The leader seemed to catch on to Gil’s glances at the rapidly fading platform. “That was your stop, wasn’t it?” he asked with an impish smirk.
“Y-yeah…” Gil murmured.
“Well, looks like the three of us will have pleeenty of time to get to know one another,” he said. He then gestured to himself, then to the guy on his left, and then to the guy on his right who was still looking over the Esgrow form.
“Tom, Dick, Larry,” the leader, who was named Tom, introduced the trio. He pointed to himself and then to his two sidekicks to indicate which was which.
“Lookin’ a little green in the gills there, Gil,” Tom teased.
Gil couldn’t bring himself to look Tom in the eyes. He nervously averted his gaze as his skivvies strained audibly against his swelling bulk.
“No need to be shy. We’d like to get to know you better,” Tom said. He gestured to his two pals who nodded in agreement.
This piqued Gil’s interest. They wanted to know him? At first Gil thought their end goal was just to figure out what was making Gil grow. Could they really be interested in him and not the form?
“The thing is…” Tom mused out loud, “… I’m a pretty big guy, but you. You’re something else.”
Gil was something else, all right. He was so massive that the bench strained under his bulk. His was easily as wide as two of these muscle-heads put together, and yet despite his incredible bulk, he felt like he was under the microscope. The way Tom looked at him in a bemused, almost clinical manner made Gil even more nervous, and the fact that Gil was now nearly completely nude didn’t help his nerves at all. With each passing moment his swelling meat and manhood threatened to burst through the last vestiges of his clothing.
“S-so… you want a form of your own?” Gil asked skeptically.
“Not as much. I’m a self-made man, as they say,” Tom replied. He gave his impressive pecs a playful pop to emphasize his point as he did so.
“That said… I’ve always been interested in pushing the limits of the body’s potential, and your body has lots of potential,” Tom said. He reached forward and planted a hand on either of Gil’s exposed pecs, gave the thick, meaty slabs a sensual squeeze, and then traces a path with his fingertip up along the dense mounds of Gil’s enormous delts and up his bulging traps before placing a hand on either side of Gil’s face. Tom cupped Gil’s cheeks and guided Gil’s gaze so that the nervous, muscle-bound stud was now staring directly into Tom’s intense gaze.
Gil had been struggling to keep his “growing” libido in check, but the physical contact from such a hot specimen was more than he could bear. His cock gave a lurch of delight which proved to be more than his long-suffering skivvies could handle. With a reverberating rip, his cock tore clean out of his underoos, causing his massive rod and hefty nuts to spill into view.
Even before his briefs busted, Gil was more than a little obscene. His shorts had been so thoroughly stuffed that his bait and tackle barely even entered the front pouch. Much of his shaft had been left exposed to the elements. The sheer weight of his cock and balls pushed down on the front of his briefs so much that his waistband now rested at around his thighs, leaving much of the flesh of his hefty sack exposed for all to see, but now that his briefs were a thing of the past, his massive nuts were not free to dangle down to nearly Gil’s ankles! Each enormous orb was bigger than a basketball! His cock was as thick as Tom’s sculpted midriff! Gil’s now nearly-rigid rod now pointed directly at Tom’s defined pecs.
“Dick,” Tom said as he stared down Gil’s massive cock.
Gil at first thought that Tom was addressing his rod, but the lackey with the for quickly responded.
“Yes?” Dick replied.
“What’s the word on this form? Does it have any exit strategy?” Tom asked.
“Nothing I can see. It seems fairly bare bones. Regular installments. Standard interest,” Dick explained.
“Anything we can do to speed it up?” Tom asked devilishly.
“Not that you or I can do, no…” Dick mused out loud.
“But let’s say the initial signee agreed to… modify the terms…” Tom said with a devious tone.
“That would work, but of course we’d need something a little more official than a verbal agreement,” Dick explained.
“Larry,” Tom said.
“Sir,” the second lackey responded.
“I want you to be our witness. You’re a notary. This shouldn’t be any problem for you,” Tom said.
“Sir!” Larry replied in agreement.
Tom’s gaze once again focused on Gil. “I’m asking merely as a formality since we both know the answer…” Tom said as he stared intensely into Gil’s eyes. “You agree to these changes, right?”
Gil stammered as he stared into Tom’s eyes. Tom was tiny compared to him. How was it that this guy had so much pose, so much swagger? Gil was the biggest, beefiest guy any of these guys had ever seen? How could Tom reduce him to a quivering mess with just a smirk!?
Of course, there was another issue aside from Tom’s sway over Gil. Gil still hadn’t come to terms with his size. He was so huge, so hung, so sexy… Even just thinking about how huge he had become made Gil weak in the knees. Gil knew on some level he should back down. He knew this was his chance. He could renegotiate the contract! He could make it so he was huge but not so freakishly massive! There’s such a thing as too big, right? Surely if there was such a thing, he had hit that a ton ago!
As the thoughts rushed through his skull and the blood rushed through his steadily boning cock, Gil’s mouth formed the words as if on their own. “I… agree…?” he said as if in a daze.
Tom shrugged at the response. “Does that count?” he asked his lackeys.
“I don’t know,” said Larry.
“One way to find out,” said Dick.
Tom gestured to Dick and handed a pen to Larry. The exchange was quick and wordless. Before Gil could really determine what was going on, Larry had scrawled a signature onto the form.
“So, now what?” Tom asked.
“Assuming everything worked as intended, the growth rate should increase,” Dick said.
“And when will we know if it worked?” Tom asked.
“Well, from what I could tell as I watched our friend here, he was having fairly regular growth spurts every couple of minutes…” Dick replied.
“So, he should be due for another one any time now,” Tom said with a smirk.
“Correct,” Dick said as he checked his watch. “in fact, if my calculations are correct, we should be seeing one right… about… now!”
The previous growth spurts had been intense, but nothing like this. Gil could actually feel himself expanding in all direction. His muscles strained as if trying to outgrow his very skin! His cock surged in size! His nuts sunk lower and lower until they rested on the floor of the subway car and continued to grow. Gil’s heart was pounding. His whole body was shaking, but there was no pain or even fear involved. He was just so excited! He wanted to hide his glee from the trio that now watched him swell rapidly before them, but the large beads of pre that rolled off the tip of his now rock-hard rock betrayed him.
As Gil grew and swelled the whole subway car groaned in protest at the sheer mass it now housed. The bend bent and buckled beneath his massive, meaty backside. Gil landed with a thud on the cold, metal floor beneath as the bench crumbled into shrapnel beneath him. The impact was enough to jostle the entire subway car, causing the emergency lights to kick on and the entire train to start to grind to a halt.
By the time the growth spurt had passed, Gil found himself so massive that his enormous, bulging traps and delts now pressed against the ceiling of the subway car even though he was seated on the floor. His body was now wider than the trio of gym rats that now ogled him appreciatively. Even Gil’s cock was as thick as two of the studs combined and quite a bit longer! Just his rod dwarfed Tom, who was by far the beefiest of the entourage! Either of Gil’s enormous orbs now crested at the trio’s pecs. His balls were now the size of sofas!
Gil’s mind was racing as he took stock of his sheer size. Another spurt like that and he’d completely outgrow the entire subway car! Truth be told, the thought excited him to no end, but he wasn’t thrilled about the possible pain and injury involved in exploding through a layer of solid metal. Not to mention the property damage that he would cause.
The train screeched beneath Gil’s bulk as it slowly limped along to the next stop. His considerable mass had caused the car to tilt so far in one direction that the corner of the car now scraped along the ground and the wheels on the opposite end could no longer touch the rails. Had it not been a straight shot to the next station, the train would have undoubtedly tipped clean over as soon as it hit a turn. Fortunately, the train managed to drag itself to the next platform. The doors soon swung open for the trio and their new enormous test subject.
“I should get out of here…” Gil murmured.
“I agree. Let’s get you somewhere where you can explore the space,” Tom said. Then after a moment of silence that was so heavy with dramatic tension that Gil could have cut it with a knife, Tom added, “After all. Your next growth should be even bigger.”