Popular Post scarletic Posted February 1, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted February 1, 2020 Again, comments and suggestions on writing, plot, grammar, and structure always appreciated. Thanks and enjoy. PART 8a It took forever, but we eventually arrived at the resort. I was ready to faint right there in my seat. We had a bit of an issue unloading the bus, considering we were lugging around a nearly-7-foot tall giant, but we got through it. As we walked over to reception with our bags, the stone path was lined by the richest floral array I had ever seen in my life, with more color than any of the meals served at the office cafeteria. Our co-workers poured into the lobby, excited to see what was in store for them at the La Vida Resort. It seemed Wes had booked at a good time. The clear blue skies were void of clouds, the sun was shining, and the sparkling waves were a deep crystal blue. To top it all off, It seemed no one but us was around to enjoy the great, sandy beaches. As I stepped into the main lobby, I was overwhelmed by a feast for the eyes. It was hard keeping my eyes on one aspect of the pristine, luxurious decor without being distracted by something else. The lobby alone was several meters tall, lined from top to bottom in fine marble and gold embellishments. Froy and I made a beeline to the great glass windows that put the picturesque ocean on display. He grabbed my hand in his and smiled down at me, raising his hand to flex his huge arm in my face. Wes followed behind us and immediately rushed over to the desk to make sure everything was arranged for. Poor little Avery had to drag all their bags over to the couches where we were. He looked absolutely winded from carrying two luggage bags as large as he was. He panted. “Hi-hi, sorry, is it okay if you helped me with our bags…?” Froy, being literally a foot taller than Avery, turned and hoisted an entire bag in one arm as if it were a feather. “Oh, sure thing.” He smiled. I took the other bag and prompted for Avery to take a seat on the couch beside us. “Here, you look like you could use a rest,” I said. “A six-hour bus ride would’ve killed an old woman for sure.” He smiled meekly, keeping his head low and sunken in his hoodie. “Thanks… I haven’t had to lift so much since P.E.” Everything was going well until Lisa walked in with her and Marcus’ bag. The whole lobby went quiet as Marcus ducked his head to fit under the doorframe. His enormous body looked even bigger in the sunlight as every sweaty curve and bulging muscle stood at attention, somehow looking like he’d swollen even larger since his little wardrobe malfunction in the bus a few hours before. His torso looked like it was ready to burst, with his delts, mountainous pecs, and arms each having more muscle than my entire body combined. Both his legs were about as thick as actual tree trunks. They were covered in striations and powerful valleys, giving a whole new meaning to the phrase—especially with the rather girthy branch swinging in his speedo like a pendulum. “Ah, finally! Breathing room!” Marcus yelled. He placed his hands on his narrow waist and puffed up his chest, causing him to appear even bigger, before he released the air in a loud huff. “Hey, Wes! Where’s my room?” he said, swaggering up to Wes at the front desk. Lisa, on the other hand, looked like she was about to collapse. I walked over and took her bag from her arms, leading her to the couch where Avery was sitting. “God, you look terrible,” I said. “Thanks, it’s the make-up.” She sat down next to Avery and quickly fell unconscious on his shoulder. Avery’s eyes bugged out, knowing he couldn’t move or say a word if he didn’t want Lisa to wake up. He looked at Froy and I with a puppy-dog face, begging us to help him. I took Froy by the hand to the front desk so we could ask Wes where to bring his and Avery’s things. He told me a few days beforehand that we’d be sharing a single beach house together, just me, Froy, Marcus, Wes, Lisa, and Avery. What a dangerous combination honestly. I could write a novel on the safety hazards of putting us together in such an enclosed space. As Froy and I walked up to Marcus and Wes, we couldn’t help but laugh a little at the extreme size difference between them. Two weeks ago, Wes was looking Marcus in the collarbone, now Wes was eye-to-eye with the underside of Marcus’ nipples. In fact, Marcus was getting so big that his chest alone was starting to cast quite a shadow. “Oh, hey! Here are my favourite co-workers,” Marcus said, smiling down at us. Somehow, he made even the 6’5” muscle god Froy look small. “How’s the view? The weather up here is great.” “Absolutely peachy,” I said. “Has Wes settled everything here yet? Avery and Lisa have turned the couches into a makeshift morgue.” “Naw. He’s taking his sweet ass time with the concierge. I’m fucking itching to get in the water already, man, you’ve got no idea.” I looked down and saw his erection literally pulling the speedo to threads. “Oh. I’ve got some idea.” “Could you two keep it a bit down back there?” Wes asked. “They didn’t believe me when I told them Marcus was going to need an industrial-strength bed, so we’re figuring out where the hell we’re gonna put you.” “A mattress on the floor is good enough for me, man. If they don’t have a bed that can hold me, then I can’t complain.” I looked over at Wes and the employees who were staring in shock. “Are you sure? We’re at a 5-star resort, you know,” Wes said. “And it’s not exactly cheap, even with the discount,” he mumbled. Marcus playfully ruffled up Wes’ hair. “Yeah, don’t worry about me, boss. I just wanna get in the damn water already!” The receptionist hesitantly gave Marcus his room key. To which he replied by snatching it in an instant, causing the poor woman to yelp as his boulder-like fist swung by. “Yoink, thanks!” In a flash, he sprinted out of the lobby, causing the floorboards to shake and chandeliers to tremble. Every muscle in his body was bouncing up and down, and his massive endowment was stretching his speedo to new limits. Lisa woke up screaming, thinking there was an earthquake as Marcus sprinted to the beach. Wes handed us the rest of our keys, and we all made our way to our respective beach houses. As promised, the six of us were sharing a house together. It was the grandest among the beach houses with two floors, four bedrooms, a bar, private pool, and jacuzzi. Wes and Avery claimed the master bedroom while Lisa reserved the bedroom closest to the bar for her and Marcus. Froy wanted the second floor bedroom for us. I was worried that if we had sex, the floorboards wouldn’t be subtle about it—but I guess that’s probably what he wanted. Lisa collapsed on their bed and locked herself inside while Avery and Wes headed out. Upstairs, Froy and I were alone in our bedroom. It was incredibly spacious, with a grand 8 foot ceiling and windows across all the walls. Froy walked over and dumped his bags on one side of the bed before half-shutting the curtains. While I settled in and unpacked my things, he didn’t say a word or move a muscle. He only looked at me, watching me eagerly with his beautiful eyes and innocent, childlike smile. When I was just about done, I took out my sunblock and trunks. He walked up to the window overlooking the pool and peeked outside, bouncing his powerful legs in his excitement and giving me a gorgeous view of his hyper-muscled backside. His broad-shouldered back was just as loaded with toned muscles as his front, with every bump and bulge. His bubble-butt was pulling his white trunks to their limits, stretching the garter and causing it to slide down, every so slightly revealing his crack. And even a glance at his legs made me wonder what it would be like to have my head pinned between his thighs. If there were anything industrial-strength at the resort, Froy was one of them. I walked up to him and admired how his triceps were jutting out and causing his arms to appear way larger than they should’ve been. The closer I got, the bigger he almost seemed to be in comparison to me. After being around him for so long, I forgot just how big he actually was when Marcus wasn’t around. This was still a 6’5”, 20 year old with enough muscle to count as two or three football players. It was a miracle he was still so flexible and lean. “Hey, what’re you looking at?” I asked. “Oh, I was just looking at the pool, sir. I’ve never been in one before.” “What? You know how to swim at least?” He turned around, shutting the curtain and smiling meekly. “I don’t. The last time I was in the water, I was 10 and my brothers tried to drown me in the bathtub.” He chuckled. “Wow.” ”Yeah, but they’ve got their good sides—somewhere. Somewhere very deep, I think.” “Somewhere over the rainbow more like. They’re still in prison, I hope?” “Mhm. But they’ll be out soon.” Froy smirked. “I don’t know how they’ll react when they see me like this. We haven’t seen each other in five years. I always looked up to them before—physically, not literally.” “There probably aren’t many people who you can look up to now, huh?” I stood beside him, looking up at his ditzy face as he stared out the window. He nodded. It was subtle, but I could see his smile slowly fade. “Mhm,” he mumbled. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “What’re you thinking about?” “Nothing, sir. Just a small thing.” “Aren’t you happy being big?” “I am, sir. I love it a lot, but…” “‘But’?” He shook his head. “Uh, nothing,” he said, smiling as he turned his massive torso to face me. I hadn’t seen him topless before his coffee accident in the bus. He was always covered—barely, but he was clothed. It had been over seven hours since then, and I still wasn’t able to comprehend his immensity, just how much muscle he’d actually taken from Wes. There was no way anyone Froy’s age would ever be able to grow this big. And yet, here he was. Standing in front of me. Normally, someone 6’5” would be a stick. However, Froy was anything but. There was so much hard meat packed on his body. His torso alone was a boulder with bulbous pecs that ballooned from his ribcage, causing his soft pink nipples to point downwards. Attached to it were hefty arms that could’ve easily been someone’s legs. His biceps, triceps, shoulders, and forearms all bulged dramatically underneath his skin, resembling oversized stones that stretched his baby-smooth skin to its limits. My face was level with his collarbone, broader than my entire head. If I reached out and grabbed his tits, I doubt I would’ve been able to hold even half of the muscle packed in them. It was a pain having to tilt my neck so far back just to see his boyish face, but I loved how he smiled whenever he looked down at me with his huge pecs blocking his view. And I wondered how long it would take until I was looking even higher. I looked down and saw slight movement in his crotch, trying to stretch his struggling trunks to no avail. He saw me ogling the bulge and feigned a cough. He raised an enormous arm and scratched the back of his head, causing his globular bicep to bulge into a mountainous peak. When our eyes met, I could see his attention hop from me to the sunblock in my hand. “Oh, uh, sir, I think I left my sunblock at home… by accident. Is it okay if I borrowed some of yours?” he asked, blushing. “Yeah. Go ahead.” I handed it to him, stepping back as his soft hand took the small bottle. He smirked. “Thank you, sir,” he said, squirting a generous dollop into his palm. My heart stopped—that sunblock was expensive. “No problem. Just give it back when you’re done… if there’s… any of it left.” I walked over to the bed and sat down so I could get a better view of Froy. He started rubbing his hands together to spread the sunblock, turning sideways and causing his supple ass to bounce, as if every step were another flex. His back turned to me was perfectly molded. Every cut formed a trench I could run my fingers through, and his lats formed a perfect inverted triangle. He displayed how far his chest, crotch, and ass were protruding from the rest of his body. Then, with his lathered hands, he cupped both his pecs, generously spreading the sunblock across his bare torso. As he circled his hands across his tits, I saw a glimmer in his eyes that betrayed his nervous smile. “There’s a lot of you to cover, huh?” I asked, turning back to him. As if on cue, he jumped in place and turned to face me. “Ah, yes, sir. I’m a lot bigger than I used to be, after all.” Then one of his hands lowered to his abs, caressing each brick and gently tugging at his taut skin, showing off how little fat he had. His other hand rose and slowly slid down his shoulder, groping—squeezing—the thickly muscled upper arm’s powerful, rock-hard bulges. When he finished lathering his abs, he started covering his other arm in sunblock. Both his arms were folded across his slick chest, causing his biceps, triceps, and pecs to jutt as they were squeezed together. I was enjoying the show until he tried lathering his back. His new size made it so that he could no longer reach around to cover his backside. It didn’t matter how flexible he was. He was just too big, full stop. He grunted and grimaced as he tried stretching his torso and arms as far back as they could go. No good. Being the philanthropist I am, I decided to help. “Need some help?” I asked. No ulterior motives whatsoever. He looked at me worriedly then smiled. “Only if it’s okay with you, sir.” “Anything for you is always okay with me.” I stood up from the bed and met him halfway across the room, his frontside glimmering in the sunlight that peered through the half-covered windows. “My sunblock’s oilier than I thought. You look like you’re ready for a bodybuilding competition,” I said. He blushed, avoiding eye contact. “Really? You think I look like one of them?” “You’re a lot bigger than a lot of them, that’s for sure.” I pulled up his big hands and grabbed them with my hands, transferring as much of the remaining sunblock onto mine. His hands were unusually calloused and hard for how soft they looked. Probably because of the muscle. “Turn around.” He pouted as he scooted around awkwardly in place, facing his vast back towards me. “Let’s hope I have enough sunblock,” I said. With his back turned to mine, every breath he took caused his rippling muscles to act up. I lathered my hands and planted them onto the firm muscles of his backside, unable to make a dent or even press into them without exerting tons of effort. He stretched his arms and torso, nearly knocking me over while standing as tall as he could. “Oh, sorry, sir.” “Don’t worry about it. You’re a big guy, it’s normal.” I spread my hands across his expansive back, staring in awe at the beautifully-sculpted muscles that bulged from all sides. A newfound appreciation for Froy’s overgrown body further developed within me, enamoring me, captivating my every waking thought. I was insatiable. The longer my hands explored his body, the bigger it always seemed to get. Whenever I thought I’d covered enough, there were always new mounds of muscle for me to stroke with my little fingers. Eventually, I finished covering his backside. “I think I’m done here, Froy.” Then he took one step and turned in place, causing his enormous pecs to almost bump into my face—again. “Oh, thank you, sir!” He smiled. I looked down and saw that there was a massive python crawling down the length of his shorts, forming a sizeable bulge where his thick thighs blocked off circulation. “Need help with your legs?” His eyes went wide as he blushed even harder, causing his face to flush a darker pink. “Ah, only if it’s okay with you, sir.” “I told you, if it’s you, it’s always okay with me. I’m sure it must be incredibly hard for you to bend down when you’re so tall.” He chuckled. “Yeah, a little.” ‘A little,’ he said. There was nothing little down where I was kneeling, that’s for sure. From where I was on the ground, the vantage point I had was straight out of my wet dreams. Looking up at his body felt like an ant staring up at a skyscraper. The mountains of muscle that emerged from his body loomed over me, especially his pecs which almost looked like globes. Not to mention his anaconda of a cock threatening to burst out of his shorts. Focusing back on his legs, I grabbed my bottle of sunblock and squeezed out all that was left inside and relathered my hands. It was then that I knew I was never buying expensive sunblock ever again. He spread his thighs in front of me, and I watched each muscular leg of ham tremble with every swift motion. I could only imagine the immense power it took to move those stone columns. “Damn, how do you fit into your skinny pants?” I asked. He giggled. “I had to buy stretchy ones, sir. None of my old pants fit me anymore.” “Must be tough finding clothes when you’re this big, huh? Imagine if you were as big as Marcus! What would you even wear?” He paused. “What do you think I should wear, sir?” His bulge perked up. “Just wear whatever you want.” “But I don’t know what would look good.” I slapped my hands onto his thighs. “You always do.” In swift motions, I lathered his legs, making sure not to miss a single nook or cranny. His ass and massive engorgement took so much space in his shorts that they were being pulled all the way up to his groin. Being on the ground with him looming above me like a giant was more arousing than I’d expected. I could feel the blood rush to my own face and crotch with every stroke of his marble legs. When I glanced up to see him, I could see him smiling as he stretched his broad torso to make himself look wider and more muscular from where I knelt. When I finally finished, he helped me stand on my feet before sweeping his spiky hair to the side. His sunblock-lathered body glistened in the sunlight like a god-made-flesh. The temptation to grab a handful of his crotch was unbearable. “You good?” I asked, face flushed red. He grinned, showing off his pearlesque teeth. “Yeah, thank you, sir! I don’t think I would’ve been able to cover as much as you did.” “It’s no problem, bud. I’m sure anyone would’ve done the same thing for you.” “What do you mean?” I slapped him on the chest, causing his pec to jiggle. “Just look at you! You’re beautiful. Who wouldn’t want to get their hands on a body like yours? Plus, a face like that.” He blushed, groping his tit right in my eyes “Aw, thank you, sir. Actually, I’m not sure if it’s okay with you, but I think there’s one more place I think could use a little sunblock.” “And that would be?” He grabbed my hand. And gently rested it on his rock-hard crotch. “Here, I think?” Holy shit. “How forceful.” He was bigger than I thought. “O-oh, wow. You’ve grown even bigger, huh.” “Yeah… sir.” He smiled. “Do you like it? Is it big enough for you?” I knelt down. “Why don’t you pull down your shorts and let my hands do the talking?” He bit his lip and tugged his shorts over his ass. He wasn’t even trying to be sexy, he was just too big for his shorts to come off easily—but damn, he looked good. I could hear threads on the verge of tearing as he reached a hand into his crotch and gave his junk a nice squeeze. “Do you have enough sunblock, sir?” “We’ll make do. Besides, I have a pretty good idea of where to get some if we run out. And judging by what you’ve got in your hand for me, we are definitely going to.” He chuckled, pulling down the rest of his shorts and causing his manhood to flop outward in front of me. It was practically the size of my forearm. Veins trailed down its meaty shaft, leading to a completely shaven base with an oversized pair of balls hanging below. “Aw, did you shave just for me?” He blushed. “N-no, sir! I, uh, heh…” “Your dick looks straight-up photoshopped, Froy. I didn’t know it was possible for a perfect cock to get even more perfect.” He tried to hide to chuckle amid his arousal. “Thank you, sir!” “Hey, let’s try something fun. Why don’t you try not calling me ‘sir’? Just for now.” His member started to swell even larger and harder, somehow managing to carry its immensity and stand at attention. “Oh, uh, okay.” While one of his hands stroked the head on his cock, his other was scratching the back of his head. “What do you want me to call you instead?” “You pick.” “Are you sure? Anything I want?” “Yup. But just for now, though. It can be what you call me whenever you’re in charge.” “But I’m already so used to calling you ‘sir.’” He grinned mischievously, stroking his chin. “Hmm, what about… ‘puppy’? Would that be okay?” I had to smile. “Really? Is this supposed to be revenge?” “Maaaybe.” “Fine. But when we’re back in the office, it’s back to normal, alright?” “Okay… puppy.” He giggled. As his engorged, fully erect member stood firmly at my eye-level, I slapped my hands together to get as much of the sunblock spread out evenly. Once my hands were about to hold onto Froy’s cock, there was an intense warmth that emanated. It was unbearably inviting. The moment my fingers touched him, he shuddered. Holding in what could only be an orgasm with such a huge pair of balls must’ve been tough. Hearing him moan as my hands finally began stroking was causing my own hard-on to throb. Even if it wasn’t quite as hard. Or large. There was an immense firmness that came with stroking his warm cock. It felt like my fingers were gliding effortlessly across the huge shaft. I don’t remember how big he’d been before, but the damn thing was no shorter than 10”. The plump mushroom head that topped off his engorgement was ready to bloom, it seemed. I squeezed him tightly in my hands, stimulating every nerve I knew of. Moaning, groaning, and gently thrusting. His eyes would shift between looking at me with a deviant mischievousness and lost in ecstasy, so I knew I was turning him on. “Does it feel good, Froy? This enough sunblock for you or should I try adding a bit more?” He whimpered, his legs trembling. “A-ah, more, please more, puppy… It feels so gooood. Could I sit on the bed? I think I need to sit down.” “Sure thing, big guy. Get as comfy as you want.” He stepped back and fell on the bed, causing it to crackle as the wood frame nearly broke apart from the sheer force of his weight. Now that he was seated, his monolith of an endowment stood completely erect. He leaned back on his elbows and spread his legs, taking up the entire width of the bed by spreading out and maximizing his muscles’ breathing room. “Mmpf, god. You’re so good at that,” he grumbled. “Of course. I’ve been practicing. In my head, I mean. On you.” “Oh, really? I think I kinda like that, pup.” “You’re really enjoying this whole ‘puppy’ thing. You didn’t even need to adjust from your usual ‘sirs’.” “Practice makes perfect,” he said. Then, he grabbed my hands and held them against his cock. “Keep going. It feels so great.” His hands cupped mine tightly as he led where he wanted them to go. When he got tired, he went back to leaning on his elbows and pinning me in between his humongous thighs. Fuck me, he was big. Really big. I loved how where I knelt, everything on him seemed magnified in the glistening sunlight. As the sunblock started drying on his cock from the heat, the friction was causing him to shudder in pleasure. His head shot back and his foot began bouncing on the ground next to me. I kept stroking, and stroking, and stroking. When he bit his lip, I knew I was getting close. But he was going to need a little push. “Want a little more sunblock on your big guy, big guy? Just to be extra safe,” I said. He was breathing deep breaths, causing his mountainous pecs to rapidly rise and fall. “Yes, please. Please put some more. Just a little more.” I rose from the ground and leaned over onto him on the bed, placing my hands on his warm thighs and flaring lats. He looked at me from over his tits and smiled. With my small hands, I traveled from his lats to his abs until I finally got two immense handfuls of pecs in my hands. I’d confirmed my suspicion. There was no way I was going to hold all the muscle in his chest. There was just so much of him. I gave him a tight squeeze, twiddling with his nipples. “Oh, f-fuck… God!” he said. At that point, my hands were covered in sunblock. So, I went back down. His cock had become extra sensitive from that short break. For the grand finale, I took off my shirt. I crawled up until his ballsack was right at my abdomen and his huge cock was planted on my torso and face. “Are you ready?” “Yes! Yes, yes, do it, puppy.” With both my hands and torso, I started rubbing myself against him. If he was going to be pleased, I was going to make sure it was good for both of us. Plus, I was out of sunblock. When I could feel a force gathering at the base of his urethra, I planted my tongue on his head. All it took was a slow, drawn-out lick across the hole. Less than a second later, I was launched back by a geyser of cum like I’d never seen before. I was on the floor, practically swimming in a seemingly never-ending bout of spurts that launched forward and landed on my face and torso. A real one-man bukkake. It eventually ended and I was able to stand back up, watching him heaving on the bed, sprawled out like a hyper-buff starfish. “Damn, it’s like I never even used any sunblock on you and your god-cock.” He couldn’t speak. I could see he was exhausted, but the large smile on his face was more than enough to tell me I’d done my job. And I did it well. I crawled onto the bed next to him. I looked down at him and his beautiful face. And he looked up at me, not knowing what to do next. With one swift motion, I puckered my lips and motioned him to follow. He lifted his head and kissed me tenderly, making sure to emphasize just how much larger his tongue was than mine. When he finished and let me go, I stood back up and squeezed out whatever sunblock was still in my bottle by asking Froy to give it a quick squeeze. The way his muscles flexed when he so casually crushed my bottle in one hand didn’t seem like it was ever going to get old. “So are you going to stay here?” I asked, applying the sunblock onto myself. “Just for a while. I… just need to rest a bit.” He groaned. “And I still have to fix my shorts.” “Sure thing. I’ll head out first and explore the place a bit. Gonna make the most of a vacation like this since it’s all expense-paid. I’ll catch you by the pool later?” He gave me a thumbs up and chuckled. “So how was it? Have you ever had a handjob that good before?” I asked. “No, sir,” he said. “But it’s a bit cheating since you’re the only person who’s ever touched me like that besides me and my brothers.” “What? No one but me has ever given you a handie?” “Yes, sir.” “What about a blowie? A rimmie? Uh…” “No. Just you.” Huh. “Damn. You’re lucky to have me then.” Is that true? “Aight, I’ll be going now. Rest up, big guy.” What about Avery? Was I wrong? What else could they have been doing in the coffee shop toilet? It didn’t take long until he was snoozing off. As quietly as I could, I put on my cap and shades after I changed into my trunks and headed out, careful not to wake my Sleeping Beauty. The sun outside was burning brighter than it ever had been all day. I was wondering just how long it’d take for someone as pale as me to get oven-roasted in time for Thanksgiving. The day had been going swimmingly so far. We got to the resort in one piece, I gave Froy another handjob, and for a while, I thought nothing was going to go wrong. Maybe I’d actually get to enjoy myself for once before someone did something dumb. Most of the time, it’d be Marcus pulling his usual pranks. Sometimes, it’d be me trying to fix said pranks. Failing miserably too and needing Froy to clean up the mess. But there were times… that even Wes would cause problems. And as I saw him burying a body in the sand with its head sticking out, a plethora of questions flooded my sun-fried brain. He saw me and hollered. “Speak of the devil. Hey, Dory! Get over here and help me out.” “Wes, what are you doing? That body better be alive.” Without warning, the head flopped backwards, revealing a man’s grinning face, staring up at me. Straight out of a nightmare. “Hi, there! So you’re supposed to be Dorian, right? Wes told me SO much about you! Just now, actually. Wow. You’re smaller than I expected,” he said with a chipper tone and a lisp I recognized all too well. The guy’s smile was so painfully wide I was afraid his jaw would unhinge if he smiled any harder. “Hey, don’t be rude,” Wes said. “Don’t forget I could literally bury you alive right now if you don’t behave.” “Aw, don’t be such a killjoy. I was just havin’ a little fun, Wesley babe.” “I take it back. Maybe he would’ve been better off not alive,” I said. “Excuse me? The audacity of some people.” “So who is this annoying little cunt?” I asked. “He’s an old friend. Say ‘hi’, Sammy.” “‘Hi, Sammy’. How’s that?” the man said. “Could use a little vocal practice, but it’ll do,” Wes said. “Bitch, what? Excuse me?” “You’re excused.” “I am a professional singer! You’d better recognize my talent in the next few seconds or so help me, god…” As I was watching them bicker, I noticed that the necklace I made for Wes was nowhere on his person. Nor was it anywhere on the sand. “Wait, Wes, where’s the necklace I gave you? The one from the meteor,” I asked. He looked at me, confused with a raised brow. “Huh? What are you talking about, I’m weari—“ He looked down at his bare, muscled torso. “Oh, oh, oh no. Holy shit, where’d it go?” Sammy’s eyes widened as they darted between us. “Oh, how exciting! What’s this? Mayhaps it was a courtship necklace from a kindly sir?” “Shut up. Now’s not the time,” I said. “Where’d you see it last? Maybe we can retrace from there.” Wes sighed. “I, uh, I think Sammy and I were out swimming an hour ago in the water. Maybe it got lost in the ocean?” “Oh, fuck,” I said. “‘Oh, fuck’ is correct.” Sammy looked at us, confused. “Hey, what’s all this juicy tea y’all aren’t telling me about this necklace?” He pursed his lips, expecting an answer and fluttering his eyelashes. “It’s nothing, Sammy,” Wes said. “And it’s fine, Dor’. You can always make a new one when we get back. I don’t think anyone’s seen it either.” Sammy, in his limited mobility, whipped his golden hair to the side as he scowled at Wes. “What do you mean it’s ‘nothing‘? I thought we weren’t keeping secrets anymore, Wesley. Or did you already forget what you told me in college?” “How’d you even meet this guy, Wes? You’re nothing alike,” I said. “What? Can’t you see the family resemblance?” Sammy asked. “Aren’t we precious?” “We’re about as related as a duck and a strawberry,” Wes said. Sammy pouted. “Ugh. You’re no fun anymore.” “Lemme guess,” I said. “Were you two college boyfriends?” Trying not to laugh. Wes shut his eyes and massaged his forehead. “No, Dory—worse.” “Worse?!” Sammy exclaimed. “If you really wanna know, Sammy was my roommate for four years. My girlfriend back then, Olivia, the she-devil didn’t like me being around the fruity ‘gays’, so she gave me an ultimatum—to choose between her or Sammy.” “And as you can guess by Wes’ little cum nugget, he chose the cougar,” Sammy said. Wes sighed. “And then she chose someone else. And left me with Avery. Get the picture?” “Wow, what a bitch,” I said. “Right?! But it’s all okay now, ain’t that right, Wesley? She’s out of our lives and outta mind. That swollen cunt always told me I’d die of AIDS before I even broke four digits in my bank account. Now look at me, I’ve got this whole resort to myself!” Sammy said. “And no AIDS!” “Wait, you own this place?” I asked. “Oh, sorry, didn’t I tell you?” Wes asked. “Sammy owns the La Vida Resort. He actually has enough money to buy our whole company if he wanted.” “Aw, don’t flatter me, you tease! I’m letting you and your department stay here out of the goodness of my heart,” Sammy said. “And a substantial friendship discount,” Wes added. “85% to be exact.” Sammy giggled. His head flopped onto the sand as he stared up at me again. There was a glint in his eyes as his mile-wide smile creeped along his face. “So you got anything to say to this annoying little cunt, Dorian?” I gulped. “Is there a correct answer?” Sammy laughed with a high-pitched chortle. “It was a joke, stupid. You’re one of my good Judies now. I wouldn’t kick you out in a lifetime.” “A little concerning that you even thought about kicking me out, but okay.” Sammy winked at me before turning to face Wes. “So Wesley, why don’t you tell me more about this necklace? Why’s it so important, hm?” he asked. “Guess I really can’t fight your curiosity. It depends on how much you believe in science fiction,” Wes said. “Not one bit.” “That’s... a good start.” I sighed. “Well, uh, have you heard any meteors crashing into Earth recently? In the last two or three weeks, maybe?” Sammy shook his head, causing the surrounding sand to whip like a sprinkler. “Nuh-uh. Why? What’s this about a meteorite?” he asked. “It’s a long story,” Wes said. “Wesley babe, please. I’ve taken dicks longer than Shakespeare’s epics. I think I can handle it.” “If you’re sure,” Wes said. Then, he coughed. “Take it away, Dory.” And so, Wes and I narrated the events of the past few weeks to Sammy—from the meteor crash all the way to this morning. Considering how sci-fi wasn’t his thing, Sammy was surprisingly open-minded and full of questions. His suspension of disbelief was remarkable. To be honest, it felt like I finally got a few kilos off my chest to get the story out of me. At first, he didn’t really understand what the hell was going on or how, but eventually, he did accept it. When we got to the part about Wes, that was when I noticed he was particularly observant. He’d always ask questions like ‘how big he got’ or ‘did he ever suck anyone else but you’. I could tell he had some ulterior motives, but I let it slide. I was on vacation. Sammy finally knew everything. Almost. “I am definitely intrigued,” he said, “So what’s the point of having a necklace? What’s so special about it?” Sammy asked. “Is it some extraterrestrial fashion statement that the meteor tells you is in this season? Because let me tell you now that—“ “No, no, it’s nothing crazy,” I said. “It’s just that I made a necklace for him using a shard from the meteor and it keeps him... thinking normally. He literally burst out of his clothes right in front of me and he didn’t even notice!” “My memory is still pretty hazy,” Wes said. “You’d think someone like me would’ve noticed my clothes tearing apart mid-day when they fit just fine in the morning.” Sammy raised an eyebrow and stared at me. “So why is he back to being an Oompa Loompa? Why isn’t he a goliath? And do you have any pictures?” ”My intern drained him a few days ago. Just in time too, he was about to choke in his truck when we found him.” Sammy went silent, mumbling to himself. Wes and I glanced at one another, waiting for someone to say anything. Finally, the silence was broken. Who else than by Sammy. “Well, I’m sorry, I haven’t seen any necklaces or meteors around here. Now do me a favor and dig me out of here why don’t you.” “What, why?” I asked. Wes was furious. “Yeah, why?! I spent two hours burying you!” A sinister grin creeped along Sammy’s face. “I just wanna try something. With you, Wes.” “Oh, boy, don’t tell me this is what I think it is,” Wes said. Sammy smirked. “You know me too well.” “Wait, are you going to try and make Wes grow? I really suggest you don’t.“ His eyebrows furrowed. “Hey, no! You’re the ones who told me all about your science fiction, so at least let me see it happen for myself. It’s only fair.” Wes sighed, grabbing a small hand shovel and tossing it over to me. “Fine, fine. I’m sure there’s no harm in showing him, right?” “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yes, he’s sure,” Sammy said. “Now get me out of here. There’s sand where there shouldn’t be and holes I didn’t know existed… that, may I say, are also full of sand.” “Okay, okay!” “Just be quick so we can move this shindig indoors. There’s an unused beach house near here. We can have our little experiment in there.” Wes and I started digging him out from the sand. I crawled up in front of him where his head was dangerously near my crotch. Every so often, he would look up at me with his wide, dagger-like eyes and an eerily neutral expression. It seemed his ginger hair was red all the way through to his roots, a natural. As more and more sand was removed, his pale, lethargic body was slowly being uncovered from the neck down. When we finally dug deep enough, he pried his arms out from under him. They were way longer than I was expecting and a lot more sinewy. He struggled to pull himself out, so Wes and I grabbed his arms and helped. He was surprisingly light for someone in his 30’s. A good five minutes was spent freeing Sammy from the sand—the thought of it felt ridiculous. He was wearing a cream pair of capris and nothing else. When he stood up to his full height, I wasn’t expecting to be looking up so high. He must’ve been, eh, 6’3” or so, just slightly shorter than Froy. “Finally, I’m free! That was fun while it lasted, but half an hour down there is more than enough,” Sammy said. “I still remember when you used to stay down there for hours,” Wes said. Sammy laughed. “Yeah, well, we aren’t quite the young wildlings we used to be, are we? But we definitely can be again. I’ll just wash up in the ocean and be right back.” He ran off into the water and nearly doubled over as the waves crashed into him. It was like watching a stick insect swim against the current. I laughed. When he was far enough away, Wes patted me on the back. “So what do you think of him?” he asked. “I’ve never met anyone so flamboyantly gay before in my life, so he’s definitely something. To me, anyway. Loud as fuck too. It’s like he was born with a megaphone for a mouth.” “He’s definitely loud and proud. Do you think he’s cute?” Wes asked. “Sure, a little. Not my type, though.” “When you thought we were college boyfriends, you actually weren’t too far off. That’s pretty much how we were without the label.” “So you were having sex with two different people?” I asked. “Wes, you dog…” Wes nodded, grimacing. “Yup. But I gotta say, Sammy’s blowjobs were the best. Olivia’s were a bit… toothy.” “Then why’d you choose her? And how old even is she? I heard Sammy call her a cougar.” Wes laughed. “Don’t believe everything Sammy says. He’s a compulsive liar. She wasn’t that old. I was 16, and she was 19. She had a thing for south-east Asians, so I was easy prey.” “But isn’t that pedophilia? And fetishizing?” “You’d be surprised how little anyone really cared about that kinda thing back then. And it was… mostly consensual. Plus, maybe I kinda liked being fetishized.” He stared at me in shock at the utterance of those words. “Don’t tell anyone I said that. I’ll kill you.” “Sure. Understandable. Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret.” Wes smiled. “Aw? Remind me when we get back to raise your salary.” “Really?!” “No.” Sigh. When Sammy was finished, he shook in place like a wet dog and brushed his curly hair aside. Then, he plastered on his trademark Cheshire grin before walking over and leading us up the shore. “C’mon, ladies!” We arrived at the empty beach house, and Sammy made sure to lock the doors and close all the curtains. I guess he didn’t want anyone seeing what was about to happen. I supposed it’d ruin his career, but then again, it’s not like he needed to care anyway. He already had enough money to retire. I sat on the wicker couch and watched Sammy drag a chair to the center of the room. Wes stood by my side, watching silently and exchanging coy expressions with me for fun. I stayed mostly quiet for the duration. I didn’t want them to feel awkward by me being an active audience and clapping along. “There! Are you ready to go, Wesley babe?” Sammy asked, gracefully lowering himself onto the chair. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” Wes walked over to him and let Sammy hold him by the hips. “Oh, my god, we haven’t done this in years! It was always me doing the sucking,” Sammy said. “I still remember when we almost got caught in the janitor’s closet.” “It’s just like a science project again.” He sighed. “For science, I guess.” Sammy nodded. “Don’t worry. We won’t need to do this more than once anyway. I just hope you remember how much spunk my balls’ve got.” “Still? I thought you would’ve mellowed out by now. Or are you still the firehose you always were?” Wes asked, getting on his knees. Sammy unbuttoned his wet capris and tugged them downwards. “Oh, I am! In fact, I’d say I cum now more than I ever have before.” “Greaaaat.” Sammy tossed his capris aside and let his flaccid cock hang loose. It was a decent size, probably around 6”. It only looked small since Sammy was a pretty tall guy. Not to mention, he was thin as a rail. “You sound like you don’t want this. Can’t you show a little more enthusiasm or something?” Sammy asked. Wes smiled. “Sorry, I was thinking about something else. I’m ready.” He grabbed Sammy’s junk and gave it a tight squeeze. “You look like you haven’t aged a day… apart from the wrinkles and new freckles, of course.” Sammy started stroking his cock, hardening it in his hand. “That’s good,” he said, brushing his fingers through Wes’ wavy hair. “Now. Let’s make you big.” With a pull of Wes’ hair, Sammy shoved Wes right onto his crotch, cock in mouth. I watched in tense anticipation from afar as Wes sucked Sammy off. It was slow at first, but within seconds, Wes was picking up speed until he looked ready to devour Sammy whole. He dug his fingers into Sammy’s legs and grunted. Sammy leaned back and spread his legs even wider as Wes fully immersed himself, clutching onto whatever skin and bone he could find. They both started moaning as I watched Sammy start face-fucking Wes. After what felt like minutes of free porn, Sammy grabbed Wes’ head with both hands. He forced Wes all the way down against the base of his cock. It was time to climax. “FUCK!” Sammy yelled. From where I sat, audible gulps were echoing through the empty beach house. Sammy was groaning in his seat as Wes continued to swallow whatever he could get, down to the last drop. I hadn’t seen him so primal since the one time he sucked me off in his office. Even then, I didn’t even give him that much since I wasn’t much of a cum guy. Still grew lots though. Hearing him struggle to swallow Sammy’s entire load was a surreal experience because of how long it took. I could only imagine how much was there. How much he’d grow. When Wes finished, he slurped up whatever residue was left on Sammy’s cock. He pulled back and started masturbating on the floor, not saying a word. Sammy then got off the chair and got on all fours to finish the job without a moment’s hesitation. It was almost instantaneous. Wes let out a feral grunt as he came, shooting load after load into Sammy’s mouth. However, I noticed Sammy wasn’t swallowing any of it. In fact, he was holding it in his mouth, expanding his cheeks. At this point, Wes was exhausted. I could see him panting, struggling to catch his breath as he swallowed buckets of Sammy’s load and got a blowjob of his own. Sammy then got up and pulled Wes in for a kiss. In their making out, Sammy was transferring all of Wes’ cum into his mouth, letting him have yet another load in addition to Sammy’s. When they finished, Sammy licked up whatever spilled out of Wes’ mouth onto his bare, sun-kissed, light brown skin. I could tell this wasn’t the first time he’d done this, with how seamless he made it look. And I knew it wouldn’t be the last. Wes gasped for air before standing up, wheezing almost. He lost his footing for a bit, but managed to stabilize with Sammy’s help. Now on both their feet, they kissed one more time before I approached. The entire beach house now smelled of pungent cum. I remembered the last time Wes was anywhere near cum or even just the smell of it, he’d lose it. I could only imagine what was going through his head. Sammy buttoned up his capris and tidied his curly hair as he watched me walk towards them. He shot me a wide grin that looked plastered with icing. “How was it?” he asked. “Looked pretty hot, right?” “I plead the fifth.” Wes turned around to face me. I could see that his eyes were foggier than earlier, yet he smiled at me just the same. “God, that was a lot more than I was expecting,” he said, chuckling. He patted his stomach, and I could almost hear the cum swirling around inside. I placed a hand on his tight shoulder. “Are you okay, Wes?” I asked. He stretched his shoulders and popped his neck. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be? Is there something on my face?” Sammy huffed. “Yeah. Cum.” “Oh, right.” “It’s in your beard too—which, may I just say, looks SO good on you. Daddy is in this season,” Sammy said. “So how long does it normally take?” “It took around one minute when I did it,” I said. Sammy left Wes’ side and stood next to me. “Great. I’ll just stand right here. I wanna see all of it happen.” Wes was standing in the same spot oddly silently. His eyes darted between us as he formed a soft smile and gestured with his open palms. “So are you two just gonna stand there and wait for me to grow?” Wes asked, eyebrows arched. Sammy nodded. “Uh-uh. I want to see what you look like when you’re not the smallest guy in the room,” he said. “So how are you feeling?” As if on verbal cue, I noticed Wes slowly starting to inflate. Very minutely. He was only expanding wider at first as his current muscles started packing on the pounds. His shoulders were broadening, and his lats were pushing his arms further and further away from his torso. Wes shook his head. “To be honest, I couldn’t tell you. It feels like I’ve felt this before, but… I don’t remember when.” It was only when Wes’ muscles were visibly expanding that Sammy finally caught on. “Oh, my god! You really are growing!” Sammy exclaimed. Wes contorted his brows. “What do you mean? It’s working?” he asked. Sammy walked up to Wes and started feeling up his shoulders, letting his fingers stroke the veins that protruded from his growing arms. With every second that passed, Sammy’s bony fingers could hold less and less of Wes’ upper arms as his biceps and triceps seemed to swell with every breath, pushing out further with every pulse. It wasn’t long before Sammy’s hand could only hold half of the circumference of Wes’ inflating arms. It was at this point that Wes also started getting taller. I walked up to him, same as Sammy, and watched in awe as Wes stretched up to my eye level then was looking down on me in a matter of seconds. “Holy shit, you’re really growing now!” Sammy said with a grin stretched across his face. Wes continued growing upwards and outwards, now at a steady pace. He placed his hands on Sammy’s high shoulders as the top of his head crawled up from Sammy’s neck up to Sammy’s chin. “I don’t even notice!” Wes said. He shot up his arms and gave us his strongest double bicep pose. “Can you see me getting bigger? You can touch me if you want, just to see if it’s really happening.” Sammy happily obliged, standing behind Wes and stroking the thick muscles that protruded from Wes’ upper body. Wes was still growing, already far wider than Sammy and me. As I watched him inflate, memories of Wes growing out of control in the office flooded back into my head. But in that moment, I couldn’t care less. I stood in front of him, tilting my neck back to look him in the eyes. Even with his bicep pose stretching his torso outwards, his chest still continued to pump full of muscle. His pecs were starting to rise and expand outwards, inching closer and closer towards me, then higher and higher as he also continued growing in height. If I had to guess, he was probably 5’9“, and he didn’t look like he was done. Sammy was already having a hard time wrapping both his hands around his upper arms. And as his biceps and triceps continued to inflate, it didn’t look like it was going to get any easier. “Holy shit, this is amazing!” Sammy said. “I didn’t think he would get so big.” “I didn’t either. The last time, it took him I think three days to get this huge.” Wes popped his back as he adjusted his stance and only continued growing, albeit at a slower pace. “You’ve got to be joking. I’ve always been this big, you guys,” he said. “How tall are you now?” I asked. “Mmpf. Uh, 5’10”? ...And a half?” he said. Finally, it seemed like he wasn’t growing any taller. Sammy’s eyes grew wide. “Four and a half inches taller and, what, a hundred pounds of extra muscle now? Two hundred?” Soon I was eye-level with his nose, his mouth, then finally, his chin. It was no surprise at the rate he was growing that my entire shoulder width was already outgrown by Wes’ chest breadth alone. He’d always been the one whose muscles grew the largest out of the three, and now was no different. “Wait, no, I’m 5’11”,” Wes said. “Yeah, definitely 5’11”.” Sammy bent forward and wrapped his lithe arms around Wes’ underarms, letting his fingers crawl along the stretched-out skin. He couldn’t wrap his arms around Wes anymore, even with his height. “My god, you’re huge! I’ve never seen anyone so big before,” Sammy said, kissing Wes on the cheek and resting his head on the bulging delt. “Oh, now, you think I’m big. You always told me in college I was small!” “Wesley babe, are you kidding? Have you seen yourself in the mirror! You’re a fucking behemoth! How can you even move your arms?!” Wesley smiled and flexed a huge arm in Sammy’s eager face. “You mean like this? Of course I can still move around. I haven’t even started growing yet… right?” “Actually, I think you’re finally done,” I said. “This is… a lot more muscle than last time you were this height.” I looked down and saw that Wes’ once-fitting, skin-tight lycra swim shorts had been pulled all the way up to his groin. They looked like they shrunk in the wash. Wes’ lower body didn’t slack off when it came to growing, and his new muscled-up legs were proof, bigger than they were the last time he was 5’11”. It wasn’t farfetched to think that there was just as much muscle in his thighs alone as there was in my entire body. There was no way he was fitting into regular pants ever again. He might’ve even had as much muscle in his thick legs as Froy did, and he was way taller. It was a miracle his swimwear stayed on. It looked like his newly swollen bulge needed all the extra material, especially with how much it stood out as if he packed a whole pound of meat in his junk. If there was anything I could really love about Wes’ body, there was always a tight layer of chub that accentuated just how thick he really was. His abs got just a bit buried underneath a baby gut, but sometimes, less is more. Or in this case, Wes is more. At the rate he was constantly shifting body sizes, I was surprised that he was able to handle the whiplash. But I had to be honest, Wes at 5’11” was pretty hot. He’d grown well into his young beard, and with the muscle power of a hairless bear to match, Wes looked like a buff oversized CEO of his own company, ready to take on the world. Shirt size? XXXL, easy. Waist size? Probably 36” or 91cm. Sammy stood back and admired Wes from a foot away. “Now I gotta say… I’ve seen lots of big 5’11” guys, but you’re the biggest one I’ve ever seen!” he said. Wes laughed and started fidgeting around, causing his powerful arms and chest to press against one another in a war for space. He bit his lip as Sammy caught his eye. “Thanks, Sammy. I really love your compliments, you know that?” Sammy blushed. “Aww, stop it, you animal.” He tackled Wes into a hug, but Wes didn’t even seem to budge. “C’mon, hug me back!” Wes smiled and immediately pinned Sammy in what I could only describe as an agonizing bear hug. “You like that, my thin man?” Sammy cried out in pleasured pain as he winced and gasped for air. As much as he tried prying himself free of Wes’ hold, it didn’t look like Wes was budging. “Wes, Wes…! I can’t—breathe!” However, instead of one of Wes’ usual quips, he was dead silent. I looked at his face and saw his eyes had become foggy again. The asian blush started coloring his face a light pink hue as he almost seemed to get lost in an unprovoked ecstasy. Then, just when we thought he was done, the unthinkable happened. His growth resumed. He started growing again. This time, faster—and more powerful—than ever. He immediately shot up taller in mere seconds, closing the gap between him and Sammy. My eyes were already at his upper chest when it seemed to stop, just like with Sammy. All the while, his muscles kept up in speed, causing him to not lose any of the disproportionate size he had moments ago. In fact, even when he stopped growing taller, his muscles only continued to explode in girth. Sammy was beginning to get consumed in the cavity of Wes’ tremendously inflating pecs and arms. I fell onto my back as I watched Wes end his spontaneous growth spurt. My eyes traveled down his thick body to his legs which grew just as much as his torso. With the last few surges, his swim shorts finally gave way and fell apart, hanging as rags on his quickly hardening cock. It wasn’t as long as Froy’s, but it was definitely fatter by a wide margin. A few streams of light pre-cum spilled onto the floor as I watched. Wes then released Sammy and let him collapse on the ground in front of me, gasping for air, struggling to find the pace. If he had been wearing pearls, he would’ve been clutching them. Wes lost balance and stumbled backwards. With his most recent growth bomb, he had undoubtedly become a tank. Though the first bout of inflation gave him some extra pudge, there was more raw Herculean muscle that pumped his body to new proportions this time around. This caused the hidden cuts and striations along his muscles to emerge. His arms were unable to move around as much due to his enlarged lats blocking the way. They flared out, much like the rest of him did. When he finally caught his footing, he rubbed and shook his head. Then, as if nothing had happened, he smiled. “So what now? Did I grow yet?” he asked. I stood back up and marvelled in awe at the absolute unit my boss had turned into in a manner of minutes—seconds, even. It scared me just how much the thought of how easily he could suffocate me in his pecs aroused me. Would he ever be able to wear clothes again? Sammy, still on the floor, was coughing violently. “Oh, yeah. Yes, you fucking did, you dick.” Wes walked over to him, somehow only noticing just then that Sammy was on the ground. As he did, I swear the floorboards shook a little. Not as much as when Marcus sprinted out of the lobby, but he was close. He might’ve even had more muscle than Froy. “Whoa, hey, are you okay?” Wes asked, reaching out an enormous hand. Sammy took his help and was thrown up to his feet with ease. “Eugh, yeah, I’m fine. You two weren’t joking about the whole out-of-control thing. I can’t believe you almost crushed me! I know I told you it was a fantasy of mine to die in the arms of a god, but not so soon! And not in a beach house!” Wes planted his hands on Sammy’s shoulders and looked him in the eyes, with his fat cock still fully erect and resting on Sammy’s navel. “Hey, did I hurt you? You know I would never mean to hurt you, right?” As Sammy raised his head to answer, finally standing at full height, it was then that we both noticed. Wes was an inch taller than Sammy. And nearly triple as wide. “Oh, my god. You’re taller than me.” Sammy gasped. “I’m… not used to looking up. Especially not to you, Wes.” “What do you mean? I’ve always been 6’4” and a half. Isn’t that why you called me little in college? As a joke?” Wes asked without a sliver of irony. Sammy wasn’t uttering a word in his disbelief. “No, Wes,” I said. “You used to be 5’6”, an inch shorter than me, like, five minutes ago.” Wes snorted, laughing at me. “Pfft. Don’t lie to me, Dory. How could I have ever been as small as you?” “Because you grew! I thought we told you to believe us. Your memories are lying to you, Wes.” His smile faded away. “What, no, you can’t be serious. There’s no way I was ever so small. Just look at me! I’m way bigger than motherfucking Zeb Atlas!” “You really did grow, Wes. A lot. A whole fucking lot,” Sammy said. “Et tu, Sammy? I don’t get it, why are you guys lying to me? I thought we were supposed to show Sammy how I grow.” “You did grow! We aren’t lying to you, Wes. You drank Sammy’s and your own cum and became a goddamn gorilla in less than five minutes. We saw you!” I said. “What are you talking about now? If you keep this charade up, I’m going to dock your pay, Dor’. I haven’t even gotten a taste of Sammy’s cum yet, so stop lying.” “Oh, boy,” I said. “This is new.” Wes stared at both of us with such a palpable anger that I was afraid of what he would do with his new size. “You know what? Fuck it. The experiment probably wasn’t going to work anyway,” Wes said. “If you guys need me and are ready to talk like people I trust again, I’ll be in my room.” Wes shoved Sammy against me with such force that we both tumbled onto the ground. He stormed out of the beach house and left Sammy and I speechless. “Well… that went well,” I said. As I stood back up again, Sammy lay collapsed on the floor. He was clearly exhausted after everything that just happened. “You okay?” I asked. Sammy looked me in the eyes with his mouth ajar. “Bitch, do I look okay to you? I’m fucking K.O.’d, thanks for asking.” “Sorry about that. Wes doesn’t have anger issues, I promise.” “I think I know more about Wesley than you do, sweetie. Just go and enjoy the rest of your vacation or whatever. I’ll go check up on Wes. I’ll probably need to bring a few guards with tranquilizer guns just to be safe.” “Are you sure?” “Yes! Now get out of here and let me contemplate on my complex emotions. Wes squeezed the goddamn life out of me. Figuratively and literally—twice.” “Alright, if you say so. I’ll probably go to the pool, chill a bit. Feel free to drop by and say ‘hi’ if you want.” “Sure, Jan.” “It’s… Dory.” “Bitch, the fuck, just go already! Jeez!” And with that, I was gone. 27 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jujumusclelover717 Posted February 1, 2020 Share Posted February 1, 2020 This was great! Can’t wait for part B and many more after that!! Thank you. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MochiNii Posted February 2, 2020 Share Posted February 2, 2020 Me encantó, que bueno que la historia no fue abandonada :3 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
citizenies Posted February 2, 2020 Share Posted February 2, 2020 So hot Can't wait for the next chapters. Wonder if Froy will need to use his powers again on Wes 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dredlifter Posted February 2, 2020 Share Posted February 2, 2020 Such a great story. I'm really liking when Froy opens up a bit and embraces his size and shows his dominant side. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
spacevlad Posted February 2, 2020 Share Posted February 2, 2020 Oh wow, yes, another chapter of this great story! And FINALLY we get more Wes growth!! He's my favorite... hope he continues to grow obliviously more as he slurps up more and more cum 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aronymous Posted February 2, 2020 Share Posted February 2, 2020 Foolish naive Dory. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Namelessbutneednames Posted February 8, 2020 Share Posted February 8, 2020 Just discovered this story. It's like taking fresh air after all mindless erotic stories. Im not saying writing a mindless story is bad it's just i sometimes need stories like this 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gman34 Posted February 12, 2020 Share Posted February 12, 2020 Cannot wait for the next one! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Littlebro Posted February 13, 2020 Share Posted February 13, 2020 Like marcus so much lol does he real become a muscle giant!? sammy can steal marcus's muscles then marcus back to 5"11 and non stop growing, hope marcus will be a friendly giant! can't wait for the next one! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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