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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.”
“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.
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.
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.”
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.
“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?”
“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?”
“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-size 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.
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.”
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 losing 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 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 Trevor are way behind yours in that department.”
“That’s not the only one,” he scoffed and flexed for me. Right then, his cock jumped up a little and another stream of hot pre shot into the latex.
“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.”
“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.”
“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…”
“Your arms and legs collide with the rest of your body, while you become unable to move properly.”
“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 deformed from 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.
The boys invited me to their gym one day. I had told them to train their asses off without putting any sweat into it myself, so I was quite surprised to get this message from Trevor. Usually, they come home around seven, pumped and driven by heat, some of them in need of a good jerk-off session. Caleb needed one almost every time now, the other guys were more frugal.
I arrived with nothing but my phone and keys. I had thought about bringing sports clothes, but nothing could make me join them in their sweaty mess. I was an admirer, not an archiver, in that sense.
I spotted Trevor before anyone else. His huge frame stood out from all the machines and people around him, his hulking frame a sight to behold. He saw me and came closer with a cocky smile until his 6’6’’ body stood right before me. I was at eye level with his collar bones and wondered how fast he was growing. He was bigger than last week.
“Ah, you’re here pencil-neck,” Trevor greeted me. He said it without spite, and I didn’t take any offense. Sometimes the old Trevor shone through, but it was still a hundred times better than the months before I received my powers.
“What’s up? Why did I need to come.”
Trevor lowered the dumbbells in his hands again and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
“Something’s going on with Caleb. Regan told me to write to you.”
“Where are they?”
“I don’t know; I haven’t seen them in a while.”
He widened his stance and got behind the barbell, ready for some RDLs. He gave his shorts a little lift to make room for the upcoming movement, and I could see his loose bulge shining through. I was impressed.
“Okay, I will look for them then.”
“Much luck,” he pressed through his clenched teeth, the weight pulling down his arms.
The locker room felt like a ghost town. The only presence there were the buzzing neon lights at the ceiling and the smell of wood and oil coming from the saunas in the back. Then I heard a low grunt and followed the noise to the shower stalls.
“Regan? Caleb? You here?”
The first answer I got was silence. Then I could hear some heavy bodies moving within one of the stalls.
“Kyle? Is that you?”
Reagan’s voice echoed between the naked walls. One of the doors opened, and his friendly bearded face appeared in the gap. He was red, sweaty, and winded.
“So nice to see you.”
“Hi—What’s going on? Why did I need to come?
Regan looked over his shoulder as if to check if he could speak openly without anyone eavesdropping. Then he left his hideout and brought his whole astonishing frame into the picture. He was fully naked but walked as if he wasn’t aware of that fact. His pumped magnificence and hairiness never looked better. He was sex and two legs, not only because of his horse cock swinging around. Fuck, it looked even bigger than last time. It hung so low and full that I was sure he had grown again without even noticing it. He could hypnotize me with that pendulum anytime.
He walked over to the sinks and threw cold water into his face. The rest trickled from his thick beard onto his protruding pecs. He dried his hands on his abs. As he walked back, I could hear his penis smashing against his thighs. I noticed how hard his simple presence made me. I was tenting my shorts.
He flicked his hair out of his face.
“Caleb’s gotten pretty horny while working out tonight. I wasn’t able to calm him down yet. He has been in this dream state for quite a while now. And he’s leaking all the damn time. We had to clean up a lot of puddles in the weight lifting area.”
It was hard to focus on his words. A drop had fallen from his beard onto his pecs where it ran down to his dick. It followed the full length and tickled Regan with every inch it moved until it dropped from its tip. His cock twitched when he began to talk again.
“I honestly don’t know what to do with him. If anything, it’s getting worse.”
“What did you do? Is he in there?” I pointed at the stall.
“Yep. I…well, I tried to jack Caleb off, bring him some release, but it seemed to have made him even hornier…if that’s possible.”
He sounded a little awkward saying this with a goofy smile, but simultaneously, I could see the veins on his monster become clearer. He was horny too.
“I think it was a good idea to get me.”
On my way to the stall, I thought about what I said to Caleb that made him this horny, but I couldn’t remember all the blurry details from the previous weeks. What if I had told him something that caused him to become this super horny bodybuilder he was now?
This wasn’t the first time something like that happened. After Caleb had shown me his solution to leaking pre all the time (remember the condoms?), his horniness had become a steady companion. No matter what we did (from enjoying dinner together as a group to watching a movie on the couch together), at one point, he would start to buck his hips, flex his arms, breathe heavier, and marvel at his own sight. This was most often followed by a barely audible “fuck” fleeing from his mouth.
I usually took him to his room then, after giving Trevor and Regan a made-up reason, fixed the problem in private.
Regan was right, though. All Caleb needed in these situations was someone who knew how to push his buttons. And I was the inventor of all his buttons.
I entered the stall and found Caleb there in all his glory. He was sitting on a little bench close to the shower, his skin glowing, his chest heaving, his legs spread apart, and bumping into the wall on the other side. He was pent up and horny as always. For a second, he looked down at his body, flexed his massive meaty thighs until the strong cords of muscles became visible and almost ripped through his skin. He let go and let his head sink against the wall again.
“Fuck, so hard. God help me.”
I came closer. He was so caught up in his dream that he didn’t hear or see me entering.
Caleb’s grip around his seat grew tighter suddenly. He bit his lip and flexed his abdomen. The thick wall of abs contracted and what followed was a deep breath in and out. Then I could hear the trickle and I saw the puddle under his bench.
“Mhh, so big,” he continued whispering and he was right. By now he must have weighed over 340 pounds—something I haven’t seen before. In fat, yes, but not in muscle mass.
He was still wearing his underwear, I could see now, but it was under a lot of stress and soaked with different kinds of liquids. His cock was peeking out of the waistband, constantly leaking and pulsing. His balls, meanwhile, filled the pouch twice basically. They were seconds away from ripping his jock into pieces. Everything he flexed his bottom, you could hear the little tears in his jock growing bigger.
“Damn, boy. Look at these balls,” I said, my mouth wide open.
He wasn’t really listening. He looked down and pressed his chin against his pecs. Caleb licked his lips and cupped his chest with both hands. The heavy muscle slabs over-filled his hands easily. He was clearly lost in his own body. Being this big was a sensation I couldn’t even start to understand.
After another flex, his jockstrap ripped with a loud snap and his cock and balls were finally free. His balls were so inflated by his built-up cum that they weren’t hanging down anymore. The orange-sized orbs stretched the sack out and laid so tight they pressed his cock upward against his built belly. Of course they were pressing against his enormous legs and every move of his pushed them higher and more forward.
“See what I mean?”
Regan was back, this time in underwear. His huge anaconda casted a big shadow. I had the feeling of dreaming all this again.
“Do you need help with him?” Regan asked me again.
“I don’t think so. This will be over in no time. Just give us a minute.”
“All right, see you outside.”
And with that Regan put his gym shirt back on and he was gone.
Caleb, meanwhile, was gushing pre all over his stomach. I leaned myself forward and rested both my hands on his wide thighs.
“How are you feeling big boy?”
He smiled and dribbled a little.
“Hey Kyle…Good…” and after a big pause he added, “Big!”
“That’s my boy. How much do you weigh now?”
He said it in single digits as if the big number had become too complicated to him.
“That’s so nice to hear.”
I gave his balls a gentle touch (I traced the fine line running along the middle of them with my fingers) and Caleb shivered. He laughed a little, his eyes still closed, his cock leaking more heavily now.
“I think you should stop growing. Just for a little while. Just to get used to it. All the weight can be a bit much, can’t it?”
Breathless, he looked at me. Usually when I gave him a command his eyes turned white for a second before accepting it. But nothing happened. He just looked at me like the horny dog he was.
“Nothing can stop me, Kyle. I’m going to become a god. This body was built to grow.”
I tried to swallow but my mouth was dry. What was going on? Did I lose my powers?
“I think you should get up and take a cold shower.”
His eyes changed colors and he got up immediately. He stomped over to the shower head, turned the ice cold water on, and went under the stream with a loud moan. The water hitting his boiling skin evaporated instantly.
I was still able to command him. But why did he ignore my other wish then?
“Come here,” I said, and greeted his majestic size (covered in goosebumps now) with open arms. I buried my face into his still swollen and pumped balls, my hands holding his bottom—kneading it thoughtfully. My lips played with the tip of his hard cock and I started swallowing his length. My chin pressed against his full nuts. Soon my mouth was filled with pre. I couldn’t believe how much he produced. The cold shower had done nothing to him. If anything his balls looked bigger than before, almost as if he was growing out of spite now.
I was curious and tried hypnotizing Caleb again.
“I think it’s time to take a pause. No need to keep growing; especially your balls.”
He looked at me with his dreamy eyes again but nothing.
“You told me to grow. I just can’t stop now. It’s too good and I’m not finished yet.”
“You won’t stop?”
It was then that I realized that I couldn’t overwrite my own commands. Little ones, everyday actions were no problem, it seemed. But the big wishes, the life altering and forever changing trajectories, they couldn’t be taken back again. This was Pandora’s box, but what came from it turned out to be far more massive than I thought it would be.
And then it dawned on me: The three of them would just continue to grow as I ordered them to. Nothing would stop them.
“This is going to become a problem sooner or later.” I thought to myself.
“What did you say?” Caleb asked while kissing me softly. The gesture was so kind coming from a giant like him that I was immediately horny again.
This was a problem to solve later, now was the time to enjoy it. We still had a lot of time to figure out a fix to this. And with this I meant the god-like body in my hands that didn’t need a fix at all.
I ordered Caleb to sit down again so I could climb on top of him. Face to face, his dick was inside my ass only seconds later. Riding someone as wet as Caleb had its perks. On the other side was the feeling of him filling me up. The sensation of his juices spreading inside me immediately was strange at first but became hotter the longer I rode him. I could actually feel every ounce of pre inside me. A strange sensation that was only spreading further.
“Fuck, you feel so tight, Kyle.”
I had to focus on my breathing in order to not cum immediately. The feeling of his full balls rubbing against my cheeks was amazing.
We held each other tightly. My body almost disappearing in his. In front of me were valleys and hills of muscle mass, his pecs and shoulders, around me were arms with 25-inch biceps and his hands that also looked far more muscular than anything I had seen before.
I started bouncing on his magnificent frame, his cock sliding in and out of me. Even though his length was far from what Regan or Trevor carried around, it was more than enough to drive me wild. I was actually fascinated by his ability to drive me as horny as he was in that moment. There was absolutely no need to inflate his cock. He already had all he needed. His muscles on the other hand…
The two of us continued moaning and dripping in sync.
“You’ll grow for me, won’t you?” I whispered.
“As big as humanly possible.”
“Fuck! You look amazing.”
“I’ll look even better then.”
“Can’t wait for you to grow.”
“Fuck, me neither. I wanna be immobile so bad.”
“Fuck yeah. Surrounded and bound by my own mass. Too big to move. A mountain. I need you to be there then, handle my uncontrollable size.”
“I’ll always be there.”
“Even when I hit the big thousand?”
“Fuck! Caleb, I’m coming!”
A few more grunts and I wasn’t the only one flexing all my muscles at once anymore. Caleb hugged me, crushed me, and I could feel his semen blasting into me with full force.
“It feels like you’re growing inside me. Fuck, that must be so much cum. How can you hold that much back? Fuck!”
He was still holding his breath.
He continued to fuck me as he filled me up, pushing up and down his dick. The stress was finally falling from his shoulders as my belly started bulging out. The warmth spread further. I felt close to coming again. Him coming made me instantly horny for more again.
“You’re filling me up, Caleb.”
“Oh shit, look at your belly!”
It looked like I had swallowed a volleyball. He took his hands and gave my belly a little shake. We could hear his juices sloshing inside.
As I lifted myself up from his body after he was finally finished, I felt pregnant, round and heavy. Semen was still running down his shaft. The floor beneath was covered too.
“Fuck, I’m starving,” Caleb said and looked at me with a happy but dreamy look on his face. His mind seemed to have cleared up by now.
I looked down at my belly and said, “Doesn’t look like I need a big meal for a while.”
Caleb caressed the belly he just gave me with his big hand.
“Can’t believe this was me. My balls tend to be very full these days, hahaha. But I have to say the belly actually suits you.”
“Thanks man. Let’s get out of here. Let’s bring you and the boys to a decent restaurant. Enough gym for today.”
“You cannot eat here looking like that. I’m sorry but you have to go. This is a family restaurant.”
We heard this statement twice before actually finding a restaurant. I did not know if this was a reason to worry or to laugh about. To be fair, the owners were right. The four of us must have looked like the biggest freak show that has ever toured the city.
With my belly swelling down again after we left the gym, I was the only one normal looking, if I might say so.
Caleb was a real life juggernaut. He wore his sleeveless shirt with pride, accentuating his shoulders and pecs even further. The cotton was stretching tight over his abdomen even before we had any food. You couldn’t really see that he was preparing for his next contest looking at his huge turtle shell gut. His balls were still big too. After our session in the locker room they only swole down a little and filled his shorts more than enough. The contour of both spheres was perfectly visible with every step and when he sat down the problem became even more apparent. The 341 pounds tank would encounter some problems with his daily routines very soon.
Trevor, the tallest of us, was another sight to behold. Even though I had the feeling he wasn’t growing as much as the others, he was surely starting to reach forms beyond the imaginable. With his 6’5’’ he started to get all the attention when entering a new restaurant. His pants and shirts started to get a little small, and he had already told me about his shoes getting too tight too. I was excited to see him reach new heights while his body added more muscle mass. Right now he had a strong physique that reminded me of swimmers; a thin waist with wide shoulders to hold onto.
Regan was still the same height, but his muscles began to press out of his clothes. He wasn’t as tall as Trevor or as packed with muscle mass as Caleb, but he had his own point of pride he wasn’t hiding for a single second. After the gym he wore his old jeans again, but for some reason he decided to dump the underwear and go commando. You could obviously see the snake in his pants sneaking down his left leg. Maybe he was outgrowing his underwear and didn’t know what else to wear?
At the restaurant, we found a little booth we had all to ourselves. While Trevor and I scootched in kind of easily, Caleb and Regan just gave us a funny look. I didn’t know if they realized it, but both had rested their big packages on the table, looking at us. I was getting hungry for the packages in front of me.
Suddenly I felt hungrier than I expected before and I could also hear Caleb’s belly roaring loudly.
“I think it’s time for another feast! Haven’t had one in a while.”
“Let’s go all in then!”
Trevor got us someone from service and ordered enough for four families. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was when the staff returned with pitchers full of beer and the first snacks.
“Cheers, guys! Bills on me tonight!”
“Thanks, Trevor! You’re a true hero!”
“Don’t mention it. Better get Caleb full before he starves!”
But that boy was already twenty steps ahead. He emptied the first beer in one go and started munching the snacks afterwards.
When the main courses arrived our table was bending under the pressure of plates. The all American food buffet in front of us was growing by the minute with burgers, fried chicken, fries, some American style pizza, bbq, ribs, and pie.
“I have no idea how we will eat all of this?!”
“Don’t worry, we will help you.”
As a joke Regan took one of the many burgers and put it to my lips. Looking at him, I took a big bite and enjoyed the gesture. All I could think was I could get used to this.
“I think you guys should keep on feeding me until I have enough!” All their eyes flickered and then smiles appeared on all their faces.
“Your wish is our command,” Trevor said and winked.
And so our feast began and the bellies at the table started to grow. While all of us enjoyed heavy bites of everything, I found myself being fed by the three of them again and again. They complimented me throughout the night and it sounded like they enjoyed filling me up.
Soon I was full to the brim and I heavily enjoyed the feeling of being so stuffed. Partly because of the good food, partly because I surprisingly found myself loving the process of being fed by my roommates. I never commanded them to stop.
In between I just had to motivate them to go a little further.
“I think you should keep on stuffing. Even when you’re full!”
And so they did.
In front of Caleb empty plates started to rise higher and higher. The same could be said for his shirt, the bottom rising up, exposing his enormous gut all the way to his belly button. He was short of breath but kept on eating. I saw his balls pressing against the table at one point, they seem to take the caloric intake very well.
Regan on the other side of me was sporting a raging hardon in his jeans while indulging in his last desert. The stuffing process looked to be a huge turn-on for him too. Even he was growing a belly now and I couldn’t stop myself from giving it a gentle pet.
He immediately started stuffing me again, as if he had forgotten my presence next to him for a second. He really meant it. I never had been this full in my whole life. I could feel the tightness of my shirt and pants, and wondered how the others were holding themself together.
Caleb looked huge, almost pregnant with all the food he just destroyed. Trevor and Regan haven’t eaten as much as him but enough for four grown men still.
“I think all the food in your bodies makes you guys pretty horny, doesn’t it?”
It wouldn’t have been necessary, but I wanted them to enjoy the night to the full extent. My command entered their minds.
“Fuck,” they whispered in unison. They suddenly felt the horniness rise within them. Caleb started leaking immediately, while the other two got bigger hardons.
“I think we should go home asap!”
Stuffed and round, the four of us hardly made it home in one piece. Caleb’s whole outfit was left in shreds and he had to hold his full belly on the way to the car, while his balls jiggled with every step. The sound of his sloshing body followed us with each step.
There were people shouting at us in the streets, but Trevor just told them to fuck off. Luckily there were no cops around and the car was relatively close to the restaurant.
As soon as the car doors closed, I started the engine and drove us home. Regan was so horny after dinner, that he opened my pants and began giving me head without any words from me. I could see his hardon sneaking down his pants while doing so. I was so busy driving and getting sucked by this hunk that I didn’t even pay attention to what Caleb and Trevor did on the backseat. In the rear mirror I could just make out two shapes almost merging with one another.
Back home, I commanded them to my room, undressed, and ready to fuck. The sex pile we created on top of my kingsize was unheard of. We were in heaven and the night became a blur.
Caressing Caleb’s bloated muscle gut, feeling Regan’s guns, rubbing myself against Trevor’s cock and abs, being crushed by 350-pound Caleb, enjoying Regan’s hairy pits and Trevor’s amazing butt, pec-fucking Caleb, Trevor and Regan one after the other, letting Caleb fill us all up, inflating my belly further, Regan hitting me with his horse cock, Trevor deepthroating me like a true pro, Caleb flexing for us and letting us fuck him again and again and again because his big body was never satisfied nor empty.
We laid together when the sun started flooding the room again. I couldn’t tell which arm and leg was which. It felt like one body being controlled by all of us at once. It was a dream that was only getting better.
I was giving Caleb his weekly body hair trim when Trevor entered the room.
“Sorry, do you have a minute, Kyle?”
I finished the last spot left on Caleb’s left muscle tit and blew away the remaining hair. As a little I’m finished with you gesture, I gave his nipple a little pinch and Caleb started to laugh. The 350 pounds giant raised from his stool while he puffed his chest out.
“Stop it, don’t make me horny! I want to go to the gym!”
“All right, all right.” I finally turned to Trevor. “What’s up?”
He didn’t need to say anything. I instantly saw what the problem was.
In the last couple of months, Trevor had gone through one of the hottest transformations of the three, and just like Regan he was almost painfully unaware of his progress. Trevor was standing in the doorframe trying to find some words for his dilemma—while his head was reaching beyond the frame itself! I looked up to him, the wide muscled chest right in front of me, ready to be touched.
“Seems like most of my stuff shrunk in the wash. I’m going to sue these fuckers from the salon.”
To underline his words he looked down and pointed at his ankles. His pants were multiple inches too short, while his wrists were also showing too much length.
“I just bought this suit and they ruined it!” Trevor complained again. Then he found his temper. “Anyway, I wanted to ask you for your tailor. The suit you wore at your sister’s wedding last year looked nice. I wanted to give it a try.”
“Sure! Mind if I join you?”
He looked a little confused at first but then he waved me to follow him.
It was hard to guess how aware Trevor was of his gigantic body size. Everything he interacted with started to look like a comically small copy of a real life object. Every door knob, coffee cup, key and phone just disappeared in his huge hands. Personally I wouldn’t be surprised if basketball coaches would soon start spotting him in the streets!
On the way to his car I asked him how tall he was again. Surely the tailor would need that number.
“6 foot 10…maybe even 11. It’s been a while since I last measured.”
“I could swear you’re even taller than that.”
“Nahh, I don’t think so.”
While saying that, he started folding his body into his car. Under some pain he found a more or less comfortable seat.
“Fuck, with this year’s bonus I’ll definitely invest in a new car. This is bullshit,” he said, pulling the door closed.
I was just thinking that until then he would be so tall and muscular that even the biggest SUV on the market would look like a toy car next to him.
“Everything all right?” he asked me.
I was just struggling to keep my erection under control.
“I think I need to let off some steam before we go there,” I said with little hesitation. “And I think you do too.”
His eyes went blank for a millisecond then he pushed his body back as far as he could (not very far), and started to open his pants. I started to help him.
“Let me do that.”
“Be my guest.”
Trevor wasn’t as big as Regan between his legs, but that was hardly possible even if he tried. He was bigger than 99% of men, still. After freeing his beast I had his nine-incher directly in front of me.
“Big everywhere,” I whispered and went to work.
I felt his huge hands pressing me down on his cock. I was trapped between his massive frame and the steering wheel. Inch after inch wandered down my throat until the sensation made both of us cum.
Thirty minutes later we entered the store. Trevor had to duck through the entrance, and the wide man behind the counter who had the most British face you can imagine actually looked a little scared seeing this giant enter his business. Despite that, he went to work immediately.
After getting him into a test shirt and a pair of trousers to adjust the size with needles you could already see how much weight and pure size Trevor had accumulated over the last couple of months. His pecs looked nice in a good shirt and because he was wearing boxers today I could see the snake in his pants quite clearly too. I wondered if the tailor had noticed this too.
The telephone in the front of the store rang, the tailor excused himself for a second, as I stepped closer to Trevor. I wanted to try something
“Looking good already.”
“Thanks man. I hope the final cut will be a little looser than these pinned measurements.”
“Why? Can you feel it shrinking on you already? Like all of your clothes?!” I said seductively.
“Hahaha, nah, not yet at least.”
He took another look in the mirror, turned left and right, and took a closer look at his amazing bubble butt.
“Well, I think you should grow some more. Here and now.”
The room fell silent. Even the voice of the service guy coming from the other room disappeared. And then you could hear the material stretching, and Trevor moaning.
“You’re right, maybe. This is tighter than I thought, fuck.”
His test outfit lost a few needles as his frame reacted instantly to my command. I couldn’t believe it. His pecs inflated, his back grew wider, and his spine elongated until he was another two inches bigger than before. With wider arms and legs his clothes looked ridiculous again already. He flexed and it rained a couple more pins used to fixate his measurements.
Instinctively, Trevor bent down so I could whisper more commands into his ear. His face looked dreamy, he was caught in the process.
“I think your feet should be three to four sizes bigger. Can you do that for me?!”
He clenched his teeth, and we both watched his feet surge in size, ripping apart the socks that had been a few sizes too small already. They grew unproportionally big, with big ass toes pushing deep into the soft carpet of the studio.
“Fuck, my socks just gave up. It was my last pair.”
“We will buy you some new ones. Bigger this time.”
“I think they were just old.”
I loved how unaware he was about his gains. The fact that he had one of the biggest bodies in the country would soon cause some (hot) problems.
When the tailor came back he stood in the door frame for a few seconds before coming in. I could see that he wasn’t quite sure what happened in his absence.
He picked up the needles from the ground but the shirt couldn’t be pinned anymore. It was too tight on Trevor already.
“I have to see if we have clothes big enough for you…sorry for that. I swear this one was fitting when I gave it to you.”
“He’s a big boy,” I said in a naive tone.
“For sure! The tallest customer we ever had! Let me get something else to try on.”
Before he disappeared again I could see that the tailor’s head wasn’t even reaching up to the giant’s collarbones anymore. As he went out of the room again, running this time, Trevor pulled his pants down. It was hard, because of their tightness but he managed it.
“Oh fuck, what is this shit?”
I didn’t know what he meant at first but then I saw it too. His cock was hanging out of the bottom of his boxers. He shook his hips and his cock dangled left and right accordingly.
“I need some real men’s underwear too, it seems.”
He gave his dick a tuck but the problem only became worse as it started inflating with blood and lust.
“Fuck…” he murmured.
“Are you serious?! He’ll be back in a sec! You cannot get hard now,” I said, almost laughing.
“I’m fucking horny man. No idea what’s going on!”
“Then cum and get it over with.”
Shit, I forgot the phrase.
“I mean I think you should cum now. Instantly!”
His eyes closed and reopened. Then his whole body started to tremble. You could see the sweat starting to shimmer on his skin, as his cock grew to full mast in a matter of seconds. It almost felt like he received the best handjob in existence…but from a ghost. His breath became unsteady and after a few more hip thrusts:
His cock, still caught in his boxers, started spraying the ground. 12 impressive shots and he was still dripping like crazy. I got some paper towels and started to clean. Even his legs were covered impressively.
Exhausted but happy, Trevor found his position again. He pulled his boxers a little lower to hide the tip of his now soft cock, and not one second too early.
“I think I found something your size!” Said the tailor entering the room again.
“Great,” we both said as if nothing happened.
“They are here! Not one second too early!”
I found Caleb chilling in our living room, half sitting, half lying, a box of rice and steamed vegetables resting on his chest only centimeters away from his mouth. He was very busy inhaling as much clean food as possible these days, which had him in the best form of his life.
“Whatshee?” he asked with his mouth full.
“Your new posers!”
His eyes lit up. He swallowed his last big bite, pushing the third meal of the day down into his full belly.
“I didn’t know you ordered them for me! Thanks man! I was so busy giving it my all in the gym that I forgot about the actual contest.”
He lifted his tremendous weight from the couch and joined me at the kitchen table. At that moment I didn’t have any eyes for the box in my hands. I was fully focused on Caleb and the incredible transformation he went through in the last couple of months.
After the Vegas show that changed my life forever, Caleb had started to grow. The heavier he became, the more he wanted to gain, and the closer we two grew together as a team. Buying new posers for him was only one of many little gestures by me and the boys—it takes a village to grow a man, it seems. And so we helped him with food, drives to the gym, massages and stuff like that.
Still, it had become quite hard to describe quite how massive Caleb had been growing in the last few weeks. To keep everyone guessing, Caleb had started wearing the most oversized clothes on the market, but they weren’t big enough to hide the almost 100 pounds he had gained since his last championship a year ago. Caleb has gotten multiple inches wider, thicker, fuller (and hairier but I was taking care of that) everywhere! I loved the oversized shirts and baggy pants on him even though at this point he wasn’t really wearing them by choice. He started outgrowing everything he owned after Vegas. Going 5XL was the only option. For now at least.
Shuffling his tremendous weight over to the counter did not look like an easy task anymore. Between his legs I saw a precum spot from when he was eating. I knew that feeling his belly swell with food made him horny and so I wasn’t surprised to see the big fat bulge in his sweats crowned with a wet spot. He actually rested his heavy bodybuilder balls, as he likes to call them, onto a nearby stool (He just grabbed his sack through the fabric of his sweats and pulled them up. They hit the wood with a little thud.) while I unpacked the variety of briefs.
“What do you have for me?”
I pulled the tiniest poser from the package. I bought them as a joke (maybe even for myself), and seeing them made Caleb crack up.
“Dude, these wouldn’t even fit the old me. I think one of my legs is wider than the waistband of that tiny thing…not even talking about my balls here.”
“I’m just shitting with you, big guy.”
He smiled. He loved being called big. It was his favorite thing in the whole world. You could see him blush a little, trying to hide his quirky smile.
Next came some posers more appropriate for a man his size. He held one of them in front of him at mutant arm’s length and it became clear how much more fabric they carried compared to the underwear the other bodybuilders would wear on stage.
“Where did you find these? They are massive!”
“Some kinky sides sell them for people with injections or guys stuffing their pants. One or two are even custom made because it was hard to tell your true size,” I said with a sly smile.
“Custom made? Have I gotten that huge?” He winked.
I knew that he wanted me to say it. Caleb knew how incredible he looked, but it was always nice to hear it.
“You’ll be the biggest on stage by a lot, man! They are not ready for you to be honest. And for these, maybe…”
In my hands I held a fire red poser that had a little glittering effect, almost like latex. You could immediately see that the pouch was three times bigger than usual. And I was still worried if they would fit him. He was probably growing bigger while we spoke then and there.
“Unf, these are nice!” Caleb said.
“Time for a little posing?”
“Yeah! But first, I have to show you something.”
He put the posers on the table and started to remove his big ass shirt. After a few seconds I started to help him because the fabric got stuck along his meaty delts. The temperature in the room rose a few degrees when I laid eyes upon him. I didn’t know what to say. He was even bigger than I imagined. His progress has been incredible in the last two weeks; he was becoming bigger than the most massive freaks I’ve seen online. I was so here for it!
“Like my new size?” he said and flexed his pecs for me. But these weren’t just big pecs anymore. Caleb could call himself the owner of the biggest muscle tits I had ever seen in my life! His puffy nipples pointed down, almost touching his turtle gut. Each side of his chest had become a meaty sphere of majestic proportions, pillows that begged you to put your head in between them. As Caleb flexed you could hear his big muscle cords under the skin contract and soften again, that’s how huge they had become. He flexed them again, made them jump just for me while pushing his hands in his hip, and they slapped against his upper body with each move.
His shirt dropped to the ground in the process. After flexing (and almost hypnotizing me with his bulbous chest muscles) he bent down to grab it and all of his mass started colliding. In the end he couldn’t see the floor anymore because his view was blocked by his pecs. He took a step back, bent forward a little further and his muscle tits actually started to hang and swing in front of me. I could already see myself being pinned down by him later on, his big pecs burying me forever.
I finally helped him pick up his shirt with a single swift motion.
“Thanks man,” he said with a coy laugh.
“Every time I see you…you are bigger and hotter still.”
The muscle head’s laugh became more natural and he gladly continued to flex. The wet spot in his pants grew bigger. I couldn’t wait to explore the damage done by my words.
Something else I hadn’t noticed before became more apparent now: his traps had started to swallow his neck which gave him an overall rounder look than ever before. He flexed his back, shoved his head into his neck and his traps actually started pushing against his ears, bending them forward. His mouth stood wide open, veins pulsing along his bull neck.
“I’ve learned a new trick it seems. I bet I’m the only bodybuilder able to do that,” Caleb said with a goofy smile. He was so proud of his muscle slowly taking over. Another squeeze of his neck and his ears started to move back and forth.
He looked down to flex his gut for me and his chin squeezed tightly between the slabs of meat he called his chest. I used my hands to push Caleb’s pecs into his own face and he giggled. The weight of them was tremendous; like two massive balloons filled with something thick and heavy.
“Feeling up my chest, I came three times in the gym last night. It was insane. Only thing growing faster is my ass.” Caleb’s breathing became more laborious.
“Fucking show me.”
He turned around for me and lowered his sweats slowly. I think he wasn’t actually able to do it faster than that.
He revealed the most beautiful butt in existence. Two stunning fuzzy globes reminding me of peaches. His ass was so big that it actually reached a few inches beyond his back, building a shelf you could rest weights on. He must have outgrown most chairs by now. His butt would just eat them whole. On our next trip to the cinema we would need three seats.
I helped him step out of his sweats and followed the contour of his bottom with my hands. Soon they would reach the size of gym balls, and I was so ready for that.
“Guy at the gym said I must have gotten a BBL.”
“Looks more like three to me! Your ass is amazing Caleb. I hope we have posers big enough for this rack.”
“Mhhh, I sure hope so,” he answered but it also sounded like he would enjoy being too big for everything I had ordered.
“Fuck sorry, but let me get out of these too, real quick.”
I had to free my cock. It had been pressing against the zipper of my jeans for multiple minutes now, eager to come out.
Caleb looked over his shoulder (as good as he could) and watched me get naked.
“You’re wet already,” he suggested. “Like what you see?”
And with that he pressed his prodigious bubble butt against my raging hardon. I couldn’t breathe anymore. His cheeks surrounded my boner, swallowed it fully until I could feel his hole against my tip. Before I could shove my tip in and finish in seconds he had more to show.
“Maybe we’ll have to order some more posers in preparation for the season.”
I went to my knees automatically. My legs could not carry my weight any longer.
“What makes you think that?”
Caleb answered by turning around and gracing me with the sight of his loaded canon and uber full sack. Between his jacked thighs, one bigger around than my whole body and both ripe with veins, swung the heaviest set of testicles I had ever seen. To say he had grown was an understatement. His balls had doubled in size, growing from weighty oranges to cantaloupe-size and beyond. Unnecessary to say that he was leaking already; a steady stream of white running down his pulsing shaft and dripping from there.
“What do you say? Do you think this new weight suits me?”
“Caleb, I honestly don’t know what to say except that you’re the biggest freak on earth.”
He heard it the way I intended it: as a huge compliment only he could understand. His six-incher reacted accordingly and started shooting a few volleys of pre. With a moaning sound he stumbled closer to me and asked, “You think so? I have trained even harder, injected more, ate more … all for the pleasure of growth.”
“You are amazing, Caleb.”
“Touch me. Feel the weight. I want you to see how big I’ve become. My bodybuilder balls are so round and full. I haven’t cum all day.”
Maybe I had never been this horny in my life before, so I wasn’t surprised by the words tumbling out of my mouth that evening. I hadn’t hypnotized Caleb in a while.
“I think I don’t want you to be able to cum for the next hour. Instead your balls will swell bigger and you will become even hornier…temporarily.”
His eyes started to glow and one second later my words became true. I started jerking him, his big roid belly inflating and deflating above me.
“Caleb, what would you say if your balls became even bigger?”
“Yes, so big.”
“Like, big enough to bury your competition on stage next week.”
“Filled with enough cum for an army of men and so big that going naked was the only option.”
“More, tell me more…”
His body was shuddering, eyes closed, pinching his big nipples.
“We would need to milk you ten times a day in order to keep you mobile and ready for training. Meanwhile your body will be flooded with so much testosterone that you’ll start living in a fog of pleasure and growth.”
I could see his hips starting to flex together with his painfully hard dick but nothing happened. Instead his balls began to drop lower. He put my hands around his stretched out sack and enjoyed the view. He was growing for real.
“What’s happening? Why can’t I cum? I need to cum!”
Fuck, I thought, did I really say hour? We have so much time left until the command lifts its stranglehold and he’s already going crazy.
“Kyle, help me! I’m so full!” he said while cupping his sack. The growth had stopped and left him with bowling balls in his hands. His erection must have become even more unbearable now, the thickness of his cock was increasing while his body tried pushing more blood into his vessels to finally make him cum.
Caleb started flexing again while I grabbed the biggest posers available. I just had to see them in action. One leg after the other be stepped into them, watching me over his pecs.
“What are you doing? They’ll never fit. Too big!”
Horny Caleb was back, the hormones have taken over his brain once again. The stretch marks along his body almost seemed to glow in the light of day.
A few more tugs and Caleb’s balls were ready to be packed. He lifted his balls for me and I brought the pouch in position. With a loud snap the waistband flew into position.
“Holy damn,” was the only thing I was able to say after seeing his package. I had ordered a variety of posers and he was already wearing the biggest of them. A custom made model. His balls were peeking out on each side, his cock not even touching the waistband but sticking out above, unable to shoot its load.
“Fuck, that was the biggest already.”
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!“ Caleb screamed and his balls ripped right through the underwear around him. His cock was pumping like crazy but nothing happened. His balls kept flooding bigger with cum.
He let his tremendous weight fall on the couch, his sack hitting his upper body like a wave.
“Over…” he mumbled and I climbed on top of him.
His pulsing bodybuilder balls between us continued to swell while I rubbed my cock against them carefully.
“Over 400 pounds now. I can feel it. I can finally feel it!”
And then it dawned on me. With his balls growing, he had hit the biggest milestone yet. Weighing over 400 pounds. He had become the biggest muscle man alive.
“I’m cumming again!” Caleb shouted, but he was wrong. Instead his posers started burying their straps into his swelling nut sack while they continued to grow. Little tears appeared along the seams and I could hear the fabric ripping in more places at once. Threads became visible as his balls surged fatter with power until, snap, the destroyed posers were flying off his package.
I could see stretch marks starting to bloom all over his sack. His balls were becoming too big for their prison. Caleb needed to cum now.
I found hold on his pecs and we started to kiss passionately. Caleb was groaning without a pause and instead of growth spurts his balls kept growing continuously.
“Balls so big. I’m losing control,” Caleb whispered.
“You’re so massive. They are even bigger than basketballs already. So fucking hot. Such a stud!”
“Kiss me more.”
And I did.
When the hour was almost over, he must have cum almost a hundred times, pushing his balls from the size of oranges to prize-winning pumpkins. Unimaginably big and heavy, his skin tight like a drum.
I was so busy making out with Caleb that I didn’t realize his cock had been inside my ass for a moment now. Seconds before he was finally able to cum, his cock started leaking again. That’s when I realized.
“Mh, Caleb? I don’t know if that’s a good idea?”
I stopped humping but he just continued to use me like a human-sized flashlight.
“Mhhh fuck, Caleb?”
“Get ready Kyle! I think it’s finally happening!!”
He was almost shouting, his whole body shaking. Caleb threw his head back, spread his massive arms (his meaty triceps hanging down by their sheer mass), and let go off my body.
I looked down and saw my stomach bulging. I put my hand on the roundness of my belly and felt Caleb filling me up in real time.
“Fuck, I feel like a balloon!” I said while his balls emptied a hundred loads into me. The stream was actually audible and as I continued to grind his cock, my belly began to slosh.
Suddenly it was my body’s turn to develop stretch marks as he filled me up endlessly. In the last minute of it all, he grabbed me by my arms again with his big hands.
“Fuck, the spurts start to feel bigger and bigger! I can feel my balls shrinking!”
“Don’t worry. You’ll still be massive.”
“And so will you!”
Caleb was right. My belly looked enormous! It had gotten so big that you could see its roundness from behind, surely. Caleb had given me a ball gut within mere minutes of cumming. I looked way bigger than last time.
Soon we were both lying on the couch, Caleb patting my big belly, me playing with his regular (but still overly huge) balls.
“If we aren’t careful, you’ll be fat in no time.”
“I don’t think you can fatten me up with just cum.”
“Tell that to your belly, big boy.”
“Look who’s talking.”
“Don’t get me started again.”
“By the way, back in your horny state you said something. About finally being over 400 pounds.”
“Yeah, I wanted to tell you before but our little session here came between us. It’s so weird, though. It felt so good, so amazing, but my mind is also foggy at the moment. I had this intense fantasy of my balls becoming incredibly huge while we made out.”
The hypnosis was wearing off. His words started to come out clearer again. Caleb also started touching my bigger belly with a hint of confusion now as if he couldn’t remember the role he played in the creation of it.
“I think it was just a little dream.”
“Yeah, you’re right. But it felt incredible to be honest. Like I never had such an incredible time with someone before.”
“Me fucking too, Caleb.”
At that moment I thought about giving him another command. I thought about making him fall in love with me forever. It wasn’t necessary. He was already looking at me like no one ever before.
“I think I’m falling in love with you, Kyle.”
“I love you. You’re such an amazing and ever changing force in my life. I never want us to stop doing this. Be us and be together.”
“Honestly, I was so nervous to tell you this. Ever since I’m growing way stronger than before, people have started treating me differently. You too, but for the better! I have the strange feeling that you’re the only one who understands what’s going on inside me. Who loves me for the person I want to become. Every day is starting to feel better than the day before. And that’s because of you.”
Our cocks were hard again and fighting for space in between us. I couldn’t believe that this was the way Caleb was feeling for me.
I told him again that I loved him too, even more with every day passing.
After another round of sex we finally made it back into the kitchen. My belly was resting on the counter, gurgling loudly.
“Okay, maybe it’s time to find a pair of underwear for you. You need to be ready for the big stage next week.”
The big guy in front of me gifted me with the biggest smile in the whole universe.
“Can’t wait to blow them all away.”
I was just enjoying a lazy TV afternoon on the couch with Caleb, when Regan came home from work. He was wearing his new signature style: a sleeveless shirt to show off his growing guns and pits, a pair of loose jeans for some extra room and a cap to keep his hair out of the way at the construction site. It was a hot day outside and you could see that his shirt was pretty soaked from eight hours of hard labor.
“Hey guys, what are you up to?”
“Just binging some bullshit.”
“Great … mh, Kyle? Could you help me with something real quick?”
Regan went ahead and I followed him right after giving Caleb a little kiss.
Right behind him, I could get a nice look on his ass. It wasn’t as big as Trevor’s or Caleb’s but still a sight worth the watch for sure. The tool belt he was wearing tightly around his hips bounced loud and heavy with each step. You could hear nuts tinkle inside.
Regan led me to our bathroom and closed the door behind me.
“I have to talk to you about something… weird,” he said. “It’s probably nothing but still.”
I found a seat on our bathtub and tried to figure out where this was going. Because of the time I spent with Trevor and Caleb the last few days (maybe even weeks?) I hadn’t been together with Regan one on one very much.
I had an inkling of where this was going, because my eyes had found the protruding bulge peeking out under his tool belt. The zipper was definitely working overtime on Reagan’s package. Damn, maybe I should have kept an eye out for him instead of just ordering his cock to grow indefinitely. The last time we talked he was still unaware of his growth…a fact I also played a little part in, I had to admit.
“What is it?” I asked as innocently as possible.
“My…my dick. My best mate came up to me at work today and told me that I should probably see a doctor or something. He said this can’t be normal.”
“How does he know?”
“I mean we’re working together pretty closely and go to the gym once in a while too. We know each other’s build.”
“And…is he right?”
“I don’t think so…I mean, shit, I don’t know? When he told me it sounded serious, almost concerned. But I still think he’s just imagining things to be honest. I mean he’s almost always commenting on my size. The comments just have become a bit more extreme that’s all.”
“You’ve always been packing, everyone knows that.”
Regan smiled hearing this but he was also starting to get a little coy about it.
“I mean, yeah, it’s big but not as huge as everyone paints it to be.”
I started to wonder where this defense mechanism came from. Before I hypnotized him months ago, Regan was bragging with his huge member on a daily basis. He liked showing it off, maybe even too much. Perhaps the new and growing reactions to it made him wanna hide it a little bit better—a complicated circumstance due to his growing muscles. There was less room for anything in his pants every day.
“So how big are we taking?” I just asked him. I could feel my mouth watering.
“Man, I don’t know?! We’re not 14 anymore, hahaha! I haven’t measured my dick in a while. Ever since it stopped growing, obviously!”
“Yeah, sure, but everyone got numbers.”
He became more nervous.
“I don’t know. Nine inches maybe?”
He shook his head.
I have to admit, I was playing with Regan. I understood how deep the problem with his awareness was going. Many days ago, when I saw him naked last, his softie was already hanging 10.5 inches low and way heavier than all the cocks I have seen in my lifetime. Telling from his bulge, he had grown ever since.
“9 inches is really impressive and, compared to the average, extremely huge,” I said.
“Yeah, but you should see the others react to it! Everyone is losing their mind as if I’m carrying around the biggest schlong in history!”
I mean, maybe you are, I thought.
“I think we should measure your package to get some numbers in writing. Then the others can take their tiny dicks and shut up.”
The hypnosis was working. It probably wasn’t necessary because he was only seconds away from showing his manliness to me in desperation but I wanted to calm him down a little.
Regan started to undress starting with his shirt.
I loved seeing Regan’s hairy chest come into view. The training with the other boys was definitely paying off, his chest looked big and buff and as if it was waiting for my hands.
Before he put his heavy tool belt down I picked the measuring tape from its pocket.
When he removed the belt with the screw drivers, standard nails, chalk, and many more utensils the problem became obvious immediately. I almost fell backwards into the tub.
What stood in front of me was the biggest and craziest cock bulge I had ever seen, and suddenly it became obvious that he used the heavy belt to hide it all.
“Okay, you are reacting the same way everybody else does.”
Regan sounded upset.
“Just a little surprised, that’s all. I didn’t know how you carried your meat.”
He looked down and shoved his hips forward in the slightest way.
“This is the only option.”
He stepped a little closer and his muscular quads pressed his package up and forward until it bounced back into place.
“I think this thing might be bigger than 9 inches,” I dreamily stated.
“But not by much, right? It’s still in a normal range, right?”
To paint you a clearer picture of Regan’s enormous bulge: the pouch behind his zipper was under a lot of stress due to the size of his balls alone. This stallion must be carrying around oranges filled with hot juice.
From there on outward his cock was bending over to his hip bone. The jeans fabric wasn’t really stretchy so his cock was locked tight. The bulging horse dick passed his front pocket easily and was ending somewhere out of sight where his tool belt had been resting proudly.
“Turn around for me,” I commanded and he followed.
The apple-sized cockhead came into view and it was resting casually and massive right next to his back pocket, almost reaching half the way around his large body.
“Reagan, I don’t wanna lie to you, but most guys don’t have such a big problem packing their pecker into a pair of jeans.”
“For real? Fuck. How bad is it?”
“I mean…well, how do I phrase that?”
“Just spit it out, I can take it.”
“Well, you have one of the biggest, most humongous, oversized, and putting-horses-to-shame cocks anyone has ever seen.”
“Nah, trust me, it’s not as bad as it looks.”
He grabbed his bulge but his big hands couldn’t even cover half of it. Regan stepped closer so I could give his visible penis line a first measure. He was so confident about his average size.
I tried finding the root of his schlong as good as possible (even though I could already tell that the jeans were sabotaging our little session) and started pulling out the measuring tape.
Longer and longer, it passed 5 inches than eight while my hand glided along the soft anaconda in his skin tight jeans. I was close enough to see some veins through the fabric now.
I couldn’t hide my smile.
“So this would be the end of it if your cock was nine inches long.”
The number nine was clearly visible, aligning with his shaft only a little after his pocket.
“This cannot be real.”
“It’s your measuring tape.”
“Fuck, I know! But that means…”
“…that you are way bigger than nine inches soft now.”
I kept on measuring him. He turned again to help me find the end of his cock. My hands were shaking slightly. We passed 10 inches, then 11, then 12!
Fuck, he already outgrew the one-foot-mark.
13 and 14 inches came and went.
Regan couldn’t believe it.
“This can’t be possible.”
For all I know, it should be, I thought, but kept pulling instead of talking.
“How big is my monster? Come on, Kyle. Tell me.”
“15 fucking…” he was almost speechless. “Almost 16 inches? Fuck that’s a third leg!? They were right. I’m growing more and more into a freak!”
Regan was laughing, almost maniacally.
“Considering you’re still wearing jeans, you’re probably even bigger.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Come on, show me that beast. Maybe I’m wrong.”
I helped him out of his pants. He revealed some well-worn Calvin Klein’s stuffed to the very limit. The veins of his shaft poked through the thin fabric. Touching his massive schlong now made one thing appear quite clearly: the weight alone was record breaking. It truly reminded me of that one time I was allowed to hold a boa when the circus was in town.
I gave Regan’s bulge a rub to reassure him, and he started to moan immediately.
“Be careful what you do with it.”
“You’re right. Let’s measure it first.”
It was a job for two to remove his underwear. I pulled his waistband down only to reveal the biggest base of a penis ever. It was as wide as my flat hand.
Regan peeled the rest of it back to reveal his cock like the inside of a forbidden fruit. Once the cock head was free, the insane length fell between our legs, slapping against his knees with loud smacks.
Regan seemed relieved.
“Finally free again.”
His cock was a multiple kilogram heavy pendulum in front of me. I felt bold enough to grab his cock’s head for a second, rub the little bit of foreskin back and forth over the helmet, filling Regan’s body with an electric feeling.
I already knew what would happen when I measured him naked again. We passed 15.75 inches quickly.
“Oh come on!” he shouted. “Even bigger?!”
I nodded, almost drooling on his manliness. Eventually the magic number was 18 inches.
“Okay, Regan, listen. I know you probably won’t believe me when I’m saying this, but this is the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen. It’s massive, yes, but also beautiful and so much to play with. Hell, I think it will only get better as it grows!”
“Are you for real?! I am a freak! Look at this cock! It’s three times as big as the average! No one is carrying that much man meat around!”
“That makes it even hotter! You’ll be the biggest hunk in history. And I see now that we need to open your eyes for this opportunity.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think it’s time for you to accept your humongous cock for what it is: a beautiful, over-sized sextoy to have fun with. Even more so as it becomes even bigger. There’s no need to hide this beast, but also no need to flaunt it. Whatever seems most appropriate with a cock like that.”
I could actually see the tension falling off Regan’s body. He looked down at his appendage with a changed perspective it seemed. He grabbed his hose, with most of it still hanging down and brushing my chest and started to jerk it.
“You’re right. This cock, this size is truly breathtaking. What was I thinking? Fuck, let’s go! Measure this monolith hard!”
“That’s the spirit!”
He brought the humongous schlong to my mouth and we started working on it. In sudden jumps his cock grew thicker and longer while we worked it.
“Fuck, Regan, you’re a grower!”
“I thought you knew by now.”
Eventually his cock had grown into a telephone pole between us. A leaking wonder of the world. Pulsing and heavy, it stood straight up, reaching Regan’s chin level.
“Measure me again! I wanna know how big I’ve grown!”
“Okay… 18 inches, of course.”
“Fuck yeah, more please!”
“Come on, I want it to be two feet so fucking bad!”
“Fuck yeah! Two feet of steel hard cock!”
“Are…you still going?! Fuck, I think I am going to cum! Tell me how big I truly am!”
“26.25 inches hard, my friend!”
“That’s…fuck…that’s so much cock between my legs! It weighs a ton! So heavy and hard! Fuck I want it to get even bigger. You’ve been so right about this! This cock is so fucking beautiful and powerful! I’m the biggest fucker on earth! Nothing can stop this fucking cock!”
We both worked his full length hard until a thick load was working its way upward through his monolith of a dick. In ten heavy jets, he painted the wall of our bathroom white. In the end he was almost radiating with happiness.
“Fuck, thanks for that Kyle. Feels like I’ve woken up from a strange dream. I don’t know what got into me. This package I have is amazing. Huge and amazing!”
In that moment the bathroom door opened and the over 400 pound heavy muscle mountain that was Caleb waddled in slow and loud. His mouth dropped when he saw Regan’s half hard cock hanging between his legs and the amount of cum on the wall behind us.
“What’s going on here? Since when are you packing this much meat?! Fuck, I want that in me!”
I could jump out of the way in the very last second before getting crushed by the two giants.
“I’ll get the lube,” I said, but the two were already too far into discovering each other’s bodies.
I was gone for just a few minutes but the guys made most of it. Later they explained to me what happened in detail:
Regan and Caleb were alone, finally able to see the other one in their entirety. I think due to the many commands I had given them over the last year, it wasn’t hard for them to fall in love with each other’s bodies. They were obsessed with their own size, and as it seemed, with each other’s too.
Standing close together they both touched each other, their mouths open.
“Can’t wait to see you on stage! Your body looks phenomenal,” Regan said while admiring his friend. He used his hands to explore Caleb’s body. Even though the bodybuilder was more than a head shorter than Regan, he was easily twice as wide.
“I didn’t know you liked my muscles. I thought you were into women—sorry man.”
With that he removed his shirt to reveal the tanned and hairless glory of his 430 pounds body—slabs of meat hanging heavily from his arms, chest, and legs, everything colliding with each other, rubbing, flexing, ready to be presented on stage in just a few days.
“Still am,” Regan said quietly. “I just think you’re magnificent. This body is just—I think it would make anyone weak.”
“I could say the same thing about you. I thought I’d seen you naked before. But this cock here—in my hands—so big!”
“Crazy isn’t it?”
“Crazy hot, yeah.”
“Kyle just measured it. It’s actually growing bigger we think.”
“Really? That’s so fucking hot. I can actually feel it getting heavier in my hands right now.”
“You and your body are making me hard, Caleb.”
“Fuck, me too.”
They started kissing passionately while their hands explored their bodies thoroughly. Regan found Caleb’s full balls.
“Fuck, I wish I had balls this big! They are so full and heavy—sloshing even. Must feel amazing carrying this much weight around.”
“Look who’s talking! That horse cock of yours must weigh a ton.”
“It fucking is, but a set of balls like yours would make it complete. Biggest cock and biggest balls on the planet. Biggest man on earth.”
“Sorry but that title is already going to me! Wait till I’m an unmovable object! 1000 pounds of mass, all of it muscles, with bodybuilder balls to match the rest. I want them to grow even bigger than they already are. Until they reach the size of XL beanbags. Mhhh, yeah…”
“We’re so hot. Fuck, Caleb, I want us to grow! Always expanding. Conquering more room.”
“Why is this so fucking good? I don’t wanna stop. Ever.”
“I know! I know!”
They moved over to the bed while kissing, their tongues intertwined. The frame of the kingsize almost broke apart when the two lowered their heavy bodies on top.
“Your cock! So hard and hot! Fuck, how big is this pole?!” Caleb asked when Regan’s fullmast started pushing against his pecs then his face. Regan was laying on top of him, pushing his manliness into the bodybuilder’s body relentlessly.
“Over two feet already—and growing bigger every day. That monster is already past my knees. Soon it will be three feet in length, I just know it.”
“Fuck, kiss me. So long and big! I wanna be big enough to take all of your cock.”
“With an ass like yours?! It might fit even though it’s already massive as fuck!”
“So am I.”
“You fucking are. My big muscle head.”
“Fuck, Regan, you’ll make me cum so hard.”
“I’ve never seen someone getting so wet. Your balls are already working overtime, Caleb.”
“My bodybuilder balls are always full. And I love filling people up with them—inflate them.”
The two cocks kept rubbing against one another—Caleb’s six-incher and Regan’s towering 26 inch long dick. While the bigger one was clearly winning in size, Caleb’s was already pumping out pre in huge amounts. Regan used it to make his own mast slick and shiny.
“Turn around, big guy. I’ve never fucked a bodybuilder before—the biggest and soon to be Mr Olympia. Damn, that ass truly breaks every record by a long shot! What a massive rack you have!”
“I’m growing it every day in the gym! Kyle bought me posers for the big stage but nothing fit.”
“I can see why, holy hell. I thought my ass is nice but this is next level.”
Regan burrowed his head between the cheeks while holding onto it with both hands—rubbing the peachy spheres with big circular motions. Caleb groaned when Regan’s tongue entered him.
“Fuck, your cheeks are bigger than my head.”
“Fuck me, Regan, please!”
It took them a while to get used to one another’s size. But they made it work eventually.
“Two feet already in, big boy. How does it feel?” Regan’s voice was little more than a breath in Caleb’s ears. He had his eyes closed, trying not to scream because of the sheer size moving through him, pulsing, pumping, growing.
“I’ve never felt this good in my life. Your cock is so big. Stretching me out. Fuck, I can feel it everywhere at once. It’s so nice.”
They both lay on their side soon, Regan deep inside his muscular friend. It became hard work to fuck Caleb because of his size, but Regan found enough muscles to hold onto. His hand was resting on Caleb’s roid gut. It was bigger than ever and clearly bulging due to Regan’s shaft. He pushed his cock in deeper still and made the giant bulge some more. The mass was shivering in his hands. Caleb was all his.
“You feel so big inside me, Regan!”
“You feel incredible.”
“We should have done this sooner. This is so good! Please never stop fucking me.”
“Let’s just hope your body keeps up with the size between my legs. Damn, my size is making me so horny!”
The pace was getting faster. The two of them were close to climax.
“I’ll always be able to take you, fuck! Even when that thing will start dragging on the ground, my ass will be big enough by then!”
They held onto each other, as their cocks started to unload with full force. hump after hump, they released more cum, Caleb way more than Regan, until they were all empty and the room around them needed some renovation.
I came back into the room, finding the both of them still locked tight in a sex hug, lube in my hand.
“Okay guys I’m ready—what happened?!”
“Sorry, we already started without you.”
Exactly one year after the Vegas incident, it was time to travel again. Of course, Caleb had been training his ass off with the other guys for 365 days—with a little help from my suggestive powers. He was ready to present the fruits of his hard labor, and there sure was a lot to harvest. No human being on this planet has ever been as strong or built as Caleb. He had turned himself into the biggest bodybuilder on earth and was about to go public.
I had put a lot of thought into what would happen after his next Vegas show, and I got a little nervous, to be honest. After the cameras framed his magnificence on stage, there would be no way back. Newscasts and social media platforms would kill to portray the guy who just won every bodybuilding contest without breaking into a sweat while outweighing every other contestant on stage by at least 100 pounds, if not more.
In my imagination, our life was about to change even more drastically. And while I thought it would be because of Caleb’s public appearance, I was in no way prepared for the things coming my way.
Caleb and I were in a hotel room in Vegas that looked like a Roman emperor’s wet dream. Heavy curtains, marble baths, sofas big enough for ten people, golden frames everywhere, you name it.
It was seven in the morning, and Caleb’s alarm would wake him in an hour. I was already up and watching the sleeping mountain right next to me. Resting next to Caleb was like sleeping next to a dragon. He was so big and his breathing so calm and low that you couldn’t feel more safe and sound. His massive chest expanded with every breath, the hairless skin covered in stretch marks close to his pits. A month ago, his mass had been covered by a thin layer of fat but he was stage ready now. You could see every strand of muscle under his skin, even in an unflexed state. His vascularity was peaking, and he looked like a god. Still, I couldn’t wait for him to eat and drink properly again and to regain the little muscle belly I loved so much. Then I looked down and saw my belly, a little pouch of fat, bigger than it was yesterday. A few things had changed on our way here.
The drive to Vegas took us the whole day before. Traveling with my friends has become way more complicated since last year, that was for sure. Caleb wanted to sit next to me in the front (I was driving), but his shoulder span was too much for the passenger seat. He had been banned to his private row in the far back of the truck where he could focus on further dehydrating his muscle mass for the upcoming contest.
Regan wanted to take the wheel in the beginning. That day, because we wouldn’t meet many people on the road to Vegas, Regan wore bold shorts with boxer briefs under them that pushed his package up and forward in a single big bulge. He took a seat in the front, and after a little push and pull, he was in position. But his cock wasn’t. His bulge was pressing against the wheel, his fat cock almost reaching up the dashboard. Regan tried pressing his cock and balls down under the wheel but no chance.
“Fuck, I think you have to drive, Kyle.”
“Think so too, big guy. Move over.”
Trevor was sitting in the row behind me, and he, too, had some problems fitting into the car. He was 7’2” now and towering above all of us. As always, Trevor was wearing a nice button-down accentuating his enormous round pecs that were stressing the buttons, combined with some fancy dress pants tight enough to pronounce his package just right. Trevor wasn’t really sitting but lying in his row of seats to give his legs the needed room.
Behind him, as I told you before, was Caleb. He was so big indeed that he blocked the view of my rearview mirror.
We only had two stops on our way. One to eat and one to … well, Caleb needed a break.
“Can we please stop here for a second?” Caleb asked, and Regan turned the radio down.
“Everything all right back there?” I asked him.
“Everything’s fine. Just need your help in a sec,” he said, and I could already hear his breath shaking.
I knew that he needed to cum again very badly. It had been a few hours since his last orgasm, and his balls were filling up quicker than ever these days.
I found the next parking lot, and luckily we were the only ones around. While Regan and Trevor used the time to walk for a bit, I got out and opened the big back door. The temperatures were already beyond pleasant this close to the desert, and Caleb had started to sweat under all his mass.
“What do you need help with?” I asked with a slight grin on my face.
Caleb wore sweats I could see after moving the front row of seats away to get better access. The pouch was completely outstretched by a set of balls swollen with cum. The two spheres were even pushed out of the top in search of space. That his cock was leaking and exposed didn’t seem to be a problem to Caleb.
Instead of answering my question, he grabbed the seams of his sweats and started to shake the cargo. His balls were sloshing so loud with cum. I couldn’t believe it. He was more than full, ready to go whenever.
“Can I fuck you again?” he asked me. “It’s been a while, and my balls have never been bigger.”
“And fuller, it seems. Let’s do it!”
I climbed into his row, and we started to make out.
“You love it when I fill you up, don’t you? You love taking a full load of my bodybuilder balls.”
“I fucking do, big guy.”
Seconds later, his cock was up my ass while I played with his ginormous pecs, kissing each other passionately. I could feel his balls pressing against my lower back. I moaned loudly.
“Are your posers still fitting you? I don’t know if we can risk a wardrobe malfunction on stage.”
“Mhhh,” Caleb groaned. He had to focus on not cumming yet, but it was almost impossible when I started talking about him becoming too big. “Doesn’t it happen all the time? Posers being too small and dicks and balls peaking out all the damn time, fuck! Your ass feels so good, man!”
“I think … fuck, keep fucking me like that. I, yeah, I think that it happens. But guys usually don’t have your … size.”
Caleb was already covering the seats in precum, while he stretched me out really nicely.
“I’m a freak, aren’t I?” he did not deliver this sentence with any kind of negativity. In fact, he couldn’t have been hornier for his size. Caleb had fallen in love with his mass and bodybuilding long ago, but now he was slowly getting addicted to the thought of being disgustingly big—to most, he already was, to be honest. He had reached a size only a few people on earth could appreciate. I was one of them. Maybe even number one.
He wanted me to go hard on him.
“You’re my freak! Or could a normal man do this?” I pushed his pecs up into his face, and he buried his blushing cheeks between them. The whole car was shaking in our rhythm. “I mean, just take a look at your size! Your balls alone! Everything but normal.”
“I can’t wait for them to see me on stage!”
“They will be speechless. They have never seen a man like you before, Caleb! I think you will blow them all away! Show them how big a man can truly become. Even though they won’t be able to believe it.”
“Kyle, I’m close. I don’t wanna cum yet.”
I helped him a little in his desperate attempt to keep his balls down.
“I think you can keep it in for two more minutes.”
His eyes glowed for a little second, and then he started fucking me even more aggressively. I gasped for air and dived into his body. My hard cock rubbed against his ten-pack, and I started cumming all over him seconds later.
“Fuck, I can feel it rising,” he told me.
“Oh yes, muscle head. Fatten me up with your cum!”
“Don’t want me to pull out?”
“Absolutely not. I love it when you empty inside me. I love it when you make me big like you guys!”
“Fuck, you do?! Nghh, Kyle, fuck! This is so hot. This is incredible. Your ass … fuck.”
Caleb was so good at fucking me that I was only seconds away from cumming again.
“Tell me, do you think I’ll be able to grow even bigger than this?!” he asked me.
It was hard to imagine, given the size Caleb was, but I knew that my magic could fulfill all his freakish wishes.
“Caleb, of course! We’ll come back to Vegas every year, and you’ll be bigger every year. Do you think you’re a freak now? I think you will continue to grow forever.”
And before I could think about my newest command, the seed was already planted. I saw Caleb’s sight drift off for a second and return to me again.
“That’s all I want, fuck! I love that you get me like that! I wanna grow and grow and grow forever! Kyle, I wanna be a freak so bad!”
“You’ll return to that stage, and they won’t recognize you, Caleb. You’ll become too big even for the most open-minded judge on the jury and continue to pump your body bigger. We will always love you, no matter how grotesquely big you want to become!”
“You have no idea.”
And then he engulfed me with his whole body, his arms keeping me tight like record-breaking pythons trying to kill me. Hump after hump, he started to fill me up like no one else could. The well-known sensation of heat was spreading in my belly. Under our heavy breaths, we could hear the multiple second-long streams of cum. Caleb’s balls were finally swelling down again and were only melon size now.
“I love you, Kyle.”
“I love you too, Caleb.”
He patted my enormous belly.
“I wish I could fatten you up permanently. You actually look really, really nice with a belly like that. I don’t know why but it makes you even sexier. Maybe it gives you some daddy vibes?”
“I thought Regan was the daddy of this group,” I joked.
“With abs like that? No way.”
I gave Caleb a while to clean himself and left the car. After a few wipes, my chest was clean again, too, and I took a look at the aftermath of our session. My shirt couldn’t cover my spontaneous pot belly any longer. You could still see the muscles leading down to my crotch in a v-shape, but the ball completely pushed them out in between. Caleb had fattened me so much that you could see the gains from behind. That belly was spreading out further every time he fucked me.
I took a few steps to look for Regan and Trevor, but my mind was still busy thinking about what Caleb had just said. I had never thought about me gaining a little weight. Throughout my life, my weight has been pretty constant. I never had to worry about anything.
But now that I took these steps through the desert and felt my belly jiggling with every move, riding my shirt up even further, I started to wonder if I could get used to it.
I knew about gainer culture, feeders and feedees, and how big some men have grown with the help of their supporters online. It never occurred to me that I enjoyed being this big too. Maybe it was the influence of others. I was surrounded by enormous men 24/7 and wanted to join in on the growing fun.
Obviously, I couldn’t hypnotize myself to grow bigger in any sort of way. I was the only mortal beneath gods if you will. But there was something else I could do.
After finding the other two (who, by the looks of it, had had a private session, too), we returned to the car.
Before I started the engine for the last 200 miles, I turned around and shared my decision to grow with the group in the only way I saw fit.
“I think you guys should start feeding me. I want you to fatten me up at every given opportunity. I wanna be big too. And I think you’ll enjoy my size a lot too!”
Their eyes flickered, and then they started smiling.
Trevor was the first to move.
“Still have my gym shake here. Don’t worry, it’s still cold. I think you need it more than me, Kyle.”
“Sure,” I smiled.
He reached forward and started feeding me while I started the car.
The belly Caleb gave me hadn’t swollen down yet and I enjoyed the way it pressed against the steering wheel every time I moved. And it was only becoming bigger.
I was still pinching my inflated midsection when Caleb’s alarm went off. The giant woke up, saw me, and a big smile started to bloom on his face.
“Morning sunshine,” Caleb said. “It looks like someone had a nice meal yesterday!”
“The buffet was really filling! Glad we found it right after we checked in.”
The night before was a blur. All I remember was the three of them coming back again and again with loaded plates and feeding every single piece of food to me. Even when I was only seconds away from exploding, they insisted on giving me more food to digest. In the end they almost had to carry me back to our room.
Caleb put his big hand on my belly.
“Feels a little empty again already. Maybe it’s time for breakfast.”
“I’m still incredibly stuffed. You cannot be serious.”
“What can I say. I like my man big and stuffed.”
Someone knocked on the second door of our hotel suite and opened it without waiting for an answer. Our room was connected to the neighbor’s suite where Trevor and Regan were sleeping. The two entered and looked way more prepared for the day than us. Caleb and I were still naked, his hand on my bigger belly and his balls swollen again from his morning horniness.
“What are you guys waiting for! We have to go! The convention center is already waiting!”
We brought Caleb to the bathroom. He put his massive balls into the sink (filling the bowl completely) and we gave him a last minute shave. Luckily it was three of us or it would have taken an hour to remove every single hair from this mountain’s body. He lifted his insanely bloated arms for us, spread his tree trunk sized legs and even lifted his fat pecs so we could shave in the area below.
I noticed that Regan’s hard cock was starting to press against his knees in his jeans. He was horny for the big guy too.
“Damn it boy, you will destroy the competition today! I can see it already!”
Trevor joined in too.
“The others have no chance against this!” he said, and gave Caleb’s pecs a slap. They jiggled loud and long.
“Oof guys, hurry up. You’re making me horny again!”
I put the shaver down and grabbed the posers Caleb was going to wear on stage.
“Maybe it’s not a bad thing. We probably have to empty you one last time before you can hit the stage.”
I pressed the custom made underwear against his huge swollen sack and indeed. The fabric hardly covered one of his hanging balls.
“You know what that means.”
The four of us started one of our best sessions on the big queen size bed in our suite. We took turns in handling big Caleb and his cock wandered between all the available asses. Load after load we milked him harder than ever before until his balls were dry like the desert and only as big as ripe oranges. Out of breath but insanely happy, Caleb got up and put his posers on. They finally fit! There was even some room for his massive balls to grow into!
“Thanks guys!’’ Where would I be without you?”
The three of us couldn’t answer properly. We were all laying on our backs on the bed still, our bellies hyper inflated by the torrents of cum Caleb just unloaded into us. Seeing Trevor and Regan with a belly like that made me horny again—especially Regan’s furry bull belly combined with the big bush leading to his monster cock.
But we had no time and Regan’s cock had to wait a while longer.
We cleaned up our mess as fast as we could, grabbed our things and headed out.
The competition was waiting.
Something about the air in the convention center was different, almost electric. There was this feeling of suspense in the air, and everyone felt it.
In the beginning, we helped Caleb prepare for the big moment backstage. One thing was very clear from the get-go. Everyone was staring at us (read: Caleb) without blinking once! Caleb was the magnet, the force in the room everyone was being pulled to. All the other muscular men looked stunned. They couldn’t believe how massive the guy was that just entered the dimly lit halls behind the stage with a big smile and proud bulge.
Caleb enjoyed the attention, but I couldn’t say if he realized how many people wanted to be him on that day in Las Vegas. Or be with him … or inside of him (I will not apologize for this joke, thank you).
It was very busy backstage. Everyone was running around, flexing, warming up, shouting commands—but then Caleb removed his sweater, his shirt, his boots, and pants, and the room fell silent. You could have heard the drop of a needle.
Caleb flexed his muscle tits, smiled, and got ready for the spray tan. When he removed his posers to reveal his six-incher and apple-sized balls, some guys from the surrounding audience couldn’t hold back a gasp.
“Look at this dude!”
“How can he be this huge?!”
“Fuck, this is the winner. Right here and now.”
Of course, some also asked for another medical screening because Caleb obviously had to flood his body with chemicals to achieve his state of godhood. But people from the tournament tried to calm all doubters—he was clean, with no sign of doping in his blood work. This wasn’t proof enough for some, and they wanted to disqualify Caleb for being so much bigger than everyone else. Luckily it was enough for Caleb to intervene with his massive presence alone. He just stood in front of that crowd in his tiny posers and explained himself, even though there was nothing to explain from his point of view really (I, on the other hand, could have interrupted them and admitted to hypnotizing him to become the most massive bodybuilder there ever was. Maybe next year). Long story short: Caleb was huge beyond belief, and they either had to beat him on stage or shut the fuck up.
We tried to protect Caleb from more comments and people trying to get too close to him after that. The risk of him enjoying the compliments a little too much and getting horny again was too high.
After he received his tan, he looked even bigger and more defined.
“Fuck, can’t wait to eat tonight,” he told me while using a resistance band to warm up his biceps while transfixed by his image in the mirror. The engorged muscles swelled bigger, and his veins appeared even clearer than before.
“We’ll buy you everything you want—and little Kyle here too.”
Trevor hugged me when he said it and gave my belly a little pinch. Our morning session with Caleb was already under control again, and our bellies were back to normal. I couldn’t believe it, but I was actually hungry even though the last dinner should have lasted me for a little longer. Maybe I just loved how much everyone in the group wanted to feed me. The newly won attention was somewhat intoxicating.
I saw Regan turning his head in all possible directions. He was flirting with the other contestants. I could see it. Most of them kept eye contact with him for as long as they could. Then their eyes wandered down, and they saw the bulge running down along the inseam of his pants. Regan’s fat cock was pretty much on display, but there was hardly anything he could do about it. Eighteen inches of soft cock (while being a grower!) was hardly a thing you could hide easily. As soon as someone realized what that thing in his pants was, they looked away with their eyes wide open and sweat accumulating on their foreheads. They don’t want to be fucked by this impossibly big muscle bear of a man all of a sudden.
“Everyone’s fucking scared of my massive schlong,” Regan whispered to nobody in particular, but I could hear it.
“Don’t worry, big guy. They are just shocked. You’ll have your chance later, I’m sure. They are way too busy thinking about the competition. But as soon as that pressure is gone?! They will stand in line for you and your magnificence.”
“I just wanna fuck a muscle head. Caleb’s load made me incredibly horny, it seems.”
He was right; I could feel it too.
Regan’s eyes were still searching the room for someone. I couldn’t tell if he even listened to me. And then, like a predator hunting its prey in a big group, he was gone! The crowd around us swallowed him.
I turned around again and saw Caleb sticking the little number 11 onto his posers.
“Do you think they will hold?” Trevor asked him.
“They have to. But I think I’ll be fine. I just have to keep my body under control and present my best side today!”
Trevor and I exchanged looks. We had seen Caleb at his horniest stage a lot of times. Caleb wasn’t the master of his mind when it happened.
“Just focus on your poses, and you’ll have that trophy in your hands in no time!”
“Wish me luck.”
And then we had to leave backstage and find our seats in the auditorium.
Regan could not be found, so it was just Trevor and me waiting for Caleb’s big moment. We watched the lightweight category come and go, and I enjoyed all participants presenting their hard work.
“Some of them could use some hundred pounds of muscles on their frame,” Trevor joked. He also liked the show, judging by the insane hard-on in his tight pants. I bent over to him and grabbed his cock through his clothes.
“Don’t waste your load before Caleb hits the stage,” I joked.
“I think he’s coming up soon!”
The chosen ones of the heavyweight category flooded the stage with their mass. The eight men had truly incredible physiques! Every single one was larger than life, with big bulges of defined muscle mass hanging from their bodies. Every step made their pounds of flesh wiggle as they found their spot on the wide stage.
From the very first second, one thing was clear: One cast a shadow above them all. Caleb appeared last, and no competitor was big enough to hide the late arrival behind him. Our friend smiled from ear to ear; he knew the other muscle heads on stage stood no chance. But, of course, they still tried. They flexed and stood in front of him, tried pushing him away even, but Caleb was a literal mountain of a man. He widened his stance, flared his back out, and presented his delts, traps, arms, ass, and legs, and the others almost got pushed out of his way. Two of the nearest bodybuilders even lost balance for a second when Caleb started flexing and growing.
Caleb enjoyed being the biggest of them all. In a flex-off, no one could beat him in years! After a few miserable failures, all his opponents had to admit that they stood no chance against the man 100 pounds heavier than all of them. Encouraged by that discovery, Caleb kept pushing his poses to the limits. He tried inflating his mass beyond belief to show the judges the biggest bodybuilder they had ever seen.
His pecs strained together with his shoulders and arms when he presented his side view. Everything seemed to be pumped to the limit. You could see every cord of muscle under his paper-thin skin. Another flex and his pecs stood even further away from the rest of his body.
At first, I thought my eyes were playing me a trick, but they worked perfectly fine. Caleb enjoyed his posing routine among the other bodybuilders a little too much. He was getting horny, and his balls began to grow.
It got even worse when the commentator finally acknowledged Caleb’s unmissable performance.
“I think it’s safe to say that contestant number eleven is the biggest bodybuilder this stage has ever seen in its fifty-year history! What a man! What a mountain!”
Caleb started to smile again while flexing harder than ever before. His sweat was dripping onto the stage. The veins on his face grew bigger while he blushed. He clenched his teeth and started to present his legs, looking like perfectly carved mammoth tree trunks.
Dozens of cameras went off and covered Caleb’s routine in light flashes. The whole audience was speechless and took the spectacle all in. Most of Caleb’s opponents stood in his shadow now. Partly because they couldn’t win anymore and partly because they wanted to take a better look at Caleb’s performance. They were hard for him, too, it seemed.
Caleb’s balls kept growing. I could even see that from row nineteen. They had the size of apples when he climbed that stage, but by now, they had grown to become the size of large grapefruits. The pouch would be in big trouble soon because you could already peek into it from the side.
It seemed that one of the other bodybuilders already declared Caleb to be the winner. The guy had an impressive mustache and came closer, only to point at Caleb’s mass with an impressed gesture. Then he gave him a pat on the back and whispered something into his ear that only Caleb could hear. I tried to read his lips, but the only word I recognized was “massive”.
He must have congratulated Caleb on his size because his balls immediately started to swell bigger with pride. Another one patted him on the back, raised his fist, and left the stage, leaving our friend behind with a bigger set of swollen balls than before.
The third one leaving pushed his luck a little far. He made a joke no one could hear about Caleb’s overly full posers and even pinched the package with his full hand. He was a little shocked when he learned that Caleb’s balls were, in fact, real.
Caleb bit his lip and stopped flexing for a second. The other bodybuilder laughed, and then the audience joined in. Nobody could believe how big Caleb was.
His posers, meanwhile, got pushed away from his body with every ounce his balls gained. Soon he would be standing on stage with an exposed cock due to his swollen sack. We had to do something!
I tried waking Trevor from his wet daydream, but he was gone. When I looked down, I could see a big wet spot in his pants—Caleb had accidentally made him cum twice.
I tried finding my way backstage again while hearing the commentator’s voice muffled from the big venue. I made it in time for Caleb and the others to leave the stage again.
“They’ll announce the winner shortly! I think I might win this, Kyle!”
I was a little out of breath, and it took me a while to take all of Caleb’s swollen magnificence in. While walking, he held the waistband of his posers in both hands to stabilize the heft of his bulge. The swaying was hypnotic, and they would rip very soon!
“You have to focus, Caleb! You cannot walk out there naked!”
“Don’t worry, I got this under control!”
One of his opponents walked by. It was the guy who also touched Caleb’s crotch on stage. He was obviously horny for my huge friend because you could see his tiny hard-on poking clearly through his shiny violet posers.
“Really impressive show today, big guy!” He said. He gave Caleb a hug, and their bulges collided with a smack. I could also see that guy humping Caleb’s bloated balls one or two times. What was going on here? Even after the hug ended, his hands remained on Caleb’s shoulders. “I think I’ve never seen anyone as big before! Truly impressive! From your muscles to your … well, let’s just say it: your big ass balls, hahaha!”
With a cocky smirk, Caleb said, “You wanna touch them again, don’t you?”
The other guy looked around before saying, “Yes, can I?”
In that moment, one of Caleb’s balls popped out of the pouch, and only one was left in disguise. The first few inches of his soft cock peeked out of the waistband.
“Dude! How did you do that? This is insane…ly hot!”
He started rubbing Caleb’s balls, and Caleb started to moan instantly. Of course, his balls produced even more cum after someone started rubbing his balls.
My mind was racing. Caleb couldn’t walk on stage with a package like that. His posers would rip in a few seconds! I did the only thing possible now.
“Caleb? I think you should take your friend to the changing room and give him a load of yours.”
Caleb’s eyes flickered for a second, and then he immediately grabbed the other bodybuilder by his hard cock pouch and led him to a more secure location. I protected the door and declined everyone trying to enter. From inside, I could hear a lot of moaning and heavenly screams combined with loud shouts of the word “fuck!”
I found my seat in the audience again a while later. Everything was under control again, and the finalists returned to the stage for the award ceremony.
Caleb was glowing with happiness! His balls were under control again, and the posers fit him perfectly after his little number backstage. The other bodybuilder’s hands had washed off some of the spray paint from Caleb’s pecs and left their imprint behind. I wondered if I had seen the last of that other guy.
Caleb waved at the crowd, and everyone started whooing for him. Contestant number two entered the stage, and I recognized the man I just brought together with Caleb again. He also seemed very happy even though he wasn’t the winner of today’s contest.
“What happened to his belly?” Trevor wanted to know.
“You should ask Caleb that question.”
Trevor was right. The number two’s belly was massive and swollen. He was carrying a big load inside that gut which gave his walk a wider sway. Then contestant number seven came to the big stage again. He seemed to be praised with massive muscles and a gut too, but his walk was even more off than the previous one’s. It almost looked like he was hurt while not being bothered by it.
At that moment, Regan found his seat next to me again.
“I’m guessing you don’t know why contestant number seven walks like he just got fucked by a telephone pole?” I asked.
Regan laughed as quietly as he could. “You know he was really eager to take that beast of mine. So I didn’t stop him.”
These three bodybuilders waited for the jury’s final verdict, and it came to no one’s surprise that Caleb took the big prize home. A former world champion bodybuilder in a suit gave him the big trophy, and they had a little chat on stage. A pat here, a handshake here, combined with a few nice words, and Caleb was starting to become horny again. Next to him, the former Mr. Olympia looked small.
After the ceremony, he flexed for a few fans in the audience again and presented his body one final time to the surrounding cameras. His balls continued to fill up as the crowd kept cheering for him, and then, with the trophy still in his hand, his posers ripped on both sides at once. With a fast grab, he could still hold what was left in front of his crotch to hide at least a tiny amount of manliness. Suddenly all shy, Caleb left the stage backward while the audience still wondered what had just happened.
As if nothing happened, Regan stretched in his seat until his midriff was exposed and said: “I think it’s time to eat then? Let’s grab our champion, and off we go!”
Caleb was impossible to control after his victory at the bodybuilding competition.
“Guys, I feel ten feet tall! This body has just won the biggest and most important prize in the industry! No one’s bigger, more jacked, and toned than I am, fuck!”
When an average grown-up was jumping around from happiness, it wasn’t that big of a deal, but when Caleb did it (and we were in public), his body generated even more buzz than usual.
We were walking down Las Vegas Boulevard and had to stop every few seconds because someone wanted to take a picture with our massive friend. Sometimes even Trevor and Regan had to pose with him because they, too, weren’t from this world anymore—by now, Trevor was also a few heads taller than all of us. If Caleb’s thickness or Regan’s bulge hadn’t gotten us the attention we got now, Trevor’s height sure would have.
Everyone wanted to know their Instagram or Twitter handles, everyone wanted to follow them, and so they shared their names and accounts with some lovely lads. Later it would rain dick pics for all of them; I just knew.
We waited for Caleb to finish a few photographing sessions with strangers, and so I planned the evening with the other two.
“We should move soon. I’m hungry as fuck …” I said. I tried not to sound annoyed, but I did a poor job.
“Me too. Also, I need to get out of these pants soon. They cut my circulation off,” Regan said, and I could see what his problem was.
Regan’s magnificent bulge was hard to believe. It was directly in front of us (and everyone), but it was still hard to see it for what it was: a real cock, impossible to hide. If I had to guess, I’d say it hadn’t grown since the last time we measured it at eighteen inches. But maybe it has gotten thicker since. Either way, his cock head was pressing against his knee, and the fabric gave the meat a tight squeeze every time he took a step.
“My feet are also killing me. Kyle, the shoes we bought a few weeks ago are too small again. I can feel my toes trying to rip through them.”
I looked down and couldn’t believe that the oversized shoes he was wearing could be too small again already.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting. My fans can be a little much,” Caleb said with a big smile on his face. He wasn’t used to this attention yet, and it would only become bigger, just like him. His balls seemed to be full again already. They pressed his jeans to their limit, almost revealing his manliness while doing so.
“Let’s get something to eat.”
That phrase activated something in my three friends. They exchanged looks and dragged me to the closest steak restaurant they could find. For a second, I had forgotten about the last command I gave them.
It was feeding time.
We ordered enough for multiple families on Trevor’s credit card and celebrated Caleb’s win like gods. From time to time, I looked around and realized in a haze that everyone was watching us drink, laugh, and enjoy the event a little too loud, maybe.
I finished my second milkshake and third plate with a heavy breath, but the other guys had a different plan than me.
“Another shake, please! Our friend still has room for some more,” Caleb said while enjoying his third helping.
Caleb was finally free to eat whatever he wanted again. With each sip and bite, his muscular belly was swelling bigger. He groaned and emptied another plate with a big smile on his face. “Fuck, it feels like I could eat all night. How about you Kyle?”
“I’m pretty stuffed already, guys. My belly looks like I swallowed a football!”
“That just means your new diet is working! Just like mine!”
Caleb leaned back to lift his shirt and reveal his massive turtle gut to all of us. Trevor and Regan put their hands on the perfect sphere and mumbled something in the direction of “Holy fuck!”
When the next shake arrived, Regan helped me chug it down. He removed the straw and lifted the big jug to my lips without asking. I began to swallow again, and I could feel my belly stretching out from the sheer mass of milk entering me.
After the shake was gone, I felt dizzy for a few seconds. There still was a milk mustache on the top of my lip. Trevor leaned in and kissed it away. While doing so, he grabbed my hard-on, and I winced quietly.
“Guys, I’ve never been this full in my life.”
At that moment, the plates filled with cheesecake arrived, and my lungs stopped working for a second.
It became obvious that not only Caleb and I were celebrating without limits that night, but all of us. We were four grown men sitting in a Las Vegas restaurant, stuffing our bodies with calories until the moment of bursting was just around the corner. All our bellies looked swollen in the end.
On our way back to the hotel, I could feel my gut jiggle with every step. If my friends continued to feed me like that, I would be fat in no time.
While Caleb tried washing off most of his fake tan from the competition in the shower, I stepped on the scale.
191 pounds. When did this happen?
Then a pair of impossibly muscular arms hugged me from behind. I could feel Caleb’s hard cock and inflated balls pressing against my butt and legs, respectively.
“My big guy is looking good,” he said.
“Between us, you’ll always be the ‘big guy’. Trust me.”
I could feel his wetness pressing against my back.
“You were phenomenal on stage today. You should have seen the faces of the judges. They couldn’t believe it when you hit the stage.”
“Thanks, babe! And also thank you for coming here! I mean, it’s a lot of money and also your whole weekend!”
“I wouldn’t have missed it in the world.”
Another big glob of precum oozed from Caleb’s cock, hot and slow, and ran down my inner thigh.
“You precum more than I shoot in two loads.”
“Turn around. You have to see them.”
Puzzled by what he meant, I followed his order, and my mouth dropped open. Due to not cuming all evening, his balls had gone into overdrive. Both balls were the size of five-gallon water tanks and sloshing accordingly.
“I’ve never been this full,” he said while rubbing his protruding muscle gut. “Will you help me with this load?”
Instead of answering, I just went to my knees. The size of his package was incredible. His steadily leaking cock crowned the set of unimaginable big balls. I tried reaching around and failed. Caleb widened his stance to give his balls more room to swing. The wrecking ball between his legs could knock a grown man unconscious. My hands began rubbing lotion over his sack to prevent further stretch marks, and the giant almost immediately started to moan from pleasure.
“My bodybuilder balls are so sensitive when they are full—and they have never been fuller.”
“We need to make you cum before they get too big.”
I took his six-incher into my mouth and tried not to struggle with his heavy pre-flow. Caleb looked down on me from his mountain of mass, the 420-pound man enjoying his little boyfriend giving him head.
“I have to admit,” he said between soft moans, “that I’m a bit jealous of Regan’s and Trevor’s cocks. They are just so much bigger than us.”
“True, but you outweigh both of them by at least 150 pounds.”
“Mhhhh, yeah, true. You know, it was just … there were one or two bodybuilders backstage today with cocks bigger than mine.”
“(Suck, suck, smack) They all envied you for your muscles and balls, probably.”
“You know what I mean. It was just a thought.”
“Fuck, so much pre … how big would you want to become?”
“You know me, Kyle,” he said, laughing. “My motto is and will always be Go big or go home!”
“Bigger than Regan?”
He thought about it for a second before shaking his head. “Nah, that elephant dick would just throw me off balance. And also, I couldn’t compete anymore. I would just go for ten inches. Maybe eleven inches. But a foot in length sounds nice too, you know?”
“So a foot in total?”
“Man, I don’t know—fuck, by the way your head game is getting better and better every time! But … mhhh … but, you know, sometimes, with a body like this, I also wanna have a three feet long mega cock hanging heavy from my loins.”
With that, a huge first shot of cum erupted from his cock followed by a few more. This wasn’t Caleb having an orgasm but his balls running over.
“Imagine me with a cock like that on stage next year! Fuck, everyone will be jealous. Me weighing what? 500 pounds? Maybe 530? With balls and cock touching the ground?! Fuck, I’m close, Kyle.”
For a minute, I changed to a nice and steady hand job. I waited for Caleb to look at me. And then I gave him a new command.
“I think your dick should also grow bigger, soft and hard, when you get horny. But it should always shrink back down to its new size of eight inches soft when you orgasm.”
Caleb looked at me as if I had used a language no one on earth had spoken for thousands of years. A light appeared in his eyes and vanished in the same second.
“Don’t stop,” he said then. He could not remember what had just happened. Instead, he grabbed my head and pushed his six-incher back into my wide-open mouth. The tip was still drooling cum when he entered me. My belly had never been this full.
“I just had the strangest daydream, Kyle!”
“I was imagining my body carrying a bigger cock and all of a sudden I could feel the weight pulling on my groin double within seconds!”
At that moment I could feel his cock pushing my tongue down, stretching my throat and inching forward within me.
“My cock felt so nice, big, and heavy. Bigger than Trevor’s even!”
I couldn’t believe how well it worked. His cock was stretching bigger and fatter inside of me in an instant. Caleb was horny enough to make himself grow instantly. Only when my jaw reached its limit and I groaned loudly from the heavenly pain he looked down again over his pecs.
He pulled his cock out of my throat and I could finally relax for a second. In front of me bobbed an incredibly thick, almost muscular 11-incher with a nice thick mushroom head, still dripping with pre.
“It was no dream?! I flexed my cock bigger!”
“You fucking did, big guy. Look at that thing!”
He clenched his teeth and veins appeared all over his cock. Within dozens of heartbeats his dick added another inch, miraculously shoving out more manliness from his crotch.
I rammed his cock inside me again and began to cum immediately. The pleasure of discovering his new talent was enough to break him.
Gallon after gallon pumped me up. My eyes drifted off as I felt my belly expand again. We were both caught in each other’s actions for minutes and all we could do was cum, moan and grow.
While Caleb’s cock swelled down to its new eight inches in size my belly was swollen many sizes bigger.
Later I would step on top of the scale again and see the number 205 appear over my inflated belly. Caleb’s load would grant me another 14 pounds of mass. My belly was even starting to have a little overhang.
That night, I had the wildest dream, and I realized my mind was always thinking about new ways to make my friends grow bigger for me.
Before I went to bed, I said goodnight to the other guys in their suite where I saw Regan standing in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, his fat cock resting on the counter. That picture of him left an imprint, but I still wasn’t ready for the dream my brain was serving me that night.
In my restless vision, I was still in the hotel room in Vegas, but there was no sign of Caleb anywhere. I stopped searching for my muscular friend when Regan entered the luxurious hotel suite. The feeling of horniness rose within me as soon as I looked at him. I couldn’t tell what it was about him, but I had never felt so hot in my life. My blood was boiling. All I wanted to do was fuck Regan for hours on end.
Regan, meanwhile, seemed different. In my dream, he was wider, hairier, and manlier in every aspect. Even though he wasn’t speaking, I knew his voice was way lower—it was just this feeling of certainty you have in a dream sometimes.
His beard was fuller and nicely cut, and his body hair was almost oozing from his neck, pits, and slightly visible treasure trail. It almost looked unreal, but that did not bother me at all. His stride was impressive, as if he was carrying something heavy around.
Then my eyes wandered down, and I realized how much bigger his bulge was! His cock must have doubled in size over just a few hours.
Regan said, “Look what you did!”
His voice sounded miles away and incredibly close to my ears simultaneously. I couldn’t tell if he was worried or not. I was busy thinking about what to do with his newly grown weapon first.
As he came closer, his magnificent bulge swayed left, right, left, hitting his muscular thighs with soft claps. It appeared to be even bigger the closer he came. My cock reacted accordingly, and I wondered if my pants could withstand the pressure.
“Come on, Kyle!” his rumbling voice echoed through my head. “Isn’t two feet big enough?! Please, man!”
And with that, veins started to appear all over his cotton bulge. Regan’s cock flexed bigger and started pushing against my body, still sitting on the bed. I wasn’t doing anything, but the pulsing of his member became more and more alarming.
“This is my last pair of briefs! Fuck, it’s so tight it hurts!”
He humped my chest, and the oversized jocks ripped into a million pieces. An over-inflated tube of flesh crashed into my chest. I couldn’t believe how big Regan suddenly was. Did I do that?
“What is happening? How can your dick be so big?!”
“You told me to grow bigger!”
Regan clenched his teeth, flexed his muscles, and his cock pinned me down on the bed, swelling thicker and longer in the process. It felt like a tree had buried me under it. The weight on my chest was growing exponentially.
“This is happening because of you!” Regan continued, worried now, but his eyes were closed as if he was close to cumming.
“No, Regan, stop! It’s getting too big!”
“There’s no such thing as too big, you said, Kyle!”
But his cock was. Already six feet in length, it buried me under it, surging even bigger as he started to flex his butt again. As it stretched longer and heavier, I could hear his skin grow accordingly. He widened his stance as his hips repositioned around his thickening third leg. Regan was swelling bigger all over now.
His cock started to grow rapidly now, sneaking through the suite like a monster anaconda, knocking over my bedside table, my suitcases, and the lamp next to us. After a while, the monster became dangerously big, rummaging through the suite, breaking tables, and throwing over sofas. At first, I thought he was done growing when his cock reached ten feet, almost two feet in diameter, but then he just continued to grunt and swell and moan and grow. Regan was rubbing the base of his manliness as if he wanted to force more of his cock to come out and play.
“FUCK, KYLE! STOP IT, STOP MAKING ME BIGGER?!”
“What? I’m not doing anything?!”
I couldn’t tell what was happening. The things I’ve said could not have led to this. The mood in the room changed drastically, and so did the light, it seemed. Suddenly everything was drowning in a shade of red. Regan’s pulsing member looked dangerously big.
“Please! It’s enough!” Regan said again.
I wanted to help him. My mind was racing, and I tried focusing on shrinking him down again, but I realized that I only made things worse. Regan’s whole body was struck by shock when my hands touched his skin. At first, I thought the pain was shaking him, but his groans were far too pleasant.
Then his cock started to grow again. It buried both of us under it as it became 20 feet long. It was becoming as big as a whale now. I wanted to be scared, but all I managed was to become horny.
Regan’s humongous leviathan of manliness trapped us both.
“You always wanted to turn me into a freak, didn’t you?”
“Regan? I didn’t know this would happen.”
“Either way…I’m ready.”
His cock exploded in size. Suddenly my perspective was an outside one, and I was the only witness to his record-breaking growth destroying most of the hotel and surrounding areas. Regan’s dick grew exponentially now, leaving every earthly measure behind. It grew bigger than cities and mountains, bigger than the rivers connecting continents until it bent the earth beneath it. His manliness was going twice around the planet, eventually.
I woke up in a puddle of sweat. Big Caleb was snoring peacefully by my side.
“Maybe I should stop stuffing myself before going to sleep. What the fuck?”
I was still lying in bed trying to make sense of the dream I had last night when Caleb came back from his morning shower. It was the day after his big win, and Caleb was still full of energy (and food, considering the turtle gut he still had.)
He rubbed a towel over his head and tossed it to the ground afterward, together with the bigger one around his hips. He smelled of lilac when he climbed into the bed, his massive weight almost too much for the king-size frame.
That morning, Caleb looked bigger than ever—somewhere between 490 and 520 pounds, depending on the fullness of his sack.
“How is it to share a bed with the biggest man in the world?” Caleb asked me in a cocky tone, his massive balls jiggling between his pumped ham-shaped thighs.
I found his cock without breaking eye contact, and he started to smile as soon as I hardened my grip around him. He was hard in seconds, and his now much larger dick felt amazing in my palm. Eight inches were perfect for his size, even though his rising horniness would soon lead to more growth.
“It’s the best thing in the world, big guy. Gotta be careful now that you don’t crush me under your weight.”
He kissed me, and we started to make out. He shifted part of his weight on top of me, and I couldn’t breathe anymore. That’s what love feels like.
His nuts tried to drown me. The two melon-shaped orbs rested on my face, and I gave them a good rub and gentle kisses. Caleb’s cock reacted accordingly and started leaking the thickest pre I had ever seen. The drops ran down the bulk of his sack.
I fought my way back to freedom, and Caleb bent down as far as he could to give me another kiss. In that position and with all this mass bulging in every direction, he must have almost looked spherical. His chin was buried deep inside his pec cleavage, his neck was pressing against the back of his ears, his shoulders were almost touching his head, his cock was squeezed between his belly, hams, and balls, while his lats pushed out his arms to both sides. Simply put: Everything was colliding all of the time.
“What will you do now that you’ve won as the biggest guy in existence, Mr. Olympia?” I asked him with an imaginary mic in my hand.
“Come back even bigger next year.”
“They will have to roll you on stage, my big boy.”
Caleb grinned, and his cock surged bigger reaching nine inches in length.
“Don’t make me horny, Kyle. You know I cannot control myself when I’m horny.”
“Sounds like you’re slowly becoming the Hulk. The Sexhulk, maybe.”
“Mhhh, I would like to have that title. I mean, just look at me.”
Caleb’s voice had become a mere rumble, and he was harder and harder to understand. I wondered why. I also just realized that around his neck and under his arms were still tanning spray marks from the day before. He couldn’t have reached all the places by himself. He would need an assistant soon.
Caleb started flexing again. His body felt hot, and his cock was leaking huge amounts of clear liquids now while pulsing slightly bigger with every second.
I suddenly remembered where we were when I lost track of the conversation. Caleb had this effect on me.
“Maybe they will give you the role in a future movie. Saves the poor CGI guys some work.”
“You think I’m ready to play him, too?” he groaned.
“Easily.” I found his cock again and rubbed the huge wet torpedo between his thighs. “They might have to come up with a reason for you to be even bigger than the Hulk they know.”
“Fuck, yeah. Damn, Kyle, I love being massive. It’s the best thing in the world. Oh, and you know what? I thought of another thing I have in common with the green giant.”
“What is it?”
“I like smashing too.”
Caleb sat down on the bed, his swollen sack between his legs. I climbed his mountain range of a body and pressed my ass against his throbbing 11-incher.
“We have to hurry before it becomes too big for me.”
“No worries,” he grumbled. “We’ll make it work. Always.”
The first few inches slid in, and I could not only feel Caleb stretching me further open but his cock growing thicker in the process too. Soon my ass was bouncing on top of his sack. Every time my cheeks landed, a spurt of pre was released.
“I cannot wait for you to grow too, Kyle. You know that, right?”
“You guys have already started doing a really good job. My belly is already growing in.”
We stopped riding for a second, and I leaned back. Caleb put his hand on the little tummy. Not noticeable in my clothes but obvious now that I was naked on top of Caleb.
“I’m a pretty horny guy, to begin with …”
“You don’t say, Caleb.”
“… but the thought of growing you bigger makes me want it even more. You’re so hot!”
“You too, big guy. Never stop making me bigger, man. I need it. The feeling of your cock filling me up is the best thing in the world, Caleb.”
I could feel my words making him even hornier. His cock surged bigger within my butt, reaching places never hit before. His thickening shaft kept me on edge, and I focused on breathing for a second.
“How fat do you want me to make you?” Caleb said while moving his slim hips with me on top. I must have felt like nothing on top of him.
“Until you’re happy with my size.”
“Oh, you know that I like my men big.”
“I know, and I love it, Caleb!” I lowered my position again to kiss him. “Come on, big boy, give me that load of yours. Blow me up again.”
Caleb lost his breath as if someone had punched him in the guts. He grabbed my arms and started fucking me like the freak he was.
Forty minutes later, we met the other guys for drinks at the hotel bar. When they saw me and my bloated belly coming, their eyes started to widen already. Meanwhile, I could hear several gallons of fluids slosh inside my swollen gut.
“Looks like Caleb and you had some fun.”
Caleb, dressed in a shirt with no sleeves that was clinging to his frame and some shorts struggling with the size of his balls, nodded happily.
“The three rounds we had were quite fulfilling.”
They ordered drinks for all of us. I got an extra milkshake—a big one, obviously—and as soon as I finished it, they ordered the next one.
They really wanna blow me up!
“Guys, you won’t believe it, but my cock finally caught up with the rest of me,” Caleb bragged in his low voice. He was leaning in so the rest of the bar couldn’t eavesdrop.
“Nice! I was waiting for you to grow a real man’s cock, to be honest! I mean, I love a big king with a modest cock, but still,” Regan laughed. Easy for him to say that.
“How did it happen?”
“No idea. Guess it’s just my growth hormones taking over, hahaha. I don’t mind, though!”
“And how big are we talking?”
“That’s some nice length. Can’t wait to see it in the wild.”
“Well, like the rest of me, it gets a lot bigger in action! But don’t ask me about the max stats. I’ve got no idea. I’ll need some experienced experts to find that out!”
“We still got one last night here. Let’s make it count!”
“Sounds hot! And Caleb, now you’ll need some new posers next year on stage.”
“And they’ll need a bigger stage.”
Everyone laughed at that.
“To Caleb,” Trevor said, raising his glass. “To the biggest stud of them all!”
“To Caleb!” Everyone tuned in.
“Although, technically, I’m the tallest with 7 feet and 2 inches …”
“Shut it, Trevor, hahaha!”
As a reaction, Trevor put the second shake against my lips, and I started drinking with a sly grin between gulps. Following a new instinct, I put my hand against my belly under the shirt. It felt far bigger than last week. But the size wasn’t the only change I could sense. As I grabbed deep into my belly, I felt a wave of hotness wash over me. Then Caleb put his big muscular hand under my shirt and onto my bulging stomach, too, and I almost melted.
“Let’s get our big boy another shake and some beers, maybe,” he said.
Regan was already two steps ahead, running to the bar ordering more stuff, his insane cock bulge pressing against the bar stools in front of him.
It was a hell of a night. I kept on drinking and growing for my big friends. Their comments grew prouder, and their eyes wandered between my belly and my wide open mouth.
I just watched the number of pitchers, glasses, and cups rise on our table. Soon I felt bloated to the absolute limit. One more beer, and I would have exploded, for sure!
Then Caleb whispered into my ear, “I love your gut so fucking much. Seeing you stuff yourself like that is driving me crazy.”
His breath was hot and slow. I could hear how horny he was. A single glance at his crotch confirmed my guess. His balls were swollen with cum already, overflowing, and his cock was growing longer and harder by the second. That beast was well past eight inches already.
Regan, on the other side, came closer now, too. He was a little drunker than Caleb but still hearty and way more hands-on. He grabbed me by my bulge and squeezed hard.
“Does my big boy want another shot?”
“I’m so full, guys. One more glass of anything, and I explode.”
“I wasn’t talking about a drink,” he laughed and continued way too loud, “I fucking need to cum, my balls are full too, man, and you look hot as hell with that gut.”
“Guys! Why are you so fucking horny all of a sudden?” I asked, acting all shocked, even though it was me who told them to stuff me endlessly.
Trevor rose to his feet and lifted his shirt a little, and only for our eyes. His cock had grown out of his pants, reaching past his belly button.
“Maybe we should get back to the hotel room for one last drink.”
Later that evening, I found myself in our hotel bathroom again. I was still sweaty from the several rounds of sex. My body was a wreck, but I also felt better than ever. It was a strange sensation.
While the others slept in a meat pile on our king-size bed, I inspected the damage done today. My belly was massive. In my wildest dreams, I couldn’t have imagined growing as fast as I was. Caleb and the others were so busy stuffing me that my body had trouble keeping up.
My ball belly was more than noticeable now. It finally looked as if my weight would soon become a problem. It felt heavy and created a gut reaching inches beyond my actual waistline. I let it drop on the bathroom counter and enjoyed the slap on the stone surface. It jiggled only a little because it was far too full.
I stepped on the scale again, and the numbers shocked me. 217 pounds of mass—a gain of more than 20 pounds.
And then the weirdest thing happened. My belly rumbled. I felt hungry.
The next morning, we wanted to drive home, but a few problems became apparent as soon as I woke up.
I noticed how big my belly was and that I probably did not lose weight overnight like I usually did. Getting up was a lot more work than it used to be, and my brain immediately started to think of all the weight coming my way and how it would change everything.
I put one of my usual basic shirts on and discovered that a little bit of belly was peeking out over the waistband of my tight jeans. I took a close look at my body in the mirror, and it was a weird feeling. For the first time ever, I felt scared because of my rapid weight gain. But on the other hand, a new wave of hormones hit me and I could feel my dick chub up in my pants. The room between my thighs was shrinking and so my cock felt bigger than ever before.
There wasn’t much time to think about all of this because the next problem was already waking up.
Caleb stretched his body. He yawned without making a sound, scratched the muscle tits pressing against his belly, and then he pushed his legs off the side of the bed to go to the bathroom. We could both hear the tremendous weight of his balls hitting the floor. A dull sloshing sound followed Caleb’s move. He smiled. Overnight, like always, his balls had doubled if not tripled in heft. They were fuller than full and needed to be emptied as soon as possible.
Caleb wanted to drop a cocky comment on his freaky situation, but nothing happened. Not a single sound came from his wide open mouth. His tongue was moving, I could hear the air streaming, but nothing happened.
At first I thought he wanted to play with me, but we soon realized the situation was serious. Caleb had lost his voice.
From the outside I couldn’t see any signs of damage. But it was clear that Caleb’s throat and neck were overly packed with muscles, thick cords strangling his mobility. He couldn’t look in all directions properly anymore, and it would only become worse over time.
Then Trevor entered our hotel suite. He needed to bend down, obviously more than an inch taller than the day before. Except for his height, he still looked fairly normal until he turned around and showed us his enormous ass. It was so big that it had ripped his last dress pants right along the middle seam. He shook his bottom to demonstrate its sheer size and the tear grew even bigger.
I had to laugh until Regan entered our suite behind him.
Regan was a beast of a man. There was no other word for him. He was wider and manlier than Trevor in most aspects. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and so his majestic pumped chest, covered in thick hair, was on full display. Even though I had seen him just hours ago, his beard had grown much fuller without any effort it seemed. Even with his massive muscular and veiny arms (with biceps as big as footballs) hanging by his sides, you could still see the impossible amount of pit hair under them. Regan must have become the most potent man on earth! But the hair wasn’t the only thing pointing in that direction. His face also seemed changed. Sharper, manlier, hotter! His jaw had become simply massive.
My eyes wandered down his hairy abs and adonis’ belt where his package began. Of course Regan still carried the biggest weapon of us all, and while his dick seemed unchanged in length (only a hair short of 20 inches soft!) it had become thicker by a lot! Suddenly his muscle thighs did not seem freakishly massive anymore. The two-liter soda bottle hanging heavy from his loins had declared war on them.
He came closer and my first reaction was trying to lift his pecker. The twenty-pound beast was not only smelling extremely good but the feeling of its weight alone gave me a super hard-on.
“I think we should go home before someone sees us …” Trevor mumbled.
Caleb looked at us as if he wanted to tell us the same thing minutes ago.
We packed our stuff and moved everything to the car waiting for us in the garage below the hotel. Only a few eyes spotted our traveling freak circus.
Especially Caleb had become a problem. Not only was he a five-hundred-pound mountain of a man, but his balls had become way too big for any type of pants. We couldn’t find the time for a jack-off session and so he had to carry them full.
Of course they only swole bigger as we packed the car. Soon they had the size of record-breaking pumpkins. He was spilling pre everywhere and it became hard to focus for him.
He wanted to tell us something but his voice was still gone. Instead he gestured in the direction of his growing cock. It was already ten inches long but only half mast.
“Guys, we need to hurry up and get out of town. Caleb needs to blow a load!”
Caleb pointed at Trevor saying this. He was right.
I was the only one able to drive us. The car seemed to have shrunken while we were away. Seeing the other men squeezed into the rows behind me would have made me laugh on any another day.
“We need to leave now. Just look at Caleb. We cannot let him unload in the car.”
I could see the pain and hornyness rising in Caleb. The bodybuilder’s cock swole bigger every time he breathed in. His body was drowning in hormones, but he kept quiet still. He was suffering in silence. Soon his tongue was sticking out and he started panting like a dog. His cock was fat and angry, pushing beyond fourteen inches already. Why did I command him to grow his cock too?!
“Don’t cum now, dude,” Regan reminded him. “Don’t destroy our only way home.”
And then I had an idea!
“One last stop before we head home. It’s going to be a quick one, I promise.”
The silent Caleb looked at me as if I had slapped him in the face.
Only fifteen minutes later I found myself alone in the big Theater where everything had begun one year ago. I had left the other guys in the car and told them to try calming Caleb down a little.
In the middle of the day, the theater was empty and only a few people cleaned up the last remnants of last night’s show.
“Where’s the hypnotist?” I asked one lady from the service. She nodded in the direction of the backstage.
I jumped behind the curtain and followed the stairs down to the dimly lit office.
“Show starts at Seven,” a bored voice greeted me.
“Sorry, but I’m not here for the show. But it’s really important!”
He looked up and his eyes widened in surprise.
“You? What are you doing here?!”
“You remember me?”
“Of course! Last season! You were that wimp visiting my show together with your hunk of a boyfriend!”
I would just ignore the part about the wimp for now. Before I could say anything, the illusionist continued with furled brows, “seems like you’ve let yourself go ever since.”
I looked down and saw my belly hanging slightly out of my shirt. I pulled my top down but it just rolled up again seconds later.
“That’s not why I’m here. Well, at least not only. That day, one year ago, you hypnotized my three friends!”
“I did, yes, and?”
“It’s still at work! I mean, I can still control them! Every time I say the magic words you invented, they follow my command.”
The illusionist was confused. He couldn’t understand what I was saying.
“I can make them do anything I want! Even stuff that should be impossible! You probably wouldn’t even recognise them anymore!”
“Sorry, but I don’t understand.”
“You have to come with me and lift whatever spell you put on them. They are growing beyond anything a human body should experience. They have the time of their life’s, but I don’t know how long it will last if they continue growing like that.”
It was the first time that I accepted the reality of my new life. We needed help.
But then the man in front of me just made a face as if I had told him the most made-up story in existence. Fuck, he wasn’t believing me.
I grabbed him by his arm and started pulling him out of the room. He freed himself easily.
“What the fuck, no! Stop it! I’m not coming with you! Are you crazy?! Stop lying, why are you here?!”
“Fuck, I just told you!”
And then I remembered Caleb’s win on stage only days ago. I googled it and showed him the picture of Caleb on stage. The photographer accentuated Caleb’s bulge nicely. He looked magnificent.
At first, the illusionist did not recognise my friend in the picture. Then his eyes brightened up.
“Is this your friend from…?!”
“This is what I’m trying to tell you! Listen! You have to lift the spell.”
The man’s eyes flickered left, right, left. Something about his appearance started to fade. Suddenly he wasn’t this magnificent stage persona anymore. He was just a man in a cheap suit.
“That’s impossible,” he said. “You can’t hypnotize people for that long. It doesn’t work like that. Sure, you can try adapting a subject’s behavior for longer periods of time, make them quit smoking, stuff like that, but what you’re describing is mindlessness. I … I didn’t do that. I can’t do that.”
“Then tell me what’s happening to my friends?”
The silence was deafening.
He did not know.
I cannot tell you how the thousand puzzle pieces in my head suddenly fell into place. Maybe it was the revelation by the hypnotist, maybe his shabby shadow of a man standing in front of me – or maybe I knew it all along. Deep down inside of me.
There was only one way to find out.
I said in my strongest voice possible, “I think you should undress.”
The illusionist’s eyes changed color for a split second. And then he started to undo his buttons.
While I was in the Theater learning about my ability to hypnotise every living human being, the guys waited for me in the car.
Regan and Trevor exchanged some worried looks.
Caleb was getting hornier and hornier, and they couldn’t think of a way to calm him down.
Trevor’s eyes were glued to the cock between Caleb’s impossible ham-shaped thighs. It was bloated and heavy, pulsing a fraction of an inch bigger every few seconds.
“If he cums inside here, we’ll have to clean the car for hours.”
“If it survives the impact, that is. I’ve seen this big boy shoot his load,” Regan answered and gave Caleb’s bag a proud clap. “His loads have the strength of a shotgun!”
“Guys! You have to help me!”
Caleb was begging for his life. The pressure inside his balls was unimaginable. They were so overly inflated that they got stuck in the legroom between seats. Instead of growing bigger, they started ejecting more pre now. Caleb’s pants were already soaked, and so was his shirt.
Regan smiled and looked at Trevor.
“I think the only way to handle this situation is to take his dick like a gentleman, haha.”
“Jeez, have you seen that thing?”
Trevor pointed at the pre-spitting torpedo flexing in front of them. Caleb’s schlong was incredibly muscular and thick, like a grown man’s thigh. Three veins were visible, making the cock bigger and bigger by the second. The dick’s head was bigger than an orange and glistened in the garage’s weak light.
Regan lifted his shirt a little to reveal the monster he was wearing underneath. It ended somewhere between his pecs.
“Mine is still bigger…just saying. Anyway, just try it! Your ass is built for this!”
Regan was right. Trevor’s ass has been swelling these last few days uncontrollably. Even now, sitting down, he could feel how massive it was, and that one seat in the car was enough to hold him anymore.
It was a mess, but he managed to remove his pants in the crowded SUV, climbed over the line of seats and found a new place right in front of Caleb’s massive mountain range of a body.
“Fuck, buddy. You’re even bigger up close.”
“Don’t….you’ll only make me bigger,” Caleb whispered.
He engulfed Trevor’s cheeks with his big paws and squeezed them well.
“Mhhhh, what an ass. I wonder…?”
Trevor found out immediately what Caleb was wondering. He could feel the wet tip of his friend’s cock pressing against his hole with force.
Caleb began to breathe faster. Rubbing against his buddy was almost enough to make him cum already.
“Come on, big guy. Use me!”
Caleb did not need to hear this twice. He encompassed Trevor’s body with his powerful arms and squeezed him tight like an anaconda fighting for its life. Then he started to press his cock into Trevor’s ass. After only a few inches, the head was inside, and Trevor needed a short break.
“Fuck, this would be easier if you still had your tiny bodybuilder dick.”
Panting heavier, Caleb felt a little embarrassed by his unmanageable size. The fact that they had this problem only because of him, his size, and his libido was insane.
“I’m so sorry for being such a massive monster, guys! And for having this humongous cock! I don’t know what’s happening. I just cannot stop growing. I swell bigger and bigger and don’t know how to stop.”
Trevor wanted to apologise for his remark, but then he felt Caleb’s dick swell inside him. His words were only making him hornier.
Caleb continued, “Every day, I wake up with bigger arms, bigger chest, a harder gut, an even more massive ass, and an embarrassingly large set of balls producing way too much cum! And now my cock started growing too! Bigger than anything I could have dreamed of. It’s getting harder and harder to handle, growing more useless every day until I’ll be this unmovable object! This mountain of a man that cannot move anymore, with a cock bigger than this car!”
With clenched teeth, Trevor accepted more inches of Caleb’s still-growing shaft. When his bodybuilder friend half-impaled him, they reached a sudden halt. Trevor’s belly was bulging out from Caleb’s cock, and they both saw it simultaneously. Trevor only needed to look down; Caleb almost missed it because of his inflated pecs.
“Is that my cock?!” Caleb asked with a shaking voice.
“Fuck, it is! You’ve grown massive!”
“Oh fuck, Trev! I’m sorry!”
He held his friend down and in position to cum without warning. Experiencing the true size of his dick catapulted Caleb over the edge immediately, and his balls started ejecting everything they had! The wads were visible, too, deforming Trevor’s belly further, inflating him in no time.
A lot of cum started dripping out of his ass, but the situation was under control.
Regan watched the two of them with his massive hyper cock in his hands. Soon he bent down and took his length in his mouth. He started cumming, too but did not waste a single drop of it.
Caleb continued his climax. He could feel Trevor’s body feeling heavy in his arms. He lifted him slightly by his ass again, but his cheeks felt so much fuller all of a sudden. The fat ass was shaking within his grip and his hands sunk deep into the softness.
The more cum he pumped into Trevor, the bigger his ass inflated. The jockstrap he had been wearing throughout the sessions snapped in two places at once and the two globes sunk deeper into Caleb’s hands.
“What’s going on?! How are you so thick suddenly?!”
“I’m not doing anything! Fuck!! Are you still coming?! I’m so fucking full.”
Trevor’s ass was pressing against the seats behind him now. He was trapped between them and Caleb’s body. Caleb’s balls, on the other hand, were finally free again. They had swollen down over the last couple of minutes.
Caleb was out of breath and sweating as if he had just left the competition stage again. He reclined and put his arms over the headrests to both sides.
Trevor fought his way out of the car. Luckily no one was around to see him. His humongous, filled ass got stuck in the door for a second and wobbled into freedom shortly after.
“Jeez, what have you done to me?”
Regan leaned out of the car and bit his lip when he saw Trev’s inflated bottom.
“That thing looks big enough even for a cock like mine.”
Trevor saw the glow in Regan’s eyes.
I returned from my meeting with the magician with a lot of news, but they had to wait. I found Trevor leaning over our car with a big and hairy Regan behind him. Regan had a big, wonderful smile on his face. His hands rested on Trevor’s gigantic ass, and he enjoyed sliding into him very slowly.
“I always wanted to fuck an ass this big! An ex of mine had a huge one. But yours is truly oversized in comparison!”
“Gimme all you got!”
With a full-on erection, I watched Regan fuck Trevor right on top of our car. No one of us paid any attention to possible viewers passing by.
Regan thrust deeper until he was all in. All 26 inches were buried deep into Trevor’s ass.
“Fuck!” the bottom screamed, and we could feel it all.
“I haven’t been balls-deep into someone for a while! Especially not in Someone with an ass like yours, fuhuuck, this is amazing.”
He slammed into Trevor at a high pace, making his whole body jiggle like pudding. Watching the 6’3” tall Regan fucking the 8 feet tall Trevor and his inflated ass made me cum in my pants too. All I needed to do was a few quick jerks through the fabric of my jeans.
Regan tamed the giant and started to cum seconds later.
In the end, he rested his body on Trev’s and whispered into his ear, “I hope you’re not finished growing, big guy. You know I have a thing for tall guys with huge asses.”
With a tired but happy smile, Trevor said, “You don’t say?”
Author’s note: ACAB, but I had the morph up my sleeve for years now, so …
ONE YEAR LATER
I woke up and heard the birds in front of my window. After a little stretch, I sat up and discovered that the sun was all up already. My phone told me it was almost noon. I slept in without planning it, which happened regularly in my new life.
Before we get into what has changed beyond the walls of my room—and I think you’re not ready for it—it’s probably best to give you an update on me and my body.
I removed the thick blanket to reveal a big, jiggling belly. With a smile, I grabbed it and gave it a little shake. It felt soft and solid at the same time, and the sound of it shaking was intoxicating. It made me hungry immediately.
I was only wearing boxer briefs to sleep; they were too old and tight, to begin with. After getting up, I took a closer look at them and admired how my fatter ass was filling them to the brim with my big belly hanging over my bulge in the front.
“Slowly getting there,” I said, patting my stomach.
In the bathroom, the scale displayed a lovely 308 pounds—I was always at my lightest in the morning. On the counter next to the shower was an open box of biscuits Caleb had left there for me. I grabbed a few and started eating while the shower was heating up.
Twenty-five minutes later, I arrived in our shared kitchen wearing a pair of well-worn shorts I loved on me the last few weeks of the summer and a shirt I had outgrown months ago. My ball belly was peeking out, and I loved how I had to pull the shirt down all the time. Part of my treasure trail was always visible to the world these days.
I opened the top of the blender and started preparing things for a delicious gainer shake. Cream, full milk, some ice cream, peanut butter, a splash of oil, weight gainer, pinch of salt, and a few berries. The big glass pitcher changed colours as I ground everything to a thick shake. I took the heavy thing in both hands and started chugging. Within minutes, I climbed from 308 pounds to 311 pounds while my belly stretched to its proper proportions. The shirt became even tighter, and I loved how it hugged my arms and chest these days. The stretch marks on my belly looked nice and bigger every day!
As I was finishing up, a big burp fought its way out.
“Nothing beats a heavy breakfast!”
On my way out of the kitchen, I grabbed a huge hand of peanut m&m, always waiting for me on the side counter. I started snacking while packing everything for the gym.
The world outside our flat differed from everything you’ve heard up until now. See, I did not waste a minute after our return from Las Vegas a year ago. I went straight to work!
I started hypnotising almost everyone I met until the town seemed to change and bend under my will. After all, I was using my abilities to full effect! I reprogrammed life as we know it to become this endless summer, a dream you never want to wake up from.
To get everyone on board for my unfolding plans for a better future, I recorded sessions with the local news program and televised them throughout the city until everyone heard my message.
“I think you will be able to transform into the body you always (secretly) wanted without any second doubts.” This was part of what I told them; the city started changing quickly. I created a safe zone where everyone could become the best version of themselves without being judged by others. Public nudity, for example, wasn’t a problem anymore. People started to embrace it.
Suddenly, men tended to be bigger, no matter where you looked. Almost all wanted to grow taller, so the average became 6’5” in weeks! But some stayed shorter or shrank even smaller! Whatever you wanted—because of my words, it was possible.
On my way to the gym, I passed a police car with two officers leaning against it. One of them was jacked to the absolute limit. Seven-and-a-half feet tall, his uniform was beyond skin-tight. It almost looked painted on, and I could also see a special weapon resting close to his left knee!
His colleague, on the other hand, was the perfect cliché of a fat cop. You just knew that he had a box of doughnuts close by at all times! He was far bigger than me, maybe even 600 pounds and his uniform was stuffed to the absolute limit. The buttons in the front were not all holding up, and so his big belly was pressing outward against his car.
Seeing him made me hungry and eager to grow. I wish I could hypnotise myself to grow faster, but thankfully I was the only one who had to achieve his dreams the hard way in this town. I would probably weigh over a thousand pounds if I could transform myself, too.
But enough of that. It was time for the gym.
Seeing all these beautiful people on the ground floor of the gym always warmed my heart. Before I got my powers, I had only been here for two, maybe three times with Caleb and Regan, feeling small, incompetent, and watched by everyone. But now I felt safe, and I exercised two times a week. Sometimes eating was getting in the way lately, but the commitment was still going strong!
I checked in at the bar and got a big shake on the house to begin my training. The jug looked huge in my hand, and I was proud of my idea to introduce a bigger shake weeks ago. Also, I did not have to pay for it … or anything anymore, to be honest. I was kinda the mayor of this town now, getting everything I ever wanted.
Seeing all the guys flexing and pumping in their grey sweatpants made me realise again that the body height wasn’t the only thing with a new bump in average. By allowing every man to grow as they wanted to, bulges kept getting bigger over the last couple of months. That’s why you saw insane packages moving like jello no matter where you looked.
From the smallest twink doing kettlebell squats to the biggest guy in the room doing hammer curls with 70 pounds weights: almost everyone had a big bulge weighing down their crotch. What was interesting to see: everyone grew continuously. They saw their gym buddies with a bigger dick and, bang, their own junk inflated over the next weeks! Just like Regan’s a year ago. Then they saw another stranger under the gym showers, hung like a horse, and their cock felt too small again all of a sudden. Boom, their body started providing more growth hormones immediately.
It was good to see that more and more people stopped growing, finally happy with their enormous size. Others continued and would not stop in the foreseeable future. Just like Regan.
From what I’ve seen, the average penis size in the gym (and probably also in town) went from 4.5 inches to almost eleven inches soft! This answers the question of how big men would like their penis to be if they had a choice.
It was also interesting to see, how different people liked their dick’s shape. Most of the bigger, bodybuilder type of guys sported hella thick cocks with big veins, almost all of them cut. They also tended to be shower instead of grower. Maybe to accentuate their bulges on stage? They were hung above the new average, but of course they needed to grow everything proportionally. Speaking of: their balls were huge, too, but in a tight sack! No low hangers for my big guys. They like everything to bulge as big as possible.
Some of the younger men in the gym loved the freakish proportions. Their muscle mass was decent but not worth a trophy by a long shot. Their cocks on the other hand?! Enormous! And growers too! These guys loved having fun under the showers or in the sauna where their cocks could reach full mast in the hands of the other men. Uncut, their big cock heads got revealed by the hands caressing them. One of the most erotic things I had ever seen.
Today, such a group enjoyed each other’s presence in the changing room. Three guys, two brunettes and one blonde, chatting naked with their cocks hanging wet and heavy between their shins. A minute later, one of them started milking the friend standing next to him, and soon their lips were all interlocked. Their dicks began inflating, and it was like six guys making out instead of three; this is how big their dicks grew.
Then Rafael entered the locker room, and suddenly everyone went quiet. He was one of the biggest guys in the gym, a walking tank in skimpy clothes. And from what I’ve seen, Rafael was also one of the kinkier dudes around. While he had focused all his growth to his muscles and general width to become this 450-pound mountain with over-inflated pecs, basketball-sized biceps, bloated roid gut, tree-trunk-wide legs, and a galactic fat ass, his cock and balls were laughable small! He loved being fucked by guys with cocks a hundred times larger than his while talking about his mass and how tiny his package was. He wanted people to point out his lack in size down below.
The three guys standing close to me knew this, too. They immediately greeted him, their cocks pressing against his marvellous frame.
You could see Rafael’s tiny tent in his lycra shorts. This is what he came for. Rafael removed his small pants in a swift motion, his pecs colliding with his face, and he pulled out the insane plug he had up his bottom. The fake penis hit the ground with a loud thud. He came prepared.
I thought about watching them for a second, but my shake was empty. Time for another one. I would probably meet Rafael again outside, then with a huge inflated cum gut.
At the open weight space, I met the other muscle heads and started to chat a little. Every single one of these guys was living in the gym nowadays. While talking, I saw them scanning my big belly, peeking out between my shirt and shorts. And who would judge them? I looked extremely hot with my new weight. From time to time, I let some of them feed me. They enjoyed seeing me swell by their hand. And I loved to worship big guys even though I had the biggest one, Caleb, at home.
Sweat dripped down their bodies while they moved tons of steel through the gym. Every day, their workout became a bit harder due to the increasing size of their bodies. The most ambitious bodybuilders couldn’t use most of the machines anymore. They were too strong for the max weight and too wide to fit into the tiny seats. Hell, some of these guys had packages big enough to fill the space of a squat rack.
I had to order heavier weights and extra strong barbells to withstand the hundreds of pounds so they could continue their training. Some of these items had to be custom-made.
Tim, one of the medium-sized guys (just 400 pounds of mass) dropped his dumbbells and waddled over to me. He was a pretty hairy guy. It looked like Tim was carrying a carpet of thick black hair on his chest, oozing out of his tank top. He grabbed my belly and smiled.
“Looks like someone has been eating well lately. The last time I saw you, you were 20 pounds lighter. Maybe even more. But it suits you, big guy.”
“Thanks, man. Doing my best.” I couldn’t help myself; I blushed a little.
Tim looked around to see if someone was watching. Everyone was, but he decided to go on nevertheless. “Think you need some extra protein?”
“Oh?! From you, handsome? Always!”
Between racks and shelves filled with dumbbells, I went to my knees, my belly squishing between my thighs. He lowered his gym shorts to reveal an equally full bush of pubes he had to trim every third day. Below a beercan-thick cock hung a set of basketball-sized nuts. They looked ripe for milking, that was for sure. I opened wide and tried pushing down as much of him as possible. Tim was finding hold on a machine close by. His knees started to shake, and I could feel his big cock head inflating within my mouth. His sack bounced against my chest, and his balls began rising. Tim’s breathing grew faster, and his whole muscular body started contracting. He pressed my face into his bush and the rest of his monster down my throat. Grunting like an animal, he started to cum, and I could feel my belly filling up with his hot jizz. Larger it swole until my shirt looked more like a crop top. Tim pulled his cock out, and it almost got stuck in my mouth because his head was still heavily inflated. Still enjoying the fullness he gave me, I marvelled at the fat mushroom head in front of me. Tim’s balls had not deflated one bit.
Tim continued his training without saying much as if nothing had happened. Another guy with an even bigger bulge in his shorts appeared in front of me. It was clear that he was wearing some very elastic jockstraps. The base of his cock was showing.
“Got more room?” he asked me and revealed his package.
It seemed like I would have another successful day at the gym without lifting weights.
One hour and five guys later, I was almost too full to walk properly. I held my engorged belly as if I was pregnant.
“Sorry, guys, but I cannot take another load. I have to go now … my boyfriend is waiting for me.”
On my way out, I ordered another shake to go. Just to make sure.
On my way back home again, I made myself horny just by walking. I could feel my own weight with every step! Something about your tits moving and your belly swinging while you waddle down the street is so nice that it’s hard to find words for it. Under my arm, I was carrying a pack of doughnuts, munching them down one after the other, wiping the sugar dust off my shirt.
Soon, I passed my favourite ice cream place, but not without grabbing my usual order for us. A triple cream peanut butter mix for me and a protein blend for Caleb. I don’t know how he was eating this special recipe because it was basically cement that tasted vaguely like strawberry, but he loved it. He had a gallon of it every week, and the results (not really caused by the ice cream, but anyway) spoke for themself.
The owner of the ice cream shop was a huge bear of a man. While his look could be described as intimidating to strangers, he was one of the cutest men I knew. He just had a severe case of resting-bitch-face. And the huge beard wasn’t helping either.
Within the last year, I happily watched him grow from his former teddy bear era into the fully-grown grizzly he was. This dude was almost eight feet tall and too broad for his shop. He was carrying his big ice containers around like nothing and I admired his insanely thick forearms while he help other customers out. His muscular arms peeked out of his flannel; they were veiny, hairy, and thicker than my thighs, blowing up bigger with every move of his. His pecs were too big to button up his shirt, and his tight muscle gut rubbed against the counter! For a second, I imagined him grinding me like that—I needed to leave before he could see the tent in my shorts!
With the big tubs under my arms, I made it home just in time to see Caleb finishing up his shower. Because of his size (and our old flat wasn’t big enough for four men growing as extremely as us), we had to move months ago. Now it was just Caleb and me, but Regan and Trevor were at our place almost daily. But with Trevor’s height and Regan’s “size problems,” it was easier for them to have their own flat.
But enough of them, back to us.
I put the tubs in the freezer and stared in awe as Caleb came out of the custom-built bathroom big enough to handle a man his size. And fuck, I think I will never be able to get used to the view. Caleb was and will always be the hottest person to me on this planet. And the bigger he got, the bigger his power over me became.
He slowly squeezed himself through the double door leading to our bathroom. He was panting and grunting—I even thought he was stuck again for a second—but then he slowly freed himself from the frame. I was immediately horny and thought about widening the doors in our flat again.
The stream of his laboured breathing blew the remaining droplets off his chest. His shower had been so hot that mist was rising from his body.
Caleb was perfectly aware that he wasn’t human anymore and loved it. He needed to be this freak of a man, always growing and pumping, too big for his own good and unable to stop! He actually loved all the inconveniences. If anything, they made him even more eager to grow even more gigantic.
Caleb was wide. This was the first thing you realised when you saw him nowadays. His width was bigger than most men’s height, and because he still was barely 6 feet tall, he was already wider than that. Some might compare his physique to a god, while others would say he looked like an uber-inflated muscle balloon. He loved hearing both versions. The freakier, the better.
Within the last year, Caleb had put on an insane amount of weight! Nothing could stop him. Every time I tried to measure his stats over the last couple of months, the numbers did go up. His biceps doubled, then tripled in size, while his triceps started hanging down from his bloated arms, unable to bend like they used to. His back grew fatter with muscle mass until his arms got stuck and couldn’t hang down properly anymore. This was also caused by the gym balls he called his pecs, resting above a wall of perfect abs—14 in total, no idea when that happened. His nipples were nice and thick, and he loved it when people played with them in the gym sauna.
Caleb was mass on mass on mass. Between his perfectly round shoulders, which had the size of prize-winning Halloween pumpkins, rested his head. Squeezed tightly from all sides, he was slowly losing more of his field of vision. Every time he bumped into something, he became a little hornier because it meant his eyes could see less of the world and more of his mass. When he flexed in a double biceps pose these days, his shoulders and biceps rose way above his head and threatened to crush his skull. He could actually feel the peaks of his own arms with his hands while flexing, making his cock wake up immediately.
Even thicker than his arms were his legs, of course. One of his hams was heavier than my entire body. I was curious how long he could carry that body of his, but the doctors say his joints and bones are in perfect health! To Caleb, this sounded like: Good to grow!
One of the best things in the world was falling asleep between his massive quads. There was just so much muscle meat on them to cuddle … or fuck! I highly enjoyed rubbing my cock against his thighs until I came, and from the sounds he made, he wanted it never to end too.
Of course, his bodybuilder balls (as he liked to call them) had grown, too, within the last years, as did his cock. After all, he could grow as he wanted to after I cast my spell over the whole city. And so his balls were the same size as our double-door fridge, dragging behind him in a hot sack most of the time, getting stuck occasionally. His prick was a two-foot fatty constantly leaking, especially at the gym. And Caleb could still grow beyond two feet when getting horny, so our date nights were always a sight to remember!
What surprised me after I blessed him with all the growing-gifts, was that his face started to change too. Every aspect of him was growing more muscular nowadays. His jaw was wide and freakishly packed with muscles, as if he was chewing all day like a bull. When I climbed his body, and he took me into his wide open mouth, I saw him working my full length with all his power, his cheeks blushing and colliding with his shoulders, his cut jaw pressing into his chest. Seeing this, made me cum instantly.
Caleb realised I was home when he pressed his chin into his chest to see what was right before him. Me with my belly peeking out of my shirt.
“Look who’s back,” he mumbled happily. He got his voice back after his neck muscles stopped bumping into his vocal cords, but his voice had become way deeper since the incident. “Looks like the gym was a huge success!”
He came closer with booming steps and grabbed my love handle like the proud encourager he was.
As much as I wanted Caleb to gain more muscles, he wanted me to become fatter. I was happy to fulfil all his wishes.
I grabbed the ice from the freezer and planted my ass on our couch. You could see where Caleb used to sit. There was a big dent in the sofa there.
Caleb was standing naked right in front of me. The over-a-1000-pounds body was radiating with heat, the keg of a cock pressing into my belly.
“I think my big man actually still looks hungry. Did they not serve enough shakes at the gym?” He said, opening the big tub. His pecs jiggled heavily doing so.
I felt intrigued but super stuffed at the same time. I had been doing nothing but eating all day!
“Actually, I already had like 10,000 calories … but you know the new me. Always room for more.”
“That’s right,” he said. He could hardly see me over his gigantic breast muscles, but I could still recognise him smiling.
He put one of his thick fingers into the tub, glided through the creamy bed of ice cream, and brought the scoop to my lips. I sucked them clean, and Caleb had to giggle a little.
“That’s my boy. Want more?”
An hour later, I was lying on top of my big-ass boyfriend on our living room floor, bloated to the absolute max. My head rested between his pecs, and Caleb’s hands caressed my belly in soft motions, kneading it now and then.
“How heavy are you now, Kyle? You feel so good and big in my hands.”
His voice was vibrating through me.
“308 pounds last time I measured. But now? Over 312 pounds for sure!”
“You can carry it so well! I’ve never seen anyone looking so good gaining. From your belly to your ass, to your tits and thighs: perfection.”
“I wish I could grow faster! Just like you and the other guys in town.”
“I like it that way,” Caleb whispers. “Gives us more time to enjoy the steps along the way, big boy.”
“I think I should be the one calling you big boy after all. My little muscle freak.”
“Oh, don’t make me horny. You know how easy it is after I fed you.”
“Oh, I know. And this body of mine, every single pound of it, is the proof. I can already feel my body transforming the ice cream into mass. Making me heavier in your arms.”
He grabbed my belly and ass. Even with hands as big as his, there was much to hold on to.
“Fuck, I can feel it too.”
“Being fed by the biggest muscle head in the country is the best feeling in the world, and I never want it to end. If I could, I would outweigh you one day, but I guess we’ll keep growing like this forever … even though you’ve already become the freakiest muscle blimp on earth!”
Caleb’s hard prick grew longer and thicker, lifted its unimaginable weight into the air, and landed on top of me on his chest. I welcomed it with open arms. The cock on top of me was hard as a steel beam and as wide as my hips. It weighed dozens of pounds, and I could perfectly grind my hardness against it. Precum leaked from the basketball-sized head right onto me. I rubbed the beast with both arms while Caleb started moaning in pleasure.
“I feel bigger every single day lately,” he groans.
“I think you’ve never grown faster! I remember you on stage weighing only 400 pounds like yesterday, with your big balls hanging out!”
I looked down between our legs and spotted Caleb’s inflating balls. The two bean bags swole bigger as he approached climax.
“I think your testicles are ten times as big as they were back then! Biggest set in the world, producing enough cum to fill reservoirs. My big man!”
Caleb wasn’t able to reach me or his cock anymore. Due to his wiggling, his muscles had inflated too much to bring his arms together. Instead, he was slowly drowning in his pre running down his pecs and into his face. But he still flexed because the sensation was only growing stronger, like him. His arms rubbed against his back and chest, and his legs squeezed his inflating ball sack. His cock was approaching four feet in length! I couldn’t believe it! It rarely grew this big!
“Remember the last time you were able to take the big lift at the mall?” I teased him. “Well, not really, right? You got stuck immediately, and we had to get oil and some manpower to get you out of there! And all of that while you got horny because you outgrew another lift in town—the last one, by the way. But I don’t know if we would have been able to get you out without the help of your precum, you know?”
His cock stretched a couple of inches longer, way above his small head.
“In the end, you flexed so hard that the cubicle around you started deforming. Hell, the pressure of your balls alone was big enough to deform the metal walls. You looked so huge and pumped that day, big guy! Everyone watching you flex yourself out of that lift instantly fell in love with you and your mass instantly!”
I was trapped between his swollen, sweaty pecs. Caleb was humping like a maniac; every word of mine could push him over the edge now. And even though my belly hurt and I was full to the brim, I freed myself—my hard cock pressing up against my belly.
Then we were eye to eye, and I could look directly into his muscle-inflated face.
“I want you to help me become as heavy as you, Caleb! You want it; I want it; it’s only a matter of time. Inflate me!”
And with surprising power, he heaved himself up from the ground, pushing me onto his standing cock until I was trapped.
“Fuck, yes!” He growled.
He flexed his pecs and pushed my face into his cockhead. Cum started flooding all over me, filling my mouth again and again! My belly started to swell further, growing red and angry. I encompassed it from both sides and felt it inflating heavily. Caleb moaned and flexed. He made me drink all of it. The force was so strong that there was no need to swallow. I was his pet, and he was my master.
And so I grew … and grew … and grew.
While Caleb and I had fun at home, Regan was on his way to the gym on the other side of town. For most men it would have been a ten minute walk or a three minute drive, but for Regan it had become an adventure. The reason for this became obvious as soon as you saw Regan and what happened to his body over the last year.
When we left Vegas a year ago, Regan had the biggest cock in the whole country. Soft it measured 18 inches, almost touching his knees with a weight comparable to that of a juice ripe watermelon. Hard, his length was over 25 inches, reaching up to his collarbone! He could give it a little kiss, just like that. Or ram the whole damn thing down his throat until there was no room left to fill anymore.
Back then I had taught him to be proud of his member. To carry it like the greatest thing in the world—which it was, lol.
Obviously it did not stop there. As soon as Regan had the power to grow as much as he wanted to, he used it like everyone else in town. And so he ordered some custom-made pants and several suspenders and went to work to test out his limits. And he was eager, to say the least. He wanted to grow bigger than anyone else.
First, the changes were rather subtle, if you could describe it like that. The print of his cock head in his jeans became more pronounced and seemed to reach further down day by day. Then his prick seemed to gain mass like me all of a sudden. It swole thicker dangerously fast and filled his pouch up at lightning speed.
One day his bulge looked so gigantic, only held up and together by his suspenders, that I asked him for a little show. I wanted to know what was going on in his pants. He just grinned and started opening his buttons.
“It finally feels like I’m getting the kind of puberty I always hoped for as a teenager!”
“You always had been massive!”
“Yeah, but not as big as I wanted to!”
Regan did not only reveal a massive bush that fit his muscular body and manly attitude well, but an endowment the likes I’ve never seen before! It turned out that he wished for a gargantuan grower™! He was so tired of having this cock that only grew a feet in length when aroused. Regan wanted more and his wish was granted greatly!
The fat base of his cock was now crowned by something like a thick sheath with over two feet of cock hanging out in its softest state. I touched his new base and learned that you could get lost in there—it was so nice, warm, and squishy. The amount of foreskin promised something big. I had no idea how the wish to grow a cock like that came to his mind. Months later he would show me photos of siliconed cocks and suddenly everything made much more sense.
The cock itself looked fattened too, I saw then. Gone was the once muscular prick he had, but that would change soon, he told me with a devilish smile.
I went to my knees and grabbed the two liter bottle thick dick with both hands. As soon as I stuck my tongue into the thickened foreskin, Regan started moaning and leaking. In no time, my whole lap was drowning in his pre and there was still more to come.
He looked down at me, his big beard merging with the thick hair on his pecs.
“Ready for a real man’s cock?”
“Show me what you’ve grown, Regan.”
Honestly, I wasn’t ready for what he was capable of now.
Regan widened his stance, and while I was still busy sucking his inflated cock head, his body started to grow a massive schlong out of thin air! It was almost like it snaked out of his sheath! I was struggling to understand how he did that while he laughed loudly.
“See? This is how much everyone should be packing.”
His cock grew. Fatter, longer, thicker and more toned! While it doubled in thickness, becoming wider than my shoulders were, the previous softness melted away and the well-known muscularity returned. The schlong hit the ground hard and continued to grow from there.
“Fuck, what a grower you’ve become!”
“Hot, isn’t it?”
His schlong buried me! Seven feet in length and there was still more coming! He laid himself on top of me, his inhuman cock between us, and started humping the shit out of me, while his cock was still blowing up bigger. Only seconds before I came (just because of his astronomical weight on top of me), he got up and so did his steel-hard dick!
That thing reached from wall to wall! Nine feet in total and bobbing up and down with every heartbeat of his.
“You know what the guys in the gym are doing with this monster of mine lately?”
“They fuck it.”
I accepted his invite immediately and it felt amazing! I inserted my own cock into his and felt the tightness gripping me. The sensation was similar to a handjob—the best handjob I ever received! I fucked Regan’s cock and he fucked me in return until we flooded the whole place with cum!
But Regan wasn’t done after that. The mega grower was only one step on his way to grow the most massive prick in the whole world it seemed! Again and again, he changed his mind on how massive he wanted to become and how his dick locked and worked. One month he had a tiny softy all of a sudden, that grew ten thousand percent in size, getting hard. Then he started having the biggest shower™ in history! (Something that proved unhandy in an instant.)
Another time he was focusing on his balls and made them swell with copious amounts of milk, trying to fill me up every time we saw each other. We all happily realized that there were no limits to our bodies anymore.
In the end he got inspired by the dudes in the gym carrying more than just one cock.
“I don’t know why it took me so long to realize that. Why have one massive dong when you can have two.”
“Or more!” Caleb joked, shrugging his mountain range shoulders.
Regan’s eyes grew wider. He really wasn’t the fastest thinker in our cozy group.
“Yeah! Or more!”
Back to the present.
Walking down the pavement, Regan was a sight to behold.
Only because of his extra-strong suspenders, he was capable of wearing the pants he wanted to fill out. These custom designs used twenty times the amount of fabric used for a normal pair of jeans. He paraded the bulge of a god around.
And so he wobbled to the gym! His pants filled with multiple huge cocks capable of growing many times their original length and balls big enough to sit comfortably on.
At the gym, the first thing he always did was stripping down. To be honest with you: To Regan the gym wasn’t about lifting anymore, really. To him it had become a temple of sex where he could practice his beliefs in the way he wanted to. His pants were gone and his mega cocks hit the ground with loud thuds! He had three soft cocks in total, two next to each other and one in between and above.
This is how his session usually started these days: completely naked and already dripping pre in excitement of what was to come. At the gym he has become an institution and everyone knows what needs to be done. They happily oblige.
While Regan finds a place on a bench with dumbbells in each hand, others come together around his feet and start to worship his cocks. The pricks grow in response so that more and more men can join in on the fun! When Regan’s three massive cocks reach the ten feet mark, the dudes in the gym start pushing their feet-longs in for a hot and gentle fuck. The spongy cock heads grow bigger around their pricks, tighten up and give them the best fuck you can imagine.
As Regan clenches his teeth, sweat dripping, he pushes out another ten reps for the ultimate chest pump! And while his pecs surge bigger and bigger, his cocks finally enter the hyper stage! Gaining over 30 feet in length, they grow to truly majestic proportions, redecorating the gym in the process! The three truck-sized schlongs don’t have to wait long to get served, luckily! Some of the boldest (and horniest) bodybuilders use the chance and let them get sucked in by the hyper cocks.
Regan is trembling. He drops the dumbbells to the ground and starts playing with his hard nipples. The sensation is too much! The muscleheads jerking themself in his huge pricks while sliding in deeper feels like heaven.
A loud scream gives the signal. He cannot hold it back any longer!
Together with the muscleheads, endless torrents of cum explode from his three cocks at once! It takes minutes to subside and in the end everyone stands knee-deep in his juice.
Regan wipes the sweat from his forehead.
“All right, guys. Next set. This time I need more of you inside me.”
I still owe you the story of what happened to Trevor!
It took me a long time to realize, but Trevor had always envied Caleb for his mass. You see, Trevor wasn’t the smallest guy. Even before I started hypnotizing everyone, he already was a tree of a man. And, like he always told me, it was so much harder to put on mass when your body is spreading it over the length of your body! While our muscle nugget Caleb had always been genetically gifted to grow into a mass monster, Trevor was sentenced to become a giant … even though he wanted something else, without us even realizing it.
After Regan and Trevor moved out a year ago due to our space problem (Caleb was growing too big too quickly), I did not see Trevor at all for some months. I wanted to write to him so many times, but you know how it goes. Life keeps you busy, especially when you have a god like Caleb by your side who wants to help you double your weight as fast as possible.
I saw Regan and his growing member in the gym a couple of times. He told me that Trevor was thriving.
“I think he’s finally accepting what kinda body he always wanted for himself.”
“And that is?”
“Well, you should see it yourself. Words don’t do him justice.”
And so I finally wrote him, almost one year after our fateful Las Vegas trip. By Regan’s description I knew that he had been busy growing, but I could have never imagined into what such a beast!
Trevor wrote back immediately. He sounded euphoric and wanted to meet me at the new spa in town asap.
I was a bit confused for a moment, because his message had a lot of typos, but Caleb knew what was happening right after I showed him the message.
“That’s how truly big guys type. You know, with hands this big and pecs that size you cannot control what you’re writing anymore.”
I was intrigued. What had happened to Trevor in the last couple of months?
Caleb was curious too.
“He hasn’t been posting on social media for quite some time now. Maybe we should all get together. The old pack, you know? I miss our old flat and the four of us in bed all day.”
“You know that your body alone would make the bed collapse immediately.”
“Hehe, yeah … we just need a bed big and strong enough to carry the four of us.”
“Lemme see how Trevor is doing on the weekend. I’m sure we can all get together for a little Netflix and chill. It’s about time. And with Regan’s new … capabilities we can make it work for all of us at the same time!”
A few days later I was in the locker room of the spa. Everything was made out of stone and relaxing sounds came from microscopic speakers in the ceiling. I felt immediately calmed down and nervous at the same time.
I’m waiting inside, big boy, Trevor wrote to me. While I undressed, my phone was still displaying the message on the bench. Seems like Regan had told him about my gains.
Soon I was only wearing my speedos, a sight to behold! After our most recent (and also most generous) stuffing session, Caleb had pushed me to my absolute limit. I was 333 pounds this morning before breakfast, and looked hella fine in my skinny speedos. A big belly was hanging over my bulge and squeezing out to the sides; my arms were in permanent contact with my heft now! Caleb highly enjoyed holding my love handles while I ate, tracing each new stretch mark with his thick fingers. He squeezed and groped them until the sensation made me blush.
My thick thighs waddled as I turned in front of the mirror to see the whole spectacle that was my body. My ass was making the Speedo disappear in the back. The two big globes stretched the fabric to the limit. I was instantly hard seeing this, stressing the fabric furthermore.
Before I left for the big indoor pool, I jiggled my pecs and squeezed them together in front of the mirror. They were growing so nicely and made Caleb so happy and horny!
I waddled out of the room with big steps, my whole body shaking.
I was surprised to see only a few dudes hanging out around the pools, saunas and treatment rooms. Every shape of man was on display and it was hard not to get carried away by the sight alone! The air here was warm and misty. A familiar scent of manliness lingered.
I couldn’t find Trevor immediately so I went for one of the saunas. The heat was making my rolls sweat immediately but I wanted to try surviving more than five minutes this time.
At first I did not see the other man sitting only a few feet away from me, but when my eyes got used to the dim light, his silhouette became clearer. His lap was covered by a towel and he looked over to me repeatedly. He was nicely built with smooth skin. His big nipples found my attention immediately.
“Is this your first time here?” he asked me out of the blue.
“Yeah, never been before.”
“It’s nice, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, amazing pool!”
I couldn’t say why but all of the sudden I could feel my heart pumping in my chest that had nothing to do with the sauna. The dude put his hand on his belly then his chest and gave it a good rub. His eyes kept scanning me, lingering on my big belly.
Unlike him I did not need a towel to cover me anymore. My muscle gut, as I liked to joke, was doing that job for me.
“Been to the gym here before? They have their own,” he asked me without looking me into the eyes. He bit his lip, still looking at my body.
“I did not know that. I have my own gym. The one at 12th street.”
“Only been there once. Almost only big guys there.”
“Yeah, it’s one of the more extreme gyms in town.” While I spoke he started squeezing something below his towel. He pulled it a little back but not enough for me to see his member.
“Yes, a lot of mass monsters go there. Seriously big guys. Almost all of them muscles only.”
Something about him was very intriguing. The way he looked at me and kept touching his body. The towel was sliding down more and more. Was he teasing me?
“And you like the bodybuilder look?” I asked him, knowing the answer already. I grabbed my belly and let it fall into my lap again with a wet thud.
“Not exactly,” he said. He removed the towel but because of the angle I still couldn’t see his dick between his legs. But he was grabbing his junk with a stronger hand now.
“So what kinda guys are you into?”
“Big ones,” he said with a low voice, fixating my heft.
“Nice … nice …”
Then it became kinda quiet in the sauna. You could only hear the cracking of the radiator every once in a while. Every time I looked at him, he was giving me a glimpse too. I could see his chest moving faster now. I became very aware of the drops running down my heavy body.
He breathed fully in and out while grabbing his prick again. Then, finally, he spread his legs and laid his cock on one of his thighs. It was massive for still being soft. He was looking me in the eyes now while rubbing his fat cock. It pulsed bigger with every heartbeat.
“Ever sucked a cock as fat as mine?” he asked me stroking.
It felt like the temperature in the room was rising even higher.
“Not yet,” I teased him. I squeezed my arms together to make my thick pecs push forward.
“…mhhh, nice,” he whispered, more to himself than to me. His fat cock was getting bigger watching me. The mushroom head was bloated. He put his finger on the tip and pulled a long string of pre-cum off his cock. His own horniness made him laugh.
“I like to come here because there are fewer muscle heads around,” he said.
His cock was bobbing up and down against his built thighs. He must have been crazy aroused judging by the amount of pre he was leaking. His cock slid off his thigh by itself and dangled half hard between his spread legs then. It was reaching down to his knees, the head even more bloated and thicker than his legs. It looked so fucking delicious. I had never seen a mushroom head like this before.
I flicked a few drops of sweat off my belly and made it jiggle. I knew what to say to make him even hornier.
“Looks like my fat body is turning you on. Your prick is leaking pre-cum like crazy seeing me.”
I could hear him breathing. Without any hesitation he starts rubbing his fat cock head like a magic lamp while watching me.
“What’s your weight, man? Looks like you’ve gained a lot recently. 310?”
“More like 330.”
“Fuck, sounds nice! And … are you trying to … become bigger?”
“I eat for three, if that’s what you mean. Here, lemme just …”
I grabbed my big water bottle and started chugging. Two liters wandered down my throat and stretched my belly a few sizes bigger. After that we could both hear it slosh every time I moved. I never felt bigger than in that moment—his eyes on me, jerking his fully hard monster.
He got up and came closer, his dick a monolith in front of him. He pressed his cock against my belly as if he was about to fuck my belly button.
“I don’t go to the gym. But I love coming here to fatten people up …” Every thrust was harder than the one before. His thickness felt amazing on my skin. “… I like to fatten guys up with my cum.”
I was instantly hooked and hard. I’ve heard rumors of guys having such abilities but I thought it was only horny locker room talk.
“330 you said?”
He grabbed my love handles and played with them. My eyes were glued to his magic cock.
“Do you wanna fatten me up some?” I asked, licking my lips.
He smiled, but instead of words for an answer he just pulled his cock from under my belly and pushed it against my face. It felt like someone was trying to push a huge apple into my wide open mouth. He came closer and pressed his legs against my big belly. It felt amazing. I was locked between him and the bench.
With an audible plop I managed to put his bloated cock head into my mouth and the sensation made it flare bigger right then. I groaned and entered my tongue into him.
“My fat member is stuck until I give you my full load. No turning back now, big boy. Only way out is further down.”
And with that he pushed more of his cock in! Being stretched like that felt like heaven. It’s been a while since I got fucked by an unimaginable but still manageable cock.
“Yeah take more of that cock you greedy pig. Ohhh fuck, look at that belly of yours.”
He pushed more of his length into me and his hands squeezed my heft passionately. The sensation of precum filling me up was already amazing. Because of his fat cock head it was getting harder to breathe but I could manage it! One foot down my throat and we reached an end; my neck must have looked hella stretched by then.
“I always wished to make people inflate bigger with my cum—and one day it just worked!”
I couldn’t say anything but “Mhhh!” The vibration of my voice tickled his length.
“I can make you one of my fat muscle cows in no time, buddy. Inflate you six times a day until you cannot take any more of it.”
I looked him deep into the eyes to signal that there won’t be an end to my gainer-journey. My hands enjoyed my heft while he fucked my stretched mouth with hard thrusts.
“You should see the other dude I’ve been inflating for months now. He’s tall, all muscles, massive package, enormous ass, but now he’s mine. A roided Mr Olympia with 30% body fat and hungry for more! Every time we see each other, he wants to be fattened some more.”
In that moment, I knew that he was talking about Trevor, but the sensation of his cock in my mouth was too much to think clearly. I grabbed the guy by his balls and gave them a good squeeze.
“Oh fuck!” he bellowed. “Do that again! I’m close!”
He fucked my face harder and pulled some of his increasing length out. But he was right, his cock head was too big to be pulled out. It got stuck behind my teeth, the fat head flaring bigger every time I teased it with my tongue.
“Yeah, get it in there,” he ordered.
More pre cum filled my mouth and I pushed my tongue into his slit. It was big enough to take it. The flow stopped immediately and the pressure on his cock started to rise.
“Damn, I need to cum so badly, it hurts!”
Because he couldn’t, his dick started to blimp up! His juices stretched him from the inside.
“Fuck! Lemme cum! Lemme fatten you up, please!” he begged.
And then I released him.
Fifteen minutes later the door of the sauna swung open and a wave of fog was released.
The guy who wanted to inflate me tumbled out, his wet soft cock dangling between his legs, dripping, the towel in his hand. He looked more than happy and went for a shower.
Finally, I appeared in the frame … and then I got stuck immediately. When my love handles couldn’t squeeze through the door I started to giggle. He had warned me that he hadn’t cum in three days and that the load would be a big one, making me gain a lot of mass.
I tried a few more times but I was stuck in the frame. I breathed in, by belly pushing outward and I could actually hear the wooden doorframe creak under the pressure. But it was far from breaking.
Luckily I was still sweating. I pushed again and my full and sloshing belly jiggled into freedom. One step outside of the sauna and my speedo snapped with a loud bang. The rest of it dropped to the ground, soaked in pre too.
Back in the locker room I found a scale. Luckily the display was further up, I couldn’t see my feet anymore.
“380 pounds! With just one load?! Fuck he fattened me good! I need to be careful!”
I was finally a behemoth of a man! Every pound I gained made me sexier and I could feel it all move while I walked back to the pool naked. In the mirrors along the way I could see that I was even more spherical than before with a huge gut, extensive love handles, fresh red stretch marks, and pillow pecs that reached many inches beyond my chin. They were being pushed up by my big belly and would soon grow into my field of vision.
The cum inside me was still settling; I could feel it making me fatter still. The sudden gains felt amazing but also too much for my legs.
It was about time to find Trevor.
And then I remember what the guy in the sauna had told me about him …
I was struggling with my newly-won weight. Every step felt so much heavier all of a sudden and the sensation alone left me with a hard-on. I could feel my cock pressing up against my belly while walking and the little rubs it gave me were almost enough to make me cum. I was slowly transforming into a big mindless mountain of a man. It was the best thing in the world.
The spa was even emptier now than when I arrived and I searched all the areas for a sign of Trevor. Then I found a section with smaller rooms for massages and other treatments. The hallways were filled with ethereal sounds and chirping birds. One second, I even thought I was lost in the spa. The place was so much bigger than I anticipated.
But luck was on my side: one of the doors opened and there he was—Trevor. Well, there was his chest and gut at least. That’s all I could see of Trevor when he was still on the other side of the doorframe.
Trevor was almost as tall as he was wide! He had become an over eight-foot-tall giant, waddling with every step. He bent down and tilted his body through the little door. For a second I thought he was stuck but he made it work; thanks to his little layer of softness. The toned Trevor I knew before was gone and only off-season-god Trevor was left—it looked like he ate his former self! He had become the definition of thick! Trevor was all muscle mass with soft padding, giving me the vibe of the heaviest off-season champions I had ever seen.
In a neutral state, his arms hang off his body at a wide angle, giving him even more of a tank look. He was all pecs and gut, and all I wanted to do was squish him! Or be squashed by him.
“Heeyy, Kyle! So nice to see you … down there. Did you shrink?” he laughed and his pecs, belly, arms, and legs began to jiggle like dough. He used his paws to pull me into the softest bear hug I ever had, and for a moment my cock was already pushing against one of his majestic thighs. My face was close to his overly full pecs and suddenly I could hear something. Was my mind playing tricks or was there really an audible sloshing coming from his mass? I’ve heard of many men who started giving milk in town but I would have never suggested Trevor becoming one of them.
From the room behind Trevor we could hear a breathless moan. I took a quick look inside and found the masseuse laying on the massage table. His belly was bloated beyond belief and he was still covered in a white, gooey substance, licking his lips continuously, rubbing his gut. What started as a massage must have become a wild sex party in less than a minute. It wasn’t hard to imagine Trevor getting a good rub down that’s making him horny af in no time. This guy has absolutely no self control.
“Let’s go! I need a shower before we head into the pool. It’s so nice to see you! It’s been ages! How are you?”
“I can see that my friend! Looking good! The change is suiting you well!”
“Thanks, but look at you, damn! I almost did not recognise you when you opened that door.”
“Yeah, about that … I had a heavy bulk at the beginning of the year and realized that this was the body I wanted. And suddenly I started growing just the way I wanted to. Isn’t that incredible?! Every day I walk through this city and something else has changed for the better.”
“I wonder how that happened…” I laughed.
“Anyway, a few guys were helping me out with my gains, obviously. Regan and his massive prick, but also some guys from the spa here.”
“I met one of them! Long story short, I was a lot lighter when I arrived here two hours ago.”
“Isn’t it great! You look phenomenal with all that mass. You should honestly think about gaining more … a lot more! It really suits you!”
“That’s the plan!”
Under the shower, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at Trevor the tank. I couldn’t believe how balloon-like and huge he had become. He looked soft and ready to pop at the same time! His legs were almost spherical and rubbing against each other no matter how wide his stance was. His knees looked out of place compared to the rest of his staggering build. They connected the upper hams with his diamond-shaped calves which also rubbed against each other from time to time now. His cock still had a very practical length of twelve or thirteen inches but his balls were huge; watermelon-sized in their current state. According to the guy we just saw in the massage area, they must be filling up again now.
He rubbed his balloon pecs watching me. We both realized how hot we were for each other, while the steaming water was running down our very different bodies. Under the heat, his areolas became massive, almost plate-sized peaks crowned with big nipples!
I remembered our time at the tailor and tried imagining him in the outfit he bought then. He would immediately explode out of that dress pants and suit combo, not a single button staying in place.
He then grabbed my love handles and squeezed them well.
“I registered for a new program in the city, big boy. You might be interested in it too. Regan and Caleb sure don’t sound averse to joining it too.”
I saw his cock lengthening and his nipples hardening. It looked like they were inflating too, becoming almost cock-shaped. Fuck, after all these years Trevor proved to be way kinkier than I would expected.
“What is it?” I asked. My mouth open.
“They describe it as a farm for hyper-sized guys. It’s located in a former gym. They are always looking for happy muscle cows who just wanna be fed and milked all day. Honestly, it sounds like a dream. It’s not cheap because a lot of guys take care of you all day, but it’s worth the price I would say! I only got the spot because of my additional talent.”
“They liked what they saw, mh?”
“Oh yes, watch this.”
In circular motions, he started rubbing his fat pecs—fondling them, squishing them, pressing them up in his face, groaning. They instantly began to fill with milk, I saw that immediately and my mouth watered.
“Just one more second … and …”
His nipples started to grow again! His body was most certainly ready to be milked!
“Fuck Trevor, I’ve never seen anything like it! You have become the most massive muscle cow everyone could have wished for! Look at your tits!”
Soon, his nipples reached the size of his cock, pointing straight forward and into my face. I licked my lips and went to work. His nipples weren’t as hard as his cock, but the slightest nibble was enough to make them gush out milk.
“Ohhh my God, yes! Mooohh, fuck I needed that! I was so round and full!”
He nailed me against the wall with his pecs and roid gut. I was in off-season heaven. The milk running down my throat was already doing some further damage, inflating me to an even bigger size! Then he lifted my legs from the ground and shoved his boner inside me.
“I wanna fill you up beyond belief, Kyle!” He whispered into my ear.
“Fucking do it man! Grow me like the muscle cow you are!”
I opened wide and took his two nipple pricks at once. He forced his pecs together and milk began running down my throat. I was painfully full already, but Trevor needed to be milked!
“I cannot wait to become immobile,” he grunted while looking down at me. “All I want is to eat, grow and cum all day long! There’s nothing better in life than that! No worries, no problems just mass piling on until your body cannot grow anymore! But I hope that day is far, far in the future! They will turn me into an immobile muscle blimp and I will provide as much fattening milk as they want! It will be a heavenly endless spiral! And … fuck! You’re getting heavy man!”
Trevor couldn’t hold my body up any longer. I could feel myself sliding down the wall and my feet touching the ground again. His massive cock slipped out of me and it was still shooting thick ropes of cum.
With Trevor’s help, I had become massive in mere minutes! 600 pounds easily! The mass was focused on my belly and pecs, but my arms and legs looked hella massive too. He was a premium muscle cow, that was for sure! I couldn’t drink one more drop even though I wanted to.
“Ho-ly shit! I will never fit into the clothes I came in.”
“Who needs clothes when you have a body like that?”
Trevor was right!
Eventually, we all joined the program Trevor mentioned. There wasn’t even a big debate about it. Every single aspect of our infinite stay there sounded like heaven and exactly like the thing we wanted.
And so, on a beautiful sunny day, we arrived at the gym-farm-facility with no packages or extra clothes, because we would just outgrow them in a blink of an eye. Regan, Trevor, Caleb and I signed a lot of papers (I had to help Caleb and Trevor because they already couldn’t write properly due to their size.) and then it was time to be welcomed into our new home.
The big hall was already filled with some hyper monsters. There were only four spots left—we were so lucky!
All you could hear was the constant moaning of the participants and the machines sucking and feeding continuously.
There was a brutish looking mountain of a man with more than a dozen of cocks, every single one attached to a milking cup, a guy with completely oversized pecs (also being milked), someone with just one average-looking cock and body but balls as big as a house who was constantly cumming while being blindfolded, someone with multiple arms and legs being served by his eager fans, a huged-ass guy being penetrated 24/7 and so many more!
I saw how they attached my friends exactly like they needed it. Caleb getting hormonal boosters and a feeding tube with a suction cylinder over his cock, Trevor getting the same plus his pecs got sucked too, and Regan being attached to three expandable fleshlights milking him all day.
Before it was my time, I saw the process start for Caleb and he almost immediately began to blow up due to the feeding tube and constant pleasure. Veins started to appear all over his body while he was laying down in a reclined position enjoying his new life. Only a minute later, Caleb was already starting to cum and they saved every drop of his precious muscle milk. I could see his adam’s apple jump while he was still drinking and cumming at the same time. It was only a guess but his arms already looked an inch thicker.
Then it was my turn. I took a seat and the nice farmers blindfolded me, gave me the feeding tube, and helped me settle in.
“Do you wanna try it first?”
I nodded and took a sip from the tube. As soon as I brought it to my mouth it was giving off a thick milky liquid that reminded me of Trevor’s milk.
“We give you headphones and this blindfold to cancel all surrounding distractions out so you can fully focus on growing. If you need a pause in a week or two just stop drinking and we’ll be at your side in no time.”
“In a week or two?”
“Don’t worry. You’ll understand in a minute. Time passes differently here.”
And off I was.
The whole world became quiet with relaxing soundscapes filling my head and my vision blocked. The sweet liquid started running down my throat and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning and drinking at the same time.
An hour later (at least that’s what I thought) I paused drinking. I wasn’t sure how many times the taste and sensation had made me cum already, it was hard to keep track in this space, because the next climax was always just around the corner.
Someone with a soothing voice removed my blindfold and my eyes needed a second to get used to the light again.
“How was it?” They asked.
I smiled widely, “I think I can get used to this. How long have I been attached?”
“One month and eight days.”
I was totally shocked. How could time pass so fucking fast? I looked down and realised what had happened. I had eaten myself into an absolute mountain range. I had never seen a bigger man than myself!
“You’re gaining very nicely, Sir. Already 2200 pounds. Sadly, according to our calculations, still mobile, though.”
I tried grabbing my own belly but I stood no chance. I was an ocean of mass.
Then I looked over to Caleb. He was locked into a star position, every muscle fiber fighting for space. His head was engulfed by the mass of his upper body, and if they wouldn’t move him soon his balls would trash the place for sure. He was cumming with no pauses in-between, twitching and bucking his hips, his insane legs flexing, every muscle stretching the skin further.
“More,” I said and the world turned off again.
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