scarletic Posted April 9, 2021 Author Share Posted April 9, 2021 @dangerdanger Thank you so much for your comments and critiques! After re-reading everything, I do understand what you mean with Froy, and I'll definitely try and flesh him out more as an actual person when he re-appears in the upcoming parts (which are already in writing). I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far. I wish you the best on your writing as well. 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Littlebro Posted April 10, 2021 Share Posted April 10, 2021 Just before the lunch break ended, we heard a knock at the door. Our eyes met in confusion, not used to someone knocking before entering the pantry. We weren’t sure if it was a confused coworker or someone who’d gotten past the glass door by accident. The knocking disappeared but returned after a while. It was pissing me off a little bit, not knowing who it was that was ruining our perfectly peaceful paid free time. I thought it was wes OMG,Wes will grow again and Marcus will steal it Can't wait to see their growth!!! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post scarletic Posted April 16, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 16, 2021 Hey, everyone. I've got 2-4 more parts I'm planning to write, one already in progress, before going back on hiatus to work on other projects again. Once I make progress on those, I'll come back to continue this story. It's still far from over. For that, I apologize in advance; regardless, I hope you all enjoy. This one scene ended up taking my entire word quota and became its own part. As usual, all comments, suggestions, writing advice, and recommendations are welcome. PART 10 It was Thursday when Wes called me into his office, right after I finished my afternoon break. I didn’t know what for. But I wasn’t going to say no to an opportunity to get away from my ex-convict of a coworker. Jeremy was seated next to me and torturing me with every possible prison story cliché out of the books whenever he had the time—and at the speed he worked at, he always had the time. I wasn’t sure if it was just my paranoia or if he was genuinely so amiable that it was unnerving, but he was so peppy that it was hard to believe the man had been in prison for the last six or seven years. Plus, it’s not like I had a choice anyway. Wes was my friend, but he was still my boss, and if he called for me, I had to be there. The last time I was in his office was before we left for the retreat. I still remember the day Froy and I broke in to try and find him, only to have caught him on the way home, stranded in the middle of the forest. He was coiled up in his truck, unable to move, a hulking mountain of muscle that couldn’t even lift a finger. Back then, I didn’t think we’d ever get to the point where everyone was breaking the seven-foot mark. Yet, here we were. All three of them—Wes, Marcus, and Froy—had hit their highs. But, even with two of them being back to a more manageable size, I could feel the situation developing even when nothing was happening. It wouldn’t have been long until someone was out of control again. I could tell that much. Anyone would’ve. In fact, Froy was still out of control. No 20-year-olds, no matter how cute or handsome they were, had any natural reason to be seven-and-a-half feet tall with an immeasurable amount of muscle packed into such a slim frame. It was unrealistic, unfathomable. But c’est la vie, I supposed. At my size, there would’ve been nothing I could do to stop it. When I entered Wes’ office, he had the curtains pulled out, blocking out most of the light that came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He was standing at the edge behind his desk, overlooking the cityscape with his back turned to me, hands clasped above his waist. There was almost a menacing glow about him in the dim sunlight, like a spotlight that emphasized the way his body took up so much space. His broad shoulders and slanted lats looked wider and even bulkier in the illusory shade. He was so enticing, like a man who knew what he wanted. And, if his call was any indication, what he wanted was me. I closed the door silently behind me, working up a sweat just trying to get the old lock to click. “You called for me?” I asked. Wes glanced at me over his shoulder and grinned as he turned to welcome me inside, offering to guide me to a seat. “Dory! Good, you’re here.” It was strange, the way he accommodated me, as if I weren’t a friend—instead a guest of honor. The chair was surprisingly much more expansive than I remembered it being. My legs couldn’t even bend at the knee if I sat all the way back, the breadth of its fabric seat enough to fit two or three of me. I felt like a child sitting in his father’s office, watching a grown man endeavor to move his body without adjusting his undersized button-down or shifting the heft in his crotch. “Did you want to talk to me about something?” I asked. “Because I was thinking of discussing something with you too.” He dropped himself in his leather chair and echoed its groan as he jittered in his seat to get comfortable. His white button-down was struggling (and, dare I say, failing, gloriously) to contain his shoulders, enormous globes of muscle that tortured the seams holding his sleeves together. His chest also demanded quite the volume of fabric. The top three buttons had given way just to give his supple pecs enough breathing space, forcing the thin material to jut out and downward, revealing his smooth cleavage. Even then, it was still struggling, the fourth button already well on its way to freedom. There was an unease in his eyes that bore into mine. “Don’t worry, we can talk about what you wanted after I’m done.” He entwined his fingers and rested his elbows on the table, causing his thick upper arms to bunch up. “Is that alright with you?” “Sure thing. So what’s got you all hot and bothered to need little, old me?” Wes leaned back in his chair and raised an arm to push back his hair, revealing a widow’s peak hairline and a sizable grapefruit-shaped bicep jutting out from his arm. He winked at me, causing my nether to stir. “Well, first off, I’m glad you think I’m hot. It is pretty chilly in here.” Then his face went stern. “But I am bothered by something,” he said, mindlessly groping his right tit. “You see— the thing is— god, this is harder to word than I thought.” Part of me was distracted by the jiggle in his chest whenever he moved or breathed, but I caught enough. “Just tell me what it is you want. No need for explanations, Wes.” He nodded, sighing, straightening his posture, causing his chest and nipples to lunge at me. “Alright. So, it’s about the meteor. I— I know that the first one did something to my brain and made me forget things, but…” “But…?” He raised a meaty hand, showing me his palm. “I’m getting there. But, ever since I woke up after getting hit by that second meteor, I feel like… I just… remember everything. That make sense? It was like, I knew I had grown—the sensations all just came flooding back into me like I never forgot. It’s weird. It’s like, whatever it was that tampered with my mind just evolved. I don’t even know if that makes any sense. And, now, I don’t know what I’m saying, but… I think I want to try a little experiment with you.” Hearing those words caused my lungs to shrivel in terror, yet tinged with the faintest traces of excitement, pulling against my heartstrings like a hook. I didn’t know what he meant by ‘a little experiment.’ The last time someone experimented with Wes, we nearly got killed by a giant rock from space. Not that that was necessarily a bad thing, all things considered, but still. “What did you have in mind?” I hoped with all my gut that it had nothing to do with tic-tacs. Then, just to my luck, he pulled one out of a small container on his desk. Go figure. The sight of it sent chills down my spine, making me wonder what on Earth he had in store for me. And why the hell he still had any at all. “Do you remember what this is?” he asked, rolling it curiously between his index finger and thumb. I thought he’d used up the last of them. I didn’t think I’d ever see them again. But life had a funny way of turning things on my head. “Please tell me that’s a regular tic-tac.” He smiled, chewing his bottom lip excitedly. “If only it were.” His eyes turned to me, and he held it out for me to take. “Here. Why don’t you have it?” I tried waving my hands in protest. “Oh, no, I’ll pass—“ But his face went stone-cold, his gaze a red-hot knife against my buttered self. “I said take it, Dory.” He realized my arms were too short to reach him, so he stood up and walked over to me. As he loomed high above my vantage point, he appeared like a titan, blocking out the sun. Seated on my chair, I was eye-level with his belly of abs. He then took my hand and pried it open, forcing the pill onto my palm. The two of us stared at it momentarily, with me wondering what it was he wanted me to do with it. I got my answer the next time he spoke. “You’re a chemist, aren’t you?” And I was, but— “Why are you asking me that now?” I asked. Then, I realized why he’d given me the tic-tac. It didn’t take a PhD in rocket science to connect the dots. “Don’t tell me.” His sinister grin divided his face, staring down at me like a predator to its prey, a giant to its slave. “Looks like I didn’t even need to tell you. It should be easy for you, right?” He paused. “To make more of them?” “Well— yes, but why do you want more? I thought you just said you remember what happened while your brain was going cuckoo? Do you want to lose control again?” The big man sat on his desk in front of me and crossed his arms, making sure to spread his legs wide enough for me to get a front-row seat to his bulging crotch and horse-leg thighs. “That’s exactly why I want you to do this for me, Dory. I’ve got full control now. And,”—he raised both arms, painfully slow for emphasis, into a double bicep pose that formed a tear in his left sleeve—“I’m not going to lie, I did enjoy being the big guy for once around here.” He peered down at me, keeping his chin up to highlight our difference in size and status. “Really, really big.” The thought of Wes wanting to become a monster again didn’t just horrify me. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, to just pretend my feelings weren’t real, they were—and they aroused me. I loved seeing my best friends in the office become the hottest people on Earth overnight, but it was a fine line separating fantasy from disaster—and I wasn’t sure what would happen if I gave in to Wes’ demand. I’d watched enough sci-fi movies with Froy and Marcus to know that this wasn’t a good idea. “But haven’t you had enough growing for one lifetime already? You’re 5’11” and who-knows-how-many pounds of bulk. Your sporadic changes in size are even scaring Avery, you know.” “No— I don’t care what Avery thinks!” he yelled, paralyzing me and almost causing the glass walls to tremble. There was a pause in his breath as he shook his head, obviously realizing what he’d done. He gave himself a moment to cool off and fixed his hair. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.” I’d never seen him so angry before, not in all my years of working at the company, stood by his side no matter what he did or who got in trouble. For a moment, I feared for my life, knowing that all it would take to destroy me was a single punch from his gorilla hands. What was a guy like me supposed to do? “Please, Dory. I”—he shook his bowed head, fidgeting with his fingers on his crotch—“I need this. You of all people should know what it’s like, to be so small and looked down on your whole life. I didn’t know how much I was missing out on until I finally got a taste of it, you know? I actually felt whole for once. I’m meant to be a big man, Dory. And I know you’re going to help me.” He then reached for something from his desk, pulling out a slip of paper tucked between a mountain of other documents, and handed it to me. “Right?” I grabbed it with apprehensive hands and felt my eyes explode at what the slip read. It was a check, signed to me, offering a sum of $2,000, paid and cared for by Wes himself. “Wh—“ “I’m even paying you out of my pocket. I want you to do this for me.” He didn’t break eye contact with me, and I could see the sincerity behind his eyes, the desperation, the desire. “Just don’t ask me where I got the money.” Needless to say, I was speechless. I was aware of the dangers and the risks that came with someone growing out of control. Yet, there was Wes, offering me a chance of a lifetime, to let loose and be a little selfish. All I had to do was say yes. Say yes, and just forget about all the possible things that could go wrong by turning a blind eye to what I’d always thought was the right thing to do. Wes sighed, massaging the firm bicep in his left sleeve, digging into the hole in its fabric with a meaty finger. “Look, I know you need some time to process this.” Even with my eyes unfocused on the carpeted floor, I couldn’t help but let out a humorless chuckle. “You think?” “For now, why don’t I…”—again, he reached over his shoulder and grabbed the case of tic-tacs he’d taken one out of earlier, only to pull another one out and hold it between his fingers—“do you a little favor?” he asked, smirking. I raised my head, realizing I hadn’t been breathing for the past minute, and took a heavy gasp, staring at the little pill in his hands like it was the body of Christ. “What is that? You were hiding more of those little bastards?” He shot me another wink. “Of course. I was the best boy scout in the country once, you know. I’ve always got to be ready, right?” “Yeah, actually, I can think of a lot of times Marcus and I had to help your sorry ass.” Seemingly ignoring what I’d just said, he hopped off the desk and bent over to reach one swollen arm over my shoulder, resting it on the headrest behind me. Our faces were so painfully close; I could still smell the shaving cream in his trimmed beard. He then brought the other pill up to my face and hovered it between our noses as he smiled at me. “Now say ‘ah.’” Neither of us blinked as we peered into each other’s eyes like a bear trap waiting to be sprung. I could already feel mine drying and itching from the cold of his office. Yet, he didn’t break his focus, his face neutral yet filled with determined perseverance. I wasn’t getting away from him. There was no point in trying. “What for?” I asked. Wes chuckled. “We’ve been through this before, haven’t we?” He pressed the pill against my tight lips, not roughly, but sensually, begging for my consent. “You take this tic-tac, I give you a blowjob, I grow, and you get to watch it happen. No, we get to watch it happen. Think of it as an early birthday gift.” At first, I was confused. We? The last time this happened, he had no idea he was growing, oblivious to the most obvious changes in his body. But that was before I’d gotten him that necklace. It seemed to act like an inhibitor of sorts, something that neutralized whatever it was affecting his brain. But as my eyes traveled into his exposed cleavage, hovering dangerously close to my face, it became obvious to me why he said what he said. There was no meteor shard necklace hanging around his neck. He wasn’t lying. What it was in him really did evolve, and he was fully aware. He was, in his words, ‘in control’. “You’re not wearing the necklace?” I asked in a mumble, barely able to get the words out without the tic-tac sliding through my lips. He shook his head, his fixed stare even more eager, more bloodthirsty. “I told you. I’m in complete control.” Then, without my allowance, he pulled open my mouth with two enormous fingers and dropped the tic-tac down my throat. “There we go.” It was huge, heavier than I remembered, like a pebble sliding down my windpipe, no thanks to my smaller size. After two gulps, it plunged into my stomach, already beginning to bubble and take effect. The potency was worse, triggering a more visceral reaction in my balls. The pill-to-body ratio was way off from last time, and it was causing a ravenous stir in my underwear, like a more intense viagra that caused my junk to swell for a moment, ready to unleash a torrent of spunk against my will. “Are you feeling it now?” I heard him ask. There was a redness in my face I hadn’t felt last time, like a heat flash that made my cheeks feel tight, making it hard to focus. As I opened my eyes, Wes’ clean face was sweating as well. His fingers were trembling as they unbuttoned another few buttons on his button-down, leaving only the barest couple holding him together. Unraveling was the best word I could use to describe what was happening to him, no more than a foot in front of me. It was getting the best of me, trying everything in my power to contain what was begging to be released as it slowly creeped up my shaft. Wes then bent down on one knee and started pulling off my pants. He practically tore off my belt with the flick of a wrist, undoing my entire bottoms in one swift pull. In a second, I was left exposed and bare on the fabric seat, my ass and swollen junk at the mercy of the elements—at the mercy of Wes. He eyed my swelling cock with an unbridled passion on his face that I hadn’t seen since he got promoted a few months ago. His tongue whipped across his lips at lightning speed, ready to devour what I had to offer. It scared me, a little. His face, his mouth, was so much bigger than me, than my member. At my normal height, five inches wouldn’t’ve been bad. But at 2’9”, it had shrunk proportionally as well, easily no more than my old pinky finger. If his teeth were even the slightest bit out of position, he might’ve bitten off more than he could chew. But as his face began to descend on me, I think he noticed the same thing. There was pause in his body for a brief moment, looking up to meet my stare, the first time in a long time he’d ever had to raise his eyes to see me. “Look, this isn’t going to work. You’re way too small.” He then propped himself up, using the seat as an anchor, and stood up to his full height, clearly enjoying the way he could make me feel tiny. “I’ve got an idea.” By this time, the stirring in my crotch was beginning to ache. I was struggling to hold it in, not wanting to make a mess in Wes’ office and potentially have to take another damn pill just to please him. The shaft had turned a bright red, painfully swollen. It was an assault on the head of my cock. If I so much as touched its over-sensitive flesh, I might’ve unloaded on the spot, and I knew he would’ve sopped it up like a dog if I did. Without warning, he bent over and wrapped his thick hands around my torso in a vice-like grip. For a moment, I feared for the worst. His fingers were digging into my ribs, and my balls were on the verge of exploding. One wrong move and I was done for. Wes lifted me up, launching me into the sky like a baby, and instinctively threw my legs around his bull-thick neck, letting me hold onto his soft, black head of hair, with my cock at full-mast pointed straight at his mouth. It hurt to spread my legs so far, but his neck was so painfully muscled that I didn’t have a choice but to learn how to split. I felt like a doll, sitting so high up from the ground. The eight-foot ceiling was a single reach of my arm away. If he dropped me, I would’ve broken more than just my pride. He knew it too, and I could see the way he looked at me like I was some delicate thing, fully in his control, something made to be his. He gave his fat lips a quick lick and grinned, baring all his teeth for me to see. “There we go. Now”—he pushed my back closer to his open mouth with a firm hand—”it’s about time you stopped edging, don’t you think?” I couldn’t react. His tongue wrapped itself around my diminished cock, and my body lost all motor control. I let go. It was an orgasm like I’d never had before, the pill forcing my sexual nerves into overdrive, my balls chugging out a year’s worth of cum like a geyser. My arms and head went limp as Wes’ mouth served as a vacuum that sucked every last drop that came out of me. I had no way of knowing if it was as much as I’d given him last time, but it certainly felt like it was way more than what he needed. He was still fully clothed, for god’s sake. The man wanted to tear through his clothes again. He wanted to see it, feel every surging moment of it. The bout lasted longer than I ever thought it could. I was a fool for underestimating what an unstudied pill with an unregulated chemical reaction could do in a (shrunken) man’s body, but I was about to witness something that both filled me with fear and unadulterated lust. When it finally ended, my entire body felt marathon-drained. I was struggling to hold my head up just to see him smiling so deceptively guileless at me. His mouth let out a pop as he released my softening cock, resting it on his Adam’s apple. “How do you always manage to taste so good?” he asked, licking off the few drops on his lips with his fat tongue. My thoughts were replaced with a fog that refused to lift, exhausted and drained of all my energy. I didn’t answer him; my breathing had turned mechanical. I was on the cusp of passing out when he let out a sigh. With heavy eyes, I looked at him. He was staring back at me, his wide-toothed grin so visible against his faint beard and delicious mocha skin. Every gust of wind that came from his nose enveloped me in a sort of warm I hadn’t felt since winter. Seeing his face so close to mine, magnified for me, like a giant’s, I was beginning to understand what he meant. When he was smaller, even shorter than my old height, no one paid much attention to him. Now, with everything that he’s gained, lost, and gained again, his appeal was exploding exponentially. Soon, it would’ve been impossible not to pay attention to him. Maybe he was right. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he let loose. Marcus was young and impulsive, and Froy was even more of a child with too much power—but Wes? Sure, he lost control once. But things were different now. And, soon, he was about to grow all over again. My doll-like fingers played with his groomed hair as I waited for him to put me back down on the chair. I wanted a comfortable seat, to watch his enlargement in 4K resolution. “So, are you going to put me back down or what?” I asked, smiling, chuckling, nervously. His cheeky expression didn’t change. “Why would you want me to put you down?” He then bounced in place, readjusting both his clothes and my seat on his shoulders, standing as tall and proud as he could. “This is the best seat in the house.” I couldn’t open my mouth to question him in time. It was an erotic vibration that seemed to surge through him, tremoring underneath his skin, in his muscles. His skin warmed up ever so slightly, unnoticeable from anywhere but the source. I could see him smile. He knew what was coming—and so did I. “Ah,” he moaned, shutting his eyes in ecstasy. “You’d better hold on tight.” I pulled myself even closer to his burgeoning neck, swollen with muscle and pumped blood vessels, and wrapped my arms around his head. He lowered his arms to a 45-degree at his side, and in the very next moment, as if it were an earthquake breaking through the crust, he began to grow. It was subtle, but to me—and to him—it was blindingly evident. Like a heated balloon, I could feel the traps and delts around his neck rise higher, pulling my legs even further apart as we both increased the distance between our eyes and the floor. His already severe muscles continued to inflate, distending every striation of beef to new dimensions. I did not know how tall he was, but despite the limited height increase, I could tell even from my tight vantage point that his new breadth was easily dwarfing most bodybuilders at the local gym. And still, his shoulders continued to convulse, his neck thicken, and his pecs—already so menacing at their size—further pushed away from his ribcage, acting as almost a seat for me. I could hear the tears in the fabric from his button-down. It was in his shoulders, his upper arms, the cuffs on his forearms. Everything was tearing apart. With a quick motion, Wes guffawed and tore off his sleeves from the shoulders, no longer holding onto me, leaving him in an undersized tank top that was already breaking apart at his midsection. Most of his pecs were already exposed to the cold office air, and so were his shoulders, each bigger than my head. “Damn it, why don’t these pants stretch enough?” Down below, though I couldn’t see, I could also hear the tearing off his slacks, chafing around his redwood legs. And I swear I heard the zipper pop off. There wasn’t much of a height change, but the amount of sheer muscle that layered itself onto his width was near-impossible to fathom. He made himself from five minutes ago look weak. The fat that was on his body did not change. Instead, the soft layer was steadily overwhelmed by the raw, boulder-like muscle that continued to stretch his skin to its maximum. There was still enough of it to cushion his muscles, to make him appear softer to the touch, wider at the base, yet every inch of him felt granite-solid despite the mild jiggle. It was the dad bod to trump all dad bods. Yet, I could see the hunger in his eyes; I knew he would want more. And it was soon. When it finally ended, I was sitting comfortably on the bed of his pecs, my hands still wrapped around his neck, covered in sweat. I did not want to let go. I was afraid to witness the changes, to see the damages. Yet, my hard-on was aching for more. “Fuuuck,” he said, prolonging the syllable, groaning with a sexy raspiness that made my balls twitch. “That felt even better than I remember.” “I don’t even think I came that much. Not as much as last time, at least,” I said, gathering my thoughts as fast as I could. Wes grinned and chuckled in my face. “You aren’t wrong. What you just fed me was a drop compared to what you gave me last time. But still, you can’t deny it worked wonders.” A drop? “Maybe it’s a good thing I shrunk then. I’m starting to think you’re growing more and more every time you do this. It’s always a huge change compared to when you do it yourself.” “Yeah, well”—he wrapped his newly swollen hands around me, bigger and harder than I remembered, and picked me up, holding me in the air like a baby—“when we find a way to bring you back to normal size, I’m making you my honorary assistant.” He lowered me back to the ground where I was finally able to survey the remains. Most of his clothes had been torn off—some from the growth, most from Wes doing it himself. His pants had been turned into skin-tight shorts that barely covered half his deep-cut thighs. The cannonball-loaded briefs that accentuated his bulbous cock were hanging out from his zipper, which did break like I’d heard. And his button-down was a sorry sight. Its sleeves were ripped off, leaving his curvaceous arms exposed. Only the bottom two buttons were left, barely able to keep his new vest together; yet, one deep inhale and they would’ve popped off like bullets. His pecs, abs, lats, delts, traps—all of it looked overloaded with muscle. A chest like his put some women’s tits to shame, and atop the vascular pyramid of muscle leading up to his neck was his handsome face, looming menacingly down at me on the ground. That bearded smile of his haunted me. He spread his legs apart and slowly exploded his arms into an insane double bi, totally unprovoked. Every button on his shirt finally broke off, leaving him in a torn-up vest that hung loosely from his torso like drapes, making me wonder if I was staring at a man or a monument. He even moaned, stimulated by his own growth, his own immensity. “So this is why Marcus liked being so big.” I gulped, unsure of what to say. All I could do was examine every inch of his enhanced form from where I stood on the ground. He was way over twice my height now. And it looked like he wanted to check, seeing the way my eyes kept darting from his face to his legs. “Oh, I like what you’re thinking.” He stomped over to his desk and pulled open a drawer, nearly ripping it off its hinges by accident. After some scavenging, he pulled out what looked like a tape measure. What came next needed no explanation. Wes approached me again and picked me up, handing me the tape measure. Together, we measured his new height. “6’2”,” I said. “Three inches taller. X hundred pounds heavier.” “That’s a good start.” He nodded approvingly and set me back down, putting away the tape measure. “So you won’t have any problem recreating more of those pills, right?” he asked, collapsing himself onto his leather chair. The added bulk nearly caused it to buckle and shatter, but by sheer miracle, it held on albeit barely. In the dim light coming in through the curtains, the curvature of his muscles looked even bigger. I replied with a nod. “But are you sure this isn’t enough?” Before replying, he pulled out the meteor shard necklace I’d given him and put it back on, struggling to fit it around his engorged neck. “Don’t deny me this, Dorian. I want this. And I know, judging by the way you let me have my way with you, that you want this for me too. You want”—he waved with both his hands, gesturing towards his expansive torso—“all of this. Marcus may have been big, but he’s a meathead. Plus, he’s straight. Me? We can have some fun, you and I.” “But you have a wife.” He bounced an eyebrow and flexed an enormous arm, the bicep alone easily as large—if not bigger—than an American football, tucked under his skin. “She doesn’t need to know. Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time I chose a man over a woman.” At that moment, my attention was pulled by a knock at the door. I was suddenly overly aware of where I was: my boss’ office, staring at his great semi-nude form, with my pants still on the floor. The cold air blasting in through the vent above me was a harsh taste of winter. “Hey, you alright in there?” Marcus had asked. He was standing outside, I could see his silhouette over my shoulder, through the frosted glass. Wes hoisted himself back up to his feet and snickered. “You should probably put some pants on,” he said quietly, pointing at me. “Coming!” he yelled. I begged him to shush with a finger to my mouth and hopped off the chair, scrambling to put my underwear and pants back on before Wes could make it to the door. Thankfully, I made it in time. I put my shoes back on and hid behind Wes, hoping Marcus wouldn’t see me. As Wes opened the door, I peeked from underneath his crotch and saw Marcus standing outside, holding a folder of freshly-printed documents. His face seemed trained on something else in the distance, but it wasn’t long until he turned to witness Wes in all his new majesty. My heart stopped, seeing Marcus’ eyes bug out of his skull. His mouth went slack as he froze in place, taking a step back, to fully absorb what he was seeing before him. “Oh, holy hell, man. Wh— what happened to you?!” he cried out. “Your clothes! Your muscles!” I couldn’t see Wes’ face from where I was, but I could tell he wasn’t worried about what came out of their mouths, what people heard. He was likely smirking, raising an eyebrow too. “Do I need to explain everything to you, Marcus? What do you think happened? I got baptized in the River Jordan?” Marcus’ face went ghastly pale as he stuttered, struggling to find the words in his stupor. “Y— you’re growing again?” he asked, barely audible from where I was. “But it’s been almost two weeks, I… why aren’t I growing too?” His chest sunk into a depression as his shoulders fell flat, shrinking himself in Wes’ magnified presence. “The thing is, Marcus, my body works on conditions. It grows when those conditions are met. You, on the other hand, used to grow whenever and wherever without any limit. Maybe that second meteor changed you too. Now you won’t grow until you know what those conditions are,” Wes said, surprisingly convincingly. Both of us knew what he said was a lie—a big, fat one. I could still see the meteor shard necklace hanging loosely on Marcus’ neck. I knew Wes saw it too. He knew as well as I did that it was for the better for now that Marcus’ growth was under control. Hearing Wes say those words crushed Marcus’ spirit, and he handed over the papers with limp hands. “I… I see. Well, man, I guess… good for you, huh?” The hollow smile on Marcus’ face, barely inciting a reaction from his cheeks, was sobering. It felt wrong to break him like that. Out of all of us, he was the one who wanted to grow the most. I even remembered him standing still in the second meteor’s crash zone, wanting it more than anything. If it weren’t for Avery, I would’ve been caught in it too. “Guess I’ll just have to renew that gym membership for next month. I’ve got a lot to catch up on.” Wes’ likely noticed the sadness and lowered his own volume, letting his raspy voice boom in the silent office, even at a conversational setting. He took the folder from Marcus and sighed. “I suppose you do. Until then, guess I’m finally good enough for you to respect me in the office, huh?” Marcus turned away. “Ouch. Low blow, Wes.” He paused. “I’ve always respected you. You and Dory most of all,” he said, “I— I’ll have Dory order you some new clothes. You can’t go home looking like that.” He left without another word, not even waiting to let Wes make his final remarks. Not even to let him say goodbye. When Marcus returned to his cubicle in defeated silence, Wes promptly closed the door to his office, careful not to slam it and make a scene. He stepped back, letting me pass through the space between his legs. My hair grazed the underside of his crotch as he did. “Did… did I say something wrong?” he asked, looking down at me, his eyes barely making it over his round pecs. I got up to my feet and brushed myself clean. “I don’t know. I’m a chemist in HR, not a mind-reader.” But I did know how Marcus felt. Whether or not it was because of Wes or his own lack of growth, I couldn’t tell. I wished I could’ve. “I’ll figure something out. Not today or tomorrow. Over the weekend, maybe. While I work on reverse engineering Marcus’ tic-tacs.” I grabbed the handle to the door and looked back at Wes one last time, admiring his incredible new bulk. “Are we done here?” Wes didn’t smile, only nod. “I guess we are.” “Is this going to be a weekly thing? Are you going to be offering blowjobs to every guy that comes in here?” Wes turned his back to me and headed back to his desk, strangely dejected—an unusual sight for someone so huge. “You know I don’t work that way.” He sighed, leaning over his desk, staring at the folder Marcus handed to him. “I don’t even know if I know,” he muttered. I twisted the door handle as quietly as I could, careful not to let Marcus or anyone else see me coming out. “You won’t be having a repeat of what happened a couple weeks ago, will you? No non-stop dining on your own man juice?” “Aye-aye, sir. Just— go. Go back to work already. Don’t make me stoop to a last-name basis. And don’t forget to reserve the restaurant for my birthday celebration next Friday. I don’t want a repeat of last year.” With a nod, I snuck out of Wes’ office, leaving him to his own devices. No one was around to see me leave, and I made it back to my desk without a hitch. I didn’t even bother checking up on Marcus. He was likely in no mood to talk, not after discovering Wes could still grow at will. And he couldn’t. It was all that was on my mind for the walk back to my station, left unattended for far too long. Back at my desk, I was hit by a nagging realization of my own. It was only when I saw Jeremy hyper-fixated on his desktop, his neck craning forward uncomfortably in his focus, did I remember why it was I wanted to talk with Wes at all in the first place. Why the hell did Wes hire him? I couldn’t help but groan. It would have to wait till Monday. 30 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vinx84 Posted April 16, 2021 Share Posted April 16, 2021 Thx a lot. This story is a masterpiece 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
swolegoal41 Posted April 16, 2021 Share Posted April 16, 2021 This story just gets better and better. Can't wait for Marcus to grow! 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maxum Posted April 16, 2021 Share Posted April 16, 2021 Very nice. The story had gotten a little rangy at the resort, but it’s in a great place now. (I’ll have to go back and reread the resort portion in light of this update —I’ll prolly like it more in retrospect.) Thanks for the excellent story. -M 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ploder4 Posted April 17, 2021 Share Posted April 17, 2021 I wonder if Froy is still growing? 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
spacevlad Posted April 17, 2021 Share Posted April 17, 2021 Wow, chapter 10 is probably my favorite of the whole series. Wes being in control and knowing what he wants and how to control things is so, so hot. The size disparity of this scene was great and Wes’s build is perfect. So excited for him to get bigger and bigger 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MadMutter Posted May 1, 2021 Share Posted May 1, 2021 Wow... Just wow. I finally got the time to read the recent two chapters. As I mentioned before, this story is my all-time fav. I am so happy that you've picked it up again. And thanks for the heads up of your plans and that we can expect this to be paused again for a while in a couple chapters. My objective review: This rocks, It's intense, still super engaging, spicy, and always leaves you aching for more. Wanting to know and experience more of this Story's world and characters. You got some super hot and steaming growth in thos recent one and My personal and very subjective review (Note: I am not trying to tell you how to write your story, I just need to share what I feel when reading this.): I have to say, that I am in full honesty starting to really feel miserable for Dory. I usually root for the main character and for all these years and chapters I have deep inside been hoping for dory to finally grow too. So before the events of the resort bar I have already been feeling bad for Dorian. But NOW, I feel physically uncomfortable when reading Haha! You really did a great job there, I have never felt such a strong empathy for a written fictional character. On the downside the recent two chapters had an incredibly sad undertone for me personally. Even the exciting growth was very much dulled down by how uncomfortable I personally feel with the situation of everyone having my mental equivalent of utter heaven and Dory getting even worse and worse and worse. Emotionally, physically and socially. I hate how he sometimes becomes the plaything of all his friends and basically gets used (and abused) throughout the whole thing. And he's fine with it. he goes back to all the people that hurt him the most and asks for more. My god, he's such a broken soul and I love him as a character. His friends are loving and caring, but also tend to look down on him and take advantage of him. But not because they are bad people, but because he provokes that. I WISH he'll get his time to shine. I WISH for him to experience power. I am aching for that moment to maybe eventually come and until then will He has no concept of it and yet refuses it because of uncertainty and worry. It's easy to reject power when you never knew how it feels like to be socially in charge or to be physically overpowering. If it happens I doubt it will be of his own choice, but man I can imagine Dory experiencing a whole new world of emotions and a new side of him if he ever gets to grow. His perspective would not just shift physically, but mentally as well. AND I am dying to read how the people around him would react. Like for example (and this is just a personal little mind game) Dory starts growing for whatever reason and Marcus doesn't. That'd reveal Markus' true colors. Anyway, that was just a report of my personal experience with this story so far. I hope it's interesting to read how someone else emotionally experiences your fantastic writing. You write whatever you want to write and I know that it will be fantastic. Your story has changed my view on storytelling and fetish writing in general. I am incredibly thankful for your work~ 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Littlebro Posted May 1, 2021 Share Posted May 1, 2021 Marcus clothes ripping growth x 1000!!!!! Marcus wants to growth and taste dory's cum 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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