So he confronted us, demanding the truth, and we told him and his best friend Sam what had happened. Eric was sorta pudgy, about 5 feet 10 inches tall, South Asian sorta guy I always liked his beautiful darker skin. If he lost weight he’d probably be handsome. He had a normal sort of uncut cock, you know I’d never seen his erect but it was probably 6 inches. Right then his face was pudgy too.
Sam was a very small guy. Claimed to be 5 feet 2 inches tall but I think maybe he was just 5 feet tall. He was black, handsome enough but his voice was kinda squeeky. But he was a good guy.
So they came along to the Professor after we asked permission. The Professor was gratified people liked his work and he needed test subjects, I think, and he was glad we didn’t just show up demanding something.
So after a conversation (private, I didn’t get to listen) with each of the boys separately, The Professor in pretty quick order ran up a design for Eric and another for Sam.
Eric just stood there with this look on his face, you know… like something was gonna go wrong and he wouldn’t get the reality changing laser blast. But after fiddling for way too long the Professor was ready, and Eric stood there absolutely still, and BLAM! Purple light laser blast. Eric blinked. “Is that it?” he asked. “Did it work?”
“My dear Eric, that was the whole procedure.”
“But it was so… I didn’t feel anything.”
“Quite right, why would you feel anything when your reality is changing? You are in the middle of it changing too! So you wouldn’t feel anything. If you did that would be a problem. Now go sit down and let me finish up with young Samuel here.”
And the procedure was started up again. This time Samuel went and whispered something to the Professor, who then changed some settings. It was making me crazy. What was he doing to them?
What if he made them into freaks too big to live normal lives? Although that was hot in my mind, I knew it would be a trouble.
Well, Sam stood there, and then he whispered something again to the Professor, who changed one setting. What was he doing????
Pretty soon the setup was ready, Sam stood there, and the Professor clicked the button. BLAST! went the purple laser. I gotta learn to look away when he fired that thing. I saw spots.
Then the Professor kicked us out but made Sam and Eric promise to check in with him for the results for his study notes.
Eric was squirming in his seat with anxiety and anticipation. Or was it something else going on I wondered?
He jumped up and practically ran out the door. He ran all the way down the block, then back again, and kept doing stuff like that while we hiked over to the school gym. It was after hours and I locked us in so we would be undisturbed.
So then came the moment of unveiling. David and I stripped so the other teens wouldn’t be so self conscious. Well of course they were, we were both working to try and make them more comfortable.
Eric was sweating from all the running he’d been doing. He said it was to lose the fat, that he could change himself really fast if he burned off the fat in the first three days.
Sam was pretty quiet. I asked what he’d been talking to the Professor about.
“I only have about a 3 and a half inch cock” admitted Sam. “I wanted to be sure I was big enough to be noticeable you know, so I wouldn’t regret it later, chickening out and missing the opportunity.”
“Come on guys quit stalling,” said David. “We’ve seen you plenty of times in the locker room in the buff.”
Eric and Sam stripped simultaneously, so I found my eyes darting back and forth super fast.
Eric took off his dress shirt, and then his t-shirt underneath. Then he kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his slacks, and I saw there was already something going on there because he sorta had to strain to release the top button.
He was wearing red Andrew Christian briefs, the stretchy spandex kind, which was good because he was already showing a big size increase in his package.
Sam stripped off his Henley, kicked off his shorts. Sam was wearing cheap white briefs from JC Penney it looked like. There wasn’t too much going on in his basket yet, but he’d gone under the laser second.
Finally David walked over the Eric and pulled down the red briefs, which took some doing.
While he was doing that I walked over and started to pull down Sam’s briefs but he said, “Not yet.”
Eric was standing there, David pulled down those red briefs, and out tumbled a 10 inch cock and plum-sized balls, his cock not as thick as mine or David’s but darned impressive.
“Well, that’s different,” said Eric. He hefted his meat. It was large in his hand. Then he let it fall back down.
I thought that maybe he’d, you know, chickened out and told the Professor not too big so he only had 10 inches. But boy was I wrong. I could see his meat was still growing. It wasn’t too fast but it just kept getting bigger and bigger. Soon it was 11”, which was a major upgrade from 10” cause he was thicker now too, but he kept growing, his cock hanging longer and lower, until he was a full foot long.
But 12” wasn’t enough for Eric, apparently, because his cock insistently grew bigger and bigger. Pretty soon it was 13 inches long and it kept growing. Then it was 14 inches long… and it seemed to stop.
Hanging down behind his massive cock was a set of balls that looked like two baseballs in a sack. Huge.
“Wow, you went all out!” David said, “You look awesome!”
With Eric’s permission he started stroking Eric’s new beef log and it starts to get erect. Pretty soon there was 20” of cock standing out, proud and hard.
Sam, we’d forgotten Sam. I turned to look at him and saw something slowly expanding in his briefs. Already he looked like he was packing, maybe about 7 inches or so. Also his balls seemed really big, in comparison to the size of his cock, you know?
Pretty soon those tighty whiteys were pulling pretty tight. It started to look uncomfortable, so he finally pulled down his briefs and stood there naked. He blushed but he was pretty turned on I think.
So he’s got maybe—maybe 8 inches hanging there. I thought to myself, you know, at least he was reasonable in his size increase, right?
Well I was wrong. Sam looked down and lifted up his meat. We watched it. It seemed to be growing, but a lot slower than Eric’s had. I commented on it.
“Yeah the Professor said mine would take more time because it was a bigger change,” said Sam.
I almost laughed because I thought, “Sam has an 8” soft cock but he’s unhappy because it’s not big enough.
Eric looked at the weights and said, “I might as well get started.”
Well he didn’t know anything about weight training but both David and I were there to help. We started him on squats using just the bar, you know, to learn balance.
I turned back to Sam.. Now he was finally entering the mythic size cock range like us. He looked to have at least 11 inches hanging there. He was cut with a large knobby glans at the end. He looked at me with sort of an intense gaze and says,” I told the Professor to make mine really big.”
“Uh… did you specify a size range?”
Because the Professor was weird. How big would he think big was? We would soon find out.
I looked back and Eric was on the bench press now. Again, with just the 45 pound bar. But he was learning.
I turned back to Sam and was startled. His cock had expanded a lot while I was looking at Eric. I didn’t think I’d looked away that long. But he was hanging 13 inches, and then he sits down in a chair, leans back and splays his legs apart. He’s looking at himself in the mirror.
Before too long Sam’s at 14”, about the same size as Eric, which is really too big, but he doesn’t stop growing. Sam keeps feeling his meat, as it grows larger and heavier, and his small hands look tinier and tinier on his cock. His balls were already larger than Eric’s.
“Oh Professor what did you do?” I thought.
Sam was soon 15” long, then 16” long, then 17” long, then 18” long. I was about ready to drag him back to the Professor when he stopped growing.
I breathed a sigh of relief. I mean, you could hang 18… or maybe 19 inches of cock in loose trousers.
Forget 501’s. Never gonna happen. Sam had been far too small and now maybe he was far too big.
He started to stroke his meat, which actually took some effort it was so big and heavy. But the nerve connection thing must have kicked in because he was squirming with joy at the sensation flooding him. I mean, I was maybe jealous for a second, but Sam seemed out of control. Oh, and by the way, he had two softballs hanging there. Fortunately the left was higher than the right. But how was he to get that in trousers?
Pretty quick he had a big fat chubby going on, and I mean big and fat chubby when I say big and fat.
Finally, and it took some time, he was hard. He was, I have to admit, magnificent, his cock about 24 inches long. Monstrous but, you know, he could walk around with it. Although he was clumsy. His balance was way off. He probably weighed 120 pounds, and 20 pounds of that was cock and balls.
He wanted some help so I obliged him and he shot like a water cannon maybe 14 or 17 blasts, I don’t know, I lost count. When he was done, he sorta leaned back in the chair, and his cock was slowly becoming flaccid, shrinking down until it was merely 18 or 19 inches long.
I looked over and saw Eric was taking a break. By which I mean, he had my boyfriend sucking his huge cock. Finally Eric shot a gusher of cum, and his cock softened a bit, but he was sitting up and bright eyed and as soon as he could get his cock back into his gym shorts (he’d changed) he went back to the weights.
“Hey man, you gotta clean up!” said David. So Eric took the hose and washed both his and Sam’s cum down the drain. At least it was an easy clean up. “So what’s next?” asks Eric. So I start him on deadlifts. But this time at least he had a couple of 25 pound plates on the bar. And it seemed a lot easier for him.
Then I turned back again and looked at Eric and saw that his fat was disappearing. It wasn’t completely gone, but it was definitely disappearing fast. And for the first time I noticed how hairy Eric was. I think his hair was growing in thicker and darker, especially on his pecs.
Sam seemed a bit recovered, and I found his shorts and handed them to him with his underwear. Well, no matter how stretchy the spandex, Eric wasn’t going to fit into the Andrew Christian. He pulled them on and tried to stuff his balls in the pouch. No go. So then he tries to shove the tip of his cock in the pouch, but it loops back up higher than his waistline. Then he tries to pack it in like some zig zag snake thing, and it still stuck out to high. And the red fabric was starting to show strain and unravel. Already I could spot two tiny holes in the spandex, that just kept getting bigger.
“Hell, I might as well fireball!” said Sam.
He pulled up his shorts and his cock hung down past the hem about 8 inches. He was able to button the shorts higher, which didn’t help the cock hanging out problem, but he had to cover his monstrous balls. He stood up, clapped his hands and walked to the weights. But he got on a treadmill and started running first thing. He was a little guy but a decent runner so I think he did like 5 miles right away. But when he got off the treadmill he wasn’t even breathing hard. It was like easy for him.
Eric came over then and got on the treadmill and pounded out 7 miles. He was covered in sweat, exhausted but happy when he was done. I’d increased the incline on Eric. A lot. His ass was already looking fine in his gym shorts, not blown up or anything, but tight and round.
Well I took Eric under my wing and David took Sam and we did our complete whole body workout. It took 2 hours normally to do that, but we were at it about 3 hours because we had to teach them what was what. Finally we’re like done, and suddenly Eric and Sam remember to thank us, and they do, and then they can’t stop saying thank you. They’re eyeing each other, and they’re going to go get some “food.”
“You can use the pool house…” said David. “Just cover up the mattress with a Jacuzzi cover so you don’t soak the sheets in cum. And make sure you wash everything down the drain, not into the pool!”
They promise okay and head out. They’re gonna go to someplace to get some chicken and then to the pool. Well, Sam had to do something about his “indecent exposure” problem. So he looped his cock back up his trouser leg and hung it through the crotch and back down the other leg.
Well here’s what happened. I was kinda worried about them, especially little Sam. I follow them to the chicken shack and they ordered two giant buckets to go. hmmm.
They still looked the same as they always had except Eric had slimmed down, definitely , and if you didn’t look at his monster crotch, he looked like any other kid at school. I knew that wouldn’t last.
So after they made it safely to the pool house without any of the school bullies bothering them, I knew they would be okay.
Tomorrow morning, they wouldn’t have to worry about bullies anymore. I did wonder how tall they would become, and how muscular. David was gigantic because he’d been exercising right after his reality blast, and these two if anything had overdone the training David had done by 50%.
So they made love together that evening, screwing each other in every conceivable way that still fit, and then they fell into a deep slumber, curled up in each other’s arms. I thought about that later. Them spending the night together with reality so fluid for them… any wonder they fell in love and became a couple?
I headed over to the pool house at first light with clothing for the guys. I looked in and saw two large men sleeping together, barely fitting on the California King mattress.
I looked again. These weren’t men. They were giants. Eric’s arm hanging off the mattress looked as big as a leg, and Sam’s gargantuan arm made Eric’s look tiny. What had Sam told the Professor?
They were naked, of course, their massive junk splayed out, and as I entered the door the sound of the latch woke up Sam. The giant black man on the mattress started to move. There was a deep, rumbling groan of waking up and yawning, and then he froze. He remembered. He carefully climbed out of bed, trying not to awaken Eric, but Eric was already stirring without Sam by his side.
Sam stood up. and up. and up. Shit, he was taller than 8’ I thought! Even more freaky was the incredible size of his muscles. He stretched his arms wide-yawned. Then he turned to look into the mirror. And froze again. Then he moved his arm. The massive arm in the mirror moved. He posed a double bicep—cold—and his arms and shoulders were bigger than David’s. I think his biceps were in the range of 27 or 28” even then.
I looked over. Eric was sitting on the edge of the bed. His knees stuck up because his legs were so long the mattress wasn’t set tall enough for him. But he looked comfortable enough. That was the first time I noticed how incredibly handsome Eric was. Almost as handsome as my blond David. I think Sam’s loving gaze transformed Eric overnight. Eric was enjoying the show. A lot.
I looked back at Sam. He was definitely a new man, even his face was regularised in features and proportions and my mind recalibrated to the new Sam, forgetting the old Sam, and I realised this black man in front of me was one of the most beautiful men I’d ever seen.
“Wow,” said Eric.
Sam held out his hand to Erick who gathered himself and stood up carefully. And up. and up. and up.
I was gonna have to get used to seeing that. Eric was 4 inches taller than Sam, although Sam was far more massively muscled. Then I realised, they had another two whole days before reality “tightened up” around them again. What would Eric do today in the gym, being taller than Sam? Sam had really been short so this sorta made sense, looking at them.
Their cocks both looked a bit more impressive than last night, but nothing more than maybe another inch or two each.
Eric kissed Sam gently, and then they turned and looked into the mirror together. It was so beautiful. Truly. I thought about all the people on Earth, stuck with the hand they’d been dealt, and here the Professor had figured out how to let people become fully realised. To be who they were on the inside on the outside.
Eric, by the way, was ripped. I mean, not an ounce of fat on him. Sam was likewise ripped but he was not as cut as Eric. Eric’s desire to get rid of the extra fat must have been… well, he changed his reality. A bit easier than for most people. I walked up and stood beside them, Me, really tall and muscular massive bodybuilder me, and I was short and slender compared to these two Gods.
Eric also had a lot of body hair, black and curling. Not too much, I thought, but just right. His chest was a masculine wonderland. Eric’s brown skin from his Southeast Asian mixed heritage looked exotic and sexy. His eyes were now more that green-brown with gold flecks you see on men from Rio de Janiero.
Sam’s hairless smooth ebony black flawless without a blemish skin stretched tight across pectorals that were each as wide as most men’s chests. His delts were truly the size of soccer balls. And he had very wide, thick lats, which gave him a tremendous deep-V shape to his torso. His eyes were a darker brown, it seemed, so that his pupils looked larger than they really were. It was part of his handsomeness, I guess.
They exclaimed over each other’s giant muscles, admiring each other. I was kinda on the sideline, and that was okay for me.
I was happy for them.
Then Eric clapped his hands together and said, “I can’t wait for school.”
I threw the clothes to them, stretch denim loose jeans, and 3XL and 5XL muscle t-shirts. I gave each of them a pair of special spandex underwear I’d learned to sew together by modifying store-bought with a lot of extra fabric in the crotch. Now, I was hung 13” plus a bit, soft, so Eric’s meat fit into the pouch pretty easily. If his cock wasn’t so damn thick it wouldn’t have been near so tight. Oh well.
Sam pulled up the briefs I’d given to him, carefully stretching the leg holes over his enormous quadriceps. They stretched like crazy but didn’t rip. He was able to pack his genitals into the crotch pouch, and all I could think was thank God spandex was so very stretchy. Remember, Sam’s soft cock was a lot thicker than mine, his balls were 50% larger at least, and his flaccid cock was 6 inches longer than mine. But it held.
I have to say something. Watching these two guys together was really hot. And you know what? All it made me want to do was run to David and have sex for 8 hours straight through. Which was the only thing straight about us, but we had that stamina.
I should mention I took up sewing. I made my clothes and David’s clothes. I took a design for men’s jeans, or t- shirt, or muscle-t, or dress shirt, or slacks, and I scaled them larger for me and even bigger for my massive David.