Ben's escapades (growth, m/m, m/f, transformation)

[949734]

Ben’s legs felt wobbly. Hew couldn’t believe that he was actually doing this. He grasped the wrought iron banister tightly as he lumbered his way up the stairs.

His palms were clammy, the small of his back was moist, his arm pits were dripping.

He hesitantly pushed open the glass doors and heard them “Shlump” together behind him as they swung closed.

He marched through the granite lobby with the tall, potted plants; past the glass dividers; and into the bank of elevators.

He scanned the list of building offices to quadruple check his destination. Office 17C.

Ding! The elevator approached. In he stepped, alongside a short woman who touched the button for 15. His heart was beating so loudly, he was sure that the woman could hear it.

Ben was twenty seven years old. A mildly handsome young man with sandy hair and a cute body. He played baseball in high school and moderately kept up his physique since then. Still strong, but maybe with just a touch more fluff than he used to have.

He’d been working temp jobs for most of his adult life. There were a few longer runs of things here and there. But the economy had turned sour right before he graduated, and there were little jobs to be had.

The woman beside him got out. The elevator doors closed again.

“Fuck!” He thought. The next stop would be his. Was he ready for this?

He climbed two more floors, and again the doors parted. Beyond was a clinically white and shiny reception room with a glass welcoming desk on the far end. A perky, blond, young woman sat on the other side of it.

Meekly, he exited the elevator. He again heard the doors close behind him, and his last chance for departure retreated down to the ground level.

Holding his baseball cap in his hands, he approached the desk. The young woman’s eyes lit up when he saw him.

“Welcome to the Male Enhancement Clinic. You must be Mr. Byers?”

Ben cleared his throat and nodded. He tried to make a noise in the affirmative, but none came out.

She simply smiled and continued.

“We are so happy to have you here today, Mr. Byers. I have some simple paperwork for you to fill out before I bring you back.”

She handed him a clipboard, pen, and pointed to a chair on the side of the room. He took the objects and sat himself down.

The first page began with standard enough information: Name, age, address, last doctor’s visit, recent surgeries, medications, etc.

As he flipped the page over, the questions became more interesting: length of erect penis, length of flaccid penis, girth of erect penis, average duration of erection, number of erections daily, number of monthly ejaculations, approximate volume of ejaculations, number of of sexual partners monthly, volume of pre-ejaculate, and so on.

Ben hoped the lovely receptionist wasn’t looking at him because he was blushing as he wrote.

Page three went on to diet and exercise questions.

He finished the paperwork and passed the completed documents back to the women. She smiled and said the doctor would be right with him.

He sat back down into the chair and had to slow his breathing. He couldn’t believe that he was actually here. That this was actually the choice he was going to make.

He had been saving a little money each month from his meager paychecks for his retirement since he was a teen. After all these years, he only had twenty thousand dollars saved. He didn’t know how much good that would be doing him when he was eighty, but… fuck it. He was going to risk it. Better be happy now rather than wait for some indefinite day in the future…

The glass door next to him unlatched and a handsome, middle-age man stepped in.

“Mr. Ben Byers. I am Doctor Abrams; I will be your consultant today.”

He extended a wide, manicured hand to Ben. Ben rose to shook it. The doctor had perfectly quaffed silver hair and piercing blue eyes. His grip was firm and sensuous as he shook Ben’s hand. Ben started to sweat even a little bit more.

“Please, follow me.”

The doctor grabbed his paperwork, and the two men walked down the wide planked hallway and into a private consultation room. Ben hopped up onto the paper-lined table, his legs hanging off the edge.

Dr. Abrams took a seat in the swivel chair and leafed through Ben’s responses.

“So, Ben. I see here that you’re here today to find out more about our male enhancement techniques.”

“Uh, yeah…”

The doctor smiled. Looking at his sheets: “I see here you’re already much more well endowed than most of the men that we see come through here. Eight and a half inches, yes?”

Ben nodded. Sweat was dripping down onto his brow.

“Alright, well, to be honest, I’ve only worked with one other man who came in at your starting size. How big are you hoping to grow?”

This was the moment Ben was waiting for. He cleared his throat again.

“Well, uh, how much is possible?”

The doctor furrowed his brow.

“Well, we have regular success increasing men up to forty-five percent of their current length. Some have gone longer. But that would put you around nearly twelve and half inches…”

The doctor paused.

“That’s quite a tremendous size there, Ben. At that point, you probably won’t be able to have regular sex anymore. I would dissuade you from pursuing such a course.”

Ben cleared his throat. He was a little bit ashamed to speak again.

“Well, uh, I really want to get as big as possible. Be really freaky huge… so, uh, the bigger the better, for me.”

The doctor smiled.

“Well, in that case… We charge four thousand per inch we are able to help you grow. We go by length, as girth gains happens independent of our procedure. On average, our clients gain a quarter inch of girth for an inch in length. So, if you are on the standard curve of things, that would max you out around twelve and a half inches by nearly seven. Are you sure that you would want a penis that big?”

Ben swallowed again.

“Yes. For sure.”

The doctor smiled again.

“Alright, then. And let me ask about scrotal enhancement, too. I see here that you have an interest in that as well?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, we have only one option for that right now, and that’s $7,000 and will double the volume of your testicles. As a side effect, the amount of seminal fluids that you produce will similarly increase. Does that sound good to you?”

“Yes.”

“Alright then… well. Since you are interested in maximizing your size, if we are able to get you bigger than my projections, would you be interested? Or would you prefer to stop at a prescribed size?”

Ben paused.

“I think… I think I really would like to be as big as possible.”

The doctor looked at him strangely.

“Ben, may I show you something? Man to man?”

Ben nodded weakly.

The doctor stood up, unbuckled his belt, and reached into his pants.

 

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Before Ben could register shock at what was happening, out flopped the hugest cock he’d ever seen in his life. It was as thick as his wrist and dangled halfway to the doctor’s knees.

The doctor had a satisfied smile as he gazed at Ben.

“Now, Ben. I increased mine to be eleven and half inches when it’s fully tumescent, through our treatments. And I’m at the point that none of my sexual partners are able to engage with it fully, if you know what I mean. Are you sure you want to be even bigger than that? As a man, I say to you that you’ll be missing out on some of life’s greatest pleasures if you get this big - or even bigger.”

As if nothing interesting had happened, the doctor scooped up his tremendous sexual organ and arranged it carefully back down his pant leg. He sat down in his chair and examined Ben.

“No - I mean… yes… I want to get freakily huge. I don’t care if no one can use it anymore. I want to be that big.”

The doctor nodded as if he understood.

“Alright then, I will be right back with your first injection. Please remove your clothing and lie back on the table.”

The men nodded to each other. The doctor left the room, and Ben stood up and stripped.

His heavy shoulders shrugged off his shirt and folded it neatly on the empty chair near him. He laid out his pants neatly too. He was wearing no underwear, so he was already nude. He reclined onto the table.

After only two or three minutes, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in.”

Dr. Abrams came back in with a tray.

“Alright, young Benjamin. Just a few moments and you’ll be ready to go.”

He set the tray down near the door and picked up the first of two syringes. He examined it.

“Today, you’ll be getting two shots. One for your penis growth, and one for your testicles. With each shot, you can plan for your phallus to grow approximately half an inch. You’ll come back weekly for the next injection until you are happy with the results, or your penis stops responding, whichever comes first. Your testicles will require three shots spaced two weeks apart. You won’t see much growth in them the first two weeks, but it’ll really be noticeable after your second injection.”

Dr. Abrams came over, delicately swabbed off the area around the center of Ben’s shaft, and gently poked him with the needle.

The contents were injected. Ben didn’t feel anything.

The second needly went into the space where his thigh and scrotum intersected. Its contents too were injected.

“Alright. That’s it. If you feel any nausea, vomiting, or diarrhea, please call our offices. Otherwise, you may just feel a little sore down here. You can get dressed, and Sara will take your payment and schedule your next appointment.”

As he was leaving, the Doctor patted him on the knee and looked at Ben in a way that almost conveyed “welcome to the brotherhood.” He smiled and exited, tossing his latex gloves in a receptacle nearby.

Ben couldn’t believe that he had actually done it. He had gone through with a crazy new procedure to modify his cock.

He couldn’t wait to get home and see if there were any results yet.

 

[949734]

Ben pulled his car into the driveway. The manicured bushes on the side of the concrete had butterflies dancing on top of them.

The lab had given him an icepack to hold onto his crotch for the two hour drive back home. He slid it into his backpack before unbuckling his seatbelt and exiting the car.

He checked his reflection in the review mirror. “Totally normal day,” he repeated to himself in his mind.

Swallowing a gulp of air, he exited the car, marched past the pastel tulip beds, and up to the garage door panel. He punched in a series of six numbers, and the garage door ascended.

Only one car was parked inside: his mother’s. Three other people lived in the house with Ben. His mother and father, and his kid brother, Steven, who was eighteen and was commuting to a local university nearby. He was a freshman there.

Ben marched past the car, kicked off his shoes onto the rack near the door, and went inside.

It was quiet, his mom must have been somewhere else in the house tending to something. He walked past the nineteen-seventies kitchen, through the sunken living room, and up the stairs to his bedroom.

He crossed the hall and shut himself inside. The room was still a great deal like it was before he left home for college. Some baseball posters on the walls of his heroes from childhood. Racks of little league and high school trophies. A framed baseball mitt of Mickey Mantle. Pale blue walls with a stamped border of trucks and cars along the ceiling.

Every time he walked into his room, he was reminded of how he really did need to move out on his own and get a grown up’s apartment.

He stuffed his book bag and coat onto a chair and exited the room. He walked across the hall to the mustard yellow bathroom that also hadn’t been updated since the 1970’s. It was complete with artificial flowers and carpet-like toilet lid cover with matching rugs.

He locked the door and stood in front of the vanity. He unbuckled his belt and let his pants slide to the floor.

He picked up his limp cock and examined it. It didn’t look all that different than usual. In fact, his softie even possibly looked a touch smaller.

He frowned. Fuck. He just paid that doctor’s office six thousand dollars for his first injections and consultation fee, and he had absolutely nothing to show for it.

He started to rub his cock, willing it to get hard, to grow. It began to lengthen and thicken in his hand, becoming swollen.

He enjoyed the sensations of his hand so much. He closed his eyes and imagined himself being twice as long. His hard cock extending all the way across the sink to land on the faucet on the opposite side. His balls swinging so low and heavy that they nearly tapped on his knees as he fapped.

He looked down; perhaps his dick was a bit bigger… He squinted and tried to see if it looked any different.

He closed his eyes again. He imagined his cock being so long that when he hoisted it up it brushed the bottom of his chin.

This made a thick dollop of precum leak out of the tip of his cock; and he moaned, rubbing it into his shaft like lube.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Stephen froze.

“Hi Honey! Welcome back! Did you have a good day?”

It was his mother. Trying to steady his voice, he replied cautiously. “Hey mom. Yeah, it was great, thanks.”

Long, awkward pause. Didn’t she know not to talk to people while they were experiencing the privacy of a toilet room?

“Okay - well… when you’re finished in there, can you please give me a hand with the basement? I’m trying to move some boxes.”

“Uh huh. Okay. Sure.”

Another pause. He heard his mom walk away from the door. Fuck. That woman had impeccable timing.

His cock had gone soft by now. There was no point in trying to get back into the moment again; mothers were sure great at being boner-killers.

He stuffed his hopefully-bigger dick back into his pants, buckled them closed, and then fake-flushed the toilet before washing his hands.

He smiled at himself in the mirror. “It’s going to be okay… this is going to work!”

He said it more confidently than he felt.

He shut off the lights and walked back to his bedroom to change before heading downstairs to help his mom.

 

[949734]

He dreamt he was flying. Over farm houses, over cities. Flying through woods, over oceans. And with a great leap into the clouds, he-

Awoke. His alarm clock was chirping. It was time to start another day, this time stocking shelves at a local liquor and wine store.

He tapped his alarm clock off and looked up at the ceiling. Dawn was already peaking its head over the hilly horizon. The spring equinox had just passed, where the days and nights were equal. Soon, the days would be getting longer and longer. The sunrises were certainly coming earlier.

He felt delicious lying naked in his sheets. He had a nice morning hardwood going, tenting his bed covers admirably. He reached down to stroke himself, as he liked to do every morning when he awoke… and he paused… he felt… thicker.

Ben pulled off his top sheet and stared down at his erection. It looked beastly. A bit thicker than usual; his veins were standing out more too. And it seemed just a little bit longer in his hand. Maybe nothing measurable… but it was definitely bigger.

He reached down with his other hand to scoop up his balls, and they felt thicker too. He massaged them gently with his left fingertips.

He stroked his thick cock lovingly. It felt wonderful to the touch. Velvety. He loved the sensation that perhaps he was growing bigger. Perhaps it was working after all. In his mind, with his eyes closed, he felt it extending out way past the edge of his fist. Rising monolithic to the ceiling. Five hand-span’s width skyward.

This image made his balls contract, and at the base of his pelvis he felt his prostate start to quiver. He had just started jacking off, but suddenly, he felt his point of no return.

He squeezed harder, willing his cock to grow even bigger. And then he felt it. His hot semen starting to rise up from the base of his dick. His cock pulsed. Once, twice. Then a fountain of hot, steamy semen started rushing out of his cock. Pouring over his hand, coating it in thick, white goo. He moaned softly to himself.

“Fuck.” How much he loved playing with himself. And if he loved it this much now, he couldn’t wait to find out how much better it would be once his fat, sexlog reached epic proportions.

He smiled as semen continued to pour out of his manhood and onto his puffy abs.

Life was good.

 

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“Welcome back Mr. Byers.” She smiled at Ben.

This time he took a seat without needing to be prompted. He took off his light jacket and folded it neatly across his lap.

He looked across the waiting room. In the bright, sterile space sat a middle aged couple holding hands. The man seemed very nervous to be there, like he wouldn’t have come of his own volition. His wife seemed much more assured and probably the one instigating this appointment today.

Ben flicked through his cellphone updates to see if anything interesting were happening. After a few minutes, the same silver-haired doctor peeked his head around a glass door.

“Ben! Great to see you again. Come this way please.”

The two gentlemen shook hands and the doctor ushered him through the door to the hallway beyond. The chatted while walking.

“How’ve you been?”

“Great, doc. And yourself?”

“Just spiffy thanks. Busy morning this morning. The place is getting more and more popular.”

“Yeah - I bet.”

They reached a private room, and the doctor shut the door behind him. The men seated themselves.

“So tell me, Ben. How’s the first week been?”

“It’s been fantastic, doc. Everything is growing as you said it would. Measured again this morning and my dick is just over nine inches now, and quite a bit thicker. My testicles are feeling more full, too.”

“Excellent. And you’ve been enjoying your increased size?”

Ben blushed. “I honestly can’t stop touching it. I’m getting hard all the time; I’m so turned on by how big it’s getting. I can’t walk around the gym locker room without a towel anymore ‘cause I’ve got a constant hard-on going.”

The doctor laughed. “You’ll get used it. Soon it’ll feel perfectly normal to you. Any side effects?”

“Nope. None. Just feeling great!”

“Have any sexual partners commented on the change?”

Ben blushed a deeper red. “Well, uh - to be honest… I am a little bit between partners at the moment… so, uh, no…”

Dr. Abrams smiled reassuringly. “I’m sure that’s not for lack of offers.” He winked at Ben.

Ben smiled back. He couldn’t tell if the doctor was just encouraging him - or if he was flirting a little bit. Either way, he was more than a little turned on by the handsome, hung doctor. His dick was starting to chub up a little.

“Well, shall we get down to business? I’m sure you have a lot to get done today, yourself. Why don’t you take off your clothes and hop up there, and I will be back with your treatment.”

He smiled, stood, and exited the room.

Ben was getting a full-on boner now. He had watched the doctor’s very full crotch as he was standing up and admired how much mass was bunched up in his gray, tweed pants.

He took off his hoodie and pants and placed them on the side chair. Again he was not wearing any underwear, so he was naked.

His over nine-inch stiffy was extended in all its glory, poking out at ninety-degrees from his crotch. Ben wasn’t sure what to do about it; he really couldn’t make it go down. He opted for sitting further back on the edge of the table and letting it point directly forward to his knees.

Dr. Abrams knocked on the door and asked if he could come in. Ben muttered something in the affirmative.

The doctor came in, glanced at Ben and fairly successfully did not react at the sight of his big boner. He set his tray with the syringe down on the counter next to the door, and shut the door behind him.

“Well, just one shot this week, Ben. Next week you’ll get the one for your testicles again. Would it be alright if I do a quick examination of your pelvis area?”

“Sure.” Ben said smiling. Somehow in the last week he’d grown a lot more cocky and confident with the size of his growing appendage. He leaned back onto his elbows, and his hefty manhood lifted away from the table and extended at a forty-five degree angle right at the doctor.

“I see.” The doctor spoke aloud. “Over nine inches, indeed.”

He carefully put on new synthetic gloves and approached Benjamin. First he felt around the base of his penis. Then gently touched and palpated each testicle. Then he began to squeeze and almost gently massage up the length of his shaft, as if checking for irregularities. He wore a studied, serious expression on his face. Ben was enjoying the attention and the doctor’s delicate touch. He was purposefully trying not to moan or look like he was enjoying himself too much.

The doctor reached the glans and gave it a gentle squeeze, before speaking again. “Still the same level of sensation when being touched.”

“Yup” Ben murmured in reply, trying hard not to overtly express his arousal.

The doctor nodded and released Ben’s sizable manhood, which still hung exactly where he left it, floating midair. Ben noticed the doctor discreetly adjust his own crotch as he turned to fetch the next injection.

The doctor cleared his throat before speaking again, still keeping his back to Ben.

“You’ll probably notice more instantaneous changes with this second round. These shots tend to build upon each other. Since you’re starting out with such a remarkable size, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if you end up gaining more than just the half-inch per week.” He turned just his head to face Ben. “We won’t charge you extra for that, though.” He laughed a little.

Ben laughed too. The doctor turned around to walk back to Ben and preform the injection, and Ben gasped. The doctor had an incredibly visible penis line extending down his left pant leg, nearly three-quarters of the way towards his knee. It was clear that his cock was more than halfway hard and starting to strain to be released from the confines of his business trousers.

The doctor made direct, almost intimidating eye contact with Ben as he approached him. Ben’s cock began to twitch just a little with his nearing. Part of Ben wished that his cock would finally deflate and stop being so demonstrative, and part of him wished his cock would stay exactly the way it was and the doctor would examine him again.

“Since you’re fully engorged at this moment, you may feel this shot a little more sharply than if you were fully soft. It will make no difference as to its effectiveness, though.”

Ben nodded. The doctor’s left hand wrapped around the underside of Ben’s long penis. His right hand swabbed the mid-shaft region, and then deftly injected his cock again.

Maybe it was just his imagination this time, but Ben could have sworn that he saw his cock lengthen some more as the chemicals were forced inside his quivering manhood.

The doctor removed the syringe… but his left hand lingered on Ben’s throbbing cock. After a moment, he began to pull it away but not too efficiently. His fingers grazed the whole underside of Ben’s meat as he pulled towards the tip. The doctor made eye contact with him the whole time he pulled his hand out from under him.

“How did that feel?” The doctor wondered.

“Just great.” Ben replied. His heart was racing. He was sure the doctor was hitting on him.

They both paused. They just hung there. Staring at each other. The only movement coming from Ben’s twitching cock that was still floating midair.

The doctor broke eye contact first, looked down at Ben’s hefty manhood, and smiled.

“I’m sure you’ll be having a lot of fun with that this week. Oh, by the way, here.”

He walked over to the counter and grabbed a pen. From his jacket pocket he pulled out a business card. He scribbled something down on it.

“I want to make sure that you have my personal number - in case anything comes up for you this week and you have any specific questions for me… I want to be easy to get a hold of for you. And I do text.”

He returned to Ben’s table side; Ben had returned to sitting fully upright, his cock lying back on the paper-covered table. He extended the card out towards Ben, who grabbed it. The doctor held onto the card for maybe a second longer than he needed to before releasing it to Ben’s grasp.

Ben smiled. He noticed that the doctor’s bulge hadn’t subsided at all in the past few minutes.

The men made another moment of prolonged eye contact before the doctor demurred and retreated to the door.

“Pleasure to see you again, Mr. Byers. I look forward to hearing more about your satisfaction with our treatments. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d better use the restroom before my next client arrives. Be sure to schedule your next appointment before you leave.”

The doctor stuck his left hand into his left pocket, only moderately disguising the prominence of his other-worldly bulge snaking down towards his knee.

He nodded to Ben; Ben did the same. He exited and closed the door.

Ben stood up, feeling more powerful and alive than he’d ever felt before. He flexed his muscles for his own amusement, and felt his cock quiver. He wondered if he could rub one out quick before exiting. He looked at his pants - and decided to jack off on the car ride home. He loved coming in the car.

He slid on his pants and hoodie, walked to the reception desk, and made his next appointment. As he rode the elevator down, he couldn’t help but appreciate the suit-clad individuals next to him trying to discreetly check out the monster bulge in his jeans.

 

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Hey Doc. This is Ben, from the Clinic.

He paused. Waiting. Should he hit send?

He decided to do it. Click - woosh. Ben took a deep breath. Waiting. He stared at the little, blue speech bubble against the white background.

After a few seconds, a gray ellipses appeared beneath his text message, on the left hand side of the screen.

A speech bubble appeared.

Hey, Ben. Nice to hear from you. How’re things hanging?

Ben smiled. Yes! The silver-haired doc was writing back to him!

He decided to go for it. Full-out flirting/sexting.

LOL. Long and thick, doc. And yourself?

He hit send. Pulse racing. He was so titilated at the prospect of flirting with this amazingly handsome doc with the epic cock.

Three dots appeared. And then his reply.

Lol. Glad to hear it. Getting bigger still?

And then another speech bubble.

And yeah, same here…

Ben smirked. Hell yeah; the doc was flirting back.

Fuck, doc. Still two days away from my next appointment, and I’m already over 9.8 inches! Closing in on 10! I thought I should only be growing .5 per week… but it’s been more than that.

Send.

Reply:

That’s great. It’s because you started out so big. Can’t tell you how rare your starting size was, Ben. You’re truly going to be one out of one billion by the time you’re done with us…

And then another bubble appeared.

And I really think you have one of the best looking cocks I’ve ever seen. Even as you are now. And that’s my professional opinion, lol.

Ben smiled. He flipped over onto his back, letting his nearly ten-inch woodie rise directly up into the air. He snapped a quick photo with his camera. “God, it looks monstrous,” he thought. Before having time to regret it, he hit the upwards pointing arrow and sent the pic to the doctor.

Thanks, doc.

Wow, Ben. That’s really looking enormous. I know I still may have an inch and a half on you (for a very short while), but FUCK… that’s amazing.

I would love to see more of yours. Ben replied.

A pause. And then…

The BIGGEST cock Ben had ever seen blossomed onto his iPhone screen. Though the doc had a deep olive skin on the rest of his body, his dick was the color of mahogany. Laid comfortably across the doc’s muscular thigh, nearly tapping the chair on the outside of his hip, it was so long. You could see the doc’s forearm in the picture, and his cock looked just as thick - well thicker than his wrist.

Ben wrote back:

FUUUUUUUUCCCCKK

Thanks, Ben.

Wow, doc. That’s AMAZING!

Yeah, I love it.

How big was he before?

Just over nine inches and THICK.

WOW! So… it could get even bigger than that, if you wanted it to… with your treatments?

…Yes. But I’m hesitant to make him any bigger. Even the most skilled bottoms are struggling now… and I like going balls deep.

Fuck doc! I’d give anything to be that size or bigger!

You will be. LOL. Give it another three weeks.

Did you do the ball growth injections too?

Yeah, but I did roids when I was younger… so even with the injections, my balls only look slightly bigger than normal sized now. You’re going to be massive, lol. Not going to be able to fit into pants anymore with those giants!

Fuck, that’d be so hot, doc. I’d love to be so huge that I couldn’t fit into pants. That’d be WICKED.

Really? Are you sure you want that?

FUCK YEAH I DO!

…Okay… Let’s see if you still want that a month from now, lol. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this… but we have been experimenting with a new procedure. Might be able make you a little bit bigger than you would have maxed out with our normal injections. The way you’re growing, I better you’ll tap out above the 12.5 I projected. Probably over 13. With this new processes… we might be able to get you another 2 inches on top of that. It also can make the testes even larger in our preliminarily trails. Would you be interested?

OMG, DOC! OF COURSE!!!!

Are you sure?

FUCK YEAH!! I NEEEEEED THIS!

LOL. Okay…

Pause

BTW… you know what I need, Ben?

What?

To suck on some massive donkey dick. Would you be interested?

Ben’s pulse flared again. His cock twitched even bigger.

Fuck, yeah, doc! I would LOVE to get my hands on your massive manhood!

Ha. Well, honestly, I really want to worship you… your body is stellar. I’ve been into you since that first moment in the waiting room.

Fuck, yeah, doc! I’d love that. And me too. You’re GORGEOUS!!

Are you free in an hour? I’ll send my address.

Ben glanced at his watch. It was nearly ten pm and he had work at six am the next morning. But, oh well, fuck it.

Yeah! Sure! I can be there.

Great!

Followed by a little, smiling devil emoji.

Ben’s cock was hard as steel and as long as a construction beam for a high rise tower. He tickled his fingers across his mighty shaft, clear pre running down from his meaty glans, coating his fingers.

It’d been over a month since he last hooked up with someone. Fuck, he needed this.

Can I come over now? Horny as hell!

The doc wrote back:

Sure.

Ben sprang out of bed. Threw on a hoodie without a shirt underneath; the center-line of his pecs and abs glinting in the low lighting from the sweat of his sexting. He put on jeans. They were already tight from his muscular thighs and glutes… And trying to shove his epic cock into it too was just not happening. He opted to let it point up, past his belly button, towards the cleft in his pecs, and button up the pants around it. He zipped up the hoodie just far enough to cover his thick shaft.

Throwing on flip flops, he bolted out of the door, down the stairs, and outside to his car.

He rode off into the darkness and the doctor who lay waiting for him in it

 

[lifterbill]

This is a great story, stud.......Keep up the fine work!

 

[fword]

Keep going. Awesome.

 

[icedogg33]

Definitely my new favorite story since Lance Gets a Physical is on hiatus

 

[949734]

This couldn’t be right. The homes were so far interspersed and so far set back from the road that their windows were just twinkling lights in the distance.

Ben rounded another corner in his Volkswagen, slowly scanning the addresses emblazoned on the brick, slate, and marble seals around him. He was looking for the address the doctor gave him.

“2357… 2359… 2360…”

Google maps had led him to such an affluent part of town that he had actually never even driven through here, despite having grown up not too far away.

“Your destination is on your next right. You have arrived.” His phone chirped.

Bun swung the steering wheel. His palms were moist in anticipation.

As he rounded the corner, he came upon a marble wall with a large, wrought-iron gate blocking the driveway. Sure enough, the address 2364 was inscribed in neat, block numerals into the stone.

He dimmed the headlights and approached the gate. He scanned the wall for a callbox, but as he inched closer, the gate magically swung forward of it’s own accord, revealing a dimly lit, curving driveway up a small hill.

He proceeded onwards. In the distance, a league or so away, shone a crystalline house perched on top of the hill. Most of the walls were glass windows, with the same sandy colored marble interweaving between the luminous panes.

As he drove closer, his car felt more and more insignificant. He was sure that the last time a Jetta drove up this driveway was “never” ago. He was sure that only Porsches and Lamborghini graced it’s surface.

He glided to the top and softly parked at the edge of a large rotunda. His pulse was racing; his chest was sweaty. It had been ages since he’d shown up explicitly for a hookup with somebody. And definitely never at a place this nice.

He took a deep breath, exited his car, and clicked the lock button as he walked away. He knew he didn’t need to lock his car in this fenced-in domicile, but he did it out of habit anyways.

A serpentine gravel path through low, native-plants shrubbery led him to the front door. As he mounted the veined, marble steps, the front door wafted open.

Standing backlit in the archway was the handsome doctor. He was wearing a bathrobe tied around the waste, his bare legs and feet poking out beneath. His hair was as immaculate as always.

“Hi, Ben. Glad you could make it!”

“Thanks, Doc.”

Ben reached out a hand to shake the doc’s; but, instead, the doctor pulled him tight into a bear hug. Ben could feel his plump, rock-hard muscles underneath the light, jersey robe. Fuck, he felt good. It was like hugging a statue of a Greek warrior.

“Please, call me Stephen.”

The doctor took in a deep breath, smelling Ben’s aroma. He clasped Ben’s wide lats firmly and hugged him for a moment too long to be purely friendly. They separated and looked into each other’s eyes. Ben was already chubbing up.

“Alright: Steven. Quite a place you’ve got here!”

“Thank you! Come on in…”

They stepped inside the doorway. Inside everything was clean, modern, and minimalist. Straight lines, subdued colors, and windows everywhere. It was almost like stepping into a greenhouse: every room had at least two walls of floor-to-ceiling windows letting in the view of the nature outside. The walls that were there had beautiful, contemporary art hanging on them. It was clear that the doctor, Steven, had a boat-load of money; but he used it in excellent taste.

“Take off your shoes, if you don’t mind, Ben. Can I get you anything? Coffee, tea, water, champagne?”

“Water would be great.”

He slipped off his beat up sneaks and followed Stephen into the kitchen. Again, windows. And lots of marbleized stone coating every surface. The cabinets blended one into another in seamless perfection. There wasn’t a dish in the sink or a scrap of clutter anywhere.

“Thanks for being willing to come by so late at night… I’m sure you’ve had a busy day.”

“Yeah - but, no… the pleasure’s mine.”

They smiled at each other. Ben’s snake was beginning to reach it’s way towards his knee and widen to it’s fully erect girth. The doc poured him some water, passed him the glass, and motioned him forward the room beyond.

“It’s a lot more comfortable in here, I think. I hope you don’t mind all the windows. I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. Not that my neighbors are close enough to see in here, but I still like the feeling that someone might.”

“Yeah, totally. I’m learning that I kind of like being watched too.”

“I bet you do…”

Ben kneeled on the couch. The doc sat in a chair opposite of him. Stephen kept his legs touching close, so his dick couldn’t yet be seen; but Ben could clearly tell that he was wearing nothing under that robe. The hairy lines of his muscular quadriceps faded up into the dark beneath.

“So…”

“So.” Replied Ben.

They stared intently in each other’s eyes.

“I’m sure you’d be much more comfortable without all those clothes on…” Stephen suggested.

Ben nodded. He stood up and gently pulled off his hoodie. His pecs, sculpted shoulders and abs glistened in the dim light.

“Mmmmmmm.” Moaned the doc. He spread his legs a little, and onto the lap of the chair plopped the biggest semi Ben had ever seen. Thicker than a coke can and practically at Stephen’s knees.

“Let me guess: Baseball when you were younger?”

“Yep,” replied Ben, “And soccer.”

“Still keeping up with your workouts, huh?”

“Not as much as I’d like.”



The doc began to untie the front of his robe. Ben unbuttoned his pants. Together, they totally disrobed.

Ben’s hard on, freed from the strangling confines of his jeans, leapt forward, pointing straight at Stephen. Stephen let the gray robe fall behind him on the chair. His body was even more impressive than Ben anticipated. He had a light dusting of hair all over and toned, bulging muscles that would have put most bodybuilders to shame. His abdomen was like a cobblestone driveway. His pecs bounced and heaved like melons on his ribcage. His shoulders were like bowling balls. His arms thicker than some men’s waists.

And his cock… wow. Getting fully hard and long, it looked like a baseball bat emanating from his meaty thighs. Ben’s cock twitched in anticipation.

“You like what you see, Ben?”

“Oh my god, yeah. …You?”

“Fuck yeah I do, stud. Come here.”

 

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Ben waddled towards him; his cock swaying back and forth like a compass trying to find true north.

As he approached Steven, the doc cupped his massive glutes with one of his wide palms, and wrapped his other hand around the base of Ben’s shaft. He slowly, never breaking eye contact with Ben, lowered his open mouth onto Ben’s head.

Ben moaned with the first caress of the doctor’s tongue. It felt like an eel wrapping itself around his cock. Velvety and slick all at the same time. The doc created suction against his glans and pulled Ben’s manhood further into his mouth.

After a moment, he broke the seal and spoke.

“Fuck, Ben. You know how hard it is to find a cock like yours? Even at my clinic. You have NO IDEA how small most guys really are. And the few that are bigger… well, it’s seldom that they’re attached to a hot, young stud like you…”

“Fuck doc. You’re the amazing one… look at you!”

“You like?” The doc flexed you’d bicep. His arm had to be around twenty inches around. His bicep was bigger than a softball.

Ben’s dick began to lick pre.

“Fuck! Have you always been this buff? Like, FUCK!”

“Ha ha. No. If you saw me in my twenties and thirties you probably would’ve even recognize me. Here… hang on a sec.”

He gently pushed Ben back, and stood up. Stephen’s hard cock banged against his thighs, reaching nearly to his knee cap. Seeing the doctor standing, his mast extended in all its glory, it was even more impressive than Ben anticipated. The doc looked like an artist’s impression of the ideal man. More so, even. He was a paragon of masculinity and strength.

His huge ass flexed as he strutted across the room. His back looked as wide as the roof of Ben’s car. Stephen approached a bookcase; and, after a moment of choosing, withdrew an album. He flipped through, and then passed the book to Ben, pointing to an image within.

“Here.”

Ben looked. There was a slightly faded photo of a young kid at a beach. Probably mid to late twenties. But he looked like he hadn’t quite hit puberty yet. His arms were the size of toothpicks. He had no definition in his torso. He grinned awkwardly with shaggy, chin-length hair that was not becoming at all.

Ben had a hard time recognizing him. But as he zoned in on the face and looked back and forth between the doc and this poor excuse of an adult man, it dawned on him that it was in fact the same guy.

“Fuck, doc! Seriously! This was you?!”

“Yup. Until around thirty seven. At that point I started getting into bodybuilding. Got into supplementing with steroids, like I told you. Got huge, but paid a big price. Haven’t used roids in over a decade now… but now have found my own ways of getting the body I wanted all along in a much more healthy way.”

“Wow. Well! Great job! I bet people from back then hardly even recognize you!”

“Ha. They don’t, really. I walk by old colleagues all the time who have no idea I’m the same person they used to collaborate with.”

“Can I ask… since you’re ridiculously huge and cut… what is it that you’re doing now to have that body?”

“Mmmmm… that’s my little secret. Maybe if you’re a very good boy tonight, I’ll let you know.”

He set the album back on the shelf and wrapped his arms around Ben. He leaned in, letting his mouth hover centimeters away from Ben’s. Been felt Stephen’s massive, rock hard cock pressing against his leg. His own was pressing into the doctor’s abdomen.

Ben closed the distance between them. The doc’s lips felt sensuous and plump. Like they were designed for kissing. His mouth tasted fresh and minty.

The doc was an expert kisser. He teased and glided across Ben’s lips like an olympic skater dancing across an ice rink.

They’re hands explored different crevices and mounds on each other’s bodies: massaging, pressing, and kneading.

They sidestepped their way over onto the couch, and the doctor’s two-hundred and thirty pounds of bulk gently lowered on top of Ben. They grinded on each other. Ben started licking and sucking his way down Stephen’s neck, clavicles, and to his pecs. He buried himself in the deep furrow between his mighty chest muscles. The doc flexed and panted, enjoying Ben’s sloppy attentions. Ben found his way to one of the doc’s silver-dollar sized nipples and went to town. His fingers massaged and kneaded the other nipple that his mouth was neglecting.

The doc began to moan passionately. The areas around the tips of their cocks (which basically included anywhere from their pecs to their knees) were getting coated in pre. Both men were prodigious pre-cummers, and soon their bodies were slick with sweat, spit, and cowper’s gland secretions.

The doc flipped Ben over onto his knees and began to eat out his ass while one hand rubbed Ben’s massive cock and his other hand played with his own tender area beneath the head of his massive dong.

Soon Ben too was grunting and moaning. His dick was getting slicker and slicker with pre, and he was even sending little jets of hot precum streaming onto the leather couch beneath them.

Feeling the added wetness, the doc started probing harder with his tongue. Moaning more. He was in heaven. Ben’s asshole was beginning to release and the doc started to orally explore inside of him.

“Oh, doc! Fuck! I wish you were small enough that I could take you. But there’s no way that thing would ever fit in me.”

“Don’t worry about it… just enjoy…”

He started to insert one finger into Ben’s ass, lightly tapping on Ben’s prostate from the inside. Ben’s moans began to become screams. The doc tried two fingers; Bens screamed louder. Then three fingers.

Ben was sweating all over. He was heaving and flexing his back in rhythm with the doc’s hand.

“Would it be okay if I try to tease you with just the tip?”

“Oh… YES!”

The doc stood up on the couch, over Ben’s eager ass. He only needed to bend his knees a tiny bit to press his giant head against Ben’s twitching asshole. He pressed on it slightly. He felt Ben’s defenses give way. He teased him some more: back and forth. Slowly and easily, he began to press his bigger-than-a-doorknob head into Ben’s waiting hole.

Ben moaned louder than ever before and thick, hot, jets of cum spurted across the couch, coating every surface in volley after volley of wet, steamy semen.

“FUCCCCCCCCKKKKK!!!”

The doc paused. He felt Ben’s ass contract against his cockhead. His head was only halfway in, and it already was so much to send Ben over the edge.

He waited for Ben’s orgasm to subside. If Stephen was honest with himself, he was a bit disappointed that Ben came so quickly. He was hoping for at least a few more hours of fun.

Ben flipped over onto his back, covering his whole back, traps and ass in his own love juices. He stared dreamily up at the doctor.

“Doc… that was… unbelievable.”

“Glad you liked it.” The doc winked back at him.

“I bet two or three more rounds tonight and I might actually be able to take part of that massive thing inside of me.”

“Two or three-?”

“Yeah… it usually takes at least four orgasms when I’m having sex before my boner will go down. See?”

Ben pointed down at his own mammoth erection. Sure enough, it was just as hard and pulsing as it was minutes ago. The doc smiled broadly.

“Fuck, Ben. You really are going to be the biggest sex god in the world, you know that? I’ve never met a guy who could cum FOUR times without loosing his boner.”

“Well you have now…”

Ben reached around Stephen’s neck and pulled him tight into another deep kiss. Their tongues intertwined.

He reached down and tried to wrap one hand around Stephen’s amazing shaft, to no avail. So he stroked the underside and felt Stephen’s cock quiver. Soon, he broke off the kiss and decided to give his best go at giving this mammoth piece of man-meat a blow job it would remember.

If anyone had been outside, they’d been able to see this whole progression of events in perfect detail through the un-shuttered windows.

 

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It was four-thirty am when Ben’s cellphone alarm chirped. He had set it, just in case, before he left for Stephen’s house. He wanted to make sure that he’d have enough time to head home, shower, change, and get ready for work.

It was a good thing that he planned that. The two men had continued their passionate fucking until nearly two am. Ben ended up coming five times, the doctor twice.

The couch was ruined, literally soaked in the juices of their passion. The doc said not to worry; he’d order another one.

Ben crept off the sticky couch to silence his phone. He was still naked and his soft cock had to be nine inches. It slapped happily across his thighs as he raced to the table where he left his phone the night before.

He clicked the “Stop” button and turned back towards the sleeping giant still on the couch. Stephen opened his eyes lazily. A smile spread across his handsome face as he gazed on Ben.

“Time to go?”

“Yeah. Work. Such a bummer. I’d love to stay and do that all again.”

“Me too.”

“Another time?” Inquired Ben.

“How’s tonight? Asked the Doctor.

“Yeah… I can do that.” He smiled.

“Come here.”

Ben approached the sleeping doc. He reached his thick arms up to Ben and pulled him tightly into his face.

They kissed. Tenderly and lovingly.

They separated.

“I’m so glad you came into my clinic.”

“Fuck, me too, Stephen.”

They smiled. Something was blooming between them. More than affection, more than attraction. They both felt it but were both afraid to name it.

“Hey - by the way… last night you asked about… how I keep my body the way it is…”

“Yeah…”

Stephen paused.

“Would like like to have a body like this too?”

“Fuck, yeah, Stephen! I would…”

“Okay… when you come for your next injections tomorrow… I will have something else waiting there for you. On the house.”

“Ha. Okay…”

“Hey-“

“Yeah?”

A pause.

“Thanks again. Really, Ben. You don’t realize how special you are.”

“Really, Stephen: you are too.”

They clasped each other’s hands and stared into each other’s eyes. Stephen pulled Ben’s fist up to his mouth and gave it a gentle kiss.

Ben blushed.

“Get going, kiddo. Don’t want you to be late for work. Text me later?”

“Yeah of course!”

They smiled. One more sloppy, slightly crunchy hug (from all the dried semen).

And then Ben was off. He didn’t bother with his hoodie. He just put on his jeans and sneakers and left bare chested.

As the headlamps faded from the driveway, the doc smiled with satisfaction to himself.

This was the beginning of something very good. Of this he was certain.

 

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The sun was peeking its head over the horizon by the time Ben’s car skidded to a halt in his parent’s driveway. He quickly donned his hoodie to cover his cum-matted chest and abs. He carried his shoes in his hands.

He rushed through the house, up to his room, and threw his paraphernalia on the bed. He had to make haste if he wanted to make it to work on time.

He dashed into the washroom in his half-unbuttoned jeans and spun the shower handle to its hottest position.

As the water splattered against the sides of the tub and shower curtain, warming up, Ben checked himself out in the mirror. He looked a little tired, sure; but he looked happy. He had a grin on his face that had not faded since leaving the doc’s house.

He unbuttoned his jeans the rest of the way and flung them onto the tiled floor.

Fuck, his cock looked massive. It had to be over nine inches soft right now. If he had time before he left, he reminded himself that he should measure again. He was hoping that he’d hit the ten-inch mark soon.

He flexed his substantial muscles and jiggled his soft cock in front of him. He really was turning into a sex beast, he thought. He was impressed by the changes happening to his body. It really felt was like his dreams were coming true.

He stuck his hand into the shower; it was hot enough. Jumping in he lathered himself up with the soap bar. He paid extra attention to his cock and balls. Even though he’d came so many times the night before, he was still a bit horny. He grappled with his balls, massaging them. They were indeed a bit bigger than when he started. He was feeling stoked for this third round of injections, where hopefully they’d go through a giant growth spurt.

His cock got fully hard at the image of himself juggling massive nuts the size of soup cans. Gigantically oversized. His cock so huge that it would reach up between his pecs without him having to round his spine over at all. Even soaking wet, he could tell pre was beginning to thickly leak out of his cock tip and coat his hand.

He moaned softly in pleasure as he started to get himself off, and then reminded himself about the time: he needed to hurry to make it to work.

He finished rinsing off, quickly washed and conditioned his hair, and turned the shower knob fully to the closed position. He flung back the curtain, and was reaching for the towel when he realized he wasn’t alone in the bathroom.

His younger brother Steven was brushing his teeth at the sink. It wasn’t unusual for he and his brother to share the bathroom, even if one of them was showering. But he hadn’t heard him come in and quickly wondered how much of his moaning his brother had taken in.

His brother was bleary-eyed, clearly having only just woken up, but turned to smile and wave at Ben while he finished his oral hygiene regimen. Ben tried to quickly, but nonchalantly, grab the yellow and beige striped towel to cover his nakedness - but too late, Steven’s eyes had gone wide, the size of saucers, as he took in Ben’s ridiculously oversized, flaccid manhood.

He kept unabashedly staring as Ben tried to towel off with his back to his brother. Ben and Steven had seen each other naked loads of times before, but Ben wasn’t ready to tell his brother about the procedures he’d been undergoing.

Trying to sound casual, he struck up a conversation.

“Hey buddy. Early class this morning?”

Still, Steven was staring. He spit out his mouthful of toothpaste into the sink. “Uh, yeah. And I need to hit the library beforehand to get some additional research done for my paper.”

His eyes hadn’t left Ben’s crotch area, even with Ben trying his best to keep things down there covered.

Steven, never one for subtly, blurted out: “Dude. Seriously… what happened to your dick?”

He pointed at Ben’s crotch. Ben feigned an awkward laugh.

“Oh, he he. Guess I’ve had a bit of a growth spurt, eh?”

“Fuck man! You’re hung like a fucking donkey. I mean, you’ve always been pretty big… but like, fuck, Ben!”

“Ha. Yeah. Thanks.”

Ben wrapped the towel around his waist and started to skirt his way behind Steven towards the door; he would finish his grooming practices once he’d come back with some clothes on. But he only made it part way; Stephen grabbed the front of Ben’s towel and ripped it open, revealing his mammoth, heavy cock and low hanging nuts.

His jaw dropped open. Ben tried to put one hand in front of himself, but Steven batted the hand away and reached for Ben’s giant schlong.

Ben and Steven had a physically comfortable relationship. Ben was mostly gay, Stephen was mostly straight; but they’d been open with touching each other’s bodies in a non-sexual way their whole lives. They didn’t usually ever touch each other’s manhoods… but there had been a couple notable exceptions.

This was one of them. Ben wasn’t prepared for his adult brother to wrap his hand around his hanging cock and hoist it up in the air. So much of his flesh dangled past the end of Stephen’s grasp that still four or five inches pointed directly down towards the bath mat.

“How big is this thing, Ben?”

Ben gulped. “About ten inches.”

“Fuck! I don’t remember you being anywhere near this size!”

“Yeah, it’s happened recently.”

Stephen let go of Ben’s cock and it made a mighty sloping noise against Ben’s thighs before settling down between them.

“Wow. Well, I hope I have a late growth spurt like you!”

Ben assumed Steven was around seven inches, based on his flaccid size, which was a little bit smaller than Ben’s starting dimensions. From what he’d heard from Steven’s friends, the ladies loved his cock, though; and his little bother was developing quite the reputation for being a young Casanova.

Ben sheepishly grinned. “Well, yeah… me too… if you want that.”

“Fuck man! I hope so! Is dad that hung?”

“No idea.”

Okay, now this was getting awkward. Ben rewrapped the towel around himself, nodded to his brother, and slid out the door. He heard his brother go back to his teeth brushing once he was outside.

He took a deep breath.

He hated to admit it to himself, but he kinda liked having his eighteen-year-old, studly brother admire him so much. He had always secretly had fantasies of the two of them in a threesome together. Ben wasn’t normally into ladies; but somehow the image of fucking alongside his stud, kid brother turned him on in a way.

He went back to his room and picked out a black polo and dark jeans. He was beginning to dress himself when he remembered that he wanted to get a new measurement.

With simply the thought of wanting to check his gains, Ben’s cock was hard in moments. He waddled towards his desk drawer with his pants halfway down his thighs; his dick almost seemed to pulse bigger with excitement.

He found the orange, plastic ruler; laid it on his throbbing cock; and pressed it slightly into the base. He scanned down the ruler: past the six inch mark, past the seven, past the eight inch mark (halfway above which he started), past the nine inch mark.

Ten inches. He was practically there. Close enough for it to count.

A grin erupted on Ben’s face from ear to ear. He pulled up his pants and tried to shove his hard-on inside… but it wouldn’t fit.

He had officially grown too big to be able to have an erection in his jeans. “Fuck!” He thought proudly.

 

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I had a great time last night.

Ben smiled as he read the text message again. His car reached a red light, so he hazarded a quick reply:

Me too. Seriously. Want to try again tonight?

Sent. The light turned green; he drove on.

He wove around corners and down suburban streets. He was working again today at the liquor store, helping to restock and move displays while the store needed extra hands during its refurbishment.

Chirp. Another text back.

MMMMMMMM. Hell yeah I do. I have to be at the clinic till at least seven. Want to grab dinner after?

He smiled. At a stop sign Ben replied:

Hell yes!

Sent. Two more blocks and he’d be at the store. Just on time. He drove swiftly down the tree lined street and parked at the far end of the lot, near the road.

As he unbuckled his seatbelt, a reply came through:

Perfect. I’ll text you where to meet me later this afternoon. Jumping into a conference call. Have a great morning, stud.

Back at you! Ben replied.

Adjusting his chubby cock, Ben made his way towards the glass doors of the store. They were locked, as it was still two hours before opening time; but a full-time employee was waiting nearby to open them and allow Ben access.

“Hey! Nice to see you again, man.” The employee was a friendly, mid-twenties year-old guy with dusty brown hair named Trevor. Ben had worked with him the two other times he had filled-in at this store. Super cute in a nerdy kind of way.

Ben smiled and shook his hand. “Nice to see you too, bud. Meeting in back again?”

“Yep! Just waiting for one more to show up.”

“Nice. See you back there!”

Ben made his way through the store. The business had been undergoing some major renovations. Attempting to rebrand itself as a more high-end, boutique-style spirits store (rather than the generic, big-box, chain liquor store that it had been for the past two decades), flooring was being replaced, walls painted, curtains hung. It was starting to look very nice.

For whatever reasons, the owners had decided to keep the store up and running while these structural modifications took place, which meant merchandise had to be continuously reshuffled around the premises while areas were sectioned off to be worked on.

They had brought on three temp workers, Ben included, to handle the extra workload. Ben was told to anticipate three weeks of work with this company, before his temp office would again resettle him with something else. He was glad to see how well his undergraduate degree was serving him with steady work.

Cutting across the French wine aisle, he made his way to the back storage room, where assignments were dealt out and workers could rest on their break time. The permanent staff here was nice enough; they were welcoming and encouraging.

Stan was shift leader today. A mid-forties guy with thinning hair and thick glasses. He had a clipboard in his hands and a pencil behind one ear. He smiled as Ben walked in, reviewing his notes.

Ben stashed his effects in a corner and climbed up onto a stool. As he was about to sit down, he realized his epically long cock was in the way and discreetly tried to adjust himself before fully sitting. The young woman with long, shockingly auburn hair sitting next to him watched him as he did so. Ben noticed her try to hide a smile. Instead of feeling embarrassed he smiled at her and made a facial expression like “what’s a guy to do, eh?” And she blushed. Her skin darkening almost enough to match her hair.

Ben turned and stared at the empty space ahead of him.

The clock above the door clicked its minute hand to the twelve; it was officially seven o’clock. Trevor and another young employee skirted in and shut the door behind them.

They all turned to Stan who started giving them the run down of the tasks for the morning before the store opened. He doled out responsibilities and asked everyone to reconvene at eight forty-five, fifteen minutes before the store officially welcomed patrons.

Set to their tasks, the team dispersed to go ahead with their work. Ben, needing to take a piss, headed to the men’s room for relief. He noticed Trevor trailing a few steps behind him as he headed that way.

As he reached the bathroom door, Trevor was still dogging his steps, so Ben opened the door and motioned the fellow worker inside.

“Thanks, man.” Trevor said.

“No problem.” Ben replied.

The bathroom was nondescript and clinically clean; the store manager relished fastidiousness like a miser relished money. There was one stall at the far end and two urinals next to the sink with no divider between them.

Trevor stepped up to the urinal on the left, unzipped, and waited for the urine to flow. Ben walked to the urinal to the right of him and tried to very discreetly check out the shape of the manhood held in Trevor’s hand. He was unsuccessful; Trevor was leaning too close and blocking the view with his right hand.

Ben unzipped his pants, reached in, and tugged …but nothing happened: his cock was stuck. He tugged again, but his cock barely budged a half-inch.

He tried a third time with a tremendous amount of force, and by now he was causing a little bit of a scene. His cock was just too big; he couldn’t get it out.

Trevor, trying not to look over, jokingly said: “Having a bit of trouble over there, mate?”

Ben, unsure how to reply simply said: “Yeah, a bit.”

Opting to unbutton the top of his pants, he gave a final mighty tug on his dick; and like a python uncurling from its nest, over nine inches of heavy, thick, man-cock flopped its way down to the urinal basin.

Now human eyes are attracted by motion anyways, but there was no way that Trevor could have missed the forearm sized softie that just deluged into the air beside him. The motion of seeing what might have been a wild animal tumble out of Ben’s pants made him take a step back from Ben while he was still pissing midstream; he stared blatantly at Ben’s cock.

“What the fuck, man?!” Trevor said it before he could stop himself. He was still peeing into the urinal, but just barely, as his body was not quarter turned towards Ben.

Ben could clearly see Trevor’s cock now. It was probably about three inches soft, his head covered in foreskin. Trevor’s mouth was hanging agape.

Turning slightly to face Trevor so he could see his distended manhood in all its glory, Ben shrugged his shoulders and said, “Sorry, man… sometime he gets stuck and has a hard time getting out.”

As if nothing had happened, Ben turned back towards the urinal ahead of him and immediately began pissing. He had a cocky as hell grin on his face and stood nearly a foot back from the basin so his cock could still be easily examined.

Trevor turned back to the urinal ahead of him and continued peeing while still taking sidelong glances at Ben’s cock.

“No, no; it’s okay… I was just… I’d never seen such a huge one before, that’s all. Scared me.”

“Ha. Yeah, it’s a little bit scary.” Ben replied.

There was a pause as both of them finished emptying their bladders.

“Have you always been that big?” Trevor wondered.

“Yeah,” Ben lied, “ever since I was a kid.”

“Wow. I guess you get used to it, but it still gets in the way, huh? Surprised you can even walk with that thing.”

“It just takes practice.” Ben turned his face to wink at Trevor. Trevor turned his face at the same time to look at Ben. Their eyes connected and a jolt of electricity shot between them.

Trevor was still holding his cock in his hand, and out of the corner of his eye, Ben noticed that it was growing longer and thicker. Trevor was getting a hard on.

Knowing that he was giving someone else a boner, Ben’s cock began to respond in reciprocity. It started to become more turgid in his grasp.

“Can I ask how big it gets?” Trevor kept looking Ben in the eye.

“Yeah… sure… it’s over ten inches,” Ben fibbed again, “But it’s been getting even bigger lately. See?”

He pulled back from the urinal so Trevor could take in the full length of his three-quarters hard penis.

Trevor’s mouth dropped open again; his cock became rock hard, straining in his grasp. It had to be near five inches max.

“I never knew they could grow that big…” He was staring at Ben’s manhood like a child eyeing a candy display.

Ben smirked, and tried to shove it back into his pants, with only moderate success. Since it wasn’t fully hard, he could bend it enough to drape it towards his hip and out into the pocket of his pants. Buttoning his pants and zipping them back closed, his dick extended through the lining of his pocket, out of the opening at the top of the pocket, and into the air: extending a full inch pass the end of Ben’s hip bone.

Ben pulled down his polo to cover his monster bulge. It hid it, but only barely.

Trevor shoved his five-inch, twitching hard-on easily into his pants and buttoned up; the bulge was almost unnoticeable.

The two men walked to the sinks, washed their hands, and felt the silence wrapped around them as viscerally as a blanket wrapped around their shoulders.

Trevor tried to catch Ben’s eyes in the mirror, but Ben just checked out his reflection as if nothing happened. Drying off his hands with a paper towel, Ben opened the door and gestured for Trevor to proceed him.

“After you, sir.” Ben gallantly offered.

Trevor nodded, blushed, and swallowed. He took a deep breath as he filed past Ben and back into the florescent lit store. Ben smiled as he followed him and let the door shut behind them both.

Ben had a feeling that Trevor was going to be sticking a little bit closer to him throughout their morning shift today.

 

[dredlifter]

Damn this is a hot story. Love that you inserted some muscle growth. The hung, mature, bodybuilder doc sounds so HOT!

 

[deleted866067]

I came so much to this

 

[neon_beaches]

Hot

 

[icedogg33]

Definitely excited to see how monstrously huge Ben gets

 

[sessacock]

A lot of people are excited for Ben and the doctor, but I'm hoping for more Trevor personally.

 

[AJnCJ]

More please