The Wizard of Hot

by hyperboi

A young man’s difficult life on a struggling Kansas farm takes a sudden turn when a cyclone appears, taking him and his brother far from home to another place altogether.

Added: 10 Apr 2021 Updated: 8 May 2021 16,021 words 4,674 views 5.0 stars (3 votes)

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Dorian Gale—called “Do” by his friends and family—looked through the bedroom window at the cloudy grey sky and sighed. It was Saturday and what was he doing? Studying at home. He lived in a farm in Kansas where everything was grey and boring. If at least he lived in the city he could maybe have some fun sometimes, or even have real friends.

He did have them at some point, though. He just couldn’t remember. He and his little brother Toby were in the car when their parents had the accident and passed away years ago and since then they’d had to move in with his great uncle Henry and great aunt Emma. Henry was the brother of his grandfather, but they didn’t know him before the accident cause they never visited them and the reason was simple: They lived in the middle of nowhere in an old farm.

Just to go to the local school, Do and his brother had had to walk almost an hour till they reached the bus stop. That had helped him to stay as lean as if he did not have an ounce of fat on him, and the same went for his one year younger brother, 18 now but like a small clone of him. Even if Do had any friends at high school or at the community college he was at now, he couldn’t meet them outside school due to distance, even after was old enough to drive. The truck was always in use on the farm, and the tractor wasn’t workable either.

If it weren’t for his brother, he would have gone crazy from loneliness. The three permanent workers on the farm (his uncle and aunt were too old to do the work) were always busy, although they were plenty nice to them. He and his brother often helped them work, but it was more to keep the boredom away. Increasingly another problem had developed, which was how attractive he found them and how to hide it.

He had come out at school by mistake his senior year and… let’s just say that’s the reason he had no friends among his classmates now. Most families in those parts were strict Catholics (to the point of reminding Do about the stories of the Inquisition) and their kids were taught to think in a very old-fashioned way. They didn’t bully him or anything, but they treated him like he had some kind of weird infectious disease. His brother knew, of course; they had always been close. But the first time Toby tried defending him at school, Do stopped him. His own school life was dead, and there was no reason for his brother to share the same fate. Do convinced him not to approach him at school and he reluctantly accepted it. Toby still resented how his big brother was treated, so even if he socialized normally at school, he didn’t make close friends. Once at home it was another story, with Toby following Do everywhere day and night. That made Do’s jerk off sessions a bit difficult, so that he was looking for excuses to be alone. His brother was really cute, but… Do didn’t want to cross that line with him. At least not until Toby was more mature. Or maybe more buff, who knows.

Both brothers were on the small side (in height and… other areas) and really thin, with reddish brown hair, clear grey eyes and very white skin. Toby was smaller than Do had been at his age and he sometimes complained about it. There wasn’t much to be done, as he ate as much food as two people and still his growth seemed to stall at 5 foot 4. Do wasn’t that tall either at 5 feet 8, but that was still acceptable for his age.

Their white skin was a clear contrast when they helped the workers, Hank, Tim and Leo, who were tanned and very attractive, in Do’s eyes.

Hank was huge. Whenever there was a heavy object to move, he was the one to call. He usually worked with the biggest animals, like the cows or horses. He was very tall, almost 7 feet, and had huge muscles, especially his arms which were enormous and round. He always wore overalls that showed most of his upper body, and even in such baggy clothes, from the bulge displayed, he had a huge salami down there. He wasn’t very smart, though, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it, but he still was good at his job and that’s why he still kept it.

Smarter was Tim, the Italian frost king. He had the darkest skin of the three and his black hair was always gelled and combed backwards, shining in the sun. He had the face of a model, and his body, despite lacking the hugeness of Hank, was ripped as hell, like bodyfat was an alien concept to him, making him look like he had a hard-as-steel body. He wasn’t really sensitive and often made hurtful remarks, although Do never knew if it was intended. He had never seen him use a mocking tone, or smile. He was a silent type, to top it all, and seemed to enjoy working on the cornfields the most, alone as the lone wolf he was.

In contrast, Leo was always loud, overdramatic and always exaggerated. Not to mention his hearing was too powerful for his own good, as the slightest sound could startle him and make him jump. Also, he was the hairiest man Do had ever seen. Normally Do disliked body hair, but on Leo it looked hot. Plus, Leo was charismatic and lovable, so his charm would win anyone over despite not being liked by his looks. He looked wild with his straw-colored mane, thick eyebrows, and beard.

Do threw his book at the bed, which was a really easy act, since the room he shared with his brother was incredibly small. There was enough space for one bed on top of the other (he had the top one), a small cupboard with clothes and a small desk with a chair, and even with so few and small furniture the room was packed.

He wondered what his brother was doing, so he went out of his room into the living room, which shared space with the kitchen. The house was really small: it had one main bedroom, the boys’ small bedroom (formerly a storage room), a bathroom-toilet, and the kitchen-living room. They didn’t have much tech either, not because the old couple was against it but because asking for a computer was out of budget and internet would be a dream and they wouldn’t be able to afford it, with the farm just squeaking by year after year.

Do left the house, earning himself a sudden heat blast on the face. The oppressiveness of the heat made him think of a storm coming, and the sky was cloudy, but he dismissed the idea—big storms out here were rare the last few years. He went into the barn where Toby was helping Hank feeding the horses, although the amount of food each was carrying was comically different. That was another bad side of being small. Helping around the farm was one of the few things to do around there, but with their small size there wasn’t all that much they could help with. Nevertheless, the three workers enjoyed their company, even Tim—sure, he never said a nice thing, but he also never told them to get lost and always told them the what they could help with whenever they asked.

Do admired the sight for a bit before approaching them. Hank was holding a huge fodder sack under his muscled bare right arm, with the left was bulging while scratching the back of his head. He looked lost in thought. Toby was watching him in awe too, but Do wondered if it had to do with the same awe he had or it was some sort of superhero awe, since Hank had that superman build. Toby still liked his comic books, and Do had to admit that he did, too.

“Hey Hank!”

“Hey, kid.”

“What are you doing there?”

“I’m trying to think where the new bigger fodder bags were. I’m not sure if I forgot them or they haven’t told me yet.”

Toby noticed another worker approaching. “Leo!”

The wild looking man arrived and stared at the small group. “What’s up? Did you deliver the fodder to the horses yet, Hank? Tim said they were getting nervous.” Then he looked up to the cloudy sky. “Might be the weather…”

The aforementioned serious worker appeared from the barn. “Hank! Could you finish with the fodder already?”

“Dunno where the new bigger bags are. Did someone told me where they were?” he replied.

Tim rolled eyes. “Supposedly next to the old smaller ones?”

“Yeah, that’s where Mr Gale left them this morning,” Leo agreed.

“Hey, nobody told me!” Hank shrugged.

“How about you figure it out for once? You just had to look!” Tim frowned. This was a bit mean, in Do’s opinion, even if part of him agreed. Hank usually needed to be told everything.

Then a new voice interrupted. “Is Mr Gale here?”

Eeek!” Leo almost jumped from the interruption. Do and Toby would have chuckled at that if it weren’t for the person who had interrupted them.

Mr Ginch.

He was a land owner in the region. He was quite wealthy and had been for a while trying to buy the land of Do’s uncle. It didn’t help that he was big, intimidating, and mean (and not in a not-so-bad way like Tim). In his arms he was carrying Hunter, a bulldog with as bad a temper as his owner (and a similar face). He was wearing some bandages on one leg.

None of the workers liked him any more than Do did, but they tried to be civil with him.

“Haven’t seen him today,” Hank stated, looking away.

“Have you tried the main house?” Leo suggested.

Tim didn’t change his face. “Trying first in the barn seems a bit foolish to me, but be my guest.”

It was those kinds of cool moments where he spoke the plain truth that made Do respect Tim despite everything.

But his uncle seemed to have noticed something and was heading his way there, with his wife next to him.

“Mr Ginch… To what do we owe the pleasure?” he greeted him with dry sarcasm.

The man glanced at the two teens with disdain. “Yesterday, those two trespassed my property again.”

“We just took the way next to his fence! We didn’t cross it!” Do objected immediately.

“That’s not all!” Ginch barreled on, ignoring Do. “My poor Hunter, expertly trained to expel trespassers, had to chase them away!”

It was Toby that spoke up this time. “That mean-ass dog went out of his way to try biting us!”

“That’s not all!” Ginch persisted, ignoring the other teen, too. “While defending my property, my Hunter injured his leg!”

“Too bad it wasn’t the head,” Do mentioned in a low voice that still could be heard by everyone. He could almost swear he saw a quick twitch at the corner of Tim’s mouth.

“Here is the vet’s estimate of what the bill will be,” Ginch concluded, handing Henry a paper that left him frowning as he read it. “And I doubt this poor place can afford such a prize, unless…. You finally give in to the purchase, Gale.”

“Not a chance, Ginch!” Great Uncle Henry replied, infuriated.

“Think it over well. Moving out will do you good. After all, housing the Devil has reduced the value in all your transactions, has it not?” Ginch added with a satisfaction smile.

Do’s face lost all its color. He looked at the three workers, who suddenly thought of looking somewhere else. Then he looked at his uncle and aunt, who were doing a bit of the same.

He didn’t know how he could have affected his family and their farm, but if it was true the poor fortunes of the farm suddenly had an explanation.

“I’m sure you helped spreading the rumors, huh?” Herny accused the man bitterly.

He shrugged. “So what if I did? And they aren’t rumors, but the truth. This freak”—he gestured at Do—”is a deviant and doesn’t belong here.”

Then it happened. His fragile aunt, who seemed half the size of Ginch, took a couple steps forward and slapped him with such force that it might have been heard in the next county. Ginch had to step back a bit. Henry, no doubt knowing full well what his wife was capable of, was the only one who didn’t look startled.

“Just because you own half the country’s land doesn’t mean you won the people, you Demon,” she spat. “Get off of my property before you are the one who needs surgery!”

Ginch looked at them all with clear hate. “All right, I’ll go, but this isn’t over, you hear me? No matter your stubbornness, you will have to go sooner or later.”

They watched him go, then Emma looked at the three workers, who were standing there staring at her. “What are you waiting for? Fall? Get back to work.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” the three of them said in unison. They quickly scattered.

Do watched them go and looked at his aunt and uncle, feeling like crap. “I’m sorry…” he began.

“Don’t be silly, Do,” Henry cut him off dismissively.

“You don’t have anything to be ashamed of,” Emma said.

But that didn’t erase the fact he was causing them trouble. He watched them go into the house and sighed after they closed the door.

“Auntie Em is awesome, isn’t she?” Toby said, proudly, then smiled. “I’m gonna go help Hank!”

Do smiled back at his brother and watched him go. His smile didn’t last, though. The wind was started to pick up, so Do started to head in. He approached the back door to enter the house, but stopped. He could hear his aunt and uncle discussing something.

“His bite is more than it seems, Emma. He has that kind of power after all.”

“Is money all people care about? How can they claim to be Christians when they behave like hypocrites? What about love everyone instead of scorning others that are different?”

“If only we could work the whole land… add a second crop or two… then maybe we could have the money and the influence to counter his. That might even change how people see things if we had the power like him…”

“But we can’t afford the workers to farm more than run a quarter of the land. And corn is all we can grow as we are now.”

“I’ll think of something. They are family, not a nuisance.”

Do felt like crap and it had nothing to do with the weather, which was worsening by the minute.

They had told him it wasn’t his fault, but in the end, he was the one causing too much trouble and couldn’t stand it. His uncle seemed like he didn’t know what to do yet, but Do knew there was something he could do. If he was the cause of the problems, there was something he could do. It would be hard, but he felt it was the only thing he could do.

He went around the side of the house and entered his room from the window. He got out his old knapsack, threw some clothes inside along with some pictures of his family, and then wrote a short goodbye letter. It read: “I’m sorry, you’ll be better off without me. Love, Do”.

He left it on his pillow and, taking the suitcase, he went out of the house the same way he entered. He snuck through the yard and then headed north for the county road as quickly as he could.

Not long after, Toby got bored watching Hank feed the horses and went back to the house looking for his brother.


He glanced out the window and saw someone running in the distance with a knapsack on his back. Then noticed the note on the bed and cursed. “You idiot!” He jumped through the window and ran after him.

He couldn’t see him now but the dirt drive leading to the county road was hard to miss. He hoped he could catch up before he could get a bus or something. He glanced up at the sky above and cursed again, knowing he would regret going out without an umbrella or a slicker. He was wearing blue shorts and a white tee shirt, but even with such bad weather it didn’t felt cold at all, so he hoped he wouldn’t mind getting wet anyway.

Do couldn’t see the farm anymore and though he was far enough away to slow down a bit and calm himself. He looked around, frowning. It might have been the weather or the shitty situation, but the scenery looked more gray and depressing than usual.

Plus, he was already missing his li’l bro. He stopped, thinking maybe he should have brought him with him. But he didn’t even know how would he sustain himself. How would he manage if he took his brother with him, too?

He noticed a smaller track splitting from the dirt road. Something was parked close by—it looked like a caravan.

It took him a couple minutes to reach the structure, though he almost immediately wished he hadn’t come near it. It was creepy and felt abandoned. It looked like one of those circus carts, made of wood. There was a horse nearby and a small fire. Some sticks with sausages were in the fire, but there was no one around.

He checked the cart out. It didn’t have much decoration, and what it had was mostly too decolorized to be make out. The upper part over a dusty window said “Ozzy the mysterious” with a drawing of a young man with a funny mustache and a turban with a purple gem. His face looked serious and intimidating.

He started backing away when the cart’s door opened and an old man his uncle’s age got out. He looked as surprised as Do.

“Hoh!” he said. He looked suddenly pleased. The man was bald and had the same funny mustache the image in the cart had.

“Are you… Ozzy, the mysterious?” Do arched a brow.

“Hoho! Indeed I am! You must have a good inner eye to guess with such ease!”

“Actually I read in the—”

But the old man was ignoring him. He grabbed Do’s arm and made him sat on a big log near the fire.

“My, my, take a sausage! What brings you to my presence, young one? Seeking for hidden knowledge?”

“No, I—”

“No, wait! You wanted to become my disciple!”

“In fact, I—”

“No, wait!” he exclaimed once more, making Do roll eyes. He had his left arm stretched outwards, asking for Do to be still, while the other was on his face, covering his eyes. “You’re running away from home!”

That made Do to raise his brows in amazement. “Wow! How could you…”

Ozzy gave him a knowing look and shrugged. “In any case, you might need to know what’s in store for you.” He grabbed a nearby big green bag and started checking the contents. He took out an old music box, then another identical one, then another one… then some smaller red boxed. All of them were discarded as if they had no value. He then pulled out some red girl’s shoes, and finally got a dusty crystal ball. “Here we are!”

To cap all of this he then took an old turban out and put it on his head. He left the ball in his lap and started chanting in some weird language. Then he opened his eyes and stared at the ball, wiggling his fingers at it.

“Ohhh… I can see… nothing!”

Do just stared at him. “Say what?”

“Look, kid, Ozzy can’t work with you disturbing my inner eye energy. I need you to concentrate and send good vibes, can you do that?”

Do sighed. “Look, I didn’t ask yo—”

Silence!” Ozzy barked, almost startling him. “Now close your eyes and project those nice thoughts I know you have inside…”

Do rolled eyes again, but ended doing what he was being told. After a couple minutes, Ozzy started talking again and Do opened one eye to check what he was doing. He was looking at the ball, apparently seeing nothing, but…

“Ohh…. I can see…. There is an old couple there…”

Do was surprised, shouldn’t he start talking about fake future scenarios?

“The woman is very small and the man has a weird shaped nose…”

“Aunt Emma and uncle Henry!” Do exclaimed.



“There is also a small kid with them… they look worried, they are looking for something… or someone…”

Doubts about the magician’s powers being real fading away. Do felt awful. Of course his family would worry when they notice his absence and Toby would be so angry at him…

“Wait, the woman has fallen to the ground!”


“She’s grabbing at her chest!”

“Oh no!”

He was silent for a moment.

“What else?” Do asked him, anxious to know.

“I’m sorry, the ball doesn’t show anything else.” Ozzy looked at him as if nothing had happened or they had been talking about the weather.

Do started to panic and got up, cinching his knapsack. He had to almost lean into the wind to stop it from knocking him over.

“Thanks Ozzy! I have to go!”

Ozzy just nodded and waved him off. The fire was out now, probably thanks the increasingly nasty wind. He started to take care of his horse while he shook his head, and Do caught a snatch of his muttering on the shifting wind. “Poor kid, I hope he gets home safely…”

Halfway back Do found his brother Toby, who hugged him, but looked quite angry.

“Hey, To-to,” he grinned, calling him by the nickname that only him used.

But Toby was too angry to even smile. “Don’t To-to me! Are you an idiot? Don’t you dare ever do that again or I’ll kick your ass!”

Do tried not to laugh at that, coming from a kid half a foot shorter than him and a lot lighter, too. “Sorry I made you worried.” Then he recalled his aunt collapsing from what sounded like a heart attack. “What about Aunt Em?”

“What about Auntie Em?” Toby cocked his head to the side, quite cutely, also shielding his face from the wind, both of them forced to speak louder. For once, his concerns and worries won over how cute his brother looked to him right there and then.

“I thought she collapsed from looking out for me?”

“Not that I know o—” Then Toby’s eyes got wide and stared at something behind Do.

Do turned around and saw something that made him more scared than anything he had ever seen. “Ow, shit!”

It was a cyclone. Kansas was prone to cyclones, but that was the first time Do had seen one with his own eyes, outside TV. He knew how devastating could they be.

He grabbed his brother’s hand dragged him alongside him. “Run!”

On the Gale’s farm, the workers and bosses were in a panic, leaving the animals free as the humans went looking for the two missing kids. It wasn’t the first time they had had a cyclone warning, but it was the first time they had it so close they could actually see it. Not far away from the house there was a small trapdoor leading to a storm cellar for such contingencies and they were aware they would have to use it soon, given the speed they could see the phenomenon grinding towards them.

Emma didn’t want to enter until they found the kids, but she was forced by the three workers and Henry, who could only pray the kids had found shelter wherever they were. It was just then, as they closed the door and the cyclone was close enough to be lifting nearby detritus away, that the two teenagers crossed the fence and approached the house shouting for their aunt and uncle. The wind was so loud there was no way to hear anything they were shouting. They couldn’t even hear themselves. And that was why Do wasn’t letting go of Toby’s hand. The wind might blow him away, but he knew for sure that the cyclone could well blow both away, easily.

The house was empty. They ran for the storm cellar, dodging branches and other flying objects.

Once they reached it, Do started kicking the door and screaming for them to open it, but the loudness outside didn’t let them be heard and soon he gave up. Toby pulled at his sleeve, making him look at what was next to them.

The cyclone was so close now that it didn’t look like one anymore, with a slim point in the ground that became wider as it went up. For them it was a column of windy destruction so wide it would easily swallow up any building in its way. Or obliterate it.

Toby pointed at the house. He was going to nod and turn when he saw the barn being ripped apart piece by piece by the wall of wind and understood that the smaller house had no chance of defending itself better than that against it. Still, it was better than staying outside, so they quickly entered the house.

Once inside, Toby locked the front door, a futile gesture that unexpectedly made Do chuckle. As if that would stop the wind! The windows were all open, but he didn’t even bother closing them. Instead, he grabbed his brother’s tiny arm and guided him to their little room and pulled him under the bad, hugging him close. They lay there cringing, closing their eyes hard and waiting for the impact force.

It didn’t arrive.


The first thing Do noticed was the silence, before he realized he could hear his brother speak. He peeked out from under the bed. It seemed they were still in their room.

“Is it… over?” Toby’s trembling voice finished waking him up from stupor and they came out under the bed. There was no more wind. Actually there was a weird calmness around them. Do felt weird, as if he weighed nothing.

Then he saw the desk of his room floating in front of him. The same book he had threw that very morning flying slowly next to him. he poked it with one finger and that moved the book easily, like in those movies he had seen in outer space where there was no gravity.

“Do… what’s happening?”

He turned to see his brother floating too, and he finally noticed himself doing the same. He managed to grab the window frame and looked outside. Then his blood froze. Outside it was hell, with wind instead of fire. Everything outside was flying from one side to the other at extreme speeds, sometimes bumping into each other with such force they became dust. There was still a cyclone outside, so why…?

He just needed to poke his head outside and look up and then down. Up he could see a circle of blue sky surrounded by the greyest spinning clouds he had ever seen and below them he could see such darkness and chaos he only wanted to get inside and hide under the bed. If it weren’t moving as random as the rest of things inside the house, that is.

He stared at his brother, who seemed confused. “Toby… we’re inside the cyclone…”

His brother’s face distorted a bit from fear and surprise. He was grabbed by Do again and with a hand that was free, grabbed one of the floating thin mattresses.

He didn’t know what could happen now. Their house might have gotten on the eye of the storm where there was calm (he had read that somewhere), but who knows how much longer they would be safe there—and even if the cyclone disappeared, there was no telling how far up in the sky they were. The fall would be disastrous.

Feeling like he had left things to chance a bit too much, he managed to make his brother cling to him like a koala to a tree and, grabbing the thin mattress, surrounded themselves with it. They waited, hoping for the best.

His precautions were not a second too soon, as everything started moving again fast and chaotic.

Both siblings screamed as the world spun until they lost consciousness.
When Do came to, there was a slight breeze coming from the window with a sweet scent and he could hear birds chirping outside. He opened his eyes and saw his little brother next to him. Both on top of his mattress but in the living room, instead of his room. He would have thought of it as a dream if everything around him weren’t out of place or broken.

He stirred a bit and his brother awoke as well, sitting down and looking around with wide open eyes.

“Are we alive?”

Do laughed, relieved it had ended at last. He stood up and his brother did as well. The floor was a bit cracked, but mostly intact, although it felt like it wasn’t quite leveled. Maybe it had landed on a hill or something?

Do chuckled and shook his head. There was no way the house would be this fine if it had fell from the sky. He probably imagined that part. But still everything seemed inclined to the left…

He rubbed and patted his clothes, brushing off a bit of the dust and also checking himself in case he was hurt, but there didn’t seem to be any blood or broken bones. Then he started checking on his brother, even lifting his tee shirt, which made him go all red. He chuckled at his shyness and with a mischievous grin, pressed his mouth in his brother’s flat belly and blew, making farting noises. That made Toby to crack up laughing and fall on the mattress again.

He finally pushed his older brother away and when he managed to get his breath back from laughing to the point of getting all red, he pouted, “Jeez, I’m not a kid anymore, you know?”

Do grinned and got up, walking towards the front door with his brother tailing him. Once outside, the scenery took his breath away.

Used to the grayscale scenery back in Kansas, he couldn’t imagine such nature and colors surrounding him. Plus, everything was huge! The plants, the houses… the houses were all painted in a bright blue color and the plants everywhere were all taller than him, with even the smallest flowers the size of dinner plates. He got a bit nervous thinking of the size of the bugs. There were many trees with brown trunks and looking up, the sun only let him see a blue folliage on top of the trees. They were probably 20 feet tall.

He finally found his tongue. “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore, To-to,” he said.

They were in some kind of town center, and on the ground before them was a spiraling golden road. Then Toby pointed at something in the sky approaching.

Do narrowed his eyes and tried using his hands to shield the sunlight and see better. It looked like a bubble getting closer and closer. Or was it already close and was just growing? He couldn’t tell. But the moment the bubble was the size of an adult, it imploded, and Do and his brother were astonished at what they saw inside.

There was a man dressed in odd white clothing. His face looked as young as Do’s, but his grey eyes spoke of many years of wisdom. His short hair was curly and white, as were his eyebrows and long eyelashes. Everywhere on his tanned skin was sparkled a kind of silvery dust.

He was fairly tall, about 6 and a half feet, and his torso was bare apart from an open sleeveless vest, which showed off some defined pectorals and abs; around the next were wild, fluffy fur decorations. His lower half was way crazier. He wore what looked like a white jockstrap that seemed like he had stuffed a pumpkin in the front, and below that he wore high boots with platforms.

Basically a drag queen, Do thought in summary, with less makeup and way more bulge. He shook his head and keep staring, not really believing his eyes.

The newcomer was wearing a little silver crown accessory on his head and had a silver pipe in his hand. He wasn’t smoking with it, though, but blowing bubbles.

Do glanced at his brother, in case he was the only one having visions, but Toby seemed as dumbfounded as he was.

Then the white-clad stranger spoke, but not the way Do expected. “Sup, bitches? Or should I say, witches?”

Do blinked. “What?”

Toby cocked his head to the right. “Huh?”

The new guy blew a bubble the size of a beachball and let himself fall on top of it, floating towards them as if the air was water. Do stopped staring at the man’s junk pressed against the transparent bubble, and when he looked up the man was looking directly at him and stopped just inches from his face. “So are you a bad witch or a good witch?”

Do frowned. “Excuse me, but I’m not a witch. I’m a guy!”

“Magician, sorcerer, spirit, politic… whatever?” the stranger continued, looking amused.

Do shook his head and the new guy turned to Toby. “Then are you the witch?”

Do grabbed his brother and put him behind himself. “He’s just my brother!”

The bubble guy pouted, looking perplexed. He blew another bubble that floated under him and exploded the previous bubble, sitting on the second one, crossing his legs and leaning his arms on them. He blew more little bubbles as he seemed to think, eyes slightly unfocused. Then he looked up, still talking to Do.

“You see… I’m confused here,” he said. “The titans called, telling me a witch had killed the East Spirit by throwing a house at him. And that’s the house, here you are, and that’s all that’s left of the East Spirit.” He signaled with his pipe behind them.

Do and Toby turned around and almost screamed when they saw the reason the house wasn’t evenly leveled on the ground. The right side was tilted up because a hulking figure was trapped under it. Only a grey wild hair and half of both arms were sticking out of the house. Those forearms were slightly blue skinned and were tremendously muscled and tattooed. Each wrist had a pretty golden bracelet with many gems. The part of the head that was sticking out was hideous.

The bubble-guy watched them react with amusement. “That’s your house, right?”

Do nodded.

“You must be a very powerful magic-wielder being to kill someone like the East spirit.”

Do looked terrified. “I didn’t! I mean, it was an accident…”

On the other hand, Toby was more shocked by the dead body. “I thought spirits would be transparent and stuff, but they are hella fugly.”

Bubble-guy chuckled and they could hear a deep roaring laugh above their heads. Do looked around. “What was that?”

“The titans,” explained the white-clothed guy, still amused at the smaller ones’ innocence. “They laugh because, I’m a Spirit too. I’m Oswald of the North, Spirit of Changing Winter.” He made an exaggerated and elegant bow.

Toby realized he had been rude and apologized, but Oswald shrugged it off. “No problem kiddo. Everett was, indeed, fugly as hell. But now he’s dead! And his ruling over the titans has ended!”

Then a trembling in the ground made the siblings unbalanced, as they saw in amazement the tree trunks bending on the middle, now revealed to be the legs of massive, human-shaped beings. The blue upper part they saw before was their shirts and now that they were looking down at them, they could see their smiling faces.

“They are very happy,” Oswald informed them, “‘cause you’ve killed their tyrant ruler, Everett of the East, Spirit of Thunderous Fall.”

The ovation was deafening, but the happy mood was contagious and soon the siblings were smiling, shaking hands with the giants and being lifted up and down so everyone could see their saviors. Then Oswald asked the titans to set them on the ground and to mimic trees again. Though confused by the sudden mood change (Oswald seemed tense for some reason), they did as told, which showed Do how much they respected the Spirit of the North.

Then there was a huge explosion in the middle of the plaza and Do and Toby found themselves on each side of Oswald, who had each hand on the shoulders furthest from him in a defensive pose.

A green-skinned hulking figure appeared in the middle of the lingering dust from the explosion. The figure had tattoos over all his skin covering a very packed muscled body. His face was square shaped, with a long silky black hair framing it and falling down his broad back. He wore a weirdly shaped hat on top of his head and he wore black leather strings across his muscular chest, forming an X. He was barefoot and wore nothing to hide the massive schlong hanging from his crotch. The foreskin covered cockhead was pierced by a huge ring and seemed to be endlessly dripping some kind of black steaming substance that gave a sulfuric smell. His eyes were narrow and green and with his thick brows and the fangs that showed his mouth.

He looked like a beast. Do immediately thought of Leo and realized there are two ways of resembling a beast. This one wasn’t a good way.

He stared at the green hulk looking around and finally spotting the house and the corpse below it.

His ugliness struck Do as familiar. “Wasn’t he dead?” Do looked up at the Spirit of the North.

But Oswald shook his head. “That was his brother Everett, Spirit of the East. This is Theodore of the West, Spirit of Scorching Summer, and way worse than his brother ever was.”

Theodore spun around angrily. “Who killed him?” he roared. “Who killed the Spirit of the East?” He finally noticed the new face around and approached Do. “Was it you?”

Do shook his head. “It was an accident, I didn’t mean to kill anyone!”

“Actually, it’s a cyclone’s fault, don’t blame him just because it’s his house!” added Toby defiantly.

Do narrowed his eyes at Toby. “You mean, our house, To-to!”

Toby cringed a bit, his face red. “Stop calling me that when there are people around!”

Theodore ignored the small quarrel and still addressed his wrath at Do. “An accident, huh? Well, I can cause accidents too!” He moved toward him again.

But then Oswald coughed. “Forgetting the golden bracelets, yo?”

Theodore glanced at Oswald. His snarl changed to a purr and grinned viciously. “Yeah… the bracelets!”

With a mixture of infatuation and disgust, Do watched the evil creature’s massive cock swell to almost twice its size, obviously getting a powerful turn-on over… what was it? Bracelets?

With the thick cockhead dragging on the ground, Theodore waddled towards the house, but when he was about to grab the bracelets from the corpse, they vanished and the body collapsed into blue dust.

“The bracelets!” He turned around towards Oswald. “Those bracelets are mine now! Give them back!”

“They chose their master already.” Oswald winked at him amused. “Seems like the winner gets the loot. They are his and his alone!”

Do’s eyes widened. They were staring at him! He found something tight on his wrists and he opened the buttons of his shirt, revealing the pretty bracelets on his wrists. He had no idea how they got there, or why had they adapted to his vastly smaller wrist size.


But Theodore didn’t give him much time to be amazed. “Those bracelets are mine!” he shouted. “You can’t use their power, so give them back to me!”

Then Oswald got his face next to Do’s. “You’d better not,” he advised. “They must be really powerful, or else he wouldn’t want them that badly.”

Theodore snarled at him. “You stay out of this, Oswald, or I’ll get you as well.”

Oswald made a snapping of his fingers in front of him in a defiant manner. “Suck it up, bitch,” he grinned back at him. “You have no power here! Get the fuck out before another house lands on your green butt!”

Theodore grunted, but still gave a quick glance towards the sky. Then he backed off.

“Very well, I’ll go. But you, mah boy!” He pointed his index finger at Do, who cringed. “Don’t think you’re saved just yet. I’ll get you, and your little bro too!”

Then he gave an evil laugh and fire enveloped him, until he exploded. They all stared at it until the black smoke disappeared.

Oswald patted Do’s shoulder. “Seems like you got a bad enemy of the Spirit of the West.” Then he coughed. “Shit, now it smells of sulfur around here like the devil’s furnace! Oh well. I think the best thing for you would be getting the hell out of this land A-S-A-P.”

That would be easier if he knew where “this land” was, Do thought. “Where are we?” Toby asked, evidently thinking along the same lines.

“In the Magical Land of Hot! In the Eastern country’s capital city, to be exact.”

“I guess Kansas is quite far away, huh?” Do thought aloud.

Oswald shrugged. “No idea, kiddo. Hot is all I know. Five territories: North, ruled by yours truly; South, ruled by the spirit of the Renewing Spring, Glenn; East… now free from Everett; and you already met the ruler of the West. Around this land is only desert, so I hope you brought your broom with you if you want to get home.”

Do rolled eyes. “I told you I’m not a witch.”

“Hum…” Oswald was lost in thought, biting the end of his pipe. Then he opened his eyes wide “I guess there is only one who could help now. The Wizard of Hot.”

“The who?”

“He’s the ruler of the center territory of Hot. I’m surprised none of you asked when I left the fifth zone unexplained,” Oswald added with a pout.

Do didn’t want to waste more time. “Yeah, yeah, can he help us then? Is he a good guy?”

Oswald paused a bit before answering. “Hum… he’s powerful indeed and a just leader they say. He’s just so very mysterious…”

“We should go ask him anyway, right?” Toby suggested.

Oswald nodded. “And since someone is in denial about his witch nature and about having forgotten his broom at home…” Do rolled eyes and shook his head. “It seems like the two of you will have a long road ahead of you. Emerald City where there Wizard lives, is very far away. But you won’t get lost. You’ll just have to follow the yellow brick road.” He gestured toward the golden road with his pipe.

Both siblings looked at the way. It was clear as day.

“Wait here a sec,” Do said to his brother. He entered the house to get some stuff for the trip and while Toby waited, Oswald approached him.

“You seem quite defenceless, small one,” he said.

“I’m not that small,” Toby whined.

“Yeah, sure. Since I’m out of my territory, I don’t have much power here, but I can give you a small blessing for protection. It might turn not to be so small a blessing at the end, though,” he chuckled.

“Really?” Toby got all excited, thinking he would be seeing magic, but his smile got weaker as he saw the older guy lowering his jockstrap until his cock, as big as Theodore’s, flopped out. He wasn’t smiling when he saw the monster come to life and point directly to his face, just an inch away from his forehead. And he cringed when the massive cock exploded onto him, covering him from head to toe in cum.

He stayed like that, hoping he just imagined things and when he opened his eyes he would be clean again.

And indeed, he opened them and he had no sticky substance on him. Had he imagined it?

But there was Oswald, trying to stuff a semi-hard monster into the pouch of his jockstrap. Toby was very confused as he inspected himself. Where had that cum gone?

By the time his brother came back, Oswald’s pouch was just as massive as always, but smaller than a moment ago. And Toby would die of embarrassment before telling his brother what happened.

“You ready?” Oswald asked him.

Do nodded and smiled at his brother. “Let’s go!” Toby nodded at him back, glancing at Oswald awkwardly.

As they turned to exit the giants’ town, Oswald gave Do a final warning. “Remember, your brother might be protected by my blessing, but you have to take care of yourself. Never take those bracelets off, or you’ll be at the mercy of the Spirit of the West. And mercy is something he knows nothing about. Ciao!” In the blink of an eye he was surrounded by a bubble, already floated away. In mere moments he was gone.

“As if I knew how to take them off…” grunted Do. Then he glanced at his brother. “What blessing? Did he do something while I was gathering our stuff?”

Toby didn’t dare looking at his brother to the face and blushed like a tomato. “He… kissed my forehead… yeah.” He nodded.

Do shrugged and smiled slightly. He wouldn’t have minded Oswald kissing him, he thought as they started down the yellow road. That guy was hot.

After half a day and a couple stops to rest, both siblings arrived at a crossroads next to a corn field. Do hesitated. Was he supposed to follow by the centre road cause it went on ahead without turning left or right?

While he was pondering such things, Toby was climbing the fence to sit on the wooden rail when he saw a huge scarecrow a few feet away. He had seen many scarecrows in the cornfields at home and he was so very different.

First of all, this one was huge. Toby decided after a while that this should be unsurprising, being in the east country where titans live. If you considered the titans they had seen in that town and some they had seen on their way there, the scarecrow was fairly small in comparison, but still he had to be about 10 feet tall—more than twice his size. He was dressed the same way those titans were, also unsurprising. Scarecrows should look the same way as the ones building them. Brown pants, blue shirt gloves and a huge hat that, the way he was leaning on the wooden post, hid his face. His posture looked more like someone leaning on the post than someone suspended from it.

Another difference was that even if those titans were way bigger than a normal human, their proportions were similar, maybe even a bit thinner. And this guy was nothing like that, with bulges straining the clothes simulating muscles and, he noticed glumly, a big bulge. Even the scarecrows around here were showing him up and pointing out just how small and underdeveloped he was. He wished he could be at least that big, then no one would mess with him, not even at school, or shun his brother out or annoy his family with money issues like that hideous Mr Ginch.

Even as he was thinking these things, Toby felt a weird energy enveloping him and his whole body felt stiff. He couldn’t even talk!

Oblivious to his brother’s problems, Do was standing in the middle of the crossroads, annoyed at the fact no one bothered to leave a small sign to where they should continue. “Argh, come on! Isn’t there someone who can tell me how to follow towards Emerald city?” he cried out to the empty landscape.

“I can.”

“What was that, To-to?” he asked, starting to turn toward his brother, wondering how he knew the way.

But his brother was panicking. Not only couldn’t he move, now he felt like his skin was breaking and cracking. Even more upsetting, the scarecrow before him moved and talked. He could finally open his mouth and…


“Toby!” Do heard him scream and found him petrified and sitting on the fence, pointing at the hunkiest scarecrow he had ever seen.

There was something odd about his brother that he had no time to ponder about before the head of the scarecrow turned at him. “WAH!” He jumped backwards. “That scarecrow moved!”

Then the scarecrow looked at him, confused. “Scarecrows move, you said?”

Do shook his head. “No, they don’t… wait, what?”

Then he noticed that the face of the scarecrow, despite its big size, was human. And quite handsome at that. He looked at Do with big brown eyes, straight nose, freckles on his cheeks, and obvious curiosity. He didn’t look much older than Do, face-wise. His body, on the other hand…

Do shooed away those thoughts and focused on the matter at hand. “Who are you?”

The scarecrow blinked. “I am me.”

“I mean, your name. What do they call you?”

“They call me?”

Do pressed his fingers on his eyes. He was starting he get a headache. “Look, my name is Do. This is my brother Toby. Do and Toby are our names. What is yours?”

“I don’t know.”

“When people refer to you, how do they do it?”

The scarecrow guy cocked his head, seemly thinking. “Last time they talked to me they said, ‘You can at least scare the crows, you stupid retarded midget.’ But isn’t that too long for a name?”

Do stared at him sadly, he started to understand his situation.

“How long have you been here?” Toby asked him.

“I don’t know.” He seemed confused by the question.

Toby had climbed down off the fence, and Do had that sense again something was strange, but all his focus was understandably on the talking scarecrow. “You can tell the days by counting the times the night has come. It gets dark and stuff,” Toby explained.

“Oh… then more than one. I don’t know what’s after one, though.”

“Nobody taught you?”

He seemed to remember something. “They say I was too stupid to understand, that teaching me was a waste of time, that I had no brain and… that I was too small to do anything anyway.” He looked sad. “I kind of understand it… and kind of not, but I have the feeling having no brain is really bad. I wish I had a brain…”

“You have a brain! You’re not stupid, nor small!” Toby said angrily. Then calmed down a bit. “I know how it feels being smaller than the rest. They have no right to bully you just cause you’re smaller than them!”

The scarecrow seemed lost in thought, then he looked down at Toby. “I guess? They were right that I can’t do anything. I really don’t know how to do things.”

Do frowned. “Nobody taught you, it’s not your fault. They probably left you aside cause you’re different from them, smaller than them.”

“He’s way bigger than us, though,” Toby chuckled.

Then Do noticed it again. Toby, who had been (until… now?) more than a whole foot shorter than him and only reached his shoulder, was now eye level to his chin! And his clothes seemed smaller on him too! What was going on there?

But Toby started talking to him. “Hey, do you think the wizard would teach him stuff?”

Do blinked and focused on the question, pondering. “Hum… if he can send us home, I guess he can help him become smarter.”

“The wizard?” the scarecrow guy asked.

“He’s powerful and will help us go home to Kansas!” Toby stated, excited. I bet he can help you get smarter! And maybe bigger too?” Then he added in a low voice, as if to himself, “Maybe he can make us bigger too…”

“I don’t mind being smaller, but I want to be smart, I want a brain.”

Do chuckled. “No, seriously, you do have a brain already…” Then he recalled something. “It will be good for you to come with us, if you know the way to Emerald city.” He clapped his hands to show how nice it felt to finally be able to continue, but he discovered he wasn’t able to.

“What the…”

He tried clapping again, but he couldn’t get his hands closer than four inches apart. He tried to get them closer but it was as if there was an invisible forcefield in the middle.

Toby looked at his arms struggling and cocked his head to the side. “You can’t touch your hands together?”

“I can’t! It’s as if they repelled each other!” Then he noticed his wrists. “Could it be the bracelets?”

The scarecrow guy imitated Toby’s puppy-like head-cocking. “I don’t know.”

Do stared at him. “I wasn’t really asking you…” Then realized the scarecrow was still leaning on the post. “Can you stand?”

“I don’t know.”

Do and his brother exchanged an exasperated look. Do noticed again his brother’s change in size, but Toby spoke. “Look, Scrow, just do as I do, okay?”

“Scrow?” Both Do and the scarecrow stared at the younger teen.

“You don’t have a name, right? So I just named you. You’re doing a scarecrow job, so I’ll call you Scrow!” Then he looked at his older brother with a proud grin. “Cool huh?”

Do decided not to tell him what he really thought of it and faked a smile. “Very.”

“But I don’t do a scarecrow job.”

“Don’t you scare crows here?” Do pointed at a couple of crows hopping about in the nearby field happily munching on the ripening corn.

“I dunno how,” Scrow replied, looking at them with frustration.

Do shook his head. “Just do like this: Shoo, shooo!” he said, waving his hands towards the crows. One of them flew away in a huff.

Scrow nodded and imitated him, a bit awkwardly, wiggling his arms at the other bird, who flew away as well. “Hey, I did it!” Scrow seemed impressed with himself.

Do took a bit to join the celebration, as he had been too absorbed checking out how the sleeves of Scrow bulged as he moved them to scare the bird away. Toby hid a smile and approached his brother. “How about we teach him how to move? You should get closer to him… you might not mind groping him to tell him how. Oh sorry, I mean grab him.”

Do shot daggers at his teasing brother, but still did as suggested. Scrow tried imitating him, but he only managed to fall on the ground on his butt. At the same time a loud ripping noise was heard.

Do’s face went red, as he could imagine what could have torn. No wonder. Maybe someone had given Scrow clothing for someone his height, but considering the proportions of his people, those clothes were skin-tight.

“Help me stand. Please,” Scrow asked.

Do and his brother exchanged looks again, this time, worried ones. With the weight of the guy there was no way even together they could lift him. However, Toby felt like trying, as if there was something inside him he was trying to figure out.

“Maybe just pulling a bit will be enough help?” Toby suggested. Do shrugged. Each brother grabbed a big hand and pulled. Each of them had a different, yet similar experience.

While Toby pulled, he felt his strength being useless and again found himself frustrated, wishing to be bigger. Again he felt that warm sensation again coming from inside him. It surprised him again, since he had no idea where it came from or why, but still accepted it, as suddenly he had enough strength to start moving the giant guy up. He saw the sleeves of his own tee-shirt roll up an inch due to his arm becoming longer and thicker and something round seemed to flex under the skin while a vein became apparent all the way down to his inner elbow.

On his side, Do felt stupid. As if he would be able to move the giant even an inch! However, that feeling of stupidity became surprise when his bracelets started burning his wrists, giving him enough strength to start moving the giant up.

All of that was everything Scrow needed to get some balance and, flexing his arms and legs to help them, he stood up. More ripping sounds got the now-bigger teens out of their stupor. It seemed like the flexing in his arms made the biceps burst the middle part of the sleeves while the quads had done a similar job on the pant legs.

Out of curiosity he tested the cloth’s resistance, yanking off the rags on his wrists and ankles, which were useless now anyway. The result was a summer version of his previous outfit, with the sleeves ripped just below the round shoulders and the legs just a bit under the waistband—the previous rip when he fell down on his butt had helped making into a weird loincloth that didn’t cover anything really. Not when his cock reached mid-thigh soft and his melon-sized nuts almost as far. Only the root of his cock was covered.

“I feel freer now,” Scrow announced happily.

Do couldn’t tell if it was due to the hanging free down there or because being free of his “confinement” as a scarecrow. He couldn’t care less while he tried not to drool and the massive shaft hanging in front of his face… and chest… and even lower. That was how long it was.

Toby was looking at his brother instead. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Do’s long sleeved shirt was like a tent on him, but now his own body underneath was noticeable! The increase seemed a bit more in the chest area, wrinkling it at the pit area. Even his hands seemed a tad bigger, not huge but enough to notice. Toby certainly notices, anyway, as he had been observing his brother closely since he could remember. But he tried to brush that thought away. It was his secret and he rather not dwell on it in case it showed and he was figured out.

He should definitely think on other things, because if he wasn’t seeing things and his older brother had grown, then he himself being bigger was real too! That or his clothes were magically shrinking, which made no more sense. But then, how would anyone explain why he was now eye to nose with his once a foot taller brother? How was it possible? Not to mention his shoes were starting to feel uncomfortable.

Do felt very warm and unbuttoned the first and second button of his shirt. He also rolled up the sleeves of his shirt enough for the bracelets to be completely visible—alongside with thicker and veiny forearms. He felt a tad confused and looked at his brother—his bigger little bigger—with a beaming, excited smile.

“The magical land of Hot, huh?” he said, remembering what they’d been told about the land.

Toby got what he meant by that and nodded. He didn’t fully understand what was really happening, but he just wanted more.

Do shook his head and looked around the crossroad, then, avoiding looking at the massive cock next to him, or trying to, he inquired their new companion. “Sooo where to?”

“I don’t know,” Scrow looked at him serious.

Both siblings stared at him, almost expecting that answer, if it wasn’t by the fact that…

“Then why did you say you can tell how to follow to Emerald city?” Do asked, exasperated.

“Because I can say it. I heard once that the way to Emmerald city follows the yellow brick road.” Then he stared at the golden road under his boots. “That looks like a yellow brick road to me. You just have to follow it.”

“Yeah well, that’s what they told me too, to follow it, but the crossroad here…”

“Oh, they told you to turn at some point, I see…” Scrow looked around, trying to see some difference on the roads”

Toby facepalmed himself. “No they didn’t, which means—”

“—We don’t have to,” finished his older brother, imitating the facepalm.

Scrow looked at the siblings with curiosity, blinked and facepalmed himself, then asked. “Why are we doing this?”

Toby chuckled. “Because facepalming is the new b—”

But Do stopped him. “Better not, I bet he doesn’t understand sarcasm.” Then he looked at the road in front of him and ignored the ways to the right and left. “Okay, let’s continue on our way home!”

“Do you live in Emerald city?” Scrow asked them.

Toby chuckled and Do sighed, resisting the urge to facepalm again. “Just follow the yellow brick freaking road already!”

After half an hour walking, the two siblings had worked up a good sweat, since they had to get used to walk very fast to keep up with Scrow’s long strides. It was about then when Do noticed Scrow’s heavy breathing. He had been trying not to check him out or he would be having a bad case of blue balls by now, but he couldn’t ignore it if the giant was tiring so easily he was already close to exhausted.

When he looked to his right, however (the giant was walking in the middle and the two siblings were walking on each side of him), he noticed Scrow’s dick had doubled size and was almost horizontal, with the foreskin halfway uncovering the pink huge cockhead dripping sweet-smelling precum. He could also see each muscle of the scarecrow’s legs bulging with every stride, as if his whole legs were swelling and beating like a heart pounding. The heavy breathing wasn’t caused due to being tired but… for another, more obvious reason.

“Why don’t we, hum… take a break?” Do suggested with a faint voice.

“Wow, finally, I was about to—holy crap!” Toby had just realized about the change in Scrow’s junk and was staring with deer-against-car-lights-like eyes.

Scrow looked down, needing to crouch a bit to check over his pecs, and saw his developing erection. “What happened to it? It’s been feeling weird for a while, as it slapped my legs when walking…”

Do deduced that with everything hanging free and such a long cock, it was easy for it to bounce and slap his tights with each step, and that must have been stimulating the giant to the point of having about three feet of towering flesh on top of heavy balls.

Do thought he should explain the clueless giant about that and felt excited to the prospect of teaching such a hot guy how to masturbate, but his brother was right there and…

Toby saw his brother glancing at him with a worried expression and, deducing what was on his mind, he rolled eyes. “Seriously now? I’m fucking fifteen, Do! I’ve been masturbating since I was 11! I think I can handle hearing The Talk. Shit, I bet I can even give it myself!” Then he chuckled and looked at his brother mischievously. “And to your surprise, I might enjoy it as much as you do.”

Do’s face lost all color it might have when he understood the implications of what his brother just said. “Say what?”

“I’m gay as well, bro. I’ve known it for almost two years now.” He crossed his arms over his chest, looking defiantly at Do.

Do couldn’t believe what he heard “How can you know that? You were just 13!”

“How old were you when you got outed at school?” Toby asked him.

“Hum… certainly not 13… but, you’re my little brother… I can’t just allow myself to think of you as…”

Toby raised his eyebrows at what he just heard. “You think of me as…?”

And Do wanted the earth to swallow him there and then for revealing one of his most secret secrets. “No, what I mean, is… thinking of you as… hum… passing for what I went through! Yeah, that!”

“Oh… I see.”

Do got a new surprise—was that disappointment in his brother’s voice? Was Do imagining things? He decided to blame Scrow for making him that horny and interpret what he heard that way.

Toby was indeed disappointed. He had always had a crush on his big brother. He couldn’t tell why or when it started, but when he realized he started to realize he liked guys too. He had even secretly watched his brother jerk off and jerked himself off at it. But he guessed his brother would never look at him the way he was trying not to look at Scrow. He sighed and looked away, glancing at Scrow.

“Fine, then close your eyes and don’t see me enjoy the most impressive piece of meat we’ll ever find in our lives. Since you don’t seem to want to help our poor massive friend…”

“I—I didn’t say I didn’t want to…!” Do was suddenly more nervous than ever. One thing was crushing over someone who was slightly taboo, but him being straight had meant there was no real danger. It was another thing altogether if his tabooed crush was suddenly available. And to top it off, he was growing before his eyes.

And also, that towering flesh was enticing him making his inhibitions to flee more and more.

He kept reminding himself that his brother was too young to initiate him into… What? Sex? He hadn’t even been initiated on it himself yet!

He started panicking. Sex? Already? And who did he have as “sex companions”? A 18-year-old kid that was also his brother and a 10-foot-tall muscled hung giant with no knowledge of… anything and apparently more innocent than Toby. “Crap.”

He stopped hyperventilating. He was just going to teach the guy how to jerk off, nothing more and nothing less…

Then he saw his younger brother lowering his shorts to reveal his boner. “Fuck!”

Toby looked at him, confused. “No, just jerking off.” Then he was chuckling at his lame excuse of a joke.

Do snorted. “Smartass…” All this hard cockage having eroded his resistance, he shrugged and did like Toby had done, unzipping his fly to let his own boner out and approaching the giant.

He tried focusing on the giant’s cock, which wasn’t all that difficult, as it was now bigger than Do’s own leg. He signaled Scrow to kneel so they wouldn’t have to crane their necks.

Then he glanced at his own cock and suddenly remembered he felt like he had grown and that was showing on him in more ways than one, apparently. His boner, usually 5 inches on a good day, was closer to 7, he estimated, and way thicker. It felt amazing grabbing it with one hand and seeing there still more cock peeking from his fist. He then recalled his brother had been growing as well and wasn’t surprised when he saw Toby’s legs being way longer than before and actually as thick as his—as thick his had used to be the day before, at least. He pondered if he should take his pants off completely like Toby, but decided not to. His attention was drawn to his brother’s cock, which was almost as big as his newly grown cock was now. It looked even bigger than on Toby.

He felt a bit jealous of Toby’s growth—why wasn’t he growing as much? It didn’t feel fair. But he decided to shrug it off. The sight was hot and that was what mattered at the moment.

He got his attention back on the giant’s behemoth cock. Now that Scrow was kneeling, his cock was eye to eye with theirs, despite being big enough for his cockhole to swallow both of the teens’ cocks easily.

A crazy thought struck him—maybe they would end bigger than even Scrow? He chuckled, not believing his own fantasies for even a second.

“Sooo, yeah. This is an erection,” Do stated.

Toby rolled eyes. “We’re not in class, you can say boner.”

“Why don’t you explain if you know it better?” Do turned at him and got shocked to see him taking off his tee shirt. “Hum… why are you getting naked?”

Toby looked back at him with faked innocence. “What are you talking about? I’m still wearing my sneakers.”

Do would have strangled him if he wasn’t staring so hard at his brother’s bare body. He might have grown only a bit, but in his fat-free body the changes showed tremendously. Leaving aside the fact that he was now only about 3 inches shorter than him, Toby’s body had gone from slightly lanky and toned to athletic, with each muscle group visible. His legs were starting to develop big quads, actually, and he wondered why he hadn’t noticed the calves sticking out that much.

Toby glanced at his brother checking him out and frowned. He couldn’t get what was he about. He said he wasn’t interested in him, but then he looked at him like a piece of meat. Well, he thought. If he was lying, he would have his revenge by teasing him as much as he could and if he wasn’t interested, the teasing would still be entertaining enough. (As far as Toby was concerned, being the annoying brother equaled getting to have more fun.)

Do felt his cock twitch and let go a glob of precum on the road, so he decided to retake initiative.

“So look, Scrow, whenever your cock get like this, you can get rid of it faster by jerking off.” Before the giant could ask, he continued: “Jerking off is a massage you give to your dick when it gets hard.”

“Or a massage you can give to your dick to get it hard,” added Toby. “And it feels awesome, so you will want to get it hard and massage it, like this.”

He started rubbing his hand on his cock. His hands were a bit smaller than Do’s so his almost equal-sized cock looked bigger than his did. Toby started grabbing his cock with both hands, rubbing the sensitive member up and down, he couldn’t help moaning. It felt amazing having a bigger cock and he wondered what would it feel to be as endowed as Scrow.

Watching his crush beating off made Do’s hormones to go overdrive and he started jerking off his meat as well, not caring anymore if he was staring at Toby or that he was supposed to be teaching Scrow how to do it.

Luckily he didn’t need to, as the giant was mimicking his two new smaller friends, and, with cock enough for more than his own two hands, he started rubbing his own monster. The first rub clearly felt weird to him, but it filled his sensations too much for him to handle and he had to stop for a moment. He found himself liking the intense feelings the actions gave him, though, and gave another try. Soon he was beating his cock furiously, with his back arcing backwards, sitting on his feet and moaning like a wild animal, joined by the out-of-control teens.

Toby noticed Do stealing glances at him and the giant and he got off on it, on top of watching Do beating off in the open and finally not caring that he was being watched even as he was doing his own watching. A glance at his giant companion made him wonder again what would be like being so big, and how it would feel. His horniness masked away the warm sensation that should be familiar by now.

Do was torn between staring at such a huge guy, like a fantasy, tempting him to abandon his cock and hug the behemoth’s member and rub it with his own body; staring at his brother-crush with his now-bigger and more attractive body, beating his growing meat; and his own body, which not only felt great but was hotter and larger than it should be. One of his hands had finally left the jerking action and started feeling his bulgier torso. But his own cock was demanding more attention and a stronger grip, and he was going to give it, clenching his fist on his cock, making more veins to pop out and unconsciously provoking a reaction on his bracelets, whose burning sensation was subsumed under the pleasure he was experiencing.

Toby reached climax and started spontaneously cumming, and as he came Toby’s form inflated again, slowly but obviously even for someone who hadn’t met him before at his previously tiny size. His bones elongated, his muscles bulged outwards, and his cock lengthened, and at the same time his nuts swelled and hung lower in their tighter sack. If he’d looked athletic before, now he looked like a surfer, or maybe like a gymnast, although, as usual, his legs seemed the more prone to grow. If his pecs now would be noticeable under any tee shirt, like the jocks at school, his legs bulged even more, making the observer think of professional cyclist’s legs. His calves were especially big now and diamond-shaped. His still near-zero bodyfat made the change even more obvious, the new muscles hard and exquisitely defined, despite his growing taller hiding a bit the growth of his muscles. He was ripped from head to toe, a head that now could look eye to eye with his brother, even if Do himself had grown taller, too.

Because yes, Do had grown taller too as he orgasmed—but his changes were unlike those his brother. Toby seemed to have fixated more on height (and cock). Do’s body seemed more into dramatic muscle growth. As cum started shooting out of a swelling cock, his back broadened, his arms thickened, his chest bulged out more, and his legs—like his brother’s, although maybe not as obviously due to still wearing pants—grew to the point of looking like he competed in indoors power cycling, getting closer in width to his ripped midsection, which he couldn’t see well yet with his suddenly-too-tight shirt still on.

None of them noticed the fact that the three of them had reached orgasm at the same time, so lost in their euphoric release that they could only feel their own pleasure rocketing off. The growth each teen underwent was mixed into an orgasm that went on and on and felt like it would last forever, even if it took less than 15 seconds. Then something else delayed their awareness of their upgrades as soon they were covered in cum, courtesy of their new giant friend.

Do’s first feeling was exhilaration, because that had been the best orgasm ever. Next came confusion from the new weight of his body and last was disgust at being covered in cum. His hair was plastered on his head and his clothes were drenched in it. He tried not to, but couldn’t help a “Ew…” He wiped most of the warm cum from his face to look around him. First he saw the collapsed and smiling titan next to him, breathing heavily and also covered in sperm (although he couldn’t complain because it was his own cum).

“That felt good…” Scrow managed to say, then leaned on his thick muscled arms to look at the smaller teens. “Can we do it again?”

Toby laughed at the comment and Do looked at him, seeing the changes in his naked, jizz-covered brother. His jaw almost hit the floor and his cock became hard again instantly. “Fuck me…” he moaned, then he hoped Toby hadn’t heard him. Toby had turned into such a tease that he might use that against him, and damn… visually his body was a tease now. Their eyes met and he felt more than a connection there. He quickly broke the eye contact, blaming the strange and unaccustomed feeling on the fact that they were now of equal height.

Toby bit his own tongue, not knowing how much longer he would be able to hide his lust for his brother, especially when he was growing to be such a stud. With his wet clothes plastered to his body, revealing the new muscles and his big cock still hard, Toby found it hard to look away. He bit his finger to suppress a moan. “You’re killing me…” he whispered to himself.

Fortunately his brother seemed not to have noticed and was telling the giant to get up. If Do wasn’t feeling the same way, at least he didn’t want to embarrass himself, or even worse, lose the bond the siblings shared.

He looked at his discarded clothes, free of cum unlike his brother’s; but as his body was covered in it, he couldn’t just put them back on. Luckily for them, the yellow road passed next over a river just ahead that they could use to clean themselves. It was deep enough to cover both teens to the waist, meaning Scrow could only fit his ankles, so he sat down. It was nice to see, given that with him seated he had his upper pecs, delts, neck and head above the water, along with his knees. The siblings started splashing water on him and played at climbing the giant’s legs until they were sitting on top of those big knees as if they were small islands in the sloshing river.

Scrow watched them play with his big body. It was fun for him, too, but only at the beginning. Once he was clean, he checked around them, not knowing what to do next. He hadn’t been taught many things and didn’t know what or how to play in the water. Then he remembered something he had been taught recently that was incredibly enjoyable. He grabbed his soft cock with both hands under the water and started slowly rubbing it. It felt great immediately and he wondered if he could be like that all the time. Soon both siblings saw a third island rising between the two knee-islands and the pecs of their giant friend. It was pulsating and trembled as hands stroked it underwater. It grew way bigger than the other two islands until the whole cockhead was visible. It was dark pink and the slit in the middle looked huge to them.

Do and Toby looked at each other with amusement, then Do exclaimed, “Behold the island of the giant cocks!”

Toby laughed so hard he almost fall into the water. However a roguish smile rose his lips when he recovered and got on his feet on top of the giant knee. Do looked at his tight body, feeling his cock start to swell again, and watched, impressed, as he flexed his thighs and jumped towards the third island, easily landing on the tip and receiving such a moan and trembling that the two brothers were almost made to fall to the water. Toby grabbed the cockhead as if he was hugging it and tightened his hold, making it even more pleasurable to Scrow, who started straightening his legs underwater, meaning Do’s hold was perch to sink.

Knowing he had only second, he tried doing the same as his brother, but with his leg’s strength being greater and his foothold moving he didn’t land where he wanted and missed by mere inches, meaning, that instead of grabbing the huge cockhead he grabbed Toby’s the torso from behind as he was already hugging the massive glans.

Toby’s eyes twitched as he felt his brother’s bare torso pressing against his back, hugging him from behind so he didn’t get more than his ankles into the water. He could feel something big and hard pressing against his crease, which made him unconsciously flex his glutes around it. Said butt was, like his legs, more developed than his upper body, and when flexing it around his brother’s thick cock, it felt like he was squeezing the big member, which had to be around 8 inches by now. His own hard cock, which was reaching past 10 inches already, rubbed in between the massive glans he was hugging and his own 8-pack abs. The shifting of the happy giant below as he jerked off underwater only made Toby hug it tighter and unwillingly flex several muscles, his glutes among them, against the cock pressing against his body. It was too much for him as he hugged the giant’s cockflesh tighter and tighter, thinking it was his own cock and imagining having such a massive cock. On his back, Do was struggling not to fall and at the same time not to cum by the stimulation he was receiving on his boner. He felt his brother’s pecs bulging on the flexing motion of hugging and that made him want to hug them even tighter and stronger.

Again, the orgasm clouded any other feelings, like the one of growth they experienced.

After the three of them spent long moments cumming the brothers let go of whatever they were holding onto, not because they were too relaxed to do so, but because the island holding them above water was softening and sinking. Keeping the hold on it would mean they would sink as well.

Then their feet touched bottom in the deepest part of the river before their midsection barely got into the water and they felt a bit silly for their act. As if they could drown in such a small river.

It was when they were cleaning again from Scrow’s latest load that they noticed the changes. Do’s upper body was packing more muscle than a gymnast or a wrestler, especially his legs, which seemed thick enough with muscle. This time his forearms had grown the most, being almost equal to his upper arms, and his hands looked huge too. The bracelets had adapted to the change, growing alongside him and now they looked perfect on him. Sadly his cock hadn’t grown that much, becoming a mere 9-incher when hard (which was almost twice his starting size). His balls, on the other hand, looked oversized on him now and stretched his ballsack to the limits. It felt odd because with his quads so big, his balls were forcing forward and that forced his cock even more outward, making his bulge even more obvious, even if unintended.

Toby’s growth was more remarkable due to the big increase in height. He was now several inches taller than Do (who was also taller than when he started, although only a couple inches), making him almost 6 feet tall. This was an astounding improvement for someone who’d measured 4 feet 8 inches only a day ago. His cock had improved greatly as well and now it reached over a foot when hard, a state which seemed difficult to not be in, with hot naked studs next to him all the time and he himself being quite the hot guy as well. He had kept packing on muscle, just enough to keep in proportion with his height change, or maybe a bit more. His pecs seemed especially fuller on his bigger frame, and his legs, as usual, benefitted the most from his growth spurt, and he knew he’d be walking with his legs spread apart a little just from the size of his thighs, like a pro bodybuilder. His calves had grown the most, now rubbing against each other if he stood with his legs straight, which he didn’t do so he didn’t crush his now melon-sized balls.

Do bit his lower lip, cursing that his brother was becoming more and more hot (in the land of Hot—coincidence? nah…) he looked more like a college guy instead of a high-schooler, and the cuteness in his face seemed amplified. After washing his clothes, Do hung them from his bag, which was now empty of food (a giant ate a lot more than what he had gotten in his house’s pantry), so they would dry out as they walked. His brother’s clothes were inside the bag, as he was all wet from the bath, at least until the air would dry their bodies.

Scrow just kept the boots and hat and used the remains of his shirt to join what remained of his pants and make what looked like a weird underwear thing. However, without any sewing tools, it became undone after 5 minutes and he decided that it would still be comfortable just wear his hat and boots—even if he had to pause again after 20 minutes to relieve himself.

Toby would have joined him without a second thought, but Do felt he should act the adult of the group and stopped him. “How about we use this time to search for some food?”

Toby frowned. “But I want to jerk off!”

Do narrowed his eyes. “Jerk off or grow?” He had deduced that the jerking off somehow triggered their changes, and even if he liked it so far, it bothered him that he couldn’t fully understand what really was behind it all. “I know you want to get bigger, but think about it. We don’t know why are we growing and even if we did, what will happen if we get home looking like our giant friend here? You think we’ll fit in well alongside everyone else?”

Toby pouted. “I just thought that if I was big enough, nobody would mess with you again…”

Do smiled and patted his head, which felt odd when it was higher than his own. “Thanks, little bro.”

Toby slapped his hand away, half-annoyed, half-amused. “I’m not so little anymore. I’m taller than you!”

Do grinned cockily. “You think a couple inches will be enough advantage against these?” He proudly flexed his right arm into a biceps pose.

Toby’s cock twitched at the sight, but he could only stare the muscular arm in front of him. It looked to be around 16 or 17 inches around. He glanced at his own arms—smaller, but more muscled than before—and grinned. “Only one way of finding out”

And he jumped on his brother, making them both fall on the hard brick road, and tried doing a choke hold on him that he had seen once on TV. However, for someone as inexperienced at wrestling as he was, and someone suddenly focused on groping his opponent’s muscular chest, executing the hold was impossible—especially as Do’s bigger muscles were stronger, and soon he was on top with Toby face down under him, in the reverse position. Toby could feel Do’s swollen crotch against his back and his pecs against his butt as his brother took Toby’s thick muscular leg and tried a twist; but those were muscles his growth-enhanced arms couldn’t still compete against. Toby’s legs were very developed now—there, he could fight back.

Do tried pulling Toby’s foot onto his bubble butt, flexing his arms as much as he could and watching in amazement how his younger sibling resisted by flexing his leg in the opposite direction towards the floor. Toby’s leg seemed to pump outwards bigger as he strained. It had turned from a competition to pin the other down to an odd “arm-leg” wrestling match. Each was so focused on overpowering the other they didn’t notice when they started to grow and by the time they realized that they were changed, a wave of cum rained over them both, startling them and making them stop what they were doing.

Do let himself rest on top of his now even taller brother and rubbed his sticky hair, the biceps flexed by the motion way bigger than before, about 19 inches and sighed. “Seriously… again?”

Toby chuckled. Do being on top of him meant he had shielded him from most of the cum. He felt the heavier body of his brother lift from him and turned to see him even bigger than before. If his cock hadn’t already been hard, it would be now. Do had to be over 6 feet already, maybe even 6’2, and his muscles had improved greatly, making him look a bit more beefy than those fitness supermodels and just as ripped. His oversized legs forced him to change his usual stance and his hard cock slapped his defined, tight midsection above the navel, adding some precum to the amount he had covering his whole wide back.

Do felt like a million bucks, but it was also weird how he had to readjust the way he was standing, as his legs didn’t have as much space in between as before. His arms also didn’t stay down at his sides like usual, but the combined new girth of his upper arms (topped by the even thicker forearms) and his surging lats made his arm to rest at a small angle. Of course if he flexed his back and tried to widen it, his arms would be lifted way higher.

Then his brother got up, and up… and still up. Do almost cursed—Toby was almost half a foot taller than him. He had also gained muscle in proportion to his new height, making him into a big wrestler type with next-to-no bodyfat and way thicker legs, although not as thick as his shorter older brother, except in the calves where he outsized him. The same went for his cock, which in its usual hard state had to be about 14 inches or so. Toby’s height put him into the very tall people group and Do thought with pride that there wouldn’t be anyone as tall as him with a boner that size. Hell, Toby probably had the world’s biggest dick, he thought with a grin.

Then he glanced at a very relaxed Scrow with a dripping soft cock that was almost twice as big as his boner. Oh well, he shrugged. Biggest for a human, maybe. Scrow also had almost 4 feet og height on him, so it was only natural, he thought.

Do sighed. “Okay, change of plans. First we find some water to clean up again, then we look for food.”

Toby looked at his brother, then back at his own erection, beating alongside his heartbeat, then at his brother again. He was now bigger than him… and a tiny voice inside him told him, “Why do you have to do as the smaller one says?” But he himself slapped that inner voice silly, “Because no matter the size, he’s still my big brother, and he always will be.”

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