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Let’s make a bet

By Seth Peterson

Description My boyfriend has always had some exceptional monster pecs! And over the years, they just got bigger and bigger… and so did he! My man cannot stop growing, and I love every inch of his expanding, heaving frame! Come check out the perfect swelling journey that is my big alpha boyfriend!

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Part 1

My boyfriend Travis has always been a big dude. We’d been friends ever since freshman year in high school. And I mean, he was big then. Always tall… not ferociously so, but definitely a head and a half above me. Good abs, decent legs, not much on the biceps. But holy shit, this boy had always owned some huge pecs. They were disproportionate, without a doubt. He actually looked like he had breasts if he turned the right way. That was the joke I’d always make… I’d call them his boobs, smack them lightly, he’d laugh and usually push me. He said it was genetics, but I’d always find him in the weight room after school, pumping iron and nothing else. I’d tell him that he needed to vary his workouts or he’d only grow one muscle group, but I think he was too lunkheaded to really get it… that, and I think he knew what he was doing, too.

Well, senior year arrived. By then, I had figured out just which kind of people I liked… and Travis was one of them. And like I said, he’d always been a big dude. Still head and shoulders above me, but he’d bulked up a fair bit in four years. Gentle biceps, carved abs, stellar legs (he had joined Varsity soccer, you see). But yes, as I’m sure you’re jerking to, his pecs had ballooned. He was bigger than most the girls in our grade. Fat and weighty, yet impossibly wide and strong, shirt stretching and fabric busting, he actually had breasts at this point. I’m sure his back would have been sore every morning… if his back wasn’t wide enough to be a small table. We had kept close, even with him being a total jock and me a theatre idiot (and I use the term endearingly). The routine was the same. He’d chat idly about his workout, I’d call them boobs, smack them, and he’d shove me over. He was a strong boy.

The last day of senior year arrived. It was bittersweet for sure. Travis and I had promised to keep in touch; I was going to Oneonta, he was going to Binghamton. Close, but by no means an easy drive. We were chilling after our last class, alone in the hallway. It was nostalgic, for sure, but I was trying to work up the courage to tell him how I felt. How his smile melted my heart, how he was just such a sweetheart and a goofball and how I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. Ah, high school. So when he smiled sadly and bounced his pecs hard in his shirt, I kind of felt my body moving on its own.

“Me and the boobs are gonna miss you!”

My hands went to smack his pecs like always… and lingered. Before I knew what I was doing, my hands had completely enclosed his pecs and were squeezing gently. Travis’s eyes closed tight and he let out a startled grunt. I drew back instantly, trying to play it off.

“S-sorry, a bit much… “

He opened his eyes, gasping gently.

“D-do that again.”

Shocked, I slowly gave his pecs another thick squeeze, a little more firmly than before. Travis visibly rocked, biting his lip with those perfect teeth. Gasping in pleasure, his eyes fluttered as I chanced another grope. I became very very aware of a swelling bulge in the front of his gym shorts, thick and gorged. He was big everywhere! The more I squeezed, the harder he got. The harder I clenched, the harder his cock pulsed to life. I began to rhythmically squeeze and knead, my own cock swelling as I massaged and fondled my crush’s immense, heavy pecs.

Finally we both seemed to realize where we were. In no time someone would walk down the hallway and see us. Travis’ eyes flickered naughtily and he grinned down at me.

“Like them, huh?”

I flushed hard, averting my eyes. “Wh-what can I say? Always had a thing for your b… pecs… “

He snickered, slowly but surely peeling off his shirt. I flushed even harder, looking down the hallway.

“T-Travis!”

He grinned, letting his shirt drop to the floor. I got hard the second his enormous, heavy pecs tumbled out to rest on his washboard abs. “Relax. We’re adults now.”

He pulled me in, humping our cocks together slowly.

“And you can call them boobs. I have you to thank for getting me so into them!”

He was getting closer and closer, my hands trembling as they rested on his bulging pecs.

“T-Travis… “

He was inches away, his breath hot on my lips.

“Would have never grown them this big… never gotten so enamored with them… if not for you.”

And then he kissed me. Lights exploded in my brain as his lips pushed into mine. My hand went to rub his carved, angular jawline as my other continued to squeeze and fondle his behemoth pec. As he pulled off slowly, his mouth broke into that dazzling grin I’d grown so fond of. He hitched his thumbs into his waistband, cock still rock hard under his shorts. I grabbed his hands quickly, head whipping down the hall. I hissed through closed teeth, mortified and impossibly aroused at the same time.

“Travis!”

He wiggled his eyebrows, smirking cockily. “Who cares? What will they do? Send us to the principals on the last day of our senior year?”

I pushed him just out of view, breath coming fast. “Travis, please! L-let’s find a bathroom or something… “

He touched my chin with his baseball-mitt sized hand. “Let’s make a deal. If you give me a hand job right here, right now… “ He leaned in, humping once, firm and hard, sending shivers through us both. “… I’ll be your boyfriend.”

My breath caught in my throat. Travis kissed me again, guiding my hand to his throbbing member. Jesus, he felt huge. “T-Travis… let’s be real. We’re going to different colleges… you’re obviously going to find others… “

He pushed me against the opposite wall, in full view of the adjoining hall as he pinned my arms above my head, kissing me long and deep, his huge pecs shoving against my chest.

“Do I look like a fucking idiot to you? Why would I go for a dime a dozen twink or chick when I have my best friend, my biggest admirer and encourager… right here?”

This was a side I had never seen before… and it was turning me the fuck on. Cocky yet sweet, arrogant yet charming… I could see us together for a long time. Gazing into his perfect eyes, I slowly freed my arm from his vice grip and snuck it down his shorts. My hand closed on what felt like a banana of flesh. Shivering in fear and arousal, I slowly began to stroke it, my hands traveling along what felt like nine inches of cock.

Travis smirked, bringing my other hand to his bulbous pec. “No no, in the open. And keep squeezing my tit. It gets me rock solid.”

God, he was really something. Gulping nervously, I tugged his cock out of his shorts, gasping in pleasure as it sprung up. Easily nine, maybe ten. He was huge in every way… Travis smiled, guiding me gently into the center of the hallway. Now if anyone turned the corner or walked out of a classroom, we’d be spotted. I was shivering so hard I almost thought I had hypothermia, but yet I continued to squeeze and stroke at a solid pace, hoping to get it over with. Travis bit his lip and grunted gently with each spastic motion, his hips bucking as his huge back arched, shoving those fat pecs into my hand even further, flesh spilling out of my fingers.

He leaned in hard and kissed me, humping one last time before his cock throbbed, firing thick and heavy against the wall behind us. He went good and strong for a little bit before gasping for air, collapsing against me. I grunted in effort, struggling to support his full, muscular weight. Finally he picked himself up, tucking his shrinking cock back into his waistband. Kissing me quickly on the lips, he pulled his shirt back on, to my gentle dismay.

“Well, a bet’s a bet. Guess I’m yours now, gorgeous.”

I flushed nonstop, and it only got worse as he lovingly patted my butt. “Hey… I don’t own you, Travis.”

He winked, putting his hand around my waist as he kissed my forehead, an easy feat for his six foot something frame. “I sure hope not! This is a mutual thing.”

The bell rang, giving us a one-minute warning. He chuckled. “Damn. Must have been a thirty second orgasm. Always have been quick, I guess.” He kissed me again, eliciting yet another blush. “I’ll text you, babe.”

The word sent a shiver up my spine… and not a good one. It was the feeling that this would maybe last until he came again… or got bored of me. It would be intense and pseudo-romantic… but hardly real. An experiment in his life game. I wouldn’t even last a week.

Part 2

Well, that’s what I had thought. Six months later, I was so head over heels in love with my enormous boyfriend that life seemed covered with a cheesecloth. We’d text all day non-stop, and Facetime every night. Every night he’d steal my heart a little more and show off his magnificent boobs. Hehe yeah, I called them that now. He was a huge fan of bets… he had made one a few weeks into our relationship. If he could go up a cup size in one semester, I’d never call them pecs again. I had gotten cocky and raised it to two cup sizes, thinking he’d never make it and I’d never get used to calling those melons breasts. Well, I was wrong on both counts. I a)calling his chest muscles titties, and my boyfriend filled a DD perfectly, if not a little snugly. I’d even convinced him to buy one, and he loved showing off his boobs to me every night, fondling his own bra-clad chest as his cleavage heaved. He told me that he could orgasm just by rubbing his boobs too hard, and I believed him. He said that if he wore too tight a shirt in public, he’d pop a boner if he so much as stretched. I had considered daring him to do it… but I wasn’t that cruel and that was more his gig anyway.

He made me a bet one day… toward the end of the semester. I was chatting with him as usual, just dazedly gazing at his tits. We did that sometimes… he would just bounce those fat melons and I’d stare, sometimes for hours on end. He was turned on just as much as I was. By now he could almost get those things to nudge his chin with each pop. He paused, staring lovingly at me as I took him in. “You’d look really good with long hair, baby.”

I paused, smiling. “Yeah? You think?”

Travis nodded, huge breasts undulating in rhythm. “Yeah. I can picture it down to your cheeks… or even your chin.”

I chuckled. “I do hear I’d look decent with a mane.”

Travis popped that cocky grin I loved so much. I had a feeling I knew what was coming. “Let’s make a bet.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Another? Last one didn’t go so well for you.”

He grinned again, bouncing those mammoth boobies heavily. “I think it worked perfectly.” He looked over himself, smirking. “Okay… if you grow your hair all next semester, no cutting it… then I’ll work on my other muscles.”

I chuckled. “Other muscles? You mean you haven’t been?”

He laughed, a booming chuckle that twitched my cock. “Babe, I was way too focused bulking up two cup sizes for you! If I put my full effort into my body… hehe well… you’ll have to see.”

I swept my hair off my forehead, feigning indecision. It did get oily quickly when it was longer… but this was just too good an opportunity to pass up. “You got yourself a deal, gorgeous!”

“Oh, and… well, I wanna be surprised.”

I tilted my head. “How do you mean?”

He bit his lip, like it was painful to even say it. “I don’t wanna Facetime.”

My jaw must have dropped, because he smiled sheepishly and sighed. “I know, baby, I know. It’s rough. But think how worth it it will be!”

I had to agree. I was one of those suckers who loved a sudden change… coming back after a few months and seeing just how different people had become. And with his penchant for growing, I knew Travis wouldn’t disappoint me. “Yeah… all right, then. But you better be huge, hon!”

He chuckled, heaving his breasts. “You fucking know it, babe. I wanna see you adjusting that hair every few seconds!”

I chuckled, winking. “It’s a bet, my big tittied boyfriend.”

He bit his lip as his boobs jumped. “Mmf… do that again.”

I grinned… yet another of our rituals. “What? Call you out on how fucking enormous your boobies are?”

He moaned gently, palming a fat breast. “How thick and round and heavy your breasts are becoming?”

Travis gasped, squeezing more and more. I noticed with glee that neither hand was on his cock. He looked at me, tongue out gently. “Oh my god, I have breasts.”

I growled happily, stroking myself. “No… you have boobs, big boy. And they’re only gonna evolve into huge… .”

He shuddered, huffing as he squeezed.

“… fat… “

His eyes rolled as his modest biceps flexed, hands cupping his cantaloupe-sized chest muscles.

“TITTIES!!”

He moaned loudly, pinching his nipples. Both of us froze as gentle drops of milk dripped from his huge melons… and then he came. Hard. Bellowing like a beast, my beautiful Travis bounced his tits hard as he orgasmed like a bull, pumping seed everywhere. Finally he calmed down, grinning. “Jesus… you see that?”

I laughed, smiling myself. “You’re so big you’re lactating… and you can orgasm hands-free… “

He licked his lips. “I think I’ll be trying to do that a lot more.”

I winked. “I look forward to it.”

As his libido subsided, he smiled warmly. “I’m gonna get so fucking huge for you, baby.”

“I look forward to it, Travis. Good night.”

“Love you.”

“Love you more, my busty boy.”

He hung up and I promptly spewed my load in barely concealed ecstasy. Wow, life was good.

And after a few more months… life got better. I was missing my man. A whole semester without seeing him was tough. Texting was one thing, but I felt like I was lacking. Not seeing his super tits for nearly a half year was taking its toll on me, but I knew it’d be worth it. Besides, I had a surprise of my own for him. What I hadn’t told my boyfriend when we’d made that bet was that my hair grew fast. Like, crazy fast. As in I needed to cut it every month fast. So six months of not getting it cut? Travis probably thought it would be to my cheek… maybe my chin, what with it being just past eye level last time he saw it.

Well, it wasn’t at my cheek, or my chin. My hair was long enough to lightly drape on my shoulders nowadays, a veritable blanket of blond locks that flowed and tossed whenever I moved. I was absolutely in love with it, despite all its tedium. I had to condition it every day, keep it clean, and brush it constantly. It was ridiculously soft and fluffy, and it had been hell at first to keep it out of my face. But I was used to it by now, and had no problem with all its swaying and draping across my face and neck. I couldn’t wait to feel it fully resting on my shoulders, and the light pricks and itching of my hair tips tickling my shoulders were a good omen of what was to come.

I was eating lunch at the dining hall, wondering why my big boyfriend had been quiet for so long. Usually he couldn’t go more than a few minutes without texting me. He was on the lacrosse, soccer, and tennis team (see? Total stud and a half), and his practices were usually an hour long. He’d always tell me how even sixty minutes was torture for him, and he’d count down the minutes until we’d chat again. Sometimes we’d pull all-nighters just texting and teasing each other, being without Facetime and all. Some might consider it puppy love or unhealthy, but personally I was willing to run that risk. Travis was my type and then some: sweet yet kinky, protective and possessive yet totally understanding… all of psychology’s red flags rolled into one, complete with a pair of breasts that would make Cardi B raise an eyebrow! But I was currently almost three hours without a text… he’d once gone two and a half for a bus ride for a lacrosse game, but he wasn’t scheduled for a game today. I wasn’t one to get unduly worried or spam messages, but it was a bit odd!

Just as I was about to send another text just to check, two hands clamped over my eyes. A deep voice whispered in my ears, my heart hammering as I realized I wasn’t about to be kidnapped.

“Guess who?”

I sighed, thinking it was one of my prankster friends. But… the hands were too big, the voice too deep even in a whisper. Maybe it was my suite-mate? He was a big dude, but not one for this kind of crap. Pulling forward, I turned in annoyance. My breath caught in my throat as my gaze tilted up… and up… and a little further up. As the face of my dreams broke into a goonish grin, I couldn’t help but let out a squeal as I tackled him in a huge hug.

Travis!!”

He hugged me tight, kissing me deeply as a few people turned to look. “Oh my fuck, baby… I missed you so much!”

He held me there for what seemed like forever, lips together. Then I realized how tight his arms felt… and how high my feet were off the ground. “Tr-Travis? Did you… grow?”

He didn’t respond at first, nuzzling his nose in my long silky hair. “Holy shit… I didn’t believe it at first… thought no way did my honey grow this much hair in only half a year! But you did… and I’m so glad I’m not the only one who went overboard.”

I could barely comprehend his words, but his voice sounded deeper somehow… and it felt like iron cords were pressing into my back. “Overboard, Travis?”

My voice was barely a squeak I was so excited. He put me down and backed up a few steps, and my vision almost swam. I don’t know how I didn’t notice it when I had turned to greet him, but now here he was… in his full glory. And he was glorious.

He was taller… somehow in six months, he had put on a very visible few inches; where once my head had been just at his lips, now it was barely at his shoulder. I mean, that was a fucking half foot for sure! How had he grown an inch a month!? And even in his loose blue shirt, there was no denying how much muscle my boyfriend had stacked on. He had been relatively well-built before, although maybe more on the leaner side. It had still been buffer than I could ever hope to be, but I suppose it had been a pretty standard size for a sports jock. But once strong shoulders had evolved into immense, broad shelves connected to a thick bull’s neck. They had nearly doubled in width, obviously to house the gargantuan torso he was now sporting. His tits had ballooned even heavier and thicker, but widened to completely fill his shirt on either side. And yet they were still so burgeoning and beefy that they formed deep cleavage that seemed eager to suck in the fabric above it. Nipples that looked more like half-thumbs tented his shirt on each breast, wiggling and bobbing with the slightest movements. But his arms had gotten huge! Very snugly filling his sleeves, his gorged biceps formed thick cannons of flesh. A massive, snake-like vein twisted down his arms to branch rather heavily across his forearms and down to his huge, baseball mitt hands. Thick triceps flexed and bunched as he moved, obviously adding to the sheer size of his swollen, beefy arms.

Blinking in shock and disbelief, I could only open and close my mouth for a few seconds as Travis grinned cockily down at me. He let his behemoth tits undulate and flex slowly in his shirt, nipples visibly swelling in arousal.

“Now there’s the reaction I’ve been dying for.”

I suddenly became painfully aware of the pulsing erection in my shorts, the obvious result of seeing my boyfriend’s sudden, enormous growth. And knowing him, he’d probably whip it out in the middle of the dining hall. I didn’t miss the naughty glint in his eyes.

“Bathroom, Travis! Not here!”

He laughed, and I realized his voice really had dropped a little; it hadn’t been my imagination after all. “I’m not that lewd… although watching that hair bounce is getting me horny… “

The fleshy banana was beginning to outline against his shorts. Thankfully that behemoth hadn’t seemed to grow any… his lower half in general looked pretty unchanged: toned defined soccer legs with strong calves. Thank god… if he had ballooned all over, I may have had to convince myself the whole thing was a dream. Not that this whole scenario didn’t seem unreal!

Motioning, Travis walked off toward the restrooms, nonchalantly adjusting his cock like it was normal. As he moved and I followed, I couldn’t help but flush as I took in his back. Jesus Christ, it was huge. His shoulders had been one thing, but watching his gigantic, extra-wide back shift and tug at his shirt, I found myself having to adjust my own cock as it throbbed even harder with lust. I tilted my head, though, as I took in the rest of his back. From the front, I hadn’t much paid attention to his waist. I had noticed a little lip, but I had assumed it was his eight pack and his v-line becoming even more defined. Yeah, my man had an eight pack. But… he was stocky! That back slimmed down a bit beyond his lats, but there was a slight bulge on either side just before his hips. And they were way too big to be v-line indicators… and those didn’t show up from the back. Did my ripped shredded Travis have love handles? No possible way! He didn’t look chunky at all…

My breath was coming in gasps and huffs, my face flushing with arousal, lust, romantic delight, all forms of emotional baggage! As Travis entered the bathroom and locked it behind me, I couldn’t help but squeeze one enormous arm dazedly. Oh, fuck… it was real. All that massive muscle was there in front of me, firm and swollen and delicious. Travis smirked, flexing that divine bicep for me. I almost fainted at the enormous ball of muscle that surged to life, huge knot of flesh hardening into a massive sphere under my fingers. Winking slyly, he peeled his shirt off, body coming into view for the first time in almost half a year. Everything was just as magnificent as I’d hoped. Even the loose shirt he had been wearing couldn’t mask the gargantuan torso housed underneath. His pride and joy sat heavily atop his chest, seemingly weighed down by even more tit flesh. His nipples had visibly swollen, fleshy fat nubs bobbing with his breaths.

But the best part was what lay beneath his mammoth boobs. His once-proud eight pack had indeed vanished. I could barely make out the outline of his first two abs, but the rest had been transformed into a big, fleshy paunch of meat. He really did have love handles, twin swells of fatty muscle that burgeoned from his hips to meet with his new chunky belly. No wonder he looked so huge and heavy everywhere else, he’d bulked hard! My brain locked… the only thing that I could think to say bubbled up from deep in my subconscious, spurned on by the monster of beef and brawn in front of me.

“Daddy… “

Ah, Freud would be proud. Travis paused for a bit, grin splitting his face. “Ooh, I like the sound of that!”

At my stunned silence, he bounced his tits before slowly guiding his hand under his new tummy swell. Giving it a hefty jiggle, he grinned even wider as I watched that new bulk wobble and ripple like a bowl of Jello. “Figured I’d dirty bulk to help things along… and I guess I let it get a bit out of hand! But it feels amazing, baby, you have no idea.”

I gently reached out a hand, feeling my fingers sink into that soft pudge. It was maybe two or three inches of sink before that undeniably firm base, but it was still two or three inches of alpha beef that was brand new… and seriously hot. My hands traveled up to rub the ferocious underswell of his colossal super tits. Biting his lip, Travis moaned teasingly.

“They’ve gotten so sensitive lately. I blame all the milk I’m storing in there daily.”

My face got even redder, my breath coming hotter and heavier. He hadn’t mentioned that! In fact, I’d forgotten a bit after that one cam session.

“M-milk?”

“Thought I’d surprise you even more with that! Yeah… guess all those feminine hormones helped get some more weight on the tits! Made my bulk softer too… good thing, ‘cuz I hate those gross ball guts.”

I could only nob absentmindedly, eying those huge gorged nipples. No wonder they were so big… he was probably pumping them! And his boobs most certainly were bigger than before… added muscle and a generous layer of thickness from his beefy bulk had turned them into impossibly wide, enormously thick ultra boobs that were only so perky and supple because of the ungodly amounts of muscle in his chest and back. Travis sighed happily, running his hand through my hair. I was once again reminded of how tall he’d gotten.

“Holy fuck, I missed my perfect worshipper boyfriend. Been itching to give you a taste of the nice creamy dairy your moo cow stud is holding these days.”

Those words, combined with the spectacle that was my behemoth of a man almost brought me to orgasm then and there. But thankfully, I regained a little of my composure. As I gazed up at him, I couldn’t help but chuckle, leaning up and up.

“Is it gonna make me grow too?”

Travis smirked with that beautiful cocky smile I loved, kissing me deeply. “I sure hope so. Wanna bloat that ass up so I can give it a smack.”

I flushed happily. Over the course of our relationship, we’d both realized that sex didn’t really hold much interest for either of us. Blowjobs and anal weren’t really on our radar, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t appreciate the assets the other was packing. How this mountainous god of a boy found any assets on me, I’ll never know. But he was quite literally bulging with them himself.

“Mmmmm… Big Travis gonna give his twink a bubble butt?”

He shivered a bit at the name, pushing his enormous body into my slim one. “Yeah he is. And my beautiful boy is gonna give me some even thicker, heavier, milkier boobies.”

I couldn’t hold it anymore. I buried my face in his cleavage. Travis moaned happily, wrapping his giant arms around my face and smothering me in his deep tit crevice. He held me there until I tapped out, panting hungrily as I tweaked his plump nipples. “You really lactate now?”

Travis nodded, smirking. “I mean… only a few drops, but I can still milk myself!”

I chuckled. Of course he couldn’t shoot rivers of milk! He wasn’t a girl, plus he wasn’t mutating. He was still human, and still a guy. But even a few drops was proof of how monstrously boob-tastic my boyfriend was. “That’s so amazing, Travis.” I looked up, kissing him deeply as he ran his hands through my hair.

“You look so good, baby boy.”

I flushed at the name. He was even cockier, a sort of permanent smirk etched into his features and a definite swagger to his posture. It did give me a thought, though. “Travis? I totally get how long we’ve been apart… have you… been with anyone else?”

His answer was immediate and fierce, before I could even stammer out my insecurities. “Fuck no!”

He paused, sighing as he ran his hands through my hair, looking into my eyes. “Sorry. Hope that didn’t sound defensive. Trust me, people have wanted to get with me. Like, a lot of people. But none of them were you. I wasn’t even tempted. I just wanted to grow and grow and grow for you, and you alone.”

I could see that he wasn’t lying. I almost teared up, but held myself together. I kissed him deeply before pulling back. “Holy shit, you really are the perfect boy.”

And just like that, his swagger came back. And somehow he seemed even more massive than a few minutes ago, frame looming over mine. “You’re just figuring this out now?”

He chuckled deeply, grinding into me with the force of a freight train. I moaned gently, clutching his huge back as I tried desperately not to orgasm. “Ah… T-Travis… “

He paused, humping in long slow pumps. “Hey, uh… how much do you like me?”

I chuckled, knowing exactly what was coming. “Mmmm dunno, Travis… depends on how much you’re wagering in this bet!”

He laughed, a deep booming baritone. “You got me all wrong, babe! No bets this time… just a request.”

He actually pushed me into the wall, hefting my legs up into his arms as he kept humping. I was over the moon. He leaned in, breath hot in my ears. “I think I’ve done enough for you to start giving me some pet names. I give you plenty!”

“O-oh! I do love those, and I would have earlier! I… I just thought they were too mushy for you.”

Travis smirked, pushing me harder into the wall as he got a bit more forceful. “I’m a sweetheart, baby, you know that! And I’m not talking about mushy names… “ He paused, licking my lips slowly. “… I’m talking about some names to make me feel big.”

I bucked wildly, gasping. “Wh-what? Teasing your massive swollen boobies isn’t enough?”

He shuddered, bucking with me. Our erections were rock hard, oozing pre. We were both so close. “Just imagine how much inspiration you’d give if you called me some… more beefy names.”

“Or it would go right to that swelled head and you’d stop growing!”

He grinned, lowering me a bit so that his tits pushed into mine. “Never stop growing. And come on, you love this ego as much as I do.”

I smiled, breath coming hot and heavy. “You know? I sure do, Titan.”

He moaned loudly, pulling me back so that he was lifting me off the ground with no problems. “Fuck, just like that.”

“Jesus… you’re so fucking strong, Big Alpha Travis!”

He got a wicked glint in his eyes, holding me tight. “I like that name you mentioned earlier… what was it again?”

I bit my lip, heart hammering. “Wh-what… ? Daddy?”

He bellowed in delight, slamming me against the wall as he came, humping into me as his cock fired. I couldn’t help but release with him, shooting my own load in ecstasy. As we gasped and groaned, bodies smashing together, he slowly let me down. As we panted for air, he ran a finger through my long blond hair.

“You see? This is why no one even fucking holds a candle to you! But now I wanna make a bet.”

I rolled my eyes, orgasm doing nothing to ease my excitement. Travis’ increased size was just so new and delicious! “There it is.”

He smirked. “You’re a fan of the tummy, yeah?”

I growled playfully, poking the inch or two of wonderful pudge sticking from his lower abs. “It’s fucking amazing!”

“Thought so! All right… if you call me Daddy, I’ll gain thirty pounds by the end of the semester.” At my expression, he held up two baseball mitt-sized hands. “In private, in private! Not in public, obviously.”

My heart started hammering, desires clear in my head. With post-orgasm clarity settling in, I found that… I had no problems with it. On the contrary… I liked it. But I wasn’t letting him take all the credit! “Ah, ah! My turn… IF you gain thirty pounds, then I’ll call you Daddy.”

He grinned, chuckling. “You are such a vixen, babe! I like it, though. You got yourself a bet!”

We sealed it with a kiss, same as always. “Now… I’m actually skipping class and practice for you, so I’m afraid I can’t stay over.”

My heart sank. I really wanted to cuddle with that new weight! “Oh… okay! The fact that you came all the way is still amazing!”

He nodded eagerly. “Yeah… plus, I got a new challenge! You’ll keep growing out your hair?”

I nodded, tossing it playfully. “Imagine how long it’s gonna be.”

He growled happily. “With how much it’s grown over this six months, I’m chomping at the bit. I’ll keep growing bigger, and you keep growing prettier.”

I smiled at him. “I’ll do my squats every day.”

He swatted my ass gently. “Really are gonna grow your Big Travis a bubble butt!”

I laughed, nuzzling into him. “Talking in the third person? Your head’s gonna pop if that ego gets much bigger!”

He smiled. “You know you love it.”

I ran my hands over his arms, marveling at how much his tits still pushed me away from him. Boy had foot-long boobies! Okay, maybe not that much, but they sure looked and felt like it!

“I do love it, Titan. I love you more.”

He kissed the top of my head with minimal difficulty. “Love you too, baby boy.”

Part 3

A little over half a year later, I was eagerly waiting at our favorite diner. I’d left college today, and had promised to drive right here to meet him. I was desperately hoping he’d kept his end of the bet… because I was eagerly wishing to fulfill mine. Our daily talks just turned me on more and more, and I was quickly growing to adore his dominant, domineering nature (although I’d never let him know it). Freud would love me, but calling him that particular name would really fit our relationship. His pet names were becoming gradually more feminine, and he was encouraging me to embrace my less masculine desires. With my body slowly changing to his wishes, I figured a little mental push wouldn’t hurt either. I guess my genetics were just as geared toward growing as Travis’ were, because I’d gone up three waist sizes in just six months. But unlike Travis, my belly hadn’t gotten any bigger. No, those extra inches went right to my hips and ass. The squats really had done the trick, my butt swollen into a huge meaty bubble. It was muscular enough to be round, but somehow soft enough to jiggle a bit when I walked. My hips had thickened a fair bit too, legs nearly touching with the added mass on them. My lower half was monstrously disproportionate now… I just figured it would match my boyfriend’s immense upper half.

True to my word, I had kept my hair growing. It had gotten really annoying, so I was tying it up in a loose ponytail these days. But because I was meeting my busty boy today, I had it untied. Long silky locks flowed and shifted just below my collarbone, pulled out of my eyes by my hair tie. I have no idea how it grew so fast, but I wasn’t complaining at all. I’d been working my core, and I was boasting a modest skinny-pack, exposed by my new style. While nerve-wracking at first, I’d slowly become used to and excited to wear some gayer clothes. In the winter, I had rocked some skinny jeans and jean jackets. Nowadays, I loved wearing my crop tops and even my booty shorts to show off my ass. Which you better believe I was wearing today. I had to make the best impression! I had my back to the wall, determined not to be taken by surprise like last time.

And then Travis’ truck pulled into the lot. My heart began to hammer, and I mean hammer. My imagination was going wild, if my boyfriend’s legacy of growth was any indicator. He pulled into a spot… and waited. I had to smirk. That cocky tease! Finally, when I thought I was going to have to open the door myself, he got out. I… I couldn’t. I just absolutely could not. How… the fuck… did he keep growing?!

He was taller, no doubt in my mind. I wasn’t sure if I’d be even with his chest at this point! I mean, I was short, but he had to be nearly six and a half feet. And he had to be nearly half that wide! Shoulders were wider and broader, arms were even more gargantuan, behemoth biceps swollen and tensed alongside burgeoning triceps. To be honest, his stomach hadn’t put on as much as I thought. But it was beyond noticeable now where before it had just been a subtle bulge. All those thirty pounds seemed to have gone right to his ass and boobs, though. His monstrous bubble of an ass had gotten even bigger than mine, damn him! His legs were huge and defined when he moved, but thick and meaty at the same time. And his tits! They were even wider, thicker, and starting to slope with all the weight piling on. He had to be wearing a triple-XL shirt, and yet there was no denying how puffy and mountainous his nipples had gotten, the perfect capstones to those bra-busting mega breasts! He looked more mature, too, jawline filled out and his hair a touch longer.

He stopped as he saw me, shaking his head in disbelief as he lumbered up to me. I couldn’t help but grin as he took up more and more of my vision, loose white shirt doing nothing to hide the godlike bulges heaving all over his body. We just stared at each other for a good minute, disbelievingly checking the other out. Finally he broke the silence.

“You never said I had to stop at thirty pounds… so I put on another fifteen. Hope that’s okay.”

I shook my head before sighing. “I think… I think I need to feed my Daddy before he gets skinny again!”

Travis moaned happily, burying me in a deep kiss as he ran his hand down my waterfall of hair. “How did this get so long?”

I grabbed his boobs, squeezing hard. “How did these get so big?”

He smacked my ass, rather forcefully too. “And how did this get so enormous?”

I did the same, although I barely made a dent in his. “Ditto!”

He huffed loudly, glancing over his shoulder. “Do we have to make our reservation? I just want to take you to my truck and have my way with you right now.”

I bit my lip, pressing my hand into his belly. Oh, it was even softer! And there was definitely more than before… I guess his boobs were just so big now that his tummy looked the same size.

“God, it’s tempting. But I do really want to see just how much you can eat now.”

He slipped his huge hand around my waist, guiding me into the restaurant. “A fuck ton, believe me. We’re gonna be here a while.”

I grinned. “Just more time for me to admire my Daddy’s new body. How much do you weigh?!”

He chuckled, smacking his ample belly fat. “Tipping the scales at just over 270. I’m hoping to break 300 by the summer’s end!”

I shook my head in wonder. “At your rate, you may break it by summer’s start!”

He shrugged those colossal shoulders. “Wouldn’t be surprised. I’m gaining super fast now that I don’t cut at the ends of bulks.”

I growled playfully as we entered the place, digging my hand into his bloated chest. “And probably just eat anything that crosses your path, big boy!”

He squeezed my ass in full view of the waitress at the desk, making her flush a bit as she took us in. “That’s big Daddy to you, little man!”

I flushed as hard as the poor girl that lead us to our table, hissing through my teeth. “Not in public, Travis! Jesus Christ!”

He chuckled, popping his gorged tits through his shirt. “People get us confused, actually. But come on… you’re dressing and looking like a slut, why not act like one?”

I blushed even deeper as we sat. “Because I don’t have your ego to boost my confidence… or your size.”

He chuckled, grunting as he squeezed next to me. His boobs were very nearly resting on the table, belly gently pushed into the counter as his ass pushed him forward in his seat.

“I wouldn’t say that! Your ass got enormous, baby boy! Fuck, this is a little tight.”

I nodded breathlessly. “Gonna start needing bar seats if you keep growing.”

He winked at me. “You know damn well I’m going to! I’m fucking pissed you go away for the summer, though. You really have to go to that camp?”

“Yes, Titan. I’m the archery director. They’d be lost without me! Besides, we have a month and a half all to ourselves! Plus, it’s two whole months for us to bulk up for the other.”

“Fine, but we’re Facetiming this time around. I wanna see my gorgeous boyfriend… and I’m sure he wants to see his Daddy keep expanding.”

I giggled gently. “I really do. You’re too big to keep me in the dark.”

He leaned his full weight into me, encouraging his soft squishy love handle into my hand.

“Baby, I’m too big to fit into some doorways.”

“Going to have to fix that, for sure! We can’t have you fitting in any, can we?”

He smirked cockily as our drinks arrived. “No, we can’t!”

The waitress eyed us both a little hesitantly, as if convincing herself that such a behemoth mountain of a man could really be with a twink like me. “Any appetizers, guys?”

Travis grinned, and I knew this was the start of something wonderful. “Now that you mention it… “

Now, I like boys with appetites. The bigger, the better. And it stands to reason that bigger boys have bigger appetites, so I knew Travis was going to be eating a lot. But… nothing could have prepared me for what I witnessed. I finished my meal in about thirty minutes; I’m a slow eater! Travis was not a slow eater, but he still finished in about ninety minutes. I watched six appetizers, four entrees, fourteen glasses of milk, five slices of cake, and three extra-large milkshakes vanish down my monster’s gullet. I could barely house my rock-hard erection under the table! Finally he finished his last shake, patting his domed belly.

“Now normally I’d let loose with a massive burp, but we’re in public and I figure you don’t want to be embarrassed.”

“Tr-Travis, you ate practically half the restaurant. How do you afford to eat like this? I-I don’t think I can pay for what you just devoured!”

He smirked, leaning back and slinging a giant arm around my shoulder.

“Well, I’m usually at college, and they’re all you can eat. And uh… I never told you this, but I’m fucking loaded. I don’t need to worry about cost.”

Before I could respond, he ran his hands through my hair.

“And I didn’t want to overstep my bounds so early in the relationship… but I think we’re in deep enough now. I don’t want you to worry about the cost of anything ever again. I want you to uh… well, rely on me for money.”

I gulped. That was risky… like, beyond risky. And controlling… as much as I loved his dominance, this was next level. “Travis… I-I love you, but I’m not willing to give you my finances.”

He leaned back a bit, eyes wide. “Oh god! No no, nothing like that! I don’t want a dime from you! That would be too much power. I just mean like… let me pay for you. I’ll buy you stuff if you want, and you can do whatever you want with your own money! I just wanna spoil my baby boy.”

I blushed, a bit ashamed at having misinterpreted. I mean, it was still a little red-flaggy, but we’d crossed that line long ago, hadn’t we? And who didn’t love a boy who wanted to pay for you? “Then it’s a deal… “ I leaned in, kissing his cheek. “… Daddy.”

He bit his lip, chuckling. “Sugar Daddy now, I guess.”

I rolled my eyes. “You just want more titles with that word in it, don’t you?”

He nodded, grinning as the waitress brought the bill. And let me tell you… it’s exciting to have a boy with money. No worries about providing for him, and if he’s generous it’s just a bonus for you! This gorgeous beefy hunk of a boyfriend shelled out more than one hundred dollars without batting an eye, sighing happily.

“That’s better. In lieu of sounding sexist, it’s fitting that the big man pays for his lady.”

I flushed, tying my hair up. “I ain’t a lady. Check downstairs… I only have long hair!”

He grinned, lumbering out of the booth. Oh sweet fuck, he looked bigger. “And an ass you could eat off, and a lovely new teen girl style of dressing up! But that’s good… I like my princess feminine.”

My heart spasmed, cock twitching. “Wh-what did you call me?”

He shrugged, sheepishly grinning. “Princess! My tiny little princess… and her big fat Daddy.”

I patted his belly, enjoying the pumped stomach under the layer of cushion. “You’re not fat… not yet.”

He growled, hand lingering on my ass. “Is that a challenge?”

I chuckled, walking with him out of the restaurant. “It might be. I like Daddy with some chunk on him.”

He patted his thick belly, smiling. “It feels amazing. Just getting out of the shower in the morning gets me stiff. Never been anything other than shredded, so this is really hot. I can feel myself jiggling more every day.”

He opened the door to his truck. Before I could make a rendezvous, he pulled me inside, throwing me on the seat as he lowered his enormous weight onto me, humping eagerly.

“I’ve been so fucking horny for you… you and your new title. The second I hit 220 I couldn’t stop fantasizing about you calling me… mmf… do it for me.”

I gasped, cock hard in seconds as all 270 beefy pounds mashed into me. “D-Daddy… Oh, Big Daddy… my Big, Beefy, Bulging, Behemoth Daddy!”

He moaned loudly, humping harder. “That’s my name from now on, got it?”

I nodded, biting my lip submissively. “Yes, Daddy. Whatever my perfect alpha Daddy wants.”

He growled hungrily, biting my hair gently. “Mm I do kind of like you being all submissive… but I did fall in love with that sassy, sweet personality. Although… it’s not bad in the bedroom. I do carry all the weight, literally.”

I nodded, huffing. “I’m so horny, Daddy. Been dreaming of calling you that for months now.”

He raised an eyebrow, kissing me sweetly. “Well, the deal was for thirty pounds. I gained forty-five. So… maybe I need a little more.”

“Mmmm you got it, Big Daddy. My Big Daddy deserves every inch of worship he gets… getting so big and bulky and beautiful for me.”

Travis pursed his lips, shrugging. “Naw, maybe not then. You’re sounding like a slave, haha! I wanna pamper you, not own you.”

I smacked his monstrous breast gently. “This is new territory and you know it! I have no idea what’s cute, what’s hot, or what’s going to get domestic hotline on our asses.”

Travis laughed, kissing me long and slow. “Just do what comes naturally. Remember how I always used to cheat off you in AP Bio? You’re a fast learner and a smart cookie.”

I grinned. “You sweet talker, you. I have the best Daddy in the world.”

He pursed his lips as I twitched my lip. “Yeah, I heard it that time. Freud’s ghost just got a little stronger.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You want to stop?”

I shook my head, grinning. “Hell no, Big Daddy Travis!”

He buried his lips into mine, my hands tangled in his hair, and we made out hard. Pulling back for air, I grabbed his tits to elicit a sharp moan. “Take that shirt off, Daddy. I wanna see all that added beef!”

He stripped slowly for me, allowing me to see all the new muscle he’d stacked onto his arms and pecs, as well as the lovely extra chub he’d loaded up on. He really had gotten pudgier, but all that extra breast meat offset the aesthetic. Still, it just told me his pride and joy was still liable to expand.

“Your nipples are fucking huge, Daddy! You been milking?”

Travis nodded. “They’re taking really well to the pec exercises I do! I still can’t milk like a cow, but I’m glad they’re naturally puffy instead of that gross pumped look.”

I massaged one half-dollar sized areola gently, causing Travis to buck gently.

“And they keep getting more sensitive. I wore a skintight athletic shirt once, just for shits and giggles. I literally orgasmed after only five minutes. Gotta wear loose shirts or else I have accidents.”

I chuckled, rubbing his supple nubs. “Same old, same old! Maybe you ought to go shirtless, then.”

Travis chuckled. “Believe me, it’s tempting. Once it gets warm enough, I’ll be letting the gains show every waking moment! I’m finally proud of my gut.”

I gave it a rub, squeezing the ample chub stacked on top of his food-stuffed belly. “Trying to gain more?”

Travis shrugged. “If I can! I’m not for it or against it, really. I hate those gross ball guts, but as long as I’m gaining pudge I’m happy! Can’t resist the powerful wobble when I walk.”

I sighed, wrapping my arms around his neck as I nuzzled into him. “Neither can I. Daddy looks amazing with some meat on his bones.”

Travis smirked, grinding his crotch into mine. “Do I, princess?”

I flushed again. “Tra… Titan, please. I’m not that feminine.”

Travis smiled gently, pushing my hair off my forehead. “No, you’re not. You’re just my type. You’re everything I ever wanted and more.”

I smiled weakly. “You’re just saying that so I’ll squeeze your boobs.”

He chuckled. “That too. Hey uh… you still having issues with your family?”

I frowned a bit. I hated talking about that, even to him. “Yeah. It’s a lot worse… I don’t really want to go into it.”

Travis nodded. “I get it, for sure. But uh… listen. You have all your stuff with you, and knowing you, you haven’t told your parents a thing. So why not… come live with me?”

I paused, lust forgotten entirely. Oh, that would be heaven. But I couldn’t… “Titan, I couldn’t! It would be such an imposition. I know your parents like me, but there’s no way I could ever… “

He grinned. “That’s just it! I have my own place!”

I shook my head. “What? Travis, you’re barely out of your freshman year in college and you have your own place?”

Travis nodded, grinning even wider. “Name’s Daddy, cutey. And that’s absolutely right. Parents are trying to let me experience the real world, but I made it big with a sweet job, so I’m living pretty! Would be no problem to take you in. Was hoping to surprise you with it… and I guess I did!”

I was silent for a while; this was a lot to process! Could I really do that? It was way too big a step in the relationship, but it made perfect sense if we weren’t dating. There were pretty much no downsides… if my stupid parents suffered, that was just a bonus for me. Let them stress… although I knew they wouldn’t. Finally, I let my gaze drift back to my bull boyfriend’s gaze. God, he had such wonderful eyes. And he meant every word he’d ever said to me, I could see that. He loved me.

“I uh… I guess you got yourself a roommate… Daddy.”

He smiled ear to ear, kissing me deeply. “Oh baby, you won’t regret this! I’m gonna take such good care of you, I promise! You’re gonna be the happiest boy on the fucking planet!”

I nuzzled into him, content to just relax in his giant embrace, have him hold me close. “I know you will, Big Daddy.”


To make a long story short, I still am the happiest boy on the planet. I went to camp, Daddy grew even more, and we started living together! It’s incredible how persuasive he can be… in only two months, he really opened me up. A nudge or two every so often from him, and I was begging him to call me his princess. He loved doing it, and I love it when he spoils me. And oh, does Daddy spoil me. New clothes, all the food I want, jewelry and expenses and everything! I wonder how Daddy manages it when he eats enough for three men every meal! We both went back to college, but only I graduated. Daddy dropped out to take a position in California! I moved with him, happy to be away from my awful family. We (and be we, I don’t mean me) started making huge sums of money, and upgraded a few times until we were very comfortable living in pleasure. Shortly after I graduated, Daddy and I decided to make it official. He proposed to me, and we got married in private to live happily ever after!!

We’re still living together, and I love every inch of my Daddy. To be honest, sometimes it’s hard to remember what his real name is! To me, he always has been and always will be my Big Daddy, Travis! And I’m happy to be his princess—and I finally look the part, too. I get my hair cut so that it’s just lower than my shoulders; that’s the length Daddy likes it. He convinced me to grow my nails out a bit, and talk with a gay whine in my voice. Well… after doing it so much, it kind of stuck. So now I really sound like a total gay boy, but I think Daddy was aiming for that all along. I dress like a slut every day, and my ass is even bigger just in case Daddy ever wants to give my back door a test drive. I bulked up a bit too, thanks to Daddy’s constant pampering, so I’m definitely in the twunk category now, almost bridging into the hunk label! I like to think I resemble Daddy at the end of high school, but even if I do, the current deal is just so much better anyway.

Daddy stopped growing at six foot nine, and finally let himself bottom out at just over 360 pounds. He’s so incredibly handsome, matured and aged like a fine wine. Despite his bulk, he’s ridiculously muscular, with no weight to pad up any of the huge bulges spread over his arms, shoulders, or legs. But despite that, his belly is just as soft and blubbery as he likes. Daddy never drinks beer or carb loads, in fear of growing that muscle belly he so despises. He almost resembles one of those Arnold Strongman challengers, except he’s so much better looking… and a lot more shredded, if you can believe that. He also refuses to ever compete in something like that… he’s afraid he’ll hurt himself. Please… it would take a team of elephants to hurt my Big Titan husband. And thank god he didn’t: he’d probably end up shaving his head, growing a beard, and tattooing himself up. Thankfully, we hate all three. Daddy’s also naturally smooth, so I never have to worry about any gross body hairs getting in the way of that perfect, beautiful beef.

And the thing that started it all… those incredible, wonderful, monstrous super Daddy boobs… are the stuff of legend. They actually do stick out eleven inches from his body (we measured) now, the perfect mix of healthy muscle and wobbly fat. You can see them from behind, even past his enormously wide back! They bounce when he walks, and when he flexes them they smash into his chin. His nipples are the size of D-batteries, and his areola are almost dinner-plate sized, swelling off the bottoms of his tits in mountainous swells of flesh. We never did get him to lactate as much as he wanted, but every day brings something new! His clothes are just too ridiculous, so Daddy walks around naked for convenience sake. It’s almost made some messy scenes, but thankfully I’m usually dressed so that I can divert attention. Any kind of shirts make Daddy erect and orgasm in just about a minute if he moves enough, but he’s so cocky now he loves the challenge. I usually end up cleaning his sticky, massive underwear and pants two or three times a day.

But despite his enormous, insatiable size and ego, he’s still my Travis. I love my Daddy more than he knows, and I know the same applies to him. He’d do anything for me, and he does every day. I have no doubts we’ll never even get into a fight… we’re too sick and twisted to be normal. Our relationship is probably ridiculously unhealthy, but we couldn’t care less. We’re happy, and that’s all that matters, right? Mm, Big Daddy’s calling me now! I better go see what my humongous husband wants, before he teaches his little princess a lesson!

Description My boyfriend has always had some exceptional monster pecs! And over the years, they just got bigger and bigger… and so did he! My man cannot stop growing, and I love every inch of his expanding, heaving frame! Come check out the perfect swelling journey that is my big alpha boyfriend!

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