When Evan started growing—Next installment

by JuicyJ

Let’s see how Charlie’s been since his wedding 

(Charlie’s perspective) 

I gazed up at the ceiling watching the blades of my ceiling fan slowly circle around and around. I looked over to my nightstand, an exasperated, restless sigh leaving me as I saw that it was ten till 2 in the morning. I turned to my left to see that Sara, my wife, was sound asleep. I, quietly, so as not to rouse her, got out of bed and made my way out of the bedroom. I’d been married now for a little over two months, and every night since we’d gotten back from our week-long honeymoon I’d had a new nightly ritual. I made my way down the hallway as my thoughts buzzed incessantly around in my head like an angry horde of hornets. “This is creepy. This is weird. You need to stop doing this. What would Sara think”, and so on, making me sting with guilt. It didn’t matter how intensely I willed myself to not do what I was about to do because it was out of my control—or, at least, it genuinely felt that way. I walked down the stairs, anticipation beginning to build in my stomach as I got closer to my goal. I slowly unlocked the garage door and made my way out into the dark, relatively cooler room. I shivered as heat was pulled from my feet and into the cold concrete floor. I didn’t bother to turn the light on, knowing that all the light I’d need would come from the freezer sitting on the far side of the room. My pace quickened as what was inside beckoned to me. I eagerly lifted the lid of the cooler and gazed at the two-gallon bucket inside with a manic gleam in my eyes. I got one of the lawn chairs, set it up by the freezer, and sat down. I pulled the lid off the bucket, finally feeling the relief of getting to smell and see it again. 

A little over two months ago, on my wedding day, my friend Nick had shown up to be one of my groomsmen. He was one of my best friends from college. We’d roomed together our freshmen year, randomly paired up by housing, and fortunately became fast friends. We’d developed a wonderful friend group over those four years and had stayed in touch once we’d graduated. I knew Nick well. He was kind, funny, and—the most overwhelming quality about him—charismatic. He’d shown up to my wedding that day acting strange. My uncle Fred said he’d seen him beeline into the restroom after he and Natalie arrived. I was worried he was sick. 

Then he came into the room and all my other groomsmen were waiting, looking healthy, I walked over to greet him, 

and then my life was irrevocably uprooted and the trajectory of my future was permanently altered. 

I wish I was overstating things. I’m not. 

What happened that day still feels like a surreal, wet dream. The memories are all hazy. All I know is that the Nick who had shown up that day wasn’t the same Nick I’d known for 6 years. To be near him was to be completely engulfed in need for him. To have your entire brain rewired where the only thing in the world that matters is him. Pleasing him. Having him inside you. You being inside him. That’s all that matters when you’re with him. 

I’d hugged him, leaving a hand on his shoulder casually as we pulled apart, and then as the seconds ticked by I breathed in the essence of him and was overtaken by it. Then, as if he was feeding off the complete upheaval of my sexuality, he grew bigger right in front of my eyes. I couldn’t even react rationally to it, though, as under his spell as I had been. It wasn’t just me, though. Every guy in that room reacted the same way. All of us grouped around him as sexual tension began rolling through the air like fog on a humid, San Francisco morning. I felt my dick get harder than it ever had been in my life, and I would’ve done anything he asked of me in that moment. I heard myself tell him I thought he was hot, and, right before it seemed like he was about to crush his lips to mine and seal the death of my entire life, Sasha, my wedding planner, unwittingly came into the room cock-blocked the groom and his groomsman. It popped whatever bubble of testosterone and pheromones he was creating around us for a moment, so I was able to walk away, realizing that what I was about to do was in direct contradiction of every other choice and feeling I’d had in my life beforehand. I loved Sara. I genuinely wanted to marry her. I had never felt an ounce of sexual attraction to guys in my entire life. 

But Nick was the exception to every fact I knew to be true about myself. Nick wasn’t even a guy; he was Lucifer. God’s best friend, the most beautiful angel in heaven, suddenly destroying everything God had built and created with just his force of will. His simple presence being enough to disrupt God’s entire existence. 

I know it sounds egotistical to refer to myself as God in this analogy, especially because Nick is God in this story. It was just the only analogy I could think of. I was raised Catholic. Bear with me. 

I pulled myself out of Nick’s sphere only to return as I met his gaze as I walked down the aisle. The gravity of him was all the more pulling given that he’d grown even larger in the brief time we’d been apart. His body pressed against his clothes, and I felt intense hatred and envy for every thread clinging to his musculature. How dare they hide him from me, wrapping themselves around him like he was theirs? I pulled my eyes away from him as I realized I was losing my mind and feeling vindictive thoughts toward pieces of cotton. I genuinely enjoyed my wedding. Tears welled up in my eyes as Sara and I professed our love for each other. I am truly enamored to have made that sort of commitment to each other. 

But the entire time I could feel Nick tugging at me, and it kept getting stronger and harder to ignore. I risked a glance at him as Sara and I left the main room and saw he was standing in place up on stage still. His jaw was clenched in determination and veins were popping out on his skin from exertion. Me and Sara parted ways quickly because she had to catch a flight to where we’d be spending our honeymoon. I would be joining her on a separate flight later the next day because I had to stay for a last-minute work thing. 

The pull to find Nick enticed me to no end, but I steeled myself to resist it. I was about to leave when I saw Nick striding quickly out of the room where the wedding had taken place, down the hall, and into the room we’d waited in before going into the service. Natalie, his girlfriend, followed quickly behind him looking confused and a bit scared. I used every ounce of my willpower to not follow them and was about to keep walking out of the building when I heard a loud groaning followed by tearing noises coming from down the hallway where Nick had gone. The wave of him hit me soon after. If his presence had been strong before, it was a tsunami now. Whatever had just happened to him had increased his pull to be less of a riptide and more like a black hole. I was only on one planet. I walked down the hallway powerless to resist. When I got the the room I felt my brain disconnect from my body as the smell and feeling of him completely overwhelmed me. My dick got rock hard in seconds, throbbing with angry need for him. I watched him enter Natalie, somehow fitting his overgrown dick into her body and heard them both moan in ecstasy. I had exactly enough force of will to have the decency to take my wedding ring off before I completely lost myself. 

After that it all becomes hazy. Every memory of that moment feels a bit corrupted by his overwhelming presence. Every pore of my brain is saturated to the limit with the way it felt to simply be near him. To see his body grow larger and longer as just my desire for him encouraged him to become something more. His tongue eating my ass out had induced sensations in me I can’t even articulate, and then when I’d put my dick in his mouth and I’d emptied into him it had been euphoric. It was like making an offering to a sex god long forgotten in human memory. My spunk caused him to grow larger with me still inside him. I shivered as I felt his tongue grow larger as it wrapped around my shaft like a wet, writhing python. And then he had erupted. I only remember only being able to stare at his dick in awe as it rained him down on us all for nearly ten straight minutes. I had fled soon after he finished riddled with shame as I was for betraying Sara. I fled the room as fast as I drove home still covered and soaked in his cum, but once I was home I ached to be near him again. I paced around my house for two hours fighting the urge, but ultimately lost as I drove wildly back to the wedding venue. He was gone by the time I got back. Then, out of desperation, I’d grabbed a bucket I found in a storage closet and scooped up as much of his cum he’d coated the entire room with into it until it was full to the brim. I took it home and stuck it in the freezer in the garage. 

And every second I wasn’t looking at it I could feel its pull. Even in this form, it was his pull. And so, every night, as I tried in vain to fall asleep, I would eventually get out of bed once I accepted it was futile to pretend I wouldn’t be ending up right back here. Staring down at a bucket of his jizz and wishing it was him. 

You’re probably having a lot of thoughts about this. Rationally, your first may be that it’s very gross to have jizz that’s over two months old. I’d agree with you, except I knew for certain now that Nick had been touched by something other than normal because his jizz stays the same no matter how long it’s been. No matter how cold the freezer is it never freezes and stays hot like he only just erupted it. It smells and stays fresh like it’s not even seconds old. I don’t know what it or he is, but I know it’s more than normal jizz. 

But still, I admit, I feel like a creep every night. I’ve lost my mind it seems. 

I’ve been able to hold out on one last urge that he’s pulling me to do, though. It’s gotten to the point where it’s not enough to see or smell it; I want it inside me. Every night I sit and stare at it the urge to consume it whittles down my self-control, and tonight, with shaking hands, I finally lost the fight. 

With the cup I’d brought from the kitchen, I dunked my hand into the bucket, shivering as the heat from it seeped into my skin. I let it fill the cup to the top before I brought it to my lips and drank the entire thing without even taking a breath. It was like tasting death and life at the same time. I could feel him and me mix and become somebody else entirely. Death of Nick and Charlie, birth of somebody who is neither of them. 

I felt satiated after one glass, and sleepiness overcame me with the warmth of him in my stomach. I went back upstairs, got under the covers, and pulled Sara into me as I drifted into a deep sleep, for once feeling the pull of him loosen its grip on me. 

I woke up with a start, feeling rejuvenated despite staying up so late. The first thing I noticed was that I had a raging boner. I looked down and saw a tent in my boxers that was bigger than usual and felt my eyes widen. I pulled the waistband up and felt something with more mass than it should have slap against my stomach. It was my dick, but it was longer and thicker by about an inch and a half, and it felt extremely sensitive. My balls also looked larger. To say I was horny was an understatement. I felt like a teenager who’d taken aphrodisiac supplements. I heard the shower running and got up to find Sara. I stopped when I reached the mirror above the sink, though, because my body also looked different. I had the remnants of a muscular build from college athletics and continued self-care, but all my muscles looked a bit larger and fuller. My face was glowing. My skin was smooth like a filter was on it. “Charlie, you up?”, Sara called from the shower. I made my way into the steam-filled room and pulled the door open. “Morning”, I said with a smile. She saw me and her eyes widened a bit. She looked down at my body until she my dick. “Morning”, she said with a laugh, “wanna join me”, she asked. I showed her my response instead of telling her. 

It was the best sex we’ve ever had together. Everything about me felt cranked up to 11, and we responded to each other’s every touch and move like we never had before. I came like a firehouse, shooting volley after volley of cum until I was panting and spent. 

“That’s the best way you could’ve sent me off to work”, she said with a content sigh as she kissed me and got out. “I gotta start getting ready though or I’ll be late”, she said with regret. I washed myself off feeling nothing but euphoria until a smell hit me in the steam and my head snapped down to the shower floor. I bent down and scooped some of my jizz up with my hand and tentatively brought it up to my nose. It smelled like Nick’s jizz. A shudder passed through me as I felt the pull start to tug inside me. I put my fingers into my mouth, sucking what was left of him in the liquid back into me. 

That night I lay awake again, staring up at the ceiling as the fan circled round and around as usual. Except, this time, the pull was worse. I’d tasted him in my bloodstream, and my body craved it all the more now. It wasn’t even a fight this time as I slid my larger body out of bed and went downstairs. The light from the freezer illuminated my altered face and the steam coming off the relentlessly hot liquid sex. My cock began to get hard as I breathed the smell in deeply, and once I had my cup full I drank deeply. My entire body relaxed with relief as I felt the warmth travel to my core and begin radiating out. I still felt thirsty after one cup, so I drank another before drowsiness swept over me and I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. 

Pleasure greeted me before consciousness did. I opened my eyes to see movement under the covers and lifted them to see Sara licking up and down my painfully hard dick. “Thought I’d wake you up nicely”, she said with a smile. I moaned my approval as she slid me into her mouth and began going down on me. She began to gag before she could get balls deep, though. She pulled off me with a puzzled look. “You feel big today”, she said. 

“Yeah, it feels bigger than usual”, I said, feigning ignorance. My dick looked like it had grown two inches over the course of last night. I’d been 5 1/2 before the first growth, so now it would be around 8 inches. Just the thought of being so big was so hot it made my dick jump and pre leak from it. My balls felt so full, and looked to be the size of large chicken eggs now. I could feel the heat they were radiating down there up on my face. Soon, I was inside her, and if I thought the sex yesterday had been good it was amazing today. Sara left for work with a glow about her. 

I gazed at my reflection with a hungry look in my eyes. I had filled out even more with muscle. My chest was getting full so that my nipples were a few more inches away from pointing down to the floor. My back had gotten wider, and I was elated when I could feel my shoulders brush either side of the doorway as I walked into the bathroom. Everywhere on me was buffer. Bigger. I looked powerful. I had gone from a college athlete a little past his prime to the build of a professional rugby player about to go on the field. I could already foresee a problem, though. Now that I’d cum Nick out of me, the pull was back, and it felt even stronger this time. I had told myself I’d wait until night to drink anymore, but the temptation to drink more now was drifting around in my head. I still had time before I needed to leave for work. What’s one cup? I eagerly walked down to the garage and pried the freezer door open, my eyes dilating as the bucket came into view. Even though I had just cum, I became hard and dripping as soon as I smelled it. I realized, with fear, that I only had a finite amount of this. How many cups did I have? I’d been using an 8oz cup for each drink, and I’d had a good two gallons to start. 

I’ve always been good at math and quickly did the calculations that I had about 29 cups full left. That elated me as well as terrified me, because I was self-aware that this was developing into something of an addiction, and I was already noticeably larger from only 3 cups. If I drank this whole bucket I’d turn into a freak. A monster unable to live his life. With each drink of Nick, I was becoming something else, and my inhibitions to continue fell away with each sip. 

I decided to give myself a few more drinks, and then pour the rest out. What guy would pass up the opportunity to grow the body he wanted? I know Sara wouldn’t mind me being a little bigger or longer. When the time came I could pour it out. I drank a glass, feeling the warmth spread through me with ecstasy, and then immediately wanted a second glass. I couldn’t stop myself from filling the cup again and bringing it to my lips. Anxiety started to grip me when, after my second glass, I still didn’t feel satiated. I was already looking at being ten inches long and significantly more muscular from what I’d drank. A third would be too much for Sara to not notice. She’d start asking questions. I put the lid back on and forced myself to walk away. I went to grab the doorknob to go back into the house, but when my hands reached around it turned into the cup. I blinked a few times, feeling disoriented as I saw that I had ended up back in front of the freezer instead of the door. Its pull felt nearly like a physical tug at this point. I put the cup back on top of the closed freezer lid and started to walk away again. I made it back inside this time. I went upstairs to get dressed for work and tried my best to ignore the pull I felt urging me back down into the garage. I work as a financial advisor, so I usually just adorn some dress pants with a button-up shirt tucked in. I admired my reflection as the pants hugged my inflated ass and legs tightly and displayed my ample package. The full chest made indents out in my dress shirt now, and my arms displayed their fullness at the biceps and triceps in the fabric. My back looked wide and powerful. I left with a strut in my step. 

I grabbed my travel mug, poured coffee into it, locked the garage door, and walked out the front door. I took a sip from it as I pulled out of the driveway but slammed on the brakes when the liquid hit my lips. I pulled the top off and balked when I saw that it was filled with cum, not coffee. I know I had poured coffee in there. I had grabbed the travel mug, poured the coffee in, locked the garage door, and then-. Wait, why had I locked the garage door? I had already locked it up when I had come inside from drinking the first two cups. To lock it back again I would have had to have unlocked it and...suddenly the memories of me holding the coffee maker flickered and turned into me dunking the travel mug into the bucket. My breathing sped up as I realized what I had done. My whole body shook with the need to finish the cup. “No. No, fuck, Charlie. You’re not drinking a third cup”, I said to myself. I put the mug back down in the cup holder and floored it to get to work. I’d dump the fucking stuff out in the work sink. The pull got stronger and stronger as I tried to ignore it and drive. I pulled in and grabbed the mug, but stopped when the weight felt considerably lighter. “No fucking way”, I said as I threw the lid off. It was empty inside. I threw the cup back into my car and slammed the door shut. I walked into my office and sat down with a huff at my desk and put my head in my hands. I needed to pour the rest out immediately, but how could I even trust that I would? A knock at my door made me jump. 

“Charlie? We still on for our appointment?”, a man said as he stepped into my office. 

“Good morning John, yes of course we are. How’ve you been”, I said as I stood up to greet one of my regular clients. He was a young upstart who had struck luck with his endeavors and needed help managing his portfolio. 

“Good, thanks. Nice to see you. You’re looking big, man, you been working out?”, he asked me as he shook my hand. 

“I’ve been trying. I appreciate you noticing the progress”. 

“Yeah, keep it up man. Get huge”. 

I smiled and felt my dick stir in my pants. I would’ve never noticed this before, but I was all of a sudden struck by what an attractive guy John is. He had dark, long, elegant hair that went down to the bottom of his neck. He kept it pushed back, giving him an elegant, Disney prince/young royal of some European country look. He took care of himself and had a fit body and a good sense of style

“Speaking of growth”, I started, “I wanted to touch base with you about your investment portfolio. It’s been steadily growing the last few months, and I wanted to discuss some opportunities for further expansion”, I said. As soon as I finished I felt a peculiar feeling in my balls and balked as the feeling of them starting to expand in my pants began. 

“Yeah, I’m down. I’ve noticed some positive changes recently”, John responded. I cleared my throat and tried to focus. 

“Yes. Your investments have been performing exceptionally well, and we’ve seen a significant increase in your portfolio value. With the market showing signs of continued growth”, I felt my dick swell larger in my pants as size began adding to it from the cum, “Uh..n-now might be the perfect time to consider diversifying your holdings to capture even bigger”, I felt all my muscles swell larger, “b-bigger returns”, I stammered out. 

“I’m all ears, but are you ok Charlie”, John asked with concern. 

“Yes, sorry, I skipped my coffee today. It was a mistake”, I laughed. 

“You’re good, I understand”, John replied. “So, bigger returns?”, he asked. I felt my balls swell larger in my pants as more cum was forced into them. “Yes, we’ve been analyzing the market trends and identifying sectors that show potential for substantial growth”, I said as all my muscles swelled larger again. I could see the indent of my chest push out further as they swelled with mass. I saw John’s eyes follow the movement. 

“I see”, he replied, “well, I’m always for staying ahead of the curve and exploring new avenues for financial growth”. I grunted as my dick, now hard, swelled a few inches longer and thicker, pushing against my swelling balls and thighs for space. I tried to pass it off as me clearing my throat, but it didn’t sound very convincing. John reached a hand down to his pants and nonchalantly adjusted himself, although he didn’t seem very concerned about making it subtle. 

“Exactly”, I grunted, “It’ll position you to take advantage of opportunities as they arise. With your portfolio already showing impressive growth”, the sounds of the threads of my shirt snapping began to sound through the room, “we have the flexibility to pursue strategic investments that align with your goals and aspirations”, I managed to choke out. My muscles swelled larger again, and I felt myself lengthen an inch or two taller. John didn’t miss any of it as it showed up in my stature. 

“Well, I appreciate your guidance and expertise”, John said, “you’re obviously a man who knows how to make growth happen”, he said with a grin. I could feel a large spurt of the growth aching to get out, but I held it back, knowing it’d be the end of my clothes and career if I let it out. “Of course. We’ll make your wealth grow bigger and stronger than ever before”, I said as I felt my whole body shuddering to expand. John watched me with narrow eyes. 

“Show me now”, John said. 

“What”, I asked. 

“Show me the growth now”, he said. 

“Well, it’ll take time. I haven’t even made the movements yet”, I replied. John stood up and walked around the desk. “You sure you can’t show me anything now?”, he asked. He crouched down and began running his hands over my chest. 

“John, please”, I choked out, “let’s maintain some professionalism”. 

“You’re already growing bigger”, he accused, looking in the eyes. 

“W-what? That’s ridiculous”, I said. 

“Is it”, he asked as he slid his hand down my chest, reaching my cramped, swollen bulge and squeezing it. It was too much. I felt my restraint snap and moaned as my entire body swelled larger with a surge. My clothes ripped off me loudly as muscle and height packed onto my frame, growing me from 6’1 to 6’4 in seconds. My legs obliterated my pants as my cocks swelled to 11 inches of steel-hard shaft. My balls swelled to the size of tangerines. I panted, looking up at John who was staring at me with his mouth hanging open. “H-how”, he stammered. 

“Take your clothes off”, I commanded as I stood up and crushed myself to him. He quickly took off his clothes exposing a ripped, sexily groomed chest and torso. We began kissing with passion as I ground our dicks into each other. Mine dwarfed his 7-inches, but it was a sexy dick nonetheless. “How did you grow like that”, John asked as I spun him around and began kissing down his defined back. “Don’t worry about it”, I said. He shuddered as I got to his ass and began kissing it. “Please Charlie, tell me. I wanna grow like that”. I stood up, looking into his eyes seriously. “Trust me. No you don’t”, I said. 

“Come on, we can grow bigger together”, he coaxed. The thought of drinking more began to weasel itself into my brain. I shook my head to clear it. “No, no trust me, John. Once you start you can’t stop”. 

“What do you mean”, he asked. 

“Just trust me. Please?”, I asked him. 

“Ok. Ok yeah”, he said, and then I pulled him back in for a kiss. I ran my tongue along the inside of his lips and felt him shudder against me. He was running his hands around my body. 

“Fuck I love how big you are. I can’t wait for the rest of the stuff to kick in and you get even bigger”, he said. I pulled back from kissing him. “What do you mea-”, I began to say, but trailed off as I looked around and saw that we were not in my office anymore. We were in my garage. 

“W-what the fuck. John. How did we get here”, I asked with a panicked expression. 

“You drove us”, he replied. 

“I-I don’t remember doing that”, I replied, tears beginning to well up in my eyes. 

“You told me you changed your mind and you’d show me what was making you grow”, John said. 

“Fuck. Ok. Ok, how many cups did we drink”, I asked. 

“What do you mean cups”, he asked. 

“Like how many cups”, I began to ask, looking around for the kitchen cups. 

“Where are the cups”, I asked. 

“We didn’t use cups, Charlie”, John replied. I began to feel an overwhelming heat engulf my body. 

“John”, I said, shaking, scared to even ask the question, “how much of the bucket did we drink”. 

“All of it”, he responded. 

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