|Prologue Struggling college student and part-time stripper Connor is introduced to Red Pills, which are supposed to be the one dick-growth pills that actually work. He's skeptical—at first.||2017-01-20|
|Part 1 - Ground Zero||”|
|Part 2: Today the Internet, Tomorrow the World Our already well-hung student/stripper is drawn further into the possibilities of Red Pills, following anecdotal internet stories and videos of phenomenal growth even as he himself is aggressively recruited to be the pills’ latest success story.||2017-03-03|
|Part 3: The Man Who Changed the World||”|
|Part 4: The Horse in the Club||”|
|Part 5: Brave New World||”|
|Part 6: All Men Come in Different Sizes As the word of Red Pills spreads, Joey ponders exchanging his part-time gig as a dancer for repping the growth supplement, and reaping the rewards.||2017-03-17|
|Part 7: Reunion||”|
I do not remember the day it all started; the day the media started to report about ALL of this … this mess. Actually, it was like most medical discoveries: You read something new and amazing once and after that, it’s gone with the wind… Forever! All the promised wonders are just illusions we tell ourselves. It was the same with the RED Pills™.
I think nobody remembers it because it happened so slowly and then all at once. If you would ask someone, they would say: “Well, suddenly these pills were just there…and then they were everywhere!”
The first contact I had with these pills was back in 2017…that is nearly three years ago now. Everything has changed since then. Back in these days I still went to college and I was drowning in debt…of course; everyone was. After the lectures, I took the train to the Subway shop I worked at, worked for 6 hours or more, and after that, I drove to my second job nearly nobody knew about.
I was a stripper in one of the darkest and dirtiest clubs of the city. This wasn’t a place you show to your parents with a proud smile on your face. Being a stripper had some advantages; talking lightly about it at the dinner table wasn’t one of them. But with these two jobs I had enough money to survive without the help of my parents. And because of my second night-job I got to know the RED Pills™ before anyone else. At least it feels this way.
Anyway, here it is! In complete detail! The story of how one company—RED Pills™—made the world go crazy and changed everything forever. More and more journalists try to cover this story and its beginnings but like every good crisis, it started quietly.
I felt it from the beginning… ground zero.
My skin smelled like cookies and bread dough—which wasn’t the worst part of my first job. Nevertheless, I tried to wash it down as fast as I could while I was standing in the poky dark shower cabin of the sticky back-room.
Before I started my secret night job I always showered thoroughly to erase my steps. Sounds weird but it was pretty important to me back then.
The shower was as improvised as the rest of the bathroom which was slightly bigger than 50 square feet (5m2). The conduits lay open and every piece of inventory was hand picked from the landfill. That was everything the Bricks could afford even though it was running fine. I guess the money was invested at the wrong end.
Someone knocked on the thin walls of the small shower and I nearly screeched. I had not recognized anyone entering the dark space.
“Connor!” My name sounded from the other side of the see-through shower door. It was Drake. “You’ve got 12 minutes left till the first show starts, bro. And don’t waste all of the hot water.”
“I just started 30 seconds ago. Calm down, asshole!” We both laughed because we knew that this was the way we always talked to each other.
“Okay, you know what happens when you use all the hot water for yourself?”
“NO! Please! This shitty cabin is way too small for me alone. Just wait a minute!” I watched the broad-shouldered shadow in front of the shower and for a few seconds, it looked like he would wait. Then I heard his deep-throated laugh and the already broken door was being opened.
“Hurry, Shorty! Your time’s up.” Shorty was my nickname with most of my colleagues. There were no secrets between us men because we had no private sphere when we were working here. Everybody knew about the thing I was born with and so they turned it into a satirical joke and started to call me Shorty.
Drake tackled me with his whole body weight and there wasn’t any room between us anymore in no time. You could not even stick a pin between us. The weak stream (or droplets) of water bathed our skins. Mine was white and only slightly tanned (it was summer outside and now even hotter inside) and Drakes skin was as black as his wide pupils. I could feel his thick and circumcised dick against mine and for a second the air felt electric and promising.
“Time to towel down, Shorty!”
With a fierce smile, I squeezed my body out of the shower but before I grabbed his fat dick to let him know that this scene wasn’t over yet. This was completely normal between us and the other colleagues.
“Next time, I’ll lock the door!” I said.
“Next time, I’ll bring a key with me!” Drake answered and turned the hot water back on.
While Drake took his own well-deserved shower and sang a song he did not know the words to, I dried off. The mirror was only leaned against the wall and—of course—fogged. I wiped it clean and looked at myself in the dim light.
My beard was still dripping wet and some of my light brown strands of hair hung over my forehead. My defined body cast a long shadow. I started my training years ago but now (with this job) I took it even more seriously. This was probably the peak of my body condition. My pecs were quite big and so the nipples pointed down most of the time. My arms and legs showed best how much I was doing for my body and I was proud of it. But I was always the proudest of my cock.
I don’t know about the perception of other men and what experiences they live through, but I was always happy with my size down there and never wished for more. Actually, there were one or two times I wished for less. Nine inches is a statement. And then it’s pretty thick too. I pushed my cock back into some tight posers I wore for the stage when Drake stepped out of the shower; glistening and nice to look at. His shorter (nearly 7.5’’) but insanely wide cock swung heavily left and right against his thick and shaved thighs.
“Man, Connor! There are sights in life you can’t get used to.” He pressed his hot and wet body against my back and I could feel his hands squeezing my well-packed bulge.
“You’ve seen it so many times that it should’ve become boring.”
“Monsters never get boring!” We both knew that there was something between us but we had never started something outside of the Bricks. We haven’t even met or talked outside of these walls. We were both running double life.
I felt my pulsing cock and pushed Drake away with my ass because I couldn’t use my huge hard cock on stage.
“Okay. Okay!” he whispered in a flattering tone and toweled off my back.
Short before I left the room minutes later Drake whistled and I turned back to him but I did not close the already opened door.
“Is there something?” I leaned myself (the arm high) against the upper door frame and before Drake could talk he let his eyes wander over my body. I have to admit: That moment it felt unbelievable good to be me.
“I have a gift for you, Shorty.”
“Stop calling m—” I wanted to say when I changed my mind. “What is it?”
Before the show started Drake often took something to calm his nerves or to let him forget where he was. Most times it was just alcohol but ecstasy on the hard nights. That’s why I wasn’t surprised when he grabbed a little pharmaceutical box from his bag. It was plain white with shiny big red letters on the front and when he turned his wrists I could read it for just a second. RED Pills™. In it were five pills. The strange thing was that everything made it look very expensive. The box, the packaging, the lettering. Way too complex for some drugs.
“You know that I don’t take this stuff.”
“You want to take it, trust me!”
“Spit it out. What is it?”
“Okay but don’t laugh.”
“I will laugh because you told me not to. Just say it. My show starts in a few minutes.”
“Okay, but remember: don’t laugh!”
“D r a k e !”
“I found them online. New and a worldwide sensation. Dozens of real reviews and all are 100% positive.”
“The tension is killing me,” I laughed.
“Okay! Okay…RED Pills™, they…Okay, it sounds weird but I swear that it’ll work.”
I just blinked well bored but I never expected the thing he said next.
“RED Pills™ let your dick grow.”
At first, I showed no reaction because my brain took longer for processing than normal. Then I started to bite my lips because I did not want to laugh.
“Wow, amazing,” was all I said. “I hope they cost you a fortune.”
Stewie, the coordinator of the Bricks, showed up in the doorway. “Two minutes left guys,” he said. “The others are waiting for you.” He disappeared as fast as he arrived.
Drake still looked serious and as if a fire was burning inside of him. “Connor! For real. I don’t shit you. I did not believe it myself at first because how many spam emails you get every day, you know? But I talked to people in serious forums and these babies here—” He held the five pills higher to my face. “—only just arrived on the market and they took off like nothing ever before! These pills will change everything! When the rest of the internet and the media finds this they will become unaffordable.”
“I will believe you when you knock me down with your new monstrous elephant cock, Drake. And then, and only then, I will think about taking one.”
“Oh come on man. Don’t be such a drag. One won’t kill you. And if they’re expensive placebos it doesn’t matter. I paid for them.”
I stared at Drake and in his beautiful face and realized that he won’t stop talking about it until I took one of these stupid RED Pills™. The pill looked shiny and blood red in my palm and when Stewie passed by another time and said something I did not hear it because my mind was busy. I threw the pill into my mouth and drank some tap water. Drake who was still completely naked but now dried off took one too and smiled like the happiest man on earth.
We both went to the stage later and all Drake said was: “You’ll see! Next week we’ll be playing pool with our dicks!”/p>We had an amazing show and I took over $45 dollars in singles home with me. The Bricks was famous for bringing in all kinds of people. The dancers were always the same but sometimes the viewers were all men and sometimes women. This night a young lady fell in love with my growing bulge in her hands and she looked me dead in the eye while putting $20 inside my poser-briefs after touching my dick endless times.
“Whooo! What a hot show, everybody!”
Today I can’t say who screamed it but he was right. It was a good night for us and the Bricks. Drake was already in a new outfit because he had the late shift when I said goodbye to him. He hugged me, winked, and I took the train home.
Emails, videos, forums, and social media wasted an hour and I nearly fell asleep. I told myself: lpsg.org, and then I’ll sleep! This was a site where the people only talked about their fascination concerning big-ass dicks. I clicked through many threads…and then my heart nearly stopped because my eyes saw something familiar that shouldn’t have been there. RED Pills™. Until that moment I didn’t believe a single one of Drake’s words and even now (my eyes scanned the side) I was beyond skeptical.
Apparently, these RED Pills™ had been available for three weeks now. Some people had already tried them and spoke about them in wonder. “You guys can complain as much as u want but at the end u’ll take them too fuckheads!”, someone wrote in rage after being called a liar multiple times.
Another one wanted to proof it:
“I took these pills for a week now and at first, I thought it would be the same shit as many times before…but MAN! THEY WORK! You wouldn’t believe it!” The user’s name was Sherwood31. The post was four days old and I scrolled further down where he posted something new just a few hours ago. Two pictures appeared.
“Hahahahaha you will shit yourself for not believing us! But each pill approximately adds one tenth of an inch to your manliness!”
People quoted him and laughed. The pictures Sherwood31 posted did not prove much but he promised to post more soon. Very soon.
On the first, his penis wasn’t really impressive but you could read that it was 3.54 inches long. My heart was beating a bit heavier when I clicked the second one.
3.7’’. Everybody in the forum was tossing back “photoshop” or “fake” at one.
I shut my laptop and laid it on the ground next to my bed. My long cock reached over my hip bone and I started to touch my already growing glans with pleasure.
What they were saying could not be real. It was impossible.
Back then I smiled about all that and thought about the possibility of Drake and Sherwood talking the truth. Everything was so … simple and small back then.
I forget how many days passed after the first Red Pills™ incident, but I would guess it was at least ten days, maybe two weeks. I was standing in the back room of our Subway store chopping vegetables when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I put the knife aside, threw the sliced tomatoes in an empty box, washed my hands and went to see what was so urgent.
It was a message from Drake. He had sent me a link with the caption, “Now it’s official and you have to believe me!”
I don’t remember where the article came from but I remember what it said pretty clearly.
There’s no hotter topic among men—and women—in this country than the new Red Pills™. If you haven’t heard about them, don’t worry. Soon they’ll be impossible to avoid. We know some of our readers may question our decision to devote an entire article to internet wonder pills—many on our editorial staff felt the same way. But while we were debating this article’s potential effect on the reputation of this paper, it became clear that anecdotal evidence was bearing out what the Norwegian Pharmaceutical Institute told the world two days ago: “These pills aren’t placebos. They induce the effect they’re promising. It’s time to accept that an enormous leap forward in human health has been made and move on to discovering its possibilities.”
We don’t yet know whether this statement will be enough to convince the men of this world to buy this mysterious, still-untested product. Meanwhile, independent pharmaceutical companies all around the world are trying to figure out what is inside these pills.
The verdict of the internet, in the meantime, couldn’t be clearer, and the sales figures of Red Pills™ are starting to reflect this. The medicine works, and its makers can’t produce it fast enough …
“I still don’t believe it!” I texted Drake immediately.
“Next week, you will.”
“I’m not working this week. Told you that.”
“Right…see you next week.”
I put my phone back and changed clothes. My shift was over.
Soon I was standing bare naked in the little employee bathroom in the back. I looked down. My ancestors’ gift to me was a pretty huge cock I had always been happy with. I tried imagining what the pills would do to me, and laughed. I was already privileged, and it was hard to think of a reason I would need the pills. But these other guys…now it was their turn to get lucky.
With a nine-inch cock, everyday life can be tough sometimes. Getting a hard-on in dress pants or tight jeans can be embarrassing, especially when someone else notices.I haven’t peed sitting down since I was sixteen; hard or soft, it’s still too long.
People often think that I can’t see their eyes on my crotch, but I’m not blind. “My eyes are up here, buddy,” I tell them.
Now Drake wanted me to take these (I thought) fake pills. Of course, the one pill hadn’t changed anything visibly; a hundred pills wasn’t going to make any difference either, and the sooner everybody else figured that out the better.
My friend Steph was starting her shift as I was leaving—I gave her the keys, hugged her, said goodbye, and left the store.
I drove back to school and soon I was half-asleep in a lecture hall.
Erick, my best friend at university, actually did fall asleep next to me, drooling on his notebook. I smiled.
Here’s how Erick first introduced himself to me: “Hi, I’m Erick. I’m gay as fuck and now that that’s out of the way, want to be friends?”
I was speechless for at least ten minutes, but after that we started talking. I like telling this story to new people but they never believe me.
Erick and I met because we were neighbors in the dorm, but then it turned out that also we had the same major, so we got to be good friends.
And to answer the most obvious question: We were always just friends. Back then I had a girlfriend and he had a boyfriend, and even when we were single there was never anything between us. I have to admit the possibility never even occurred to me.
But now, while he was drooling, suddenly I was thinking about it. Whatever.
The lecture, meanwhile, was boring as shit. My brain was already back at the Bricks, preparing for tonight’s show. I pushed this thought to the back of my head as I scrolled through every app on my phone, trying to look professional as ignored the lecture. I huffed maybe a little too loud when the Red Pills™ appeared in my news feed again. But it from was a tabloid paper, not even a little bit trustworthy. I scrolled on by.
Before I entered the LPSG forum again, I looked around to make sure that nobody was watching me. Erick was still deep in slumber.
I wasn’t surprised to see something new from Sherwood. He was arguing wildly with another user about his credibility, and everyone in the forum was jumping in with virtual applause on both sides. It took me some time to get into the discussion, but I had all the time in the world. My eyebrows rose higher with every post I read.
I hadn’t visited the forum in over a week, and there were 320 new posts in the Sherwood Red Pills™ section. The last Sherwood picture I’d seen had showed his mediocre dick at 3 3/4 inches hard. But now there were new pictures.
At the start, he wrote, “Proving that this shit works!”, adding new photos of his dick every day. And—I had to scroll up and down to make sure my eyes really saw the difference correctly—his cock was growing.
“I’m taking 10 pills a day now, and my body is responding. I’m thinking about taking even more.”
A day later he wrote: “I can’t fucking believe it. It’s still getting bigger.” In that photo, he was holding his yellow tape measure next to his dick, which was just a bit over 3 3/4” long soft now.
Another day later: “FUUUCK! My next shipment of pills didn’t come today! Gonna kill these fuckers at the post office. I called them but it just keeps ringing…”
Under that post, a handful of other users encouraged him to keep on going. Some of them were taking the Red Pills™ too now. They thanked him for opening their eyes. Many, many posts later, a new Sherwood pic appeared, showing his soft and—I stared in slight shock on my phone—4 3/4-inch cock. And this was only the 87th of the 320 new entries. Suddenly my palms felt damp; I was hot and cold at the same time. I was so nervous to see what was waiting for me at the end of the thread that my phone nearly slipped out of my hands. My heartbeat kept getting faster with every post I scrolled past.
More entries from Sherwood. A photo of a huge box filled with smaller Red Pills™ packages.
“I’ve ordered a dozen myself,” people claimed in the comments. “Hope they’ll be here soon.”
Four days ago, Sherwood had posted a photo of an enormous glass filled with approximately a hundred pills. Under it he wrote:
“Guys, I just can’t wait. I know that the gods who produce these pills say you should only take 2 a day, but I can’t wait! Don’t know how many pills are in this glass, but I guess more than 2 … wish me luck”
His fan club wished him luck and congratulated him on his little experiment. I looked up from my phone for a second to make sure I was actually still sitting in the lecture hall before I looked back down.
But there were no new entries from Sherwood after his last big post. Not yesterday, and not the day before that. Other people were keeping the discussion alive and posting their own photos. Speculation about what had happened to Sherwood became more elaborate with every passing hour. Some were joking about him and his new horse dick. “He’s just busy playing with it!”
Others seemed to be really worried about him, and hoped for the best.
And then, three posts from the bottom of the last page, I saw a new post from Sherwood. Before I noticed the pictures under it, I read the text:
“I’m so fucking sorry that I disappeared for so long, but the last few days have been just crazy. Don’t worry about me! I’m good. Red Pills™ don’t have any side effects, I can tell you that. I don’t matter whether you take a hundred or 3 million…the effects just scale up proportionally to how many you take.”
My mouth went dry and I read on.
“I took many, many more…and then I ordered more. All my money is gone basically but it’s worth it. And to atone for my disappearance, I uploaded a little video for you, folks!”
I made sure that my phone was in silent mode, and tapped play. I just couldn’t wait.
The picture was shaking at the beginning, and then a man came into view who had to be Sherwood. He moved to a chair right in front of the camera. He started kneading his crotch with a smile on his face. His clenched fist wandered up and down the fabric. Then he opened his fly with hypnotic slowness.
As I watched, I could feel my own dick growing inside my pants. I looked down for just a second and saw the seams of my jeans stretching in distress.
Sherwood’s underwear came into view, and my jaw dropped. He was wearing an old, tight pair of well-worn briefs, inside which his dick was slowly springing to life. It was the size of a banana—a truly huge banana. He started to grope himself harder as he became fully hard, until his shiny glans was poking out of the waistband and easily nudging his bellybutton. Sherwood was using both hands on his incredible dick now, and smiling confidently into the camera.
At the end of the video, he grabbed something off the floor, out of the camera’s field of view. It was a glass filled with thick red liquid. He raised it to his mouth and drank down in a matter of seconds. The drink was the same color as the Red Pills™.
“I don’t know when I’m gonna stop taking these pills,” he wrote, “but right now I gotta say it feels too good to be true. I can almost suck myself off now, and now that I’ve found out I can dissolve them in water I can take even more at once. Guys, it’s a brave new world. My dick was 3.5’’ long three weeks ago, and now I’m carrying nine heavy inches between my legs.”
His cock was as big as mine now. My right hand automatically grabbed my throbbing dick, and a pleasurable wave rolled through my torso. He had grown so big in such a short time.
I was practically jacking off now, slowly but steadily, through the fabric of my skinny jeans, and I was not far from cumming. I imagined watching Sherwood’s dick getting even bigger right in front of me, until it was bigger than everything I could see. I came.
At exactly that moment I realized that Erick had woken up next to me—and was watching.
As Erick and I left the lecture hall, I had to hold my bag in front of my crotch because my dick was still rock hard and the wet spot was clearly visible. My jeans felt glued to my skin, and Erick absolutely would not shut up.
“Dude, what was that? What did you just do?”
“Nothing? Didn’t look like nothing! If you ask me, it looked like you were looking at giant porn stars in the middle of a lecture. And it looks like you’re pretty giant yourself! Why haven’t you—”
“That’s not true.”
It had happened before, this feeling of being—ashamed is the wrong word maybe—of my huge cock. My endowment didn’t give me the feeling of being someone special in a group of way smaller men—instead I felt like an abnormally huge freak among perfectly normal men. But that didn’t stop me from using it for my daily job at the Bricks and, more importantly, learning to live with it. It wasn’t like I had the power to change it.
That was probably the biggest reason why I couldn’t understand the hype about the pills, and why everyone was so obsessed with them.
Erick, meanwhile, was way too excited, peppering me with hundreds of questions. The last thing I wanted was to talk about Red Pills™.
“I forgot where I was,” I said. “I left the video open from earlier and…can we talk about something different?”
Erick clearly wanted to protest, but he kept his mouth shut.
“Thank you,” I said, ignoring his resigned look. “I have to go; my shift at the Bricks starts in an hour.”
I bit my tongue as soon as the words were out of my mouth. Erick knew about the Bricks and my job there. He wasn’t allowed to visit me there on my shift and he understood and accepted that. But now, his eyes were wandering downward until they rested on my obviously bulging cock, and it looked like someone had turned a light bulb on behind his eyes.
“Now everything makes sense! How could you hide that from me for so long?”
“I didn’t hide it! I just kept a healthy professional distance.”
“You’re working in a strip club. Don’t talk to me about healthy professional distance.”
“Erick, I don’t have time for this.”
“Yeah, well, go and swing your thing!”
His voice was low, and I got the sense that he was disappointed. Almost like he thought I’d lied to him—but I hadn’t! I just hadn’t told him everything in detail. Still, he was probably my best friend, and I wanted to give him something back.
“I’m really sorry about this mess. Listen, let’s grab a drink tomorrow night.”
His face brightened up immediately.
“But no excuses!”
I took the Underground to the Bricks, and had some time to read the rest of the posts in the forum about Sherwood.
When I opened the browser, the video popped up again. I looked left and right to see if anyone was watching. Hell, this was so stupid. I closed the video. Nevertheless, my dick was rising again, my pants becoming tighter with every second that video stayed in my mind. Something about it—something about Sherwood’s quick development—was insanely hot to me. No fantasy had ever got me going this quickly before. As far as my sexual imagination goes, my routine had always been pretty boring. This was new, and I was having trouble understanding it.
I arrived at the back room of the Bricks. No Drake—he was still on vacation.
I put my clothes inside my squeaky old locker and changed into my way-too-tight poser and heavy boots.
Martin entered the locker room, looking pale and short of breath as always. I got the sense that he had been waiting for me to arrive for a few hours, and I wondered why. We never talked. We knew each other because of the job, but that was it.
“Joey-y!” he said, as though we’d been best friends since grade school.
“I was booked for the private show area today, but I’m still pretty sick and I don’t want to contaminate anyone…”
As he spoke he was massaging his dick in his briefs. In between sentences, he was staring at my much-bigger package. It wasn’t the first time. Any guy in a locker room with me suddenly felt the urge to show how big and impressive his member could become. Martin soon had a hard-on, maybe six inches long. It would have been a nice view if we hadn’t been in the middle of a serious conversation.
I thought about it and agreed to take his shift. If Martin was surprised, he didn’t show it; he just grinned and disappeared.
The cabin Martin had been talking about was one of three here at the Bricks. They actually have a real name, but it’s so cheesy that I don’t want to use it.Customers could rent it to enjoy a private show. Sometimes people would hold bachelor parties there—one on one was pretty rare.
The nice part about the cabin was the free time. There usually weren’t enough customers fill all three cabins at once, so I could chat with my colleagues backstage while I waited for my call. We threw back some cocktails and chewed mint gum to cover the alcohol breath.
Tonight was an all-male event, and one after another we were called inside one of the cabins.
After half an hour, I was called and I walked over to the back entrance of my cabin. The only thing between me and my unknown friend was a red curtain. My heart was beating like a drum as I entered: you never knew what you were going to get.
I stepped through the veil and found the room bathed in dim light. The curved walls were furnished with soft leather benches, the floral ornaments on the wallpaper barely visible.
In the middle of the room—my dancing spot—stood an old wooden chair I had never seen before, and in that chair with his back to me sat a man.
I was a bit surprised, but I lost no time walking over to him.
My first instinct was to ask this guy why he was here, but then a shiver ran up my back and neck and over my skull, and in that moment I realized I already knew what he wanted.
He was alone. His red hair was shimmering in the light and his broad shoulders were rising and falling with every breath. His shirt was taut around his neck.
A little cock of his ear told me that he knew that I was there. He tilted his head toward me.
Neither of us spoke. Still standing behind him, I put my hand on his shoulder. The muscle fibers under his skin bulged as I started to massage him. I stepped around him until I stood by his side, my hand still on his shoulder. For just a second his forearm brushed my impressive bulge, and a beautiful smile lit his face.
He had an eagle nose and a stylish haircut, but his most prominent feature was a long scar down his forearm, as though he’d gotten into a knife fight years ago. He wore jeans and a t-shirt, and everything was pretty tight fit.
I walked around his chair to show him every inch of my body except for what was hidden under the fabric. I dropped to my knees, feeling his eyes on my neck. Already he didn’t feel like a customer like everyone else, but like a friend I’d known for a very long time. I turned to this beautiful stranger after a long, slow dance, and he smiled at me with those devilish eyes. I drew closer to him, keeping the rhythm of the soft music, until his hands were rising on my thighs, gently brushing against me.
Our eyes locked.
His hands found their way to my ass, still inside my too-tight poser. In that moment I wished I were wearing more, only so I would have more to take off for him. I had already forgotten that this was a business transaction, and that taking any more off would be breaking the rules.
His fingers grabbed my cheeks and I felt his breath on my brick-wall six-pack. His hands made their way to the front, touching every muscular valley of my stomach, traversing them one after the other while his thumb stayed on my bellybutton.
In response I could feel my blood welling up, stretching my dick bigger and bigger.
We both watched my bulging and swelling package as it grew tighter with every beat of my heart. Already the space inside the poser was so small that my balls were starting to hurt from the rising pressure.
I remembered where I was, and stepped back. There were house rules to follow, and I could lose my job if I let things go further. But I didn’t want to scare him, either, so I kept going, stepping behind him and putting my hands back on his wide shoulders. My dick was still getting bigger and bigger inside my tiny briefs. I could no longer see a way to get out of this situation gracefully.
My hands moved further down inside his shirt and to his chest. I could see that his hands were working on his own junk.
The mysterious guest turned his head and our eyes met again, and in that instant my dick ejected itself from my poser—there wasn’t room for even one of my balls to stay inside it anymore. But I had no time to see his reaction: the lights in the room flickered three times, and the session was officially over.
I was about to make a hasty exit when he grabbed my arm, still under his shirt on his hairy chest, and kissed my forearm. After this gentle gesture, he put a card in my palm.
I really did leave then, but not before copping another feel of his chest and shoulders as a goodbye. I can’t explain why I needed to do it. The curtain billowed in the warm air as I passed back through.
Before anyone could see me outside the cabin, I tucked my raging hard-on back inside my underwear. My breath was still unsteady and hot. But the card was still there in my palm.
I woke up to light streaming through the curtains. It was especially warm in my bedroom, and I was naked, barely covered by the sheets. When I turned in bed I could feel my dick sliding down my abs and landing on the mattress. Then I became aware of the card in my hand. I had fallen asleep still holding it.
The man from the night before—his name was written on the card: Ruben.
Under it was his phone number, email address and the name of his PR agency. On the backside of the card something was written by hand.
“See you soon.”
I had the day off and I had no plans. I lingered in bed, napped for a while, jacked off and did nothing else before late afternoon except take a shower. I got a text from Erick, my best friend from college, with the address of the club where he wanted to meet that night. I wasn’t especially excited to meet him, I had to admit, but had I known what was going to happen I don’t know if I would have left the house at all.
This club was packed; it had had its grand opening only a few days before. I met Erick at the bar.
“What’s up, J?”
“Sometimes I ask myself why nobody actually calls me Joey,” I told him.
“Don’t you like it?”
“Sure, but I don’t know anyone else with so many nicknames.”
“Maybe it’s because of your many secret identities.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You know what I mean,” he said. “Your friend circles don’t overlap. You have different names here and there because your friends and your colleagues and whoever out there don’t know each other.”
“Maybe,” I said.
The next hour we talked about college and our projects there, until the conversation drifted away to Erick’s love life, where we got into a level of detail that made me a little uncomfortable.
The alcohol was reaching my brain by this point, and because of my lazy day, I got drunk even faster than usual. I started talking about my two jobs, but Erick only wanted to know everything about the Bricks.
“I had a crazy night yesterday,” I admitted loudly over the music. “We have these showrooms where people can rent a private dance.”
Erick was already smiling. He knew how this story was going to turn out. But before my alcohol-loosened tongue could tell the rest of the story, the barkeeper tapped my hand.
“From the gentleman on the other side.”
He passed me a shot of a clear liquid. I looked for a stranger with his glass in the air, or someone winking at me on the other side of the bar, but there was no one.
I drank the shot, half of it dripping over my shirt, and only after that did I see the card that had been slipped underneath.
“Ruben.” There was the phone number again, the email, the PR agency.
Erick was out of his mind. This was apparently the most exciting thing that had happened to him in years, and he leaned over my shoulder to read the back of the card with me. It was the same handwriting.
“Interested? I’m waiting in the back…”
“He’s waiting in the back for you? Who IS this guy?” asked Erick.
I was speechless, but finally I told Erick about Ruben and what had happened last night at the Bricks.
“And this is the same guy? How does he know that you’re here tonight? Is he your sexy stalker? Sexy…but a bit creepy too, don’t you think?”
“Am I stupid to want to look for him anyway?”
“Well, yes. I would call the cops, but it’s not my story.”
I was grateful that Erick wanted to protect me, but caution wasn’t what I was looking for tonight. Besides, my dick was getting hard from the pressure in my bladder.
“Fine, I won’t look for him,” I lied. “But I have to piss. Where are the toilets?”
“Don’t know, bro.”
“Back in a minute.”
Before I even stood up from the bar stool, Erick had his phone out and was scrolling through Facebook.
After two minutes of wading through the masses of people in the club, I found a restroom sign pointing toward a corner at the end of a hallway. Was this the back Ruben was talking about? Not very romantic. Where was he? My brain felt foggy.
I entered the new bathroom, but Ruben wasn’t there, so I started to do what I’d come for. I found a free spot between two other men at the urinals. It took me some time to free my dick. I got a little desperate, my urgency earning me some sideways glances from the guys on either side of me. In the end, I was dangling only two inches from the water at the bottom of the urinal, holding my precious piece with two hands. The guy on my right side saw it and zipped up in record time. The other guy didn’t leave, even long after he’d finished taking a leak. I got the sense he was thinking about touching it. In the end, though, he didn’t, and disappeared as fast as the other one.
When I finally finished, I was alone. I put my dick back, moved to the sinks, and froze.
His unnaturally broad shoulders leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and his forearm scar on full display, Ruben stood right behind me. It was the first time I’d seen him in full light, and I took in his full red beard for the first time.
“Hey, Joey,” he said in a deep voice I’d never heard before.
I crossed the room in two steps and pinned him against the wall, so hard that his head bumped against the tiles. I found myself yelling.
“Are you stalking me? What do you want?”
Ruben was taller than me—probably by four inches—but that didn’t intimidate me. I felt his warm breath on my face.
He raised his hands. There was a red silicone bracelet dangling from his right wrist with a black stallion logo impressed on it. It looked expensive for being made out of silicone.
“Calm down, Joey. I’m not a stalker. Actually, I was going to visit you at the Bricks next week, but then I saw you with your friend at the bar and thought, ‘Why not today?’”
“So you just randomly happened to be here tonight?” I loosened my grip on him.
Ruben brought his face closer to mine. While he was studying my lips, he started to smile. He was wearing a button-down shirt with rolled-up sleeves, and as he moved in to kiss me I noticed the fabric over his biceps straining. He pressed me against the opposite wall and I ran my hands over his arms, taking his muscles in.
We went into one of the stalls. I had doubts about this, but fortunately it was the first week the bar had been open and the bathrooms hadn’t been used much yet. Ruben closed the door without once breaking contact with me.
The next thing I knew my shirt was on the floor and I was unbuttoning his to reveal an impressive set of pecs. He began to lightly bounce them, dazzling me even more.
“After I saw you last night,” he told me, “I knew you were perfect.”
I didn’t reply. I was too busy discovering his body and feeling the rising heat in the stall.
“I thought for sure you’d be wearing a bracelet like this too, today,” Ruben said.
My breath coming short, I asked: “What, the one with the stallion on it? What about it?”
“Oh, come on, you can’t fool me. I saw that massive thing between your legs last night. You’re getting pretty big already; it’s already impossible to hide. You must have reached horse status.”
I didn’t understand a single word. My hand was searching for his dick and what I found made my heart stop. He felt my hand on his cock and showed me that crooked smile again.
“You really don’t know what this is all about, do you?”
I grabbed his bulging cock again and panted when he shoved me back, opened his belt buckle and dropped his jeans.
The sight alone pressed me against the stall wall. I lost my balance and landed on the closed toilet seat, staring at the package he was unwrapping for me.
Ruben was wearing boxer shorts which covered half of his muscular thighs. His colossal monster cock was hanging out of one side of them, thick and hooded with foreskin. The concealed head, as big as a billiard ball, was almost hanging over his knees.
That monster looked even bigger when Ruben dropped his shorts and drew closer to me. That thing swung as heavy as a wrecking ball.
Ruben was watching my reaction. “Now it’s even more interesting that you don’t know anything about all this.”
Watching his eyes as they gave me permission, I took his monstrous cock into my hands, feeling the weight of two pounds of soft meat. I rubbed it gently, and as his foreskin glided back for the first time he moaned in ecstasy. His glans, shiny and slightly wet, was already starting to grow even bigger.
Before I knew what was happening, he was stuffing that colossus into my mouth. After a couple desperate tries I managed to make the head fit, but Ruben wanted more.
I could feel his cock pressing my jaw open even wider with every second. Soon it was broader than my wrist and I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Jesus fucking Christ. How big is that thing?”
“11 inches. Keep going! Please. No one’s been able to take as much as you for a long time now.”
He tried to press it into my mouth again. The first few times it just thrust in vain against my lips, but I tried my best, knowing it would be worth the effort. After a while, I got it to fit, even though it made my jaw hurt like hell at first. The moment his glans filled my whole mouth Ruben groaned even louder, in a voice that seemed to fill the bathroom: “Yes! Fuck, yes! Harder, please! Harder!”
I sucked his monster as hard as I could, but its sheer size made it complicated. Even the smallest touch of my tongue on his skin was heaven to him, though.
“Do—do—don’t stop. GOD, this is good. Harder! … Yes, arder! Fuck!”
Without realizing it, he was forcing more and more of his monster cock into my mouth, until I was gagging and barely able to breathe.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeaaaaaah! Mhhhhh … stronger, now, stronger! God! Soon! I’ll cum soo—GOD HOW ARE YOU—FuUuuuuUck! I will…I will…GOD! Shit! WATCH OUT!”
Suddenly he pulled his monster out of my mouth and aimed for the wall next to us—not a second too soon. I gasped for breath as his fist-sized glans shot out torrent after torrent of white hot cum. He could have easily filled a pint glass with all that juice.
At the end, soaked in sweat, he told me: “This was exactly what I needed. You’ve got the job. You deserve it!”
I barely had enough breath to talk. “What are you talking about?”
“I want you to be the face of our new campaign,” he said, shaking his impossibly huge, still-chubbed-up dick. “One of our newest and most promising clients wants someone with a winning smile and the ability to please.”
In the fog of my brain, something clicked. I looked at Ruben’s dripping cock, going soft now but still bigger than anything I had ever seen, and then at his wrist. Only then did I recognize the red color of his bracelet. I grabbed his hand and turned the wristband. On the other side of the stallion, it said in white letters: “Red Pills™.”
“Why the stallion? Why the bracelet?” I asked, still mesmerized by his cock, only inches away now from my cum-soaked mouth.
“They give it to you when you order. Or, in my case, you get it from them as a present. It shows your status. Stallion.”
And that was how I met the PR Manager of Red Pills™, and the first time I realized that those little pills were going to play much, much bigger role in my life than I’d thought.
So…what do you say?”
I stared as Ruben tucked his monster back into his pants. It was still fat and leaving wet marks on everything it touched. Including on my face.
What was I supposed to say? I didn’t know what this all meant or if any of it was true, but how could he fake it? How could he fake that gigantic tool when I could still clearly see it through the fabric of his pants?
“I need more time to think about it.”
I left the cabin, washed my face, checked my messy hair, and left. Erick was still waiting for me at the bar, and I wondered how long I’d been away. It was clear that he had kept drinking at a steady pace. He couldn’t even see clearly anymore, and it took him a few seconds to realize who I was.
“Well, well, well, isn’t that J? What took you so long? Did you find him?”
“Yes, and I need alcohol. Now.”
I lifted Erick’s empty glass and the bartender understood immediately. Seconds later, the stinging taste of vodka was burning my mouth, but I could still taste Ruben. Even in my throat.
A huge shadow loomed over Erick and me, and we turned on our bar stools.
“Just wanted to say goodbye.”
Ruben’s deep voice rolled through me like an avalanche. He gave me another of his business cards, one with different numbers on it.
“I meant what I said. Call me, Joey. Don’t pass this chance up.”
“Thanks,” I said, to shy to speak without looking at him, and gulped the rest of my vodka.
He was on his way out, advancing with heavy steps, when he turned back around. At first I thought he was going to hand me yet another business card, but then he gave Erick and me each something from his jacket that looked more like a condom.
“Courtesy of my employers…hope you have a nice evening.”
As soon as we took them, he disappeared.
“What is this?” Erick asked me.
I touched it gently with my fingertips and discovered three pills inside a little wrapper. I turned it and recognized the small red logo in the corner. Red Pills™. The letters were raised and the packaging was thick and expensive-feeling.
Erick was still looking at me, waiting for an answer. I felt dizzy, turning the gift between my hands as I tried to process what was happening. The most logical explanation was that this was all a huge joke at my expense.
“You have to try them,” a voice said in my head.
“You don’t need them and you know it,” said another one.
“But you know you want to,” closed the first.
In the end, I ripped the wrapper open, tossed the pills into my palm and swallowed them with the last of Erick’s drink.
“Fuck, J, what is that? What kind of drugs is he giving us?”
“I could explain it, but you wouldn’t understand,” I smiled. Taking the pills was kind of a relief. Like I’d finally accepted my destiny. “Just visit the website on the wrapper, Google a little and you’ll find out for yourself.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, just say it. What is this?”
“These pills here,” I raised my empty wrapper, “make your dick grow.”
Luckily, the music was so loud that nobody—except Erick—heard the ridiculous sentence that had just escaped my mouth. Hearing it out loud, even I couldn’t believe what I’d just said, so it was no surprise when Erick completely lost it.
“You’re shitting me. What kind of spam email shit is this?”
He laughed loudly, making the bartender turn a suspicious eye on us.
Then Erick stopped laughing abruptly and said: “Shit, wait, was your dick always that big?”
He looked down at my well-filled crotch and tried to see it through the zipper. He squinted and I watched uneasily as his hand moved closer to my package.
“Yes, it was always this big,” I said quickly, not able to handle any more chaos tonight. “Look, Erick, I’ll tell you everything I know because I think this thing is going to blow up like a rocket in the next few weeks.” The alcohol in me was speaking words, and the rest of me just kept drinking. “The pills are real. And that guy is some kind of PR manager for the company that invented them. They want him to plan a campaign. Not just here—globally. Look it up. People on the internet are already taking them and talking about the results. They’re real. I mean, just based on this guy, I believe they’re real. He’s packing…like nothing you’ve ever seen before.”
“You mean he has a—”
“More than you can ever imagine. More than is good for him. As thick as your forearm, and probably longer.”
“You’re shitting me.”
“See? I told you you wouldn’t believe me. Can we go now? This music is so loud my head’s going to explode.”
“Wait, J. You’re telling me the truth?”
“Yeah. Look it up, but don’t order too many. Not taking them at all is better, probably.”
We left and ordered Ubers home. He didn’t even hear me the first time I said goodbye to him, he was so sunk in his own thoughts. What had I done?
When Erick’s Uber left, I found myself just staring out the window.
The next day, I would have to work at Subway for the first half of the day, and then all afternoon at the Bricks. It would be a shitty day, but at least Drake would be back from his two weeks of vacation. That was all I could think about, standing in the shower. My dick was hanging heavily from my groin and I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened at the club. How Ruben had pulled his pants down in one forceful movement, revealing his growing veiny monster.
I took my own 9-incher and slapped it against my hand. It had become hard within seconds and was now pressing against the glass door of my shower. It seemed so small now, compared to Ruben’s magnificent manhood.
“How would it feel to have a cock that big?” I asked myself silently. Before I could ride too far on that train of thought, I turned the water off, toweled down, and slipped into my bed the way god created me: naked.
I opened my laptop and visited lpsg.org. I couldn’t stay away from it any longer. Immediately something unusual caught my attention.
Normally, the whole site was black, white and gray except for the little blinking “now online” buttons. But now, in the upper header where the categories were, a new button had appeared next to Pictures, Stories, and Discussions, and the new category was a familiar shade of red. Red Pills™.
With trembling hands, I clicked the title and discovered dozens of new forum threads. An enormous number of people had been posting on the new page, sharing their stories, ideas, and opinions.
One title was “500 Pills Challenge—time-lapse”.
The main entry was a video with a hundred delighted comments after it. I clicked on ‘play,’ and before the video had even started my dick was rock hard again and pressing against the underside of my laptop. It wasn’t really pleasant to sit like that, but my attention was elsewhere.
A really cute boy, around 20, sat in front of his webcam, his face only visible for a few seconds at the beginning of the video. After that intro, the camera focused on his equally nice-looking dick, which he was jerking gently with his right hand. It was really beautiful to look at, and I wouldn’t have changed a thing about it. But I guess he had a different opinion.
The guy’s dick was hard in under a minute, and he held an old wooden ruler next to it to show us his size in numbers. The picture wasn’t really clear, but the ruler read something between 5 and 5.5 inches. Next, he showed us a box with the Red Pills™ logo. The package was bigger than any I had seen before—it said “100 pills” on it. His other hand disappeared for a second and came back holding more boxes of the same size.
“500 pills, guys! It took all my money and I don’t know what I’m gonna eat for the rest of this month, but it’ll be worth it!”
After that, the speed of the video increased. He took the camera into his small kitchen and threw the contents of every box into a blender. It was a big one, but the 500 pills filled it to the brim. He added a cup of water and started the machine. As it churned away, the tower of pills shrunk to a red, glowing pulp. The boy added more water, grinning all the while, until the puree looked drinkable. He took the whole thing back to his bedroom.
“If this doesn’t work, I want my money back!”
He laughed nervously, and I wondered if he was having second thoughts about drinking that dangerous-looking paste.
Then he raised the glass and began.
It must have tasted okay, because after the first few big slugs he didn’t stop drinking. Almost absently, he kept on chugging, jerking his still-visible penis with his free hand.
“Why are you doing that?” I asked my laptop screen. But I knew why; I was doing the same thing.
In the end, he used all his fingers to clean that cup, squeezing out every last drop until it was almost clean again. He’d paid a huge price and wanted every penny’s worth, that was for sure.
“I don’t know if I should already feel something now, but I guess it must be starting,” the guy said. I looked very closely, but there was nothing to see.
The first time-lapse started without warning. His hands moved like lightning and his breath became ridiculously fast. He must have been watching TV or working on his laptop. I couldn’t tell because the camera was focused solely on his junk. His dick looked unchanged.
The pace of the video returned back to normal in time for him to read: “‘Take no more than a maximum of ten pills a day,’ the package says.” He laughed out loud.
The time-lapse started again and over two hours passed in a few seconds. He got up and left the picture now and then; apparently he was getting bored sitting there.
Back to normal speed: “Okay, nothing happened. I guess I got scammed. Maybe more later, but I have to go to sleep for now, guys. Sorry.”
And the video went black. I was baffled how unspectacular this was, and was about to scroll down to the comments when the picture returned. He looked directly into the camera as he turned it back on. His eyes were sleepy and his hair was a mess, but he was smiling from ear to ear.
“It’s been three hours, and I think it’s starting now! Slept a little but woke up, luckily.”
He put the camera where it had been before and I could see that he was still bare naked. I moved closer to the monitor and couldn’t believe it, even though I had seen the Red Pills’™ effects in real life already. His dick looked actually bigger, and the moment he put the wooden ruler next to it, the results became even clearer: 6 inches.
“I want to jack this thing off, but I don’t dare,” he laughed nervously. “How big is it gonna get?”
Then the time-lapse started again, and it was like watching a tree grow in a documentary. His cock swelled bigger, a little bit longer and thicker with every second. Sometimes he jerked it a little, then he measured it. 7 inches already! The tip of his penis touched his belly button now. 30 sped-up minutes later he was bigger still, by almost another inch. Then he stood up to shake it for the camera. It already looked pretty impressive. He just stood there for an eternity, watching his own dick grow bigger and bigger. For a second he disappeared and came back into view with a tape measure. 8.75 inches. He tried licking his cock head, but without success. He jerked it harder now, and it looked like it was getting even longer as he pulled on it. And it seemed to be getting thicker now, too, filling his hands even better with every moment that passed.
He outgrew 9 inches. He put his colossal dick into his old underwear to marvel at his new bulge. His briefs were close to ripping.
“His dick is as big as mine,” I said with a grin, realizing how gifted I truly was. But my smile faded as he soon surpassed me.
45 sped-up minutes later, the show was over. The monster was done growing.
He took his hard, fat member between his hands. It was 10.25 inches long and at least two inches thick. When it slapped it against his belly it actually hit part of his chest. He licked the tip of it and a shudder ran through his entire body.
Just as the video ended, he said, “And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to finish!”
My dick had never been so hard in my life.
The comments read:
“I want that too ♥”
“Just beautiful. Please go on! Absolutely worth the money.”
“I’d like to see more ;)”
Under the last comment was a link to the Red Pills™ website that everyone was asking for. The domain wasn’t official and wasn’t listed on Google, they wrote. No wonder nobody in the “real” world knew about them.
There were pictures on the website, and I caught myself wondering what it would be like to see my own smiling face on the page.
Then I discovered the price charts and laughed out loud. The box with one hundred pills (out of stock) cost a fortune. The amount the guy in the video had spent could probably have paid his rent for a year. I hoped it was worth it—no doubt it was.
I leaned back onto my pillows and let my eyes glide across the room. I didn’t know how much money Ruben was offering me for this new job, but even if the price of the pills wasn’t included in my paycheck, I needed every penny he offered me. The Subway was close to closing because nobody wanted to eat that shit. The Bricks was nice, but I didn’t want to work there my whole life. I had only wanted to work there for a year, and already I was on my third.
But was the model job a step in the right direction? Wouldn’t it be basically the same thing I did at the Bricks, selling my body for money? And what if people I knew discovered me there? What if the pills broke all records and my face was suddenly all over the world? Would they even see me, or would they only have eyes for my cock and the pills?
I had to at least meet Ruben and ask him how much money we were talking about here.
If the Red Pills™ people—who had basically found a way to print money—actually paid the models as much as they could spend…student loans paid, rent paid, new clothes (finally!), new furniture…there was no limit to what I’d be able to do then.
I decided to visit Ruben the next day on my lunch break between jobs.
Before I went to bed, I went back to the website and saw a familiar name.
He had uploaded a new picture of himself at the beach in ridiculously bulging swimwear. Unpacked, his cock slapped against his knees. In another photo, his thick monster cock was lying on a desk next to a tape measure. He was up to 11.6 inches.
I swallowed hard and felt my cock pressing against my laptop again. This guy was insane.
He was begging other users to give him money or buy him more pills directly. And people were doing itHis most recent entry was only two hours old. In the first photo, he was holding up a 100-pill box for the camera. The logo burned itself into my retina and my heart started to pump harder. He thanked 17 people for their contributions to this unbelievable gift.
Then there was the next picture of his cock finished growing. 12.6”.
Each pill had grown him a hundredth of an inch. I stared down at my own dick and tried calculating how much it had already grown.
Before I slept, I jerked off hard. My bedroom felt hot as hell and my hands clung to the sheets as I moaned like a mindless freak into my pillows. I had never given myself such an extreme orgasm in my life. I thought about drinking that shake and becoming a true monster myself, and it only took me about 30 seconds to bring myself over the edge. I looked at my abs and watched the rivulets of cum running down my skin.
I found Ruben’s address pretty fast amid the glass skyscrapers of the city’s financial district. He owned several levels of an office complex in the heart of the city.
Inside, the walls were plastered with postmodern art and every inch that wasn’t made of gray, sterile concrete was encased in glass and chrome. The air conditioner was working overtime. I didn’t see a directory for the building, so I went to the front desk.
“I’m looking for Ruben.”
“You must be J,” he said, calling me by my nickname. “He’s expecting you. The elevator is right behind you—19th floor.”
He gave me a card for the elevator and I went in. The closer I got to Ruben, the more I was aware of my heartbeat inside my chest.
Windows and floors flew past as the elevator shot into the sky. What was going to happen? How much of my life was about to change forever?
I was blinded by the sudden light as the doors opened. A cacophony of voices, telephones ringing and fingers tapping on keyboards.
The room in front of me was as big as a football field and pulsating with all the energy of a young, hip internet business. Everyone had their own private space with a computer and pictures of their family. There were break areas with beanbags and coffee tables. An employee on a scooter zipped by, grinning at me as I stepped off the elevator. Everyone seemed so happy here. I could see a lot of people working at drawing boards, drawing up new concepts for something I couldn’t see.
A man in his mid-thirties with a huge beard saw me and nodded me over to the other side of the room, and after a minute of exploring I found Ruben’s office: a giant glass cubicle with him in the middle. He was intent on his computer, looking astonishingly broad-shouldered in his suit and tie.
There was a cork wall at the front of his office covered with concepts—the decision-making area, apparently. There were symbols for different animals, suggestions for new colors, and much more. I wondered what it was all for.
Near me was a huge poster advertising the company’s new brands. At the top were the famous Red Pills™, but under it were new names—Black Pills, Alpha Pills, Red XXL, Blue Pills—that were all emblazoned with the original red logo.
An employee walking by the second saw me looking at the poster and interrupted: “Careful. Don’t tell anyone outside or Ruben will be fucking pissed.” He scratched his cheek as he was talking, and my eye went to his red wristband.
“Joey! Come on in!”
Ruben stepped out of his glass office and winked as he waved me over. I gaped at his size when I was standing right next to him: I couldn’t remember him having been this big the day before. I was almost six feet tall, but he had to be at least 6’5”.
“Glad to see you on this beautiful day!” he said. “It means a lot to me that you came.”
“No, I should be thanking you,” I said. This is going to be the most casual job interview I’ve ever had, I thought.
“Take a seat and we can talk a bit about what we’re doing here. But first I wanted to ask how these last few days have been for you.”
I didn’t pause long before answering. “A little confusing, I guess. Things are changing fast. You have to know where to look to get real information.”
“Haha! True. Most people out there aren’t too well-informed, luckily. When the mainstream media starts to pick us up everything will change pretty quickly, so we’re working overtime to be prepared for that. But who knows? Most people out there don’t even notice their own shadows—no surprise they haven’t noticed that we’re at the dawn of a new age.”
“A new age? Isn’t that a little arrogant, coming from you?”
Ruben’s expression remained serious. “No, I don’t think so. Don’t you believe that we’re going to change the world?”
“I guess the pills will change a lot. But everything? I don’t know. Maybe they will.”
“And don’t you want to be part of it?”
He gave me a dazzling, confident smile that showed off his sharp teeth. Then he leaned back and pushed his legs apart to sit more comfortably, basically presenting me with the bulging monster that was trapped behind the cotton. His zipper looked stressed to its limits, and as he folded his strong arms behind his head I noticed his red wristband was almost cutting into his skin. I wondered if he was thinking of our time at the club the night before.
“Here. Want to see something insanely hot?” Ruben said. He rolled his chair back toward his computer to search for something. I noticed his breathing was getting heavier.
“A few weeks ago we started a VERY productive collaboration with Pierre Fitch that got us a lot of attention. I don’t know if you’ve seen him before, but this is what he looked like a few weeks ago when we published the first video of him under our name.”
He turned his screen to show me a picture of a young, tattooed man holding onto something above his head. He was naked, and between his legs hung a phenomenally thick penis with a hairy base. I licked my lips and felt my heart pounding faster.
He reminded me a little of Drake, my colleague from the Bricks, who had a similarly girthy dick that earned him a good chunk of change every night .
Ruben continued: “Today we produced another video with him after he’d tried several of our new product lines. These are the promo pictures. I think you’ll like them!”
He opened a new picture and Pierre appeared again. I couldn’t breathe. You could tell that time had passed between the shots. Not just because his hair was longer in the second shot, but also because from his crotch now hung the thickest, biggest monster cock I had ever seen. It was truly gigantic. It would have taken at least three hands to encompass it. It even looked like the bush above his dick had gotten fuller and bigger. I wondered if this was an intentional side effect.
With a self-satisfied grin, Ruben started the video. Pierre was showing off his new body. He already was having problems trying to pick up his own monster dick with one hand, but he was nevertheless smiling like a movie star. As he walked, his dick swung back and forth like a ten-ton bell in a church tower . I could hear the cameraman laughing offscreen. Ruben stopped the video but he didn’t stop smiling, waiting for my reaction.
“That is…wow,” was the only thing I could say.
“Come on! I want to introduce you to someone. He’ll be a new colleague of yours, if you take my offer.”
He stood up, affording me a view of his half-hard prick struggling against the inseam of his pants. He took a few long steps, getting used to the mass between his legs. Was he still taking the cock pills? I followed him in a trance.
He kept explaining as we walked: “You may have noticed that soon it won’t be just the Red Pills we’re marketing here.”
“Yeah, I saw the cork board in the other room.”
“Just one more thing we do here, you know? I guess I haven’t filled you in yet on everything that’s going on.”
“I guess not.”
“Red has asked us to mastermind their world release. A corporate design. A brand. Why they chose us is a long story. I’ll tell it to you over a drink sometime. Anyway, they send us all their products for testing purposes. They keep telling us there’s no risk. They’ve tested everything for years and years… they just say to use common sense.
“So we’ll be launching some new product lines on our website in the coming weeks. Kind of a test drive. You already know about the standard Red Pills, and we’re just starting to roll out the others now. We’ve been busy finding models for the photo shoots because every product line needs a model to represent it. Even every combination of products needs a model. It’s a pretty big job. Ah, here we are!”
We had stopped in front of a gleaming white desk which was loaded with tons of cartons. Dozens of white boxes peeked out of them.
“Okay, these you already know.”
He showed me a box of the standard Red Pills, and I nodded.
Ruben opened another carton and started throwing boxes to me.
“You can keep it. We get them for free as little presents for our hard work.”
“Don’t you have problems with this many pills under one roof?”
“Nah, you’d be surprised. Some of our employees have their fun, of course, but we set limits. We have to keep in mind that this little pile here is worth a fortune. Ethan, one of our designers from the Blue office, for example, took more Black Pills than we recommended. So we’re not gonna promote him, but it’s his body, so what can we say? Everyone can take as many pills as they want; it’s really the main perk of the job and we don’t want to judge someone as long as they’re still able to do their work.”
“You said something about Black Pills. What do they do?”
Rubens rifled through some boxes until he found what he was looking for: a small matte-black package with glossy black letters on it. Ruben saw the question marks in my eyes and answered: “They make you grow. Around a quarter of an inch with each pill. Which brings me to the guy I want to introduce you to today. Follow me. This is the photo studio—your new workplace.”
I had many, many questions about the Black Pills, but it seemed like they were going to have to wait.
An electric door swung open and we entered a glowing room lit by about 3,000 lights. No one was there, but their voices could be heard in the back.
“Come on!” Ruben said. He seemed so eager that I half-expected him to grab my hand and pull me to the back room.
The moment we entered the dressing room I began to have trouble breathing. Maybe the air just seemed thin since a man like none I’d ever seen before was taking up all the space. We watched the model being dressed as I tried to remember how to breathe.
“May I introduce you? Joey, this is Akhim!“
Akhim heard his name and looked up with a gigantic smile on his face. He walked over to us and hugged Ruben so hard that his back cracked. After they separated, I noticed Akhim kept his massive hand on Ruben’s equally massive shoulder.
Ruben was huge, and even the other employee in the room was huge, but Akhim had to be over 8 feet tall. As he spoke, he had to look so far down at us that his humongous pecs blocked his view slightly, and just noticing this made him laugh, making his pecs inflate even bigger under the skintight shirt. I could feel my blood rushing to my face. It was warm in here for reasons that had nothing to do with the lamps. As I watched, Akhim casually kneaded Ruben’s shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. I saw the beast in Ruben’s pants coming to life.
“Nice to see you, Akhim!”
“Nice to have you here, Ruben,” he said with a voice like a deep-water river. “Didn’t think I’d see you here today. Glad you made it!”
The employee from the back said: “Can we continue?”
“Of course! Sorry, Ruben, can’t make them wait.”
“No problem, go on. I just wanted to introduce you to Joey.”
“Hey, nice to meet you! You working here, too?”
Ruben answered for me: “We’ll see.”
“Oh, do it, boy. Just saying, best job in the world. And now, excuse me, but we were supposed to start the shoot fifteen minutes ago.”
We watched them for a while. A few minutes later a full-blown photo shoot was taking place, with more than twenty people darting around like diligent bees.
At first Akhim kept his tight jeans on, but he soon dropped them for another series of photos. I was kind of surprised to see a nearly normal-sized penis outline in his briefs.
“Akhim, I can’t talk you into taking some Reds, can I?” Ruben shouted over everyone’s heads.
“Sorry, Ruben, I’ll pass. I’m happy with what God gave me down there. But hell, thanks for the others! Do you have any more Blacks?”
“Just come to my office later.”
We left the set and walked back to Ruben’s office so I could finally ask him the all-important question:
“So what are these other pills?”
“Let me think. You know the Reds and the Blacks. And actually you already saw the Blue Pills, too. Akhim’s taken a lot of them. They help you gain muscle mass and when you lift at the same time you can add several pounds in just a few days.”
“So why aren’t you doing the shots for the Red campaign?”
He laughed from deep in his chest.
“No, no. I don’t have the right face for it. But there are others who do,” he said and looked at me for a little while. “And I’m actually a huge fan of the Alpha Pills.”
“What do they change?”
“A little of everything. It’s more efficient to swallow the standard versions of the other products, but if you want to gain a little something everywhere and don’t have the money for 3–5 different boxes, that’s the way to do it.”
As we walked we grabbed some of the boxes we’d seen earlier and took them back to Ruben’s office.
“They’re already thinking about phasing the Reds out and putting out the XXL line in their place. Now that the Blacks and Blues are coming out they’re worried the Reds might start to seem a little weak, you know?”
We entered his office and threw the boxes onto his desk. Ruben grabbed a Red XXL box and opened it. Inside were only four pills.
He held the open package in front of me and I grabbed it without a second thought.
“How much stronger are these than the other ones?”
“Don’t worry, Joey. Still within healthy limits. Here, I’ll take mine now, too. We’ll call it your welcome gift.”
Ruben opened a drawer in his desk and helped himself to eight of the Alpha Pills. He came back to me with two glasses of water.
“So, what do you say? Interested?”
“This place is amazing. I have to admit it’s really stirred something in me.”
“Akhim?” Ruben smiled.
I laughed with him, but changed the subject as fast as I could.
“For real, though. What do I have to do to sign up? And what do I get from you?”
“A man who cuts to the chase. I like that.”
Ruben set his water aside and got me a crazy thick booklet-sized contract.
“Don’t be scared. I know it looks terrifying, but it’s mostly legal bullshit. The cornerstones you need to know are: You can quit whenever you want. We won’t force you into anything you don’t want to do. If you don’t want to do something, you don’t have to. If you don’t want to change your body in a way we want you to, you don’t have to. I hope that Akhim gave you an idea how working as a model for us goes.
“More importantly: in your first year you’ll get paid monthly. That money isn’t linked to any photo shoot or any other commitment; it’s just your salary. You need something to live on.
“You’ll become the face of your own section. You can choose the section and you’ll be representing it in events and so on. Akhim is Blue and Black, body mass and height. When someone on our website shows interest in those two categories he will be shown Akhim to trigger buying behavior.
Whatever category you choose, same story. In just a few months we’re looking to start shooting with all models, but most of them aren’t recruited yet.
You get health insurance from us. Your college tuition from here on out will be on us, and you’ll also get a monthly salary of $4,800.”
My mouth was wide open and yet I couldn’t say anything. My legs felt thin and weak underneath me.
Ruben laughed loud and deep. He was enjoying his power over me.
“I’m going to give you this contract and you can decide if you want to sign it or not. A week will be enough, right?”
I nodded, but my soul had left my body minutes before.
“I hope,” Ruben added, “that our collaboration will be a sure thing. I’ve enjoyed every moment of it so far.”
The water and the pills were back in his hands, and all I could do was take them. Ruben swallowed his pills, looking deep into my eyes as he did.
“Puh,” moaned Ruben. “I know I should stop. But this is just the beginning for you! Oh, and before I forget...”
He gave me a red wristband with a stallion on it. I put it on and smiled at it.
“I’m really glad that I found you, Joey. Together I think we can achieve great things.”
Ruben was back in his fancy chair and leaning back comfortably like before. I admitted that I still couldn’t believe everything was happening so quickly. And everything would soon be changing even more.
“I have to thank you, Ruben! Really! You’ve already given so much, and I don’t know how to thank you for this.”
“You’ll do an excellent job, I’m sure about that.”
As he spoke he stroked the outline of the monster running down his thigh like it was a giant kitten. The bulge swelled visibly and a wet spot appeared on his pants near the knee.
“Sorry for this mess,” he said, a bit shy after a drop of pre-cum fell to the ground. He didn’t look me in the eyes as he added: “Taking these pills always makes me kind of…wild.”
I felt my own brain boiling and something unknown rising in me.
“I think I can feel it too.”
There was a moment of tense silence, and then we both stood up and started to kiss feverishly over the table. Ruben’s hand found a remote on his desk. There was a beeping sound and all the windows became opaque.
“Ruben! I can feel it! My cock!”
With one swipe of his arm, his desk was empty, and he lifted me onto it. Ruben was bigger than me and he had to bend down now to kiss me. His extraordinary tongue in my mouth, his lips on mine. My dick was becoming harder, more painful every second in my tight jeans. Ruben finally opened my zipper and set my big cock free. He immediately started sucking it like the mindless god he was. My vision blurred—that’s how good he was. His giant tongue scraped that special spot under my cockhead.
“Fuck! That’s never felt so good before.”
I looked down and saw Ruben taking even more of my cock down his throat. Sweat glistened on his face, and it really looked like my dick was already bigger than before. He sucked harder and inch after inch disappeared down his throat.
Ruben was groaning now too, but my thick wood muffled the sound of his voice. He opened his mouth even wider, like a snake, trying hungrily to take it all. His hands caressed my thighs and I was intensely aware of all his body’s movements against mine. Soon, his beard was tickling my swollen balls and then, incredibly, I could feel his lips on them. He had actually taken every inch of my gigantic cock. He looked up, tears of joy in his eyes, and there was still a greedy flame in them. I was a few seconds away from coming when he did the impossible. He opened his mouth even wider and my balls disappeared too. His throat was stronger, wetter and better than any vacuum pump. His feral tongue was everywhere at the same time, and my vision went white. I screamed in joy and came. I pumped all my cum down his throat, and halfway through it he finally released me and the last of my cum splashed his face, beard, and chest.
I was wasted and shaken from the orgasm when Ruben went to take his turn. My cum was in his beard and I could feel it on my skin. He stood in front of me and pulled his pre-cum soaked pants down. His monstrous cock leaped out of it and into view. Currents of pre dripped from the tip, soaking the floor in no time. He bent down toward me.
“Sorry, we don’t have much time—I have another appointment at 2.”
“Don’t apologize. Go on, be as rough as you want.”
My legs were in the air and on his massive shoulders in no time. Soon his cock was inside of me. Pain was blossoming inside me as more and more of his generous penis was shoved in. After a few powerful thrusts, the pain faded and I was left with pure delight. I couldn’t take all of him, but Ruben didn’t seem to mind that. Fuck, he was so fucking huge down there and he was still growing even biggerDrops of sweat from his body dripped onto my skin in slow motion as I grappled for a hold on his muscular arms. He was getting stronger and faster with every thrust inside my ass. It felt like we were growing together.
Ruben was shaking and groaning like a wild animal. I was scared that everyone outside could hear us. “Ready?” he asked with a diabolical grin.
I felt three huge surges flooding my insides before he pulled out and aimed for my stomach. Cupful after cupful of cum hit my skin in endless waves and his orgasm lasted over a minute, his body shaking, his voice trembling. His cum was flowing down my body and over the desk, dropping to the ground with loud splashing noises.
“I knew you’d be the right one for this job,” he whispered.
He gave me a towel and I cleaned myself as best I could. Time was up, and we had to rush.
“See you in a week,” he said as I moved toward the door.
I turned back and saw Ruben standing there in a pool of our cum, smiling euphorically, his mammoth cock still out.
“Hey. Who are ‘they’?” I asked him. “The people with the pills? The creators?”
“Ah. You’ll meet them at the photo session in a few months. I could tell you the whole story now but it’s a good one and there’s no time to do it justice.”
“Oh, come on.”
“Okay, okay. The Johnsons have…how do I say this? A natural gift. When you meet them you’ll see what I mean. Just imagine someone taking many, MANY Alpha Pills in just one sitting. More than you can imagine.”
The prick between his hairy legs was still dripping wet.
“And now they’ve found some friends who are helping them make something of their talent,” he added. “To distill their gift.”
“Johnson? Johnson who? Can I find them online?”
“Good luck. They’re masters of secrecy in the online world. But maybe you’re a better spy than I thought.”
“You know their first names?”
“Yes, of course. They’re father and son. Sam and Bolt Johnson.”
On the train back to the Bricks I tried not to think about Ruben, Red, or the massive quantity of pills in my bag. Thinking about how much money I was carrying around in pill form made me nervous. And I somehow couldn’t shake the memory of Ruben off even thought it had been an hour since our little encounter.
I was a little late to work at the Bricks and my boss wasn’t thrilled about it, but with the most compelling job offer I’d ever gotten in my life sitting in my bag, I didn’t give a fuck. I let him yell at me.
On my way to the lockers, I met Martin, one of my co-workers. He was almost naked, with a few dollar bills hanging out of his poser. His shift must have just been ending.
“O’Donnell. How you doing?”
“Well, well.” A mysterious smile played over his thin lips. “Have you seen Drake yet? He’s back from his vacation.”
“No, I just got here.”
“Well, you should find him. Now.”
In that moment I immediately knew what had happened. Drake was the one who had introduced me to Red Pills™ a few weeks before. Back then I hadn’t been paying attention, but he could easily have taken more pills over his vacation. But as soon as I had the thought I realized it wasn’t a question of if, but how many.
“Drake? You in here?”
I opened the door to the smallest bathroom in the world, where my little story had begun, and heard the shower running.
“Joey? Shit, long time no see, man. Just a second!”
He jumped out of the shower, a towel tied around his hips, everything covered in preparation for the big reveal.
“Martin told me you were back. So…show me.” I laughed, even though I was actually nervous. And slightly aroused.
“Fuck, man—Martin is such a blabbermouth. This should be a surprise!”
“Just let me see it. How much did you buy? How many did you take?”
In response, he simply dropped his towel and the monster came into view, bobbing up and down a little. His cock had been big and insanely thick before, but now it had to be one of the longest and, more importantly, one of the thickest, widest cocks in the world. He had been more than generously endowed even before he’d gotten his hands on the Red Pills™, but now he was just inhuman…as insane as Sherwood or Ruben. His monster cock was soft, veiny, and 11.75’’ long. His glans, still wet and glistening, was even wider than his shaft.
Because of our work there at the Bricks, it wasn’t too crazy for me to grab his mammoth cock.
“This is so fucking hot, Drake. Maybe even a little too much.”
“I just can’t stop taking these pills. Do you remember? I showed them to you a few weeks ago. I thought your reaction would be more like ‘FUCK?! DRAKE, WHAT IS THAT SHIT?’ or something like that.”
I just laughed, and he gave me a puzzled look.
“Why are you laughing?”
“While you were gone for two weeks, you may have grown yourself an elephant cock, but my life has changed too.”
I pulled my jeans down to show him that I had grown, too, if not as dramatically.
“Hard to tell, I know, but there’s more where that came from…”
I told him the whole story of Ruben, the office visit, the sex, and the job offer, until I almost forgot that I was late to start my shift. When I finished, Drake was practically delirious.
“So you get that stuff for free? As much as you want? Just like that?” He snapped his fingers and smiled broadly. “You have to get me some! Please, man!”
“You really want to be even bigger than that? A few more inches and you’re gonna have a third leg!”
“You have no idea how hot this shit is. Just the idea makes me chub up.”
I glanced down and he was right; veins had appeared on the surface of his dark-skinned dick, and it was becoming slightly thicker.
“You’re just going to ask me again and again and again until I say yes, aren’t you?”
I took Ruben’s gift box out of my bag and Drake’s eyes instantly widened.
“YOU HAVE THEM HERE? HOLY SHIT!“
I gave him some of the Red XXL™, Blue™, and Alpha™ pills, thinking that he would put them in his locker until our show that night was over, but I overestimated his self-control. He ripped every single package open and gulped down every pill he could find right then and there with water from the shower hose.
I tried to interrupt. “Drake? Maybe you should wait till the show is over…” But he wasn’t listening, and did I really mean what I was saying anyway? My cock was rock hard; I was incredibly excited to see what was going to happen to my buddy.
“Joey, holy shit! This is gonna be the sickest stripper show in show business history!”
And with that, he took the last five Red XXLs™ without any water. His colossal cock was hard in no time (it had to be almost 14 inches long, and thicker than ever before—looking like a real hyper dick). He hugged me for giving him some of my pills and I could feel our dicks grinding together. I nearly came right there.
“It’s show time!”
The audience of a dozen men bawled and hooted when we arrived on stage. The music was loud, electrifying the room with pounding bass, and Drake and I started to dance together as a little warm up. Our choreography wasn’t rehearsed—we were working perfectly together without any words.
I grabbed a bottle of oil, opened it up and squeezed as hard as I could. The oil splashed against Drake’s chest and I made a face as if this had been a huge accident. The crowd ate it up, even though some weren’t even paying attention to what were doing, their eyes glued to Drake’s overstuffed poser.
I started to rub the oil into his pecs and abs as he looked deep into my eyes. This feeling was new, and I half expected him to push me to the ground there and then and fuck me in front of everyone. His eyes were the same color that Ruben’s had been after we’d taken the pills together. Drake’s whole body looked like it was glowing from within, like a fever rush. The effect of the pills he had just taken would be appearing soon.
Brushing me gently with his fingers, he slowly pushed me to the ground until I was lying in front of him on my back. He put his knees on my chest and starting riding me, grinding back and forth hypnotically. I could feel his bubble but against my own raging bulge. The crowd was losing its mind, some of them screaming for us to go further.
Drake’s mostly covered, gigantic prick was rubbing up and down my chest; once or twice it bumped into my chin. Then he took his monster in both hands and laid it on my face. I closed my eyes and actually laughed because it was the strangest thing I’d ever experienced. The weight alone was enormous. When I opened my eyes again, not only his cockhead, but his actual head and face were right above me, and soon we were both kissing his swelling but still tightly wrapped glans.
For some men in the crowd, this was too much, but our show was just getting started. I could feel my dick swelling out of my poser, which was far too small for its new size. I hadn’t even thought about my own dick…I had grown nearly an inch in length, and if I was already having problems with my underwear, what was going to happen to Drake?
Drake stood and extended a hand to help me up. It was difficult with our skin still slippery from the oil, but we made it and stepped down into the crowd. Only now did I realize what the occasion was: this was a bachelor party for one side of a gay couple; only one of the grooms was present.
Some of the guys had tents forming in their pants; I enjoyed seeing whose were bigger or smaller. Some tried to cover up, but others clearly wanted me to see.
As soon as I’d taken in the crowd, I only had eyes for the man sitting at the far left of the huge group. His package was bulging nicely; it looked like he was carrying some hefty meat too. The shadow of it reached up to his pants pocket and even beyond. His boyfriend was a lucky bastard, I thought.
My eyes wandered to his left wrist and there it was: A red band with a black stallion printed on it. Our eyes met for a second—dangerously long.
Drake tapped my shoulder and I finally turned my focus to the groom.
It looked like he was a pretty passionate bodybuilder. The shirt he was wearing was close to exploding. Every movement he made was heavy and powerful, but even he smiled nervously when Drake stepped in front of him. Drake’s cock was only covered by two-thirds of his underwear now, and I felt a hush go through the crowd as they realized simultaneously that his cock was in fact not fake. How much had it grown already? Drake pushed his monster cock against the groom’s broad, heavy pecs, which were pushing out in front of his body by several inches.
I took his place and danced in front of the groom, my own package touching the ground now and then when I knelt. That was new, I thought.
The groom was hypnotized by Drake’s half covered penis, his had floating forward to touch it now and then, even though this was against the house rules. Drake let it pass. The man’s huge hands were a good fit against his gigantic package.
I started making out with Drake, getting as close to the groom as possible as we kissed each other’s bodies. One look into Drake’s eyes did all the rest.
I felt up Drake’s newly enlarged six-pack, the lines that pointed the way down to his monstrous package. His poser was close to ripping now.
Feeling my breath on his neck, Drake turned toward me. We were so close that I could feel how horny he was from the beat of his heart and the contraction of his muscles. I’d never felt this way around him before.
The groom and his friends were packing $20 after $20 into our G-strings. I could feel their hands everywhere, some of them touching places that were taboo for strangers of any kind. But rules didn’t apply to this evening anymore, I guessed.
Suddenly there was a loud snap, and Drake’s poser ripped apart in the middle of his dance. His elephant cock hit the man in the chair square in the chest, and the crowd around him roared again. The mountain of a man just laughed happily, showing perfect white teeth framed by a trimmed beard. He patted the monster on his chest and nearly drooled on it. After exchanging a look with Drake, he even kissed the glans of it. But before he could lose himself in the act, the background music faded out: time was up.
Everybody wanted more, but they’d gotten more than their money’s worth, and there was another group waiting already.
“No problem. Maybe next time!” the guy from the side whispered in my ear as he rested his hand on my butt cheek.
Drake worked the room, collecting another round of tips from everyone. He was completely naked now, his poser still lying torn on the ground. Only then did I realize what all the pills had done to his magnificent body. Before, Drake had been smaller than me by several inches. That was a thing of the past. He looked even more pumped than before, and I guessed that he’d gained around 15 pounds of solid muscle mass. His cock was hanging down between his knees, and I was excited to measure it; he’d definitely put on a few inches there as well.
When nearly everyone was gone the groom, nearly as wide as the door, came to me to thank me for a glorious evening.
“That was a crazy good show, buddy. Worth every penny, no matter what the guys paid for me. Here, take this. I gave the other guy the same.”
He slipped me $50, and as the bill changed hands I saw a blue wristband from my new employer around his forearm, the color of the Blue Pills™, with the symbol of a Gorilla was printed on it.
I stared. Had he only gotten to this freakish size within the last few weeks?
I thanked him for the money and added: “Next time time you’re shopping on red.com you should keep your eyes open for me. Maybe I’ll already be there!”
“Haha, I wondered if that was what your secret was! You guys are wonderful. Have a nice evening.”
After I watched Drake slip his anaconda back into his pants, smiling devilishly, I left the locker room only to be confronted by Mr. Peters, my boss at the Bricks.
“Looks like this was a pretty good evening for both of us,” he said, and I could see the dollar signs in his eyes. “You both are crazy good, but tell me, Joey, what happened to Drake? He looks like a freak.”
I shrugged. “Ask him. If he tells you that I know more about it than he does, he’s lying.”
“Hey. As long as he’s happy and business is booming, I couldn’t be happier. You two should do an encore performance!”
“There’s just one problem, Mr. Peters.”
I smiled and said: “I quit.”
At first he laughed, but soon he was yelling at me and I could still hear his voice following me when I hit the street. I said goodbye to my now-former colleagues and told Drake that we should grab a drink over the weekend.
On my way home I stopped in front of Ruben’s company. I grabbed the contract from the bottom of my bag and signed the dotted line on the last page. A second later, the mountain of paper disappeared into the mailbox.
This was my new life now.
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