Oohh—Uuoohh—Huuhh… Hoooo, WOW. Hoomygod, fuck what a mmesssss… Jesus Christ, man, I can’t believe it took all that to tap me out. But fuck get a look at us!
Look at these… guns as big as my head… And these.. mmff, these titsssss, yeeeow! Damn I gotta be 280 at least, and… god, I’m gonna choke some motherfuckers with this thing. Hah! Almost hurts to swing around.
Alright dude, I’ll let you go your own way, but first we’re gonna have a weekend together that’ll change your fuckin’ life. Hell, you might come crawling back to have me to slip you on like a condom on the regular… All my other clients do.
Jerry just couldn't seem to focus. Every time he felt he was getting into the groove of writing his thesis, something bothered him. First it was the mail man with a package, then his mom asking if everything was going well at school, his neighbor complaining about the noise, which didn't even come from his house, then his boss berating him for not being able to work an extra shift.
After about 2 hours he rubbed his eyes and got up from behind his desk. He needed a break, a small reset, a clean slate.
He walked into his kitchen and saw the package he had received earlier. He decided that a small serotonin boost from a gift couldn't hurt, so he opened up the small cardboard box.
Inside he found a salve. He frowned, and picked up a small card that was inside the box. Rakurai Inc. New and improved Focus Cream. Nothing else.
With a raised eyebrow he unscrewed the lid and a pungent smell immediately assaulted his nostrils. Jerry stumbled back due to the inhaled attack. As he did, he realised the smell reminded him of something.
He couldn't quite place it, but eventually he decided that it must be Vicks.
"Focus Cream... maybe the scent subconsciously makes you focus?" Jerry mumbled to himself.
With a shrug he took of his shirt, and while dabbing some on his fingers, he walked over to the mirror and rubbed some of the cream on his chest. A tiny warm prickle eminated from where the cream touched his chest. His lanky frame shuddered. Jerry decided he was probably supposed to put some more in, and dug his finger tips into the container, and scooped up a clod of cream. Absentmindedly lathering it on, Jerry didn't notice he had put the whole container on his chest, and didn't notice the instructions on the bottom of the tin.
With new found vigor, Jerry began typing away at his thesis. His fingers were flying over the keyboard, paragraphs almost writing themselves. Slowly, Jerry started leaning closer to his screen, the tapping slowing down a bit. The frantic noise of keys changed. Instead of the high rung mechanical noises, soft taps. The taps turned into thuds, heavier and louder by the second. Eventually the amount of symbols in the document ceased changing, and Jerry looked down. Instead of his hands typing away, his hands were wrapped around a giant dick, cupping massive balls. Not that he could see them, because two massive pecs were blocking his view. What he did see however was the massive amount of drool glistening and slicking up said pecs. Entranced by the massive mounds of flesh, Jerry moved his hands to it, leaving the groin he was fondling. Two bulging bisceps came into view as he groped the ginormous globes. A loud, low moan escaped his lips as someone also squeezed his pecs. But wait, thats weird he didn't have pecs. Looking again Jerry finally realised the huge hooters were his, and so were the giant arms, thick rod, hanging balls and from the feel of it, bulbous ass, and trunk like legs.
A chuckle escaped Jerry's throat as his melons began dancing again, a new layer of saliva making them shine in the light of his appartment. With his thesis finished, it was time for fun, and with these enourmous, hanging assets, he knew just what to do.
In the corner of his room, the tin of cream was lying on the floor. "3 fingertips of cream for the preferred area, muscle growth will focus in the aforementioned area, so make sure to clean off any unwanted areas. Perfect for those pesky muscles you don't want to train. Rakurai Inc. Is not liable for any side effects.
How about one where a school gym coach makes me incrediblly tall buff masculine with a huge bluge and super horny
I think that would be a great idea. Lucky for you, I've got my fair share of magic gym coaches that can whip you into shape! Let's take a look at you.
Ah, the usual: skinny, lanky, weak. I've taken the liberty of assigning a makeshift name to you: Jason. Don't worry about your size, though, I'll be sure to tighten up that baggy shirt of yours in no time. Now, meet your gym coach.
Meet Mr. Ford. He's inclined to flex, so don't put that against him. And don't feel intimidated, you'll be bigger than him before you know it. Now let's start your journey. You were minding your business on a normal school day when you suddenly got called down to your gym coach's office.
You walk into Mr. Ford's office, when you are met with a humid air. Looking at the beast of a man before you, however, it makes sense as the heat that must emanate off of that much mass must be an extreme amount.
"Mr. Ford?" You announce your presence, "You wanted to see me?"
"Jason," he responds. His baritone voice booming in the small office, "Yes, take a seat."
You sit across from him, taking in how his pecs strain against his shirt, his arms making his sleeves bulge close to tearing. You wonder how professional his outfit really is, given how revealing it is. You also notice a strange vial on his desk, with a murky liquid inside, but you brush it off as some peculiar decoration.
"You know, I've always seen great potential in you, Jason." Mr. Ford said as you took your seat.
"Am I in trouble?" You respond, confused about the situation.
"Quite the opposite, actually," he answered, "I see you in class all the time doing your best, striving for more. I'm always so dejected that your physique really hasn't responded."
There is a moment of silent confusion before you respond, "So what, are you trying to recruit me for the weight-lifting team or something? It's not like I've been trying to gain more muscle."
"That's perfectly normal," Mr. Ford announced kindly, "and I'm not trying to recruit you. I just want to know what you want, cause I can help you with that."
You look at his caring smile as you think about it. "Well... if you mean with my body, I have been wanting to get a little bigger. I just could never start."
You see a flicker in his eyes as he gets ready to respond, "You know, I think I have the perfect thing for you. A way to start." He reaches over to the vial you were curiously looking at and presents it to you, his muscles rippling with every movement. "Drink this. It's a supplement, of course, approved by all the boards that it needed to go through. It'll help you jumpstart what you want."
You reach for the vial, inspecting it and opening the lid. "Ok? I mean, if it's not harmful, I guess I could try it." You take a whiff, noting the sweet smell, before drinking it in one sip.
"I think you're going to be happy with that decision." Mr. Ford said with a laugh, leaning back in his chair and watching you.
Suddenly, you feel a warmth all around your body. You think you might be having an allergic reaction to the substance, so you are quickly alerted before settling down, the warmth accompanied by a pleasant feeling. You look at your hands feeling them plump up and grow into a manly pair. "What's going on?!" You exclaim.
"Just relax and enjoy the ride, Jason" Mr. Ford responded.
Veins start to appear along your arms as they swell up with muscle, moving from your forearms, to your biceps, and up to your shoulders. The sleeves on your shirt start to creak, unable to hold the new size. You feel the growth spread to your chest, causing your flat chest to quickly inflate, each pec swelling with each breath. Each pulse of growth you feel is a wave of pleasure, making you quietly moan and groan, your deepest fantasies becoming a reality.
Your traps rise as well, accompanied by your widening back, and a thickening neck, creating an imposing figure. Your spine grows in length, cracking and giving you a new towering height. Your upper body is swelling so much that you burst out of your shirt, revealing your completely transformed torso. Your abs are hit next, subtly carving out bricks in your midsection and giving you an insane v-line. You reach up to feel your face. Your jaw is reshaping, changing to a more masculine shape, even growing a slight stubble. Speaking of your hair, it's changed to a dark black, giving you an even more masculine look. You look down at your insanely inflated upper body with awe, flexing and feeling the mounds of muscle now over your body.
You aren't given much time as your lower body now catches up to the transformation. You grunt as you feel your quads swell with size, causing you to lean back in your chair from the intense growing pleasure. They stretch out your pants completely, leaving them tight. The back of your pants is not left out as your butt inflates with muscle, giving you an extremely round bubble butt. The growth moves down to your calves, giving you an incredible raindrop shape, straining your pant legs. The swelling of muscles in your lower body causes your pants to groan before eventually bursting off of you. You even feel your feet grow a few sizes, causing you to take off your shoes so you don't lose any more clothing. Your legs lengthen as well, adding to your imposing height, still swelling with muscle so as to not lose mass in the stretching process.
You pant wildly, hot from the intense transformation. But it is not done yet, as there is more to your growth. You feel the heat moving to your crotch, your member starting to rise from the pleasure of your transformation. However, it starts pulsing farther from where it would normally stop. You let out a moan, noting how your voice has dropped, matching the baritone of Mr. Ford. Your dick begins to grow along the length of your underwear, thickening and elongating, each pulse feeling like an orgasm. It grows so long that it begins to snake out of your clothing, revealing itself to the outside world. You reach down to rub your growing shaft coming out of your underwear, feeling it grow bigger and bigger. Reaching your knees fully hard. You feel an extra tightness in your balls as they begin to swell as well, creating a huge bulge in your crotch. This excess size in your reproductive organs, in turn, increases the production of testosterone in your body, leading to the last stage in your transformation.
The vial of liquid has completely transformed you, as if altering reality itself. On that note, you begin to age, mentally and physically, your body and face now gaining the look of a masculine man in his 20s. The increase in testosterone coursing through your body directly links to your sex drive, making you the most horny you've ever been. You look at your gym coach... no, your college football coach (how could you mix that up?) with a new desire, as if you've found prey that you must dominate. You catch yourself in coach's mirror first, causing you to worship yourself and your new body. You flex and revel in your new mass, a cocky smile spread across your face.
Mr. Ford looks at you with a lustful smile, "Now that's a transformation," his smile slowly fading as you turn to him, revealing your intentful eyes.
You slowly make your way to him and forcibly move his desk to the side with your newfound strength. "I think it's time I had a little fun with you, coach."
Mr. Ford looks up at you and smiles again, "It's like you read my mind," he responded as he moved towards you, feeling up your giant muscles.
You remove your underwear, letting your manhood spring to its full length. You turn Mr. Ford around, letting your dick tease his ass. "Do it. I'm ready." He exclaims, positioning himself. You begin to slowly push your dick into your coach's tight hole, feeling your cock pulse with need. You grab onto his pecs, feeling his masses of muscle as you thrust into him. Your slow thrusting soon turns into rapid movements as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your huge balls slapping against his legs. The extreme pleasure of the transformation, your hyper-sized dick, and the coach's tight ass is quickly getting you to a climax. Both of your moans increase in volume as this masculine fucking reaches its peak. With one last thrust, you explode in Mr. Ford, cum gushing out of your dick, and filling him up. The orgasm lasts for a solid full minute as you both shake in ecstasy. You pull yourself out from your coach and lean in for a passionate kiss, a thank you for the transformation.
"We should do this again sometime, " Mr. Ford proposes, still panting from the intense pounding.
"Oh, I think we will," You respond, standing over him with your dick rising once again.
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I think it'll take you a few more times for your horniness to calm down. No need to thank me, I love what I do. Now go and enjoy your new powerful body.
I feel rude asking for another elevator scenario, but if you're offering:
Cock/ball expansion, can start with or without. Person pressed against them is rather busty. Possibly ends in titfucking? Would like lots of cum, if that's possible, please :3
I can also reach out in DM if your like
I don’t think it’s rude at all but I appreciate the concern! Let me start off by saying I really enjoy cock/ball expansion. At the same time I find it very comedic. Just oversized dangly bits, swaying in the wind, knocking out some knees. Needing to have your legs extra spread and walking like Doflamingo. Also, part of me thought about being lazy and just changing some things in the last post to fit this. I did not do that though because honestly, this deserves its own elevator scenario as well.
Anyways, first impressions out of the way, let’s get to the hot stuff!
I’ve always wanted to go to one of our underground office spaces. Apparently you need special access for some reason and the elevator runs on a schedule. There are rumors about this site that have me partly excited to see if they are true. I was told not to get too excited though.
Anyways, I finished checking in at the front desk. I missed the first couple rounds of elevator pickups. By now it was getting pretty busy but I was near the front of the line to get in. It looks like it’s going to be a very crowded ride down. When the doors open, I follow a couple people in and make my way to a back corner of the elevator. More people piled in which had me pressed up into the corner as much as possible. By the time the last couple people were inside, there was a person directly in front of me that didn’t have much of a choice but to accidentally press against me.
I wasn’t complaining, their back was to me so their ass was resting against me. They glance back apologetically since they couldn’t control the crowds. They were dressed in what looked like tight and stretchy black dress pants. They paired it with a white blouse that, from the back, you could clearly see their bra straps. It looked like their top was a bit tight, I could only imagine they either had it shrink in the wash or they were supporting a large bust. I couldn’t see from my current angle but I was certainly hoping my imagination was right.
It was an older elevator. You could tell it was well maintained but still had its quirks about it. I’m not sure if it was because it was older but one of the quirks was that it didn’t have a floor selector. It would stop at every single floor and open its doors. And, each floor it stopped on it would bounce twice before settling and opening its doors for people to get off. The first couple floors were fine but nobody had gotten off. The next couple floors I couldn’t keep my mind off it. Every bounce caused the person in front of me to have their ass jiggle and bounce against my crotch. Would have been fine but by floor five I was getting a hardon.
When we reached the sixth floor, I had a full erection that I’m sure was tenting my pants. I’d say I was hoping the person in front of me wouldn’t notice but realistically, I’m sure they felt every inch against their ass. Only a couple people got off on the sixth floor so we were still rather cramped in this elevator. As we approached the seventh floor, there was one shake, two shakes, three shakes… Yup, they felt my hardon and decided to have a little fun with it. More people got off on the seventh floor so a bit of breathing room opened up. The person in front of me didn’t move though. They kept me pinned between the back of the elevator and their ass.
When we reached the eighth floor, they were lightly grinding against my bulge. I could feel the tip of my penis work its way out the top of my underwear and between my shirt and pants. If you looked down from my angle, you could see the tip, it hadn’t crested the horizon of my pants but it was close. This was the hardest I had ever been and honestly, it felt fantastic! More people got off the elevator at this floor. There were still a decent amount of people in here but it didn’t feel as packed as it was earlier. There was room to readjust if need be.
The person in front of me finally moved their ass from my crotch. I was actually very disappointed by this until they turned around to face me. They were as hot from the front as they were from the back. My imagination wasn’t wrong in that they were very busty. It looked like their shirt was very tight and each button was putting in work to keep them from looking indecent. They took a look down my pants and I could see the recognition in their eyes that they saw the tip of my penis. They then looked at my visitor's badge and mentioned something about me going to the same floor as them. They then pressed their body against mine as the elevator lurched downwards. Their hands grabbed the railing behind me like they were using it as an excuse to press against me. Elsewhere in the elevator you could see money exchanging hands.
While the elevator descended, they used their hands to undo my belt by one notch. They then undid the lowest button on their blouse and that was it. I was confused until we hit the ninth floor. After the two shakes of the elevator, I could feel the tip of my penis now pressing against their stomach. I’m sure they saw the shock on my face but did that thing where you ask someone to be quiet about it. I was honestly too turned on to want to stop anyways so I nodded in understanding. I stopped paying attention to how many people left the elevator. I was a bit preoccupied with my dick being bigger than it’s ever been.
The elevator descended again and I could feel the tip of my cock rubbing against their belly. Their belly was surprisingly soft as I felt my cock inch higher on their belly. It felt so fantastic! It was like a slow rub along the bottom of my shaft. At the tenth floor, my dick was already inside their shirt and passing the next button from the inside. I couldn’t believe my cock was growing but the feeling of it against their skin was no hallucination.
One of their hands went to the top of my pants and I could feel their hand attempt to wrap around my shaft. I was already too thick for a single hand to manage. My dick was throbbing and my belt was feeling tight against the growth of my dick almost like it was intended to be a makeshift cockring. It might not be super effective but I hadn’t orgasmed yet. I looked down to see my shaft was straining the buttons on their shirt as it almost reached the bottom of their chest.
I felt one of their hands go lower on the outside of my pants. I was so focused on my dick that when they finally rubbed their hand over one of my balls, it sent a tingle/shiver through my body. Like, holy fuck that felt amazing. Their hand wrapped around one of my balls over the pants like it was a baseball. I didn’t think balls could get that big but I’m surprised they were still in my pants. I think they realised how big they were and were still growing that they undid my zipper and after some maneuvering got them outside my pants. I was half expecting the other occupants to be surprised but instead they watched like this was a normal occurrence for them.
My balls started to hang about midway down my thighs as they swelled up past the size of grapefruits. I could almost feel them churning like they were working overtime. The other person began fondling them. I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t see it but they were actively growing in her hand. And I was actively groaning as she fondled them. I was starting to feel like I was about to blow my load but my belt was doing a very good job of stopping that.
I felt the tip of my cock now press against the lace of their bra. They shifted slightly so that my tip was perfectly aligned between their breasts. It seems their bra was pretty open in the center as my cock grew between the very soft and heavenly feeling breasts. I wanted to cum right then and there but my belt still wasn’t allowing it. As they continued to fondle my massive balls, of which I’m not even sure a good size comparison would be, they used their arms to press their breasts more around my cock.
We hit the 13th floor. How did I know it was the 13th? Someone said it as they got off the elevator. There were only a couple people left on the elevator. My dick was already half way between the other person’s cleavage. Rough estimate honestly. The buttons all along the front of their shirt were straining hard. They slowly let go of my balls, which felt heavy and like they were the size of melons.
The bounces of the 14th floor cause every button of the person’s blouse to pop away. The sound of buttons hitting the floor could be heard by everyone. I finally got to see this gorgeous purple lace bra that looked like it barely contained their tits. This didn’t stop the other person as they brought their hands up to their own melons to squeeze them against my shaft. I was wishing my belt would give way like their shirt did but no luck on that front. Looking down as they starting using their tits to fuck the top of my shaft, I could see the tip of dick poke out with each down stroke. I was apparently leaking a decent amount of precum as it was coating the inside of their breasts and making them nice and slick.
You might have been wondering where my hands have been this whole time? They were on the railings behind me bracing me and keeping me standing. Without that support I’m certain my legs would have given out and we would both be on the floor.
They continued their titty fuck of my shaft which only forced low moans out of me. I was so close. I could feel it in my balls. It felt like they were audibly churning. Heavy and clenching and throbbing like they wanted release. Intensified by them being the size of small watermelons. I could feel the pressure at the base of my cock. My growth only made the belt tighter. That tightness kept all the pressure from bursting forth. I was on the edge. I was starting to feel less like I wanted it but more like I needed it. I needed to cum.
The other person kept this up for several more floors. My tip easily goes over the top of their breasts. They were using their stomach to rub along the underside of my shaft as their tits, wrapped tightly around the top of my shaft, continued their glorious massage. I felt like I was a split second away from cumming for what felt like half an hour.
We finally arrived at the 20th floor. The bounce on that arrival finally gave my shaft the thickness and strength to snap my belt. I let out what felt like the loudest moan of my life. I could feel my balls tighten as they pushed everything they had up my shaft. It felt like it was going in slow motion as my cum traveled the entire length before erupting out of my tip. I can see now why they didn't try to place their lips over my tip. There was way too much. It felt like a full liter of cum, if not more, was pushing forth. It splattered against the ceiling before covering the two of us. Their white blouse turned see through as both of our clothes became drenched.
Only when I stopped cumming did they place their lips on my tip. They started to clean off my tip with their tongue, which only forced a couple more globs to come forth, which they happily swallowed. My entire cock shuddered and twitched at the feeling of their mouth. I’m sure a couple more floors and I would be ready to go again.
The other people still in the elevator put away their umbrellas that they had taken out mere moments before I came. They were surprisingly prepared but for good reason it seemed. Most of them left on the 21st floor as both me and my busty partner slowly stripped out of our clothes.
On the 22nd floor, the other person grabbed my hand and said this was our stop. One of the remaining other people pulled out a large plastic bag and gloves and began picking up our stained and drenched clothing. We left them behind as I was pulled to a very comfy breakroom. This breakroom being equipped with a shower was nice as it allowed both of us to clean off any remaining cum.
By now I was exhausted. So after getting cleaned up, I didn’t bother asking about new clothing. I just collapsed on the couch. My busty partner ended up pulling out a spare pair of clothes for themselves from some cabinet and got dressed. They told me to rest for a moment while they handled some paperwork. They said they will be back in a moment to show me where I was going to be doing my work for the day.
If someone told me I was going to be in an underground office building, naked, hung like an elephant with watermelon sized balls, I wouldn’t have believed them. But, I guess the rumors about this site were true. Excitement really shows on new people and there are some employees who love to help with it.
Santi dips away from the library due to a panicked call from Devon's roommate Leo. He arrives at their place to find that not only has Devon's ass exploded in size, but the rest of him is close to bursting out of the cozy apartment. As he tries to come up with a plan, he realizes Devon needs to blow off some steam before the situation becomes catastrophic.
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Santi couldn’t stop adjusting the straps of his overalls. The overworked buckles dug into his shoulders as he stood behind his new library assistant, Antoine, at the information desk. He winced as he settled one hand on the counter and used the other to guide Antoine through the inventory management system on the desktop.
“You okay?” asked Antoine, gazing up at Santi’s looming frame with a look of concern.
“Yeah,” Santi replied. “I just, ugh, should’ve second guessed these overalls.”
Really, he had thrown them on this morning because Devin said they made him look hip, but soon after they parted ways, any feeling of being stylish was quickly outweighed by the unrelenting strain of the straps against his back. His double wide bubble butt was more than a match for the denim garment, the hefty orbs distending the fabric and making every movement a nuisance. But Devon loves them, he reminded himself.
“Nah,” his new assistant scoffed. “They look cute.”
“Thanks,” Santi muttered, reluctantly accepting the compliment. “Pull up the backup spreadsheet real quick, I want to make sure you’ve–oh what now…”
Santi’s phone lit up, the screen displaying “Leo (Dev Roommate)” with an incoming call.
Why’s Leo calling? Santi wondered. His beau’s roommate always gave the sense that he barely tolerated Santi’s presence, politely making himself scarce whenever Santi and Devon were shuffling around the kitchen or canoodling on the couch. He was surprised he even had his number, let alone felt compelled to cold call in the middle of the day. “Lemme take this real quick, why don’t you review the inventory backup SOP before we walk through it.”
“For the third time today, yessir,” Antoine chuckled with a lazy salute. As he re-familiarized himself with the spreadsheet sprawled across his screen, he let his eyes surreptitiously follow Santi in the reflection. He was mesmerized by the jiggling globes cradled in the modified seat of his overalls, wobbling back and forth as he squeezed out of the information desk and strolled back toward the stacks. My friends are gonna be so jealous, he thought. He couldn’t wait to brag about how his new boss was one of the ‘hyper assed’ guys around town that he and his buds shared posts about in their group chat. He was surprised he had even made it this far through orientation between Santi’s beautiful spheres and his brooding, handsome face. A visage, he noticed, that was looking increasingly concerned as his phone call progressed.
“Whoa okay, slow down,” Santi said, trying to keep his voice low though his tone was spiked by worry. “What happened with Devon? He what? What do you mean…pushed you out of a window, are you okay? Where is he now? Wait, you mean he–oh. Oh no…” Santi shot a worried glance back toward the desk, catching Antoine’s eyes in the computer screen before he dutifully refocused on the untouched spreadsheet in front of him.
“Everything all right?” Antoine asked as Santi lumbered back over. His boss seemed out of character, his hands wringing around his phone as his face twitched in thought.
“I, um, might need to run and deal with a…just a minor emergency. Can you hold things down here for the afternoon? It should be a slow day and you're already trained on the basics. We can keep working on inventory management when I get back, okay?”
“Yeah, sure.” Antoine was not at all confident in his ability to run the info desk on his first day on the job, but judging by the look on Santi’s face, the emergency was more than minor.
“Great,” said Santi with an attempt at an encouraging smile. He grabbed his backpack and turned to leave. “You have my number if anything goes wrong, I’ll be back ASAP!”
“Gotcha,” Antoined muttered with another lazy salute as Santi power walked to the exit, the motion of his cheeks threatening to knock over the display shelves.
I’ll just run and check on him, Santi thought as he loped down the stairs into the subway station, muttering half-hearted apologies to the people squeezed against the railing or the wall as he pushed through the crowd of foot traffic. They probably had another roommate spat and both got riled up, now Devon is having some anxiety attack and just needs to calm down. But why did Leo call? And why did he sound so upset?
Santi mulled over this as a smiling metro attendant re-directed him toward the new gate at the end of the station. He barely noticed the automatic doors sliding open for him to proceed, only found mild relief in the fact that he didn’t have to shuffle and squeeze through these.
He’s always so worried, he thought. Especially with everything that’s going on. The train approached and a pair of expansive, curved doors of a shiny new car opened right in front of him. This has gotta be the third time this week he was scared he was about to pop again, he reminded himself with a slight smile.
As he boarded, he prepared for another slew of apologies and excuses amidst a jostle for space. But he found a spot with ease and let his hand rest in one of the ceiling hooks. It’s usually a lot busier this time of day, he mused, letting himself relax just slightly. Not that I’m complaining.
Other than the pleasant surprise of room to breathe, he couldn’t help but feel that something seemed off in that shiny new car. The other occupants had settled into a typical affective neutrality, puttering on phones or tablets, reading books, or chatting with friends. The vibes felt relaxed, interrupted only by an errant stare in his direction that was quickly redirected to the wall behind him. But that he was more than used to.
As they pulled into the next station, something clicked. The train slid to a stop, the doors opened, and the gaggle of people waiting to board each flashed an indecipherable look across their faces, then awkwardly turned and strolled to enter the next car down. Santi wondered why they insisted on moving down to squeeze into the overly packed crowd one car down. At the next stop it happened again, except for a lone passenger who entered his and found an open spot near the doors, their massive glutes settling comfortably into the generous, bowl shaped seats.
This must be the new subway car they threw together. He smiled, swiveling his head to find that most of the occupants of this car had been visibly afflicted with severe cases of the virus. In fact, the only people with normal proportions were tagging along with an acquaintance whose cheeks, like his, were obviously too overinflated to fit comfortably in normal seating. The mayor's office moves quick in a crisis.
He’d heard about the super wide safety doors and extra spacious interior, but didn’t realize there was also a diversity of generously curvy seating options for people with his generously curvy form. Santi’s eyes drifted to the sign above the door of a masculine silhouette one might see above a men's room, albeit with two circles ballooning around the midsection, then down to the passenger across from him whose orbs could also clearly be seen from the front, jiggling uncontrollably with the jittering motion of the train. Even the ads along the ceiling were targeted, from nuBum’s officewear line to a home and office retrofitting service from some contractor named Calvin to, he realized looking over his shoulder, a city government ad featuring himself. He glanced at his smiling face at the info desk of the library, handing someone a brochure about municipal services for men afflicted with severe cases of MGHD. Oh. I forgot about that.
His shoulders relaxed. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this kind of relief in public. He wasn’t fighting for space or apologizing for accidentally smothering someone in their seat or ignoring open stares and poorly hidden phone cameras. He was simply on the train.
Devon’ll get a kick out of this, he thought, loosening the straps of his overalls.
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Leo looked a mess. He sounded pretty frazzled over the phone, but Santi wasn't expecting the bent glasses, disheveled hair, or large bruises hiding under a tear in his shirt that stretched across the back. He huffed up the stairs to their apartment with a noticeable limp, looking like he really did just fall out of a window.
“Santi's here!” Leo called through the front door as they entered.
“I told you, you didn't have to call him,” came a response that was Devon's perpetually anxious tone with a much deeper bass underneath. “It's not urgent.”
“It’s definitely urgent,” Leo hissed.
The first thing Santi noticed were the shorts Devon had borrowed that morning. Strewn in tatters on the floor, he wasn't even sure they were in a single piece anymore. They looked like they hadn't so much ripped but exploded.
“Sorry about those,” Devon sighed. “And…this.”
It was hard to imagine that those shorts, comically huge as they were, had fit comfortably on the form crouched before him just that morning. In the back of his mind, Santi had been wondering about the oddly placed wall disrupting the living room, yet as his fingers fiddled with the torn and frayed fabric, his brain pieced together that the massive blobject blocking the hallway was actually one of Devon's ass cheeks. The gargantuan dump truck behind him was many times more massive than the oversized bubble Santi had woken up next to that morning. And the rest of him seemed to have followed suit.
“I'm just…glad you're okay,” Santi said, approaching Devon’s enlarged form slowly. He dropped the shorts, noting that they had been replaced with one of Devon’s bedsheets. They were wrapped messily around his groin, forming little more than a thong tied in the back and doing nothing to downplay the monstrous appendage resting between his legs. “I don’t think anyone’s ever reacted like this when I asked them to move in with me,” he added, his eyes incredulous.
“You’re moving in with Santi?” Leo asked from the other side of the room, looking too anxious to come anywhere near his giant roommate. “Since when?”
“It’s…under consideration,” Devon said, his face buried in his hands, exasperation settling into a rumbling baritone as he drew out the last syllable.
“Offer’s still open,” Santi winked. “For what it’s worth.”
“You know how to deal with this, right?” Leo asked with a pleading look in Santi’s direction. “Like, you can call someone?”
“I, um, can try and figure something out…” Santi had picked up some useful info through his work with the mayor’s public health outreach team. He knew that when someone had a rapid expansion event, the surge of hormones could cause unpredictable growth beyond just their glutes, but he didn’t think it could be this extreme. He mentally flipped through the options he was aware of and kept coming up blank. “Why don't you walk me through what happened?”
“Take a wild guess,” Devon sighed. He lumbered to his feet and shuffled further into the living room, his shoulders hunched against the ceiling. He muttered a grunt of frustration as one of his giant wobblers knocked over the TV stand.
“Dude, watch it!” Leo exclaimed. “The TV's mine. And the…couch…”
The sofa disappeared under Devon’s bulk, the sounds of furniture cracking filling the room as he settled down into a more comfortable position.
“Whatever,” said Leo. “The whole security deposit's fucked anyways.”
“I think we have bigger problems than the security deposit,” Devon rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, I was almost smothered by those bigger problems before they pushed me out of a fucking window earlier.”
“And I wonder whose fault that was.”
“You were already starting to Hulk out before you used the patch!”
“The patch?” Santi interjected. “You went to the clinic?”
“I was going to go to the clinic,” said Devon. “But this one wanted me to use his own illicit substances.”
“It was the best idea we had at the time.” Leo crossed his arms defensively, avoiding Santi’s questioning gaze. “For all we know it could've been worse.”
“So I should be thanking you?” Devon snapped. “You're fucking…ridiculous…” His breathing slowed, face scrunched in concentration as if he was trying to will himself to stay together.
“How many times did I tell you to get treatment before some crazy shit popped off?” Leo’s voice cracked. “And now look–”
“Hey!” Santi held up his sternest librarian finger to shush Leo before he added more grease to the fire, while using his other hand to gently massage the scruff under Devon's chin. “You both need to calm down, okay? Devon, your hormonal system is still probably in complete chaos and if you get too stressed it might trigger another…event.”
Devon looked down at the bulging vascularity of his forearms, before his worried eyes connected with Santi's. His breathing grew heavy as he tried to refocus. He shuddered as a wave of residual growth produced another melody of splintering from the sofa being crushed by his cheeks.
“...Fine,” said Leo. His need to win an argument lost out to his fear of being crushed by those cheeks again. “Fine. Fine.” He suddenly seemed to notice the tattered, dirty clothes he was still wearing and the residual bruising across his body. “I need to go take care of this,” he muttered, disappearing in the direction of his room.
“You're always so smart,” Devon said, crushing Santi in a bear hug and digging his face into his neck.
Santi marveled at how even Devon's head was bigger as he re-acquainted himself with Devon's plump, enlarged lips. Yet the contours of his sweet face were the same. His smell, his nervous smile, the twitch of his eyelid, all familiar. He cradled Devon’s face in his hands as they made out, losing track of time in his deep musk and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He had always feared something like this would happen–they both had–and he didn’t exactly have a coherent plan of action, but he was with Devon and he would stay with him until they got it all figured out. And that offer to move in together was very much still on the table, present complications included.
“Don't mean to interrupt,” said Leo, strolling back in wearing something more casual and less just-fell-out-of-a-window. “But we do need to come up with some ideas for how to handle this…situation...”
He was at a loss for words as Santi turned around, less concerned with the apologetic smile on his face as the pipe wrapping around his hip. Leo had always politely ignored Santa’s prodigious bulge, but had never encountered the ruler breaking piece at full mast. Even under multiple layers of fabric, the throbbing trouser snake was making itself known.
While Santi usually wore work outfits that downplayed his overendowment as much as possible, the overalls unfortunately had the opposite effect. He was well aware that even his sizable hands were woefully insufficient to cover the meat he was packing, and even more aware that if he moved into a different position he might reveal the real monster that was straining Devon's makeshift bed sheet thong to the limit and starting to nestle itself in the underside of Santi's ass.
Devon loves these, Santi thought wryly as his dick lurched further, stretching against the already fatigued fabric.
“Well,” began Santi, desperately trying to come up with an excuse to get a break from Leo so everyone could cool down, “we need to get him out of here and transportation's going to take some planning. We'll need a trailer or a large moving truck. At least fifteen feet.”
“Hmm,” said Leo, glad to have a task that wasn't outright panic. “I can get on that.”
“If you can go get anything available immediately, that would be great. For the sanctity of your…security deposit.”
“Okay!”
Leo looked more than eager to grab his keys and vacate the premises for a time. As the door clicked shut behind him, Devon's dick picked up its insistent pressure against Santi's backside, the staccato pops of seams separating interspersed with Devon's frustrated huffs as he settled his hands on Santi's double wide hips. His dick felt impossibly huge, a log of thermonuclear heat pulsing stronger as his hands covered more of Santi’s torso with every shudder and groan.
“Wait,” said Santi, snapping to attention. “We should calm your system before you get too excited. Maybe a cold shower?”
Devon only laughed, a low chuckle emanating from his plump lips as they nuzzled into the back of Santi’s neck. The creak of the floorboards served as a reminder that the bathroom had been recently destroyed by Devon’s mighty cheeks. Not to mention that it would take a polar vortex to calm the monstrous appendage extending from Devon’s crotch and filling more and more of the space between Santi’s legs.
This thing could lift me off the ground, Santi thought, terrified. He had to do something before Devon had another surge of growth and caused serious infrastructural damage. Yet he seemed too far gone with whatever hormonal overload of supercharged horniness was pumping through him. Maybe, if he could relieve the pressure, they could get their heads on straight and come up with a real solution while Leo was conveniently out of the picture. Okay. Plan B.
Santi turned around and locked lips with Devon, who reciprocated the energy tenfold. As Devon’s hands began fondling Santi’s juicy buns in earnest, Santi fumbled with one of the buckles of his overalls, looking forward to being rid of the acute pressure digging into his shoulders. What he was hoping would be a quick, sexy disrobing dragged on as he continued making out with Devon, the metal warped from stress and refusing to budge.
“Hold on,” he muttered against the force of Devon’s hungry tongue. “Let me just–”
“No, let me.” Devon reluctantly let his hands leave the generous curve of Santi’s hips so he could slide his thumb and forefingers along the thin straps. He took his time, letting his fingers caress Santi’s torso before ripping the straps off in one quick motion.
“I thought you liked these,” Santi breathed. He shuddered at Devon’s touch. Though suddenly massive, those hands still knew the tender spots and erogenous pressure points along the back of Santi’s neck and shoulders. It had been a long time since Santi had felt like the smaller one in any situation, and he found himself yearning to fall into Devon’s huge mitts.
“I do,” Devon growled, his voice tempered by the unrelenting pressure of barely contained lust. “But you’re cuter without them.”
Santi found himself being spun around like a toy as Devon began to sensuously peel off the denim overalls. The slow movements of his thick fingers along Santi’s back grew frustrated as the fabric resisted moving easily over the circumference of his ass. The heat of Devon’s breath across his shoulders and the warmth of his lips on his neck drew a stark contrast to the sudden cool burst of exposure along his posterior chain. He didn’t sense that he would miss the garment that was now in tatters on the floor.
“I, uh, sorry,” stammered Devon through a horny haze. “I wasn’t trying to–”
“You’ll have to make it up to me,” Santi interrupted. He bent over, his massive cakes jutting towards Devon’s face, jiggling uncontrollably as he worked up the momentum to give them a shake. He wasn’t usually this brazen. He was usually the one nuzzling into Devon’s fat cheeks and insatiable hole, but he didn’t know if he would survive the experience of topping his giant boyfriend’s giant clappers. Things had changed and he was on a mission.
“Fuck…” Devon groaned at the sight before him as well as the unbearable pressure building from the cum factories that had grown large enough to languish on the floor. He slapped Santi’s ass with enough force to produce a thunderclap of sound that shook the apartment.
Santi was falling into a frenzy. It had been far too long since anyone had been able to truly handle his voluptuous backside, let alone palm them with ease. With each CRACK of Devon’s monstrous hands against his cheeks, he grew uncaring of the windows rattling or the neighbors who must be assuming they were under attack. His eyes rolled back in his head as Devon’s paws gingerly separated his oversized glutes so his powerful and prodigious tongue could explore his hole. He got smug satisfaction out of the realization that his ass could still smother his beau’s enlarged head, his muffled groans reverberating through his cheeks as his hands hungrily kneaded the sides.
Santi’s knees buckled and he found himself straddling either side of Devon’s mammoth cock, face to face with a drooling mushroom head that eclipsed his face. He began lapping up the gushing stream of precum, then leaned down to start making out with his lover’s piss slit. His head was slowly covered in the neverending supply of sticky ooze. As Devon’s groans of pleasure between his cheeks interspersed with full body shudders, his dick felt more expansive with each heartbeat. A loud cracking sound behind them brought Santi back into focus, as he realized Devon’s cheeks must have crushed the couch beyond repair. He had to prevent another expansion event before the rest of the building followed suit.
“Are you close?” Santi asked, answered by an unintelligible mumble.
“I…need…” Devon’s voice was deep and guttural as he came up for air. Santi turned to see his face slick with sweat, his chest heaving with slow, controlled breaths. For a second, he looked like spoken language had eluded him, his eyes searching Santi’s for the right string of words, as if his librarian boyfriend might provide them via telepathy. “I need you to fuck me.”
Santi paused in consideration, loosely wondering if his life’s affairs were in order. He sighed and planted a wet, salty kiss on Devon’s luscious lips. The things I do for love.
Pieces of Leo’s couch fell from Devon’s monumental globes as he repositioned. Santi was doing some kind of mental sex geometry as he came up with a plan of action for the planetoids hovering before him. They were still those perfect, juicy orbs Santi loved so much, just blown up impossibly larger. They filled Santi’s field of vision, jiggling and shaking with each minute movement as Devon managed to present his hungry hole to the now smaller man.
Santi was acutely aware that his entire torso could get trapped in there if he wasn’t careful. He stood with trepidation, taking in Devon’s immense form. Before he could even begin to reconsider, he felt that familiar magnetic tug of Devon’s glorious cakes, only magnified by what felt like a hundred fold. His dick pulsed angrily, rising to attention fast enough to tickle his lips and leave a kiss of his own gooey precum. He glanced down with a flash of worry at his own apparently growing problem, yet his feet seemed to move forward of their own volition, his cock falling into position against his partner’s eager hole.
Devon cooed as Santi slid in with ease. After a few tentative strokes, the muscles of his enlarged ass seemed to take on a mind of their own, pulling Santi back and forth with their own rhythm like he was a glorified sex toy. Santi fell into Devon’s expansive cheeks, head and shoulders disappearing between the spheres of ass as his hands searched for purchase along the jiggling globes. Eventually, he managed to get his bearings, mobilizing his powerful glutes to thrust all the way into his partner, eliciting a roar of pleasure. He hadn’t realized how much he’d been holding back in the past, afraid of being too forceful with his oversized equipment. Now he no longer needed to, and reveled in Devon’s earth shattering groans as he pounded with full force.
With each tremor of delight, Santi could feel Devon’s gigantic glutes slowly expanding, as if the building orgasmic pressure was too much to contain. He kept expecting to get pushed out by the gelatinous mass, but Devon’s grip was supernaturally strong. He could feel the oddly dexterous muscles massaging him like he was being stroked from the inside, leaving a tingling sensation along his shaft that intensified with each thrust. Even though his heavy balls were knocking against Devon’s taint, he could feel himself going deeper, pushing his walls outward a little more, his rock hard dick feeling more and more hefty to satisfy his growing lover. Devon was in a trance, howling with pleasure as his unbelievable ass dwarfed Santi’s entire body, sending Santi into overdrive in his efforts to prevent a catastrophe in the cozy apartment.
“I…I’m…gonna…” Devon moaned, but Santi already knew the signs of his partner’s rapidly approaching orgasm. Devon’s massive, pendulous balls hitched up off the ground as he struggled to wrap one massive hand around his growing shaft.
Devon’s ass was basically all Santi could perceive, but beyond the creak of the floorboards, rain of plaster, and decorations falling from the walls, he heard what sounded like the slow squeal of the front door opening.
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The light clicked on, keys were tossed on the chest of drawers by the door, Thomas gasped and gaped at the titanic man sprawled on his sofa across the room.
“Startled you?” He purred in a deep, Eastern European accent.
Thomas paused and then choked out an impressed chuckle, pointing a finger towards the backpack, “So who’s it this time? Exchange student? New in your department?”
“Maybe. Maybe just some piece of ass I saw stumbling around campus. Does it matter?” He cockily flexed for himself, indulging in his huge size, taking heavy deep breaths intermingled with soft moans, teasing Thomas.
Thomas and Professor Navarro—Juan to Thomas now—had been going steady pretty much since the first month Thomas had his upper level religion class in his 3rd year. Juan was always so charming and intelligent to Thomas, not to mention he rocked a tight Latino silver fox look, and Thomas was always an attentive and passionate student, plus his short but stacked bod he’d maintained from his wrestling years in high school had always attracted its fair share of admirers. Including from his professors. Needless to say, visits to Professor Navarro's office hours quickly transitioned first into heavy petting, then followed by mutual suck sessions right there in the religious studies hall.
Since then, Juan and Thomas had turned their taboo situationship into a full blown relationship, with much more openness after Thomas finally graduated. But it had only been within the last two months since Juan—through his more esoteric studies—discovered that spell (hex, really, but who’s worried about precision of language when you’re dealing with possession incantations). Even in the short two months since the discovery, he and Thomas had taken insane advantage of it. Both Juan and Thomas had stuffed themselves into a village’s worth of people since then—other men, women, students, grad assistants, and professors alike, a small mob’s worth of men at the townie bars, into each other’s bodies (too many times to count really)—but this was easily Juan’s most massive find to date.
Juan continued to admire himself, relishing in the ridiculous scale of his borrowed body, flexing and copping a feel all over himself through hot and heavy pants of breath. Thomas had trouble catching his own breath, squeezing his thick hog that was forming a spike in his gym shorts at the sight, soaking his briefs in sweaty pre and coaxing Juan to tease him further.
Juan sighed and brought his massive hands down together to his crotch making an O with his hands and bunching up his stiffening package over his shorts making an obscene bulge, then waggled the copious bunch of meat at Thomas.
"You want I should stretch your hole wide open like pig, да?" He purred deeply again, really leaning into his borrowed Eastern European accent. “Come, let me taste, красотка.”
Thomas huffed another giggle and dropped his bag, swiftly moving over to the couch and basically falling on top of Juan's enormous form, immediately linking lips with him and exploring each others mouths and tongues. Thomas rutted his cock against Juan’s chiseled torso while Juan sucked face and took greedy firm fistfuls of Thomas’s ass. Suddenly, Juan manhandled Thomas up higher to his face, yanking down his shorts and briefs, burying his face into Thomas’s fuzzy bush and taking licks down his throbbing pole, while Thomas steadied himself with his hands around Juan’s buzzed head. Juan went to work swallowing deep gulps of Thomas’s chubby boyfriend cock, as Thomas gasped in deep satisfied moans of ecstasy.
Suddenly, after riding cresting waves of pleasure inside Juan’s mouth, stampeding quickly towards cumming, a devilish thought hit Thomas. Maybe even a risky thought, but that made it so much hotter—and fuck, could it be hot…
Between the noisy gulps and slurps he was making, Juan could also hear the first few syllables of that familiar incantation being whispered between whiny gasps. Juan immediately understood what was happening. Greedy fucker, Juan thought with a grin and intensified his assault on Thomas’s dick, pushing his man ever closer to unloading while he hurried out the last of the lines. Thomas panted urgently the last few syllables as he felt his balls hitch and his head vibrate as he flooded Juan’s gullet with spooge.
Simultaneously, as he voided his nuts into Juan’s new thick neck, Thomas felt the familiar sucking pull, as he began his plunge into his lover once again. Only this time, he felt a triple-fold hurricane wind of tightening pleasure pervading his goo-ifying body, sloshing around and through his own fresh load. He felt something—someone—with him there in the churning, throbbing vessel he was invading, and he knew within a second that it was Juan there he was sliding against, thrusting against, grinding against, melding into. Their body thrashed there on the couch, flexing and grunting involuntarily, humping against the air, their whole frame pulsating and cracking bigger while their clothes came loose at the seams, their cock hiccuping into thicker and longer extremes.
Thomas and Juan churned and twisted more into each other, squeezing into each other with such erotic intensity until—…
Their eyes shot open to the bright light in the same second as their neck cracked higher, forcing their shared body into its 7’8”, 430 lbs behemoth finality, also the same second their 13 inch coke can cock and orange sized nuts began gushing and spitting out a liters worth of hot, gooey jizz into the sweating, matted forest of his heaving barrel chest.
