It’s a regular day at work for college senior Clint when all of a sudden a cute co-worker of his starts acting strange.
Clint, first growth:
The sound of footsteps crunching gravel woke me up. I forgot what had happened last night when I first opened my eyes, so I was very disoriented as I tried to make sense of why I was in the back of a van sweating my ass off. I registered that there was a very large arm wrapped around me with a very large hand at the end of it cuddling my chest. It all came rushing back to me, and panic, as well as happiness, came rushing with it. Panic, because I was butt-ass naked in a van without tinted windows in a public parking garage in broad daylight. Happiness, because something I would’ve never let myself dream of happened between me and an amazingly sweet, hot, and, holy shit, big man. I had turned to look at him while thinking this and, jesus fucking christ, he was huge. My dick began to get hard as I recalled the memory of him growing again while fucking me last night. His muscular pecs were squishing together from him sleeping on his side, expanding and falling with his breath. I watched him, enamored with his form. The growth had distributed the new size with an artistic sensibility. His abdomen area remained slim despite the growth, and his abs, although a bit more defined, had retained an aesthetic softness. His whole body had retained that softness to the definition I loved on him, keeping just enough fat to not have him looking like a dehydrated, buff raisin. His legs were powerful, his smooth thighs massive units that were accentuated by his ass, which was a biblical sight. It had gotten more muscular and beefier, and I was completely hard again imagining how tight he’d feel now. The sight of his dick had my mouth watering. In the morning light, I could see every angle of how monstrous it had become. Definitely at least 12 inches long and dispensing a light flow of pre, that, from the size of the puddle under it, had been going for a while now, pumping from his full balls that had retained the size they’d swollen to last night during his horny episodes. His arm muscles were curvature works of art, his neck had gotten thicker, contrasting his defined yet boyishly handsome face in a sexy way. Light coming in from the windows splayed across his face, bringing out the freckles dotting it and his soft hair framing it. Even covered in an obscene amount of dried cum, he was beautiful. He was an oil painting of a child of Aphrodite the morning after an orgy. Jacked Dorian Grey sprung from the pages. Michelangelo’s, “David”, if David came to life and was super gay. A sadness washed over me, because how could I hold this being’s attention? He was sunshine and wildflowers. A clean spring of water with reeds along its bank. Sexy, yet objectively beautiful in a way existing outside of lust that artistic masters throughout the ages had tried to depict in stone and on paper. Not to mention he may not even be completely human, as I was having a hard time coming up with any other explanation as to what else would explain the impossible changes he’d gone through. I knew I wasn’t ugly, but I wasn’t on this level of attractiveness. He had a beauty he could live on alone, just by existing people would pay him. He’d make six figures on OnlyFans. People much hotter than me would be enamored with him as well, and I wouldn’t blame him when his attention was pulled from me to those men more in his league. For right now, though, I could simply enjoy it while I had him. I would deal with the aftermath when it came. A movement to my left made me put my romanticization on a shelf and snap me back to reality. It was the parking garage employee. It was his shoes that had crunched the gravel that woke me up. I looked toward the windshield of Evan’s van and, sure enough, he’d gotten a ticket. His parking time had expired at 6 am this morning and hadn’t been renewed. The parking guy was checking the plate of a car a few spaces away from us, but all he’d have to do is glance over and he’d see me, naked and covered in jizz. For all we knew he’d already seen us when he’d given Evan the ticket. “Evan”, I said, shaking him gently by the shoulder. He didn’t rouse an inch. “Evan”, I said a bit louder, shaking him a bit harder.
“Ryan”, he questioned sleepily. Ryan was his roommate.
“No, Clint”. I responded. His eyes shot open, and I had to fight back a laugh as I watched him go through the same initial disorientation I went through when I first woke up. He sat up quickly only to slam his head against the top of the van, having forgotten about his growth spurt. The memories came to him as he held the top of his head. After they did it was a relief to see him smile widely. “Good morning”, he said in a voice, again, slightly deeper than I remembered. “Morning”, I said back, “how do you feel after that growth spurt”, I asked. He looked down at himself, rubbing a hand down his body starting at his pecs, moving down his stomach, stroking his still hard and dripping dick to finally cup his two balls. His hands were just big enough to hold them both, but they’d overflow in mine. “I feel fucking massive”, he said lustfully. Yeah, no kidding I thought to myself. Any more of this and my dick was at risk of beginning to drip as well. “Jesus Christ, we look crazy”, he remarked as he noticed all the dried cum on his body, then examined me as well. He went to run a hand through his hair and found that much of it felt crunchy. “Ew”, he said, making a face.
“We need showers”, I said, echoing his sentiment.
“Immediately”, he agreed, “but first”, he continued, “how are you”. He held my gaze in a confusingly serious way, as if something bad had just happened. “What do you mean”, I asked.
“You went from seeing me unnaturally grow, to hearing me confess my adoration with you, to fucking in the back of my van, seeing my grow again while I fucked you, and finally seeing me shoot enough cum for 30 men all in the span of like 5 hours”. When he put it like that, yeah, it was a lot to process. Also, 30 men was understating it. “Part of me is a little disoriented, yeah”, I conceded, “but I’m not as freaked out as I should be. I think because I’m so distracted by the, you know, you confessing your adoration for me part”. He grinned,
“And you confessing yours back”, he added joyfully.
“Last night was nice”, I said, making the understatement this time.
“Last night was incredible”, he corrected me. “You were amazing”, he added while leaning in and initiating a very tender kiss, placing his hands on either side of my face before our lips met. It was a bit salty from his dried cum on our lips. The kiss grew in intensity as our hands began moving to other places. I ran my hands over his bigger muscles, tracing his traps and feeling how hard his shoulders were. He ran his hands to my back, one began trailing down toward my ass. My rational brain kicked in, begging me to stop before my dick sidestepped it. Indecent exposure! Illegal!! Cops!!! JAIL!!!! It shouted at me. The logic won out. “Evan”, I said pulling back, “we should go”.
“The shower can wait”, he said, misunderstanding me, as he moved down to my neck to start sucking on it. God, he was good at that. I was in danger of losing all reason. It was the sound of someone closing their car door that pulled us back. Evan froze, mid-hickey, and then abandoned his post to look out the window at the surrounding lot. Panic crossed his face as he realized for the first time how exposed we were. He flattened himself to the floor and pulled a blanket over himself. “Oh my god, we’ve gotta get out of here”, he said urgently.
“Yeah”, I agreed, trying to reassemble my thoughts.
“My clothes won’t really fit me, can you drive”, he asked. I grimaced as I imagined how gross it was going to feel putting on my uniform while covered in dry cum. He was right though, and also he was too big to crawl to the front from the back, and no way in hell was he stepping outside the van and risking someone seeing him in that state. So, I was brave and put my clothes on and shimmied my way up front. I started the van, put it in drive, then paused. “Where are we going”, I asked, “Your place”, I followed up asking.
“I need to think about how I’m going to explain this to Ryan”, he said, gesturing to his body.
I wracked my brain, but there really isn’t any logical way to explain to someone how you put on that much size in one night. There wasn’t a drug in existence that could induce what Evan had gone through, or a disease or phenomenon discovered that could explain it. He had nothing to tell everyone. No matter what, people would be confused and probably a bit frightened and disturbed. Especially if he grew any more. “Is Nick working this morning”, Evan asked.
“Let me check”, I said, pulling my phone out, extremely grateful that it being inside my pants pocket all night had spared it from Evan’s onslaught. “Yeah, he works”, I said in relief after checking the shift schedule, “so my apartment will be empty”.
“What time is it”, he asked.
“9:45 am”, I responded.
“10 minutes before the morning staff will be getting here”, he warned, “possibly coming up here to park, seeing my van”. He didn’t need to say anymore, I flew out of the spot and rushed as fast as I could down the garage. Once on the main road I slammed on the gas and prayed Nick would be texting and driving when he passed by us. He, thankfully, and also recklessly, was on his phone when he passed by us. My phone buzzed, and, oh, he’d been texting me.
Hey man :) just wanted to make sure you’re good, noticed you didn’t come home last night
I felt bad for worrying him, he was such a nice guy.
Oop ya I’m fine I slept over at Sara’s, sorry to worry you
I lied. That story would hold up. Even if Nick saw her at work today she was savvy enough to stick to my story until she could talk to me and ask me why I’d lied. Evan, who was in the back of the van sat up, slouching against the wall so that his head didn’t hit the ceiling. He had his arms wrapped around the passenger seat. I nearly ran a stop sign because I got distracted by the muscles in his arms bunched up from the position they were in. I slammed on the brakes. “Sorry”.
“It’s ok”, he laughed. “What’s wrong”, he asked seeing me grimace in discomfort as the motion of the car halting so quickly caused me to fall forward.
“My balls are squished”, I complained as I lifted myself out of the seat and reached down my pants to pull them forward and out from between my thighs. They felt a bit larger in my hands than they typically did, also, they were sore. “Yeah”, Evan responded, “I don’t think I’ll be able to wear a pair of underwear comfortably again”, he predicted, “these things are fucking huge”. I pictured his big balls swinging back and forth with the G-forces of the van as I drove, and my dick began to get half hard again. I groaned, “I just got this to go down”, I complained.
“Size really turns you on, doesn’t it”, he astutely observed. I feigned nonchalance and shrugged, “It doesn’t turn me off. Not gonna lie and say it wasn’t hot watching you grow while over me last night”, I turned around to give him a smirk, “You seemed to enjoy it at least”. He blushed a bit, reaching behind to scratch the back of his head, causing his massive bicep to bunch up. “Yeah I got a little carried away”, he admitted sheepishly.
“Any guy would”, I assured him, “does it feel good”, I asked. He shook his head,
“Yes, but that’s an understatement. There aren’t words. It’s the best pleasure I’ve ever felt”, he informed me. “Do you want it to happen again”, I tentatively asked as I turned into the parking lot of my apartment complex. He was silent for a few seconds before he responded, “Yes, but no”. The “no”, hadn’t sounded as convincing. A problem neither of us had thought about presented itself as I put the car in park. “Evan”, I started, “how are you going to get inside”.
“Oh”, he said, “yeah, I’m naked”.
“Yeah”, I agreed.
“Hm”, he sounded.
“Maybe one of Nick’s sweatpants would cover your bottom half at least”, I ventured.
“But I’m covered in jizz”, he protested.
“We’ll wash them, he’ll never know”. He had a guilty expression on his face still.
“The alternative is you running through this parking lot naked with only a towel wrapped around you”, I warned him.
“Yeah ok go get the pants”, he conceded.
The walk from the van to my complex building was humbling, to say the least. You don’t know “walk of shame” until you’ve speed walked through a public place in broad daylight covered in enough spunk that it looks like you went to a 60-man-orgy. I noticed how heavy and sore my balls felt again while walking up the stairs to the second floor. The movement of them swaying back and forth felt clunkier than usual. I rifled through Nick’s drawer and found a pair of grey sweats that looked like they’d get the job done. “You never saw me”, I said to his cat as it watched me from his bed, unblinking, leave his room. Evan had to pull off some impressive maneuvers to get the pants over his muscular legs and thick ass. They were too short, coming up far enough to tell me that he’d grown at least 2-3 more inches taller last night. That’s 3-4 inches taller in one day, but the shock factor of that was wearing off. I was becoming desensitized to how absurd that was. The outline of his monster cock and bulbous balls was very noticeable. He’d managed to get it to get soft, but it still looked to be about 8 inches long in that state. Coupled with his superhero physique he was a spectacle. “Ok”, I said, “don’t stop walking for anything, don’t make eye contact with anyone, get inside without ruining the innocence of any children”, I ordered. He nodded seriously. I walked ahead of him at first, but he quickly overtook me with his much longer legs. I glanced over at him as he passed me, and the movement of his cock and balls swaying as his thick thighs fought for space in the too-small pants was in danger of turning me on. The danger became red alert as his ass came into view, and I could see the stark outline of his crack framed by the two bowling balls of his cheeks as they moved back and forth with the rhythm of his stride. We made it inside without anyone having to see us. “Ok, let’s become humans again”, he said walking toward the bathroom. “Wait”, I called as I opened the closet door by the front door and pulled the toolbox off the top shelf, holding up the tape measurer to him. “I wanna see what you grew first”. His eyes lit up in interest as he walked over to me. I had to stretch my arms all the way up to get to the top of his head. Jesus Christ. “You’re 6’6”, I said. His eyes widened as he looked down at me, fully processing just how much that distance had really grown over the span of less than a day. I know I said I was becoming desensitized to this, but seeing the numbers was harder to brush off. “You were 6’2 when you clocked in yesterday”, I asked him. He nodded. “You were the same height as Nick at 6’3 after the first growth”, I said, “so you must’ve grown another 3 inches in the van”. I shook my head in disbelief. “Are you sure you don’t wanna go see a doctor”, I asked.
“I mean”, he responded, “is there anything logical at all that could cause something like this”, he asked me. “No”, I admitted, “even if you had a tumor pressing on the pituitary gland in your brain causing it to secrete growth hormone, it still wouldn’t be this fast. But, also, it’s not like I’ve been to med school or anything I’m hardly a doctor or know everything. Even if you are the first case of whatever this is, you need to make sure none of this is hurting your body”, I followed up with. He slid down the wall until he was sitting with his arms resting on his knees.
“I really do feel ok though”, he said, “Actually, I feel better than I ever have in my life. I’ve never felt so healthy and alert. And this is going to be weird and hard to explain to a doctor, and, I mean I’m not complaining about the size boost. Unless this continues to a point where I’m getting bigger than I want to be or it starts to hurt, I don’t wanna go see a doctor”. I had dozens of reasons why waiting until it was bad was not a great plan, but I could see his mind was made up. It was his shoes all over again. Also, he was an adult, and I was not his dad. Ultimately, it was up to him if he went or not. “Wanna see how big your dick is”, I said, changing the subject. He smirked and stood back up to his full height. I grabbed the python and extended the tape measurer out until I reached the flared head. “8 inches long and 2 1/2 inches thick”, I said as my mouth watered. “You’re as long soft as I am hard”.
“Let’s find out how big it is hard”, he said deviously as I felt the monster begin to inflate in my hand. It pumped up bigger and bigger, passing 9 on the ruler, then 10, 11, and finally capping out at 12. “You’re a foot long”, I said in awe. “3 inches thick”, I added. A drop of pre pooled at the tip of his cock at my words. “Ready to shower”, I asked, taking a step back. He nodded fervently. I pulled my shirt off as I walked down the hall ahead of him toward the bathroom. I could hear the sound of his big feet following in pursuit. When I turned around he’d already pried the too-small-sweats off his legs and stood in all his naked glory. I pulled my pants and underwear off and stepped up to him our cocks were pressed together. His was so long it covered the entire length of my stomach and a little of the bottom of my chest. His dwarfed mine. I’d never had my cock look so small compared to another. I craned my neck up to see him staring down at me. He had to lean a bit to see over his pecs, which were rising and falling quickly as his breath began to speed up with arousal. I could see where this was about to go quickly, but I had a different agenda. I wanted this to be a slow, painful burn for us both. I stepped up on the side of the tub so that we were eye to eye. He laughed at my height-equalizing maneuver. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he stepped closer to me, and our lips came together. His warmth began bleeding into me as I hungrily pressed myself into him as hard as I could. One of his big hands ran down my back and cupped my ass, lifting me a bit up. I got where he was leading with that and wrapped my legs around his torso as he supported my weight easily with just that arm. He stepped us into the shower and started the water all without breaking our kiss. The warm water caressed down the grooves of his chiseled body as he pressed my back into the wall as the kissing began picking up in intensity. He moved his mouth down to my neck and resumed where he’d left off in the van this morning. My dick leaked profusely. My balls felt huge and full like I hadn’t cum in weeks. “Evan”, I said, halting this production before I slipped off the edge. “Hm”, he answered, not coming up from kissing and sucking on my neck. “Wanna do a kink of mine”, I asked, setting up the trap.
“Please”, he murmured as he lifted me up higher so he could kiss and suck on my chest. God, it felt so good. “Well, I’m really into edging”, I hinted. He stopped mid-suck on my nipple and then rose to meet my eyes. “Oh no”, he said.
“What if, instead of having sex right now, we go on that date and have sex after, tonight”, I proposed. He considered it. “I like it, but what if, instead of that, we have sex now, go on that date, then have sex after”, he counteroffered. I laughed.
“Think about how hot it’ll be if we wait though. All that sexual tension and desire building between us all night in public, every little touch fueling a forest fire. Then having crazy, desperate sex after resisting those urges all night”. He nodded in spite of himself.
“Ok that does sound hot”, he conceded.
“Cool, now let’s wash the jizz out of our hair so we look like normal people again”. The shower proved to be a hard first test of our self-mandated chastity. Watching Evan wash his muscled body was very sensual, and it didn’t help that both of us stayed hard the whole time, showing that both of us were struggling with our arousal. I nearly broke when Evan asked, “Do you mind washing my back for me, it’s a little hard to reach back there now”. At first, I was well in control, studiously ignoring how hot his back was, but then I realized he’d also included his ass in that job as well. That was a whole other story. I’d been careful to not glance down at it, knowing that the sight of it in all its taut glory had a good chance of breaking me. Soon as I saw it, watched the streams of water running down his back caress the deep crevice of his crack from how muscular his cheeks had grown, I nearly came undone. My brain bombarded me with fantasies of what I could be doing right now. I could start by crouching down and biting the closest cheek, and rubbing my hands all over the two massive globes, feeling them jiggle. Then I could spread them and run my tongue on his rim, feeling him tremble and hearing him groan in anticipation, begging me all the while to shove my-
Stop stop stop stop I mentally yelled at my brain, halting the fantasy. I’d only been distracted for about 5 seconds, Evan wouldn’t have known what I’d been thinking. The only incriminating evidence of my thoughts was the pre that had dripped from me, but that was immediately diluted and lost with the water of the shower. My dick and brain both pulsed in defiance.
It’ll be worth it tonight when the sex is that much better I promised them both. I quickly soaped up his ass and finished. He returned the favor and washed my back. Feeling his broad hands rub me brought goosebumps along my arms. I’d never felt this kind of electricity with someone before. Maybe edging is no longer a kink of mine. My balls still felt heavy, sore, and abnormally full. Like, sure I was horny being around Evan, but this felt like more than that. I’d done no nut November once when I was a teenager and made it 25 days. This felt a bit worse than that, and that’s saying something. Feeling this way after cumming a lot just the night before was not my body’s norm. I chalked it up to how fucking hot Evan was, I mean, he was something straight out of a thirst trap. An Instagram influencer pulled off the screen. Also, I’d seen him grow like he was a character in some growth-centric smut story. That would make any gay man hornier than usual. Whatever, once we got out of this steamy bathroom and put on some clothes it’d be more manageably tantalizing. Hopefully. We decided to enjoy the early spring weather and walk around the park by where we worked. When I started rummaging through Nick’s wardrobe again he’d further complained about borrowing Nick’s clothes without permission, but after some coercing, I got him into a pair of shorts and a baggy (on Nick) tee that covered him enough that he’d be decent for families to see him. Nick bought into the 5-inch-seam short trend though, and on Evan’s ballooned thighs they hiked up to about 3 inches. We quickly realized that him in those shorts without underwear would be a problem when after two steps about 4 inches of his massive shaft became visible swinging against his inner thigh. I put him in a pair on my boxer briefs that really, really did not fit him, but kept the beast tucked away. His ass in them was equal parts funny and hot. They were essentially a thong on him with how far they rode up his crack. The fabric meant to fit someone with my proportions did not possess the bandwidth to cover his bubble butt as well as his thick cock and bloated balls, and the latter were the priority right now. So, he’d have to deal with the wedgie.
It was a gorgeous day in the park. We’d been walking and talking adamantly for about 3 hours. We’d boughten popsicles from my favorite little ice cream shop and settled in a patch of grass overlooking the river to eat them. The sun reflected off the water in beautiful, albeit bright, patterns that kept pulling my attention away from my quickly melting treat. I laughed as I watched a couple in a two-person kayak accidentally flip. “Clint, watch it it’s melting-”, Evan started to warn me right as I felt the cold sensation of half the popsicle slipping off the stick and plopping onto my shirt. “Goddammit”, I complained and immediately felt guilty as the family of four with two elementary school-age kids walked past us. Oh well, they have access to the internet, they probably already knew worse words. Evan laughed at my expense. I gave him a sour side-eye that only made him laugh harder. I sighed as I looked down at my ruined shirt. “I’m gonna go try and wash this off in the bathroom”.
“I think it’s beyond saving”, Evan admitted, “I’d just take it off and go shirtless.
“What”, I said appalled, “we’re at a park”.
“…And”, Evan questioned.
“There are kids around”, I protested.
“I didn’t say whip your dick out”, Evan replied, “It’s 85 degrees out and you’re a guy”. I looked out toward the river, ignoring him. “You prude”, Evan teased.
“Shut up”, I said, feeling embarrassed. Truthfully, part of my hesitancy came from feeling inadequate next to Evan. I didn’t want people to be able to see my naked torso next to his clearly, even while clothed, superior one. People would think I’d paid him to go out with me. My ego needed to get over itself. Evan was here because he liked me. I shrugged my shirt off, but couldn’t help subconsciously pulling my knees in toward me to hide my torso. Evan didn’t miss that, or why I had been so apprehensive to shed the garment in the first place.
“You really don’t see yourself clearly”, he informed me. “You’re really hot”. Blush flooded my cheeks. “Thanks”, I said, uncomfortable with the praise.
“No seriously”, Evan said, “you say you’re not very fit, but look at yourself”. I did what he asked, prepared to see the same old same old pretty average build that he was just being nice about when I was stopped short. He was right. Or, at least, I wasn’t as skinny as I usually was. The body I looked down at was more toned and had a few more pounds of muscle on it than I remembered. Huh. “And you’ve gotta admit, you’ve got a nice chest”, he said while reaching out to grab one of my pecs and jiggle it. I laughed and conceded. I was able to admit I did have a nice chest genetically. It was something I’d inherited from my dad. I was a skinnier guy but had always had a chest that was a bit out of proportion with how muscular it was. “I get that from my dad”, I said to him.
“Well, give Chris my thanks”, he joked, referencing my dad by name.
“How do you know my dad’s name”, I questioned him.
“You mentioned it once”.
“When”, I asked, unable to recall any time I’d ever talked about my dad to him.
“You were talking about how you competitively square danced as a kid”, he began, and I immediately began to blush. I regretted ever sharing that dark fact about my past with everyone at work. “About how it was a tradition on your dad’s side of the family, but you said ‘Chris’s side of the family’, when you mentioned it”. His verbatim recall brought it up to the surface in my memory. “Oh god, yeah. I don’t remember you being there when I talked about that though”, I admitted. “You were talking to Sara about it”, he informed me, “we were all at the high-top folding napkins and I overheard”.
“That was so long ago, I can’t believe you remember”, I marveled.
“I remember everything I hear you say”, he said sheepishly, “I really like you”. Color began to delicately flush his face. A warm feeling enveloped my diaphragm area as butterflies fluttered throughout it. “But even if I hadn’t had a giant crush on you”, he continued, “I wouldn’t forget that I heard someone say they competitively square danced”, he laughed, emphasizing the last two words in stage horror. The butterflies died. “You know, we don’t have to talk”, I said in a monotone voice.
“Oh come on, show me a dance move”, he teased, grabbing my hand and leading it around like he was going to twirl me.
“How about I drown myself in the river instead”, I countered, making him laugh again.
“Ok I’m sorry”, he conceded, “I’ll tell you an embarrassing secret so we’re even”.
“More embarrassing than competitive square dancing”, I asked skeptically.
“Not more, but equally, to me at least”, he said. I waited, curious to know what he could have possibly done. “In middle school, I had a crush on my best friend, we’d play Skyrim together a lot, and I would secretly write gay Skyrim smut about the two of us every night”. I stared at him blank-faced while I processed that. “That”, I began, “is the straightest gay thing I’ve ever heard”.
“It gets worse”, he warned, “I showed him it”.
“No”, I gasped, feeling my eyes widen. “How did he take it”
“Not well”, he said shaking his head sadly, “he freaked out, it ended our friendship”.
“That’s so sad”, I sympathized.
“Yeah, as cringe as it was, little me just wanted love”.
“Was that traumatic”, I inquired.
“A bit, but I worked through that in therapy long ago”, he answered.
“Well, I can’t make fun of you for that”, I paused, “Actually yea I can”.
“Good”, he replied. “Now we’re even, partner”, he said, enunciating ‘partner’ in an exaggerated southern accent. A square dancing joke. I rolled my eyes. “For our next date we can play Skyrim and then act out the sexy role-play little you wanted”, I promised.
“I’ll hold you to that”, he responded. I didn’t respond. I’d been mostly joking and hadn’t expected him to respond so seriously. “I’m getting hungry wanna grab something to eat”, I asked, changing the subject. “Sure”, he said brightly standing up. He grabbed my hand as we walked, and it felt like electricity was flowing between us. Our energies had been progressively building all day, getting more and more charged. I was glad now we’d waited to have sex. My balls still felt heavy and full, and the urge to empty them out was growing stronger with each hour. I imagined his giant balls felt the same, if not worse. We split nachos at a local bar and talked about our lives. Got to know each other as more than co-workers. He was close with his mother, his dad hadn’t accepted him being gay. She’d divorced him over it. He had felt guilty, blamed himself for destroying his parents’ marriage, and had had to accept that his father’s bigotry wasn’t his fault. His mother’s intolerance of that bigotry, again, was not his fault. He didn’t let it make him pessimistic though. “I’m very fortunate to have one parent who accepted me and stood by me”, he said, giving me his crooked smile, “could’ve been a lot worse, me coming from a Baptist household”. I nodded, awed by his maturity and perspective on it.
“What about you”, he asked me.
“What about me”, I asked back.
“Are you close with your parents”, he asked.
“I-”, I began to say, when all of the sudden the urge to cum I’d been feeling all night reached a crescendo, distracting me. It was a bit overwhelming, washing over me in a wave of lust and need. I could feel energy tossing and turning inside them. “You good”, he asked, his eyebrows furrowing down in worry at whatever facial expression. “I think…”, I said slowly, distracted by my processing of what I was feeling, “what happened to you last night in the garage is happening to me”, I finished. His eyes widened.
“Are you serious”, he asked, shocked. I nodded, unable to speak as another wave of lust and need washed over me, peaking higher than before. I passed a moan that escaped me as a cough as I felt a jet of pre shoot from my painfully hard dick. The people closest to our table glanced over at us with puzzled expressions. “We gotta go”, I urged him.
“Yeah, we gotta go”, he fervently agreed, already up and walking toward our waiter to hand him his card. All throughout the car ride back my dick consistently kept leaking pre, yet my balls never felt any less full. “Are you gonna grow”, Evan asked me in a stressed tone.
“I don’t know”.
“Do you feel flushed”
“No, I mean not like that, my skins not red is it”, I asked.
“No”, he reassured me.
“I mean, I won’t lie and say this feels bad”, I admitted. He nodded knowingly,
“And growing felt 100x better than that feels”. I couldn’t even comprehend that. I think my brain would fry if I felt that much pleasure at once. Evan barely got the front door of my apartment shut before I all but tackled him. I had his shirt off in seconds, and his shorts and underwear quickly followed suit. His behemoth of a cock was already all the way hard. He yanked my clothes off with just as much fervor, my 8-inch cock felt fucking massive and hard as a rock as it sprung out of my underwear. He kneeled in front of me and then started sucking my dick like a pro, going all the way down to my balls. “Oh my fucking god”, I moaned, completely lost in ecstasy. It was strange though, even after he had been blowing me for at least 5 minutes I didn’t feel any closer to coming. It felt amazing, but, progress wasn’t occurring. I had the feeling he could give me the best blowjob of my life for the next two hours and I still wouldn’t cum. I could feel the pressure of the cum inside me pressing on my prostate. “Evan, fuck me”, I ordered him. He didn’t need convincing. He immediately started eating my ass out, and just that alone sent shock waves throughout my body. The knowledge that his massive dick wasn’t even inside me yet and it felt this good had me shaking. “Evan, please”, I begged, having déjà vu from the night before when it had been me hearing him beg for me to fuck him like this. He pushed just his massive head into me and the loudest moan I’d heard myself ever make came involuntarily from me. The only way I can explain it was that it was pure pleasure. Every cell on my body was on fire, and his dick was stroking all of them with every inch deeper he went. He went in slowly at first, teasing me. Finally, when he all 12 inches of him were buried in me, he started fucking me like I wanted. He knew exactly what I was feeling right now, and knew what I wanted. He pounded me hard, setting me ablaze. Seeing him loom over me, big pecs shaking with each thrust, his massive arms flexing as his big hands were wrapped around my torso was so hot. “Harder”, I moaned, and he started using me like a fleshlight. His massive balls slammed into me with every forceful thrust. “God you’re so pumped up right now”, Evan said between breaths, running his hand down my chest and abs. I looked up was saw that I now had abs and, he was right, I looked like I had an insane pump from a really good workout. “I’m close”, Evan moaned. I felt his dick swell larger inside me as it flexed with more blood, preparing to shoot. Evan’s head rolled back as I felt him release inside me. It wasn’t as much cum as he’d shot in the van, but it was still as much as five virile men. The warmth of all the jizz in me radiated a warmth throughout my lower stomach that only amplified my pleasure. I needed to cum so bad, but no matter how good it felt from him fucking me it only seemed to increase my need to cum instead of leading me to that outcome. He pulled out of me, and surprisingly no cum fell out of me when he did. I realized that no cum had passed out of me from last night either after he’d fucked me. That pulled me out of my haze a bit because that made no sense. Where was it going? A warm, trickling sensation in my balls answered that question. I sat up and watched as they slowly began to swell bigger and bigger. The full, sore feeling I’d been having all day began to intensify as they did. My mouth dropped open as the dots connected. My slow growth all day, the copious amount of pre I’d been leaking, the heightened horniness. I looked up at Evan, feeling crazy yet sure I was right as I said, “Evan I think the cum you’ve shot in me is going into my balls”. He gave me a jokingly skeptical look, but shock crossed his features as he looked down and saw what I saw: my balls, still, slowly inflating. “Oh my god”, I moaned as the feeling of fullness and lust continued climbing. It was becoming hard to stay cognizant with it. Each of my balls was now the size Evan’s had been before he’d grown again last night, two ripe clementines. For perspective, they had only been the size of large goose eggs before he’d just finished fucking me now. I thought it wouldn’t get any more overwhelming when I felt them stop growing, but then the growth started.
Evan had been right. There aren’t words to truly articulate what it feels like. The best I can describe it is an orgasm throughout my entire body. A pressure that felt so good I nearly went unconscious as it rearranged my matter. I felt my body lengthen as I grew taller and all my muscles swell as new sinews were woven into my musculature. Every new cell added to my cock, pushing it longer and thicker, added a new flame to the pleasurable fire I was in. I was lost inside myself, unaware of anything happening in the outside world. I just wanted more. More, and more, and more. I would never not want this feeling. My body lengthened, thickened, and deepened indefinitely while I floated in the voidness of pleasure where time and space lost all meaning. “Clint”, I heard a voice yell. It was so loud it pierced into the void. “CLINT”, it yelled again, louder this time. I recognized the voice as Evan’s. He sounded worried. Why would he be worried? I felt an unpleasant feeling somewhere, then felt it again. The third time it hit I realized it was my cheek, and having that as an anchor brought me back to my body. I found my eyelids and fluttered them open. Evan’s worried face appeared in front of me. Relief washed over him as he saw me come awake. “Clint, can you hear me”, he asked. I nodded. “You’ve been unconscious and getting bigger, I slapped you i’m sorry I didn’t know what else to do”. I struggled to stay focused on him as I felt another wave of growth move through me, threatening to pull me back under. “Clint”, he said forcefully, patting my cheek, “stay with me”. He bent down and kissed me, and that jolted me fully back into my body. The sensory input of it grounded me. I lifted him off me, “I need to cum”, I said urgently, “it won’t stop until I do”. Understanding showed in his expression, and he quickly lifted me up as he lay down on his back. He scooted his ass so that it was brushing the head of my dick. Where his skin touched the head of it sent electric shocks up the shaft. Without much free will, I felt my hips thrust forward and shove my whole length inside him. He groaned in pleasure as well as pain as I forcefully entered him. “Sorry”, I gasped.
“It’s ok, just keep going”. I didn’t really have a choice it seemed. My body was fucking him out of pure instinct and a carnal drive. Another wave of growth washed over me, and I saw it happen this time. Saw my perspective shift a bit upward as I lengthened taller, saw my body become bigger with muscle and power, and felt myself go deeper inside Evan as I stretched him wider. It was intoxicating. Did I want this to stop? What if it didn’t stop? My thrusting started to falter as this new option presented itself. As much as I was dying to cum, I wanted this pleasure more. “Clint”, Evan said as he noticed he was losing me again. “Clint, keep going”, he ordered. He started moving up and down on my dick himself, clenching his hole to make it even tighter on me. I moaned in pleasure and felt the urge to cum begin to broil. “I want more”, I moaned. I wanted more first. I tried to will another growth spurt to happen. Urged the lightning inside my balls to pump me up one last time before I expelled it. I felt it begin to pour into me again. “Yes”, I moaned loudly, “make me bigger”, I begged. I began swelling right as I began cumming. The two sensations combined had me yelling from the intensity of the pleasure. After the last growth spurt ended I continued cumming for what felt like five continuous minutes before it ended. I lasted about 30 seconds after that before I passed out from exhaustion.
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