Think bigger

by Alakazam1988

 Mild-mannered Kyle gains an unexpected power over his hunky friends after they all enjoy a magic show during a fateful vacation in Vegas.

Added: Jun 2022 Updated: 18 Jun 2022 15,821 words 15,264 views 5.0 stars (52 votes)

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“Come on, little guy! Let’s go!” Caleb called out.

“Come on!” Trevor demanded.

“We still have plenty of time,” Regan laughed.

I didn’t say anything in response to their commotion.

We were four “friends,” as I’d like to think, but that didn’t feel like it was the case most of the time. We shared an apartment and some hobbies, but the four of us couldn’t be any more different even though (I have to admit) I was the only one not fitting in most of the time.

Caleb was the reason for us to be in Las Vegas. He competed in a bodybuilding contest the other day and even brought a trophy home. Not first place, but he was thrilled either way. He had stepped down that stage, his legs shaking, his body dried out but still massive, shiny, and bronze-colored. His grin had been as wide as his face! He was proud of what he had accomplished over the last years. I ran to him, hugged him, and enjoyed the feeling of his body against mine for a few seconds. Unlike Trevor and me, Caleb and I got along pretty well.

“We are going to miss the show! Hurry the fuck up!” Trevor barked in that usual annoyed tone he referred to me in.

Trevor. He was a prick and the one who called me out just for existing and being late. He had all the right to be that way—in his world, at least. He was the tallest of us; an impressive sight.

“Trevor, could you shut up?” Regan groaned, annoyed with Trevor’s tone.

When he wasn’t in Vegas celebrating his best friend’s accomplishments, he was a construction worker. His body showed that fact off pretty damn well. He wasn’t as built as Caleb or as tall as Trevor, but a good middle ground between these two. He had a nice beard, a kind smile, a fresh fade (“Everything ready for Vegas, baby!”), and a perfect guy all-around. Should I ever find a boyfriend, someone like Regan would be the ideal.

“Why the fuck was he invited again?”

They talked about me as if I wasn’t in the room most of the time. I was used to it, but now I started wondering why I even joined the trip to Las Vegas.


My name is Kyle. I’m a teacher. That kind that no one respects. I know this, but I can’t change anything about it. After all these years, I just go with the flow. You get used to being stepped on.

I like to refer to the other three as “The Bachelors”—no idea why they were still single most of the time.

It was our last night in Vegas. To celebrate Caleb’s win, we wanted to enjoy a big show dinner. It was our gift to Caleb, who sure was hungry after the competition.

“Are we ready then?” Trevor asked.

We were all dressed in suits and ties. While the others looked stunning as always in their formal wear, I just looked lost in my jacket. I nodded in response to Trevor.

Our reservation awaits.


The next thing I remember is us sitting at the dinner table, not far from the grand stage where “real magic” was taking place. The show was almost over and we were already stuffed from all the delicious courses we had. I took a look at Caleb and saw that he was having a phenomenal time—I was more than happy to see his eyes glowing like that after he put himself through hell these last weeks.

And then, suddenly, a spotlight blinded me.

“You! Get up here and bring your friends!” the performer’s voice blasted from the sound system.

It felt like a hole opened up in front of me, and I was being sucked in against my will. I could feel Regan’s hand on my back as he pushed me to the stage. Regan and Caleb were excited about this. I just wanted to die.

The magician (or was it just an illusionist?) asked me for my name.

“I’m Kyle,” I muttered.

“Nice to meet you, Kyle. Tell me. Have you or your friends ever been hypnotized before?”

We each shook our heads.

“What brought you all to Vegas?”

“My friend here participated in the bodybuilding contest,” I pointed towards Caleb. I was ashamed that I didn’t remember the name of his competition.

“Which one is the muscle head? You all look so strong in your nice suits,” the magician asked with a smile. A lady from the audience cheered loudly for all three of them.

Caleb raised his hand, blushing now, his biceps straining his jacket.

The man with the mic pushed past me and walked over to Caleb.

“Did you win?”

“Almost,” he said coyly, and his neck seemed to disappear.

“Well, maybe next year then.”

“Definitely!”

“So, back to you, Kyle. You seem like a wonderful guy. I hope your friends are cherishing you enough.”

I resisted looking back at Trevor’s face. I’m sure he was annoyed by the whole show.

“They do,” I said in fear of what would happen next.

“I think there’s always room for improvement, don’t you think? I’d like to end my show with a little bit of mind bending, or as most of you would call it, Hypnosis.”

Applause from the audience. I could feel how every word of his performance was charging the air in the venue.

An assistant brought three chairs to the stage, and with a slight push, my three friends sat down. While Regan and Caleb couldn’t wait for what would happen next, Trevor was annoyed. He felt like a puppet—a feeling he wasn’t fond of.

The magician got in front of them. He asked them to close their eyes. Trevor looked me dead in the face as if to say, “Do something stupid, and I’ll fuck you up,” before he followed orders.

Waves of mysterious music were hitting the stage. The lights dimmed down.

“The next time I snap my fingers, the three of you will fall into a deep slumber.”

A few more words, another look into the audience, and then—snap—my friends fell asleep, their heads slumped forward, and their chins rested on their chests. I couldn’t believe it worked.

“Now, Kyle. I want you to prove that they’re gone for good.”

I was standing in front of Regan cluelessly. The magician noticed my hesitation.

“Come on, don’t be shy. Slap him! Don’t worry; he won’t feel a thing.”

Regan was my friend. I couldn’t slap him. I had never hit anyone in my life before, especially not across the face!

The magician was a little annoyed with me. Hell, I was too. He put the mic down and whispered to me and just to me, “Come on, pal, do it. I promise he won’t be able to feel it. I do ten shows a week, and this always works.”

I got in position and immediately lost control over my hand because of my body’s sheer amount of awkwardness. I slapped Regan. Very hard. My hand was now a red mark on his cheek. What had I done?

But he didn’t say a word. His head was wobbling back and forth for a second. He couldn’t feel a thing, his eyes still closed.

The crowd cheered for my hard slap, and the magician continued, “Easy there, buddy, let’s make sure your friends leave Vegas with all their teeth.”

The audience laughed.

“Now, gentlemen. The next time I snap, you’ll do anything Kyle wants from you. Doesn’t that sound nice, Kyle?”

“I… I think so?”

The magician laughed out loud, and then the audience joined in.

“Well, in that case, we have to change the rules. Every time Kyle uses the phrase ‘I think,’ you have to follow his commands.”

The audience was laughing again. I was not far from a breakdown.

The magician raised his hand one more time and snapped.

“Come on, Kyle, do your worst.”

All eyes in the room rested on me. My mind was trying to come up with something to please the masses.

“Regan,” my voice trembled, “I think… you should get up.”

With his eyes still closed and his face unmoved, Regan’s body raised to his feet.

The audience was speechless. The magician walked over under applause and grabbed Regan’s face. “What a good boy he is! Now, Kyle, give us something to look at!”

He leaned against the unconscious Caleb, and I knew what he implied.

“I think you should flex your muscles for us, Caleb.”

Why did I say that? I didn’t know what got into me. The sudden power given to me was making me drunk.

To my surprise, Caleb raised from his seat and started taking off his suit jacket, followed by his tie. As he revealed the tight button-down below, the people in the audience began to cheer again. Then I had an idea.

“I think you should give Mr. Magic a lap dance.”

With his eyes still closed, he pushed the magician onto his seat. He couldn’t do anything about it. Then Caleb started to dance while unbuttoning his shirt. The magician tried to get out, but Caleb was too big. His thighs kept him captive.

I realized I had dug my own grave as I felt myself starting to get hard in the middle of the stage.

“I think that’s enough,” I said. Someone in the crowd started whistling.

As soon as the man with the mic was back to his breath, he said, “Applause for Kyle, everybody! Now, I think it’s time to get your friends back.”

I was pleased to hear that. I wasn’t interested in doing something with Trevor. He would kill me if he’d found out.

“I’ll count to three now. With the next snap of my fingers, you all will be awake again, and the spell will be over. And Kyle will have to pay you if he wants to see another lap dance.”

The crowd erupted with laughter.

He started the countdown, his open hand casting a black shadow in the air.

“Three, two, one.”

Before the magician snapped his finger one last time, a waiter in the audience stumbled over someone’s feet, and a whole tray of empty water bottles shattered into a million pieces. Nobody heard the snap. Everyone turned their heads to see what had just happened.

The magician looked pissed. That wasn’t the grand finale he had imagined.

Regardless, the three men in their seats were awake again. They were blinking hard as their eyes adjusted to the stage lights.

“Back with a bang, I’d say!”

The audience applauded and started laughing as Caleb discovered that his shirt was open and his jacket was lying on the ground with confusion.

“Have some decency,” the magician joked. “There are kids here!”

We left the stage with more applause.


My heart was still racing when we got back to the hotel hours later. We were all a little drunk from the night. Trevor and Regan shared a room, and I was bunking with Caleb. We had to share a king-sized mattress, but I was okay with it.

Caleb unbuttoned his shirt for the second time this evening. We both noticed that there was still stage paint left on his skin from the contest. The inside of his shirt was all sweaty and bronze-colored now.

“Ah fuck, I liked this shirt,” he groaned.

“I think you should probably have another shower before painting the whole bed bronze,” I joked.

“You’re right.”

I searched for my phone charger while he undressed in front of me. I tried to resist staring at his broad back muscles, thick thighs, and marvelous ass.

While Caleb was under the shower, I cycled through Twitter, Instagram, and tumblr in a loop. Pictures of morphed men in every variation flooded my mind. I was drunk and horny, my cock rising fast. Slowly, I rubbed my growing bulge through my pants.

“Kyle?” he called from the shower, interrupting my trance. “Sorry, but could you scrub my back? I think there’s still paint left, and I… well, I can’t reach it.”

I slowly entered the tiny bathroom, the shower was still running, and mist already covered all the mirrors. The air was heavy but smelled nice. Caleb had his back turned to me and reached behind to present a sponge.

“Of course, no problem,” I said, but I couldn’t ban the shaking out of my voice.

I started scrubbing and marveled at Caleb’s physique beneath the sponge in my hand. He was remarkably built, and I couldn’t understand what was missing to win every bodybuilding contest in the world. I tried not to watch the water running down his back, through every valley until it coated his marble-like ass like a veil.

“There’s still paint on your ass.”

He laughed and blushed simultaneously.

“Damn, I’m sorry, but can you…”

He didn’t have to say it. I let the sponge glide along his cheeks. Suddenly, he changed his ass’s form from hard to soft. Caleb’s bottom was the eighth world wonder, I thought. I could scrub his bubble butt forever, and it would make me happy.

Eventually, I said, “we probably shouldn’t tell this to the others.”

“They would rip one joke after the other,” he laughed. “You’re right. Thanks, man.”

I left Caleb to himself and returned to the bed. Luckily, he hadn’t noticed that I was rock hard.

That night, while Caleb was snoring, I went to the bathroom to jack off. It was the only way to get his sexy ass out of my mind. Jerking off, eyes closed, replaying what happened hours before in my head. I dreamed of Caleb doing whatever I wanted. I imagined him turning around under the shower by my command. I’d seen his package on stage, so I knew he must be carrying around some decently sized balls. In that vision, I took his package into my hand and told him to relax. He threw his head back in that vision and grabbed mine with his big hands. My lips came closer to his rigid dick, and I opened my mouth wide.

Then I came.


After a four-hour flight, we were back at our apartment the following afternoon. We were all still hungover. Caleb must have been the most dehydrated man on earth. He didn’t want to drink after the competition, but Trevor convinced him to have a couple of shots. Still, he was hungover with the rest of us.

I forgot most of what happened in Las Vegas, following the city’s motto.

The following Monday, we were all back to our jobs. Most hours of the day I was at school teaching, Caleb was back in the gym doing some personal trainer stuff I didn’t understand, Regan was down the road at a construction site from sunrise till sunset, and Trevor was in his office copying numbers from one excel sheet to another. At least that’s what I imagined his job to be.

Everything was back to usual. Back to the same dull routine. If only the magician had not made that one terrible mistake.

I first thought back to our Las Vegas trip when we got ready for a Halloween party. Not because the magic show came back to my mind, but because I was equally dawdling to push the evening as far ahead as possible. I didn’t have a costume mainly because, unlike my three roommates, my body was in no way massive like any of theirs. Whether it was the musculature of Caleb’s, Trevor’s towering height, or the overall masculinity of Regan’s, I didn’t want to accentuate my body with an outfit that shouted, “Look at me! I look like a fucking twig!”

Caleb and Trevor had already left for the party, and they had looked excellent in their costumes. So good, in fact, that I would have loved to watch them all evening. Caleb had been dressed as a Pokémon trainer. He had on short shorts that accentuated his bulky frame, some freckles he had painted on, and a hat with the Pokémon logo on it. Trevor had opted for a convict costume to give us a little look into his future, I guess.

Regan was the only one still in the apartment because his costume involved the most work (and would win over most women at the party). He went as a mummy, which meant wrapping himself in gauze bandages from head to toe—strategically leaving a few holes exposed to accentuate his physique.

Regan and I got along just fine so he wasn’t shy about asking me to help him with his costume. When he asked me, gauze already covered his lower half. But for a second, I allowed myself to glance between his legs where his thick bulge rested. I had seen that bulge many times in my life, and it never ceased to amaze me. I had even seen it that morning. Regan was leaving his room while I had a bowl of cereal on the couch. He was giving the woman in his bed some minutes to catch her breath before going back in again for another round. I had a perfect view of his large package. He was only wearing some boxer briefs, and his erection hadn’t died down yet. His hard dick was a sight to behold. The head was reaching over to his hip bone where it had left a wet spot as big as the palm of my hand. His hairy chest was glistening with sweat in the morning light. His cock spasmed as he saw me.

“Sorry if we were too loud,” he said with a goofy smile on his face. I just shook my head and chuckled. He opened the fridge and drank milk straight from the box. His wide jaw moved up and down with each gulp.

Then, almost 12 hours later, he had asked me to wrap his upper body in bandages. I was kind enough to oblige. Regan had plenty of time to think while I dressed him. “You should come to the party too Kyle. You can’t always sit here alone and wait for life or whatever to find you. I think you might even like the party we’re going to,” said Regan as I continued to wrap him in gauzes.

“A party that Trevor is going to is, by definition, not for me,” I said as I rolled my eyes.

“You shouldn’t care what Trevor says to you. I love the guy, but we both know he’s talking out of his ass most of the time.” I couldn’t help but smile when he admitted to it being true. I wrapped his toned biceps in bandages and tried to take a mental photo while doing it. Regan’s arms weren’t as big as Caleb’s, but they were still impressive, and I was turned on by touching the big cannons. “Don’t do them too tight. I still need to be able to move,” said Regan as he flexed his arms.

Another difference between Caleb and him was the amount of body hair. While Caleb was always shaved, Regan let his hair grow out. He would occasionally trim his hair every once in a while when things got out of hand, but it was a rarity. I liked his body a lot despite it, though. The fur suited him very well and added a lot to his manly aura.

I was inches away from his hairy pecs and the pitch-black pits under his arms. I loosened the bandages around his arms and the veins I cut off before began swelling down again. He looked more like a mummy with every passing second, and a very hunky one at that.

“I have an idea,” shouted Regan right in my face. With big steps, he ran into his room—a loose strip of gauze flying behind him like a white flag. His nice butt jiggling up and down with each step. Regan came back with the football outfit he wore for Halloween a couple of years ago. Back then, he only wore a Large so it possibly could fit me. “Wear this, Kyle! Join us tonight! Please! Get out there! Have some new experiences!” he said as he shoved the jersey into my hands.

“Really, I don’t wanna go out tonight. All those people having fun… I’ll be nothing more than the weird guy hanging around in the corner of the room,” I said as I pushed his hand with the costume away.

“Come on, do it for me!” he said as he got down to eye level with me and put on the puppy dog eyes.

“No, Regan. For real, I’m not going, sorry,” I said in a flat tone. Regan couldn’t help but snicker as I continued to deflect his invitation. It was all a game for him, but I had gotten annoyed. I couldn’t do what he wanted.

“Come on, Kyle! Get your dick out and into the costume!” he shouted as he grabbed my shirt. But before Regan could do anything else, I said,

“I think you should get your dick out and–”

He let go before I could even finish my sentence. His eyes became empty mirrors for a moment and then it happened. I lost my breath. Regan looked down at me, smiled, and unwrapped the bandages covering his full underwear. Another second later, his waistband was down, and his big soft cock tumbled out with a smack against his thigh. And what a cock it was! The most beautiful and biggest soft dick I’d ever seen! It was seven inches long and as thick as a can of Red Bull. No wonder that all those women would lose their minds when they were in his bedroom. I’d be going crazy too with a cock like that inside me, pounding me, growing in me, filling me up with cum. I didn’t know what to say. What had happened? There was no air left in the room between us; that or I had forgotten how to breathe.

He glanced down at his manliness and squeezed it with his big hand. I saw the defined muscles of his forearm tremble under his skin. He lifted his dick, and I could take a look at his walnut-sized nuts. Just beautiful.

“Okay, okay. I understand. I can’t convince you. Another time maybe.” And just like that, the scene ended as abruptly as it had started. Regan acted as if nothing had happened. He put his schlong back in his underwear, grabbed his stuff, and headed out. “See you later!” The last thing I saw was his ass covered in gauze leaving our apartment. I was standing in our living room, and the world seemed to turn a lot faster suddenly. What had just happened?

Was it some ill-fitted joke only straight people get? Why did he show me his beautiful dick? What the fuck happened? Did it happen? Suddenly, I wasn’t sure about it anymore. I sat down and let the silence of our apartment surround me. And then it hit me like a wrecking ball.

I think you should get your dick out.

Was that me? Did I do that?

I didn’t sleep that night. I kept thinking about what had happened.

Hours later, when I was lying in bed, the others returned from the party. They were drunk and loud, but it didn’t matter because I couldn’t sleep anyways. There was nothing different about their voices. It was as if nothing had happened.

Was Regan aware of what had happened hours ago?


A week later, I was still thinking about the incident. Part of me waited for another situation like that to come up again. I had a theory, a completely bonkers fantasy, running around in my brain 24/7. What if I was able to control him? What if the thing that happened to them in Vegas was still at work?

I would have put it off as a goofy accident if it wasn’t for weeks before when Caleb listened to me in the hotel room. He was hammered that night, and the only wish left was to go to sleep. But I told him, “I think you should take a shower.” And he did it. Just like that. What if the spell was still active? What if I was in control?

I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t think straight anymore, especially around the guys. I was always only one sentence away from trying to command one of them again, but it was too risky, no matter the situation. What if someone walked in while I controlled the minds of one of my friends?

And there also was another problem I hadn’t thought about before trying my luck again. I couldn’t just test it by saying, “Pass me the orange juice” or something. That was a small favor any of them would do for me without asking second questions. It needed to be something they did not want to do.

But of course, I couldn’t let it go.


I was running on a treadmill, the sweat in my eyes blinding me. Our apartment had a gym where every resident could exercise all day and night. The machines weren’t the best, but it was good enough for a decent pump. And it was free, so what else is left to say?

I was the only one of us who used it. Regan wasn’t a big exercise guy because his job as a construction worker was already enough work for his body. Trevor was only interested in jogging and blaming everyone but him for his leg pain. And Caleb had a membership at a real gym because he needed way more equipment. He only dropped by when he needed some cardio and if the weather was too bad to go anywhere else.

One day, the rain was running down the windows in thick streams. Autumn was showing its worst side. The door behind me opened, and Caleb came in.

“Hey! I thought I would find you here,” he said as he approached the treadmill next to mine. We had a chat while he started running with me. He was wearing a loose tank top that showed off his big pecs and some five-inch seams that covered nothing at all. I loved it when he wore those. Caleb started jogging, and a veil of irritation covered his face soon. He looked down.

“These shorts were a bad purchase. I should have ordered one size larger,” he said as he adjusted his shorts.

“If there’s someone who can be proud of his body, then it is you, Caleb,” I said with a grin.

“Thanks man, but these shorts will cut off the circulation of blood flow to my legs in a few miles. I shit you not.” He slowed the treadmill down and pulled his shorts back down again. They looked dangerously tight around his big, toned thighs. The seams were squeezing his skin tightly. They looked like they were practically painted on.

“If I were you, I would only run around naked,” I joked. Caleb laughed with me, and I was relieved that he liked my joke. Then I had an idea. This was the moment I was waiting for.

“I’ll change and come back with something more fitting for running,” said Caleb as he was stepping off the treadmill. I had to think fast and move quickly.

He was almost out of the room when I said, “I think you should just run in your underwear.” He turned around with a puzzled look on his face.

“What?”

Fuck! Did he not hear me, or…

“What did you say?” he asked again. His tone wasn’t aggressive.

I think you should just run in your underwear.” I repeated myself and looked over at him. Caleb stood in the doorway in silence for what felt like an eternity. My pulse was racing. What took him so long? What was going on?

“You’re right. No need to change.”

Holy shit.

He came back and started to undress on his way. He stripped off his short shorts with his tank top leaving him almost naked. He was smiling at me, and I kept wondering if this was something Caleb would do around me. Probably not, which meant…

He was running again, his whole body moving up and down with every step. His full pecs jiggled happily; his marvelous cheeks shook with each heavy footfall on the treadmill. Caleb was wearing a jockstrap that accentuated his bulge quite nicely. Bouncing from side to side as he ran.

I had to go further!

“How’s training coming along? Getting ready for the next competition already?”

“It’s great! Vegas motivated me like nothing else before. Now that my cut is over, I’m finally seeing some faster gains again. Even though it’s no muscle mass right now, hahaha!”

He was right. Weeks ago, right after the tournament, he only had muscle mass with very little body fat. Now his body already looked fuller. I liked both looks, but I preferred the fuller one.

We were both out of breath but kept on with our run. Caleb’s body started glistening with sweat soon. His steps on the treadmill became heavier and louder.

“You’d better not train all that mass off too soon.”

“Haha, don’t worry. I’ve just been eating a lot of food the past few weeks, and it shows. I need to cut out some cheat meals this week.”

“It’s not that bad. Trust me. I think you should be proud of your body, no matter what… and flex a little for me.”

And just like that, Caleb pushed a big button on the treadmill, and the machine came to a halt. I did the same and watched as reality unfolded in front of me. Caleb stood two feet away with a smile on his beautiful and freshly shaven face. He started to flex. He began with his quads, presented his wingspan, showed off his arms, back, lats, biceps, pecs, ass again and again and again. With every pose, his body appeared to be bigger than before. He was getting a decent pump.

When he flexed his amazing ass again, I couldn’t stop myself from touching him. I was as lost in his magic as he was in mine.

“Kyle? What are you doing?”

I think you want to be touched by me right now.”

The tension fell from his back, and he started to lean into my hand.

I can’t believe this is happening.

“Harder,” he whispered, and his wish was my command. I grabbed his cheeks with both my hands and enjoyed the sheer weight of them. Caleb turned around and came closer. Eye to eye. He grabbed my hands and put them on his pecs.

“Touch me.” I squeezed his full pecs, enjoying their smoothness. I moved over to his big 20-inch arms and groped them. Finally, I grabbed around him and found his upper quads one more time. I was standing close enough to Caleb to feel his hardon against mine.

I took a step back, finally in my body again.

“That was a nice massage. Thanks, man,” Caleb said while giving his hardon a little tug. His mind was also returning from elsewhere. He grabbed his clothes from the floor and was on his way out.

“Everything all right?” I asked.

He turned around with a smile on his face.

“Of course! See you upstairs.”

Caleb’s face was unchanged. He had no idea what had just happened.

I couldn’t sleep the nights after my hands had touched Caleb’s magnificent body. I could still feel his mass hours later. My heart hammered in my chest. I was lying awake in my bed and asked myself what had happened in Vegas. Why was I still in control? How was that possible?

I listened deep inside me and realized that I was scared. Partly because the spell could stop any minute, and the only people I ever called my friends leave me for good. However, I wanted to know how far I could push this. It was the first time in forever that I felt powerful. I thought this was how hot, built, or charismatic people felt all the damn time. How could I let that go? I had to take it further. Even if I dug my own grave.

Minutes later, still lying in bed, I found myself with my dick in one hand and my phone in the other. I was scrolling through tumblr and enjoying the beauty of massive muscle morphs, some classic, some new. I let every detail wash over me until I was drowning in horniness. Biceps big enough to rip shirts apart. Dudes covered in enough veins for four men. Pecs so big they have to find rest on a table. Asses hanging out of skin-tight jeans, necks disappearing between beach-ball-sized shoulders. Feet big enough to crush someone. Pits hairy enough to suffocate. Quads too thick to walk. Nipples as big as shot glasses. Cocks that stretch every kind of material to the limit. Nuts hanging out of jockstraps like bowling balls. My cock was a bar of steel. But even though I saw all that, my mind was somewhere else. It was with Caleb on the other side of the walls.

Suddenly my phone was ringing. It was the only light source in the room, and Caleb’s picture was smiling at me on the display. I picked up and did not wait for him to say anything.

“I think you should come over,” I said. There was a brief silence on the phone and then the call dropped. I heard something moving on the other side of the wall: the creaking of bedsprings followed by some heavy steps and a door opening slowly. The impressive silhouette of Caleb was growing in front of me. I could hardly see him in the dark, but I could feel his presence as if he was touching my body already. He looked more massive than I remembered him.

“What’s going on?” he asked as he continued to walk towards me.

“Can’t sleep.”

“Me neither.”

“I think you should come closer.” My heart was beating faster with every step he took. I could smell the sleep on his skin by now, towering over me. He nailed me down with his mass, his giant body covering me like a weighted blanket.

“I think we should have sex.” I don’t know where I found these words. It felt unreal, and it was.

In the dark, I could only feel his body with my hands. His massive bulging muscles at my mercy. I felt his lips make contact with a passionate kiss. We started making out, and I held onto his massive traps. I started moaning when my hands touched his full pecs. They felt so much bigger and juicier than I remember them.

“I wanna fuck you,” he whispered, not knowing that it wasn’t his idea at all. Caleb removed his underwear, and his cock pushed into my belly. It felt massive. So much bigger than anything I’ve seen in his posers.

“Fuck, Caleb?! What’s going on?” I asked as he continued to grind against my smaller body.

“Doesn’t it feel good?”

“I’ve never felt better.” I tried to close my hand around what felt like a steel-hard ten-incher. It wasn’t possible. Caleb’s cock, meanwhile, started dripping pre onto me.

“Fuuuuuuuuck Caleb, this is too much, I…”


I woke up with my bed drenched in sweat. My heart was pondering, and my hands felt my boxers soaked in cum. My phone was lying next to me and still had Tumblr open on a gif of a flexing muscle mountain on repeat.

I’ve never had a dream like that in my life. It felt so real. Every detail of it was re-playing nonstop in my mind. I wanted to fall asleep again and return to the dream even though I knew it wasn’t possible. But then I kept thinking: It did not have to stay a dream at all.

The following morning, we all found ourselves together in the little kitchen. I was stirring my bowl of cereal, no longer hungry Caleb was reorganizing the mess in the fridge, Regan was almost on his way out, and Trevor was hunched over his MacBook reading a client’s email. I had a sentence waiting at the back of my throat, wanting to come out and play. Last night was still playing back and forth in my head. I had to try it. I just had to. Caleb bent down to grab some vegetables, but before his ass could hypnotize me, my words fell out of my mouth.

I think we should all get out and have dinner tonight.” My spoon was still hovering over the bowl; a droplet of milk hung from it. Everyone was looking at me, but none of them had a puzzled look on their face. Not even Trevor.

“Sounds good,” said Regan while throwing his jacket on.

“I’m in,” mumbled Trevor without looking up from his laptop. Caleb just nodded with a smile.

“Good, good. And I think Trevor should pay. For all of us.” The same reaction from everyone. They all continued as if nothing had happened. Then I finally realized: This is real. I did that. I can do whatever I want.

The day was passing by at the speed of light. It was the first time in forever I had fun teaching. I felt more confident and comfortable in my skin than ever before. And I guess my students felt that too. Even though some kids were still a pain in the ass, nothing could damage my mood.

The dinner we had that night was fancy, and everything was going well. Between courses, Caleb said that his plan had been a late gym session, but something had told him that this gathering was more important. The other two had similar stories of canceled plans, but they didn’t seem mad at all. In the end, it somehow felt like it was their idea. I devilishly grinned as I relished in the success of my spell on all of them.

When the menu came around again for desserts, everyone was shaking their heads. “Sorry, I have to skip. I’m way too full,” said Caleb rubbing his slightly bloated belly. The others joined in and nodded. It was my turn again, and I couldn’t stop myself from commanding them around once more.

“I think you guys should indulge yourselves. Have a bite and fill up these tanks.” So they continued eating, just like that. They even enjoyed it with loud grunts and belly rubs. I was in heaven. The hardon in my pants was slowly pressing against my zipper. He wanted to come out and play; join the fun.

Half an hour later, Caleb and Trevor presented their full round bellies to the other men at the table. Something inside me was tingling. I had never seen Trevor this happy and outgoing. Mostly because he had always been an asshole around me. Now I couldn’t stop thinking that he actually was kinda hot, for an asshole. His towering presence definitely did something with me I couldn’t explain.

“You know what, guys? I’m feeling generous tonight. Bill’s on me,” Trevor said, and we all cheered for him. “Even for you, dumbass,” he added while looking at me. Ah, he was still the same Trevor. Good to know.


On our way home, I was sitting next to Regan in the front passenger seat. We chatted about his current construction work and how annoying the wait times between delayed shipments were. Caleb and Trevor were laughing about a TikTok in the backseat, unable to contain their laughter. Caleb looked like a snack in his super tight shirt. I turned around, and Trevor was annoyed with me immediately.

“What?” He said it with the most disgust he could bring up.

I just had to smile. Those days were over.

“I think you two should kiss each other.” And so they did. Caleb put his big hands on Trevor’s cheeks, and their tongues met right before their lips did. It was hot and strange at the same time. They went all-in immediately as if they already knew what to do to turn me on. The temperature in the backseat was rising dramatically. They moved closer together with every kiss.

Suddenly I could feel the car swerving. Regan was looking in the back mirror, his face in shock. Fuck!

I think nothing out of the ordinary is happening back there!” I said as fast as I could. The shock melted from his face until his eyes were on the road again.

Meanwhile, Caleb and Trevor continued their dirty game until my words wore off. Minutes later, they were back on their phones as if nothing had happened.

I took a deep breath and sunk back in my seat. Fuck, that was way too close. I have to be more careful.

After I realized the full extent of the power in my hands, life slowly began to change. In the beginning, I took it slow. The boys lived their daily lives as if nothing world-changing happened. They worked, met with their friends, enjoyed their night-outs on the weekend, and greeted me when we saw each other in the living room of our apartment. But there, I allowed myself to have some fun.

The little almost-accident on our way home from the restaurant taught me one lesson: everything magical happening between the boys and I should stay within the walls of our home where I had everything under control.

So here’s what happened in the first few months—before I discovered the full force of my powers.


Trevor was probably the most fun to command around. Doesn’t everyone dream about controlling their bully? Trevor could call himself lucky that I wasn’t the same kind of asshole he was. I was taking advantage, yes, but I would never humiliate him to make me feel better.

On our first weekend alone in the apartment, I found him playing Xbox on our sofa. He gave me an annoyed glance when I entered the room as if this wasn’t my apartment too.

“The other two are coming back on Sunday, right?” I asked him.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, his eyes glued to the TV. He put one hand on his crotch and rearranged his package in his loose sweats. “I thought I had the apartment to myself.”

I had told him multiple times that I would be around too.

“Nah, sorry, I’m here to stay.”

He lost the game and threw the controller onto the pillows next to him.

“Fuck man, I almost got him! Stop distracting me, shithead.”

I smiled. Trevor had no power over me anymore.

“I think you should be nicer to me, Trevor. Much nicer.” He paused his game, and the look on his face changed completely. The anger was gone.

“I’m sorry, man. My apologies. I had a long week and was excited to have some alone time this weekend. But hey, maybe we could do something together?” He got up from the sofa and turned the console off. Seconds later, he was right next to me, a towering presence. My skin tingled. I always forgot how tall Trevor was. “What do you wanna do?” he asked. At first, I was a bit overwhelmed by the situation. It was one thing to control him, but a completely different thing to see him do it himself.

“I thought about going to the spa downtown, the one Caleb recommended.”

“Nice, let me get a few things and I’ll be ready to go.”

We took his car and arrived at the spa twenty minutes later. Trevor booked us the supreme package at the service desk I could never afford. The moment I got my wallet out, Trevor shook his head.

“No need for that. It’s on me,” he said as he handed the receptionist his credit card.

“Thanks, man. That’s so nice of you!”

“No problem, man.”

We got to the changing rooms and put some swimwear on. While I went for loose shorts, Trevor decided to put his speedo on. He swam regularly after work and was proud of his body, and the speedo wasn’t hiding anything. Nevertheless, he put a towel around his hips immediately.

The afternoon was a series of scrubs, baths, massages, and sauna visits. I hadn’t felt that relaxed in my entire life. We were on our own in the Turkish bath, sitting on the upper bench, only a few feet between us. It was so hot and humid that water was dripping from the ceiling. I watched the droplets landing on Trevor’s remarkable 6’5” frame, running down his pecs and abs, disappearing between his legs. I suddenly felt so horny. I took another look at the door, and I was sure we had some time for ourselves.

“I think,” I began a little unsure, “we should get our dicks out and have some fun.” Trevor’s eyes had been closed before. He opened them and smiled at me.

“Sure, man. Why not.” He gave his package a heavy tug and moaned quietly. I was about to see Trevor’s dick for the first time. I couldn’t believe it. Before he did it, I freed my dick and started to wank. My six-inch hardon came to life, and my hand went to work. Seconds later, the room was filled with the moist sound of me jacking off. The temperature made my heart race.

“That’s a beautiful cock, man. Even I have to admit that,” Trevor said while rubbing his flexing bulge. It was a dream come true, a dream I did not realize I had.

“Come on, show me yours.” Without hesitation, he came closer and started to pull his waistband down. A big, half-hard dick tumbled out. The size of his cock was closer to Regan’s than to mine. A giant piece of meat! “So it’s true that big boys also have big cocks.”

“It’s true, at least for me,” he said and smiled. He was rock hard, too, in a split second. We jacked off, our eyes wandering between our cocks and bodies. The sauna seemed to become even hotter, and I suddenly wished that Regan and Caleb would be here too to join the fun. I don’t know if it was just him or still the command to be nice to me, but Trevor’s hand wandered over and grabbed my cock with pride. I was close then. I blew air out through my mouth, my cheeks puffed up and red. I grabbed his cock too. It felt so much bigger than mine, even though it was just one or two inches bigger.

“You like that size, don’t you?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“God, this is hot.”

“I think you should start pumping your dick even bigger. That would give you an even more amazing look.”

“Fuck, you are right. It would look amazing to have an even bigger cock. Just imagine! Maybe I can push this thing to become nine inches in length!” His breath came faster and faster until his hips pushed upward and a volley of cum hit his chest. His hand was still wrapped around my dick when I came. It trickled out and covered most of the back of his hand.

“Damn, Kyle. You are a heavy cummer!”

“Always been.” He cleaned his hand the Trevor way. After our day at the spa the magic didn’t wear off. Trevor was nicer to me in general, but not jacking-me-off-regularly-nice. That would come later.


After discovering the hypnosis anomaly, Caleb and I also started to share a few memorable moments. He was the one I saw the most because we were closest to what I would call friends. A friend with benefits, maybe.

I started my journey with him while having lunch in town together. The restaurant was loud enough for me to speak my true self. No one was listening. I tried to say it as casually as I could.

“I think you should let me measure your progress at least once a week,” I said.

He finished his drink and leaned back. His shoulders stretched his sleeves in all the right places.

“Sounds like an excellent idea! I’m pretty sure that’s the motivation I need right now. Wanna start tonight?”

“Do we have the apartment for ourselves?”

“The others can watch. I don’t care.”

My palms became a little sweaty. They sure couldn’t watch the things I had in mind.

“I think we should do this alone. Just the two of us.” Caleb smiled.

“Sure, man. Anything you say.” Literally, I thought and finished my drink too.

“I think you should order another dessert.”

“Uff, Kyle, I’m so full. But now that you say it. Can I see the menu again?” he asked a waiter walking by.

We returned to the apartment after Caleb finished two more plates of pancakes with extra syrup. He was bloated and waddling when we left—a sight I highly enjoyed. Back in the apartment, Trevor greeted us.

“What happened to you?” he asked Caleb.

“Just a good lunch.”

“You look even more massive than usual.”

“Thanks, man,” Caleb answered while struggling to breathe. “Fuck, I need to lie down.”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to start a fast cut?” But Caleb was already in his room.

“Blimping out, slowly but surely,” Trevor said to no one in particular.

“I think you should give us a moment.”

Trevor nodded and disappeared into the living room. Before entering Caleb’s room, I could feel my cock twitching already.

“Hey man, I think I need a nap,” Caleb mumbled. He was already lying in bed, still fully clothed but already half-asleep.

“I think you want me to join you under the blanket.” And just like that, he lifted the sheets for me to come.

“I hope you don’t mind a bit of cuddling, bro,” he said with a peaceful smile on his face.

“Not at all, Caleb. Not at all.”

“Fuck I’m so full. It feels like I’m giving birth soon.” He pressed his big belly into mine, and I had some trouble hiding my hardon from him.

“Mind if I rub it a little?”

“Sounds like a good idea.”

“I think you’ll like it a lot.” And so I lifted his shirt a little and started rubbing. His former six-pack had vanished and left was a ball belly packed to the brim. He indeed looked pregnant. I did an excellent job of stuffing him with more and more food. I had even thought about ordering more, but he was already starting to huff in the restaurant.

“Fuck yeah, that’s so nice,” he groaned after a few minutes of me rubbing his full belly. Every time I poked him, he raised his brows and gave off a little moan.

“Be careful. So full.” He couldn’t form full sentences anymore. In between rubs, I grabbed his pecs that seemed to be fuller too. He did not mind. He enjoyed every single one of my gestures, and I couldn’t say which of his needs were real and which were induced by me anymore. It did not feel like a dream, not like when I gave Trevor a blowjob.

“Mhhh, that’s even better than the three desserts I had,” Caleb whispered and came closer. He almost pushed himself onto me. My hand reached further down, and my heart almost stopped. I found Caleb’s bulge—he was rock hard, a wet spot crowning his pants.

He did not intervene, even after I touched his hardon multiple times accidentally. I opened his pants and let my hand dive in fully. I found his bush, then his cock and balls. It was becoming hot as hell under the blanket. He was far wetter than anyone I had ever experienced, so I started rubbing his cock nice and gentle. My hand got drenched in pre, and I couldn’t explain where all this juice was coming from.

“I’m sorry,” he said. It almost sounded ashamed. He even covered his face for a second.

“No need to be. It’s super hot, to be honest,” I whispered into Caleb’s ear, and he put his strong hands around me again. His massive arms surrounded me. Another wave of pre shot from his cock, and landed on his bloated stomach.

“I rarely jerk off. That’s probably why I’m producing so much fucking cum,” Caleb explained. With his left hand, he rubbed pre all over his swollen belly.

“That’s hot. Is it okay when I do it?”

“Of course, mate. Your hand feels amazing!” He gave me a bear hug, and I was in heaven again. The rhythm of my hand accelerated, and so did Caleb’s heartbeat.

“I think your goal should be to become bigger than anyone else. Not only today but every day,” I whispered, wholly lost in Caleb’s moaning.

“Fuck yeah, you’re right. Bigger… always.”

What had I done?

I rubbed pre all over his belly. He was producing enough to handle four cocks.

“Tell me, Caleb. Do you enjoy being big?”

“It’s the best feeling in the world, mhhhh. Still wanna get bigger, though.”

“How big? Tell me.”

“Fuck, I wanna become a monster, not human anymore. Muscles on muscles on muscles.” Saying this, he started to fuck my hand. He was a machine following my commands.

“I wanna break every world record in bodybuilding history. I want the biggest guns, the widest back, the fattest thighs there have ever been. I want… fuck, you’ll make me cum.”

“Slow down, big boy. I don’t want you to cum yet.” He just opened his eyes for a second and smiled. Suddenly I found myself buried beneath him. He removed his pants and sat down on my chest. He was heavy as fuck, and my dick couldn’t become any harder than it already was.

“You love this built body of mine, don’t you?” he said. His sleepy eyes made him look even sexier. I didn’t answer. I grabbed Caleb’s cheeks from behind and pressed my face into his package. Heaven was a place on earth.

“Fuck yeah, lick my fat balls.” He was right about that. Caleb had a set of balls to be proud of; no one on earth would ever accuse him of juicing with a pair like his. They were the size of big kiwis in a nice hanging sack.

“Put them in your mouth,” he said, and I followed his order. It was impossible, but he enjoyed it either way. Pre dribbled down at the side of his rigid dick. That cock never finished serving more.

“All this will be muscle mass soon,” Caleb said, holding his belly in both hands.

“Grow for me, muscle head.”

“I will. I promise.” My orgasm felt like an erupting volcano. I came all over Caleb’s back in heavy spurts that did not seem to find an end. I tossed and turned, but it was impossible to move under his thick thighs and heavy weight. He rubbed his big balls in my face again and came too, seconds later. Caleb painted my face hot and white. He sure was gifted with two cum factories.

Leaving his room minutes later, I wasn’t sure if one of the other two had heard us through the walls. At least I could fix every situation coming our way with just a few words.

I jacked off again that night, thinking about Caleb and his magnificent body. I also thought about visiting him in his room again, but he deserved some sleep. And then I remembered our session more vividly than before. I had ordered him to grow. And grow and grow and grow.


My adventures with Caleb inspired me to go further with Regan, a circumstance that would eventually lead to me breaking all the boundaries I’ve set myself. A little reminder: the boys should always have their own lives. All I wanted was a little bit of fun. Until a little bit of fun wasn’t enough anymore.

There were a lot of nights where I enjoyed having a cock like Regan’s in the house all the time. I called him into my room to enjoy his body to the full extent. His build, his hairiness, and, of course, his big fucking dick. His presence was the gift I gave to myself.

Soon, I commanded him to run around in briefs only so I could enjoy the display of his bulge thoroughly—a meaty stick finding its end at the outer side of his hip bone, a view that never ceased to amaze me. I said that he should be proud of his cock (even more than he already was), and he instantly came up with the courage to let his cock hang out when we were on our own. That fat eight-incher dangled between his legs, left, right, left. The sound alone made me horny, and occasionally, I could see a fine thread of pre hanging from his shmeat.

He became so proud of it (the size, the heft, the length) that he asked me to give him head—no need to hypnotize him at all. Well, not directly, of course.

“I think you should join Caleb in the gym and put on some serious muscle mass, Regan. I mean, you’re already quite built, but you’d look phenomenal with a bodybuilder’s physique.”

“I thought about joining the gym for quite some time now,” he said, and I couldn’t tell if it was true or not.

He flexed for me, showed me his hairy pits, and almost pressed his bulge into my face. He wasn’t as built as Caleb, but you could see some decent muscle mass at work there.

Days later, he joined the same gym as Caleb and Trevor. They started lifting bigger and heavier weights for me to enjoy—the fruits of their labor would be ripe soon. Soon I’d command my own league of first-class himbos, I joked. But let’s get back to that later.

One evening I entered the bathroom even though Regan was under the shower at that very moment. I knew that he didn’t care anymore. I saw him washing his magnificent body, getting rid of the dirt of the day, and giving his horse-cock a nice rub. I waited for him to finish his business. A little present for Regan was already waiting for him next to me on the sink.

“What’s that?” he asked while toweling down his dangling cock.

“A cock pump.”

“I didn’t know you were into stuff like that. Why are you showing me this? I think I’ve got enough meat between my legs,” he said and grabbed his cock with both his hands. What a beast.

“It’s not for me. I think you should pump your cock bigger for me and grow your cock.” Regan’s eyes went dull for a split second before instantly returning to their deep color.

“Fuck yeah, let’s pump this cock even bigger. For the ladies.”

“Of course. The ladies. Oh, and by the way, Trevor started pumping too. If you don’t take this seriously, he’ll outgrow you in a month or so.”

It was a lie, but it worked. The pride of owning this kind of cock could not be hurt. I think it was just a week later that I noticed how chubbed-up Regan’s package started to look all the time. I was intrigued. He pumped his package fatter and fatter for me and even bought more expensive and bigger pumps to become more serious about it.

I actually had to tell him to slow down a little after his cock grew too quickly. He was losing a little bit of hardness (but added almost a full inch in length with a little bit of pulling), and I did not want him not to be able to fuck someone anymore. I was a candidate on that significant list too after all.


And so, my mind was trapped in a switching cycle of feverishly hot episodes with my roommates and the dull daily life I tried to leave behind with every sex fantasy coming true. Everything I ever wanted was just a few words away, but I kept strong and only used my powers when I was horny to an extent even I couldn’t explain.

Well, peace didn’t last forever. I became greedy, and I’m not even sorry about it. Because things started to accelerate, and life was getting better and better and better.

I spent more time with Caleb after I ordered him to focus on his bodybuilding journey. He was pure sex on two legs, and it became hard to concentrate on the other aspects of my life. Regan and Trevor probably thought we were together, but they never said a word about it, so I did not have to hypnotize them.

Caleb was putting all his energy into his growth. I was completely mind blown by the time and effort he put into it. Everything was just about his pump from the moment he woke up to the second he closed his eyes. How often can I go to the gym? Does this meal have enough protein? What supplements make me gain the most? How can I become even bigger for Kyle? I couldn’t look into his head, obviously, but this was 90 percent of what was going on in there.

Once a week, he visits me in the evening. He comes to my room, only wearing his stage posers, and throws the measuring tape into my lap. At first, I didn’t know what he wanted from me, but I remembered my wish. He was just following orders and letting me play with him and his new size once a week.

I was always shocked about his gains, not only in the beginning of these sessions but every single time. Surely, he was spending every penny of his on roids, but it still felt unreal. He was growing dangerously fast, and I was so excited about it. I really thought Caleb couldn’t become any sexier than he already was, but then he came into my room again after a week of heavy exercises, never-ending meals, and some injections, and he was bigger again! Every bit of his body was inching towards freakiness. His thighs transformed into deformed hams, rubbing one another with every step, his delts spread further by the day, and his shoulders and biceps destroyed most shirts he tried to wear now. We wrote down all of the circumferences I took, and not a single number stayed the same two times in a row.

Most surprisingly, I saw that his balls stayed unaffected by the stuff he injected; they were still larger than most men’s cojones.

The more we hung out together and talked about his body, growth, and especially his goals, the more excited he got. I made him fall in love with his body again.

“Caleb, you’re growing even faster now,” I said at the beginning of one evening. His dick got rock hard in under five seconds, and he almost began to drool on me.

“You think so?”

His cock was pressing hard against his tiny posers, pulsing now and then.

“Your thighs alone are a quarter of an inch bigger than last week! That is remarkable!”

A wet spot appeared where his cock head almost poked through… and it was growing bigger by the minute! Every time I said something about his size, he became wetter. Soon, he started dripping, I couldn’t believe it at first.

“My size makes me so horny. I have trouble focusing in the gym! All these mirrors show me my pump and how huge I am becoming. I have to clean every bench thoroughly after using it because of my pre-stains. I’m a dripping freak.”

“Your balls are truly amazing.”

“I’m never not wet these days. And all thanks to you.”

“You’re putting in all the work, big guy. I’m just here motivating you,” I said with a raging hardon.

“I’ve been so small all these years, but now I can finally reach my full potential. That’s worth a lot!”

“You weighed 270 pounds … that wasn’t small.”

“Yeah, but look at me now!”

I found myself in a bear hug again. Our cocks collided, and Caleb’s left a wet stain on my sweats.

“Caleb, your size is so amazing. What’s your current weight?”

“305 pounds!”

“Jesus, I didn’t know you already crossed the line!”

“Yeah, but I want to become even bigger! I have a feeling I should.”

“You are such a freak, and I love it!”


Caleb continued his amazing bodybuilder’s journey, and even Trevor and Regan couldn’t believe his progress most of the time. They said stuff like: “Your shirts look painted on,” “you’re getting wider by the day,” and “do you even fit through the door properly?”

All of that was music in Caleb’s ears. I could see him becoming wet and horny from hearing all these compliments. He was starting to hump the air, bite his lip, and breathe heavier. Luckily, the others did not care—especially after I put them on the gain train too.

One evening we were all sitting together enjoying the game when I became transfixed by how Caleb’s bloated muscles ripped his clothes along the sleeves, back, and thighs. His progress had destroyed his wardrobe, and I loved it. (I sent him out to buy new stuff made with stretchy materials. Nevertheless, all pieces are skin-tight, hugging his melon-sized pecs just right.)

Seeing him grow like that and enjoying our evenings so thoroughly made me wish for more.

“Guys? I think you should join Caleb in his process. I think you should also try to become big muscle heads,” I said, and I could feel my heart beating faster.

Regan and Trevor exchanged glances.

“I think you should help Caleb become even bigger while growing your bodies. Seventy-five percent of what Caleb’s doing is already enough for you two.”

Caleb was listening to my words, and even though he wasn’t the target of my command, I could see his shorts tenting immediately. This is how horny he was for size. The slightest mention of growth was enough these days. He probably was already imagining how the other two would stuff him and spot his exercises with their massive bulges in sight at the gym.

But I wasn’t finished with Regan and Trevor yet.

“I also think you guys should become obsessed with size like Caleb. Enjoy growing, eating, pumping, and so on. This journey will be a lot of fun, and the two of you will love every minute of it.”

Regan was the first to process all of this subconsciously.

“You’re right! We should go to the gym together more often again. It’s time to put some mass on these bones! Especially on this guy right here!” Regan said and gave Caleb’s thunder-thigh a mighty slap. He was leaking already; I could see it through his shorts.

“Be careful! We might outgrow you, Caleb!”

“You sure about that?,” he said and flexed his guns. His sleeves ripped all the way up to his impressive shoulders, and his trimmed pits came into view. They were still sweaty from his previous training session.

“Fuck, Caleb, your gains are insane.”

“What are you eating, bro?”

“And what’s your current weight?”

“Already 309 pounds.”

“Fuck, that’s seriously big… and pretty hot! At your height, that’s super impressive. Maybe even unheard of,” Trevor said, who was several inches taller than Caleb.

I could see how Regan started shuffling in his seat. Seeing Caleb’s muscles in action suddenly activated something in him. He was a size lover now, too. His cock came to life and grew from soft to hard as steel in seconds. All nine inches of his big anaconda were perfectly visible through his jeans, poking out of his pocket, covered by cloth.

I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.

“I think we should forget everything about our relationships with one another just for tonight and have sex. Now!” I said, and they all nodded as if this thought had been sleeping at the tip of their tongue all along.

Our pants hit the ground with force. Caleb just ripped away what was left of his shorts. One after the other removed his underwear (Regan wasn’t wearing any), and four rock-hard cocks came out to play.

While the size of Regan and Trevor was truly impressive, Caleb’s pre-spitting pecker was the center of attention immediately.

The four of us started grinding and sucking each other’s bodies on the couch in our living room, and I formed the experience by hypnotizing them again and again. Soon my cock was inside Caleb’s fat ass, pumping as fast and thoroughly as I could, while Trevor’s and Regan’s cocks wandered between my hands and my mouth.

“So big…” someone whispered.

“We’ll become even bigger… and bigger… (grunt) and bigger.”

Even though I came, my dick wasn’t getting soft anymore. It wanted more. I was drowning in the sensation.

Regan dumped his first and second load on my chest while Trevor put his into Caleb’s mouth, who took it like the horny bastard he is.

After my third load in Caleb’s ass, my body lost its power. Everything became too much for me and even my sight started to blur. I sank onto Caleb’s back and encompassed his mighty frame while my cock was still pushing more semen into him. In the process of it all, he had cum multiple times too, but I could sense his balls weren’t empty yet. As a fantasy, I said: “I think my cum is making you even bigger everywhere you want it.”

“Kyle,” he said without a tone in his voice. It was all breath. “Grow me.”

I don’t know where my body found the energy to do it, but a fourth and final load made its way from my balls into Caleb. We groaned in pleasure as the other two watched us in total peace.

I found Caleb’s cock dangling between his massive thighs, and one little rub was enough to make him cum again like a fountain. Even though his deep grunts were pretty loud, I could hear his cum hitting the floor beneath us with thick spurts. Soon I realized that he was counting them.

“… 13, 14, 15—fuck, still coming—16, fuck! 17, more cum, 18, fuck!”

“Caleb, your balls are amazing!”

“How do you do that! That’s so hot!”

All of us were speechless. Back on our feet, we stood around the cum puddle Caleb had created. His muscles looked massively pumped, veiny, and close to ripping his skin in some places. Caleb looked happier than ever before.

“Finally empty. What a fucking ride, guys. Thanks for that.”

Soon after they all started growing their muscles, I learned that they were quite surprised about their steady progress.

The three came back from the gym in their regular clothes and looked remarkable. Everything was sitting tighter, hugging their growing frames in all the right places. And while Regan and Trevor made some excellent progress, Caleb was the one growing beyond belief.

Our measuring sessions showed us that he was gaining at least two pounds of mass per week but in some weeks, he gained more than these two tiny pounds.

What I enjoyed most about this time was their inability to accept the rapid growth as the new reality. They continued wearing their usual outfits despite the holes and rips everywhere.

Trevor’s suit looked more painted on by the day when he readied himself for another day at the office; he learned that he could no longer button up his suit properly because of his wide back and bigger pecs. And while his big nipples surely were a grand distraction for everyone at work, the bulge snaking down his pants was an even more obvious problem.

“Sometimes it feels like other men don’t have problems like that,” he said, standing in our kitchen while fixing the position of his bulge.

“Tell me about it,” Regan said with a big sigh.

His cock had become even fatter than Trevor’s, so he was the one facing the most real-life consequences of them all. As a construction worker, he did not have the same “uniform” as Trevor. His outfit was body-fit, just a pair of jeans and an old flannel on most days. But both these items started becoming dangerously tight, and I am sure his colleagues started talking about his appearance behind his back. Luckily, Regan wasn’t capable of hearing this nonsense gossip. Even when he hears stuff like “He is probably stuffing his pants” or “… taking roids, I’ve heard,” he’s just giving his trimmed beard an unsure scratch (with just a glimpse of confusion in his doggy eyes) and continues to work—lifting heavy all day without breaking into sweat.

Back home, he almost celebrates taking off his clothes these days. He usually is the first one back, so I enjoy my time with him thoroughly.

“I think you should let me do that today,” I say. My arousal was already on the verge of exploding.

“Do you mind? My clothes are so tight, and my muscles are so sore from training with the boys last night… I could use your help here, Kyle.”

My voice was almost trembling now.

“You deserve it, big guy.”

“You know what? You’re such a great guy for this!”

“I know, Regan. I know.”

I have to admit, there was a slightly evil grin on my face at that moment, but it was just too perfect.

Regan reclined on the sofa, and I removed his big working boots first. Many numbers bigger than mine, his shoes seemed fake in my hands like a movie prop. He spread his toes widely after they were free and I started giving them a few rubs to calm down.

“Ohhh, that’s good. My feet felt trapped in my shoes all day. No idea what is going on there; I probably need a new pair soon.”

“Yeah, maybe,” I said very quietly.

His 14US feet felt magnificent in my hands. I kneaded them with full force, and he tried to spread them even further.

At that moment, I wished to grow him even bigger in more places than just his muscles and manliness, but that power seemed to be out of reach—something I could never solve through hypnosis.

“I think it’s time,” he said with his baritone voice and started to undo his shirt.

“Let me do that.”

Button after button, I revealed a built and hairy chest that appeared bigger since the last time I saw it.

“You trimmed your hair.”

“It was getting out of control somehow.”

“I think you should let it grow for me.”

“… Yeah, you are right. It looks nice, doesn’t it?”

“Super manly. I think Caleb would kill for your body hair.”

“You think so?”

I nodded and removed his shirt.

At that point, he was basically flexing for me. I marveled at the veins on his biceps and stuck my face into his tremendously hairy pits. A shiver ran through Regan’s body, his breathing coming faster, and I could feel his pants growing tighter.

“Bro, you’re making me so hard,” he said, suddenly nervous. “I’m chubbing up quickly.”

“Your bulge looks enormous. Unreal, even.”

“I mean, yeah, I’ve got a pretty huge cock, you’ve seen it before. Big but nothing special.”

Suddenly I wasn’t so sure about that anymore. It felt like his growing muscles weren’t the only thing he did not see.

I grabbed his prodigious bulge and I immediately realized something was different. It felt bigger.

I unbuttoned his work jeans. After pulling the zipper down with a long and slow rrrrrrrip, the undies inside immediately started squeezing out.

“Damn, what a beast!” I almost screamed.

“Don’t lose your mind, small guy!” He had to laugh. “It’s not that huge.”

“Oh it fucking is! Your hardon has become massive, Regan?! How did you do that?”

“I didn’t do anything, swear to God. I even stopped pumping. And to be honest it looks as big as always to me. Just my average cock.”

I understood his words but not the things he was trying to say. I told him to grow his cock, he started pumping, and now he was seemingly growing without effort? How was that possible?

“Oh, and by the way. I’m far from hard.”

My cock almost broke the sound barrier with how fast it came to life.

“Are you shitting me?”

“I’m not. Trust me,” Regan said while crossing his arms behind his head.

I grabbed both sides of his jeans and pulled them down. The bulge grew from its confines.

“Damn…”

Before me lay the most magnificent package I had ever seen. Regan was wearing tight white Calvin Klein’s. His balls filled the pouch while he carried his cock to the side, a fat log of unbelievable proportions.

“I thought you were hard already.”

“Fuck no. This is my softest. Rather small…”

I just ignored his blissful ignorance.

“You’ve grown such a fat monster cock, Regan!”

“Stop messing with me,” he said laughing, and his package jiggled. “Is this some kind of roleplay because I don’t get it.”

Before I could start asking some serious questions about Regan’s situation, I started rubbing his bulge, and he began to moan with pleasure that painted his face slightly red.

“Your hands feel really good though. They feel so… small today.”

I wonder why, I thought.

“You like this, big guy?”

I pushed my hand inside his underwear and grabbed the massive log he tried to deny.

“Please don’t stop! It’s been a while since someone helped me out like that.”

He later told me that his luck with the ladies was vanishing lately and that he was totally flabbergasted by it. Suddenly they all didn’t seem to like the sex with him anymore. It wasn’t hard to imagine what had changed.

I nibbled at the tip of his massive half boner and felt the blood flooding his vessel.

His soft dick, thick as a beer can, was already pressing against the outside of his hip (It would poke out of his pocket if he had his jeans on still). The waistband was starting to hover over his hairy abdomen, and I used the chance to remove the rest of his underwear.

A horse cock like I had never seen before tumbled out and into my arms. It swung from the side to the middle and hung over his balls.

“See? It’s the usual size. Nothing special,” he said with an honest smile.

“I don’t wanna pop your bubble, but you’ve grown massive where it matters most in the last two weeks, my friend. Your cock has become obscenely huge!”

“Nah, it was always this average. It’s my cock, trust me, I know how big it is,” he said while obviously being delusional about it. His dick was swinging left and right like a wrecking ball. “Now let’s get me hard and then we can talk sizes.”

“Fuck!”

He assisted me and together, we started pleasuring every inch of his. His mushroom head inflated bigger, and the vessels of his cock filled up. The soft piece of flesh was slowly transforming into a hard rock log. The softness was gone and left was a monster cock that looked as ripped as Caleb’s body on stage.

13.5 inches in total; that thing was far bigger than ever expected.

Regan swung his hard cock around and hit me with it. It felt amazing.

“And… you really think you have an average sized cock?” I asked him.

Fully serious, with the monster pressing against his pecs, he said, “It’s a bit over average, but everyone is loosing their mind as if I’m a fucking pornstar legend. The guys at work today too. Making all kinds of stupid comments while I took a piss.”

“You’re probably bigger than all of them.”

“Yeah, but I’m not a fucking stallion, as they say.”

“To me you are!”

We continued our little session and it became only hotter over time. It was then that I realized my true powers. I had underestimated them for several months, but playing with Regan’s impossible 13.5-incher made me curious again. I had asked him to grow his cock, and he started pumping, but soon after that, his dick started getting bigger for real. Somehow my words were targeting their subconsciousness too. Releasing tons of growth hormones at my will… that was the only explanation I could find for the monolith of a cock in front of me.

If all this was true—I thought while Regan came like a fountain, spraying all over his hairy chest—the sky was the limit.

Caleb and the others would continue to put on mass indefinitely.

As Regan put on his clothes again, I had one devilish thing left to say.

“I think you should wear tighter stuff. Like, real form fitting to pronounce that bulge of yours. Also maybe don’t wear anything with sleeves anymore. I’ll tell the others the same.”

“You’re absolutely right!”

He packed his soft 10.5 inches away and continued with his day.

Weeks later it was time for another measuring and vanity session with Caleb. After spending a lot of time with Regan and Trevor (who were growing nicely), it was time to get back to where it all started.

Caleb was getting wider every day. He was so busy with his gym regime and everything happening around that there was hardly any time left for cooking, grocery shopping or most of his friends. These downsides didn’t seem to bother him. He was way too pleased by his relentless progress.

It surprised me to see how good he looked in all his skimpy gym outfits these days. He was rocking 332 pounds of solid mass in 5-inch seams and XL tank tops I would fit in. Bloated from his post gym shake he lay on the couch and dreamed about the things to come. His belly was exposed due to the short tank top, the straps of it pushed to the side by his enormous chest, and the tent in his shorts looked well promising too.

He saw me coming into the living room.

“Hey Kyle, there’s something I wanted to show you. I really don’t know who else to talk to about this.”

He sounded slightly worried. I put my school stuff down and went over. Up close he looked even more impressive. His last shave was a week or two ago and the hair was coming back on his chest—far less than what Regan was able to grow. The veins on his arms were developing nicely and the sheer size of his strong forearms made me weak. It was a hard fight; all I wanted to do was pressing my head between his pecs. The Valley was deepening with every push workout of his. But that adventure had to wait. I let him speak first.

“What is it?”

“I don’t know if you ever heard of something like this, but lately… I’ve been horny. Way more than I’m used to.”

“What do you mean?”

Of course I knew what would happen now. I was the one who orchestrated it. But seeing it play out in front of you was a whole nother pleasure.

“I started wearing these all day.”

He lifted and lowered the waistband of his tiny shorts and revealed the half hard six-incher below his trimmed bush. I almost gasped. He was wearing a condom, nice and tight, and it was already filled to the size of an egg. The content was clear and I guessed it for precum.

“My balls are out of control,” he said, biting his lip.

“Is it because of their size? I Haven’t seen them in a while but your bulge looks full.”

“No matter how many steroids I take they don’t swell down one bit.”

He almost sounded desperate, as if roids were only there to bring the size of his nuts under control.

“I think I’ve never seen bigger ones. Even Regan and Travor are way behind yours in that department.”

“Not only in that one,” he scoffed and flexed for me. Right then, his cock jumped up a little and another stream of hot pre shot into the bag.

“Fuck!” His breath was unsteady.

“So the mention of your size is enough to make you this wet?”

“Mhh, yeah. So big. You don’t know how good this feels.”

He was steel hard by then. The cock between his pumped hams started filling the condom even further. He looked down, his eyebrows lifted.

“I’m wasting three condoms a day. Back in the gym I was practicing my flexing routine and… I almost came seeing myself in the mirrors. I’m so horny for myself. I’m so fucking hot, getting bigger and thicker.”

“Fuck, I can see that.”

The condom was filling up quicker now. The tip was as big as an apple now and still swelling. I held it for a moment and enjoyed the feeling of fluids streaming in heavily. Caleb had become a real shooter, a bodybuilder-cum factory. The little latex bubble in my hand became rounder and heavier.

The look on Caleb’s face changed. He closed his eyes, bit his lip and came closer, pressing the full condom against my chest, his dick almost touching my lips.

“I think you need to help me change it again,” he begged me.

“Have you become too big to do it yourself?”

“Don’t!” He warned me, but I could already see the balloon attached to his penis filling up further. Talking about his size was enough to drive him crazy.

“Your balls will only become bigger, Caleb. They’ll produce more and more bodybuilder-cum. I think your muscles will become even fatter and bigger from it.”

“Nghh, please… so… horny!”

“You want me to touch it?”

I grabbed his latex cock, and a single rub was enough to make the giant shake. He was melting in my hands.

Fuck this feels intense!”

“You edged yourself so hard by looking at your own mass. Every touch becomes a test of how long you’ll be able to control yourself.”

“Help me.”

“You’ve grown into the massive himbo you always wanted to be. Too big to change your clothes. Only flexing all day. Seeing yourself become immobile.”

While saying this, I rubbed his dick very slowly from tip to root. I was afraid that a single hard jerk would make him cum immediately. I wanted to make him cum with words.

“Your ballooning chest is filling up, getting bigger every day, blocking your view…”

“Yes…”

“Your arms and legs collide with the rest of your body, while you become unable to move properly.”

“Mhhhhhhh, yessss…”

“You and your balls flexing in the gym, leaving a pool of pre behind. The guys there are standing in line to make you cum.”

He began to shake and the first hints of cum fogged the clear pre in the balloon in my hands. He was leaking already. The condom had grown to the size of a Halloween pumpkin after another minute.

“500 pounds start to feel small. 600 will come and go as you continue to grow. You won’t fit into clothes anymore. Covering your mass won’t be necessary anymore. Your bodybuilder balls will hit the ground once you reach 700 pounds. You’ll be as wide as you’ll be tall. Your pecs will block your view and you’ll be engulfed by mass completely.”

“Kyle, fuck! Stop, I… I cannot hold it back. Fuuuuuck!”

The condom got deformed by the blast of cum he ejected. The latex bubble grew rapidly and he continued to shoot more and more. He groaned and screamed and sweated like a maniac.

“So big. So much Mass. So much cum.”

The condom ripped and multiple gallons of hot white goo exploded right in front of me. It sounded like someone magically brought a waterfall to Caleb’s room for just a second or two. I was drenched in cum. The whole floor was covered.

Caleb stood in front of me, his mouth open and breathing heavily.

“Fuck… finally empty.”

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