Landon awoke a little before noon, still sticky from the night before and grossly comfy, rolled in his blanket and curled in a ball so that his feet didn’t dangle from the bedframe—something that was not normally a problem for him. His dick was rock hard, rubbing against his abs. He absentmindedly rubbed himself and was soon rewarded by easily three cups of hot spunk, spreading on his belly and soaking through his blanket and mattress. Landon immediately regretted his orgasm as he realized he might have ruined his bedclothes and stained his mattress. He tried to stand up and discard his blanket at the same time. He had a moment of vertigo as he stood up his full 6’8” (2m7), almost a foot taller than usual. As he stumbled to maintain his balance, his rapidly deflating monstercock, now free from the blanket burrito, swayed between his legs, sending fat drips of cum crashing noisily on the floor, carpet, and nightstand.
“Fuck,” he groaned, looking at the mess he’d made.
Landon was breathing hard. Everything felt smaller than he was used to. His body was feeling heavy and stiff. His arms were pushing against his lats to go to the side of his body, his pecs were heavy on his torso, his genitals were weighing heavily from his crotch. He was too panicked by those new feelings to register how nice they felt to him. He stumbled to his bathroom, his footsteps heavy on the wooden floor, his pecs bouncing up and down, his fat, slick cock slapping on his thighs.
As he turned on the light of the bathroom, his reflection appeared in the mirror. Landon stared. His face was more or less the same, though with a very bad case of bed hair, but underneath that, his body was one of a gigantic competitive, ‘roided out bodybuilder with a tight waist and heavy cock and balls. The surreal events of the past night resurfaced. The insanely hot middle eastern man, the crazy steamy sex, the growth. It all felt impossible, yet the memories were crystal clear… and his body was proof enough. Landon was halfway between panic and ecstasy. He had a body he would never have dared dream of having, but the change was so violent.
He explored his body, awkwardly flexing, feeling himself. It wasn’t exactly like the man he fucked last night: Landon’s body was more massive, more ripped, though when relaxed it felt firmer and denser. When he flexed, it was solid rock with a soft skin layer on top. As he cupped his pecs, lust suddenly overtook him. His cock inflated rapidly, reaching its hard footlong state, his balls dropping an inch lower at the same time swelling with seed.
Landon stepped in the shower, his wrist-thick hardon leading the way. As he drew the shower curtain he took in how cramped it now felt. He bent as best he could to turn on the water. The sensations were startlingly different from usual. He was so tall and wide that his body blocked the hot water from pouring over both sides of his body. He had to turn around to get his back wet. He then grabbed his soap and started worship himself a he cleaned himself. He soon realized he not only could no longer reach his back, he had to contort to get to his ass to clean it. He was musclebound and it felt… amazing. He stroked his dick while he rinsed himself and soon enough he orgasmed in his shower, pumping a literal gallon of thick cum in his tub. It took him a solid minute to reel himself back in from his earth-shattering orgasm. He basked in the hormone-induced bliss, occasionally giggling and shivering at the sensory overload.
“What do you mean, ‘he’s gone’?” she said.
She was gorgeous. Today she had the appearance of a flaming redhead in her late twenties, long slick deep red hair neatly parted on the side framing a perfectly regular heart-shaped face on which shone two emerald eyes adorned with a sixties’ like trait of black eyeliner. Her body was straight out of a retro pinup calendar and so was her black snakeskin faux-vintage dress. Lamia was Damon’s best friend and one of the most renowned Major Lust Demons.
“He left while I was asleep,” Damon said.
He was feeling embarrassed. Lamia had dropped by his place to congratulate him. If anyone could help get his hands back on Landon, it was her. So he had to tell Lamia the whole awkward story, and it wasn’t helping that after almost 24 hours of being in a sexed male body he was starting to think in terms of hes and shes. He hated those simplistic human genders, but for now he’d have to roll with it.
“And this is why you leave Lust to Lust demons,” she said flatly after listening to the whole story. “Though I confess you did quite an amazing job creating your body, that is quite the honey pot,” she added with professional appraisal. “I’d vouch for you. Should you ever apply to a position in the Lust department… though you’d have to be able to handle an orgasm to work with us,” she said with a wry smile.
“Thanks for the compliment, but if I don’t find Landon fast I won’t be unemployed. I’ll be dead.”
“Landon?! Calling your pet by its name! That’s sooooo cute,” she roared with laughter.
Damon felt himself blush. One more thing to hate about human bodies.
“Well, that’s quite simple,” she said. “Ignore the CDeA messages for now. They’re so slow, it’ll take them weeks to notice you’ve lost your unregistered incubus. Assuming he doesn’t make a mess, or pose an exposure threat. You’ll just need to retrieve him quickly and bring him back to the underworld with you.”
“That’s all fine and dandy, but how do I find him?” Damon said.
“For fuck’s sake, you’re a hunter demon! Finding an incubus in the real world is like hunting a fucking blue whale in a bathtub. The hard part will be getting to him before another hunter demon does…”
Toweling up had been an ordeal for Landon, but it was nothing compared to getting dressed. Landon spent an hour going through his wardrobe before finally accepting the fact that none of his clothes would decently, or comfortably, fit. None of the clothes that weren’t destroyed in the process of dressing, that is. He ended up wearing an old pair of black lycra pants he’d bought for the gym but never dared to wear, and a grey tank top that had once been loose on him. The lycra pants were stretched to their limit, his skin visible through the thinned out fabric. The waist would have been comfy enough if it wasn’t for his huge package pushing at the front—he had to go commando and he was giving major dickprint. The tank top was simply ridiculous, stopping a few inches under his pecs, it looked like a 90’s crop top. But he couldn’t do any better with only his own clothes.
Making a phone call wasn’t exactly easy either. Landon managed to make his boss’ number after 5 attempts, his enlarged fingertips pressing multiple numbers every time. He then found out that thanks to his biceps and shoulders he couldn’t comfortably get the phone to his ear. He had to put it on speaker.
“Yes Landon, what is it?” came the annoying voice of his boss.
“Er, hey Jeremy. Yeah… I might be a bit late this morning,” stuttered Landon “I have a little health issue I need to take care of this morning.”
“You okay? You sound terrible,” said Jeremy flatly.
“Well, I need to get a few things sorted ASAP. But I’m okay, I’m not contagious or anything. I’ll be there, maybe mid-morning? I’ll catch up those hours.”
“Yeah, don’t worry, take your time. See you later,” Jeremy said as he hung up.
Landon was relieved—that went better than expected. Given the fact that his boss tended to be a kind of toxic tyrannical, rigid, power-crazed, psycho asshole, it definitely had gone a lot better than expected.
As soon as he left the house to go clothes shopping, Landon became conscious of how exposed and obscene he was looking, but also of how hungry he was. He decided to go first to his favorite coffee shop on the corner of the street. He was grabbing coffee and breakfast there almost every morning and had a crush on the cute barista that normally took his order. He was both scared and excited to show his new body to the cutie behind the counter but in the end hunger prevailed.
It turned out the cute guy didn’t even recognize him. Worse than that, he wasn’t impressed by Landon. Ill at ease, slightly disgusted, but definitively not impressed. Landon sat at a corner table with a huge-ass bucket of coffee and a tray full of pastries (3 cinnamon rolls, 4 cream-filled donuts, and 2 deep fried apple pie pockets) stuffing his face and trying to ignore the sickened faces of the patrons and staff. He polished off his tray in a just few minutes and left in a hurry. His belly had slightly rounded outward with all the food but he wasn’t satisfied. All the greed inside him made him want more food to feed his body. On his way to the store he stopped by a fitness and bodybuilding supplement store. As he walked in the guy behind the counter gawked at him. He made his way to a fridge where protein bars and drink were stocked.
“Can I help you dude?” asked the cashier.
“Yeah,” answered Landon. “Just had breakfast but it wasn’t really enough. I’m looking for something to get my fill with.” He said rubbing his little belly.
“Well, those are nondairy protein drink made for slow absorption, so it’ll help you feel satiated. And the chocolate peanut butter bars just there are super tasty and will give you a bit of sugar and fast absorption proteins,” said the assistant.
Landon was looking at the items and at the young guy from the store. His name tag said Garry. Not exactly handsome, or pretty, or cute. Rather ugly, actually, but the sort of ugly guy that groomed and styled himself thoroughly and hit the gym religiously hoping that beefing up would get him laid. An excellent strategy, Landon thought—he had a soft spot for that kind of guy. He guessed Garry was around 190 pounds of shredded muscle. He felt himself start to chub.
“Sounds cool, I’ll have both,” he said while grabbing a gallon of the drink and dozen of chocolate bars.
They proceed to the counter, Garry literally drooling over the massive Landon. Landon paid while chewing on two protein bars at the same time.
“Mind If I drink a bit now? I really need it,” Landon said uncorking the gallon of protein drink.
The cashier shook his head as Landon started chugging down the thick, sickening vanilla flavored drink. Garry had come around from behind the desk and was standing next to Landon watching in awe as the muscle giant’s belly stretched further. He laid his hand on Landon, unable to resist the god in front of him. Landon looked down on his little worshipper and raised and flexed an arm. Garry moaned and suddenly he was aware of the monster tenting Landon’s lycra. He stared mouth agape. Landon chuckled, stuffing three more bars in his mouth while pulling on his lycra to free his monster cock. Gary started massaging Landon, his muscles, his cock. Kissing the foot-long monster, the muscles. Garry, who had always identified as straight, found he was ecstatic to feel all those muscles and all that manliness. Landon finished the drink and tossed the empty bottle while stuffing the remaining bars in his mouth one after the other. He was stuffed. It all felt so good, he let himself go and rewarded his worshipper with a copious load of cum (while Garry blew a little wad in his own pants). His gut receded as his body spasmed, dispatching all the matter in his belly toward his muscles. According to the pact with Damon, his greed was being rewarded with more muscle. And as he reached 363 pounds (165kg), his lycra finally tore giving way to his 34 inch quads (83cm) and his tank top ripped as his pecs grew until his chest reached a whopping 63 inches (1m58). Garry was so engrossed into worshiping the massive monster that he didn’t even realize Landon had grown right in front of him.
“I’m gonna need some gym clothes too,” said Landon still catching his breath. “The biggest and baggiest you have, li’l dude”.
Damon felt the orgasm like it was his. It actually was his orgasm, and he now had a copious, sticky mess in the crotch of his jeans to attest to it. He had connected with Landon as the man climaxed. He had seen it all. The store, the fit worshipper, the ruined carpet… and he knew exactly where Landon was at that very moment.
“Got you,” he said to himself.
He rapidly changed clothes and left for the real world, hoping to catch the trail before it got cold.
Landon was looking into a mirror in the big and tall store. The mood wasn’t the same as in the supplement store. The clerk beside him was nervous and having a hard time hiding how unnerved he was by Landon’s massive body. Landon was equally uneasy, as his new size made him very self-conscious. He was so obvious, so sexual, and he had no idea how to deal with it when people weren’t worshiping him. Which would be most of the time, given the nasty stares he’d gotten since this morning.
The new outfit wasn’t really helping. He had ditched the oversized shorts and string top he’d hastily bought before leaving the supplement store for a more professionally appropriate attire. And though it was the best that could be done it was hardly professional, and hardly appropriate. The light blue shirt had to be open to the middle of his pecs, preventing him from wearing a tie, and it was clinging to his body, making every muscle painfully obvious. The dark blue slacks were comfy, though stretched over his massive legs like yoga pants. The outfit was complete with black leather shoes the clerk had to tie for Landon because he couldn’t reach his feet.
“That’ll have to do,” Landon said.
“We can have the extra shirts and pants by Wednesday,” said the clerk. “They’ll fit your frame better and you should be able to close the collar for a tie. We do have safety ties to clip on the collar, it might helpful since …errr…. you might not be able to …reach. Your neck… ” he ended awkwardly as they walked (swayed in Landon’s case) to the cash desk.
“That is a good idea. Can you get me three in different colors?” Landon said blushing.
He paid for his order, collected a paper bag with his gym clothes, and made a beeline for the subway to get to work. It was a rather unpleasant trip. Everything felt too small and cramped. People were staring disapprovingly, muttering nasty comments and avoiding him. To make thing worse, he broke his phone. He’d griped the thing a bit too strong while trying to answer a call. The damn thing got crushed like an empty beer can at a frat party. Probably his furious boss anyway.
The smell of semen was still lingering in the store, despite the efforts of Garry to mop the floor with a liberal amount of bleach. He was sweaty from the worship session and from all the cleaning afterward. He was pondering on what this morning’s session meant about his sexuality when a man barged in the store. The already sexually confused Garry felt himself get hard as he watched the middle eastern guy that had just came in. He was big (though nothing like the man this morning), gorgeous, and incredibly magnetic.
“Hello sir,” he said with a deep soothing voice. “I’m looking for an unusually large man that visited your store today.”
He produced a police badge and showed it to Garry. He looked thoroughly at the fit clerk, a look that meant “I-know-he-was-here-and-I-know-what-you-did”. The man radiated charm and authority. Garry was painfully hard and wet and his brain starting to play fantasies of being dominated by this man. He gulped hard, trying to focus to answer the man in front of him.
“Y-yes… d-did he d-d-do anything b-bad?” Garry stuttered.
“No, but I need to find him quick. For his own safety.”
“He-he d-did f-fill a-f-f-f-form fo-f-for a loyalty c-card,” Garry said.
Proud to obey and be useful, he went to his computer searching for Landon’s entry. The man moved right behind him; much closer than necessary. Garry could feel the guy’s sizeable package nestle right above his own perky ass. The guy was looking past Garry’s shoulder at the screen. Garry could feel the guy hot breath on his neck. The big guy put his hand on the one Garry had on the mouse, browsing the form by using Garry’s own hand.
“Good. That’ll help me a lot. Thank you,” he purred in Garry’s ear.
He left leaving Garry out of breath and ready to burst behind his desk.
Once he was out on the street, Damon took out his police badge. It shifted form and became a phone, and he searched for Lamia in the contacts list and sent her the coordinates of the store and a message: Check that place for a nice beefy closeted submissive bi guy ripe for harvesting. Have fun ;)
Still smiling to himself, he dialed the number that the store had given him from Landon’s information. It rang a few times, there was some strange commotion, and then it disconnected. He re-dialed, but the call now went straight to voicemail. Damon sighed. At least he still had Landon’s address.
The security guys at the entrance of the building had looked at him suspiciously, the receptionist couldn’t hide how disgusted she was when he greeted her, and his colleagues simply gasped and stared. Landon didn’t even make it to his cubicle after reaching his floor. Landon wanted to rush to his cubicle and hide there but he was intercepted by Jeremy. Jeremy wasn’t very much wider than one of Landon’s legs. Not very much taller either. Yet Landon felt his heart sink as his boss did a double take seeing the recently overgrown Landon.
“Landon, glad to see you’re doing fine and you’re finally with us,” Jeremy said without breathing and with an absolute disregard for punctuation.
“Morning. Yeah, sorry, I had… ”
“Can you come to my office? Now,” Jeremy interrupted.
He had a blank stare, his smile automatic and utterly out of place on his otherwise closed face. That wasn’t good. Landon sheepishly followed his boss toward the glass office at the other end of the floor. He was now seeing the cubicles from above and that new point of view was particularly depressing. His colleague were looking at him with worry, disgust, disbelief or a mix of all three. Part of him was amused to allow the monster he was now to be bossed around by the puny asshole in an ill-tailored suit strutting in front of him.
They entered Jeremy’s office, the boss closing the door and blinds behind Landon and gesturing for him to sit in the chair facing his desk. Said chair creaked under Landon’s weight and, much to Jeremy’s annoyance, he was almost eye level with Landon now that he was seated. Jeremy half sat nonchalantly on the front of his desk, trying and failing to look relaxed and assertive.
“You know why you’re here, Landon,” Jeremy said.
“I… took too long to come in this morning?” Landon asked as innocently as he could.
Jeremy let an annoyed sigh escape him. His face was contorting trying not to show how irritated he was by Landon.
“Listen, I’m gonna have to let you go,” Jeremy said. “We can’t have you roaming around the office like—” He made an annoyed gesture in Landon’s general direction. “—that!”
“Ha. Yes,” Landon answered. “I’m sorry about the outfit, I can’t find my size off the racks. But I’m getting tailored outfits later this week so…”
“Don’t,” Jeremy interrupted. “I don’t want to hear any excuses. I don’t care about you getting outfits to cover—” He made another indescribable gesture toward Landon. “—this! We can’t have you around the office like that, period. Have you seen the commotion you caused when you arrived? No one inflates overnight like you did. Need I remind you that we got a very strict no-drug policy that you signed when we hired you? So you can leave now or we can have a mandatory drug check before we kick your freak ass out of here.”
Landon slowly stood up and took a step forward Jeremy. He was towering over him menacingly. He tilted his head down to look his boss in the eyes, his wide shoulders rolled forward forming a closed space around his boss and his pecs bunched up giving his body an intimidating shape. Jeremy’s his heart visibly sank, and Landon smiled softly. God, he was gonna love that.
“Bring the cup that I need to pee in, buddy,” he said softly—almost seductively. “Make that a bucket, actually, ‘cause you got that freak part right. Guess what? You won’t find any drugs or shit in it. You think I’m high on ‘roids? Bad news buddy, I’m not. I wouldn’t be growing that fast if I was and yes, buddy, I’m probably not done growing. I know you already find me disgustingly big.” Landon loomed closer to Jeremy. “But more than disgusted you’re frightened. Frightened that the illusion of power you had over me is gone. Now, it’s just you versus me with raw physical force. And, buddy, it ain’t looking that good for you.”
Landon leaned further in, laying his palm on the desk each side of Jeremy. Bringing his muscular body just a few inches of his boss. The power he had at this moment was intoxicating. He wanted more.
“If you’re scared and grossed out now buddy, just wait till I grow even bigger. Maybe you’ll even see it with your own eyes. Actually… I think I’m about to make an example… unnnnghh.”
The greed inside Landon swelled up.
Landon’s speech was rewarded by the weirdly recognizable sound of a grown-up pissing himself, that wet, cascading, muffled sound of a pint of piss soaking through business slacks and dripping on a cheap office carpet. Landon straightened himself, taking a step back, looking triumphantly down on Jeremy.
“I think I’ll take my afternoon then,” smiled Landon “You cover me for skipping work and I’ll cover you for pissing yourself. See you tomorrow morning, boss—and don’t forget the bucket. I would hate to further ruin your office carpet.”
Landon left the glass office with a big smile on his face and spring in his step. His heavy pecs bounced in rhythm. It felt so good he was oblivious to all the stares he got from his coworkers. Going home seemed like the best course of action. He wanted out of his clothes, to maybe rub one out, or ten, and rest. He was pondering last night, thinking he shouldn’t have left Damon’s place. That guy ought to know what happened, he might have even helped Landon get more. But Landon had been out of his head after sex and the end of the evening still felt surreal and blurry.
By the time he entered his flat he had made up his mind, he’d go back to the bar he was in the night before and try to find Damon. He was so into his head that he didn’t notice straight away the muscular figure sprawled on his couch.
“You’re home early honey. Lucky me,” purred Damon.
Landon laughed, low and guttural. “Lucky you indeed,” he growled.
Not bothering to understand how and why Damon was in his living room, Landon pounced on the hunky demon, kissing him deeply and ripping his clothes from his body.
Garry was closing his store. He had waited for this moment the whole day. He had noted Landon’s phone number from his loyalty registration form. He dialed the number and was crestfallen when it went straight on voicemail. Before the recorded message ended he felt someone grabbing his phone from him, softly but firmly and irresistibly. He turned around and was suddenly facing a man as massive as Landon was. Impossibly tall, wide, and muscular. He had gorgeous red hair with emerald green eyes. He was so stunning, his crisp white t-shirt emphasizing the volumes of his chest and his tight raw jeans hugging his monster legs and cupping an obscene bulge. Garry didn’t notice the odd and out-of-style snakeskin boots the man wore. The muscular giant was looking down on Garry smiling warmly as he hung up the call and handed the phone back to Garry.
“Forget about that Landon dude. He isn’t for you. But don’t be sad, cutie. I’d be happy to take care of you.” Lamia said tentatively.