Small problems

By The Obsessive-Compulsive 
7 parts
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Part 1

Curt sighed in frustration. He was miles away from home and conceptually even further away from his goals. Attending the school of Biological Sciences at the Mayo Research Institute in Rochester had been a great opportunity … and doing it at age 16 was an even greater honor. The sandy-haired youth had been so bored with typical schooling, it had even started to bring down his impressive G.P.A. back home in Montana. It had been his parents and counselors who decided that early college placement would be the appropriate setting for his studies.

Not that he felt that they were wrong … he’d learned so much during the past six months that he felt certain he’d gain his undergraduate degree inside of three more years. The only problem was that he missed the familiar faces and comforts of home.

Leaning back in his dorm-standard chair, Curt sighed and turned down the heat on the amino compound he’d been working on and ran his fingers through his hair. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have anyone to talk to; he called home every Sunday and even chatted with a couple of the guys from BioChem after class on Tuesday and Thursday. He even had met Kevin… He was the type of boyfriend who almost made him feel welcome and … normal.

But being so far from home for the first time made him lonely. It didn’t matter how much he liked the studies or learning; he still missed the familiar surroundings of home. Oh, a couple of times, he’d tried to make his new home feel more like Montana, but Minnesota wasn’t really his cup of tea. He needed a confidant; someone to hold hands with and just feel cared for. Kevin filled that category, but any relationship with him was probably predestined for failure.

It wasn’t his fault; certainly not! But, like at home, Curt had serious misgivings about himself. He wasn’t really bad-looking; actually, he would probably be considered handsome if he ever really concentrated on his hair and clothes; but he was … inadequate … in other areas.

Three areas to be precise: His height, his penis and his balls.

All of them were under-developed to an extreme degree. Curt only stood about 5’5” and really had to reach to get to the high shelves in the dorm closet. All his life, he’d been too small to really get by as easily as his friends who were easily half a foot taller than he was. It had been a constant source of humiliation and embarrassment for him over the years. But even more so was his genitalia. He’d only had sex twice in high school and each time had ended the same way. The boys had been kind, but he’d gained the reputation around school as being “Curt: The Tiny Weenie Wonder”.

Kevin was no different from the other lovers he’d had. He treated Curt like he suspected he’d treat anyone else, but that still couldn’t conceal his disappointment. When the two’d had sex a week ago, he acted like he didn’t mind. Except Curt recognized that look of disappointment in his eye and knew that down deep, nothing had changed. Curt even suspected he was somewhat of a size fetishist, and knew that sex between them would never be what either he or he wanted.

Ever since he was fourteen, he’d been measuring himself to see if adolescence would catch him up to the other guys in the gym class locker room. It had been a fruitless wait. Even now, halfway between 16 and 17 years old, his erection could only reach a maximum three and a half inches long. His balls were similarly-sized, being about half the diameter of ping pong balls. It was frustrating as well as humiliating. Why did he have to be this way?

And why couldn’t he change it?

For the past two months he’d been experimenting with baths of amino acids and trace chemicals found in DNA strands linked to sexual development. He’d tried countless experiments, but all his work was for nothing … so far. His research would probably get him kicked out of the school if anyone found out; and since there was no cooking allowed in dorm rooms, it was a constant risk of someone smelling the warming chemicals and asking too many questions or complaining.

He’d tested each one of his concoctions with specially designed litmus paper and chemical interaction mixes. Some had yielded more promise than others, but nothing significant enough to risk using on himself. Wearily, he checked the clock; it was nearly 2am. Shaking his head, he dully added another five c.c.’s of Carbon-Hydroxide mixture #42 to the basic formula he’d concocted this week. If it worked, it should turn blue. Down deep, he knew it wouldn’t.

Through bleary eyes, he watched the particles partially dissolved in the CHide drift into the amino bath along with the other compounds. He turned up the flame beneath them. For several moments nothing happened … then it began to change color.

Blue.

Curt blinked and straightened up in his chair. It had changed to blue. Perfect blue without striations or lack of tint. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he peered closer for any signs of impurity. With a nervous laugh he quickly recorded this last step in his journal and noted the passage of the new compound by visual inspection. It was fantastic!

Quickly, he jumped up and spun around! He’d done it … the compound passed the color test … every other one had failed! And yet… His gaze went back to the blue liquid simmering away atop its flame. That was just the first test. Lord only knew how the compound would effect a living subject.

He walked over to the desk again and withdrew a tiny amount from the vial with an eyedropper. Taking it into his bedroom, he put it on the dresser by his bed to let it cool. Lying down, he thought about what he’d have to do if he succeeded. Buy new pants, that was for sure! But how big should he go? In some of his fantasies, he’d dreamt about being like those porno stars he’d seen on some videos … the guys who looked like they were hung like ponies. Still, that could be difficult. There were many guys who didn’t like large men; it would seriously limit his dating range! Then again, he thought as he massaged his groin, he was doing this for himself; not anyone else…

Daydreaming, he reached down to the tiny lump at his crotch and began to massage his cock with his fingertips. Soon it would be different; this would be the last time he came as the “Tiny Weenie Wonder”.

As he drifted off to sleep, the beaker in the next room continued to simmer…

Part 2

The electronic buzz of Curt’s alarm clock brought him to instant awareness. The night had passed quickly and it was nearly 9:00 Saturday morning. Blearily, he pawed at the incessant clock until it stopped its irritating noise. He’d woken with a hard-on (not surprising considering the dreams he’d had the night before) and looked down at his feeble erection.

With a hopeful smile, he patted his tiny member and stroked himself for a few minutes. Allowing the erotic sensation to ripple over him, he indulged his last waking dream for a few more minutes and reached over to the eye dropper. It had cooled down and still held the dark blue color.

“Here goes nothing…” he sarcastically muttered. Squeezing out a few drops onto the tip of his erect penis, he massaged the oil-like fluid over himself. A few more drops on his balls and he sat back in bed to see if anything would happen. Minutes passed.

No tingling sensation, no warmth … nothing.

Perhaps a larger dosage… After all, according to his calculations, the amount in the eye dropper should give him a 200% increase, and he’d only used a third of the total. Waiting for another fifteen minutes just to be sure, he gently applied the remainder of the solution.

Masturbating slowly, he rubbed the chemical into his flesh until a thin, blue sheen covered his genitals. Slowly, Curt’s skin absorbed the liquid and his cock ‘n balls returned to their former color. Still watching, he set the timer on his alarm clock. Something should happen at least within the first quarter-hour… That was one of the signs it would be working. Time passed slowly.

Fifteen minutes went by … then another fifteen.

No change.

Curt clenched his eyes shut as he felt his heart drop. He had been so close… The DNA chemical discoveries, the amino bath … even the mass-increase problems. Everything had been worked out. He’d worked on natural sex development for such a long time that…

He sat up suddenly. The amino bath!

Jumping out of bed stark naked, he ran into the main room of his dorm. The flame was still burning and the Pyrex beaker had boiled down to a thick, blue sludge on the bottom. Overnight, he’d boiled off at least 85% of the liquid contents of his material… With the expense of replacing it, it would be weeks before he could afford to try again! Dismay overcoming him, Curt capped the Bunsen burner and collapsed into the overstuffed chair he kept by the window.

Blankly, he stared at the glop in the two-litre container he’d cooked down over the past six hours. Deep inside a part of him didn’t want to believe he’d made such a thick-headed blunder. Still, there it was; staring him in the face. He only had himself to blame. The experiment was unsalvageable. Or was it.

The analytical part of Curt’s mind started working on the problem. Fueled by desperation, he slowly sat up and stared at the near-empty beaker. True, most of the crucial amino-acids would’ve broken down under that kind of sustained heat, but what if the key elements had already finished their reaction? The remaining glop might have properties that the batch from earlier lacked. Quickly taking the beaker, he ran it over to the pan of room temperature water he kept on the window sill. Immersing it slowly, he started cooling the boiled mixture.

Going back into the bedroom, he snapped up the eyedropper, his calculator and a large petri dish. Most of the fluid had been lost; a certain percentage of it must’ve been ruined by the long-term exposure. However, he could theoretically calculate how much active ingredient may be left in the blue sludge. Maybe enough for a valid test.

After a few moments, his fingers finished their trek across the keypad. If his calculations were correct, there should be enough left in the sludge for another three eyedroppers full! Anxiously, he checked the temperature of the glop and filled the eyedropper. Sitting back in the chair carefully, he lay he his balls and penis in the petri dish and squeezed the contents of the eyedropper over himself.

It was still somewhat hot and Curt winced as he rubbed the thick chemical over his genitals. Vigorously, he rubbed the stuff into his skin until his flesh took on the same dark blue color as before. Quickly, he checked the clock on the wall. 9:40.

A faint tingle seemed to seep into his penis as he sat and watched. Still nothing happened. 9:50 came and went with no change … the tingle began to fade. Desperate, Curt grabbed the remaining glop and poured it over his cock and began rubbing it in. The tingle remained, but nothing happened. Soon, as the clock slowly etched its way to 10:20, the feeling faded and left him with a blue-stained cock still the same small size as ever…

Closing his eyes, he cursed his luck. He’d almost had it. It had reacted like he thought it might, except for the lack of growth. It shouldn’t have been much, but there should’ve been something visible at the early stage. Interaction with his own glands should’ve seen to that… Sighing, he slowly got up. Fetching his clothes and a towel, he walked down to the dorm showers around the corner.

Making sure that there was no one inside, he folded his clothes in one of the cubicles and went into the large shower area. Quickly, he started to wash the blue color off of his cock. It didn’t seem to be doing very well, but at least the erotic feelings showed him he could at least still fantasize… More vigorously, he rubbed himself as he worked the abnormal coloration out of his skin. Soon hard, he looked around. No one in yet; most of the dorm guys slept in ‘till at least Noon on Saturday.

Sighing, Curt began stroking himself off.

Slowly, he began to feel a bit better about the whole situation; he’d be able to continue … it would just take a while. Stroke after stroke brought him to the edge of cumming when, with a shock, he noticed the tingle had come back. Looking down at his soap-covered member, he could feel the tingle build as he built himself towards climax. Groaning in pleasure, he continued more rapidly, pumping himself harder and faster. Soon, with a roaring heat, the tingle seemed to explode into the most sensual experience Curt had ever had. It felt like he was cumming, but he couldn’t.

Looking down, he almost couldn’t believe his eyes. His cock was growing! Eyeballing his size against his own hand, he was already at least a half inch beyond his normal 3 1/2 and growing as he watched. He stopped pumping himself as his balls tried to cum; but nothing happened. Instead, the pressure seemed to build along his whole length and he just continued to grow larger.

And larger.

Five inches came and went, as did six. Slowly, his hard-on got thicker and longer as his tiny balls began to swell. It was like watching a long, thick balloon slowly fill. The pressure was growing more and more intense as seven inches neared. His balls were almost an inch and a half across now as the pressure swelled and suddenly, released.

With orgasmic shock, Curt watched himself spray an arc of cum across the shower room to the opposite wall, six feet away. Each spasm shook him with uncontrolled sexual ecstasy as he continued to churn out his juices. Gradually, the effect waned and left Curt panting in tired relief. Slowly, he felt the tingle fade as he looked down to his still-stiff member in his hands.

Enormously thick, his engorged cock was still throbbing at the workout it had received. Easily spanning seven inches in length, Curt’s penis was an inch and three-quarters in diameter with balls that sagged—exhausted from their exertions—an amazing three inches across each. Curt smiled wearily in dumbfounded amazement. It was incredible! In under ten minutes he’d grown to somewhat larger-than-normal proportions with balls like tangerines…

It may not have been the size he’d been aiming for, but he’d finally done it!

After washing down the opposite wall of the showers, Curt dried himself off and quickly went back to his dorm room to call Kevin. He had a real treat in store for him, and he couldn’t wait to see his response!

Part 3

Kevin enjoyed dinner at Mancuso’s and it had been difficult for Curt to sit with him through the movie afterwards, but now—sitting in Kevin’s room at the house where he lived—he smiled as he sat down across from him. It had taken getting used to, adjusting his larger cock when he moved or sat, but it was a trial he’d more than be willing to put up with. The other guys that lived with Kevin near campus were all out that night, so they had the house alone to themselves. Slowly, Kevin sidled over to Curt and put his arm around his shoulders.

“So Curt… What was eating you all night?”

Curt looked a bit surprised that he’d been so obvious. Slowly, he smiled. “Well, I was remembering last week; y’know, over at my dorm.”

He smiled and shook his longish, auburn hair. Quietly, he sidled over next to him and put an arm over his shoulder. “Oh really? Maybe we shoulda ordered a pizza and video tape instead…” Seductively, he nuzzled his neck and left tiny impressions of his kisses along the side of his face.

A satisfied shudder of expectation made Curt blush as he encircled his waist with his arm and returned his kiss. Both leaning back on Kevin’s couch, the two embraced and kissed. Although Kevin was a bit disproportionate in his muscles, striving for volleyball-sized pecs while the rest of his torso was merely buff, Curt didn’t mind the press of Kevin’s huge pecs against his at all. Kevin pulled him tightly to him and began to massage Curt’s lower back. Curt could feel his recent endowments rising to attention in his jeans, and shifted a bit uncomfortably. Soon, as Kevin hands began working the bulge in his pants, he paused—looking a bit curious. With a half smile, he patted Curt’s crotch.

“C’mon Curt … you don’t need to ‘pad your jock’ with me.”

Curt simply smiled. His excitement couldn’t be held in check any longer. “I didn’t,” he proclaimed ecstatically, “take a look…”

With deft hands and an amused look on his face, Kevin undid the zipper and button on his jeans. Already pushing past the elastic binder on his underpants, Curt’s erection stood out proudly. Kevin gasped.

“That … that’s,” he paused, looking for the right word, “impossible!” He looked up at him, amazed. “Curt, what happened? You’re … bigger!”

Slowly, Curt pulled off the remainder of his pants and shrugged. “It was an experiment; and it worked…”

Kevin smiled, shaking his head in amazement. “I’ll say! Holy shit, Curt; this could be the cosmetic-surgery discovery of the decade!” He paused, his intellectual amazement giving way to more sexual thoughts. “Is it … is it, safe to touch?”

Curt stretched his arms back and slipped his hands around Kevin’s waist. Slowly, his tight sweater pulled off his body, revealing his tight, tight abs; his enormous, ample pecs; and overall, his perfect, clear complexion. Tossing the sweater to one side, Curt leaned forward and tentatively kissed his cheek. “It’s as safe as always… Do you like ‘big’?”

Taking back his confidence and control of the conversation, Kevin slowly leaned down and licked the tip of Curt’s penis. “Does that answer your question?” he asked as he licked the tip again.

Curt’s temporary control and pride dwindled under his ministrations as he dumbly nodded to the ecstasy he delivered. Rising, he pulled off his shirt and the rest of his clothes, laying them on the arm of the sofa. “Actually,” he said, “I’ve loved ‘big’ for a looooong time. You just can’t admit it in public … it’s not ‘Politically Correct’ for a guy to like guys who are hung like horses…” He paused as he licked Curt’s erection again. “…or even Bigger…” With a deep thrust, Kevin suddenly wrapped his lips entirely around his penis and took his seven inches deep within his throat. Rising for air, he looked him in the eye, “I mean, you may not be ‘horse-like’ as much as I am; but bigger than you were and that’s definitely better!”

The slight feeling of inadequacy Curt felt at his comment about him still not being up-to-size quickly faded as he began to lick his engorged tip and run his mouth up and down his shaft. Tenderly, he took his small-orange-sized balls and squeezed them. Continuously, his hips ground against his as he administered to him orally and sucked his cock like a milking machine. The tingle in his penis grew as his balls seemed to churn amidst the attention. His pumping grew more and more frenzied as he squeezed him tighter and harder.

His enormous pecs brushed enticingly against his thighs. Lost in ecstasy, he fondled his soft flesh; gently caressing the aureoles and heavy curve beneath them. Slowly, the pressure built up inside him and he knew he was going to cum. Breaths coming in short pants, he struggled to gasp out “I’m cumming … Kevin…”

But he didn’t.

The tingle in his cock filled his body as he arched his back in a quasi-orgasm. Kevin’s eyes widened in amazement as suddenly, Curt’s cock began to grow. Slowly, like a long balloon, Curt’s erection began to push deeper into Kevin’s mouth and throat. His eyes widened in amazement. Taking hold of his shaft with both hands, Kevin continued to suck with wild abandon. Harder and harder, he drew on his cock, as Curt watched his member swell between his lips. Continuously, he grew longer and thicker, as his balls began to strain against his hands. Soon, his testicles swelling past the size of oranges, his pubic hair began growing in a massive tangle around his genitals.

Still, his cock grew.

Eight inches … Nine, and still growing. His erection was now half as thick as his own wrist as—with a grunt of sexual ecstasy—he began to spurt enormous quanpecies of cum into Kevin’s throat. Greedily, he slurped and sucked on him as the tingle began to fade. Drop by drop, Kevin tried to stem the stream, but enormous quantities spilled out from around his mouth. Nearly a minute passed, as Curt reached and exceeded ten inches. Still sucking down as much of his cum as he could, Kevin squeezed his balls tightly, as if wringing every drop out of him. Spurting over his lips, face and hair, Curt’s orgasm gradually subsided, leaving him still shaking with pleasure.

Gasping for air, Kevin wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and looked at Curt, stunned. “That’s … that’s some experiment!” he gasped.

Curt looked at his erection, amazed. “I thought it had stopped earlier… My God, I’m huge!” Tentatively, he touched his engorged tip and patted it with his finger tips. It bobbed slightly as he stood up.

Picking up a tape measure from the hall desk, Kevin quickly came over to Curt and measured him. He let out a low whistle of appreciation at his new length as he wrapped the tape measure around his shaft. He looked up at him… “Curt, you’ve grown to eleven inches long and five-and-a-half inches around.” He did some quick mental math. “Jesus, Curt. You’re almost two inches thick! What was in that stuff you experimented with?”

Curt shrugged. “A variety of organic compounds normally found in DNA patterns associated with sexual development. I mean, I had to also add synthetic hormones and dissolve it all in an amino acid bath, but I didn’t expect this sort of reaction… Earlier, it enlarged me quite a bit … over a fifty-percent increase. This isn’t that much of an increase compared to the first growth spurt, but I never expected…”

“Are you saying that you’ll get bigger every time you climax?”

The abrupt question brought Curt to a sudden stop. In truth, he had tried to tie the growth to hormonal and stress levels in the body and appropriate glands, but could it be true? He shuddered to think about it. Even if the percentage growth was less each time, he could be gargantuan in a very short time… True, he’d fantasized about elephantine proportions and even beyond, but in Real Life…

He looked at Kevin, uncertain. “I really don’t know. It wasn’t as big an increase as the last time, so it may be just residual effects. Y’see, I was aiming for something around fourteen to sixteen inches…” Kevin looked at him stunned and with a half-smile.

“Not bad…” Kevin murmured. Brightening, he tapped his still-stiff member, “I guess we’ll have to test that theory … get on the bed.”

Curt looked surprised. “But … but Kevin. I mean, what if I do keep getting bigger? This could be a catastrophe!”

With raised eyebrows and lick of his lips, Kevin smiled. “Tell me about it…” Pressing his massive pecs against his chest, he slowly rubbed his flesh over his, enticing him. Seemingly, the compound had also given him extra stamina, because his enlarged penis began to rise again. He smiled coyly as he felt his manhood press against his inner thigh. “I mean, if things got too bad, you could create a reverse formula, couldn’t you?”

Curt thought about it for a second. It was somewhat unfair; Kevin’s hot, muscular body was clouding his judgment along with his implied promise of even more sex… Still, he was pretty sure he understood the principles behind the enlargement. In fact, he thought as he began to massage Kevin’s hard nipples, he was sure he could undo it… In response to him, Curt simply nodded.

Taking his nod as an assent, Kevin quickly swept the smaller man up and hoisted him over to the bed. Swinging him in a broad arc, he slung him down with a whoosh of air from his soft mattress. With a continuous, smooth motion, he swept down and pounced on him like a cat on a tiny, frightened rabbit. His knees flanking his hips and his hands planted on either side of his shoulders, he looked down on him with a playful look of glee. Curt couldn’t think of anything to say … he’d never seen his like this!

Slowly, he ran his fingers down his chest, gently massaging his tense muscles. Enticingly, he continued to follow his muscular contours down to his now rock-hard groin. With a conspiratorial smile, he leaned forward—his pecs resting against his lower legs—and licked his engorged tip. Gradually, Kevin moved up and down Curt’s erection; every second pausing to deliver a tiny, enticing lick to him. Curt clenched his eyes shut as he drew in each successive breath with a shudder.

Lingering gently, Kevin planted a series of successively more lengthy kisses with his strong lips along the length of his shaft. His eyes half-closed in erotic pleasure, he ran his tongue around the tip of his cock, following the ridge of its head. He paused only a second to look Curt in the eyes before parting his lips slightly and sucking on his engorged mushroom-like head. His tongue roaming around the surface of his cock, Kevin pumped his mouth repeatedly up and down his shaft. Uncontrollably, Curt began to buck his hips gently against his face while his short, deep breaths became soft moans of ecstasy.

Slowly, he sucked him deeper and deeper, until he could feel the contours of his throat wrapping itself around his eleven-inch boner. His grunts and groans came louder as he began to grind more heavily into his luscious lips. He barely was able to fit his mouth around the width of his shaft at its base as he pumped and bucked under his oral care. Indeed, his balls—bouncing madly against his thighs—were each more than he could’ve taken into his mouth. Slowly, Kevin pulled back from him—lips lingering tantalizingly—leaving his throbbing cock wanting his return.

With another smile, Kevin leaned down further and sucked on his balls, while his hands slowly stroked his erection. Pausing, he smiled up at him. “Is Little Curt ready to get big for me?” he asked teasingly. Curt could only nod dumbly, fearing that he might not resume. Smiling broadly, Kevin slowly rose to his knees and turned to place his anus over his massive tip.

Closing his eyes in anticipation, Kevin slowly lowered himself down over his erection. A sharp intake of breath was the only outward sign of how he felt to have this massive cock enter his body. With hands quivering in ecstasy, he guided Curt’s palms to his pecs as he began to ride him up and down. Deep inside his balls, Curt could feel the tingle of the fluid begin to build.

He pressed against his pecs slowly, massaging them as he moaned aloud to his gyrations. Each thrust sent tiny electrical sparks of pleasure down his penis into his balls, seemingly feeding the tingle already there. With ecstatic vigor, Curt pressed and massaged Kevin’s oversized pecs, fondling his hard nipples. The tingling in his balls grew.

Soon, the now-familiar tingling began to spread as he felt himself ready to cum. Kevin, riding his erection like a jockey, began to breathe in loud, grunting barks. Forcing himself to watch, Curt glanced at the portion of his cock that Kevin hadn’t taken into him already. Sure enough, it was growing! Slowly, he felt his balls swell, going from the size of small oranges upwards towards the ‘baseball’ category. Spurts of cum started to erupt from his cock deep inside Kevin’s anus as his shaft bgan to grow longer and thicker. Kevin was cumming too, his own 9-incher spurting wildly onto the sheets. Curt clenched his eyes shut and let the feeling wash over him. The growth was so erotic, Curt didn’t know if he wanted it to stop … ever.

Centimeter by centimeter he watched his cock grow thicker, spreading Kevin’s anus ever wider in its wake. Both of his hands came down to grip the base of his cock as he looked down in disbelief. At least six inches were outside of him now, and he had taken him nearly all the way before. Curt opened his eyes and stared in disbelief. He was growing even faster this time! His cumming continued to make him buck like a bronco as his shaft grew ever more horse-like. Thicker and longer—twined with huge, thick veins—his erection plowed into Kevin’s tight bush like a dog trying to fit into a rabbit hole.

“Ahhh! Curt! Omigod … you’re goin’ too … far!”

Drastically, Curt tried to pull himself out of Kevin before he hurt him. His moaning and bucking were intense and—just before he could—he felt himself hit a massive climax. Rigid, he watched as his cock rocketed upwards in size, spreading his anus lips and making him squeal half in pain, half in ecstasy. His balls pumped and churned as they lay heavy on his thighs. In shock he looked at them, tangled in their mass of pubic hair. Each was larger than a large grapefruit! His shaft had to be at least three and a half inches across and nearly sixteen inches long! The spasm began to fade, but the tingling in his balls remained. Orgasm subsiding, Curt felt his body grow limp in its wake.

Slowly, Kevin pulled off of him and slumped next to him on his bed.

His massive rod stood up from his midsection like a bent flagpole. Gobs of his cum dripped from Kevin’s stretched anus as he panted for breath and rubbed his strong hands over Curt’s chest. Opening his eyes, he glanced at Curt’s waist and shook his head slowly. “God, Curt… I don’t believe it.” He smiled, and nuzzled the smaller man’s neck—his glistening pecs pressing against his chest. “Th’ bigger th’ better, I’ve always said… I don’t think I’ve Ever been this turned-on!”

Curt returned his smile and kissed Kevin gently on the cheek. He tenderly stroked his pecs, fingertips lingering on his aureoles and nipples. “Yeah, but any bigger and only a Clydesdale would be able to take all of me…”

Kevin shrugged as he nestled into the size of Curt’s body. “Maybe,” he said conspiratorially, “that wouldn’t be all that bad.” With that cryptic remark, Kevin closed his eyes and gently drifted off to an erotic sleep.

Part 4

The next few days were difficult. Even when not erect, Curt’s new endowments were extremely obvious. His penis hung all the way to his knees and was nearly as thick as a peppermill. Still, that was the least of his problems. It was possibly due to the extreme exposure his balls had been given to the original formula, but they’d been growing at an even faster rate than the rest of him. Each was the size of a grapefruit and always seemed to carry the tell-tale signs of that tingling sensation—together they spanned nearly a foot from side-to-side in front of his groin. It wasn’t easy to conceal his massive endowments.

It also hadn’t been easy to resist Kevin’s advancements. He was so turned on by his recent growth, he wasn’t sure he would ever stop making him bigger. He’d offered to pec-fuck him if he ever got too big, and to masturbate him if it went much further beyond that. Curt had to admit, it was extremely tempting… But until he knew he could reverse the formula, he didn’t dare give himself over to that temptation…

Not when the last growth spurt had so radically increased his size, and the tingle still hadn’t gone away…!

Mostly, he got by during the next week by wearing no pants around his dorm room, but squeezing into a pair of Zubas whenever he had a class. Still, he got stares and more than a few proposals from some of the hotter guys in BioChem lab. Still, he’d almost had to cash in on a few of those “favors” to get help swiping the necessary compounds from the storage locker. Luckily, with his standing in class, it was easy to stay late “working” on a project and being allowed to “lock-up” after himself.

Now, after about a week, he thought he may have the solution.

The first chemical seemed to be stimulated by sexual arousal and semen production. In other words, the more he came, the bigger he got. Curt also thought that he may get bigger if his cock was in direct contact with a guy’s anus. Why that would be the case was still a mystery to him … in addition to the twin questions of where the extra mass had come from so quickly and why he could still get 16” erections as easily as 3 inches… Technically, the blood requirements would be too high, and he should’ve been getting light-headed.

His cursory examination of himself showed a development of muscle and ligament tissue along the length of his shaft, and that could account for his amazing erections, but he couldn’t confirm it. Nonetheless, he thought as he looked at the light blue liquid, this seemed to be appropriate to reverse whatever effects had been caused by the original fluid. Kevin wouldn’t be happy, but he had to think of living a normal life rather than a horse-like stud! Still, it wouldn’t hurt for one last time.

As Curt carefully turned off the Bunsen burner and went to sleep, he didn’t notice the shadowed form slip in through his open window and walk slowly towards his desk…

Part 5

Curt’s balls still were tingling as he carefully got out of Kevin’s car at his parent’s cabin on Lake Hutton. The sky was clear and the deeper blue that comes with Evening in Northern Minnesota; the reflection of the sun off the narrow stream that bubbled down the hill next to the cabin into the lake was enchanting. Kevin was still somewhat down since he’d told him that he had developed the reverse formula and would use it after they had made out this last time. As he had said, he really liked men who were freakishly large…

Curt had just smiled past the word “freakishly” and let it go at that.

Kevin opened the door to the family “hunting lodge” and set down the bag of groceries on the counter nearby. The place was huge. Curt let out a low whistle of breath as he surveyed the scene. At least ten trestle tables filled the room beyond the small kitchen in a grand hall that reminded him of Beowulf’s “Herot”. A small balcony ran around the room about a story overhead and numerous small doors led off from the main hall into the private bedrooms that filled this place. Kevin hadn’t been kidding when he’d told him his father had liked to hunt with a “few” friends every autumn.

The fact that this hunting lodge could house at least thirty men and their equipment was something he hadn’t mentioned. Nearby, a wooden sign declared the room rates for the weekend during hunting season. Apparently, his father also made a tidy sum on the place too…

Kevin smiled as he pulled out the jar of blue liquid that Curt had brought from his dorm room. It was more than twelve times what he needed, but it wasn’t as concentrated as the original formula. He’d just have to keep adding it until he got it right. Kevin shook his head.

“Y’know, guys all over the country would kill to have your problem; and you’re going to give it all up…”

Curt shook his head with a crooked grin. “Well, if I get any bigger, I’ll start having problems walking. The idea of being hung like the Eifel Tower may interest me, but not until I can get things under control!” He chuckled and started bringing in the suitcases from the porch. Kevin simply grinned as he watched him work and the mass of his groin shift around in his pants.

Curt finished putting the suitcases in one bedroom and turned to join Kevin back in the kitchen. He stood not far from him with his back to the broad double-doors. Curt started feeling nervous again. Sheesh! He was insatiable! Slowly, he pulled off his sweater revealing his massive, heavy pecs and what used to seem a huge cock. Slowly, he swung the doors shut behind him and sauntered towards Curt. Running his fingers along the side of his neck, he gently pushed him backwards towards the bed.

“Kevin…”

He shushed him with a single finger and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Shhh… If we’re gonna make the most of this weekend, we’re starting now…”

Slowly, Kevin pushed him down, lay provocatively on top of Curt’s body, and rested his ample pecs in his hands. Curt happily stroked and fondled them as Kevin gently massaged Curt’s 16-incher through the material of his jeans. Curt drew three rapid, deep breaths of shuddering pleasure as Kevin’s talented fingers probed his grapefruit-sized balls. As he bent his face down to plant his lips on his, he deftly undid his button-fly Zubas and pulled down his underwear.

At first, his massive organ got caught in the elastic binder, making him wince slightly. Kevin smiled at his expression and pulled back from his eager hands to watch what he was doing more carefully. Gently, he licked his engorged knob and pulled his pants off the rest of his legs. More quickly then, he removed his shirt and the rest of his own clothing so the two rested naked on the king-sized bed. Curt’s enormous flagpole stood at attention to Kevin’s ministrations as he licked his knob and repeatedly squeezed his semen-heavy balls. The tingle, which had been there constantly since the last time they made out, started to increase even more.

Slowly though, Kevin pulled his mouth away from his cock and slowly rubbed it down his naked chest, between his pecs and gradually across his flat, tight abs. Rising to his knees, he turned and once again slowly lowered himself down around the monster organ with a look of ecstatic glee on his face. Curt couldn’t say anything. It felt too good. He just hoped he’d be able to handle what he became next…

Grinding slowly against his anus, Curt watched as he devoured inch after inch of his manhood. Five inches; then seven. Finally ten, eleven and twelve. Curt could feel the round end of his prick start bouncing against the inner wall of Kevin’s ass, as he took in all he could length-wise. Lowering his hands to the six inches remaining outside, he stroked his erection as he fucked the upper foot. Still the tingling grew.

With a deep moan, Curt could feel the spunk churning in his balls. “Watch … watch out … Kevin.

Here … here I … cum…!” The pressure exploded inside him and spread along his shaft with lighting unlike any in the previous experiences. Curt watched as his rod began to grow again. And grow…

And Grow…

And GROW…

Inch by inch, his erection grew longer and thicker. He could scarcely believe it. He watched as his once-small penis broke all boundaries. Past eighteen inches … past twenty… Curt’s balls bucked and pumped their contents into Kevin’s anus with a force like a garden hose. Spurts of semen squirted from around his embedded cock as it grew wider and thicker; stretching Kevin’s anus ever further. Kevin wasn’t getting off… He stayed glued to his boner, riding it like a horse and crying out in ecstasy as he was expanded beyond belief.

Twenty-two inches passed and twenty-four neared as Kevin was forced halfway to his feet by the rapid progression. Curt’s cock, now at least four inches across continued to expand. Curt gasped as his gaze settled farther down. His balls were enormous.

The two large sacks bounced and jiggled like bowling-ball sized water balloons! More and more cum leaked from Kevin’s orifice as he rode and bucked with Curt’s hips. Finally, with a look of pain—or perhaps resignation at attempting the impossible—Kevin pushed with all his strength against the bed and pulled his anus off Curt’s expanding member. Cum spurted up his body, across his broad back and drenching his hair. Still growing, Curt watched with awe as his balls and rod expanded well into the stallion range of size. Another minute passed and slowly, ever so slowly, Curt felt the pressure ease and the tingle return to its normal, background level.

Weary and panting, Curt closed his eyes and lay back on the bed. He could feel his still-stiff pole waving in the gentle breeze of the air-conditioning. Absently, he felt Kevin touch his rod softly. He opened his eyes to watch him gently measure along his length and then his balls. He was covered in sweat, cum and excitement. He looked more turned-on than Curt thought a person could look.

He glanced up triumphantly. “My God Curt! You’ve broken all the records! Twenty-six inches long … twenty-six, Curt! Your balls are as big as basketballs and your width is,” he measured quickly across his still engorged knob, “six inches across!” He glanced down at the base of his rod and smiled. “An’ that’s only the tip … you’re at least a good two inches thicker at the base!” Wiping a handful of cum off his face, Kevin proceeded to slowly slurp it up. “You always make the best dinners,” he said coyly.

Curt sat up as his cock deflated and started to hand heavily across his lap. It took a full two minutes for the erection to go down. Gingerly, so as not to knock his giant’s balls against his knees, his swung his feet over the bedside. His dick must’ve weighed close to fifteen pounds! Swinging it over the edge, he could feel it pull heavily against his midsection and his balls knock together enticingly. Curt winced as the tingle got momentarily stronger. He could almost feel himself start to rise to attention again. Gritting his teeth and forcing himself to remain un-aroused, Curt patted Kevin’s shoulder. “Look … it’s getting tough to resist more sex. Can you get the formula in here now?”

Broken from his size-induced revelry in Curt’s cum, Kevin looked momentarily distracted and crestfallen. Then, with a slow, weary nod of his head, he walked out of the room to return after a minute with Curt’s mason-jar-sized beaker. “Well,” he said as he dipped a corner of the bed sheet into the mixture, “say ‘goodbye’ to ‘junior’…” With that, he began dabbing the blue liquid over his penis and testicles. It didn’t seem to be drying right away, like the first formula, but it did stain his skin similarly. After several minutes of generous application, Curt lay back on the bed and waited.

And waited.

And Waited…

An hour passed with no effect. The tingle was still there. A cold chill descended on his heart as he began to suspect that his work had failed like last time…

‘Like last time…’ The thought raced through his head. Kevin was lying next to him gently rubbing his back. “Kevin…” He looked up into his eyes slowly.

Curt cleared his throat. “Kevin; last time I created this formula, it needed stimulation to work … this time may be the same.” Kevin nodded, a small smile growing on his face as he realized where this was heading. “I also used a concentrated version. I want to know if you’d like to give me a little … hand here.”

Kevin’s smile broadened as he nodded assent. He moved to a position straddling Curt’s chest and planted both his arms above his shoulders. “Sure … but this time,” he made a rapid motion behind his field of vision, “we do it my way.” In a second, a loose strap had been looped around each of Curt’s wrists, pinning his arms in place above his head, attached to the headboard. Quickly (and accidentally stepping on one of Curt’s balls in the process), he likewise snared his feet and tied them in place.

“Kevin? What’re you…”

“Hold on Curt!” he interrupted. “Let me try this… Do you agree to let me pump you off until you shrink down to a more manageable size?”

Curt’s brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what Kevin was getting at. After all, it was obvious that was what he had just asked him. Slowly, he answered, “yes…” He smiled triumphantly.

“Just remember you said that…” And he started to lick and pump him back to a full erection. Curt moaned in pleasure, and watched him as he went. It took two hands, but after a few minutes, he stopped and left the room. A minute later, he returned with a massive, six-foot tall foam-rubber cylinder attached to a pulley and some rope. Still smiling, he looped the pulley up and over the ceiling beam that crossed the room twelve feet overhead. Then, he tied the ropes—around the bed frame beneath him—to Curt’s hips. Finally, he pulled the suspended cylinder down and slid it over Curt’s erection. Fastening hit around his hips as well. The whole system was tight.

With a smile and gentle pull on the tube, he said, “Let the games begin…”

The tube descended along Curt’s shaft, erotically caressing its entire length like a giant anus. Hell, Curt thought, I’ve even got room to spare! As he automatically pumped his hips against the sensuous pressure, the tube moved in response, pumping him even more. Between his legs, Kevin fondled and licked his balls. The tingle began to increase, as he neared orgasm. Forcing his head to watch, should he lock in ecstasy again, Curt glanced at his glans to see the reduction take place.

It didn’t. Instead, he began to grow again. Inwardly, he screamed denial as the erotic sensations clouded his mind and sent it spiraling to new heights of ecstasy. Now, his erection truly resembled a horse-sized schlong. Even bigger. As he pumped and came, he watched the base thicken across his midsection, soon reaching a diameter of at least ten inches. He could feel by the rubbing against the inside of the tube that his cock was at least a foot longer. Kevin, rock-hard himself, laughed in delight. Curt’s balls had expanded to beach-ball size. There was no way he could walk now … not at least without a wheelbarrow to carry his dick around in. Far above at the top of the tube, he could see a garbage bag billow out from the top, collecting the cum that had shot up that far.

The harness kept pumping.

“Kevin … take it off; it’s not working!”

“Oh it’s working all-right,” he responded, indicating the pulley and rope.

“That’s not what I mean!” Curt gasped as his own automatic bucking drove the pump harder along his enlarged member. “The formula … it didn’t work!”

Kevin smiled. “Sure; it probably does… But I switched it the other night…”

Curt’s eyes widened, as much in ecstasy as shock. “What?!!! You replaced it?

With what?”

Kevin shrugged. “Oil, water and food dye… I’ve got the real formula in the next room.”

Curt clenched his eyes shut as another shudder ran though him. As confused, betrayed and angered as he was with Kevin, the sensations of erotic pleasure, began to overwhelm his mind. Dully, he began to enjoy the helpless growth… Kevin walked up to where he lay, gyrating on the bed and gently lowered his pecs over his face. Tentatively, Curt’s tongue wandered over its hard surface, searching out the sweat and salt on his skin. Smiling, he gradually pulled backwards and grabbed his sweater.

Curt looked at him confused. “Kevin…?”

With a shrug, he pulled his clothing on and walked to the double-doors. “Just gotta few errands to run, Curt… I’ll be back.” He paused and looked back through the door as he left. “After you’ve had a little time to grow on me…” With that, he shut the door and left.

Curt felt the tingle grow as he started to cum again.

And again… And again… And again… And again…

Part 6

Kevin opened the door to his father’s hunting lodge with a light feeling in his heart. He’d taken his time shopping for the groceries they’d need this weekend, but then he’d also taken great delight in imagining how big Curt would get in his absence. From the kitchen, he could hear him still grunting and moaning in the master bedroom. Smiling, he put the groceries away and pulled off his clothes. Sultrily, he walked towards the door.

And stepped in cum.

Surprised, he looked down at the eight-foot diameter puddle that oozed from under the door. Holy shit, he thought, how far had he gone? He’d only been gone a couple hours… Rapidly he flung open the doors and then stood, staring in erotic fascination. Large droplets of cum covered the ceiling, support beams, walls, bed and windows. The puddle in the room was about six inches deep and still warm. Curt had really grown.

The foam rubber tube was stretched thicker and longer by an amount even Kevin hadn’t expected. The pulley’s still worked, but very slightly … Curt’s hips couldn’t lift up against his five-foot diameter testicles enough to provide much pull to the pulleys. His cock, massive enough when he’d left, strained at it’s foam rubber prison … three full feet across and sixteen feet long! Massive, blue veins crisscrossed his massive erection, still pulsing with his last ejaculation. Little Curt was barely visible beyond the monster that had become his genitalia. Like a tiny bug on a much larger animal, Curt looked sweaty, tired and … aroused.

He smiled gently at him as he stepped tenuously into his field of vision. “I knew you’d get back.” He glanced his eyes over the length of his penis. “Long line at Rainbow?”

Kevin smiled and bent forward to lick the cum from his chest, face and hair. The large plastic bag he’d put over the top of the tube had long since ruptured spraying its contents over the room. His semen was still warm and delicious. He wrapped his arms around his body and undid the straps. Slowly, he removed the equipment and peeled the last remains of the foam-rubber tube from his pulsing member. God, was it huge!

With trepidation, he pulled it down and gave it a tiny lick on the underside of it’s head. Slowly, he rubbed up and down the length of his shaft, reveling in the warm feel of the smooth flesh and warm cum glistening on its broad surface. He turned to Curt, “well, I got my wish… Wait here…” With that, he left the room.

Curt raised an eyebrow. “Where would I go?”

A second later he returned. Curt could hear him enter, but couldn’t see past his own softening erection. After cumming six times in the last two hours, he was still horny … it was strange but oddly pleasurable. Vaguely, he wondered if he’d ever be un-horny again.

Kevin walked into his view holding his jar. With a smile he shrugged, “I guess you’ve earned this…” Slowly, he moved to start dabbing it on his erection.

“Wait.”

Surprised, Kevin looked up.

Curt smiled half-crooked. “I thought we had several days up here … no reason to go so fast…” Kevin looked at Curt, clearly surprised. He laughed at his expression. “Well, what did you expect? I thought you wanted to see how big I could get? Let’s see what this baby can do…”

Kevin smiled slowly and put the jar down on the floor. Making sure that the bed had rollers he opened the double doors to the main hall. They’d need plenty of room for what he had in mind…

Part 7

Curt dropped the steaming spaghetti noodles into the strainer and ran water over them to wash off the excess starch. With flair, he flopped the whole, steaming mass into a serving dish and brought it over to the table in the middle of his small dorm room. The neighbors might complain about the smell of cooking Italian food, but he didn’t really care.

His over-sized Zubas still took some getting used to, as did the huge three-footer tucked away beneath them. With balls the size of volleyballs it was difficult to hide what he’d become, but he’d have to learn to live with it. Kevin watched him walk with amusement and a seductive gleam in his eye. Now that he was guaranteeably bigger than anything on two legs, he was always in the mood.

It was three weeks later.

Smiling he took their antipasto salads from his soda-fridge and served their dinner. It had taken the whole jar, and twelve ejaculations to undo what had been done to him, and even then he was stuck at this impossible size. Still, it could’ve been worse…

This was the first time they’d been able to get alone together in weeks; both of their studies for fall finals had been hell. Now they had the whole three weeks of Christmas break to spend together indulging their every, carnal desire.

“You ready for this break?” asked Kevin through a mouthful of salad.

Curt nodded and started spooning up the noodles and sauce on his plate. “Yeah, bio-chem was a real bear … I’ll be glad to take a break for a few weeks…”

Kevin paused and raised an eyebrow at him. “No, you don’t understand … are you really ready?”

Curt put down the spoons he’d been using and crossed his arms. “We discussed this, no more size games with my prick … I’m lucky it reduced to the size it did! Understand?”

“O.K. … o.k. … Can’t blame a boy for trying, can ya?”

Curt chuckled, knowing him, he ‘tried’ every six minutes. “No … I suppose I can’t…”

Kevin stabbed another bit of the antipasto and smiled. “This is really good, Curt. You learn this recipe at home?”

“Oh no … Betty Crocker is good enough teacher for me.” He paused to sip from his Coke. “Still, I did make the vinaigrette myself…”

“Really?” He munched another mouthful, enjoying the play of flavors and spices. “It’s really good … ‘s gotta ‘tang’ to it that I don’t recognize.”

Curt smiled slowly. “Oh, that’s the special ingredient…” Again he sipped from his Coke, satisfied. Then, sitting back, he began watching Kevin’s pecs…


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