Having outgrown his previous digs, giant muscle freak Mute commissions a bigger house from fellow freak and architect Zhu. Zhu and his assistant Dohn join him for a meal, and they’re already turned on by each other’s crazy size even before they share some very special cigars.
“Over here.” Zhu waved at Dohn, smiling as his hunky assistant stumbled awkwardly across the room, trying desperately to avoid bumping into anyone.
It had been almost a year since that dinner with Mute, and all of their lives had changed drastically. Dohn was still Zhu’s assistant, though his duties had been greatly reduced since he’d grown so huge he no longer fit into normal life. Still, Zhu got hard watching him struggle, and he genuinely loved Dohn.
Both of them had been able to shrink down to a more manageable size, Zhu needed to let his suits out a bit, but the added mass emphasized his hard features. Dohn was completely unrecognizable, however. He could move once again, and move rather well despite the fact that he could only somewhat touch his face or put his hands together. He had to stretch quite a lot in the mornings just to get out of bed. He was larger than Mute had been, but not nearly as tall. This made him seem squat, and incredibly dense. As Zhu watched him, Dohn tried to turn to make way for a waiter, but he couldn’t simply twist sideways anymore. Dohn took several small steps to rotate his body, and it did nothing. He tried to back away, but another customer got a face full of his massive bubble butt. When he realized that, he rushed forward, ramming his oversized crotch onto another person’s plate. Everyone backed away from him, and Dohn blushed, mortified.
He’d taken to slouching his shoulders, which wouldn’t be that noticeable on most people except Dohn wasn’t most people. His shoulders were wider than most doorways, and as he slouched there, drawing his arms in from shame, it was like watching two bowling balls roll together. As he did this, there was a great creaking sound as one of the seams on his custom polo shirt popped. Dohn immediately stood up straight, and rushed over to Zhu. He looked handsome in that grey shirt, which someone had tucked into a dark pair of slacks, custom with an extra large crotch, they held in his assets and showed them off at the same time.
Dohn froze, looking at the table.
“Sir, is there another chair-”
“I already asked, they’re out of reinforced ones. There are other brutes here today, and they took them all.” Zhu cut him off. “Just be careful.”
Dohn hesitated, but took the chair, and eased into it. It wobbled, but Dohn flexed his legs and kept himself up with his sheer strength. He wondered if he could do wall sits like this throughout this entire lunch. Then he started imagining shaking out his quads afterwards, flexing him, getting hard at the thought of the definition in his massive legs. But he snapped out of it, afraid he might bust out of these nice clothes his boss gave him if he popped an erection.
“Where’s Fahr?” Dohn asked.
“Walking Kahl,” he replied. “He said he was right around the corner a little while ago. I ordered for everyone if that’s okay. Brute specials.”
Dohn smiled. “Sounds perfect, I’m starving.”
“You’re always starving.” Zhu chuckled. “But so am I, so I can’t say much.”
“How’s Mute?” Dohn asked.
“He hasn’t been able to move since our dinner.” Zhu replied. “He’s in heaven, and still growing. That’s why his cousins came, they’re gonna live with him and keep him on Kahl’s plan.”
“They’re sure strong enough to manage a beast like that.” Dohn replied, his heart suddenly sinking as the chair beneath him let out a big crack.
“Guys!” Fahr’s voice rumbled across the room.
Seeing a chance, Dohn stood up to welcome Fahr. He’d grown even bigger since that night, but taller as well. Now he stood almost eight feet tall, and carried his new weight with incredible confidence. He didn’t care if he knocked anyone over, and his massive cock swung powerfully in his pinstriped pants, a special pouching having been added just for him. The tip of his striped cock reached brushed the ground with every step, and flopped everywhere. He gave Dohn a big hug, nearly knocking him over as he did. A server suddenly came up with a special, reinforced chair. Fahr plopped down, his cock filling the entire space under the table.
“Had to walk Kahl, he gets so pent up at the house. He’s tied up outside if y’all wanna see him.”
“We will in a bit,” said Zhu. “How is he?”
Dohn pulled his chair out again, glaring at Zhu. “I thought you said there weren’t any more steel chairs.”
“I guess they found another one.” Zhu grinned at him.
He and Fahr locked eyes mischievously, and then continued. “Kahl’s great,” said Fahr. “He’s finally getting used to his fingers and toes; he can walk on them like a spider. We experiment with Mute’s cum a lot, so he’s got more tendrils now. He’s just a mess of stretched out parts, so we have to feed him by hand. I don’t think he remembers who he is anymore, though. But he’s happy. You should see him when I ask if he wants to go out on a walk.”
Dohn eased himself back into his chair as Fahr talked. Zhu watched him closely, dreaming about that uncomfortable brute across from him. The way his neck was as wide as a normal size man’s body, shoulder to shoulder. It made his big head look isolated, made him seem taller. The mountainous traps only emphasized that as well. It was a wonder he managed to button that collar of his. It only had one button, but it was hanging on for dear life. Dohn couldn’t look down anymore, his head was locked in place. That was Zhu’s favorite spot to kiss, that meaty neck of his. CRACK!
Dohn went tumbling to the ground, an avalanche of muscle. His shirt split open right down the center, his pecs and their arm-long nipples he kept strapped down came exploding out with a bush of hair. The restaurant went dead silent as everyone stared. Dohn groaned as he struggled to get up, the seat of his pants ripping as he stretched his legs too wide. “UGH! Oh…oh, no.” Dohn whimpered as Fahr rose to help him up. “I’m…”
“You’re fine.” Zhu said, reassuringly. “Happens to the best of us.”
“Sir, would you like a stronger chair?” A waiter asked, coming up with another steel chair. “We have plenty.”
Dohn glared at Zhu, who held a straight face for about three seconds before bursting into laughter.