Grow lamp 2: peter principle

[Dream Big]

My name is Peter Chang. I’m 21 years old, a college student, and I work part time at my family’s Chinese restaurant most summers. I go to school about two hours away, so I haven’t been helping out much the past few years,

My college is kind of remote, and there are like, no decent Chinese places anywhere nearby, so I am usually happy to help when I am home. The tips are good because Lucky Dragon House has the best food and because we deliver. But mostly it’s because my uncle and cousin are amazing cooks, and I get to eat whatever I want. And the people are interesting, whether they’re regular customers or the people stuck at the local motel. But really, it’s that zooming around on my bike makes me hungry, and all those noodles and beef really hit the spot.

For all the good it has done me. Apparently I got my dad’s genetics, which is great in some ways — I can eat pretty much whatever I want and never gain weight — but on the flip side, I am skinny. I spent most of college eating like a pig and working out like crazy with my roommate, trying to put some meat on my bones, but I never seem to manage it. Best I’ve done was get pretty shredded abs, but you can still see my ribs. Joey, my stud roomie, busted his ass and bulked up, but couldn’t seem to get shredded, so most of last semester we spent vaguely irritated over these facts. In fact, without ever saying it, we began to resent each other a bit over

I’d all but given up ever looking the way I dreamed when I delivered a huge order to a house I was pretty sure I’d been to before. Uncle Howard (we all go by western style names) stuffed box after box into the warm container, then filled another. Must have been twenty pounds of food in each, and when he saw my expression, he said “don’t worry kid, you can use the car —that’s a lot to carry”.

When I got to the Turner house, and lugged the oversized containers out and up the walkway, I figured there would be a party or something, but no extra cars were parked near the place. I knocked on the door, and was greeted by something almost beyond Human. This gorgeous muscular beast of a man, nearly 8 feet tall, answered the door, Buck naked.

He quickly realized he forgot the clothing, apologized, and shut the door. He opened it again a few seconds later with a huge sheet wrapped around his waist.

How to describe him? Well, he bore a passing resemblance to the guy I’d seen here before, but this guy was almost two feet taller than me. Then his boyfriend came in, almost as huge, and I nearly fainted

When they promised to help me bulk up a bit, it seemed too good to be true, but they’d gotten this huge practically overnight and literally couldn’t go out naked. So they asked me to run an errand.

When I returned, they made good on their promise, and used s magic lamp on me. In the end, I ended up with a smoking hot bod, two new older friends, and a lot more confidence. The two men were so open about their sexuality, and had been even before they turned superhuman, that it gave me hope. I trusted them, and we experimented until I looked the way I wanted, and until they were s more manageable size. They’d undone some of their insane development, ending up roughly the size of particularly big athletes. And then they told me that the lamp was gone,

Sure. Probably for the best, because the temptation was almost magnetic. I couldn’t be sure of my own self control in its presence, so good riddance, I figured. My own improvements would be tough to explain.

I new I would have to be careful with timing. I could hide my changes from folks for a while. My friends at school would assume I bulked up while home, and vice versa. It worked pretty well.

Joey couldn’t believe my improvements, and to my surprise, I could match him in the gym, for weight and reps, thanks to my new physique. And in the showers afterwards, I kind of made sure he saw my improved cock, hanging nearly 8 inches limp and hardening to just over ten inches.

And suddenly our dynamic shifted. He became wary of new taller, habitually shirtless and ab-tastic me. And it kinda hurt, because, I realized, I was kinda into him.

Didn’t realize then that we had the same problem.

Or that my journey of self discovery in college was about to get even weirder...

 

[xxsweet_spunkxx]

Awesome! I can't wait for more!

 

[Dream Big]

For about a week after Joey saw my junk in the shower, he avoided me. He tried to play it off like nothing was wrong, that he was just distracted by class or by a renewed focus on working out.

Poor guy. I already had the edge on him for height — he was only 5’9” — but now I was about 6’1, and every built as built as he was. At about 225 (and all of it precisely where it belonged), I was pretty athletic looking. I played it coy with Joey and anyone else who was curious, saying I had been lucky and worked hard. Both things were true. Just not quite the way people understood them. I had certainly worked hard, and I had gotten quite lucky, but the new physique owed itself mostly to the lucky part.

Still, I wanted to keep it, so I worked at it. In fact, I kinda dove into it, no longer held back by my scrawny old body. I basically followed the same routines Joey had me on when I was skinny, but with a lot more weight. And within a month, i was showing gains again. Like, suddenly my body had the raw material to build on, so it got the hint I had been sending for the last 6 years of my life.

Since Joey had been too busy to work out with me, I hit the gym at a more convenient time for me, which was late at night. The campus gym was open until 1am, and I found that I slept better after a good workout and hot shower. So I would hit class, grab dinner, spend a few hours working in the library, then hit the gym around 10pm. 45 minutes of cardio, and 45 minutes of weights and strength stuff. Then a quick 15 minutes in the sauna, a shower, and a quick jog home to bed. A few days into that routine, I noticed two things. First, I mostly had the place to myself, or at least the weight room. Second, the guy at the desk was really cute.

In my mind, I had classified him as “Derek the twink “ because he was about 5’5, nicely built and sculpted into a tight little package with a bum slightly larger than you’d expect on a little guy. Big blue-green eyes, a cute little dirty blond faux hawk, and a tendency to wear compression shorts and tight polo shirts. He seemed straight and no nonsense, almost military, at first, but I quickly realized that was just an act.

Three days into my new routine, I was sure he was staring at me, and I was enjoying the attention. By day four, he found excuses to “check up on me” because he was worried about me working out alone. I agreed that I could use a spotter, at least on the bench press (I had been using the machine, but figured what the hell). And so Derek helped me load on the plates, making small talk and complimenting me on my build in a typical jock way, and then took up position behind the bar as I slid under it.

“So you are going for record here, or reps?”

“Reps”

“Wow, 350 for reps? I’m impressed...”

“This time last year, I was seventy pounds lighter, and I could only manage 120 for reps.”

He made some appreciative noises as I started in...and then I realized that I was breezing through the first set. Another twenty pounds was quickly added, and that felt like it was better. My form had always been good, so 30 reps later, I was feeling pretty good about myself and feeling a nice burn. And as I worked through my usual stuff, it became apparent that Derek was feeling good about me too. Nobody else had been in since about 11, and as I was finishing up my routine, he disappeared for a few minutes.

I finished off the last set on the butterfly machine with a grunt, smiled, and stretched and shook myself out a bit before heading back to the sauna. To my surprise, Derek followed me.

“Don’t you need to be at the desk?”

“I locked the door.”

“Won’t you get in trouble?”

“Literally nobody but you has been here after 11pm all last week. I put a “back in a few minutes”sign up.”

“So you’re just goofing off on the job?” I teased.

“Shut up. You know why I did it. You are why I did it,” he said, pulling off his shirt. His tight little gymnast bod glistened in the moist air of the steam room.

“Me?”

“Jesus fuck, yes you,” he said. “You know half the campus has been talking about you, Mr Peter Chang, since break. You went from zero to hero, or so the girls have been saying. For all the good it did them, because apparently you don’t play for that team.”

His socks were tossed on top of the shirt,and the shorts followed. Just his lean bod, a pair of Calvin Klein briefs, and a very, very singular look in his eyes.

“Personally, I always thought you were cute, now you’re hot, too.” He had moved uncomfortably close, and then he reached up and kissed me. I returned the favor with enthusiasm, breaking the amazing kiss after a moment or two.

“Why mister Derek, whatever do you mean?”

He smiled and kissed me again, and his other hand reached down into my shorts.. and then his eyes popped open in surprise.

“No way!”

“What?” I said, playing coy.

“That is one impressive cock,”he said,” but I never guessed it was this big,” he said, as his fingers traced its length and girth. “You got this when you bulked up over break?”

“More or less,” I said, then kissed him again. He tasted nice.

“How...how big?”

“Over nine inches,” I said, though I knew full well it was just a hair over ten.

“Oh my god,” he panted, and pulled my shorts down a bit violently.

Shit, he went for it. Kissing and licking the head and the little sensitive bit below the head, and then adopting a sultry expression as he looked up at me and smiled. “You stay right there mister...”

I was clearly not the first cock he had sucked. Not with those techniques. He teased me for five whole minutes, just with mouth and hands on my junk, moaning softly, and then deep throated all ten inches of my spectacular penis. I was unbelievably far down his throat, to the point where I worried about hurting him, when he started doing something with his throat muscles that made me squirm. With almost no warning, I jizzed spectacularly — and at length — right down his throat. He kept me locked in place, buried to the hilt in his mouth, until it was done. Then he licked me clean, belched slightly, and tilted his head a little to smile st me again.

“That was a bit more than nine inches,” he accused.

“Okay, it’s ten.”

“I happen to be prepared,” he said, and pulled a measuring tape from somewhere. His touch brought my erection screaming back, and he measured me.

“I get 10.2 inches here. You are a healthy boy, aren’t you?” Derek leaned up and kissed me again, and I could taste a bit of my own spunk on his lips. “Next time don’t wait a week between rubbing one out,” he advised.”

“Um, okay,” I said. I had knocked out s pretty sizable load that afternoon after class.

“I really need to check the door. But anytime you want a good milking, you just let me know,” he said.

The smile I wore in the afterglow didn’t fade immediately,but it did change a bit when I realized that I had measured yesterday and I only hit 10 inches when I was super excited. Had I somehow managed to grow another quarter inch today? And If so, how?

 

[Dream Big]

I really would have showered before I left the gym, but i suspected that would lead to more fun with Derek, and I was a little concerned about messing things up for him and his job. Besides, I could shower back at my place. So I said goodbye as I passed the desk (he was signing in some clueless freshman so he just mouthed “call me” as I passed), and set off on my usual route back.

My mind was reeling. After everything else, and especially after the cautions my supersized friends had passed along, i had a nagging fear of growing, like They had. Let’s face it, they were almost inhumanly big when I met them properly, and they’d warned me about irrational thoughts and unrestrained libido that they’d experienced. And I would have considered Derek out of my league, before. Maybe something was different, beyond the improved body? Had I somehow forced him or tricked him? Was I growing or super excited, or had I just mismeasured?

I decided to clear my head a bit and take the long way, which had my running through the quads. Possibly a mistake, because it was a nice night and loads of people were still outside. There had been some sort of event that had obviously just wrapped up. So I had to weave through the crowd a bit, but mostly people saw me coming and got out of my way. Still I had to stop once or twice, or adjust my pace. Still, with my headphones on I could tune out most of the background noise. Until the charge went out. Damn, I’d forgotten regarding my phone.

Which meant, suddenly, I could hear what people were saying, and to my embarrassment, a lot of it was about me. Girls commenting on my butt as I passed. Guys wondering what team I was on. I tried to tune it out, but one comment caught my ear — a pleasant masculine baritone saying “damn, that boys got s full basket.” I guess people assume you don’t hear them when you have headphones on.

Shit, I really did have a full basket, and the comment woke up the beast. I was too exposed, in these light gym shorts, for the erection I was now capable of. It would be indecent exposure even if it stayed in my shorts! And at my current size, that seemed unlikely.

“Dude, I think that guy has chubby.”

“Shit, China boy is packing!”

Yeah, that did it. Annoyed as I was at the “China boy” part, it seemed my little friend enjoyed the compliments. Too many eyes on me. I had to stop before I reached full mast, and figure out what to do. Running would not be wise in my current condition, but I could feign a cramp, and walk back with my bag hiding my woody.

So that’s what I did. I said “ouch!”, and pretended my hamstring had seized up. Limped over to an open bench, casually set my bag on my lap as I stretched my leg out and pretended it was cramping.

“Hey, you alright?”

Oh no. I knew that voice.

“Pete? You okay?”

Yup. It was Harry Kim. He was a grad student, saddled with the same name as a TV character from Star Trek. Honestly, he looked like him, too, which didn’t help. But that wasn’t the problem.

The problem was that he had obviously been crushing on me months ago, before I stopped sailing up the river in Egypt. I was in denial, he’d confessed to being interested in me, and I had handled it badly. We hadn’t spoken in months.

“Bad cramp?”

“Yeah,” I lied.

“Here, let me take a look,” he said.

“Oh, it’s just a cramp, you don’t need to—“

“Pete, seriously, I am in nutrition and sports med, I am actually trained for this kinda thing. Now scoot over, move that bag, and let’s—“

“Um,” I managed. He’d moved my bag before I got a chance to reposition.

“Shit,” he said.

Fuck. My dick was stretching my shorts out pretty badly. Only my gym bag kept that out of public view, and while I was pretending to work on my cramp, it had apparently reached full mast.

Harry had the decency to look embarrassed, then quickly scan the area.

“I don’t think anyone else noticed, but maybe put the bag back?

“Good call,” I said, and did so. “I uh...”

“Got quite the little problem there, huh?”

“Oh hey, are you okay?” One of the girls, a rather athletic one (I think her name was Nancy or Nadine or something, she was in one of my classes last semester), jogged over with a concerned look on her face. Blond, toned, objectively hot by any measure. Not my usual type (I preferred friendly, nerdy girls usually), but apparently my dick was into that right now, and I felt the pulse of interest down below. Thank goodness for my gym bag!

To my horror, two more people popped over, asking after me. Why was everyone suddenly so interested in my health?

Bless him, Harry took charge.

“He will be okay, just a leg cramp. Probably overdid it in the gym. He just needs to rest a bit and then walk it off.”

“I can believe he overdid it in he gym, looks like he’s been living there lately” Nancy laughed. “But if you want ice, or a hot compress or something, my dorm is right behind you.”

“Ice might help with his problem,” Harry said, with a smirk she couldn’t see (but I could). “There’s a bit of swelling making it difficult for him to walk properly.”

“I’ll get it,” she said, and jogged off. Harry convinced the others things were under control, and I attempted in vain to adjust myself without making a big fuss.

Then he kneeled next to me. “When she gets back, I will say it’s a groin pull. Maybe the ice will make that manageable so you can extract yourself from this awkward situation.”

I looked around, and sure enough, there were at least a dozen people watching me.

Harry sniffed. “Dude, did you just come gym?”

“Yeah”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you smell like teen spirit and recent sex.”

Shit. “Sorry, I didn’t expect to be out in public long...”

“I didn’t say I minded. It kinda smells nice...”

 

[xxsweet_spunkxx]

Can't wait to read more! Great work as always!

 

[Dream Big]

I smelled like teen spirit and recent sex?

What the hell did that mean? I tried, surreptitiously, to sniff my pits, and yeah, I was ripe.

“Hey, here’s the ice,” Nancy said. She handed over a ziplock bag full of ice, wrapped in a towel.

“Thanks,” Harry and I said at the same time. I took the bag and pressed it partly against my thigh, but mostly against my dick, praying the swelling would go down. Man, it was cold!

“I don’t imagine that’s very comfy,” Nancy said.

“I’ll manage,” I said through gritted teeth.

“So uh, you’ve really been working hard at the gym, haven’t you,” Nancy said.

“A little too hard,” Harry said, with a smile. “But it’s clearly paying off.”

“Right? He must have put on twenty pounds this semester.”

That was about right. On top of the inches and size I’d gained during my remarkable break...

“I’m sorry, Peter, couldn’t help but notice. But you gotta be careful about over training. I love to run, but I overdid it once or twice and it really set me back,” Nancy said. “Coach was pissed.”

“Oh, you’re on the running team?” And that got her talking, and playing with her hair. She had been on a pretty hard run when she stopped to help, and glistened with sweat. It looked good on her, and we chatted for a few minutes as I watched a bead of sweat trickle down her thigh.

Looking her over, I was impressed. She was quite fit, and had perky boobs and long legs, and a smart look even in her running gear. Seeing my gaze, she blushed a little. And then seeing that, Harry rolled his eyes. She had gone from ally to competition, I guess, in his eyes.

“Well, it looks like the swelling has gone down a bit,” Harry said, “so maybe we should get you back to your place? Think you can walk?”

The ice had worked, and I was no longer sporting wood. But I was definitely feeling interest from her, and hell, I was bisexual after all. Or maybe the libido was tweaked high enough to pop for anyone cute enough, who knows.

“Yeah, I will manage. Thanks, Nancy. I’ll wash your towel and bring it back,”I offered. And she nodded and asked for my phone.

“Whenever is fine. Just text me,” she said, smiling, “and try not to overdo it. You look pretty good as it is, no need to get all muscle bound, right?” And then she jogged off again.

“That was smooth,” Harry said. “You didn’t use to be so confident. But I guess you kinda grew into that. Who wouldn’t be confident built like you?”

Harry was unable to keep the slight jealous tone from his voice, and I took stock of him too. Slightly stocky, he had a softness to his handsome features, and he was a smart guy. Really smart. Suddenly I couldn’t recall why I wasn’t interested in him before.

“Smart guys have their own confidence,” I said. “That can be sexy too.”

And he blushed. Two for two. But I needed to get back before the boner of doom returned.

“Do you...do you want me to go back with you, make sure you’re okay?” He asked, a little nervously.

“You sure? It’s a few blocks away, I am in the off campus housing,” I said.


Fifteen minutes later, I was back in my room, and so was Harry. I stuck a sock on the door, just in case.

 

[Dream Big]

I shut the door, and turned around to find Harry smiling like the cat that got the canary.

“Well, well, well. The rumors were true. Skinny Peter Chang got buff.”

“Late growth spurt, I guess. It’s not like I haven’t been working on trying to get some muscle for a while...”

“Oh, sure. I’ve seen you and Joey Scrivani working out before. At first I thought you were an item, you know.”

“Me and Joey? Nope. Just friends. And we used to be workout buddies”

“Couldn’t blame you if you were into him. Short but built. But I think you’re built better now,” he said.

I blushed, and my dick throbbed just a bit. Apparently I was developing a thing for that kind of praise. It got me right in the hole where my self confidence had been missing.

“Uh, thanks I guess.”

“Just the truth, man. But i gotta ask, was it hormones? Steroids? Because you also got taller, and I am pretty sure you weren’t sporting quite so much down below before.”

“I didn’t take anything, just the normal protein supplements Joey recommended, and I’ve done those for two years now. I have no rational explanation,” I said, truthfully enough. I mean, I knew the cause and mechanism, but not the underlying science, or magic, or whatever powered that old lamp. But I wasn’t about to divulge the secret to Harry.

“Still, that’s a hell of a spurt. Everyone noticed, you know. It’s not just the size, you carry yourself differently. Like the old Superman movie from the 70s where the guy stands straighter and looks people in the eyes when he’s Superman, and slouches and avoids eye contact and stammers when he’s Clark Kent. So yeah, people noticed. The folks you have classes with, your profs and TAs. People have been asking about the hot Chinese dude.”

Throb again.

“Me, I have only two questions. One, have you seen a doctor? And two, are you finally willing to admit you might be not entirely straight?”

I sighed, and pulled my shirt off. I’d answer his questions and then hop in the shower.

“Okay. First, no, I haven’t seen a doctor. I feel fine, great even.”

“Pete, you know I’m studying in that field, with an eye to doing sports medicine. You grew like five inches in a month or two and out on fifty pounds of muscle. That just doesn’t happen. It might not be safe, though I gotta admit, you look pretty healthy. You don’t even have stretch marks.”

“Anyway. Second, yes. I am pretty sure I am bi.”

“Well, that’s a step. Have you, um, tested that theory?”

“Does getting a BJ from a hot twink count?”

“Not as much as giving one would, but...”

“And my reaction to Nancy should count, too. Boys and girls both get me hard, Harry. And I don’t have to explain or define or prove anything.”

“You really have changed. Last year you wouldn’t admit that to yourself, much less someone else.”

“I guess so. Look,Harry, about last semester...”

“Hey, don’t sweat it. You were cute and I was pushy and you weren’t ready. I get it. I should have seen the signs, same thing happened to me a few years ago,” he admitted. “I have kind of been feeling guilty about it myself.”

“I was a dumbass and I overreacted and I am sorry.”

Now it was his turn to blush. And sniff.

“What?”

“Dude, is that...I’m is gonna sound weird, but your scent is pretty strong.”

“My scent? Oh, is this that ‘teen spirit and recent sex’ thing you mentioned?”

“Yeah, I guess. Its not a bad smell, really, just noticeable. Like you just worked out and had sex.”

“Well I kind of did just do that.”

“I’m not talking about specifics, it’s more that your scent,” he sniffed for emphasis, a sort of puzzled or curious look on his face, “makes me think of pent up locker room hormones and sex.”

“Is that you being funny or paying some bizarre complement or what?”

“Can you smell it?”

I could, kind of. It mostly smelled like me, or my recent workout sweat. My natural odor wasn’t bad, but it did seem more intense lately. Without thinking, I took a deep sniff of my pit, and it hit me pretty hard. He was right, it smelled like a hard fuck and a hard workout. Youth and clean sweat and testosterone. It was stronger and mushier than I had realized. And he was right, I was thinking of hot sex and muscle.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I am pretty ripe,” I said, apologetically. “I should, um, shower or something.”

The curious look deepened. Harry’s eyes were intense, concentrated on me. Roving hungrily over my body. “You don’t need to on my account. It’s not unpleasant at all.” He took a deeper sniff, and let his breath out in a shudder of pleasure.

“Harry?”

“But you should definitely get more comfortable,”he said, adjusting his own crotch. “I would like t talk more but I also know you had a little problem — a not so little problem — outside there, and I wouldn’t mind helping you out with that, if you want.”

Oh, THAT. I felt the throb, an dthen sudden coolness on the tip of my dick. It had been slowly getting hard, and had just poked up above my waistband. Without a shirt, i couldn’t hide it.

Fuck it, I decided to roll with it. I stopped fighting and let the erection continue. Why not?

“Oh, you mean..” I paused for emphasis, “my little friend and his insistence on coming out to play?”

“Your little friend grew up big and strong, apparently,” he said, a hint of wonder in his eyes. “Jesus, I had no idea.”

“Help me out, then.” Together we pulled my shorts off, along with my poor Calvins. My huge dick sprung up like I hadn’t drained it half a dozen times that day, eager and ready to pounce.

“Oh my god, that thing is huge!” (It was but it didn’t feel quite done yet.

“It is pretty big, I guess.” I feigned shyness.

“Seriously, is it still getting bigger! How big is that thing going to get?”

“About ten inches,” I said, glancing down to see I was well on my way there.

“Jesus. I don’t know if I will be able to help much. No way could I take that beast.”

“Well, I am not doing this by myself while you watch,” I replied saucily.

He nodded, and reached out and touched the tip of my cock, tenderly, as if proving to himself that it was real...

 

[Dream Big]

“It’s so warm,”he said. It ought to be, most of my blood was apparently pumped into it.

“Your hand feels nice,” I said without thinking.

“Bet this will feel better,” he said, and began to attempt to swallow my dick. He licked his lips, then gently licked around the tip and the glans, while his right hand began to slowly stroke the length of it, gently bit firmly. Not gonna lie, it was already feeling great. I was extremely sensitive, and as his hand massaged my nuts, he tried to get his mouth around the tip. Within seconds, I felt a small gush of pre, which he swallowed, pulling off.

“That was faster than I expected,” he said. “It tastes nice.”

“That was just the pre,” I said. He cocked an eyebrow.

Sure enough, a little more spurted out, drooling slowly down and following the lines of a large vein.

“Well then,” he said, licking his lips, “Time to really get to work....”

Well, Derek had been nice, but a little rushed. Harry took a slower approach and Man, was it worth it. He cycled between a few techniques — gentle nips and licks, firm strokes, ball massage, tongue, and finally mouth. It was like a roller coaster in slow motion, and I kept anticipating his next move, but he’d switch it up. Finally, as I was starting to really overheat, he took me nearly all the way in. I had a solid seven inches buried in his mouth, and his tongue was working overtime. The suction was increasing, and so was my arousal...in fact, I felt a little surge, and he must have too, because he briefly glanced up in surprise, before diving all the way to the hilt. Dear lord, that was a shock, possibly for both of us! I found myself moaning and gasping.

Then he did this swallowing and swirling tongue thing, pulling me even deeper, and as I squirmed and moaned, he grabbed my balled firmly, and that was all I could take.

I was probably quite noisy. I remember gasping and gripping the pillow like I was hanging on for dear life, and then the sensation of burning hot cum shooting through my entire being. Never in my life had I felt that full body orgasm. And it just kept going. Must have been ten or twelve huge shots, but it could have been six or twenty for all I knew. Time and numbers lost meaning and I was blissfully on the edge of passing out.

Poor Harry was locked onto my big fuckstick like a lamprey, desperately trying to keep up with my output. Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t half a cup of jizz, but he got nearly all of it before he started to choke a bit. He coughed and then backed up a bit.

And then a bit more. I looked down, slightly dizzy, as cool air suddenly hit my moist cock, and saw Harry, cum dribbling from his nose and mouth, a stunned expression on his face. My cock was still exiting his mouth, and it was taking a while. Finally the last bit popped out, and another couple of small spurts shot angrily in both our directions.

Jesus, that couldn’t be all me. It hadn’t softened, but it looked larger and angrier than before.

“How,” he managed, and then coughed hard a few times, “How the hell did I get all that in my mouth?”

I couldn’t speak. I could barely form thoughts, at that point, as I panted from the exertion.

Harry reached forward, shaking his head. “Damn, Pete.” Both hands fit around the shaft, though the fingers didn’t touch the thumbs, but there was easily room for mine, too. “Good grief, you’re immense.” He spotted a book, and used it as a rough measure while I lay there trying to gather my wits.

“You’re longer than this book!” He frantically searched my desk and found a ruler, seizing it just as I finally managed to raise my head. “Ten inches my ass,” he said. “You’re just a bit under twelve!”

Well, THAT got my attention.

“No way,” I said. But there it was, the ruler firmly planted along the top edge of my cock, and despite the slight arc of my penis, the ruler barely cleared the tip.

“That’s unreal, he said. You are probably the biggest guy on campus. And you told me ten inches. Heck, it felt like you were halfway down my throat, and you probably were!”

“Harry,” I began.

“I just can’t believe it. Fuck, you are way bigger than anyone I have ever seen.”

“Harry! Can you shut the fuck up for one moment?”

That got him to stop talking.

“Sorry.”

“Harry, I wasn’t that big before. Not last week, not when I got up, not when I was at the gym.”

“Okay. How big were you?”

“Last I checked, slightly over ten inches hard.”

“You couldn’t possibly have grown two inches in the last half hour,” he said. “No way.”

“Stranger things have happened. “

 

[Dream Big]

...and that’s when the door swung open and Joe and his girlfriend walked in.

 

[Dream Big]

Honestly, I'm surprised we didn't hear them coming -- the walls weren't exactly soundproof, and they were both quite drunk. But then, we were otherwise occupied ourselves.

Here's how it went down. The door banged open and the two of them -- Joey and his flavor-of-the-month girl Natalie staggered in, giggling and kind of pawing each other up. They could barely stand, much less walk a straight line. She was saying something like "no, no, i'm a good girl but you're a bad bad boy!" and he was saying "you're bad too, you know you are", talking over each other and shushing, all in a big pile of noise. Joey's back was to us as he groped Natalie, not even realizing he had an audience.

Natalie, on the other hand, did a note perfect comedy double-take.

"oh my god joey there are guys fucking in your house"

"What?"

"Oh man, i gotta be drunker than I thought but that dude has the biggest dick i've ever seen. Like, EVER."

Wobbling slightly, Joey spun around, but whatever he was about to say was lost to his surprise at seeing me and Harry.

You couldn't blame him, really. I mean, by this point I was nearly 6'2 and swole and shredded, and I had a foot-long hard-on throbbing insistently in front of me, while Harry sat between my legs with one hand on my balls and his face splattered with a fresh cum glaze.

Surprise was mutual, I guess.

I was too shocked to be really pissed, and they were drunk enough that it would be of limited effectiveness to berate him.

"Dude, the sock was on the door," I said, perhaps a little too firmly. "you should have knocked first, at least."

"Wha? Oh, sorry Pete. Just a little drunk."

"You're a LOT drunk," Natalie helpfully added. "And so am I. But DAMN, you are Pete, right? Everyone has been talking about you. Fuck, Joey, he's really hot, and his dick is sooooo big."

"Um, he's right here," I said. "Do you mind?"

"Sorry Pete," Joey said, and I could tell he meant it."We're both drunk. Say hi Natalie!"

"Hi!"

Natalie, however, was completely distracted by me. She was drunk enough that standing was an effort and her head got a little wobbly, but her eyes were scanning my body with laser focus. I don't think I've ever felt that much like a side of beef, being viewed by a tiger.

"Who's the lucky man down there?"

"Harry."

"um...hi?"

"Great. now we've all said hello, why don't your go to your room, and we'll go to mine, and this never happened," I suggested.

Chagrinned, Joey tried to guide his girlfriend back to his room, but she was even more wasted than he was. Finally Harry just stood up and helped get them into Joey's room. Me, I wasn't going anywhere. I just lay there, my monstrous prick standing at attention, half covered in cum splatters...trying to figure out how the hell I had grown two inches of dick in the last few hours.

Harry quietly shut the door behind him, and then began to chuckle. From the sounds of things, Joey and Natalie were already going at it.

"Great minds think alike, I guess," I said.

With real regret in his eyes, Harry said "oh, definitely, but the surprise straight couple kinda killed my momentum."

"Harry --"

"And I'm a little freaked out that you grew. I don't know how I feel about it and I don't know if it's true, but it's messing with my head a little. Can I get a rain check?"

"Yeah, but one major condition. Don't tell anyone about ....well, any of this. Okay?"

"i understand," Harry affirmed. "I just need a little time to process 'all of this.'"

He left, distracted, not even bothering to clean up.

I, however, DID take a quick shower before bed, hoping that they'd be done drunk-fucking in the next room by the time i was finished. (Yeah, and while in shower, I spent half my time in there coaxing out another cum shot in the name of research.)

My mind continued to race for a little while, enjoying the relative quiet, and then I was out fast asleep.)

 

[Dream Big]

I am usuallly a pretty light sleeper, but between the warm shower and the half a dozen times I’d cum that day, I was down for the count. Couldn’t tell you what I was dreaming about, but being cozy was a huge part of it. And in the distance, there was a familiar, friendly sound, repeating and insistent, and gradually getting louder...

“Pete! PETE! Come on man, your alarm has been going off for like twenty minutes now!”

Ah, that would be it. I sprung instantly awake and my brain finally jumpstarted, but apparently not fully. I rolled over and groped until I found the alarm clock, and hit the button. Then I sat up, groggy and blinking stupidly.

“Jesus, man, put that away!”

Oh, right, I apparently was still in the buff, and my sheets and I had parted ways when I rolled over. I looked down...fuck, I was unmistakably large now, and my half-chub was growing larger by the second. It liked the thought of getting bigger.

I glanced up at Joey, still standing in the doorway, the look on his face a weird mix of embarrassment, mild anger, and ...hmm, something else. Envy? Curiosity? He was a little confused, certainly.

But he was still standing there, looking. Fresh from the shower, apparently. Glistening, with his muscular body covered only by the towel. I stared unabashedly. God, he was sculpted so well...

Well, shit, that got me sprung fast. A powerful surge and mild ache suffused me, and I swear I could feel my dick shoot slightly past its usual length.

“Fuck, man, that’s obscene,” Joey said, and he wasn’t wrong.

“You did say to get up...should have been more specific,” I said, saucily.

That stupid joke brought the faintest hint of a grin to his face. Then he wrinkled his nose.

“Dude, do you smell that? I’ve been smelling it all night, and if anything it’s getting stronger.”

Tentatively, I sniffed the air. Nothing out of the ordinary. I shook my head.

“I think it’s stronger in here,” he said, absently. Stepping into my room and sniffing.

“What kind of smell,” I said, but something was ringing a faint bell.

“I dunno, it’s not really a bad smell, but ...”. He slowly walked closer, breathing deeply, his eyes half lidded. “Not a bad smell at all...”

This was definitely weird. And kind of hot. He was now close enough that I could smell him — his own faint scent largely covered by soap and shampoo, but something unmistakably Joey was there as an undercurrent. He was now uncomfortably close.

“Whoa,” he said softly. “I think it’s you, Pete...”

Suddenly, I remembered a similar comment from yesterday, and without thinking, I lifted my arm and sniffed my own pit deeply. There was definitely some slightly sharp undertone there, not exactly unpleasant, but kind of ...

“Whoa....”

I looked up to see Joey, his eyes wide and nostrils flared, staring hungrily at me.

“Fuck, man, I can’t take it,” he said, closing his eyes firmly shut. “What the hell is going on with me?”

Sure enough, he was sporting wood under his towel. My own dick throbbed sympathetically, like it was cheering him on.

“What’s the matter, Joey,” I said, whispering softly.

“Fuck man, you know I like girls, and I like you as a friend. But ever since you had that growth spurt, it’s been weird...” saying the words was tough for him, I could tell. He adjusted himself under the towel. “Watching you hunk out was too much. It was like, at first, you were this nice guy I was helping get into shape, and then you somehow shot past me. I was jealous, but I was also a little turned on. And it freaked me out.”

Emotion shot across his eyes, his cute sweet brown eyes. “I don’t get it, man, I have never spring wood for a dude. And it keeps getting worse. I’ve fucked nine semester, and I was never like that.i just wanted a distraction.”

“Joey,” I said, “it’s really okay. I don’t know what’s happening here, not for sure, but I am not mad at you or anything.”

“But you don’t understand. This has been fucking with my mind all semester. I’ve been working out like a beast, trying to catch up, but then you had to grow that monster dick and that’s just not fair.”

Throb. Jesus, my dick liked that praise.

“I keep thinking about it, for weeks now since I saw you naked. That’s not right! I never, ever gave another guys cock more than a glance before. I don’t understand why I ....shit, I was even thinking about it with Natalie last night. Didn’t help that her drunken ass kept talking about it.”

Man, that was hot.

Throb.

“And now this, this smell. It’s been there all semester, but it’s stronger here, and it’s definitely you. All I can think about right now is you. Hit, man, I’m fucking hard as a rock, but your boner is ridiculous and it’s all I can think about...”

He was on the verge of panic, and instinctively I stood up, pulled him to me and kissed him.

“Is that better?” I asked.

“I ...I don’t know, Pete,” he said. He was shaking. I held him closer, and he leaned his head, almost grudgingly, against me.

“I like you too, you know,” I whispered. He was a nice guy, of course I liked him, and he was obviously struggling with feeling attracted to me, and I understood that. But his mind and body were still having trouble reconciling that with his self image. From the hot thing poking me in the thigh, I knew where his body stood on the subject. But I also had been there, and I knew how he felt.

And then, finally, he hugged back.

And sniffed, deeply and strongly...

 

[Dream Big]

If I had any doubts that there was something strange happening, Joey's sudden interest in sniffing me kinda solidified the deal. Was it pheromones? Some unsuspected side effect of the mysterious grow lamp?


"Aw, man, Pete, I'm...I'm outta control," he said, plaintively.

"It's okay. I got you. Nothing's going to happen that you don't want."

But was that true? Argh! Now that it was slowly dawning on me that there might be some sort of... I don't know, compulsion maybe, at work, things were less simple. Before, I'd been happy to just let people enjoy some sex that we both wanted. Now that whole idea was called into question. Hell, it even affected me, a little.

Or maybe I was nuts. But who could say, when I had used some freaky lamp to alter my own body? Grown a few inches taller, grown much more muscular, grown a huge penis? When clearly, even though I thought it was done with me, something was still happening? What if it was *making* people want me? What if my horniness was eroding my self control? It had seemed progressively harder to say no lately.

Fuck.

Meanwhile, outside my own head, my roommate was tensing up, like he was about to make some kind of move. So much of our bodies were in contact with each other, or barely separated by cloth, that I could feel every shudder as he wrestled with his desire and his sense of self. As wound up as I was myself, I couldn't have helped matters -- my body clearly turned us both on, but my libido had skyrocketed and I already liked Joey a lot as a friend. My huge dick throbbed between us, heating things up further.

I wanted this. I wanted Joey -- I had for months now. But he really had hit the gym hard, and had added a good 10 or 15 pounds more muscle than when I showed up looking like the after photo. He looked swole as anything, perfectly sculpted to my tastes. And his penis, a healthy almost-seven-inch thick slab of iron, was eager.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I can't think straight ..." You could see the torment on his face. He'd always been like that, showing every emotion. It was kind of adorable. And he trusted me....

Shit. I just couldn't. Not until I knew what was going on with my crazy bod and its magic stink.

"Tell you what, Joey. Let's put this on hold for now" -- and here he looked almost like a lost puppy for a moment -- "and clear our heads some."

I gently sat him down on my bed, and opened the window. The fresh air seemed to instantly change things.

"shit, I'm so embarrassed," he mumbled. "What the fuck was I thinking?"

"Hey, listen to me," I said, gripping his enticingly firm and nbulbous shoulders. "Nothing here needs to leave this room, and I don't want you feeling weird about it. I just think we should take things slow. I don't know if either of us is thinking clearly right now but I don't want to mess up our friendship."

He nodded, a little sad but a little relieved. "Yeah."

"Okay, so I will go shower, and you should probably get to class, then," I said.

"Right." And he stood up and left without another word -- though he did linger in the doorway as if he were waiting for me to say something else.

Now that he was gone, I had a couple of problems. First, my dick felt huge, and I wanted to measure it. Second, I needed to shower. Third, I needed to go to class...maybe. Fourth, I needed to call the guys who'd given me this amazing body and see if they knew what was going on.

Measuring was easy. But also alarming. I was up to 12 and a third inches -- well past my already-beggaring-belief "normal" 10 inches. That was a lot of dick to add in just two days, and no cause in sight.

When I'd met Jeremy and his friend Tom, they'd both been massive -- dicks as long as my own legs were now, nearly 8 feet tall, and ridiculously over-muscled. I'd helped them reduce to something normal, using different bulbs in the charming (charmed?) little desk lamp. I'd gone months since then, no change. And then, lately, I was seemingly growing again.

While I pondered these things, I wandered into the bathroom and scrubbed myself down, and started masturbating. Before much time had passed, I was finding it difficult to stop -- the overwhelming sense of bliss was addictive. My dick felt soooo good and I almost wanted more of it. But that thought was quickly squashed as I began to worry about being put under a microscope while my dick continued to grow unabated. No thanks. I was plenty big enough!

A few minutes later, I was walking briskly to class, wondering what on earth to do. And then out of the blue, a text.

Hey. You got a sec? Need to chat privately as soon as you can. - Jer

 

[tonybits]

love it, more please

 

[fbneros]

Anything new?

 

[Dream Big]

I quickly texted Jeremy back.

Can I call tonight? On my way to class. Was going to contact you anyway.

His reply was almost instant.

Prefer to discuss in person. Any chance you can get here?

Uh oh, that didn't sound good.

I am about 90 minutes away. Could get there by like 8pm.

Again, almost instant response.

NM, we'll come to you.

Okay.... Call me when you get into town and I'll meet you someplace off campus, more private.

Good idea. See you soon. Be careful.

Well that was weird and mysterious. But I'd wanted to talk to them about my surprising growth and I didn't relish the idea of driving after class.


Class, however, was not my best idea.

The class was a small one, thank goodness, but it was in a cramped, hot little room on the top floor of the humanities building. And almost the moment I got there, I realized I could detect the faint tang I associated with whatever pheromone I was giving off, that I had hoped the shower had taken care of.

No such luck. Within ten minutes, it was obvious that I was a distraction, though I don't think anyone had connected their sudden horniness and their sudden urge to look my way, at least not quite yet. Instead, the guys adjusted themselves as unobtrusively as they could, the girls kept looking my way and running fingers through their hair without realizing it.

The adjunct professor running this particular class, Mike Carter, was about five years older than me, British, and a little cute (in a boring way), slightly awkward outside his field of study, and often the target of wayward student crushes, though he wasn't really my type. Rumors were that he was engaged, secretly married, gay, straight but super kinky, or asexual. In truth, he was just very private and a little shy. Unfortunately for him, in the 16-person classroom, there wasn't much distance between us and he liked to pace as he lectured. He ended up drifting slowly my way, and then parked in front of my desk to continue his lecture. The room was mostly dark and he was showing some shitty powerpoint or another.

That was the start of it. He was a pretty good prof, and made some point or other that got a bit of murmuring going among the others in class. The girl in front of me asked him something, and as they chatted, he leaned against my desk, and his perky butt was more or less at eye level, until he suddenly realized he'd sat on my desk without thinking.

"Oh, I'm quite sorry, Mister Chang," he said. "Hopefully I haven't disturbed you too much..."

"I'm good," I said, as he rather delightfully stood up again. His ass flexed ever so slightly through his khakis, and that got the attention of Little Petey.

Maddeningly, he continued chattering right next to me, and the whole class was desperately trying to keep up with their notes. I tried, but it was just so distracting. My foot-long cock had worked its way down my left leg and was becoming painful in my jeans -- luckily these older style desks hid it pretty well, but i wasn't going to be standing anytime soon. I couldn't focus on what he was saying...just thinking about his butt, his accent, his cute fluff of unruly hair...thinking of how he'd react to my body, and my dick, and then .....and suddenly class was over. I'd zoned out for half of the class trying NOT to feel sexually attracted to the adjunct.

Worse, he had noticed. And I was more or less trapped, with an unyielding cock stuck own the left leg of my jeans, as the rest of the class filtered out past me. I answered a few hellos out of habit as they left, not really noticing the lingering looks and flared nostrils. Mike walked out the door too, chatting with the girl in front of me about her question, and the door shut behind him. Whew! Relief!

I had just pushed my seat back to adjust myself when i heard the rear classroom door close.

"Still here, Mister Chang?"

I quickly grabbed my bag and placed it on my lap, pretending to root around for something.

"Yeah, I need a few minutes."

"Ah, don't rush on my account," he said, and then leaned back on the chair-back opposite mine, where Sandy or whatever her name was had been. "I wanted to speak with you anyway."

"Um...sure?"

"I couldn't help but notice you've been a little distracted, especially today. And even before that, all semester, it's seemed like the only thing that's had your full attention has been the gym."

Huh. So he was worried that my apparent gym obsession was affecting my grades?

"Oh, right. I'm already easing off on the hardcore training. Just worked really well, I guess."

"Indeed," he said, almost under his breath, and with a familiar gleam in his eye. Then he sighed. "It's your life, Mister Chang," he said. "I spend a fair amount of time there myself, but I don't let it rule me."

"Pete," I said. "Mister Chang is my uncle. Just Pete, or Peter, is fine."

"Peter, then," he said. "Anyway, I see the potential you have and I don't want to see you throw it away. Not that you're in any danger of that, your grades are fine, your body's in fine shape, but I see your focus slipping. I'll bet your notes today are pretty terrible."

"Guilty," I replied. "I'll try to pay more attention."

"I can't help but wonder what's driving this, but I don't want to pry...."

Shit. No, teach, it's just my dick is unexpectedly huge and I keep obsessing over everyone's ass. Think about soup dumplings, grandma, dirty dishes, anything but his fine ass.....

"I can see you're uncomfortable, so I'll leave it be for now. Just know you can come to me if you need to talk."

"uh....thanks."

"My office is right there, and I don't have official hours this afternoon, but if you want to go over today's lecture a bit, I'm all yours for the next hour."

Wait, what?

"um"

"Maybe we can figure out what's really distracting you, and get it out of your system," he said, with a flicker of that shy smile, as though he'd said it accidentally.

That sly fucker... Was he messing with me? Did he know my dick was working overtime?

Well, my dick knew it well enough. Any attempt to stand up would be a problem for a little while now.

"Anyway, think about it," he said, putting his hand on my meaty shoulder and giving a squeeze as he walked back to the office door. "I'll be right back there for a little while, at least."

The door closed behind me as I sat, still facing forward. One problem at a time.

I fished my nearly fully chubbed schlong out and adjusted it as carefully as I could, trying desperately to avoid stimulating it further. That was pointless, of course, because touching it was enough for it to spring up like a spear. At least it wasn't pointed painfully down my leg anymore. Sheesh, I still hadn't got used to the size, and who could blame me? Last semester I'd had an average 5-inch pecker, then I'd had a few months to adjust to having nearly ten inches. I'd had no time to adjust to the last two inch increase, and it was consuming all my attention.

But I used a bit of willpower (and thoughts of my grandmother and my ugly cousin Howard and ice cubes and terrible commercials.....) and was soon able to button my fly again. Things were at least a bit less obvious, and I could walk.

One problem at a time, right? Okay, I'll head right out, and not think about all those hotties in my class that would probably have been ready to pounce if I'd walked right out that door when they left. I had almost felt their attraction like it was a palpable thing.

Then I pulled on my hoody, and got a huge whiff of my own scent, and that sent things over the top again. I was clearly not getting anything done until I took care of draining my beast.

So I grabbed my bag and walked to the office door....

 

[Dream Big]

As I walked back to my room, I felt torn. The adjunct, Mike Carter, was much hotter than I'd imagined, and he was very, very good at sucking cock -- even after he got over his shock at how big I actually was. And no doubt, I was into it. But how much of that was due to my weird pheromone thing? I mean, shouldn't I have felt weird about getting a BJ from my prof? Shouldn't HE have felt weird about giving one?

Either way, he'd satisfied his curiosity (it was cute how he kept thinking in metric terms, and how he said "thirty three centimeters!" with his cute slightly posh accent), and I could think clearly again. I'd stuffed my big sausage back into its pouch and set off briskly toward the sandwich shop, but I could almost feel the sexual buzz in the air as I stood in line. Almost embarrassed at the attention, I ordered a simple turkey sub -- and got a foot-long turkey sub with extra fries and a name and phone number scrawled on a napkin.

When I got back to my place, I wolfed down the sub and fries, and placed the napkin in my desk drawer. Sub shop boy had been kind of cute, a bit skinny and awkward with a Jew-fro and glasses. But he was no Joey.

I shrugged off my hoodie -- it was warmer this afternoon than I'd realized -- and figured I'd tackle some homework between classes. Tried all my usual focusing tricks, including kicking off Pandora for musical background. But it was hopeless. Barely twenty minutes had passed when I realized i was boning up again, for no particular reason. There was a scent in the air, and it wasn't just me this time. I couldn't place it, but once I realized it was there, I was like some demented bloodhound, sniffing all around. The scent wasn't strong, but was kind of mingling with mine.

Problem was, the more I sniffed around, the more of my own pheromones I was sucking in. I sniffed my way around my closet, made a mental note to do laundry ASAP, and ended up out in the shared room. Stronger here, a little. I suddenly realized what it must be, but followed my nose anyway -- right up to Joey's door. That's when I heard it, loud enough right by the door to be heard over the music. A strangled sort of noise and a thump!

I guess I thought it was a burglar, or maybe subconsciously I hoped it was Joey.

"Fuck!" Joey said, caught slick-handed masturbating. Tellingly, one of my favorite t-shirts was in his other hand.


To say that things had changed, possibly irrevocably, between us in that moment would be an understatement. Ashamed to the point of almost-tears, Joey confessed he'd come right back to the room and dug around for my t-shirt -- he had just enough self control to not grab the boxer-briefs -- and set about masturbating.

He'd been at it for two hours and had cum four times, he confessed. My self control was sorely tested; he basically threw himself at me, but remained clearly conflicted about it. He followed me around as I opened every window and cranked up the fan. And as before, almost instantly, there was a shift, and he seemed more in control. I assured him we were still cool, but I needed some space and he needed to clear his head too. I'd be back. I filled up a laundry bag -- wow, up close, between the sweaty stuff from the gym and everything else, that was a rather strongly scented bag -- grabbed my messenger bag, and grabbed my bike.

I texted Jeremy after I secured the bag to my bike.

What's your ETA? Things are weird.

Understatement. You'll see in a bit. Was about to ping you anyway.

I tapped out the address of the cafe next to the laundromat -- it was open-air, so the effect of my scent shouldn't be as big a factor.

See you in an hour, Jeremy sent.


Once again, the bike ride over was fraught -- I was getting lots of stares and overheard a few comments.

Dammit, I had wanted a little boost. I wasn't really looking to be the star attraction. But really, who could possibly blame me at this point? Objectively speaking, I was extremely fit, reasonably cute, and a little too obviously hung like a horse. My ass probably looked rather tempting as I pedaled.

An hour later, I threw my clothes in the dryer and headed to the cafe, but I'd barely exited the laundromat when an oversized SUV honked loudly.

"Hop in the back," Tom said. "Damn, kid, you look amazing!"

"Uh, thanks? Aren't we going to the cafe?"

"Best not -- we really need to talk," said his partner, Jeremy. "If you're hungry or thirsty, there's stuff in the cooler."

Both were beefy, muscular, hot men -- very athletic looking and over six feet tall, though at one point they'd been quite a bit larger. They looked in their thirties, maybe high twenties, but both were in their forties.

"Whoa, kid, is that you?"

"huh?"

"That scent....shit man, you smell like ... like "

"Open the windows. I'm blasting the AC."

"What the heck is going on?"

"Well, you apparently reek of sex, for one thing. Damn! You know, it's hard to drive with this situation you've created," Jeremy said.

"Long story short, Pete?" Tom said. "It's like this. We all threw that lamp away, right? Well, I suspect you noticed you've continued to change over the last few months? More muscle? More sex? More dick?"

"Yeah. And lately it's gotten worse."

"Or better. But we all know my judgement is suspect on some fronts," Tom laughed.

"Peter, we've been looking into this situation for the past few months. Finally, we found something in New Orleans. We poked around and eventually got directed to the spookiest old bastard I ever met stopped us outside our hotel and said 'huh, you better come with me, or it'll go bad sooner rather than later.' He was the real deal -- some kind of voodoo guy, I don't know, but he was also crazy smart. Chicken bones and a state of the art laptop and a ton of books."

"Anyway, he agrees to look into what's going on with us, and we spent an afternoon in a muggy shop a little ways off bourbon street. Finally he says he knows what's up."

"'You take gift of lamp, and then throw away? No wonder! You got to appease it, man, before it's too late.' Well what the fuck does that mean?"

"Apparently it means we have to find the thing, ritually apologize, and probably pass it along to someone else. Otherwise, all the benefits we gained will keep increasing until ..."

"Until we're immobile blobs of bloated muscle and dick ,probably."

The good news was that the growth was slow; the bad news is that it was relentless, and possibly compounding on itself.

"My dick has grown over two inches this week," I admitted. "And the pheromone thing -- I think it's gone out of control, and may have messed up my roommate."

"That sucks," Tom said. "But at least I know exactly how you feel."

"So where are we going? Landfill?"

"First things first. You're right, it HAS gotten worse lately. You may not have noticed, but I've grown another three or four inches since you saw me last," Jeremy said. "Tom too. Following the rough pattern of before. But at this rate, we'll be unrealistically large by the end of this week."

"Shit. So what's the plan?"

"First, we head for a remote cabin, where we won't be so exposed. Then, we comb the landfill for that lamp. Finally, we have a list of things the old guy said would 'make it all right again' with whatever spirit infused that lamp, and with any luck, we'll be okay after that."

"how long do you think we have before we get really ridiculous," I asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"A week or two at best."

The car was silent for a bit, as I soaked in the bizarre reality of what he'd said. If only. Strange events had got me used to a malleable sense of my own body, maybe, but this was still out there. And yet, it made its own sort of sense.

But reality was a harsh mistress -- and reminded me that it had been months since the lamp had been chucked into it. How on earth would we ever find it?

 

[Dream Big]

"Shit, guys, I can't just jet like this. For one thing, my laundry's still in the dryer back there, and it's most of the clothing I own that actually fits."

"Suuure it fits. If you didn't notice, that t-shirt of yours is stretched so tight I can count muscle fibers," Tom wryly commented.

I looked down. Fuck. It was snug last time, but not this bad. I had been focused on other things and hadn't really noticed -- at any rate it was the only clean shirt I had.

"Anyway....I have class. I have stuff due. I have my poor roommate to consider. So let's go back, grab some stuff, and THEN we can head out."

There was silence for a moment as they looked at each other. Finally, Jeremy relented.

"Okay....we'll go back to your campus and let you sort things out a bit. While you do that, we'll go grab some supplies, and meet back in about an hour."

"Okay."



The clothes were *mostly* dry, but there was no more time. I tossed them thoughtlessly into the bag without folding them.

"They're gonna get wrinkled you know," said the attractive MILF loading her own dryer. "Why you in such a hurry, sweetheart?"

Damn, she was fine. Gorgeous face, great shape, green eyes.....and then she spotted my crotch, I guess, where my dick was vigorously confirming my bisexuality.

"Oh. Oh my," she said. Any hint of a cougar act was quickly abandoned by the time her eyes darted back to my face.

"Sorry, ma'am, I gotta go," I said.

"Please tell me you've got some socks shoved in those pants, buddy."

"...um..."

Yeah, it twitched.

"Shit," she said.

"Sorry," and with a bit of real regret, I bolted. Couldn't chance anything else happening; time was of the essence.


I reached my place in record time, despite the enormous erection making it difficult to pedal. My head was filled with plans, all competing for space in my mental white board. I kinda make lists when I'm anxious. Break it down. Eat the elephant one bite at a time, right?

The laundry could stay in its bag, but I hastily threw some necessities in my messenger bag, and grabbed my toiletries from the bathroom, and shoved chargers, my laptop, and a few other things in the backpack I'd used on my hiking trip a few semesters ago. I breathlessly looked around the room, trying to remember what else I might need.

Then Joey's door creaked open.

"So you're just leaving?" Joey said, sadly. "You make me fall for you and then you fucking run away?"

"I just need to go away for a few days, my friends need my help," I said, sputtering.

"Right, it's just a coincidence that the minute i finally say something, you fuck off and run away."

His expression was hurt, and a little angry.

"It's not you, man," I said, "It's... well, it's kind of about all this, my whole situation is kind of...a mess, and I have to help my friends sort things out for all our sakes."

"That makes no sense."

"Trust me, Joey. I need to figure this shit out, and fast. My friends are picking me up in about 10 minutes, and we'll be away for a few days, maybe a week."

"Goddammit, Peter, I am spilling my soul here. I fucking love you and it's tearing me up."

Shit. Was it real? Was it super pheromones? Despite the warm weather, I noticed the windows were closed, and I could detect my scent in the air.

"Yeah, I closed the windows. When you left I didn't know what to do, but I knew I wanted you. And you weren't here, but there was a lingering scent in your sheets and in the air and I have been hard as a goddamned steel beam for over two hours."

"Aww, Joey," I began, but was interrupted. Joey, nearly tearing up, was suddenly in my personal space, hugging me hard. Of course, he quickly realized my huge dick was in the way.

"Peter, please. I'm begging you. Don't leave." Fuck it, I hugged back.

"I'm not leaving you, man. I just have to do this. It's important." As if on cue, my phone bleeped with Jeremy's message.

"Then I'm coming with you. It's either that or I report you kidnapped. Give me five minutes," he said.



The big SUV pulled up about three minutes later, and I sheepishly told the boys I had to bring Joey along.

"Peter, seriously, I don't think it's a good idea. You know what we're up against."

"I don't know anything," Joey said. "I just know Peter needs help, it's important, and I love him."

"Oh, you're the roommate," Tom said. "You are a cute one."

"....uh...thanks? Dude, what are you guys, bodybuilders?"

"Nope, I'm a computer nerd and Tom is a mooching loafer," Jeremy said.

"So...sorry to be rude, but what kind of steroid or HGH or whatever did you guys give my friend here?"

They both laughed. Then Jeremy said, more seriously: "Peter, how much did you tell him?"

"Not much."

"Not anything," Joey said.

Jeremy pulled over, parked, and turned around.

"Do you really love him?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Then I'll tell you, but if you tell anyone else, those cute little muscles of yours will NOT be much help."

Joey's eyes grew wider, but I noticed his crotch stirred a bit, too.

"Are you sure, Peter? Now or never," Jeremy said.

"He stays. We can use another pair of eyes, right?"

Tom nodded. "I was thinking that, too, but I guess we better tell him all of it...."



We had plenty of time on the road, even after a pit stop for fast food. We explained the whole thing to him between bites. Joey took it all surprisingly well, considering, and promised to help us in the search.

The windows stayed open -- at this point, my scent was strong enough that I noticed it, even with the airflow. Tom explained that he'd found and rented a cabin not far from the remote landfill we'd ditched the lamp in, but it really was remote.

By the time we got there, Joey had passed out next to me, and had eventually finagled his way into cuddling with me. I didn't mind, and didn't really notice his flaring nostrils. He just looked so adorable and innocent there, and his warmth was comforting....

We unloaded everything -- that went pretty fast thanks to Joey -- and fended off mosquitos while carrying everything into the cabin.

When we finished, Joey looked meaningfully over at the bedrooms. There were two tiny but functional bedrooms, each with a king size bed, and the bathroom between them. Yeah, it wasn't entirely rustic. Just two bedrooms, a bath, and a large room with the kitchenette along a wall and a fireplace in the opposite. Minimal furnishings, but a large fridge and propane stove. Running water.

"Glad we called ahead, they had this one prepped for another group but they canceled two days ago. If we weren't here so urgently, I'd enjoy it more," Tom said. Jerry had made some tea, but he also brought over a bottle of Jamesons and some cups. We all accepted a shot or two. After the long boring drive and the unloading of all that stuff, we were tired -- it was after midnight. Tom and Jeremy retreated to their room, and Joey and I were left to our own devices.

"Hey," Joey said. "You know there's only one bed for us."

"Yeah."

"And I promise, I just want to be there with you. We don't have to do anything."

"Oh? You're going to behave."

"Depends. I promise to behave if .... if you kiss me."

"I thought you were straight?"

"Not for you. I want this. I've been thinking about it the whole drive down."

So had I. And perhaps it was the whiskey, but right then, all I wanted to do was make out with Joey....

 

[Dream Big]

“You know, I think I knew something was up...well, beside the obvious,” he said gesturing at my prominent crotch, which was well on its way to full mast.

“Hang on, and I apologize in advance, but you’re going to have to get used to this sooner or later, because the problem isn’t going to go away overnight,” I said. And shifted my dick so it was aimed up, where it stretched out of my pants and up past my navel almost immediately.

“Anyone who can get used to that....shit it’s like watching one of those sped up videos where they’re building a skyscraper.” Now that he was in the know, Joey’s attitude had shifted a bit. “Good grief that’s a lot of cock.”

Again, my cock seemed to like the compliment, and surged a little harder...and a tiny bit longer.

“Yeah, it’s a real distraction. But you were saying,” I said, shrugging on an oversized T shirt Tom had left for me. I plopped on the edge of the bed, fighting the urge to do or say anything more. Joey was working up to something — his cute face showing every emotion that crossed his mind, his thick eyebrows expressive and his brown eyes glistening with emotion.

“Um...so I had plenty of time to think. Yeah, the hot bod and that ...that scent... they’ve been bugging me since break. But Pete, I have been kind of crushing on you for a while. Just couldn’t make sense of that idea because I thought I was straight.”

He sat on the chair opposite me. Unconsciously adjusting himself as he usually did whenever he sat.

“Like, looking back, it was since day one. I never even met a Chinese guy my age before. And my family, they’re pretty racist, so that’s been in the background. I didn’t want to be like my dad or my uncles. My cousins are assholes too. And that whole Italian machismo bullshit, that wasn’t me. Figured college would give me a reason to, I dunno, evolve a little. And then there you were, my skinny nerd roommate with your perfectly messy hair and lean body. My whole faily is fucking fire plugs or fat guys after they hit mid twenties, so your fucking abs, back then, were a shock. And sure, there were plenty of other dudes in good shape but I didn’t have them in the same room all the time.”

“And then when we decided to try to buff up, it got more you tightened up, the more I realized I was into you, and I didn’t want to be.”

“So you started fucking around,” I said.

“No, I started chasing pussy because it was a way to prove I wasn’t a fag. Back home, you just didn’t talk about that stuff, ever, so I couldn’t admit it to myself. I filled around with a few girls from high school, back then, but my mom and grandmom are really fucking Catholic and watched me like hawks. Most I had ever done was whacked off with my brothers, awkwardly, and that was almost like a contest. Never felt the slightest interest in that stuff, and boned up consistently for girls. So yeah, I went for it, when I got here.” He almost looked unhappy about it.

“You know, bisexuality is a thing, and I have been with girls, too,” I said.

“I guess. But I don’t think it was ever any other guys. I may have appreciated someone’s body, at the gym, or stared at a really good looking dude — you know that blond dude with the curly hair who works the front desk at the library? You can’t help but look at him, and I had just kinda figured out that everyone stares at him, he is just hot, and it doesn’t mean anything. Some of the other guys were talking about it, so matter of fact, and I finally realized I didn’t have to be threatened by saying ‘yeah, dude is attractive’. That was a big step for me. And then, you came back from break looking like a goddamn wet dream.”

“Sorry?”

“It fucking broke me, and then I kept wanting to do stuff with you, like work out. No, not just work out. I wanted to touch your muscles, and maybe even fool around a bit. That thought kept creeping into my mind. Do you even know how hot you were then? Lean, toned, getting meaty, those fucking abs, and a goddamned dimple. And then I saw your dick and it scared me, and I shut down hard. I wasn’t mad that you were outlifting me and getting even more studly. I was jealous. And turned on. And all that shit went to my fucked up brain and ran into my supposed straightness.”

“February?”

“Yeah. Man, I could tell I was fucked up. I fucked and dumped like three chicks in three weeks, and I liked them, but I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

“You did kinda go full asshole.”

“Pete, I am sorry. Anyway, the other night was the straw on the camels back, you know? Like something had been bubbling under my skin all year, and then boiled over. There was no going back. I fucked that girl senseless four times that night, but all I could think was that the Korean dude was lucky and I wanted to know what it felt like. Then after everyone left, I ...stole your undies and wanked all day.”

“That was probably the pheromones,” I said.

“I don’t think it was just that. But it pushed me to finally fucking deal with what I was wrestling with all year.” He stood up, shucked his shirt smoothly, and revealed his meaty torso, with its light coat of fine straight hairs all over his chest and down his flat tummy, and the treasure trail below. “I tried to say something, stupidly and badly, and you shut me down. It hurt, Pete. But when I realized you didn’t want to take advantage of me, I figured, shit, this is more than a crush.”

“Well, I dealt with it. Even if there were no magic lamp, even if you don’t have some freaky magic axe spray oozing out of your pores. If I am gonna go fag, or bi, or whatever, I want it to be with you.”



So long story short, we shared the bed, and a lot more. Joey was awkward at first, and yet he was attentive, and he was good at getting in sync with his partners — I knew that already thanks to his prolific antics all semester.

The more worked up I got, the more I reeked. My magic stink, as I’d come to think of it, was just waiting out of me, and Joey pounced on me and couldn’t get enough of it. It was like a dog rolling in grass. But it was an exhausting feedback loop, and in the haze of our vigorous groping and licking and kissing — oh yeah, he was a fantastic kisser — I became aware that something was off. But I felt so good, and we had a year’s worth of sexual tension to work off.

I don’t really remember much after Joey stuck his dick in me, honestly. I know at one point we tried to let Joey bottom for me, but there was no way his virgin ass would accommodate my size, not without working up to it. But there were plenty of other ways we could have fun, and man, did we.

It was the pounding on the door that finally shook me awake.

“Hey guys, I know you had a busy night, but we have a lot to do,” Jeremy said. “Untangle yourselves and start moving. Can’t promise any hot water if you take too long.”

A busy night, he says. Ha.

Joey blinked sleepily at me and leaned in for a kiss, then snuggled back into the little spoon position.” His hard muscular back felt so nice against my chiseled front. I reached forward, groping playfully for general are of where I expected his thick seven incher ouht to be....and lightning ran through me, down to my bones. Fuck, that was my dick...but where was my hand?

“Don’t move, man, this feels so nice.. whoa, wait, is that....”

We both rolled out of bed, me much more awkwardly than Joey.

“Holy shit, Pete!” He stared with wonder at my crotch...

No wonder I couldn’t fit in him. My dick must have been near 13 inches when we started last night, but the monster today had to be several inches bigger. Hell, what I could see of my legs looked ridiculously carved and I had to stretch to look down over my pecs. I wouldn’t have been able to see what I was dealing with, if there weren’t so much of it....

 

[4357]

Hey Dreamer,
Innovative story, well paced, lots of sex.
Keep up th good work!
X

 

[Dream Big]

Sometimes life gets plain weird.

I should know.

Last night I looked like a baseball player who was three weeks away from being busted for steroids.

Today, I looked like that guy’s big brother. And his friend, the anaconda.



The wisdom of filling a truck with food began to make itself obvious. Breakfast was a huge, delicious affair, and we all ate like pigs, even Joey, though the amount he ate was about a third of what I ate.

Tom was a fan of measurements, and we all saw the value of tracking what was happening. Even rest of didn’t keep saying “for Science!” when we did it.

I’d reached 6’5”, and about 288 — all muscle, in an exaggeration of my normally classic v-shape. Well, at least the part that wasn’t all cock, and that was...not a small part. If I’d had an outsized dick before, it was even worse (or better) now, at 16 hefty inches, nearly 7 around. I guess three inches had stacked on overnight, matching the three inches of height I’d added.

Tom and Jeremy had seen slower growth, but they were both approaching 6’10, with Jeremy hitting classic bodybuilder proportions, while Tom looked more like a super buff, super tall, Olympic swimmer, all lean power. My baseball player build fell somewhere in between, but we all seemed to be scaling up. However, this time, my dick seemed larger, and a bit of math ruggested it would be impossibly unweildy by the time I hit their size.

Joey, all 5’9 of him, looked puny next to us, and he was a buff jock. We noted his measurements too. It was good to have someone more or less normal, lest we lose perspective.



“Fun as that was, we need to talk about the elephant in the room.”

Couldn’t help but snicker.

“Cute. No, I mean your pheromones, your ‘magic stink’ as you called it.”

“It’s intense, isn’t it?” Joey said. “God, I can’t stop sniffing him.”

“I am growing to like it, too, but I’m not sure it’s safe for you to be out. And we might want to rig up a fan or something, or we may have trouble leaving the cabin.”

“Gotta admit, it hits like a drug,” Jeremy said. “It’s crazy. Shit, we were oversexed before you showed up, Pete, and now....last bit was ridiculous.”

“We didn’t hear you,” I said. “If you think it was like that in your room, remember we had the door closed...and it was stronger in our room.”

“My only complaint is I don’t think I can keep up,” Joey said, sheepishly.

“Well then,” Tom said with a grin, “we better get cracking. We find that thing, we can fix that for you.”

“Tom....”

“I know,,I am kidding.”