Just a few seconds after Kendall had left, I was already exploring the dick he gave me. Basically 6 inches of meat swung between my thighs now, another new feeling to me. And what a feeling it is, to have something thick and heavy swinging around, flaunting its big size. I ran a hand across its surface, the big veins that ran across its surface giving it some nice texture. Kendall’s dick was perfect to me. Now came the sad part for me, I had to get dressed again and cover up this bad boy. But that’s a bit difficult when your dick becomes double the size it used to be, my current underwear wouldn’t cut it. Luckily I knew a place I could get some. I pulled on some gym shorts and took off down the street to go see Z.
“Welcome back Charlie, I can sense you’ve already put the first product to good use.” He gestured to my bigger package underneath my clothes. “Strip,” he demanded, though in a pleasant way I was more than happy to oblige.
I pulled them down and he smiled at me, “Well well well, someone got lucky with his first fuck!”
“I have to thank you for that one, Z, but now I’m here for something to cov—” A finger to my lips cut me off.
“Hush, I know exactly what you’re here for, remember?” He spun around and down another aisle, gesturing to follow. We stopped at a rack of undies, more specifically briefs of all designs. I wasn’t the kind of guy to be confident enough wearing a thong or jockstrap, not even with the confidence boost this big dick has given me. But these briefs were exactly what I was looking for. Z handed me a lime green pair, “Here, this pair should suit your bulge nicely. It has extra room for breathability and also enhances the shape to make it more enticing. Try them on.” I slipped them on over my legs and as soon as I placed my goods in the pouch I felt the fabric contour along it, until pushing the sides out to create what I can best describe as a shaped bulge. You know, like it looks stuffed but it’s not. It looked nice and full, which I guess at my size that’s not exactly hard to do. Bonus points because my ass looked fuller, and I’m guessing it was.
“I can tell by that look on your face there’s more. Very well. Come.” Z waved at me to follow him back to the aisles. He stopped in front of a row of arms, like actual people arms. As usual the selection was everything and anything I needed it to be. “Two ways to use these. Either put them on yourself and your body will absorb them like their own. Or whoever you fuck tonight will simply grow a new set of arms identical to their original. The choice is yours, come see me when you’ve decided.”
There was no hesitation from me. All right there was actually a lot going on in my mind. There was a set of arms that looked like they belonged to a gymnast, who was also a tattoo artist and liked to work on himself. Assuming these beefy arms would be heavy I was pleasantly surprised to find they were hollow. Makes sense, duh. Hollow arms to slip on and morph into my own. Sure enough as soon as they were both pulled on there was a moment of extreme suction as they became mine. Another moment later and all my nerves had linked to my new arms. I held them up in disbelief. Huge, dense mountains of inked up muscle; now proud to call them my arms. It was like my arms were supercharged. My old arms fizzled into existence in the spot on the shelf I took these bad boys off of. Guess I can always go back to normal.
Z saw me coming up the aisle to the counter. “Ah excellent choice, Charlie. Por qué no los dos, just like the commercials say. I went ahead and fetched you this tank top to go with your new jock. Off you go, enjoy tonight while it is still young! Do come see me again, I’ve grown quite fond of your fantasies.” And with that I headed back to my apartment. Only I realized that not only was I just wearing the lime green jock, but I was a 90% naked dude carrying a random pair of arms and a tank draped across them. If anyone saw me they would be sure to call the cops and claim I was some kind of deranged serial killer with an arm fetish. That thought was enough to get me to push through, after all the bar and my apartment were in my sight. As I passed the bar a cute couple walked out and let out a whistle after seeing me, red with embarrassment. I stumbled towards the next door but managed to get inside without fucking up.
Climbing the stairs to my apartment while carrying regular everyday groceries was usually enough to mildly wind me. However with these new guns of mine I barely even noticed any faint strain. I was dying to try them out. Luckily a few years ago I impulsively bought a set of hardcore dumbbells that I touched once and decided never again. They were just off the staircase in my storage closet, I just had to figure out where to put these arms. Cue a sharp pain in my crotch. And there go the arms fumbling onto the floor as I stumble and join them shortly after. What the fuck is this and why does it hurt so goddamn bad?? Z’s words flashed in my mind “you lose half size after 24 hours…” Has it already been that long since meeting Kendall? My new arms dug into the jock in an attempt to comfort my aching junk. Sure enough even with my meatier hands I could tell Kendall was fading away. The weird thing for me wasn’t that it just immediately shrank, but the fact that I was looking at 50% me and 50% Kendall. Like our dick’s had a little dick baby who was actually an above-average dick baby. My hands cradled my crotch until the pain eventually faded away after the most excruciating minute of my life. Why had all the other transformations felt so good and this didn’t? Doesn’t matter now, let’s see how these muscles work.
Opening the closet door I was presented with the near pristine weights. They were those all metal ones with the little plates you could add or remove to adjust the weight how you’d like. Perfect for testing my new limits. Well I got a little carried away and added up everything without realizing it, the max weight was 80 pounds which I eagerly reached for. Only to be struggling with it a bit. With enough willpower I started curling, my new arm muscles bulging and burning. It felt so fucking good. Soon enough I was picking up the pace and things got easier and easier. Just a quick 50 reps to get the blood flowing. Speaking of, my dick was reacting to my workout and was standing full mast again, 50% me 50% Kendall, 7.5 inches.
What a fucking rush. My whole body was pumped full of blood and I felt so strong and horny at the same time. I slipped on the tank that Z gave me and it immediately sucked into my body, accentuating my faint pecs and abs. “Huh it really does go with the jock” I whispered to myself. As hot as it was seeing myself like this, policy downstairs was still to be covered. I meandered over to my bedroom and hopped into a pair of (most likely dirty) sweatpants. As soon as those bad boys were over my jock I felt a new odd sensation. I knew that I was still wearing something underneath, but lo and behold there was a sizeable dick print on the front of the sweatpants. That shop never ceased to amaze me. Z had me hooked. A wave of fatigue washed over me just as suddenly as the energized pump had. As horny as I was now, I needed to rest. Tomorrow was a new day.
I woke up early afternoon the next day, my muscles felt rested and I was good to go. Despite sleeping in these clothes and just waking up, I looked ready for the day. I stepped into the hallway and slipped on my shoes. The short walk down to the bar felt eerily quiet for being a Saturday afternoon. Walking into the residents only backdoor, all doubt was soon gone. The place was packed with guys. Then I remembered that Cameron, the owner, implemented a silent hour on Saturdays as sort of a different approach to things. In addition to the golden glass, if you wanted to pick someone up you had to do it mime style. It was a fun and different way to try things out. He saw me shortly and served me up the night’s mystery drink in a golden glass.
Whatever it was wasn’t it, some of the worst flavors mixed together. I looked at him with glaring eyes and he gave a silent laugh. He was a great guy, one of the best looking too. That combo was hard to come by these days. Cameron had been a good friend of mine ever since I moved in, and we both used his home gym together. His progress was always shocking to me. He had started out taller and slimmer than me, but in the three years I’ve resided here he far surpassed me in size. Even my new arms were no match for his own hard earned muscle. The guy was tall, buff, and a total people pleaser. The perfect package. I’d never seen his dick but if it was like the rest of him then I bet it was great too. We never really spoke about our “boys” to each other. I was pretty sure he was straight, which was strange as the owner of a gay bar.
After a few failed attempts from guys trying to mime their way into my pants, I felt a little off about the night. I approached Cam and gave the universal signal for “not feeling it.” He nodded and pat my back as I walked past him to the residents door. Once outside a heavy sigh left my throat and I decided to walk over to see if Z had something to cheer me up.
The bell above the door rang when I stepped inside. Sure enough there was Z at the counter, his perfect pecs pulling at the suspenders strewn along them. He was a great sight to see honestly, he had become a sort of friend to me. A really strange friend that I wasn’t sure was real or not. I held my hand up in a weak wave and he was already on his way over to me. That mesh thong presenting his, or our, dick well; lightly bobbing up and down, left to right as he walked towards me. “I know that look well. Meet me in aisle 14.”
“But I have no idea where that is!”
“You’ll find it. Listen to your heart.” His voice was always mesmerizing. His choice of words were simple yet there was something about it that just made it so calming. I opened my heart and my feet started moving further into the massive mystical shop. Rounding a corner near the back of the store I saw Z’s bubbly ass pointed to the sky as he rummaged inside a chest on the floor. Without looking up he held out a package of what looked like those Listerine pocketpaks.
I snatched it and he stood up. “Your eyes told me there is someone you wish to bond closer to, this will help. Use one of these and the next sentence you speak will sway any man you speak to. Do be careful with your choice however; unlike many things in this shop these have a slight limitation, whoever you use it on will be fully aware at first. Slowly over time their brain will be rewired to accept more of what you say.” Z buddy, I could almost kiss you.
Returning to the bar I opened the pocketpak and placed a strip on my tongue. It was minty with a hint of magic. I saw a group leave before entering. Cam was right near the door clearing off a table of three golden glasses which I assumed belonged to that group I just saw leave, since there was no one else in the bar.
My eyes lit up when I saw him, and he directed his attention towards me. “Hey Cam, let’s go upstairs and hang out. I’m sure it’ll be all right to close up early tonight.” Now that wasn’t worded the best but I didn’t know how else to approach it. He just kind of looked at me for a second before I saw him ease up.
“You don’t know how glad I am that you asked. I needed an excuse to close early, tonights been such a bust I need a break.” His voice was rough but sweet. He locked the door and I grabbed him into an embrace. We were never awkward about supporting each other, in a way we both used each other as a free therapist. He welcomed my new muscular arms across his shoulder. I gave him a quick squeeze as we walked towards the backdoor together. His apartment was to the left of mine, the only two in the building actually. I followed him inside. Before the door even closed he was tearing his uniform off his strong, tall body. Nothing I wasn’t used to, except for when he started to peel off his boxers.
“Cam, when I said hang out I didn’t mean literally hanging out!” He just looked over at me and mouthed ‘oh’ but didn’t stop. Of course I did have the intent of having him fuck me later, but Z’s words made me think that part would take a while. All I could do was stare at the big man I had a crush on slowly continue to remove the last bit of modesty off his toned body. If there was any doubt about liking Cam before, it was all gone. His cock flopped free, a little bit smaller than mine. If I had to guess it was 3.3 inches totally soft.
Speaking of me, I was back to 100% me at this point. It was a bit sad to leave all of Kendall behind but it’s not like I wasn’t still sporting a great dick anymore. Cameron really was the complete package. His dick was the most beautifully shaped rods I’ve ever seen. Just like the rest of him it was impossibly hot. It hung over to the right just a bit and was accentuated by his light dusting of hair that covered most of his body. My mouth was watering at this point.
“Sorry man, you just don’t know how shitty today was. I just really needed to let loose. Hope you don’t mind, I mean we’re both comfortable with each other. If you wanted to, maybe you could join me?” He almost sounded eager for me to do just that. Was what Z gave me working faster than I thought? Well there was no reason to let him be the only naked one if my whole plan was to get him in bed. As I reached back to take off my tank, I felt Cam grab the waistband of my sweatpants and pull them down.
This is moving way quicker than I anticipated, but that wasn’t so much of a bad thing. My jockstrap returned to the previous shapely bulge it was pre sweatpants before Cam and I both tore them off. I glanced down and saw he was now sporting a semi, had I been wrong about him being straight? Seeing him like that turned me on too, and I needed to suck him off.
I knelt down then and there and swallowed his semi. He even tasted perfect, like suede with a hint of sweetness. Cam was reacting well to me sucking his dick, letting out some soft moans. Then he let out a slight yelp before continuing with his moans. At first I didn’t think much of it, but then I saw his arms shift. And then I saw his other arms grab those arms feeling himself up. I was in disbelief and the it hit me, Z told me whoever I fucked tonight would grow a new set if I bought those arms at the store! Blowjobs technically counted as fucking. Cameron’s second set of arms were just as huge as his originals, the only difference being they didn’t copy the sleeve of star tattoos he had on both originals. He wasn’t even aware that he now had four muscle arms, I’m guessing Z forgot to mention that part. It was almost like to Cam, he always had them.
Soon my sucking was too much for him to handle and he shot his load down my throat. It was intoxicating. Cam had one set of arms on his hips and another guiding my head back and forth along his dick. Once he was out of cum I pulled off, wow his dick was a grower. I wasn’t expecting to pull out over 7 inches of cock from my mouth with what had gone in.
Knowing what was about to happen next, I popped two of Z’s pills into my mouth as well as another strip. The pills would react well to the large supply of Cameron’s cum inside my stomach. Wasting no time I spoke out, “That was hot, but why don’t you show me what you can do with that dick, big guy.” He picked me up with his four strong arms and carried me effortlessly to the couch where I waited for him to dominate me. Whether he was soft or rough I didn’t care anymore. All I wanted was him inside me. He gently pushed my dick towards my abs and readied his dick in front of my hole before pushing in. It was heavenly. I started moving my own body to his rhythm and we were perfectly in sync. His large dick filled me up perfectly, and my words earlier were wearing off on him. I had no doubt in my mind he was already skilled with fucking someone, but now he was even better.
My own dick started building up pressure and I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. The pressure released and I managed to pick my head up enough to watch my dick morphing into Cameron’s skilled fuck stick. It was just as perfect as his, and then it started getting bigger and fatter until it was double thick and 50% longer before I exploded from the pressure build up. My cum shooting out in strong thick spurts I closed my eyes in bliss. Sometime in between spurts I felt a second stream hit my chest and I opened my eyes to see two of Cameron’s extra sized cocks sprouted from my groin. It seemed as though there was an unexpected interaction with the copy pills and the set of arms. How could I complain though? I had two fucking dicks. Cam pulled his out of my red ass and shoved it between my two dicks, joining in on the cum flowing onto my chest. He grabbed my rods and stroked them as he ran more hands along my torso before leaning forward and kissing me.
Our combined cum production was insane. Everything about tonight was insane. Cameron had four hugely muscled arms on his sexy body, and I had two plus sized Cameron dicks on mine. My twin 10.5 inch boners throbbing as they slowly deflated while sandwiched between our bodies. I was going to roll him over before I remembered we were on his couch. Instead I wrapped my arms around his back and down to massage the big globes of muscle that he called his ass. Each cheek was dense and jiggled happily to my touch. He continued to kiss me relentlessly and I thought it wouldn’t get any better than this.
Eventually Cameron eased up and stood up. Holy shit, was he always that big? I swear his body was bigger than before, and he was a good four inches taller. Was that all from me calling him a “big guy” while under the effect of those strips? I stood up next to him, before I would have been eye level with his mouth, he was just an inch or two taller. But now I was looking at the bottom of his adams apple. I couldn’t believe it, I knew the stuff Z gave me was strong stuff, but being able to alter someone with a sentence was nutty. I just grew a man bigger by calling him a big guy. Oddly enough the only thing that didn’t change was his dick. Unless we could his larger dicks that were now on me. Fully soft, my twins were just under 5 inches long. Compared to Cameron, that was a difference of 1.65 inches. Just like with Kendall two nights earlier, he wasn’t at all aware he was staring at his own rod multiplied.
“I gotta say Charlie, tonight was just what I needed. You’ve opened my eyes up to my true self. I had always felt like men were a possibility for me and now I’m sure they are. I’m just hoping whoever I meet is lucky enough to be double hung like you.”