Description When a potential boyfriend suspects his lover of lying about his true size, he accidentally gives him more than he ever cared to have.
|Updated||16 Mar 2019|
“No, I swear it’s huge.” This was a typical line Ryan had to hear. They’d only gone on a few dates and he was already tired of hearing Wyatt claim that he was hiding a footlong cock inside of his pants.
This time, they were talking over dinner at a fairly nice restaurant. Ryan had been skeptical when he first saw him on Tinder. Wyatt seemed like a genuinely sweet, average office worker. 5’10, lithe, a swimmer’s build with a little definition here and there. But when his profile claimed he was packing, Ryan couldn’t help but be suspicious. He was a man of science, a doctor by trade, and while he couldn’t say he wasn’t suppressing his scientific curiosity, he wanted someone who he could love and be with, not just fuck and be done.
“It’s all right, I don’t really care how big you are,” Ryan said. “I’d like to get to know you before I get to know him.” He pointed down to the meager bulge in his pants, but Wyatt wouldn’t let it go, clearly trying to protect his pride.
“Don’t worry, I promise you’ll be blown away by how huge it is,” Wyatt promised again. Ryan audibly sighed, exasperated with this discussion and tried to change the subject. The rest of the evening Ryan couldn’t help but feel a little put off, Wyatt’s obsession with his size was exhausting. The meal was eaten and idle chitchat was shared between the two before they got back to Wyatt’s car for the ride home.
As Ryan walked up the steps to his home, bidding Wyatt a good night and refusing to go back to his place, Ryan felt a little conflicted. When Wyatt wasn’t talking about his package he was a super nice guy, courteous, friendly, but once the topic of sex came up he became so defensive. Ryan went to his computer and began searching for any means to help. Was there some way to mentally help Wyatt get over his size concerns? He hadn’t gotten his degree in psychology or anything, but maybe therapy would be the answer? Maybe he could order him a strap-on if he was so concerned with being massive, he mused.
Finally, he stumbled on a somewhat questionable site. The background was black and the font was red, a killer on the eyes. As he scrolled through he found all kinds of spells and incantations, a classic occult site if ever there was one. He prayed he didn’t get a virus as he opened several pages of spells until he came upon one promising that the person affected by the spell would learn to stop lying to themselves and others. It promised, “When spoken with thine loved one near, they’ll wish they’d been truthful and clear. When cursed lie spoken aloud, they’ll be punished for being so proud.”
That sounded interesting, though it did label it as a curse… why would that be? The words of the spell itself were in a different language; it looked like Latin, but even Google translate couldn’t decipher the mess of characters, making it impossible to understand completely. Ryan decided to write down the incantation nonetheless and try it out. Most likely nothing would happen. I mean, we are talking about magic spells in the 21st century. He’d believe a magic dick growth serum would be made before this questionable truth spell ever managed to make Wyatt stop talking about his dick. He shrugged and went to sleep, excited for their lunch date coming up.
Ryan arrived a little early at the café they had planned to meet at, eager to attempt the spell as quickly as possible. The site had only mentioned to keep the person who you want the curse on to be in your sight during the spell, so as soon as Wyatt turned the corner he began reading off his phone, the words sounded odd, he struggled to not stutter on the strange pronunciations. As he finished nothing seemed to happen, Wyatt just continued to walk toward him. He seemed to shudder a little, coughing before speaking, “Hey there, me and the big guy missed you last night.” He grinned, Ryan groaned and facepalmed. This was a lost cause. But as his fingers split and he could see past them he noticed Wyatt’s bulge wiggling, then expanding until it looked like he was smuggling some fruit in his pants. Was he just getting hard, or was this something related to the spell? It had to be 8 inches soft now with tennis ball sized balls. Wyatt just adjusted his pants, not seeming to notice as he hooked Ryan’s arm in his and entered the restaurant.
Ryan clenched his menu tightly, hiding his face behind it as he frantically searched for the website he found the spell in. Wyatt sighed and pushed the menu down.
“Look, I know I was a bit aggressive last night,” Wyatt said. “I just had a bad experience in my last relationship and I wanna do better with this one. My ex said I wasn’t forward enough so I’m trying to prove it now. So what do you say? Maybe tonight you can learn the reason why I’m called ‘Beer can’!” Wyatt snickered, no one had ever called him that in his life but that was suave wasn’t it? He didn’t have time to mull over the cheesy line as his groin began to ache. He looked down under the table just as his cock thudded against the underside of it. He yelped and quickly sat up straight, suddenly sweating bullets. “Um, could you excuse me?” He launched himself out of his chair leaving Ryan to ponder what was going on.
He ran to the back of the shop, clasping his jacket over his bulge as he ran to the restroom. As soon as he got to the stall he looked down to see a mound where his once unimpressive junk used to be. He carefully began to undo his zipper, catching his boxers multiple times until his pants slid off his body and he looked to see his cock stretching his boxers out so much that the base of his cock was exposed. It had to be as thick as a paper towel roll and when he dropped his boxers it unfurled down to his knees, putting it at a little over a foot in length, his balls like baseballs, palmable in his hand. He backed up against the wall, trying to make sense of what was happening. He couldn’t help but be a little overjoyed, he was as big as he always claimed to be, but why was this happening? Would it stop?
He chuckled out loud. “Come on, it’s not that big,” he said. Remembering all his boasts, he added, “I’ve always been huge, right?” Maybe he could make that work. He smiled to himself, psyching himself up for trying to sell that to other people including Ryan as his groin tingled and he looked down seeing his cock gain length and girth, continuing to grow as his balls swell, hair beginning to blossom around them as they reach the size of melons. His cock pulsated, feeling hotter as he began to sweat. It felt like he was getting hard but instead of that it was inching longer and thicker. When it finished growing it was about halfway down his calf, maybe 20 inches and as thick as a man’s wrist. He gasped and panicked, quickly trying to put his clothes back on. He struggled to stuff his balls back inside his boxers and then there was his cock. The massive tube of flesh couldn’t compete with his big balls taking up so much room. He wound up having to snake it around his waist—hopefully nothing would make him hard or else that’d be a big… bigger problem. He grabbed his pants and lifted them up easy enough but doing the zipper was another story. He pushed down on his bulge trying to get every last inch he could but to no avail. His zipper only went halfway up over his package. When he did the button it lasted for about 2 seconds before it pinged halfway across the room, his pants busted open by the sheer size and weight of his package. He sighed and tied his jacket around his waist, it covering it up slightly and headed back out to Ryan.
Ryan was still trying to find the website to no avail as he looked up to see Wyatt coming out of the bathroom with his jacket worn strangely. He also sat down oddly, his legs spread wide for some reason, his knees poking out from under the table. Ryan couldn’t help but wonder what was going on. The spell couldn’t be making his junk bigger could it? Was it punishing him for lying? He noticed it move back outside but that could have been something else… he had to find out for himself.
“So Wyatt, I was thinking about what you said before and I agree,” he said. “I want to see for myself how big you are. Can we go back to your place and have some fun?”
Wyatt looked flushed, never having dreamed the role reversal taking place as he fumbled for an answer. “Oh well you see… my place is pretty dirty; I’d definitely want to clean up before I had company over.” Ryan couldn’t know he was freaked out by what was going on and was hardly in the mood for sex, let alone if he could even fit it inside another man ever again, but he knew something was wrong.
Ryan played coy and looked a bit startled, “But you said you were so eager for me to see your big cock last night, what happened?”
Wyatt played with his coffee cup a bit, swirling the liquid inside. He tried for modesty. “Well, I’m not that big…” As soon as the words left his mouth his cock regained that familiar tingle and began growing, the teeth of his half-done zipper were forced apart as his balls surged to the size of bowling balls. His pants were forced down by the size of his balls, his boxers as well giving his cock room to stick straight out and grow, Wyatt letting out a startled moan as his cock head touched the cool tile floor, it now as thick as his thigh. He blushed as he realized anyone who looked their way would see his cock out on display. He quickly tried to stuff his junk in his jacket like a sling but Ryan was able to catch a glance of the massive head before it was tucked away. A mix of lust, confusion and regret crossed Ryan’s face, almost as if he had done this to Watt.
Wyatt got up and ran to the exit, “S-sorry Ryan, I’ll have to meet up with you some other time,” he said. He struggled to keep it under control as his junk seemed to get heavier in his arms with each passing second. The last thing Ryan saw were his pants falling exposing the top of his ass as he ran for his car.
Wyatt struggled to walk with his new massive endowments—who knew having junk bigger than porn stars would be this hard? He waddled as best he could, scooping up his package underneath his arms as he made it to his car, throwing himself inside and racing home. During the drive he couldn’t help but stroke his new length. It was so long he couldn’t reach his cock head, which now rested between the gas and brake. When he made it home he was so aroused he realized the true size of his cock as it shot out from him at an obstuse angle, a slight tilt upward as it leaked globs of pre. It covered his windshield as he stroked it gently, so horny and aroused even despite the circumstances. In the café it was a shock but now, with some privacy, he could fully appreciate his situation.
Realizing he was still in public he jumped out of his car and ran inside to minimize the amount of people who saw him and as soon as he entered his house hugged his cock to his chest to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. This was really him… his cock… his balls. He’d always fantasized about being bigger but this was so much…how could he live his life with a cock this massive? He continued to think about it as he stroked his cock, the monster spewing cum all over himself and his living room carpet as he finally screamed before blowing the biggest load of his life. Halfway through he pulled it up to his face and clamped down on the leaking head, drinking his cum and letting it smear all over his body. After several more minutes it finally died down and he passed out, exhausted, leaning against his front door in a sea of his own cum, his pants ruined and his shirt drenched. It had to be done growing by now… right?
Ryan waited a day… two days… three. He couldn’t wait any longer to see Wyatt again and try to fix what he’d done. He searched night and day for that website with the curse but it’s like it never existed, nowhere to be found even using the same keywords he used from that night. He sat in his car outside of Wyatt’s house and mustered the courage to go and see him. He knocked on the door and waited for 10 minutes, then 20. Every so often Ryan would knock again, louder and louder but it was clear he wouldn’t come out. He checked to make sure Wyatt’s car was in the driveway, which it was. He had to be here. He tried to open the door and it was surprisingly unlocked. He tiptoed inside, instantly holding his nose closed, the smell of cum and sweat permeating every inch of the living space. Ryan began to feel faint and threw a window open, gasping for fresh air. He steadied himself and headed for the stairs, the smell only getting stronger, cum trails from the kitchen to the second floor evident as he climbed until he reached the bedroom. He opened the door and nearly forgot what he was doing there. Lying in the bed was Wyatt, with a cock so big he could make out with it like a lover, so thick it was like having another person in bed with him. His balls took up the bottom fourth of the bed but it didn’t seem like he minded as he worshipped his cock, licking over every inch, drinking up any pre that slipped from the tip of his cock. It was far bigger than when he caught a glimpse of it back at the restaurant, had he told a lie since then? To who, himself? Ryan couldn’t find his voice until finally he bolstered his will and spoke up.
“Wyatt!” The shout from across the room pulled Wyatt out of his blissful daze. His eyes adjusted until he saw Ryan standing in the entryway of the bedroom.
Wyatt blinked, then gasped as he realized what his boyfriend was seeing. “Why are you here?!?” He tried to hide himself under the comforter but it was so layered with cum he couldn’t get a grip on it, giving up and turning around, using his body as a shield. Even then his cockhead sat against his neck and shoulder, his balls too big for his legs to hide. The massive cockhead belched cum onto his shoulder, dripping down his back and over his ass where it pooled on the bed.
Ryan sighed, “Look at you! You’re a mess, and you’re fucking enormous!” He went to grab for Wyatt’s shoulder, not the one with a massive cock head in it, but quickly he spun around.
“I am not! This is normal, this is my normal.” Immediately Wyatt felt a blissful pleasure course through him, his cock shuddering as it began to grow again. The leaking head rose above Wyatt’s own, so big it grew past his shoulder when leaning on his body and dripped pre straight onto the floor as he tried to contain it in his arms. The weight alone was a struggle to handle, it was a little wider than his thigh at its thickest part. His balls gurgled and groaned as they grew to massive beach balls filled with gallons of cum. By the end of this spurt his cock was slapping his ass with it slung over his shoulder and was so thick it would need to be licensed as a lethal weapon, the size of it surreal, bigger than any ordinary man’s leg.
He let out a mix of a moan and whimper, so horny and yet struggling to handle the weight of his new equipment. The smell of musk and cum intensified in the room as his body gained a bit of hair on his chest, arms and legs. His muscles began to feel sore as they began to grow, his biceps gaining mass, his thighs thickening, his ass growing juicy and supple. His pecs grew out, capped with thick nipples that wound up being a nice shelf of beef. By the end of his transformation he looked like an Olympic gymnast. He flexed his new muscles, maneuvering his cock so that it stood out in front of his body, reaching midway into the bedroom and poking Ryan in the chest. The head was so massive it nearly blocked sight of Ryan’s body from Wyatt’s view. At this point his body was freaky in all regards, hyper masculinized, stubble appearing on his chin, his body exuding a manly presence. His muscles were jacked as if he had been working out for years and his cock was a force of nature.
Ryan was taken aback, he had only wanted to try and get Wyatt to accept his normal size. Never in his wildest dreams would his new boyfriend grow to become this monster-cocked stud. He wondered if he even wanted to fix him, why not keep him this big, could he even change him back if he wanted to? But what was the trigger… he loved the new and improved Wyatt but he couldn’t keep growing at this rate, he’d be a giant! Every time he grew in the past he had been talking about his dick… saying it wasn’t the size it actually was… Ryan continued to think about this as Wyatt flexed his new 24-inch biceps, kissing the enormous peak until Ryan thought back to each time Wyatt had grown in front of him.
He’d been denying reality, lying through his teeth when it clicked in his head. “Wyatt! The cur-um,” Ryan stopped himself, not wanting to make it sound evil or cruel. “The enchantment I used to try to make you stop lying about your dick, it must be punishing you each time you lie.”
Wyatt looked at Ryan puzzled, “What the fuck are you talking about? Enchantments? You’re full of shit.” He tried to rationalize what’s going on, not sure if he should boast in his current situation but old habits die hard. “I’ve always been big, maybe I grew a bit recently, but I’ve been a beast all my life.”
As if the curse was feeding off of his denial, causing larger changes with bigger lies, Wyatt groaned in pleasure as it began to stir a growth spurt even he couldn’t argue with. His body began to shake, making his cock sway and his balls bounce. His cock grew out longer and thicker, it getting so massive he couldn’t hold it up anymore and it fell to the floor…or it would have if it didn’t seem to be in a perpetual semi, drooping with its weight but hovering parallel with the floor. Ryan had to jump out of the way as the gargantuan cock began smashing against the wall of the bedroom and was forced to bend upward. Ryan frantically looked to Wyatt to see if he was in pain but the look as his face clearly said otherwise. He was in pure bliss, probably not even realizing he was becoming more cock than man. Meanwhile his balls swelled, growing bigger and bigger, past beach balls till they sat on the floor, audibly rumbling with their hyper productive sperm. His cock leaked buckets constantly, making the head and part of the shaft shine as well as making a growing puddle on the floor. He struggled to hoist it up and as if on cue his muscles began to grow, a bigger spurt than last time.
His pecs surged out of his torso, creating a 2 ft rack of solid muscle, thick nips erupting from them. Ryan almost thought he was growing tits, they kept pumping out thicker and thicker, riddled with hair. His neck became massive, corded with power. His traps swallowed most of it though as his shoulders grew into massive boulders. His arms grew thicker, 30 inches, then 35, capping at 40 inches of raw power. In his haze Wyatt flexed them, trying to grope them but failing to be able to reach, his pecs thickness preventing him. Meanwhile his abs defined themselves into 8 bricks of solid steel-like beef. His thighs exploded in size, his cock rising as his legs grew so thick he’d have to waddle even if he didn’t have the world’s largest cock. His ass became two balls of thick beef so supple they could have a drink rested on them no problem, making him rise higher off the bed. He gained some height, growing to around 6’6 but his muscles all seemed to grow in proportion, as well as his cock. He grunted as he scooped up his balls in one arm and picked his cock up with the other, it resting comfortably in his pec cleavage, about two-thirds able to fit inside the enormous chest. It smacked the ceiling as Wyatt messed around with it, spraying precum everywhere as Wyatt moaned louder and deeper, his cock apparently more sensitive than before as well. Ryan tried to eyeball his cock for a guess at size, it was probably 10 feet in length and 3 feet in girth, truly a monster of a cock. The enormous sex was so massive it could completely eclipse Ryan if Wyatt let go of it, an idea that Ryan surprisingly wasn’t uninterested in pursuing.
Wyatt sighed and looked into Ryan’s eyes, contemplating his next words carefully. “Okay… how serious were you about that enchantment thing?”
Ryan looked back, “Dead serious. I don’t know if it’ll help with the spell, but you have to be forthright with me. You have to tell me the truth.”
Wyatt looked at his body, his new manly body and his enormous cock. “All right… It’s true. I was a shrimp. I had a microdick that was 3 inches hard and I was ashamed of it. I thought I’d never be man enough for anyone and I just wanted to have one guy not leave after I told him what I was packing.” His eyes started to well up, an odd sight, an enormous bodybuilder with a monster cock tearing up about feeling small. Just when Ryan was about to console him his body began to glow, a dull light that began to pool over his heart and came out of his body, a solid ball that flew up to the ceiling and then exploded, the sound of shattering glass filled the air, the curse broken. Ryan was astonished by this then looked at Wyatt who… was still monstrously large.
Wyatt groaned as he woke up, shaking all the numbness from his arm, a typical morning ritual at this point. His cock seemed to like flopping over in his sleep and cutting blood off from his limbs. It’d been a couple of months since Ryan had moved in with the now enormous Wyatt. He couldn’t work at his office anymore so he quit and changed careers to a porn star. Not surprisingly, men and women paid good money to see a monstrous man like Wyatt flex his enormous muscles and play with his mega balls and cock on camera. He often made out with his enormous cock like some erotic sex toy, frequently drenching himself in his own juices and making every viewer wish they could have just one taste. It took both arms to control his monster, still unable to encircle it completely. This made jacking it off mildly difficult but he was up for the challenge. His hyper masculine body gave him the stamina to go for hours, cumming numerous times in a day, ranging from 20-30 depending on how horny he got himself, and if Ryan was in the mood.
He had to move out of his home to one made specifically for him, mostly paid for by Ryan who did everything he could to make up for what he did. Wyatt couldn’t say no and moved into the home, the doors made extra wide and special grates implemented into the floor to drain all the excess precum Wyatt spewed every minute of every day. There was also a milking station in the kitchen that helped him keep his ball size under control and helped keep the house from having a foot-deep pool of cum on the first floor before noon. His attire was pretty much restricted to compression shirts and a massive pouched speedo to keep his cock and balls wrapped up tight so he could walk, also specially made for him. Suspenders were also a must to hoist his bulge off the floor, which always threatened to pop thanks to his pecs stretching them to their limit. When relaxing at home he’d typically wear nothing; why hide his monstrous size in uncomfortable clothes? It wasn’t not like his body wasn’t appreciated by his lover.
Ryan continued his work within his practice, making enough to support himself and his new enlarged boyfriend. He’d often come home to find Wyatt pumping a load into the sink drain or finishing up a stream for his growing audience. But when the camera was off he was all his. Who knew how a little curse would make his dream man.