Wishing Star (cock Growth, Mf, Mm, Orgy)

[osid]

Can't wait for more!

 

[hectorberlioz]

Fun to read. Great imagination, brother.

 

[drpumps]

Thank you for this. I have found myself going out at night before bed gazing up at the stars and.......

 

[Pepijn]

Nice start!

 

[Xyze97]

......bump?

 

[deleted363616]

Would be amzing to read a continuation of this

 

[osid]

Would be amzing to read a continuation of this

I second that

 

[BeardedMuscle]

You made me late for work with this story. I hope the couple of inches growth you've been granted thus far was worth it. The way you had to work to fit your soft, thick meat into your jeans must surely make a most obvious bulge.

 

[hugehungyogi]

I’ll get to work on continuing this story over the holidays. I’ve had the book I wrote come out recently, and I’ve been swamped with getting everything involved finished (I just completed the audiobook three days ago). Now, I should have more time for other creative projects! Thanks for letting me know you’ve been enjoying this!

 

[Xyze97]

I’ll get to work on continuing this story over the holidays. I’ve had the book I wrote come out recently, and I’ve been swamped with getting everything involved finished (I just completed the audiobook three days ago). Now, I should have more time for other creative projects! Thanks for letting me know you’ve been enjoying this!

That’s awesome... congrats!

 

[ItalMusc]

I’ll get to work on continuing this story over the holidays. I’ve had the book I wrote come out recently, and I’ve been swamped with getting everything involved finished (I just completed the audiobook three days ago). Now, I should have more time for other creative projects! Thanks for letting me know you’ve been enjoying this!

I am so happy I stumbled onto this story! I’m hooked but not surprised to discover another layer of your talents.
Like the others I shall wait for more chapters whenever they appear,
although with everything you have going on I might have to be patient.

 

[Cayne]

BUMP good story continue

 

[socalanfmodel]

Great story. Dying for the next chapter

 

[ProfWollongong]

Wow this makes me drip. Keep it up mate!

 

[Cayne]

its a shame this hasnt had an update in a while BUMP

 

[hugehungyogi]

Part IV​

Spinning back into flesh is not the most comfortable of experiences. Feeling your molecules rearrange themselves in a quixotic manner—expanding from a single pinpoint of matter into the collective unfolding of one’s physical body—is unsettling. All my organs, limbs, and appendages assume their regular shape and functions in the briefest of flashes, and I find myself standing on a strange and distant street—gleaming towers leaning overhead.

Sir Astrelous seems far disoriented than I. Hardly faltering at all, he steps out of oblivion and onto concrete sidewalks with aplomb. I stagger and have to catch myself against a bronze balustrade neatly spaced across an at-hand portico. I feel nauseous; I feel elated. I just crossed time and space in the blink of an eye.

“Just this way,” he says in a squeaky voice, launching himself quickly down an alleyway. Trying to keep my stomach in check, I follow. My knees feel turned gelatin, and I walk in a manner reasonably impersonating a duck.

Down a cobblestone corridor he takes me to a small, formal garden hidden in the shifting shadows of the towers. Past a row of box hedges, he spins on his heels to turn to face me. Placing a palm on his lapel, he cheerfully says, “Orion’s boutique gym. Our second stop.” I follow the direction he gazes to spy a blue awning. Emblazoned on its lip in curving script is the name he just spoke along with a logo showing the outline of the consultation of Orion. I take a step in that direction.

Sir Astrelous stops me, placing a hand firmly on my shoulder. He eyes me significantly; and I notice for the first time that his irises flicker between countless hues. At first I think that they are blue, then red, then green. They twinkle like starshine.

“You should know that this place is stripped from the flow of time of your reality. Once you step inside, no time will seem to pass in your home world. You could stay for weeks and return only moments later.”

I nod as if any of this makes sense to me. The boundaries surrounding my understanding of reality are not only dissolving, they are ragged beyond recognition. I no longer know what is possible or practical. What are the rules of physicals, logic, or nature when anything seems capable of happening? This experience has already shaken my belief in sanity, my understanding of self, and my place in the universe to its bedrock.

He opens the aluminum and glass door and motions me inside. The familiar smell of sweat, lifting chalk, and crotch-stink greets my nostrils—it’s a basement gym like many I’ve seen before. Dimly lit, my eyes fight to adjust to the perpetual twilight; the sound of clinking weights and primal grunts greet my ears.

I follow Astrelous down to a small landing and toward a wide expanse of desk. A collection of protein bars, shakes, and miracle pills sit piled across the counter top; a chalkboard listing different custom-blended smoothies register prices in a currency symbol unfamiliar to me. I am sincerely wondering where in the galaxy he has brought me. I thought we were just traveling to another city, or perhaps another part of my own city—but it appear I was mistaken.

A shining, blond girl stands attentively behind the counter in a too-tight polo that accentuates her massive bosom. She smiles at us in an overly exaggerated manner that makes me wonder if she had Vaselined her teeth.

“Hi there! Welcome to Orion’s Boutique Gym. Are y’all members?” If I didn’t know better, I would have said her twang was undeniably Texan—probably a product of Houston and it’s overtly gentrified suburbs.

Sir Astrelous paddles up to her and shakes his head. “No, but Orion is an old friend of mine. Please let him know that at Astagonia is here.”

She blinks, the smile never dropping, and she turns with a small bow of her head to retreat around a chainlink corner. Moments pass, I try to sneak a glimpse at the the clientele, but everyone is hidden around bulky shapes of iron and faux-leather padding.

“Astagonia?” I ask.

“Astagonia Arrebella Astrelous,” he says without inflection.

I nod as if that were the most commonplace name I’d heard all day.

After only a few moments, quite possibly the burliest man I’ve ever laid eyes on emerges from around the corner. He is close to six foot, five inches—and his shoulders are so wide that he must have to turn sideways to fit through a traditional doorway. His chest muscles look four-fists deep, but his waist is no wider than my own.

“Astrelous!” he cries out in a booming bass. He spreads his ham-thick forearms wide to embrace the diminutive man in a bear hug. I notice that his wrists are wrapped in leather greaves. Combined with his ample beard, I guess that he is part Viking.

He nearly crushes the corporeal-embodied star in his embrace. Astrelous yelps a little and I hear a few joints crack. He pats the behemoth man on the side of his bulging lats before being released.

“I have brought someone for you to work your magic on, Orion. This is Christopher. And he would like to be a member of your special gym.” I can hear the emphases he places on the word “special,” and I suddenly feel intimated. What sort of program is this celestial creature signing me up for? I could be snapped in two by this muscle giant without the slightest resistance.

The übermensch eyes me up and down. “Oh, is that so?” he says with a congenial smile. “You think he has what it takes?”

Astrelous nods. “He was practically desperate when he called to me. I already brought him to visit Serena...and you seemed like the logical next step.”

The giant begins to circle me now, eyeing me like a Christmas dinner. “Not bad bones. He’s got a well developed skeletal system. I am sure we can do a great deal with him while he’s here.”

“How long do you think it’ll take?” the star asks, now leaning on the counter to regain his breath.

“Give me two or three months, and I should be able to max out his latent potential.”

My eyes bulge out of my face. Intimidated by this man as I’ve been, I’ve refrained from speaking hitherto. Despite my intentions to remain quiet, I blurt out, “Three months! I can’t disappear for that long. Everyone will wonder where I went.”

My mind flickers to my loyally devoted online fanbase. Even though part of my brain recognizes that I’ve never actually ever done a cam show in my waking life, there’s a part of me that has hundreds of memories of past performances. I realize that soon I won’t even recall that this hasn’t alway been the case—that I haven’t always flaunted my private bits online. I also know with equal certainty that when I miss a nightly performance, my following grows rebellious. They demand my attentions with fanaticism.

“Relax,” Orion booms, slapping me on the shoulder with a palm that might have been a sledgehammer. I try not to buckle under his strength. “Time flows differently here.” He starts massaging my shoulders with his meaty hands. I feel my tense muscles liquifying under his grip. For being so immensely strong, his caresses are unexpectedly tender.

My mind starts to feel gooey, but I recall what Astrelous mentioned to me before we entered—no time will pass once stepping inside these doors. Orion goes on, “Judging by your lightly pumped physique, you’re no stranger to a gym. You know how you can spend an afternoon inside one and feel as if no time has passed at all? It reflects the truth that is here—that to work on and refine your body is an experience outside of time. Time flows differently in every gym—but especially here, one of the nexus gyms of the universe.”

“And not just any gym,” Astrelous added in. “Aries and others have their own...but Orion’s is known for something special.”

The behemoth turns, smiling with his pearl-like teeth, toward the logo of the facilities. “You recognize our logo?” he asks.

I nod. “Of course: the constellation of Orion. Which, I am now guessing, is actually you?”

He nods in return. “in the olden days, before your so-called modern times, those three stars in the middle didn’t represent ‘Orion’s belt.’”

I see Astrelous smiling knowingly. “It didn’t?” I ask.

“No. The third star represented Orion’s penis.”

Unable to control myself, I glance down. For the first time, I notice that this man isn’t wearing the gym shorts I was expecting. He is wearing what might nowadays be called a kilt...a skirt of some kind. Before I can fully register what he is doing, he is lifting up the front edge of the fabric, revealing the largest, fattest log of man-meat that I have ever seen. Totally flaccid, it’s bulbous head is dangling directly above his knee caps. I see crisscrossing veins like tree roots flowing down his hairy shaft. I imagine how incredibly mammoth this phallus must be when erect: easily a foot and a half or more.

My mouth is hanging open, I discover. It is one of the most startling sights of my life...events with the past several hours included. The man drops his kilt back down, and I now observe the enormous bulge pressing out on the fabric. No wonder that this man wears skirts; he’d never fit that log into a pair of trousers.

Sir Astrelous goes on, “Orion’s gym the is hub in the universe not only for building muscle, but for growing penises, as well. He’ll get you set up here, train you for a few months, and I will come pick you up and return you as if no time has passed. And if you still wish to be bigger after you depart here, I can still take you to a final locale.”

“Sarin’s?” Orion asks with a smirk. Astrelous nods. Orion then barks a laugh as if he is all too-familiar with the destination.

“Well, if we are all set, I will be seeing you.” Astrelous turns to go.

“Wait, Astrelous...I...” He turns and eyes me questioningly. I have nothing really ask. He promises that not time will pass, that in this place I will finally have my burning desire quenched. I gesture that I have nothing to say, and he skips to the front door.

“See you soon!” he calls before the glass closes.

I turn my gaze to the smiling giant beside me. He is still rubbing my shoulders, and I feel that I would do anything he ever asked of me. He is so brawny, powerful, and beautiful to behold. No matter what he asked, I would acquiesce.

“So...” he says in a manner that can only be described as lascivious, “let’s get going, shall we?”

He pushes his hips against the small of my back, and my whole body erupts in electricity. To know that I was only a fabric’s breadth away from that magnificent member makes me feel like I’m on the verge of coming. I know that I have an impressive dick; but his is on a whole other level. He makes me feel microscopic down there.

He guides me around some of the weight lifting machinery, and I get a first glimpse at the other clientele. Other, boulder-like muscle men, incredibly jacked women, and then others that I wasn’t expecting. Humanoid figures with scales instead of skin, some covered face to foot in fine hairs. It hits me suddenly, that they said this was a nexus point for gym-goers across the cosmos. I guess sentient life on other planets also gain access to this place. Once again, my sense of logic and understanding takes a bashing. This is so far beyond my scope.

He guides me past lat pull-down cables, bench press setups, and squat racks. A few patrons smile and nod in his direction—he smiles back. As we make our way through the various gear, he whispers in a bass that makes my spine vibrate.

“This is my front-of-house gym. We will have daily training sessions out here, as well—but only a select few are invited into my back-of-house area. Astrelous is a great friend of mine; so someone he vouches for is welcome there.”

Then, he leans closer and adds, “Plus, you’re very cute. I can only imagine how much even more-so you will be once we’ve added inches to your cock and fifty pounds of muscle.” If my spine was vibrating before, now it is full-on capitulating. I am glad he still has his hands pressed to my back; otherwise, I would have collapsed into a puddle.

He guides me to what seems like the back of the gym, to a door that says Staff Only. He presses through, the metal clanging behind us as it re-latches. Down a cinderblock hallway, we turn a few corners, skipping over closed doors. He spins me out, finally, through another doorway. I emerge in another gym; but, immediately, I notice a stark change.

Fist and foremost, everyone here is naked. Completely naked. They are all human-shaped and sized; no furry or four-legged creatures here. Second, they are all men. They stand in two’s and threes chatting when not actively engaged in their sets. And each of them has a massive, elephant trunk of phallus snaking down from his crotch.

The very smallest has to be eight or nine inches. The largest is even more substantial than Orion’s; I see a man with a penis that is actually touching the floor, it is so long.

“Welcome to my private gym,” he whispers. “Admission is limited to a select few.”

My senses settle down and I begin to notice the exercises the men are doing. While there are a few doing squats and bicep curls (the squatters are sometimes being assisted by other men who are holding up their mammoth members while they sink low into their dips), most of the men were hooked up to machines and mechanisms that were pulling on their penises. Pulleys, levers, and devices attached mid-shaft or behind the glans, and the men yanked, pulled, and sweated in heavy grunts—hoisting substantial weights with their gigantic pricks.

There were dick pull-downs, penis pushes, phallus raises, member flys. Dozens and dozens of different machines all designed to expand and grow the tissues of the genitals. I observe that some are even for testicles—more than a handful of men engage with devices that are stretching out their ball sacs and making them more rotund.

“I will get you set up with a training program and show you how everything works, but there’s more to show yet.”

Reluctant to retreat, I slowly follow him. Several of the men had caught my gaze and smiled at me. More than a few members stiffened at my returned attention.

We retreat back to the concrete corridor. Orion pushes open the third doorway on the right and steps inside. I follow, and before I can see anything of note, my nose catches the whiff of chlorine. Through a second, successive door, and I hear the sound of water splashing.

We step into a white-tiled space. Huge, bathing pools steam at different temperatures across the space. Men lounge, talk, and fornicate on different ledges and seats. Some conversations seem entirely platonic; others are overtly sexual and reflect the carnal acts the various men are engaged in. A tall waterfall in one of the corner raises up merry jumpers who careen themselves off its lip and into the waters below, their mammoth phalluses slapping against their abs and chests.

“The wet area. Places to swim, train, or get a load off,” he says with another wink. He grabs my bottom with his cupped palm and squeezes gently. I feel my manhood elongate. “There are steam rooms, saunas, and further wet areas beyond those doors yonder.” He motions to doors around the perimeter.

He turns back again, and—again—I am reluctant to go. I have never been to a gay bathhouse, but this far exceeds even my most wild imaginings of what it would be like.

Back toward where we initially came in, he brings me into a small room off the main hallway. “This is your sleeping area while you’re here training with me.”

There is an iron headboard, a bed with crisp white linens, a small chair, and a lamp. Spartan...but I have a feeling I’d be spending very little time in here, anyways.

“There’s a cafeteria in the back serving high-protein, low-carb meals at all hours...all of which is complimentary with the price of your membership. So, eat up at any time you’d like.”

I feel my stomach jerk. “Oh, Astrelous didn’t mention anything about prices. How much will I owe exactly?”

That predator-like grin returns to his face. “I’m happy to take you on as a favor to my good buddy without any payment required. But...if you wan’t to make it up to me...I know how you can show your appreciation.”

Without looking over his shoulder, he shuts the door behind him. I find myself pressed backwards and being seated onto the bed. With one quick motion, Orion has his kilt unbuckled and falling to his knees—his shirt comes off with one, easy shrug (impressive for his massive muscularity). His enormous penis stiffens, swiftly rising toward eye-level before me. The head is the size of a small cantaloupe. His shaft is easily as long as the door behind him is wide. He nuts are softballs and dangle most of the way toward his knee, swaying hypnotically.

I reach out with both hands and wrap them around his thick shaft. I slide my tongue into his urethral opening, and his eyes roll up and back into his head. He moans loudly, and the tremble of his groan make the walls rumble.

 

[hugehungyogi]

Part V​

The days spin past more quickly than I could have anticipated—each one repeating in more or less the same pattern. I awake early, light spilling through my diminutive window (an alien landscape lingers outside—interestingly, each window in this strange building depicts a different vantage, perhaps reflecting the home planet of the various patrons). Orion, or one of his other trainers, meets me in the front-of-house gym for a strength-based workout. I retreat to the cafeteria for my first meal. A burly and handsome cook with free hands serves up omelets alongside handjobs.

The late morning is spent in the back gym, pulling on my dick with the various machines Orion has taught me to use. Each day, I find myself able to stretch just a little bit further, hang a little bit longer and thicker. I eat a second meal, spend some time socializing in the pool area. I have begun to enjoy some daily penis massages courtesy of some strategically arraigned pool jets. Orion says that taking time to get fellated by the the pulsing, warm water is a great way to keep the tissue expanded and healing in its extended state. After getting wiggled, kneaded, and massaged by the warm water, I am more than happy to mingle with one of my new friends (from some very interesting locales ranging from Mars to MX45INQ to Schenectady). It’s not unusual for me to have four or five orgasms before meal three.

The afternoons are spent in a second strength training session and cardio. Often, I take these in the back gym, totally naked. I am so learning to enjoy feeling my mammoth meat swinging around freely while I deadlift, cable-press, and clean & jerk. I’ve had other members offer to hold it for me while I explore various lower-body exercises—which I have learned to sincerely enjoy.

Another meal—and Orion often spends the later part of the afternoon with me. Turns out, he has a particular fascination with Earth—and we have more in common than I would have expected. You know, he being a constellation and all.

I notice myself more and more looking like him. My shoulders are becoming broader—far more so than my expanding musculature could explain. I am confident that I am growing taller as well, though I can’t be sure. He doesn’t seem as tall and imposing as he used to.

“Would you like to be as big as me?” he sometimes whispers when we are cuddled up together. He skin is surprisingly silky for being so hairy and strong.

“Bigger,” I whisper back. When I say that, I can feel his penis lurch in excitement as he squeezes me tenderly.

Evenings are often spent on my own. Even though I’ve engaged in countless sexual acts with others over the course of the day, I still enjoy getting myself off for a few hours each night. There’s a room with a special mirror. When you stand naked before it, you can ask it to change your reflection to show yourself back at you with whatever dimensions you’d like.

I tell it to show me my body with the maximum amount of muscle I can hold, and the largest my penis will be able to grow. My reflection shifts before my gaze, and suddenly I look like a smaller mirror of Orion. Tall, burly, bulging ovals of shoulders, pecs, and biceps. Legs that look like tree trunks. A penis and balls that can only be called gargantuan. I pleasure myself before this mirror, my mind accepting the fact that this is my reality, this is my truth. After a final meal for the night (and sometimes a quick blowjob) I return back to my room giddy and exhausted—and collapse into a deep and sated sleep. My nocturnal erections have become too big to swing freely, so I now sleep with my manhood fastened to the ceiling so I don’t accidentally roll over onto it and get tangled in my bedding.

Before I know it, my three months have passed. The scale by the pool now tells me that I weight a staggering two-hundred and forty-five pounds. My penis now hangs three-quarters of the way down my thigh—and grows to be eleven and a half inches long when fully erect. My mid-shaft girth is now an impressive seven and a half inches. It’s not as large as many of the men here—but they all came from different planets where their starting size or potential was greater than mine. Orion tells me that I am pretty close to my maximum that I can attain with him. My balls have plumped up to the size of large lemons and hang considerably lower. I love feeling them bounce about robustly when I run or move.

“I want you to know,” Orion whispered to me late last night, “that you have an open invitation to come back anytime you’d like.” He passes me a small, plastic, red whistle. “Blow on this, and you’ll find yourself inside my front doors. Lifetime membership—on the house.” He then winked and then blew me for the the third time that evening.

It’s departure day, and I’m standing by the front door, awaiting Astreouls’ return. I’ve outgrown the clothes I arrived in (I haven’t needing apparel very much since being here), dressed in a kilt, greaves, and black t-shirt to match the ones Orion wore the day we met.

“I hope you know, Chris, that I expect to see you back and getting as big as me. One day, I want us to wrestle with me at my full strength.” There is a mud pit behind one of the doors to the pool area. There are only a few who were able to go head-to-head to him when he is giving it his all.

“Oh, I look forward to it,” I reply enthusiastically. He kisses me hard on the mouth—and the world spins. God, I am going to miss these kisses and caresses. I have become greedy for them, demanding them dozens of times each day. All of us here feel like that—and he is generous with spreading his affection. Though, I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I think he showers me in special affection.

All too soon, the door is clinking, and Sir Astrelous is stepping through, just as I remembered him—silver, sparkly coat and all. He smiles approvingly at the two of us embracing.

“Ah. I just stepped outside for a moment, but it seems like you’ve made excellent progress here.” Without asking, he steps forward and lifts up the front of my kilt. He nods.

“Excellent work, Orion. You exceeded even my expectations,” he says, referencing my hefty penis. Orion smiles and slaps my back.

“Do you still long to go even bigger?” Astrelous asks me. “We still have time for one more stop before the evening is out.”

I feel Orion squeezing my shoulder, and I look into his eyes. In them, I see Orion’s hunger for me to be even more hung, absurdly huge. I so long do fulfill his unspoken request—and my own desire to be monstrously endowed. I may already be so, but I want—without question or doubt—to be the most well-hung man on Earth. I want not be the biggest.

“Absolutely,” I say. “Let’s make me as endowed as I can possibly be.”

Orion slaps my back. “That’s my boy!” He chortles heartily—his bass voice still makes my spine tingle every time. That hasn’t ceased.

“Well, then,” Astrelous says, gleaming. “Let’s perhaps give you a quick stop at home to change your clothes (if you’d like), and then we will take you to Sarin’s.”

He turns to exit again. I step after him, but Orion pulls me back. “See you tomorrow?” he asks sexily.

“You can count on it.” I tug at the whistle now suspended between my meaty pecs and show that I intend to use it. We kiss again, and then he pushes me toward the door.

Stepping outside, I have a sudden experience of how my body has changed. I feel myself taking up more space in a way that I hadn’t realized when bunkered inside Orion’s domains. I feel taller, fuller. I feel my massive genitals hugging my thighs. I feel powerful and radiant.

“Alright, you know how this goes. Gather close.”

I step into him, and he again hooks his arm around me. He pauses for just a moment and eyes me up and down. After a moment of reflection, he adds, “You look really good, you know. He did excellent work with you.”

I feel my face flush. For some reason, having this celestial being compliment my looks feels more validating than any of the dozens of other men that existed in Orion’s alternative reality.

“Gee, thanks,” I say, modestly.

“Your online followers are going to be beside themselves,” he chuckles.

With an elaborate gesture, we are again spinning into nothingness. This time, I feel less queasy and embrace the dissolution.

 

[Cayne]

wow keep going this is amazing

 

[ProfWollongong]

 

[Cayne]

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