Just A Little Bigger

[Dream Big]

I fit, but only just. Those new pants looked like they were in trouble already, and that was just the legs. The butt and crotch were really snug....snug to the point of distraction. And if I got any bigger....

Honestly, that was a real concern.

The last few days, I'd kind of been living a fantasy, and yesterday had been the pinnacle of that. I'd wanted to be a little bigger, and my dream had come true. I mean, let's be real -- I had to be at least two inches taller, and I'd filled out pretty nicely. Really nicely, if I was honest. I was probably 5'8 or so, no longer a shrimp -- but I was a damned athletic looking guy now, and I was packing.

And, I realized, I'd just had my first real sexual experience. With my best friend. Still wasn't sure how I felt about that. Especially since my OTHER best friend had put the moves on me too, and I probably would have been up for it. Parts of me were really up for it. I felt pretty sexy, which was a pleasant new feeling.

But I started to get worried now, because sex was a game changer. And I didn't know how long all this stuff would last.

There was another worrying thought: was I even done growing? And more, would I go back to normal little pipsqueak me? What caused this? Was it magic or fate or superpowers or some chemical thing from those supplements? The only thing I could think of was that wish on the fountain the other night.

What had I wished? I just wished I were bigger, right? All those fantasy novels and games, and I hadn't been specific with my wish....

I was so in my own head, I hadn't heard the shower finish or the door open.

There was Vic, still damp from the shower and wearing nothing but a towel, looking fresh and fit.

He looked great....and with that thought, my blood headed south.

"Whoa buddy, hold on. We just got clean, get your mind out of the gutter."

"How did you know?"

He laughed and closed the door and whispered: "Because it MOVED."

I looked down, sheepishly, and there it was, bunched in my too-snug crotch. I tried to think un-sexy thoughts.

"Maybe you should put a shirt on."

* * *

"So what's the plan today, kids?" Erin asked between mouthfuls of cereal.

"I'm not sure," Sarah said. "I want to check out the Village, but I also want to hit 5th avenue and all the fancy stores."

"We'd kind of planned to split up today and check out some stuff," Vic said. "But I don't know if I want to go alone," he said, looking anywhere but at me.

"I might wander a bit and check out that gym your friend mentioned," I said. "I haven't had time to work out since we got here, other than some calisthenics and the walking."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Really? You look like you've been living in the gym, Drew. Don't you get bored? Aren't you sexy enough yet?"

I stood up and went to put my bowl in the dishwasher. "I've been eating like a pig since we got here. If I don't work some of it off, I'll get fat."

"Hah! As if. Actually," Erin said, "Maybe you should check out the gym. You can spy on Tony for me. Though I gotta say, Drew, Sarah is right -- you look like you're in pretty good shape." She stood up and walked over to me.

"Hang on -- are you wearing different shoes or something? I could have sworn I was taller than you."

Uh oh. I wasn't prepared for anyone noticing.

"We bought new shoes yesterday, his old ones blew out," Vic said helpfully.

"Looks like those jeans are a little tight, actually," Sarah said. "Not that I mind."

I felt myself blushing.

"Guys---"

"Relax, muscles, I'm just teasing. You've been the same height for four years, that doesn't just change overnight," Erin said, playfully punching my arm.

"Damn!" She exclaimed. "Okay, you *have* been living in the gym."

"Duh," Sarah said. "For the past few years. Looks good on him, don't you think?"

"....ANNNNYway, I want to check out that gaming store, Drew, you in?" Vic offered.

"YES."

"Okay boys, see you at 7 for dinner? I'll text details but I think I might be able to get us into this hole-in-the-wall place a friend of mine works at -- they do amazing peruvian chicken..."

We weren't fifty feet from the house when Vic stopped.

"Okay, are we going to talk?"

"Yeah, just ... let's grab some coffee and walk a bit, okay?"

Five minutes later, we were strolling east on one of the smaller streets, cutting across town to the nerd store.

"So, last night," Vic said. "I came on a little strong, huh?"

"I got no complaints."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

Ah. That. Do I tell him I was in the midst of some weird growth spurt and I was effectively paralyzed, and helpless while he blew me? That I would absolutely have said something if I could have? That I kind of got off on the helplessness?

"I thought I was dreaming at first. It was a weird night, okay?"

"And now you want to forget it?"

"What? No! Why are you being weird about this?"

"I don't know any other way to be. I've been terrified I fucked up and we'd stop being friends. That's why I didn't say anything for all these years."

"Oh," I said. I didn't really know how to react. It was pretty momentous stuff.

"OH? Is that all?"

"Dude, I'm wrestling with it too. My two best friends suddenly tried to get into my pants last night."

"One of us succeeded," Vic mumbled.

"Vic." I stopped and grabbed his shoulder.

"Dude"

"Vic, I'm serious. I really enjoyed last night. You're my friend and I love you, you know that, right? But BOTH of you made the play within twenty minutes of each other. And I don't really know how I feel about any of it yet -- other than I'd like to see where it goes."

"With me?"

Fuck it. "Yeah, with you. But may be also with Sarah. Would that be fucked up?"

Vic's nose did that wrinkly thing he does when he's really puzzled, and then he made a surprised sort of noise.

"Actually....no. Not if it's her."

"Seriously?"

"I thought I would be, but you know....no, I don't honestly think I would be too upset if you fooled around with her."

Really? I couldn't believe it.

"I told you the other night, I don't want us to drift apart. Any of us."

"Huh," I said, and started walking again.

"I mean, this is like, prime time to explore yourself, right? Try shit out?"

"I guess. Would you? I mean, you know, with a girl?"

"Vicky Matthews in 10th grade."

"Whoa, really?"

"Yeah. She was really nice about it but other than crossing it off the list, I didn't get into it much."

"I didn't even know you guys went out."

"We didn't. Apparently there was a bet about whether I was gay, and she offered to find out. Turns out she has a little fetish about Kpop stars and I was the best she could manage."

"Was it fun?"

"You know, it kinda was, but it was also kinda....I don't know. Like getting a flu shot."

"You have to be the weirdest kid in the world to compare your first sexual experience with a girl, with getting a flu shot."

"I mean, I'm glad I did it, but I think it was the nail on the coffin for my interest in girls. Sexually I mean."

"You know we never talked about sex stuff before."

"Because if we started, I was afraid I'd confess I was into you."

"Huh."

"Yeah. So, are we cool? Because it's going be very awkward if we aren't."

"We're absolutely cool," I said.

"Oh my god that is such a relief," he said.

We walked on in silence for a bit more, and tossed our empty cups into a bin. As we waited to cross the street, Vic had another question.

"So I gotta ask. Did coach put you on steroids or something? Because you *are* definitely bigger than you were at the pool party."

"Real talk?" I asked. "No. But something is definitely going on. I'm just not sure what...."

 

[Dream Big]

As we walked cross town, I decided to just spill. So I told him -- about perving on Jun and just about everyone else in sight, about the hot flashes and growth, even about being paralyzed while he blew me.

"I had no idea! I thought you were just being, I dunno, DREW about what was happening. Fuck I wouldn't have---"

"I would. I would have said yes, and you gave me the chance to say no, so don't worry. We're good, Vic."

"So...all of this," he gestured up and down my whole body, "is basically recent?"

"Recent since we got here."

"Right, we will need to figure this out. Step one is to figure out what is happening, and then maybe why."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning measurements. I know you have measurements from when Coach was working with you. I'll grab a measuring thingie and we'll see what we're working with."

"Why don't we just go to this awesome gaming store, and then check out the gym after lunch? They'll probably have everything we need there."

"Okay. Hey man, I'm really glad you told me."

We ended up spending about two hours in the Compleat Strategist and walked out hauling some games and books. By that point I was hungry, so we stopped for pizza.

Three bites into my third slice, I felt it starting to kick in. This time it was just a hot flash, the dull body ache thing, and a sense of dizziness.

"Hey are you okay? You just got real red all of a sudden."

"Can't" I managed. I could feel everything throbbing.

"Oh fuck," he whispered, leaning in. "Is it happening again right now?"

I could barely move, but managed a nod. I could feel myself sweating.

"Shit, you're just dripping with sweat, dude," he said quietly. "Your shirt is soaking."

I was helpless, just trying to ride it out, lost in the sensations.


"Hey, your friend tripping or something?"

"No, he's just having an asthma attack," Vic lied. "He took his inhaler, he just needs to sit for a minute."

I don't think the guy believed him, but Vic had offered him a plausible reason for what has happening, and that was good enough for the moment. And sure enough, a few minutes later -- a few excruciating, throbbing, sweaty minutes -- I hit the end of it. Embarrassed, I apologized and shoved the rest of the pizza in my face before we left.

"You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah." I wasn't sure, but I wasn't sure about anything right now.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not really. It's just intense."

"Looked like it. Um, we better stop and grab a cheap t-shirt, you look kinda sticky in that."

I looked at my reflection in a shop window and was stunned. My t-shirt clung to my pecs and showed off my abs -- and those little adonis belt thingies were also visible, because the shirt was not long enough for me. I looked down and my pants seemed to be just about this side of decent, but I would need something else.

New York is littered with shitty little shops and we found one that seemed to do the trick -- we grabbed some cheap shirts, uncertain about sizes, and a few pairs of cargo shorts. I stepped into the changing stall to try them on, and was astounded when I peeled my shirt off..

I had the sort of body I'd dreamed of. I was clearly well into normal range for height, and well above normal for muscle -- not freakish or anything (provided you didn't know what I looked like last week), but I looked like a really dedicated fitness model. At a guess, I hadn't grown more than half an inch in height, but maybe went up a size or two everywhere else.

Fuck, I do mean everywhere. Free of my constricting pants (brand new! I only got one day wear out of them!), it was more than obvious that these underwear were not going to keep my junk properly stowed. And I felt bigger there, too.

And if I kept staring at myself, I'd probably wind up making a mess. So I had Vic grab some underwear too. Anything would do for now. Somehow we found something decent and relatively cheap -- but I still ended up spending about $80. Who knew getting bigger would be so expensive?

"Actually, wait a minute," I said. Vic nodded and toodled on his phone for a bit, and I came out a few minutes later with some more clothes -- the next size up, just in case. And some sandals. My feet were already feeling a little cramped. It all went into my backpack along with the junk we'd bought at the game store. I'd had to loosen the straps.

"Fuck," Vic said. "You look hot as hell."

"It's like 80-something out."

"I didn't mean that, stupid."

"I know."

"I think I like you beefy."

"Speaking of which, let's head south to that gym."

"You do realize you're just magically growing, apparently. You don't need to go to the gym."

"I want to. Walking is one thing but I have been training for like two solid years, and it just feels wrong not to lift."

"You're just going to hulk out on me if you keep this up. But I guess I should get a workout in too. Oh! And we can measure you properly."

I wasn't 100% certain I wanted to see those measurements.

 

[1229864]

Incredible story. Probably my favorite on here.

 

[Dream Big]

Tony was already here by the time we arrived, and was in a good mood. He was surprised that Vic had come, because Vic didn’t look like he worked out. By this point, I certainly did.

“Leo here is my trainer and he will put you through your paces.”

“Yeah yeah, no slacking for you though, Tony! Good to meet ya, kid. Ready to see what you can do?”

Leo was a big red headed bear of a man, and he looked like a pro. Thick, solid muscle all over, but a bit too ginger and hairy for my preference. But he had a broad, friendly smile.

“I’m just going to do some cardio, but Drew has been working out all last year, so don’t go easy on him,” Vic said. I shot him a withering glance for ratting me out, but then I caught on.

“yeah, I know the basics, but I kinda slacked off a bit now that I’m not working with my coach,” I said.

“Huh, I had you figured for a noob, the way Tony described you. You’re not nearly as scrawny as he made out, but let’s get you weighed and measured before we start, and you can tell me what you’re working towards...”


I followed Leo into a little office.

“Okay, let’s get those measurements. You can keep your shirt on, though I think you probably need a bigger one. Showing off is one thing, but rules say you gotta wear something.”

“height, let’s call it 5 feet, 9 and three quarters inches.” I’d guessed right.

“Weight, 174. Not bad.” Not bad? That was fifty pounds!

“Neck, 16.5. Chest, 42.5. Shoulder 19.5, Arms, 16.25, forearm 12.75, thigh 22.5, calf 15.5, waist 31.”

He noted the measurements but I was in disbelief. That was nowhere near what I’d been. Holy crap. I really had been hulking out. 2-4 inches all over!

“Whoa, buddy. Don’t get too excited. Or um, wear a dance belt.”

Shit, my dick was reacting.

“Sorry!”

“From the looks of it you got nothing to be sorry about, but try to keep it decent. Or find a gym in Chelsea!”

My mortification did the trick, at least temporarily, to kill my impending boner.

“Anyway, you are in pretty great shape, from what I can see. In fact you might even be in the right zone to go pro, if you apply yourself. Pretty much ideal measurements, and that waist is unfair. When you’re a little older, you’ll remember it fondly,” he laughed. “I can see why Tony sent you my way. But let’s go see if it’s all for show, or whether you can actually move some iron...”

For the next hour, my ass was his, and he pushed me to my limits. It felt great, and I kept quiet about the fact that I was pushing a lot more weight than I’d ever managed in my life. Seemed like whatever was making me bigger was doing so along pretty classic models, and all the stuff I was good at was still where I was strongest. I was caught up in it, just like with coach, and actually enjoying the workout, and was totally losing track of time until Vic reminded me about dinner.

“Damn, kid, you did good! You got great form and real potential. I bet we could make a real beast out of you if you came here regularly. In fact, let me put you on the list. you come back here, even if I’m not around, and tell them you’re on my list.”

* * *

I felt great, like I could do more, but I was covered in sweat. I followed Vic and Tony to the lockers. Vics was next to mine, but Tony was a regular and in the other section. There weren’t many other guys around.

I reached up to pull up my top, and heard a ripping sound.

“Shit, dude, you really did hulk out!”

“Shut up, it was a cheap shirt,” I said.

“that was unbelievably hot,” Vic whispered. “I’m going to have to buy some more cheap shirts for you.”

Shit, that sounded like fun, but it was really hot, and I needed to cool down. I was tempted to take he bait, but we were kind of in public, so I had to ignore him...

“Drew?”

I shucked my shorts and undies and staggered off to the showers before I started to get too excited...

 

[deleted70845]

Absolutely fantastic story. Very well written

 

[Dream Big]

I stepped into the shower area and turned on the tap. I could feel myself sweating still, and the room felt like a sauna. At least there weren’t too many folks around — lucky timing, especially since the idea of pushing all that iron around and hulking out of my shirt already turned my crank a bit...and the idea that Vic was getting boned up over me just added fuel to the flame. Fuck, it was hot. And my dick wanted to celebrate. But it was just so blasted warm in the—

Shit, that wasn’t the room, I was growing again! I clenched everything down as hard as I could and grabbed the wall so I didn’t fall over, but barely managed to twist the knob a little colder...

Just like last night, I could feel my skin stretching, feel my muscle fibers multiplying, feel my bones moving just a bit further apart. My dick straining and engorged...

“Whoa,” said Vic, from behind me. “Dude, are you...”

I could barely hear him over the throbbing pulse of my own growth. Despite the cold water, I still felt like a furnace was in my gut, and lava in my veins. Bigger again....would it stop? Did I want it to?

Then I came, furiously and copiously and other words like that. It was a lot, a ridiculous amount really. Thank goodness for industrial showers. My head began to clear again as I regained my sense of self. Though I guessed that self image would need recalibration.

“Holy shit,” Vic said. His eyes were wide as I turned around.

“what?”

“Dude, you gotta see yourself. But for now, stay put. Trust me.” And with that he ran off.

“Bring me some clothes?”

“I’ll try,” he said.

I shrugged, and washed my hair. I could tell that I’d gotten bigger — just what I could see proved that — but let Vic have his fun.

I looked down at my softening dick, and realized that I might have been premature in sending him off. It refused to go all the way down. And half chubbed, I guesses it was nearing seven inches, though again, I wasn’t sure how I had scaled up, so the scale was off.

Vic came back, breathless. “Hang on, before you try to squeeze into these, I’m satisfying my curiosity.”

I admit, I was curious too. I mean, I’d just measured before my workout, so who knew what being pumped up from that might do?

Annoyingly, Vic refused to tell me the measurements right away. He just kept making odd noises as he measured, though he avoided my junk.

“Shit, man. I don’t know what he measured you at in that office, but here’s you now...

Height, 5’10 and a quarter. We will have to get the weight on the way out.
Neck, 17.5
Chest, 44.25.
Shoulder, 21.
Arms, 18.
Forearm, 13.75.
Thigh, 24.75
Calf, 17.25
Waist, 32. “

Shit, that had been a big one.

“And I would offer to measure that thing,” he said, gesturing down, “But I don’t want to make it angry.”

Oh. My dick was rapidly filling back up...and up, and up.

“O my god,” Vic whimpered. “Is it...is it done yet?”

“Um, I think?”

he stretched out the tape along the top, almost afraid to touch it.

“Jesus, you’re eleven inches long,” he said.

I was stunned.

“No way is that going to fit in your pants now,” he said. “Fuck, I want to help you with that but we really are going to be late, and we have to find something for you to wear. Think you can manage to deal with that thing?”

“I don’t honestly know,” I admitted. it was so hard it almost hurt.

“Try this,” Vic said, and turned the spray on to ice cold.


* * *

Thank goodness that had worked. I was shivering by the time Vic came back with another towel and some sweatpants and an XL shirt.

“I borrowed these from Tony,” he said. “He thought they’d be big on you, but he had spares.”

“I can’t wear those to dinner,” I said.

“One problem at a time. I just hope your shoes fit.”


They didn’t, but the sandals weren’t too bad. We left, and Leo gave a wave from across the room as we filed out.

“First stop is some cheap clothes. No time to waste. God damn your ass looks nice in those,” Vic whispered as we walked. “Focus. Old Navy.”

Any concept of my old size was a memory, as we rushed to find something decent to wear. I was annoyed at outgrowing the nice pants and shoes Sarah had talked me into buying, but these would have to do. Had to go up a couple sizes on the underwear, too. The waist was loose enough, but they weren’t made with my salami in mind. Also annoying was the expense. I was eating into my college cash.

Vic was in crisis mode, pushing me to hurry, and texting the girls to get the location for dinner. Some Japanese steak place. The thought of steak had my mouth watering.

As we hurried uptown toward 50th, I wasn’t even breathing hard. I was now roughly the same size as Vic, but had a longer stride so I kept outpacing him. Around 46th street I paused and he caught up again, with a frown on his face

“Okay, Goliath, hang on a sec. Take a moment and think. How are we going to explain this?”

“Huh?”

“Dummy. Three days ago you were 5’6” and a buck twenty.”

“A buck twenty four,” I said.

“Yeah. And now you’re a half a foot taller and weigh at least fifty pounds more than you did on the ride up. Sarah has been ogling you the whole time. You really honk she won’t notice?”

“Maybe we can convince her it was a growth spurt?”

“No way. An inch and a few pounds maybe, given how much you’ve been shoveling down lately, but she’d have to be an idiot not to notice. And I am not gas lighting her.”

“no. No, you’re right. But we don’t know what’s really going on.”

“Maybe with miss smarty pants helping, we will. Did you forget who has a full ride to Stanford?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Yeah. I bet she already noticed.”

“She did ask if I was using steroids,” I recalled.

“when?”

“Last night before I came back upstairs.”

“Oh, is that what you were discussing? Before you started making out?”

“That and her big boobs, yes, “ I replied with more snark than intended.

We looked at each other.

“Wait, if her boobs got bigger too, then....”

“...She is also affected...”

“By the wishes!”

We sprinted the remaining few blocks to Ikari.

 

[1229864]

Hell yeah! Please keep writing!

 

[Dream Big]

The steak place was surprisingly small but it smelled amazing. From like a block away.

At the head of the line waited our friends, who hadn’t yet noticed us. They were smiling and laughing and chatting with some other people in the line, which stretched most of the block.

And maybe it was because I looked for it, but it was obvious to me (and from the sidelong glimpse I got from Vic, obvious to him, too) that Sarah was affected too.

See, I don’t know it was clear, before, but Erin was a very, very attractive woman, and Erin’s most noticeable assets were her nearly perfect breasts. Sarah, however, looked like her cute, accessible, girl next door, younger sister.

Except now, her breasts were every bit as large as Erin’s. I was hardly an expert but I was a teenaged guy who had at least some interest in girls. I was sure.

And something about those fantastic boobs made Sarah stand differently, carry herself differently, approach the world a little differently. And it was transformative. She drew the eye in a way she hadn’t before, every bit as much as Erin did.

“Wow,” Vic said.

“She looks incredible,” I said.

“You know, I am really regretting my wish didn’t include a clause about turning into a sexy version of me,” Vic said.

I looked him over critically. “You always looked great to me.”

“Just feeling...a bit left out, I suppose.”

Then the girls noticed us, and moment we joined them, we got called to go in.

“You look good,” Sarah grinned.
“So do you.”

“I feel good! And hungry!”

Yeah, me too. And it wasn’t just for the steak, though the smell was mouth watering. Something primal seemed to be stirring. A deeper hunger...and I didn’t dare let it grab me right now.

* * *

Food is a universal constant; we need it for fuel, obviously, but something about a great meal shared with friends or loved ones just kind of transcends the act of eating. I’d wager it releases some brain chemicals that enhance the experience in our memories or something.

Otherwise, I can’t explain why, despite all the weirdness and bizarre experiences over the last day, certain details of that dinner will probably never fail to be etched in my mind. I felt incredibly close to them, even to Erin, from the moment we sat down. Sarah’s chopsticks breaking. Vic being picky about the corn before finally deciding he liked it. The weird shape of my steak, which Sarah solved by stealing the corner of it playfully. The meaty, salty flavor that lingered. The teasing I got for ordering (and devouring) $80 worth of steak.

But at the time, I was struggling to appear smaller than I was, hoping that they wouldn’t notice, hoping I wouldn’t have another episode here in the restaurant. Trying not to keep staring at Sarah’s boobs.

We made small talk, catching up on the days adventures, and the girls had a lot to brag about from their expedition. Whereas after the game store, we had basically gone shopping and then worked out.

“Ugh, boys,” Erin joked.

“Ooh, wait, was TONY there?”

“Yeah, he was there, and he says hi, Erin.”

She blushed and tried to laugh it off.

“Looks like he pumped you up, though. Good workout, Mister Muscles ?”

“Well, his friend Leo did.”

Erin playfully poked me in the chest. “Damn, boy, you keep that up and you’ll have boobs like me,” she laughed. Then she poked again, fascinated.

“Hey, he’s my friend,” Sarah said, and poked me in the other one. “And— damn, you did get pumped up!”

“You should see his abs,” Vic added, caught up in the moment. And he grabbed my shirt by the hem and lifted. I instinctively tensed up, expecting him to tickle me or something, the bastard.

“Whoa! What the—“

I yanked my shirt down, huffily. “I am not a peace of meat, you know.”

“I dunno, I bet you’re Prime USDA beef,” Vic added.

“Those are some serious abs, mister!” Erin said, with real admiration. “At first I thought maybe you and Sarah both got visited by the boob fairy, but now I’m just annoyed I didn’t notice before. You got hunky, boy!”

“Maybe that’s why Tony was flirting with you — he wanted to feel up Drew’s chest, not yours!”

“Oh fuck off,” Erin laughed. “Seriously, I guess I was so used to you, that it took a wardrobe change to realize you got all jacked.”

“I noticed,” Sarah said. “But I could swear you weren’t this buff yesterday.”

“We did basically just come from the gym,” Vic said.

“No wonder you ware enough for three people,” Sarah chuckled. “Vic, I think we need to sabotage our friend and his abs. You thinking what I’m thinking?”

Vic was in on the secret but was playing along. “Ice cream?”

* * *

“I do not understand where you put it all,” Erin said. “Either of you!”

Vic laughed. “Well obvious Sir Beefy here needs it for his bulking phase. Me, I’m just taking advantage of my Korean genetics.”

“I’ve seen you put away Sunday dinner at your aunties place. You should weigh two hundred pounds by now.”

Before long we were seated, and the ice cream came, and we sat there in relative silence, making appreciative noises. Erin excused herself to go to the restroom, and Vic pretended to play with his phone (having already polished off his double dip cone).

Sarah had been staring sidelong at me all through the walk to the ice cream place, with a funny look in her eye. And now that she was halfway through her sundae, she finally got around to asking.

“So,” she finally said, as I loaded up another spoonful of banana split, “it is just me, or are you like, a little bigger than you should be?”

 

[424365]

A fantastic read. I very much enjoy your style and have read many of your stories.

 

[1229864]

You are seriously talented. This is a great story.

 

[dredlifter]

Great stuff. Really like the slow burn growth fun.

 

[Dream Big]

I probably looked like a deer in the headlights.

Y'know, a deer who was about four or five inches bigger all over than he was at the start of the week, and who was trying to avoid blind panic when his bestie was barreling toward him in a 4x4 with the lights on..

"uhhhh..."

"I'm not blind, Drew. And Vic, I can *tell* you know something," she said, a little sharply. "You would suck at poker."

Vic stopped pretending to play with his phone, and instead glanced hurriedly over at the hall where the restroom was.

"If you missed it last night," she said, sotto voce, "I have been paying close attention to your body, dummy, and if you thought I wasn't going to notice that you put on a couple inches in height and muscle this week, I think I'm insulted." She leaned in. "So are you going to spill, or what?"

I was cornered. That's my excuse.

"Me? What about you?" And now SHE was on the defensive. "You think either of us missed your visit from the tit fairy?"

She had the good grace to blush a little. "That's different."

"Maybe, maybe not. But do you think maybe we should talk about whatever you think is happening when we're not sitting in a public place?"

"Speaking of," Vic said.

Erin came walking back, obviously distressed.

"Why do I never remember that I don't handle dairy well after meat?" she groused. "Guys, mind if I call it an early night? I'm not feeling great all of a sudden."

By that point I'd already finished my slightly obscene sundae, so we all decided to call it an early night. Vic walked up with Erin, giving us a little space to talk. I wasn't sure if that made him an understanding bestie, or a coward avoiding a tense situation. But he kept Erin talking and that gave us an opening.

"So."

"Yeah."

"So you DID grow."

"Yeah."

"Me too. But all in the boobs. Three cup sizes."

"We noticed," I said, attempting (badly) to deflect.

"Kinda hard not to when you suddenly blow through two bras in two days," she said. "But you...."

"...yeah."

"How much?"

"We, uh, measured at the gym."

"And?"

"I'm like 5'10" now."

"And?"

"And I put on about four inches everywhere."

"Really? Wow. That's...." She stopped and looked at me with a critical eye. Of course her gaze stalled around my midsection.

"Ummm," she said.

"...yeah."

"Oh my." She frowned as we walked. "So I've been thinking about it, but what do you think is behind it?"

"Well, Vic and I were talking today, and the only thing that makes any kind of sense is the fountain the other night, where we wished."

"That's what I was thinking. I wanted boobs like Erin's. Well, I haven't compared up close, but they even look different. Like, they don't look the same at all. Different moles and stuff, aside from the size."

"Yeah, and I wanted to be bigger. A little bigger."

"I'd say you got it. And Vic just wanted to stay friends, right? And Erin wanted a car."

"I think so."

"Well, Erin doesn't have a car, and Vic's already our friend."

We walked on, thinking.

"So do you, uh...think you're going to keep getting bigger?"

"I don't know. I mean at least you specified a size. I was pretty vague."

"I didn't think of that." She frowned again. "Don't get me wrong, the tits are nice, but it's weird that they're almost exactly like hers. And they kind of hurt when they came in."

"Like how?"

"I got a hot flash or something, like three times. Each time I got bigger. Lasted like 10 minutes or something each time."

"Me too. When we met up last night, I'd just had one."

"So had I. Did yours, um...."

"Yeah, I get stupid horny. Like it's really hard to control myself, that kind of horny."

"Fun." She seemed to be thinking it over. "Yeah, I could kinda tell you'd just...you know."

"It's been pretty embarrassing, honestly."

"I can imagine. But I've got some panties that are no longer fit for human wear myself."

I made a face. "At least yours still fit."

"What does Vicster think of the improved Drew?"

"You'd have to ask him, but um..." I wasn't sure I was ready to share that whole thing with her yet.

"He was mostly okay with you going all jock last year, right? So probably this doesn't seem too different."

"I guess."

"It almost looked like he was into you, you know."


I chuckled. "This is a really bizarre conversation, you know that?"

"Well...it IS you, after all." She smiled.

"So now what?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, now what? Do we try to stop it? or reverse it? Are we sure it's because of the wishes?"

"I don't even know. But if I keep getting bigger it's going to be stupidly awkward."

"I don't know, a little bigger might be even nicer. It looks good on you so far."

* * *

 

[Dream Big]

It was only about 930 when we got back to the house, but Erin announced herself unfit for human consumption, and went to bed. The three of us hung out in the kitchen, and to their annoyance, I opened up a pack of cookies and tucked in while we chatted.

"Okay, shirt off," Sarah said. Vic nodded, so I figured what the hell, and stripped it off sensually.

Well, what I thought was probably sensually. Mostly it was just slow.

"That is downright impressive," Sarah said. "You look like internet porn."

"That's not the most impressive part," Vic mumbled. But we both heard him.

"Oh REALLY," Sarah said, arching an eyebrow.

"Yes, really," Vic said. "It is pretty hard to miss."

"Wait, you're not kidding? Your um..."

"Sigh." This was getting old. "Yes, my dick is bigger to. Happy?"

Vic started to say something, then thought better of it and settled for giving me a look.

Sarah seemed intrigued. "Huh. How large are we talking, big boy?"

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Now it was HER turn to blush. "You had your chance last night," she said coyly.

The memory of my hands on her near-perfect breasts triggered me. And the memory of how the rest of that night played out...well, that woke the beast.

At this point, it was too late to be embarrassed.

"The offer still stands," I said.

"...he said, firmly..." Vic added. "Be careful, you might put an eye out."

Oh shit, it really was waking the beast. I could feel my blood rushing, my balls churning, and my dick straightening, and my pulse quickening...

"Oh my god," Sarah said. "Are you sporting wood? For ME?"

I mean, we'd danced this dance last night, or at least the start of it. But now I was a few inches larger, and Vic was sitting three feet away.

Which somehow made it hotter. Because I knew that Vic was playing it cool on the surface but he was super turned on. And apparently so was Sarah, as a telltale smell began to permeate.

"Yeah...but not just for you," I admitted.

"Oh, you're bi? Cool."

As non-reactions to earth-shattering, life-altering, personal truths go, it was everything.

"Well, bi-curious, at least."

"I see. And have you satisfied that curiosity?"

"Not completely."

"You and Vic?"

Vic actually gasped.

"Guess that answers that," she said. "Figures."

"Sarah, wait. That doesn't mean I'm not interested."

"I'm not going to even try to get between you guys."

"Sarah, you dummy. I"m *clearly* interested in you," I said, gesturing rudely down at my obscene sausage outline, "...and I think Vic is cool with that."

"Really?"

Vic nodded. "I mean, if it's you, I feel like it's okay. You're my bestie too. And I want you guys to figure it out. For some reason it feels safe."

Sarah seemed genuinely conflicted. "I just don't want to fuck anything up, for any of us."

For a moment, we all sat there, half daring each other to say something first.



No wait, that wasn't right. It was just hot in the house, and I was fighting an awkward erection during an awkward conversation....and somehow that made it feel sexier. I could smell Sarah and her increasingly damp panties. I could sense Vic across the table, adjusting his own pants a bit and trying to downplay his response. I'm not even sure how I could tell these things; it was like I was tuned into some podcast that only I could hear. And it was *hot*....

"I'm going to call your bluff," Sarah finally said. "I really hope you are not lying about being okay with this," she said. "But I can't.......fuck it, my room. Come on. Quietly."

"Drew, seriously. Go. Figure it out," Vic said. His smile was sweet, but a little sad.

We left Vic there with his phone and an expression between sadness and lust, and crept up the stairs and over to her office. It seemed warmer upstairs, and there was a little danger; Erin was already in bed or in the master bathroom). The idea of her hearing it and pretending not to was kind of hot. The idea of being caught was a little hot as well.

She didn't say much, just unwrapped me like a present and sat me on the bed. Then she pulled off her own top, and showed off her rack and her abs -- I suspect on purpose -- as she stretched to remove it. She leaned in and kissed me, tentatively at first.

It felt nice. It felt right and okay to do this. I'd been terrified it would feel wrong!

She thought so too, apparently, because the steaminess of the kiss kicked up a notch or two, and very quickly we were making out with a ferocity born of years of repressed sexual interest. She grabbed my hands from her neck and back, and put them on her boobs, where instinctively I groped and caressed them, feeling the engorged nipples respond and the skin prickle and tighten up. That half-perceived undercurrent of "what if" was actually a raging river.

Before I realized it, she'd tugged my shorts free, and my ....god, I can't believe I'm using this expression, but it's accurate -- my huge cock sprung free.

"Wow, you undersold this," she said. "I mean, the muscles are really, really nice," she said, running her fingers sensuously all around my abs and then down my adonis belt. "But that ...well, that's fucking amazing."

It's a curious thing that I could tell that I wasn't her first blowjob. And I think she could tell she wasn't my first either. But with the vast experience granted me by this, my second BJ, I gotta say -- Vic was better at it. Which is not to say it wasn't fun and sexy and hot to get one from Sarah. She did this thing with her tongue...

"Goddammit, I got to have you in me," she said, surrendering to her lust and not even bothering to disguise it. She turned on the clock radio and found a little music to provide some plausible cover for the noise, and returned with a handful of condoms.

"Jesus, that's a tight fit," she said, unrolling one around my prodigious member.

"Do we need lube or something?"

"I'm wet enough for almost anything, and you've been leaking so much I thought you might have already come."

And with that she guided me in, and we started in earnest.

And it went beyond just fucking, honestly. It felt important and meaningful and connecting. It bound us somehow. She was my first girl. And I was buried in her up to the hilt, as she whimpered and squirmed and opened her mouth and gasped a little....

My god that little noise was so fucking hot. And downstairs, my first guy -- though I sensed Vic and I had plenty left to explore -- was patiently letting me do this without guilt. I fucking loved him for it. I loved them both. I wished I were fucking them both. My goodness that would be even hotter...

Oh shit....she was starting to get really into it, and I felt the hot flash really grab me.

Fuuuuuck. The hot flash wasn't just being steamed up from sex. It was another spurt.

Two things happened almost at once. First I felt Sarah clench her insides around me, gripping my fuckstick with significant force. But I wasn't stopping -- and suddenly he heat concentrated for me, all along my dick I filled her. Then I felt that amazing surge again, and then my whole body strained and I tensed up, realizing I was helpless as my body did what it wanted, needed, to do.

I was getting bigger again. And it started in the one place where I'd pretty much figured enough was enough.

I heard her squeal in surprise as my dick surged larger within her. For me, it was a phenomenal sense of sexual power and a big manly thrust, but I hadn't moved -- it was literally just my penis getting bigger and longer, suddenly. I worried I might hurt her, but I couldn't do anything to stop at this point. God, how big would I be after this? I was torn between being eager to see and being afraid of what I'd be faced with....

Then the wave of heat washed over the rest of my body, and I could hear the cracks of my bones and ligaments as I surged a little bigger. My muscles -- and there were already a lot of them -- burned intensely as they swelled a little larger. I was starting to lose my sense of self again, and I almost felt dizzy -- like my body was having trouble coping with the demands of a larger body.

And then Sarah shouted my name and came, and I grunted like a fucking CAVEMAN or something and felt a hot torrent of spunk blow out.

 

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Amazing.

 

[Dream Big]

It was probably 230am when I woke up.

In Sarah’s bed.

And with her snoring softly beside me. The sheets were either damp or crusty. Either way, kind of gross.

I needed to pee, so it was time to extract myself, as gently as I could, from her bed and head directly for the can. Had she always been this light?

I stood up, and carefully got my bearings. A bit of light from the bathroom was visible and served as my guide — but already I could tell I was bigger. As stealthily as I could, I tiptoed to the en suite and shut the door behind me, then switched on the bright overhead light.

The dick I grabbed to point at the toilet was beastly. Soft, I was more than a large handful, but the second I shook the last drop free, I felt a tug, and my dick started to lengthen and straighten. Up and up it went, until it was obvious that I had grown quite a bit. I was longer than the standard magazines, so I had evidently blown past a foot long. At a guess, I was at least thirteen inches long, and thick as hell.

Following my hand up my arm, I saw thick, corded muscle. I had the forearms of s professional drummer. Below my thin, but solid, waist, meaty and well defined legs and bulging calves awaited.

I stepped to the side and took in my latest changes....a quick pose showed biceps that had to have gained two inches, and a chest that might have gained three. My abs continued to be a marvel of their own, with eight bricks and a web of supporting bulges on the sides. My laterals were huge too.

I was also taller, but couldn’t immediately tell by how much. I guessed an inch, maybe two. And I had to assume my feet were also bigger.

Bigger. Why hadn’t I been more specific?

Sighing, I began to walk back Sarah’s bed, but had a moment of indecision. Sarah’s warm, satisfied form, or the hallway bathroom where I could rub one out in peace, or my own room to see if Vic was up for a quick....

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[Dream Big]

I switched off the light and opened the door, and stepped quietly back into the room. Sarah had rolled over and now lay sprawled across it, rolled up in the sticky sheets.

Here is how my brain was working.

Me: (uncertain if I should move her)

Brain: if we wake her up, maybe more sex?

Me: but

Brain: okay but also if we creep back to the room, maybe vic will sex with us

Me: but what if he is asleep too?

Brain: then we will give him a blowjob and when he shoots, he will want to return the favor. Or we could just start fucking him....

Me: hey wait you’re not my brain

Dick: hah! I’m in charge now, buddy! Sex!


Joking aside, my libido was off the hook, no doubt due to my recent growth and the new batch of testosterone coursing through my enlarged body. It really was making it harder to think about anything else. My insane dick was leading the way, determined to get there first.

I crept down the hallway, somewhat surprised at how quietly I could still move, and stopped in front of the door to our room. Deep breath...a different prospect, now that I had a much bigger chest; I could feel it swell as I inhaled. I was doing this.

The door opened easily — thanks to the remodel, no doubt — and I shut it quietly behind me. To my surprise, Vic was laying on my mattress, wrapped in my sheets. He was completely asleep, but he was also mumbling something I couldn’t make out. He was on his side, facing the center of the room, and the outside lights hit his face at the best possible angle. Those Cheekbones, the ones he had in common with Jun, were sooo sexy. his lips, plump and slightly parted, looked very kissable. I knelt at his side, and leaned my face up to his.

Whatever he was saying, he was half smiling, so I was guessing it was a good dream.

Time to make it better.

 

[Dream Big]

As I said...my dick was leading the way.

I wanted Vic. Part of me wanted Sarah. Part of me wanted both of them at once, and was curious about Erin and Tony and Lee and Leo and the shoe guy and the hot waitress at the steak place...

But Vic was here, and I would have him. No; I would seduce him.

And so I started by kissing him, gently at first, but insistently. I worked my way around his face until I met his lips, and shorty after I began, he moaned a little and began to reciprocate, though his eyes remained closed. My tongue was aggressive, making his mouth mine and dueling over possession. I pulled the hot breath out of him and returned my own, and the duel became a dance as we found our rhythm....

Kissing is never the same, is it, from partner to partner. Each person you kiss with lust and passion has a different flavor, and a different technique is required to find the right rhythm, the right electrical current that makes you click.

Last night, Vic and I had kissed, and made out, but it was not yet what tonight was shaping up to be. We’d made out, but now we were making love. The positions, the specific activities, none of that matters when you’re with the right person. A hug can be deeply arousing, and a simple back rub can be as good as a good deep fuck when the intent is there and the connection is real.

I had known Vic forever, and he had been my first proper sexual experience less than twenty four hours ago. Now, I wanted him to be my first truly gay lovemaking experience.

We kissed, lovingly, for a while, and once he was fully awake, he sat up, inviting me in with him.

“You smell a little like her right now, you know. So you um....”

“Yes. We did.but she’s asleep now.”

He reached out and traced my nipples and pecs and the cobbles of my torso.

“You grew again,” he said.

“Evidently,” I answered. “Is that a problem?”

“That depends on what you think we are going to do,” he said.

“Anything you want. Everything we can.”

He gestured for me to stand up, so I did.

“Hooo boy,” he whispered. “Fuck, I thought you were huge before!” His hands traced my dick — and it felt really nice. It throbbed in answer and spurted a little pre.

“I hope it’s okay,” I whispered.

“It’s...a challenge.”

I am happy to report that it was a challenge he was up to.

 

[Dream Big]

Everything about me felt strong, powerful, dominant...of course it did. I was bigger, bigger than I’d ever been, bigger than Vic, bigger than most guys I’d meet. No wonder Vic was so into it, I was pure man, all sex and confidence and strength.

And as ashamed as I am to say it, having a huge dick was part of it.

Vic practically worshipped it, and I reveled in him doing so. He attacked it like a starving thing, and I’ve told you before that he was rather talented at it. So every bit of expertise he possessed was put to use, and I had thousands of new nerve endings to stimulate.

But like I said, this wasn’t supposed to be just about me getting satisfied. No, I wanted to seduce my best friend and make him love me, and lust after me, as much as I realized I both loved and lusted after him. But my raging libido was not giving way, so I just let Vic enjoy his fantasy for the moment, And hoped that once I blew, I could think again.

I looked down and saw him straining to cover the enormous glans with his lips, to no avail. I’m not joking when I say that the head of my dick was verging on the ridiculous. Had to be the size of a wine bottle or a fist, and lips are only so elastic.

And then, suddenly, it fit, and I was startled enough to ignore the sensation of hot mouth on hotter dick, momentarily worried that his mouth might be hurt. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case, but it looked really strange. And then, even more unbelievably, he began to inhale my newly massive dick, an expression of bliss and surrender on his face as he shoved more and more inches into his mouth. All the while, his tongue never stopped caressing me.

Jesus, it was incredible, and I lost myself to the sensation of it. He was really really good at this and it kept feeling better and better. And shockingly, I felt his nose bury itself in my pubes and realized he’d taken the whole thing. I couldn’t hold back at that point, and replayed his hospitality with a warm gift. Ten, twelve, fifteen, sixteen distinct squirts of hot spunk.

I was probably a bit loud. I looked down, grateful, and couldn’t believe he’d sucked all of my incredible size into him. His eyes popped open and I could see he was also shocked, and backed away as he instinctively swallowed my load. And then he kept backing away.

I swung around and sat next him, temporarily spent, but not for long.

“Wow,” I said, panting. “How did you even do that?”

He too seemed perplexed, making an odd face and rubbing his jaw a little.

“Man, I don’t even know.” He looked down at my dick, which hadn’t seemed to go soft despite the pic load I had just spewed. “That’s just unreal,” he said. And then he reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the measuring tape and switched on the small lamp.

“Fuck, you really did get bigger. A lot bigger, but that’s for later. I just have to know...”

Shit, I wanted to know, too. The metal tip of the measuring tape was cold as it base of my cock. And Vic unrolled it slowly. He reached eleven inches and slowed down; looking up at me in awe.

And then kept going. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen.

“Fourteen and a half.”

“Fuck.”

“Good luck. That thing is as big as my forearm.”

“I can’t believe you swallowed that thing!”

“Me neither, but it was like I suddenly knew it was possible. Like, if it were with you, I could just...do it. Anything.” He was thoughtful for a minute. “And you said you and Sarah did it? Were you that big then?”

“I was in her when I grew.”

“No offense, but that seems like it should have ripped her in half.”

A bit of cockiness crept into my voice. “She didn’t complain. But I was afraid I might have hurt her, for a minute.”

“But you didn’t. And my mouth seems fine. I wonder if my wish did this.”

“Shit dude, you didn’t wish for me to have a huge dick did you?”

“Not consciously. But I wished we’d always be together as friends, and maybe this is part of it. Being able to do anything for you. I really do love you, and I think I love Sarah almost as much. And maybe being able to do anything for you is part of that.”

He looked lustily at me, and my prodigious dick, and mouthed “anything” without realizing it.

If that was true...

“We um, could try.....Do you have any lube?”

“No..but we could see if there’s any—oh!”

“What!?”

“I don’t think that will be necessary. Stay there. Lay down...”

He stood up, and dropped his boxers — his own satisfyingly standard size schlong bobbing excitedly at attention. And then he climbed on top of me, rubbing our dicks together ...oh man.

And then he grabbed my steel girder of a dick, aimed it, and slid back onto it. His eyes almost immediately rolled back in his head.

“Hooooo oh man, go slow....”

Amazing. Either I was covered in enough pre to provide adequate lube, or he was somehow producing it. Either way, the apple sized head slid into him far more easily than I would have imagined, and his eyes fluttered back open.

“Oh my god,” he said. “I don’t even care that this is impossible.” He scooted back slowly, gasping as he did so with cute little noises. I was almost to surprised to react, but my balls were roiling in their big sack, renewing what was apparently an inexhaustible resource.

If anything, this felt better than Sarah had, though it would be a tough call.

“Careful....oh god, this feels fantastic, it should hurt but somehow...oh”

And then I felt him touch base...completely engulfing me.

“Oh my god.”

We began to fuck in earnest at that point, now that I was sure I wouldn’t hurt him. we lost ourselves to a slow, grinding, motion, then sped up, then slower...with glorious abandon I plumbed his depths. He was so out of it, he just making noises without any meaning. But I was still trying to seduce him, to show him how much I wanted him, and somehow splitting him with my giant dick felt like only making me happy. It only took one meaty arm to support myself, but he was hard as a rock as we ground and bounced together.

“Oh fuck...fuck...if you ...if your dick was as big as mine, I would blow you while I fucked you...”

And then, inch by inch, he began to grow.

Well, his dick did. And greedy bastard that I am, I leaned forward, my own mouth begging for it, and never breaking the incredible rhythm we’d found. My size had not cost me much in terms of flexibility, but my powerful abs did take up space. They’d only crunch so far.

But whatever power was making me grow, it was making Vic super adaptable, apparently. And so he met me halfway, his dick adding inches until I could kiss tip with my lips, then just enough so that I could tackle the head and lick the underparts of his helmet...

Hard to believe we lasted for more than a second like that, but we did...and then we found that magic rhythm and got completely in sync, and we both shot at the exact same moment. I got a mouthful of come from Vic’s newly enhanced dick, but he must have got a pint from mine. He collapsed on me, trapping his dick between us, and instinctively clenching to milk the last drops from me.

 

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