“Oh man,” said David “It’s still happening. I’m still growing.”
“It’s the virus,” I replied. “You’re just still kicking it. “
“I thought after last night …”
“Well, in you it seems more like a two-day bug instead of a 24-hour bug.”
Just as I said that, David shook again with a hot flash and leaned harder on me. I felt David’s weight increasing. David’s lats previously stretching the arm openings in the muscle tee fully, now swelled an inch thicker and inches wider.
Suddenly there was an audible rip. I felt his fever momentarily abate from his now stronger grip on my shoulder. His strength returned, and with an even greater libido. He stood up again. Now he was within 4 inches of being 8 feet tall. His arms, long as they were at his increasing height, just swelled with more muscular mass. It was particularly obvious as David wiped his forehead. His bicep flexing from the simple movement just grew another 3 inches in circumference. At his already giant size David’s size increase was even larger each instance he felt a heat flash. Now though I saw something move in Fred’s kilt. Between his legs.
“Down boy,” I said, as what looked like a giant snake swelled behind the green canvas.
I stood in front of David, hiding the enormous bulge snaking down the fabric of David’s kilt.
“Hi guys!” a voice said. David and I looked down on a 6’2” tall young blond surfer, lanky and ripped, shirtless and cute. “I’m Austin! This is my date Sammy.” Sammy was a slender black man similarly attired as Austin, with a swollen looking crotch just standing there staring at me and even taller David.
“What is it like—?” Austin began.
“To be so hung?” David said aloud. This wasn’t like him. Yesterday—or was it the day before?—he’d been so much more normal. Before I had revealed I was a carrier of a virus that greatly increased a man’s height, muscle, genitals and libido.
Speaking of libido, I knew David wouldn’t last much longer, and neither would I. “Ah heck, let’s all get out of here!” I said.
The two young men followed us, their new giant friends out into the warm summer night. Fortunately I lived on the next block in an old apartment with 12’ ceilings. By the time we all got there David’s muscle tee was shredded.
He tore off the rest of the tatters revealing a muscled hairy body that belonged on a Mr, Olympia—if he were 8 feet tall.
Without words he looked down. Something large and long and swollen was pushing at his kilt. With a snap he undid the fastening and stood naked in his full glory. His cock was huge and long and quickly extended and hardened. He was 9 inches in circumference if not 10, and his length erect was well over 20 fucking inches long.
In seconds the younger men were feeling him up and pulling me into the fun.
They quickly stripped.
It wasn’t long before I shot a load down Austin’s throat and then Sammy’s about 8 minutes later. I was pretty unstoppable. I didn’t even get soft at all before Sammy started in on my swollen giant. I have to say I shot more into Sammy than even the large amount I came for Austin!
Austin was laying across David’s massive prone form, his fingers swirling the hair around his massively enlarged pectorals.
David was using his large new hands to try and stimulate every inch of his gigantic python.
“Oh, Mason,” he kept moaning, his voice now a deep bass that rumbled sexily through the bedroom.
“I’m getting a hot flash Mason!” yelled David, and as he did I felt the heat flare as I touched his forehead and the skin was very hot under my touch. Just then he stretched, splayed out facing up to the ceiling, Austin feeling every inch of his massive pecs. And as he stroked and squeezed, David grew. His legs grew a few inches longer, his arms as well, and then his muscles grew even larger, approaching fantasy proportions. Austin pushed at David’s pecs but they grew larger insistently.
“Wow,” exclaimed Sammy. “What just happened? That’s impossible!”
As David recoiled from the heat he explained, “I have a virus that makes me grow. I can’t seem to shake it!!”
Sammy laughed at the statement. Austin was sweating though. “Is it hot in here?” he asked, “I swear I feel like I’m burning up!!”
I quickly touched his forehead.
“You’ve definitely got a fever!” I told Austin.
He was hot and sweating profusely, but not particularly delirious. “Hah, maybe I have that virus you have!”
I suddenly froze. Could this “fake virus” that I made up to explain away Auntie’s magic and David’s rapid growth into a muscled super hung super man be real? Had I made it a real thing in the real world?
“Well,” I said, “we’ll know soon enough the way you’re burning up so hot!”
“So very hot!” said Austin, throwing himself at me and kissing me passionately. We made out for a few minutes, Austin’s passion was infectious at the least, and only broke apart when I came up for air as it were.
I looked at Austin. He looked about the same. “I don’t think I’m growing at all!” Austin complained.
“The virus affects different people differently! You might not get any taller at all but you might get muscles or a big cock or something else … it was one of the problems the government scientists ran into trying to make it work for military!”
“Military?! Do you think I would look hot in a uniform?” asked Austin.
“Sure, but you’d need a haircut,” said David, watching from across the room.
Sammy had been mostly silent. He was wrapped in a towel for a bit of modesty. He was decently hung but nothing like I or David. Even white blond Surfer Dude Austin was sporting bigger meat than Sammy. Which just proves that stereotypes aren’t always true.
That’s when Austin noticed something. Sammy was sweating profusely as well. He was almost staggering with the fever hitting him. It must have been happening all the while we’d been fussing over Austin.
And then something happened that proved that stereotypes can come true… sometimes in a hot, sexy way. I noticed it first, perhaps, but I thought that Sammy seemed a bit bigger. He wasn’t any more muscular, really, or just taller, he seemed just bigger somehow. And then I saw that the towel he held wrapped around his waist was barely being held pinched together in his fingers. It hadn’t been that small a moment ago, I thought. But then I realised that the towel was the same size, and that Sammy was growing bigger in every direction, proportionally. It was incredibly sexy. Sammy went to shift his weight slightly and that was all it took for his towel to slip free. He grabbed for it clumsily, missing, and the towel hit the floor and Sammy was naked in front of us. He was about 6 inches shorter than my 7 foot height about then. He was a lot taller than 6’2” Austin but he’d been shorter than Austin when we met in the bar. Whatever the virus I made up was doing to Sammy it was happening incredibly quickly.
Sammy stood in front of us, and his cock and balls looked bigger to me. Yes, they were a lot bigger than when I’d had some fun with him about 30 minutes earlier. They looked even bigger than being in proportion with his increasingly larger body. Like for every 1% his body increased in size his genitals increased by 4 or even 5%.
After just a minute of standing there Sammy was suddenly wracked with a feverish wave of heat. He started to sweat, a sheen of sweat covering his body-running rivulets of sweat that looked like he was in a shower! He grew explosively, which is to say that he bent over, bracing his hands on his knees and started breathing in gasping breathes to get some cool air into his lungs. He grew bigger, resting on his knees, bent over, and after another minutes growth he stood up. He was almost at eye level with me. And his features were definitely changed, more masculine, rugged, even dangerous looking perhaps… and his cock was a black torpedo throbbing and growing longer, hanging lower and lower as it grew down his quadriceps towards his knees. As big as his cock was his balls were disproportionately large to that. They were a couple of hanging fruits about the size of large lemons and quickly moving into orange and grapefruit sized territory.
I saw that his skin was still smooth, for the most part, although his pubes were expanding with dense black curly hair. It was super sexy looking with his giant new proportions and his even then oversized cock and balls.
I noticed a bit of hair on his lower abdomen, and a slight treasure trail leading up just to his navel, but his abdominal muscles and pectorals remained obdurately smooth. I then noticed the next change on him. His muscles were beginning to grow—as if he was now a jock model instead of a slim overgrown black young man. Now he was a big man, with a big cock and balls, and his muscles were starting to grow on the biggish size for his proportions. Even a few moments of growth at his increased mass made his biceps expand, as well as his forearms. As his muscles started to grow his cock and balls went into overdrive. He got a foot long erection—at least, and his balls were growing and throbbing and bobbing and swaying in his giant scrotum.
It was terrific. I slow clapped my appreciation. Sammy appraised me with a new fire in his eyes and said, “You’ll have something to applaud about after this fever abates!”
But then it didn’t abate. He gasped and started sweating even more. “Oh man this is too much!” he exclaimed. Sammy tried to stand up straight—and he was now just taller than I was—and he had to lean over again, to lean his weight on his knees, gasping as droplets of sweat rolled off his smooth black body. As he paused between gasps of air, I saw his muscles jump and swell with each gasp, blowing up like a balloon. But the real balloon was his giant black cock, massive now, much larger than a foot and a half long and now thick as a been can.
His shoulder muscles got bigger and bigger and bigger. His traps were huge and growing into mythic proportions. His quadriceps were explosively growing with expanding muscle fibres, corded and ripped under his tight smooth skin.
And yet he still grew bigger all over as well as more muscular. He leaned over, moaned loudly and he just expanded several inches in all directions. He stood up, as if the fever was passing, when it hit him again, freezing him as his muscles contorted and grew… so I got a very good view of his pectorals as they suddenly grew big, then large, then extra large, then extra extra large, and then just plainly massive. His black nipples also were much larger, pulled under his pecs, and pointing downwards sexily. Wow.
That was David. He stood up finally. He said, “Wow.” I looked from him, all 8 foot plus of him to Sammy, and saw that soon they would be of a similar size if Sammy’s growth didn’t abate.
“It’s gotta stop soon!” Sammy panted.
“Why?” I asked. “I said it affected each man or teen differently. Maybe because you’re still in your late teens that the growth is more, because you’re still closer to puberty or something.”
“Oh, man!” Sammy moaned after I said that. I guess it made it true because right then he gasped, “I’m on fire!”
And then David caught him as he started to fall. As David held his sweaty body next to his, his size just continued to increase as Sammy gasped and gasped. Even David seemed to react to the heat coming off of Sammy as David made out with the feverish but turned on stud. Whose cock was easily 21” long and thick as a mayonnaise jar.
“How old are you?” Sammy asked David in between fever attacks.
“I’m in my late 40’s” replied Giant David, who looked to be a teenager himself now.
“But if you’re that big at your age what does that mean for me? I’m only 18!” Sammy said.
“You’re still a growing boy!” I teased Sammy.
“You’ll get yours, Mason!” Sammy said taunted back.
“I can’t wait.” I teased him. To his great credit he managed a laugh, then David found Sammy’s electric nipples, twisted them, and that jump started his fiery temperature and growth.
So perhaps there’s something for us to blame on how large Sammy grew. We teased him and he swelled with growth… his muscles blew up and then hardened as they filled in with new grown fibres. After each increase in muscle, his height seemed to increase… but it wasn’t his height. He was getting thicker and thicker with the overall size increase. That made his muscles and his overall size increase giving him a much greater weight increase and power increase than if he’d just grown muscle. He was a monster muscled massive behemoth giant, or well on his way to one, because when he was several inches taller than David, he was much more massively built. And his cock… his cock… it was 24 full inches and big around as a pickle jar! It bobbed and swelled, drooping just a tiny bit and with clear precum flowing continuously.
I was so busy watching Sammy that it wasn’t until David laid him down with a heavy thump on the giant bed when I looked back over to see how Austin was doing. He was passed out in a chair. He was super hot with fever, even hotter than Sammy perhaps, but it wasn’t manifesting in any noticeable way until I realised that his bushy blond hair was shoulder length and he had black and gold hairs speckled across his body. They were just starting to grow in. How old was this guy? I fished his wallet out and looked. He was only 16. Oh. And 6’2” tall and hung with 9” just for starters and I’d just defined the growth virus as working on youth with a much greater effect. And Austin was three years younger than Sammy.
I felt his body to see how hot we was all over and I noticed his muscles were hard … really hard, like steel almost. Weird. I thought nothing of it but I should have realised what it might mean for his strength.
“Wake him up!” I shook him a bit but he only moaned. I grabbed his cock and stroked it. I felt it swell with growth in my hand and it worked. The sexual stimulation wakened Austin.
“Ooooh Mason!” he moaned. Well, at least he was conscious, I think. David brought him a large glass of water. He drank, and then he drank another. And another. And one more. And then another.
His stomach was bloated and we stopped him. Slowly the fluid was absorbed into his muscles and he started to perspire like Sammy had. He was still hot and then it happened. I had said that the virus affected all men differently, and that younger men more than older… and David was past middle age… so suddenly I saw Austin… flow. He because almost indistinct as he grew quickly. He was about 6 inches taller in just a few moments. And it wasn’t stopping. He grew wider and a bit taller, wider and a bit taller, That was the pattern of growth I noticed. So that meant… that Austin was going to be very wide and very tall and… our own blond hunky hulk. Oops.
I noticed first his bubble butt swelling with muscle, and soon the muscled growth was spreading all over his body, which made his wide build even wider with every panting breath that he gasped. His ass twitched a flexed and grew, as did his muscles. He was about 6’6” tall but already almost as wide as David. Wow. What had I done? My selfish desires had possibly destined these young men to a life as freaks. And I was powerless to stop it. I felt as if I couldn’t break the rules I had already invented. But I wanted to find some way to mitigate the fantastic growth I was witnessing. Or I thought I did. But what could stop Austin and Sammy’s phenomenal growth? What could I do? Maybe….
“Water!” Austin gasped. “Get me to the shower!”
“Of course! that might cool him off. I picked him up, he was already heavier than I but not nearly as tall by 6 inches. As I lifted his heft I felt some of his heat transfer to me and I started to sweat a bit. I didn’t think much of it at the time.
I stuck Austin in the shower and told David to spray down Sammy with the garden hose. David picked up Sammy in a fireman’s carry, and as he hoisted the giant I noticed him straining and sweating. Again I didn’t think anything about it.
Both David and I got that sweat… that virus infected sweat… all over us.
I twisted on the shower and the cold water hit Austin. He yelped but it helped. He stood up as tall as he could under the shower. Damn if he wasn’t about 7’6” tall already.
As the water flowed over him, he stopped growing bigger but his muscles kept getting bigger and bigger. He was rocking back and forth, as if something was hurting, and I saw that his 7” softy was swinging lower and lower with each swing. Somehow the cold had ended his overall size increase but he was still growing muscle and cock faster than ever… probably. I had to do something. “The growth is stopped but you’re going to keep growing bigger muscle and cock until your body is maxed out at this size!” I said loudly to Austin. “Do you understand??”
He nodded yes. He swelled until he overfilled the shower stall. But then his growth stopped.
I helped him out. It took three towels to dry this muscle monster’s massive hide. But after a while he was cool and dry.
He looked cooler than I felt after dragging him around the house. Well, he weighed more than twice what I did. So I was sweating a bit on my own!!
In the meantime, David had carried Huge Sammy out of the house onto the back lawn and hosed him down. He was just as successful as I, probably because I’d thought of the rules and said them out loud. But would it cure the fever in these young men? Because Austin was a giant overgrown muscled Tarzan, but Sammy—Sammy was a giant, black, muscled monster, huge, thick, tough looking, macho, and I also noticed his ass was smooth still but he had some black curly hair on the back of his upper legs and even just a sprinkling on his quadriceps. Sammy was hung bigger than any fantasy I’d yet encountered, and his muscle was hard, thick, ripped, corded, and strong. And most of all, he was just huge. Massive. Almost gigantic. Over 8 feet tall, we discovered when we measured the “boys” as he joked his height standing was 8’8” tall. He wouldn’t fit in any normal sized buildings. He’d need to have a palace made, or perhaps build it himself with his incredible strength.
But I wondered where this came from, this fantasy? Was this something from my subconscious? But no, I knew myself better than that. Sammy explained it himself. He’d been bullied as a gay teen and had wished that he’d been that stereotype to protect himself and his “imaginary” boyfriend. This was long before he’d met Austin.
What, I’d asked Sammy, was in his mind when he thought of a boyfriend way back when he was wishing he was this giant hulking black muscle monster? It was something very much like what Austin had turned into, it turns out. Hung, but not so hung as Sammy. Tall, but not so tall as Sammy. But thick and wide and muscled and hairy with an amazing muscled ass and a versatile bottom. So that was what the virus did to these young men with my “rules.” It made them into a version of some fantasy buried into their subconscious. But what did that mean for David and I?
Was this David’s dream, to be not only hung but hugely hung with a young face and body tall enough and muscled enough to hold that much cock?
What about me? I knew I was a size queen, I’d had my experience with ginger haired Jim the Mr Olympia sized bodybuilder, only we’d been more… human sized. I’d been tall then, and black, although that hadn’t been a fantasy of mine it was of Jim’s. So now I was seeing some pattern in this. But what about David? Even now, he was staring enviously at Sammy’s enormous size Perspiration was beading on David’s forehead, and I too felt beads of sweat on my body threatening to turn into rivulets.
And that was when David flushed red and asked, “Is it hot in here or is it just me?”
“Yes it feels hot in here,” I replied.
“Come on, Mason,” said Sammy. “Don’t be a tease, it’s not even warm.”
David and I looked at each other. “Oh, uh oh,” David said. “I think…” and then he reeled as the fever hit him, hard and fast this time.
“It must be a reinfection of a stronger strain from Sammy!” I declared. Uh, oh. What did I just say? I introduced the idea that the strain of mutant virus was stronger and faster than what David had caught originally. Now David was feeling the effects—as was I—reinfection of a much stronger strain!
David started gasping for air. He was seated at a table, and his shirtless torso was above it and his already huge arms spread out… and then I saw it. His arms were getting longer. David was growing.