Description Funhouse mirrors in a run-down carnival unexpectedly rebuild Bob’s body into a 500-pound, densely packed muscle fantasy. This seems like a godsend for his now-routine fifteen-year relationship—if only he can lure Dan into the Hall of Mirrors too.
|Updated||02 Jun 2017|
I pushed Dan in. It was just a slight shove but his body left the ground and sailed into the waiting dark opening.
“No!” Dan had cried as I pushed. “Please, no Bob!”
“Hey, I don’t get it either.” I spit back. “But if it did this to me, then maybe it can do the same thing to you.”
I stepped into the darkness after Dan’s small form. It took a minute or two for my eyes to adjust to the extremely dim light just as it had on my first time in here. I could hear Dan’s breathing and once accustomed to the dark interior, I could see him lying on the floor near the second door. I rushed over to help him up and checked him out as I did so.
“I’m sorry, Dan,” I apologized. “I had no idea I was that strong. God, I still don’t know how strong I really am. I hope you’re not hurt. You seem okay.”
“Uh, I think I’m fine.” Dan shook his head. “Jesus, Bob, you better take it easy until you can figure out what happened to you! You could hurt someone.”
“I know what happened, Dan!” I responded directly. “This happened!”
I shoved my right arm in Dan’s face close enough to be sure he could see it in the dim lighting. Then I flexed my bicep. The massive muscle bundled instantly into a gigantic ball of meat. I could feel from inside the very core of the flexing muscle that it was as dense and hard as it looked. And, from the way I was able to send Dan’s 180- pound body flying through the air so easily, I knew it was tremendously powerful.
“Shit!” Dan yelled as the huge sphere of my flexing bicep meat clipped his nose on its insane rise skyward. “Watch it with that thing, Bob!”
I apologized to Dan for a second time. I would have to learn that my body was just way, way bigger than I was used to. But, of course, I wasn’t used to anything like it at all. Only an hour ago I had been to same size as Dan. Now, here I was, a behemoth of solid and seemingly endless muscle trying to coax my life partner toward what I hoped would be the same fate.
Dan’s eyes grew saucer wide as my curling bicep continued to explode in front of his astonished face. I, too, watched as my own arm meat curved and fissured into an immense mass of carved muscle. From my vantage point with the great ball of muscle partially eclipsed by the equally stunning mass of my quivering front deltoid, I could see several separations etched into the mind-boggling mass of my steely bicep. Soon, the shadowy wealth of my crushing forearm muscles were blocked by the swell of my global-scaled bicep.
I tightened my fist until my fingers began to hurt pushing as much power and density into the feel of my quaking bicep. Dan had pulled his head away, rubbing his impacted nose, at first but then seemed magnetically pulled back toward the amazing sphere of my ultra-hard upper arm. Soon his hand joined into the exploration and he touched my new massive muscle for the first time. I could feel the heat of my own flexing arm meat beneath his gentle and exploratory touch. Dan’s hand rubbed over my bicep. His fingers spread wide to embrace the rocky surface but the size of the flexed meat permitted him to grasp only a small fraction of its totality.
“The fucking thing is bigger than by entire head, Bob! And that’s just the fucking bicep!” Dan cried with astonishment. “And it feels harder than a goddamned rock!”
“Yeah, I can feel it too,” I agreed. “Press harder. Let’s see just how hard my arm is. Don’t be afraid.”
Slowly Dan tried to take hold of a handful of my quivering bicep but the size was just way too much for one hand. Dan’s hand wandered up to the topmost peak of the fully flexed monster and latched onto the cap of the massive muscle locking his fingers onto the rope-thick vein parading across the very top of the huge ball of meat. Then his other hand caught up to the first one from the backside of my arm and Dan interlocked his fingers. Working both hands together he began to squeeze from both sides. I could feel the pressure but there was no pain. I encouraged Dan to try harder and harder. He did so but to no avail. My bicep stood bold, proud, hard and unaffected by his crushing efforts.
“Nothing!” I whispered. “I can feel your hands but it’s like you’re doing nothing to me, Dan.”
“Shit, this is amazing!” Dan panted back using all of his considerable strength against my unaffected bicep.
Soon he was trying to do the same thing against the larger crescent of meat that was now my triceps. I kept my arm flexed as Dan worked over the endless surface of my chiseled bicep and triceps. He even tried pulling against my up-flexed forearm but could not budge it even a fraction of an inch even using his entire body weight against it. This was the closest thing to foreplay that Dan and I had engaged at in months.
“Is every muscle like this?” Dan quizzed.
“I think so.” I answered flexing several of my newfound muscles to see how they felt on me and in me.
Letting my arm fall as near to my side as the gargantuan mass of my lats would, I carefully flexed my pecs. Even in the dim light of the arcade entranceway I could see a million lines of striated meat curving endlessly from the core of the cleavage between my two massive pecs to the darkness where they dove into the connection with my arms and shoulders. I rolled my pec meat just to feel it sliding over my chest and ribcage. Both pecs moved forward like great horizontal mountains being forced upward by immense forces within the core of the earth.
“This isn’t fuckin’ possible!” Dan moaned as his hands found their way over small sections of my colossal breast meat. “Your tits are even bigger than your entire arms. They have to be as big and thick as watermelons.”
“Yeah, but a lot harder and denser.” I assured him as I flexed. “Feel how solid I can make them, Dan.”
By now, Dan was getting pretty excited at the prospect of examining a wealth of muscle too unbelievable to describe and I was liking every minute of it. After all of our years together, our relationship was solid but, I guess like most, seemed to have lacked spark anymore – until now. The feelings tripping through my newfound mass of solidified muscle tingled with sensations that had seemed to disappear between us long ago. I was enjoying Dan’s thirsting contact with my mountainous muscles as much as he seemed to be enjoying it.
Dan pressed his hands into my crunching pecs; one hand solidly spread over the thickest part of each mammoth muscle mountain. Once again, I could feel the force of Dan’s 180 pounds leaning onto the surfaces of my rock-formed pecs but he could not even dimple the globed and corded surfaces no matter how hard he tried. When Dan was leaning fully against my chest I began to roll each pec rhythmically learning how to control the movement of the stunning muscles as I went along. I could see the sense of growing excitement and continuous disbelief in Dan’s eyes.
“Hey, let’s get into the main chamber.” I encouraged. “The light is better there.”
Dan seemed reluctant to let go of my flexing tits. I took a step toward the curtained opening and Dan followed. His hands continued to stroke the wealth of meat on my left arm as we moved forward. He had to step away to give me enough room to fit thought the too small opening alone. The light in the next chamber was not too bright but, compared to the darkness of the entryway, it was quite a shock at first. It took a few seconds for our eyes to readjust.
I stood just inside the opening to the square room. I had been here once before only an hour ago and had first found the worn midway display to be dingy and boring. But, here and now, I knew what waited for us in the next room! Dan entered right after me and stopped just inside the opening. As his eyes adjusted to the new lighting, they never once left the sight of my body. I read the disbelief on Dan’s face. His first viewing of me outside had been an enormous shock and, because of the situation, I had made it be very, very short. I had wanted to get Dan inside as quickly as possible. I had needed to get Dan inside as quickly as possible.
Just those few short minutes ago I had stood in the anteroom we had just left for several minutes, waiting for just the right second to emerge and get Dan. For physical reasons that were now obvious, I had had to wait until there was no one in eyesight out on the carnival concourse before collecting Dan. I was naked! The explosion of sudden and immense muscle onto my body had made that a necessity. My clothes still lay scattered on the floor of this second chamber where I had left them in the carnival’s “House of Mirrors”.
It was an old and tired traveling sideshow and attendance was extremely light. The drizzle that had been with us all morning probably hadn’t helped to draw people to the small midway with its limited range of offerings. On the way along the short stretch of worn portable structures we had passed almost no one. There had been a couple who rolled by in a noisy cart at the “Tunnel of Love” but they never exited their car and seemed very focused on each other as they slid by. There had also been a small group of young men who seemed deeply involved in their endeavors at the “Shooting Gallery” as bell after bell of hit targets rang. Damn, it sounded as if they were hitting on every shot. But there were really no others that I could remember now.
That was good because there would have been no way to explain the sight of a naked man smothered in pure muscle to anyone outside. And, when I say “smothered in muscle”, I mean it. Exactly how big I was I could guess with any certainty but, one thing was certain, I was beyond enormous
Only an hour ago I had been an average guy in my late-thirties who took pride in taking care of myself. I was 180 pounds, like Dan, at 5’10” tall. In fact, we had both been almost exactly the same size. For years we had joked about how we didn’t need to buy as many cloths for ourselves because we could fit into each other’s cloths. Dan was six years older than me but worked just as hard to stay in good shape. Neither one of us was what you would call bodybuilder material; we were just good, healthy guys who kept in shape.
We both liked muscle, don’t get me wrong, but we were happy as we were (or at least as I was). We were celebrating our fifteenth anniversary together and thought this little sideshow might be a different way to spend a lazy, rainy Saturday. Dan had seen it in the paper and suggested that we go. Not much got us going lately. Life was routine to say the least. Dan had been half joking as he read the notice about the carnival but I remembered how much fun I had had at tacky little things like this as a kid growing up at the South Jersey shore. I guess I was looking for something, anything, to do that broke the boredom of our existence. The carnival was as dumpy and we had expected it to be and, frankly, that was part of the fun for me—although Dan didn’t seem to share my curiosity. But this place, this was certainly had turned out to be much more than I had expected
Dan was still in shock when I sent him sailing into the structure but I had had no time to lose. He stared at my naked figure in the harsh light of this second chamber. His eyes wandered up and down my body over and over again with constant disbelief in his gaze. I didn’t know how to explain to Dan that this was real because a big part of me still didn’t believe it either. With nothing else to do that I could think of, I turned from side to side as Dan continued to watch throwing out a few awkward poses in the process. Never having been a bodybuilder, my posing skills were limited to the videos and DVD’s Dan watched occasional at home for his own “enjoyment”. I’m sure I wouldn’t have won any contests for my routine right now but, without a doubt, I would have walked away with top honors for bodybuilding and muscle.
“Shit! I still can’t believe this,” Dan stammered continuing his uncharacteristic flow of vulgarities. “Everything on you is huge! No, huge is too small a word for what you are now Bob! How the hell did this happen?”
“I can tell you how,” I answered as I kept twisting, moving and flexing. “But I’ll be damned if I can explain why! Does it look as amazing as it feels?”
“Amazing isn’t the right word, Bob,’ Dan responded. “You’re a fucking muscle-god! Hell, you’re two fucking muscle-gods packed into one astounding body. Just look at yourself!”
“I did, briefly, before I came to get you,” I retorted. “I can’t really believe it either. Look at these muscles. They’re everywhere! And they seem to be as strong as they look, too.”
“I can attest to that!” Dan nodded as he stepped up and gently stoked the ridge lines of my flexing abs. “I couldn’t make a dent in your body and I’m damned near exhausted.”
His fingers felt good as they traced the various mounds and valleys inscribed into my abdominal area. I pushed my sides down toward Dan and his let his hands ride over the waves of my obliques and across the cables of my serratus muscles settling onto the base of my tire- sized lats. I crunched down on my pecs once again and soon felt the pleasure of Dan’s tongue teasing one surprisingly sensitive nipple. I could feel the pull of his front teeth as he nibbled on my right man- teat but the immense globe of muscle on my breasts hid his efforts and his entire head from my view. Then I felt Dan’s hand searching through the crotch hair surrounding my cock.
“And then, on top of all this muscle, there’s this!” He choked patting the upper surface of my cock.
I responded instantly to his touch. I could feel my cock swelling and filling with excitement. I had seen it soft in the mirrors of the next room and had certainly played with its scale then but, as of yet, I had not known what the ultimate outcome of its “adjustment” would mean. Dan’s hand was warm and my beating cock shaft grew warmer. Several gasps followed each size-stimulating pumping of erotic blood into the core of my cock. It really was beginning to feel like old times between Dan and me
“Holy fuck, Bob!” Was Dan’s first comment as my cock sprung up from my groin. “How big does this thing get now? And just look at your balls, too. Shit, they’re as big as a pair of softballs but they sure don’t feel that soft.”
I could feel Dan’s hot hands hoisting my testicles. I knew how big they had become. I probably could have taken them further but I had become too scared. Yes, they were huge now all right, but if they contained the capacity to produce semen equal to their size, I couldn’t imagine how I could every give release to that much cum. As I said before, we both liked muscle. More to the point, Dan loved muscle. I admit that I did too but it was not the same fixation that Dan carried. I loved cock. I dreamed of and for cock. Big, big cock! Dan subscribed to every bodybuilding magazine to feed his lust for muscle and I had my vast dildo collection. My prize dildo being a full 18” of thick hard latex that I reserved for very special occasions.
“Crap! These things may be as big as softballs,” Dan continued “but they feel as heavy as fuckin’ cannon balls.”
I leaned forward slightly to try and see over the blocking view of my own pecs only to gasp myself. I had only bent forward a few inches before the head of my still-rising cock introduced itself to me.
“What the fuck!” I cried in my own disbelief as I reared back upright.
“Hey, if you think that thing looks big to you,’ Dan exclaimed, “you should get a load of it from my vantage point! You must be in heaven, Bob.”
I cringed slightly at the biting comment. As much as Dan longed to enjoy muscle, I dreamed of cock. Now I had a cock and a pair of testicles far and away beyond even my most bizarre dreams. Dan was only stating the truth, but it did kind of sting when he said it.
Dan let my balls drop; I could feel the pull of their weight as he let go. He continued to run his hands over the expanding wealth of cock shaft that I had created as the great pole moved forward and upward carrying the great weight of my straining testicles with it. Soon my cock head poked its way back into my view while I was still firmly upright. My mind raced to try and calculate how long my cock shaft had to be for me to be able to see my cock head beyond my pecs. By now I could sense that my cock was almost fully aroused and charged and the sting of Dan’s earlier comment was lost to my growing excitement.
The immense cock head was completely in my sight now. The head alone was the size of a healthy honeydew melon. Several inches of the shaft were also visible to my amazed eyes. The crown of my cock head flared out to a good five inches across before diving back into the 4” wide shaft. I could see that the shape of my cock still resembled its former self and, if that were true, I knew that the shaft would continue to widen slowly all the way to its rooting into my groin. The head of my cock glowed with pinkish fullness and I could sense the solidity of the pole supporting it.
“Crap!” Dan sighed. “The thing’s a veritable monster. It’s gotta be a foot and a half long if it’s an inch! And it must be over five inches across at the base! And it’s so frigging hard! …And…and… your whole body’s so fucking beautiful, Bob.”
Dan’s hands were all over my steely muscles and then on to my aching cock. I could tell by his touch that my cock was as big and hard as the rest of my new and amazing body. I knew that this erection was more than just hard. It was as muscle-charged as every other new muscle smothering my body. I hadn’t dreamed that this would happen. I had hoped that I would have a cock worthy of my new body but I never thought I could get it to be an equal to my body. I had done my best in creating it to match and then slightly exceed my prize dildo in scale and thickness. Pressure at the very root of my cock shaft snapped my mind back to the present.
“This thing won’t budge, Bob.” Dan panted. “It’s like you cemented it into your groin! Look, I can ride the goddamned thing!”
Sure enough, Dan had mounted my cock and, holding onto my equally erect nipples, he was sitting a top my cock shaft with his feet several inches from the floor. All I felt was a warming and enjoyable pressure in my cock akin to the beginnings of long-forgotten foreplay. Dan wrapped his arms around my neck for stability. We were face to face. He leaned in toward me and me to him. Then we kissed. It was a long, passionate kiss. One that seemed to come around less and less often with each passing year together. The kiss told me all I needed to know. Dan was ready for the next room.
I lifted him off of my cock and slowly lowered Dan to the floor. Dan’s hands ran down over my biceps and triceps as I hoisted him up from me. He still couldn’t believe how huge and hard my muscles were and, frankly, neither could I. Dan felt like nothing in my hands. I had to concentrate on my hold out of fear of crushing or hurting him with the power in me that I still was not sure how to control or measure. I nodded him forward to the next chamber. Taking my hand, I lead Dan in with me.
Dan jumped back and came up hard against the wall behind him. I understood his shock. Now instead of one of me, there were scores of me facing him. I glanced around remembering my previous visit and noted the differences in each image of me in the various mirrors. The room was filled with the mirrors. Each one distorted parts of my body slightly differently. I could see Dan’s shaking image in the mirrors, too. No matter which one I chose to peer into, I looked gargantuan compared to Dan. I hadn’t figured on this. I found the mirror that showed us as we really were and stepped up closest to it. I began to flex. This was the first time I was actually seeing myself as I now was. God, I was a fucking god all right.
There was so much muscle on me that it took a while for me to begin to guess exactly how big I was. I was still my original 5’10” in height but I had to be close to, if not over, 500 pounds. My waist was the same 31” it had been before I first came into the Chamber of Mirrors. But my chest had to be more than double my previous 43” – 90” was my best guess trying to compare it to my waist as I flexed and twisted in front of the mirror. My torso was so thick and rich with pure muscle that it seemed almost impossible for it not tip me over. As I stared I realized that the carved muscle inscribing my abs, erectors and sides told me that they were more than capable, in spite of their compressed scale, of holding their own against my colossal upper body.
I flexed one bicep and almost scared myself with its immensity. The balled muscle was, indeed, bigger than my head. My thick, full triceps hung down in a full half-moon shape with the bottommost point of the continuously curving muscle almost even with my naval. I flexed my pecs and found myself enthralled by their gigantic half spheres of striated and cabled muscle. My upper thighs were as big around as my chest used to be and my calves, as I flexed them, balled up into wads of fissured muscle almost as big as my waistline.
All the time, my cock stood there like a vast steel bridge of inhuman meat. I pushed down on the top of my cock shaft where the great flared head met the glowing veined shaft to find the resistance to my own unmeasured arm strength was incapable of moving it from its excited and rooted position. A dribble of precum announced the sexual sensations coursing within my cock and the ripe fruit of my huge, huge balls. A shift of movement reflected behind me. I turned swiftly and caught Dan by one arm just before he got to the exit way.
“Lick it!” I begged pointing to my dripping cock head as I gently led Dan’s face toward my beating cock shaft. “Please! It’s so hard it almost hurts and I want you to know the joy of my new body and my new cock.”
“But, it’s way too big, Bob!” Dan cried with a sense of lust that only I could read in his voice.
“It needed to be big, Dan.” I spoke quietly guiding one of his hands to my flexing thigh meat. “It needed to be as big for me as these great muscles that I know you love.”
Dan nodded his understanding. There were no biting words this time. He knew I was as honest with him about his love of muscle as he had been with me about my longing for ass-filling cock. I flexed and re- flexed my upper legs letting the undulating wealth of muscle and coursing veining massage Dan’s wandering and longing hands. He was into my new muscle-body now and there was no way to deny how much he was loving it. Dan’s hands reached behind my waist and began to stroke my pulsing ass cheeks. I flexed them for him so that he could come to know the cords and cables of crushing meat slammed onto their chiseled globes.
As he fondled my ass, Dan’s lips moved along the surface of my beating cock shaft. Soon his tongue was busy massaging the vein- roughened surface and his hands were back exploring the raw, unimaginable power of my steely hard cock meat. My balls rumbled with their unrealized cum and a new round of silvery precum oozed from the great lips of my urethra.
Dan’s tongue found the sensitive soft slit at the head of my masted cock and gently dug into the parting surface tissue. My entire body quivered with an excitement I could not recall ever having felt before. Every startling huge muscle on my body rolled into a perfect flex forcing me into a most-muscular pose of gargantuan proportions. Dan saw my legs cut into an anatomical display and ripped his sucking lips from my cock head and rolled his face up my abs and on to the mooned meat of my left pec.
His teeth caught the leading end of my finger-thick nipple and began to gnaw at the overly sensitive projection. Line after fissured line of striated beef crossed and criss-crossed my hand-thick breast meat feeding their orgasmic sensations back into Dan’s knowing lips. He continued to munch on the lunch of my areola as one hand explored the endless plains of my writhing pectorals and the other grasped as much of the enormity of my groaning cock shaft as it could.
I could tell that Dan was lost in his passions to feed on my muscle and my manhood. So was I. Dan’s hold on my tow pumped body parts grew stronger and hard as he tried to understand the power of the muscle he was tasting. The pain in my throbbing cock was still from its want for release rather than from any sense of pressure being applied by Dan’s hand. My breast meat was seriously enjoying his gripping provocations. I flexed everything harder and pushed my muscle to diamond brilliance. I had no idea how strong or dense my newfound meat was, I just knew that Dan, using all his strength had no chance against it.
“Make me cum!” I whispered.
Slowly and almost reluctantly Dan’s chewing mouth departed from the massive preponderance of my pec and its delicious nipple. Dan tongued several of the grooves carved in between my plated abs on his trip back to my beating cock. Both hands now grasped my impossibly hard organ an started their rhythmic play over and around its hot surface. The sexual stimulations kept all of my body muscles flexing and flowing through an amazing dance of carved brilliance. Dan’s focused toying with my cock had the same effect on that astounding muscle.
I could feel the very beating of the blood being pushed harder and thicker into the glowing cock shaft and driving its level of sensitive to an all time high. Dan’s tongue followed the full length of the magnificent shaft until it tripped over the fat collar of flesh crowning my immense cock head. When his lips arrived back at the dripping slit opening, Dan flexed his tongue and pushed it into the gaping opening forcing my cock lips apart. His tongue darted in taking all of my precum with it and lubricating the opening with his warming saliva.
A feeling of ecstasy shook through my body traveling through every colossal muscle and centering its attention in my groin. This was the “good old days” between him and me. My balls shook themselves ready and my insides exploded with the feelings of the greatest orgasm I had ever experienced.
Dan was no more ready for the sea of cum that erupted from my cock into his face and mouth than I was for the unimaginable experience of this first great release. The first river of hot cum completely soaked Dan’s sucking face and filed his mouth with its liquid cream. Dan rubbed his cheeks against the side of my cock head polishing it with my own cum. My body quaked through a second orgasmic rush as another load of thick cum found its way into Dan’s repositioned throat.
Dan’s hands continued to massage my heated cock as a third and fourth spray of cum spilled out onto his face, neck and shirt. My balls continued to throb as my body and muscles shuttered through orgasmic surge after orgasmic surge. My cock kept squeezing out cum as if my balls were manufacturing it as quickly as my cock issued it. Dan was drenched in my cum and the smell of my released maleness filled the front chamber of the Hall of Mirrors.
“Oh, Dan! Oh, Dan!” I cried as the last spoils of my man juices drooled from my still-hard cock.
Dan squeezed my bloated shaft with all of his might dragging his hands from my groin to the back of my cock head to drain very drop of cum from inside me. I pulled Dan’s body up to where we were face to face and covered him with my appreciative kisses taking in some of my own silky cum in the process. WE hugged and kissed for what seemed to be an endless few moments. This was the passion we used to have and we were both obviously pleased to have it back again.
It had taken this miraculous change to my body to bring us back to the active love level that not only reveled that of our youthful years, but also surpassed it. I wanted to ensure that, now that it was here, it would stay. I looked past Dan’s handsome face to the dark shrouding of the opening into the room of mirrors.
“Thank you, Dan.” I whispered into his ears. “Now it’s your turn.”
“No, you don’t understand, Dan.” I cried flexing my 500 pounds of striated muscle toward his questioning eyes. “This can be you, too! … Or at least I pray that it can!”
“Wh –h-h-at d-d-d-o-o-o you mean?” Dan stammered as the remains of my voluminous cum continued to soak into his ruined shirt.
“It’s all in here, Dan!” I pointed. “It’s the mirrors that do this. All you have to do is to go to the right mirrors and they will make you see how each muscle can change and then, somehow, it just happens.”
“You’re out of your fucking mind, Bob!” Dan shouted.
“No, no!” I hollered back pushing Dan forward. “It true! I know haw you feel about muscle; how much you love it! Now you can have it – all you want. Just get out of your cloths and go stand in front of this first mirror.”
“Stop!” Dan screamed as I ripped every stitch of fabric covering his 180 pound frame from him. “Stop!”
“I have no idea what it is about this place or the crappy little carnival it’s part of,” I continued as I tossed the last of his clothing aside. “Somehow these mirrors can shape your body into whatever you dream it to be. Something like this is almost too good to be true and God knows when it won’t work anymore! Please, just do what I ask and let’s give you a body as brilliantly muscled as mine!”
I pushed Dan in front of the nearest mirror. The sight of his trim, pale figure next to my massive, bronzed meat made Dan look painfully skinny. He had always had a good, lean runners body. His, in fact had been better cut and formed than mine but now it seemed as if Dan was a wasted shell of a man next to my constantly pulsing and quivering 500 pound muscle mass. My just-drained cock jerked suddenly as my own flexed image triggered its juices of sexual desire. I quickly turned my attention back to Dan. It was his time now. We could – we would – play again later.
“No, look!” I responded forcefully. “Look at your calves in the mirror.”
Dan tried to fight but, with continued urging and the fact that I was holding him immovably in place, he finally let his eyes turn toward the mirror. No sooner did he lock his glare onto the reflection of his calves then I started to see it happen. I was excited. There was a new sense of togetherness that we had just experienced that my cum stains on Dan’s cloths proved to be possible. I wanted him to have the body (and then some) he had spent years reading about. I wanted him to feel the same rekindled passions that I now felt.
“Look, Dan, they’re growing!” I yelled encouragingly. “Quick now, move around in front of the mirror, but just a little at a time, until you see the calf muscles just the way you want them to be.”
“This is stupid!” Dan insisted as he started to move forward and back and the up and down.
“There!” I shouted. “Right there! That’s about how big mine are. Now just stare hard at your calves!”
Dan looked at the mirror. Sure enough, the image he saw was about the same as the reality of my enormous new calf muscles. They were even carved and striated a lot like mine. Dan found himself almost locked on to the reflecting image in the mirror. The more intently he stared, the faster his lower legs grew into the reality of that image. Dan’s love of muscle had him hooked! After only a very short time, Dan’s calves were (excuse the pun) mirror images of mine. I pulled him away from the mirror and shook him back to reality.
“I know! That’s what happened to me at first, too!” I assured Dan. “ I don’t think I would have gotten this big except for the fact that I got hung up in watching and staring. You’ll get used to it. Go ahead, you can shape your calves anyway you want. Then go over to the next mirror.”
Dan moved cautiously and slowly back to the first mirror again. Doubt and confusion still showed in his expression. Cautiously Dan shifted his lower legs in front of the mirror watching the warped surface redefine the size of his already enormous calf muscles. He finally positioned his legs where his calves were another couple of inches bigger than mine and began to concentrate on the image. Seconds later, the meat on his lower legs began to take on the exact size and shape showing in the reflecting glass.
Still unbelieving, Dan stepped away from the mirror and reached down to touch his gargantuan calf meat. The look on his face as his hands assured him that the muscle was as real as it looked was all needed to know that Dan was hooked. His passion for muscle was about to be fulfilled and, if I had my way, my want for the prodigious cock would be too.
“I want you to have more, too, Bob,” Dan pleaded to me.
Knowing his love for muscle and wanting to please him more than I had in years, I had no intention or desire to argue. Moving up to the mirror Dan had just left, I let him eye the reflection of gargantuan calf muscle on its surface until he nodded with pleasure at the image of a pair of calves a few inches larger than the ones he had just created. I stared hard at the beautiful columns of pure muscle and felt my real calves begin to swell to match the image just as they had done my first time through this unique House of Mirrors. Less than a minute later I had the refined calves that Dan had envisioned for my already spectacular body.
With little need for any more encouragement from me Dan moved over to a second mirror with it warped surface centered at about the height of his upper legs. Immediately the images of Dan’s upper legs appeared much bigger. There was no real shape or refinement yet. I encouraged Dan to move around again and not to lock in his gaze until he liked what he saw. Dan’s upper legs wavered through several variations of muscular enhancement. Sometimes they were heavier at the top and sometimes fuller toward the bottom. It seemed that each of us had a special place in the mirror where they looked just right. Dan was a quick learner. He always had been. He twisted, posed, stooped and twirled until his upper legs appeared to be a perfect match for his newly enhanced lower legs. In the end they too reflected with magnificent muscle mass several inches bigger than my gargantuan tree-trunk legs.
“What do I do now?” Dan inquired with a stronger sense of assurance in his voice.
“Stare!” I answered. “Stare hard and for all it’s worth!”
Dan turned his full attention to the mirror and, specifically, to the image of his massive upper legs as they appeared there. He made one or two small adjustments to his stance pushing the size a notch bigger and then locked in his gaze. Immediately his upper legs began to swell up with growing muscle. It was not like they were just getting larger. They seemed to actually be growing muscle just they way they would if he was doing workouts but the muscle was expanding inch by inch and second by second as if compressing years of workouts into one massive muscle-pumping blowout.
After less than a minute it was done. His legs were magnificent beyond description. I called to Dan and gently urged him back to full consciousness. This was an advantage I didn’t have before. It may very well have been my own ignorance that got me to become as big as I was. Then I thought occurred to me. I disappeared out to the entry chamber to retrieve my discarded belt.
Dan looked both amazing and silly at the same time. From the groin down, he was a gargantuan and gorgeous muscle marvel. From there up, he was the old, every day average human male. Christ, Dan’s legs looked great! I think they were even a bit bigger around the thighs than mine. Yet, here were these enormous appendages of muscle walking around beneath a torso that was no bigger around than either one of his upper legs. How his body stayed together like this I had no clue but I was sure that I had looked much the same not too long ago.
“You go again,” Dan insisted.
Once again we went through the motions in front of this second mirror as Dan refined the reflected image of my upper legs until the muscle mass so saturated the reflection that even another fraction of an inch would push the totality of my sweltering leg mass beyond the outer ranges of the mirror. I could never have imagined so much muscle on one pair of legs even in my wildest imagination. Clearly Dan’s dreams of muscle massiveness ran bigger and bolder than even I had ever suspected. He smiled his pleasure and I forced my focus at the image. Soon my real legs were as filled with muscle as the picture in the mirror. I could feel the burning power in my upper legs as inch after glorified inch of steel-hard muscle swelled into existence.
I flexed my legs bringing cries of swooning pleasure from Dan. Dan’s legs were enormous and astounding. My new legs were indescribable! We were both totally hooked on this Mirror House miracle. It was Dan’s turn again. Even though my legs were now out of proportion with my 90” upper torso, I still looked pretty amazing overall. Dan looked just plain bizarre with his “tiny” upper body sticking up from the immense muscle of his fantastic legs.
“Over here!” I urged quickly.
“What’s this one do Bob?” Dan inquired.
I had to admit that it was both disturbing and captivating to see Dan’s original thin torso being carried toward me atop his monstrously muscled legs. His thighs had to form a half circle motion as he tried to force their colossal meat around one another as he walked. Dan almost fell over with the first couple awkward steps. My desire to see Dan’s entire body as filled with endless muscle as mine helped me suppress my desire to laugh at the unusual sight.
“It’s for your glutes,” I advised choking back the last internalized laugh. “This one and the upper back mirrors were the hardest ones for me. You know I need a great ass and back to grab onto while I’m being fucked.”
“Stop it Bob,” Dan slapped back as his face turned sullen red with some embarrassment. “You help me here, then I want to do some more work on your butt and back. After all, I’m the one who loves muscle the most. If you want me to go through will all of this, then I expect you to have enough to please my tastes.”
“What do you mean!” I quizzed. “Look at me! I’ve probably got an 85” or 90” upper torso already. How much bigger do you need?”
“Oh, no, Bob, you look great. Really, really great,” Dan chirped with almost child-like glee. “I was just thinking that, since it was so hard for you to see your own back, I can help ‘refine’ yours and you can help guide me in creating mine. Plus, I want you to be as big as I can get you. Now, get in front of this mirror. I love your finished legs and I can’t wait to get the rest of you up to the same scale of overall muscular development!”
I complied. The idea made sense. I had done my best with my back and glutes the first time through here by using some of the other mirrors to check myself out but Dan’s help could only make me better. No doubt about it, as much as I enjoyed this great body, the muscle was mostly for Dan – the cock was for me! Beside, Dan was being more animated and passionate than I had seen in years. So was I for that matter! I stood in front of the mirror as Dan’s small, frail hands guided my positioning. He kept moving around to check out the effect the mirror was having on my ass cheeks. I did my best to see what he was doing in my reflections in other mirrors.
My recently-formed ass cheeks seemed perfect to me, but Dan would shift me left or right and then encourage me to squat or stand a little until he seemed satisfied. The image I saw was indeed the most delicious and generously muscled ass I could ever have dreamed of. It was a mass of curving and rolling muscle that both invited endless fucking and, at the same time, threatened death to any uninvited cock.
“Okay, go for it!” Dan finally called proudly.
Using a small secondary mirror that was clearly placed just so you could see you butt, I concentrated on the reflected image. I could feel my already-massive ass muscles tingling warmly as the effects of the image were carved into the reality of my butt. Dan moaned his approval as the final formation froze in place on my body. My glutes were noticeably more densely muscled, which I knew would appeal to Dan and generously shaped for fuck-support, which Dan knew would be important to me.
“Great, now help me!” Dan smiled as he forced me aside and assumed his position by the “ass” mirror. “I want mine to be a bit narrower; not quite so massive, but cut like diamond.”
I knew what Dan meant. He wanted an ass he could be proud of but that serviced my desires for physical groping. Dan pretty much let me maneuver him as I pleased keeping his eye on my work in the small reflecting mirror. Together we finally agreed on an ultra-ripped configuration with amazingly dimpled side flanks and countless ribbons of fissured surface meat. My mouth salivated with desire as Dan stared the stunning formations into realization.
We hadn’t been this close in years. I don’t know exactly when “comfort” replaced “passion” but it was sure feeling nice to feel that being reversed as we worked and manipulated our bodies together now. We elected to take a brief but precious pause as we explored the sculptural values of the great flexing glutes we had reflected into being. Our ass muscles were as hot, hard and wonderful to feel as they appeared. The rest of my body was just as grand and astounding. Dan looked fantastic from the hips down but terribly unbalanced with his runner’s torso atop his enormously sculpted legs and butt.
“Now your back!” I encouraged Dan.
I urged Dan over to the next set of mirrors where he stood with his back facing one of them. It took a great deal more time to maneuver Dan into position here. The first mirror in this set worked mostly on the core of his upper back with concentration on the fullness of his trapezius musculature and the width of his shoulders. I had had a great deal of difficulty here myself and suggested that we take things a step at a time working back and forth between the several back mirrors. This seemed to make sense to Dan as we went through almost a score of steps using four different mirrors to create, refine, expand and recreate parts of Dan’s back. I worked Dan’s imaged back like creating a great morph in a computer with a Photoshop program.
First we broadened Dan’s shoulder width and thickened his traps. Next we added bulk and density to his upper lats. Followed by a molding and shaping of his lower lats and lower traps. The last of the four mirrors folded Dan’s erectors into a ladder of ribbed muscle as with pulled the width of his rear waistband inward. We repeated this process four more times before using the last exposure to the back mirrors to give his back an overall balanced but immense presence.
Before we moved on to Dan’s chest and abs, he forced me to go through a back refinement that satisfied his desire to give me the most massive amount of back meat he could pound and cut into existence. Dan’s interest and love of pure muscle had taken him to a great understanding of the human muscular physiognomy. He knew ever muscle by name; how it worked; and how, in his mind, it should look. When Dan was done, I had no doubt that he had forced another four or five inches of chiseled bulk onto my upper back and carved an inch or two from the supporting column of my lower back.
When Dan walked around to acknowledge his own approval of his work on my back I couldn’t contain my brief laugh at seeing him with this massive back and huge legs but still carrying a distorted but still small front torso and a pair of arms that were horribly out of proportion with what we had finished on him. Dan gave me a sharp condemning look that put me back in my place as he reminded me that this had been my idea in the first place. Appropriately admonished, we moved on.
I had to do Dan’s chest next. He had wanted to do his abs but I needed to see his finished pectoral development before we could shaped just the right piling of abdominals, erectors and serratus muscles to support and frame his finished back and chest. Dan was more of a chest man than me (I always went for the cock first). Still, we did managed to finally agree on stunning vision of muscle breast meat that, though small than mine, was so fabulously ripped and cut that each massive plate of pectoral splendor appeared to have been woven out of countless coils of hemp rope. Even relaxed, Dan’s hefty pecs were carved images of pure pulling power. We made them thick and solid and, to please me, Dan let me maneuver his areola and nipples to be great dessert plates with finger-thick mounds of delicious flesh at their center.
Shoulders as broad as mine but cut as deeply as the chest we had just sliced onto Dan’s body came next in the line of mirrors. I could tell that Dan liked the feel of his flexing pecs and the power of his cannoned delts when we were done. He insisted on “adjusting” my monstrous man-breasts and positioned me to add maybe another half foot of stupefying muscularity onto the sweltering globes of my pectorals. As with my legs, Dan pushed the visual envelope of my chest in the mirror until I was sure that the reality would explode if even another ounce of meat were added to the picture. With fearful reluctance combined with awed wonder I stared at the resulting reflection. The cords and cables of stiffening meat ripped over my pecs burned with renewed power as the mountain of muscle magically swelled onto my body.
The strength steaming inside of my breast meat deep to the very core of the head-thick muscular pectoral marvels was indescribable. I felt a power strong enough to fold a massive steel column or to rip great sequoia trees from their roots. As the last of my real pecs matched the scale and wonder of their reflected image, I began to flex and roll the thundering meat causing the great planets of muscle to ripple and quake erotically and brilliantly. Dan slammed his own stunningly powerful pec meat against mine as we permitted our rolling chests to muscle-massage one another. The fingers of our aroused nipples tripped provocatively and sensually past one another in our titillating pec meat battle.
It was a wonderful break but there was still work to be done on Dan. He wanted to do his abs, but I coaxed him in to finishing his arms first. Just for fun we did his forearms before we did his upper arms. Using my massive forearm meat as a map, we turned Dan’s into a matching pair of vein-encrusted sinew as thick around just below the elbow joint as his thighs had been before we started. The fun was seeing his ‘Popeye arms’ before we went on. Dan even did a bit of the old cartoon song and dance bringing out huge rounds of uncontrollable laughter that took several minutes to get past. It had been way too many years since we had shared so much uncontrolled enjoyment.
We did Dan’s upper arms as quickly as we could using the two mirrors needed for his biceps and triceps. I was still afraid that at some point this inexplicable magic might stop or disappear. Dan fought hard to be sure that his arms were ‘in scale’ with the rest of the body we were forming on him. Watching his upper arms grow was almost too erotic for me to stand. His skin rolled as spiral after spiral of thickening meat wrapped around his arms. The tendons near the elbows and shoulders stopped growing but grew denser as the swell of muscle pushed his biceps and triceps into their signature shapes and volumes. Buy the time his arms were fully realized, so was the renewed power of my 18” cock.
The biceps and triceps we sculpted together on to Dan were just slightly smaller than mine but carved as hard and striated as the rest of his sumptuous upper body. Knowing Dan’s 32” waistline, I would have guessed his arms to be in the 28” to 30” range. They were wonderful assemblages of fissured muscle filled with the promise of get strength and capable of creating massively split and stunningly high flexed biceps peaks along with deeply channeled triceps horseshoes.
As with my other body parts, Dan then refined my arms by making them both bigger and ultra defined. He had always been attracted to massive biceps and made sure that I possessed a pair of gargantuan spheres of arm meat unparalleled in the world and here-to-for undreamed of. If my guess on the size of Dan’s finished appendages was correct, then mine had to be a full yard in circumference and could flex all the way up to my clenching fist with their beating veins riding high atop the striated meat pushing my translucent skin to the edge of the breaking point. My extended triceps created a central chasm deep enough to shelter any of a number of animals during their winter hibernation. Seeing the final result made the hardness of my screaming cock match the power of my refined arms and chiseled chest and legs.
Now Dan’s cock was as filled with lust as mine. I had always loved his cock. Being the ‘size queen’ I was certainly had something to do with our initial attraction to one another over a decade and a half ago. Even with Dan’s body being pushed toward its ultimate 500 pounds of shredded, his fabulous 10” organ still looked a delicious as ever to me – maybe even more than it had in years. We looked toward each other’s raging erections. The desire for sexual fulfillment was in both of our hungering eyes. But we still had a few short muscle enhancements to go and, without a word, understood that we would wait until we were done before partaking of our main sex-meal.
It was time for Dan’s abs and waistline to be completed. I liked the look of a powerful and ample supporting core; Dan’s dream was significantly more ‘wasp like’. We knew that he would be adjusting my body so we agreed to create our personally desired image on the other’s body. Moving Dan back and forth then up and down, I managed to place him where the image of his waist and abdominal cavity was rich and powerful with moat-carved muscle. I especially focused on the shadow and cut of his ‘Apollo’s girdle. Dan finally nodded his acceptance to the 33” or 34” configuration I had blended together for him and stared it into actual existence. He smiled his satisfaction with my endeavor then placed me in front of the “midsection” mirror.
“Now let me show you how it’s done, Bob,” Dan beamed.
He worked hard focusing his attention as much on my serratus and oblique muscles as my abs. He shifted my ever so slightly as he examined the resulting image of every move. When he announced he was done I almost refused to honor our commitment about how we formed this part of each other’s body. My waistline was truly amazing! It appeared as hard and faceted as the greatest of diamond gems. Each plate of abdominal muscle was furrowed into position and a thousand fingers of corded muscle defined each chiseled side. Yet, for all the visual glory, Dan had fashioned a waist that could not have been more than 28” in circumference.
Considering the 96” or so of staggering meat he had fashioned onto my chest and back and the 44” or 46” thighs exploding from my hips, my waist seemed impossibly small to support all that mass. I had to admit to the stunning beauty of the form I was seeing in the mirror and I knew that this was, indeed, Dan’s dream of perfection. I started to balk but swallowed my own words at the last second. This body was for Dan. He had allowed me to do as I wished with his and I owed him the same consideration. I stared hard into the mirror. My waist and sides filled with the heat of change as the muscles and bones in my body shaped themselves into the provocative image in the mirror.
Seconds later, it was over. I stepped away half expecting to topple over like a partially chopped tree trunk. Instead, I found that I could actually feel a greater power in my midsection as if the very muscles pulling it so small and tight had also become magnified in their density and strength. Dan swooned in his admiration and drooled with desire. His hands were on my waist showering it with adoration and cooing over its brilliance, shape and power. There was no doubt that Dan loved what he had fashioned and I found myself filled with a desire to keep him pleased.
Other than his cock, Dan now looked complete to me. He was a stunning vision carrying somewhere around 500 pounds of supremely hard muscle meat where only180 pounds had existed not long ago. What Dan had done in ‘adjusting’ my body was even more astounding. I looked past Dan into one of the non-warped mirrors nearby and almost exploded with cum on the spot. There was Dan’s rocked, luscious ass that we had fashioned together inviting and waiting for my sexual invasion. Then there was the image of the new me saturated with endlessly rich, glowing muscle so thick, hard and dense as t transcend any anatomically drawn picture ever imagined in the history of humanity. My 18” cock shaft jumped from rock hard to diamond hard at the dual images of Dan’s naked back and my muscle-filled front.
All I needed now was for Dan to have the cock of my dreams adorning his fountain-like sculpture of shredded muscularity. Now I was glad I had kept my silence when Dan carved my wasp-like waist into existence. In return, Dan now owed me a similar opportunity on his groin. I said as much to Dan as I guided him to the last of the band of body-shaping mirrors in the dingy room. Dan moved reluctantly but accepting of my proposition.
First I let Dan have his way with my cock. I stood centered in the mirror with my precum-dripping organ proudly and boldly reflected. It was a stunning cock and even Dan had to admit that its scale seemed appropriate for the colossal assemblage of muscle spilling from my body. He had me move making several adjustments. In the end Dan simply asked me to step away from the mirror agreeing that my ramrod cock was ‘just right’ though larger than he would prefer for himself in a perfect world. With my love of massive cock, I was not about to argue with Dan. Now, however, I was going to give him the cock of my dreams.
And so I did! As with Dan’s back development, I used several steps of imaged growth starting by taking his natural 10” of hardened cock to a spitting image of it at 12”. Using the same formula, I then magnified the wonder of Dan’s normal cock shape to 15”. Though the number of times I got to enjoy it regularly had diminished over the years, I had always loved Dan’s cock. It was one of those that was rigidly anchored into the groin and road forward with a continuous upward curve until the constantly scaled shaft slammed into the back of its great collar of sensitive crowning flesh. Dan’s cock head was a thing of pure joy; fat at the base and perfectly tapered to the urethra. At 10”, his cock was a true instrument of pleasure; at 15” it was a wonder of mankind. Each time I got his cock to where I liked it; I had Dan stare it into reality.
I could tell that Dan wanted me to stop at 15” but I had much more grandiose plans for his cock. I wanted a cock that was as much a wonder in the world as the body he had pushed onto me. As I carried the reflected image of his cock to the same 18” of statuesque existence that now adorned my body, I also began to work with the overall thickness of Dan’’ cock shaft. I had always dreamed of it having just the slightest taper as it moved from his groin. That, I imagined, would give me increased pleasure as more and more voluminous meat passed through my sphincter and over my prostate. I pushed the width of Dan’s 18” organ to nearly 5” wide at the base while letting the 4” width stay in place at the collar of his cock head. Dan accepted my request to bring his cock to reality thinking that we would then be done. But we weren’t
I wanted more! I needed more! My favorite dildo of choice was about the same size as the member I had created to this point on Dan. I loved ingesting the full hardness of that latex monstrosity but secretly thirsted for much more than that. Dan hesitated at my newest request for him to stand by the ‘cock’ mirror again. When he finally agreed, I knew it would be the last time I would be able to persuade him to do so. It was all or nothing for me now. I went for ‘all’
Not even Dan could have imagined the 24” colossi I sculpted into view in the mirror. It was the emperor of all cocks; the consummation of all manly meat development. Lined and ridged with a netting of frenzied veining and chiseled so hard in view that it took on the same value of power as the striated muscle covering Dan’s body. I made his testicles into great grapefruit sacks filled to bursting with obvious man juices. Dan stood in awe as I beamed my approval of my final shaping. Then I had Dan stare at it and watched as the reality came into being on his body. Between my muscle and Dan’s cock, there could be no greater manly development anywhere or anytime.
As we looked at our finished images, my own marvelous cock shaft beat with want for immediate fulfillment. I could tell from the continued hardening of Dan’s stupendous organ that he shared my erogenous desires. We flexed our gargantuan muscles at each other and watched as our dual images were reflected one-hundred fold in the room filled with mirrors. Muscle and cock was everywhere – around us, on us and in our minds. Biceps, triceps, thighs, calves, pecs, glutes, backs and cocks of immeasurable beauty and power filled the room. Our muscles sprouted muscles as we twisted and turned through a staggering array of poses. Our bodies were huge and our cocks were amazing. Precum and drool fell from our overly aroused bodies. Our balls chimed their fullness as they slapped repeatedly against our chiseled thighs and the bottoms of our steely cock shafts.
It was time! We were done! At my suggestion we secreted out from the House of Mirrors and found a cozy isolated spot behind it gathering up our discarded clothes as we exited. We would have had sex right there and then inside but there was some level of fear of discovery that drove us outside. Besides, the light drizzle of the warm evening helped to polish the wonder of our combined muscle. We bathed in the brilliance of our muscles as we rolled on the ground exploring every angle, curve, crevasse and mound of chiseled meat covering our bodies. Together we must have been in possession of over half a ton of pure, stunning meat. Our rigidly mounted cocks refused to bend or yield to any applied pressure as they begged for their own attention by us.
Dan laid on his back letting the amazing depths of his gargantuan pecs swallow the core of my hungering cock shaft. I fell on top of him with his pistoned tower of cock meat protruding skyward behind the base of my balls and ass. I drove my hot 18” cock back and forth between the squeezing flesh of his impossibly hard pecs digging the head of my cock into the bottom of his chin with each exaggerated thrust. Dan used the power of his enormous pecs to massage my throbbing cock until, with one last deep thrust, it exploded with the same volume of cum that Dan had experienced before entering the inner chamber of the Hall of Mirrors. My hot cum smothered his voluminous pecs, shoulders and upper arms. Several heaping eruptions of my cum were sucked into Dan’s lusting mouth. The pressure of our writhing abs squeezed all the fluids from my trapped balls until the last drops of my manly cream dribbled from my satisfied organ.
Scooping up as much of my own wet cum from Dan’s heaving breast meat as I rose up from him, I gently massaged his poled 24” cock shaft until it ran with the combination of my slippery cum and the arm drizzle. I wanted Dan and I wanted his cock like I had never wanted him before. I could feel the pull of the muscle ring surrounding my sphincter as it yearned to feel Dana’s hard shaft penetrating me. Dan was hesitant at first out of fear of injuring me with his two feet of studly man meat. I had already abandoned all care and concern. If I was to die, let it be by my magnificent lover on his unparalleled cock
I stood over the core of Dan’s midsection positioning the base of my ass directly over the gaping tip of his urethra. Standing almost fully erect with my legs straddling Dan’s chiseled waistline the lips of his massive cock head tickled the base of my yearning ass hoe. Silvery precum flowed and added its lubricating qualities to my cum on the head of Dan’s inflexible cock shaft. Using all the staggering muscle power on and in my body I forced my torso down until the pressure of Dan’s relentless cock began to separate the opening to my anal interior. My anxiety and lust kept my body moving downward spreading my sphincter until the fat collar of Dan’s cock head licked the stretched ring of muscle.
Dan stared up at the gargantuan muscle sweltering and undulating on my entire body as I worked the beginnings of his immense cock into me. I could see the endless pleasure in his eyes as they swallowed the voluminous greatness of my new muscles undulating with endless excitement. I knew he was happier than he had been in years and, as the first half foot of his gnawing cock dug into my intestine, so was I. Yes, we were filled with the looks of lust and longing but, more importantly, I saw a renewed spirit of pure, deep love between us. I pushed my body closer to his taking over half of his cock inside my gut. Sensations of sheer, unimagined joy filled the core of my being as the 5” width of Dan’s embedded organ stretched my gut to unimagined pleasure.
As another quarter of his vast cock shaft was removed for the distanced separating my ass cheeks from his groin, I reached down pulling Dan’s hands up to enjoy my flexing pecs and arms. He relished every touch, sinew, fiber, vein and cell of my carved muscle meat. Dan spread his thirsting hands as wide as he could as he tried to enjoy the almost three feet of flexing arm muscles and eight feet of meat-pounding upper torso on my body. I consumed the rest of his cock! I could feel Dan’s massive grapefruit balls scraping under my splayed ass cheeks. I began to flex my glutes to massage his testicles. Dan’s entire body quivered convulsively as I massaged his balls alternately with my rising and fall thrusts onto his embedded cock shaft. I powered Dan’s fissured organ in and out of me sucking on every fabulous inch and foot of pulsing meat. I tried to grasp the massive pipe shaft of cock in the muscled walls of my sphincter to force as much friction into the rubbing cock pole as possible.
Then Dan exploded! Cum filled my gut with the first flooding eruption and kept pushing deeper and deeper into me. I could feel the warm moist heat of his juices shooting through me and threatening to overstuff me with their endless wealth. Dan’s petrified cock shaft beat harder and harder inside me with each succeeding pump of heated cum. The vast white liquid further lubricated the sides of Dan’s cock as it tried to escape down the sausaged tube of my intestine. I cried with a sense of fulfillment beyond ecstasy. The last of Dan’s hot cream poured in to me and I collapsed onto him with his bloated cock still within me.
We lay together for what seemed like a perfect eternity. I don’t know when we actually separated our bodies or fell asleep. The sound of a rooster brought me awake with the first light of the next morning. I was facing Dan’s back. It took a moment or two before the reality of the situation hit me.
Dan’s body was the same ‘normal size’ it had always been. I fought the thought that all of what I remembered must only have been a dream. We were outside! We were not at home! Dan was naked! I looked down. I was naked too. At that exact moment Dan rolled toward me and his eyes opened. He smiled, and then he reached for my body. He touched me … and my gargantuan muscles reacted by dancing through a series of sensitized gyrations.
I was still as big as I had been in the House of Mirrors. Several hundred pounds of stupefying muscle draped my waking body. Then I noticed that Dan was not exactly the same as he had always been. A huge snake of soft but astounding cock shaft was spread in front of Dan’s trim legs. I had to look down. The massive scale of my carved and curvaceous pec meat forced me to lean very far forward to confirm what I suspected. My body was as huge as the mirrors had made it but, unlike Dan, I had not retained the monstrous 18” organ. My old ‘normal’ cock and balls hung in its place. Before I could react, Dan pointed and I turned to look over my shoulder only to become even more confused.
The carnival was gone! All of it! Nor could I see any signs of wheel tracks. Where it had gone and how it had disappeared is still a mystery to both of us. Dan’s magnificent cock and my astounding muscles are proof that something happened. Besides, how could two men, partners or not, share exactly the same dream?
It was gone but we were left with signatures of its presence. Dan possessed the cock of my dreams and I wore the body of his visions. Together we both shared a renewed love that the bearing of each other’s personal lusts ensured we would enjoy our new partnership for years to come.