The city lights twinkled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting a golden glow over the three men sprawled across the massive sectional couch. It was supposed to be a standard boys’ weekend—beer, steaks, video games, and zero responsibilities. Jake, the towering central figure with the dog-tag necklace and “MISTER TRIPLE” waistband peeking above his black compression shorts, had rented the place for the three of them. To his left was Marco, dark-haired and tattooed, laughing as he leaned into Jake’s thick shoulder. To his right was Leo, curly-haired and cocky, his hand resting casually on Jake’s massive quad.
They’d been best friends since college, bonded by lifting, late-night talks, and the kind of easy physical affection that came from years of shared locker rooms. Tonight, though, something in the air felt different. Jake had found an unmarked bottle of “ancient vitality tonic” at a weird little shop earlier that day—some bullshit about height, strength, and “unlocking your true form.” They’d laughed, toasted, and downed shots of it mixed with whiskey.
Now, an hour later, Jake groaned, stretching his arms along the back of the couch. “Fuck, it’s hot in here.”
“You’re just big and sweaty,” Marco teased, his fingers tracing the deep cut of Jake’s abs without thinking. Leo smirked and squeezed Jake’s thigh, feeling the heat radiating off the muscle.
Then Jake’s body jerked. A low, guttural sound escaped his throat as his eyes rolled back. His chest heaved, pecs swelling even thicker. Veins stood out like ropes across his arms. Marco and Leo sat up, alarmed but mesmerized, as Jake’s legs lengthened, feet sliding across the rug. The couch creaked ominously.
“Holy shit,” Leo whispered.
Jake’s growth wasn’t slow. It was a sudden, powerful surge. His torso stretched upward, shoulders broadening impossibly wide. In seconds he shot past seven feet, then eight, his head bumping the ceiling. The compression shorts tore at the seams, his massive cock—already thick and half-hard from the sensation—springing free and slapping heavily against his abs. Ten feet tall now, Jake hunched forward, breathing hard, his body a landscape of glistening, hyper-muscled perfection. His legs were tree trunks, calves ballooning, thighs so thick Marco and Leo could barely wrap their arms around one.
The air was thick with the scent of his musk—clean sweat, testosterone, and something primal.
“Guys…” Jake’s voice was deeper, resonant, vibrating through the room. He looked down at his two friends, who were now staring up at him like he was a god. His cock twitched, rising slowly to full, intimidating hardness—thick as Leo’s wrist, veined, and leaking.
Marco was the first to move. He climbed onto Jake’s lap, hands roaming over the warm, living walls of muscle. “This is… insane. You’re fucking huge.” He pressed his face into the deep cleft between Jake’s pecs, licking the salt from the skin. Jake’s hand—now the size of a dinner plate—settled gently on Marco’s back, holding him there.
Leo didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees between Jake’s spread thighs, staring at the colossal erection in front of him. “Jesus, Jake. Look at this thing.” He wrapped both hands around the base, barely able to circle it, and dragged his tongue up the underside. Jake moaned, the sound shaking the windows. His free hand reached down to cradle Leo’s head, guiding him.
Marco stripped off his shorts, his own cock hard and dripping. He straddled one of Jake’s massive thighs, grinding against the dense muscle while he sucked and bit at Jake’s nipple. Jake’s other hand explored Marco’s ass, a single finger—thicker than most men’s cocks—pressing teasingly against his hole.
Leo took as much of Jake’s cockhead into his mouth as he could, jerking the shaft with both arms. Saliva and pre-cum ran down in thick rivulets. Jake’s hips bucked gently, careful not to hurt them, but the power behind even that small movement made both men groan.
“Fuck me,” Marco gasped, looking up into Jake’s half-lidded eyes. “I want to feel how big you are.”
Jake lifted him effortlessly, positioning Marco over his cock like he weighed nothing. Leo helped guide the massive head against Marco’s entrance, slicking it with more spit and pre-cum. Marco sank down inch by inch, stretched wide, moaning loudly as his body adjusted to the impossible girth. Jake’s abs flexed with every breath, the ridges deep enough for Leo to lick between them while he watched.
Leo positioned himself behind Marco, sliding into him alongside the pressure of Jake’s cock—double-penetrating his friend in the most obscene, perfect way. The three of them moved together, the couch long forgotten, the city skyline witnessing their new dynamic.
Jake came first, roaring as he flooded Marco with pulse after pulse of thick, hot cum that overflowed and ran down Leo’s cock. The sensation pushed Marco and Leo over the edge seconds later, painting Jake’s abs and chest.
They collapsed together—Marco and Leo curled against the giant’s warm, heaving body like they belonged there. Jake’s massive arms wrapped around both of them protectively, his voice a low rumble.
“Best fucking boys’ weekend ever.”
Marco laughed breathlessly, kissing the swell of Jake’s pec. “We’re never letting you change back.”
Leo grinned, already stroking Jake’s still-hard shaft. “Round two in five minutes. I want to ride you next.”
Outside, the city continued its indifferent glow. Inside, three friends had discovered something far better than the original plan.
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