A Growing Concern
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Ch 15
Some time passed before he recovered conscience. It must have been only a couple of minutes, but he was aware of falling asleep. His eyes were still closed, but the sensation he had experienced had left him satisfied beyond anything he had felt before. He felt a bit tired but, he concluded, an expenditure of his energy for the recent growth had to take its toll. Slowly raising his arm, he reached for his cock. He felt the smooth surface of his vein-ridden member and tried to encircle it with his hand. Not being able to do so gave him a renewed surge of energy, pumping up blood to the monster. His fingers were pushed aside even further; even with his eyes closed, he imagined his penis slowly expanding and beginning to drool; reality complied, letting him feel the weight of it crawling up his abdomen, leaving a slimy trail on him, trying to reach his pecs inch by inch.
“Stud, you are a piece of work.”
Kurt opened his eyes lazily, as if waking up. He followed the source of the voice and saw naked Dana walking slowly to him. The bouncing motion increased the heartbeats and hence, the arousal. She got closer and ran a finger over Kurt’s member, provoking a twitch from the still expanding member.
“I don’t remember anyone who’s ever gotten this big, and for so long. It should have shrunk by now, and the skin on it shouldn’t be as taut as it is. It’s almost as if your cock really grew and, from what I’m touching… it appears to be the case.”
“Yeah, it’s… it’s really strange, isn’t it? I mean, my skin must be really stretchy to…”
“Cut it, Kurt,” interrupted Dana while she placed herself on top of him. Her sex was moist and it was lubricating Kurt’s balls and the base of his snake. She licked her lips and stroked him to fill his penis quicker. In a matter of seconds, the already big member had reached an obscene size.
Dana was pinning him, making Kurt stay laying on the bed, from where he could clearly see the huge slit his penis now sported, resting between the base of his chest; beyond that, the thick body that comprised his cock, pulsing a bit more and showing of its veins.
“This,” and she hefted the meat stick with one hand, lifting it up with exaggerated effort, “is by no means ‘normal’. Care to explain?”
“I… uhm…,” stuttered Kurt, all the while averting his eyes from Dana’s, “I don’t really know. I mean, I can’t really explain it… I…”
“I knew you weren’t this size… well, the size you were a couple of hours ago, when we met. I would’ve sensed you a mile away.”
“To be fair, I was pretty big by then. The added inches were a plus for this session,” smiled Kurt, feeling himself and letting his hand travel to her thighs.
Dana arched an eyebrow and moved a bit, her lower lips kissing his shaft. She let herself fall on top of him, her hands resting on each of Kurt’pecs, cushioning her descent until she was resting completely on top of him. Her breasts were squished between both, and they in turn engulfed the upper part of his penis.
“You know, I think you wouldn’t fit in the vacuum pump now,” she affirmed, pushing her arms together to squeeze her tits and Kurt’s cock head “do you think you could keep growing if we found a bigger pump?”
The question had an immediate effect on both: his penis reacted by trying to lift her. Dana, reacted by pressing herself closer to him, making her body press even more against all of him.
“My, do you like the thought of that, stud?” Dana giggled.
“I don’t even what size I am anymore, but… doesn’t every man want to be a bit bigger?”
“A bit? Honey, ‘a bit’ more and you’ll be making horses envious. But, that is an interesting question. Let’s find out how you measure up.”
Dana straightened, reaching for a measuring tape she had left nearby; her bottom still on top of Kurt, preventing his dick to be free from her weight, but allowing it to stand up a bit. She bit her lips in anticipation, positioning herself in such way that she could start measuring him.
Kurt tried to straighten too, but Dana’s hand was quicker, pushing him back to the bed. With her hand, she playfully gestured a no sign; he followed her order, grinning and letting out a fake sigh.
In sensuous movements, all the while caressing him, she placed the tape measure on his dick’s base.
“First, your length. To know how much you’ll fill me.”
Unrolling the tape ceremoniously, inches came and went.
“2… 3… 4…,” she counted in a husky voice “10… 11… 12… and ¼!”
Kurt, still resting, gulped.
“And now for your girth. To know how much you’ll stretch me.”
She ran her hand over his cock, as if giving him a hand job. Of course, her fingers didn’t meet, but Dana found what she was looking for after a moment. Placing the tape under Kurt’s dick, she used it as a rope to pull it at a certain part of the shaft. Then, she alternatively pulled it on the right and left, creating friction. Kurt was enjoying the show from his position. After that, she joined the tape.
“1/4 shy of 9 inches!”, she declared.
“Fuck,” exclaimed Kurt under his breath.
Dana threw the tape across the room. She regained her previous position on top of Kurt. This time, she was more directly position over his penis, so her breasts engulfed the shaft almost doing the same to the head.
“You’re soooo big, Kurt,” and she closed her legs in a vice, rubbing her femininity and her breasts on as much of his cock as she could “. Now, loverboy, if you have some sort of ancient aphrodisiac or new drug that has… hmmm… gotten you this big, I understand why you wouldn’t want it to go public. You want to be the unquestioned Alpha, right? The biggest one around. I respect that. I WANT that.”
Her movements had only increased. She was getting aroused at the thought of an even bigger Kurt. A Kurt that could be hers. Dana hungrily kissed what part of him she had at hand, never letting her grip loose from the fuck meat.
“I want you to be bigger, Kurt. Get bigger for me!”
Kurt’s loins had endured so far, but they demanded release. He surprised even himself, as his cock slowly rose with Dana on top of it.
“Damn!”, she marveled, never letting go or stopping.
Even if it wasn’t much that had lifted her, the feat was one to behold. The contact of flesh on as much of his penis as was possible sent him into frenzy.
He pumped the air, moving his hips rhythmically. His climax arrived when she began licking his urethra. Part of her tongue managed to pierce it, and her teeth gently touched the rest of the darkened head. In moments, his balls clenched; Kurt growled almost savagely, and the seed he spewed hit Dana’s throat with such speed and quantity, that she threw her head back. Every drop that was still in her mouth, she greedily drank. And as soon as she could, she went for seconds, drinking a couple of mouthfuls of Kurt’s cum. Her orgasm was a slow and steady one that multiplied itself during the experience. By the time Kurt had shot his first load, she had already come twice.
Dana let go of his cock. It softened, but not much. In less than a minute, it stiffened again thanks to both of them enticing it to raise itself once more. Her eyes were filled with lust, and she wanted to really try her new toy out.
“Now let’s ride you, you beast,” she muttered.
“It’s not completely hard yet,” Kurt warned.
“I know, I want to feel you expanding in me.”
Standing up on the bed, she massaged her labia, opening it and letting Kurt see it in all its glory. Kurt could feel himself slowly hardening, but he held his cock so Dana could stick it without problems. She lowered herself slowly, letting her insides accommodate Kurt’s massiveness. It stretched her in a way she had never imagined a man could. At first it was difficult, but inch by inch she took him, the squats she was so fond of doing, paying off. He was ecstatic of feeling a woman again. He relished in the sensation of his cock being hugged by a pussy, especially when his dick kept on growing inside of her, filling itself with blood, stretching her even more.
“Are you OK?” asked a worried Kurt.
“Such a sweet pain,” she whispered.
Having taken 6 inches, she rotated, moving her feet one after the other, feeling every part of him; in turn, Kurt feeling every part of her. He could clearly see how her labia were being set more and more apart with each second, as this had finally made him harden to his full size.
“Ungh!” grunted Dana “Fuckfuckfuckfuck!”
And she kept lowering herself until she could take no more. Four inches were still out, and Kurt reached for them to try to enclose them with his hands. Pumping himself even further; touching Dana’s clit while doing so, brought her to an orgasm the likes of which she had never felt: she came, flooding his cock and letting her cum flow freely over Kurt; with this, he also climaxed, filling her, making her belly bulge by the amount of semen reaching her. He used the mixture of both fluids as a lubricant for his exposed shaft and balls. Her trembling legs almost failed her, but she had enough strength to dismount him. With a loud pop, she let Kurt’s cock head out of her, both still cumming. The both lay there for a couple of minutes, too enraptured in their own Nirvana to say or do anything else.
“That was fucking great,” declared Kurt.
“No, that was great fucking,” smiled Dana.
Some time passed before he recovered conscience. It must have been only a couple of minutes, but he was aware of falling asleep. His eyes were still closed, but the sensation he had experienced had left him satisfied beyond anything he had felt before. He felt a bit tired but, he concluded, an expenditure of his energy for the recent growth had to take its toll. Slowly raising his arm, he reached for his cock. He felt the smooth surface of his vein-ridden member and tried to encircle it with his hand. Not being able to do so gave him a renewed surge of energy, pumping up blood to the monster. His fingers were pushed aside even further; even with his eyes closed, he imagined his penis slowly expanding and beginning to drool; reality complied, letting him feel the weight of it crawling up his abdomen, leaving a slimy trail on him, trying to reach his pecs inch by inch.
“Stud, you are a piece of work.”
Kurt opened his eyes lazily, as if waking up. He followed the source of the voice and saw naked Dana walking slowly to him. The bouncing motion increased the heartbeats and hence, the arousal. She got closer and ran a finger over Kurt’s member, provoking a twitch from the still expanding member.
“I don’t remember anyone who’s ever gotten this big, and for so long. It should have shrunk by now, and the skin on it shouldn’t be as taut as it is. It’s almost as if your cock really grew and, from what I’m touching… it appears to be the case.”
“Yeah, it’s… it’s really strange, isn’t it? I mean, my skin must be really stretchy to…”
“Cut it, Kurt,” interrupted Dana while she placed herself on top of him. Her sex was moist and it was lubricating Kurt’s balls and the base of his snake. She licked her lips and stroked him to fill his penis quicker. In a matter of seconds, the already big member had reached an obscene size.
Dana was pinning him, making Kurt stay laying on the bed, from where he could clearly see the huge slit his penis now sported, resting between the base of his chest; beyond that, the thick body that comprised his cock, pulsing a bit more and showing of its veins.
“This,” and she hefted the meat stick with one hand, lifting it up with exaggerated effort, “is by no means ‘normal’. Care to explain?”
“I… uhm…,” stuttered Kurt, all the while averting his eyes from Dana’s, “I don’t really know. I mean, I can’t really explain it… I…”
“I knew you weren’t this size… well, the size you were a couple of hours ago, when we met. I would’ve sensed you a mile away.”
“To be fair, I was pretty big by then. The added inches were a plus for this session,” smiled Kurt, feeling himself and letting his hand travel to her thighs.
Dana arched an eyebrow and moved a bit, her lower lips kissing his shaft. She let herself fall on top of him, her hands resting on each of Kurt’pecs, cushioning her descent until she was resting completely on top of him. Her breasts were squished between both, and they in turn engulfed the upper part of his penis.
“You know, I think you wouldn’t fit in the vacuum pump now,” she affirmed, pushing her arms together to squeeze her tits and Kurt’s cock head “do you think you could keep growing if we found a bigger pump?”
The question had an immediate effect on both: his penis reacted by trying to lift her. Dana, reacted by pressing herself closer to him, making her body press even more against all of him.
“My, do you like the thought of that, stud?” Dana giggled.
“I don’t even what size I am anymore, but… doesn’t every man want to be a bit bigger?”
“A bit? Honey, ‘a bit’ more and you’ll be making horses envious. But, that is an interesting question. Let’s find out how you measure up.”
Dana straightened, reaching for a measuring tape she had left nearby; her bottom still on top of Kurt, preventing his dick to be free from her weight, but allowing it to stand up a bit. She bit her lips in anticipation, positioning herself in such way that she could start measuring him.
Kurt tried to straighten too, but Dana’s hand was quicker, pushing him back to the bed. With her hand, she playfully gestured a no sign; he followed her order, grinning and letting out a fake sigh.
In sensuous movements, all the while caressing him, she placed the tape measure on his dick’s base.
“First, your length. To know how much you’ll fill me.”
Unrolling the tape ceremoniously, inches came and went.
“2… 3… 4…,” she counted in a husky voice “10… 11… 12… and ¼!”
Kurt, still resting, gulped.
“And now for your girth. To know how much you’ll stretch me.”
She ran her hand over his cock, as if giving him a hand job. Of course, her fingers didn’t meet, but Dana found what she was looking for after a moment. Placing the tape under Kurt’s dick, she used it as a rope to pull it at a certain part of the shaft. Then, she alternatively pulled it on the right and left, creating friction. Kurt was enjoying the show from his position. After that, she joined the tape.
“1/4 shy of 9 inches!”, she declared.
“Fuck,” exclaimed Kurt under his breath.
Dana threw the tape across the room. She regained her previous position on top of Kurt. This time, she was more directly position over his penis, so her breasts engulfed the shaft almost doing the same to the head.
“You’re soooo big, Kurt,” and she closed her legs in a vice, rubbing her femininity and her breasts on as much of his cock as she could “. Now, loverboy, if you have some sort of ancient aphrodisiac or new drug that has… hmmm… gotten you this big, I understand why you wouldn’t want it to go public. You want to be the unquestioned Alpha, right? The biggest one around. I respect that. I WANT that.”
Her movements had only increased. She was getting aroused at the thought of an even bigger Kurt. A Kurt that could be hers. Dana hungrily kissed what part of him she had at hand, never letting her grip loose from the fuck meat.
“I want you to be bigger, Kurt. Get bigger for me!”
Kurt’s loins had endured so far, but they demanded release. He surprised even himself, as his cock slowly rose with Dana on top of it.
“Damn!”, she marveled, never letting go or stopping.
Even if it wasn’t much that had lifted her, the feat was one to behold. The contact of flesh on as much of his penis as was possible sent him into frenzy.
He pumped the air, moving his hips rhythmically. His climax arrived when she began licking his urethra. Part of her tongue managed to pierce it, and her teeth gently touched the rest of the darkened head. In moments, his balls clenched; Kurt growled almost savagely, and the seed he spewed hit Dana’s throat with such speed and quantity, that she threw her head back. Every drop that was still in her mouth, she greedily drank. And as soon as she could, she went for seconds, drinking a couple of mouthfuls of Kurt’s cum. Her orgasm was a slow and steady one that multiplied itself during the experience. By the time Kurt had shot his first load, she had already come twice.
Dana let go of his cock. It softened, but not much. In less than a minute, it stiffened again thanks to both of them enticing it to raise itself once more. Her eyes were filled with lust, and she wanted to really try her new toy out.
“Now let’s ride you, you beast,” she muttered.
“It’s not completely hard yet,” Kurt warned.
“I know, I want to feel you expanding in me.”
Standing up on the bed, she massaged her labia, opening it and letting Kurt see it in all its glory. Kurt could feel himself slowly hardening, but he held his cock so Dana could stick it without problems. She lowered herself slowly, letting her insides accommodate Kurt’s massiveness. It stretched her in a way she had never imagined a man could. At first it was difficult, but inch by inch she took him, the squats she was so fond of doing, paying off. He was ecstatic of feeling a woman again. He relished in the sensation of his cock being hugged by a pussy, especially when his dick kept on growing inside of her, filling itself with blood, stretching her even more.
“Are you OK?” asked a worried Kurt.
“Such a sweet pain,” she whispered.
Having taken 6 inches, she rotated, moving her feet one after the other, feeling every part of him; in turn, Kurt feeling every part of her. He could clearly see how her labia were being set more and more apart with each second, as this had finally made him harden to his full size.
“Ungh!” grunted Dana “Fuckfuckfuckfuck!”
And she kept lowering herself until she could take no more. Four inches were still out, and Kurt reached for them to try to enclose them with his hands. Pumping himself even further; touching Dana’s clit while doing so, brought her to an orgasm the likes of which she had never felt: she came, flooding his cock and letting her cum flow freely over Kurt; with this, he also climaxed, filling her, making her belly bulge by the amount of semen reaching her. He used the mixture of both fluids as a lubricant for his exposed shaft and balls. Her trembling legs almost failed her, but she had enough strength to dismount him. With a loud pop, she let Kurt’s cock head out of her, both still cumming. The both lay there for a couple of minutes, too enraptured in their own Nirvana to say or do anything else.
“That was fucking great,” declared Kurt.
“No, that was great fucking,” smiled Dana.
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Sorry for the delay. I really need to get to finish this.
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Ch 16
He was feeling groggy. It was a mixture of a full stomach; a strange exhaustion from the exercise, and lest we forget, the post workout growth that had taken place a few minutes ago. The sofa had resisted as much as it could, but it had lost its fight with Steve, surrendering in the most pathetic way possible, crushed under his weight. He was on his back, resting a moment and considering what had happened to arrive to this point. The towel he had used to slather himself with the cream was the same one he had used to clean himself of both sweat and cum after the workout. Why had he grown more after? He imagined it had been because his muscles were still working, expanding even, after the session. The cream just continued to do the work, and maybe the food was fuel that it used to grow more. Or was it his own cum? The amount he had drank from selfsucking himself combined with everything else? These were all just theories, he knew, but it was something that distracted him from his current situation. He didn’t want to move, afraid that it might trigger more growth, so he just lay there, listening to the music coming from the TV. He surveyed what he could without moving much. A moment ago his traps had felt too hard, not allowing him much neck rotation, but now he could feel them giving in and letting his head turn more effectively. Not as much as before, he thought. Steve then looked to his pecs: two mountainous mounds of flesh that rhythmically moved in sync with his breathing. All was hidden after them, except for his toes and… his raging erection. He felt it enlarge over his abs, snaking it’s way to his mid section. He couldn’t see it, but it was slowly filling with blood. Then, when it could no longer lengthen, it began raising itself. It took his prick a minute to elevate itself above his pectorals, but there it was. It seemed to Steve it was a mast of sorts, being slowly placed in ship to its intended 90 degrees. Right now it was at an angle thanks to its own weight. It barely touched the upper section of his abs, so self-sucking was out of the question.
He was horny as fuck, and thought about moving his arms to jack off. But then he imagined about not being able to move his arms afterwards. Still… he had an idea. A part of him didn’t want to do it, but he was bored and horny, so what the hell? Steve clenched his groin muscles to make his dick stand up. His kegel exercises would pay off today, he thought. With each effort he made, his penis stood a bit more erect. Was it a bit thicker too? Steve couldn’t be sure of it, but he hoped it wasn’t. After a few tries, he reached what he thought would be the most erect given the circumstance. If he had to guess, it would be around a 65 to 75 degree angle. He sustained it there as much as he could, clenching his kegel muscle more and more. Even from his current position, he confirmed that his penis was filling up, expanding. Oddly enough, it was just the shaft, not his head that was becoming bigger. He could see the difference in size between them, as the shaft made the head seem smaller each passing second. Enraptured by this, he finally let it go, and his penis barely fell to his stomach. It was engorged and red, angry for release. Steve moved his arms slowly, checking if there was any reaction. He didn’t notice anything, not even the familiar warmth that preceded the growth. His hands reached for his dick, and he let out a small yelp, noticing how sensitive his cock was. The growth spurt, he thought. His new girth surprised even him, as his fingers couldn’t meet at all. He wondered how big he was; how bigger than his brother he was right now. He clenched once again and noticed that he had to exert force to keep his cock in place. If his dick has gotten so strong, the kegel exercises had indeed worked wonders. Some minutes passed, as he continued massaging his huge manhood, and caressing his testicles. His hands drifted to the rest of his body, fondling every corner he could reach. Then, as he was about to erupt, Steve measured just how good he had gotten with this session, feeling the cum build up and holding it. The extended climaxed proved to be too much, and he had to relax his muscle. He felt the force with which the white rope flung from his slit, traversing through his shaft and landing beyond his head, with a part of it landing on him, from head to head. Part of his milk pooled in his neck and chest. He made sure to not drink any of it just in case one of his theories were right. Exhilarated, he left himself go and fell fast asleep.
Steve woke up very early. The sun hadn’t even risen. His back was killing him, and he tried to stand up. He didn’t remember just how big he had gotten, but reality reminded him of it immediately. He loved his new weight, even if it made if a tad difficult to move as he used to. Once up, he stretched as best as he could. Through the street lights he could see his muscles writhe and move beneath his stretched skin.
“Alright, let’s see the damage done” Steve said, moving in the dark, reaching for the switch.
His footsteps were heavy and hard. And he wasn’t even stomping. Steve also felt the heaviness of his crotch. Even soft, he felt it slapping between his thighs, colliding with his low hanging testicles. The lights went on, making him adjust his vision with multiple blinks. Once he was accustomed, Steve wanted to see his body in full, so he walked to the basement’s doorway. If climbing those stairs up had been a feat, going down would be something short of a miracle. He had to lower himself, as he was almost a head taller than the frame, and to find a position between crouching and bending to, very snuggly, go down.
“Holy crap, I’m really huge” he said out loud.
“What the fuck am I going to do now?” he asked himself while going down the stairs. “Maybe become a pro bodybuilder? Can I live off that? Or become a porn star? I have what it takes… I guess?”
Steve reached the basement gym and slowly approached the mirror. He couldn’t see his face because of his new height, but he could see everything else. If he said his body was ripped, that would be an understatement: Not only did he have the coveted V shape bodybuilders strive so much for, it was almost an exaggeration of that. His shoulders and chest were so wide, he could give new meaning to ‘top-heavy’; his arms were veiny and corded with muscles that were topped by his huge biceps; his waist had maintained its size, giving much more emphasis to the upper and lower muscles, but it was riddled with abs so defined that each protrude clearly; his legs were tree trunks, thick and meaty that wobbled each time he moved them; his package dangled heavily between his legs, pushed by the surrounding muscles. All of him was much more than he ever dreamed to be. He then lowered himself and saw his face. Nothing much had changed here, although… did he look more square-jawed? Were his features more masculine? Was this an effect of the latest developments in his body?
“Whatever it is, I like it. Now we’ll see who’s bigger, bro.”
Also, would you guys be interested in donating for me to continue this? It would be greatly appreciated.
Whatever the case, here's the next chapter:
Ch 16
He was feeling groggy. It was a mixture of a full stomach; a strange exhaustion from the exercise, and lest we forget, the post workout growth that had taken place a few minutes ago. The sofa had resisted as much as it could, but it had lost its fight with Steve, surrendering in the most pathetic way possible, crushed under his weight. He was on his back, resting a moment and considering what had happened to arrive to this point. The towel he had used to slather himself with the cream was the same one he had used to clean himself of both sweat and cum after the workout. Why had he grown more after? He imagined it had been because his muscles were still working, expanding even, after the session. The cream just continued to do the work, and maybe the food was fuel that it used to grow more. Or was it his own cum? The amount he had drank from selfsucking himself combined with everything else? These were all just theories, he knew, but it was something that distracted him from his current situation. He didn’t want to move, afraid that it might trigger more growth, so he just lay there, listening to the music coming from the TV. He surveyed what he could without moving much. A moment ago his traps had felt too hard, not allowing him much neck rotation, but now he could feel them giving in and letting his head turn more effectively. Not as much as before, he thought. Steve then looked to his pecs: two mountainous mounds of flesh that rhythmically moved in sync with his breathing. All was hidden after them, except for his toes and… his raging erection. He felt it enlarge over his abs, snaking it’s way to his mid section. He couldn’t see it, but it was slowly filling with blood. Then, when it could no longer lengthen, it began raising itself. It took his prick a minute to elevate itself above his pectorals, but there it was. It seemed to Steve it was a mast of sorts, being slowly placed in ship to its intended 90 degrees. Right now it was at an angle thanks to its own weight. It barely touched the upper section of his abs, so self-sucking was out of the question.
He was horny as fuck, and thought about moving his arms to jack off. But then he imagined about not being able to move his arms afterwards. Still… he had an idea. A part of him didn’t want to do it, but he was bored and horny, so what the hell? Steve clenched his groin muscles to make his dick stand up. His kegel exercises would pay off today, he thought. With each effort he made, his penis stood a bit more erect. Was it a bit thicker too? Steve couldn’t be sure of it, but he hoped it wasn’t. After a few tries, he reached what he thought would be the most erect given the circumstance. If he had to guess, it would be around a 65 to 75 degree angle. He sustained it there as much as he could, clenching his kegel muscle more and more. Even from his current position, he confirmed that his penis was filling up, expanding. Oddly enough, it was just the shaft, not his head that was becoming bigger. He could see the difference in size between them, as the shaft made the head seem smaller each passing second. Enraptured by this, he finally let it go, and his penis barely fell to his stomach. It was engorged and red, angry for release. Steve moved his arms slowly, checking if there was any reaction. He didn’t notice anything, not even the familiar warmth that preceded the growth. His hands reached for his dick, and he let out a small yelp, noticing how sensitive his cock was. The growth spurt, he thought. His new girth surprised even him, as his fingers couldn’t meet at all. He wondered how big he was; how bigger than his brother he was right now. He clenched once again and noticed that he had to exert force to keep his cock in place. If his dick has gotten so strong, the kegel exercises had indeed worked wonders. Some minutes passed, as he continued massaging his huge manhood, and caressing his testicles. His hands drifted to the rest of his body, fondling every corner he could reach. Then, as he was about to erupt, Steve measured just how good he had gotten with this session, feeling the cum build up and holding it. The extended climaxed proved to be too much, and he had to relax his muscle. He felt the force with which the white rope flung from his slit, traversing through his shaft and landing beyond his head, with a part of it landing on him, from head to head. Part of his milk pooled in his neck and chest. He made sure to not drink any of it just in case one of his theories were right. Exhilarated, he left himself go and fell fast asleep.
Steve woke up very early. The sun hadn’t even risen. His back was killing him, and he tried to stand up. He didn’t remember just how big he had gotten, but reality reminded him of it immediately. He loved his new weight, even if it made if a tad difficult to move as he used to. Once up, he stretched as best as he could. Through the street lights he could see his muscles writhe and move beneath his stretched skin.
“Alright, let’s see the damage done” Steve said, moving in the dark, reaching for the switch.
His footsteps were heavy and hard. And he wasn’t even stomping. Steve also felt the heaviness of his crotch. Even soft, he felt it slapping between his thighs, colliding with his low hanging testicles. The lights went on, making him adjust his vision with multiple blinks. Once he was accustomed, Steve wanted to see his body in full, so he walked to the basement’s doorway. If climbing those stairs up had been a feat, going down would be something short of a miracle. He had to lower himself, as he was almost a head taller than the frame, and to find a position between crouching and bending to, very snuggly, go down.
“Holy crap, I’m really huge” he said out loud.
“What the fuck am I going to do now?” he asked himself while going down the stairs. “Maybe become a pro bodybuilder? Can I live off that? Or become a porn star? I have what it takes… I guess?”
Steve reached the basement gym and slowly approached the mirror. He couldn’t see his face because of his new height, but he could see everything else. If he said his body was ripped, that would be an understatement: Not only did he have the coveted V shape bodybuilders strive so much for, it was almost an exaggeration of that. His shoulders and chest were so wide, he could give new meaning to ‘top-heavy’; his arms were veiny and corded with muscles that were topped by his huge biceps; his waist had maintained its size, giving much more emphasis to the upper and lower muscles, but it was riddled with abs so defined that each protrude clearly; his legs were tree trunks, thick and meaty that wobbled each time he moved them; his package dangled heavily between his legs, pushed by the surrounding muscles. All of him was much more than he ever dreamed to be. He then lowered himself and saw his face. Nothing much had changed here, although… did he look more square-jawed? Were his features more masculine? Was this an effect of the latest developments in his body?
“Whatever it is, I like it. Now we’ll see who’s bigger, bro.”
