Have you ever considered doing a muscle growth vignette or solely muscle-growth story?
Just A Little Bigger
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We collapsed in the bed, and as we panted from our efforts, Vic mumbled something under his breath that sounded a lot like my name. I lazily turned my head, and saw his dick retreating back to its normal length, rather than to the extra long monster that I’d just finished sucking.
He returned my gaze, lust still dancing in his eyes, but he seemed to be as sated as I was. even my own enormous pecker was shrinking down to something resembling human. Though I may need to revise my assumptions about human limits.
“Shit. Did I just grow a penis longer than yours, and lose it, or have I completely lost my mind.”
“Yes, you did grow a huge dick. I can still taste you,” I said, hoping to sound sexy, but probably only managing awkward.
“And I took your dick to the hilt,” he said.
“Absolutely,” I said. “I was worried I hurt you.”
“If I am right, I don’t think you can.” He said thoughtfully, between deep breaths as he rode the post fuck high down.
“Because of the wish?”
“Well, I’ve never had any real dick up my ass before, believe it or not, but I did barely manage a six inch vibrator. I thought I was gonna die then. So the only logical explanation...”
“I think this is all beyond logical explanations at this point,” I replied, in a tone so dry it probably drained the Hudson.
He reached around his own ass and felt around a little.
“Dude, I don’t even hurt. And my butt hole feels tight like normal.”
He was so cute, with that quizzical expression on his face, his mind all engaged in some mystery ...while he prodded his own asshole to make sure he wasn’t destroyed by being impaled on a 14.5-inch dick all night. I rolled over and gently stroked his completely limp dick, smiling at him.
“This seems to be back to your normal size, too.” I licked my lips. “Pity. Might be nice to not be the only one dealing with a third leg.”
“Yours seems big as ever, though.”
“I finally feel like I got my rocks off properly,” I agreed.
“Yeah, even though it took fucking two people senseless to manage it,” he chuckled. “Or did you fuck Erin too?”
“No, I didn’t fuck her,” I said.
“Good,” he said, snuggling into the crook of my meaty pec. “No get some rest, you big goofball. I am fucked out and too tired to think. Let me bask in the endorphins for a while.”
* * *
Around five thirty, I heard someone in the hallway, and woke up tensed and ready to fight. But as soon as I focused on it, the faint footsteps lightly tapped away. Going by the minimal floorboard creaks, it was probably just Sarah, wondering why I wasn’t in her bed with her....and then finding our door shut. Shit, I hoped she wouldn’t be mad.
He returned my gaze, lust still dancing in his eyes, but he seemed to be as sated as I was. even my own enormous pecker was shrinking down to something resembling human. Though I may need to revise my assumptions about human limits.
“Shit. Did I just grow a penis longer than yours, and lose it, or have I completely lost my mind.”
“Yes, you did grow a huge dick. I can still taste you,” I said, hoping to sound sexy, but probably only managing awkward.
“And I took your dick to the hilt,” he said.
“Absolutely,” I said. “I was worried I hurt you.”
“If I am right, I don’t think you can.” He said thoughtfully, between deep breaths as he rode the post fuck high down.
“Because of the wish?”
“Well, I’ve never had any real dick up my ass before, believe it or not, but I did barely manage a six inch vibrator. I thought I was gonna die then. So the only logical explanation...”
“I think this is all beyond logical explanations at this point,” I replied, in a tone so dry it probably drained the Hudson.
He reached around his own ass and felt around a little.
“Dude, I don’t even hurt. And my butt hole feels tight like normal.”
He was so cute, with that quizzical expression on his face, his mind all engaged in some mystery ...while he prodded his own asshole to make sure he wasn’t destroyed by being impaled on a 14.5-inch dick all night. I rolled over and gently stroked his completely limp dick, smiling at him.
“This seems to be back to your normal size, too.” I licked my lips. “Pity. Might be nice to not be the only one dealing with a third leg.”
“Yours seems big as ever, though.”
“I finally feel like I got my rocks off properly,” I agreed.
“Yeah, even though it took fucking two people senseless to manage it,” he chuckled. “Or did you fuck Erin too?”
“No, I didn’t fuck her,” I said.
“Good,” he said, snuggling into the crook of my meaty pec. “No get some rest, you big goofball. I am fucked out and too tired to think. Let me bask in the endorphins for a while.”
* * *
Around five thirty, I heard someone in the hallway, and woke up tensed and ready to fight. But as soon as I focused on it, the faint footsteps lightly tapped away. Going by the minimal floorboard creaks, it was probably just Sarah, wondering why I wasn’t in her bed with her....and then finding our door shut. Shit, I hoped she wouldn’t be mad.
Around 8:30, I woke again, as Vic tried (unsuccessfully) to extract himself from being the little spoon.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
"Mmmhm. Guess we might as well wake up and face the music, huh."
"Yeah."
"I'm hungry anyway."
"And I'm covered in crusty jizz," he said, "and we probably won't fit in the shower at the same time, so I'm going first."
"Might be fun to try," I said.
He leaned over and kissed me -- not a passionate, lusty kiss, but a simple, sweet one.
"Not this time. Might want to give me a bit of time to um...empty out?"
That wasn't a great visual. Well, not for me. Tastes may vary.
* * *
By the time I was done in the bathroom -- blessedly free of the increasingly bothersome mega-erections I'd had lately, and luckily free of another growth spurt -- I was faced with yet another logistical tangle. My only pants option were the sweats, and the largest tee available was tight across the shoulders. I decided it would have to do.
"Well, look at you," Erin said as I thudded down the stairs. The smell of coffee was delightful, but the room felt a little tense; Vic had his back to me, but Sarah was busily investigating the deep mystery in her coffee cup.
Erin looked around at the others. "What, no comment?" Neither of the others looked up.
"Okay, is this about the fact that the shrimp -- no offense -- seems to be hulking out of his shirt," (oh fuck, she noticed), "or is it about the fact that he managed to fuck everyone in this room but me last night?"
"You knew?"
"Please, I was sick, not dead, or deaf. You guys were loud."
"Sorry," Vic and Sarah both said at the same time.
"Yeah. Okay, I saw that coming. The sex, I mean. Wasn't sure which one of you three would pull the trigger first, though. Man, so much sexual undercurrent...."
We all blushed pretty hard at that one.
"You guys are teenagers. Not a breed known for subtlety." ,Erin downed the rest of her coffee in one extended gulp, as we digested her assessment of our sexual escapades. "I didn't expect it to be you, though, and I didn't expect you to get a two-fer."
"Erin!"
"Oh, hush. Did you forget you TOLD me to invite them because you wanted this to all air out?"
Wait, what? Sarah's death glare was epic. But it sure sucked the awkwardness out of the room.
"No, don't give me that, Sarah." Erin said. "But that's not the part I'm really freaked out about. What the hell is up with mister muscles here?"
* * *
So yeah, Erin had noticed, and soon it was all out in the open.
I mean, after we tried...badly...to pretend it wasn't true. I'll skip that part, if it's all the same to you.
She dragged it out of us. Relentlessly. Even made Vic fess up to his ...adaptability, though we avoided specifics.
"That's.....shit, I'd say it's insane, except, well, look at you. From skinny boy next door to sexual dynamo in a few days. I almost feel left out."
"Erin!"
"I'm just saying. I mean, all I wished for was a car."
"Guessing you don't have one yet."
"Nope."
"So...what now?"
Vic raised his hand. "So, I have a theory or two."
"Let's hear it," Sarah said.
"We all made wishes. Car, boobs, size, friendship. Right?"
"Yeah"
"Well, Drew was already working out like crazy, and Sarah had the genetics, and we were already friends. We had a start on those wishes we made," he explained. "Did you do anything to get a car?"
"No, it was just idle thoughts, really."
"Maybe you should. Enter a contest, fill out financing paperwork, something like that."
Sarah's eyes widened. "Oh, that almost makes sense!"
"Wait, what will that prove?" Erin was confused.
"Well, there's two things. One, it might allow the wish to finish fulfilling itself. But two...Drew's was open ended. He keeps getting bigger. What if he doesn't stop?"
Yeah, the thought had been bouncing around my head since last night. It was beginning to be a real worry; I'd spent way too much of my graduation money already, between food and clothes.
"So you think letting all our wishes be satisfied will mean he stops growing?" Sarah was thinking it through.
"Worth a shot," Vic shrugged. "I mean, it's a paper-thin idea based on years of reading fantasy stories and fairy tales. But since we're already in weird world, apparently, it's all I got."
It was a good enough start, I figured. And it couldn't hurt to give the magic an opening. But maybe we'd already done enough. Or maybe continuing to grow wouldn't be that bad a thing. I mean, just a little more and I'd be six feet tall....actually TALL. Muscular. Fuck. I'd be like a superhero if we kept this going. But how big would be enough? My dick...hooo that was already a record-breaker.
Oh shit...I could feel the sweats kicking in. Could feel my dick tingling. My muscles tensing up.
"Drew? You okay?" Sarah said, worried.
"I think he's having a growth spurt," Vic said.
Oh yes. I was having a growth spurt alright. And it felt stronger than the others....
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
"Mmmhm. Guess we might as well wake up and face the music, huh."
"Yeah."
"I'm hungry anyway."
"And I'm covered in crusty jizz," he said, "and we probably won't fit in the shower at the same time, so I'm going first."
"Might be fun to try," I said.
He leaned over and kissed me -- not a passionate, lusty kiss, but a simple, sweet one.
"Not this time. Might want to give me a bit of time to um...empty out?"
That wasn't a great visual. Well, not for me. Tastes may vary.
* * *
By the time I was done in the bathroom -- blessedly free of the increasingly bothersome mega-erections I'd had lately, and luckily free of another growth spurt -- I was faced with yet another logistical tangle. My only pants option were the sweats, and the largest tee available was tight across the shoulders. I decided it would have to do.
"Well, look at you," Erin said as I thudded down the stairs. The smell of coffee was delightful, but the room felt a little tense; Vic had his back to me, but Sarah was busily investigating the deep mystery in her coffee cup.
Erin looked around at the others. "What, no comment?" Neither of the others looked up.
"Okay, is this about the fact that the shrimp -- no offense -- seems to be hulking out of his shirt," (oh fuck, she noticed), "or is it about the fact that he managed to fuck everyone in this room but me last night?"
"You knew?"
"Please, I was sick, not dead, or deaf. You guys were loud."
"Sorry," Vic and Sarah both said at the same time.
"Yeah. Okay, I saw that coming. The sex, I mean. Wasn't sure which one of you three would pull the trigger first, though. Man, so much sexual undercurrent...."
We all blushed pretty hard at that one.
"You guys are teenagers. Not a breed known for subtlety." ,Erin downed the rest of her coffee in one extended gulp, as we digested her assessment of our sexual escapades. "I didn't expect it to be you, though, and I didn't expect you to get a two-fer."
"Erin!"
"Oh, hush. Did you forget you TOLD me to invite them because you wanted this to all air out?"
Wait, what? Sarah's death glare was epic. But it sure sucked the awkwardness out of the room.
"No, don't give me that, Sarah." Erin said. "But that's not the part I'm really freaked out about. What the hell is up with mister muscles here?"
* * *
So yeah, Erin had noticed, and soon it was all out in the open.
I mean, after we tried...badly...to pretend it wasn't true. I'll skip that part, if it's all the same to you.
She dragged it out of us. Relentlessly. Even made Vic fess up to his ...adaptability, though we avoided specifics.
"That's.....shit, I'd say it's insane, except, well, look at you. From skinny boy next door to sexual dynamo in a few days. I almost feel left out."
"Erin!"
"I'm just saying. I mean, all I wished for was a car."
"Guessing you don't have one yet."
"Nope."
"So...what now?"
Vic raised his hand. "So, I have a theory or two."
"Let's hear it," Sarah said.
"We all made wishes. Car, boobs, size, friendship. Right?"
"Yeah"
"Well, Drew was already working out like crazy, and Sarah had the genetics, and we were already friends. We had a start on those wishes we made," he explained. "Did you do anything to get a car?"
"No, it was just idle thoughts, really."
"Maybe you should. Enter a contest, fill out financing paperwork, something like that."
Sarah's eyes widened. "Oh, that almost makes sense!"
"Wait, what will that prove?" Erin was confused.
"Well, there's two things. One, it might allow the wish to finish fulfilling itself. But two...Drew's was open ended. He keeps getting bigger. What if he doesn't stop?"
Yeah, the thought had been bouncing around my head since last night. It was beginning to be a real worry; I'd spent way too much of my graduation money already, between food and clothes.
"So you think letting all our wishes be satisfied will mean he stops growing?" Sarah was thinking it through.
"Worth a shot," Vic shrugged. "I mean, it's a paper-thin idea based on years of reading fantasy stories and fairy tales. But since we're already in weird world, apparently, it's all I got."
It was a good enough start, I figured. And it couldn't hurt to give the magic an opening. But maybe we'd already done enough. Or maybe continuing to grow wouldn't be that bad a thing. I mean, just a little more and I'd be six feet tall....actually TALL. Muscular. Fuck. I'd be like a superhero if we kept this going. But how big would be enough? My dick...hooo that was already a record-breaker.
Oh shit...I could feel the sweats kicking in. Could feel my dick tingling. My muscles tensing up.
"Drew? You okay?" Sarah said, worried.
"I think he's having a growth spurt," Vic said.
Oh yes. I was having a growth spurt alright. And it felt stronger than the others....
This time, the heat was less an issue than the pressure. I mean, yeah, I was hot and sweating and uncomfortable, and of course horny, but it felt different. For one thing, it was sustained. For another, everyone was watching it happen.
Including me, kind of.
See, every other time, I'd felt physically present -- intensely so. This time, I felt like it was happening to someone else, but I was REALLY close to the process, and more aware of it all. Perhaps it was just that my body had evolved so much in the last few days that I simply didn't feel like myself. Perhaps it was because I was reaching almost unfathomable levels of change.
How else to describe it? I could feel my bones shifting, my muscle fibers weaving, individual nerves and hair follicles springing to life, blood pounding through my heart, air inflating my lungs, guts processing whatever food was left in me, my dick arching -- all at once. And it wasn't concentrated; it was spread out. Simultaneous. And extended over like three or four minutes. For them, at least, but for me it felt like, I dunno, an hour or two of torture. No, that's not right. BDSM play or something like it, maybe. There's a fetish about being bound and helpless, right? But in my case, I was helplessly getting bigger.
Powerless to move, or even to blink properly, I could see the wonder on my friends' faces as I grew and changed in front of them. Pretty sure they were all aroused, and I knew I was. Hell, *everyone* could tell I was.
And then, just as suddenly, it crested and stopped, and I was done. My big chest gulping air and trying to cool off, the sweat running down what sure felt like a groove in my back (and into my ass crack), and a massive shiver throughout as my body presumably reconnected all the nerves.
"Holy shit," Erin said. "That was intense."
"That was hot," said Vic.
"Fuck," said Sarah. "Jesus, look at him."
I leaned forward, and my steel-stiff dick poked my pecs (god, how big was I now?). My butt felt weird too. My feet hurt. I stood, unsteadily, no longer caring about the fact that my already outsized dick was clearly bigger, because I needed to get my bearings. Besides, the cat was already out of the bag regarding my huge dick.
Or so I thought.. I gasped for water, and Erin quickly filled a cup and I guzzled it in two great gulps. By then Vic had run up and grabbed the measuring tape again.
As he read off the measurements, I couldn't believe my ears.
Height, 6'2"
Neck, 19.25
Chest, 49.5.
Shoulder, 25.
Arms, 23.25.
Forearm, 17.
Thigh, 29.5
Calf, 19.25
Waist, 33.
I was still reeling from that when we went upstairs just to see what the weight situation was.
I was 230 pounds. I barely fit in the bathroom mirror.
My dick was still straining. Vic shoed the ladies out for a moment, though Sarah was grumpy about it.
Vic touched my chest, tentatively.
"Okay, bro, I gotta tell you, you were already big by normal standards. And that looks huge, even compared to last night. But whatever this says, you're still YOU, got it?"
I nodded. And then I gave it a quick stroke or two, though it hardly needed it.
I was just a hair over 16 inches. Assuming I kept my usual ratio, and assuming I *ever* went soft again, that would leave me with 9 inches or so, soft, to try to pack into underwear. And my balls were probably the size of a large grapefruit.
"I gotta try this out, but um...let's just keep it to a hand job, for now, okay? You might break me," Vic said, genuinely worried.
* * *
Fifteen minutes later, I'd blown two unbelievable loads and was finally as soft as I seemed likely to get, and Vic and I came back downstairs to find Erin looking pensive.
"Sarah went to get food, but before she gets back," Erin said. "I want to know something from both of you."
We nodded assent.
"I know you never fooled around before this week, and I know Drew has done both Vic and Sarah. But I gotta tell you both, because she won't, and because it might matter for this wish or curse or whatever." She took a deep breath. "She has been crushing on BOTH of you for a long time. And I don't know what that means for all this, but then I'm still shocked she made any move at all."
Vic's turn too blush.
"Yeah, I know, I'm getting all Big Sister about it, but I want her happy. And I think you're both decent guys, and unlike our folks, I'm not hung up on the whole monogamy thing. Are you?"
"I don't even know anymore," I said. "I mean, no offense, but I'm barely staying sane with this stupid dickosaurus. Everything seems to turn my crank. I don't think I have it in me to think too hard about relationship stuff right now." Sure enough, I was half-chubbed on the idea of my two best friends fooling around.
"Dude, you have blown at least four times that I know of in the last 24 hours," Vic said.
I did some quick calculations. "It may have been more like....eight?"
Erin nearly dropped her coffee cup.
"Right, well then I better go looking for a car before I accidentally turn you into an even bigger sex fiend," Erin said, her gaze lingering on my crotch. "I mean, you're cute and muscly and all, but my sister likes you and your dick is WAY too big for me."
"Oh?"
"Believe it or not, I prefer smaller guys."
I smiled. I guess she hadn't seen Tony fully naked. Though he was definitely smaller than me, now. And it was likely that everyone on the planet was smaller than me, dick wise.
Including me, kind of.
See, every other time, I'd felt physically present -- intensely so. This time, I felt like it was happening to someone else, but I was REALLY close to the process, and more aware of it all. Perhaps it was just that my body had evolved so much in the last few days that I simply didn't feel like myself. Perhaps it was because I was reaching almost unfathomable levels of change.
How else to describe it? I could feel my bones shifting, my muscle fibers weaving, individual nerves and hair follicles springing to life, blood pounding through my heart, air inflating my lungs, guts processing whatever food was left in me, my dick arching -- all at once. And it wasn't concentrated; it was spread out. Simultaneous. And extended over like three or four minutes. For them, at least, but for me it felt like, I dunno, an hour or two of torture. No, that's not right. BDSM play or something like it, maybe. There's a fetish about being bound and helpless, right? But in my case, I was helplessly getting bigger.
Powerless to move, or even to blink properly, I could see the wonder on my friends' faces as I grew and changed in front of them. Pretty sure they were all aroused, and I knew I was. Hell, *everyone* could tell I was.
And then, just as suddenly, it crested and stopped, and I was done. My big chest gulping air and trying to cool off, the sweat running down what sure felt like a groove in my back (and into my ass crack), and a massive shiver throughout as my body presumably reconnected all the nerves.
"Holy shit," Erin said. "That was intense."
"That was hot," said Vic.
"Fuck," said Sarah. "Jesus, look at him."
I leaned forward, and my steel-stiff dick poked my pecs (god, how big was I now?). My butt felt weird too. My feet hurt. I stood, unsteadily, no longer caring about the fact that my already outsized dick was clearly bigger, because I needed to get my bearings. Besides, the cat was already out of the bag regarding my huge dick.
Or so I thought.. I gasped for water, and Erin quickly filled a cup and I guzzled it in two great gulps. By then Vic had run up and grabbed the measuring tape again.
As he read off the measurements, I couldn't believe my ears.
Height, 6'2"
Neck, 19.25
Chest, 49.5.
Shoulder, 25.
Arms, 23.25.
Forearm, 17.
Thigh, 29.5
Calf, 19.25
Waist, 33.
I was still reeling from that when we went upstairs just to see what the weight situation was.
I was 230 pounds. I barely fit in the bathroom mirror.
My dick was still straining. Vic shoed the ladies out for a moment, though Sarah was grumpy about it.
Vic touched my chest, tentatively.
"Okay, bro, I gotta tell you, you were already big by normal standards. And that looks huge, even compared to last night. But whatever this says, you're still YOU, got it?"
I nodded. And then I gave it a quick stroke or two, though it hardly needed it.
I was just a hair over 16 inches. Assuming I kept my usual ratio, and assuming I *ever* went soft again, that would leave me with 9 inches or so, soft, to try to pack into underwear. And my balls were probably the size of a large grapefruit.
"I gotta try this out, but um...let's just keep it to a hand job, for now, okay? You might break me," Vic said, genuinely worried.
* * *
Fifteen minutes later, I'd blown two unbelievable loads and was finally as soft as I seemed likely to get, and Vic and I came back downstairs to find Erin looking pensive.
"Sarah went to get food, but before she gets back," Erin said. "I want to know something from both of you."
We nodded assent.
"I know you never fooled around before this week, and I know Drew has done both Vic and Sarah. But I gotta tell you both, because she won't, and because it might matter for this wish or curse or whatever." She took a deep breath. "She has been crushing on BOTH of you for a long time. And I don't know what that means for all this, but then I'm still shocked she made any move at all."
Vic's turn too blush.
"Yeah, I know, I'm getting all Big Sister about it, but I want her happy. And I think you're both decent guys, and unlike our folks, I'm not hung up on the whole monogamy thing. Are you?"
"I don't even know anymore," I said. "I mean, no offense, but I'm barely staying sane with this stupid dickosaurus. Everything seems to turn my crank. I don't think I have it in me to think too hard about relationship stuff right now." Sure enough, I was half-chubbed on the idea of my two best friends fooling around.
"Dude, you have blown at least four times that I know of in the last 24 hours," Vic said.
I did some quick calculations. "It may have been more like....eight?"
Erin nearly dropped her coffee cup.
"Right, well then I better go looking for a car before I accidentally turn you into an even bigger sex fiend," Erin said, her gaze lingering on my crotch. "I mean, you're cute and muscly and all, but my sister likes you and your dick is WAY too big for me."
"Oh?"
"Believe it or not, I prefer smaller guys."
I smiled. I guess she hadn't seen Tony fully naked. Though he was definitely smaller than me, now. And it was likely that everyone on the planet was smaller than me, dick wise.
The sweat pants were the best I could manage, and the XL shirt was looking stressed by my mass. How was I going to manage? I looked ridiculous and complained about it to Vic, who was still surreptitiously staring at my junk.
"You'll manage," Sarah said, having entered with a big bag full of breakfast sandwiches and bagels from the corner deli. She dropped four egg sandwiches in front of me. "Eat up, big guy."
The sandwiches took care of the gnawing hunger I'd felt since the latest spurt, but not the trepidation.
"What?" Vic said. "You keep staring at us," he said, annoyed, as he scraped cream cheese across another bagel. Seemed I wasn't the only one who woke hungry.
"If anything, we should be staring at you more," Sarah said. "I still can't get over how brawny you got."
"I have a theory about that," Vic said. "He's been working out like crazy all year, but he was limited by his genetics. But the magic that made him bigger seems to be building on his earlier workouts."
"So how does that explain the biggest part?"
"Huh?"
"His dick."
"Well, he was pretty big before all this," Vic said, truthfully. "Not that I was looking. And he is a healthy young man, after all..."
"I'm right here, guys," I said, annoyed.
"You're hard to miss," Vic smiled.
"So what now," I mused. "Other than maybe finding more clothes..."
"We could help Erin find a car," Sarah said. "Do you really think that will work?"
"I mean, it might..." Vic said. "We all had some specific thing we wanted and something that it built on -- maybe she just needs to enter a contest..."
They chattered away like always, splitting their time between geek minutiae and teasing me, while I stuffed my face. I smiled.
It occurred to me that I might just want to give them space to explore. Because I was starting to see a new possibility that I hadn't before, regarding my two besties.
"You'll manage," Sarah said, having entered with a big bag full of breakfast sandwiches and bagels from the corner deli. She dropped four egg sandwiches in front of me. "Eat up, big guy."
The sandwiches took care of the gnawing hunger I'd felt since the latest spurt, but not the trepidation.
"What?" Vic said. "You keep staring at us," he said, annoyed, as he scraped cream cheese across another bagel. Seemed I wasn't the only one who woke hungry.
"If anything, we should be staring at you more," Sarah said. "I still can't get over how brawny you got."
"I have a theory about that," Vic said. "He's been working out like crazy all year, but he was limited by his genetics. But the magic that made him bigger seems to be building on his earlier workouts."
"So how does that explain the biggest part?"
"Huh?"
"His dick."
"Well, he was pretty big before all this," Vic said, truthfully. "Not that I was looking. And he is a healthy young man, after all..."
"I'm right here, guys," I said, annoyed.
"You're hard to miss," Vic smiled.
"So what now," I mused. "Other than maybe finding more clothes..."
"We could help Erin find a car," Sarah said. "Do you really think that will work?"
"I mean, it might..." Vic said. "We all had some specific thing we wanted and something that it built on -- maybe she just needs to enter a contest..."
They chattered away like always, splitting their time between geek minutiae and teasing me, while I stuffed my face. I smiled.
It occurred to me that I might just want to give them space to explore. Because I was starting to see a new possibility that I hadn't before, regarding my two besties.
I sipped another coffee while I I listened to everyone talk through possibilities for giving Erin’s wish an opening to fulfilled. The part of me that really enjoyed science fiction and fantasy stories was lapping this up, and why wouldn’t it? We were caught up in a truly magical phenomenon. No other explanation made sense.
“Okay, I think we have a plan,” Erin said. “Or at least part of one. I am going to look online, then go looking for car dealerships or anyplace that’s doing a giveaway or lottery thing. That seems like it’s the path of least resistance.”
“And we will enter your name anyplace we find it. But one thing is still bothering me,” Vic said.
“just one?”
“What I mean is that we still haven’t figured out the trigger for Drew’s growth.”
“I think it’s arousal,” Erin said.
“I’m a horny teen. If it were just that, I’d be twenty feet tall by now. no, I think the growth causes the arousal, not the other way round.”
“Yeah, you are basically flooding your system with testosterone and other growth hormones each time, so it’s probably amping up your normal horny feelings when you grow,” Sarah nodded. “Not that I’m complaining but I think you’re plenty big already.”
“The wish was just ‘bigger’,” Vic said. “That’s why the car wish is kind of a Hail Mary. I’m hoping for an implied ‘until we all get our wish fulfilled’ here.”
“Another thing is now bugging me,” Erin said. “How the hell do I explain this to your folks when you show up twice the size you used to be?”
“been thinking about that too, but I don’t think anyone has really noticed but us. I mean, they can’t miss Big Guy here, but nobody has freaked out. Even Tony just thought he misremembered your size,” Vic said. “So we might be okay. I mean, you’re the big problem, pardon the pun. I don’t think anyone would notice my own weird shit, Erin could be dumb luck, and they’ll either assume Sarah ‘blossomed’ or is padding her bra. Gaining a few cup sizes over the summer is one thing, but you’re 8 inches bigger all over, Drew. If they give you a pass, then we are probably fine. And I can tell your boobs haven’t grown anymore.”
“Thanks for that,” Sarah said, playfully punching Vic, who smiled fondly.
oh yeah, I hadn’t imagined that spark. For a second I was a little jealous, but then..not. This might just be the natural progression of Vics wish.
* * *
Turns out there aren’t many car dealers in NYC, or at least in Manhattan proper. But there were a few on the East side, down by the river. And Erin was already schmoozing with the cute sales guy at the Mini dealership. Sarah was with her, while Vic and I pretended to window shop.
“You get any bigger and you’ll have to try cars on first to see if they fit you,” Vic said. “But I saw a huge guy get out of a VW golf once.”
“I dunno, I kind of like the idea of living someplace like this where I don’t have to have one.”
“Wanna walk over by the water?”
“Sure,” I said. “I’ll send a quick text to let them know.”
We ambled for a bit, exploring, but there wasn’t much to look at really. It felt oddly dilapidated and shady, and not much like I’d imagined from playing that Spider-Man game. But the weather was nice, and it was really good just being with Vic, talking about nothing, like old times.
“For as busy and full of people as this city can be, I wouldn’t expect it to feel so private here,” Vic said.
“It’s nice,” I agreed, but there was an undercurrent to his tone. He looked at me oddly, then sighed.
“Drew, I gotta be honest. I have been waiting like half my life to come out to you, and I have had a lot of fantasies about you over the years. But you remember that Milk does a body good commercial? That was one of the first times I blew my wad. So watching you get bigger and hunkier has been fucking amazing. And it’s really hard to control myself around you.”
“I never had a clue,”. But now he mentioned it, I did recall that milk commercial.
“Imagine growing up with Jun. And then imagine watching your best friend get cute, then get really fit. And then imagine feeling out of your league because you catch him eyeing Jun.”
“Sorry....”
“No, don’t get me wrong! Jun is objectively hot. But here, now, you turned into my fantasy guy and I am like, I dunno, a prisoner of my own fucking lust.”
Wait, what?
“Since we’ve been here, the only time I haven’t been horny for you was when I was exhausted last night after being fucked by my dream guy, and shooting the biggest load of my life.” Vic said. “I’m struggling not to try to blow you right now. But ...fuck, this isn’t what I want to say,” he trailed off.
“What I mean, Drew, is that I think I love you, like seriously in love love you. And until just last night I was already wrestling with whether to fess up or not. And then...and then I got second thoughts because I noticed how sexy Sarah was, and I kinda feel like...like I may be in love, or at least in lust, with both of you.”
“Oh,” I said, stupidly.
“God. That is so you,” he laughed.
“What am I supposed to say?”
“I’m thinking.”
“Fuck,now it’s all awkward.”
“No! No, it’s just that.l.lwell, I kind of feel the same way. But I figured it was because...you know, because I’d been with both of you. But I had kind of complicated feelings before this happened.”
“That’s a bit of a relief, honestly.” He hopped up to sit next to me on the ledge. “So I guess the next question is, now what?”
“I think,” I said, pulling him closer, “I think we maybe should tell her.”
Vic sniffled and nodded, and only then did I realize he’d been softly crying. I gently grabbed his face and leaned into it. “We aren’t the first people ever to feel this way. We can make it work.”
“I mean, there’s definitely enough of you to share,” he chuckled, nestling his head against me. “I mean, fuck, I don’t understand how either of us survived your monster dick.”
“Same way I grew, I guess. Magic wish bullshit.”
we sat like that for a while, until I started to get hard again.
“Fuck,” I said. “You gotta get off me a second, or I’m going to wind up in a situation.”
“I will never get over that thing,” Vic said.
“Okay, I think we have a plan,” Erin said. “Or at least part of one. I am going to look online, then go looking for car dealerships or anyplace that’s doing a giveaway or lottery thing. That seems like it’s the path of least resistance.”
“And we will enter your name anyplace we find it. But one thing is still bothering me,” Vic said.
“just one?”
“What I mean is that we still haven’t figured out the trigger for Drew’s growth.”
“I think it’s arousal,” Erin said.
“I’m a horny teen. If it were just that, I’d be twenty feet tall by now. no, I think the growth causes the arousal, not the other way round.”
“Yeah, you are basically flooding your system with testosterone and other growth hormones each time, so it’s probably amping up your normal horny feelings when you grow,” Sarah nodded. “Not that I’m complaining but I think you’re plenty big already.”
“The wish was just ‘bigger’,” Vic said. “That’s why the car wish is kind of a Hail Mary. I’m hoping for an implied ‘until we all get our wish fulfilled’ here.”
“Another thing is now bugging me,” Erin said. “How the hell do I explain this to your folks when you show up twice the size you used to be?”
“been thinking about that too, but I don’t think anyone has really noticed but us. I mean, they can’t miss Big Guy here, but nobody has freaked out. Even Tony just thought he misremembered your size,” Vic said. “So we might be okay. I mean, you’re the big problem, pardon the pun. I don’t think anyone would notice my own weird shit, Erin could be dumb luck, and they’ll either assume Sarah ‘blossomed’ or is padding her bra. Gaining a few cup sizes over the summer is one thing, but you’re 8 inches bigger all over, Drew. If they give you a pass, then we are probably fine. And I can tell your boobs haven’t grown anymore.”
“Thanks for that,” Sarah said, playfully punching Vic, who smiled fondly.
oh yeah, I hadn’t imagined that spark. For a second I was a little jealous, but then..not. This might just be the natural progression of Vics wish.
* * *
Turns out there aren’t many car dealers in NYC, or at least in Manhattan proper. But there were a few on the East side, down by the river. And Erin was already schmoozing with the cute sales guy at the Mini dealership. Sarah was with her, while Vic and I pretended to window shop.
“You get any bigger and you’ll have to try cars on first to see if they fit you,” Vic said. “But I saw a huge guy get out of a VW golf once.”
“I dunno, I kind of like the idea of living someplace like this where I don’t have to have one.”
“Wanna walk over by the water?”
“Sure,” I said. “I’ll send a quick text to let them know.”
We ambled for a bit, exploring, but there wasn’t much to look at really. It felt oddly dilapidated and shady, and not much like I’d imagined from playing that Spider-Man game. But the weather was nice, and it was really good just being with Vic, talking about nothing, like old times.
“For as busy and full of people as this city can be, I wouldn’t expect it to feel so private here,” Vic said.
“It’s nice,” I agreed, but there was an undercurrent to his tone. He looked at me oddly, then sighed.
“Drew, I gotta be honest. I have been waiting like half my life to come out to you, and I have had a lot of fantasies about you over the years. But you remember that Milk does a body good commercial? That was one of the first times I blew my wad. So watching you get bigger and hunkier has been fucking amazing. And it’s really hard to control myself around you.”
“I never had a clue,”. But now he mentioned it, I did recall that milk commercial.
“Imagine growing up with Jun. And then imagine watching your best friend get cute, then get really fit. And then imagine feeling out of your league because you catch him eyeing Jun.”
“Sorry....”
“No, don’t get me wrong! Jun is objectively hot. But here, now, you turned into my fantasy guy and I am like, I dunno, a prisoner of my own fucking lust.”
Wait, what?
“Since we’ve been here, the only time I haven’t been horny for you was when I was exhausted last night after being fucked by my dream guy, and shooting the biggest load of my life.” Vic said. “I’m struggling not to try to blow you right now. But ...fuck, this isn’t what I want to say,” he trailed off.
“What I mean, Drew, is that I think I love you, like seriously in love love you. And until just last night I was already wrestling with whether to fess up or not. And then...and then I got second thoughts because I noticed how sexy Sarah was, and I kinda feel like...like I may be in love, or at least in lust, with both of you.”
“Oh,” I said, stupidly.
“God. That is so you,” he laughed.
“What am I supposed to say?”
“I’m thinking.”
“Fuck,now it’s all awkward.”
“No! No, it’s just that.l.lwell, I kind of feel the same way. But I figured it was because...you know, because I’d been with both of you. But I had kind of complicated feelings before this happened.”
“That’s a bit of a relief, honestly.” He hopped up to sit next to me on the ledge. “So I guess the next question is, now what?”
“I think,” I said, pulling him closer, “I think we maybe should tell her.”
Vic sniffled and nodded, and only then did I realize he’d been softly crying. I gently grabbed his face and leaned into it. “We aren’t the first people ever to feel this way. We can make it work.”
“I mean, there’s definitely enough of you to share,” he chuckled, nestling his head against me. “I mean, fuck, I don’t understand how either of us survived your monster dick.”
“Same way I grew, I guess. Magic wish bullshit.”
we sat like that for a while, until I started to get hard again.
“Fuck,” I said. “You gotta get off me a second, or I’m going to wind up in a situation.”
“I will never get over that thing,” Vic said.
“You got over it last night,” I teased. “And it kinda got all over both of us...”
“You’re so corny,” he laughed.
“You love it,” I said.
“That’s not what I love.”
Whoa. He really was getting serious.
“Drew, you are literally my fantasy guy now. And you’re only getting hotter.”
“Dude, do not start something you can’t finish. I get boned up now, I have no way to hide this thing. I don’t want to get arrested for public indecency, you know.”
“Now I am imagining you in prison gear,” he said. “It’s hot....”
“Orange is not my color.”
“Obviously you wouldn’t be in that orange jumpsuit the whole time...”
* * *
We were making out a little when the girls found us. It was a little embarrassing but it’s not like we could just say “hey yeah, gay stuff is fun, but we were both considering whether you’d want in on this to complete the set....”
“Ugh. Boys,” Erin said.
“Oh, um, how’d it go?”
“They’re willing to do zero percent financing, but the also have a Fourth of July drawing coming up....”
“Better look elsewhere, then.”
“We aren’t in that much of a rush are we? I mean, that’s not that far off.”
“I grew 8 inches in three days. I don’t know if I will keep growing but if I do, I’ll need to climb the Empire State Building by that time. So we need a faster answer.”
“....right.”
“I think you should also buy a lottery ticket,” Sarah said. “If Vic is right, then any plausible way should work — create a way to fulfill the wish and we are golden.”
“Hopefully,” Vic said.
“You’re so corny,” he laughed.
“You love it,” I said.
“That’s not what I love.”
Whoa. He really was getting serious.
“Drew, you are literally my fantasy guy now. And you’re only getting hotter.”
“Dude, do not start something you can’t finish. I get boned up now, I have no way to hide this thing. I don’t want to get arrested for public indecency, you know.”
“Now I am imagining you in prison gear,” he said. “It’s hot....”
“Orange is not my color.”
“Obviously you wouldn’t be in that orange jumpsuit the whole time...”
* * *
We were making out a little when the girls found us. It was a little embarrassing but it’s not like we could just say “hey yeah, gay stuff is fun, but we were both considering whether you’d want in on this to complete the set....”
“Ugh. Boys,” Erin said.
“Oh, um, how’d it go?”
“They’re willing to do zero percent financing, but the also have a Fourth of July drawing coming up....”
“Better look elsewhere, then.”
“We aren’t in that much of a rush are we? I mean, that’s not that far off.”
“I grew 8 inches in three days. I don’t know if I will keep growing but if I do, I’ll need to climb the Empire State Building by that time. So we need a faster answer.”
“....right.”
“I think you should also buy a lottery ticket,” Sarah said. “If Vic is right, then any plausible way should work — create a way to fulfill the wish and we are golden.”
“Hopefully,” Vic said.
We wandered south a bit, each of us still lost in thought, hoping that skirting the noise of the heart of midtown would let us connect our various thoughts. Nobody said anything.
I looked down and chuckled -- Vic, Sarah, and I had somehow got in step with each other, even though i was now a little taller than them. I made a point of walking just a little faster, taking advantage of my longer stride. It earned me an eye roll from Sarah and a headshake from Vic.
"All those years of walking just a little slower than you guys...Gotta say, I don't mind this too much."
Yeah, I flexed a bit Not proud of it.
"Imagine how much more insufferable he'll be if this keeps up. All the motivation we need to fix it," Sarah said.
These guys. All the freaky shit we were going through, and they still found time to give me shit.
"Assuming some size queen doesn't want just one more inch...." Vic mumbled. That boy had the best sotto voce delivery.
"Ugh, so gross," Erin said.
"I didn't name names," Vic teased. "Could have been any one of us, including Muscles over there."
God I loved them.
* * *
We were walking uphill from the Javits when it hit me.
Well, two things hit me.
Thing one was the growth spurt, which left me gasping in public on a street corner. It was another fierce surge of power and arousal, and I had no choice but to ride it out. Everything throbbed and pulsed and burned for what felt like two solid minutes. It was probably my imagination, but I could almost feel the mass pour into me, injecting me with more height, more muscle, more lung capacity, more libido.....bigger....and bigger still. Everything felt tight and then streeeeeetched with every pulse.
Thing two occurred to me as I sweated and grew, paralyzed, on the street.
Wishes were fickle, arbitrary things. Clearly liberties were taken in the name of fulfilling the wish, and that meant that we were probably onto something...but why not just use this to our advantage? Any car would do. ANY car.
"Jesus," Sarah said. "Look at him."
"People are starting to stare...." Vic's shadow moved to block me as best he could.
"Is that guy okay?" A passerby asked.
"It's okay, we got this. Our friend has a condition."
"I can call 911 if you need--" another offered.
"He will be okay in a moment. Thanks for your concern."
This was the background for one of my strongest spurts.
Of all the times for faith in humanity to be restored. In Manhattan of all places.
I caught my breath, finally, and that seemed to send a signal to the small worried cadre of people who were staring at me.
"I'm good," I said. "Thanks, I'll be okay."
A moment or two later, the crowd disbursed and went about their business.
Sarah's eyes hadn't left me, and as I noticed that, I noticed that my perspective was different. For a nanosecond I attributed it to standing on a steep incline, but of course that wasn't the cause.
I was taller. And, um, almost certainly in violation of all the decency laws. It hung moistly down my leg, lower than I'd felt it before, and my huge sack hung behind it.
"Um, let's get off the street," Erin said. "All this shit, I need I drink."
We ducked into a nearby pub -- someplace that served food -- and secured a quiet booth. Through a quirk of architecture, our booth was shielded from the main area. We quickly ordered drinks and fries, and tried to relax for a moment. But the second the waitress cleared the wall, Vic grabbed the tape.
"Stand up." He grabbed some measurements and yeah, it was as bad as I'd feared.
"Well, you officially managed it," he said, a mix of wonder and annoyance in his tone. "You're a foot taller than you were a week ago."
My wildest dreams had put me near six feet tall, at best, but we were well beyond that now. I'd gone from shrimpy to average to kinda tall to huge. My muscles had seen similar growth, to the point of ridiculousness. 54-inch chest, and 22-inch biceps....I'd added nearly 3-4 inches all over. We'd have to get something else for me to wear before we went anywhere...and that wasn't the worst of it.
Of course there was one other measurement still awaiting, and the more we measured, the more excited I got. And despite being REALLY close to showing it all right there, I excused myself and hobbled awkwardly to the single-stall bathroom before the waitress returned with our snacks. After a moment's thought, I locked the door.
I was desperate to know, and yet dreading it. My head barely made it under the doorframe, but it was the other head that concerned me. I'd been above average when this started and the inches had piled on since then until i had the dick of two gifted men combined. 16 inches, hard, was my last measurement. At that point, my dick had reached my pecs.
Now, it stood a bit higher...and the weight of it pulled it forward two hands-breadths away from my body.
Fuck. My hand shook as I placed the cold metal tip at the point where my dick sprouted from my pubes, and slowly stretched the tape up, and out....and further still, my arousal rising as I went, until i cleared the throbbing tip of my immense and unbelievable fuckstick.
I was 19.75 inches long.
Turns out that was the perfect length to suck myself off.
I looked down and chuckled -- Vic, Sarah, and I had somehow got in step with each other, even though i was now a little taller than them. I made a point of walking just a little faster, taking advantage of my longer stride. It earned me an eye roll from Sarah and a headshake from Vic.
"All those years of walking just a little slower than you guys...Gotta say, I don't mind this too much."
Yeah, I flexed a bit Not proud of it.
"Imagine how much more insufferable he'll be if this keeps up. All the motivation we need to fix it," Sarah said.
These guys. All the freaky shit we were going through, and they still found time to give me shit.
"Assuming some size queen doesn't want just one more inch...." Vic mumbled. That boy had the best sotto voce delivery.
"Ugh, so gross," Erin said.
"I didn't name names," Vic teased. "Could have been any one of us, including Muscles over there."
God I loved them.
* * *
We were walking uphill from the Javits when it hit me.
Well, two things hit me.
Thing one was the growth spurt, which left me gasping in public on a street corner. It was another fierce surge of power and arousal, and I had no choice but to ride it out. Everything throbbed and pulsed and burned for what felt like two solid minutes. It was probably my imagination, but I could almost feel the mass pour into me, injecting me with more height, more muscle, more lung capacity, more libido.....bigger....and bigger still. Everything felt tight and then streeeeeetched with every pulse.
Thing two occurred to me as I sweated and grew, paralyzed, on the street.
Wishes were fickle, arbitrary things. Clearly liberties were taken in the name of fulfilling the wish, and that meant that we were probably onto something...but why not just use this to our advantage? Any car would do. ANY car.
"Jesus," Sarah said. "Look at him."
"People are starting to stare...." Vic's shadow moved to block me as best he could.
"Is that guy okay?" A passerby asked.
"It's okay, we got this. Our friend has a condition."
"I can call 911 if you need--" another offered.
"He will be okay in a moment. Thanks for your concern."
This was the background for one of my strongest spurts.
Of all the times for faith in humanity to be restored. In Manhattan of all places.
I caught my breath, finally, and that seemed to send a signal to the small worried cadre of people who were staring at me.
"I'm good," I said. "Thanks, I'll be okay."
A moment or two later, the crowd disbursed and went about their business.
Sarah's eyes hadn't left me, and as I noticed that, I noticed that my perspective was different. For a nanosecond I attributed it to standing on a steep incline, but of course that wasn't the cause.
I was taller. And, um, almost certainly in violation of all the decency laws. It hung moistly down my leg, lower than I'd felt it before, and my huge sack hung behind it.
"Um, let's get off the street," Erin said. "All this shit, I need I drink."
We ducked into a nearby pub -- someplace that served food -- and secured a quiet booth. Through a quirk of architecture, our booth was shielded from the main area. We quickly ordered drinks and fries, and tried to relax for a moment. But the second the waitress cleared the wall, Vic grabbed the tape.
"Stand up." He grabbed some measurements and yeah, it was as bad as I'd feared.
"Well, you officially managed it," he said, a mix of wonder and annoyance in his tone. "You're a foot taller than you were a week ago."
My wildest dreams had put me near six feet tall, at best, but we were well beyond that now. I'd gone from shrimpy to average to kinda tall to huge. My muscles had seen similar growth, to the point of ridiculousness. 54-inch chest, and 22-inch biceps....I'd added nearly 3-4 inches all over. We'd have to get something else for me to wear before we went anywhere...and that wasn't the worst of it.
Of course there was one other measurement still awaiting, and the more we measured, the more excited I got. And despite being REALLY close to showing it all right there, I excused myself and hobbled awkwardly to the single-stall bathroom before the waitress returned with our snacks. After a moment's thought, I locked the door.
I was desperate to know, and yet dreading it. My head barely made it under the doorframe, but it was the other head that concerned me. I'd been above average when this started and the inches had piled on since then until i had the dick of two gifted men combined. 16 inches, hard, was my last measurement. At that point, my dick had reached my pecs.
Now, it stood a bit higher...and the weight of it pulled it forward two hands-breadths away from my body.
Fuck. My hand shook as I placed the cold metal tip at the point where my dick sprouted from my pubes, and slowly stretched the tape up, and out....and further still, my arousal rising as I went, until i cleared the throbbing tip of my immense and unbelievable fuckstick.
I was 19.75 inches long.
Turns out that was the perfect length to suck myself off.
Yeah, sounds awesome right? That old joke about “if I could do that, I’d never leave the house”...
Here’s the reality: I was sucking myself off in a pub bathroom, and I barely needed to bend over to do it. My shoulders were broader than the door, my proportions were ridiculous, and all that paled to the monstrous dick I’d somehow grown, which was even more out of proportion than the rest of me.
I was a a complete freak. And the thought of it drove to even further levels of arousal.
It was bliss, lost in that pleasure I’d never imagined, feeling alive and sexy and horny, and yet wrong and freakish and horrible...transgressive, and taboo. I could probably do this forever, cycling between bouts of sexual abandon and recharge.
Heady stuff, moaning as you tongued your own cock head. And then I blew spectacularly, gulping most of it as I a moaned louder, helpless for a moment despite my formidable size and strength.
knock knock knock
“Drew?”
I gulped down the last mouthfuls of record breaking cum, afraid to speak — hell, I really couldn’t, with my mouth that full.
“Buddy, you okay in there?” Vic sounded concerned, and a bit loud.
Then, more softly: “Drew, man, that was loud and the folks who run this place are kinda pissy about it. I don’t think we should stay here. They, um, might even have called the cops. Erins paying the bill now, but you gotta go.”
Fuck.
* * *
I wiped down as best I could, shoved my deflating sausage back into my tight sweats, and washed my hands. Now that the haze was cleared, I was mad at myself, angry at having lost control, and grossed out by the smell of the tiny room. Disgusting. I turned on the distressingly loud fan and hoped for the best.
When I lumbered out at last, Vic and Sarah were there, looking worried. Their expressions matched so thoroughly, I had to laugh.
“It’s not funny, you big dummy,” Sarah said, punching me hard in the arm.
At least I assume it was pretty hard, from the slap and her reaction when she hit the wall of muscle my arm had become. she opened her mouth and looked rather like a fish for just a moment, then firmly shut it and stomped away. we followed, and got the most deadly glare from the waitress and bartender as we passed.
“Couldn’t keep your hands off it for half a goddamned hour,” Vic mumbled. “So much for lunch. I’m Starved!”
“Guys,” I jogged to catch up with my annoyed friends. “Guys, I’m so sorry about that, but you don’t understand....”
Sarah spun around to face me, and I nearly ran into her.
“You are a grade a idiot,” she said. “I don’t care how weird all this shot is or how difficult it is to control yourself,f but that is just gross. IVe never been so embarrassed. I can only guess what you were doing in there.”
“I’m sorr—“
“Erin is so mad right now it’s not funny, and we almost fucking left your disgusting pervy ass there, you know.”
“But I—“
“Be glad your boyfriend stuck up for you,” she fumed. “Because I don’t care how hot you are or how big your dick is, there has to be a line somewhere!”
She stormed off again, leaving me stunned as dozens of nearby onlookers raised eyebrows or whistled.
“Now imagine watching that build up while waiting for your best friend to stop moaning in a public restroom,” Vic said, “for like fifteen solid minutes.”
“I am so, fucking sorry.”
He poked me in the very solid midsection.
“Better get walking,but give them a little space if you’re smart.”
“Vic, I know I fucked up but I really couldn’t help myself. But that’s not important now. I figured out a faster way!”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, we don’t need to buy or win a car. She wished for a car. So to satisfy the conditions, she just needs to get a car. Like even a toy car might work!”
Vic looked at me nonplussed and then smacked his forehead.
“Fuck, that might just work!”
* * *
So here is an interesting fact you don’t think about when you’re a little dude.
Being a big dude ain’t all roses either. For example, everything is the wrong size, just at the other extreme. People walk around you, or stare — which I wasn’t sure was much better than being ignored. Nothing fits, but for different reasons. Moving through a crowd is a very different thing.
Midtown was pretty crowded and I kept getting bumped, and I suddenly realized it’s because I was still walking like the old me — trying to weave through the crowd. The moment I just tried to walk through it without giving way, it all changed, and people darted around me. Traffic flowed around my bulky ass, and aside from the unavoidable brushing up due to the crowd, it was much easier if I just went where I wanted to and expected things to work out.
Of course, all that brushing up against me threatened to wake up the beast if I wasn’t careful.
I finally apologized enough for the girls to listen, as Vic nodded.
Mind you, by this point the girls were over their mad, and Vic hurriedly explained the idea to them. Moments later, we hit the closest CVS, and found the toy section. Pickings were meager until we spotted the local souvenirs, and sure enough, there was a brightly colored yellow cab toy for about $6. I bought it and we walked outside.
“Here, it’s a present, your very own car,” I said, as I handed it to her.
“Um, thanks.”
we looked at each other in silence for a full minute before Sarah spoke.
“Okay, are we expecting anything else to happen? no magical sparkles or a tingle or anything?”
“No clue. Just figured it was worth trying. Keep it with you just in case, Erin.”
“I guess we won’t know until you have another growth spurt.”
“Jesus, he’s already huge enough!”
“Hopefully, that’ll be it.”
* * *
We made a few more half hearted attempts at the handful of car places we could get to, but the whole time we were on edge. Vic and I had stopped to get some ridiculous cheap knockoff hip hop clothes, just about the only thing I could fit into. 4x. Even then it was obvious that the clothes were cut for a much fatter man, but at least I wasn’t indecent anymore. At least I wouldn’t be so long as I didn’t bone up.
We weren’t in the mood for dinner out, and I was eager to avoid making more of a public spectacle of myself. So we hit the deli and got subs and ate in the kitchen at the house. Erin only snacked, hoping to connect with other friends. She’d done her part, really.
The kitchen had a tv so we watched that while we ate. By nine that night, it seemed like it might have worked. No more hot flashes, no uncontrollable lust, nothing worrisome. Sarah and Vic gave me space, and chatted quietly while I fucked around on my phone and pretended to watch the TV. Erin had gone upstairs to take a call from Tony, then announced she was going to take him up on his offer for dinner after all. She wasn’t gone twenty seconds when Sarah switched off the TV
“Hey!”
“Boys, something has occurred to me, and I want to figure it out while Erin is gone.”
“What?”
“We’ve been waiting all day for the other shoe to drop, but I’ve been thinking. Muscles here, he wanted to be bigger, and I wanted Erins boobs. But Vic got sort of short changed.”
We looked sheepishly at each other, remembering his “adaptability” last night.
“..,or maybe he didn’t,” Sarah said, catching onto the vibe, if not the specifics. “Point is, Drew has fucked both of us, but those days are over, not with that pole down his pants.”
“Shit, I never asked for your measurements,” Vic said.
“Ummm...”
“Spill, mama wants to know, too,” Sarah said. “From the sounds you made, it has to be really impressive.”
Shit, they had no idea...
Here’s the reality: I was sucking myself off in a pub bathroom, and I barely needed to bend over to do it. My shoulders were broader than the door, my proportions were ridiculous, and all that paled to the monstrous dick I’d somehow grown, which was even more out of proportion than the rest of me.
I was a a complete freak. And the thought of it drove to even further levels of arousal.
It was bliss, lost in that pleasure I’d never imagined, feeling alive and sexy and horny, and yet wrong and freakish and horrible...transgressive, and taboo. I could probably do this forever, cycling between bouts of sexual abandon and recharge.
Heady stuff, moaning as you tongued your own cock head. And then I blew spectacularly, gulping most of it as I a moaned louder, helpless for a moment despite my formidable size and strength.
knock knock knock
“Drew?”
I gulped down the last mouthfuls of record breaking cum, afraid to speak — hell, I really couldn’t, with my mouth that full.
“Buddy, you okay in there?” Vic sounded concerned, and a bit loud.
Then, more softly: “Drew, man, that was loud and the folks who run this place are kinda pissy about it. I don’t think we should stay here. They, um, might even have called the cops. Erins paying the bill now, but you gotta go.”
Fuck.
* * *
I wiped down as best I could, shoved my deflating sausage back into my tight sweats, and washed my hands. Now that the haze was cleared, I was mad at myself, angry at having lost control, and grossed out by the smell of the tiny room. Disgusting. I turned on the distressingly loud fan and hoped for the best.
When I lumbered out at last, Vic and Sarah were there, looking worried. Their expressions matched so thoroughly, I had to laugh.
“It’s not funny, you big dummy,” Sarah said, punching me hard in the arm.
At least I assume it was pretty hard, from the slap and her reaction when she hit the wall of muscle my arm had become. she opened her mouth and looked rather like a fish for just a moment, then firmly shut it and stomped away. we followed, and got the most deadly glare from the waitress and bartender as we passed.
“Couldn’t keep your hands off it for half a goddamned hour,” Vic mumbled. “So much for lunch. I’m Starved!”
“Guys,” I jogged to catch up with my annoyed friends. “Guys, I’m so sorry about that, but you don’t understand....”
Sarah spun around to face me, and I nearly ran into her.
“You are a grade a idiot,” she said. “I don’t care how weird all this shot is or how difficult it is to control yourself,f but that is just gross. IVe never been so embarrassed. I can only guess what you were doing in there.”
“I’m sorr—“
“Erin is so mad right now it’s not funny, and we almost fucking left your disgusting pervy ass there, you know.”
“But I—“
“Be glad your boyfriend stuck up for you,” she fumed. “Because I don’t care how hot you are or how big your dick is, there has to be a line somewhere!”
She stormed off again, leaving me stunned as dozens of nearby onlookers raised eyebrows or whistled.
“Now imagine watching that build up while waiting for your best friend to stop moaning in a public restroom,” Vic said, “for like fifteen solid minutes.”
“I am so, fucking sorry.”
He poked me in the very solid midsection.
“Better get walking,but give them a little space if you’re smart.”
“Vic, I know I fucked up but I really couldn’t help myself. But that’s not important now. I figured out a faster way!”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, we don’t need to buy or win a car. She wished for a car. So to satisfy the conditions, she just needs to get a car. Like even a toy car might work!”
Vic looked at me nonplussed and then smacked his forehead.
“Fuck, that might just work!”
* * *
So here is an interesting fact you don’t think about when you’re a little dude.
Being a big dude ain’t all roses either. For example, everything is the wrong size, just at the other extreme. People walk around you, or stare — which I wasn’t sure was much better than being ignored. Nothing fits, but for different reasons. Moving through a crowd is a very different thing.
Midtown was pretty crowded and I kept getting bumped, and I suddenly realized it’s because I was still walking like the old me — trying to weave through the crowd. The moment I just tried to walk through it without giving way, it all changed, and people darted around me. Traffic flowed around my bulky ass, and aside from the unavoidable brushing up due to the crowd, it was much easier if I just went where I wanted to and expected things to work out.
Of course, all that brushing up against me threatened to wake up the beast if I wasn’t careful.
I finally apologized enough for the girls to listen, as Vic nodded.
Mind you, by this point the girls were over their mad, and Vic hurriedly explained the idea to them. Moments later, we hit the closest CVS, and found the toy section. Pickings were meager until we spotted the local souvenirs, and sure enough, there was a brightly colored yellow cab toy for about $6. I bought it and we walked outside.
“Here, it’s a present, your very own car,” I said, as I handed it to her.
“Um, thanks.”
we looked at each other in silence for a full minute before Sarah spoke.
“Okay, are we expecting anything else to happen? no magical sparkles or a tingle or anything?”
“No clue. Just figured it was worth trying. Keep it with you just in case, Erin.”
“I guess we won’t know until you have another growth spurt.”
“Jesus, he’s already huge enough!”
“Hopefully, that’ll be it.”
* * *
We made a few more half hearted attempts at the handful of car places we could get to, but the whole time we were on edge. Vic and I had stopped to get some ridiculous cheap knockoff hip hop clothes, just about the only thing I could fit into. 4x. Even then it was obvious that the clothes were cut for a much fatter man, but at least I wasn’t indecent anymore. At least I wouldn’t be so long as I didn’t bone up.
We weren’t in the mood for dinner out, and I was eager to avoid making more of a public spectacle of myself. So we hit the deli and got subs and ate in the kitchen at the house. Erin only snacked, hoping to connect with other friends. She’d done her part, really.
The kitchen had a tv so we watched that while we ate. By nine that night, it seemed like it might have worked. No more hot flashes, no uncontrollable lust, nothing worrisome. Sarah and Vic gave me space, and chatted quietly while I fucked around on my phone and pretended to watch the TV. Erin had gone upstairs to take a call from Tony, then announced she was going to take him up on his offer for dinner after all. She wasn’t gone twenty seconds when Sarah switched off the TV
“Hey!”
“Boys, something has occurred to me, and I want to figure it out while Erin is gone.”
“What?”
“We’ve been waiting all day for the other shoe to drop, but I’ve been thinking. Muscles here, he wanted to be bigger, and I wanted Erins boobs. But Vic got sort of short changed.”
We looked sheepishly at each other, remembering his “adaptability” last night.
“..,or maybe he didn’t,” Sarah said, catching onto the vibe, if not the specifics. “Point is, Drew has fucked both of us, but those days are over, not with that pole down his pants.”
“Shit, I never asked for your measurements,” Vic said.
“Ummm...”
“Spill, mama wants to know, too,” Sarah said. “From the sounds you made, it has to be really impressive.”
Shit, they had no idea...
“Whoa.”
Yeah. That’s the only thing Sarah said when my mostly soft dick unfurled and hung over my oversized testicles. It lay there as though it were sleeping, which thankfully it was, but it would wake up soon enough.
My two best friends were sitting on Sarah’s bed looking for all the world like eager toddlers for whom Daddy was about to tell a story. Their awe was intoxicating.
“If you want to measure, you should do it now,” I said, but I needn’t have. Vic, apparently quite the size queen, was ready.
“13 and three quarters soft,” he said. “Fucking ridiculous. That’s almost as big as the largest official porn star, and you’re not even hard.”
“You. Might have spoken too soon,” I said. I almost felt lightheaded as blood roared south, and began the long trek up my schlong. Up and up it went, until finally the whole monstrous rod was fully erect.
“Jesus, you added a whole normal-sized dick to it! 19 and three quarters!!! Shit, you could easily suck yourself without even trying hard!”
Sarah hadn’t said anything, and I looked over to find her with the same dazed expression.
“So that’s what you were doing in the bathroom at the pub,” Vic mumbled, but of course we heard him anyway.
“Guilty,” I said. This time I suspect i managed the leering sexiness I was aiming for, going by his expression.
Vic reached out tentatively.
“Go ahead, you’ve already measured it,” I said. “It won’t bite.”
“I’m not convinced,” he said.
I smiled and walked over to sit on the bed, and Vic followed. We were completely in Sarah’s space now, though of course the sheets were different from when I was last there.
Then both my best friends reach out and touched my enormous dick, feeling its silky steel, and instantly I could sense the arousal from both of them. Well, smell it, at least.
“Oh my god,” Sarah said. “I Don’t think that’s going to fit in me.” So instead, she attempted to lick it, up and all around the sensitive head. It sent a shudder through me.
“I managed last night, and I think whatever made you grow might let me do it again. Even with this...but I have to try, it’ll make us both so happy.”
“But what about Sarah?”
She stopped slobbering over my dick for a moment, and looked at me seductively. “I can find other ways to enjoy all this. I’ve never actually seen two guys doing it before, and I’m kind of curious.”
Whooooo. I looked at Vic, who nodded after an inquiring glance at me. “Be right back,” he mumbled.
“Sarah, are you sure, you’re okay with—“
hooooooooo. That was hot, that thing with her tongue. The fact the head was so big she couldn’t fit her mouth over it meant she was licking the underside of the helmet and then tonguing my cock hole....oh, that was dangerous.
Vic returned, wearing only his boxers and carrying some lube. His nipples were so hard they could have cut glass.
“Be gentle,” Vic said. “Or, you know, not. I think I’ll be okay either way.”
The two of them pushed me slowly down, and Vic applied himself to my groin like a starving man, as Sarah slid over to watch him work, fingering herself as she breathed huskily.
Then he squirted some lube into his palms and began to stroke me as i let out a shuddering breath. “Hot,” said Sarah.
And then while he tongued one of my nipples, Sara leaned over and attacked the other, and I began to feel overwhelmed. Finally, Vic kissed me on the lips and threw his leg over my face, rudely pushing my dick aside....and then grabbing it with one hand and aiming it at his hole.
It really was incredible to feel so connected to him, as my thick and long dick slid into his ass like it belonged. Inch after inch disappeared into his hungry ass, as he sweated and grunted with the slow effort. Eight million nerve endings found their true calling as my massive dick slid home. 8 inches were in...then 10. Then twelve.
Sarah gasped and looked at Vic with awe. “How the hell are you doing that?”
“I think i can do anything for him,” Vic said. “I can be what he needs. I love him. And I love you.”
Sarah grabbed him and planted a big kiss on his lips, then a second that turned surprisingly sexual. Another three inches slid in as he momentarily lost concentration. I too was sweating and breathing heavily, as one best friend made out with the one sitting on my dick.
“Oh god,” I said, “Not so fast!”
“Haaaa. Whew!” Vic said, breaking loose from Sarah’s embrace to stroke his own erection. “Man, that is a big dick.”
“It’s amazing that you can take it,” Sarah said. “Fuck, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
“He’s so huge,” Vic said, scooting back another inch as I flailed, trying to hold on. Sweat poured off me. “But I think I can do anything....”
“How about,” she said, “we test that....put your dick in me.”
We were both shocked enough that we lost the rhythm for a moment.
“You heard me. I want you to fuck me. We’ll see if you’re gay or not. You got a nice little dick yourself, ” she teased, wriggling between us. At some point her top and bottom had disappeared. She looked wanton as she grabbed the lube. “I probably don’t even need this, I’m so wet.”
“Wow....”
“Do it. That’s it,” she moaned. “Yeah.” She adjusted him and then began to slide his dick into her...while most of my dick was buried in his ass. She kissed me ferociously and then leaned in to tongue my nipples again. (Who knew they were so sensitive?). And then she arched back and I could tell she was squeezing something.
“I may be a little stretched out from Muscles here,” Sarah said, “Sorry..if you were a little bigger, you’d fit perfe—-“
Vic made a sort of strangled whine as he slid finally and totally home, full to the hilt on my nearly twenty-inch pecker. As he did so, Sarah felt Vic pulse and grow within her....
“Oh jesus that’s good,” Vic said. “Oh god I feel so ...fuck...you’re so tight...”
“Oh god, it’s just the right size, you’re hitting every—“
Words kind of became irrelevant around then. I increased my temp, and I pounded Vic’s ass with my jackhammer cock, and the force of my pounding drove Vic’s stiff and enlarged rod into Sarah’s cunt. There weren’t words for the levels of pleasure we were feeling —- it was animalistic fucking and deep, sexual sensuality. We three, we were connecting on a level beyond just sex — though i wouldn’t give that up for anything.
I’d been on the edge for so long and everything was so intense, I almost didn’t notice the approach of the growth spurt....
Yeah. That’s the only thing Sarah said when my mostly soft dick unfurled and hung over my oversized testicles. It lay there as though it were sleeping, which thankfully it was, but it would wake up soon enough.
My two best friends were sitting on Sarah’s bed looking for all the world like eager toddlers for whom Daddy was about to tell a story. Their awe was intoxicating.
“If you want to measure, you should do it now,” I said, but I needn’t have. Vic, apparently quite the size queen, was ready.
“13 and three quarters soft,” he said. “Fucking ridiculous. That’s almost as big as the largest official porn star, and you’re not even hard.”
“You. Might have spoken too soon,” I said. I almost felt lightheaded as blood roared south, and began the long trek up my schlong. Up and up it went, until finally the whole monstrous rod was fully erect.
“Jesus, you added a whole normal-sized dick to it! 19 and three quarters!!! Shit, you could easily suck yourself without even trying hard!”
Sarah hadn’t said anything, and I looked over to find her with the same dazed expression.
“So that’s what you were doing in the bathroom at the pub,” Vic mumbled, but of course we heard him anyway.
“Guilty,” I said. This time I suspect i managed the leering sexiness I was aiming for, going by his expression.
Vic reached out tentatively.
“Go ahead, you’ve already measured it,” I said. “It won’t bite.”
“I’m not convinced,” he said.
I smiled and walked over to sit on the bed, and Vic followed. We were completely in Sarah’s space now, though of course the sheets were different from when I was last there.
Then both my best friends reach out and touched my enormous dick, feeling its silky steel, and instantly I could sense the arousal from both of them. Well, smell it, at least.
“Oh my god,” Sarah said. “I Don’t think that’s going to fit in me.” So instead, she attempted to lick it, up and all around the sensitive head. It sent a shudder through me.
“I managed last night, and I think whatever made you grow might let me do it again. Even with this...but I have to try, it’ll make us both so happy.”
“But what about Sarah?”
She stopped slobbering over my dick for a moment, and looked at me seductively. “I can find other ways to enjoy all this. I’ve never actually seen two guys doing it before, and I’m kind of curious.”
Whooooo. I looked at Vic, who nodded after an inquiring glance at me. “Be right back,” he mumbled.
“Sarah, are you sure, you’re okay with—“
hooooooooo. That was hot, that thing with her tongue. The fact the head was so big she couldn’t fit her mouth over it meant she was licking the underside of the helmet and then tonguing my cock hole....oh, that was dangerous.
Vic returned, wearing only his boxers and carrying some lube. His nipples were so hard they could have cut glass.
“Be gentle,” Vic said. “Or, you know, not. I think I’ll be okay either way.”
The two of them pushed me slowly down, and Vic applied himself to my groin like a starving man, as Sarah slid over to watch him work, fingering herself as she breathed huskily.
Then he squirted some lube into his palms and began to stroke me as i let out a shuddering breath. “Hot,” said Sarah.
And then while he tongued one of my nipples, Sara leaned over and attacked the other, and I began to feel overwhelmed. Finally, Vic kissed me on the lips and threw his leg over my face, rudely pushing my dick aside....and then grabbing it with one hand and aiming it at his hole.
It really was incredible to feel so connected to him, as my thick and long dick slid into his ass like it belonged. Inch after inch disappeared into his hungry ass, as he sweated and grunted with the slow effort. Eight million nerve endings found their true calling as my massive dick slid home. 8 inches were in...then 10. Then twelve.
Sarah gasped and looked at Vic with awe. “How the hell are you doing that?”
“I think i can do anything for him,” Vic said. “I can be what he needs. I love him. And I love you.”
Sarah grabbed him and planted a big kiss on his lips, then a second that turned surprisingly sexual. Another three inches slid in as he momentarily lost concentration. I too was sweating and breathing heavily, as one best friend made out with the one sitting on my dick.
“Oh god,” I said, “Not so fast!”
“Haaaa. Whew!” Vic said, breaking loose from Sarah’s embrace to stroke his own erection. “Man, that is a big dick.”
“It’s amazing that you can take it,” Sarah said. “Fuck, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
“He’s so huge,” Vic said, scooting back another inch as I flailed, trying to hold on. Sweat poured off me. “But I think I can do anything....”
“How about,” she said, “we test that....put your dick in me.”
We were both shocked enough that we lost the rhythm for a moment.
“You heard me. I want you to fuck me. We’ll see if you’re gay or not. You got a nice little dick yourself, ” she teased, wriggling between us. At some point her top and bottom had disappeared. She looked wanton as she grabbed the lube. “I probably don’t even need this, I’m so wet.”
“Wow....”
“Do it. That’s it,” she moaned. “Yeah.” She adjusted him and then began to slide his dick into her...while most of my dick was buried in his ass. She kissed me ferociously and then leaned in to tongue my nipples again. (Who knew they were so sensitive?). And then she arched back and I could tell she was squeezing something.
“I may be a little stretched out from Muscles here,” Sarah said, “Sorry..if you were a little bigger, you’d fit perfe—-“
Vic made a sort of strangled whine as he slid finally and totally home, full to the hilt on my nearly twenty-inch pecker. As he did so, Sarah felt Vic pulse and grow within her....
“Oh jesus that’s good,” Vic said. “Oh god I feel so ...fuck...you’re so tight...”
“Oh god, it’s just the right size, you’re hitting every—“
Words kind of became irrelevant around then. I increased my temp, and I pounded Vic’s ass with my jackhammer cock, and the force of my pounding drove Vic’s stiff and enlarged rod into Sarah’s cunt. There weren’t words for the levels of pleasure we were feeling —- it was animalistic fucking and deep, sexual sensuality. We three, we were connecting on a level beyond just sex — though i wouldn’t give that up for anything.
I’d been on the edge for so long and everything was so intense, I almost didn’t notice the approach of the growth spurt....
Oh crap, not another growth spurt!
Well, not exactly. I mean, that's what it felt like at first. I was hot, I was thrusting, I was powerful and almost paralyzed with sensation...
There was a feeling of stretching, like an extended yawn, but ...sexy, I guess? I felt hot and sexy. But I'd spent a lot of the last week feeling like that. This was different; this was...more. No, not more, just different.
It was like a full-body orgasm; it was like a yawn and stretch; it was a feeling of total satisfaction and release; it was a feeling of putting on a glove that fit perfectly.
We fit like we were made for each other. We were almost like one being, but still ourselves. Utterly lost to the sensation, and yet absolutely present in the moment. It was hard to see where one of us ended and the other began -- not literally, of course, but mentally. I could conceive of myself as a giant or a shrimp, as a nerd or a jock, as smart or stupid -- it didn't matter; I fit with Vic, and I fit with Sarah, and we fit with each other in ways nobody else would ever really get.
In that moment, we all felt it. And then, reluctantly, we pulled apart from the physical act of copulation, with an awkward giggle or two, and just held each other in an easy, warm embrace.
This was the final piece of the puzzle; this was what we'd been building to. Vic's wish wasn't done with us yet, not until we sealed the deal, together.
Things would never be quite the same after that.
* * *
We spent the rest of the week sorting out a way to stay together through college. Plans had to change and parents were less than thrilled. Sarah, of course, did the heavy lifting to figure out how to manage it all, while Vic managed to sweet-talk our parents and smooth things over with them. Erin stayed out of the way, mostly, but did manage to talk her cousin into letting us stay a few more days as we sorted things out.
Explaining our physical changes should have been way harder than it was. And it would have been, except....well, let's rewind a bit.
See, I'd woken first the next morning, and I felt odd. I half expected to see a monster in the mirror as I lumbered across to Sarah's bathroom, but instead what I found was...me. The old me. Or almost.
I was definitely bigger than I had been, but instead of being huge, I was just ...a little bigger. I heard a gasp as my lovers awoke (wow, that sounded weird in my head, no matter how true it was), and discovered their own changes....
I'd reduced to a more manageable 5'10, and about 200 lbs. I looked incredibly fit, but less...I dunno, less like a fantasy and more like a person? Sarah's boobs were less obviously someone else's -- she had plausibly gone up a cup or two, but the shape and color was her own rather than Erin's. And Vic? Well, Vic remained Vic. At least, as far as we could tell.
Sarah hadn't wanted Erin's boobs; she just wanted hers a bit bigger, and now that she'd experienced that, she was happy with a more modest endowment. I had gone through a crash course in being a massive muscle monster and decided it was a fun place to visit, but I didn't want to really live like that, utterly dominated by an insatiable sex drive. And Vic....well, dear sweet Vic remained our sexy, normal, everyday guy, the one who balanced us and made us whole. Maybe a little cuter than he had been, but maybe it was just confidence. He'd always been our glue, really, but now he understood it at an atomic level, and so did we.
Everything was explainable as a late growth spurt, and the normal sort of discovery one has as a late teen. My folks were almost relieved that I'd grown four inches and stopped being so obsessed with getting bigger, even if my father was a little stunned by my body when I revealed it. Jun and immediately figured out the dynamic. between the three of us, and when Vic came out as bisexual to his aunties, Jun had his back. Sarah had a harder route getting her parents to understand, but of course Erin was in her camp too. And we all had each other.
We ended up all going to the same school after all, and Sarah's ridiculous grades meant she had no problem going wherever she wanted. Neither Vic nor I were slouches, but there must have been some lingering magic helping us out, because the minute he got involved in dealing with the transfers and late admissions, it all worked out somehow. I kept at the gym, and even got Vic interested. He's been packing on a little muscle too, and looking really, really delicious. Sarah's classes kept her busy, but she found time to stay in shape and of course we always had time for each other. Vic even found us a place to live, an apartment off campus with two rooms -- but only one bed that ever got messy.
But if you're wondering about what else we might have retained from our magical visit to NYC? I'll tell you a secret.
See, we look normal and happy as we go about our lives. But when we're together, that magic is still there. Being together seems to unlock our desires, and some lingering wish makes them possible, for a time. I can't even tell you how massively oversexed we were, but eventually we simply settled into a rhythm that worked for each of us. And Vic's body retained that amazing flexibility and adaptability, which meant none of us ever went without satisfaction as we explored our twisted imaginations. He'd literally been anything we needed -- he'd been boy, girl, neither, or both. He'd given and taken, grown or shrunk, always ready to be what worked best for the moment. While Sarah and I seemed limited by the maximum parameters of our wishes, there seemed few limits to Vic's adaptability when it came to us, and we explored them all.
Throughout college, the three of us were inseparable, and we somehow made it work as we continued to build our lives together. We almost never argue; something seems to keep us in harmony.
And Erin? Well, she got over her experimentation phase and ended up dating Tony for a long time, before parting amicably. They're still friends, even though Tony moved to DC to work in a non-profit once he passed the bar. Erin ended up as a law clerk in LA, land of cars, and seems pretty chill whenever we see her. She still has the toy car. Doesn't seem ready to settle down, though. All in all, it worked out for all of us remarkably well.
So if you're ever in New York City, and you get the urge to toss a coin in a fountain and make a wish, do so. The worst that can happen is it won't come true. But the best that can happen? We're still discovering that.
Well, not exactly. I mean, that's what it felt like at first. I was hot, I was thrusting, I was powerful and almost paralyzed with sensation...
There was a feeling of stretching, like an extended yawn, but ...sexy, I guess? I felt hot and sexy. But I'd spent a lot of the last week feeling like that. This was different; this was...more. No, not more, just different.
It was like a full-body orgasm; it was like a yawn and stretch; it was a feeling of total satisfaction and release; it was a feeling of putting on a glove that fit perfectly.
We fit like we were made for each other. We were almost like one being, but still ourselves. Utterly lost to the sensation, and yet absolutely present in the moment. It was hard to see where one of us ended and the other began -- not literally, of course, but mentally. I could conceive of myself as a giant or a shrimp, as a nerd or a jock, as smart or stupid -- it didn't matter; I fit with Vic, and I fit with Sarah, and we fit with each other in ways nobody else would ever really get.
In that moment, we all felt it. And then, reluctantly, we pulled apart from the physical act of copulation, with an awkward giggle or two, and just held each other in an easy, warm embrace.
This was the final piece of the puzzle; this was what we'd been building to. Vic's wish wasn't done with us yet, not until we sealed the deal, together.
Things would never be quite the same after that.
* * *
We spent the rest of the week sorting out a way to stay together through college. Plans had to change and parents were less than thrilled. Sarah, of course, did the heavy lifting to figure out how to manage it all, while Vic managed to sweet-talk our parents and smooth things over with them. Erin stayed out of the way, mostly, but did manage to talk her cousin into letting us stay a few more days as we sorted things out.
Explaining our physical changes should have been way harder than it was. And it would have been, except....well, let's rewind a bit.
See, I'd woken first the next morning, and I felt odd. I half expected to see a monster in the mirror as I lumbered across to Sarah's bathroom, but instead what I found was...me. The old me. Or almost.
I was definitely bigger than I had been, but instead of being huge, I was just ...a little bigger. I heard a gasp as my lovers awoke (wow, that sounded weird in my head, no matter how true it was), and discovered their own changes....
I'd reduced to a more manageable 5'10, and about 200 lbs. I looked incredibly fit, but less...I dunno, less like a fantasy and more like a person? Sarah's boobs were less obviously someone else's -- she had plausibly gone up a cup or two, but the shape and color was her own rather than Erin's. And Vic? Well, Vic remained Vic. At least, as far as we could tell.
Sarah hadn't wanted Erin's boobs; she just wanted hers a bit bigger, and now that she'd experienced that, she was happy with a more modest endowment. I had gone through a crash course in being a massive muscle monster and decided it was a fun place to visit, but I didn't want to really live like that, utterly dominated by an insatiable sex drive. And Vic....well, dear sweet Vic remained our sexy, normal, everyday guy, the one who balanced us and made us whole. Maybe a little cuter than he had been, but maybe it was just confidence. He'd always been our glue, really, but now he understood it at an atomic level, and so did we.
Everything was explainable as a late growth spurt, and the normal sort of discovery one has as a late teen. My folks were almost relieved that I'd grown four inches and stopped being so obsessed with getting bigger, even if my father was a little stunned by my body when I revealed it. Jun and immediately figured out the dynamic. between the three of us, and when Vic came out as bisexual to his aunties, Jun had his back. Sarah had a harder route getting her parents to understand, but of course Erin was in her camp too. And we all had each other.
We ended up all going to the same school after all, and Sarah's ridiculous grades meant she had no problem going wherever she wanted. Neither Vic nor I were slouches, but there must have been some lingering magic helping us out, because the minute he got involved in dealing with the transfers and late admissions, it all worked out somehow. I kept at the gym, and even got Vic interested. He's been packing on a little muscle too, and looking really, really delicious. Sarah's classes kept her busy, but she found time to stay in shape and of course we always had time for each other. Vic even found us a place to live, an apartment off campus with two rooms -- but only one bed that ever got messy.
But if you're wondering about what else we might have retained from our magical visit to NYC? I'll tell you a secret.
See, we look normal and happy as we go about our lives. But when we're together, that magic is still there. Being together seems to unlock our desires, and some lingering wish makes them possible, for a time. I can't even tell you how massively oversexed we were, but eventually we simply settled into a rhythm that worked for each of us. And Vic's body retained that amazing flexibility and adaptability, which meant none of us ever went without satisfaction as we explored our twisted imaginations. He'd literally been anything we needed -- he'd been boy, girl, neither, or both. He'd given and taken, grown or shrunk, always ready to be what worked best for the moment. While Sarah and I seemed limited by the maximum parameters of our wishes, there seemed few limits to Vic's adaptability when it came to us, and we explored them all.
Throughout college, the three of us were inseparable, and we somehow made it work as we continued to build our lives together. We almost never argue; something seems to keep us in harmony.
And Erin? Well, she got over her experimentation phase and ended up dating Tony for a long time, before parting amicably. They're still friends, even though Tony moved to DC to work in a non-profit once he passed the bar. Erin ended up as a law clerk in LA, land of cars, and seems pretty chill whenever we see her. She still has the toy car. Doesn't seem ready to settle down, though. All in all, it worked out for all of us remarkably well.
So if you're ever in New York City, and you get the urge to toss a coin in a fountain and make a wish, do so. The worst that can happen is it won't come true. But the best that can happen? We're still discovering that.
I know I wrapped this one up, but I'm curious as to what people liked most about it. Seems a fair number of you did like it, and that makes me happy.
I found myself enjoying the characters, writing to their idiosyncrasies and weaving my own memories into their NYC fun. What appealed to you guys?
I found myself enjoying the characters, writing to their idiosyncrasies and weaving my own memories into their NYC fun. What appealed to you guys?
This might be my favorite story of yours, I love the gradual changes, the characters and relationships, and the fun twist of Vic's power.
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Im always a fan of constant but gradual growth, especially when it’s making the character uneasy since they are not in control.
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