Teacher’s testimony

by Six Pecs

A teacher testifies to having been part of the inner circle surrounding a young man with godlike powers.

My name is Jeremy Russo. I was part of the inner circle surrounding a young man with godlike powers. It’s hard to believe, but it’s true. I was in his thrall for so long, unable to speak out, unable to tell anyone outside his circle. The things I’ve seen. The things I’ve been. It’s hard to know where to begin. I suppose it’s best to start at the beginning which seems so long ago. I was one of the few who knew him before he acquired his superhuman abilities. I was his math teacher.

When I met him, he was a normal boy. He lived out in the country with his dad. His mother died when he was five years old, and his dad raised him alone. He has assumed so many identities since, but back then his name was Derek Masterson.

I taught him his junior and senior years at our small-town high school. He wasn’t particularly gifted academically, but with his good looks and charm, he could bullshit his way through most of his classes. Unfortunately, math doesn’t care about good looks or charm, and he truly lacked the ability to grasp the content his first time taking my class, so he had to repeat it. By his senior year he had really grown into his good looks. He stood about six feet three inches tall. He had an athletic build, great hair, and an unbelievably beautiful face. He turned eighteen years old in November of his senior year.

The first sign that something had changed with Derek was after we returned from Spring Break. Suddenly, Derek was getting perfect scores on every assignment and test. I quickly ruled out cheating because he could demonstrate genuine understanding of the content when prompted. At the time, I didn’t question it further. I had no reason to suspect anything was amiss.

The first time Derek used his new abilities with me was in my house on a school night in April of his senior year. I was 35 years old at the time, and I lived alone. I was asleep in my bed when I awoke in the middle of the night. At first I just laid there with my eyes closed, savoring the warmth under my covers, hoping I would fall back asleep. Then I smelled a strange odor waft over to me from the foot of my bed. It smelled like men’s sweat and cum with notes of turmeric, cannabis and clove. The stench made me horny. I opened my eyes and scanned the room for the source. As my eyes darted around the dark bedroom, I noticed the shadow of a tall figure at the foot of my bed. Startled, I quickly sat up in my bed and scrambled to turn on my bedside lamp.

Newly illuminated in the dim, warm light of the lamp, I saw Derek standing at the foot of my bed. His frame towered over my bed. He was wearing a white, sleeveless crop top that accentuated his bulging biceps and exposed his washboard abs, and a pair of black gym shorts that cut off mid-thigh. He wore his shorts low so that the top bit of his pubes were poking out the top of his shorts. It was obvious from his large bulge that his soft, fat cock was dangling free. Also, the cockhead was poking out from the bottom of the right leg of his shorts.

“Derek?” I asked incredulously. I was still a bit groggy.

“Hey Mr. Russo,” replied Derek with his eyebrows raised and a sheepish grin.

Waking up, I began to rattle off questions. “What are you doing here? How did you get inside my house?”

“It’s okay, Mr. Russo.” interrupted Derek with a firm yet soothing tone of voice. “Everything’s fine. You can relax.”

I felt myself relax immediately at his command. I found the sound of his voice comforting. I stared into his beautiful eyes as he let out a sigh of relief.

“I, uh…” Derek began. “I sorta followed you home and snuck into your house behind you. You, uh… didn’t notice.” He had an almost pleading expression as he explained, “I’m gay now, and uh… you’re the only gay man I know about, so um…”

“So, you want to talk?” I asked.

“I want to have sex!” he blurted out. He looked a bit embarrassed as soon as he said it, but I could see he was eager. He was so cute, I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. The combined power of Derek’s voice and the stench had me thinking in that moment I would love nothing more than to fuck this twink’s brains out, but I knew better.

“No,” I said with a smirk. “We can’t have sex.”

“Why not?” asked Derek indignantly, “I’m eighteen!”

“You’re my student,” I explained. “I’m your teacher. It would be unethical, and I could lose my job.”

“What about my dad?”

“What about your dad?”

“Could you have sex with my dad?” he asked. “Would that be unethical?”

“No, that would not be unethical,” I replied. “I could have sex with your dad if we both gave consent, even if you are my student.”

“Awesome!” exclaimed Derek. “Watch this!”

I watched in amazement as Derek’s frame shrank down a few inches. His muscles became less defined and his abs disappeared as layers of fat began to appear on his belly. His arms and legs got skinnier. He appeared to be rapidly aging before my eyes. His hair partially turned gray. His face aged as it slowly morphed into his father’s image. After about a minute the transformation finished, and where Derek once stood, now stood his 42-year-old father, Gary. He was still wearing the same crop top and gym shorts, but his clothes changed slightly with his body. They were now tailored to fit his new figure. His cock was still just as big as before, still poking out from the bottom of the right leg of his shorts.

I gasped in disbelief, and as I inhaled, the stench overtook me. Suddenly my mind was in a hyper-suggestible state; I could believe virtually anything to be possible. Derek morphing into his father in front of my eyes while standing at the foot of my bed in the middle of the night was no cause for concern, but it did excite me.

“You’re going to be okay, Mr. Russo.” he said in that same soothing tone from before, but this time it was Gary’s voice which spoke. “It’s me, Derek’s father, Gary Masterson. Derek was here, but now I am. I’m gay now, and I want to have sex with you.”

“Is it really you, Mr. Masterson?” I asked, “or are you still Derek really?”

“Does it really matter?” retorted Gary, “If anyone were to catch us, they’d just see Mr. Masterson and Mr. Russo. Derek is nowhere in this picture. But no one’s gonna see this anyway Mr. Russo, and I know you won’t tell a soul.”

I soaked in every word uttered by the man in front of me. I marveled at the way his mannerisms and speech were just like Gary’s. He was right. There was no discernible difference between the real Gary Masterson and the man right there in the bedroom. I could have sex with this man, but I knew I could possibly have what I really wanted. And in my mind, at that time, anything was possible.

“How did you do that?” I asked.

“How did I change from Derek to me?” he asked me. I nodded my head yes.

“This sounds crazy,” he said, “but I have superpowers now. I can basically turn into any man I want.”

“If you can turn into any man you want,” I said as I leaned forward toward him, “I want you to turn into me. Become me, and I’ll have sex with you.”

He smiled as he bent down and placed his hands on my bed. As he crawled toward me on my bed, he transformed. His father’s features reshaped into my own features as the parts of his face/my face resettled into place. Another minute and the transformation was complete. He was my perfect doppelganger, with one massive exception hanging between his legs.

I lost all sense of self control. I threw off my covers and jumped on him. Before I even landed in his arms, the clothes he was wearing had vanished without a trace, and his penis produced an instant erection. My mouth met his as we embraced and made out, mashing our boners together. I had a straight, seven-inch cock with a slight surfboard shape, but his was twice the length and twice the girth as mine. For a moment I just closed my eyes and took in the bliss of making out with my own face while humping a cock that dwarfed my own.

I broke the kiss to sit back to sit back and marvel at the male body in front of me. He took his cock with both his hands and held it close to his chest. Its large, flared tip reached all the way up to the midpoint between his nipples. His testicles—each the size of a lemon—hung low and rested on the bed. He began to stroke his cock, but he never took his eyes off my eyes. I studied his cock and compared it to mine. Given its dimensions, I estimated his cock was about three and a half times more massive than mine. He must have noticed my puzzled expression, because he asked, “What’s the matter?” His voice sounded exactly like mine: deep and obviously gay.

“Why is your cock so much bigger than mine?” I asked with envy.

“It’s better this way,” he replied matter-of-factly.

“But you’re supposed to be me,” I said pouting, “You’re not me with a cock that big.”

“I’m the version of you with a fifteen-inch cock,” he explained, “and trust me, you are going to love how all this cock feels inside you.”

His words had an immediate effect on my mind. My envy dissolved into excitement. Up to that point in my life I had never taken anything as large as his cock, but I believed it was possible for me to take that monster pole up my tight asshole. I knew it would not hurt me. I wanted him to fuck me so bad.

“Fuck me!” I moaned pleadingly as I brought my legs up and leaned back to reveal my hungry hole.

“Oh, I will.” he replied with a mischievous grin, “but first, I’ll have to loosen you up a bit.”

He got down on the bed, on his stomach and his cock, and brought his head with my face down to my ass. He used his hands to lift me up by the ass and push my buttcheeks out of his way before he started licking my asshole. I closed my eyes and lay on my back in ecstasy. He stuck his tongue inside me, and it expanded as it flexed in odd ways. This continued on for some time. As he maneuvered his tongue around the edges, I felt my hole expand as he worked his mouth further into me.

Finally, he pulled back. I opened my eyes and watched him sit back on his feet. His huge erection pointed straight at my face. I scrambled to sit upright. My mouth was immediately drawn to his cock. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took as much of the huge cockehead into my mouth as I could. Precum flowed into my mouth and down the sides of his cock like a fountain. I wrapped both my hands around his cock and stroked it vigorously. I felt his legs and arms wrap around me as he embraced me. He started kissing me on my neck as I worked on his cock. He moaned in pleasure.

Then I felt both of his hands grab me by the waist and lift me up. I pulled back off his cock and watched him lift me up with ease onto the tip of his cock. I felt my anus stretch around his giant cockhead as he pulled me down onto his cock. His cock gradually disappeared inside me inch by inch. Again, I closed my eyes to fully experience the pleasure of being filled by such massive manhood. When I had fully taken his tool and felt his big balls brush against my ass, I came. A massive wad of cum erupted from my cock with so much force that it smacked loudly against the ceiling.

Then I experienced a deep connection. I realized I was looking at myself: eyes closed with a normal sized cock, holding my thighs back, asshole impossibly stretched around his giant cock. I was watching myself through his eyes. I could feel the sensations experienced through both bodies: his cock in my ass and my ass around his cock. When I spoke, I heard my voice through both sets of ears. “I can see and feel what you see and feel!” I said.

“Of course you can,” he replied, “because I am you! We’re the same. Now open your eyes, and get on your back.”

I opened my eyes, and I could see through both sets of eyes. It’s difficult to describe to someone who hasn’t physically seen through two heads at once. I could see both perspectives in one field of vision, but I could also sense the position of each perspective in space, so I was able to differentiate what each head was seeing, even though I was seeing everything at once. It was a similar experience with our other senses as well: hearing with four ears, smelling with two noses, tasting with two tongues, and feeling every feeling both our bodies could feel at the same time.

He held me as I pivoted backwards onto my back, and he helped me into position. Once my head hit the pillow, he began to properly fuck me. His massive cock moved in and out of me several inches at a time. While we fucked, he augmented his body using his transformation abilities. He toned up and increased the size of his muscles all over his body, and he added four extra rows of abs to elongate his midsection enough for us to make out while we fucked. He allowed me to lie back while he did all the work. He was an enthusiastic lover.

We fucked for what seemed like an hour or more. We came several times without losing any stamina to keep going. Each time he would come, I would feel his orgasm at the same time I felt my body fill with his cum. Then I would feel all his cum drain into my prostate and out of my cock, and I would orgasm again. All the while he was growing his balls and prostate, so each time he came, the volume of cum increased and the orgasms lasted longer. I knew he could feel everything I could feel by our synchronized, cheek-to-cheek moans which I heard in surround sound in between our deep, passionate kisses. We came so much that I felt the cum pool an inch deep around my back on the oversaturated mattress.

He picked me up and pulled me forward onto himself while he reclined onto the bottom of his back, so I could sit on his cock. When he broke the kiss, I looked around the room for the first time since I had turned on my bedside lamp. I saw that the entire bedroom was filled with our cum up to the level of the top of the bed. He sat up with his ten abs to curl his back, so he was lying down on his oversized glutes while sitting up for his face to meet mine. We locked eyes and began to thrust into one another. We smashed our identical faces together in one final deep passionate kiss. We thrusted even harder. His tongue expanded in my mouth, which I sucked like a cock. Our fucking intensified: faster, louder, deeper. His tongue was a cock, and I could feel my mouth around it as if his mouthcock were my own. I had never wanted anything more in my life than the climax I was about to experience.

We came together. My mind exploded in unimaginably pleasurable sensations. His cum flowed through me: into my mouth from his mouthcock, and into my ass from his megacock. It flowed out of my body through my prostate and cock, mixing with my own cum coming from my balls. We roared together in pleasure as our cum filled the room around us until we were submerged in our cum. Our cum filled the room to the ceiling, and we embraced one another weightless, suspended in our own cum.

Then my alarm went off.

I awoke and rose from bed and looked around. My bedroom was not covered in cum. It looked the same as it did every other morning. There was no one else in the room with me. I looked down at myself and felt around my body with my hands. Everything seemed normal. If anything, I felt especially well rested. After a few minutes, I had convinced myself that it was all just one very weird dream. I got up, made my morning coffee and went about my normal school-day routine.

In the weeks following my first time with Derek, my life continued as normal. I saw Derek in class just about every morning. He continued to get perfect scores on his assignments and tests. At the time, I did not believe what had occurred that night had really happened. I thought it was just a weird sex dream. So I definitely did not have any reason to believe that Derek had superhuman sex, transformation, and mind control abilities.

Over the next few weeks, I had several more encounters with him like I had that night. I would wake up smelling that strange odor in the middle of the night, and I would see a man standing at the foot of my bed. Each time he appeared as a different man.

He would change into other men: sometimes celebrities, but mostly guys from around town. We would have wild sex with his transformations. He would grow his muscles and add extra limbs, digits, muscles and cocks. Once he even grew and split his body into three bodies and fucked me as all three Hemsworth brothers at the same time.

During sex, my anus and rectum became capable of stretching to accommodate his cocks no matter the size or quantity. Sometimes my asshole would stretch beyond the physical limits of my normal body; however, the rest of my body would appear normal. No matter how big his cocks grew, my outer body never showed any sign when they were inside me, but I always felt like I was being filled up to the back of my throat.

Each time he finished, I would immediately wake up to the sound of my alarm. Nothing in my bedroom ever showed any sign of what had happened. I would always wake up feeling well-rested, believing I just had another one of those dreams. I really enjoyed having those dreams because they were so vivid and felt so real. I just did not realize yet how real they were.

As far as I know, Derek was keeping his new abilities a secret while he was a high school student. He would come to me at night and leave me thinking it was just a dream to keep his secret. I never told anyone about my dreams, and I never heard anything about his powers from anyone else on campus. Not that I or anyone else would believe such claims. Derek was being unusually cautious for an eighteen-year-old, especially given how powerful he had become.

Only once did Derek use his abilities in my high school classroom. It was during the week of the Town Festival, so we had a lot of expected absenteeism, especially among seniors. However, Derek came to school that day, and I had him for his first-period Algebra class. That class was all juniors, except for Derek who was the only senior in that class. That class went normal, and Derek did not use his powers that time.

Derek came back to my classroom during my fifth-period Calculus class. My fifth-period class was all seniors, but due to the festival, only three students were in class that day: Noah, Carlos, and Tucker. All three students were eighteen years old.

Noah sat in the middle seat of the front row, eager to begin. He was short, about five feet, six inches tall. He had a skinny build, shaggy hair, and wore square eyeglasses with thick black frames. He wore a T-shirt with blue jeans and tennis shoes. He was a high-achieving student in all his subjects. Noah had turned eighteen in February.

Sitting a few rows back to Noah’s right was Carlos, staring out the window at the tree line along our side of the building. He was average height, about five-foot-nine. He had a slender build and long hair that covered half his face. He wore all-black clothing and black boots. He was a creative type with a knack for math. Carlos had turned eighteen in April.

Then at the back of the classroom, sitting right by the door was Tucker, last to walk in and still getting his materials out of his backpack. He was about six feet tall. He had a large, athletic build and he wore his hair slicked back. He wore sweatpants, a hoodie and gym shoes. He was a football player who couldn’t wait to get to college. Tucker’s eighteenth birthday had just occurred the day before.

I was five-foot-ten with a dad bod, olive skin, dark-brown eyes, and thick curly black hair with some grays. I always wore a long-sleeve button-up shirt with slacks and comfortable dress shoes. I would turn twice eighteen the following month. After the bell had rung, but before I could begin the lesson, I heard the knock on the door. I walked to the door, but Tucker got up and opened it first. “Oh wassup Der’k,” I heard him say.

“Sit back down, Tucker,” I told him, “Let me handle it.”

Derek stepped into my classroom. He was wearing a sleeveless muscle shirt, some gym shorts, and a pair of flip-flops. His tall, muscular figure filled the doorway. I looked up at his beautiful smiling face.

“What do you need, Derek?” I asked, trying to rush him along. He produced a yellow slip of paper.

“I’m here to observe,” he replied while handing me the yellow slip of paper. “Don’t you remember? You asked me to come observe your Calculus class.”

I looked down at the slip of paper. It was a hall pass written and signed by me with that day’s date; it was a perfect forgery. I could not remember writing the hall pass, but upon hearing Derek’s words, I changed my mind. I decided it was a good idea to have Derek come observe my Calculus class during his free period because he had shown so much growth in his regular class. Maybe he would show even more growth observing an advanced math lesson.

I allowed Derek to enter my classroom to observe, and I had the other students move to the front row. Carlos and Tucker moved to the front row, but stayed on the same sides of the classroom. Derek took the seat directly behind Noah, in the middle of the second row. I was just about to start when the school intercom system pinged, and the school secretary’s voice came on the loudspeaker. “Hold. Hold,” she announced, “Clear the halls. Remain in your rooms.”

It was a hold drill, so I followed the protocol. I went back to the door and opened it to check the hallway, and I saw the hallway was already clear. I closed the door and pulled the door window cover down. During a “hold,” the hallways must remain clear, so no one can leave the classroom. I reminded the class of the expectations for the drill.

“All right guys,” I said to the class, “This is ‘hold’ protocol. No one leaves this classroom until we’re given the ‘all clear.’ Until then, we will continue with today’s lesson.”

As I finished that sentence, my senses were overwhelmed by a strange odor: the same strange odor from the other dreams. At first it smelled very strong, but right away I did not mind the smell. After a few minutes, the smell was barely noticeable. Neither I nor my students mentioned the odor. Finally, after all the distractions, I began the lesson.

Since I knew there would be a lot of absences, I had prepared an enrichment activity on different applications of integrals. The plan was to work through different examples like those the students might see on their tests for college credit. The absent students wouldn’t fall behind, while those in class would get extra practice.

We got through the first example pretty well. These were good students, and everyone was in a good mood. Derek even answered a question about net change correctly. When I asked him how he got so good at math so quickly, he said that he met a tutor over Spring Break who taught him everything there is to know.

I hadn’t noticed until that moment, but while we were working through the first example, Derek’s body was growing. The muscles in his upper body grew quite a bit bigger, but the real growth was below his waist. Derek’s legs grew much longer and his leg muscles thicker. Sitting in the student desk, he slouched down so he could awkwardly bend his knees in front of his desk so he had room for his long legs.

Meanwhile, his feet had grown massive. Each foot was approaching the size of a coffee table. His feet surrounded Noah at his desk. At some point both Derek and Noah had taken off their shoes, because Noah was rubbing his bare feet on the parts of Derek’s giant bare feet he could reach. I had to redirect this behavior before continuing the lesson.

“Derek, why don’t you move to the back of the classroom,” I instructed. “You can sit on that back table and let your legs stretch out.”

Noah looked disappointed, but Derek complied without objection. When Derek rose from his seat, he towered over his classmates. His legs alone were at least four feet long. As he made his way to the back of the classroom, he used his massive feet, which were still growing, to push the rows of desks to the sides of the classroom. I tried my best to ignore the ruckus he was making by continuing on with the lesson. At one point, I turned around and saw Derek’s huge, juicy ass in perfectly-snug, bright-white underwear, completely sticking out above the waistband of his gym shorts.

“Derek!” I cried out, “You know that you can’t be sagging your shorts like that. It’s against dress code!”

“But Mr. Russo,” he pleaded, “I can’t pull them up any higher.”

When he got to the back of the classroom he slowly turned around and revealed a basketball-size bulge filling the front of his underwear. This was the perfect bulge: a large flaccid penis draped over two large round testicles, perfectly cupped, lifted and separated from the thighs. The whole package was almost spherical, and it seemed to defy gravity. It was like he had this pair of underwear perfectly tailored to fit his suddenly massive cock and balls. As Derek took his seat on top of the table at the back of the classroom, the other students chastised me for trying to enforce dress code on Derek.

“What the hell, Mr. Russo?” Tucker blurted out.

“That’s not funny, Mr. Russo!” said Carlos. “He’s too big to wear normal clothes!”

“How’s he supposed to pull up his shorts?” asked Noah.

“Can’t you see he’s wearing his special underwear?” added Tucker.

“OKOkay You’re right! Y’all are all right!” I interjected. “I’m sorry Derek. I should not have said that to you. Now let’s please turn to the next example.”

As I struggled to regain control of the classroom, Derek’s body continued to expand. The next time I turned around, my eyes were immediately drawn to his huge white bulge. It had grown to the size of a large yoga ball. His legs were spread wide to accommodate it. His legs were so long that even with his knees bent, he was able to touch both sides of the classroom with his enormous feet.

His feet were at least eight feet long, four feet across. Each food had ten toes, ranging in size from small cantaloupes to large watermelons. His feet grew along the lengths of both sides of the classroom, pushing up against all the desks along the walls. His upper body looked disproportionately small compared to his lower body, but had still grown to superhuman size. He was a giant. His crouched frame filled the back of the classroom. He had to be approaching twelve feet tall, and most of it in his long legs.

I zoned out for a moment. Once I came to, I turned my back on the class and focused on working the example. I was seriously distracted, and my penis was painfully erect. I could not bring myself to turn around, because I feared I might lose control. I kept working the example on the board while saying the instructions aloud.

Noah asked a question, and I tried to answer without turning to face the class, but it was clear he was trying to get my attention. Then I heard a loud low moan from the back of the class and another moan behind me to my left. I turned around to see what happened.

Derek had doubled in size since the last time I had laid eyes on him. His bulge had stretched to the front of the classroom, but it was shrinking back towards his body. The fabric of his underwear took the shape of his enlarged cock and balls. Tucker was drenched in cum. He looked dumbstruck in the afterglow of the epic orgasm he no doubt had just experienced. A trail of cum ran across the classroom floor from Tucker’s desk to the tip of Derek’s bulge.

The rest of Derek’s clothes had disappeared. He now only wore his special underwear which changed size and shape to contain his ass, cock and balls. The other rows of desks had disappeared too. Only Derek’s giant feet, towering legs, and protean bulge filled the space between the front row and the back table. The room stank of fresh cum.

“Derek,” I scolded, “You shouldn’t ejaculate on other students!”

“Sorry, Mr. Russo,” Derek replied, “I couldn’t help it! It just sorta happens like that sometimes.”

“Don’t apologize to me,” I scoffed, “Apologize to Tucker. He’s completely soaked!”

“It’s okay, Derek,” said Tucker, “I know you didn’t mean to.”

“We’re still in a ‘hold’ drill,” I reminded the class, “We have to wait for the ‘all clear’ before you two can get cleaned up,”

“It’s all right, Mr. Russo,” said Tucker, “I like being soaked in Derek’s cum. It feels nice!”

“Tucker!” I exclaimed, “Watch your language!”

Then I got into an argument with Tucker about the word ‘cum’ and whether or not it is appropriate language for the classroom. Partway through, Noah’s hand shot up and he was calling my name. I tried to get Noah to wait while Tucker and I finished our petty squabble, but Noah insisted. He said, “No, Mr. Russo, look!” pointing at Carlos.

While Tucker and I were arguing, Derek’s bulge had grown again. His balls had filled the space on the empty floor between his two car-sized feet, resembling a giant cum-filled waterbed. His rock hard cock was six feet in diameter and stretched across the classroom. Despite its mass, the bulge rose at a slight angle, so that the tip of the cock was hovering directly above Carlos’ head. The fabric was soaked through with cum and stained from the dirt and dust it had picked up from the classroom floor. I looked up at Derek as he came on Carlos, drenching him in cum like he had done to Tucker.

Sitting down, Derek’s body was too big for the classroom. Derek’s neck and shoulders were bent forward, and the back of his head was pressed up against the ceiling. His gorgeous face—eyes closed, mouth agape—was the image of ecstatic bliss. His loud low moans reverberated throughout the classroom.

His massive pecs and torso covered much of the back wall. He rested his hands on his knees, which nearly rose to the height of his shoulders. He did not touch his cock, but he was cumming. The cum seeped through the fabric of his special underwear. Carlos moaned in orgasm as the deluge of cum cascaded over his body.

The lesson was effectively over. I had completely lost control of the class. Derek’s bulge then began to swing back toward Noah while still ejaculating on everything in its path. The flow of cum seemed to increase in pressure. Within seconds, Noah was covered in cum and moaning in orgasm just like the other two.

I stood at the front of the classroom frozen in an intense mixture of equal parts terror and arousal, as the tip of Derek’s titanic, cumming cock coated in skin-tight, filthy, cum-oversaturated fabric accelerated towards my face, but I made no attempt to flee. His cum poured over my entire body as the tip of the bulge engulfed my face. As his cum covered my body, I felt sensations of pleasure ripple throughout my body. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I came. The orgasm was intense.

I sort of collapsed to the floor, overwhelmed by all the pleasurable sensations. I felt the cum pooling around me on the floor. It was moving toward me. I felt the cum soak through my clothes and almost wrap itself around me.

I felt the cum bubble up into my anus, almost as if it was trying to fuck me. When the cum hit my prostate, I screamed out in pleasure as I came a second time. Tucker, Carlos and Noah all screamed out at the same time. We had all just experienced the same orgasm at the same time.

I quickly sat upright, wiped the cum from my face, and took a look at the classroom. All the furniture was gone. Tucker, Carlos, Noah, and I were all on the floor. Derek and the whole room seemed to be growing around us. It’s likely that we were shrinking, while Derek and the classroom remained the same size, but from my perspective, it looked like he was growing.

When we were small enough, Derek brought his hands down to us and scooped the four of us into the palms of his hand. As he lifted us up, our clothes started to disappear as if they were dissolving into the cum and washing off our bodies.

He placed us on top of one of his giant balls in a place that hadn’t yet been soaked through. Each of us was barefoot, shirtless, and without pants, wearing only a pair of tighty-whities. I felt a strange pressure in my groin. I looked down and saw my package was definitely bigger in proportion to my body. I looked at my other students, and they seemed to be coming to the same realization: our bulges were growing like Derek’s had grown.

Tucker immediately flipped over and started humping the part of Derek’s bulge beneath him. Carlos made his way over to Tucker. Noah lay on his back and began to stroke his growing penis through the fabric of his special underwear. When Carlos got to Tucker, he started humping Tucker’s back, until Tucker flipped over and they began to make out.

I scooted back from those three, up Derek’s bulge, closer to Derek’s crotch, and I fell back and lay on his bulge. I concentrated on my growing bulge. My cock became erect and stuck straight up in the air as I lay on my back. I watched my bulge grow longer and thicker as it came to resemble a dirty-white telephone pole.

While I was marveling at my macro manhood, Derek’s face caught my eye. He was staring down at us with playful glee. His massive, most-beautiful face appeared to me to be the size of a house. I lost myself in his warm gaze and brilliant smile. Then I realized, something was holding my huge hard cock and rubbing against it.

I looked at my cock and saw another bulge wrapped around it like the serpent entwining the Rod of Asclepius. I sat up to see whose it was, and it was Noah’s. He had grown his bulge as big as mine, stretched it over to mine, and began to coil his penis around mine. It felt amazing!

Derek brought down his massive hands and moved Noah and I next to each other, our bodies touching side by side. I looked at Noah, and I felt a deep attraction toward him. I had never before considered Noah physically attractive, but now I found him irresistible.

I embraced Noah and placed my hand behind his head and pulled him in close for a deep, passionate kiss. We made out while our penises coiled tightly around one another and our balls inflated with semen like giant water balloons. Soon, our entwined cocks were joined by Carlos and Tucker’s cocks, as they grew their bulges to wrap around ours. Noah and I moaned ecstatically into each other’s mouths as we continued making out.

Finally, Derek took our cocks with his left hand, while he took his own Redwood-sized cock in his right hand, and began stroking our cocks through the oversaturated fabric of our special underwear. Precum erupted from our cocks and flowed down the sides of our twisted shafts with such volume, we were at risk of drowning in our cum, but Noah and I did not care. Nothing mattered but the ecstatic bliss enrapturing our beings. We were becoming one gestalt.

Derek’s hands quickened their pace. The sounds of sex crescendoed as the five of us grunted and groaned over the loud smacking noises of Derek’s oversized hands pounding our oversized cocks harder and harder until climax.

We came in unison, our minds blown out in an unimaginably intense orgasm. Cum spewed forth from our cocks like old-fashioned oil gushers. Our cum splattered against the ceiling, rained down upon us, and filled the classroom. Noah, Carlos, Tucker, and I floated atop our flood of cum as our bulges rapidly diminished to normal size.

Derek reduced his size and slipped beneath the surface. Once Derek was out of sight, a violent current ripped through the classroom. A whirlpool had formed near the front of the classroom, and the other students and I were drawn under. I held my breath as my body was pulled to the front of the classroom. The cum seemed to drain into the floor, but there was no drain. It just disappeared.

The school intercom system pinged, and the school secretary’s voice came on the loudspeaker. “All clear,” she announced, “Hold protocol is no longer in effect. Once the bell rings, we will transition to sixth period. We apologize for the delay. Thank you for your patience!”

The last of our cum swirled into a single point on the floor and vanished without a trace during the announcement. The whirlpool had returned each of us to our respective places. I stood at the front of the class, while Noah, Carlos, and Tucker were back in their seats. Each of us had on the clothes we wore to school that day. The desks and classroom furniture were back in place. Everything was clean and dry; there was no cum. The smell of sex had completely dissipated. There was no sign of Derek at all. He had vanished with all our cum.

The students looked at me with puzzled expressions. I tried to say something, but I couldn’t get the words out. We sat in awkward silence for a couple of minutes until the bell rang. Noah, Carlos, and Tucker slowly gathered their belongings and got up from their seats. No one said another word as they left class.

My mind was reeling. I could not comprehend what I had just experienced. It was as if one of my vivid dreams had come to life in my Calculus class. There was no way all that had really happened, and yet it all felt so real. The more I thought about it, the more conflicted I became. I could not reconcile the actual with the impossible. I was afraid that I might be losing my grip on reality and putting my students in danger.

I had my planning period immediately following Calculus. I spent most of that time sitting in silence, thinking through everything, and calming myself down. I decided I would act as if nothing happened, and tried my best to put it out of my mind. Once I composed myself, I prepared for my last two classes that day. I had a section of Algebra and a section of Precalculus, and I made it through both classes well enough.

After school, I hid out in my classroom until most of the students and staff had left for the weekend before sneaking out to my car and driving home. I skipped the Town Festival and stayed home that weekend. I did not want to run the risk of running into Derek, Noah, Carlos, or Tucker, or worse, their parents. I threw myself into work, grading assignments and revising upcoming lesson plans. Thankfully, I didn’t have any more hyper-vivid sex dreams that weekend.

The following week was weird. Every morning I saw Derek in my first period class. He always seemed to wear as little clothing as he could get away with: muscle shirts, short shorts, and flip flops. His clothing choices always seemed to perfectly accentuate every curve of every one of his muscles. I frequently glanced at his bulge to see if it would change size or shape; I couldn’t help it. Once, he caught me looking and flashed me a flirty smile.

Even at his normal size, he was still six-foot-four, with size 15 feet, and more muscular than the average eighteen-year-old man. His skin was radiant, which made his muscles appear even more powerful. He looked like he woke up every morning with perfect hair. Over the two months between Spring Break and that week, Derek had become much, much hotter, but in a gradual way that did not raise suspicion. It helped that his face did not change a bit. Derek had been blessed with the face of a male fashion model since his sophomore year in high school.

I had never before felt such a strong attraction to a student as I did to Derek, and it frightened me. I tried to keep my distance from Derek. I avoided talking to him, and I wouldn’t call on him in class. I was afraid I might lose my grip on reality and act on my desires, hurting Derek in the process. I was afraid I might have already done just that in Calculus class with Noah, Carlos, and Tucker too.

Every afternoon, I saw Noah, Carlos, and Tucker in Calculus class along with their classmates who were absent before. Those three did not show any sign that anything out of the ordinary had happened. Stranger still, each of them had completed and turned in all the assigned examples I had planned for that class, at the usual varying levels of success. When other students asked what they had missed, they would talk about the hold drill and the examples we worked through: no mention of Derek or our hyper-bulge/hyper-cum orgy.

I was beginning to believe that it didn’t happen, but a few more oddities kept me suspicious. I physically could not bring myself to ask Noah, Carlos or Tucker about Derek or class that day. It felt as if some unknown force was preventing me from speaking. I wanted to ask, but when it came time, I could not form the words, and inevitably, I would have to change the subject.

At home, the hyper-vivid sex dreams seemed to have stopped. I had a couple dreams about Derek in my classroom and different men visiting my bedroom, but they felt more like regular dreams. I was unsure as to why the fantasy sex had stopped so abruptly after such an extreme episode. As the week went on, I seemed to be finding more questions than answers.

When the bell rang at the end of the school day that Friday, I was relieved. Only two more weeks until my summer break, and I had gone the whole week without incident and seemingly no consequences for what had occurred the previous week. As I was gathering my materials after the last student had left my classroom, I heard a knock on the door. It was Derek.

“Yes?” I asked timidly. His body filled the doorway to my classroom. He appeared taller than usual.

“Hey Mr. Russo! You have a few minutes to talk about my grades,” said Derek, more like a statement of fact, rather than a question.

“Yes,” I said, nodding my head.

Derek entered the classroom and closed the door behind himself. I could still see into the hallway through the window on the door, but there didn’t seem to be anyone there. Derek walked over to the table at the back of the classroom: the same one that featured as his seat when he nearly outgrew the classroom. He set his bag down on the table, opened it, and pulled out a stack of papers.

“I made corrections to all of my tests and assignments for the entire course,” said Derek, “You’ll find I’ve reworked all the problems correctly and shown proof for each step.”

I took the stack of papers from him and thumbed through them as he pulled out a few more papers from his bag.

“These are grade change forms that I’ve printed out for you,” continued Derek, “Since I’ve demonstrated mastery of all skills in the course, you can raise my grades for the previous terms.”

I stared at him for a moment to make sure he had finished talking before I said, “Yeah, I’m inclined to agree to that, if this all checks out.”

“Thanks,” said Derek. I didn’t say anything in response. I stowed the papers in my bag and continued gathering up my materials, avoiding eye contact.

“So I’m going to Western State next year, and I want you to come with me,” said Derek.

I froze. After a moment, Derek started to repeat himself, but I cut him off when I turned to look at him.

“What do you mean, you want me to come with you?” I asked him.

“I got you a job as a math professor there,” replied Derek, “You can still be my math teacher next year.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, feeling nervous and confused, “How could you get me a job as a college professor?”

Derek glanced over to the window on the classroom door before he walked toward me. “Don’t you remember?” he asked in a hushed tone. “I can turn into any man, even you. I became you and got you the job,” Derek smiled. “Don’t you want to keep playing with my superpowers?” he asked roguishly, under his breath.

He repositioned himself, so his back was facing the door. He grabbed the front waistband of his shorts and pulled them down to reveal a basketball-sized bulge in white underwear. My jaw dropped; I was stunned. He pulled his shorts back up and the bulge disappeared, or at least appeared to be its normal, plausibly-large size under his gym shorts.

“I can’t fully explain right now,” said Derek, “It’s too risky here at school. I’ll meet you back at your house. I’ll explain everything, and answer all your questions. Let me make my case, then you can decide.”

I couldn’t speak. I was mortified. Derek had just confirmed the impossible.

“Okay, see you later!” said Derek quietly, and he left the classroom.

My mind was awash in thoughts and emotions the whole way home. I questioned how all this could be possible. I worried about the ramifications of my actions. I wondered about the true extent of Derek’s new abilities, and I hated that I wanted so badly to have sex with him again.

When I got home, Derek was waiting for me, seated in my living room armchair. He was dressed very differently from when I saw him at school. He wore a long-sleeve hoodie with loose-fitting bluejeans and worn, dirty sneakers. He was dressed like he used to dress, before Spring Break. I was not startled the least bit by his presence.

I looked Derek in the eyes as I dropped my bookbag and keys on the floor of my entryway, walked around my sofa and took a seat across from him. I was afraid of what he might do, but I wanted to put on a brave face in my own house. I felt as much resentment as I felt excitement for the power Derek held over me in that moment. I wanted to scream, but I could not utter a sound.

“Are you expecting anyone to come over today?” asked Derek.

“No,” I replied.

“What are the chances someone comes over on a Friday night?” he asked.

“It’s unlikely,” I snapped back, “No one’s coming over. Why is this suddenly a concern for you?”

“Because I wanna be real with you, Mr. Russo!” he asserted, raising his voice.

I backed off. I did not want to provoke him into anger.

“I got ways of making sure people don’t bother us,” explained Derek, “but if I use them, your mind will be affected too. I wanna offer you a life beyond your wildest dreams, but I want you to accept it because you want to, not because I made you.”

I wanted to ask him how he has been affecting my mind, but I could not move my mouth to form the words. I had no choice but to listen to him explain.

Derek continued, “My body and my mind have gone through an amazing change! I now have complete control over my body on a molecular level, which means I can transform my body into just about anything I can imagine. But when it comes to humans, I can only transform into other men. In fact, my powers are very limited in the presence of humans who are not men, which is why we can’t stay at that high school. Most of the staff are women, and most of the students are children.”

“You used your powers to turn my class into a giant bulge and cum orgy last week!” I managed to get out. I had briefly regained my ability to speak. Derek looked a little surprised that I spoke up. Then, I felt a tighter grip prevent me from speaking.

“That was the only time,” said Derek, “We got lucky that you had one class period where all the students who weren’t men were absent. Once I saw that was gonna happen, I made sure we wouldn’t be disturbed. I’m hacked into the school’s computer network, so I can access the attendance records, and I can make it seem like the state called a surprise hold drill. I also mindfucked two guys into starting a fight and causing an actual medical emergency, so the hold would last longer. No one else ever had the chance to witness what we did in Calculus last week.”

“Anyways,” said Derek, trying to get back on track, “After I got my powers, I got myself into Western State. It’s got a higher male to female ratio than most schools in the state. The faculty and staff are mostly men, especially in certain departments, and the dorms, sports teams, and Greek life are all separated by sex. There are a lot more spaces for just men at Western State than at our small town high school, which means a lot more opportunities to play with my superpowers.”

Derek continued, “The first time you and I had sex, I bonded with you and gained all your body and mind’s information, so when I transform into you, I know everything I need to know to convince anyone I’m really you. I used my powers to impersonate you and to manipulate the college’s IT systems to get you the professor job. It’s lined up, but I didn’t sign anything final yet.”

Derek continued, “If you’re worried about the pay cut or your pension, I can pay you any amount of money you want. If it ever came down to survival, I could use my body to produce any food, drink, clothing or shelter you want, and you could live off just me. Come with me, be my math teacher, and let’s explore my powers to their limits, together. What do you say?”

I opened my mouth and stopped. I realized I could speak, but I wanted to choose my words carefully. “This is a lot to take in,” I said slowly, “but I have to ask: Why me?”

Derek inhaled deeply and let out a heavy sigh. “When I got these powers,” he began, “I became gay, permanently. My powers are deeply rooted in male homosexuality, but I was born straight. I need a teacher to help me learn what it really means to be a gay man. You’re the only out gay guy I know, and you’re a teacher. You’re perfect! Don’t you see?” He spoke with such pathos, his gorgeous face enhancing his expression.

I was touched by his genuine vulnerability. Then the implications started dawning upon my train of thought. For better or for worse, this barely-legal, straight man was gifted with Omega-level, gay-man-sex transformation and mind-control powers, and he was just unleashed upon society without a clue. This could be dangerous on a humongous scale.

“You make a good case,” I said, trying to maintain my composure, “You leave me no choice but to accept.”

“No, I’m giving you a choice,” retorted Derek, “If you want out, I will wipe your memory and leave you …”

“I know!” I interrupted, “I am choosing to go with you. I just meant that I have a moral obligation to go. I can’t let you go through this on your own.”

“All right! Thank you, Mr. Russo!” said Derek gleefully, “We’re going to have so much fun together!”

All of the sudden, the air in the room filled with that familiar, spicy, sweaty stench. I felt my anxiety and agitation fade away as my arousal amplified. I stood up from my seat at the same time Derek rose from his. He walked over to me, took me into his arms, and kissed me deeply. Butterflies welled up in my stomach, and shivers ran down my spine, limbs, and cock. When we broke our kiss, I realized I could speak freely.

“Derek, I have so many questions,” I said.

Derek was looking down at my body. He started running his hands across the front and back of my shirt. As he did so, my shirt and undershirt were absorbed into his hands. It looked like he was using his hands to erase my shirts off my body. He placed his large feet on either side of mine and absorbed my socks and shoes off of my feet and into his. He pressed his crotch against mine, and he absorbed my pants, belt, and underwear off my body and into his bulge.

“What are you doing?” I asked as Derek absorbed his clothes into his body. We stood naked before one another, so close that my erect penis was poking him. Derek had not started getting hard yet. His flaccid cock was bigger than my erection, and it hung down to a couple inches above his knees.

“Don’t worry,” he replied, “I have your clothes right here.” He held out his right hand, palm facing up, and my clothes materialized, appearing to quickly grow out of his palm. After 30 seconds, the clothes I was wearing were stacked folded in the palm of his right hand. He had my shoes in his left hand. He set the stack of clothes down on the coffee table and the shoes on the rug underneath.

Derek sat down sideways on the sofa, brought his legs up, and lay on his back. He took my hand and gently tugged me down on top of him. I picked up my left leg, straddled his body, and brought my head down. Derek reclined on the sofa and folded his hands behind his head.

“How did you get these powers?” I asked him as I laid my head on his chest.

“Over Spring Break, I took a trip to the big city with some friends from school,” began Derek, “We were walking around, and I got separated from the group. While I was looking for them, I met this really hot, young guy, like me. He noticed that I looked lost, and he offered to help me find my friends. We looked around for a little while, but no luck. He felt bad, and offered to buy me a drink. I told him I couldn’t because I was only eighteen, but he said not to worry; he knew a place.”

I lay on top of Derek, listening to his story, and I felt Derek’s cock expanding under me. It was still chubbing up, but it had already grown beyond a plausible size. I scooched myself up so that my chin nestled in the crook of Derek’s neck, and Derek’s cock was out from under me, free to grow.

“One thing led to another,” continued Derek, “and before I knew it, we were hooking up in his luxury penthouse. He’s like me; he has all the same powers. He turned me gay, and we had sex for four days straight. We didn’t stop to eat, sleep, or shit. We just kept fucking. We fucked in his penthouse, at a gay bathhouse, at a rave in an abandoned rail station, and in the top office at the bank that he owns.”

Derek’s cock continued to enlarge and rise as he spoke. I could feel its movements against my ass. I started grinding my seven-inch cock into his abs, which had the perfect amount of give for what I was doing.

Derek continued, “Of course, the entire time he was using his powers to transform his body and mine and other guys’ in impossible ways. He showed me all the ways he can use his powers. He expanded my mind’s capacity and uploaded a huge amount of information to my memory. I learned how his powers worked. I became aware of whole worlds of potential that have always existed alongside reality, and this guy was drawing his power from there to make impossible things happen.”

Derek’s cock had grown so hard and heavy that it had fallen on my back. The cockhead reached up to my shoulders. The growth slowed down as his penis stiffened. I shivered with anticipation.

Derek continued, “On the last night of my trip, he told me I was going to make his decades-long dream come true. He told me that I was the youngest and most beautiful candidate he’d ever considered, and that I had a perfect audition. He said that he wanted to make another of his kind, but in a different way from how he was made.

I felt Derek’s body rise beneath me as he grew another pair of shoulders and arms in front of his original set.

Derek continued, “He said that he worked for most of his human lifetime to get his powers, and that it took him another century to get his powers to their current level. He wanted to see what happens when someone is gifted his level of power at the beginning of their gay manhood, so he made me one of his kind and sent me home. The last thing he said was that he gave me the ultimate male privilege.”

When Derek’s new arms had finished forming, he used his second pair of hands to rub his cock and press it against my back. I lay on my stomach sandwiched between his tall, enhanced, teenage body and his massive, three-foot cock.

“I’m so sorry, Derek,” I said, “That sounds like a very scary and difficult thing to experience. I’m sure your friends were worried about you too, huh?”

“No, not at all,” said Derek, staring at the ceiling. He and I synchronized our stroking and grinding. I felt the first globs of his precum soak the back of my head. I was already getting close to cumming.

Derek continued, “I was with my friends almost the whole time I was gone. After this guy bonded with me the first time, he replicated me and reunited my copy with my friends. They thought I had only been lost for a few hours. When I got my powers, I got my copy’s memories too. None of my friends know.”

“Who does know?” I asked him.

I closed my eyes as I lay with my left ear pressed against Derek’s left jaw. I heard Derek take another deep breath and let out an exasperated sigh. I was on the edge of orgasm.

He said, “Just you, and me … and my dad.”

I came, and the conversation pretty much ended there for the night. Derek sat up and used all four of his arms to pick me up and position my asshole on the tip of his hyper cock. He pulled my body down and thrust his cock into my ass. My anus stretched around his cock, and his cock disappeared into my asshole like a heavy punching bag being stuffed into Mary Poppins’s reticule.

That night we divided and replicated, first into two, then into four, and finally into eight. We fucked on my sofa, my armchair, my dining table, my kitchen counters, my desk, my bed, my guest bed, and in my bathtub shower, all at the same time. That night, we came together 22 more times. When we merged back together, eight became four, then four became two, and finally two became one.

By the time our bodies had fully merged with all our copies, our cum flooded every room of my house up to my knees. Derek stood up, stretched out his four arms in four different directions, and summoned all the cum to flow toward us. The cum whipped up into the air and flew past me to Derek, as if carried by a strong wind. Derek absorbed all of our cum, from throughout the house, into his body. Just a small amount of cum remained on our bodies.

The cum that was left started rippling and running in different directions across our bodies and transformed into new clothing on our bodies. Now, I was wearing a skimpy, dark blue plush bathrobe and matching house slippers, while Derek appeared in brown work boots and a custom pair of gray coveralls with four arm sleeves. The front zipper was open, so his huge cock flopped out.

We embraced, his front arms wrapped around my shoulders while his back hands grabbed my ass, and we exchanged one last goodnight kiss. Then he morphed into his father with only two arms and a plausibly-large cock, and he zipped up his coveralls which shrank to fit his new frame. He left my house, as his father, through the front door.

The last two weeks of school flew by. I filed the grade-change forms to retroactively give Derek an A in my course for all terms of his senior year. I accepted the math professor job at Western State University, and I let my principal know I would not be returning the following school year.

At school, Derek and I never let on that we were in an inappropriate relationship. Derek muted his irresistibility to help me maintain the illusion of normal teacher-student interactions. He still looked just as attractive, but his appearance no longer drove me mad with lust during the day.

At night, Derek visited me a few more times before graduation. Each time, he drove his father’s pick-up truck to my house, taking the form of his 42-year-old father. He parked in my driveway and came and went through my front door. Once inside my house, Derek would take whatever form he pleased, and we would fuck.

When graduation day came, I could not have been more excited to attend the ceremony. The ceremony was held on our school’s football field, and began at 9:00 a.m. The temperature was already in the low nineties (33 Celsius), and climbing. I was seated on the temporary stage, wearing a gown with full academic regalia for a Master of Science over my normal school clothes. Thankfully, we only had about 50 graduates, so the ceremony was over within the hour.

When it came time for Derek to walk on stage, seeing him in his cap and gown, I thought about what it all meant. Derek had been my student since he was sixteen, and I had witnessed him grow from a boy into a godlike man. His commencement was less about graduating high school and more about graduating mortality. I was as happy for Derek as I was afraid for him.

As I watched him cross the stage to receive his diploma, I thought about my future with Derek. I had no idea what was coming. In many ways I was celebrating my own commencement: the beginning of my life as both Derek’s teacher and his acolyte.

Derek and I were taking a blind leap of faith into our future together. For all his knowledge, Derek could not know the future, just as for all his power, he could not change the past. His experience may have been on a more meta level than any mere mortal’s, but it was still firmly tied to the present, just like the rest of us. In this, Derek and I were the same.

After the ceremony, the other teachers and I walked onto the field to walk among the crowd of graduates on the field and their guests coming down from the bleachers. As I walked through the crowd, I stopped to say hi to some students, parents, and community members. When asked about going to teach at the college, I told folks that it was an amazing academic research opportunity, a passion project.

After a few rounds of this, I spotted Derek’s father, Gary Masterson, in the crowd. This was my first time seeing the real Gary since Derek had revealed his powers to me. However, since Derek started taking Gary’s shape to visit me, I had grown fond of seeing his face. When I caught his eye, I waved excitedly and walked over to him.

When he saw me, his face lit up, and he walked to meet me and reached out to embrace me. I reciprocated, but when we hugged each other, we kissed on the lips. It was just a quick peck, but it was very affectionate.

It was a surprise, but a welcome one. Gary smiled, pleased with himself. I looked around, and people had definitely noticed. I felt uneasy showing affection in general, much less with a parent at a well-attended school function.

“Relax, Jeremy!” said Gary, still smiling, “Derek ain’t a student anymore, and the way he tells it, you ain’t teaching here no more anyway.”

I blinked. “You’re right, Gary,” I capitulated, “Still kinda weird while I’m at work though.”

“You’re all right,” he winked. We looked at each other for a second, and then we both cracked up, laughing. Just then, Derek came up to us from behind me. He walked around me to give his dad a hug.

“What are y’all guys laughing at?” he asked his father.

“Aw nothing, Son. I’ll tell you later,” Gary replied, “Hey, congratulations! I’m so proud of you!”

“Yes, congratulations Derek!” I added.

“Thanks.” said Derek, smiling.

We stood for a moment in awkward silence. There was a lot I wanted to say to both Derek and Gary, but I couldn’t make the words come out. I didn’t try to speak any further; I just kept smiling.

Derek said, “Dad, I’m gonna go hang out at the lake with some friends, I’ll see you back at home this afternoon.”

“All right,” replied Gary, “Have fun!”

“Thanks!” said Derek, “See you later Mr. Russo!”

“Bye Derek! Have a good time!” I said.

Gary and I watched Derek run back toward a group of senior boys: Noah, Carlos and Tucker among them. Derek’s magnificent teenage body was hidden underneath the long graduation gown, but I was still captivated by him. Gary placed his arm around my shoulder.

“I’m so proud of him,” said Gary

“Yeah,” was all I could manage to say in response. I pat Gary on the back, as I sidestepped out of his embrace and turned to him. Again, I wanted to say more, but I physically could not.

“Sorry,” I said to Gary, “I guess I’m not in a talking mood.” Gary gave me a look which suggested he knew exactly what I meant.

“You wanna come on by for supper tonight to celebrate?” he asked me, “Nothing like a good meal to get you in the talking mood.”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea!” I replied, “What time should I drop by?”

“Around 5:30?” said Gary.

“Sounds great!” I said. We hugged, and this time I initiated the kiss. We broke into laughter and said our goodbyes. Gary left after that, but I stayed to mingle and converse with other graduates and their families. Suddenly, my apparent new romance replaced my new job as the primary topic of most conversations. I told everyone who asked that it was new and exciting, and I politely redirected the conversation to other topics.

Later that day, I drove out to Derek and Gary’s house which was in this little unincorporated settlement about fifteen miles (24 km) outside town. The two-story house was painted sky blue with white trim and featured a spacious, covered, wrap-around porch on the front and right sides of the house. There was a large live oak tree in the front yard that provided additional shade.

I pulled into the driveway which led to their detached, three-car garage. The doors were open, and I could see Gary inside, working on a classic-looking, blue sports car next to his white pick-up truck. The third spot was empty, presumably reserved for Derek. I parked my car in the spot on the driveway in front of the sports car.

Gary was playing country music pretty loudly, but he went to turn it off when he saw me pull up. He was wearing a white ribbed tank top, an old, torn-up pair of loose bluejeans, and a pair of brown work boots. I was still wearing my school clothes. He wiped his hands with a shop towel as I got out of my dark-green compact sedan.

“Hey Jeremy!” Gary called out to me, “Sorry about all this, I musta lost track of time.” He was drenched in sweat and covered in grease and grime.

“No, it’s all right,” I replied, “I think I’m early.”

“Either way, Derek ain’t back yet,” said Gary, “but you’re welcome to come on in.” Gary closed up the garage, and we made our way inside.

“Oh thank you!” I replied, “I was hoping to talk to you about …,” and I could not speak any further.

Without skipping a beat, Gary chimed in, “Best wait until we get inside the house.”

I felt reassured by his words, and I gave him a nod. Gary closed up the garage, and we made our way up to the porch and inside the house. Upon entering the house I was immediately overwhelmed by its stench. The place reeked of cum, sweat, motor oil, and pungent spices, and I thought I smelled marijuana. This time the smell took some getting used to, but I did not mention it to Gary.

Gary quickly showed me around downstairs. We walked past the stairs, down a hallway which opened up to a large living room with a gray reclining sectional and a big flatscreen television. The downstairs bathroom was to the left, and the kitchen was beyond the living room to the right.

“Well, make yourself at home,” Gary told me, “I’m gonna go upstairs to rinse all this off and change my clothes. I’ll be right back,” and he went upstairs.

I made my way to the large sectional, and I was about to sit down, when I saw a family portrait hanging on the wall. It was Gary, Derek, and Derek’s mother from the time when she was still alive. I crossed the room to study the portrait up close.

Derek looked to be about three or four years old in the picture, so the photo was likely taken around fifteen years prior. I considered the absurdity of the fact that Derek, with his miraculous body and incredible powers, had once been a normal little boy.

Then I looked at his mother. I didn’t know his mother; she had died before I moved to town. She was absolutely beautiful. I could see many of Derek’s features on her face, like the feminine version of his masculine beauty. It was clear that Derek inherited his good looks from her. I wondered what she would think about my relationship with Derek.

Suddenly, I heard Gary moaning upstairs. It sounded like he might be hurt, so I rushed up the stairs to see if he was all right. As I came up, his moans stopped. I called out his name, but there was no answer. When I hit the second floor and rounded the banister, I saw Gary getting out of the shower. He had left the bathroom door open.

He was noticeably more muscular than when Derek had appeared as him our first time, but his cock was the same size: nearly as thick as a soda can and dangling halfway down his thigh. His balls were the size of two small lemons. He was patting his face with his towel. The rest of his nude profile was on full display. My cock stiffened.

“Gary! Are you okay?” I asked, “It sounded like you got hurt!”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” replied Gary, as he finished drying off his head and neck. Then he looked at me taken aback. “Whoa Teach! Are you in dress code?” he teased.

At first I didn’t understand what he meant, but then I realized I was completely naked with a hard-on. Unlike Gary, I still had my same dad bod. “I assumed it would be clothing optional.” I joked nervously.

“You assumed correct,” he confirmed in a sultry tone as his huge cock started to swell, “You’ll find it difficult to keep your clothes on in this house, but at least you’ll find it easier to speak your mind.”

“What is up with that?” I exclaimed, “Why do I get all tongue-tied trying to talk about Derek?”

“The magic keeps his secrets,” answered Gary mysteriously, as he finished drying off. His large semi began to rise.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Derek’s magic has to be kept secret,” explained Gary, hanging his towel back on the rack, “and the magic does what it needs done to keep the secret. You and I get to know the secret, but we can’t tell anyone. If you try to say anything even a little bit about the secret, the magic will stop you.”

“Huh, okay,” I said skeptically, “but can we talk here?”

“Yup, as long as we’re inside the house,” said Gary, his cock fully erect: fifteen inches long and two and a half inches in diameter (times pi for circumference). I looked down at my own seven-inch erection, then back at Gary. He exited the bathroom and beckoned me to follow him to a room off to the right.

Gary led me to his bedroom. The room was illuminated by natural light from the large sliding glass door that led out to the balcony overlooking his big backyard. The blinds were wide open, and I could see the backs of some of their neighbors’ houses. However, I wasn’t too concerned about whether the neighbors would see us. After all, the magic keeps his secret.

Gary went around the left side of the king-size bed and lay down on his left side, facing me. He leaned against his elbow and propped up his head with his hand. His huge, erect cock lay heavy on the bright-white comforter. The evening sun, streaming in from the west-facing windows, cast a long shadow which made his cock appear even larger. Gary smiled at me, inviting me to join him.

I went around the right side of his bed, and I sat down on the corner nearest to the door we came through. My cock jutted up from between my legs and hovered just above my belly button. I turned to Gary, and I asked him, “What do you think about Derek’s powers?”

“Dadgumit, Jeremy!” he hollered, rolling over on his back. Gary’s cock lifted off the bed with a whoosh and landed on his six-pack abs with a thud. He dramatically brought his hands to his face to cover his expression. He continued to speak through his hands, “You just cut straight to the hard questions! I was hoping to have a little fun before my son gets back.”

“Well, I was hoping to talk to you about Derek before he gets back!” I replied. “Can’t we do both?”

Gary took his hands from his face and used his elbows to sit up a little. He looked me in the eyes, then he scanned my body up and down before his gaze met mine again. Then he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and let out a heavy sign, just like Derek. This was not a family that talked about their personal thoughts and feelings.

“No,” said Gary plainly. He sat up and his penis rapidly shrank back to its flaccid state. He stood up from the bed, turned around to look at me. “And you’re right,” he said humbly, “You did mention that you wanted to talk. I’m sorry.”

He looked down at the bed, and two sets of clothes materialized, laid out across the bedspread: boxers, blue jeans, and a white T-shirt for Gary, and the very same clothes I had worn there for me. It was unreal.

“How is this possible?” I asked Gary as we got dressed.

“Well, Derek used his magic on the house,” he replied, “so now the house can do some magic like Derek can. You know: make stuff, change stuff, clean itself, fix itself. It’s been great!”

“Wow, that sounds nice,” I said, “I wonder if Derek would do the same for my house.” We finished getting dressed, but both of us went barefoot. Gary’s skin tight jeans looked perfectly tailored to hold in all his assets. I followed him downstairs, the whole way, unable to take my eyes off of his bulbous asscheeks.

“I’m gonna grab a beer, you want one?” offered Gary.

“Sure,” I replied, “What do you got?”

Gary smiled, “Oh, the fridge already knows what you want,” he said, “You’ll see.”

I followed him to the kitchen. When he opened the fridge, it was empty except for two six-packs. One was the local variety of cheap American-style pale lager, and the other was my favorite pilsner from an obscure, out-of-state microbrewery.

“Ho-ly shit!” I exclaimed, “Do you know what this is?”

“Your favorite beer, apparently,” he replied with a smirk.

“Yeah, it is!” I said enthusiastically, “Wow! That’s amazing!”

“Have as many as you’d like,” offered Gary, “We won’t run out as long as you’re here.”

We made our way to the large sectional and took prime seats across from the television. The middle section had become a loveseat with cupholders in the armrests on either side. We sat close, side by side. Gary put his arm around my shoulder and took a swig from his beer.

“I think it’s great that Derek got his magic powers,” said Gary, “I’m glad my boy gets to live any life he dreams of, but I gotta admit, it gets pretty weird around here.”

“Oof, I bet,” I replied. Gary gave me a quick squeeze on the shoulder. I smiled at him and asked, “How did you find out about Derek’s powers?”

“Here, I’ll show you,” replied Gary. A television remote materialized on Gary’s armrest, and he used it to turn on the big flatscreen. The front of Gary’s house appeared on the screen. Derek pulled into the garage in a red sports car. The scene cut to Gary with his old dad bod, making a sandwich in his kitchen, wearing a T-shirt and blue jeans, and hearing the sound of Derek pulling in. The camera followed Gary as he went and opened the front door.

Cut to Derek out front, wearing a gray hoodie, blue jeans and flip-flops, walking up to the front porch after closing up the garage. Gary exited the house and stood on the porch in front of the door looking around in confusion. “Who dropped you off?” asked Gary.

“I drove myself,” replied Derek confidently.

“In what?” asked Gary incredulously.

“Come to the garage,” replied Derek, “I’ll show you.”

Gary crossed the porch and walked down the stairs to meet Derek. Derek stood about four inches taller than Gary. The two men made their way to the left-side door and entered the garage. Inside the garage, the two men looked down at the parking spot next to the pick-up truck where Derek had pulled in his sports car. The parking spot was empty with no sign that the sports car had been parked there.

“What are you showing me, Derek?” asked Gary.

“Close the door, and I’ll show you,” said Derek.

Gary closed the door behind them. When the door was shut, the expression on Gary’s face changed to an easygoing smile. Derek outstretched his right arm, fingers spread, and a mass of red-painted metal and black rubber appeared to unfurl from his hand. The mass poured out onto the empty parking spot and formed itself into the red sports car. Gary’s jaw dropped in delighted surprise.

“Holy fuck Derek!” shouted Gary enthusiastically, “How’d you do that?”

“Well ,Dad,” began Derek, “on my trip, I got magic powers. I can change my body and use it to make impossible things happen.”

Gary walked over to the hood of the sports car and ran his fingers along the hood of the car. He gasped when he felt the cool metal touch his fingertips, as if he had expected it to be an illusion. He asked Derek, “What else can you do?”

Derek stepped to his father and grew in size. He grew taller, his shoulders broadened, his muscles swelled, and his clothes got tighter. He placed his hands on his father’s shoulders and turned him around. Gary looked up in awe as his son towered over him. Derek’s cock rapidly outgrew his bluejeans and ripped through the denim before it had fully hardened. The rest of his clothing did not last much longer, bursting into tatters and falling to the garage floor.

Derek, nude and growing, pushed his father back, onto the hood of the car, and lifted his father’s ass with his left hand, while he held Gary down with his right forearm pressed against his chest. Using his left hand, Derek ripped off the crotch of his father’s blue jeans so that Gary’s cock, balls, taint, and asshole were exposed. Gary’s huge cock and balls were pretty close to the same size they were when I saw him get out of the shower earlier.

Then, Derek took his right arm off of his father’s chest and made a shushing sound. “Be calm, Dad,” said Derek with a firm yet soothing tone of voice, “Trust me. You want this.”

“I trust you, son,” Gary replied softly. He lay back on the car, and Derek had him hold his legs back, so Derek could access his asshole. Derek took his right hand and, using his index and middle fingers, penetrated his father.

Immediately, Gary’s huge cock grew hard and shot cum in the air. Gary let his head fall back against the hood of the car as he groaned in ecstasy. Derek quickly shoved his entire enlarged hand and giant, over-muscled forearm inside his father all the way up to his elbow.

Derek slowly pulled his arm out of his father, and positioned himself to fuck him. Derek had stopped growing at this point. Kneeling on the ground, he had to bend his head forward just to keep from breaking through the garage ceiling. His hyper cock approached six feet long and over a foot in diameter. His colossal, spherical balls rested on the floor and crested above his hips when he sat back on the heels of his gargantuan feet.

Using just his gigantic left hand, Derek grabbed his father by both legs and held them between his fingers by the ankles. With his right hand he positioned the tip of his cock against his father’s stretched-out hole. Then, he placed his right hand under the small of his father’s back and lifted him just enough to thrust his first several inches into his father.

The two men growled and moaned like wild animals as Derek thrust his hyper cock into his father’s hyper anus and pulled his father down his massive shaft. Just as with me, other than his impossibly stretched anus, Gary’s body did not show any signs of the mammoth tool inside him. It looked like his son’s hyper cock had disappeared into his ass.

When Gary’s bottom hit his son’s hairy crotch, Derek shrank down enough to kiss his father on the lips. Father and son made out against the hood of the sports car, which looked like it might buckle under their weight. After a minute, they broke their kiss. The two men opened their eyes, and both men’s eyes shone brightly with white light. The lights in the garage started to flicker, and the son began to fuck his father hard against the hood of the red sports car.

They became like a blur as Derek thrust his hyper cock in and out with superhuman strength and speed. The car crumpled beneath them. Electric sparks spontaneously scintillated through the air around them. A gust of wind seemed to emerge from beneath them. Gary’s eyes were wide, and his mouth was agape in either terror or wonder. Derek was snarling with raw, animalistic passion and greed. It was horrifying.

“What the fuck?” I said, disturbed. Gary paused the video. “What is he doing to you?” I asked him.

“He’s bonding with me,” replied Gary casually. He resumed the video, but he muted the volume. On screen, Derek continued fucking Gary harder and harder against the crumpling sports car. Gary didn’t take his eyes off the screen as he narrated what happened.

Gary continued, “He’s already turned me gay, and stretched out my butthole. He’s growing my mind and putting a ton of information in there. He’s basically telling me everything, but instead of talking to me, he’s copulating with me.”

On screen, the wind had whipped something in the air, further obscuring the image. It was only when Derek abruptly stopped that I realized what it was. Gary was stuck halfway down Derek’s hyper cock and he was cumming continuously. Gary’s cum, whipped up by the mysterious wind, circled around them, illuminated by the flickering lights and spontaneous sparks.

“When did this happen?” I asked him.

“This was when he got back from his trip to the big city,” replied Gary.

“Wow, so he told you right away!” I said.

“Of course he did! He knows better!” Gary asserted, “Dang near blew out my brains telling me everything, though. Well, you see.”

On screen, Derek sat back on his bottom and brought his legs forward to stretch them across the three-car garage. Derek’s giant feet collided with Gary’s white pick-up truck and pushed it into the wall. The wall held, and the pick-up truck, and whatever was behind it, flattened against the soles of Derek’s feet. His legs stretched the width of two-and-a-half parking spaces, and his feet covered the wall across from him.

On screen, Gary hung, slumped forward, from Derek’s cock. He appeared to me unconscious, but he was still cumming. Derek sat against the wall breathing heavily. He grabbed his father’s body with his giant right hand.

“Fuck.” I groaned, trying to take it all in. Then, I noticed a very tall figure standing in the hallway.

“What are y’all doing?” asked Derek with a sly grin across his beautiful face.

Derek entered the living room, looming over everything. His hair grazed the ceiling, and each step he took with his oversized feet shook the room. His shoulders and chest appeared twice as broad as usual, but his waist was twice as small. His exaggerated muscles ballooned and bulged cartoonishly. He wore only his special pair of white briefs that held his basketball-sized ass cheeks and yoga-ball-sized package.

His nipples were as big as teacup saucers, and the stuck-out parts were the size of Vienna sausages. Thick patches of hair grew from his armpits and stuck out the top of his briefs. The rest of his body was covered in stubble, suggesting he had shaved it all a few days prior. His hair was cut much shorter than usual. His face was perfectly shaved clean and appeared exactly as exceedingly beautiful as before he got his powers.

“Welcome back, Son!” said Gary, “I was just showing Jeremy our first time.”

Derek crossed the room in front of the television as the sectional transformed. The section to my left rearranged itself, in high-tech fashion, into an armchair large enough to accommodate Derek’s size. Derek took his seat, and the chair reclined with ease despite Derek’s increased mass. He sat perpendicular to Gary and me, so his gigantic, stinky feet rested directly in front of us.

Derek looked at me directly and said, “Well, it’s only fair, I guess. He’s seen your first time with me, Mr. Russo.”

I looked at Gary. Gary was wearing only a clean pair of white briefs. I looked down at myself and saw that I too was wearing only a clean pair of white briefs. I looked at Derek whose briefs were not clean, but soaked through with his cum. He was still looking at me.

“You’ll find it difficult to keep your clothes on in this house,” Derek told me.

Gary and I responded in unison, “But at least you’ll find it easier to speak your mind!” The stench of Derek’s cum filled my nose on top of the persistent funk already hanging in the house. Gary and I broke into laughter. We glanced at each other and became infatuated with one another.

Gary and I both moved toward each other, and we made out for a few minutes. Derek watched us as if he were savoring a meal. When we broke our kiss, we did not break eye contact. We held our faces about two inches apart.

“You watched my first time with Derek on your TV?” I asked in a mocking tone.

“Yup,” answered Gary plainly, “and that time in your classroom.” Again, Gary and I broke into laughter. We were so giddy in love, we were like two teenagers. When we settled down, Gary asked me, “Is this your fantasy?” gesturing to our tighty-whities.

I looked down at Gary’s eggplant-sized bulge, then at my peach-sized bulge, and I replied, “Fuck no! This is all your son’s fucking bullshit.” I laughed, but Gary looked confused.

“Derek! This is your fantasy?” asked Gary incredulously.

“Dad, I have a lot of fantasies,” replied Derek, “The few I’ve tried out are a drop in the bucket of what I plan to do.”

“Dang,” sighed Gary, under his breath. Gary and I sat back in our loveseat section and sipped on our beers as we turned our attention back to the screen. On screen, Derek, giant and nude, with white, brightly-glowing eyes, taking up the entire three-car garage, used his father as a human fleshlight, his hyper cock appearing from and disappearing into his father’s ass.

“What is your fantasy?” Gary asked me.

Before I could answer, Derek chimed in. “I’ll show you his fantasy,” he said.

Suddenly, Gary morphed into a perfect facsimile of me, right in front of my eyes. His muscles deflated, and his six-pack became my beer gut. His eggplant bulge became a peach-like mine too. My eyes widened in shock, and I spit out my beer all over Gary as my clone. He reached for the armrest and grabbed a towel that materialized there.

“Mr. Russo,” said Derek, getting my attention. He motioned with his eyes and chin toward my armrest. I saw a plain, white-framed, handheld mirror on the enlarged armrest. The mirror had not been there before. I picked up the mirror and held it toward Gary, my clone, as he finished drying off. I felt embarrassed.

Gary, my clone, looked in the mirror and squinted his/my eyes. “Jeremy? I’m you, Jeremy?” he asked in my deep, gay voice, without a trace of his usual country twang, “Your fantasy is to be with yourself?”

“Yes,” I grimaced nervously. Gary, with my face, looked at me perplexed. “Well, before Derek,” I explained, “I had been single for six years: the entire time I lived in our small town. That relationship, the last one before I moved to town, was only six months long. My relationships have always been brief and rare. Before Derek, I was happiest when I was single.”

“So what!” exclaimed Gary with my voice, “I’m sure you still got around.”

“Not recently,” I replied, “Yeah, when I was younger, but I hit my thirties and I just lost my desire for sex with other men. I’ve had enough bad hook-ups, and I really preferred masturbating in the privacy of my own home to having sex with someone else. I thoroughly enjoyed my solo sex life … before Derek.”

“Huh, so you were a gay dude who didn’t have sex with other fellows,” said Gary skeptically in my voice, “but why do you want to be with yourself?”

“Because I love myself!” I declared proudly, “I’m the man of my dreams; I’m my number-one fan! Look, I am very self-centered, and I don’t really care about romance. I would honestly love nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with myself.”

I practically dove into my clone, Gary, for a deep passionate make out session with myself. As I groped around his body-like-mine, I felt it start to change. He morphed back into his own, more muscular form. Disappointed, I broke the kiss.

“You mean before Derek,” added Gary encouragingly, “right?” His usual accent and tone returned to his speech.

I didn’t respond right away. Instead, I turned and looked at Derek. His massive body, splayed out across the supersized recliner, filled my frame of vision. His beautiful face was the cherry on top. I was extremely turned-on by the sight of this impossible high-school-muscle-teen-fantasy-cartoon-come-to-life, but I knew the truth. I meant what I had said, even though I had chosen to be with Derek.

“I don’t mean to be rude,” I started, changing the subject, “but I am pretty hungry. Any chance we might be having dinner soon?”

“Hey Derek,” Gary called to his son, “How about we get our clothes on and have supper, and, uh, you can make yourself a regular-sized Derek, okay?”

“Right … supper,” said Derek while staring off into space for a moment. Then his recliner put itself in its upright position, and he stood up. As this happened his body transformed back into his usual form that he used in public. The permanent stench hanging in the air shifted to less cum and more herbs and spices. Clothing materialized on all of our bodies.

Each of us wore a sharp, well-tailored, black suit, a white shirt, and a blue tie. I wore a dark blue tie, Gary wore a pale blue tie, and Derek wore a bright blue tie. We each had on a pair of black shoes of slightly different design, with black socks and belts, of course. We looked ready for a fancy cocktail party. I was impressed.

“Derek, please show our guest to the dining room, while I fix up our plates,” said Gary, trying to sound a little fancier. I chuckled to myself.

Derek led me down the hallway and through a set of double doors, across the way from the stairs. The spacious, brightly-lit dining room had white walls, hardwood floors, and two large windows looking out upon the side of the wrap-around porch. A large wooden dining table with six matching dining chairs sat in the middle of the room: no other furniture or decor. A doorway on the left in the back corner led to the kitchen.

When Derek walked in, the room began to transform. Heavy dark-blue curtains materialized and covered the windows. The table shrank to a smaller round table, and three of the chairs gathered around the table as it moved closer to the kitchen. The other three chairs merged and morphed into a black, baby grand piano, which came to rest in the right corner of the room by the double doors.

A white tablecloth, three place settings, and a centerpiece of summer roses and candlesticks materialized on the shrunken table. Small side tables with more candlesticks and flower arrangements emerged from a couple of unoccupied spaces along the wall. An abstract painting appeared on one of the empty walls. The lights dimmed until the room was entirely illuminated by candle light. The transformation was seamless and took less than fifteen seconds.

Gary entered the room from the kitchen with a tray of food and drinks. “Dang Derek!” he exclaimed in wonder upon seeing the complete transformation of the dining room, “We are eating highfalutin fancy tonight!”

Derek smiled, mouth closed, as he took his seat closest to the entrance. I was still frozen in awe and confusion. Gary set the tray down upon a folding tray stand and noticed me standing in the large doorway. “Jeremy,” he called to me, and I snapped out of it.

“Derek!” I exclaimed jubilantly, “This is amazing!” I approached the table and looked down at the food on the tray: three ribeye steaks, three fully loaded baked potatoes, and three pints of beer. “You made all this food too?” I asked enthusiastically.

“Yes he did!” answered Gary for his son, “And he is an amazing cook! He knows just how you like it.” Gary was clearly very proud of his son’s abilities. He started setting the plates on the table. I took the seat in the back corner, leaving the seat by the kitchen for Gary. Derek and I waited for Gary to finish and take his seat.

When Gary sat down, he raised his glass to make a toast, and Derek and I raised our glasses in kind. “To Derek,” toasted Gary, “for graduation, and going to college. Congratulations, Son! I’m proud of you.”

“Congratulations, Derek!” I responded.

Gary and Derek clinked their glasses. “Thanks, Dad,” said Derek. Next, Derek and I clinked our glasses. “Thanks, Mr. Russo,” said Derek.

Then, Gary and I clinked our glasses. “Thank you, Mr. Russo,” said Gary.

“Thank you both,” I replied enthusiastically, “for welcoming me into your extraordinary home!”

“You’re welcome,” Derek and Gary responded in unison as they started cutting their steaks. My steak was medium-rare with garlic lemon butter on the side, while Derek and Gary ate their steaks cooked rare, and Derek added steak sauce to his, while Gary did not put anything on his steak. Our potatoes were loaded with butter, sour cream, chives, cheddar cheese, and bacon bits. I was drinking my favorite pilsner, and they were drinking the regional pale lager.

No one spoke for some time. The room was filled with the sounds of mouths chewing, throats swallowing, knives cutting, and forks scraping against plates. The meal was incredibly delicious, despite the unusual stench which still hung in the room, over the aroma of food, flowers and flames. Finally, I broke the silence, “The food is really good, guys!”

“Thank you,” replied Gary, “but it’s all Derek, here.”

“Literally,” added Derek. That piqued my interest.

“Derek, how are you doing all of this?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” asked Derek in return.

“Well, the food, the table, the room, our clothes,” I explained, “This is all you, right?”

Derek didn’t respond right away. He was chewing on a piece of steak.

“I’m sorry, Derek,” Gary chimed in, “I tried to explain it to him.”

Derek swallowed. “It’s okay, Dad. He just wants to learn,” said Derek, “Besides, he’s not bonded to me or this house like you are. He doesn’t enjoy the same innate understanding you do.”

“Wait, y’all are bonded right now?” I asked eagerly, “And the house too?”

Gary nodded while chewing on a bite of steak.

“That’s right, Mr. Russo,” replied Derek, “I’m bonded to Dad right now, and I’m bonded to the house. Since Dad is in the house, he’s effectively bonded to the house too. I can transform Dad and the house. I can transform the rooms, the furniture, and the decorations. I can conjure up the clothes and food. I can remove and change your clothes because you’re inside the house. However, I cannot change your body right now, because you and I are not bonded.”

Derek spoke with an accent and mannerisms similar to mine. It was like he was doing an impression of me, except he seemed totally genuine. His voice sounded gay. Gary noticed his son’s uncharacteristic behavior. He was staring at his son as he took a sip of beer.

“What about the beer?” I asked.

Derek smiled at me. “You love that beer,” he said, “I learned that about you, the first time you and I bonded, when you demanded I turn into you. Well I ordered some to try it, and now I can reproduce it at will. The tricky part is getting it to taste how you remember it tasting, which is slightly different from the real thing.”

I caught a whiff of the locker-room stench, and I was filled with a strange sense of wonder. “Fascinating!” I marveled.

Gary cleared his throat. “So, Derek,” he said, “Have you told Mr. Russo what you plan to study at Western State?” Gary seemed uncomfortable discussing the details of Derek’s powers, which was a shame, because that’s all I wanted to talk about.

“Oh yeah,” said Derek, “I don’t really have to declare a major right away, I could just do general studies, but I’ll probably be a business major.”

“That’s great, Derek,” I replied, trying to mask my antipathy. The business majors at my college always seemed to have the most free time. It made sense, though. Derek wanted more free time to explore his powers.

We continued making small talk as we finished dinner, avoiding the topic of Derek’s powers. Mostly we just talked about how good the food was. The beer glasses refilled themselves and remained chilled throughout dinner. When the three of us were finished eating, Gary stood up.

“Hope you saved room for dessert!” said Gary. Gary went back into the kitchen to fetch the dessert. Derek flashed me a smile, and the vibe in the room relaxed. Our place settings reset themselves; whatever food scraps remained disappeared, leaving our plates and silverware spotless.

Gary came back into the room with a smaller tray in his left hand. He placed a large piece of chocolate cake in front of Derek and a piece of cheesecake with cherry topping in front of me. For himself, he set down a banana split made with soft-serve ice cream topped with whipped cream and chocolate, pineapple, and strawberry toppings. Gary sat down and said, “Dig in!” and we did. That cheesecake really hit the spot.

“So Mr. Russo,” said Derek as we ate our dessert, “We want to let you in on our plans.”

Gary nodded in agreement, with a mouth full of ice cream.

“Thank you,” I said between bites of cheesecake, “but I’m not sure what you mean.”

“I know,” replied Derek, “and it’s a lot to explain, but I want you to be a part of those plans.”

“I know,” I replied, “I figured when you got me a new job, you had plans for me.”

“Well, it’s a bigger deal than you think,” explained Derek, “When I let you in, we become a triad: you, me and Dad.” He took a deep breath. “When that happens, I get to level up, so to speak.”

“Level up? Like your powers?” I asked.

“I don’t know, maybe,” said Derek, “That will become clear later. What’s important right now is what it’s going to take to let you in. I’m going to bond with you on a much deeper level than before.”

“Like you saw how he did with me on the TV,” added Gary.

“Fuuuuck,” I sighed.

“It’s okay, Jeremy,” said Gary, reaching for my right hand with his left. I put my fork down and took his hand. “You’ll be all right,” he reassured me, “It’s very safe.”

“A lot of your questions about me will be answered,” Derek told me, “A lot of ancient secrets will be revealed to you. You must pledge your loyalty to me and your commitment to my vision, and you must promise to keep my secrets.”

“I do,” I replied almost instinctively, “I mean, I pledge my loyalty and commitment, and I promise to keep your secrets.”

“Good,” said Derek, “and you need to understand that once we begin, we can’t stop until we finish, and once it is done, it will be very difficult to undo. You will be the third in our triad until we add another. Father is committed.”

Gary stood up and put his hand to his heart. “I am devoted to you, Son!” he sounded off, “I am at your service to see your vision true! Being your father is the honor of my life!”

Derek stood up and glared down at me, “What say you, Teacher?”

I stood up, looked Derek in the eyes, and told him, “I meant what I said, Derek. I won’t let you go through this alone. For a life ‘beyond my wildest dreams,’ you told me. I’m in. Let’s do it!”

“Yeehaw!” shouted Gary in celebration. “Welcome to the family, Jeremy!” He stretched his arms around me and brought me in for a warm hug. He held me close and squeezed me tightly. After a moment, he and I kissed, and we didn’t stop. Derek came around the table from behind his father and wrapped his long arms around Gary and me, as we made out.

Our clothing rapidly faded away, disappearing off of our bodies. The three of us were completely nude in a matter of a few seconds. Not a shred of evidence was left of the stylish suits we were wearing just moments before. Gary and I continued making out. Derek held us tight, picked us up, and whisked us out of the dining room with supersonic speed.

In a flash, Gary and I were making out on top of a large bed, much bigger than a Wyoming King. The room was in fact the size of the house. Derek had made the entire interior of his house one large room, and the bed took up about a ninth of the floor, as one large square, in the exact center of the room.

When Gary and I finally stopped making out, I spun around on top of the giant bed, looking around the enormous room in wonder. The walls were white; the windows and doors were gone. The room was empty except for the giant bed on the hardwood floors. The bed was covered in a custom set of white sheets which covered the entire mattress. The room was illuminated in soft white light, the source of which was unclear. There did not appear to be any visible light fixtures.

“Wow!” I exclaimed, and my voice echoed in the resonant, empty room. I looked at Gary, who sat about three feet away from me. His huge, hard cock closed some of that distance between us. He was looking at me with a thirsty smile. I was hard too. “Where is Derek?” I asked Gary.

“All around us,” Gary said mysteriously, while outstretching his arms and looking around the room. I found this endearing, and I got on my hands and knees and crawled to Gary. I practically pounced on him, and we resumed making out. We smashed our cocks and bodies against each other, while our hands explored every inch of the other’s body we could reach.

Our kissing intensified. Gary and I rolled across the bed. I felt the bed rise beneath us. I wanted to see what was happening, but when we came to a stop, Gary immediately began sucking my neck, and the pleasure overwhelmed me. I could not open my eyes, as I moaned in ecstasy.

The bed’s surface distorted as rows of mounds, the size of pillows, bubbled beneath the bed sheets and hardened. The surface was no longer like a cozy mattress, but more like hard rubber. The sheets suddenly became soaked through with sweat from underneath. Only then, did Gary let up.

I opened my eyes and scanned the room. The bed had transformed into a 31-foot-tall Derek who himself laid on an even more massive bed which completely covered the vast floor. Derek’s giant body had the same proportions as his normal form. He had just been sized up by a factor of five in each of three dimensions.

Five to the power of three equals 125 times the size of his normal form. He lay flat on his back diagonally across the room. Had he lay perpendicular, his head and feet would touch both walls on either side of the room. Had he stood up on the floor, his head would have broken through the roof of the house.

Gary and I were on top of Derek’s giant abs, over three feet above the mattress top. We were like dolls to him. Gary and I sat up, marveling at the sight of his son’s massive, young, male body. The sheets, draped over Derek’s midsection, clung to Derek’s skin, soaked through with his sweat. The sheets disintegrated and dissolved into the sweat, until there was nothing between us. Derek’s giant, over-three-foot-long, flaccid cock began to stir with arousal.

Suddenly, a hand shot up out of Derek’s giant navel, less than a couple feet in front of us. I shrieked, startled. The hand came down and started pushing against the side of the navel, and the other hand appeared from deep within the navel, doing the same. Derek’s giant belly-button stretched, and Derek’s head popped up out of it.

“Derek?” I asked, surprised.

“Hey y’all,” replied Derek, “Hang on a second.” Derek, normal-sized, worked his way out of his own giant navel, while Gary and I crawled across his giant stomach and helped get normal Derek out of giant Derek. He was completely nude and covered in the giant’s sweat, just like Gary and me.

“Thanks y’all!” Derek said, and a wave of his sweaty stench inundated my senses. I immediately lost all desire to speak. I wanted to listen, observe, absorb, and learn.

Derek motioned toward the massive penis behind him and said, “It’s gonna take awhile to erect that tower, there. In the meantime, let’s make Mr. Russo feel welcome.”

Gary placed his hands on my shoulders from behind me, and guided me as we sat down on the giant abs. Then he spun me around and gave me a series of kisses from my lips, down my neck, chest, and belly, to my crotch. Derek sat down behind and brought his long legs around either side of me, stretched out. He wrapped his right arm around my chest and gently pulled me against him. His huge cock was just starting to get hard.

Gary began licking the front of my cock from balls to tip and back down. I leaned back against Derek’s broad chest. Derek rested his chin on top of my head. “Lick his balls,” Derek commanded his father, and Gary complied.

I groaned in pleasure. I took my right hand and placed it on the back of Gary’s head. I ran my fingers behind his ear, and traced his jawline to his chin. I guided his head up until the tip of my cock rested on his lips. Gary took my cock in his mouth. I stretched out my arms and rested them on Derek’s thighs, which rested on the outside of my thighs, which wrapped around Gary.

Gary gave excellent head. He took my entire seven-inch erection in his mouth, and Derek reached around and held his father’s head down. When he pulled his father’s head off my cock, he said, “My turn.”

Derek got up from behind me and I slid out of the way. Derek stood before his father, and Gary knelt before his son. We watched Derek’s cock rapidly inflate to a plausibly-huge erection the size of a one-kilo salami. Derek pushed it down so it stuck straight out, and Gary opened his mouth wide and wrapped his mouth around the tip of his son’s huge cock. I played the third dolphin to keep the two men steady, since the giant’s abs beneath us were as slick as ever with the giant’s pungent sweat.

Gary’s mouth took Derek’s entire huge cock. Gary’s neck swelled to accommodate his son’s long, thick penis. Gary’s huge hard-on, the size of Derek’s, bounced and bobbed in front of him as he worked on his son’s cock. Derek threw his head back, eyes closed, and groaned in pleasure. My hands rubbed Gary’s back and Derek’s ass. We were slick with sweat all over like the giant body beneath us.

After a few minutes of good head from his father, Derek tapped me on the shoulder, and helped me to my feet. He pulled his cock out enough so that his cockhead was still in his father’s mouth, and he positioned me in front of him, next to his cock. Derek grabbed my cock and brought its tip to Gary’s lips, next to his huge cock. Gary’s jaw widened, and he wrapped his lips around my cock while sucking his son’s huge cock.

Derek and I synchronized our cockthrusts into his father’s face. I reached around behind me and ran my hands on the parts of Derek’s beautiful body I could reach. Derek lengthened his arms and stretched them around me to hold his father’s head in his hands. We fucked his father’s face until I started getting close.

Derek pulled me back, and our cocks audibly popped out of Gary’s enlarged mouth. Gary took a deep breath, and his face returned to normal. I turned around and planted a sloppy kiss on Derek, while his father held onto us for balance as he stood up behind me. Derek broke the kiss.

“Doesn’t my dad give great head?” Derek asked me.

I smiled back and nodded my head in agreement, as I clung to his sweaty chest.

“Why don’t you show him your appreciation by returning the favor,” Derek told me, as he gently pushed against my shoulders to guide me down on my knees. He continued, “while I get your asshole ready to receive your bonding.”

I obeyed, and once down on my knees, I turned around to face Gary and took his huge cock in my mouth. My neck did not change to accommodate Gary’s size, and I gagged on the first several inches. Derek pivoted and brought his right leg around me, and then his left in a 180-degree turn.

He stood over my body, each of his size-fifteen feet planted on either side of me, with his back to his father. He squatted enough so his huge balls rested on my back, and he bent over. I brought my bottom up and stuck my ass out to meet his face, as he bent down. Derek started licking my asshole while I continued working on his father.

He stuck his tongue inside me, and it expanded and flexed in odd ways. His tongue pressed the wall of my rectum against my prostate, and I felt a connection, as if a tiny door opened in my prostate. I could feel Derek’s influence taking hold of my rectum. Derek continued to maneuver his tongue around the edges, I felt my hole expand as he worked his mouth further into me.

I continued to suck Gary’s cock with enthusiasm, even when Derek pulled off my ass and stood up. He positioned himself behind me, and sat down on the giant beneath us. He had me get up and squat with a wide stance, so he could lie on his back and slide underneath Gary and me.

Derek lay on his back on top of the giant. Gary stood with a wide stance over Derek, directly above his huge cock. I squatted with a wide stance over Derek, directly above his chest, while I sucked on Gary’s cock. Derek grabbed my ass cheeks with his hands to hold me up, and he sat up enough to bury his mouth in my ass.

Derek’s tongue swelled to become like a cock and rammed through the little open door in my prostate. I felt a strange twist in my rectum, and the tip of Derek’s mouthcock separated from Derek and merged with my rectum, prostate, and adjacent tissues. I came suddenly. Derek’s mouthcock transformed back into his tongue, which he pulled out of me. My anus was ready.

I was still sucking Gary’s cock when Derek slid back a little, out from under Gary and me, and he sat up behind me. He held my thighs and guided my asshole onto his cock. My anus stretched around his huge cock, and I slowly lowered my ass to take more and more of his cock into me. I felt the part of Derek that merged with me expand his influence beyond my asshole. My body tingled as his influence spread down my legs, up my spine, throughout my body, and to my brain.

My neck swelled to accommodate Gary’s huge penis, and I began to take his entire cock with ease. I must have been a sight to see, bouncing on Derek’s massive manhood, while bobbing my head back and forth to fellate his father’s oversize cock; I could not care. It felt beyond amazing to be spit-roasted by my student and his father.

Derek pulled me down hard against his hairy crotch. He was all the way inside me. My mouth popped off Gary’s cock, and he faded from my awareness. Suddenly, I felt like my being was merging with normal-size Derek’s being, without any physical transformation occurring. It was like his mind was washing over the inside of my body, grabbing hold of every cell, preparing to change me.

Derek merged with my mind and blew it wide open. Derek knew every corner of my mind in an instant. He had known before, but I was not privy until now. He pushed against the vast boundaries of my thought, knowledge, and memory, and expanded my mind. In these new mental spaces he created, he filled me with understanding of what was happening to me. Derek prepared me to receive a full course of instruction on how his powers worked.

The strange twist in my rectum was snagged in the direction of a higher spatial dimension and created a tiny distortion in the fabric of space-time inside my ass. Derek’s cock stretched this snag into a portal to a parallel space outside our three dimensions, into which his cock passed. Derek converted some of the matter from his cock slipping into hyperspace, into my expanding anal tissue.

Derek stopped, and Gary took my hand and helped me off Derek’s cock for a moment. The portal closed around his huge cock, as he pulled out of me. Although, it did not close completely. I still felt Derek merged with me, even when we weren’t touching each other.

Gary spun me around so I was facing Derek, and he guided me back onto his son’s cock. I slid down Derek’s pole, which stretched the portal and passed through it again. Derek pulled me down onto himself, and I lay forward against his chest. Gary crouched behind me and knelt down, placing his knees on either side of Derek’s long legs.

Gary pressed the tip of his huge cock against my anus right above Derek’s huge cock. My anus stretched to accommodate the second huge cock, and the two men fucked me together. Gary’s cock disappeared into my ass portal as well. I could feel that Derek was merged with Gary, just the same as me.

Finally, my body began to change. Tiny snags emerged within my body, and matter poured in from the parallel space and merged with me. My muscles, height, and cock increased in size. This had happened before, but I was unable to perceive it until now. I took on the same shape and proportions as Derek and Gary. I was on the edge, as my cock grew to match their size.

I could feel both men stretching my hole and filling my ass. I could feel their cocks rubbing against one another. I could feel we were all on the edge. I felt Derek wrap his lips around my cock and take my huge cockhead in his mouth as both he and his father thrust hard into my ass at the same time.

We came, the three of us, together. Together, we could feel our orgasms compound. An endless amount of cum excreted from our huge balls, increased through our prostates, and blasted out from our long cocks.

Derek and his father’s cum pumped into my ass, passed through my prostate, and joined my cum as it all flowed out of my cock, down Derek’s throat. Derek pulled in stable, unorganized matter from the unknown, parallel space, through the portals in our prostates, and he converted it into our cum. Then our cum poured back into the parallel space, through the portals in my rectum, and at the back of Derek’s throat.

I became aware of another as I merged with the rest of Derek: the giant beneath us. I could feel his body’s sensations as if they were my own, on top of Gary’s, the smaller Derek’s, and my own. I could feel the soft bed and pillows underneath the giant; I could feel the three of us fucking on his stomach. I could feel the giant’s cock stiffening and bringing itself upright.

I could sense beyond that too. The bed, the room, the house, even the particles floating in the air, all were merged with Derek. Now, I couldn’t feel them like I could feel what was against giant Derek’s skin. Inanimate objects don’t have sensory nervous systems to experience the sense of touch, but all matter and energy carries information. Every molecule merged with Derek, captured information and sent it to Derek’s mind, so we could still sense the surroundings with the inanimate parts of Derek.

The entire house and everything contained within it, including Gary and me, were part of Derek, merged with his being, under his control. Derek had merged the house with himself and created a space where he could exercise his power without limits. I could not sense what lay beyond the outer edges of the house where Derek ended. For all I knew, the house had been transported from its rural neighborhood into outer space.

Cum began to materialize on the surface of the large bed, and pooled around the giant. The cum was an extension of Derek. The cum began to solidify in certain places and formed into nude male bodies. Many copies of Derek, of different sizes, materialized from the cum and scrambled on top of one another to climb onto the giant, who had begun stroking his colossal cock.

As the crowd of Derek’s clones approached us, Derek and Gary lifted me off of their cocks. Gary transformed into yet another copy of Derek and was lost in the swarm, as the crowd of Derek’s clones surrounded me. They lifted me up with their strong hands, placed all along the backside of my body and limbs. I rose toward the ceiling as the Dereks formed a human pyramid beneath me.

Their goal was obvious. The giant’s monolithic cock had fully hardened into a fifteen-foot tower of hot hypercock. As I approached the top of the cocktower, I felt my anus begin to dilate in preparation to accept the monumental manhood. Thick globs of precum, the size of cantaloupes, erupted from the giant tip. The mob of Dereks, at the top of the pile of Dereks, gleefully gripped the edges of my hyperanus, and stretched it over the head of his giants’ hypercock.

As more and more of the giants’ shaft entered my asshole, I grew and transformed. The matter poured into my body from extra-dimensional space, and Derek converted the matter into human tissue. I became another giant Derek, the same size as the one who lay below the multitude of our smaller clones writhing around me.

I rode my twin giant’s hypercock, and he thrust into my hyperanus. Gary and I had become completely subsumed by Derek’s being. We were but recipients of the indescribable pleasure of Derek’s meta-meta-masturbation. Derek existed at the nexus of matter, energy, and information, on top of the fulcrum between reality and possibility.

His transformations were the products of his imagination passing through our reality from higher spatial dimensions of which we cannot conceive, just like the Sphere passing through Flatland. Derek is the sphere; I am the square. I am two-dimensional; I exist on a plane, and I see only a line, though I can perceive depth. I can only move in four directions: forward, backward, left, and right.

Derek is three-dimensional; he sees my plane from above and below and can move about freely in the space around it. In his exclusive space, he can make his wishes come true. Then he only needs to nudge them into my plane, to make them real. I just see, from the side, the edges of their cross sections appear and disappear, as they pass through my plane.

Two 31-foot-tall, giant Dereks fucked hard on the giant bed Derek, which covered the giant floor Derek of the giant, house-sized room Derek. Derek was filled with hundreds of differently-sized Derek clones, with the same proportions as the usual Derek. The clones kissed, groped, sucked, and fucked one another’s bodies, and defied gravity, as they formed an intricate lattice-like structure of Derek-lovemaking that filled the giant room, Derek, around the two giant Dereks. I felt every Derek simultaneously inch closer and closer to climax, but it did not overwhelm my newly-expanded mind, until …

Though Derek, with Derek, and in Derek, in unity with his father and his teacher, all glory and honor was Derek’s, almighty Derek, in that moment when Derek came from every prostate portal and penis inside himself.

Infinity in one place! Eternity in one moment!

Sweet, blissful release of orgasm as communion with my One True Self!

Radiant Masculinity, Powerful Homosexuality: Come!

Derek filled himself with cum and sank into a deeply restorative afterglow. My being completely dissolved into a homeopathic blip in the ocean of Derek’s gestalt. My metamorphosis was complete. I had become the third in Derek’s triad: the beginning of his inner circle.

Life in the triad that summer was amazing! Derek and I were on our last summer vacation before going off to college together. I quickly became a regular fixture at the Masterson family home. Our neighbors and the folks in town were only ever aware of my romantic involvement with Derek’s dad, Gary. No one outside the triad had knowledge of Derek’s involvement in our relationship, much less his dominion over it.

I spent most of my time, and most of my nights, inside their family home. As soon as I would enter that house, I would try to bond with it as quickly as possible. That usually meant finding a relatively cock-shaped object somewhere in the house and shoving it into my ass. Once bonded inside the house, it was almost like I had Derek’s abilities, the way Derek would transform my body and manipulate my mind.

Derek was at his most powerful inside his family home. Derek’s house was virtually an extension of himself, so being inside the house was like being inside Derek. Outside the home, Derek was still very powerful, but there were several layers of limitations on when and how he could use his powers, and with whom.

First and foremost, Derek could not use his powers on women or children, nor could he reveal his powers to women or children. Derek could take advantage of many of his abilities in the presence of women and children, but he was completely incapable of using his powers in any way that risked revealing any inkling of his supernatural status to any human being who was not a man.

This meant that Derek could really only exercise the best majority of his powers either alone or with other adult men exclusively. Derek grew more powerful the farther away he was from femininity and childhood. What distinguished men from women was messy and complicated, but what separated the men from the boys was a simple matter of age. Derek said that a boy becomes a man when the sun sets on his eighteenth birthday.

Even when Derek was only around men, he could not use his full power right away. Derek first needed to prepare their minds. Derek was able to influence the minds and memories of men in his proximity (without bonding). Once influenced, they would never be able to speak about Derek, unless they were with Derek in a place he could use his powers explicitly.

Even if all these conditions were met, Derek still had to use his powers to command the space and seal it off from any and all human beings not within his thrall. Only then, could Derek reveal his true power and make real the impossible. That meant that the places Derek ended up using his powers were rooms occupied only by men, in which every man was under his mental influence. Once Derek began, no one would enter or leave until he was finished.

As for me, I only got to see the real Derek either at his place or mine. I wanted to experience Derek’s powers out in the world, but given the hard limits, it was not possible. For six years, I was the only gay, high-school teacher in that small town. Most of the people I interacted with in my life were women or children. Even on summer break, away from school, those connections persisted.

Outside the privacy of my home and the Masterson home, I didn’t really belong to any other all-adult-male spaces. Gary, on the other hand, got to take Derek with him to work. Gary was a self-employed farm and ranch mechanic. I could only imagine what wild hijinks those two got up to in Daddy’s workshop.

I had a feeling Derek was using his abilities in other places too, with other men. Noah, Carlos, and Tucker all still lived in the county that summer. I was sure Derek was visiting them over the summer as well. I would think of that time in fifth period Calculus. I wanted that again, and I didn’t want to wait until August.

Over those first couple weeks of vacation, I came up with a vague idea of how to get with Derek in a novel setting, out in the world. It was June, and I thought we could crash a Pride party somewhere that met Derek’s specific needs. One evening, over family dinner, I made a suggestion.

“Hey y’all,” I said, addressing Derek and Gary. “I think we should do something fun for Pride!”

“Pride?” asked Gary. “What do you mean?”

“He means gay pride, Dad,” said Derek.

“Oh,” grunted Gary, as he shoveled a heaping spoonful of fried rice into his mouth. Derek had made Chinese food for dinner that night.

“Yeah, June is LGBT Pride Month,” I began, “and I was thinking we could go to the big city for Pride later this month.” When I said “big city,” Gary suddenly stopped chewing and looked toward his son with concern.

Derek did not look up from his plate when he gave his reply. “No, I don’t think I want to do anything for Pride,” Derek replied softly. An awkward silence fell upon the room.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “Was it something I said?”

“I’m not ready to go back to the big city yet,” said Derek.

“Oh,” I sighed. “Of course, I didn’t think about that. I’m sorry Derek.”

“It’s all right,” replied Derek. He looked up at me with a slight smile in the corners of his pouty lips.

“You know,” I smiled back. “Pride isn’t just in the big city. I’m sure we could find something closer to home.”

“Yeah right,” scoffed Derek. “Pride out here, in the middle of nowhere?”

“Why not? Gay guys live out in the country too, you know,” I countered. “Pride doesn’t have to be a big city parade.”

“What do you have in mind, Jeremy?” asked Gary.

I shoved a piece of General Tso’s chicken in my mouth to chew over Gary’s question.

Derek chimed in while I was chewing my chicken. “I don’t want to travel to any other cities either,” he added wistfully.

“Well, there are probably some country bars having events,” I suggested, “or some parties we could crash, that are closer to home.”

“Around our small town?” Derek asked skeptically. “I highly doubt it.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised, Derek,” I told him. “Gay men have been living and working in these parts for a long time. This is cowboy country!”

Derek raised an eyebrow and gave me a skeptical look. I’d seen that look so many times during his junior and senior year in our Algebra classes, before he got his powers. A spark ignited within me, and suddenly the scent of spearmint added itself to the perpetually shifting odors—sweat, cum, spices, weed, and motor oil—hanging in the room. I switched to teaching mode.

“Well, Derek,” I began. “You wanted me to teach you about what it means to be a gay man. Well, it’s time for your first lesson in Gay History.”

Gary’s face lit up. “Ooh, Teach!” he beamed. “Can I take your class too?”

“Absolutely, Mr. Masterson!” I said. “So, your first lesson is about gay cowboy history and culture in the western United States. Your success criteria are: ‘I can compare and contrast the gay and mainstream historical perspectives on the American cowboy,’ and, ‘I can analyze sources to discover a rural Pride event in my region.’ Any questions?”

Gary’s hand shot up from the dinner table.

“You can’t be serious,” groaned Derek, as he buried his face in his enlarged right hand.

“Yes, Mr. Masterson,” I said enthusiastically, acknowledging Gary.

“I went to a gay rodeo once,” admitted Gary.

“Really?” I said, taken aback. “I mean, that’s a great example of gay cowboy culture, Mr. Masterson!”

“Yup, but it’s way past rodeo season,” explained Gary.

“Y’all, this is pointless!” interjected Derek. “I can literally read both y’all’s minds!”

“Just because you have access to knowledge, doesn’t mean you’re putting it to good use!” I countered. “You must extend your thinking—synthesize and interpret data—to solve problems.” I let out a deep sigh, and, turning to Gary, I added, “He’s always had trouble with those higher depth-of-knowledge tasks.”

“Fine!” groaned Derek, “but can you just give me the abstract?”

“Great use of academic vocabulary, Derek!” I praised. “Yes, I can!” I took a couple of minutes to gather and organize my thoughts. However, with my expanded mental capabilities from my bond with Derek inside his home, it was amazingly easy to construct an impromptu abstract.

“Traditional cattle drives in the western United States date back to the earliest Spanish colonies,” I began. “After the Civil War, cattle drives became a major economic activity, as a compromise to get cattle to market quickly while maintaining a marketable weight. Men would spend months at a time out on the open range, away from their families, with no one but their fellow cowhands for companionship.”

Derek perked up and gave me his attention, and Gary continued to listen while working on his meal.

I continued, “A subculture developed around bachelor marriages, same-sex contradances, and rendezvous on the frontier. Gay cowboy culture has continued to endure and evolve since the days of the old cattle drives, and its traditional celebrations have been embraced by the modern LGBTQIA+ community.”

There was a brief moment of silence as Gary took a swig of beer to wash down a bite of food. “Dang Jeremy!” exclaimed Gary. “Gay cowboys! I never thought about it before, but it makes sense!”

“Right? A dozen men out in the countryside, no one else around for a hundred miles, no witnesses but for a few thousand cows. How does that sound, Derek?” I asked.

“Okay, Mr. Russo, I get it,” Derek acquiesced. “Maybe there’s some Pride thing we can do closer to home.”

“And you’ll analyze and connect all that knowledge you contain to find a Pride event you want to go to, with your dad and me?” I asked Derek.

“I’ll think about it,” answered Derek.

We left that topic of conversation there. I was skeptical that Derek would pull through, but I wanted to give him space to explore on his own. A few days later, I was visiting Derek and Gary at their house. We were having dessert after another family dinner when Derek raised the issue.

“I figured out what we’re doing for Pride,” said Derek casually.

“You did your homework!” I exclaimed.

“What do you got, Son?” asked Gary.

“We’re going camping at Rendezvous Ranch next weekend,” said Derek.

“Rendezvous Ranch?” asked Gary.

“It’s this private campground out in the hill country, on land owned by some gay billionaire,” said Derek. “There’s going to be a big campout of men who like men out there for Pride next weekend. They’ll have food, music, and different stuff for us to do. They got bathrooms and showers. We gotta bring our own tent and gear, but I got that covered. Anyway, I already registered y’all and reserved a nice campsite.”

“That’s great, Derek!” I exclaimed.

“Where in the hill country?” asked Gary.

“Like two hours south of here,” replied Derek.

“Who’s this billionaire?” asked Gary.

“He’s just some guy,” replied Derek. “I don’t think he has anything to do with it, Dad. I think he just leases the land.”

“This big campout for men who like men,” said Gary. “How many men are we talking about?”

“Around 60,” Derek guessed.

“Sixty men!” Gary shouted.

I held my tongue.

“Yeah, Dad,” said Derek. “It will be fine.”

“That’s a lot of men, Derek!” exclaimed Gary.

“It’s not like I’m going to have them all at once!” retorted Derek.

“Gary, I think this will be good for Derek,” I said. “I think it’s important for him to meet other gay and bi men from different walks of life. I think this will be good for you too.”

“I’m not sure, Jeremy,” said Gary.

“It’s Mr. Russo’s birthday next Saturday,” said Derek.

“It’s true,” I confirmed. “My birthday really is next Saturday. This weekend getaway would be the perfect birthday present.”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” said Derek. “We’re doing this for your birthday. Come on Dad! It will be fun. I promise you will have a great time.”

“All right, I’ll go,” Gary warily agreed. “We’ll all go, and we’ll have a good time!”

“Oh, thank you, Gary!” I cheered. “You won’t regret it!”

Friday morning came, and I was at home. I had stayed at my house the previous night to pack my bag. I sat in my armchair with my bag packed, and waited for Derek and Gary to come pick me up. My heart skipped a beat when my phone pinged with a notification.

“I’m outside,” texted Gary.

I bolted up from my armchair, grabbed my bag and my water bottle and scampered out the door. I spotted Gary getting out of the driver’s side of a shiny, blue sports car parked on the street in front of my modest house. I quickly locked up and trotted out to meet Gary. We kissed affectionately as a greeting.

“Is this the car you’ve been working on in your garage?” I asked Gary. “It looks brand new!”

“I’ll tell you in the car,” answered Gary, as he opened the rear trunk. It was empty and very small. When I placed my bag in the trunk, it took up half the available cargo space.

Confused, I asked. “Where is all the camping gear?”

“I’ll tell you in the car,” replied Gary.

“And where is Derek?” I added.

“Jeremy!” snapped Gary. “Get in the car!”

I couldn’t have been happier to take this trip, but Gary still seemed apprehensive. I opened the passenger side door and slipped into the sports car’s cozy interior, as Gary got in on the driver side. Derek’s signature stench filled my nostrils as we closed the doors. Gary pulled out onto the street, and we sat in silence for a few blocks.

“So where is Derek right now?” I asked Gary.

“I’m right here,” said Derek’s voice, emitting from the car speakers.

I gasped in surprise.

“Derek is the car,” grumbled Gary.

“Yup,” confirmed Derek, “and you don’t have to drive, Dad. I got it under control.” Gary’s seat moved back some and reclined on its own. The steering wheel steered itself once Gary took his hands off the wheel. Derek said, “You two just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

“Wow! This is pretty cool, Derek!” I marveled. “Are you going to change back once we get there?”

“Not exactly,” answered Derek mysteriously. “It’s 21 and up, so officially, I’m not going be there.”

I looked over at Gary, and I began to understand the source of his anxiety.

Derek continued. “But unofficially, I’ll still be around to help you guys blend in.”

“What do you mean, Derek?” I asked nervously.

“Don’t worry about a thing, Mr. Russo,” said Derek confidently. “I’ve taken care of everything.”

As we drove out of our small town, Derek transformed the seats to resemble bigger versions of his nude torso and lap without arms, legs or heads. The clothes Gary and I were wearing ripped in half down the front of our bodies, whizzed around our sides, and disappeared behind us, sucked into the seats. I felt a tongue slither into my anus from the seat beneath me.

Derek bonded with his father and I, and our penises each instantly inflated into fifteen-inch long, three-inch wide, full erections. We ejaculated simultaneously, and our cum shot up and splattered against the interior roof of the sports car, as if it were waterproof. Our cum rained down upon us and bounced unnaturally off every surface inside the car, except for the glass windows.

Our orgasms subsided after a few minutes, and a little while later the cum had settled, covering the windows, while the rest of the car’s interior remained spotless. The windows were completely obscured by the thick coat of our cum. Sunlight still illuminated the car, but it was clouded by our cum. We could not see out the windows.

Gary and I moaned in pleasure as the tongues of our seats thoroughly licked our assholes from the inside. We began to grow in height, and our muscles ballooned in size. The car interior became even more cramped as muscular arms sprouted and grew from the shoulders of the torso-seats. The remaining interior upholstery inside the sports car became like Derek’s skin.

The arms of our seats reached forward and began to sculpt the steering wheel in front of Gary and the dashboard in front of me into two huge, male asses. Each pair of hands grabbed and squeezed both sides of each bubbly ass. Each thrust both thumbs in between the big buttcheeks to form the asshole. The arms contracted, and the hands pulled the asses they had just finished sculpting, from the dashboard, over our cocks, down to our crotches.

Our cocks inside the dashboard asses were stroked and squeezed by the powerful muscles that lined the inside of the flesh tubes. The tongues from our seats hardened into cocks and began thrusting in and out of our own assholes as we reclined on the lap and torso seats. I rolled my head over on my left side, and pressed my cheek against the left pec of my seat, to look at Gary.

He was cartoonishly oversized and over-muscled, writhing in his seat as he was serviced by his sports-car son. The steering wheel had been transformed into a long torso which emerged from the fleshy dashboard, with its backside facing toward Gary, and a giant, juicy, muscled, male ass at its base. Likewise, the glovebox in front of me had become an identical torso and ass emerging from the dashboard in front of my seat.

“Gary,” I moaned, calling out to him.

He turned to look at me; his face was twisted in excruciating bliss. I sat up enough to lean over to him. The center console shrank away between us and our seats glided into one another until their shoulders merged into one giant shoulder above our heads. Gary and I fell into a deep kiss over the giant armpit. Sweat and body odor spewed over us as our three minds melded with one another’s.

For a moment, all my senses were overwhelmed by the stench. Then, Gary and I opened our eyes and shared our vision. We could see through each other’s eyes simultaneously. We could sense our surroundings with each other’s bodies too. We could also feel with the parts of the bodies we used as seats, as well as those emerging from the dashboard.

Beyond the organic parts of us, I could vaguely sense the inorganic parts of the car: the combustion and pistons in the engine, the spinning wheels and tires rolling on the road, and the wind flowing over and around the car’s exterior. Gary’s mind became delighted, and I sensed that he was mentally exploring the various parts of the car with our newfound car-sense.

I brought my mind back to the interior and concentrated on our seat-bodies to merge them into a sort-of car-bed for us. Gary’s body merged with and absorbed into the car-bed body we were reclining on, and he disappeared into the car. The driver-side dashboard torso and ass stretched itself over driver seat’s huge cock that was fucking Gary, until he had disappeared. Derek’s head emerged from the giant broad shoulders behind me.

Derek made himself a legless giant with double-wide proportions, and he filled the interior of the sports car. He had two huge cocks: one inside me, and one inside the former-steering-wheel body. I contorted my torso to turn around and make out with him. The sensations of our two bodies compounded, but Gary and the car were beyond the reach of my expanded senses.

“Where is your dad?” I asked Derek when I broke our kiss.

“Oh, I thought I would let him drive for a while,” winked Derek, as he thrust his cocks hard into me and his dashboard body.

I groaned and asked Derek, “Did you make your dad the car?”

“Mmhmm” Derek grunted in affirmation, as he brought his giant left hand to my face. He used his oversized index finger to gently lift my chin and bring my lips to his. My torso twisted and stretched to accommodate his size while I remained seated with his cock inside my ass, and my cock inside the dashboard’s passenger-side ass.

Derek and I sank into a deep, long, passionate, open-mouth kiss as we continued to fuck inside the car. We rode each other as we rode for perhaps forty or fifty miles, slowly bringing each other to the edge of climax. As Derek and I communed in our sex, I caught glimpses of his plans for Western State. I saw a realtor sign in front of my house showing it had sold; I saw a hallway in a college dorm; I saw a men’s locker room, and I saw a row of houses with various large Greek letters displayed on their facades.

The stench filled my nostrils, and the pleasure overwhelmed my mind. I came hard into the dashboard ass, but I did not transcend. I opened my eyes, and saw Gary was back in the driver’s seat. The seats had returned to their initial positions, and they had returned to the form of two sets of limbless, headless torsos and laps. My huge cock was still buried inside the partial body emerging from the dashboard in front of me, but Gary’s had transformed back into a steering wheel, which was mostly eclipsed by Gary’s enormous erection.

“What happened?” I asked Gary.

“We got pulled over,” said Gary with a tinge of remorse.

“Oh no!” I exclaimed, as I sat up and looked around. All the windows were still frosted with a thick coating of our hardened cum.

“Derek!” I called out. “Let us see what’s going on!”

I heard a loud crack behind me, and Gary and I both sat up and turned toward each other to look out the back window. Cracks appeared on the solidified layer of cum. The cum quickly melted and oozed from the window, and pooled onto the rear shelf behind our seats. After about twenty seconds, the rear window was clear.

“Don’t y’all worry now,” said Derek, as the seat belts Gary and I were wearing tightened and restrained us. “I got a plan to get us out of this.”

The highway cop had been sitting in his car until that moment, when he got out of his patrol car and approached our vehicle. Gary and I watched through the window in silence. The cop stood tall and exuded swagger as he slowly walked over to our car. He wore a wide-brimmed cowboy hat, aviator sunglasses, and a tan police uniform that was tailored to accentuate his muscular build. He had a thick, walrus mustache, and he kept his right hand resting upon his holster.

I saw a bird, a grackle, fly over our car and alight on the hood of the patrol car. The bird peered into the windshield and then flew around, into the patrol car, through the front, driver-side window that the cop had left down. The cop did not seem to pay any mind to the grackle, and he did not notice it fly into his patrol car.

“I’m disabling his dashboard camera,” explained Derek’s voice from the car speakers. “This shouldn’t take long.” The cop continued slowly approaching our car. He was a few steps from the driver-side door of the sports car when Derek said, “Got it!” and our car shook.

The cop suddenly stopped and faced the back of the sports car. He gripped his firearm with his right hand without removing it from his holster, and he took a few steps back from the vehicle. Inside, we remained absolutely still. The cop stretched out his left hand in front of him and crouched a bit as he approached the rear of the sports car.

Suddenly, the back of the sports car warped in shape, but it was hard to see from our vantage point. A large, tentacle-like tongue shot out of the back of the sports car and wrapped around the cop. He had no time to react as the tongue retracted, and he disappeared beneath the back window. The car shook violently as the tongue pulled his body under.

“What happened?” I shouted.

“Derek! What did you do?” cried Gary.

“Relax!” boomed Derek’s voice from the speakers. Gary and I immediately complied. Within a few seconds, the pool of cum behind us rose up, coated the rear window, and re-solidified to obscure the view. Then, the car started itself and drove off. Derek spoke again at a softer volume. “I am preparing our guest to be received,” he said. “Y’all need to get ready too.”

The steering wheel transformed again, and grew around Gary’s huge cock, becoming the legless, armless, headless ass and torso as before. Our torso-and-lap seats shifted themselves into the upright position. My legs stretched and lengthened and my feet merged with the car, as did Gary’s. The entire sports car became a fleshy, organic body beneath the blue, metal, outer shell.

After merging with the car, I felt the cop squeezed and squirming in the rear compartment as Derek subdued him and bonded with him. Inside the cabin, the stick shift and the center console grew and transformed into a giant cock and a huge pair of balls. A large anus materialized behind us, between our seats.

“Incoming!” announced Derek.

The highway cop shot out, ass first, from the large anus, totally nude, and landed on the giant cock in the center, so perfectly that the huge cock instantly fucked him in the ass. He had been transformed. Each of his muscles had ballooned to cartoonish proportions. He had gigantic, spherical asscheeks and muscle-breasts, but his waist was extremely small in comparison. Cum was gushing from his colossal cock.

Each of his thighs were the size of my chest and torso, and they rested heavily on my left and Gary’s right arms. The cop’s knees pressed against the roof of the car, and his feet squeezed into the small space behind our seats. His wrists were handcuffed together behind his back. His back leaned against the center of the dashboard, and his head was stuck between the top of the dashboard and the cum-coated windshield.

The muscle-cop’s giant, cumming cock and balls took up the remaining space between Gary and me. All four partial bodies, on which Gary and I were fucking and sitting, rotated forward nearly 180 degrees, and our faces slammed onto the highway cop’s muscle breasts, our mouths around his enlarged nipples. Gary and I kept fucking and getting fucked by the four limbless laps and torsos. All of our oversized bodies were already packed into that tiny sports car, like sardines, when the roof of the car began to cave inward.

The roof morphed into a giant face resembling Derek. The large face above us stuck out his lips and sucked the enhanced cop’s massive cock into its mouth. The rear view mirror above the cop transformed into a long serpentine penis and slithered into the cop’s mouth. Derek’s giant rigid center cock fucked the cop’s voluptuous ass, while his giant face sucked the cop’s giant cock, and the cop sucked Derek’s windshield cock.

As I sucked on the cop’s oversized nipple, it transformed into a small erect cock, jutting out from the cop’s massive muscle breast. I sucked the nipplecock with more enthusiasm, and it began shooting cum into my mouth. I started cumming again, as every part of my body was being pumped and squeezed by all the flesh and muscle surrounding me.

The sports car zoomed down country backroads as those of us inside sucked and fucked one another to climax upon climax. Waves of sexual pleasure washed over us and permeated every corner of our connected bodies. Our orgasmic screams and moans drowned out the sounds of the car.

Finally, Derek’s voice boomed from the speakers. “Time to go, Officer!” he sang out, and the seats Gary and I were sitting in returned to their upright position. The highway cop popped off the giant, center cock, and tumbled back. The giant anus between Gary and I puckered up, and the cop slid, ass first, into the giant anus. Within a few seconds, he had exited the interior cabin through the anus with a loud juicy pop.

The interior of the car transformed back to normal, and the cum on the windows disintegrated and vanished. There was no sign of the highway cop. Presumably, Derek had ejected him from the rear of the sports car. At the time, I didn’t care; I was basking in the afterglow.

I sat back against my seat and leaned my head against the passenger door. I stared out the window, and I became entranced by the rolling hills covered in tall grasses, wild shrubs, and short trees, baking in the hot summer sun. I felt absolutely satiated, to the point of falling asleep, and I slept the rest of the drive there.

I woke up in Gary’s muscular arms. He and I were both naked. We were outside. It was hot, but we were in the shade. I was lying on the ground in dirt, and he was kneeling beside me, holding my upper body, propping me up. My mouth was very dry, and everything smelled like sweat and cum with notes of the usual herbs and spices. The morning sun streamed through the verdant canopy of live oak branches and dappled our bare skin with summer heat.

“Jeremy! Is it really you?” Gary asked me as my eyes adjusted to the light.

“Of course it’s me,” I replied, “Who else would I be?”

“Well, you weren’t exactly yourself a few minutes ago,” said Gary with a smile.

I sat up, and Gary let me go, but he remained close to me. I looked down and caught sight of my body, but I did not recognize it. My body was as muscular as an underwear model. My flaccid cock appeared as large as my usual hard-on, and my balls were each the size of a small orange. My enhanced body looked more like Gary’s or Derek’s than mine.

I began to look around and take in our surroundings. Gary and I were on the ground in the middle of a small clearing surrounded by a thick grove of trees, beside a large, empty campfire ring. There was a picnic table in a shady spot on the edge of the clearing. The clearing was at the end of a trail that led down a gentle slope through a heavily wooded area.

“Where are we, and how did we get here?” I asked Gary.

“We’re at our campsite at Rendezvous Ranch,” answered Gary. “Now, before you ask me any more questions, Jeremy, answer me this: what is the last thing you remember?”

I thought back to the car ride before I fell asleep. “I remember having a lot of mind-blowing sex,” I began. “We were all squeezed together, you, me, and that highway cop that pulled us over, inside that tiny blue car that was really your son using his powers.”

“Do you remember anything else, after all that sex?” asked Gary.

“After all that sex? Wow, let me think,” I responded. “Well, the cop left, somehow, and all the cum that was covering the windows had disappeared because I remember I was looking out the window after… I must have fallen asleep in the car. I don’t remember after that.”

“You don’t remember anything since the car?” Gary asked skeptically.

“Not before waking up just now, no,” I insisted.

Gary sighed and shook his head. “That was yesterday,” he said, “The car ride happened yesterday.”

“What!… How?... “But I don’t…” I stammered as I bolted up off the ground.

“Happy birthday, by the way,” Gary chortled as he got up from the ground too.

“I lost a whole day?!” I shouted, “How?! What happened?!” I was pacing around frantically.

“Woah! Woah Jeremy! Shhh!” hushed Gary. “I’ll tell you, but you need to calm down. We can’t have anyone overhear.”

I turned toward Gary, and he pulled me into a strong, tight embrace to comfort me. We were two tall, hung, muscular studs hugging, naked, in the middle of the woods. The odor of sex hung in the air around us, but it also emanated from us. I could smell it wafting off our naked bodies. I pressed my body against Gary’s, and he squeezed me even tighter in response. Our large, dangling cocks stirred in each other’s proximity.

“You’re calm now,” Gary told me in a firm yet soothing tone of voice. “You feel better, and you won’t get upset at what I have to tell you.”

I nodded. He was right. I had calmed down, and I felt much better. Something about the sound of his voice mixed with the smell in the air soothed me.

Gary gestured toward the picnic table for us to sit. We brushed ourselves off and walked over to the picnic table. We sat down next to each other on the same bench, facing the trail. He put his arm around my shoulder. “The thing you gotta remember is that things don’t have to make sense when you’re with Derek,” he told me.

“Where is Derek?” I asked Gary.

“Oh, he left a few minutes ago,” explained Gary. “In fact, right after he left, you fainted and fell right over there,” he said, indicating the spot in the clearing where we had just been. “But before he left, he was with us the entire time since we picked you up at your house yesterday, and he was using his magic the whole time too. My point is you don’t need to understand every little thing that happened. A lot of it, I can’t explain anyway.”

“Okay, go ahead,” I said calmly. “Tell me what happened.”

“So, before you fainted, Derek had taken control of your body and spoke to me through you,” explained Gary. “He told me he was in control of you, and he told me he wanted to try something new. He wanted to ‘diffuse his molecules in the air,’ he said, and go across the campground, but doing that meant he wouldn’t be able to make our clothes or the tent or the gear or any of the stuff he was making for us. He said it was all going to disappear, and it did. That’s why we’re naked and all our stuff is gone.”

I glanced down at myself, then quickly scanned the empty campsite, and looked back at Gary. I laughed in spite of myself. I knew Gary and I were naked, and perhaps it registered that we didn’t have any camping gear at our campsite, but until he pointed it out, I hadn’t considered it. Now the revelation aroused me even more. I could feel my enlarged cock steadily chubbing up.

“What about my memory?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Gary replied, “Derek probably wiped it, but I can’t be sure.” He squeezed my shoulder, and I turned to him and kissed him passionately. When we pulled apart, he smiled at me. “You are really turned on by all this,” he chuckled.

“I guess so,” I smiled back. “What else did he tell you?”

Gary was about to respond when we heard voices calling out from down the trail. “Yoohoo! Anyone home?” a voice called out in a playful falsetto. “We’re here to see the birthday boy!” called out another voice, in a deeper tone but just as playful.

“Who is that?” I whispered to Gary.

“Hang on! I’m not sure,” whispered Gary. “Shhh! They’re getting closer.”

Gary and I watched as two men came up the trail to our campsite. One was a tall, burly, man, with shaggy white hair wearing a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt, khaki cargo shorts, orthopedic hiking shoes and a white fisherman cap. He looked to be in his 50’s. His partner was much shorter, much thinner, and much younger, with long, black, straight hair. He wore a loose-fitting white ribbed tank top, a pair of light-blue, denim cut-off shorts, and sandals. He looked to be around my age or a few years younger.

“Hey, I recognize them,” said Gary softly. “It’s Mark and Miguel from the neighboring campsite. Mark’s the taller one; Miguel’s the shorter fellow. I actually like these guys. They’re pretty nice, unlike everybody else here.”

“Hello, hello, hello!” Mark called out.

“Howdy Mark! Miguel!” replied Gary, standing up instinctively, out of respect. Gary had inadvertently revealed his fully nude form to the two men. His cock was half hard and stuck out at a 90-degree angle from his body: 10 inches and still growing.

“Hi,” I said timidly. I remained seated at the table, keeping my huge, hardening cock mostly hidden from view. The intense odor of sex still hung in the air, and I was feeling very aroused.

“Happy birthday, Jeremy!” Miguel sang as he came around the picnic table to greet me with a hug. I felt myself quiver at his touch, but I did not reciprocate his embrace. “What’s the matter?” Miguel asked me.

Dare I tell him the truth? I just stared blankly at him.

“So um, Jeremy here, he’s had a bit of a rough morning” Gary chimed in, patting my back. I looked at Mark standing across the picnic table from me, then to Miguel standing next to me. Both men kept stealing glances at our exposed, expanding, enlarged endowments. Gary leaned over and nudged me. “It’s okay, Jeremy,” he whispered to me, “You can tell them the truth.”

“I can’t remember anything from the last 24 hours,” I confessed.

“Oh my God! You poor thing!” Miguel exclaimed with an exaggerated sigh. He sat down on the edge of the bench, right next to me, and flung his arms around me. He pressed his body into mine and did not let go.

“Did you hit your head?” Mark asked me.

I began to say, “I don’t remember,” before Gary answered for me.

“He did!” said Gary, walking around the picnic table to Mark. “He fainted and fell right over there, and hit his head on the ground!” Gary pointed to the spot in the middle of the clearing where I had woken up next to him earlier.

Miguel gasped, still clinging to my muscularly-enhanced body. “Are you all right?” He asked.

“I’m sorry,” I began.

“He needs to get to the medical tent right away!” barked Mark.

“I don’t remember you,” I finished. Finally, Miguel released me from his grip and looked me in the eye.

“How long ago did he fall?” Mark asked Gary.

“Of course! Well, I’m Miguel,” said Miguel, indicating himself.

“Maybe fifteen, twenty minutes ago?” replied Gary.

“And that’s my husband Mark,” said Miguel, indicating the brawny, older man talking to Gary.

“Twenty minutes!” exclaimed Mark, “Why haven’t you gone to medical yet?”

“We’re open, by the way,” Miguel whispered in my ear, looking down at my huge dick, so I know he saw it twitch at the sensation of his warm breath across my sensitive ear. I wasn’t even fully hard yet, and a pearl of precum began to pool at the tip of my penis.

“Well Mark, I don’t know if you have noticed,” Gary said, raising his voice, “but all our stuff is gone, including our clothes!”

No one said a word. The awkward silence was accompanied by birdsong and leaves rustling in the breeze above us. I immediately wished Gary hadn’t said anything. I had a feeling that neither Mark nor Miguel would have noticed anything out of the ordinary had Gary not just pointed it out to them.

Mark and Miguel looked around the empty clearing. “What happened?” Mark asked.

“I don’t remember,” I answered.

“And I can’t explain it,” declared Gary.

Gary and I looked at each other. I glared at him, and he gave me a nervous grimace. I hoped our pathetic responses would suffice to put an end to Mark’s constant stream of queries. I had my own questions that needed answering.

Mark cleared his throat. “First thing’s first,” he said, “We have to get Jeremy checked out by the medic.”

“But Mark, all their stuff is gone,” said Miguel.

“Really guys, I feel fine,” I insisted.

“I’ll say!” remarked Miguel, eyes bulging. He was looking at my cock which was as thick as a large cucumber, just over a foot long, and still growing. “How much bigger is that thing gonna get?” Miguel asked, almost mesmerized by my huge semi.

“I don’t remember,” I confessed. Miguel gave me, or rather my penis, a puzzled look, and I smirked like I was joking, but he wasn’t paying attention to my facial expressions. Meanwhile, Mark walked over to me and placed his hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him when I felt his hand, and he looked me straight in the eye.

“We’ve got a doctor staying at the campground this weekend,” said Mark. “He’s a personal friend of mine. You should at least let him check you out.”

Gary walked back over to the picnic table and sat back down on the bench next to me, back leaning against the table. Gary leaned over to me and lowered his voice to speak to me directly. “Maybe Mark’s right, and you should get checked out by the doctor,” he said, “You did fall and hit your head pretty hard.”

“But Gary, we’re naked and we don’t have any clothes to put on!” I pleaded.

“Trust me! No one here is going to mind that you and I are walking around naked,” Gary laughed.

“I certainly don’t mind,” cooed Miguel flirtatiously from my other side.

“You wouldn’t be the first couple to wander around the Ranch in the buff,” Mark reassured me, leaning toward me across the table in front of me with his hand still on my shoulder.

“Besides, you like that kind of thing,” Gary whispered playfully in my ear, “You’re a bit of an exhibitionist.”

Gary and Miguel simultaneously kissed me on each cheek while Mark took his hand from his shoulder and caressed my neck and the back of my head, still leaning across the table. My cock lurched, still inflating, and a spurt of precum shot out the tip of my cock and splattered against the underside of the picnic table.

With an involuntary moan, I acquiesced, and the four of us headed for the medical tent. Mark led the way, Gary walked beside me, and Miguel brought up the rear. The trail wound down the hillside through the trees in a large zig-zag. Our campsite, at the summit of the large hill, was quite isolated from the other campsites downhill.

I moved pretty slowly since I wasn’t used to walking barefoot on dirt and gravel trails, much less naked with enhanced muscles, huge, heavy balls, and a massive, unyielding erection. Gary, however, seemed much more adept at maneuvering such a body and showed no signs of struggle. Our hard-ons had settled at the familiar fifteen-inch-long, thicker-than-my-wrist proportions that Derek so often took in our play together. Our large testicles, each the size of an orange, at last complemented the true size of our manhoods.

As we hiked down the hill, Mark and Miguel filled me in on how we met the day before. I tried my best to listen to what they were telling me, but everything about my situation aroused me. The stench of spicy sex wafted off my perfectly muscled body. My huge cock was rock hard and leaking pre-cum the entire way down the hill. I could feel the cum roiling inside my big balls.

From what I gathered, Mark and Miguel were hiking past our campsite in the afternoon, and Gary and I invited them to have a few beers with us. Apparently, we had a very romantic setup with an abundance of luxury camping gear before it disappeared. The four of us went on a hike afterward, and Mark and Miguel showed Gary and me around Rendezvous Ranch before dinner. They said they didn’t see me much after dinner, but they did spot Gary and I on our way back from breakfast that morning.

Mark and Miguel never mentioned Derek, even though Gary had told me earlier that Derek was with us the entire time. I wanted to ask Gary about it, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so. I would look at Gary, and my gut would tell me to wait until we could not be overheard.

Gary walked beside me just as naked, muscular and erect as I was. The same stench exuded his body too. However, Gary seemed cool, composed, and much more capable of controlling his urges than me, as if he had a lot more practice. Several times on the way down the hill he caught me casually rubbing my sensitive nipples or absentmindedly stroking my massive cock. He would subtly bring it to my attention, so I would stop, at least for a little while.

Mark pointed out their campsite, and we passed another down the trail before we started running into other campers. As they approached us, Mark would firmly ask the men we encountered on the trail to step aside and let us pass. Each time, they would step aside to let us pass, and stare at Gary and me as we walked on by. The more men that stared at us, the hornier I became.

As we turned onto the main trail, a group of young guys in swimwear walked past us from further up the main trail. One of them seemed to recognize me. He was attractive, muscular, and six feet three inches tall. He wore only a speedo and a pair of flip-flops, and he had a towel draped around his neck. The huge bulge of his Speedo obscenely protruded three inches out from his body. He smiled at me and asked me, “What’s up?”

A surge of precum spat out my cock in response, and I let out an involuntary moan. I lost my footing and stumbled into Gary’s arms as he caught me. I was so turned on that Gary’s touch against my bare skin sent a shockwave of pleasure through my body. I leaned against Gary with my eyes closed as it passed through me. When I finally looked up, the tall, young man in the Speedo had moved on.

“Who was that?” I asked Gary.

“I’m not sure,” replied Gary. “I didn’t recognize him.”

“I didn’t recognize him either,” said Miguel from behind. Miguel, Gary, and I had stopped, but Mark hadn’t noticed and continued further down the main trail. “Hey Mark! Wait a second!” Miguel called out to his husband.

I clung to Gary to try and steady myself, each of my hands groping a different bulging muscle. Several times we poked each other with our huge, hard penises as we struggled to maintain our balance. Bursts of euphoric sensations radiated throughout my body each time my cock made contact with Gary. When I finally found my footing, Gary asked me, “Are you all right?”

“No, Gary!” I moaned, “I need to cum!”

“Hang on,” muttered Gary, “I don’t think that’s such a good idea right now.”

I looked around and realized that the main trail was much more crowded than the trail from our campsite. The main trail connected the campsites to all the campground’s amenities and facilities. As such, there were several men coming and going in all directions. To make matters worse, our antics had drawn a crowd of spectators.

“I don’t care, Gary!” I declared, as I began to stroke my cock with my right hand. My rock-hard cock filled my fist, so my fingers couldn’t reach my thumb around my thick cock. “I need to cum now! And I want them all to watch!”

“No you don’t!” asserted Gary, as he grabbed my right forearm and pulled my hand from my cock. “I know you get turned on by the very idea of all these men watching you. When men look upon your glorious, naked form, it must feel as if they are groping and stroking you just with their lustful gazes.”

Gary spoke with such dedication, that both he and I became entranced by his speech. While he spoke, the rest of the scene around us faded from our awareness. We stared deeply into each other’s eyes. There was only him and me.

“It all feels so good you can barely stand it,” Gary continued. “But you can stand it, easily! You will hold off cumming until the doctor has seen you. Until then, you won’t even think about cumming, and when you finally do cum, it will be when no one is watching!”

For a moment, I went completely numb. I was disoriented and my train of thought was scrambled. As my awareness of what was happening around me returned, I felt a surge of phantasmic sensations all over my body.

The dozen or so men gathered around us, including Mark and Miguel, were staring at us. I felt a dozen invisible hands groping my muscles, fondling my balls, and stroking my cock. The level of pleasure I felt as a function of time ever-more-closely approached the limit of overwhelming my self-control, but it would never cross that orgasmic asymptote.

“Feeling better?” asked Gary.

“I feel amazing!” I affirmed. “I feel so good right now, like I’m so close to… well, I can’t think of anything to compare it to. I’m so glad you guys convinced me to come down here!”

“Glad to hear it!” exclaimed Gary.

“Don’t worry, you two,” said Mark. “We’re almost there.”

With a newfound sense of control over my enhanced body, I was able to move at a much quicker pace. I felt more comfortable in my new, heavier, muscular form. My enhanced endowment no longer hindered my ability to walk. The trail beneath my bare feet no longer bothered me as we hurried along. Even the summer heat felt more manageable.

We quickly made our way to the medical tent. Mark did a pretty good job of parting the masses of men, but his loud commands drew a lot of attention to us. Men not only parted for us and watched intently as Gary and I, holding hands, strode confidently past them, they also followed us and formed a large crowd behind Miguel.

I felt twice as many men’s gazes rubbing my back and groping my ass, compared to those groping my pecs, rubbing my abs, stroking my fifteen-inch cock, and playing with my heavy balls. A steady stream of precum flowed from the tip of my cock. My sexual pleasure quickly plateaued at the limit of keeping my cool, which itself was improving with practice in real time. I was edging perfectly, elegantly balanced on the precipice. I could enjoy it all and maintain my composure without craving any more.

I squeezed Gary’s hand as our enhanced bodies kicked into overdrive. Sweat oozed out of our bodies like a perpetually self-wringing sponge. Our pungent stench emanated off every inch of our skin with grave intensity. Our sweat created a perceptible zone of haze and humidity around us which expanded outward as we hurried down the trail.

We weren’t talking to one another, so I allowed my mind to wander as I let the bliss flow through me and the sex radiate from me. “Any man staring at my naked body can also feel exactly how his gaze makes me feel,” I mused aloud. Suddenly, the unseen hands became more intentional in their movements and concentrated around my cock and ass. I turned my body to the side and began to walk sideways, so the crowd behind me could stroke their own cocks by gazing upon mine.

“Too bad they don’t have your edging ability,” snarked Gary. “They don’t have your self-control.” Suddenly, the men surrounding us began moaning. “Once they cum, they’ll move on,” said Gary. One by one, men started peeling off from the group. It seemed like those closest to Gary and I, who spent the most amount of time in our hazy, humid zone, were the first to cum and go.

Only Mark and Miguel seemed immune to our effect. Mark marched ahead of us, so he wasn’t looking in our direction, but Miguel was behind us, so he was. Miguel’s gaze seemed to bounce on and off me. I imagine he was trying to watch where he was going while keeping his sights on Mark and stealing glances at Gary’s equally irresistible backside.

We got to the medical tent shortly thereafter. A young man was sitting outside the tent, under an awning, playing on his phone. Mark walked up to him and explained my situation while I stood off to the side, flaunting my nudity and flexing my muscles. The crowd had significantly thinned but a few men were still gathered around us obsessively scanning my exposed erection.

After a few minutes, Mark pulled me away from my adoring fans. It was time for me to get checked out. Mark introduced Gary and me to the young man, Duane, who was the medic on duty. Mark told us that he had called his doctor friend and he was on his way to check me out. In the meantime, Duane would help me, and Gary would stay with me, but Mark and Miguel had to leave us there.

Duane was a cute, skinny guy in his mid-twenties. He was a little shorter than Gary. He wore a white, medium-size polo shirt, which hung loosely from his bony frame, and relaxed blue jeans with hiking boots. He led us inside the medical tent and closed the flap behind us.

Inside the tent were two cots, a few chairs, a table, and some large storage containers. Gary sat in one of the chairs while Duane examined me. Duane had me walk around in circles and stand in different poses to check my gait and my balance. I could feel his glances run across my body as a series of several soft and swift caresses.

Next Duane sat me down on one of the cots, checked my eyes, and asked me a series of questions about my memory, cognition, and if I was experiencing other symptoms. Throughout the exam, Duane made notes on his phone. He seemed very focused on his job and avoided looking at me more than he had to. Though when he had finished, he finally allowed himself to really look at me.

“Now at this point, I would normally ask you if you are in pain and to rate your pain on a scale from one to ten,” Duane began. “But since I can feel what you’re feeling when I look at you, I’d like to perform a visual examination to better assess your appropriate pain rating. Would you be all right with that, Jeremy?”

“Absolutely!” I beamed.

“Perfect! Now, lie back on the cot,” instructed Duane, “I want to begin with your abdominal area.”

Duane looked intently at my stomach, but he seemed to have trouble seeing around my cock. I would occasionally feel his gaze peek around my giant shaft and rub my six-pack abs, but I mostly felt his gaze stroke my cock. When he moved on to observe other areas of my body, he always chose a vantage point that put my cock in his sights.

Finally, he had me flip over, so I was lying on my cock and stomach, and he thoroughly examined my backside. His gaze messaged my back as he worked his way down to my ass. His eyes lingered there. I could feel his ogling forcefully rubbing my ass cheeks.

“I think I found an issue in your gluteal muscles,” he said. “I’d like to take a closer look. Could you please bring your hips up like this?” Then he gently grabbed my hips and guided me onto my elbows and knees on the cot, so my ass stuck out in the air. Then he spread my cheeks wide and stared at my asshole, trying to penetrate me with his eye contact. “Just like that,” he moaned.

“All right! That’s really not necessary!” interjected Gary, inserting himself between Duane and my anus. “We all know Jeremy is not in any pain right now.”

“I’m sorry,” Duane apologized.

“Thank you, Duane!” Gary asserted loudly. “Now, I would like a moment alone with my lover here.” He put his left hand on Duane’s right shoulder and pulled him in closer. “You will go back outside the tent,” commanded Gary in a firm tone of voice without breaking eye contact. He and Duane both appeared somewhat entranced by his speech. “And make sure Jeremy and I have this tent to ourselves until the doctor gets here.”

Duane silently complied with Gary’s command, and left us in the tent by ourselves. “Thank you, Duane!” I called out as Duane left the tent.

“Finally!” sighed Gary as he sat down across from me on the other cot.

“You didn’t give him a chance to tell me if I was going to be OK!” I chided.

“You’ll be fine. It doesn’t matter anyway,” said Gary, lowering his voice. “When Derek comes back, he’ll fix you right if anything’s wrong.”

“Where is Derek?” I asked, matching his volume. We spoke quietly so as to not be overheard.

“I didn’t get to finish telling you about when Derek left,” said Gary. “So he was using your body to explain his plan to me. He told me while his molecules are in the air or whatever, he’s gone and we’re stuck being naked with nothing at this campground. But he said we would be fine, because while he’s in the air, he’s still affecting everyone’s minds. He said he would make everybody more accepting of the unusual stuff happening around us.”

“Anyway, that’s when all of our stuff and our clothes just disintegrated into dust and disappeared into thin air.” Gary spoke with increasing agitation yet still under his breath so as to not be overheard. “And when it was just you and me standing in the middle of our empty campsite after all our gear was gone, you had Derek’s I’m-up-to-no-good smirk on your face, and you said, ‘I’ll be back tomorrow to give y’all a ride home.’ Then I guess Derek left your body because you just fell to the ground, and Derek was gone.” He took a deep breath and added, “You woke up a few minutes after that.”

“Oh my gosh! I wish you would have told me this before we started walking down here,” I said.

“I know, I’m sorry,” said Gary, “but I couldn’t tell you with Mark and Miguel there.”

“Don’t you see, Gary? Derek didn’t leave,” I said. “Derek is here! Derek is the air all around us.”

“What? No,” Gary responded.

“Think about it!” I said, “We can’t talk about Derek’s powers outside your house unless Derek is with us, right? ‘The magic keeps his secrets.’ So we’re talking about Derek’s powers right now which means we must be with Derek right now. He’s diffused in the air, right?”

“Okay, fine, but I thought he left,” said Gary. “He told me he was going across the campground.”

“Maybe he meant he was going to spread…”

“Shhh!” hushed Gary, cutting me off. “I think the doctor is here.”

Sure enough, at that moment, the tent flap was pulled back, and the doctor entered the tent. He was six feet tall, in his mid-50’s, and just as muscular as Gary and I. He was completely bald, but he had a handsome face. He was carrying a white, wide-brim cowboy hat in his right hand which he set down on a table near the entrance.

He was dressed provocatively in a tight, light-pink T-shirt and a pair of light-blue skinny jeans. The fly on his jeans was open and the zipper pulled all the way down with his huge package exposed. His bright-orange briefs appeared to be packed with two golf balls and a bratwurst. Without a belt, his jeans were held up by the significant shelf of his shapely ass. His clothes looked too small for his size, as if his muscles had outgrown them, but he still wore them anyway.

He took out his phone and looked down at it as he read my name aloud, “Jeremy Russo?”

“That’s me,” I replied.

He looked up from his phone and immediately recognized me. “Oh! It’s you,” he said. I did not recognize him, so he must have met me during the time I have no memory of. He watched me as he stepped forward and stood in front of us. Strangely, his eye contact did not produce any sensations like Duane’s had.

The doctor broke the awkward silence. “I’m Mark’s friend, Dr. Webster,” he said. “And who is this?” he asked me, indicating Gary.

“Oh, this is my boyfriend Gary, Gary Masterson,” I replied.

The doctor not-so-subtly squinted and tilted his head before smiling and presenting his hand to shake Gary’s. “Pleased to meet you, Gary!” he said.

“Nice to meet you!” Gary replied as they shook hands. Gary and I were still naked and fully hard, but the doctor seemed to pay that no mind. I had also totally accepted the doctor’s lewd attire, and Gary didn’t seem to mind it either.

“Now Jeremy, I understand you fell and hit your head and you’re having difficulty remembering. Is that right?” the doctor asked as he pulled up a chair and took a seat in front of me.

“Yes Doctor, that’s correct,” I replied.

“Can you tell me more about that?” asked the doctor.

“Well, Gary says I fainted this morning, and that I fell and hit my head,” I began. “I guess I was out of it for a little while.”

“He was only out a few minutes, tops,” interjected Gary.

The doctor silently glanced at Gary, and then looked at me with raised eyebrows indicating I should continue.

“So when I came to, I didn’t have any memory of being here at Rendezvous Ranch. I remember Gary picking me up from my house yesterday morning, and part of the car ride here, but I don’t remember anything from the time I fell asleep in the car yesterday morning to when I woke up after fainting this morning.”

“So you don’t remember anything from last night?” asked the doctor.

“No, Doctor,” I replied.

“You don’t recognize me?” asked the doctor.

I silently shook my head no. I looked at Gary nervously, and he squinted at me with suspicion. I think the doctor sensed my apprehension. He turned to Gary and said, “Gary, I would like to speak with Jeremy in private. If you…” He paused. “You will wait outside with Duane until Jeremy and I finish,” the doctor commanded; his speech was unwavering.

Gary paused for a moment, staring down the doctor. Then he turned to me and kissed me on the lips. Then, as if compelled by the doctor’s speech, he got up to leave. “Goodbye, Gary,” I said.

As he exited the tent, Gary turned around and said, “I’ll be right outside.” He closed the tent behind him, leaving me alone with the doctor. I looked the doctor up and down, and I noticed his cock was growing underneath his orange briefs.

“So you don’t remember me,” said the doctor, “My face doesn’t seem familiar to you at all?”

“No, I’m sorry. I don’t remember you,” I insisted.

“Are you fucking with me?” the doctor asked me.

“No, Dr. Webster, I swear!” I exclaimed, and I lost my cool. “I don’t remember anything from yesterday or last night or early this morning!” I rambled. “I don’t know you! I don’t remember meeting you!” I caught sight of the tip of his big boner beginning to breach the waistband of his briefs. My erect cock lurched and a sputter of precum ejected from it. I suddenly remembered how badly I needed to cum before, when we were walking down the trail.

“You really don’t recognize me,” sighed the doctor.

“What happened?” I asked, “How do you know me?”

“Well, you know? I don’t normally look like this.” He reached behind his neck and pulled off the tight pink T-shirt he was wearing over his head. “All buff and hung like this,” he continued. “I’m guessing you don’t normally look like this either, do you?” He kicked off his shoes.

“Just tell me what happened between you and me, please!” I implored. “I do not remember!”

“You made me look like this,” answered the doctor. “You gave me this body last night with your sex magic.” He didn’t take his eyes off mine as he grabbed either side of the waist of his jeans and forcefully pulled them down his legs. I didn’t say anything. I watched him carefully. My cock throbbed as it gushed precum from how fucking horny I was. I couldn’t handle it like before.

“You told me that you could give me a body and a cock like yours,” continued the doctor, as he finished taking off his jeans. “Just for this weekend, and that I would turn back to normal and forget it all happened once I left the Ranch, if I let you fuck me.”

“That doesn’t sound like me,” I objected. “Besides, I don’t have any magic.”

“Bullshit!” the doctor called out. “Look at me!” He pulled down his briefs and took them off to reveal his huge ballsack and his steadily rising monster cock. “It worked didn’t it? I’m impossibly huge and hung, and I can shoot so much cum! How else do you explain this?”

“Okay, yes! I believe you were transformed,” I told the doctor, eyeing his spectacular nude form up and down. “And you are right, I’m not normally this huge and hung either. But these are not things I would normally do, and I don’t remember any of it!”

“You know what I think?” said the doctor. “I think one of your sex spells backfired, and that’s why you don’t remember. You said I would forget about my transformation tomorrow, so obviously, memory wiping is a part of your magic too. And judging by the guys I’ve seen walking around this morning, I’m guessing I’m not the only one you’ve been casting spells on. I think you overdid it last night.”

I stood up from the cot, and the doctor stood up from his chair. We stood before one another naked. His cock was rapidly inflating to full mast, and soon, it would match my huge cock in sheer size.

“What you’re saying makes sense,” I said. “I know the magic you’re talking about, but it’s not mine. I mean, I can’t normally use magic. I barely understand how it works! If I was using sex magic last night, as you say… well, it makes perfect sense it would backfire.”

The doctor reached out and put his on my left cheek and held my head in his hand with his thumb pressed against my temple. I felt a warm sensation radiate from the left side of my face and down my spine. His cock was nearly fully erect. “You seem different today,” he said.

“I am different today,” I replied. “I have no idea who that was last night. I can’t remember…”

Just then, the doctor pulled me in for a deep, passionate kiss. I immediately wrapped my arms around him and sank into the kiss. He mashed our huge, erect cocks together between our over-muscled torsos, and we started grinding them into each other. Soon after, our abs were drenched in our precum.

At the same time, I began to perspire so profusely, my body quickly became slick with my sweat. The doctor’s hands slid across my slippery backside, and his backside became slick as I groped him with my sweaty palms. The perennial stench of sweat and cum fused with the more subtle aromas of turmeric, cannabis, and cloves dominated my senses and intensified my arousal. I could feel my sweat evaporating off my body and diffusing with the air.

I started kissing the doctor on his neck and slowly worked my way down his chest. I took a deep breath through my nose, and all I could smell was the same stench, not a hint of who this man was. I buried my face in his armpit and sniffed it loud and deep. I realized the same odoriferous sweat spewing from my body was secreting from his too.

I pulled myself away from the doctor and took a couple of steps back. I looked him up and down, unsure of what to make of this new revelation. His massive muscles and huge cock glistened with sweat and precum. He looked at me with ravenous eyes and a sly smile. “I want to fuck you,” he snarled.

I looked down at his huge, hard cock pointed directly at my face. “I don’t think I can take you,” I replied. “You’re too big.”

“Funny, that’s exactly what I said to you last night before you fucked me up my ass,” the doctor retorted.

“I fucked your ass with this huge thing?” I asked, pointing at my equally large cock.

“With ease,” breathed the doctor as he stepped toward me and put his arms around me.

“I don’t usually top,” I said as he peppered my neck with little, soft kisses.

“Oh, I never bottom,” he replied, and he continued his kisses.

I fell back into his embrace, and the arousal overcame me once more. We kissed and humped one another for a little bit before the doctor grabbed me by my hips and spun me around. He pushed me against a table at the edge of the tent that was covered in an assortment of papers and supplies. He then grabbed my chest with one of my huge pecs in each of his hands and pulled me back against him. He kissed me affectionately on the back of my neck as he fondled my chest and ground his massive cock into my buttcrack and the small of my back.

With his left hand, the doctor reached around me and pointed to the bowls on the table. They were full of condoms and little packets of lube. “See if you can find any XL’s,” he whispered in my ear. He started lubing up my hole, while I rummaged through the bowls.

It didn’t take long to find one, and he had me put it on him. The latex stretched over his huge cockhead and around his thick shaft, but it only made it halfway down his penis. He and I each grabbed a handful of packets and started opening and emptying them one by one to lube up the doctor’s giant cock. The doctor moaned in pleasure as we worked to lube up his huge cock from base to tip.

When the time came for him to put it in, I braced myself against the table and bent over. He took a couple of steps back and positioned the tip of his cock against my asshole. The head of his cock alone was nearly the size of my fist.

I was feeling afraid in anticipation of attempting anal with the doctor, when the words which Gary had spoken earlier crossed my mind: “When Derek comes back, he’ll fix you right if anything’s wrong.” If this didn’t work and I got seriously hurt, could I trust in Derek to fix me right? I decided I should put my trust in Derek to make this work or fix me right.

I took a deep breath of the humid air soaked in our man-stench, and when I exhaled I opened myself to receive the doctor. Slowly, my anus stretched to accommodate the doctor’s large cockhead, until it hit a point when the pain became too much. “Stop, Stop, Stop!” I pleaded, but the doctor pressed on.

“It’s okay. You can do this,” the doctor said. “You don’t feel the pain, because this feels very pleasurable for you. You will take my cock, and you’ll like it. You’ll see.”

Sure enough, upon hearing his words, the pain stopped and pleasure took its place. I moaned in delight as my anus stretched around the widest part of the doctor’s cockhead. Suddenly, the doctor trusted and forced the rest of the cockhead into my ass. I cried out, and a glob of precum spat out my cock.

The doctor stepped forward as he slowly shoved the full length of his shaft inside me. When he was all the way in, the doctor wrapped his arms around me, under my arms, and held my pecs in his hands like before. I pushed off the table and stood up on my tiptoes, and pressed his cock that last, little bit inside my ass.

A great sense of satisfaction came over me, and I felt my asshole relax slightly around the base of his shaft. We stood still for a moment, allowing me to adjust to him. My insides settled around his huge intrusive cock, causing my gut to bloat out a bit. After adjusting to a comfortably tight fit, it felt like my body was made for his huge cock, and I realized he and I were bonded.

The doctor quickly pulled out a few inches of his cock and forcefully thrust it back into me, and I cried out involuntarily, “Derek!”

“Oh so close,” grunted the doctor, “but my name’s actually Darren.” He pushed me forward a bit, and I put my hands back on the table.

“Huh?” I breathed, as he continued to fuck me.

“My name is Darren,” he repeated. “Dr. Darren Webster. Do you remember now?”

“What? No!” I moaned.

The doctor held my pecs as he fucked me, while I stood in front of him with one hand on the table in front of me to steady my balance, and the other hand furiously stroking my cock. Our enhanced bodies continued to secrete a superhuman amount of sweat which continued to quickly evaporate off our bodies and diffuse into the air around us. At this point a visible haze had formed in the tent, and the place stank of Derek.

Suddenly, sunlight began to stream into the tent from above us. I looked up and saw the roof of the tent was disappearing. A large hole in the roof of the tent was growing outward from the center as the tent fabric around the edges of the hole disintegrated into dust and vanished into thin air. The hole grew until the roof was gone. Then the tent walls disappeared from top to bottom until only the skeletal structure remained.

A crowd had amassed themselves around the medical tent, and all eyes were glued to the doctor and me. The haze immediately spread out among them and within seconds everyone was enthralled by Derek’s stench, myself included. Immediately I was overwhelmed by the sensation of thirty-or-so invisible hands groping and stroking my body. My arousal increased beyond the limits of my self control, and I surrendered myself to the inevitable. My fate was in Derek’s hands now.

The men in the crowd began undressing themselves, exposing their cocks and jacking themselves off, without averting their gaze from the us. The doctor did not hold back from pounding my ass as fast and as hard as he could stand. His massive cock as hard as steel. The pleasure was all too much. I needed release, but it wasn’t coming.

“I’m gonna cum!” the doctor growled in my ear.

“No! Everyone will cum when I cum!” I shouted. “Until I cum, no one can cum!” My words had an immediate effect on every man in the thrall. As my pleasure increased and overwhelmed me, it spread out among all the crowd. Soon, everyone needed to cum, but I couldn’t cum. I could feel them all watching me, pleading for release.

“Everyone close your eyes!” Gary shouted to the crowd from behind me. “When no one is watching, everyone will cum!”

I closed my eyes, and a few seconds later we erupted in simultaneous orgasm. The roar of the crowd was deafening. A steady jet of spunk rocketed out the tip of my cock high in the air and another from the doctor’s cock deep inside my ass. The force of the doctor’s ejaculation broke the condom.

At first, I felt his cum bloating my belly, but then I felt the tiny door in my prostate open. The doctor’s cum drained into my prostate and mixed with the cum shooting up from my balls before ejaculating out of my cock. I could feel the doctor’s pleasure compound my own as I came for the both of us.

We came continuously with eyes closed for several minutes. Gradually the cries of pleasure from the crowd died down, until it was only the doctor and me who continued to cum. Eventually, even our epic, enhanced orgasms subsided, and we opened our eyes. While our eyes were closed, the tent had rematerialized around us. Furthermore, there was not a single trace of any of our cum.

I leaned forward against the table as the doctor slowly pulled his fifteen-inch cock out of my ass. As soon as his cock was completely out of me, Gary tore open the tent flap and stormed into the medical tent. He marched right up to me, past the doctor without so much as a glance, and he pulled me in for a tight hug.

I rested my chin on his shoulder and watched the doctor rummage around the tent. He paused and looked at me. “Did you see what happened to my clothes?” he asked me.

Gary let go of me and turned around. When he saw the naked doctor, he began laughing hysterically. “Your clothes are gone!” Gary laughed.

The doctor gave us a puzzled look.

“I think your clothes have disappeared like ours did,” I explained over the sounds of Gary’s laughter. “You’re going to have to go naked like us, but it’s fine. Everyone seems to like it!”

“Is this your magic backfiring again?” asked the doctor.

“It’s not my magic,” I replied, “It’s just in the air. Can you smell it?”

Gary sighed, coming down from his fit of laughter. “Come on, Jeremy!” he said. “Let’s get out of here.”

We walked out of that medical tent together, leaving behind the doctor along with my last inhibitions. I realized that with Derek in the air, Gary and I could go anywhere on this campground and pretty much do anything we wanted. I had no reason to worry, because I had faith Derek would take care of me. This weekend getaway would turn out to be the Pride sex fantasy I wanted from Derek. Happy birthday to me!

Everyone was naked. Their clothes had disappeared while we were all cumming with our eyes closed. Everyone was in good spirits, and no one seemed concerned about their missing clothes. The crowd dispersed, and Gary took my hand and led me back up the main trail. The hot summer sun beat down on our nude bodies, but the heat did not bother us at all. If anything, we both felt invigorated in the heat. Gary and I were sweating profusely, generating more of Derek’s stench, and spreading his influence wherever we went.

After leaving the medical tent, Gary took me to the showers where we encountered Dante directing an orgy with seven other men. Dante was five feet and ten inches tall, 22 years old, exceedingly beautiful, and he was just as muscular as Gary and me, with a giant cock and huge balls to match. The group of men around him ranged in age from early twenties to middle age. They were mostly around the same height and most had healthy yet ordinary physiques for their respective ages. Their cocks varied in size and shape, but all were within the normal range, except Dante. He really stood out!

Just like Dr. Webster, Dante recognized me from the night before. He claimed that I had fucked him in his ass with my huge cock, and that while we had sex, his muscles, penis and balls grew and his body was transformed. He said he was surprised when he woke up to discover not only that the transformation was real, but also that none of his friends seemed to notice or think it strange that his muscles and cock had ballooned overnight, and that he could control others’ behavior with the power of his speech. Dante thanked me for giving him his new powers.

While we spoke, he had the rest of the men continue without us. He brought Gary and me to one of the long benches and sat down. Dante demonstrated his powers for us by commanding Gary to kneel before him and suck his cock. Gary complied, and immediately fell to his knees in front of Dante, and he took Dante’s cock into his mouth. Despite the massive size of Dante’s cock, Gary was able to take all of it into his mouth. His jaw and throat expanded to accommodate the massive tool. Dante marvelled at Gary’s ability.

I joked that Dante had not proved anything because Gary loves to suck giant cocks, so Dante made Gary stop. After pulling off Dante’s huge cock, Gary told me that it was true, that Dante had made him do it, and that while he was sucking Dante’s huge cock, he could sense that Dante was bonded to Derek too. Dante was also producing the same stench Gary and I were. Then, Gary stood up and commanded Dante to suck his cock, and Dante complied. Dante was also able to take Gary’s cock in the same way that Gary had taken his.

While Dante was sucking Gary’s cock, Gary confessed that he knew that both he and I had had this power all along, and that he had used it on me this morning. When I asked Gary why he did not tell me sooner, he replied that he thought I already knew. He pointed out how I used the same power on the crowd of men that had gathered around us on the main trail this morning. Gary said that Derek had given him temporary powers several times before, but this was new to me outside of Derek’s house.

“Who’s Derek?” Dante asked after pulling Gary’s massive meat out of his mouth. Gary’s precum was dripping from the corners of Dante’s youthful smile. He remained seated on the bench stroking Gary’s cock (no one compelled him) while Gary and I remained standing.

Immediately, Gary and I both glared down at Dante, and at the same time we said, “You will never acknowledge what you hear us say about Derek to yourself or anyone else.” Then we looked up at the other men in the room, and they all paused what they were doing and turned to look at us. “All of you!” Gary and I bellowed in unison.

Dante, Gary and I rejoined the other men in the showers. We spoke our desires aloud and compelled one another and the other men to fulfill our desires. The other men surrounded the three of us and started feeling us up with their hands, kissing and sucking on us with their mouths all over our bodies. Our huge cocks began producing an enormous amount of precum which we offered up to everyone to use as lube.

One of Dante’s friends, Ralph, asked me to transform him and give him powers like I had done to Dante. I told him I didn’t remember how I had done it. He pressed me, both rhetorically and physically, and his other two buddies took notice. With everyone looking at me, I said, “If I have the power to change you, so do Dante and Gary. They have all the same powers I have.”

Right away, we paired off. Ralph remained with me while Gary and Dante each took one of Dante’s other friends. Ralph got down on his hands and knees, and I knelt down behind him on the shower floor. He positioned his ass at the tip of my long cock, and I pushed in. Ralph cried out in pain, but I talked him through it as I pushed my cock farther into him. “It’s going to be okay,” I said. “You can do this. You don’t feel any pain. This feels very pleasing to you. You will enjoy this!” I was all the way in.

I felt Ralph relax around my cock, as his body acclimated to my unnatural girth. I could sense the bond between us was beginning. I was channeling Derek when I grabbed both of his hips with both of my hands and held tight as I thrust my huge cock in and out of his ass. Derek bonded to Ralph through me. I assume Derek did the same with Gary and Dante and their fuck partners too.

The four other men in the showers paired off and were fucking as well. It didn’t take long for the pattering of the showers to be drowned out by our raucous grunts and moans. It must have been a siren song to the men outside, because several more men entered the showers shortly thereafter. Dante, Gary and I compelled these men to join our orgy, though they probably would have joined in regardless. By the end, there were at least sixteen of us all together in those showers fucking one another.

Dante, Gary and I all came at the same time, and our orgasms lasted for several minutes. As I pumped my massive load into Ralph, I watched him transform before my eyes. His muscles, cock and balls swelled to the same proportions I had. The same thing occurred to the other two friends. When their cocks reached their maximum size, they each started gushing an enormous quantity of cum too, and the ubiquitous stench intensified. When our orgasms finally subsided, Ralph and his friends were beautiful, muscular, hot, hung men, and they were now emitting the same stench as Dante, Gary and I. They had been granted our abilities to influence others with their speech and transform other men with their cum.

Afterwards, we all rinsed off in the showers. Soon, Dante and his buddies were ready for round two, and they asked us to join in, but Gary and I declined. We were both feeling pretty hungry, so we decided to head to the dining hall to get some well-earned lunch. We said our goodbyes and left the shower facilities as our new friends resumed their orgy with their new infectious powers. We set back down the main trail in the direction of the medical tent. The dining hall was located near the swimming hole. On the way, Gary and I discussed our theories about what had happened the night before.

Gary said that he and I had spent pretty much the whole evening together, except for the few occasions when one of us went to get a drink or use the restroom, so it didn’t make sense that Dr. Webster and Dante had seen me the night before. Our best guess was that Derek had transformed himself into a copy, or multiple copies, of me and went around the campground visiting several different attendees. Every man Derek had fucked the night before had been transformed to have the same muscular build with a fifteen-inch fully-hard cock and a pair of kiwi-size balls, but more importantly, they were producing the pheromones that were affecting everyone’s behavior, just like Gary and me.

“Was Derek really with us the entire time, and no one noticed?” I asked Gary.

Gary explained that just as Derek transformed into the sports car we rode there in, Derek had become our clothes, our tent, and the rest of our camping gear as well. He was with us the entire time in the sense that we were wearing him and carrying him around; we even slept in him. Gary claimed that Derek was able to silently communicate with us through our shared bond, perhaps telepathically. That would explain why neither Mark nor Miguel made any mention of Derek. They were completely unaware of his presence.

The more Gary recounted the prior evening’s activities, the more aroused I became. The thought of wearing Derek as clothes on my body, unbeknownst to those around me, excited me. I wished I could remember myself. By Gary’s account, nothing got too fantastical that evening; nothing compared to what had transpired the next morning. Still, my cock inflated and I began to casually stroke myself as Gary and I made our way along the trail.

At this point, it was a little after 1:00 pm, and we figured most of the campground was already under the effects of Derek’s stench. Everyone we encountered was already naked, horny, and in very good spirits. We spotted a small group having sex just off the trail, but most guys were just walking leisurely along the trail. Derek was omnipresent: nowhere to be seen yet everywhere at the same time.

Gary and I had made it to the dining hall, and we were just about to go inside when we heard someone call out to us. I turned around and immediately recognized him. It was the tall, attractive man in the speedo I had seen on the trail earlier that day; although, he wasn’t wearing the speedo anymore. He was completely naked, and he casually stroked his fifteen-inch erect cock as he walked over to us.

“Y’all don’t want to go in there,” he said, and he was right. We did not want to go into the dining hall, but only because he had just said so. “There’s an insane food orgy going on in there,” he continued, “It’s really gross, and it’s gotten way out of hand!”

“But I’m hungry!” I complained. I looked at Gary.

“Hang on,” said Gary. He looked around and identified the two closeted men with average-looking bodies. He walked right up to them and commanded them to go into the dining hall, fix us up two plates, and come back before following any other commands.

I furrowed my eyebrows at Gary.

“What?” sang Gary with a saucy smile. “You’re hungry, and neither of us want to go in there,” he said, nodding his head toward the dining hall entrance. “Plus, I figure another one of your buddies from last night was in there causing trouble,” he snarked.

I rolled my eyes and turned to the tall, attractive man. He and I were both casually stroking our respective erections. “Remind me of your name?” I asked him.

His name was Danny, and he appeared to be 21 years old. I could smell Derek’s stench emanating from his body. I reintroduced myself, introduced him to Gary, and explained my memory-loss situation. He recounted the now all-too-familiar sequence of events; although, each new man seemed to add a new twist. In Danny’s case, he was actually 68 years old but regressed in appearance to his 21-year-old self—albeit with enhanced musculature and manhood—when I [Derek] fucked him the night before.

I turned to look at Gary, and he was already age-regressing. The wrinkles on his face smoothed out a bit, and the gray in his hair disappeared completely, but he kept his muscular physique. I, too, age-regressed, so all three of us appeared as very muscular, very hung, 21-year-old versions of ourselves with enhanced beauty. My arousal peaked with a squirt of precum in sync with both Gary and Danny, and the three of us closed in a tight embrace around one another for a hot three-way kiss.

Time and hunger got away from us, because when we finally pulled off one another, our chests and abs were drenched in our precum mixture, and the two average men we had sent in stood there waiting with our food. They were sweating from the heat, and their average cocks were hard from watching the three of us make out. We took our food, and Gary released the men from his thrall.

The average men took off back toward the dining hall, which appalled me, but only given my artificial bias against the place. I looked down at my plate of barbecue with brisket, sausage, beans, potato salad, cole slaw, and white bread. It was not a bottom-friendly meal, but maybe that didn’t matter under Derek’s influence. Barbecue was definitely on brand for the cowboy-themed event.

Danny led Gary and me around the dining hall to a large patio in the back with plenty of outdoor tables and chairs. The patio was uphill from the swimming hole and overlooked a small beach peppered with nude sunbathers. We walked over to the nearest table under a large umbrella where a few older, ordinary men were already sitting.

Gary commanded the men to get-up from the table and to get us some drinks. The men rose from their seats and left. I sat down and immediately began eating because I was so hungry. The barbecue was okay considering it was catered at a campground far from any town or city. The men returned with a variety of bottled beverages, soft and hard. I suggested that the men should stay close by and come back when we finished lunch. There was something I was eager to try.

Danny hung around, had some drinks, and talked with us while Gary and I ate lunch. He was one of the organizers of the event. He told us he had attended the event every year since its founding, but became much more involved once he retired. It was amusing to watch this 21-year-old fantasy fitness model talk about his experiences over the past few decades. He was still casually stroking his fifteen-inch long, wrist thick cock the entire time he spoke.

When Gary and I had finally had our fill of food, the older, ordinary men returned. I suggested that the three of us fuck three of the men and see what happens. Gary and Danny happily agreed. I didn’t bother to find out the names of the men we chose. I picked one and had him sit on my cock and ride it.

Once again, I used my speech powers to coach him through the pain until his body acclimated to my unnaturally large manhood. Then, I felt the bond between us begin, and I felt Derek take over. We fucked, and as we fucked, we drew a crowd of men around us, and they began fucking one another as well. I did not notice how many men in total gathered around us in the end, but it felt like a lot.

Danny, Gary and I all came at the same time, and our orgasms lasted for several minutes. As we pumped our massive loads into our respective older, ordinary guys, their bodies became younger and extraordinary. They transformed into beautiful, muscular 21-year-olds with huge cocks and huge balls, reeking of Derek’s stench, and they started cumming quarts as well.

On and on it went like that for the rest of the day and well into the evening. Every man we fucked would bond to Derek and transform in kind. Then the same thing would happened to every man they fucked. And so it was for the men with whom Derek taking my form had visited the night before, and every man they fucked too.

By dinnertime, everyone at Rendezvous Ranch was naked, transformed, empowered, and aged down to 21. That’s when we met Dean, the chief organizer of the event, and the man responsible for the out-of-control food orgy in the dining hall. He told a similar story of getting fucked by me the night before, transforming, and gaining powers.

His twist on the tale was that the campgrounds had been blessed with unlimited food and drink. All food and drink that had been brought onto the campground could be multiplied and replenished seemingly without end, and those empowered by Derek’s bond could enjoy limitless amounts without suffering any ill effects or negative consequences. We would later discover this applied to a whole host of other substances too.

The sex escalated throughout dinner and continued on afterward. After dinner, everyone gathered on the big patio and spilled out onto the small beach for the Sundown Dance. There was a DJ stage at the far end of the patio, right next to the edge of the beach. The DJ had been transformed, too. Sixty or more hot, hung, naked, muscular, young studs were all dancing, drinking, eating, fucking, and endlessly cumming. The pungent stench of sex with Derek’s signature notes of spices and marijuana had never been so strong.

I believe Derek had transformed himself into the stench, meaning he had become the physical pheromones while still maintaining his sentience. In this state, he could precisely alter the molecular composition of his pheromones to influence the behavior and alter the minds of any men who came into contact with him. He was also able to maintain his bonds at the same time. In bonding to and transforming every man there, he had altered our DNA so our bodies would produce more of his pheromones.

I believe Derek visited the men the night before to initiate several more bonds at strategic campsites throughout the campground before he fully transfigured into his glorious stench. I think he chose to appear as me to conceal his identity and give himself an alibi. I believe he wiped my memory so I wouldn’t be able to corroborate anyone’s account. I believe he specifically chose me as his birthday gift to me.

Things really heated up after sunset. All of us were packed tightly together on the dance floor which had shifted to cover more of the beach. We told one another what we wanted and we complied with every command. We were so perfectly aligned in our goal for everyone to experience as much pleasure as possible. Orgasms would flow over the crowd and quarts of cum would erupt from cocks in clusters among the crowd, and the orgasms would stretch on for minutes.

Gary and I ended up at the center of the dance floor. The music increased the intensity of all the pleasures I was feeling. We bumped and grinded with the beat. Our feet sank into the cum-saturated sand beneath us. Gary and I fell into each other, and our bodies became more flexible. Gary bent around me and sucked my cock while he fucked my ass with his huge cock. I bent over him and buried my face in his ass. We embraced and curled in on one another. Our joints bent in unnatural ways, but it felt euphoric.

We became like a ball, and the men around us lifted us up and began tossing us around like a beach ball above the crowd. The sensation of many hands grabbing and pushing us as we bounced above the crowd compounded upon our sexual pleasure from fucking. The pleasure built alongside the music’s increasing intensity, until finally I was orgasming into Gary’s mouth and I felt him doing the same into my ass.

We screamed in ecstasy. Our bodies came apart and unfurled midair, and our cocks popped out of each other spewed a downpour of cum onto the crowd below us. We slowly floated down onto the crowd like a couple of falling feathers. We gently came down to rest upon the center of the crown, and they held us up right beside one another. The music stopped, and the DJ spoke.

“Let’s give it up for the man who made all of this possible, Mr. Russo!” announced the DJ. The crowd around me roared with enthusiastic cheers. The DJ continued to speak as I reveled in my afterglow atop the crowd. He told the crowd how I visited him the night before and revealed my plan to him before fucking and transforming him. He recounted the day’s events from his perspective as he noticed more and more of my plan coming to fruition. Finally, he thanked me for a fantastic Pride and wished me a happy birthday. The crowd erupted in cheers again, and he started up the music again.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake as the giant hill overlooking the swimming hole, the one our campsite was on top of, transformed into a seated, giant Derek slightly aged up to appear 21. He was seated on his ass at beach elevation, and the top of his head crested almost 500 feet (152.4 m) above us. The tip of his unfathomably giant cock crested another 150 feet (45.72 m) above the top of his head. His legs emerged from the ground around the swimming hole, and his disproportionately-large feet stuck out another 600 feet (182.88 m) in front of him. Each of his 250-foot-(76.2-m)-long feet towered over us on either side of the beach.

He stretched his long arms up far above him in the sky, leaned back, and roared a low, deafening, orgasmic moan as his hypercock erupted a deluge of cum that washed over the campground and surrounding countryside. We all came together one last time as the massive wave of cum washed over everyone. For a moment, it was as if we all became one single being experiencing one unbelievable orgasm in unison. Then, we all backed out.

Gary and I awoke the next morning in a large, luxurious tent on a large bed with regular-size, 21-year-old Derek between us. The three of us still had our enhanced bodies, though Gary and I appeared to be our actual ages: 42 and newly-36, respectively. The three of us had sex in the tent, and then Derek had the tent and camping gear pack itself up for us. He told us he would meet us in the parking lot. Then he faded into thin air and disappeared before our eyes.

Gary and I, fully clothed in summer attire, hiked down the trail to the parking lot, carrying our gear with us. On the way, we saw Mark and Miguel appearing normal and packing up their campsite. Everything was back to the way it had been. We said our goodbyes, but the no-talking-about-Derek rules were back in full effect, so we didn’t say much about what we had done that weekend. I’m not sure if they remembered, but I knew they weren’t going to say a word about any of it, ever.

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