Justin had been looking forward to this retreat for months. Two weeks up in the mountains of British Columbia at a secluded cabin. A train ride and 5 hours in a car, up dirt roads and through thick forests, he arrived at the cabin his great grandfather built a century ago. A place where a select few men in his family could have some space to truly let loose.
He was told about the cabin a few days after his 21st birthday. Justin's paternal uncle, James, was the one who noticed the family affliction first, and got to Justin before things went too far.
Uncle James, like most of the men in the family, stood around 5'10. Justin was no different. But James was an outlier when it came to his feet. The man stomped around with ridiculous size 18 shoes. It wasn't unheard of in the family. Great Grandpa apparently had massive feet as well, as did one of his sons, but what was truly strange was that every few years, he would go up a size. When Justin turned 21, Uncle James was 49, and was already talking about going up to a 19.
Justin was always a bit fascinated by his uncle's large feet. Curious and awed, and a bit envious. At 21, he was 5'11", and wearing a common size 10. But on his birthday, as he blew out the candles on that vanilla cake, he wished to be a bit more like his uncle.
Little did he know he'd be getting more than he asked for.
Home from college for the summer, Justin decided to visit Uncle James on a sunny June day. James lived out of town, on the shores of a small lake an hour and so away from the city. Justin was just dropping in. No plans. Just some time with his favorite uncle. Probably do some fishing, drink some, smoke some. Hang out. As he pulled up the gravel driveway and parked before the small, yellow bungalow, serene lake shining through the sparse trees on the property, an odd sensation came over Justin. A bright sense of optimism from behind his ribs, and a tightness in his shoes.
"Weird," he said, ignoring the feeling. He got out and walked, albeit in minor discomfort, up the stairs and opened the door.
He called out for his uncle, but didn't get a response. Justin shrugged, figuring James was either out on the lake or hiking through the forest. He took the moment to untie the laces of his now cramped shoes, and slid them off next to a few pairs of James'.
His uncle's shoes were massive. 3 pairs, running shoes, a pair of work boots, and some plain black slides were arranged neatly by the door. Justin looked around, checking to be sure he was alone, before he slid his right foot into the slide.
'How awesome it must be," he thought, gazing longingly at the long, wide shoe, and how his foot hardly filled it.
Looking around again, he slid his left foot in the companion of the right, and sighed. He closed his eyes, imagining the weight and feel of having such large feet. He could almost picture it. Long toes, wide soles, real manly feet. Great, lumbering steps with all that mass.
When he opened his eyes however, he didn't need to imagine anymore.
Staring down at his uncle's size 18 slides, Justin saw his socked feet filling them completely. He took a shocked step back, the unfamiliar weight and heft causing him to stumble and fall on his ass, eyes locked on the massive stompers at the ends of his legs.
Questions ran through his mind. How? What? Why? No answers apparent outside of his wish, but it was a wish! Notoriously, they don't come true.
Yet here he was. Wearing his uncle's shoes. Shoes that fit perfectly.
"Justin? You here?" Called James, entering through the door in the back. "Saw your car. Where you at?"
Justin's heart pounded behind his ribs as his breathing shortened. Adrenaline spiked his veins but he couldn't move. He wanted to run, but at the same time knew if anyone would understand, it was Uncle James. So he stayed on the ground, massive feet in his uncle's massive slides, and waited for him to round the corner into the living room.
As James entered the room, barefoot and in a loose pair of jorts and a flannel, he was surprised to see his nephew sitting on the ground, but Justin's expression of panic and fear sent James running over, asking what was wrong.
Justin didn't respond, but instead looked down at his feet. James looked down, taking in the fact his shoes perfectly fit his nephew's newly grown feet.
At first, James didn't say anything, and the panic bubbled in Justin's chest again. The word freak kept bouncing in his skull, and fear of somehow upsetting Uncle James. But soon his uncle smiled, and turned to look Justin head on.
"I know how you're feeling. I almost cried the first time it happened to me."
Before Justin could formulate any kind of response, James held up his hand, and shook his head. "I'll tell you everything. Then questions. But first, why don't you slip off my shoes and take off your socks. We're gonna go sit by the lake. The scenery will help."
Justin did as instructed, a shiver coursing down his spine as he slid off the stretched cotton of his socks. His feet looked unreal. So long. So wide. So masculine and powerful. He curled his now bigger toes, awed by the strength they seemed to hold. His uncle chuckled. "Yeah, I remember feeling the same thing. It's wild, yeah?" Justin nodded, lost in the sensation. "Alright, come on, up ya get." James said, getting his legs and own massive feet below himself, arms around Justin to help lift him back up.
Standing on his new feet was foreign, yet incredible. The texture of the hardwood beneath his soles, how much surface area they covered, how it felt even a hurricane would have a hard time knocking him over. Justin glanced at his slightly shorter uncle, then down to his feet. His right foot was next to Justin's left, and they both looked so masculine and proud. Feet without restraint. Big and manly. Uncle James wiggled his right foot's toes, almost reaching forward with them, stretching them longer, and before Justin's eyes watched as his uncle's foot grew about an inch and a half longer. Justin opened his mouth, about to unload a barrage of questions, when his uncle cut him off.
"Outside. Everything. Questions."
Justin nodded, too dumbfounded to do anything else. James smiled, padding and slapping his massive feet against the ground as Justin followed, delighting in the smacks his own feet were making against the hardwood.
Stepping onto the lush grass with his massive feet was like taking steps on a different world. The cushioning layer of green, the soft give of the earth, the warmth soaking into his soles was unlike anything he'd experienced before. Justin moaned with each step, wondering -no- knowing if his feet were bigger, it would feel even better. The weight at the end of his legs grew a bit heavier as he followed his uncle towards the shore of the lake. James' own feet appearing even larger than when they left the house. His uncle was lumbering with feet that must've been a foot and a half long! Giant footprints offered stepping stones for Justin to walk in, fully aware his own feet were matching them perfectly.
As the got to the sandy shore, James' steps were a concentrated effort. His feet, now at least 2 feet long, crashed into the sand with audible stomps. Justin was entranced, his own feet pulsing and elongating and widening as he followed the sasquatch he called uncle onto the fine sand. Each step took more of Justin's concentration, heaving each weight he called a foot up and forward, slamming down hard into the sand. His uncle, obviously more adept, shifted his walk from steps to wide swings out with his foot, crashing it down before him, then repeating the action. Justin attempted emulating the style, but swung his right foot too far out and fell over into the sand.
James, hearing the impact, turned his upper body, feet in place, and saw his nephew on his side, raising himself out of the sand, gigantic 24" feet resting awkwardly at the end of his legs. He chuckled. "It takes practice, kid. Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it."
Justin chuckled, though with a blush tinging his cheeks from embarrassment, and began shifting his weight to get his massive feet below him and continue the short drudge to the lake.
When he reached the water, Uncle James was already sitting, feet immersed in the cool tide, tops of his meaty, slightly hairy feet still dry. Justin stood in awe as he watched his uncle's feet continue stretching longer and wider, pushing far out ahead of him into the still water, tiny ripples undulating from the growing size, until they were at least as long as James was tall.
"Funny thing, I was actually out here just like this, feet soaking in the water, huge and growing when I had the strangest feeling, like a burst of wonder in my heart. That's when I found you inside." James looked up at his nephew, smiling. "Sit, Justin. Relax. Let your feet grow. I'll let you know if it gets to be too much."
Justin crouched and sat in the warm sand, pushing his feet out into the water, and took a deep breath. As he exhaled, he and his uncle watched in rapt wonder as his feet slowly slid further out, growing longer and wider. Becoming true colossal appendages. Their weight felt so good suspended in the water, then brushing against the lake bed, mass and length compounding in his feet. Soon they matched the size of his uncle's, and the two men sat for a moment, staring at their titanic feet.
"How are you feeling? Okay?" James asked, reaching a hand over and taking Justin's shoulder in his firm grasp. "It's a lot."
"Yeah..." Justin said, still staring at feet so large they seemed unreal. Yet there they were, he felt everything from them, the water, the small fish swimming by, the suns rays on the tops that stuck out of the water like his uncle's. He wiggled his toes on his left foot, watching and feeling the basketball sized digits splash up and down. He lifted as much of what had to be a nearly 200lb foot up, totally unable to get more than half of it out of the water, then when the herculean effort became too much, slammed it back down, sending a wave crashing upon the shore and out into the lake.
"So...big..." Justin murmured
"You just let me know if you wanna change em back. But, if you're like the rest of us, you're really not gonna want to."
"The rest?" Justin tore his eyes from his feet, full focus on his uncle.
"I'll start from the beginning," James said.
The next hour was a detailed explanation about the familial affliction. Apparently it started with great grandpa, then his second son who happened to be James' favorite uncle, then James, now Justin. There was always one each generation, and James had no clue how it started, but apparently around the 21st birthday the affliction appeared, and the ability to grow their feet was just there.
As James told the story, his feet kept growing before him. Justin split his attention between the words his uncle was saying and the sight of his feet pushing far, then farther out into the lake.
The growth held such pleasure to Justin, being so massive felt so right, it was too easy to grow along with his uncle. Keeping pace with the massively swelling feet felt natural and right. At one point, Justin figured their feet had to be 15 feet long or so, James was able to lift enough of his left foot and bring half of it down on Justin's right foot, covering his middle toe to his pinky toe, and the upper right bit of the top of his foot . Justin jumped at the sensation, but was in awe feeling James' foot growing atop his, that hot, plump sole sliding along his foot. It was right, these gargantuan, growing feet pressing against each other, becoming more together. Justin willed his foot to grow a bit faster than his uncle's, but ended up pumping up his feet to 20 feet long in the matter of seconds. The burst of growth caused him to get woozy, and he fell back into the sand.
"Whoa there! Careful, bud. Don't want you passing out during growth," James leaned over as much as he could with his feet tethering him in place. "My uncle said he did that once and came to with feet stretching about a football field long and wide."
"We can do that?" Though still coming too, Justin couldn't help letting his excitement show. James just nodded, but Justin felt the sole of his uncle's foot atop his own stretch and widen, once again covering the portion of his foot not a minute ago, then going further.
Justin sat up and watched as his uncle's feet expanded, the weight of his uncle's foot growing heavier, wider, covering more and more of his right foot to the point the bit of width of James left sole resting on Justin's right foot covered all of his toes and most of the top half of his foot.
Out at least 100 yards from where they sat, James toes breached the surface of the water, a strong wave rushing towards the two men and soaking James' jorts and Justin's khaki shorts.
Justin gaped. The sensation of growth began to flood him, concentrating in his feet, pushing them out, his toes gliding forward, pushing against the weight of his uncle's massive, plump sole when--
"Nah uh," his uncle's firm grip on his shoulder again. The growth slowed and stopped, not before lifting James' left foot a little higher, Justin's big right toe now free from under the tremendous, yet reassuring weight.
"You'll get there kid. Lord knows you're eager. So was I. But take things a bit slow for now. You'll have plenty of time to enjoy this, but you gotta build up some endurance."
Justin nodded, but inside craved having his feet as big as his uncle's. Toes the size of minivans, soles so wide and arches so high. Heels of boulder.
Never mind the fact his feet were now pushing 40 feet long and over 14 feet wide. Double what they had been a minute ago.
Over the course of the afternoon, Justin and his uncle talked and enjoyed the idyllic peace that came with the land. Their feet continued to grow over the course of the fours hours they lounged, but no more sudden growth spurts. There massive feet however did displace a fair amount of water, causing them to be sitting in several inches of water. Not that either minded. Letting there feet slowly expand was worth getting wet.
By the time dinner was rolling around, James glanced over at his nephew. The 21 year old lay on his back, shirt off and thrown back onto the grass, eyes closed, legs bent at the knees to allow what seemed to be to James the kid's 80ft long feet to bask in the water and sun. He chuckled, threw off his own shirt exposing his hairy and well defined chest, and laid back as well. His own massive 350ft long feet feeling absolutely content, even if he did want them to keep growing. But there was a place for that.
"Hmm?" His nephew replied.
"We'll have to shrink back down soon."
A long sigh pushed from Justin. James could relate.
"I know. Trust me, it's been awhile since I've let loose like this, and all I wanna do is keep growing, but there's a special place where we go for that."
Justin lifted himself up, the excitement causing his feet to spurt forward another 5 feet long. His uncle felt the growth under his left foot still partially atop Justin's right, but figured the burst was warranted because of what he said.
"A special place?" Feet still growing a little faster than James would like, now nearing 90ft long.
"Yes. It was built by grandpa a long while ago. After my uncle experienced his growth, grandpa figured it'd be best to have a place where we could truly let ourselves be free with few restraints."
"Where?" Justin asked. Feet swelling fast. James felt his nephews toes sliding quickly beneath his sole. The water rose higher.
"Control yourself, Justin." James said, still laying on his back, cool water lapping against his chest.
Justin harumphed, but the growth slowed to a miniscule pace. James smiled.
"Did you tell your parents when you'd be back home?"
"You down for a little road trip tomorrow?"
Justin's feet began swelling again, shooting out into the lake at a breakneck speed. James sat up only to watch and feel as Justin's feet reached the same colossal size as his own before stopping. The growth was so fast he was sure Justin would be out of it, but instead Justin was beaming at him, upper body practically bouncing in excitement.
James tried not to, but the smile and pride shone through him anyway. The house sized toes of his left foot still atop Justin's own gave a firm squeeze, growing bigger while doing so.
So back to Justin at the cabin. 28 years old now and sporting feet fitting a wide size 15. Apparently after growing, their feet don't return to the original size, instead keeping a little bit of the growth. The more often and bigger the growth, the faster the baseline gets too. Apparently at 28 Uncle James was only wearing a 13. But Justin didn't want to go any smaller than a 12 the first time he shrunk his feet back, much to his uncle's chagrin.
Having kicked off his shoes upon arriving, Justin allows his feet to grow just a bit as he waits for James to arrive. His uncle enjoyed growing together, but now that the 56 year old man was walking around with size 20 feet, Justin figured he could meet him there.
Justin relaxed and waited on the porch, letting the birds and wind relax him and quiet his mind. He had to be careful not to grow yet though, even though he wanted nothing more. Keeping his feet small like this felt like holding in a breath. Doable, but uncomfortable. Thankfully, living alone back home allowed him the opportunity to stretch his feet out whenever he wanted. To an extent. Walking around his apartment with yard long feet stomping around gave the downstairs neighbors a fair bit of grief.
As he leaned back in the chair, eyes closed and mind still, the faint crunching of gravel and tires began to harken in the distance. He opened his eyes, staring down the long drive, feet already inching up in anticipation. 'Its fine. Uncle James can match this in a second.' He thought, letting them get to about 2 feet long in a minute. He stood and lumbered down to the drive when the sounds grew closer, and waved as his uncle's car appeared in the distance.
He couldn't help it, knowing the fun uncle James and he would be having soon, Justin allowed his feet to balloon out, instantly rocketing forth a good 6 feet. It was akin to letting out that held breath, but now he wanted more.
Thankfully, as the car pulled up and James took sight of his nephew, he chuckled, put the car in park, opened the car door and upon stepping out let his feet burst through the slides he'd been wearing and matched Justin in no time.
"Couldn't wait for me, huh?" James said meticulously inching his heavy, giant feet closer to Justin. Lifting the toes and balls of his feet up when he got close enough and growing them to cover Justin's own, soccer ball sized toes wiggling against his shins.
Justin chuckled, letting his feet expand beneath his uncle's, lifting the man up and balancing each of his feet atop his own, his toes sticking 20ft beyond his uncle's heels. "Figured you could be the one catching up for once."
James laughed, the ends of his feet sliding off and away from Justin, but his heels still firmly in place as his feet exploded in size, stretching long enough to blow past the cabin and into the field beyond, at least 100ft long.
"I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, kid. I'll dust ya."
Justin finally let that breath go and rejoiced in feeling the massive weight of his uncle's heels lift higher and more focused to pinpoints as his feet cascaded forward, barely missing his uncle's car as his growing toes became boulders, then houses, then semi trucks and his soles spread so wide his uncle had to shift some of his massive feet back onto Justin's else he'd fall off. Justin stretched his toes about a football field distance away, and just as wide.
"Show me what you got, Uncle James."
James smiled, and let his feet grow.
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