My parents named me Drake, and I guess having a stand out name helped to make me a stand out sort of guy. I was muscled and handsome and sexy and I knew it. I was completely 100% gay, queer, fag, you name it, I didn’t care. I wanted it. One of the first men I had been with had spoiled me, really. I was 18, I looked 15, except for my hard body, and I was totally ravished by Matt, a huge hung bodybuilder from the professional bodybuilding circuit. He was in town for a few months, used me, abused me, and dumped me. But I enjoyed his use and abuse and I wanted more. When he dumped me I got off for a while on the idea of how fucked up I was but when that wore off I realized I wanted Matt back. I wanted more like Matt. I wanted hung studs, who wanted to fuck my tight yet talented ass with the bubble butt that stuck out so nice in my 501’s, and I needed to be abused and used. The bigger the muscle, the bigger the cock, the taller the stud, the more I was turned on and the more I needed to pursue it.
Jeff was a nice enough guy, he was way too nice for me. He was hung enough, really, but he was nice. Big turn off. I needed a man to force me to my knees. I tried to give Jeff some hints, but he never took me up. I guess he was just not in the zone I was in. But we were dorm roommates in College, and he did all the housework, so what the fuck, right?
I went out and found guys to use me and abuse me. I loved it. I loved being used. Jeff, he never really stopped mooning after me, but I just flirted with him and blew him off. No way I was going to do that lovey dovey stuff. I wanted a man to completely dominate me. I wanted Matt.
I worked like hell at school and I had a big architecture project so I laid off the clubs for about 6 weeks. I can do that because I am project oriented. Once I was kinda startled, Jeff was in the bathroom, I was walking by, and he turned and slammed the door on me. I saw a quick glimpse of him, reasonably toned, 6’ tall, and wearing some red support briefs. I think they might have been aussie, or one of the brazilian import brands. The thing was, there was a huge bulge swelling in his crotch. Loser must have had a major chubby, as he was always after my ass, and was never going to get it. But I was intrigued, I stood there blinking. I shook my head. I’d seen Jeff naked, I knew he was nothing special, decent hung but not enough to float my boat. Just shows what wishful thinking can do, you know? I looked at a guy’s briefs and thought I saw a huge cock and balls stuffed there cause I wanted it. But it was only a dream. I did head out to the clubs that night. It was very unstatisfying, there wasn’t a lot of huge cock to be had. I finally hooked up with one of my older hung friends, and that wasn’t even very good.
So I was working away and I noticed that Paul down the hall as we called him was suddenly bigger and taller and buffer and studlier and I even saw him one day at the gym shower, and he was hung pretty damned big. I saw him again a week later and I’ll swear he was even bigger, and taller. More muscled, sure, the steroids could explain that, but more hung and taller? I was witnessing that rare late growth spurt you hear about some men going through.
Paul was cool enough but not too interested in me. Then I figured it out. Jeff was his guy. They’d been hooking up over at Paul’s and I didn’t know about it. I heard Paul say to one guy, that second time I saw him in the shower, when he was teasingly complimented about the size of his cock, “You should see my boyfriend.”
Geez. Jeff was his boyfriend. What the fuck was that about? I kept an eye open after that. It really looked like Jeff was packing more than I remembered, that was for sure. I came on to him and he completely blew me off. He’d forgotten about me. I had turned him down a hundred times and then he didn’t even blink when he rejected me. Fucker. I started watching. I set up a camera… a nanny cam, in the bathroom. Jesus, Jeff was muscled. Strong and tall, not an ounce of fat on him. His lat spread was amazing. Then he stepped out of his under armor briefs and turned around. I was stunned. I played that over and over on the computer, watching. He was 11” long, soft, it looked like. Fucking incredible, and then he looked at himself in the mirror, tweaked his nipple, and his cock sprang erect, it looked like 14” or more. He stroked himself for about 3 minutes, then started gasping and shot the biggest load I have ever seen on the mirror. He smiled in the mirror, looking at his hot self. Fucker. He was astonishingly hot. And I hadn’t even seen it. I knew he’d changed but how?
It was humiliating and I wanted him the more for it. I couldn’t take that he wasn’t into me. I flirted with Paul who would flex a muscle and let me feel it and then laugh and say that was the end of show and tell, like I was a little boy in grade school. Damn the taller and more muscle he got the hotter I he was and the more I needed him, wanted him, that he turned me on. Even Jeff eventually grew taller, and more muscled. He pretty much towered over me now, and his muscles weren’t anything to ignore. But Paul was fucking astronomical in his muscled stature. Fucking huge, made Matt look like a distant memory.
The thing of it was that Jeff talked in his sleep, sometimes. Not often, but once I heard him moaning something about take more pills Paul, get huge.
That was weird. I thought about it for a day or two, and then when Jeff headed home for a two day weekend I searched the place from top to bottom. I almost missed the box of pill bottles in the back closet, but I thought something might be hidden under them. When I read the labels I just about fainted. Something Matt had said, about what had made him so big, some supplement, Growti some thing or other and he just laughed like he was teasing me. I was holding it it my hand!
I sorted all the bottles, and read the faded labels. I swallowed 8 of each of the pills that night with dinner. Another 8 of each that night at bedtime, and another 8 pills for breakfast. That’s right. I took 32 of each of the pills per day. Jeff was gone for the whole 3 day weekend, and I started Friday night. By Saturday morning I was completely horned, my testicles really sore, and I was sore all over, and swollen. My bones ached. I didn’t care. I just kept taking the pills. I was 3 inches taller by lunch Saturday. I was another 2 inches taller by dinner Saturday. By bedtime, I was another 2 inches taller. My muscles were sore as hell. My cock was tender and sore and bright red, and swollen, it was long and thick even flaccid and too sore to even think about getting a hard on, which is all I could think about. So I’d start to get a hard on, and once I was semi erect heading towards hard I felt such soreness and pain I lost my erection. But I kept growing bigger and bigger. My muscles swelled, raw, huge, burning, and hot. throbbing with heat and soreness. My appetite was through the roof, so I went to the cafeteria and ate all I could. I could eat a lot. My body was burning food for fuel and my weight was skyrocketing. I looked in the mirror and my hair as shaggy, my eyes bloodshot, my face red and swollen and puffy looking. I didn’t stop though. I just kept taking the pills through the pain. It wasn’t too bad except right after the dosing, starting Saturday morning, but I took some leftover Vicaden from a back injury and that let me take the ride with the pills. I was a bit dizzy and woozy and felt hot flashes and moments of anger and apathy but I just rode it out.
I kept taking the pills, determined to show up Jeff with his giant meat and his show off muscle stud Paul. Monday came and I was still taking the pills. Then the phone rang and the machine picked up. It was Jeff, leaving a message that he was skipping class on Tuesday and would be in early Wednesday.
I groaned, but I kept taking 8 of each of the pills every 6 hours. That was 4 times daily and 8 pills per dose over 4 days. Or 128 pills of each variety. And, I was delirious, swollen, aching, riding high on Vicaden and also shoveling food in my mouth when I wasn’t completely exhausted. Finally I took my final dose late on Tuesday. I knew that I was huge now. I ate as much food as I could hold and then fell exhausted in bed and slept. The pills burnt their way through my body and I woke when the fever broke about 5am on Wednesday morning.
I felt weak, a bit shaky, but I wasn’t hurting anymore. I waited for the room to stop moving and staggered to my feet, then I fell to the floor. I crawled into the bathroom and drank as much water as I could from the bathroom faucet and used the facilities and then turned on the shower and crawled into the hot water and soaped myself. I then slowly turned the water cold until it was bracing and I felt awake and I stood up, using the shower walls to steady myself. I was taller than the faucet. That gave me pause. I gained my balance and with each passing moment I felt more and more strength infusing my body. I looked down and I tried to focus my eyes. My view was blocked by my pectoral muscles, so I leaned forward and I could see insanely huge cobblestone abdominals and below that… I blinked. I shook my head. I pulled back the long blonde hair cascading down past my shoulders and looked. I was… a monster. A freak. I was, I was huge. I staggered into the living room and found the tape measure. I measured my cock first. I was 13” long, soft. My testicles were each 6” long measured along the longest diameter. I measured the circumference and it was 9.5”, soft. Insane. I was stunned. I had no idea. I looked up and I was a lot closer to the ceiling. I had to duck under the doors, and when I measured, I was 7’ 7” tall. A giant. And not just in height and cock, my muscles were superhuman. They weren’t done growing, either. All that morning and through the next three days, my muscles added more and more mass. I was starving and I kept eating. I had no idea what happened to Jeff. I finally got a call from him later in the week. He had run off to Mexico with Paul, was taking the quarter off.
I was stunned. I had planned to turn the tables on Paul and especially Jeff, but he wasn’t even there. He wouldn’t be here for two more months. I was a giant freak, and I was a size queen, and I had no one to measure up to me, no one even close. I was stunned, as the clothing I wore the first day after my transformation became too small as my muscles continued to swell. I spent most of my time jerking off. I was insatiable. I went to the sex clubs and joined the show there. I was paid to be the freak star attraction. I was the giant. I had screwed myself out of the love of someone that wanted me, I was jealous of the love he’d found, and when I tried to show them both up they weren’t even there to see. I was enslaved to sex because of my overwhelming libido, and I knew that I was destined to live every day of my life as a muscle cock giant freak, performing for tiny people, dreaming of being like them, and worshiping someone like me.
I was destroyed. I lived like that for over three years, before I started to put my life back together.