales, and read the measurement all on my own.

Michael giggled, he held out wide to touch my elbows and steadied me. “Let me, stand up straight and just don’t move for a sec,” he said.

“Well, what’s the damage?” I winced.

He didn’t answer, he just leaned in and planted a kiss between the bottom of my pecs. The top of his head stopped just short of the top of my pecs.

He picked up my notebook and began to fill out my stats.

Height: 6’10 → 7’2
Weight: 339 → 401 pounds

He showed me what he’d written, and then picked up the tape measure from the table. He asked me to flex my arms. I obliged, and noticed he was on his tiptoes to get a better look, once he was satisfied with his measuring, he moved under my arm, and began to lick my pits.

“Do you know how good you smell?” I think he said, it was muffled by my mass. My eyes unfocused at the sensation of Michael tonguing my pits.

He slowly moved his way down, kissing and licking everything he could as he did. My dick, demanding to be the centre of attention, throbbed aggressively. I couldn’t see much directly under my pecs, but I don’t think there was any way to miss the sight of my gigantic dick ever again.

He returned to the notebook, adding more stats and notes.

Arms: 24 → 28 inches

He turned back around, and reached up with the tape measure in each of his hands, he placed them and the tape on my chest, and nodded at me to hold it in place. I obliged once again.

This time, he basically just walked directly into me, he moved his hands over to my lats and pulled at me to lean down, then face planted between my cleavage. I could feel him kissing and licking deep into the crevice, starting from the bottom and working his way as far up as he could reach. Meanwhile, his hands, back on my chest now, were kneading as much as he could grab, he erratically moved his grasp around the surface of my chest. I was starting to get woozy from being so turned on, so I decided I’d try to turn the tables a little. I bounced my pecs, one at a time, together, left right, left right, together! He moaned loudly in response. I’d known early on that Michael was into my muscles, his comments never escaped my notice. But the more he explored my body, the more I could feel just how much he enjoyed every single expansive inch of my body. I loved every second of it just as much as he did.

I’d lost track of time, but eventually Michael came up for air, his own impressive equipment was now winning a battle with his silk pyjama bottoms. I reckoned he had a good 8 inches on him, which caused my mouth to salivate in response.

He picked the tape measure off the floor, which I’d forgotten all about. And repeated the same motions as before. His hands lingered on my pecs, he was fighting internally with himself, he clearly wanted to go right back to where he was moments before.

He snapped out of it, and moved around me, being careful not to brush past my battering ram of a dick.

Once he reached my back, he reached up and around, falling short by my armpits, this caused me to guffaw, and I tried to whip either side of the tape around me for him to grab. It took a little finessing, but we were a good team, he got hold of both sides and made his measurements.

“Hm. Bloody hell. Almost!” I heard him whisper to himself.

He walked back over to the notebook, adding in some more notes.

Chest: 63 → 68 inches—almost ran out of tape!

Curious, I leaned down to get a look at what he’d written, and laughed in response. He took the opportunity to move in for another lengthy make out session. More time passed, the fire within was growing white hot. A steady stream of pre was pumping out of my dick now. With each heartbeat, it bobbed up and down a little, causing spurts of pre to fall forwards and back. I was quickly making a rather large mess of things, Michael would need to pick up the pace, I wasn’t sure what might happen. Sensing Michael briefly in my head, we both smirked. Nosey bastard.

He moved the tape measure around me once more, since this was all more within his reach, he had a much easier time with my legs and waist. After he finished, I felt his hands on my hips. I was about to peer round to see what he was up to but stopped in my tracks when I felt his face go between my cheeks. He certainly wasn’t shy! I felt his tongue caress my hole, and my entire body quivered in response. My dick forcefully shot out spurts of pre, they splashed against the full size mirror on the opposite side of the room.

It felt simultaneously like an eternity, but also that no time had passed at all, by the time Michael re-emerged. I had placed my hand back on the back of the chair for support, My knees were weak, countless spurts of pristinely shiny pre covered a large portion of the full length mirror and the floor. Michael took care where he stood, not wanting to slip. He noted down more measurements.

Waist: 36 → 38 inches
Quads: 33 → 36 inches
Ass: so good it could end wars
Shoe size: 16 → 18

All that was left now was my cannon. By now, we were both incredibly turned on, Michael’s silk bottoms were soaked by our pre. I wasn’t sure I could hold out any longer.

He placed his hands on my length, and pleasure exploded through my endless meat and across my entire nervous system.

“Micheal ...please,” I begged, panting.

“I know babe, I know, I feel it too,” he replied, similarly breathless, sounding just as desperate as me.

He wrapped the tape around first, then moved in to check the length. He tongued my head, pre spurted all over his mouth and neck. He caressed my balls as he did, and I realised they were probably the size of apples now, they hung low and proud.

He moved back to the notebook. And hastily jotted down the final stats, though, I already knew what they would be. But it was still nice to have confirmation, I guess.

Length: 11 → 15 inches
Girth: 8 → 10 inches

With that, Michael slammed the notebook shut, snapping his fingers as he turned, his silk pyjamas vanishing instantly. And I finally saw Michael, naked, for the first time.

I was pretty sure I had the right idea about what Michael’s body would look like, I expected him to be toned, but not big, more of a strong, wiry build. What I saw pleasantly surprised me. He was quite a bit more built than I’d given him credit for. His muscles weren’t overly large, but looked impressive, powerful, and manly. They were perfectly in proportion for his frame. Every part of his body was immaculate, his skin was flawless and smooth, there wasn’t a single muscle group on his body that wasn’t perfectly sculpted and defined.

He smiled at me as I took him in, I peered down further at his dick, it was beautiful, I’d grown incredibly proud with how aesthetically pleasing my own appendage was, but he took the cake. I could actually see myself enjoying that stuffed in my cake, come to think of it. My ass had become a top’s dream, it was gigantic and globular. I wanted to fuck my own ass, I actually reckoned I had the length to reach my hole, but the steel pipe between my legs offered very little in terms of flexibility. I realised Michael’s body was so perfect, that I’d actually fallen into a sort of trance, and had begun daydreaming.

Michael waved me back into the room, giggling at me. I looked him back over, and into his beautiful brown eyes, the gold flecks mesmerised me. I felt tears welling up, he was perfect.

“I love you, Michael.”

Michael’s lips parted slightly, then he smiled and leapt up, I grabbed him easily and his perfect, round ass rested at the base of my impossibly thick dick, which, as expected, reacted by firing off more powerful shots of pre. I lifted him up to my face and kissed him passionately once more. As we pulled away from each other, my gaze met his. “I love you too, Scott. I think I have since the moment we met.”

This final confession sent me into overdrive. I turned us around, throwing him onto the bed. My dick stared right at him, it was intimidatingly large, it pulsed with virility.

Despite being in a frenzy, I leaned over carefully, I didn’t want to hurt Michael, or destroy the bed.

As I moved over him, my dick immediately lined up with his asscheeks. I looked down, eyeing things up, I wasn’t sure about this now we were this close. I don’t think I can fit, I can’t hurt Michael. I realised, I may now be a physical embodiment of sex, but inside, I was still the same, inexperienced, scared, no, perfect.—Perfect?. Yes. Perfect Michael was in my mind. Yes I am, please Scott, just fuck me…

“Just fuck me!” He was almost begging. I think my dick grew another inch hearing Michael’s reply, which oozed with desire.

I was reassured, but I still wanted to take it slow, I guess all the measuring and foreplay clouded my judgement though, before I knew it I was thrusting deep into him.

A pang of guilt immediately hit me, and I stopped in my tracks, worried I’d hurt him.

As I did this, he wrapped his legs around my waist and pulled himself down the remaining half of my massive prick, he writhed in pleasure, then, he opened his eyes and glared at me with an intensity I’d never seen from him before.

“Don’t you dare stop fucking me,” he said through gritted teeth.

I smiled, my confidence surged, and I fucked Michael as though my life depended on it, I was like a machine, my giant dick piston pumping in and out, I wasn’t entirely sure how I fit so easily, but I couldn’t care less now, he felt amazing, tight, but not so much so that I would cum too soon. I pulled back to reveal as much of my dick as I could, it took up so much room that I didn’t have enough space to pull out any further, a third of my length was still in him. If I wanted to fully pull my dick out of Michael, I would have to physically shuffle back a few more inches. My dick truly was incredible. I thrust back in and he moaned out in pleasure, I did the same again and he yelled out:

“Fucking take me you giant beast of a man, oh fuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkk!!” Michael screamed. I leaned back up onto my knees as he came and grabbed onto his solid thighs, he shot me square in face, neck and pecs.

I rubbed his cum into my hairy chest and over my arms, bounced my expansive pecs and flexed my impossibly large arms, this sent Michael into overdrive and he came even more forcefully, cum flew past my head, it hit the ceiling, and rained back down on us.

I’d slowed down during his climax, wanting to enjoy the show, as Michael recovered from his explosion, his arms flailed out as he pulled himself up, clinging onto my powerful neck, he pulled himself into me. He spoke out into my pecs. “I said. Don’t. Fucking. Stop.” Before burying his face in my chest once again.

Again, I felt like my dick grew even longer, harder, and thicker, my balls were churning. I embraced Michael. I could see him wedged between my biceps and chest, which accentuated the differences between us. I was so fucking huge, and he looked so fucking hot. I redoubled my efforts thrusting wildly into him. My pendulous balls slapping against his ass, I felt I was losing control, my thrusts became more erratic as I neared my climax.

I loved his man, I fucking loved fucking gorgeous man! I—

I came. Endless layers of my orgasm ripped through me, I felt like I couldn’t even breathe, the pleasure was almost unbearable which made it all the more thrilling. I managed to open my eyes to see Michael’s head lulling back, his eyes were closed, and he was cumming yet again. My legs began to shudder from the release and I wasn’t sure I could stay upright for much longer. My cum spewed out from Micheal’s hole, didn’t know how much I’d shot into him, but he had to be nearing his limit.

Feeling me become increasingly wobbly, he sprung into action, he quickly pulled back, using his momentum to swing us both around to my surprise, he was a lot stronger than I’d given him credit for. I flew around and backwards, my head landing on my pillow, Michael landed crouched on his feet, straddling my hips, and extended his legs until I was fully out of his hole. He then jerked his dick a few times, stood over me, and came again.

My dick, unrelenting, shot out inhuman amounts of seed. A beam of virile, pearlescent, white cum shot out with alarming force, everything was completely soaked through, and the room was slowly being covered by mine and Michael’s juices. Just as I began to worry I’d never be able to stop my incomprehensibly long orgasm, I noticed the beam slowing to shots, and the shots slowly losing force and frequency. In my afterglow, I felt my legs being lifted.

I opened my eyes, Micheal rested my calves on his shoulders, and shuffled forwards. Oh. My. Fucking. God.

I felt his prick on my hole, and my whole body quivered. Micheal’s arms were now wrapped around my quads. It was an amazing sight, each thigh was almost wider than he was, my dick burned with an intensity I’d never felt before.

He smiled at me, rubbing my legs all over, teasing my hole with his head. Slowly, he began to press inside, the sensation was electric, I’d never felt anything quite like it. Michael took his time, he savoured this moment for us both. More of his dick entered me, I was lost in bliss until suddenly, I felt his groin rub against me—he was fully in me. I felt a fullness and pleasure began to build, Michael’s dick was laser focussed on my prostate. He began to thrust, slowly at first, but he quickly picked up the pace, and I felt my world shift.

Pleasure shot through my nerves with every thrust, I looked up at Michael, then at my dick, it was bounding around, thudding against my abs, thighs, and pecs. Michael’s upper body was pressed against my inner thighs. The skin-to-skin contact sent electricity through both of us. My muscle tits bounced uncontrollably, my thighs randomly tensed, pushing at Micheal’s grip—he let out an animalistic growl. I looked him dead in the eyes and I smiled widely, I lifted my arms up above my head, exposing my pits. I flexed my arms, the mountainous peaks hardened to steel, and filled in the remaining space between my arms and face. I turned and licked my bicep. This redoubled Micheal’s efforts, he was grunting with every thrust now. We were both getting close once.

Michael cried out, shooting into me, the sensation brought me over the edge, too, and my dick once more let out a beam of cum which fired into the ceiling. The pleasure took over my body, and I twitched and roared uncontrollably. I wasn’t sure how long had passed, but when I finally regained some control of my body, I opened my eyes.

Micheal was panting, hugging one of my legs for support. There was a constant pattering of cum raining down the entire room. I started laughing involuntarily, I was so elated, I felt so complete in this moment, that I couldn’t help myself. Michael began to laugh to, and slowly retreated out of my hole. He moved over to lay next to me, and I laid down my beefy legs.

We cuddled into each other, breathing heavily. Neither of us moved for a few minutes, we were both completely spent.

“I love you,” Michael called out, breathlessly.

“I love you too,” I replied, equally out of breath.

I closed my eyes, feeling Michael’s chest rising and falling and his heartbeat on my side. As though my mind had rebooted after these earth-shattering orgasms, I began to think of the future. I wondered for a moment, if maybe I was moving too quickly, I’d completely lost any concept of time, but we could only have known each other for maybe 2 or 3 weeks max at this point. But, at the same time, it felt so much longer than that. I decided it didn’t really matter, an evil, ageless entity had burrowed herself into my reality and threatened to unravel my very existence, all socially accepted conventions about dating and timing seemed superfluous by comparison. My eyes opened again to the man of my dreams, and I couldn’t help but smile.

Michael smiled back, he then lifted his head, looked around, and lay his head back down to look back at me.

“Erm, so, we might have made a bit of a mess, if we’re going to keep doing what we’re doing, I think we might wanna look at a new place that’s more…uh, built for us. How would you feel about maybe moving in together?” he asked.

“I’d feel, very—” I kissed him, “extremely—”, another kiss, “completely happy with that.” Michael beamed, and buried himself into my embrace.

I wasn’t entirely sure what policies the Enhancement and Enchantments Bureau had on marriage between their colleagues and humans, but I would be more than happy to inquire.

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