.... This is the original version of this story. There’s also a later revised version, Side Effects 2000, posted separately on the side.
He looked at the outstretched hand not sure what to do about it. With a doctorate in physics and four years experience as a fellow researcher at the institute, Mike had ample experience at showing authority regardless of his comparably young age, but the hand belonged to Mike's fantasy. Finally he shook hands.
“Dr. Michael Wessel, I believe? I'm Jan Ward, glad to meet you” His handshake was firm, actually, more than firm as Mike ended up squeezing pretty hard himself, noticing how the muscle in the man's forearm showed through the skin like braided cable. Now he finally knew the name of this man who he admired from afar the last 6 months or so. He had looked at him more times than he would ever be able to count, but now it was difficult to look up at his face.
Mike concentrated and managed to look him directly in the eyes. He was about to reply that the pleasure was all his, which he considered to be very true, but decided not to, for fear he'd start pursing his lips if he had to say more than three words.
“Call me Mike” he said, filling the three word quota, and broke the handshake.
In a second he would have started to sweat at the sight before him.
“That was Jan with a J, not an I or a Y, I'm afraid my parents were not very good at spelling” Jan said, smiling. As if everything else about him, his smile was just perfect. Mike found it difficult not to stare because there was certainly reason to do so. The man in front of him could really be described by one single word—perfect. He was wearing a lab coat, although in Mike's lab there wasn't really reason to, and he in fact didn't insist on that particular part of protocol. It was large, but still stretched in subtle but to a trained eye quite revealing ways over a body fit for a god. Mike knew this body from almost any angle you would care to name, and the man could just as well be naked—either didn't help Mike keep all the concentration he could muster not to get a hardon right on the spot. He kept looking at the man's face, which actually didn't help a lot—it was a face out of so many of Mike's dreams. Black hair, tan skin, brown, almost black eyes you could get lost in, square jaw and full lips, and a deep voice which made Mike's spine tingle. Underneath the lab coat was a body which was a perfect cross between the brawn of a bodybuilder and the streamlined grace of a marathon swimmer—he had it all, plus a naturally dark complexion, and the, there just isn't another word—perfect, amount and pattern of body hair. This was the male epitome, the original blueprint that looked like the long lost mold men should have been cast from. Mike as starting to feel hot and he knew what that meant, he had to excuse himself.
“—Jan—I was just on my way to the records room, I'll brief you when I get back, it'll be only about 15 minutes”
“OK, I'm not going anywhere” When he finally got a position of assistant with the research team, Jan was expecting to find a stereotype old, bald and bespectacled man in a shaggy labcoat to be his 'boss'. The name on the paper didn't tell him anything at all, and when he got to the lab building, the lady at the desk kept leading him through the corridors, passing all sorts of men and women who could really be described as the 'nutty professor' type, but soon the supply ran out and he was wondering what kind of a man this Dr. Wessell would turn out to be.
Once he found out, when the lady pointed him out, his heart almost stopped. That definitely was NOT the nutty professor type. In fact, Jan knew this man, and more.
At first glance, Jan could have passed as the classic example of a university jock, and in fact he liked to slip into that role quite often. Before it was to find a partner for the night, but he hadn't done so in years. After all, all of us grow up some day, he thought, not without bitterness about some of his past.
And growing up was something which could apply in more than one sense about Jan.
He was tall, over 6’5” and had no trouble maintaining an extremely fit body, over 260# all muscle and sinew. Jan knew well what nature had given him, but he was very casual about it—for him it was just the way he was. He knew he was a magnet for both women and men, but it was only the men that interested him. His dilemmas about that were far in his past and being gay was again just the way he was. He wasn't out of the closet—after all society in general had quite different ideas about being gay than Jan did, and to defend himself from unwanted attention he'd built this shield around him, of a dedicated and very private man to those that knew him. To all the others, he might have seemed a jock, and that did have it's advantages—Jan used that stereotype to his advantage more than once, sometimes much to the surprise of the person who stereotyped him.
After dealing with the initial shock of recognizing who Dr. Wessell was, he decided to just do a formal introduction and play it by ear. As he got over that initial and very firm handshake, he was actually relieved that Dr. Wessell…
Mike, as he said to call him, excused himself, before he had a chance to go into more blunders than he was already into—explaining how his name was spelled to a man who anyway had to know all his credentials which must have included the spelling of his name. That casual outfit didn't fool Jan at all, he had first met this man, was it almost half a year ago? No, less, more like 5 months. Not formally, no—an encounter in the gym shower could be called anything but formal. Jan was a regular to a place called 'John's', a gym not far from the institute grounds, and so was Mike. And Mike was just rounding the bend in the corridor, getting out of view, which made Jan un-stick his gaze from Mike's back side. It was only a temporary relief as it reminded him all too well of the first time he saw Mike.
He had just started showering, when he noticed a man in the opposite stall, back turned to him. He was lathering himself slowly. He was shorter than Jan, but still something like 6' with a light but strong and muscular build, with broad shoulders, a small waist, nice legs and a butt which Jan found irresistible. His hair, which would be a very light brown, almost blond, when dry, was now wet and plastered to his head. Looking at him, Jan felt the juices stir as they only rarely did, and then realized why the man's movements looked odd when his huge erection escaped his hold. He must have been holding it with one hand as he used the other to lather himself up, and it obviously slipped, making it's head peek right over his hip. Jan got hard as stone in seconds, imagining the size of that equipment. Although he was respectably endowed, he liked them big, and what he saw could be a measuring stick for that category. He had to turn around lest someone would enter and see him in this aroused state, washing himself quickly hoping his member would go down. When he finally finished, which meant he could wrap his towel around his hips without making a blatant bulge, which took turning the water from cold to freezing, he was sorry to see the man was gone.
But, Jan soon found out the front side was as attractive to him as the back was, although he always thought the guy was deliberately cutting himself down in that department, always wearing a loose fitting sweatsuit, and glasses. Those didn't fool Jan a second as he could clearly see the lenses were about as good at magnifying as ordinary window glass. Although Jan was much more liberal in his gym attire he had a trained eye, so every once in a while as this guy, which he now knew was Mike, or Dr. Michael Wessell, followed his routine, the suit would reveal a strong set of arms and pecs which Jan wouldn't fail to notice. In fact, Jan was sure they had spotted each other a few times in the gym, and he also knew he caught himself almost showing off when Mike was near on more than one occasion, which was quite out of character. In fact, now that he thought of it, he was sure he got Mike's attention on more than one of those occasions but it was always a fleeting glance, nothing more.
Funny, Jan thought, he had more than once been approached by men, but always managed to play it cool and get rid of the attention if it didn't suit him, but if Mike did something like this… but that was all just wishful thinking, Jan thought.
Mike was really pissed off on himself as he entered the men's room right outside the lab. How could he have lost control like that—he thought he'd gotten over this kind of reaction by the time he was 18, but he could feel the hard knob of his member still extending slowly down his left pant leg, and no amount of concentration could stop it. He let his pants down and watched as his cock get completely rigid in a second or so, and with Mike, that could hardly have passed without being noticed. Mike would always describe himself to others as being hung a bit over the average (if anyone could get him to talk about that at all), but that would have been in character. Mike was the kind of guy that would answer the phone and say he had a slight problem with the heating if his house was on fire. He was considerably better hung than a bit over the average, about double, actually, but in a way which had made more than a few people surprised during Mike's life. He had this incredible growing capacity—while flaccid, his cock was really almost shriveled, something like 4 and a half inches long, which anyone would deem respectable but it only gave an inkling of it's true potential. Given proper stimulation it would extend immensely, telescoping out until it grew almost three times in length. Mike was over the measuring bit by the time he was 19, and had measured himself at well over 11 inches once. He had no idea how big he was now, but this man Jan could be considered the best stimulation of all—it made his cock inflate until he thought it would burst, and it became immense. He had so many hardons over this guy and he invariably remembered them for attaining record size, and hardness which hurt. Looking down at his raging flesh he was sure it was bigger than he had ever seen it. There was only one way to get it down, as he had more than ample experience at proving. He started jacking it off, his mind feeding him the memory of the first time he saw this godlike figure which ended up being his assistant.
He was just at the end of his usual routine at 'John's' and was resting before his final set of leg extensions, when he noticed genetic perfection incarnate—and he was just getting ready to start on the lat machine, and his skintight outfit didn't hide a bit of that marvelous physique. The guy was huge, but no-one could ever say 'bulk' about him at all. Those arms must have easily been 19” or maybe even 20” around, but the rest of him was so well proportioned, he looked more like a human version of some predator cat, honed and streamlined to absolute perfection. In order to get his mind to something else instead of ogling, Mike started doing his final set but the problem with extensions is that you can look around, and Mike's eyes just automatically drifted to this black-haired god there, which was just starting to pull the bar down, and as he did, incredible corded bulges sprung over his arms and back, but not before his lats jumped out straining to lift the load. By the third pull, Mike had to hastily abort what he was doing and remove himself to the locker room. Once he got there, almost bending over to hide the rising pole of his erection in his last steps, he stripped in record time thanking any gods there were that the locker room was empty, and got under the shower. He set the water to freezing, in hopes it would get his cock down, but it had the exact opposite effect. He was in the furthest stall in the corner, well shielded from anyone who would enter, and to his delight, the only other person in the showers left seconds after he got in. There was no point in inviting hypothermia, as it obviously didn't help so he set the water to a comfortable temperature, and looked down.
His cock had attained painful hardness which with Mike also meant record size, so it was sticking up right over his abs, reaching over his navel. He wrapped his hand around it. It took only six strokes, and remembering those huge perfect pecs with just the right amount of hair, and that face, and that back… in what seemed like seconds the wall was sprayed with so much cum Mike was awestruck, once he got over the earth-shattering orgasm the likes of which he hadn't had in years if ever.
When Mike regained his senses, the wall of the stall in the men's room was dripping with his cum, and so did his hand. 'Shit' he thought, trying to scrape down his own juices using a handful of toilette paper. Still, after what must have been hundreds of times it was as intense as an orgasm could get. He cleaned himself as best he could, and straightened out his clothes. He waited a bit until his flushed face assumed it's normal color, and went back to his lab. He had inwardly cursed his closeted nature and almost complete lack of experience, thinking that if that wasn't this way he could have sorted out whether or not he had any chance with this god who called himself Jan so unassumingly. Mike had to admit that the last year's down phase he had was in a large part over simply because seeing Jan gave him absolute certainty his Mr. Right actually existed on this planet. The only problem was that he probably had a Mrs. Ward. Mike knew himself quite well and he knew his life and lack of experience was that way because he was an all-or-nothing guy in more than one sense. It had to be the right guy, or it just didn't work. And although he had an occasional regret about this, both the 'right' and the 'guy' have long been part of what he was.
It didn't make things easy, but the fact that he did work in a research lab gave him a good front to put up to the rest of society—being tied to work came with the turf.
At first, it was purely business, until Mike got to be late to the gym and they ended up spotting each other. They had actually gotten to talk about the gym the very first day in the lab, simply because now there was no way to get around the fact they have met before. The next time they talked about it again was to establish the weekly routine. Both had a habit of staying quite a bit past the normal working hours, after all the work was very interesting, although somewhat undervalued by other members of the institute. They both ended up excusing each other for ending the day earlier than usual because of something they had to do and because Mike's car wouldn't start, ended up in Jan's car on the way to the gym. Ever since that day they were becoming more and more training partners, it started by accident and passed through convenient to friendship. In about a month they felt comfortable enough with each other, so much so Jan felt they were friends for years, which in a sense they almost were. Jan had discovered that Mike was anything but a 'boss' character, and this became their internal joke. In fact, Mike was such a quiet and unassuming character, they were actually research partners almost from the very start, and he told Jan himself he was much too young to be an authority and when he asked for an assistant, he really meant partner, but the institute wouldn't allow him one. By the end of his sixth week at the lab, they had discussed almost everything from daily chores to world politics and back to physics, save for one thing, and that was women, for which Jan was actually grateful.
Well, today he really looked forward to today's workout because he really needed it, the week was more than hectic. First, about a month ago, their fairly theoretical research suddenly became quite practical. A week after that, they started kidding they were well on the way to the Nobel prize, but there was a ring of truth in that which almost frightened everyone involved. After all, you are not supposed to get the prize before you had gray hair (or no hair at all), and certainly not for something you discovered by accident. For the first time they managed to fool the mass/energy conservation law. Well, not fool it. It states that mass and energy cannot be destroyed or created from thin air, just be converted from one to another and back. Well, they didn't actually create energy from thin air, they sort of 'borrowed' it. As long as you returned it back it was OK. It was quite spectacular, watching discharges which seemingly came out of nowhere. Well, after the experiments the whole room got a bit colder as the energy of the discharges got returned, but it didn't matter—they were definitely on the way up and felt like they were discovering the Holly Grail.
Right then, Mike had just finished a series of discharges and Jan could hear him calling, yelling something about noticing something really strange. Jan opened the glass door to the room with the inflation field machine.
“Look at this—have they become predictable, or am I just imagining things?” Jan got over to the thick glass of the discharge chamber. Six sets of electrodes were imprisoned there under high vacuum. Mike started the machine again.
“Now look—it's almost as if they discharge across the set I want them to—look, one, one, three, two”. Jan watched in amazement as a discharge occurred where Mike predicted a fraction of a second after he said it.
“Now three, four—” Mike started, and Jan cut in, saying “Five” while Mike said, “One”. The discharge split in a very curious way over two sets of electrodes—one and five! They both looked at each other and they almost felt the temperature in the room drop a few degrees, but not because of the machine—because this was downright frightening. They stood like that for seconds.
“Oh my God” said Mike.
“No, no, no. This can't be happening. Here let me try” Jan said, and restarted the machine.
“OK, here we go—one, one, one, one, Jesus they seem to be listening to me!” he almost shouted. “OK, OK—what if we do one, two—seven?” and then, there was a sound like someone plucked a string the size of Golden Gate bridge, the lights dimmed, and the temperature fell something like ten degrees, and then it was dark, but not before the almost obligatory noise of burning electric equipment.
And then there was nothing, for a while.
When Mike opened his eyes, he found them looking at the ceiling. This was really strange because he was sure the last time they were open he was looking at Jan.
Then he realized he was laying on the floor. He sat up, and noticed Jan slumped by the door, his back on the wall.
“Oh shit” he uttered, but just then Jan opened his eyes. He looked at Mike with a stare you could just see saying “why am I looking at the world from below all of a sudden?”.
“What the hell happened?!” he asked, looking at Mike. He stood up, wrapping his hands around him. “And why is it so cold?”
“I have absolutely, and I mean it, no idea at all” Mike said, looking at his watch. “Damn, my watch stopped.” The machine was obviously quite dead, probably a fuse blown somewhere. Mike rushed out the door to look at the data logging equipment, but soon found out it was also very dead.
“Oh, bloody shit, the power seems to have gone out, there are no logs at all.
How the hell am I supposed to know what happened here?” he went over to the control console, noticing the smell of burned electronics. Now he was really beginning to get angry!
“Damn, damn, fucking damn!” he said, suddenly realizing Jan would probably be very surprised to hear him use such language. “This piece of shit is fried to a crisp”. He turned around and yelled a 'you OK?' to Jan, who answered he was. What a crap day. It started out real interesting, and more than that, but went downhill real fast. First their experimental setup, for which Mike had spent years squeezing the funds for, blew up, and they spent most of the day trying to fix it, but to no avail. Then, when they decided to call it a day and go the gym as they had planned, Mike's car wouldn't start again. Of course, Jan was more than happy to give him a lift. Truth be said, Jan had loads of occasions to be near Mike, especially in the gym, and he was a real turn-on, then Jan would go on pumping the weights which made Mike look at him with a look which Jan could almost call devouring, but with Mike it was so strange. It would last only a second, and then he would avert his eyes. It almost looked as if he wanted to look and didn't want to look at the same time. Jan himself was much more adventurous and sometimes he would help Mike out in an exercise more than just spotting, holding him or pushing him, which gave him opportunity to touch the object of his desire, and this desire grew—it wasn't merely sexual, he actually liked Mike as a person and friend, and that only made the desire stronger. In fact he had done some of that touching some minutes ago while Mike was finishing his last set of curls.
“Come on, quit fooling around” he heard Mike say.
The retrospection ended up being burst like a bubble. There was one last set of curls to do, and Mike ready to give him the added pull to finish the last few reps. He started, and got on fine looking at himself in the mirror, when he noticed Mike looking at him too, practically staring at him, and he felt himself getting hard. Mike noticed that as well, because the pants he was wearing hid nothing in this position. He went on as best he could finishing the set, Mike forcing the last few reps. He saw there was no-one near and decided to rise up which would show his equipment quite blatantly. As he turned, he saw Mike quickly adjusting his sweatpants. He didn't think much of that as Mike always had these sweatpants which seemed two sizes too large, but then he noticed a lump on the pantleg that was slowly twitching. At that point he knew noting would have gotten him to go soft, but it seemed to him he was not the only one that felt aroused. Still, he tried to play it safe, and uttered one of his favorite 'neutral' explanations, but he couldn't resist adding a little twist.
“God, look at me, I really should get a life—and there aren't even any chicks around—so it must be you”. They both laughed.
“Well, at least someone thinks I'm attractive”, Mike replied, and they both laughed out loud, but as they winded down, both ended up looking at each others crotch, and Jan noticed Mike was actually in a far more troubled predicament as his pants were beginning to tend out, and for the first time Jan got the inkling of the real size of Mike's equipment, and blurted out “You don't give yourself enough credit” realizing too late that this could hardly be 'neutral' but the evidence was right there before him. Still, at that moment he was so afraid he could be doing a stupid mistake, so he tried laughing, and so did Mike. It was a quite hollow laugh and ended in seconds when their eyes met.
Mike wouldn't have given up his training with Jan for anything in this world or the next, but even rolling a steam roller over him wouldn't make him admit that to anyone, including Jan. He was Mr. Right, and if he couldn't have him, at least he wanted to admire him from near instead of far. Getting to know Jan as a person only made Mike more determined. Jan was all Mike would have liked him to be, and those jock vibes he emitted from time to time to the general public, somehow were never aimed towards him, and even if they were, they wouldn't have fooled him for a second. Jan had a rare easy-going nature, and was very open, and passionate, even emotional. Mike knew he was actually in love up to his ears but even ten steam rollers passing over his most tender parts wouldn't make him admit that—he barely did to him self. He loved to be near Jan but he tried hard not to show it, for fear Jan would sense the sexual side of it, although at times he thought he went over that thin line and gave off his true feelings, but luckily it seemed that Jan didn't notice. This was again one of those times. Jan was just doing his last set of biceps curls, and as far as Mike was concerned, with Jan, that was one thing not to be missed. In Mike's opinion, Jan had the most beautifully shaped biceps on this planet (and he was sure that even if he was overly subjective, the objective opinion wouldn't have been far off), and when those biceps did curls, they would pump up magnificently. Seeing that would give the inkling of the true size of this Adonis before him, because those pipes of his would bunch up into shapely balls of rock hard flesh, peaking hugely. As Mike watched them do that he could barely contain himself imagining how they would grow even bigger in time, and he found himself wishing he could feel them, kiss them, lick them all over. Up and down, up and down—hard balls to hard bars of flesh with a split in-between, back to hard balls. They were so pumped up now, they looked larger than ever. He shifted his stare a bit to look at the rest of this muscle god in the mirror, and almost froze when he saw the bulge in Jan's pants. He felt that telltale hot feeling in his ears and he knew there was no stopping the hardon he was going to have in seconds, and there was no way to get away, Jan was just at that sticking point. He helped him out, thanking fate he was bent down, but just then Jan was finished. Mike just had to adjust his pants or his problem will become very obvious before he thought up an excuse to get away. But Jan just stood up, that bulge very prominent in those painted-on pants of his and said this thing which should have spelled 'red alert' to Mike, but instead it made him even hotter. He quickly tried to get out of his predicament by uttering some sort of reply, but then he felt his cock was almost at that point of hardness which only Jan could bring about. It was too late, Jan was looking right at it. And then he said the thing Mike expected the least, and started laughing. Mike laughed as well, but the laugh got stuck in his throat as their eyes met. And so did Jan's.
“I'm sorry—” they both said at the same time, which made Mike loose words for a few seconds. Then came the moment of truth. He heard Jan ask him “Are you gay?” He felt he was going to cry. He had spent his whole life getting prepared for this question and he always thought he'd be the one asking it, or at least he'd see it coming. Everything in him tried to say 'no' but instead he heard himself say a quiet “Yes”.
Then, he heard the last thing he thought he would.
“Oh fuck. Your place or mine?” Jan cursed himself inwardly all the way to his flat for not seeing it before. If you would have asked Jan to name one person in this world, right now, which he could make love to, as opposed to merely have sex with, it was Mike. Somehow he just knew it was a shared feeling. But, right now, it was like they were trying to make up for lost time, as Jan was driving, his right hand was slowly going up and down, squeezing the huge bulge that extended from Mike's crotch up his belly, while Mike had his arm around Jan's right arm and roamed over every part of Jan's body he could reach. They were both moaning silently. Jan could barely contain the urge to rip Mike's sweatpants down when they stopped at a traffic light and plunge that huge pole right down his throat, for better or worse. It was a good thing his place was so near to the gym. They were both still in gym clothes and sweaty, no time to waste changing or showering. It took some maneuvering to get Mike, with his raging hardon adjusted so it was up his belly and still very visible, out of the gym and into the car. Jan didn't care what anyone saw, and in fact there was a lot to see, trying as they could to hide it.
They were like two animals in heat, shoving and pushing each other saying 'hurry up' but you couldn't mistake what they were up to, both sporting hardons, Mike holding Jan's arm, and Jan pushing Mike forward, his hand on Mike's butt. They must have been so hot you could have spontaneously combusted anything by bringing it within a yard of them.
When they finally got to Jan's place, it was a mad rush. They left everything in the car, Jan practically carried Mike. He had the keys out in record time, and when they pushed each other through the doorway, the first thing Jan did was strip off his shirt, which made Mike moan out loud and reach out to his pecs.
Jan closed the door hitting it with his leg and practically propped Mike to the wall. As the door latched shut he was already on his knees, and pulled down Mike's pants with such force you could hear seams ripping. He pulled Mike's cock, which looked even bigger than a minute ago, bending it down, pursed his lips and attacked the head. He thought he would dislocate his jaw as he impaled his head on the hard knob, determined to devour every last fraction of an inch of that cock. He felt Mike getting busy on his traps, and his shoulders, his neck. He felt his hardon painfully straining against the lycra pants and he reached down and just tore the front open, his cock hitting his abs with a loud 'thwack'. He felt Mike's hands stroking every inch of his arms he could reach as he flexed them, straining against the fabric, and he knew what Mike needed, and brought his arms up. As he continued pushing and pulling on Mike's shaft, he felt his own member poking into his abs, he flexed his arms, squeezing like he never did before, skin stretching so tight he thought his biceps would pop out of his skin.
Mike felt Jan's biceps bulge and shake under his hands. He closed his eyes and could still see them getting bigger and harder, and Jan's mouth was living fire on his cock. In a few seconds it was more than he could take, he felt his cock hurt him with it's hardness, and he distinctly felt his balls swell as hard as those fantastic muscle peaks he held in his hands, and he came. It felt like his whole body ejaculated. He writhed and pushed despite himself, and he must have shouted, feeling like every convulsion passed a bullet through his shaft. He heared Jan moaning and then a sound like he was gagging. When he came to, he almost freaked out to see Jan's mouth only an inch from his pubic hair, cum streaming from the corners of his lips, one arm still flexed. The other was around Mike's hips, pushing his cock deeper into Jan's mouth. The impression only had a fraction of a second to sink in because he could see Jan shudder, and he heard Jan's cum splash over his belly. After several convulsions, Jan sighed, and slowly pulled his mouth off Mike's tool, at the end using both hands to hold the shaft. Mike was genuinely surprised that his own cock still kept coming and that Mike managed to put all of that down his throat, in fact he gasped in surprise when the head of his cock finally came out, partly because of the size of his own manpole, and partly because Jan took the time to lick it all over. He then looked up at Mike's face.
“Boy, that was a good start” he said.
As if it was a signal of some sort, they both started stripping each other of their clothes, touching, stroking and kissing until each piece of garment, or at least what was left of it, was off, and they were both naked. All the way they kept inching towards the bedroom, and finally, Jan ended up pulling Mike along, and all of a sudden, there was a jar of lube in his hands, and Mike felt a generous amount applied on his cock.
Jan wanted to have that magnificent piece of manhood up in him, although he never had one even nearly as large in his life. It didn't matter.
“I want you to plow my ass with your cock” he said.
“Jan—Jan, I've never topped before” Mike said, looking straight into his eyes.
“Mike I want you to stroke me, squeeze every muscle I've got, and I want you to bust my ass if that's what it takes. Just push hard, and don't stop until you feel your balls on my ass” Jan said, and lay back on the bed, holding Mike around his hips. He started caressing his thighs and his waist, and then he took Mike's huge member which was only a fraction softer. Mike took over, holding the head, found Jan's hole, already lubed. Jan felt the blunt head about to enter, like a hot billiard ball. Mike pushed, and Jan could feel his hole being stretched slowly. More than anything he wanted to have Mike in him. Suddenly, with a jolt of pain, he felt the head in. He helped Mike push by squeezing him in with his legs, and Mike had one hand around the shaft of his cock, and the other went up and down Jan's abs, feeling the line of soft black fur running up from his crotch to his pecs. The tenderness of the touch made Jan so hot he thought he would melt.
“Mike fuck me, fuck me hard, I want to feel you fill me, grow in me—” he winced.
Then he felt Mike's shaft rub his balls from underneath, as it entered, and instead of pain, there was pure ecstasy. Suddenly he felt Mike's balls on his ass, and saw Mike letting himself down on his chest. A second later, they were stroking, squeezing, kissing and licking each other, Mike humping hard, pushing and pulling, almost violent. It lasted who knows how long, but Jan felt filled up as never before. Soon Mikes thrusts became harder as he rammed him to the hilt. Jan had his hand on his own cock, which was hard as never before and completely rigid and unbendable. He heard Mike moan louder. He felt Mike's member filling him even more as it swelled before it would shoot, and he only wanted it to swell more. Mike sighed, and then winced, and Jan felt his insides being flooded by load after load of hot man juice, and he felt his own balls cramp. The orgasm lasted and lasted, they both shook like being electrocuted.
Mike felt Jan turning to his side. His cock was still buried deep in Jan's ass, and the afterglow was incredible. Jan maneuvered him around, and slowly pulled himself of Mike's cock. He felt a hot, sticky wetness as cum flowed out of Jan's ass. Jan gave him a kiss before he finally moved away and stood up. Mike's gaze followed him to the bathroom, enjoying the sexy ways Jan's big muscles played under his skin, the taper of his wide back into his narrow waist, and the way he walked, favoring his ass which must have been sore as hell from the fuck. A minute later, he heard the toilet flush, and stood up to join Jan. He needed a shower badly, and he wanted to have it with his Mr. Right.
Just as he got to the bathroom door, Jan turned towards him. He smiled. Mike thought he'd jump out of his skin he got so hot instantly. He put his hands on Jan's pecs, feeling their bulk, and Jan embraced him. Then, they kissed, it was just like they rehearsed that moment, their lips just found one another, and as it went on and on, Jan's hands ended up on Mike's butt and Mike's hands on Jan's arms. Mike felt his cock getting hard again.
“Ooops” Jan said, as Mike's cockhead ended up between his legs, pushing. They both laughed and broke the embrace.
“Maybe we should take a day off tomorrow” Mike said, chuckling. Somehow he wasn't at all embarrassed, and only an hour ago, he would be very much so in this condition.
“Fine by me—But, right now there's something I just got to do—” Jan said, and suddenly there was a tape measure in his hand.
“Oh, fuck, of all things—” Mike started, feeling a pang of disappointment for being reduced to his cock, but it only brought another pang because he knew Jan wouldn't do that.
“Come on, Mike, gimme a break, I'm a physicist, we got this thing about numbers” Jan said, smiling his devastating smile again. Mike looked at him. He looked bigger than ever, and the situation gave him some ideas. He stroked Jan's pecs a little, teasing.
“OK, but I'm a physicist too, so we trade one for one” he said.
“Deal” Jan replied, then kneeled in front of Mike, whose cock was now stone hard and sticking up. He used the tape with great skill, but Mike didn't even look, he was busy getting off the fact that a huge muscle packed god was doing what he was, and even more, getting off on some measuring he's going to do in the very near future. He knew Jan was getting his money's worth because he could feel himself getting painfully hard again. He knew when it was his turn hearing a muffled “Wow” come from Jan. He opened his eyes. Jan stood up.
“My turn now” Mike said. Jan looked at him. Mike's eyes went down to his arm.
Jan did his best to flex his biceps until Mike thought even he could see it starting to cramp. Now it was his turn for that 'wow' but then he went from measuring to licking.
“Hey, hey, no cheating, the results won't count” Jan said, letting his arm down, but only to bring both his hands behind Mike. They kissed again. Mike felt Jan nibble his ear.
“So—satisfied with the results?” he asked.
“Oh yes. You should be written up in the record book—almost 15 inches—phew!
“Are you sure you used that tape right? 15 inches—you make me sound like a white version of Long Dong Silver. Anyway, yes—” Mike licked Jan's nipple “—at almost 23 inches I'm very satisfied, and I think you are too”.
“Ha ha—yes, next you're going to tell me I should enter Mr. Olympia”
“Sounds good to me—but I wouldn't want you to shave this perfect hair here” Mike said, stroking Jan's pec again.
“23 inches—not that I'd mind, but are YOU sure you've been using that tape right?”
“Hey, I'm a physicist, remember?”
“Come on, I've been stuck for almost a year at around 20, give or take a few hair widths, and that's pumped and flexed”
“What are you complaining about then? After all, you said I've got a 15 inch cock, and I haven't”
“Mike—hang on” Jan said, and broke the embrace.
This was really strange. He liked the wordplay, in fact it had gotten him very hot, and very hard, and Mike looked about ready to burst. But there was this thing nagging at the edge of his mind. He turned around and looked at his image in the bathroom mirror.
“Mike, do I seem—well, I know this will sound funny, but do I look larger to you?”
“Mmmm—yummy, you are huge”
“No, man, I'm serious” Jan kept looking at himself, turning a bit this way and that. He couldn't really point his finger at the change, but his arms definitely looked bigger, and so did his chest. In fact, he really liked what he saw. He could see Mikes face in the mirror change to genuine curiosity as he looked as well. He could also see Mike's raging hard-on, and in fact, it did look bigger than he remembered it from only days ago when he sneaked a few looks in the gym showers. Then he noticed Mike's eyes going down, and a look of amazement form on his face as he realized the same thing. Then their eyes met in the mirror.
“Hang on—” Jan said, as he walked over to the bathroom scale. This morning when he stood onto it, it read 262 pounds. It wasn't at all precise, after all it was your old run-of-the-mill bathroom scale, spinning dial and everything, but somehow Jan had this feeling that there would be a difference which couldn't be written off to error. He stood on the scale, and waited for the dial to stop spinning. When it stopped, it read 281 pounds.
“Mike, I think we need a shower. And after that, remember what you said about that day off? Better make it a week.”
Mike surprised himself by saying “As for the week—you're on, but as for the shower—later”. In fact, he surprised himself even more by something he would never have done only minutes before—he saw Jan standing there, in all his glory, which included a massive hardon, and the only thing he could think of was having it in him—so he went over, grabbed Jan by his cock, suppressing a laugh at the face he made. He practically dragged Jan back to the bed.
“But there's something funny—” Jan started.
“Oh, I like you fine just the way you are- it can wait” Mike finished, pushing Jan onto the bed, until he had no choice but to let himself fall. Of course, Mike could just see it was sort of along Jan's line of reasoning anyway. They were both so hot for each other there was no stopping them. In fact Mike had sprouted wings of passion by his standards—he was rarely if ever one to take the initiative, but he longed for Jan for months. Usually, this would in his case result in a feeling of disappointment once he'd get what he longed for, but this time, it was exactly the opposite. Now that all restraint has gone to pot, Jan was like one hundred times more sexy and it made Mike permanently hard and horny as hell. In fact, he was amazed at realizing that he was indeed bigger in the cock department, in fact he was bigger than he ever remembered himself, and it made him even hotter. He wanted Jan, now.
Jan was in fact now lying on the bed, and looked bigger and more perfect than ever, and his hardon was sticking right out from his crotch, as perfect as anything else about him. Mike straddled him, and with a sigh, impaled himself on Jan's tool, stroking Jan's pecs. It made Jan suck in a breath and let it out, shuddering in ecstasy, which Mike shared to the fullest, as he felt Jan's pole filling him slowly. Although not nearly as big as Mike's, Jan's cock was by all standards large, in fact, Mike never had one that big in him, and he felt stretched as never before. But, where he expected pain, he got absolute bliss, and he started wondering how Jan felt impaled on his own huge member. He started slowly moving up and down, which made them both grunt in ecstasy, and he stroked and squeezed Jan's pecs, arms. Mike's cock was hard to the point of bursting, and it went right over Jan's abs, precum oozing out of the piss slit, and into the relief of the muscle beneath. In a second, their hands were everywhere, and it was difficult to know which were whose, but it didn't matter. Mike as on the way to heaven, and he wanted it to last. He savored every curve on Jan's body, imagining how it felt to have all that muscle, to be so physically perfect. All his life he wondered about that, and at that strange moment he realized he really wanted a chance at such perfection. He had known this deep in his heart, after all that's why he went to the gym. Time slowed for him, as he imagined himself being Jan, worshipped by Mike, and being Mike at the same time, knowing what turned him/Jan on the best. He felt himself being filled by the real Jan, his muscles filled his hands, and his cock filled his ass, more and more, and that was all he wanted.
Jan had never had sex like this before, it was- it was- he had no words, and it was getting better by the second. He felt Mike's huge cock on his belly, and it seemed ever bigger to him, and he felt Mike all over, that body Mike would always hide, as if there was something wrong with it. As he looked at Jan, his eyes out of focus with pleasure, he only wanted to give him more, more of the pleasure Mike gave him, as he stroked Mike's chest. It was taut and wiry under his hands, and he liked the shapes he was feeling. Suddenly he realized Mike's fascination with his muscles and he could see it himself. Just minutes ago when he saw he was bigger, he realized that was what he wanted, he knew the attraction of himself to himself, he felt so funny that he rationalized it all his life when it was so plain. He thought about Mike's ultra hard tube of manflesh bobbing up and down his abs, and he wondered how it would be to be that big, realizing it held the same fascination. He touched it, he felt Mike's insides writhe around his own cock which has never been so hard in his life.
Mike started moaning, and Jan became aware of their combined touches. Hands were everywhere, and Jan only wanted it to last. Then he felt it, he felt his orgasm build up, slowly, almost agonizingly. He felt his spine start to tingle, and just when he thought he would go over the edge, it stopped at that hump, and lasted what felt like forever. It had built like some giant wave, and his whole body resounded with the power stored in it, his guts and his balls churning with the power of that wave, an then he could feel the inevitable, the crest of that wave falling into itself, about to release all it's energy. He felt his innards start to cramp, he felt hot, he felt cold, all at the same time, but the wave rolled on, and then, he felt his innards cramping hard, but so agonizingly slowly. He closed his eyes and he still saw flashes, every time his internal muscles would flex, but it was like a flutter, and then, with the force of an ocean, he felt his essence shoot out, and somehow, he felt Mike shoot out as well. He must have shouted and shook like crazy, and when he almost regained consciousness, he heard an echo of his own cry come from Mike's mouth. It took him a minute before he remembered where they were. He saw Mike open his eyes, and let himself collapse. They ended up in an embrace of passion, and exhaustion As the passion slowly abided, he stroked Mike, and as reason slowly seeped back in, he realized he couldn't connect what he felt with what he remembered.
“Now we really need that shower” he heard Mike whisper, beside his ear.
Still, there was this strange feeling, but he would never have complained to what he was feeling. It was like- more of Mike. In fact, he felt the curves and bulges of Mike press in more, like Mike weighed more, but it wasn't only that—and he actually loved the feeling. He even loved the feeling of Mike around his cock, so tight. Mike shifted a bit. Then he wiggled his butt, and laughed.
“Well, big guy, believe me, I have nothing over you down there” Mike said, and slowly moved until he straddled Jan again. As he did so, Jan's eyes went wider and wider.
Mike didn't feel heavier. He was heavier.
Mike looked at Jan look at him like he saw a ghost. No, not a ghost—it looked like that a second ago, right now he looked about to start slurping. Mike knew the feeling as he looked down at Jan and what he saw almost made him return where he was seconds ago, and that is down on Jan's pecs. In fact, Mike could swear Jan looked- well, like Jan squared. He looked bigger, but of course that wasn't possible—nevertheless, Mike loved what he saw.
“Mike, I- there's something very strange going on here” Jan said. Mike silenced him by starting to pull off him, enjoying every second. It worked, Jan sighed a sigh which stated getting Mike hard again, and he could feel Jan lost only a fraction of the hardness. Finally, he felt the head of Jan's cock pop out of him, with a wet slap because of a huge amount of cum that went out with it, and felt something warm touch his own cock which hung propped on Jan's abs. He moved, propping himself on Jan, his hands half in the puddle his own cum made between Jan's chest and abs. He looked down, and saw Jan's cockhead nested beside his own. He almost jumped off Jan in amazement.
“See what I mean?” Jan said, propped up, looking at his crotch.
“What the hell happened?” he asked, not being able to unstick his gaze from Jan's cock, which was now soft, but larger than it was when he last saw it, hard.
“You should look at yourself” he heard Jan say, just about as he was getting the same idea. He looked down, and almost freaked out. He could see his abs in bold relief, and he wasn't even tensing them. They were huge, they looked like someone put eight giant ravioli under his skin, and to top it off, his legs were bigger, and cut. He moved his hand to touch his abs which went up and down as he breathed. That was completely normal, but he joust couldn't believe they were his. Just then he realized he was bending to get his crotch out because somehow his chest was in the way for him to see his abs.
“Oh fuck” he heard himself say, as he touched himself, and then looked at his arm. It looked twice the size it was! “Oh fuck, oh bloody fuck” he kept saying.
“Hey! Hey, snap out of it!!!” he was startled to hear Jan shouting.
Jan was beside him, standing, holding his head.
“But I- what- my- look at me!”
“Mike! Mike, tell me one thing!”
“But don't you see—” Mike started, but then he noticed Jan's suddenly huge cock, and pointed at it, noticing with a start his finger trembled. He tried stopping it from trembling, but it made it tremble even more. He looked at Jan. “—How- what happened?”
“Mike, I need you to tell me one thing. Mike, I need you to tell me exactly what you thought when we made love, anything you can remember” Mike realized he was near to fainting. N1ot because this felt wrong, but because it felt exactly right. There was a time he would have done everything to look like he apparently did now, and after a long time of trying he settled for what he had. He felt how thinking logically was holding him back from going mad at what happened, and in fact it made him think even more—he also thought how funny that felt. He wondered how it would be to have such muscles, well, now he was about to have a first hand chance at learning. Then it hit him.
“My God. My God, Jan, that's what I was thinking, I was thinking- I was fantasizing- I wanted to- I wanted to be big like you” he said. For some reason he felt ashamed at admitting this. “I wanted to feel you feel me like I felt you- and I wanted to be more me for you—” He was almost sobbing, and he didn't know why- no, he did. He had to admit it to himself, he did know, it was only that he had forgotten.
Jan embraced Mike, he just knew he had to.
“Oh, Mike, I love you, and I never want to leave you—” he said, not really knowing why, but is sounded right. He felt tears stream down his face.
“Jan-me too—” Mike whispered. Suddenly Jan realized why it sounded right.
Everyone has wishes, and dreams. Wishes and dreams that in time turn out not to be possible. We still have them, but we just never plan for them to come true, because they never do. But now they did. Jan always wanted to be hung and to be strong. Hell, all of us men want to be he-men, don't we?! Well, he got to be really big and strong, so one out of two wasn't bad. He suddenly caught himself wondering how much of his body was overcompensation for not being hugely hung—like, if I'm good at something, then better still, be very very good at something. He was sure it was the same with Mike, only in his case it was being hung that came for granted. He realize he was overjoyed to have his wish, and at the same time saddened because he was leaving behind another me, one which Mike loved. Would he love this me as well? He knew it was funny thinking this way, because he didn't fall in love with Mike's body and he was sure the feeling was shared. Or did he? He had to admit that at first he did. But then he remembered he enjoyed feeling Mike's muscles, before, and in fact even more now. He realized another thing then. He laughed.
“Mike, look at me” Mike looked at him, and his gaze slowly drifted down to Jan's crotch.
“Well, I guess you like it” Mike said. “It's like getting off of yourself squared, isn't it?” Mike laughed, and looked up at Jan again.
“Yes, I guess it is, isn't it” Mike said.
“Come on, we need that shower”, Jan said. Looking right back at Mike. Mike looked like he'd gained about three years in bodybuilding, although in actuality it was probably just minutes, and he looked absolutely fantastic. Jan felt a slight stir in his cock, feeling how low it hung now. He was just too tired to give in to the feeling right now, but he knew everything will be just fine, and somehow he knew they were going to have the time of their lives.
“Jan, I've been wondering—”
“I know. It must have something to do with the accident”
“Oh, you bet it has, it's just- too weird. How can this happen—I mean, we wished for something and, pop—now it's here. Well, it does make some sense when you think of today morning, and that discharge thing”
“Well, only one way to test it!” Jan said, and he let himself imagine it.
“Jan- don't do anything stupi- oh God” Mike said.
Mike watched in awe as Jan's hair suddenly turned from black to almost blonde, like his. It also gained something in length like his. He had to laugh out loud.
“What, you liked it better the old way?” Jan asked.
“Well, to tell you the truth I did—” Mike answered, still laughing. He really had to admit part of that laugh was because he was relieved. He could think of a lot of things he would wish Jan to try that could have made him jack off the whole night. Just as he thought about it, he almost froze in terror, partly because Jan's hair went back to normal, and because he realized- “Jan stop. Stop right now. I think this works on each of us, I mean each other.
Man this could be dangerous—”
“Well—” Jan said, looking at Mike for a few seconds, before he continued, “—no.”
“What do you mean 'no'?! How do you..? Jan, you- oh my god! What did you wish?”
“Hey, hey, don't panic, I only wanted your hair to be black like mine. It didn't work.”
“What do you mean like yours, I like it fine as it is—”
“You very likely have a point there, but that's not why I think it didn't work” Jan stepped closer, and put one hand on Mike's shoulder. Mike flinched, but then calmed down.
“Don't worry, you can undo anything you don't like. Or do anything you like.
Well, almost anything, probably. Now, I think it's better for both of us if we figure this thing out as soon as possible. Now wish me a nice tan, will you?” Jan said. He knew he was playing with the unknown, but something told him it wasn't dangerous. Mike looked at him as he was crazy.
“Come on, Mike, please do this for me. It's not as if I'm asking for anything special” Mike chuckled. “OK, here goes- oh shit, it really works” Jan heard Mike say. He looked at his forearm, first noting that it was larger than he remembered it, and looked more defined, but that could have been due to this perfect deep golden brown tan he now had.
“Wow, I think I like that” Jan said. “I'll keep it. Congratulations, you really have a fantastic imagination”
“Jan, I know what's happening” Mike said.
Mike felt like a child in a candy store, with a voucher for unlimited sweets.
Why didn't he see it before!
“Jan, I know what happened” he said. He barely contained himself imagining the possibilities, but he was surprised how he suddenly saw the difference between imagining something and wishing for it, wanting it—because this difference was now crucial.
“Jan, you and I both carry the inflation field. When our experiment blew the field somehow got into us, it is now probably a part of us, don't ask me how.
The reason why it works when we touch is because it becomes one field again” A sudden thought started creeping into his awareness. “Jan, be very very careful what you wish for, I'm not sure the condition is safe at all” Jan laughed out loud. “Well, it seems pretty safe to me, and very pleasurable. I hope it won't dissipate, though, I still have some ideas I'd want to try”
“Jan, hold it. Listen to me. I have no idea why the field is responsive to our thought, I really don't. It might be that it's even still here because it somehow likes out thoughts—before, no-one imagined anything and it would collapse by itself in the machine. Jan, if it collapses, both of us together have gained about 40 or more pounds of mass, just the thought of the amount of energy debt we have right now is scaring me shitless” As Mike realized what he was talking about, he almost fainted. He had to sit.
“Jesus I just realized we're carrying something like the combined energy this planet has used up in years, as muscle on our bodies, and this” he said, lifting his now utterly flaccid cock and letting it down with a slap. He sat on the bed.
He wanted to wish it back to it's old size, and wish away the muscle he now carried, but he had to admit that would be the last thing he really wanted.
“God, Jan, the worst thing is I don't want to return it” suddenly he was cold, and ashamed, but it was such a strange feeling because he had no idea why he was so.
“Shit.” Jan said, and sat on the bed beside him. Mike could see that every bit of sexual excitement had dissipated like a drop of water in a desert. He suddenly realized he was sleepy and he hadn't had anything to eat the last 12 hours or so. He caught himself half way wishing it would go away and almost froze in fear. Wishing—and only a minute ago it was about the safest and most futile thing you could do!
“Jan… Jan, I just thought of something. I think it would be a very bad idea if either of us fell asleep right now… oh god, if we start dreaming, who knows what will happen!” Jan heard Mike's words and his heart almost froze. But then, there must be some logical explanation. First he gave Mike that blow job, and then Mike fucked him senseless, and as a result he gained 20 pounds of very nicely distributed muscle, but he was certain he didn't wish for it, only that Mike fuck him senseless. And he did. That was it! He decided to try something. He did, and his lips curled in a smirking smile of a cat that ate the proverbial canary bird. He felt so elated he jumped up on the bed like a little kid, quite obviously freaking out Mike, until he grabbed him and kissed him straight in the lips.
“Mike, I love you, I love you! No, it IS safe, I can prove it!”
“Jan don't even…” Mike started.
“Too late, I already did it.” Mike's eyes went wide.
“Oh, don't worry, I just wished my skin was blue, and evidently,” he looked at himself. “…It isn't. It's simple. Mike, tell me what do you think about when you are having sex?”
“What kind of a question is that?!”
“Oh, a very relevant one! I for one think of all sorts of very crazy things, and probably dangerous things, before I actually stop thinking, hell do I know what happens then—and guess what, we let ourselves at each other with abandon, what, three times, and—nothing happened!” Mike looked at him. His eyes went from something that looked like fear to understanding, and then almost to lust. Jan enjoyed the change immensely.
“I think it's impossible to do anything which we don't really want to do—just like anything else, there seems to be a lot of filtering going on. And it seems also some things are still impossible—like this hunger I have, and I still feel the need to sleep” Jan said.
“If what you say is true, that would be normal. We could possibly go on without food for ever, but there would be hunger, and wishing it away would be like wishing our digestive tract into oblivion” Mike said. “Yuck, I don't even like the thought of that” he finished, making a disgusted face. They looked at each other. Jan for one liked what he saw very much.
“Mike, where do you think we are borrowing all this from?” he said, stroking his pec. He could really feel it was bigger and he liked the feeling. He liked how it felt on him, how it felt under his hand. He liked it very much.
“I'm not certain, we would have to go back to the lab to see for certain, but I think we are not borrowing energy, but mass. Unlike our experiment, we don't have a confinement setup for the effect, for all I know we could be spreading the 'payback' effect over the whole universe. If that's so, I don't think there's anything we could do to affect anything significantly, really” Mike said.
Jan beamed. “Well, Dr. Wessell, I'll take your word for fact, it's enough for me. Now, how about you and me have that shower, and then something to eat, and then…” Mike felt huge relief. There was that nagging feeling that he might have gotten it all wrong, but the fact that nothing dangerous happened was almost conclusive evidence. He might have been a scientist, but what he did was all about curiosity. What happened was so wonderful, and he knew under the circumstances, rationalization or not, he wouldn't be able to keep himself from experimenting.
As he walked to the bathroom, right behind Jan, he couldn't stop consciously feeling every muscle as it moved in his body. It was very weird, normally one just moves, there's nothing to it. But all this muscle felt wonderful, and so hot, it made him hornyer with every step. In fact, he realized he felt more than a little shame—well, it's quite normal to get off on yourself once in a while, or even all the time to a certain degree, but it was… well, private. He knew this could possibly become a problem. Some quite weird pictures passed through his head of what he would like to try, all very sexual. But would Jan understand that?
Jan had just stepped of the scale, beaming. Evidently he was very satisfied with what he saw. He had turned to the mirror, and was tracing his abdominal muscles, one by one. Mike touched his shoulder, and Jan flinched, but Mike could see Jan's eyes refocus to his image in the mirror, and it was like Jan's eyes did a visual equivalent of slurping. Mike was far from oblivious to the feeling himself. He looked at his image, and Jan's. Jan was on the way to sporting a huge boner, and Mike felt that warm tingling in his ears as well, looking at two magnificent men in the mirror.
“Jan, I… I don't know how to say this, but… I think we should try some wishes in private” Jan looked at him. Then he nodded. “Yes, I know.” Some of that sexual atmosphere did change, but still, looking at Jan, now that he knew he was even bigger, and that tan… Mike went into the shower, and put the water on full blast. It was freezing, and suddenly it became warmer. Then he felt a hand on his ass. He opened his eyes. Jan was fiddling with the valve with one hand, and with the other caressing Mike's butt. The water was soon comfortably warm, and of course it defeated the actual purpose of the shower, so Mike was now hard as stone. So was Jan, in fact, Mike was amazed that their cocks were almost the same size, but it was somehow still Jan's, that perfectly shaped man-flesh. He looked up at Jan.
Jan looked down in those incredible steel gray eyes, realizing then they were the most beautiful he saw. It only made him more certain Mike was his other half, now in a much more literal sense.
“Don't you ever try to run away again. You know this is not only me here, there is a lot of you in what you're looking at, Mike” Mike knew he was right. It went both ways. He knew now why they had grown initially—he remembered how he looked at Jan in the gym, curling away, those perfect biceps bulging, and how he thought they even looked bigger from the pump, and wished they would really be bigger and the rest of Jan too. Jan must have thought something along the lines when he saw him having a hardon, there was no doubt that it was bigger and he didn't wish it at the time. But, he seemed to be opened to the possibility, otherwise Jan could have imagined all he wanted. It seemed Jan was opened to a few possibilities of his own, as well.
But all that logical thought soon dimmed with Mike's rising passion, because Jan was right in front of him, and they were lathering each other up, but that of course was not the point at all, it was all about touch. Soon lathering was out and stroking and hugging was in, and then kissing, then tongues came into play, and Mike just let his roam. The repulsive taste of the soap didn't mean a thing, because of what was under it. He traced the crevice between Jan's pecs, right down, to where they joined the abs, and then he went down further, but in the cut below the top ridge the head of Jan's steel-hard cock was already waiting.
He went at it with abandon, holding Jan by the cords of his obliques, breaking that hold only to stroke him wherever he could reach. Jan held his shoulders, then started stroking his back, and his arms. Mike realized what was missing, got down to his knees, never letting the head of Jan's raging cock out of his mouth, and brought his arms up and flexed for all he was worth.
He felt his own muscle bunch up into balls, stretching his skin. He was flexing like mad and just a few hours ago he wouldn't be caught dead doing that, but now he felt the power in his arms, his chest, his legs, everywhere, and when he flexed it felt incredibly arousing, as if he wasn't aroused enough. Jan's hands on his flexing muscle made him squeeze like he was doing it to save his life, because with them on top it felt ten times better to flex, and at the same time, he only wanted more of that perfect and now huge cock in him.
In seconds all reason was gone. Mike only felt Jan in his mouth, under one hand, on the other arm, tracing the bulges of his newly transformed body, and he felt his whole body, vibrant, and getting ready to drown in ecstasy.
Jan thought he would ignite in flames, this feeling of an orgasm done backwards, not sudden, but a continuous crescendo of feeling was making him want to shout out in ecstasy, or was he already shouting? He had propped himself to the wall not to fall down and he could feel himself sliding down slowly, as his knees just stopped holding him upright, the orgasmic feeling reaching that peak, and then wavering there, going back and forth, before plunging down producing an even stronger feeling. But this Jan, the one taking note of all that, was only a small part of the real Jan, and the larger part was that feeling. He knew he had cum, was cumming, all of him. Then, he could feel this orgasm of orgasms start to fade, but it was so slow, he had time to enjoy every facet of it, and he cold feel Mike there with him, immersed in the same feeling, until finally, it finished, agonizingly slowly.
The first feeling he had was that of water streaming down on him. He felt every drop collide with him, break into smaller drops, some ricocheting off him, some becoming small torrents that broke into smaller torrents and then joined back into larger ones. When he finally regained a sense of self, Mike opened his eyes, and looked into a perfect face from the distance of two inches. His mouth tasted of something sweet and repulsive at the same time, but he loved every minute of every sensation it meant, realizing he swallowed all the essence of Jan that Jan had given him. Jan opened his eyes, and Mike could only look into them.
“Mmmm—” Jan said.
“Uh—” was all Mike could utter.
Mike had no sense of time, they might have stayed that way for a minute, or an hour, before they stood up, almost as a unit. Jan turned off the water. They toweled each other, never loosing the touch between them, and still thus connected, they went to the bed. Mike knew they both fell asleep the second they lay down.
Jan looked at Mike's face. The hair had slipped over his eyes and he was sleeping like a baby, but Jan could see it wasn't his usual position by the angle of Mike's head. He chuckled to himself, this was going to be one man with a stiff neck when he wakes up. Obviously, he will need some adjustment—his shoulders were much wider now. Jan let his eyes roam lower, over his newfound lover's chest. Smooth, and now big. Mike had a good body, Jan always wondered why he kept it hidden behind that sweatsuit. True, he wasn't massive—well, until now—Jan realized he'll have to do some mental readjustment himself. Mike used to be light, but he was strong. He wasn't someone that had paper thin skin, but when he really exerted himself, you could see bulges form and writhe under that skin, in some positions even his suit wouldn't hide them. Now those bulges were a lot bigger, but they were still Mike all over. Jan could see Mikes abdominal muscles, eight subtly outlined squares, perfectly symmetrical. He noticed silky thin and short fuzz running down towards the larger bush of pubic hair, that light-brown-almost-blond color. It went down his legs, barely noticeable in the light of dawn. Jan wanted to touch him, but somehow he felt it would spoil the moment. Mike looked so good he could have taken a bite out of him. Instead, he leaned closer, and gave him a very soft kiss. It ended his diversion, and the thoughts came back into his head.
This gift that came out of nowhere—it was going to affect his and Mike's life profoundly, he had no doubt of that at all. But the fact he was now lying in bed with another man was the most paramount of all those changes so far. Jan admitted to himself he was frightened. Was this love? He had felt like this, but to a lesser degree before, and it turned out to be only temporary infatuation.
This time it was strong, so strong that nothing right now mattered more. But, will it matter tomorrow? He knew he wanted it to. God, how he wanted this to be love! But now with this wishes-come-true thing, how would he change? How would Mike change? Does Mike love me—the inevitable question came into Jan's mind.
Will he continue to love me, even when my desires change me? When Mike's change Mike? Before, Jan thought he knew himself, who he was, but now? What if we quarrel, he thought, suddenly. A very real fear made itself felt somewhere in Jan's chest, almost like someone putting a cube of ice near his heart. Just then, Mike stirred, and opened his eyes.
Mike had that dream again. He was lying on the beach, on the cold wet sand, in the embrace of a big, very muscular man. For some reason it made him worried, but that's where it became different—suddenly he recognized Jan's face, and his worry went away. But then there was a change, and Jan's face started changing to Mike's own, and he awoke to the sight of Jan looking at him, and it was enough to forget that dream.
'Morning' said Jan.
'Mmmmuh..' said mike, stretching. He looked back at Jan, and he was beaming with delight, and in that look there was a lot of the sexual, but also something much more.
'Where are my glasses?' Mike asked. Jan first looked at him, his eyes bugging out and then he almost choked with a laugh, which then became throaty, and then he was laughing to tears, until he finally fell off the edge of the bed, with a very loud thud, which only broke that laugh for a short 'Ouch'. Mike wasn't what you would call a morning person, so he just continued staring at Jan until that thud. Then he moved over and peered over the edge of the mattress, at Jan, lying there on his back, still giggling, while tears streamed down his face. His whole body twitched slightly with every giggle, and looking down at it Mike felt that some parts of his anatomy were more 'morning' than others.
'Are you OK?' he asked. Jan only giggled again, finally sighing. The start of that sigh brought his chest up so much that Mike felt that warm feeling in his ears. He reminded himself he needed no restraint. He noticed even Jan was surprised, and moved his head to look at his chest, but then he lifted it up again.
'Here's a man that can wish anything changed on him, that used to wear those silly glasses, and he still wants them.' He said. He looked up at Mike again and started giggling again. This time, after a few seconds Mike couldn't hold back himself.
'Well, they are part of my image, you big stud' Mike finally managed to say. It only started another salvo from Jan. He finally managed to calm down.
'I have some news for you, doctor, you are not that small yourself, and you are one dream stud yourself' Jan managed to say.
Mike suddenly remembered this fact. Yes, he could feel every big inch of his body and it really felt hot.
'Jan, do you feel this fascination with your body?' Mike asked. Jan looked at him.
'I mean, you you have been like this a lot longer than I have' Mike finished.
Funny, how difficult it was to say this—Jan you have been a huge musclestud longer than me? It was true. And Mike would have returned to the way he was in a minute if he didn't like it this way, but of course he did like it, and more.
Jan looked at Mike. The answer wasn't easy. He stood up. He could see clearly Mike's eyes devouring him, and he liked it. He had to admit to himself he liked what Mike's stare was devouring. Hell, how could he not like himself? But he knew what Mike meant when he asked the question. He beckoned Mike to stand up.
He did, and Jan looked at him, from head to toe.
'OK, come with me' Jan said, and ushered Mike into the bathroom. There was a large enough mirror there for what he wanted to do. They both ended up in front of it, looking at their reflections.
'So, Mike, tell me what you see' Jan could see quite clearly Mike's eyes looking over his reflection in the mirror. It lasted a while, and Jan took his own time to look at Mike's reflection in the mirror. And what he saw was a 6' approximately 215# or more, very lean and very muscular beauty of a man.
'I see a huge muscle hunk lets see, 6’5”, what, 280 pounds of prime beef, or even more—Jan, you are bigger than ever! Look at your chest, shoulders, arms!
And your abs are absolutely incredible' Jan saw him look up and back down. There was no mistaking that he was looking directly at Jan's slowly hardening cock.
Even Jan was more than surprised at the way his cock hung, filling with his blood, which made it hang lower by the second. Jan knew he was actually quite a bit heavier than 280 pounds, actually he was approaching 300 and he was far bigger than ever. He was sure if he entered a bodybuilding contest he wouldn't have to worry a lot about how he would place. He realized he hadn't even looked at himself properly, but he had something else to do.
'Interesting, and who do you see right to the left of this hunk?—
Mike was silent, and looking himself over.
'Come on, Mike, be honest to yourself' Jan said. Mike kept on looking. Then he went on touching. His abs, his chest. Jan could clearly see Mike's cock getting hard, but of course so was his. Mike looked up at him, almost pleadingly. After a second, they broke eye contact and then Mike flexed. Jan couldn't suppress a silent 'wow'—there was no doubt Mike would have no problems in that bodybuilding contest as well!
'That's it, go for it' Jan cheered, but then he almost laughed as Mike attempted a lat spread (although the attempt was more than some real competitors would manage). 'Push your shoulders a bit forward' Jan said, correcting Mike. Then he had an idea. He flexed himself, doing a double biceps, and then a lat spread, and then a side chest pose, while Mike matched his every move. Soon they were both in it with all they got, squeezing like mad, and also hard as stone. In a second the posing involved their raging hard cocks, which were by now oozing pre-cum. Jan was amazed at the size they both attained. When Mike squeezed his abs, his cock reached past the top ridge, and Jan's own stuck out right in front of him, double size compared to what nature had given him. The whole scene was so sexual in every possible respect, he knew he was getting off of himself and off Mike, and it went both ways. They both started pushing into each other, competing for the limited mirror space, and then Jan let it happen.
Mike flexed for all he was worth. He loved the way he looked, he loved how his chest protruded in front of him, those cut abs, and these huge peaked biceps, which in shape rivaled even Jan's, although his were much bigger, it was all about proportion. And when he would flex, he could feel the power again, just like yesterday, but seeing his muscles bulge and writhe, and pump up so big was turning him on so much, and to top it all off, looking at Jan, even bigger, and then comparing their cocks as well. Mike felt his cock was about to burst, keeping himself from jumping onto Jan, and instead this getting off on himself made him even more horny. He felt he was close to cumming and he never even touched his huge sex organ, although it did get ample stimulation from rubbing against his own and Jan's muscle, and also Jan's cock on a few occasions. And then, he saw both of them are growing. He felt getting heavier, and his muscles getting bigger even as he flexed them. His shoulders got absolutely huge, and his arms must now have been well over the 20” mark and growing. His chest went higher and higher, and his abs looked ready to rip his skin every time he flexed them, his cock, which was also growing, now already reaching the bottom of his expanding pecs. He knew he wasn't doing this, but he wanted it, and then he realized Jan's shoulder was pushing into his, and one look at Jan was enough to get him over the top. He knew he was going to cum like never before, but somehow he held on for a second, seeing Jan flex and stroke himself, and that was the end of it—he felt his internal muscles flex and cramp in a salvo, which ended up as several shafts of his jizz spread up his chest, and then over the mirror, as he grabbed hold of his now at least 18” cock, and again, where it splashed with a loud splash, before Jan's milky juices joined his in a total cumming orgy. All he saw were huge muscles, huge cocks and huge amounts of cum, and he wished he could keep cumming, before he realized what it meant.
The last thing he remembered clearly was seeing his balls visibly swell and feeling the cumloads spewing out of both their cocks get thicker and even larger. They ended up in a half turn to each other, flexing in a most muscular pose looking like their skin was going to rip open, shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm, and almost pec to pec, their cocks big enough to be crossed in front of them, still spewing cum, while they both flexed in synch with the cumshots. It must have lasted minutes, and when Mike could finally feel the cramps become slow twitches, cum was still dribbling from his cock, and he started feeling his balls ached. Jan was, barely because they were so big, holding his balls in one hand while the other milked the last of the dribbling cum out of his super-cock, which was slowly starting to go from rock hard to only slightly less. Mike did the same, feeling how his balls had grown and were extremely sensitive. He could do foot-long strokes and there was like half a foot more to spare of his cock, he pulled it up and the head ended right over his breastbone, under his pecs, huge, the piss-slit still dribbling. They have cum what looked like a gallon of cum all over the bathroom and each other, and Mike rubbed it into his newgrown muscle, feeling every ridge, and flexing for himself to make those ridges and bulges even bigger. Then he moved on to Jan, doing the same for him.
'So' Jan said, panting, 'Does this answer your question?—
Mike stood up on his toes to make him as tall as Jan, or almost, and leaned into him, pec to pec.
'Completely' he said, and flexed his pecs into Jan's, who returned the favor. He wanted to kiss Jan, but their pecs were in the way. He relaxed, and felt Jan's arms around him. With his hands he found both their cocks, extending up between them, still half hard, but now smaller and more manageable. He squeezed them together and stroked them, letting himself fall towards Jan, into that kiss waiting for him.
'We must do this again sometime soon' Jan said.
'Well, not right now what time is it?' Mike asked.
'Ummm about half past seven, I guess, why?' Jan replied, looking at Mike, and enjoying it. Mike was covered by a sheen of cum and sweat and, Jan realized, so was he, and about half of the bathroom, and especially the mirror. It looked as if someone took a gallon of cum and sprayed it all over.
'Well, someone's got to go to get a message to the Institute and someone's got to clean all this up' Mike said, 'and we both positively must get a shower' Jan looked at the mess, and then at Mike, and decided to try a run for the phone, but Mike obviously had the same idea, and they ended up being stuck in the doorway.
'Well, as I see it, Mr. Ward, we either wait for our pump to go down a bit so we can both get out of here at the same time, or you let your boss handle things from here on' Mike said. Jan exhaled, and Mike writhed out of the bathroom, only to push Jan in, and enter himself.
'OK boss, I guess it's time to hit the shower' Jan said.
'And one by one this time' Mike said.
A few minutes later, Jan busied himself making the most of cleaning the numerous blotches of cum, while Mike was in the shower. He shouted out of the shower.
'Jan, I have almost two months of holiday left over from the last few years' Mike said. After a few seconds he added 'What will I tell them, you have been with the institute too short a time, I don't think they will let you have more than a week off'.
Jan thought about this. He was sure Mike knew this was a change in both their lives that would need a lot more than a week, or two months. Quite probably a lifetime.
'Does it matter?' Jan asked. There was only the sound of water from the shower for a long time.
'Jan I can't let myself forget the routine of a lifetime that easily. I just need time.' Mike said. Jan thought about this before. He knew the feeling. 'I'll call in and tell them it's a family emergency' Jan answered. The ring of truth about this was quite disturbing.
'I'll need your car' Mike said, coming out of the shower. Jan mouthed a quick 'OK'. And then he thought of something and almost started laughing again, glad for the distraction from much more pressing thoughts.
'Yes, but what are you going to wear?' Jan said.
Mike looked down at himself and laughed out loud. “well, if this goes on, I think we'll need to ask that question every day'. But the laugh was soon sour, as Mike realized he didn't want to go back to his old body, and he realized, his old self. He had to admit the showers he's going to see in this life were more likely than not to feel cramped, and clothing is going to be a problem, but he felt better than ever in his life—he considered the clothing and the showers a small price to pay. Jan had suggested he used some of his stuff, so he took one of his T-shirts, and shorts. The briefs were a problem, first because he could barely get them over his thighs, enjoying every minute of it, flexing just to feel the legs press in a bit, but finally he managed to get them on, and found it a problem covering all his nether-regions with them. Good thing his cock remained the same way as always, even at this humongous size it would attain when hard, in the accustomed manner it shriveled down when soft to about 7 manageable inches, but his now huge balls were an entirely different matter. He couldn't help but chuckle at the problems Jan would have, but then he realized that's why he got away with being the one that goes out in public so easily. He dressed up into the clothes, and popped down to Jan's car to get his gym bag out. Just as he got back into Jan's apartment, he saw Jan coming out of the bathroom, grazing the doorframe with his shoulders. Yes, he though, this man was going to have some problems with clothing all right, chuckling.
'And what are you going to wear' he asked, not being able to resist the thought.
'Oh, nothing, I think' Jan, said flatly.
'Well, then I think I'll be back very soon' Mike said.
'Mike remember what you said about trying some things alone? Don't hurry I think we both need some time' Jan said. Mike had to admit he was right. He started taking off Jan's clothes, to put on his own.
'OK but Jan, we'll have to we should we should not have secrets between us now' Mike said, and was almost immediately sorry he said it. It sounded so pushy, but also, right. After all, for all he knew, they were the only two beings on this planet that had this incredible ability, and he he had to admit he was frightened in a way to explore it alone. It reminded him so much of an experiment he red about once, involving the stimulation of pleasure centers in the brain. Rats treated that way would keep on stimulating themselves until they would die of exhaustion or thirst or hunger. He looked Jan in the eyes, and the look in them and on his face told him he had the same fears. Mike thanked fate that this was not the only reason they were together. Then it was time to remind himself of how he used to be. He convinced himself he wanted it, and wished to go back to his old self. It took only a few seconds, and he looked more or less like the old Mike. He put his clothes on, but couldn't resist the hedonistic urge to let himself grow just a bit, filling the clothes much more than he used to. He could feel the fabric of his clothes move over his growing body, until it was stretched quite taut over his pecs, and around his arms and thighs, but then he realized he wouldn't pass as the old Mike, and made himself shrink back a little. The end result was still quite a bit bigger then Mike used to be, but it would probably take someone very much interested in Mike to see the difference.
Someone like Jan.
'What do you think?' He said to Jan, who was standing there looking all the time.
'Mike I like you any way you are, as long as it's still you' Jan said, and Mike felt relieved. He knew that was not the answer to his question, but it was an answer to another, unsaid one.
'I'll be back by evening, big guy' Mike said. Then he just couldn't help himself, and walked over, and kissed Jan, hugging. He felt Jan's huge arms around his shoulders. 'You know I'll be waiting' Jan whispered in his ear.
Jan sat on the bed. Mike was gone only five minutes, and he already felt alone.
He just had this feeling they were meant to be together, much more than ever, and he could have seen the fear in Mike's eyes when he started the subject of being alone. He could feel this fear, the fear of loosing oneself and becoming so self-centered because of this new ability. He knew he would not be able to resist testing it for all it was worth, and very soon. It was just this feeling of feeling better in the company of equals, and Mike was so much more than that.
He went to the kitchen, again feeling how his now superhuman shoulders grazed the doorframe. It felt so sexy to be so big, he almost started flexing for himself. He fixed himself something to eat, not much at all. He didn't really feel hungry in the sense of not being energetic, hell, he felt he could throw cars up into the stratosphere with one hand, it was just his bowels needed something to do. Just as he was cutting himself some tomato to put into a sandwich, he got his first opportunity to test his newfound ability—he cut his finger. He looked up at it, noting the pain, almost finding it preposterous that this could have happened to him. But, he realized he lacked some coordination, after all he had added about 80 pounds of muscle onto himself. He looked up at his finger, and wanted it 'fixed'. Still, although he knew it would happen, he was startled at the way it did. In about one second, the cut simply closed itself and the blood just disappeared, like it was sucked into the skin. He just couldn't resist the scientist in him, and took a small spoon, and cut himself again, noting that this time there was only a strange feeling instead of pain—it was like his body knew no warning signs were needed because he knew what he was doing. This time he let a drop of his blood drip into the spoon, and then he let the wound heel. He started eating his sandwich, looking at the drop of blood in the spoon. He had an idea he wanted to test. Sure enough, after about 6 minutes, the drop started becoming pale, and then disappeared completely. He finished off the sandwich, and took a post-it from the fridge, and wrote down: 'The matter we're maid of is reclaimed when it dies'. He went into the living room and stuck the post-it on the screen of his computer. Some habits, he chuckled, just don't go away—he was almost sure he would remember it for as long as he wanted—after all he _wanted_ it, and that word now held paramount importance. He now knew the inflation field was limited to his own, and Mike's of course, living cells. Still, he wanted to do another test—he had the pen still in his hand, and concentrated all he could wishing it bent. Instead of that, he found himself squeezing it until it snapped in two. He almost laughed at himself. He rummaged through the drawer to find another pen, and wrote down 'Effect is restricted to living parts of me'. Then he added 'and Mike'. He stuck the post-it right beside the first one.
'I wonder' he said to himself. At first he considered wishing himself wings, but some reason remained, so Jan wished for an extra finger on his foot—after all if it could be done, it could be undone. As he suspected, nothing happened.
'Pity, I really wanted to try out wings' he said, to no one in particular. Truth be said, he wasn't surprised—he had no ideas what his body would have to do to get him working wings. In fact, the more he thought about it the less he wanted to see it happen, because he had a hunch, after this experiment failed, that the changing ability was limited to what human genes could do. He chuckled—it gave a whole new meaning to 'humanly possible'. He wrote that down, too. He went back to the kitchen, returning the post-it's to the fridge. Just then it hit him. He almost shouted out 'Hey, I can eat whatever I want and as much as I want'. Well, just as he thought of that, he realized it was probably not entirely true—he could probably still eat too much and just get sick, now that fat was out of the picture. That got him wondering. What is it like to be fat? Like really overweight? Nah, he didn't want to try that. But somehow, he always found a beer-gut strangely appealing. Maybe it's something genetical, he thought—like a signal of abundance of food, or that the man is a good provider? He had seen many a man with a big beer-gut fondle and stroke it, he even remembered how, as a kid he poked at his uncle's huge gut, fascinated how big it was. How did that feel? He made his abdomen pop out, and gave the stroking a try. Not bad. No, he really didn't like being fat. How about only a beer-gut. Big but tight? He went to the bathroom, he needed a mirror. He stood sideways, and watched his gut distend into a true veteran beer-drinker gut. He stroked it appreciatively. He couldn't feel anything of that razor sharp six-pack that was there not a few seconds ago. He felt it's weight pull him down a little, and how his belly button ended up two inches deep in the flab. Only it wasn't very flabby at all, but tight and hard, just like he wanted it. He bent forwards a little and discovered it looked bigger. He continued stroking it, his left hand soon joining his right. He squeezed it tentatively. Somehow, it felt arousing? Then he made it grow bigger, his 33” waistline growing more than double. It bulged immensely right beneath his pecs, and went down to his crotch, the curve like some kind of a big, partly inflated balloon. He had always disliked a bulge down there, but when it was this big he continued stroking, fascinated by the immense curve. He felt the weight pull him even more, and the curve get larger as he made it still grow further. It was quite uncomfortable being bent that way. Then he had an idea. He walked, or rather waddled to the bedroom. Jan knew he had a somewhat muscle-bound gait, but he was used to it, and it was even easy to adjust to the new size of his thighs, but this now huge belly offset his balance. He opened the doors of two built-in closets along the wall beside the bed, and they made a big enough full height mirror, out of the two mirrors fitted on the doors. Then, he sat in the middle of the bed, crossing his legs.
The position made his gut stick out immensely, and he started stroking it again, fascinated by the size of it, now it really looked like a balloon of some sort, under his skin. He untangled his legs, and spread them straight out, realizing they had obscured the view to this incredible bloated piece of his body. It looked even bigger now, and he made it still bigger. It became huge, bigger than any gut he ever saw, it curved immensely so that it started practically horizontal right under his pecs. Jan explored that angle, went over it with his hands, stroked the bloated sides, trying to lift it, feeling the huge weight, stuck his finger into the orifice left by his belly button. It was so huge, so inflated the feeling had made him half hard already, and he felt a full hard-on coming. He had to admit he was enjoying this, and deny it all he wanted, it was somehow so sexual. He shifted, pulling that weight in front of him, and pulled his cock out between his protruding gut and his right thigh, looking at his reflection in the mirror, and that huge gob of his flesh in front of him.
'Oh, heck, who am I trying to fool' he said to himself, realizing what he wanted. He made his gut grow slowly. By the second it became larger and larger, while he stroked it with his left hand. He felt his cock grow bigger too, as it approached stone-hardness, and started to fondle it and stroke it with his right hand, feeling how his growing gut pressed the shaft of his cock. Now fully hard, it extended to the side where he couldn't see it in the mirror. He felt his precum ooze, lubricating his stroking hand. His gut was now immense, it stuck right in front of him, almost like a huge ball, so big now Jan couldn't by far reach around it with one hand, it jutted upwards over his pecs, pressing into them, and over his thighs, and it was still getting bigger. It only made Jan want more, and it started growing faster, and so did Jan's stroking of it, and his cock. It grew further, Jan could see blood vessels under the distended skin, which soon became more distended, under the growing, perversely distended balloon-like flesh, it looked about ready to explode. Jan stroked it as far as he could reach, the size of it now obscuring his vision, laying his cock along the taut and hard surface, still stroking. He wanted it to grow as big as possible, and the thought made it suddenly grow three times faster, literally inflating itself, until it went up over Jan's pecs, and bulged so big Jan couldn't see over it. It pressed his legs down immensely, he wobbled from side to side trying to get his legs spread more, and long ago it became so huge there would have been no way Jan could stand at all, he started feeling how it held itself taut with it's own immense weight, there must have been a thousand pounds in it, and Jan was stroking it, and his cock, in a frenzy. He looked at his own gut still growing, but more slowly now in the mirror, so big he couldn't reach around with both hands, it looked like some overinflated baloon, completely round, and now over a yard across. The skin over it was stretched almost translucent, and it felt distended as far as it would go, the mass under it a huge tumescence, almost hurting, like it was having trouble holding itself together. Finally it stopped growing, over a yard and a half across, and that's when Jan came with such force that his cum shot over half the room, the subsequent gushes dribbling down his shaft, which he held stuck to the balloon of flab before him, so he rubbed his cum into it. When the frenzy finally subsided, Jan realized he was held upright by the mass of his impossibly huge gut. He looked at it's reflection in the mirror.
'Jan, you are really perverse' he said, looking at his hyperdistended gut reaching so far in front of him it went far further than his legs. He stroked and patted it a bit. He couldn't move, and the fascination with it was blunted.
He thought 'Well, enough of that', but continued stroking it while it started getting smaller quickly, and hastened to add 'but it was a good game'. He was glad that by some miracle the bed didn't crack. As it grew smaller, he continued stroking, let himself fall back, free of the weight. Soon it became a big beer-gut, and he held his hand on it, lying down flat on his back. It deflated fairly quickly, and in about two minutes he felt his six-pack abs suddenly emerge under his hand, it was as if the flab was being drained away. He tensed his abs and in a few more seconds he felt them appearing like sunken islands in an ebbing tide. He felt them cutting up, suddenly becoming as hard as ever and possibly even more. He ran his fingers up and down, producing a satisfying 'rrrr' noise.
'Wow, what a way to loose weight' Jan chuckled, feeling the ridges of his abdomen again, sticky from his cum. He looked up and almost freaked out.
'Oh fuck, can it be this long?' he shouted, lifting up his flaccid cock, which almost immediately started going hard again. He realized that in order to be able to keep his hand on his cock with that size of a gut, he had to have made it longer, in fact he remembered it slipping and how he wanted his hand to be able to reach it. He was glad it wasn't his arm that got longer, because now his cock was well on the way to full hardness, and it was longer than he imagined a cock could ever be, which made him considerably more hot than having one arm longer than the other.
In a few seconds his cock grew to steel hard. It was the same thickness as before, but now it was much longer, Jan kept stroking it all the time, while it was growing hard again, and now it must have been two and a half feet long, angry red-brown, the vein over it bulging, hard with a hardness Jan never felt before. He stroked it with both hands, holding it straight up, and then he let it fall towards him, making another fantasy into reality as he lifted his head, and pulled his cock towards him, it's two and a half feet easily reaching to his mouth. The head was so hard, and hot, Jan bent the shaft, and almost gobbled the head down. He felt his balls draw up, as he got one hand around them in his stroking. This was the first time he ever tasted his pre-cum and the very act got him well over the edge. He was already very sensitive, and it took him only three more strokes to cum with all his might right into his mouth, lapping what felt like pints of thick creamy manjuice. Amongst the feeling of an orgasmic earthquake, he felt the taste of his cum, hot, salty-sweet. It lasted again what looked like several minutes, and when he finally managed to calm down, his cock softening, he realized he was full.
'Great. Now I need another shower, and clean bedsheets.' Jan thought. He stood up, and walked around a bit, savoring the feeling of his cock, which now hung a bit above his knee, completely flaccid, flopping between his thighs. He went over to the still open closets, and looked at his reflection in the mirror on one of the doors, wiggling his butt to smack his cock between his thighs some more. He enjoyed it, and then kneeled down to pull out the bedsheets, feeling the head of his cock scrape on the carpeting, almost painfully. 'Now, that's an idea' he thought, chuckling inwardly because it brought another thought, a 'Wonder what other people would say' thought. He let his cock shrink back somewhat, and then he remembered the peculiar way Mike's cock would surprise him with it's growing capacity, and he thought it was a very good idea, it made the whole 'thing' much more manageable. He immediately felt his own cock going more flaccid than what he knew as flaccid, shrinking. He realized the only part of 'what other people would say' right now meant 'what Mike would say'. To get his mind from that particular question, he found a pen on his desk and added 'It's amazing what some genetic limits are” on one of the post-its. Come to think of it, he wanted to do some more experiments on that.
Mike was glad he finally got out of his lab. He went in as his old self, and now, even with the euphoria of his recent change he couldn't pretend things were looking good. In fact, his setup was ruined, and he had no idea what had actually happened, all of the logs since the last backup, and that was last week, were destroyed. The data he had told him nothing at all. In a way he was glad it was so, at least things were definitely on ice until he decided to come back, but then Mary, his secretary, told him some of the high-ups have been in this morning because they heard about the accident and that it didn't look good.
Mike had reasoned this wasn't anything like his life's work, but there was this nagging voice in his head telling him that even if he did stumble onto it by chance, it could have well been his life's work. He didn't want to think about that then, so he made himself appear quite pale, so much so that even Mary, who has seen him in some pretty bad states asked him if he was OK. Just about then Jan phoned in, asking for leave of absence, so Mike ended up going to the chief administrator, who surprisingly didn't make a fuss out of it, but made it a point of mentioning 'things didn't look good'. Mike had witnessed before the speed at which bad news could travel, and he wasn't surprised now. All the more reason to get away for a while. To top it all off, he called the garage to get his car taken to it. As usual, no one competent was in (if there were any competents there at all) and he just left a message to call him at his or Jan's number when they get the car to the garage. He was a bit surprised how he remembered Jan's number and wasn't even sure where he had seen it, but he guessed it was another product of the accident. Well, incident—accidents are usually something to be avoided, and if he knew what the consequences of the experiment were going to be, he had to admit he would never even have tried to avoid it. There was a little bit of guilt somewhere in that thought—he could see some logic in humans not being born with this ability, it just felt too good to have it. Then he went home, and gladly, not only because he put Jan's T-shirt back on in the car and let himself grow back to the 'new' Mike again, but it did help a lot.
When he finally closed the door to his apartment behind him, Mike let himself down into the easy chair, and closed his eyes. With all this happening he really needed a break. It took only a thought of what he and Jan had been up to last night and earlier this morning, and he was already starting to feel hot. At first he almost felt shame to be thinking like this with so many 'more important' issues, but then he realized he was on holiday, and so help him, he'll have the best holiday in his life. Then he thought of what Jan might be doing now, and felt the tingling feeling in his ears again. Soon, he felt his hardening cock press painfully into his balls, which were in turn crammed into his pants. Those used to be baggy on the 'old' Mike, which he used to his advantage when he popped an unexpected hardon, but now they were drum tight, and the hardon on the way right now was confined in a denim Alcatraz. Mike stood up and tried to take his pants off, but it was almost impossible. Of course he could make himself smaller, but he just plain didn't want to. He got another idea, and squatted suddenly, which produced a somewhat reluctant ripping sound.
The fabric of his jeans gave way, and suddenly he felt better, pulling his pants down together with his briefs, still fighting to get them over his thighs, but managing to do so in the end. His cock sprung up like it was spring-loaded the second the elastic went down over the head. Mike looked at it. He thought of the many times his extraordinary hard-on would make him embarrassed in public, and now it was even bigger. He thought of Jan who had almost doubled in size, and got an idea. How did it feel to have a smaller cock? He wished it, and his cock went to fully hard in a most peculiar manner—by getting smaller. It went down from an almost hard shaft the size Mike used to be steel hard, to Jan's previous size, which Mike guessed as being 8 inches, and steel hard. Mike laughed at the irony of the situation, and then gave it a few pulls, tentatively. He had to admit he rarely ever got that hard, and he liked the feel, but his stroking was all screwed up, he simply didn't know how to handle a smaller organ. He tried several ways but somehow it felt odd to him, although he had to admit it, it did feel so good to be this hard. He tried fondling his abs with his cockhead, but it just wasn't the same, it didn't reach the usual places. He let himself grow back to what he used to be. He remembered how he used to surprise even himself sometimes when he got really hard, he was sure on several occasions he was much bigger than he ever remembered himself be. Then he wished he got as hard as when he was smaller, no, as hard as possible. He felt his cock suddenly start throbbing angrily, while it practically inflated before his eyes, lengthening and then thickening.
He stood up quickly, trying to remember if there was some kind of tape measure in the house. His cock went rigid like never before, sticking up almost vertically, smacking into his abs and finally getting stuck in the bottom of the crevice of his pecs, as he bent down, rummaging in the kitchen drawers trying to find something to measure himself with. He didn't remember when he last did this, and the fact that he was going to now presented a huge thrill. Finally, he found a crinkled measuring tape, torn shorter at one end, and went back to the room, switching on all the lights, his cock, still throbbing despite being insanely hard already, tapping his abs. He really felt hard like never before, and he tried to bring his cock level with the floor, but it was difficult, because when he did that, he felt like someone had grabbed the whole area between his legs and was trying to rotate it forwards. It was such a strange feeling, verging on pain, but actually very pleasurable. Finally, he had to move his hips to get his cock almost level. He felt it over. It was literally engorged, and huge, even by 'new' Mike's standards. It was so hard that it had turned dark red, and the veins stood out on it finger thick, and they were too so engorged they were as hard as the shaft and as hot—it was like feeling a hot and lumpy steel rod. The skin was distended completely. Normally, even when extremely hard Mike retained some sort of foreskin ridge, but now it was stretched out completely, in fact the skin was completely unmovable. He barely managed to hold it down to stretch the tape, noting in wonder how thick the shaft had become, and the head had engorged itself double what it used to be. Mike stretched the tape measuring almost 15 inches, he had started off as his old self, and was now over three times as long compared to his previous flaccid measurement, and much thicker even than he used to be when fully hard before. He lifted his cock up, barely resisting to suck on the huge head which he could see visibly throb. He used to suck himself off when he was a teen, but somehow he just grew out of it—or he thought so. He looked right into the piss-slit, distended wide open, so much so that the skin around it was visibly paler. He tried to squeeze the head but it too was stone hard as the rest of his cock, and so incredibly hot. He was rewarded by several large drops of pre-cum. Mike was never an 'oozer', except when extremely aroused, and this certainly was the extreme of extremes. He smeared the pre-cum around the ridge of the cockhead, almost wincing in the pleasure/pain of touching it. He tried stroking the shaft, slowly. He continued doing it, looking straight down into the piss-slit which was right under his nipples, only momentarily stopping his stroking to smear some pre-cum over them. He took the T-shirt off completely, realizing he was holding the front up with his chin all the time, his now big pecs made that easy. He continued stroking his cock slowly, it must have lasted minutes, he simply couldn't get over the incredible feeling of it.
The more he did it, the bigger the head looked. Suddenly, he realized it was bigger—actually thicker, and a lot. He pushed his cock back down, and noticed the shaft was much thicker also, reaching around it with one hand gave him a completely different feeling. He still had the tape in his other hand, and decided to put it to good use. First he measured the length of his cock again, which was now just a bit over 15 inches, and then wrapped it around. A quick calculation confirmed his glee at what he was seeing and feeling—it was well over 3” across, and he let it back up. It slapped into the bottom of his pecs, sending a shudder of pleasure down the shaft and up his spine. He put the tape measure around his neck, the ends hanging across his pecs, and continued stroking it, shuddering in ecstasy at the feeling every unsuccessful attempt to bend it gave him. He was at it for several minutes, noticing that it finally stopped expanding, the feeling of hardness verging on very real pain. It felt like every free space in his cock was filled to bursting point with his churning blood, expanding it into a phallus of a sex god. Mike of course had other ideas about that. He wished it to his new size, and with this incredible hardness. It started growing immediately, becoming longer again, until he had to dislodge the head from his pecs. He bent it slightly outwards watching in absolute awe how it continued growing in length, the almost orgasmic feeling of additional distention made even stronger by the feeling of his balls assuming their new and larger size again, and then immediately started swelling as well. He felt his cock was bursting hard, he could barely hold it with his hand, but it was still getting bigger, until the lengthening stopped, the head reaching almost to his mouth.
'Oh my god, I'm going to cum just looking at it' he thought, taking the tape into his hands again, and stretching it over his ultra hard cock, the only way he could make a distance between it and his body was to lean backwards at the hips. He read off 23 inches, almost cumming when he noticed he could still see it getting thicker. He wrapped the tape around it and waited, barely containing himself, until it stopped stretching, his cock becoming 4 and a half inches across. It looked like some red-brown limb of a tree, topped by a head the size of a small melon He let the tape down, and tried to start stroking his gargantuan cock, but he could only do it with both hands. He could feel it still throbbing hard, together with his heart which was so loud he could actually hear it. He stroked very slowly, feeling he was close to a climax he would never forget, almost clumsily, because of the size and the unusual position it ended up in, feeling his now also huge balls swing with every stroke. He continued stroking, until he ended up rubbing the edges of his palms into the immensely protruding corona of the cockhead, pushing into it, from underneath, producing such a jolt of ecstasy, he almost fell to his knees. He did it only twice more, feeling the onset of orgasm, and then it came upon him with a vengeance, and his attempts to remain on his feet made him writhe and the orgasm even stronger. It was so strong he actually felt the hair on his neck rise, amongst a jumble of feelings which made him see stars, but at first although the cramping trying to spray his cum was almost unbearable, nothing came out of his cock. Then, after the second cramp, his jizz came out as a single narrow shaft of thick liquid, producing a clearly audible squirting noise.
It shot out with almost cutting force, splashing right into Mike's face, which made him open his eyes wide in utter surprise, only to catch another salvo in his hair. There were countless gushes, some of which must have splashed the ceiling, until he finally calmed down, shaking, still on his feet, and surprised at it. He looked at himself with a look of a child in wonder, his chest and his face utterly covered with cum, his cock still dribbling, only slightly less hard. He had made an utter mess of himself, but he decided it was worth it, wearing a Cheshire cat grin on his face. He went into the bathroom, and under the shower, waddling with his feet wide and his hips sticking in front of him, holding his tree-trunk manhood straight up, looking over the still impossibly huge head half of the time, and the other half looking down at his cock which was about ten times more reluctant in getting flaccid than it ever was before.
When Mike opened the valve, he was first hit by a blast of cold water, which instead of getting warmer started getting colder. Under the cold water his cock finally became softer, falling down slowly, until about half way it propped itself on the wall, and then oozed down getting more limp. Finally, it went limp enough to hang. To Mike it felt completely flaccid, but it was still large, not at all shriveled like it used to become. All that, however, was secondary to the most pressing realization that there was no hot water. He just let himself stand under the shower, letting the cum wash away. When he started lathering himself up, he wished someone would fix the boiler in the building, once and for all—he really needed that warm water. About halfway through washing, he suddenly noticed with a start the coldness of the water didn't really bother him any more. He didn't even shiver, and it must have been very cold—yet it didn't feel that way. He rinsed off quickly, and stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel. He rubbed himself down noting in passing his cock had gone to it's shriveled dimensions, and also noticing this warm tingle in his body. It lasted only a short while and then it was gone.
After dealing with some of the mess in his living room, Mike went over to the kitchen, and poured a pot of cold water. Then he opened the fridge, and took out a ton of ice that must have been lying around in the ice box for who knows how long, the cubes all stuck together in lumps. Mike never really had much use for ice, but now it would serve a good purpose. He put the ice into the pot, and added a few big lumps of salt.
Mike realized, smiling at himself, there was just no way he'd ever let go of being a scientist. Well, he'd actually call it just insatiable curiosity, and he was just trying to satisfy some of it right now. He mixed the ice and water for a while, until he saw that a lot of the ice had melted. Then he stuck his hand in it.
First, he felt the cold bite him, his joints starting to hurt. He wanted to feel warmer, and suddenly he did. It wasn't like the water was suddenly warm, because it wasn't—the ice was still there. He mixed the concoction with his hand at a leisurely pace, almost laughing at the fact it has actually started feeling nice and comfortable, even warm. He couldn't help laughing aloud at the thought of prancing around in a skimpy T-shirt and shorts in the middle of winter, there would be a lot of reasons people would be shooting glances at him. Then the phone rang.
Mike pulled his hand out of the water and turned to get the phone, when agony hit him. It was suddenly like he put his hand into a fire, and he pulled it up, screaming in sudden pain, while it became a single burn, the remaining water on it evaporating so he could actually see the wisps of vapor coming from it, and then all of a sudden, with a very strange feeling which for a moment almost made him sick, the pain was gone completely, and his hand looked as good a new. He was so startled he kept looking at it for several seconds until the fact the phone was still ringing filtered into his consciousness. He picked up the receiver.
'Mr. Wessell? I'm calling about your car it's been brought to us' said a voice on the other end of the line. Mike recognized the voice immediately—after all, he had experience. Ever since his car got into that garage, there was nothing but trouble with it, and there were no problems before. Truth be said, Mike wasn't a technical layman, he could have probably fixed half of the problems, but he either didn't have the time, or he went back because the repair was guaranteed—although it always ended in him paying for something or other.
'I'm told it won't start—we have looked at it and we'll need to' 'Oh, don't bother, I'll be right there in about ten minutes' Mike said. He laughed inwardly—if he was the old Mike that would just never have happened.
He was still looking at his hand, thinking how stupid it was to pull it out like that.
'But, you need not bother, we've just' 'Oh, no, it's no bother at all, believe me—I'll be right there' Mike reiterated. This was going to be interesting.
'But, the car is on the jack right now and' 'Never mind, I'll see you there' Mike said, putting down the receiver.
Interesting? No this was going to be fun, he thought, with an almost evil grin on his face. But first some preparation was in order.
First of all, this thing with his hand. How could have he been so stupid not to have seen it—it was generating heat to keep him warm. Of course, it's the only thing the body could do, when he pulled it out of he freezing water, the heat was no longer balanced with the cold, and the body just can't cool off like it can warm up, the heat just couldn't go away. He couldn't help but look at his hand, there was no trace of what had happened, and he guessed his hand had probably cooked itself through. He went over to his desk and wrote several notes in a notebook about this. It was a very real reminder he was still a mere mortal, that just got a lucky break. And mere mortals are entitled to their fun, which is exactly what he was going to have. 'Now, let's see' Mike thought. What he wanted was to look mad, bad and dangerous to know.
“Yo Wess! Wess!” There was a 'What?' shout from the other end of the shop. “Hey Wess, can you take this car over for a moment? It's that nerdy guy's piece of junk again, hell be coming over to see what we're doing any minute now. I've told him it's on the jack already”.
Wess Sadler was a big man, by any standards. He was about 6’2”, and a very stocky 230 pounds, with a slight beer-gut, a build which could only be likened to a bear. As if the fact he already had a mean air about him was not enough, he always looked even more intimidating in coveralls, hair unkempt, all greasy and dirty. To top it off he had an absolutely lunatic stare. All that meant he could subdue any nagging customer, and he knew it. In fact, everybody knew it so that's why Wess got all the problem cases.
“Ok, Al, but you owe me a beer” he said, moving over to Mikes car.
About ten minutes later Wess almost freaked out when the car moved. It happened once before to him, while he was under one, and he barely got out of there in one piece.
“What the fuck do you”
“They told me you are taking care of my car.”
“think you're” The words stuck in Wess's throat when he looked up from the floor. He had been lying with the board under his back, looking under the car, and as it moved off of him, he ended up subdued by the stare of a monster. It was leaning on the car with one hand, which was enough to push it a yard backwards, jack and all, exposing Wess's face, and to add to the confinement, a foot was right between Wess's legs. That hand was attached to the biggest arm Wess had ever seen, it was so big that the sleeves attempting to get around it were ripped up to the shoulder, attempting to accommodate the opposing bulges of the biceps and triceps. The arm was in turn attached to the biggest torso, one with chest muscles overflowing the T-shirt which was torn from the hem down, right down the gash between those huge muscles. And it was a huge T-shirt, because it was a completely huge monster—Wess felt himself as tiny as a child.
Looking further up, Wess found a young but rough looking face topped with longish unkempt hair, and framed by a three-day beard. There was a pair of gray eyes staring at him with a look of a lunatic, which held a clear message saying 'I could disassemble you into components, it's just that I don't think you're worth the time right now.—
“You forgot to pull the hand brake”'it' said. Wess looked down from that face, to the foot between his legs, noting the torn jeans trying to contain mammoth thighs, which even now writhed slowly in their confinement, outlining clearly an absolutely huge bulge inbetween them.
“That's very dangerous” the human monster said, flatly. Then it he moved, standing up. Wess looked up again.
“I'm told you are going to fix it properly this time” the man said with a voice which made Wess's stomach clench. While under the car he saw the usual jury rig job they did when they found a milking-cow sucker who kept coming back, to make him continue coming back.
Wess nodded, still looking up. He noticed the man was holding a big wrench in his hand, and there was a nice and neat knot tied in it. Wess gulped, and wanted to crawl back under the car and hide there. He lowered his eyes, and somehow ended looking the bulge between those pillar-like thighs. Wess thought there wasn't a man born that could scare him, and right now, he was scared stiff—in fact this was more than an accurate description, Wess felt his cock starting to get stiff in his pants—this has never happened to him, and the surprise at his reaction made him become even stiffer, and that nearly freaked him out of his skin.
'Good. It would be inconvenient if I had to come back again' Wess realized he was holding his breath, and let it out croaking a 'Well, it's nothing really serious' that last 'serious' sounding more like choking. He suddenly realized this was what it feels like to have your shit freeze in your ass.
'I'll be back for the car later.' The man said turning around. He made a step, and just when Wess thought he could breathe again, he turned back. “Sorry about the wrench, I just had to give my hands something to play with while I was waiting. Put it on the bill”.
A second later, the man was gone, and Wess finally breathed in, only to let his breath out in a form of a shout.
“Alyoufuckingidioticsonofabitch!!!” Mike had almost jumped up in the air when he finally got out of that garage, but managed to sustain himself only because he had to muster all his will not to allow himself a raging hardon over flaunting himself in public like this. He was elated, almost intoxicated with what he had made himself to be for this little episode. First he decided he needed an unkempt 3-day beard, and it grew in seconds. Then he decided to make himself grow until he was seriously muscle-bound. He tore Jan's T-shirt at the sleeves and around his neck, he was sure Jan couldn't wear it with his new size anyway, and made himself grow until he filled the shirt until every move would produce a minute further ripping of the rips he made himself. He let his swelling thighs and calves rip his jeans further, and the feeling of his huge muscle brought another hardon which poked out through one of the rips on his jeans, quite painfully bent down. He went to the mirror, considering whether he should put on some shades. He looked at himself. Muscle bound didn't even start to describe the condition, he thought, looking at his growing cock making a rapidly enlarging bulge down the remains of the leg of his jeans. Mike barely resisted the urge to flex, shout out and start hitting himself on the chest, but he remembered it as a good idea for some later time. However he indulged himself in measuring his arms, which became a gargantuan 25 inches around. He tried to measure his chest but the old tape wasn't long enough. It really took all self control to attempt getting his hardon down.
In the end, what he was about to do, and that was give those incompetents in that garage a really good telling, kept giving him a hardon all the way to there, until he wished his cock not to have a hardon, because it became so big it kept getting tangled in the steering wheel, and he didn't really want to cause an accident because of people seeing him that way. He had some ideas on letting that hardon become blatantly visible, he was after humiliating someone into learning a lesson about conning people countless times, although he barely resisted adding the twist of making the humiliated man sexually aroused over a man in front of his peers, he decided he wasn't going to be that cruel, remembering how he had felt in the same situation. All the way, driving in the car, he had chuckled at the wish he had made—he had never thought he would want a cock that couldn't get hard in this life. However, he didn't miss a single opportunity to tense his newly huge muscle, enjoying how his lats pressed into his triceps, and his pecs into his biceps, and his thighs into each other, bringing his huge genitals poking out in front of them, in the form of a huge bulge in his briefs, under his half-torn jeans. It was quite difficult to fit into Jan's car, but regardless of that he loved every second of the drive. Finally, when he came to the garage, he could see they had considered bull-shitting about something or other, but thought better of it and just pointed him to the car. Then, he saw this big wrench, and he just couldn't contain himself any more—he wanted to test his strength, and he just started bending it. Wishing to be strong enough made him strong enough, it was a very strange feeling—he didn't grow, but there was a subtle change, and slowly, because it wasn't easy, he tied it into a knot, the chrome-vanadium alloy giving way with a high pitched, muffled squeak, trying to oppose the force his hugely bulging pecs and bis created. He heard the overtortured T-shirt produce several more faint ripping sounds, and he just couldn't resist looking at his biceps bulge until he thought it would pop. He barely resisted the urge to stroke that immense bulge by forcing himself into 'scientific mode'. The exertion did leave him breathing hard, the ever vigilant scientist Mike had calculated he had produced something on the order of half a ton of force. It immediately gave him another idea to try out later.
After this little episode he was sure the car was going to run flawlessly for years. Anyway, it was time to get back to Jan's place. Half way there, he got a better idea—after all they had agreed on some privacy time, he didn't want to barge in. His place was on the way anyway, so he stopped by and used the phone.
Jan was now sure this morphing ability which he and Mike had been suddenly endowed with was limited to what would be possible to humans, however, with the added dimension of almost unlimited supply of materials and energy. However, it was not that simple—some things ran on automatic, it seemed, while others, more specific, needed a lot of thought before attempted. Some things, it seemed, were simply impossible—at least for now. If the body didn't somehow know how to achieve them, they just wouldn't happen. About an hour ago he had decided to stop being a hedonist, having satisfied himself sexually several times, and decided to try more constructive things. As a result, he now knew he could remember anything if he wanted to—in fact he had memorized several pages of one of the dictionaries he had, and he could quote from those. It took a little longer to recall after about half an hour, but once he started, he could just go on. But what he was actually most interested was biology. First of all, he could see much better in the dark, but not overly so. In the same way he augmented his hearing and quickly wished it back to normal because of the constant noise he was hearing, from just about anything—what a way to learn the meaning of 'noise pollution'. One thing which he did retain, was true 20-20 vision, chuckling how he teased Mike about it. He also tried changing his skin color, and while he could get it lighter, he couldn't get it to be any darker than deep brown, certainly not ebony dark. Pity, he really wanted to try ebony. He reverted back to the tan Mike gave him, it really did look good. He walked over to his room again, rubbing his shoulders against the doorframe. That rub carried a special feeling and it gave him another idea to try—but just then the phone rang.
Mike was having the time of his life. He had noticed the guy ogling the second he had stopped the car, and it continued while he was getting out, which Mike had to admit, must have been a show. The guy's eyes just went to Mike's body while he was stopping the car, and just never left it. He was a cute black haired little stud, about 5’7”, nice tight body, and those ogling eyes were a fantastic deep blue. Mike decided it was high time he enjoyed some attention. As he moved into the building, the guy followed, passed beside him as he sat in one of the chairs, and he could just feel the stare passing over every inch of his body, from the bend in the hallway. He took great care to give the guy something to look at, standing up and walking back and forth, strutting there in his torn clothes. Then he decided to make it a bit more interesting for him.
“Come here” he said. Nothing happened, the guy flinched, but he was still standing there, in front of the elevator.
“Come on, you've been waiting for the elevator the last five minutes, you're not fooling anyone”. The guy turned, and there was very evident fear in his eyes, but also curiosity. For a moment there, Mike thought the guy was going to freak out and run, so he added “Hey, I don't bite. And I like being looked at”, facing straight to the guy and strutting, spreading his lats a bit and tensing his thighs and arms. He also made his pecs jump when he could see the guy was ready to start drooling. Then the guy took a tentative step towards Mike, and stopped, looking at him with a pleading look. Mike beckoned for him to get closer, and as the guy complied, and came nearer, Mike noticed he was young—early twenties, 21, 22? A beautiful young man. He stopped about a yard from Mike, rising one hand, and then pulling it back, right before almost touching Mike's chest. He looked up at Mike and then down, avoiding Mike's eyes. He muttered something, it took Mike a second to realize it was a “Oh my God”.
Jan had almost laughed his ass of while in the elevator. Mike had called with the idea that they go to a gym, and Jan stopped himself just before uttering 'but we had our last workout yesterday', realizing how funny it would have sounded, and remembering Mike's words about getting out of the routine life.
Keeping to any kind of routine was something they would probably forget about very soon. However, the real laughs started when Mike said he wanted them both to strut their stuff a bit, to which Jan must have laughed for five minutes, until his abdomen hurt, remembering how the 'old' Mike wouldn't be caught dead doing that. However, to say the idea wasn't a good one would have been a blatant lie.
Jan had just stepped out of the elevator, when he got an interesting surprise to deal with. Right there, in the middle of the lobby, was a even more huge version of Mike, being ogled at and touched by a tight little kid with a good butt, the kind that would stick to Jan like flies if he allowed it. He almost laughed aloud when Mike flexed his arm, to let the kid feel it, but felt his loins tingle as well. 'Well, well, Mike my man, a lot of progress compared to that guy that hid under those oversize sweats, and obviously you have decided to start strutting your stuff early', Jan thought. He watched a while as Mike gave the kid a guided tour of his body, evidently not caring too much if someone was looking from outside—but this was a quiet part of town, so no one was. Which was exactly right for the prank Jan just had to pull.
He watched the show, he knew this was just play, but he admitted to himself he was feeling a bit jealous. It was funny, really—after all, he was that young once, he thought, looking at that beautiful little stud feeling Mike's lats, which were extended like wings in a lat pose—he could actually hear the slight ripping sound the T-shirt Mike was wearing made when he flexed. At that age, he would have given anything for a chance to feel a body like that little beauty was feeling now. Jan could feel how his cock slowly extended up his spandex gym shorts just from looking at Mike, noticing the three-day beard, and he realized it wasn't only Mike, the worshipping Mike was getting was turning him on. His shorts were so tight he had to make himself smaller to be able to put them on, making himself large again the second he did, of course. As a result they were literally as tight as if they had been painted on him. Because his waist hadn't increased, the only less tight part was where he had pulled his cock—sideways and up, right to the elastic, and now it was becoming huge, and the only way it could go was up. Jan had been worshipped this way in his time, and he did like it to a certain level. Right now that boy was licking Mike's flexed biceps, fondling Mike's pecs. Jan remembered how he liked those touches, the fascination of someone with his muscle, when that someone would touch and feel every inch of his body. He didn't want a groveling weakling, just a man who knew how to touch.
Now he discovered looking at it being done turned him on immensely. He let the bag he was carrying down onto the floor, taking care not to make any noise, and quietly got closer, well aware both guys hadn't noticed him, which was not at all surprising, considering what they were up to. The little guy had moved to licking the crevice between Mike's pecs, which had become completely exposed, the T-shirt ripping down with Mike's flexing. Jan could see the sheen the tongue bath gave those huge hard mounds of flesh, and noticed Mike holding the guy's hand in his, rubbing the bulge of his crotch, the remains of the jeans drum-tight over it. Jan was already hot as a stove, his cock now fully hard, waving in front of him, a huge mast of maleness. The little stud was so absorbed, he wiggled that perfect butt, as if begging to have something done with it, and Jan needed no better invitation. He felt that pang of jealousy but thought of a strategy to get rid of it—'if you can't beat them, join them'. Mike suddenly saw the super hot stud which was giving him a tongue bath gasp in surprise. A voice said: “Er, excuse me that's my man you're touching” Both Mike and the guy looked up. The guy screamed, and ran out, stumbling, like there was an angry swarm of wasps after him. Both Jan and Mike looked after him for seconds.
“Now look what you have done” Mike started, turning to Jan. Then his mouth dropped open.
“Sorry” Jan said, looking genuinely sorry, but Mike noted it was an utterly different way to look sorry. “I wanted to have some fun but I guess I was a bit jealous. Sorry” he said.
Mike was looking at Jan, but Jan had grown this morning, and Mike had barely adapted to his size. But this was super-Jan. In front of him was the man with absolutely the widest shoulders on this earth, which also meant the widest pecs.
A muscle shirt was containing this incredible torso which tapered immensely into Jan's waist which was unchanged, so the taper was just out of this world. As before, everything had absolutely perfect proportion. Incredible proportion, but it was just beautiful. Those huge arms, the big pecs, like slabs of granite, covered by that right amount of fur Mike now found even more arousing than before. Big shoulders and traps, huge thighs, an absolutely fantastic body, topped off by a pouting face. It was still all Jan, the man Mike loved. And, desired. Right now. Jan's cock was absolutely huge now, reaching right up over his pecs, just at the level of Mike's mouth. For this occasion, just like everything else about Jan, perfect. Mike felt that tingle in his ears, and unzipped his pants, pulling his out his already throbbing member. Then he took to sucking on Jan's.
“Jesus Mike, someone might come in any second” Jan started, but Mike silenced him by squeezing his cock and strategically poking his tongue under the corona of Jan's big cockhead. Mike did a full circle around it with his tongue, holding the fiercely hot shaft with one hand, and groping Jan's pec with the other, which made Jan produce a sound like purring. Mike pulled off for just a second.
“I don't care. I want you now” he said.
He went back to the job at hand with a vengeance, feeling Jan squirm in pleasure. Mike's cock was fast on it's way to fully hard, and he heard Jan mutter a “Oh God”. Then he felt Jan's arms over him, going up and down his chest and arms, and then he felt his cock being pulled up. A second after that, while he was sucking Jan's pre-cum, he felt his cock growing longer, until he saw it snake up Jan's pecs. He was sure his eyes must have bugged out, as he looked at it going up, before he could even think about it, he saw Jan's arm reach for it, then felt Jan's arm grab it, and then he almost fell on his knees when he felt Jan's mouth on it. In seconds they had adjusted to each other, and Mike felt his shoulders widen against the fabric of the T-shirt which he was wearing, realizing from now on he was going to go through doors sideways, and that was all that took him over the top, he felt his balls move up his shaft, and then he started cumming. His whole body was shaking, as he felt his shoulders and lats rip the T-shirt apart, he grabbed and groped Jan's pecs, and then his arms, which suddenly appeared in his viewfield, feeling the huge head of Jan's cock press into his mouth. He almost gagged, trying to look up into Jan's face, and when his eyes went up, he saw his cock swollen to incredible and unearthly size, Jan sucking on it, holding it to his lips with both hands. Seeing his own cock becoming so big it must have extended to the level of his face extended Mike's climax until it was almost unbearable. His hands went down Jan's immense shaft, and found the huge ballsac, distended over swollen sex glands the size of tennis balls. He grabbed onto them, and squeezed. All he heard was Jan wince, and then moan. Just as Mike had stopped cumming, he felt the back of his mouth being lashed by spurts of Jan's cum. He suckled at Jan's cock like mad, stroking it, squeezing it, as volley after volley went into his throat, synched with his swallowing. Jan moaned with every squirt, rising himself on his toes, thrusting his cock into Mike's mouth.
Time had lost all sense. The sensations Mike could have said he was aware of, were of both of them still sucking on each other's cock, leaning into one another. Neither had let even a single drop of cum go to waste. They were both starting to go soft. A few seconds later, their tongues were together, all sticky from their combined cum, sharing a long kiss, and a hug. It took a long time until Mike could speak again. However, it was Jan that actually spoke first.
“Man, your cock is as wide as a log” he said.
“And please, the next time, instead of making it longer, couldn't you just make me taller?”
“You know it wouldn't have happened if you didn't allow it” Jan said. He was of course right, but the 'condition' had already been remedied. Ah well, Mike thought, he could always undo the remedy “One of these days we should do some more experimenting with making it bigger, don't you think?” Mike said, Jan chuckling at it.
“But right now, let's go play in a gym” Mike finished.
“I thought you'd never ask” Jan said.
The day looked like one of those quiet ones when Tom started his shift behind the gym desk. Right now, it looked like he's never going to forget this day.
First of all, out of the blue, around half past four, in the middle of 'slumber-hour' in this gym, the door opens, and in comes a properly big man, for a change. In fact, as Tom looked up, and then down, and then up again, and then sideways, this guy was probably bigger than Marc, the undisputed king of size, and the so far biggest man Tom ever saw anywhere. Certainly, this man looked wider than Marc, in fact, he looked the widest. To top it off, he had a face Tom barely held back from giving a tongue bath, sort of ruggedly innocent, with brown-blond hair, and a sexy 3-day beard of the same color. Just when Tom finished the appraisal, the door opened again, and in came an even larger man, well, taller, with the same incredible proportion, and a face of a model. Now this man was certainly bigger than Marc, and he spoke with a deep voice, oozing with testosterone might.
“What will a workout cost in this place?” Tom usually stood at the counter, but now, he had to prop himself onto it, because he was feeling queasy at the knees with all this muscle-he-man display in front of him.
“Eight dollars… each?” he hazarded. The larger bent down and gave Tom a display of his huge pecs mounding so big they stretched the muscle shirt he was wearing until Tom could hear it groan. He pulled a twenty dollar bill out of the recesses of his bag, and handed it over. It looked positively insignificant in the hand holding it. Tom kept looking from the bill, to the hand, and up to the shoulder and back down again, feeling his crotch tingle. Finally he took the bill, when he heard the 'cough' of the smaller… well, less big, man.
“Were are the lockers around here?” the man asked, and all Tom could do was just absent-mindedly point in the general direction. He had to will himself with all his might to get the change from the till, but before he could, the bigger guy just said 'Keep it, buy your self something to eat, you need to fill out a bit.', and patted Tom on the shoulder with a pat of a bear. Need to fill out?!
Tom had spent years building his body, and he wasn't small but then he realized he was, compared to those two.
Since they came in, not 15 minutes have passed, and most of the other people that were in were literally scared off, except a few that just lingered around and ogled. Those were the usual competition, and Tom had to admit he felt jealous, after all, this was his turf and hunting ground. Marc may have been the king, but he was the gamekeeper and right now the catch of the century was right here. He took every opportunity to look into what those two giants were doing, and when he saw what they were up to, he just had to do it—he phoned up Marc.
'Marc, it's Tom' he said, with a very serious tone, knowing Marc wouldn't be thrilled at the call.
'What do you want…' he heard Marc's voice, but he interjected.
'Marc, there are two absolutely huge giants here, one bigger than the other… I think they are even bigger than you, and the weights they are handling are incredible' Tom said. There was a silence from the other end. Then, there was a 'I'm coming', and a click. Tom could barely contain himself, the three largest men on this earth were soon going to be in one place, with him around. If he knew Marc, this was going to be one muscle pumping and flexing fest to be remembered. Tom felt his cock start swelling at the thought, and barely containing himself, went to look what those two were up to. From the moment Mike put on one of Jan's muscle shirts and tight gym shorts on, needing to wish himself smaller to accomplish that, and of course growing back the second he managed to put the things on, he knew a large part of the person he used to be was lost forever. The 'old' Mike would never have even gotten the idea to go to the gym with the intention of showing off, much less dressed for the occasion. Jan, however, delighted in the thrill of what they were about to do, in fact he said a large part of the thrill was watching Mike do the showing off.
Good thing they decided not to go to their gym, after all, one does not appear altered beyond anything possible a day after they left looking, well, 'normal'—although that sex oozing exit they performed yesterday could hardly be called normal. They both agreed they will not burn their bridges in that manner. In addition, they agreed they will keep this little trip in the realm of decency (much as the notion of it changed in the last 24 hours or so), and not morph 'in public' unless they are both in it together or in case of an emergency—it was too easy to get carried away, and this way they would keep each other in check until they knew better what they are dealing with. Both Mike and Jan actually knew what that was really about—they needed to get over playing with themselves, but they agreed they'll do that somewhere in private. The gym wasn't such a place, and besides, the point was to lift weights. If it was difficult, the body would adapt—unless there was a 'standing' order preventing it to—and it seemed that this 'wishing' thing that happened also could do 'standing orders', at lest Jan maintained it could. Both of them were after a serious pump, and that would have been impossible with the body adapting to make the weight easy to lift, although Mike was really tempted to do that just to see what he would turn into. The look Jan gave him while they were discussing these ground rules was enough to tell him they were bound to try that some time soon, with or without the actual weights.
They picked a gym Jan used to go to years ago, and headed across town. The place had changed a lot, Jan said, and it seemed it changed owners—it looked different and had a different name. A perfect setting for a little fun. They both got out of the car and entered the premises.
The first thing Mike saw when they entered was this cute buff blond guy at the counter. Mike could actually feel the incredulous stare check out every inch of him. It was incredible how opportunity presented itself at every corner all of a sudden—Mike could see the guy barely containing himself from slurping, although he did purse his lips, so it was Mike's turn to contain himself from strutting, or rather strutting too much. Only a day ago, Mike would have admired this guy's beautifully built and toned body from afar. He wasn't huge, but he was built, and very well at that. A day ago, Mike would have wished to look like that, and/or to be in bed with a guy like that. He remembered the name on the badge—Tom. Good thing Jan came in then and offered some meaningful conversation. What looked like seconds after that, they were both hitting the weights.
Jan knew they had made an impact the second they entered—that buff little stud named Tom, as his badge said, ogled at Mike, and then positively devoured them both with his blue-eyed stare. He knew the type—the 'close to the source' kind of guy. No doubt the guy was gay, and not afraid to drop hints. That, of course, was just the start—when they hit the weights, all eyes became glued to them—well, that was not surprising—after all you don't see two guys that dwarf any pro take turns in doing warm-up bench presses with about 400 pounds every day!
There were a lot of muffled Ahs, Ohs and Wows and a lot of head turning. The crowd was scarce, and it was actually the setting Jan preferred. He couldn't stop looking at Mike, and it was obvious it went both ways. There seemed to be no limit to the weight they could lift, but regardless of their power, the weight had to be lifted by some serious muscle flexing—and right now, Mike's pecs looked not only like they were going to burst through the shirt, but through his skin. They literally puffed up from those thick slabs into ready to burst shapes made of four huge cable-like fingers of flexed muscle. Jan could barely resist running his hands over them. When it was his turn, he could see the same devouring look in Mike's eyes. Lifting the weight wasn't exactly easy, it was strange, Jan had to put real effort in it, but it seemed like he could go on forever, he didn't even have to breathe harder. He saw Mike move out of eyeshot, towards the dumbbell rack, and the second he did, a short man with black hair that had been ogling from the second Jan lay on the bench approached.
Jan remembered this was by no means a gay gym, unless this had also changed, but somehow, right now the audience was all male. The guy's eyes were stuck at his pecs, Jan had actually trouble looking over them to notice the fact—he had done something like 20 reps and was sporting a nice pump already, it made his pecs puff up so much even he was surprised. They felt so heavy and full, Jan just had to give them a stroke with his hand.
Finally, he cranked out six more reps, and with perfect form. He lay there for a second, and then stood up and added more weight. He wasn't actually sure the bar was going to hold, it was already arched beyond anything he ever saw. As he added the weights he heard the man mouth a muffled 'impossible'.
'What is?' Jan asked, well aware he was giving into a hedonistic urge.
'Oh nothing' The man said, but obviously thought Jan's look demanded a better answer, and added 'I thought you would need a spotter, but I don't think anyone could attempt to spot you with that weight' 'I think I can handle it safely' Jan said, and proceeded to actually do that, right beneath the guy's incredulous stare, taking care to tense all his muscles with the weight in the top position, to give him something to ogle at, and without fail, he did, shaking his head in disbelief and muttering something.
'Jesus, you must be the strongest man on this planet' the guy uttered, shaking his head.
'No I'm not yet' Jan said, enigmatically, eyeing the man. He could have been Jan's age or thereabouts, late twenties or early thirties, and what Jan could see was nicely thick-muscled, the way only short guys manage to pull it off. He must have been a foot shorter than Jan, and standing before him, his eyes came right to the middle of Jan's pecs. Jan moved a bit closer to him, and the guy eyed him down and up again. Jan looked down, and he could see a barely perceptible bulge of the guy's cock—but Jan had a trained eye, in a manner of speaking, and that bulge could have looked that way only if that cock was rigid.
Jan smiled inwardly, managing to keep a straight face, and offered a hand.
'I'm Jan' he said. The guy looked quite shocked at the introduction, and Jan took the opportunity to let his eyes hunt for Mike, and noticed he had business of his own. That front desk boy was literally devouring Mike's biceps which turned into incredible mountainous peeks of flesh as he curled with a set of absolutely gargantuan dumbbells. Jan could see Mike looking at his improbable peaks in the mirror with a look of incredulity only a fraction milder than that of the kid, and Jan took seconds to unstick his gaze off it as well, completely understanding and enjoying the fascination.
'Er Ben. Nice to meet you' the guy in front of him said, helping Jan to shift his attention away from Mike displaying himself. It took a lot of Jan's concentration to keep the familiar tingle in his crotch at bay. Jan looked down again, and noticed Ben couldn't stop staring at his arm. Then Ben looked up, it was almost like a flinch.
'You have the absolutely biggest arms I ever saw, what are they, 26” around? My god, I can't believe it's real!—
'I don't really know how big it is, as a matter of fact, but I can tell you it is indeed absolutely real' Jan said, chuckling. Ben just looked at it with fascination, and Jan tensed it only a bit for emphasis, which brought a sigh from Ben.
'Want to touch it?' Jan asked, deciding to cut the preliminaries.
'Oh, man, no I mean yes, but I wouldn't want you to think I'm like, you know' 'What, gay?—
Ben looked down. Jan said 'I am, is that a problem?' Ben was still looking down.
'Look, I'll go on with my workout, and I have no problem with you sticking around that is if you want it. If you decide you'd like to give me a squeeze, I won't mind, not at all.' Jan said. Normally, he wouldn't have come out like that except when he was sure it was already obvious. It was such a thrill being able to say this outright—after all, who could do anything about it? He noticed the rest of the audience suddenly left on their own business, probably catching the whiff of what was going on between him and Ben. He looked around, and found Mike doing lat pulls. Mike had in Jan's opinion very good potential, and he had a pleasing shape even before this adventure started. Now, this shape was even better, and developed fantastically. Looking at Mike's lats puff up was a purely sexual delight. He knew that Tom guy was having a good time, and so was Mike, evidently. All that left the dumbbells free, and Jan decided to put them to good use.
To Mike, this sudden attention felt absolutely exhilarating. He kept lifting more and more, his muscles seemed to be impossible to tire, but he was beginning to breathe faster, and he couldn't believe the pump he was getting. He had started doing biceps curls with a weight he was only dimly aware existed before, and he had done so many reps—he just kept going on and on, barely being able to believe how his biceps kept on expanding with the pump. He moved on to bigger dumbbells, flexing his biceps into peaks so big even he was afraid they would pop through his skin. He had moved to a set of absolutely huge dumbbells which were clearly rarely used if at all, he could actually see they were dusty. He noticed that buff Tom stud from the front desk ogling, and he decided to give him a proper show. He cranked out rep after rep, until the two veins over his biceps pumped up with his blood into hard finger thick tubes. Mike had to consciously will his cock to remain flaccid at the thrill of his own show, but he could see a hefty bulge form in Tom's shorts, running down the left pantleg.
Finally, Mike stretched a little, and then flexed his biceps, as if for himself, looking in the mirror. He flexed hard, not entirely believing the size his arms became, they were bigger by half than his thighs used to be only a day ago, and those peaks were unbelievable—the skin over them shined, it became that much stretched. He stroked the bulging biceps of his right hand with his left palm, it was hard as steel, and he tensed and relaxed it a little, making it throb. He barely resisted licking his engorged biceps. Then he flexed the other arm as well, noticing clearly the wince that came from Tom, who was still ogling behind him. Unfortunately, the supply of dumbbells was exhausted, but Mike wanted to try something else anyway, so he moved on to the lat.
He had done his first set with the whole stack, and as he pulled, grunting, he could hear clearly the grunts coming from Tom, still behind him. He finished the set, feeling his arms lifted up by the pump of his lats. But of course, he was after a pump the likes of which were never seen before. He pulled the stack pin a bit outwards, and strutted over to the plate rack, took a 50lb plate and hung it on the pin. He started his set, when he saw Tom get in front of him, and first beckon and then ask him to stop. He wanted him to take the weight off because he was afraid the machine would get damaged, but finally desisted and told him not to add any more. Mike clearly saw him hiding the bulge in his shorts, which was now really big, and throbbing, by putting his hands in front of it, but of course, that was very conspicuous, and obviously intended that way. Mike continued pumping, breathing in and out, pulling slowly, which made his pecs stick out in front of him like a shelf every time he pulled the bar down. All of a sudden, he felt another presence behind him. He finished the set, stood up and turned around.
Behind him, beside Tom, was a true giant, just as big as Mike now was. He was dressed in a muscle shirt and shorts just like Mike, and from what Mike could see, this chocolate-colored hunk of prime beef could match him inch for inch, and that included the bulge between the pillar-like thighs. Tom was on the way to heaven, at least the heaven he imagined—full of incredibly huge muscular men ready to flex and strut for him. Right now, the way to that heaven included two incredibly huge men. Tom almost thought 'only two' but those two looked like they had all the muscle in the world on them. And there was a third somewhere around as well.
When Tom first saw Marc, he thought he was hallucinating—there was just no way something like Marc could have existed. But he soon found out Marc was very real. Marc was a black-white mixture that seemed to have the most outstanding qualities of both, from his toes right up that impossible body, to that gorgeous face topped by atypically straight crew-cut black hair. He was huge beyond anything Tom ever laid his eyes on, until this day. He had a shape which could be described as he-man in flesh, and that included every bit of him. Marc called himself straight, which in his vocabulary meant 'fuck whoever can take it and not be fucked yourself'. He also called himself 'top of the muscle chain'. For Tom, all that meant eyes were not the only thing Tom laid on Marc, it was just about every part of Tom's body. In fact, Tom was Marc's favorite. Marc would fuck anyone that would worship his body, and he always said that only a man knows what a man needs—and Tom was an expert in feeling and squeezing those 5” thick slabs of pec muscle, and groping those flexed 26” arms while Marc would flex that he-man cock up in Tom's bowels. Tom was one of the rare that could take that fucking willingly. Marc was hung as a mule and was obsessed with all his muscles which included the sex muscle as well. This meant he was equally avid with making himself bigger down there, as he was with the rest of his body.
When excited, that cock swelled to 13 inches long, and it would become steel-hard adding two inches more in length and swelling to a huge girth while he fucked Tom just as he wanted it—senseless. Even soft, Marc's cock was over 10” long and he took great care to display that fact, which in fact he was doing right now, wearing the tightest shorts imaginable which displayed a long bulge down his bulging thigh. He was taking turns with this impossibly huge stranger, going through each and every exercise the stranger was doing, matching rep for rep, weight for weight. Occasionally one would do a rep more and the other would match that, or even increase it. To start off with, Marc arrived already sporting a pump, which didn't surprise Tom at all, in fact he counted on it.
Then, the two giants proceeded to compete on the lat machine, then they did leg extensions, then they used the hack with so much weight the poor thing was visibly bent under it. Tom was so hot over the looks of those two, he barely contained himself from cumming into his shorts, which visibly tented out, his raging hard-on completely evident to everyone. Tom couldn't care less, were he not preoccupied with bulging his eyes at the impossible shapes those two were attaining with so much pumping, he would have freed his manhood of it's confinement and jacked it off right there. Half through the show, Marc took his shirt off, exposing his torso, glistening with sweat. Then both went back to the bench, and started lifting that bar, loaded with countless pounds of iron, left there by the third giant—No one had dared take the weights off. Tom ogled, no doubt moaning below breath, while these two continued taking turns through who knows how many sets. Half way through, the stranger took his shirt off as well, but it stuck below his pecs, so he actually had to rip it off. For a moment they both stood eyeing each other. Tom had never seen Marc so pumped up, and the other man matched that, if not even topped it. The muscles on both bulged like they were flexed, and they were not, although they did tense them, trying to look bigger than the other, and they already looked like someone stuffed those muscular bulges with balloons.
Finally, they moved some of the weight off the bar, in complete synch, one moving off the plates on the left side and one off the right, and started doing triceps extensions. Both had pumped up their pecs so big they had trouble bending their neck enough to get their head out of the way of the bar. Marc's chest was so high he couldn't see over it lying on the bench, and it inflated even further when he'd breathe in. Then the stranger would take his turn, and Tom's eyes would glue to the a sea of pec muscle before him, and drift to the triceps flexing until he thought it would sprout additional heads. After that, they moved on to using the biggest dumbbells available to do flies, and again they went on and on. Finally, they moved back to the bench, and the stranger took the bar and started curling those biceps again. Marc was not to be intimidated. By the end of the set, they started adding small plates, daring each other to lift more, but all the time they never said a single word. By the end of set four, they were both pumped up incredibly, the second they would let the weight down, they had to assume a posture with legs spread, and their arms would lift up automatically, with the pump in their backs and triceps. The stranger sported a network of veins Tom had never seen the likes of, and Marc's became so big over his forearms, they looked like someone tied him up with ropes. One would put the weight down, and the other would strut and flex his biceps lightly, teasing the other. All their muscles bulged all the time, like they were flexed. And they went on. Finally, when Tom thought they were going to continue until one stopped either because he would drop or pump up so much he'd burst, they both stopped, looking at each other.
They were all sweaty, and pumped up so much that Tom thought another rep would make the skin rip over those insanely big muscles. They stood there, looking like they were doing a side chest, lat and a kind of double biceps pose all at once, and in fact they weren't flexing at all. Then came the first words, from Marc.
'Tom here' he said, panting, and tilting his head towards where Tom was standing (Tom could have added 'in a puddle of his drool' to that), 'says you're bigger than me'.
Tom looked at one, then the other. Then he remembered the third. 'But there's a' he started, but Marc looked at him with a look that clearly stated 'I'm doing the talking here'.
'There's only one way to test that' Marc said, and turned, or rather, maneuvered, to face Tom. 'Get the key to the posing room'. Tom first looked at him, then at the stranger. Then he started saying something, but thought better of it. He had no recollection how he got to the desk and got the keys, he just knew that next they were trying to get through the door and he had the key in his hand, obviously having unlocked the door. It wasn't in use normally, Marc kept a few of his things there, but it was basically a room with three walls lined with mirrors. There was a long bench along the fourth wall, and a few boxes, an incomplete weight rack, and another shorter bench. Tom had to use the long bench right away, because the second those two got in, entering sideways, they started strutting and flexing. First, it was only 'in passing', a muscle would twitch and jump. But then, they went on to a real show. Tom found himself on the bench, shorts pulled down and cock in his hand. He was excited to the point of pain, and his balls in fact ached, swollen, attaining a size Tom never thought possible. The two heaps of pumped up muscle looked at him when Marc obviously got the idea of him deciding who the bigger was, noticed what he was up to, and just proceeded to test who was bigger by themselves.
The first thing they did was a lat spread, flexing so hard, the backs exposed to Tom, he thought their lats would fly apart trying to become wider—the two of them looked like they spanned the width of the room, and the tapers they had could only become better by the lats going out horizontally. That was when Tom came. It was such a surprise that he gasped in shock, his cum spewing in a gush of thick liquid, arcing a yard up like it was coming from a fountain. The two giants paid no attention to him at all, and moved on to a double biceps, their arms becoming, what looked to Tom like two balloons of flesh each, spanning the space between the fists and the still extended lats. Then, they moved on to a one-armed biceps pose, squeezing until Tom thought their biceps would snap in two. Marc's ballooned into those huge ball-shaped mounds, even bigger than Tom ever remembered them, crowned by a huge vein. The stranger's parried by an equally big peak, with a split right down the middle you could hide in. Both were squeezing so much the skin became reddish, and on Marc it became a deeper shade of brown. They both shook with the exertion, veins sticking out on their necks and shoulders, grunting. Then, both shifted to a side triceps pose, pumping the arms up and down slightly, creating gashes and mounds alternately.
The stranger was obviously not experienced at posing, but he caught on in seconds. Then, most muscular, which Tom viewed from behind, seeing the actual pose in the mirror, but not failing to notice they both flexed their glutes and legs so the striation was clearly visible even through the shorts they both wore. Marc's glutes looked like two square five-inch thick plates hammered into place under the skin, while the stranger's were tilted to the side, a gash going up to the middle of them. Both had legs which looked like they could provide enough power to move a building around plowing through the ground with it's foundation, and those traps they made bunch up came up to their ears. Tom had no idea whether he was jacking off, cumming, in the process of falling unconscious, or if his skin was burning off, he only knew he had to keep on looking.
'It seems it's pretty much a tie' Mike's opponent finally said, both reluctantly going half-relaxed from who knows which turn at doing a lat spread.
Mike was very new at all this, he almost laughed out loud at the thought that a day ago he'd be on that bench behind, like that Tom guy was, beating himself off into oblivion at the sight before him. But, Mike was not nave, or stupid. The kind of body he now had was extremely unlikely to be built using natural means, maybe even impossible, and when this private contest between him and this other superman started, he kept himself back, out of fear what the guy would do when he found himself overshadowed. Mike had no doubt the he-man beside him wasn't used to being in the presence of anyone bigger than himself—and that was because Mike was sure he'd never seen anyone bigger, nor heard of. But, Mike had cheated the usual rules—what this guy did to attain such muscle, natural or chemical or whatever, was grueling hard work. In that sense Mike had no business competing at all. However, it was soon obvious a competition could not be avoided. He didn't want the guy to injure himself, or worse, that the contest resulted in a subsequent death by some drug overdose or whatever. But, although Mike had no doubt at first who the winner would be, he found out he was getting a proper run for his money—in fact, although he could have probably used more weight, or done more reps, the difference would have been very small. He was going to stay true to the ground rules he and Jan laid out, but truth be said, he was getting a bit worn out. Looking at the feats both he and the giant beside him did, he could only admire the man—there was no doubt this guy was a true genetic freak, who had kept on pumping the weights in order to push the limits, for who knows how long. But he was also an overbearing showoff. Although Mike had to admit at least there was loads to be shown-off, still Mike didn't like the attitude, even though he was at this place exactly to show the same attitude, but in all truthfulness, to a far lesser degree.
'There's only one way to settle this' the man said, and started to rub the big swollen bulge in his shorts. During all the showing off, it had grown visibly, protruding halfway down his thigh. The man continued stroking it. 'Pull out that meat so we can see who the bigger man is' he finally said.
Now, that was truly the last straw. Yes, Mike found the guy beside him hot to the limit, and yes, he would have loved to have a chance at the wildest possible sex with him, involving an intimate flex and fuck the likes of the world had never seen—which all amounted to Mike having to forbid his cock from getting hard—but right now, this guy needed a lesson. Just as Mike decided to give him one, he pulled down the shorts, and exposed a horse-sized dick, pulling at it, which made it swell instantly. Mike did the same, and in a second they were beating off maddeningly slowly. The guy's cock had swelled huge, and Mike allowed his own to get just short of that.
'So, doesn't seem you can match these rock hard 15 inches' the guy said, sniggering like a Cheshire cat. 'Never seen anyone that can' he finished. Now, you are really asking for it, Mike thought, and you are really going to get what you deserve.
'I have not finished growing yet' Mike said, and mentally unleashed his cock. He gave it a few tugs, although he had all the incentive to get bursting hard already. In about five seconds it unfurled to it's new dimension, becoming again an almost 2' mast of swollen flesh, which then continued swelling thicker once it achieved it's elephantine length. As it grew, Tom practically scrammed to get beside Mike, and the huge guy's eyes glued to it, and just continued bugging out until Mike thought they would pop out on springs like in a cartoon, while Tom became progressively paler. Finally, Mike felt his cock achieve that steel beam welded to his pelvis hardness, and just couldn't resist asking 'So, can you match these two feet?—
The huge guy looked up and down Mike's cock in disbelief, going from the protrusions Mike's balls made (and that was actually quite painful) in his shorts, up to the glistening head swollen to softball size, and then further up looking into Mike's face, while Tom just gurgled something. Then, the big guy just said 'Sweet fucking Jesus!' and took Mike's cock with both hands, and attempted to devour it. He tugged at it, which made the root of Mike's cock massage Mike's innards with such a pain-ecstasy feeling his knees trembled. Mike held onto the guys gargantuan shoulders, looking down, noticing the guy's cock had attained incredible hardness, it was so rigid that as the guy moved attempting to suck Mike's super-cock, it wouldn't bob at all. A second after that, Mike started stroking the guys shoulders and those hairless pecs, and then felt two hands on his ass, slowly moving around to reach his abs. He looked to the side, to find Tom's eyes boring into him with a begging look. Just then, the huge guy found Mike's piss slit and poked his tongue in it, and then ran his teeth right beneath the flaring corona of Mike's cockhead, which made Mike reward him with a gush of pre-cum which obviously surprised the guy. He pulled off for a second, and said, licking his lips: 'Not so fast… I want you to give it to me, I want you to fuck my brains out with it'. He looked the guy straight in the eyes, and the desire was evident.
Then he looked back at Tom, who said, incredulously 'Marc… him fuck you?!?—
'Quit yapping Tommy, and start sucking, can't you see the man needs help?' the guy said.
Now, Mike had absolutely no idea how this Marc guy was going to handle the overgrown cock he was already pulling by towards the bench, while Tom kept crawling on his knees, trying to position himself between them, in order not to have to decide whether he was going to lick Mike's balls or suck on Marc's cock—he obviously wanted both. Mike had fucked only once in his life and that was yesterday. Well, he wanted nothing more than fuck this huge he-man. Obviously, he'll just have to play it by ear.
Jan could have seen that Mike was more than happy with the attention he was receiving from Tom, and thought it was high time Mike allowed himself to have some fun. Jan was fairly sure Mike was a very much closeted guy, at least he used to be, and Jan loved the way Mike's self-confidence was blooming right now.
He decided not to interfere, and, besides, he had a customer of his own.
Jan had gone on through a series of exercises, absolutely everything he could think of involving the biggest dumbbells he could find, and those were really big, because he augmented them with a few more plates. All the way through he could see Ben follow him like a bewildered puppy, keeping his distance. He didn't shy from staring, though, as Jan went from set to set, from exercise to exercise. Jan could also see him starting to cook nicely on the sexual fire of Jan's show, and he knew in a short time he'd be ready for some action. This is why Jan decided he'd leave the body part Ben seemed to like the most for last.
So, finally, he ended up pumping his arms, until the sight of his biceps pumping up and flexing into peaks never before seen in this gym, or for that matter anywhere, and certainly never before seen by Jan himself, made the final blow to Ben's resolution to admire from afar.
Jan just kept on curling, taking great care to squeeze his biceps until he thought they'd cramp, in the top position. He had long ago attained 'a pump'.
Right now, he was on the way to the mother of all pumps, and his biceps looked about ready to pop, the skin over them was red with the irritation of constantly being distended. Jan had worked up a proper sweat, and it made the skin over the biceps glisten like glass when he flexed them, but he was determined to keep on until Ben admitted himself to the urge of touching. Finally, when Jan thought his biceps were really going to rip and rupture, Ben got closer, and put a weary hand on Jan's rock-hard arm, and as Jan continued curling, cranking out a few more reps, Ben just kept wincing, sighing and moaning 'My god, they're gonna explode'. In a second both Ben's hands were over those peaks of muscle, one and the other, and he looked positively shocked, which was only slightly more than Jan was, Ben couldn't get his hands to span the circumference of Jan's madly pumped arms, and he kept on trying until Jan took his hands because he thought Ben would have a nervous breakdown.
Then, with Ben in tow, he headed where the sauna used to be. He tugged Ben by one hand and Ben kept feeling Jan's forearm with his other hand, like a bewildered kid, completely oblivious to what was happening around him. Sure enough, not even these owners had made the sauna work, but right now it was the only place that offered some privacy. Once they entered, Jan closed the door. He was fairly certain no one was going to intrude. On cue, Ben took all his clothes off, and Jan remained in his shorts, struggling to get the muscle shirt off, because he was so pumped up and sweaty, it clung to him like it was glued.
Finally, he managed to get it off, hearing a muffled rip, but it still looked OK.
Ben was already beating his cock into a pulp. Ben was actually well muscled, but at the same time sort of pudgy, almost like he had a layer of baby fat. He went over his rock hard cock, which was average in length but very thick, with a speed making his hand a blur, never taking eyes of Jan. And Jan decided to give Ben a full show, flexing for him. He felt his own cock start to inflate, looking at his slightly distorted image of himself in the metal door behind Ben. He leaned into Ben, allowing him to touch his flexed pecs, and to roam over his shoulders, and finally over his flexed biceps. Jan was turned on as much by Ben's ministrations as by himself. He flexed till it was painful, looking at his own biceps. Jan always had big arms, but they looked double the size right now, the biceps like two intersecting bowling-ball sized eggs, puffing up like balloons every time he would flex. He hadn't morphed, but he sure intended to at a later time, just to see how big a biceps could be. About there Ben came, with a content sigh, dribbling cum, but it didn't phase him at all, he just closed his eyes and continued beating off, making a weird wet sound, droplets of his cum falling around. Then Jan turned around and presented his back, spreading his lats like wings until his arms stood straight out to his sides. He couldn't see himself, but from Ben's grunts and from the feeling of his lats he knew he was absolutely humongous. He felt Ben's hand roam over the expanse of his back, and then something soft and hot—he realized it was Ben's tongue. Jan felt his cock push up the waistband of his shorts, growing an inch a second, throbbing. He let it grow until the band snapped back down, exposing the head and shaft, which were still growing bigger. Ben's tongue had left his back, and he felt Ben's hand on his ass, the wet almost slurping sound becoming suddenly faster in rhythm, and then he heard Ben wince, moving his hand to Jan's triceps, obviously cumming again. Jan was genuinely surprised at the control, Ben was standing all the while, and still kept on jacking off like there was no tomorrow. It made Jan so excited his cock extended up to his pecs in record time, becoming so hot Jan felt the heat with his face. He went to a double biceps pose, swinging his pelvis back and forth which made his now gargantuan erection slap into the bottom of his pecs repeatedly, surely a novel way to jack off. After a few more times, he felt the stickiness of his pre-cum stick the head of his cock into the crevice between his pecs, so he flexed them which pinched the cockhed and literally catapulted his cock downwards. He almost came, but managed to contain himself enough to turn around and face Ben. The second he did that, he saw Ben inhale suddenly, and start wincing, and then almost screaming, his cock erupting a steady stream of cum which dripped in strands to the floor.
Ben's eyes were bugging out, looking at Jan's ultra-cock, and he was jacking off with such speed Jan thought he'd get heat blisters. He continued cumming, which brought Jan over the top. His knees almost gave way, and he ended up standing like in the middle of a limbo dance, his cock sticking straight up. He jacked off with both hands, feeling his cock swell even more, and his cum start pushing up the shaft. He thought his balls would explode as he felt a thousand hot needles prick his cock from inside, going up the shaft, until finally, they erupted in the form of a shaft of liquid which exploded up onto the ceiling with a very audible squirting noise, surprising Jan so he almost fell, making a few backward steps to regain balance. Then, there was another spurt like that, and another. Jan managed to catch a glimpse of Ben, who was oozing down the door, his back propped onto it, still beating himself off, with an expression of an idiot. He was drooling from the corner of his lips, and his cock was drooling too, and still he was beating himself off, but slower. Finally, as Jan winded down, after producing what seemed like two dozen spurts, which ended sprayed over everything, he saw Ben end up on the floor, and finally ease up on his beating his meet, which was very swollen, and dark red with irritation. His eyes were closed, and for a second Jan was scared stiff that there was something very wrong with Ben. Then he saw Ben was breathing. He bent down, all sticky with his own cum, and picked up Ben, who just hung over his arms like a rag doll. He put him on the bench, and he realized Ben was sleeping like a baby.
'Incredible!' he thought. He was quite frightened the guy had literally jacked himself off into oblivion, but then he stirred, pulling himself into a fetal position, and sighed a content sigh the likes of Jan had never heard.
For several seconds Jan considered what to do, sitting beside Ben on the bench.
Finally, he decided to let Ben be, and take a shower. He went out, closing the door silently, and managed to pop into the locker room completely unseen, took a few things out of the locker and headed for the showers. Fortunately, they were deserted, and he took only minutes to rinse down the remains of the weird sex he just had. He thought about it, and one of the thoughts crossing his mind was 'being this big is dangerous for other people', but the connotation was so funny, like expecting people to start cumming until they went into a coma the moment they lay eyes on him and Mike. He tried to dismiss the thought, but it kept on lingering uncomfortably. Mike… now what was he up to? Jan realized it must have been an hour since he last saw him. He stepped out of the shower, shocking a man that just entered. He couldn't care less. He wrapped a towel around his waist, and hurried off to the sauna room to see to Ben.
When he opened the door, Ben was already dressed up, he had used his shirt to towel of the cum. The sauna was still drenched with it, but obviously both didn't care about that at all. When Jan entered, Ben almost jumped. He looked at Jan with a look that could only be interpreted as fear.
'Are you all right?' Jan asked. Ben just looked at him. Then he started nodding but stopped mid-way. “I don't know' he said. Jan could do nothing but look at him, and Ben averted his eyes. They stood there like that for a short time. 'I'm sorry… I can't be near you right now…' Ben said. Jan looked at him. Ben took his shirt and went out. Jan just stood there feeling like an idiot. The guy had probably spent a lifetime being straight, denying any attraction to his own sex, and what happened must have been an incredible shock. Jan realized he was actually lucky the guy hadn't started yelling 'Rape' when he entered. He didn't know what to do. Finally, he left for the lockers, to get something clean to wear, and decided he'd look for Mike. As he went out he passed Ben in the showers, he stood under the torrent of water, and looked at Jan as he passed.
Then he smiled almost imperceptibly, and Jan felt his heart get back into the right place. For a moment there, he was really scared.
Marc had tried a lot of things in his life to make himself continue getting bigger. He was always big, but he wanted to be the biggest thing that moved on this earth, and up to now he was certain he was. He had built his muscles up to incredible dimensions, and he had also pumped up his cock. It was so big now that Marc never saw anyone who could top it, until today. He could have seen that guy was as big as him, but when he saw that cock inflate, becoming what looked like double the size of his own, he had only one thought in mind.
Marc had no problem fucking anything or anybody that would give him a good time, which usually meant worshipping every inch of his body while he flexed his muscle like mad, and it was even better if there was a mirror around. Truth be said, Marc could spend hours in front of a mirror completely alone, frequently cumming all over it several times. For him that qualified him as 'straight' although he couldn't care less what he was as long as his desires were satisfied. Ever since he met Tom, he kept wondering what it's like to be fucked by his huge cock. He had sucked himself off a few times, but he liked the feel of Tom on his cock the best. Sure, he had fucked both sexes, but the women couldn't take him any more, they mostly didn't even want to try, and he'd be damned before he'd admit he was too big on account of some broad not being able to fit him. Now, the men, those were a different story. He had several who he literally made bleed and they still kept on pushing and begging for more. Until Tom. Tom was always ready and willing to get his butt fucked apart, begging Marc to rip him open, over and over. He'd cum like a fountain, several times, while Marc kept fucking him, his hands all over Marc's body, moaning for more.
After months he still couldn't get enough and Marc vowed he'd find out what it was about the fascination with a huge cock mangling your innards. Marc knew he was a narcissoid, but he considered it a virtue. The most desirable cock he would have liked in his ass was his own, but he'd need to make it far bigger to even attempt that, and as obsessed as he was, he wasn't counting on that being possible (but he sure as hell was going to try). So, he had a dildo cast from his own cock, and had progressed to the point where he could impale himself on it almost all the way. He'd do that and strut in front of the mirror, making himself cum like never before, which only made him want more. But, he wanted a real cock in him, one that would pump back and forth, swelling hugely, and fill him up completely, cumming. However, being who he was, he decided that he'd be fucked only by a man at least as big as himself or preferably bigger, or none at all. Right now, he wanted that rock hard log of a cock on that mountain of a man right up his ass, no matter what it takes. For the first time in his life, Marc was actually frightened there was something he wouldn't be able to do. His hand couldn't meet around this guy's member, and Marc had never actually been fucked before, but, he reasoned, there was a first time for everything.
Right now, Marc had the cock of his desire in his hand, and was lying on the bench, pulling it, and it's owner, closer to his wanting asshole. Right then, the door opened, and in stepped, or rather, pushed, a man which was even more huge than the one whose cock Marc was holding. All heads turned towards the newcomer. Marc noticed the questioning look the newcomer gave the other giant, and the other giant just spread his arms in a 'what can I do?' gesture. The newcomer just started taking off his clothes. Marc shot a glance at Tom, and the later only whispered 'I was trying to tell you there was a bigger one', moving his gaze back to the newcomer, whose cock now looked as big as Marc's but was swelling visibly. By the time he approached Tom, almost pushing his crotch into Tom's face, it got almost as big as the one Marc was still holding. Tom gave it a few experimental tugs, with an utterly bewildered look in his eyes, looking at the result of his ministrations—and that was a completely hard piece of manmeat as long as on the other guy, only not as thick. Well, Marc thought, there is only one thing better than a super-cock, and that's two of them. As if this newcomer was a final element in the puzzle, they all moved in place.
Marc lowered his back onto the bench and pulled at the rigid pole he held, making it's overgrown owner wince, while the other even more overgrown stallion moved over his head, the fist-sized balls swinging right over Marc's face. The final element was Tom, who maneuvered himself over Marc's raging cock, took the newcomers cock in his hands, and then, started impaling himself on Marc's cock.
As if that was a signal of some sort, Marc felt his asshole being stretched beyond anything he thought possible, as the huge cockhead, lubed by it's pre-cum started pushing into him. He looked up and cupped one of those balls in front of his face with one hand, and felt Toms hand on his other arm, which he promptly flexed. He heard Tom wince and saw his fucker grab Tom's pecs, and the other huge man flex into a double biceps pose, at the same time feeling his ass was going to bust. Tom let himself down on Marc's cock, taking the whole length in one thrust, and Marc felt his balls squeezed by Tom's ass, which made him flex all his muscles at once and come violently, almost throwing Tom of his cock.
From that moment on, he was trapped by one orgasm after another. With each movement he felt his bowels being rearranged and his ass stretched to tearing as two feet of log-thick cock inexorably pushed into him, doing that by pushing in and then back, but always gaining. His own cock felt like it would burst into pieces, swollen like never before. He could see a bulge on Tom's abdomen as it roamed around in there, Tom humping up and down, just slow enough to make Marc lose his wits, while sucking on the other two foot shaft extending right over his head. He heard Tom wince, and then say 'payback time' and he came again, his juice spewing out of Tom's ass as Tom let himself fall down on his cock again.
He felt like he was going into nuclear melt-down, dimly aware of his body spasming, clamped down by countless pounds of pumped up manmeat.
Jan could see an almost wanton desire on Mike's face, as he pushed his log-sized cock ever deeper into the huge guy on the bench. He was humping him with all his might, and the guy kept moaning 'more, rip me, fuck me', his eyes reeling in a mixture of pain, lust and pleasure. That Tom stud was humping the guy at the same time, being stroked by Mike, and then hugged so Jan could hear his bones click, and it seemed it was exactly what he wanted. Jan's balls were being given a tongue bath, interrupted suddenly by the man obviously cumming. Jan pulled off in fear the man would suffocate, but his face held an expression of absolute bliss, and his eyes circled around aimlessly. A second later, Jan flexed for Tom, and Tom came, spewing his cum all over Jan's chest, with subsequent gushes ending on the chest of the man beneath him. Then Jan rubbed it all in, into that hugely pumped up chest. The man had the biggest chest Jan had ever seen, and arms rivaling his own, which he flexed suddenly. Watching that deliciously brown skin stretch over those incredible peaks made Jan cum with all his might, grunting, splashing Tom with what looked like a gallon of cum. It lasted what seemed like minutes, and when he came to, Tom was cumming again, and then Mike roared, humping the guy so hard the whole bench moved, together with the guy, and Tom, pushing Jan. The guy on the bench winced, and just tensed, and then started jerking, uttering a series of ugh's oh's and arghs. Then he stopped, which was followed by a much wetter sound coming from where his cock went into Tom's ass. Tom continued to hump up and down. Jan looked down, feeling Tom's hands again on his cock, and noticing the huge guy's abdomen, saw a lump slowly moving back and forth under muscles the size of cobblestones. He realized Mike was fucking the guy's lights out, pulling out and pushing back, making what looked like strokes over a foot long. Then, all of a sudden, the guy took Jan's cock in his hands, and squeezed so much Jan thought his cockhead would rupture.
The guy handled Jan's cock as best he could, Tom taking the advantage to stroke the guy's pecs, and then squeeze them as hard as he could. The guy started jerking off Jan's cock, while flexing his other arm, which Jan took as a cue, groping the biceps and squeezing it hard. Then, he let it go an made a lat pose, keeping his hands off his hips, which instantly produced the desired reaction, a hand went right up his lat, which Mike flexed until he thought it would jump out of his skin. He looked up for a moment and saw Mike and Tom gaping at the sight of him, and then Mike squeezed his eyes shut, and gritted his teeth, and rammed the guy beneath with such force that Tom was practically thrown into Jan, but managed to hold on to the huge pecs beneath him. Now it was Jan's turn to gape as Mike produced a double biceps, inflating his chest, and then deflating it back producing a low growl going into a most muscular pose which showed each and every separate muscle fiber on Mike's body. It was evident he had cum such a wad that it actually made the huge guy's abdomen puff up a bit. That was enough for Jan, who just managed to say 'I'm gonna cum'. He started jacking himself off, joined by Tom, and Mike started humping the guy beneath him again with a vengeance. Jan felt he was on the verge of cumming, but somehow he just stayed there, until all of a sudden, the huge guy beneath yelped, and pulled Tom's ass of his cock. That mantool seemed like it would never end, going out of Tom's ass, but Tom was not to be bothered, and as he was almost thrown off, he managed to steady himself and start jacking himself off with a speed Jan could only describe as rivaling Ben from who knows how long ago. Mike started grunting and puffing all of a sudden, at the sight of the huge guy's cock, distended to the max, because the guy was squeezing it with both hands, jerking uncontrollably, almost trashing. Tom was the first to get over the top, suddenly stopping the fantastically fast motion of his hands, and rubbed his cock into the huge guy's flexed triceps, producing a wad of cum which made him yell aloud. Jan could see Tom's balls move up the shaft of his cock, and the muscles in his thighs and abdomen become incredibly defined cords, then relaxing a little only to flex again to produce another wad of cum which ended spilling over to the huge guy's chest. The guy in turn was still holding his cock, his eyes literally reeling around, from Jan, to Tom, to Mike. Suddenly, Mike pulled out, which made the huge guy wail, but his grip on his cock never faltered. The second Mike's log of a cock was out, Jan felt something give in his innards, right between his ass and his balls, and he finally came with such force that his toes curled, and there was nothing figurative about it. It was so strong he blacked out for a second, actually seeing the flashes in his head.
When he came to, he saw Mike jacking off with both hands, the huge guy shoot cum two yards in the air, and felt Tom sucking him off, and then, just seconds later, Mike moved to the huge guy who was still jerking and twitching from his orgasm, only to unload pints of cum all over him, spasming like he was being electrocuted. The guy just kept looking, completely out of it, as was after wad spewed forth from Mike's superhuman cock, coating his pecs and then his abdomen in milky liquid, with such force the first several squirts actually rebounded off the skin. Mike's hips kept on moving back and forth as he still fucked his fists while unloading. Finally, he started dribbling, and then he stopped, squeezing his cock from root to head, getting out the last drop of his cum. Then he just let himself fall on his knees. Jan was pretty much back with the living, his cock still being stroked by Tom, who also sucked on the head, looking right at Jan with those beautiful blue eyes. The huge guy just stayed there on the bench, his incredible arms hanging down, and his thighs wide. His cock was slowly going soft and hung towards his knees at a low angle, still dribbling cum. Mike was on his knees, panting, looking at Jan. Jan just shrugged, repeating the gesture Mike gave him a while back, which made Mike laugh aloud. Despite Tom's ministrations Jan's cock was going soft as well, and finally, Tom let go of it and looked back and forth between Jan and Mike. Finally he spoke.
'Are you two brothers or something?—
'Err something, I guess' Mike answered looking at Jan. Then they both looked at the huge guy still lying on the bench. It was quite obvious they made an impression on him, in more senses than one. He was still lying there, covered with cum and sweat. His chest heaved up and down, and it was a sight to behold.
'Will he be all right?' Jan asked no one in particular. Tom looked over to the heap of muscle lying there.
'I certainly hope so, but it was one hell of a fuck. To tell you the truth, it was high time someone fucked him up properly' he said, and smiled. He stood up, and offered a cum-covered hand to Jan. 'I'm Tom' Jan almost doubled with laughter. An extended hand after they had already, well, extended cocks, was about the most superfluous thing he'd ever seen. Tom chuckled as well, realizing what he was doing, but Jan still grabbed his hand and squeezed it properly.
'Jan and that's Mike over there' he said. Mike lifted his eyebrows in acknowledgment.
'And that's Marc' Tom said. Suddenly, Tom's face changed from a smile to a look of concern.
'Oh shit, there's no one out there' He said, stomping over to the bench by the wall, to collect his clothes. Then, he literally rubbed himself down and dressed himself on the way to the door, jumping on one foot and then o the other as he pulled his shorts back on. Before he exited, he turned back to them, eyeing all three. Then he smiled like a Cheshire cat.
'It seems you need some clothes' he said. “I'll be back in a minute' he finished, and went out.
Jan turned to Mike. 'Mike, we've got to talk… I think we had enough fun for a day with other people'. Mike looked at him, and then at the huge guy that Jan now knew as Marc, and nodded. They tried to clean up as best they could. They both still had their shorts on, but Mike's were ripped open down the front. He was so big they still clung to him as if they were in one piece. Mike's cock hung out, soft, sprawled over his huge balls. Jan looked down, and managed to get his genitals into his shorts, noticing the band had snapped. Both of them were covered with sweat and cum. They were startled by a gurgle from Marc, still panting on the bench—which was no wonder, after all he must have cum five times. He managed to rasp 'Just promise me you'll drop by from time to time'.
Tom was glad that it seemed to be a slow day, no one new had come so no one really missed him at the desk. He popped over to the shower and took some towels. On the way he noticed Marc's shirt. He chuckled at the lettering on it which said 'I'm the king'. Well, not any more, Tom thought… but although he considered what had happened a kind of moral education for Marc, he couldn't help liking the guy in his own way. Marc would have found this funny beyond belief, but Tom considered Marc 'his'. Several minutes later, the biggest muscle threesome in the world exited the posing room while Tom kept an eye out, realizing he didn't really know what for. Marc was visibly staggering, no doubt his ass was sore as hell, and the two strangers whose names Tom was not going to forget easily, helped him. They were respectively clothed, and wrapped in towels, or holding their huge limbs over certain strategic places, depending on what part of the clothing survived. Tom stood 'guard' while they all showered quickly, deciding not to deprive himself of the view by showering himself, and ended up with the fastest shower of his life to catch up with the three after they finished. Good thing they were well and truly sexually satisfied—Tom certainly rated the sex they had as place one, on a top ten list which was for a long time only going to have the top entry. A short time later, they all gathered around the front desk, which was noticed by just about everyone passing by because they surrounded it completely. Marc was still bare-chested, the remaining three used that opportunity to touch and grope, trying to make it look like there was nothing sexual about it, and of course, not succeeding. Finally Marc took his shirt from Tom, and looked down at it.
'Huh—I'm the king… looks like I'm the king no longer' he said, looking at Mike and then at Jan. Mike and Jan looked at each other, Tom could see there was something unsaid but shared between them in that look, but couldn't guess what it was. Then, Jan bent over the counter and took a felt tip pen Tom used for the bulletin board, took Marc's shirt from him, and added 'HERE!' in big block lettering right under 'I'm the king'. He gave it back to Marc.
'Still, looks like I'll have to hit the weights much more' Marc said, and Mike gave him a mock punch in the shoulder. Tom couldn't believe the timidness Marc displayed, it was completely out of character. 'Play safely, this incredible body is the only one you've got' Mike said, squeezing Marc's arm a bit. Then he ran his hand over Marc's abs. Tom kept looking at Marc's face. The huge guy's eyes kept moving from Mike to Jan and back, skimming several times over their crotches. Tom suddenly felt a huge weight on his shoulder, and looked up to find Jan's hand on it. 'Take care of him' he said, Tom just nodded, 'Or we'll be back' Jan finished. Tom answered 'I'm counting on that' and almost jumped in surprise when his voice was joined by Marc's. Then, the two giant's left, Jan practically squeezing Mike out of the door with a hand on Mike's butt, which Tom didn't fail to notice. Then, Jan pushed through that door himself, and Tom looked at the closed door for a few seconds, and was finally left looking at Marc. Marc returned his gaze, looking back at him with those hazel-green eyes Tom knew so well. But, Tom suddenly realized, Marc looked different. There was no overbearing expression on that face any more, which almost made Tom kiss him, something he never even thought of before. He put his hand around Marc's huge neck in a sudden feat of pique, and to his utter surprise, Marc sighed, and shifted a bit like it was just the proper place for that arm to be.
Jan could see something was troubling Mike. OK, he seemed all cheerful and they had an immense laugh trying to get into the car. Jan always thought of it as a big car but now, something over 650 pounds of pumped-up muscle distributed across two huge frames which also quite possibly possessed the widest shoulders, were trying to fit into the two front seats. The remains of the incredible pump they had didn't help things either. Finally, Jan took the driving post which only let Mike twist and lean to the side to make them both fit. Still, Jan had to open the window on his side to be able to drive properly. It was a good thing Mike did the driving on the way to the gym, he was still smaller, but only marginally so.
But now Mike was just looking at him, as they were approaching Jan's place. It didn't stop while they were on the way to Jan's apartment. There were a couple of people who gaped at them as they went into the building, but that wasn't important. Finally, when Jan closed the door behind them, he popped the question.
'Mike, what's bugging you?—
Mike looked at him, and sat on the sofa. Jan felt so strange because Mike was huge, and took up half of the three-seat sofa, but right now he looked like a hurt boy who needed some comfort and badly. He slowly let his gaze down.
'Come on Mike, what's wrong?' Jan asked, kneeling in front of him.
'Oh God, Jan, don't do this please.' Mike said, but Jan didn't have a clue what it was he wasn't supposed to be doing. Mike sighed.
'Oh Jan. how do I even start. Jan, I don't know if I told you this, but. well, I'm a very closeted guy. or at least I was before all this. I thought I'd live out my life alone until I saw you.—
Jan looked up, and felt something painful in his chest.
'When I first saw you I just knew it. I knew you are my man. Then, as months passed, I thought I was stupid, that these things just don't happen in real life. I became again sure I'd live out my life alone, and was completely content admiring you from afar, but as time went on, the feeling I had for you, that you. that there was my Mr. Right in this world didn't go away, it only got stronger, and it was a relief to know that nature thought about me after all when it made me. And then all of a sudden you come, and this happens and. now we are here. And the first thing I do is fool around behind your back.—
Jan almost toppled over, the tone of those words left nothing to be doubted about the sincerity. It suddenly made Jan very ashamed of himself, he wished he was so secure about his own feelings, he still had doubts about the two of them. It took a while until he could speak.
'Mike. God. Mike, what. how in heavens name did you get that idea? We were both there, and I think we both had a good time, and I certainly hope those two had a good time as well' Jan said, not entirely sure it was the right thing to say.
'But you didn't go about it with the notion of fucking the guy, and you didn't fuck him, I did. and it wasn't like anyone was making me do that, I wanted it. And even before all that there was that kid in the lobby.—
Jan was truly puzzled.
'God, Mike, like that Tom guy jacking me off was any different? How did I ever come out of that looking innocent? What do you think I was doing while you were in that room? I had a jack-off party in the sauna with a guy that almost jacked himself into a coma over me!—
'No, no, no. that's you, not me. You are so big and all muscle, you always were the perfect stud, the perfect male I. I know this will sound stupid but it's like you are supposed to do that to other guys' Jan could not believe what he was hearing. He didn't know whether he should cry or laugh, he let himself down, his head ending on Mike's knees. He could feel Mike flinch when their skin made contact. Jan sighed, and it ended being a chuckle. He looked up at Mike.
'Mike, we both know you are not stupid, hell you are the most clever guy I ever met, and yet you are now talking nonsense. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? Like, I'm the stud??? Mike, you are he-man squared!—
Jan said, looking straight up at Mike, and realizing again how right he was, no matter how many times he had looked at Mike even in the last minutes, only changing his vantage point presented a new thrill. But right then, Jan realized another thing. He realized Mike was right. In a month they have became better friends that some became in a lifetime, and in two days they became lovers. Yes, that was it, lovers. Jan had been disappointed several times in the past, even though all the feelings were there, but it never felt so right so soon before. As if that wasn't enough of a change they both end up with an ability to make whatever they wish out of themselves. What they need is time to adjust. Still, obviously the adjustment took toll in quite unpredictable ways.
'Mike, don't you think I'd liked to fuck that guy, for that matter both of them? They were both so hot and there is only one body I ever saw that was hotter, and that is yours. God knows they, and a lot of others before them have made me hot down there, and there will surely be others that will do that in the future, but right now, Mike, and I mean it, there is only one person that makes me, and will always make me hot right here' Jan said, and pointed at his heart. 'And here, and everywhere' he continued, pointing at his head and then just looked right into Mike's eyes. He knew there was nothing that he said in his life that was more true than this. He could see a tear stream down Mike's face and he moved, hugging Mike, and kissed it of his face.
'Hey, we're both grown up and big guys here, so no crying' he said with a chuckle, but he had to do his best not to let his voice crack and he felt tears well up in his eyes. He kissed Mike, and continued until he could feel the tension go away and him kissing back. He pulled Mike down and they ended up on the floor, still hugging, Mike ending on top of Jan.
Jan finally broke the embrace, his arms spread wide on the floor. Mike stroked his shoulders, his chin between Jan's pecs. Jan sighed, and lifted his head, but he could just look into Mike's eyes because his pecs were in the way.
'Mike, my man, if there's anyone to blame here, it's me for not seeing what fate has given me when I met you'. He started stroking Mike's back.
'Sorry Jan, but I can't help myself, it's like being granted a wish of wishes, only to complain about it… it makes me feel… ungrateful…—
'What we both did back there was have sex, and we both know there's going to be more of that, now don't you tell me there isn't' Jan said, the second he saw the expression in those eyes change. 'Mike, came on, can't you admit it, you were one hunky little stud before all this, and right now you are one big super stud that makes everyone wobbly at the knees! Can't you see some people would make it their life dream to have sex with you, come on, that guy wanted to get fucked by the hottest guy on this planet which happened also to have what must be the biggest cock too, and I think that's a pretty accurate description of you' Jan said, chuckling. He pulled Mike up, until they were pec to pec, ending up looking at a startled Mike. 'What do you think, all this happens to you so you are supposed to go celibate and spend your life praying or what? Life has given you a break so enjoy it! It doesn't change what I feel for you, in fact, don't mind if I join you.—
'God Jan, it's not that simple, I could have hurt him bad' Jan almost started tearing his hair out in exasperation, but actually he didn't move, it just felt too good being in this position.
'Mike, do I have to get up and give you a proper kick in the ass? The guy obviously had the fuck of his life, and I'm almost certain he'll be a better person for it! I know the type!—
Mike started lifting himself off Jan, and the spell was broken, for the time being.
'Jan, we both know that guy would do anything to get bigger, what will he do now? Who knows what he'll do to himself. It's not just about us having fun.—
'Mike, what do you expect from yourself? To be a mother hen to every narcissistic type out there, being doubly careful not to hurt their feelings? Come on, you know if it wasn't you, it would have been somebody else, but I'm not certain that somebody would have given it a second thought! Did you see how he looked when we left? Maybe it finally made him look away from that mirror, and realize that little Tom stud adores him. Maybe now he will even be worth it' Mike looked at Jan. In all honesty, Jan did feel a lot of the same doubts, especially after what happened with Ben. Suddenly he realized that the changes they have gone through were much bigger for Mike than for himself, and in a sense Mike was right. He had gotten his wake up call with Ben, but Mike was having one now and with doubled intensity.
'Mike, let's get rid of the clothes' Jan said, and Mike looked at him with a funny look. He started pulling off the tank-top, finally managing to take it off after exhaling completely, and then started pulling off his shorts, noticing Mike still looking at him like he was crazy, but that look slowly became an increasingly lusty one.
'Come on, I don't want to be the only one doing this!' Jan said, which made Mike reluctantly start taking his own tank-top off. Suddenly, Jan could clearly see Mike realize the tank-top wasn't actually hiding anything, as it was torn down the front to be able to accommodate Mike's pecs, the widest and thickest, and just the most beautiful Jan had ever seen. A second later, they were both completely naked. Just looking at Mike was enough for Jan to feel the start of the reaction, he could feel his cock getting heavier, and hang lower.
'God Jan, you are the hottest thing on this earth' Mike said. Just then Jan finally saw the missing link. Somehow, it was almost like Mike wanted to stay smaller in some way. Jan leaned over, touching Mike.
'I think it's time to even things up a little' he said, watching Mike start growing, to become as tall as Jan was himself. At first Mike didn't guess what was happening, but as their eyes became level, Jan could see the look of realization on Mike's face. However, that was offset by the fact Mike had grown proportionately, so everything on him grew, which suddenly gave Jan the first hand experience of how Mike viewed him. Jan felt his cock on the way to full hardness, looking up and down Mike. He was now as tall as Jan, and probably somewhat bigger, because his shoulders became wider by over two inches, and looked about a yard wide, and his pecs widened too, his arms were bigger and his thighs, even Mike's cock was visibly longer. It was mostly a subtle change, but it was all the change Jan could take. His cock went from hanging to stone hard and poking right up in seconds, almost hitting him in the face. That was the moment Jan truly understood the words 'getting a taste of one's own medicine'.
'Now, you are going to do to me exactly what you did to that gorgeous hunk of chocolate colored muscle back there' Jan said, and took Mike by his hardening and growing member, and started pulling him towards the bedroom. By the time they got there, it had grown big enough for Jan to barely be able to keep a grasp on it. 'And more…—
There was obviously nothing Mike could do to resist Jan, but of course, the notion never actually came up. The only thing he could do was say 'Only if you return the favor', while being tugged by his cock into the bedroom. Even the relatively small change was enough for Mike to feel different—first of all, he almost hit his head on the doorframe, and he had no choice but repeat the same gesture Jan did when passing through doors, which was a tilt of the head. He couldn't help notice Jan pushing through the doorframe turned slightly sideways, and had to mimic that himself, still feeling his shoulders grazing the frame. As they both entered, Jan turned Mike around by his shoulders and he found himself looking into a huge man in a mirror consisting of two doors of the inbuilt closet opened side by side.
'Now, you see what a super hunk you are?' Jan said. Mike could just look at himself and at part of Jan in the mirror. Two days ago he would have dropped unconscious if he had seen something like that man in the mirror out on the street. And that man was now Mike himself. He could also see part of Jan in the mirror. As much as he didn't want to admit it to himself, he could swear he looked every bit as perfect as Jan did, and even a tiny bit bigger. He could have denied it all he wanted, but he could clearly see two huge cocks, hard as stone, like poles sticking straight up over both their pecs, and obviously, there was no denying the reaction was appropriate to the circumstance. He could see Jan move behind him.
'And I love that beard' he said, into Mike's ear, and then kissed him. Then, Mike felt Jan's lips go down from behind his ear to his traps, and then to his shoulder, while feeling Jan's hands first under his armpits, then on his pecs, and then sliding down to his abs, stopping between every ridge, and rubbing into it a bit. Mike closed his eyes, for the moment he didn't need sight. Then, he felt Jan's pecs on his back, and a hot hard rod pressing into him, with something wet and sticky right under his shoulderblades, and then Jan's hands were on his cock. Then, he could feel Jan turning him around, and moving, until they were face to face. In an almost comical moment they both tried to embrace each other and it made them both laugh out, because they were so huge they kept getting stuck into each other, hand under arm, pec to pec. Finally, they both ended up on the bed, laying on the side, still facing each other. For a few moments they only regarded each other. Jan's hand went slowly up, touching Mike's arm. Mike felt it like being touched by some magic, a firm touch, but at the same time somehow so tender it made Mike's spine tingle.
'Mike. you were so beautiful. and now you are just perfect.' Jan said. Mike could say nothing, just sigh. There was pure lust in those fantastic black eyes of Jan's and Mike was again getting lost in them. No doubt, the same was reflected in his own eyes. Their cocks were raging hard, and the cockheads met between them. As they started stroking each other, their cocks rubbed onto each other, mixing the juices that had long started flowing. Hands darted all over, joined by lips, they tangled on the bed, until, his leg over Mike's torso, Jan pulled at Mike's swollen mast of a manhood, and brought it right down, and then, slowly started impaling himself on that cockhead the size of a huge grapefruit. Mike could feel Jan shudder and wince as he felt his cockhead distending Jan's ass. He took Jan's cock into his hands, and pulled it towards him, which made Jan almost jump in ecstasy, as Mike started licking the swollen cockhead. It was incredibly hot, and hard, but in such a surprising way, like a lump of hot glass covered in satin, the piss-slit oozing droplets of precum, which had a taste that was somehow unmistakably Jan. As Mike started going down that cockhead, licking all over the corona, he felt Jan wiggle his ass, impaling himself even more, grunting in ecstasy, one hand hot and electric on the shaft of Mike's cock, and the other going all over, darting from Mike's body to Jan's own and back. Every one of Jan's pushes sent shivers all over Mike's body, and it made him work that harder on the magnificent cock in his hand and mouth.
He licked it all over, kissing, sucking, teasing with his tongue, and then managed to stuff the huge head in his mouth, not even aware of how he did that, and as he pushed it down his throat, Jan pushed himself further down, on his cock. He kept moaning, asking Mike to give him all of it, and Mike started trusting with his hips, trying to bend further down as his cock plunged deeper into Jan, Jan's own cock escaping downwards. Then, he let go of Jan's rod, sliding one hand down over it, stroking, to find Jan's balls engorged and heavy, and Jan's muscle flex and twitch ecstatically under his other hand. Jan writhed, moaning, which made Mike think for a second he was in pain, but one look into those eyes locked his soul to them. He felt Jan's innards move around his manhood, his hand suddenly feeling Jan's balls tighten, stuck between their abdomens. Mike felt his cock was so hard it was on the verge of bursting, and he felt it has become immense, and it was almost all buried in Jan. Jan suddenly moved, which made Mike yelp an unsuccessful kind of yelp, which dislodged Jan's cock from his mouth. Then, not to be disturbed, Mike started fucking Jan, and stroking Jan's super-engorged cock, not being able to unstick his gaze from Jan's eyes, until he closed them. But then, there was so much more to look at. He started making longer strokes, watching how Jan's pecs and shoulders bunched up flexing every time he'd ram him, until he finally let go of Jan's cock, trapping it between their pecs, and held Jan. Then they were rolling on the bed, taking turns on top of each other, their huge muscles flexing into one another, hands over pecs, biceps, back, lip to lip, only to become lip on steel hard muscle, and then, on steel hard cock, Mike pushing his hips up, until Jan's cock ended up to Mike's lips, only to be lifted up to Jan's lips when Jan bent down. Mike could feel the heat in his balls, and he knew Jan was close too.
Then, in just seconds, it spread all over both of their bodies, and then, it became unbearable. Jan begun chortling, producing a sound which was almost like growling, his whole body becoming one rigid statue of flexed muscle, which made Mike almost black out, but not before he started stroking Jan's cock with incredible speed. The sound Jan made was the last Mike heard, before the earth quite literally moved, and he felt like he was exploding. As he started cumming, he felt Jan cramping, impaled onto his cock, in unison with his own cramps. It went on and on and on, accompanied by blasts of Jan's cum ending between their pecs. Mike could actually feel Jan's balls move, and his own were squeezed tight by Jan's thighs which only added more intensity to the orgasm, and the load filling Jan's bowels to overflowing. Then, there was a period of nothingness, followed by a feeling which made electricity dance up and down his spine as Jan pulled off of his cock. Then, all sticky and lubed from his own cum, Jan spread Mike's thighs apart, and they both moved until Mike felt his own ass stretch, to accommodate Jan's cock, which if nothing else had become even harder, and maybe even bigger. They moved like one body, Mike wasn't even aware who was doing the moving and in what way, he only felt himself being impaled onto a hot mast, and in fact willing more of it. He felt like his whole body was one huge erection existing only with the purpose of becoming one with Jan, and then, exploding with a combined orgasm. He stroked, kissed, licked all that huge manmeat, regardless whose it was and Jan was doing the same. All hot and sweaty, literally stuck together they both moved, fucking and stroking and sucking until Mike felt the roar again. He shouted, and wailed in ecstasy, joined by Jan. He shook, flexed all his muscles at once, cumming like he never had before. He squeezed his balls, Jan's balls, all huge with their manly essence which he wanted released, all of it.
Jan woke up, and there was light outside, rudely intruding though the blinds. He had woken up during the night, disappointed by the feeling of emptiness as he had separated from Mike, both cocks going soft. But, they were still deliciously tangled together, sharing their breath, warmth and contentment. So, he went back to sleep, satisfied like never before. But now, this light in his eyes was making things difficult. He snuggled and curled into Mike's body, and Mike, in turn, stirred and embraced him, but soon after that he rolled off, onto his back. It took only seconds more for Jan to become fully awake. He turned around, only to find Mike sprawled on his back in all his glory, which included a two foot hardon proudly sticking up from his crotch, tilted towards his pecs. Those in turn went up and down slowly with each breath, also creating ripples over that perfect set of abs.
'Mike, my man, what a super-stud you have become, I just knew you had it in you' Jan whispered. All his life Jan had been the big one in a relation, and it turned him on in a certain way. So, now I've finally met my match, he thought, and he was immensely glad he did. He looked at Mike, sprawled there. His palms were facing upwards, which put his arms in a position showing a split right down those beautiful biceps. In fact, there was almost no place on Mike's body that didn't show splits of some kind, from his immense thighs, up his abs, over his pecs, his shoulders and back down his arms. Oh, Jan knew well all that was true for himself, but it was such a thrill seeing it on Mike. And, even more, the self-confidence it gave him. The only thing that spoilt the perfect picture was a sheen of dried cum between Mike's abs and pecs, and traces of it down his sides. He had a funny sort of feeling inside him, where this magnificent tool in front of him had filled him up completely yesterday. The bed was covered in blotches of dried up cum, and Jan realized they both needed a shower. And, if this continues, a heap of bedsheets, he thought, chuckling inwardly. Mike stirred, the light was obviously a nuisance, so he put his forearm over his eyes. Not only is he a super-stud, he's also so cute, and he's all mine, Jan thought, smiling. He stood up and went to the bathroom, noticing in passing how there was actually far less dried cum then he would have expected after yesterday.
About ten minutes later, after a very much accelerated morning ritual which included the absolutely fastest shower Jan ever took, Jan was back in the bedroom, and Mike was still sleeping like a baby, more or less in the same position. So, Jan just had to do it. He very tenderly put his hand around that tree of a cock sprouting from Mike's crotch, pulled it back towards his legs and then let it go. It smacked right into Mike's pecs, which quite obviously brought a good jolt because Mike opened his eyes in surprise, flinching. 'Wha.?!'.
Jan almost doubled over laughing. 'Well, it really doesn't take a lot to get you going' he said, laughing his ass off, while Mike looked at him, not understanding.
'Come on, rise and shine!' Jan said. Well, he learned already Mike wasn't a morning person, but there seemed to be a few things that could get him started faster. Jan bent down, and gave Mike a passionate kiss. Then he kneeled by the bed and continued kissing right down to Mikes huge pec. Then, he stroked the immense mass of it, which moved, relaxed, under that perfect smooth skin, and stroked Mike's arm, squeezing his biceps a bit. Mike sighed, and then stretched, while Jan was still dispensing tender touches, and then he flexed a bit, which made his abs jump into cobblestones, his pecs bunch up and his triceps cut up into thick angular cords.
'I love it when you do that' Jan said, going over those bulges and not failing to touch Mike's still engorged cock as he went touching the abs. Mike in turn stroked Jan's shoulder and arm, so Jan returned the favor by tensing it as well.
'Mmmm… it feels so good to be this big' Mike said. He caught himself thinking what a hedonistic thing to say, but he realized he could more or less through the notion of hedonism as such out the window now.
'It sure does, and today is a good day to grow bigger, really huge' Jan said, chuckling.
'Like we're not really huge right now, look at us, at you—Jan, you could just walk into a bodybuilding contest and take the trophy and walk away, no-one would even object, that is if they could say something at all, they'd need to pick up their jaw from the floor' Mike replied, again devouring Jan with his stare. He just couldn't get over that chest of his, so big, wide, and that hair, running right up the crevice between those thick pecs and spreading outwards, slightly lighter than the hair on Jan's head, like fine silky fur.
'Mind if I give these a stroke or two' Mike asked, his hands already on the muscular expanse of Jan's pecs. He could see Jan's eyes smile, he answered 'Only if I can do the same to you', and of course he did. Not surprisingly there were no complaints. Still, Mike's morning high had deflated, the intention wasn't to make love, just to enjoy the moment.
'Yes it really does feel good' Jan said 'It almost feels too good, I keep watching out for some dues to be paid for feeling this good, and being with my guy which makes it all even better' he continued.
'Now look, weren't you the one that kept reminding me to enjoy the moment' Mike said. But, Jan was right, he had the same feeling himself. It was almost like guilt. So far, in Mike's life all experiences said that all dues sooner or later come to be paid, and this was like living the dream of dreams at no charge at all. Mike had thought about this a lot, and although the last two days were full of other 'engagements' the thoughts always lingered somewhere in the background.
'Mike, here's what we're going to do. I happen to own, well, actually part own a cabin in the middle of nowhere, which also happens to be a bit over two hours from here by car. Right now, there is no-one there, and no-one has been there for months and no-one is to be there for months to come. What do you say—let's go there, stay a day or two, or a week for that matter, and just play a bit?' Jan asked. His eyes had a pleading look in them, but he knew well there was no need to plead. 'There's even a lake there, should be good for a couple of swims this time of year' Jan went on. Mike had thought a lot about the two of them going camping somewhere where they would not be disturbed, and just let them morph to their hearts content.
'Jan. where do we go from here?' Mike asked, sighing. The thoughts were back.
'Oh, easy, down to the lobby, into my car, pick up your car, get some supplies and on to that cabin' Jan said. Mike had started shaking his head after the first three words.
'Come on, I'm serious. Look at me. I'm huge, what, 6’5” and there must be well over 300 pounds of muscle in me.—
'More than well over actually, I've stepped on the scale just earlier and it spun around, I'd guess I'm about 360# which probably makes you around 370# or more. I hope you realize you have doubled in size.—
'Jan, the problem is I like it, hell, I love it, I can barely contain myself not to walk around flexing all the time' Mike said, sitting up on the bed. 'What am I going to do? All my life I've been a scientist and I just don't know how to do anything else—I can't go back to the lab like this, and I. Well, I don't want to go back to being like I was before' 'I know, big guy, I know. Remember, we're both in this together' 'Yes but, at least you originally looked like you were on the way to looking like you. we look now, but I couldn't look like this in a million years, no matter what I did. To tell you the truth, I've dreamed about looking like this, being. well, essentially being the super-male. But that just doesn't happen, does it? Except it did to us. And you know what, the thing is, I know I could become bigger, hell, you even made me become bigger down there' Mike said, pointing at his now dormant cock 'and it only makes me want to become bigger, as big as possible. But that's not the way to make a living—Jan what are we going to do from now on, after all, we have got to eat, pay the rent… normal stuff like that!—
Jan looked at Mike for a second. Mike had to chuckle because he could almost see the wheels turning in his head, and he always had that expression when he would be thinking about some problem. It was just one more thing that made Jan… well, Jan.
'Mike, have you noticed we more or less went on the whole day yesterday and we didn't eat a thing. In fact, I only eat a sandwich in the morning and I never got hungry. Well, that is if I discount the essence of Mike' Jan said, stroking Mike's abs. 'Also, this will sound funny but when did you last take a leak? And have you noticed there are far less blotches and stains than last night would warrant? I've already found out anything we are made off will get returned as borrowed matter when it stops being alive. It seems to me we are more likely to become destitute than hungry'.
Mike thought about this and yes, it did make sense. Also, he knew cold wasn't a problem either, and heat as well if they were careful, as he had experienced. He looked at his hand, still amazed at the speed it regenerated.
'I don't think destitution would be a problem either, we could always strip and end in jail for indecent exposure' he said chuckling 'That is if we end up sharing a cell' he finished, in a much darker tone. 'It also seems we are much more sturdy than we used to be. One thing I really like about that is we'll probably never get a cold again'. Mike thought about this. Are they going to grow old or just keep going? Luckily Jan solved that dilemma.
'Mike, do you always think about existential questions at 7:40 AM? What will we do tomorrow, how we will live, will we have anything to eat, when we will die? Well, I don't really remember thinking about it like that for a long time, and you know what? I don't care. This whole thing that's happening is all about what we could be, any of us, and how do we pay? I'd say by not being what we could have been. Right now, Mike, we must be the two luckiest guys on the planet, so let's just party—and that's the idea of this day!' Jan said. Mike looked at him for a few seconds. Yes, he was right. Definitely Mike didn't remember when he last enjoyed himself this much, probably never.
'Oh yes, you just keep looking, I'll give you much more to look at, just you wait!' Jan said, and started pulling Mike of the bed, in a quite sensuous way. Mike of course didn't like the idea of him succeeding right away. After a few grunts, though, it almost became wrestling, and after a few more, there was no 'almost' about it. Finally, they both ended on the floor, with Jan having the upper hand.
'So, testing my strength are you?' Jan asked, holding Mike's arms down, and sitting on his abs. Of course, Mike could easily deal with Jan in this position, but he kind of liked it. Still, no harm in a bit of play. He pressed upwards with his arms, lifting Jan off.
'Wow, look at those muscles' Jan said, playfully, and looking at him, Mike could only think 'Amen' because Jan was opposing him and those muscles flexing under his skin were just incredible. But, Mike suddenly let go, which made Jan fall into a bearhug, and he hugged him until he could hear him groan, and suddenly rolled over, so now Jan was under him.
'He he, that'll teach you not to pick on smaller guys' Mike said, chuckling. Jan was trying to free himself, but suddenly all resistance collapsed, because he started laughing. That bear hug slowly became a lovers embrace, and then a very passionate kiss.
'Smaller, huh? Mike, you're bigger than me… and I love it' Jan said 'And I love you'.
After the stunt that guy pulled off yesterday Wess was not going to be caught off guard again. He had just phoned he was coming to pick up his car. Truth be said, he was happy to be rid of it, it really turned out to be much more trouble than it was worth. Now it was fixed and since there wasn't that much wrong with it anyway, it wasn't likely it would be back any time soon. This time, Wess was going to face that man standing. After the first shock wore off, he was sure it was only his mind's eye playing tricks on him, no-one can be that big.
'Good morning' Wess turned around at the sound of that voice, and the second he did, he knew he was wrong. 'I've been told I can pick up my car here…—
Wess suddenly realized he was supposed to answer something. He suddenly felt like a wimp, because not only can one be that big, in fact that 'one' looked much bigger than Wess remembered. A small voice in the back of Wess' head insisted on asking how this guy was going to fit into that car. Another voice, one which Wess never wanted to hear, said 'that's what a real man looks like'. He was faced by a real life giant, one which was again looking down at him, and right into the eye.
'The key is in the car' was all Wess could say. There was no doubt in his mind any more a man can be that big, because right next to that first giant, there was another one. This one was equally big, which meant taller than Wess was himself, and he always thought he was tall. The two looked a yard wide each. The other guy was smooth faced, black haired, absolutely gigantic, with a tiny waist. His muscles were, just like those of the guy getting in the car, so big they looked about ready to rip his skin. And they were in fact ripping his muscle shirt and pants apart. And in case of the pants there was a huge bulge in them that made Wess feel like a eunuch. For some reason the only word that Wess could think of that would describe them was 'beautiful' although he kept correcting himself with 'handsome'.
'Mike, did you do this?' the giant asked, holding that knotted wrench up, and the other, still attempting to make himself fit into the car, nodded. Then, to Wess' utter surprise, as one of the giants pulled out with the car, the other neatly unwrapped the wrench and straightened it almost completely, which made his muscles flex until Wess thought they would explode. He didn't even groan, but the wrench sure did subjected to such torture for the second time in less than a day. The guy just looked at it first, then gripped it, which made the shapes in his forearms almost explode through his skin, and then he breathed in, and pushed and pulled. Wess couldn't stop looking at those hair covered pecs all puffed up with the exertion, producing shapes under that skin which looked like angry waves on a muscle sea, with something approaching horror Wess caught himself just short of bringing his hand up to touch those giant muscle bulges. Still he continued staring even when they flattened down only slightly, going relaxed, the wrench straightened, feeling a strange disappointment at seeing those biceps deflate from bigger than softball boulders to thick shaft-like shapes as the guy breathed out slowly. Wess had once seen one of those wrenches bent and it took two strong men and a length of pipe for better leverage, and yet the only indication of it being difficult to this giant was a barely audible sound of teeth gritting. Then, the deed done, the guy took one deep breath, which produced a barely audible rip in that muscle shirt he was wearing, trying to contain a chest that suddenly swelled unbelievably, before he turned around and walked away. Wess picked up the wrench. It was warm.
'Yo Wess, what you doin' back there?' It was Al. He turned around, watching the black haired giant walk away to another parked car. His gait was muscle-bound to say the least but there was absolutely no pretense in it, each movement oozed power, and Wess realized, something manly graceful, it was like watching skin encased steel move. Al turned back, facing Wess.
'Jeez, look at that freak… what was that all about?' He asked.
'Oh, nothing… I think I need a beer…' Wess answered. Al was looking at him in a strange way. 'It's not the only thing you need, man' he said, looking down, and then left chuckling. Wess looked down, shocked to see his coveralls tented out at his crotch.
Mike had been following Jan's car in his own for the last two hours. They had decided to take both cars, dividing the supplies between them. They had taken almost everything but the kitchen sink, Mike thought, but offset the missing kitchen sink with other things. Jan insisted on stopping at a specialist shop of some kind and after a few minutes emerged with something that looked like a rather large collapsed bazooka painted white. He only said it's harmless, but fun when Mike asked what it was.
Finally, Mike saw Jan take a turn onto a dusty trail, off the blacktop. They had actually been driving for some 40 minutes down a side road which kept going more and more convoluted and narrower by each passing mile. This was what reminded Mike of the supplies, with each passing minute he was more and more amazed that 'in the middle of nowhere' really could mean only a two hours drive from the city, and he realized how limited his knowledge of the surrounding country really was—all he knew were the highways, and he never even thought of what was in-between them. The trail they were driving on was also getting narrower, and it led, just like the last 30 miles of the road, through a forest, which kept getting thicker. Then, it suddenly started getting sparse, and finally, they were driving alongside it. The terrain was hilly, and the midday sun made it almost look like something out of a fairytale. And, it was completely and utterly deserted. Mike thought it was actually a good thing they went separately, because they would probably either crash, not being able to keep their hands from each other, or at least stop so many times that they wouldn't get wherever it was they were going for days. That is, provided they could fit themselves in one car, not to talk about all the rest of the stuff they had. Still, the first part of the trip, on the usual highways, Mike almost drove on automatic, his thoughts contemplating his ex-life. Definitely ex, because it has changed so much now that he had trouble believing it had been real. Or this was real. Or both. The only way to avoid the confusion was not to think about it, but he couldn't help himself. He was actually glad when they got off the usual roads, and started traveling ones Mike had never been on before, and then with this last, old and wiggly road, it was a challenge which presented a welcome distraction and a remainder of the things present. It was even more of a challenge because it took all of Mike's concentration a few times to get his coordination right. He had definitely outgrown his car, and not making himself smaller had become something of a philosophy lately. Finally, they approached a fork in the road, and Jan took a left turn. It was obvious it was very rarely used, to say the least, in fact, Mike could barely recognize it as a road, it was only a slightly different pattern of grass and leaves. As they rounded a curve cut into a hill, suddenly the forest thinned out to bushes and there it was. Right at the edge of it, between two hills, there was the archetype of a wooden cabin, and only yards away, the ground became sloped and sandy, and there was a large lake, a funny misty green color. Mike realized it must have been a sand dig or something like that, hence the color. Artificial or not, it was perfect.
'All done' Jan proclaimed, sitting on the edge of the front porch. It took them almost two hours to get the place decent and they were now a bit dusty, and definitely ready to enjoy the rest of the day. They had taken all the things out of both cars, stuffing a small storage room with them, and the ancient, and huge fridge. OK, Jan though, maybe we don't need to eat but he actually enjoyed that from time to time. The cabin was basically one room, except for the storage and the simplistic bathroom, it had electricity, although it wasn't very reliable. It did have a sort of kitchen area, but the part Jan liked most was the fireplace in the middle. He was actually a little sad it wasn't winter, it really felt cozy in winter. This used to be a gravel and sand dig before it was abandoned, and the cabin used to be the office and kitchen of sorts. As property was actually shared between several members of the family, and someone had at a time thought to make it a place to spend holidays. Most of those have moved far enough never to be seen even near it, and the rest, including Jan for the most time, never bothered to come down. Still, every couple of months someone would come just to see if it was still there. For Jan it was almost a habit, he remembered coming to this place since he was 6.
As they unloaded stuff and tidied up, and then did some re-arrangement of the scarce furniture, Jan had to admit it was arousing merely to watch and feel his and Mike's body work. And, as an extension to that, he thought they earned a bath. He stripped off his shirt, very literally, because it was already ripped enough to barely hold itself together, and started pulling his shorts off.
'Ah, going somewhere?' Mike asked.
'What's the matter, shy? Come on, it's only us men here, there probably isn't a soul 20 miles around. And, the water is calling' Jan answered, chuckling. Mike looked at him, and Jan was very much aware how his gaze passed specific parts of his body.
'Well, I forgot my bathing suit' Mike said, chuckling. Then, as Jan managed to pull his shorts, carefully avoiding ripping them apart, down his thighs, and to his knees, Mike suddenly stood up, and gave him the minutest of pushes. Just enough to loose balance.
'Mike you…' Jan started, falling while trying to step out of his shorts, only to finally roll on the ground. Mike was already on his way to the lake, laughing his ass off, and shouting 'the last in's a rotten egg'. Jan heard a huge splash even before he managed to stand up. He must have covered the distance to the lake in seconds, it looked like it was only 10 steps, but enough for him to notice how his cock flopped from one thigh to another and the huge mass of his muscle jump up and down under his skin as he rushed on. He stopped right at the edge of the water only to see Mike emerge to the surface with his shorts on his head. He was still wearing the shirt, which was now soaked and transparent, like a second skin. Jan lunged into the water, bellowing at the top of his lungs. In a second he was beside Mike.
'Cheat!' he said, jerking his head to get his hair out of his eyes. Mike only laughed.
'Boss, you look like an idiot with those on your head' Jan said.
'Oh, I love it when you talk dirty' Mike said, posing like some slut, pushing his hip out to the side, and stroking it. It was so comical Jan almost doubled over, laughing, soon to be joined by Mike. 'Come on big boy, don't you like what you see' Mike started in a high voice, rotating his hips, his hand on his head, but couldn't contain himself any more so the last word came out as laughter, and he doubled up, clutching his abdomen.
'Just put that hand over there again, and flex, I'll take you right on the spot' Jan said, now beside Mike. Mike calmed down, and then looked at Jan.
'No, it's your turn now. I want to see those muscles bulge and flex and grow' Mike said, squeezing Jan's pecs, throwing his shorts off his head with his other hand.
'Like this?' Jan said, and flexed in a most muscular pose.
'No, like THIS' Mike said, and did the same, only Jan could see his pecs grow visibly. 'Nothing wrong with a little pump, is it?' Mike said. This was going to be fun, Jan thought. The mere thought of what was to be next made his crotch tingle. He flexed in a most muscular and made himself grow slightly. He could actually feel his muscles become bigger and tighter as he flexed. The feeling was so hot his cock went hard in seconds. So did Mike's and in a second more, Mike's hands were all over Jan's body.
'Yes, do it… grow, I know you want it' he whispered. Jan was not to be alone in this. He could see pure lust in Mike's eyes, and there was nothing he wanted to see more. He knew Mike saw the same in his eyes. He saw Mike visibly becoming thicker, and then he flexed his biceps, producing a bulge the likes of which the world has never seen. It made both of them gasp in surprise, it looked like a huge split ball of freaky flesh, the size of the twin peak was incredible. 'God, look at that!' Mike exclaimed. 'Your turn now' he added. Jan went into a front lat pose, feeling his back grow broader by inches. It left Mike gaping and that was all the reaction Jan needed. Mike was not to be intimidated, and did the same, flexing and grunting, and growing, until Jan thought his lats were going to fill the space between his armpits and his elbows. This time, however, every muscle on Mike's body grew in proportion. His pecs inflated, gaining inches of thickness, the wet shirt he was wearing groaning under the strain, and his arms became absolutely immense, bigger than any Jan saw or imagined by far. Then, Mike doubled his flexing efforts, and the shirt ripped all the way down his abs, right behind his cock which was jutting straight up to Mike's pecs, swollen to it's incredible size. When Mike stopped flexing, his arms stayed wide, pushed apart by his enormous back and triceps, the later jutted to the side pushed out by the lats, enough to be seen from dead front. Without saying anything, he gave a few tugs to his cock, and ripped the remains of his shirt off.
Jan turned around, giving Mike a view of his back, went into a lat pose, and let himself grow. Feeling himself quite literally inflate with muscle almost made him cum at the spot, and Mike's gasps from behind him didn't help either. But he held on, realizing the winner of the game was the one who made the other cum first. He felt his muscles pushing into one another, competing for the precious space, and felt himself get heavier, but it was such a funny feeling because when he moved to accommodate his growing thighs, he felt the added mass but also felt it was effortless to move it around. He could see his pecs without even looking down, and over them his rock hard cock jutting from his crotch, which he couldn't see. He turned around again, and almost fell off his feet.
'So you thought you'd have it easy by not looking, huh?' asked the biggest muscle stud on this planet. Jan stood there, his mouth open. Mike had grown to such proportions that there wasn't a word to describe him. Both of them had made themselves incredibly wide in the shoulders, but Mike was now more than half as wide as he was tall. Standing there in the water, which reached just below his crotch, made him look even wider. His shoulders, pecs and abs looked permanently flexed, and there was enough of them to divide amongst three people and still make them look huge. Pecs bulging into a split shelf of muscle which jutted out 8 inches, clearly separated from shoulders just short of basketball size. Behind all that were lats which looked like a thick cloak, tapering down into a ultratight waist, tying into the immense ribcage by way of serratus muscles which looked sharp to the touch, and ready to cut themselves out through the skin. Abs?
Eight huge bulging squares, separated by gashes, but surrounding all that was a sea of tangled cords of muscle, going from obliques to intercostals. They looked immensely strong and certainly were to be able to carry that astonishing torso, the view partially obscured by a two-foot log of erect manflesh. Mike's traps sweeped up just below his ears, but you could still see the huge neck muscles tie into them. And his arms were enough to make Jan swoon, so big Mike's elbows were held out even with his incredible shoulder width. Upper arm muscles so huge they must have been a match in circumference to the waist, biceps and triceps bulging completely relaxed, and forearms that looked like they would burst the skin containing them into shreds with their razor-sharp cords. Mike just stood there, every breath moving those incredible cuts on his body as the muscles shifted a bit. Jan realized Mike was staring straight at him, and the fact that he must have looked very similar hit him with incredible force. Suddenly, Mike kneeled into the water, and said: 'Don't move, you only need the finishing touches', and then, with an impish grin, grabbed hold of Jan's cock, and stuffed the head in his mouth, which made Jan wince, and then made a gesture like he was blowing, which made Jan almost explode in laughter, and the only thing that kept him from doing so were his pecs which visibly swelled, growing. He felt his arms being lifted apart by his growing back and triceps, and he couldn't resist stroking his pecs, looking down at the immense expanse they made. He couldn't believe they were his, but the touch was very reassuring.
Mike was blowing the god of muscle mass. Jan was now impossibly huge, he was as much bigger compared to minutes before as he was minutes before, compared to a regular Joe from the street. Mike tasted his pre-cum, the aroma reminding him that this indeed was Jan. Mike knew he probably wasn't far behind in size, he felt strong as a bulldozer and his chest jutted out like shelf. A second ago he looked to the sides only to be amazed at the view of his shoulders protruding that far out, and being so huge. He wished Jan to match his size completely, and right now, looking from below, his mouth off the incredibly engorged head of Jan's cock, but his hand still securely on the shaft, he was looking at enough muscle to fill his view. Mike let his hands roam under the water finding two immense pillars of muscle that were Jan's thighs, and traced the deep gashes and cuts on them up to Jan's super-tight waist. From there up, the flare looked almost like an upturned pyramid. Mike took it all in at once, the lats thick as some men's whole torso, flaring upwards to a width of surely more than a yard. In front, that perfect six-pack that was now perfectly immense, cut inches deep, and moving with every breath Jan took. Like an improbable corset of sorts the obliques, cut into shreds, connected that incredible, hair outlined abdomen, with the wall of lats. And that corset moved and writhed too, like so many interwoven snakes, suddenly braking into a zig-zag pattern of sharp tiles that made the serratus muscles, right between the place where those immense lats became the widest, and the pecs rose like two granite plates. The thickness made Mike realize how big the abs were as well, because they competed for space with the bottom of the pecs. Jan's nipples pointed straight down, and they were visibly hard. He couldn't see Jan's face, but when he moved, his hands disappearing to reach the top of those immense pec muscle slabs, Mike almost came watching Jan's arms bulge, the triceps jutting outwards, and the biceps becoming a ball which pushed into the immense forearms, which even from this angle looked as big or bigger as the biggest upper arms Mike had ever seen before. As Jan's arms moved, the big balls of biceps muscle became even bigger, that perfect shape still clearly evident, the split visible inspite the gigantic swollen size. The knowledge that he himself was as big and as cut was as sexual as what he was looking at. The final touch was to give them both the pump of a lifetime on top of the gigantic muscle they both had now.
Mike stood up, still holding Jan by his cock, which was hot to the touch. Jan was almost panting in lust, and Mike realized he probably was as well. From head on, Jan looked even more incredible. The size of him was enough to obscure everything else, and it was visibly getting bigger, veins becoming prominent on his arms and the bottom of his abdomen. Mike regarded the sea of pec muscle, the hair outlining it even more now, for a moment he didn't dare touch it, but then he did, and he got touched back. He felt his own muscles get tight with the pump, it felt like his skin was several sizes too small. He didn't know where to look and touch first. Panting like two animals in heat, they both parted for a second, Mike just couldn't get enough of Jan and the only way he could see more was to step back, only for a second. As he did that, Jan surprised him with a double biceps pose which almost made him loose his footing. There were no words, it was pure sex, and not even touch was needed. With something like a sigh Jan breathed in, bringing his pecs up, until they jutted straight in front of him, and flexed his biceps. Just a little more and he'll explode, Mike thought, as he felt his balls tighten. There was no return. The rules had changed, and the goal was to cum all over each other. Before he lost any sense of what was actually going on, Mike parried with a pose of his own, and then it became a posing orgy. He saw pecs swell like balloons, biceps reaching fists easily, abs crunching into stone hard blocks, and lats spanning more than a yard of width, and then, he shot all over that muscle, holding his cock like a hose, shocked at the amount and the intensity all at once. The next thing he knew, two bodies were one, tangled, and groping, feeling, stroking, licking. A little later, he realized he had been kissing Jan, pressed tight into him, hugging him no doubt with immense strength, if he could judge by the hug he was getting back. It was difficult reaching Jan's face, their pecs pressed into one another. Their lips finally parted. Mike kept looking into the black eyes of his lover, and he realized, he was forever lost in them. There was no stereotype in saying those eyes were the window to the soul. For Mike, Jan's eyes were also the door, and right now, the souls have become one. His life as it was had definitely ended, to be replaced with one where he was joined with his other half. He felt Jan move, and it meant they both did. Mike felt Jan's grip tighten slightly, and then he felt his feet lifting off the bottom. He laughed, and Jan smiled. 'I just don't want to stop feeling you on me, and I want to make love to you without drowning' he whispered softly. Mike tangled his legs behind Jan, and it didn't even make him change pace. He didn't even want to guess their combined weight, because it didn't matter what it was. If this never happened, he would have loved Jan forever, but he silently thanked whoever was responsible for the extraordinary gift they shared, realizing they were getting all they could ever get.
Jan felt Mike's weight, carrying him, but if he had to keep doing that his whole life, he wouldn't mind at all. In fact, to be separated was the last thing he would ever want. Every inch of his skin that touched with Mikes felt on fire and it was wonderful. Dimly, he felt the warmth of the gravel beach under his feet as they sunk into it, and he lowered himself and Mike to the ground.
They had both become so big that embracing felt completely different, first of all because Jan couldn't reach around Mike so he was almost forced to hook him under the armpits with his arms. But, because of their size, the added area of contact was more than a compensation. For a second or two, they ended up directly face to face, separated by inches, their pecs flexing against each other. Jan looked straight into the eyes of his lover. In those eyes there was certainty which Jan had not felt for who knows how long, but he was glad he was feeling it now too. Mike smiled and they both relaxed in almost the same instant, and their lips were together. Then, their tongues were together. It lasted and lasted, but now there was another subtle connection, deep and powerful joining of the souls. Now, with Mike on him, kissing him, and Jan kissing back, their lips and tongues darting all over, wherever they could reach, Jan only wanted to go on. He was thrilled by what he felt with his hands, his chest, his abs, his legs, his cock, and it was more huge arms, pecs, abs and cock. Then, Mike moved up, simultaneously trying to reach down to get to Jan's cock, which suddenly provided Jan with the opportunity to taste Mike's own gargantuan cockhead. However, he wasn't given enough time to explore that, as he felt his own raging cock assaulted by Mike's ass, as he impaled himself on it.
But then Jan had an idea, and he lifted Mike off, which produced a very surprised look on his face for a second, and then, he brought his hips up, and then, it happened just the way he wished. He shuddered in pleasure, which was amplified to almost unbearable intensity by the look of pure lust on Mike's face, as they did what in all probability only they could do. Jan shuddered as he felt Mike sink down on his cock, at the same time he felt Mike's cock enter him. What happened next was very much dim in Jan's memory, and only the fact remained that it was some of the most unusual sex he ever had. His mind fleetingly touched the subject of the mechanics involved, as he caught himself moving, rotating to right angles with Mike, coupling with him in a frenzy of lust. His whole midsection was on fire, and it felt like it was spreading up his spine and down his legs, only to connect with Mike again through every bit of skin touching Mike, through his fingers and his lips. He came first, flexing in his orgasm, and when he could again understand what was going on around him again, he saw it brought Mike over the edge, he was staring at him, his eyes fixed to Jan's, and just trembling slightly, as Jan felt a huge amount of Mike's juices fill him up. There was such a mixture of serenity, surprise and lust on Mike's face, Jan remembered he just kissed him, and kept on for what felt like hours. Later, he remembered squeezing Mike's truly gargantuan biceps which he obligingly flexed, and then returning the favor by spreading his lats until he felt them cramp for Mike to feel in turn, while they were still coupled, only to come violently, together, a few seconds after. Then, after a period without memory, he was kissing Mike softly down his chin, and then his chest, licking his nipples, feeling his ass, and reaching down his legs, only to hold his hands a second later. He felt the ground underneath soaked with their combined juices, and relished in the feeling of being filled with them, and with Mike, and in doing the same to Mike. Then, it was bliss again.
Mike awoke with a mild start, realizing he was looking at an incredibly clear sky full of stars, which was slowly being bleached by the coming of dawn. It took minutes to actually remember where he was. When he did, he took a moment to marvel at the total absence of the fear of disorientation which he used to feel in occasions like this, and realized that the warmth of Jan, which he was still feeling, acted like a sort of spiritual anchor. He looked at the sky, chuckling inwardly that he didn't even move, and realized he actually didn't want to. Jan was using his arm as a pillow, and he felt Jan's arm under his lower back.
For a second he contemplated moving, thinking how Jan's arm must have gone to sleep, but then realized his hadn't. It was so strange to be so aware of one's own body, Mike thought. It probably had to do with adjustment, after all, he now quite probably looked beyond most peoples capability of imagination. He moved his left arm out from under his head, only to get a firsthand experience at what he had become—his back was so huge, that letting his head down on the ground almost left him looking backwards, comfortably propped on the huge mass of his traps and neck muscles. He let his hand roam around his body, and he had to admit it took some strength not to gasp loudly at what he was feeling. He realized his glutes had also grown huge and that Jan's forearm, which was also undoubtedly huge, was actually logged under the arch of his lower back. He also noticed he was slightly damp, and thought almost casually it was just morning dew, and almost laughed aloud at the casualness of that thought—it must have been quite cold but he didn't even feel it. Yet, only days ago he would be shivering and on the way to acquiring the mother of all colds. Then he went downwards toward his crotch, and stopped, realizing he was grinning. He couldn't help it, remembering the veritable orgy they had before. The thought of it started getting him hard, and he could clearly see his cock growing in the dawning light, but instead of assuming it's huge and straight mast-like appearance, it became bent, like some sort of oriental sword. It did serve it's purpose of making love in a way probably no one else could, and the experience was something which he couldn't compare with anything he had ever done before.
He wished it back the way it was, he was just sort of used to it. He chuckled softly remembering that there wasn't actually that much he did do before, but he sure was going to make up for it in the future. Doing anything with the right man, the man he loved made all the difference, and yesterday, it was all the difference in the world. It made the warmth that he was feeling from Jan, truly have a special meaning. There was no way he could imagine being without it.
Suddenly, he felt that warmth move.
'Mmmm… trying to get the better of me?' Jan muttered, and Mike felt his hand grip quite powerfully at his ass, and heard Jan chuckle in the semi-darkness.
Slowly, he felt Jan's touch move around to the front, then up and down the boulders of his abs and then to his crotch, and around the base of his cock, which was still stone hard. Jan pulled at it, making it sway. Mike was again surprised at the feeling of the weight of his own cock. It was by all standards absolutely immense. Before all this started Mike was well aware he was what one would consider very well endowed, but sometimes he saw that as an encumbrance.
Now he was more than twice as big, big enough to enter the record books easily, probably bigger than any normal human, and he loved it. He caught himself repeating 'normal human' in his head. Yet, he felt very much normal himself, and if someone put him beside someone… well, normal, the comparison would probably be ridiculous. He turned his head to Jan, only to look right into his staring eyes. Jan answered the question before Mike could really ask it.
'You look absolutely incredible' Jan said. Mike almost laughed out loud because that was just what he was going to say. He thought about this.
'Jan, to tell you the truth, I don't really know how I look. But if I look anything like you…' Jan looked at him for a moment, and then said: 'Well, lets see, what do you look like. Hmmm. Well, you have the biggest everything I have ever seen, at least twice the size of anything else I have ever seen. It's kind of difficult to describe without numbers. There's a good word for it—freak.—
'Well, that makes two of us. It certainly feels good to be a freak' Mike said.
'Yes, so it does, doesn't it' Jan said, smiling. When he gesticulated, his whole body was in motion, the muscles twitched and writhed, flexed and puffed up. It kept Mike's mantool engorged to the max, and Jan's was on the way to full mast too.
'Well, one of us is going to have to take care of that or I think you're going to burst' Jan said, stroking Mike's cock. Mike was well aware of it but his eyes were stuck to Jan's own organ which was now extending over Mike's abs, getting bigger and harder by the second, also returning to it's normal, only slightly curved immense length.
'Man, you're hard as stone, I never saw anything like it.' Jan said. Mike suddenly realized he was stroking himself and flexing slowly. The daylight was now complete and looking at Jan and himself alternately made him want to stand up and flex until he came, thinking how big he had become, how big they both have become. He could feel the power of his incredibly huge muscles, and it was something so deeply erotic.
'You can feel it too, can't you' Jan asked. 'Come on Mike, you know there's nothing to be ashamed of, we're in this together' Jan continued. Mike noticed he was also stroking his abs, taking attention to flex his biceps as he was going up those incredibly deep chasms. 'Flex your muscles, feel your biceps grind into your pecs and your lats spread your arms, and watch how your cock becomes hard over your own self-worship. Mike, it's all right to do that, it's a man thing—you wouldn't look like this if you didn't want to, and it's an incredible feeling to be the biggest, strongest and hungest SOB that walks this earth' Jan said. Mike just laughed. He was absolutely right. 'Next to me, that is' Jan added, chuckling.
Jan could see the change in Mike's eyes, and it was very amusing to watch.
'Oh, really?' Mike said. 'Feel this and weep' he said, and flexed his biceps until Jan thought it would jump out of Mike's arm and hit him in the face. It became a huge ball with a split peak, and it's power had to be balanced by the triceps which made it become three cords the size of lesser men's whole arms which were in turn, just like the biceps, divided into smaller cords. Jan was sure he was starting to see the individual fibers. He grabbed the huge mound, using considerable strength to poke his hand between the peak and Mike's upper arm, and squeezed hard, but it was hard as the hardest steel alloy. 'Kingdom for a tape measure' Jan thought, but said 'Not bad, not bad at all' instead. God only knows how big this biceps is, he thought, they had both grown so big it was very difficult to grasp the proportions. He stood right next to Mike, and flexed his left arm to the side of Mike's right. It was a little trick, his left was always a tiny bit bigger than his right. The size of it now surprised him, it made his forearm collide into it. He was very much muscle-bound, and it felt like he was on the top of the world. They stood like that, arm to arm, Mike's left and Jan's right hand groping and comparing in turn. Jan could see that they were almost exactly the same, although, deep down he had to admit Mike's arm looked ever so slightly bigger. Maybe he was only imagining it.
'Don't you go morphing on me' Mike said, through his teeth, never relaxing.
'Whatever for?' Jan said, in the same way. 'You need that, not me' Suddenly, Mike moved, and Jan felt his cock being squeezed. He almost came but managed to hold himself together.
'Cheat' he muttered, barely suppressing laughter. He turned slightly, and flexed his pecs, and then went into a most muscular. Mike matched him almost instantly.
A second later, they were flexing into each other, as hard as they possibly could, their teeth gritting, pec to pec. There was enough space between their faces for someone to stand on their flexed chest muscles. Jan felt his cock, as hard as it could possibly get, crossed with Mike's, underneath their flexed pecs.
'This feels so good' Mike said.
'Yes… but I'm still bigger' Jan said, this time not able to suppress a mischievous grin.
'Not a chance' Mike said, laughing. Jan suddenly moved and tried to embrace Mike, in an attempt to start a wrestling match, but of course that wasn't at all easy. First of all, Mike's chest was so big Jan's arms fell hopelessly short of connecting, and then, Mike made it impossible by flaring his lats and catching Jan's arms between them and his arms.
'So, what are you going to do now?' Mike asked, smiling a devilish grin. Jan hooked his arms under Mike's armpits and pulled up. It wasn't completely effortless because Mike had seen through his intention and started to do the same. Still, Jan was surprised how easily he moved Mike, and Mike was, like Jan himself, something like a quarter of a ton of muscle. Muscle, which was right now writhing. Suddenly, Jan was off balance. Mike had lifted his feet and wrapped his legs around Jan's waist. Jan was quite sure Mike was quite capable of doing damage even to him just by squeezing with his thighs, and there was a fleeting thought along the lines of 'Thank God it's him'. Still, no matter what the strength, gravity has it's own laws. Jan tried to hold himself up, but finally, they both fell rolling to the ground. In the whole commotion, Mike ended up sitting on Jan's thighs. As soon as he realized the situation he whooped an 'I win!' and started banging himself into his chest like some sort of a giant ape. It produced a sound like a huge drum, but muffled because of the huge amount of muscle.
'Oh, no you don't' Jan said, and crunched his abs. He amazed himself watching his abs become so tight he felt his pecs being pushed upwards. His intention was to throw Mike off, and he would have done that if his own cock, stone hard, didn't poke him into the eye. 'Ow…' he yelped, more surprised than really hurt. Mike almost doubled up laughing. Then, he held both their cocks to the side, hard and huge, like two masts, and slowly let himself down. Finally, with a bit of maneuvering, he kissed Jan.
'Man, if it feels so good to fight with you, I wish I was a fighter so we could do this more often' Mike said. 'Besides, I've always wanted to do this…' he continued, and started hitting himself in his chest again, but stopped after only a few thuds because he doubled over with laughter, joined by Jan. The scene was absolutely hilarious and Jan just couldn't offer any more resistance. 'Oh, and have you noticed your cock is getting too big' Mike said, again breaking into laughter. Jan would have felt embarrassed if it wasn't so funny. 'Oh yeah, what are you complaining about, yours is probably even bigger. It looks like an inflated log' Jan said. 'And I love every inch of it… and so do you. Besides, weren't you saying you were bigger a second ago' Mike asked, flexing his cock under Jan's stroking hands for emphasis. You bet I love it, Jan thought. 'It can't be too big' they both said in unison, which started another salvo of laughter. It took a while to calm down.
'You know, this really is a male thing. I'd really like to know how big we are, it's kind of strange being so big you can't even see parts of yourself, unless you try kama-sutra' Mike said.
'Like what parts, your ass? Looks good, you don't need to bother' Jan said, feeling the rock hard muscle in Mike's ass.
'Oh, you know what I mean. I've always thought I'd never want to be this big, only to catch myself saying, o yes I would, and in the end I'd always end that argument with a: who cares, since it's impossible anyway. Well, it's possible now, and it feels real good. And I'm beginning to see that thing about numbers and Physicists from an entirely different angle' he finished, laughing.
'Well, I thought about that and I've got just the right thing, waiting in the cabin' Jan said.
Jan went in first. He managed only at the third attempt—first he almost knocked his head into the top of the doorframe They both looked at each other in wonder. Mike concluded that they must have grown slightly taller, an automatic reaction to enable them to carry the muscle they now had. Before, they could both just feel the top of the doorframe graze their hair as they passed. On the next attempt Jan almost tore out the whole doorframe with his shoulders, finally managing to bend and enter sideways on the third attempt. Mike could see he actually liked the fact he had outgrown the door, and to tell the truth, so did Mike himself.
In a minute, Jan had gotten out that 'bazooka folded in half' thing, and disassembled it into a thin stand, toped by a horizontal cylinder, much like a portable projection screen. Then, with a dramatic movement, he pulled the small handle in the middle of the cylinder down to the floor.
'A mylar mirror! Jan, you scoundrel…' Mike started, but it was absolutely appropriate. Extended, the two thin metal-coated foil strips side by side made a huge three by two yard mirror. Mike had seen one of those, albeit smaller, before and wondered at the brain behind that perfect face, talk about forethought! Jan moved the stand and all right to the wall, and when the foil settled, Mike caught the first glimpse of Jan and himself in the mirror. For a moment he was speechless.
Looking back at him were two giants. They were a very even match. Both, now shoulder to shoulder barely fitted the size of the mirror foil. For a second Mike and Jan looked at each other and like they had rehearsed they both took a step back. Suddenly, Mike became aware of the fact the floorboards squeaked, as they both stood side by side the weight must have been immense.
It took a while until Mike could speak, and it seemed the same predicament had befallen Jan. Mike had seen what Jan had become and knew that he probably looked the same, but seeing the whole picture was an entirely different thing. After all, that was Jan, he was supposed to be big. Several days just weren't enough to get used to this, Mike thought. Jan just said 'Wow.' Just as an idea, Mike tried a front lat spread, and couldn't help a silent gasp as he watched his own muscle expand to a yard wide wall of rock hard flesh, and then even wider, while Jan joined him, competing for precious mirror space. A minute later, they both started stroking their inflated dicks as well as flexing for each other in the mirror, and two minutes after that, with grunts of immense satisfaction, they stroked each other's muscle and cocks, facing each other, until cumming all over each other's abs and chest. It was like a mirror game of sorts where Mike matched every move Jan made and the other way around, never looking directly at each other but at their mirror images instead. It left Mike slightly sweating, breathing hard, and with the most pleasurable buzz of morning sex. He looked into the mirror again, at his cock which still stood hard as a rock, it's head logged between his huge pecs. With every move of his upper body, Mike saw the permanent splits in his pecs ripple into even more striations. They were so big that he could flex them up to his chin. He rubbed the mixture of his and Jan's cum into them, and Jan helped him. Hands soon went all over both bodies again.
'It seems that we can't do much more than fuck, jack off, flex and stroke' Mike said, never stopping of course. Jan nodded. 'Well, that's what we're here for'.
He paused for a second. 'Mike, we have to do it' Jan said. Mike nodded. He knew what Jan meant. 'It's just a male thing I guess, we would have done it sooner or later' Jan said. Mike thought it sounded like an apology. 'I thought I was the one with doubts' he said. Jan looked into him for a second. 'Mike, I think we should both do it together'. Mike knew what he felt. It was a fear that kept coming to him regularly the last few days, the fear of what he would become. But somehow, at this moment, he knew Jan was right. It was something they had to do, and it was something they both wanted. After all it was only natural.
'No, you first' Mike said. Jan looked at him, inquisitively for a second.
'I want to have the first go at you' Mike said, smiling. He wouldn't have had it any other way.
'OK, might as well get it over with' Jan said. 'Ready?' He asked next, and Mike almost wanted to laugh, but he could understand the hesitation.
'Ready' Mike said.
Jan never really made the wish as such, it was almost like a blurred image and an impression of how he would imagine the feeling of becoming it. He watched himself in the mirror, noticing Mike looking at him with a look of anticipation, an expression which was almost a facial equivalent of a runner's crouch before the starting gun is fired. Suddenly, Jan felt something like a hot wave go over him. First he felt something like a momentary dizziness, and then e felt like he was supercharged. Or rather, being supercharged, because he could see his own image in the mirror start to expand. He heard Mike gasp, and then it took off in waves. Jan watched in disbelief as his already impossibly thick pecs suddenly blew up into cords, which then grew almost double as thick in a matter of two seconds. He managed half a gasp of surprise, cut to silence mid way by his shoulders following the same transformation. He actually felt them getting heavier, but there wasn't time even to get used to the feeling. He lifted his hand only to see the bones in it becoming visibly thicker, then the veins become hugely distended like his blood pressure suddenly went ballistic, and then he saw the skin in his forearms being stretched by the growing muscle until he was sure he saw stretch marks develop, and start to itch, only to stop and be repaired in front of his unbelieving eyes into perfectly tanned skin, which actually looked like it wasn't there because it didn't hide a single striation or cut in the muscle. He looked back at the mirror, only to get a glimpse of his lats visibly inflating, together with his arms, but he barely had time to watch, feeling that he was suddenly loosing balance. He looked down and spread his legs, which were now double sized compared to before, almost stumbling trying to maintain balance with a still growing upper body, his arms spread outwards. He looked at Mike, whose eyes darted all over him with an expression between drooling and disbelief. Suddenly there was a feeling like a lull. Jan looked back into the mirror and saw something like a purely sexual and streamlined version of the incredible hulk on steroids, with a face Jan recognized as his own. He just managed to say 'Mike…' before he felt that supercharged feeling again. It was like he became two persons in the same body. The feeling was intensely sexual and felt by one person, while the other rationally watched this from afar, amazed. For a second he got the distinct feeling his body was…almost deciding how to proceed, and then the feeling became intense. In a spurt of growth, he felt his muscles growing further, his pecs inflated before him, he barely had time to adjust his stance with the size of his thighs, and his arms were pushed outwards by his still expanding lats and triceps, while his biceps became a permanent peak the size of a bowling ball, with a huge gash straight down the middle. He tried to move his head to look at them, only to find his shoulders literally jumping under his skin, like they were trying to free themselves of it, and his head was in every sense becoming muscle-bound with bulging traps and neck muscles. The sensation of growth was something quite like cumming, and he felt it in every fiber of his body, grunting with pleasure.
He was aware he was hard like never before and the rational side of him wondered why he hadn't cum. It was almost like something was keeping him from it. He glanced into the mirror, trying to turn his immense bulk, the floor squeaking ominously under him. The growth had again slowed. He became aware of Mike feeling and groping all over with almost a shock, the feeling of growth was quite unlike anything that happened before, and it was so intense he didn't even notice Mike's hands on him. Mike had the face of total sexual adulation, and he had obviously come all over himself, his cock pressing into his pecs. Jan looked back into the mirror. He had grown taller, he could see the top of Mike's head easily, and he noticed his facial features looked somehow accentuated. Below that was a body which could be described as improbable. At a height of about 7 feet, his shoulders must have been almost 5 feet wide. He could see his lats only because his arms, which looked a foot and a half across, were spread almost straight out from his body. His torso tapered to an incredibly tight and small waist, considering the size of the rest of him, and his abs looked like bricks stacked sideways, they were thicker than their width, and pushed out and up so much that his pecs, which looked like balloons had to give way. Below all that were thighs that could carry a mountain. He stood spread legged for the size of them, each was half again as wide as his waist. Although he had managed to get used to a much lesser version of this stance before, anything else and his legs would have to crouch. In front of all that his cock was bloated until it shined like glass, even bigger than before, much bigger. His balls were squeezed by his gargantuan thighs. He was the biggest man on the planet, and he only wanted more. He barely had time to say 'Oh yes!' before he got more, surprised how his voice sounded deeper and more resonant. The feeling was back and it was stronger than ever. In a second it looked like someone heat shrunk his skin until he could feel it getting tighter, and his muscles, ready to burst, suddenly showed cuts and striations never before seen by human eyes. He didn't even have time to think about it when his cock suddenly expanded like it was being blown up. It became longer in spurts of six inches at a time, another Jan watching as his balls followed suit, growing like someone was pumping them up. He shouted out in total ecstasy and saw his muscles inflate further, becoming still bigger. He flexed in a double biceps pose, which blew the exaggerated size of his arms into shapes that would have been obscene if they weren't pure distilled sex. Flexing was like cumming, the feeling of every muscle exploding into inflated belies, balls and bricks. He wasn't sure any more if he was looking at himself or merely feeling it happen—he felt about ready to burst and he could see himself in a strange blurred fashion, inflating even more, with something like a throbbing motion. His cock now extended straight up and was still growing, having reached past his face he couldn't even see how big it was, it's thickness becoming a tumescence which pressed his gargantuan thighs further apart, his balls two elongated shapes the size of footballs, also stretching his ballsac tight, just as his muscle did with his skin. Suddenly he felt hands on them and it was like something snapped. Every muscle in his body must have crunched to he max, as he saw his cock suddenly thicken to double it's size, and extend until it couldn't hold itself up any more with it's weight. He felt it fall and that was the last conscious feeling—then he felt like he was really exploding, but it was a feeling of complete and utter orgasm, it was like every cell in his body was cumming at once, but it wasn't like a sudden flash, it built up until he couldn't see any more, and before it took him over completely he felt himself growing, he must have still been holding that double biceps pose and he felt his upper arms being lifted up and his forearms pushed apart, and his feet literally scraped themselves on the floor being still pushed further. He must have yelled, but it was completely unimportant.
Mike was learning what it was to feel mortal fear. He was sure there were tears flowing down his face, but he ignored them, no, he denied them. He must have called and shouted dozens of times, sitting on what Jan had become. The face was Jan's all right, somehow even more handsome, and it had an almost cherubic smile on it. He was breathing, slowly, like sleeping, completely undisturbed by Mike's weight. He had pulled an eyelid off and saw completely open pupils, staring at nothing. Mike was acutely aware he was nearing a nervous breakdown. He was almost ready to admit this was the payment he was so afraid of. Just minutes before, Mike was on the way to a total and blissful sexual stimulation. The man he loved had already by all standards became a superman, and before his very eyes he was becoming the essence of the male sex, amplified a thousand times. He literally blew up into size, muscle cock and all, into the most exaggerated symbol of male power and sex. Mike was dimly aware he must have cum several times just feeling and looking as it happened, a large part of the pleasure derived from Jan's own pleasure which was evident. But then, things went wrong.
Jan was just out of it, and Mike… he was too selfish to stop it and he could have, but it just felt too good. Now, it has been minutes since Jan grew to incredible proportions, and then came, collapsing on the floor with a huge thud, and just lay there, like a doll with the strings cut. All the cool-headedness Mike was famous for had evaporated in these minutes, and he was just about ready to scream his head off in panic, when suddenly, with a deep sigh which lifted Mike up a foot, Jan finally opened his eyes. Mike was so overcome he started kissing him into the face, and attempting to hug him, which was probably impossible for him in his current state. Jan just blinked at him, finally saying 'Mike, you got to try this'. It stopped Mike dead in his tracks, relief suddenly replaced by anger. Mike would have started to hit Jan if he didn't suddenly find himself in a hug which could crumple him, and right now looked on the way to do that. He barely managed to rasp a 'Jan…' before he almost blacked out.
Suddenly the pressure was gone.
“Sorry about that' Jan said, and then stretched playfully, exhaling, which made Mike sink a foot lower. The scene brought his cock back to full hardness almost with a snap. Then, he could see Jan's eyes focus on him, with an expression of incredulity.
'What happened to you?' he asked. It was unmistakably Jan's voice but it had such overtones or rather undertones of pure power that if he had said 'go away' to the cabin they were in, it would have grown small legs, risen on them and shuffled away to lurk in the woods.
Mike realized what he was referring to. He was soaked and sticky, and dripping.
What seemed like an hour ago he thought his balls would burst, he must have cum three times in a matter of minutes looking at the process of creation of pure male sex impersonated, but when Jan came as the finishing touch of that process, it was literally gallons. Remembering it almost made him cum now, regardless of how the growth ended. He felt all the fear and anger dissipate. His Jan was back, different, but he could only love him. He removed himself from the sprawled figure on the floor, Jan's eyes following him. Then, Jan tried to stand up, and finally succeeded after his face went through several stages of extreme incredulity, interspersed by a quick course of moving himself about. When he finally stood up, his head finished more than a foot over Mike's, and Mike laughed aloud as Jan took several half steps back trying to see Mike over his own chest, which produced several very painful sounding squeaks from the floor, and Mike could feel himself being lifted by an inch or so as Jan shifted his weight, bending the floorboards. Then, Mike saw Jan's eyes stop on the mirror, which was still standing there, miraculously missed by the abundant volleys of cum shot in the last half hour.
'Oh… my… God…' was all Jan could say. He was now a fully grown man.
Emphasis on fully, grown, and man. In front of Mike was a creature which human minds never dared imagine.
He must have been 8 feet tall, and to accommodate the muscle, his bones had grown very thick and wide. Even if there was no muscle on him the width of Jan's shoulders would easily be over four feet. As it was, that incredible frame was bursting with muscle of incredible size and shape. His traps merged with huge neck muscles in a tangle, and run from jut under his ears into the biggest shoulders possible. There was absolute truth in that assessment, Jan had reached the maximum size he could be. He was over 5 feet wide, his pecs looked like two huge balls which were inflated after being crammed into a square mold, and managed to destroy the mold in the process. They were thick enough to protrude a foot in front of his face, and reach up to his chin. They merged in an angry conflict with shoulder and arm muscles, a conflict made even worse by the traps.
There was no bone visible or even imaginable, the shoulders were capped by muscle almost two feet across. Even the three separate parts were slashed into separate parts allowing the other muscles to tie into the clavicles somewhere deep underneath. The middle part of the deltoid extended upwards in a huge arch which suddenly bent down, creating a more rectangular form, giving the shoulders even more width as if they weren't already wide enough. The size of the muscle could only be likened with thighs of the biggest men there had been before this specimen appeared. The front delt bulged outwards only narrowly loosing the battle for the most prominent bulge. The pecs were split by three huge gashes which were so deep that Mike could see chest hair disappear in them. There were tens of lesser splits, and amongst that there were permanent striations which looked finger deep. Nipples were nowhere to be seen, but probably nestled somewhere in the crevice between the inflated pecs and the biggest ab muscles imaginable. They didn't merely look like tiles, they looked like someone put ten huge blocks on top of each other and twenty slightly smaller ones on each side, and then squashed from above until it barely fitted the space available. Jan's abs protruded inches outwards, making the hair that used to run down the middle of them almost invisible. Mike noticed the belly button was completely invisible, hidden who knows how deep. The six-pack Jan used to have now became almost a ten-pack, the bottom of his abdomen had separated by two more shallow splits, and the central line running from the middle of his pecs, went down, surfacing two inches from his crotch. Every muscle showed striation, throughout the abdominal area, making shapes that looked like they were barely containing themselves from bursting. They were strange striations, never before seen, an underlying fiber-like pattern. Up over the carved stone of the obliques and tens of muscular bulges, interwoven and bulging, the lats flared outwards only inches above the waist, which was thicker than it was wide. Those lats suddenly expanded to a yard wide, and then became even wider than the shoulders, over a foot thick, and getting thicker as they went upwards, holding the biggest arms on the planet out until the upper arms were practically horizontal. The shape of those was incredible. The biceps was a split ball the size of a huge pumpkin, so big that relaxed it looked like it was going to fall out of the skin, were it not for a cluster of huge tendons holding it attached towards the elbow, pushing out the forearms the size of huge hams. The wrists must have been 5 inches across to accommodate the huge tendons which twitched as Jan moved his hands which also became huge, but they looked ridiculously small compared to the piles of forearm muscles, like pieces of pipe clustered together. Behind all that was the most immense triceps of all times, pushed out by the lats, and clearly visible from any angle, each head striated like it was made of woven cable, the smallest the size of a finger. Those arms must have been five feet around, and they were totally relaxed. The veins running over were like a network, a map of angry bulging branches. Back down, somewhere out of the ab musculature two veins went out and branched down over the thighs. Those were absolutely incredible, showing that the quads were misnamed, and actually had a dozen different, hugely bulging parts, coming into huge knees, keeping them well apart with their gargantuan bulk, two feet wide and three feet thick, tapering into the waist.
Under the knees were calves which looked like someone put two boulders and four pipes in a sack and attached it to the bone. Even the opposing muscles were showing, two four-inch thick bands with slanted striations, split into tens of fingers as they attached to the bone. The feet were a huge size, but totally proportional and just beautiful, large to hold the immense weight, a ton or possibly even more. In front of all that was the biggest piece of manmeat, flanked by balls the size of overinflated footballs, in an amazingly tight sack.
The shaft of flesh was completely flaccid, nevertheless four inches thick and the head which even deflated was the size of a small melon, hung an inch short of the floor. It wasn't about to remain soft for long, two huge veins that were feeding it with blood churning with Jan's arousal over himself, bulging to twice their thickness in a second.
'You are going to need help with that' Mike said, and picked Jan's cock up roughly in the middle, which produced a deep sigh. Jan looked down, and Mike could see Jan had just grasped the size of what Mike was now holding in his hand. It was drooping over it and only that part was easily over a foot and a half long. Mike could next see Jan realizing what that meant with the extreme growth they were capable off.
'Oh, shit, how… how big does it get???' he asked, incredulously.
Caught off guard, Mike was silent for a few seconds. Oh, he would remember how that hard-on looked for the rest of his life, but that didn't mean it was easy describe it. In fact, he wasn't even sure he believed what he had seen. 'You'll be surprised' was all Mike could say.