Grow lamp 2: peter principle
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Jeremy had warned me ages ago that there was such thing as too much of a good thing.
In his case, it had been when his cock got too huge to be practical.
In my case, it was my crazy magic stink.
Though to be honest, the dick situation was beginning to worry me as well.
The first day wasn’t so bad. I had friends who dumpster-dived and i could see the appeal — like finding buried treasure, or stumbling on an ancient tomb.
And much like proper archeologists, we were armed with maps and grids and a plan, but even so, it was daunting. Accounting for possible shifts and the months of additional garbage gave us a pretty wide area to search. We had tools, and even a fake permit in case we got questioned. Joey had worked some construction and demolition for his uncle and had a good idea of how to carefully sort stuff as we went. He was a huge help, and I found myself seeing something I hadn’t even looked for before. I’d been busy comparing muscles and form.
Joey was smart. And clever. He had adopted this jock persona almost as a defense mechanism in his family, but he had the smarts and intuitive grasp of a proper engineer. He could excel in anything he tried, really, but taking over a construction company seemed a waste of his talent.
That said, the work was hard, and I worked up a healthy sweat quickly....which was when I realized that I couldn’t even smell the garbage anymore, but I could smell my own sweat and its supernatural tang. And shortly after, I realized that I was getting distracted and needed a quick wank.
When I shouted that I was taking a break, Joey sprinted over, his muscular body glistening in the sun. He stopped about twenty feet away, and gasped.
“Damn, you are kicking out some serious magic stink,” he said.
“Man, it’s so troublesome,” I said. “It’s so freaky.”
“I like the smell. I don’t like that you’re basically turning on anyone within 20-30 feet. But it also beats the garbage smell.”
“Well, keep working, I’d like to be able to go out in public safely again.”
“Weren’t you taking a break?”
“Yah, I gotta pound one out.”
“Awww. Save some for later.”
A quick air- kiss and he was gone.
I cleaned off with the paper towels I’d brought out, hauled out my huge dick, and started to masturbate. It wasn’t fun, it just needed to be done. I had fresh images of Joey, three of us lamp-victims—to think about.. I was a bit brutal, pretending not to notice how the fat monster forced my hands just a little wider, or how it looked just a hair longer, or how my balls seemed particularly large. I aimed for an old rusted pot and shot my load....goodness. Had to be half a pint or more. Then I set it aside, wiped off as best I could, and stuffed myself back into my pants.
It was the fifth time that morning, after the wake up sex.
Cue some lunch nookie — and actual lunch — and hours of trying to work around an increasingly girthy boner.
By the time we wrapped up that first day, I’d downed nearly two gallons of water, and fired off half of that in cum. The distraction level was high, because I was stuck in a bubble of my own super pheromones, even after I made a makeshift filter out of a water soaked bandana.
And when we got back together to compare notes, the others commented on the increased aura. They could pick up my scent nearly fifty feet away, and it got very intense within ten feet. We tried using an outdoor shower, hoping the worst would get washed away, and it helped some, but it was clear that the cabin was going to reek of me that night....
In his case, it had been when his cock got too huge to be practical.
In my case, it was my crazy magic stink.
Though to be honest, the dick situation was beginning to worry me as well.
The first day wasn’t so bad. I had friends who dumpster-dived and i could see the appeal — like finding buried treasure, or stumbling on an ancient tomb.
And much like proper archeologists, we were armed with maps and grids and a plan, but even so, it was daunting. Accounting for possible shifts and the months of additional garbage gave us a pretty wide area to search. We had tools, and even a fake permit in case we got questioned. Joey had worked some construction and demolition for his uncle and had a good idea of how to carefully sort stuff as we went. He was a huge help, and I found myself seeing something I hadn’t even looked for before. I’d been busy comparing muscles and form.
Joey was smart. And clever. He had adopted this jock persona almost as a defense mechanism in his family, but he had the smarts and intuitive grasp of a proper engineer. He could excel in anything he tried, really, but taking over a construction company seemed a waste of his talent.
That said, the work was hard, and I worked up a healthy sweat quickly....which was when I realized that I couldn’t even smell the garbage anymore, but I could smell my own sweat and its supernatural tang. And shortly after, I realized that I was getting distracted and needed a quick wank.
When I shouted that I was taking a break, Joey sprinted over, his muscular body glistening in the sun. He stopped about twenty feet away, and gasped.
“Damn, you are kicking out some serious magic stink,” he said.
“Man, it’s so troublesome,” I said. “It’s so freaky.”
“I like the smell. I don’t like that you’re basically turning on anyone within 20-30 feet. But it also beats the garbage smell.”
“Well, keep working, I’d like to be able to go out in public safely again.”
“Weren’t you taking a break?”
“Yah, I gotta pound one out.”
“Awww. Save some for later.”
A quick air- kiss and he was gone.
I cleaned off with the paper towels I’d brought out, hauled out my huge dick, and started to masturbate. It wasn’t fun, it just needed to be done. I had fresh images of Joey, three of us lamp-victims—to think about.. I was a bit brutal, pretending not to notice how the fat monster forced my hands just a little wider, or how it looked just a hair longer, or how my balls seemed particularly large. I aimed for an old rusted pot and shot my load....goodness. Had to be half a pint or more. Then I set it aside, wiped off as best I could, and stuffed myself back into my pants.
It was the fifth time that morning, after the wake up sex.
Cue some lunch nookie — and actual lunch — and hours of trying to work around an increasingly girthy boner.
By the time we wrapped up that first day, I’d downed nearly two gallons of water, and fired off half of that in cum. The distraction level was high, because I was stuck in a bubble of my own super pheromones, even after I made a makeshift filter out of a water soaked bandana.
And when we got back together to compare notes, the others commented on the increased aura. They could pick up my scent nearly fifty feet away, and it got very intense within ten feet. We tried using an outdoor shower, hoping the worst would get washed away, and it helped some, but it was clear that the cabin was going to reek of me that night....
I towered off and joined the others for dinner wearing only my undies. Didn’t seem much point in getting dressed, and i wanted to see if the clothing was concentrating the pheromone thing or helping mask it.
“That scent of yours is something else. We could smell you all the way over in our section,” Jeremy said.
“It had the usual effect,” Tom laughed. “This is now the most disgusting place I have ever had sex. Much worse than that bathroom in O’Hare.”
“You know what’s weird, though?” Joey mused. “Either I am getting used to it, or something else is going on, because while I could smell it, and I felt turned on, it wasn’t unstoppable like before.”
“That’s interesting,” Tom said thoughtfully, as he pulled the army of chicken breasts off the grill one by one. “Because I think for us, it has been the other way round. Hell, I can smell you clearly even now, over the barbecue sauce.”
“I noticed,” said Jeremy, gesturing at Tom’s erection. “But it really is an issue. Maybe Joey is just more used to it? He has been exposed all semester.”
“Oh I am turned on, for sure,” Joey said, tucking in, “but some of us aren’t magically enhanced sex monsters, so maybe I am just maxed out. Like I hit some boner plateau and I can’t get any more turned on. Or maybe once you’ve been fucked by Peter, you’ve been marked and it doesn’t need to ramp up the arousal.”
“Damn, you got that monster in you?” Tom laughed, and Joey blushed, torn between his competitive instinct and his embarrassment.
“Obviously not all of it. Remember it was smaller last night. I don’t know what we can do tonight, but I don’t think there are too many more chances for me to be the bottom. And saying that, I can’t believe that I was convinced I was straight a week ago.”
“Still, I wish we had the tools to do proper science on this stuff.”
“Magic, man. No way is this science.”
“Yeah, fine, I get the cause is magic, but the effects are measurable and therefore we can do science on that part. For the rest, we will just go with quantum stuff being the trigger.”
“Peter never told me you guys were big old nerds. This is like comic book science or something.”
“Guilty,” Tom and Jeremy laughed, together.
Under other circumstances the chatter would be cute or sexy, but it was starting to grate on me. I felt like nothing more than an object of lust and I didn’t like it much. But my poker face was good, and I said nothing and smiled indulgently as the three of them discussed logistics of oversized dicks.
I put my head in my hand. We needed to solve this.
As predicted, things quickly coalesced. We opened the window in the bedroom, but it wasn’t much help. Before long, the whole room was concentrated magic stink, and Joey was feeling the effects as though in a drunken haze. But it was also clear that his body was having trouble keeping up with his libido. We only managed one more session with him as the bottom, when it became clear that we risked hurting him. It didn’t matter much to me, because everything turned me on and there seemed no limit to how much spunk I could produce. But Joey, fine specimen that he was, was simply exhausted and passed out after his second volley. The temptation to just keep fucking was disturbingly strong. I was so strong now that I could have my way with him, should I choose.
And I found myself annoyed. It wasn’t fair to either of us, and fuck if I was going to become some sex crazed beast. I had wanted some of this, sure, but I’d been content just to catch up to Joey. Now I was evolving beyond his ability to keep up.
And I didn’t know whether I wanted him to catch up, or to go back to normal.
“That scent of yours is something else. We could smell you all the way over in our section,” Jeremy said.
“It had the usual effect,” Tom laughed. “This is now the most disgusting place I have ever had sex. Much worse than that bathroom in O’Hare.”
“You know what’s weird, though?” Joey mused. “Either I am getting used to it, or something else is going on, because while I could smell it, and I felt turned on, it wasn’t unstoppable like before.”
“That’s interesting,” Tom said thoughtfully, as he pulled the army of chicken breasts off the grill one by one. “Because I think for us, it has been the other way round. Hell, I can smell you clearly even now, over the barbecue sauce.”
“I noticed,” said Jeremy, gesturing at Tom’s erection. “But it really is an issue. Maybe Joey is just more used to it? He has been exposed all semester.”
“Oh I am turned on, for sure,” Joey said, tucking in, “but some of us aren’t magically enhanced sex monsters, so maybe I am just maxed out. Like I hit some boner plateau and I can’t get any more turned on. Or maybe once you’ve been fucked by Peter, you’ve been marked and it doesn’t need to ramp up the arousal.”
“Damn, you got that monster in you?” Tom laughed, and Joey blushed, torn between his competitive instinct and his embarrassment.
“Obviously not all of it. Remember it was smaller last night. I don’t know what we can do tonight, but I don’t think there are too many more chances for me to be the bottom. And saying that, I can’t believe that I was convinced I was straight a week ago.”
“Still, I wish we had the tools to do proper science on this stuff.”
“Magic, man. No way is this science.”
“Yeah, fine, I get the cause is magic, but the effects are measurable and therefore we can do science on that part. For the rest, we will just go with quantum stuff being the trigger.”
“Peter never told me you guys were big old nerds. This is like comic book science or something.”
“Guilty,” Tom and Jeremy laughed, together.
Under other circumstances the chatter would be cute or sexy, but it was starting to grate on me. I felt like nothing more than an object of lust and I didn’t like it much. But my poker face was good, and I said nothing and smiled indulgently as the three of them discussed logistics of oversized dicks.
I put my head in my hand. We needed to solve this.
As predicted, things quickly coalesced. We opened the window in the bedroom, but it wasn’t much help. Before long, the whole room was concentrated magic stink, and Joey was feeling the effects as though in a drunken haze. But it was also clear that his body was having trouble keeping up with his libido. We only managed one more session with him as the bottom, when it became clear that we risked hurting him. It didn’t matter much to me, because everything turned me on and there seemed no limit to how much spunk I could produce. But Joey, fine specimen that he was, was simply exhausted and passed out after his second volley. The temptation to just keep fucking was disturbingly strong. I was so strong now that I could have my way with him, should I choose.
And I found myself annoyed. It wasn’t fair to either of us, and fuck if I was going to become some sex crazed beast. I had wanted some of this, sure, but I’d been content just to catch up to Joey. Now I was evolving beyond his ability to keep up.
And I didn’t know whether I wanted him to catch up, or to go back to normal.
Morning broke, and with it, any chance at passing for normal. Fuck.
Joey looked like a broken doll, snoring softly, obviously well used and exhausted, in a rather large wet spot.
The culprit was easy to spot. It was hard to miss. My dick was what woke me in the first place, straining so hard and erect it woke me out of a sound sleep.
Jesus, I had put on some size. Luckily, the measuring tape was nearby... and holy cow, that was insane. I mean, my sense of proportion was increasingly off, like my brain couldn’t keep pace with the changes I’d undergone. But I wasn’t expecting to gain almost five inches of cock overnight.
Fifty two centimeters. Over 20.5 inches.
Before, since I hit 10-11 inches, the growth had been proportion, but now it looked outsized as it poked my huge pecs. Shit, at 20.5 inches, I was nearly 11 inches around now, and the head was even bigger. Just monstrous, but then, I could tell my body had grown too. I stood carefully up, and winced when my hair brushed the ceiling.
That would put me at just over 7 feet; the cabin’s ceilings weren’t terribly high. From up here, joey looked adorable, and rather tiny.
“Whoa, am I still dreaming?” Joey sat up, bleary eyed and blinking. He sniffed.
Oh yeah, the stink. Reminded, I noticed it too, but more, I noticed that I could smell Joey distinctly as well. And faintly, the smell of sex nearby.
“That’s new,” I said aloud.
“So is that,” Joey said, pointing at my enormous cock, glassy eyed and clearly influenced by my pheromone. I could smell the lust washing off him, instinctively knowing who and what it meant. “It isn’t going in my ass, but i have some other ideas...”
As we made the best of the awkward logistics — my arms were probably as big as Joeys waist now, and my dick was almost a third of his height — I registered the scents around me with increasing accuracy. I could almost see the feedback loop at work, with my stink triggering his lust, which made me increasingly horny, and so forth. I began to fear we would fuck ourselves to death. Well, not fuck, but damned if having my sexy roommate attack my giant cock with everything he had wasn’t good enough. Three huge loads from me, and two from him, and we could finally think straight again.
When we entered the main room, though, we saw the door wide open, and heard the sounds of a struggle outside. I nearly banged my head (didn’t duck far enough as I ran and grazed the doorway) getting out of the cabin, but whatever I thought I heard, I was momentarily confused by the scents around me.
“Wait,” I said, blocking Joey from running past. “I need a sec to focus.” I closed my eyes and just let the smells settle. Oh, that was...
“Um, I think I know what is happening,” Joey said.
“Tom and Jeremy are fucking themselves silly about fifty or sixty feet away, to our left,”I answered.
“Yeah, I think so, but that’s because they’re not in their room, and I think that’s Jeremy’s shirt over there. Wait, you weren’t looking, how did you—“
“I um...can smell them.”
“Huh. Cool. Only fair, we can all smell you,” he said, clutching my waist.
I wasn’t the only one who had grown. Jeremy was massive, though not much taller. Just...wider. And Tom seemed to have lengthened a bit, mostly in the abs and arms. Both spirited monstrous dicks, but neither was quite as big as mine. They had woken up an hour earlier, choking on my magic stink, and had the sense to fuck outside, so eventually they’d break free of its lust inducing power.
“Shit, you really caught up. And you’re going to have to watch it with that baseball bat, you could put someone’s eye out with it,” Tom chuckled. “How you holding up, Joey?”
“I’m wiped, and hungry,” Joey answered. “Everything feels sore, like I overworked all my muscles.”
“I think we all feel that way. Right, let’s eat, improvise something for clothing, and tackle the search,” Jeremy said. “Well, maybe Peter better shower first,” he said, “so we don’t get too distracted.”
I agreed, but when I loped off to do so, but as water ran, realized I could still kind of hear them talking. Only every couple of words, but from what I managed to hear, it seems like they were more concerned about the side effects of my pheromones then they’d let on. They’d barely been able to stop themselves this morning, and even sixty feet away, they felt the influence strongly. But I couldn’t make out what Joey said in response.
Showering was not easy, since the shower was designed to fit a human. Not a seven foot muscle monster. But the water was hot, and I liberally used all the scented body wash I could. I felt supercharged, and damned if I didn’t get horny again rubbing my hands all over my marble sculpted muscles. The miraculous fuck stick eagerly taunted me...hell, it wasn’t even an effort to reach it,but I was sad to discover that couldn’t fit the giant helmet into my mouth. I’d never had a large mouth, but that dude from Aerosmith couldn’t have choked this beast down. But licking it and stroking it were entertainment enough, and the satisfying release was worth it. But after that, as I let the water wash over my finally softening dick, I began to worry. What if we never found the lamp? What if it didn’t work? The thought of being actual giants fleetingly materialized, but my practical side started to list possible problems. Food was one. Physics was another. Then there was biology. We could literally grow ourselves to death, at this rate, and chances were we’d be dissected before too long. Freakishly short life seemed likely.
As I towelled off, and liberally applied deodorant, I wondered if we would find the lamp before any sort of normalcy passed beyond hope.
Joey looked like a broken doll, snoring softly, obviously well used and exhausted, in a rather large wet spot.
The culprit was easy to spot. It was hard to miss. My dick was what woke me in the first place, straining so hard and erect it woke me out of a sound sleep.
Jesus, I had put on some size. Luckily, the measuring tape was nearby... and holy cow, that was insane. I mean, my sense of proportion was increasingly off, like my brain couldn’t keep pace with the changes I’d undergone. But I wasn’t expecting to gain almost five inches of cock overnight.
Fifty two centimeters. Over 20.5 inches.
Before, since I hit 10-11 inches, the growth had been proportion, but now it looked outsized as it poked my huge pecs. Shit, at 20.5 inches, I was nearly 11 inches around now, and the head was even bigger. Just monstrous, but then, I could tell my body had grown too. I stood carefully up, and winced when my hair brushed the ceiling.
That would put me at just over 7 feet; the cabin’s ceilings weren’t terribly high. From up here, joey looked adorable, and rather tiny.
“Whoa, am I still dreaming?” Joey sat up, bleary eyed and blinking. He sniffed.
Oh yeah, the stink. Reminded, I noticed it too, but more, I noticed that I could smell Joey distinctly as well. And faintly, the smell of sex nearby.
“That’s new,” I said aloud.
“So is that,” Joey said, pointing at my enormous cock, glassy eyed and clearly influenced by my pheromone. I could smell the lust washing off him, instinctively knowing who and what it meant. “It isn’t going in my ass, but i have some other ideas...”
As we made the best of the awkward logistics — my arms were probably as big as Joeys waist now, and my dick was almost a third of his height — I registered the scents around me with increasing accuracy. I could almost see the feedback loop at work, with my stink triggering his lust, which made me increasingly horny, and so forth. I began to fear we would fuck ourselves to death. Well, not fuck, but damned if having my sexy roommate attack my giant cock with everything he had wasn’t good enough. Three huge loads from me, and two from him, and we could finally think straight again.
When we entered the main room, though, we saw the door wide open, and heard the sounds of a struggle outside. I nearly banged my head (didn’t duck far enough as I ran and grazed the doorway) getting out of the cabin, but whatever I thought I heard, I was momentarily confused by the scents around me.
“Wait,” I said, blocking Joey from running past. “I need a sec to focus.” I closed my eyes and just let the smells settle. Oh, that was...
“Um, I think I know what is happening,” Joey said.
“Tom and Jeremy are fucking themselves silly about fifty or sixty feet away, to our left,”I answered.
“Yeah, I think so, but that’s because they’re not in their room, and I think that’s Jeremy’s shirt over there. Wait, you weren’t looking, how did you—“
“I um...can smell them.”
“Huh. Cool. Only fair, we can all smell you,” he said, clutching my waist.
I wasn’t the only one who had grown. Jeremy was massive, though not much taller. Just...wider. And Tom seemed to have lengthened a bit, mostly in the abs and arms. Both spirited monstrous dicks, but neither was quite as big as mine. They had woken up an hour earlier, choking on my magic stink, and had the sense to fuck outside, so eventually they’d break free of its lust inducing power.
“Shit, you really caught up. And you’re going to have to watch it with that baseball bat, you could put someone’s eye out with it,” Tom chuckled. “How you holding up, Joey?”
“I’m wiped, and hungry,” Joey answered. “Everything feels sore, like I overworked all my muscles.”
“I think we all feel that way. Right, let’s eat, improvise something for clothing, and tackle the search,” Jeremy said. “Well, maybe Peter better shower first,” he said, “so we don’t get too distracted.”
I agreed, but when I loped off to do so, but as water ran, realized I could still kind of hear them talking. Only every couple of words, but from what I managed to hear, it seems like they were more concerned about the side effects of my pheromones then they’d let on. They’d barely been able to stop themselves this morning, and even sixty feet away, they felt the influence strongly. But I couldn’t make out what Joey said in response.
Showering was not easy, since the shower was designed to fit a human. Not a seven foot muscle monster. But the water was hot, and I liberally used all the scented body wash I could. I felt supercharged, and damned if I didn’t get horny again rubbing my hands all over my marble sculpted muscles. The miraculous fuck stick eagerly taunted me...hell, it wasn’t even an effort to reach it,but I was sad to discover that couldn’t fit the giant helmet into my mouth. I’d never had a large mouth, but that dude from Aerosmith couldn’t have choked this beast down. But licking it and stroking it were entertainment enough, and the satisfying release was worth it. But after that, as I let the water wash over my finally softening dick, I began to worry. What if we never found the lamp? What if it didn’t work? The thought of being actual giants fleetingly materialized, but my practical side started to list possible problems. Food was one. Physics was another. Then there was biology. We could literally grow ourselves to death, at this rate, and chances were we’d be dissected before too long. Freakishly short life seemed likely.
As I towelled off, and liberally applied deodorant, I wondered if we would find the lamp before any sort of normalcy passed beyond hope.
Morning saw hours of desperately sorting, while half distracted by morbid thoughts (what if my body collapsed under its own size? If my organs burst or my heart exploded, unable to keep up with the demands of a body the size of a jumbo jet?) and half distracted by a dick determined to hit the two foot mark. I stopped every so often to quickly rub out an unsatisfying quart of spooge, my oversized balls happy to keep supplying more with every stray thought.
I could tell I was still growing, not just downnbelow, but all over. Around 11am, my hair suddenly broke free of the ponytail, blowing all around my face and neck...and teasing my nipples when it settled. Even writing off the proportional growth that kept it roughly the same shoulder length it had been as I piled on a foot of height, that was like another few inches. I was fairly certain it hadn’t been that long when I washed it in the shower that morning. It smelled nice, mostly of the shampoo but also with a tinge of sweat and the scent that I seemed to give off in huge amounts. The shirt I’d tried to wear was a lost cause (too big for Joey, too small for the rest of us), so I ripped a strip of it off and tied back my locks.
The fact that I could detect my own scent, and, oddly, those distinct scents that meant Joey, and Jeremy and Tom, was a little weird. Which, under the circumstances, seemed even odder. I’d always had a fairly sensitive nose, being the reliable tester of whether the milk was off, or whether meat had started to turn. Looking back, given how much of my time had been spent in the back of a Chinese restaurant when. I was a kid, I’d have expected my sense of smell to be lost in the assault of frying oil, garlic, onions, and meat by the time I was ten or so. Okay, so I had a good sense of smell, but why would it be the thing that got so tweaked by the lamp? Vague memories of biology classes and nature channel shows reminded me at many animals communicate through scents, and in particular, through pheromones that signaled sexual interest or need.
Family pressures and my own discomfort at being scrawny had kept my from really dealing with my own sexuality all through high school, when the locker rooms held as much danger for me as watching the girls play volleyball. But even as I thought back on those years, the strongest memories were of the particular scent of the locker room. No amount of cleaning and bleach can fully suppress the scent of hundreds of teenage boys. Even now, I could distinctly recall the scents of one or two of my friends who shared gym class with me.
Okay, break it down into digestible chunks, I thought. I have always had a good sense of smell. Animals communicate sexual desire via scents and pheromones. The lamp had bathed me in some light that had activated all of my hormonal systems to stimulate growth....no, not just growth.
Improvement. Improvement that we guided to some extent, but if what Jeremy had said about his first experience with the lamp was true, the lamp also reacted to subconscious desire.
Digestible chunks. Why would it tweak my sense of smell? Because I spent a decade lusting after boys and girls and having almost no clue whether they were into me or not, and afraid to find out. Had the lamp somehow seized on that? If so, then tweaking my olfactory senses meant I could tell whether they were interested....and my own beefed up pheromones seemed to guarantee they would be.
Huh, that almost made sense, in a comic book science way. The lamp was giving me what it thought I wanted, and needed.
I closed my eyes, and concentrated on my nose. It took some effort to tune out he intense background noise of the landfill — while we were in the junk portion rather than the organic waste area (thank goodness), it wasn’t very far away. The stench was strong but distant, and I could just about ignore it. I knew Joey was near, and he probably smelled like himself, plus a bit of me. Could I use my own scent to find him? Cautiously, and feeling more than a little like a bloodhound, I sniffed at my own pits, steeling myself for the wave of sexual buzz that followed, but determined to ride it out. Ignore the burning need in your aching groin, Peter. Focus on the smell itself....
Whoa. There it was, for certain, to my left and rear, maybe thirty feet away...I opened my eyes and spun round, but no Joey. But, there on a relatively clean tabletop, sat my towel. Just about thirty feet away.
I tried again...feeling more than a bit like Luke Skywalker with a blast helmet, reaching out through the force.
Damned if it didn’t work. There was Joey’s scent, faint but present, from when we’d parted earlier.
Ten minutes of tracking later and I knew without a doubt that he was nearly thirty yards away.. and that he was peeing, behind a mound of old rusty compressed bed frames and pots and pans.
I hid, intending to surprise him, and concentrated on his unique scent, which was becoming more distinct to me. I could even tell he was aroused. I heard him finish off and mutter to himself.
“Dude, that is not helping. Why am I chubbing up now? I’m friggin exhausted from sex, got no time for a damned boner.”
Shit, was I close enough for my scent to affect him? He was better than 60-70 feet away, if I had it right.
Then, I got a sudden change in the arousal I detected. A different excitement.
Joey gave an excited, almost wordless shout of victory.
“Shit shit shit...holy fuck is that the lamp?”
I could tell I was still growing, not just downnbelow, but all over. Around 11am, my hair suddenly broke free of the ponytail, blowing all around my face and neck...and teasing my nipples when it settled. Even writing off the proportional growth that kept it roughly the same shoulder length it had been as I piled on a foot of height, that was like another few inches. I was fairly certain it hadn’t been that long when I washed it in the shower that morning. It smelled nice, mostly of the shampoo but also with a tinge of sweat and the scent that I seemed to give off in huge amounts. The shirt I’d tried to wear was a lost cause (too big for Joey, too small for the rest of us), so I ripped a strip of it off and tied back my locks.
The fact that I could detect my own scent, and, oddly, those distinct scents that meant Joey, and Jeremy and Tom, was a little weird. Which, under the circumstances, seemed even odder. I’d always had a fairly sensitive nose, being the reliable tester of whether the milk was off, or whether meat had started to turn. Looking back, given how much of my time had been spent in the back of a Chinese restaurant when. I was a kid, I’d have expected my sense of smell to be lost in the assault of frying oil, garlic, onions, and meat by the time I was ten or so. Okay, so I had a good sense of smell, but why would it be the thing that got so tweaked by the lamp? Vague memories of biology classes and nature channel shows reminded me at many animals communicate through scents, and in particular, through pheromones that signaled sexual interest or need.
Family pressures and my own discomfort at being scrawny had kept my from really dealing with my own sexuality all through high school, when the locker rooms held as much danger for me as watching the girls play volleyball. But even as I thought back on those years, the strongest memories were of the particular scent of the locker room. No amount of cleaning and bleach can fully suppress the scent of hundreds of teenage boys. Even now, I could distinctly recall the scents of one or two of my friends who shared gym class with me.
Okay, break it down into digestible chunks, I thought. I have always had a good sense of smell. Animals communicate sexual desire via scents and pheromones. The lamp had bathed me in some light that had activated all of my hormonal systems to stimulate growth....no, not just growth.
Improvement. Improvement that we guided to some extent, but if what Jeremy had said about his first experience with the lamp was true, the lamp also reacted to subconscious desire.
Digestible chunks. Why would it tweak my sense of smell? Because I spent a decade lusting after boys and girls and having almost no clue whether they were into me or not, and afraid to find out. Had the lamp somehow seized on that? If so, then tweaking my olfactory senses meant I could tell whether they were interested....and my own beefed up pheromones seemed to guarantee they would be.
Huh, that almost made sense, in a comic book science way. The lamp was giving me what it thought I wanted, and needed.
I closed my eyes, and concentrated on my nose. It took some effort to tune out he intense background noise of the landfill — while we were in the junk portion rather than the organic waste area (thank goodness), it wasn’t very far away. The stench was strong but distant, and I could just about ignore it. I knew Joey was near, and he probably smelled like himself, plus a bit of me. Could I use my own scent to find him? Cautiously, and feeling more than a little like a bloodhound, I sniffed at my own pits, steeling myself for the wave of sexual buzz that followed, but determined to ride it out. Ignore the burning need in your aching groin, Peter. Focus on the smell itself....
Whoa. There it was, for certain, to my left and rear, maybe thirty feet away...I opened my eyes and spun round, but no Joey. But, there on a relatively clean tabletop, sat my towel. Just about thirty feet away.
I tried again...feeling more than a bit like Luke Skywalker with a blast helmet, reaching out through the force.
Damned if it didn’t work. There was Joey’s scent, faint but present, from when we’d parted earlier.
Ten minutes of tracking later and I knew without a doubt that he was nearly thirty yards away.. and that he was peeing, behind a mound of old rusty compressed bed frames and pots and pans.
I hid, intending to surprise him, and concentrated on his unique scent, which was becoming more distinct to me. I could even tell he was aroused. I heard him finish off and mutter to himself.
“Dude, that is not helping. Why am I chubbing up now? I’m friggin exhausted from sex, got no time for a damned boner.”
Shit, was I close enough for my scent to affect him? He was better than 60-70 feet away, if I had it right.
Then, I got a sudden change in the arousal I detected. A different excitement.
Joey gave an excited, almost wordless shout of victory.
“Shit shit shit...holy fuck is that the lamp?”
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(Short update this time, more later, I promise.)
“Is that the lamp?” Joey said excitedly.
“Hang on, let me see...”
Joey pointed at what he’d found - a nondescript chrome and steel desk lamp, the kind with the arm, like at the start of a Pixar film? It was either it, or a super similar model, just the way I remember it from the sessions months ago, when I’d helped Jeremy and Tom ratchet themselves back from ridiculousness.
It was also really hard to get to, visible primarily because a long piece of metal scaffolding was wedged near it. Not quite in reach, even for my stupidly wide wingspan. And what looked like scaffolding was some kind of industrial metal waste — full of nasty jagged edges and odd angles. It was also supporting a LOT of metal junk nearby. Joey had been working away at the edges and when he hauled a washing machine out of the way, hed caught a glimpse of it in the light. There the little lamp sat, about twenty feet away,
“I think so. Looks intact. Gonna be tricky to pull it out, though.”
“Do you want me to get the other guys?”
“Yeah, because if it is the lamp we are looking for, I think we all need to be here.”
I could see the thing well enough, but getting to it, through all the twisted metal and the junk on top, would be risky. Doesn’t matter how strong you are, if you aren’t invulnerable, that mess would slice you into strips and chunks if it shifted.
As I tested a few supporting items for stability, it became clear that the situation was even more precarious than it looked. Had it not been for a trick of the light, or the lucky glimpse behind the washing machine, we wouldn’t have spotted it for days, if at all. Twenty feet in, and twenty feet of stuff above it.
The three of them returned, Joey nearly out of breath, the other two shining from their exertions.
We sized up the situation quickly.
“That wasn’t there when we threw this thing out here,” Jeremy said. “It’s probably from the hi rise they tore down a few months back.”
“Pretty sure that beam is steel or some alloy,” Tom mused. “I’ve seen a bit of that around, and it’s heavy even without the stuff on top. But it’s also sturdy.”
“If we could get to it, I think the beam would support it all, be safe enough if we are quick. But I don’t think any of us will really fit in there.”
“I could,” Joey said, a bit too enthusiastically. “If you guys can shift that big piece up a bit and hold it, I can probably scramble around the worst of the bent sharp stuff and get it.”
Once we had the idea, there was no dissuading Joey, although he agreed we needed to be super careful. That weight could crush any of us, and it was impossible to tell with all the junk on top where the weak points were. So we found some other bits made of similar metal, and some washing machines and other appliances, and made a makeshift set of levers and wedges to support it as Joey crawled in. It took a few hours —and several brief but thorough rounds of masturbation — before we were ready to try it.
By that time, a few things had become clear. First, all three of us big guys were still actively growing, and being in proximity and hauling around appliances and metal beams seemed to make matters worse. My monster erection was between my pecs by now, and was refusing to go down much. I was probably closer to 7’6’, and Tom was nearing 7 feet himself. Jeremy only gained a few inches in height but he was inhumanly wide, like a dwarf from a fantasy movie scaled up. The whole time I could smell their arousal, and see it reflected in their foot-and-a-half (each) cocks, and as before I could basically watch my funky scent at work. Every twenty or thirty minutes, we’d have to get some relief. And as we worked, we could really see how strong we’d gotten. Jeremy could basically lift a washing machine with one hand, and moving around these crazy weights was feeling like only a modest effort. That was almost a turn on of its own.
Finally, we were ready — a pile of steel beams and other support items was right there, and Joey was encased in what protection we could find. Wouldn’t be worth a damn if he got smushed by twenty tons.
With a mighty heave, Jeremy muscled under the thing, and we stuck our 15-foot poles under thereand began to heave. Jeremy rolled out, grabbed a major appliance, and shoved it up under the thing. The pile above groaned and shifted a bit, but held.
“It looks like you’re having your own little ‘strongest man alive’ competition,” joey laughed. “Very sexy.”
He’d come such a long way in a few days, after years in the closet. But there was an almost primal hunger reflected in his eyes, as he stared at us. He was like a dog in a butcher shop; if he had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy.
The complex interplay of scents and endorphins made his feelings clear to me, and as he breathed in more of my scent, he adjusted himself without noticing.
“What? I like to watch!” He’d caught me staring again.
“That’s about as far as I’d chance it,” Tom said. “You ready?”
“Very much so,”Joey said, glancing in my direction. I could smell his lust distinctly, and moreso as he brushed past me to slide down into the trash, and wriggle his way deep into the debris.
“That is a very nice ass,” Jeremy said.
“Mine’s better,” Tom immediately retorted.
“Objectively, you’re certainly larger,” Jeremy chuckled.
And then..
“Got it. But I don’t know if I can free the cord....no, I managed it. I’ll be right out, feet first,” Joey said.
And that’s when we heard the sickening shriek of metal giving way and sliding.
“Is that the lamp?” Joey said excitedly.
“Hang on, let me see...”
Joey pointed at what he’d found - a nondescript chrome and steel desk lamp, the kind with the arm, like at the start of a Pixar film? It was either it, or a super similar model, just the way I remember it from the sessions months ago, when I’d helped Jeremy and Tom ratchet themselves back from ridiculousness.
It was also really hard to get to, visible primarily because a long piece of metal scaffolding was wedged near it. Not quite in reach, even for my stupidly wide wingspan. And what looked like scaffolding was some kind of industrial metal waste — full of nasty jagged edges and odd angles. It was also supporting a LOT of metal junk nearby. Joey had been working away at the edges and when he hauled a washing machine out of the way, hed caught a glimpse of it in the light. There the little lamp sat, about twenty feet away,
“I think so. Looks intact. Gonna be tricky to pull it out, though.”
“Do you want me to get the other guys?”
“Yeah, because if it is the lamp we are looking for, I think we all need to be here.”
I could see the thing well enough, but getting to it, through all the twisted metal and the junk on top, would be risky. Doesn’t matter how strong you are, if you aren’t invulnerable, that mess would slice you into strips and chunks if it shifted.
As I tested a few supporting items for stability, it became clear that the situation was even more precarious than it looked. Had it not been for a trick of the light, or the lucky glimpse behind the washing machine, we wouldn’t have spotted it for days, if at all. Twenty feet in, and twenty feet of stuff above it.
The three of them returned, Joey nearly out of breath, the other two shining from their exertions.
We sized up the situation quickly.
“That wasn’t there when we threw this thing out here,” Jeremy said. “It’s probably from the hi rise they tore down a few months back.”
“Pretty sure that beam is steel or some alloy,” Tom mused. “I’ve seen a bit of that around, and it’s heavy even without the stuff on top. But it’s also sturdy.”
“If we could get to it, I think the beam would support it all, be safe enough if we are quick. But I don’t think any of us will really fit in there.”
“I could,” Joey said, a bit too enthusiastically. “If you guys can shift that big piece up a bit and hold it, I can probably scramble around the worst of the bent sharp stuff and get it.”
Once we had the idea, there was no dissuading Joey, although he agreed we needed to be super careful. That weight could crush any of us, and it was impossible to tell with all the junk on top where the weak points were. So we found some other bits made of similar metal, and some washing machines and other appliances, and made a makeshift set of levers and wedges to support it as Joey crawled in. It took a few hours —and several brief but thorough rounds of masturbation — before we were ready to try it.
By that time, a few things had become clear. First, all three of us big guys were still actively growing, and being in proximity and hauling around appliances and metal beams seemed to make matters worse. My monster erection was between my pecs by now, and was refusing to go down much. I was probably closer to 7’6’, and Tom was nearing 7 feet himself. Jeremy only gained a few inches in height but he was inhumanly wide, like a dwarf from a fantasy movie scaled up. The whole time I could smell their arousal, and see it reflected in their foot-and-a-half (each) cocks, and as before I could basically watch my funky scent at work. Every twenty or thirty minutes, we’d have to get some relief. And as we worked, we could really see how strong we’d gotten. Jeremy could basically lift a washing machine with one hand, and moving around these crazy weights was feeling like only a modest effort. That was almost a turn on of its own.
Finally, we were ready — a pile of steel beams and other support items was right there, and Joey was encased in what protection we could find. Wouldn’t be worth a damn if he got smushed by twenty tons.
With a mighty heave, Jeremy muscled under the thing, and we stuck our 15-foot poles under thereand began to heave. Jeremy rolled out, grabbed a major appliance, and shoved it up under the thing. The pile above groaned and shifted a bit, but held.
“It looks like you’re having your own little ‘strongest man alive’ competition,” joey laughed. “Very sexy.”
He’d come such a long way in a few days, after years in the closet. But there was an almost primal hunger reflected in his eyes, as he stared at us. He was like a dog in a butcher shop; if he had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy.
The complex interplay of scents and endorphins made his feelings clear to me, and as he breathed in more of my scent, he adjusted himself without noticing.
“What? I like to watch!” He’d caught me staring again.
“That’s about as far as I’d chance it,” Tom said. “You ready?”
“Very much so,”Joey said, glancing in my direction. I could smell his lust distinctly, and moreso as he brushed past me to slide down into the trash, and wriggle his way deep into the debris.
“That is a very nice ass,” Jeremy said.
“Mine’s better,” Tom immediately retorted.
“Objectively, you’re certainly larger,” Jeremy chuckled.
And then..
“Got it. But I don’t know if I can free the cord....no, I managed it. I’ll be right out, feet first,” Joey said.
And that’s when we heard the sickening shriek of metal giving way and sliding.
“Shit!”
I wish I could tell you that the three of us, strong as anyone on earth by this point, had been able to use that strength to prevent the metal from collapsing. But it wasn’t our strength that failed here, it was the metal, rusting and stress-worn, that we were holding. And the sickening crunch sounded way too final, inhumanly loud.
We stood there for what seemed like minutes, shocked by our failure. In fact, it was only a second or two. And then a panicked shouting mayhem as we called for Joey, and searched for some way to get to him.
We almost didn’t hear him shout.
“Guys! I am okay, just kinda stuck here.”
I found myself crying with relief. Tom and Jeremy simply hugged each other — a tender moment I don’t think they realized I saw.
“Can you move, baby?”
“A little. The scaffold here held up well but there is stuff bent all around it, and some of it looks sharp. I don’t know how...how I will be able to get out. I mean, one wrong move, and this stuff could collapse.”
“How much room do you have? Are you hurt?”
“Maybe eight feet by four feet, and just enough room to sit up. I don’t think I’m hurt — the thing kind of fell like that house in the buster keaton movie. I’m lucky, I guess.”
“That’s beyond lucky! “
“No, I mean I’m lucky I grabbed the lamp before the stuff collapsed. I have it right here.”
That was lucky, or maybe something more.
None of us were stupid. In fact, we were all probably well above average intelligence, and we had a wide range of practical skills. Joey took some photos of the inside so we could get an idea of the structure, and we went around measuring an eyeballing the exterior, all the while being very careful. Tom was probably the lightest of us and he probably neared 400 pounds by this point, so scrambling around on top to remove the interlocked and wedged bits of metal was not a great idea. Hours passed as we bounced ideas around.
I wasn’t much use, honestly. I’m not too mechanically inclined anyway, but I have an eye for detail. Unfortunately I had no clue how to free my boyfriend and I was scared. I was worried about my Joey and grew quickly frustrated, and I knew they were giving me stuff to do to keep my mind occupied. I ran back to get supplies, food, water, a laptop. Some lights, because it wouldn’t stay light out for long. It was almost shocking how easy it was to lift the portable generator.
But of course, that wasn’t our only problem. Because the growth hadn’t abated for any of us, and once the shock and adrenaline wore off, we were still faced with the distractions of our dicks and our arousal. I had to be nearing eight feet. My magic stink was absolutely intense by now, and it felt like there was some pressure building. Maybe because the lamp was so close, it was pushing things along, but two hours in, I couldn’t help myself.
“I’ll be right back guys” I panted, and ran a safe distance (I hoped). En route, I accidentally brushed against something sharp and winced, expecting to find a nasty gash. But there was only a faint scratch. Weird, but my other needs were more pressing. The dick situation was out of control.
Have you ever tried to masturbate when your heart wasn’t really in it? Like, this was purely a physical need, like hunger or needing to sneeze. There hadn’t been any real pleasure in it, just physical release and a short, mind blowing orgasm. But this time, I couldn’t get there.
Giant magic dick, roiling balls eager to blow, killer pheromones stoking my need, and I just couldn’t stop feeling guilty and scared and distracted. That damned lamp was to blame, it had turned us into freaks and put Joey in peril...but it had also built my confidence, and helped encourage Joey to come to terms with his attraction, and ...fuck. My mind was racing, while my hands vigorously pumped my cock on autopilot.
Break it down. One bite of elephant at a time.
The lamp was making us grow, tweaking us to be idealized (if insane extreme) versions of ourselves.
Whatever else was happening with this relentless pheromone stuff or e muscle or the huge dicks, it was almost like an AI that does what it is programmed to, but doesn’t understand the consequences. Only this one was doing it with magic it had baked into our skin. And apparently it was grumpy we didn’t appreciate us, and kept giving it to us.
Faster and faste i pumped, until my towering rod was nearing the breaking point. I tried to tune out the feeling and concentrate.
Gah! Man, that was intense, I saw stars! I’d need to drink a gallon of Gatorade to replenish after that...but finally I could think clearly.
So it was giving us what it thought we wanted, or needed. And if that was the case, there might be a way to use that to solve our immediate problem.
“Guys, I think we need to use the lamp.”
“I assume there is a further explanation coming?”
“Yup. We need to use it on Joey so he isn’t crushed. Then he can pass it out, and we use it on us, so that we are strong enough to free him. We have plenty of extension cord, and the gap is big enough, and I brought the generator. I know you have a bunch of bulbs,” I said, and Tom gave a guilty look.
“Better have some black light in there,” Jeremy said, “because if you hadn’t noticed, we are already huge. I don’t fancy being an actual giant, and this sounds distressingly like the sort of logic that makes people do dumb stuff.”
“It was just a dream, Jer,” Tom said. It was obvious this made them uncomfortable, and Jeremy had told us about his nightmare, in which he’d been forced to grow big enough to fill a hangar.
“You don’t have to, but I am willing o risk it,” I said.
“Me too,” Joey’s voice echoed from within. “If I am going to die here, I’d rather do it as a huge sexy giant.”
“Nobody’s dying. This will work.”
I wish I could tell you that the three of us, strong as anyone on earth by this point, had been able to use that strength to prevent the metal from collapsing. But it wasn’t our strength that failed here, it was the metal, rusting and stress-worn, that we were holding. And the sickening crunch sounded way too final, inhumanly loud.
We stood there for what seemed like minutes, shocked by our failure. In fact, it was only a second or two. And then a panicked shouting mayhem as we called for Joey, and searched for some way to get to him.
We almost didn’t hear him shout.
“Guys! I am okay, just kinda stuck here.”
I found myself crying with relief. Tom and Jeremy simply hugged each other — a tender moment I don’t think they realized I saw.
“Can you move, baby?”
“A little. The scaffold here held up well but there is stuff bent all around it, and some of it looks sharp. I don’t know how...how I will be able to get out. I mean, one wrong move, and this stuff could collapse.”
“How much room do you have? Are you hurt?”
“Maybe eight feet by four feet, and just enough room to sit up. I don’t think I’m hurt — the thing kind of fell like that house in the buster keaton movie. I’m lucky, I guess.”
“That’s beyond lucky! “
“No, I mean I’m lucky I grabbed the lamp before the stuff collapsed. I have it right here.”
That was lucky, or maybe something more.
None of us were stupid. In fact, we were all probably well above average intelligence, and we had a wide range of practical skills. Joey took some photos of the inside so we could get an idea of the structure, and we went around measuring an eyeballing the exterior, all the while being very careful. Tom was probably the lightest of us and he probably neared 400 pounds by this point, so scrambling around on top to remove the interlocked and wedged bits of metal was not a great idea. Hours passed as we bounced ideas around.
I wasn’t much use, honestly. I’m not too mechanically inclined anyway, but I have an eye for detail. Unfortunately I had no clue how to free my boyfriend and I was scared. I was worried about my Joey and grew quickly frustrated, and I knew they were giving me stuff to do to keep my mind occupied. I ran back to get supplies, food, water, a laptop. Some lights, because it wouldn’t stay light out for long. It was almost shocking how easy it was to lift the portable generator.
But of course, that wasn’t our only problem. Because the growth hadn’t abated for any of us, and once the shock and adrenaline wore off, we were still faced with the distractions of our dicks and our arousal. I had to be nearing eight feet. My magic stink was absolutely intense by now, and it felt like there was some pressure building. Maybe because the lamp was so close, it was pushing things along, but two hours in, I couldn’t help myself.
“I’ll be right back guys” I panted, and ran a safe distance (I hoped). En route, I accidentally brushed against something sharp and winced, expecting to find a nasty gash. But there was only a faint scratch. Weird, but my other needs were more pressing. The dick situation was out of control.
Have you ever tried to masturbate when your heart wasn’t really in it? Like, this was purely a physical need, like hunger or needing to sneeze. There hadn’t been any real pleasure in it, just physical release and a short, mind blowing orgasm. But this time, I couldn’t get there.
Giant magic dick, roiling balls eager to blow, killer pheromones stoking my need, and I just couldn’t stop feeling guilty and scared and distracted. That damned lamp was to blame, it had turned us into freaks and put Joey in peril...but it had also built my confidence, and helped encourage Joey to come to terms with his attraction, and ...fuck. My mind was racing, while my hands vigorously pumped my cock on autopilot.
Break it down. One bite of elephant at a time.
The lamp was making us grow, tweaking us to be idealized (if insane extreme) versions of ourselves.
Whatever else was happening with this relentless pheromone stuff or e muscle or the huge dicks, it was almost like an AI that does what it is programmed to, but doesn’t understand the consequences. Only this one was doing it with magic it had baked into our skin. And apparently it was grumpy we didn’t appreciate us, and kept giving it to us.
Faster and faste i pumped, until my towering rod was nearing the breaking point. I tried to tune out the feeling and concentrate.
Gah! Man, that was intense, I saw stars! I’d need to drink a gallon of Gatorade to replenish after that...but finally I could think clearly.
So it was giving us what it thought we wanted, or needed. And if that was the case, there might be a way to use that to solve our immediate problem.
“Guys, I think we need to use the lamp.”
“I assume there is a further explanation coming?”
“Yup. We need to use it on Joey so he isn’t crushed. Then he can pass it out, and we use it on us, so that we are strong enough to free him. We have plenty of extension cord, and the gap is big enough, and I brought the generator. I know you have a bunch of bulbs,” I said, and Tom gave a guilty look.
“Better have some black light in there,” Jeremy said, “because if you hadn’t noticed, we are already huge. I don’t fancy being an actual giant, and this sounds distressingly like the sort of logic that makes people do dumb stuff.”
“It was just a dream, Jer,” Tom said. It was obvious this made them uncomfortable, and Jeremy had told us about his nightmare, in which he’d been forced to grow big enough to fill a hangar.
“You don’t have to, but I am willing o risk it,” I said.
“Me too,” Joey’s voice echoed from within. “If I am going to die here, I’d rather do it as a huge sexy giant.”
“Nobody’s dying. This will work.”
It wagering dark, and we knew we were running out of time as we attached the extension cord to the first of a handful of long poles. (Tom, predictably, made a suggestive comment about alternative lengthy rods, but I was in no mood and reminded him that we would need to detach it to be of any use.)
We used an old shirt to cushion the bulbs and wrapped them carefully — once the cord was through, we could pass the bulbs in to Joey. It was tricky going, and the big led camp lights weren’t going to last forever. We just needed to pass the stuff in to him, let him use the lamp mostly to protect himself, and then pass the lot out so we were all big enough to free him. We worked as quickly as we could.
“Sun is getting mighty low,” Jeremy said. “Joey, can you see in there?”
“Not much. Been pretty dark in here since the thing collapsed. Whatever this sheet metal is, siding or something, it got wrapped around this bit of scaffold. But I can see your lights out there....you, uh, making much progress?”
“Yup,” I said, happily. “Watch out, we’re going to try to feed the cord in. Through the opening. Looks like there’s only one rough patch to get through, from our side.”
“I can’t see much of anything.”
“Almost there...”
“Oh! Yeah, there it is!” He gave a tug and then watched the cord, pulling a bit more toward his end.
“Okay, now the bulb. We have two in there, the grow bulb and a black light.”
“I can’t really tell them apart in the dark. I’m just putting this one in.”
“Hang on, I’ll tape my flashlight to the pole and pass it in.”
“Got it!” Yeah, looks like I guessed correctly,” Joey said. “Shit, the battery died.”
“You know, it just occurred to me, we never really tried shrinking anyone down smaller, well, smaller than they started. I wonder if that would work? We get him small enough and he could easily get out,” Tom mused.
“Yeah, but if he kept shrinking like we keep growing....” Jeremy said.
I ignored them as well as I could, and concentrated on connecting the cord to the generator. The noise was much louder than I’d expected, but either way, joey would hear it start. A few sharp tugs were our signal to cut the electricity.
There was a sudden blinding light and the entire area was bathed in brilliant full spectrum UV — way brighter than expected. What the hell had happened?
As we stood there blinking in shock, I felt a warm spreading tingle, and then an insistent, repeated tug. Almost frantic...shit, Joey’s signal! I cut the power as quickly as I could.
As the noisy generator spun down, the light faded, and almost belatedly , I unplugged the cord.
“Joey? “
A deep rumble and the sound of metal shifting was the immediate reply.
“What the hell happened? Are you okay?” I shouted.
“I’m better than okay,” he replied.
“What the hell hapened?”
“Remember that sheet metal stuff I said had gotten wrapped around? Well, I think it was some flexible chrome plating. You know, the reflective stuff? Basically really shiny sheet metal.”
“...yeah?”
Shit.
“Any idea how big you got? That was a lot of light,” Jeremy said.
“Hard to tell, but pretty big. Your flashlight feels ridiculous. Oh, and two guesses what else is in here,” my boyfriend said. “I think it’s a busted up old funhouse mirror....”
We used an old shirt to cushion the bulbs and wrapped them carefully — once the cord was through, we could pass the bulbs in to Joey. It was tricky going, and the big led camp lights weren’t going to last forever. We just needed to pass the stuff in to him, let him use the lamp mostly to protect himself, and then pass the lot out so we were all big enough to free him. We worked as quickly as we could.
“Sun is getting mighty low,” Jeremy said. “Joey, can you see in there?”
“Not much. Been pretty dark in here since the thing collapsed. Whatever this sheet metal is, siding or something, it got wrapped around this bit of scaffold. But I can see your lights out there....you, uh, making much progress?”
“Yup,” I said, happily. “Watch out, we’re going to try to feed the cord in. Through the opening. Looks like there’s only one rough patch to get through, from our side.”
“I can’t see much of anything.”
“Almost there...”
“Oh! Yeah, there it is!” He gave a tug and then watched the cord, pulling a bit more toward his end.
“Okay, now the bulb. We have two in there, the grow bulb and a black light.”
“I can’t really tell them apart in the dark. I’m just putting this one in.”
“Hang on, I’ll tape my flashlight to the pole and pass it in.”
“Got it!” Yeah, looks like I guessed correctly,” Joey said. “Shit, the battery died.”
“You know, it just occurred to me, we never really tried shrinking anyone down smaller, well, smaller than they started. I wonder if that would work? We get him small enough and he could easily get out,” Tom mused.
“Yeah, but if he kept shrinking like we keep growing....” Jeremy said.
I ignored them as well as I could, and concentrated on connecting the cord to the generator. The noise was much louder than I’d expected, but either way, joey would hear it start. A few sharp tugs were our signal to cut the electricity.
There was a sudden blinding light and the entire area was bathed in brilliant full spectrum UV — way brighter than expected. What the hell had happened?
As we stood there blinking in shock, I felt a warm spreading tingle, and then an insistent, repeated tug. Almost frantic...shit, Joey’s signal! I cut the power as quickly as I could.
As the noisy generator spun down, the light faded, and almost belatedly , I unplugged the cord.
“Joey? “
A deep rumble and the sound of metal shifting was the immediate reply.
“What the hell happened? Are you okay?” I shouted.
“I’m better than okay,” he replied.
“What the hell hapened?”
“Remember that sheet metal stuff I said had gotten wrapped around? Well, I think it was some flexible chrome plating. You know, the reflective stuff? Basically really shiny sheet metal.”
“...yeah?”
Shit.
“Any idea how big you got? That was a lot of light,” Jeremy said.
“Hard to tell, but pretty big. Your flashlight feels ridiculous. Oh, and two guesses what else is in here,” my boyfriend said. “I think it’s a busted up old funhouse mirror....”
”I think if you plug the lamp in again, I can get big enough to shift this. Right now I can bend the metal near me but the stuff overhead is pretty unstable,” Joey said.
I eyed Jeremy nervously, and he returned the look of concern. Tom, of course, was intensely interested in that option, and his huge dick gave a happy throb at the notion. Predictable.
“Seriously, this was your plan man,” Joey said, “so let’s just do it.”
Oh, right, and guess who was nearest the extension cord?
“Hit it, Joey!” Tom said.
Again, the encroaching twilight was split by reflected light, but this time less of it seemed to be coming out.
“YES,” Joey bellowed. “FUCK YES!”
A horrible screeching groan alerted us to the trouble just in time, and we dove out of the pile of collapsing metal. The cacophony could probably be heard for miles, and it kicked up a cloud of dust and debris.
As the dust settled, a huge figure slowly stood. It’s monsteous arms brushed rubble away. Shit, he must have been twice my size...and three times my width. He was built ...well, more like the Hulk than anything real. His enormous hands and arms and shoulders looked dangerous, and outsized for his lower body...except, of course, for the four foot long dick he sprouted. He wa, of course, hard and dripping.
“....WOW,”
“Joey? You okay man?” I said, truly worried. The logistics, the biology, all dancing in my head, warned of dangers of being so huge. For his part, Joey gazed in wonder at his enormous paws. And then he picked up an old refrigerator, one of the old cast iron monsters that had been supporting the weight of all the scaffolding.
He picked it up in one hand. And then tossed it about sixty feet.
Shit, I could almost feel the cloud of his arousal trigger me, and if my magic stink got rolling with him like this....
Jeremy recovered first, as Tom stood there awestruck, his hand on his own pecker. Jeremy dug around and produced two black light bulbs and tossed me one. I dashed for the lamp, because I simply didn’t know if this enormous beast that used to be my yummy little roommate would allow us to bring him back to normal.
“OH MAN, THIS IS FRIKKIN AMAZING,” Joey rumbled. “FUCK, THAT THING MUST HAVE BEEN FIVE HUNDRED POUNDS.”
He turned around, excited and looking for me to share his moment.
And spotted me with bulb and lamp in hand.
“BABY, PLEASE...” he said. “JUST ANOTHER MINUTE OR TWO, WHILE I CAN. OR MAYBE WE STAY BIG? NO GAY BASHER WOULD DARE....MY FAMILY, YOURS, ALL OF THEM....”
I hesitated. Could I trust him? Or was the lamp’s influence too deep now? There was a look in his eye that worried me, but I could also smell his arousal.
“I need you to come back to me,” I said. “It’s time to be us again, not this fantasy stuff.”
“WHAT IF...WHAT IF WE DONT?”
“We don’t what?”
“WHAT IF WE STAY LIKE THIS? YOU COULD CATCH UP!”
Sigh. Moment of truth here, I was tempted. I mean, some of it was clearly chemical, because my own stink was pouring out of me, and that cycling thing was kicking in. Only there was a lot more of Joey now...
Libido out of control, we could be unstoppable, hot fuck monsters...until the national guard showed up. Then giant lab animals. Probably dead ones.
“Joey....we talked about this. This doesn’t end with us disappearing and living happily ever after as 20-ft hunks. It ends with death, or capture.”
He looked down quietly at me, expression unreadable. For a moment, I was concerned. Tough as I was at eight feet, he could probably have crushed me. But then, he always had a terrible poker face, and I could see his decision before he really made it.
“...OKAY. BUT FIRST, JUST ONE THING.”
“Go on,” I said.
“KISS ME. JUST ONCE, LIKE THIS.”
“You sure? It’s gonna be weird, like kissing a little kid, won’t it?”
“STILL, HUMOR ME. I WANT TO REMEMBER THIS FANTASY JUST A BIT LONGER,” he said.
“....how about this. I’ll do that while they bring you back down to size, before your giant body self destructs,” I offered. “Might be kinda hot...”
“...OKAY,” he said, and smiled.
His face was absolutely huge as he knelt down and grabbed me, and gently brought me up to a mouth that I was certain could swallow me, if not whole, then certainly in chunks. And my god, his incredible and wonderful smell was just hitting all me buttons, and my magic stink was doing it’s best to send his person-sized schlong into the stratosphere.
We were so caught up in that, so aroused, that we barely noticed Joey shrinking back down to something resembling normalcy. And then me.... and when we broke that deep passionate kiss, and realized that we were two relatively normal hunks again, we finally turned our attention to our friends.
By the next morning, we had more or less finished getting back to normal. We showered and ate. The magic stink seemed dialed way back, though I felt like my senses remained a bit heightened, though I said nothing. And then, Tom dug out a few candles and herbs and stuff, and read some words from his notebook — something that sounded apologetic. And then, feeling a bit silly, Jeremy touched the lamp and spoke.
“I am so sorry, mister lamp. But this is good enough. We don’t need more,” Jeremy said. “Please. We are thankful, but it’s okay now. We free you.”
There was no purple sparkly cloud or light show. Just a sense of closure.
***
After exams, we drove back to see the guys. We being Joey and me, the guys being Jeremy and Tom.
I’d stabilized at a muscular 6’3, and Joey at a much bulkier 5’10 or so. He decided he was okay with the height difference, and quietly joked that our heights and widths were like advertising for our dicks. Which had also been stabilized, me at 9.5 inches, and him at a girthy 7. We were both incredibly ripped and healthy (and Joey finally got those shredded abs he’d envied).
My weird magic stink was mostly gone, though it was hard to tell because people still flocked to me (and Joey) with lusty thoughts. But I could still detect a faint tang in the air when it was just me thinking sexy thoughts, and I retained a much stronger than normal sense of smell. I was still getting the hang of it. Our stamina, too, was through the roof. So yeah, believably human, but definitely on far end of the bell curve for sexiness.
After a lot of discussion, Tom and Jeremy had opted to return to where I originally left them: looking like very fit thirty-somethings. They were a bit too old to believably have a growth spurt ( though truthfully, so were Joey and I), so reluctantly adjusted back down to about an inch taller than they had been, but wayyyy more buff, and with bigger dicks. They still mostly looked like each others’ wet dream.
We carpooled into town from their place, and headed for a huge flea market, where Jeremy set up a stall with some odds and ends on it, and attached a note to the bottom of the lamp. The instructions included warnings as well as what to expect. Tom seemed certain that the lamp would find its way to where it was needed. We left it with a cigar box and a note saying “honor system”.
And then, we headed off to my family’s restaurant for dinner. I was ready to introduce Joey to the clan, having cautiously sounded my uncle out about things. Of course, turns out he had suspected for the past few years and was waiting for me to bring it up. And then, we would see where Joey’s family stood..together.
Life was good.
***
A young Latino guy, all floppy black hair and made of scrawn, wandered the flea market aimlessly, looking for something interesting to justify the time he had wasted. Julio might have looked like a skinny street kid, but he had top grades and a scholarship to a big school — for music. He was about to go away for school, alongside his best bud Eric, who was in drama.
The scholarships didn’t cover much, and neither of their families had money, so they were combing the sprawling rummage sale looking for stuff for the dorm they’d manage to score together. Of course, Eric had no clue that Julio had been crushing on him for the past two years.
Near the back they found an unattended table with some interesting junk on it.
“Cool lamp,” Eric said.
“Yeah, I think it might come in handy,” Julio said.
I eyed Jeremy nervously, and he returned the look of concern. Tom, of course, was intensely interested in that option, and his huge dick gave a happy throb at the notion. Predictable.
“Seriously, this was your plan man,” Joey said, “so let’s just do it.”
Oh, right, and guess who was nearest the extension cord?
“Hit it, Joey!” Tom said.
Again, the encroaching twilight was split by reflected light, but this time less of it seemed to be coming out.
“YES,” Joey bellowed. “FUCK YES!”
A horrible screeching groan alerted us to the trouble just in time, and we dove out of the pile of collapsing metal. The cacophony could probably be heard for miles, and it kicked up a cloud of dust and debris.
As the dust settled, a huge figure slowly stood. It’s monsteous arms brushed rubble away. Shit, he must have been twice my size...and three times my width. He was built ...well, more like the Hulk than anything real. His enormous hands and arms and shoulders looked dangerous, and outsized for his lower body...except, of course, for the four foot long dick he sprouted. He wa, of course, hard and dripping.
“....WOW,”
“Joey? You okay man?” I said, truly worried. The logistics, the biology, all dancing in my head, warned of dangers of being so huge. For his part, Joey gazed in wonder at his enormous paws. And then he picked up an old refrigerator, one of the old cast iron monsters that had been supporting the weight of all the scaffolding.
He picked it up in one hand. And then tossed it about sixty feet.
Shit, I could almost feel the cloud of his arousal trigger me, and if my magic stink got rolling with him like this....
Jeremy recovered first, as Tom stood there awestruck, his hand on his own pecker. Jeremy dug around and produced two black light bulbs and tossed me one. I dashed for the lamp, because I simply didn’t know if this enormous beast that used to be my yummy little roommate would allow us to bring him back to normal.
“OH MAN, THIS IS FRIKKIN AMAZING,” Joey rumbled. “FUCK, THAT THING MUST HAVE BEEN FIVE HUNDRED POUNDS.”
He turned around, excited and looking for me to share his moment.
And spotted me with bulb and lamp in hand.
“BABY, PLEASE...” he said. “JUST ANOTHER MINUTE OR TWO, WHILE I CAN. OR MAYBE WE STAY BIG? NO GAY BASHER WOULD DARE....MY FAMILY, YOURS, ALL OF THEM....”
I hesitated. Could I trust him? Or was the lamp’s influence too deep now? There was a look in his eye that worried me, but I could also smell his arousal.
“I need you to come back to me,” I said. “It’s time to be us again, not this fantasy stuff.”
“WHAT IF...WHAT IF WE DONT?”
“We don’t what?”
“WHAT IF WE STAY LIKE THIS? YOU COULD CATCH UP!”
Sigh. Moment of truth here, I was tempted. I mean, some of it was clearly chemical, because my own stink was pouring out of me, and that cycling thing was kicking in. Only there was a lot more of Joey now...
Libido out of control, we could be unstoppable, hot fuck monsters...until the national guard showed up. Then giant lab animals. Probably dead ones.
“Joey....we talked about this. This doesn’t end with us disappearing and living happily ever after as 20-ft hunks. It ends with death, or capture.”
He looked down quietly at me, expression unreadable. For a moment, I was concerned. Tough as I was at eight feet, he could probably have crushed me. But then, he always had a terrible poker face, and I could see his decision before he really made it.
“...OKAY. BUT FIRST, JUST ONE THING.”
“Go on,” I said.
“KISS ME. JUST ONCE, LIKE THIS.”
“You sure? It’s gonna be weird, like kissing a little kid, won’t it?”
“STILL, HUMOR ME. I WANT TO REMEMBER THIS FANTASY JUST A BIT LONGER,” he said.
“....how about this. I’ll do that while they bring you back down to size, before your giant body self destructs,” I offered. “Might be kinda hot...”
“...OKAY,” he said, and smiled.
His face was absolutely huge as he knelt down and grabbed me, and gently brought me up to a mouth that I was certain could swallow me, if not whole, then certainly in chunks. And my god, his incredible and wonderful smell was just hitting all me buttons, and my magic stink was doing it’s best to send his person-sized schlong into the stratosphere.
We were so caught up in that, so aroused, that we barely noticed Joey shrinking back down to something resembling normalcy. And then me.... and when we broke that deep passionate kiss, and realized that we were two relatively normal hunks again, we finally turned our attention to our friends.
By the next morning, we had more or less finished getting back to normal. We showered and ate. The magic stink seemed dialed way back, though I felt like my senses remained a bit heightened, though I said nothing. And then, Tom dug out a few candles and herbs and stuff, and read some words from his notebook — something that sounded apologetic. And then, feeling a bit silly, Jeremy touched the lamp and spoke.
“I am so sorry, mister lamp. But this is good enough. We don’t need more,” Jeremy said. “Please. We are thankful, but it’s okay now. We free you.”
There was no purple sparkly cloud or light show. Just a sense of closure.
***
After exams, we drove back to see the guys. We being Joey and me, the guys being Jeremy and Tom.
I’d stabilized at a muscular 6’3, and Joey at a much bulkier 5’10 or so. He decided he was okay with the height difference, and quietly joked that our heights and widths were like advertising for our dicks. Which had also been stabilized, me at 9.5 inches, and him at a girthy 7. We were both incredibly ripped and healthy (and Joey finally got those shredded abs he’d envied).
My weird magic stink was mostly gone, though it was hard to tell because people still flocked to me (and Joey) with lusty thoughts. But I could still detect a faint tang in the air when it was just me thinking sexy thoughts, and I retained a much stronger than normal sense of smell. I was still getting the hang of it. Our stamina, too, was through the roof. So yeah, believably human, but definitely on far end of the bell curve for sexiness.
After a lot of discussion, Tom and Jeremy had opted to return to where I originally left them: looking like very fit thirty-somethings. They were a bit too old to believably have a growth spurt ( though truthfully, so were Joey and I), so reluctantly adjusted back down to about an inch taller than they had been, but wayyyy more buff, and with bigger dicks. They still mostly looked like each others’ wet dream.
We carpooled into town from their place, and headed for a huge flea market, where Jeremy set up a stall with some odds and ends on it, and attached a note to the bottom of the lamp. The instructions included warnings as well as what to expect. Tom seemed certain that the lamp would find its way to where it was needed. We left it with a cigar box and a note saying “honor system”.
And then, we headed off to my family’s restaurant for dinner. I was ready to introduce Joey to the clan, having cautiously sounded my uncle out about things. Of course, turns out he had suspected for the past few years and was waiting for me to bring it up. And then, we would see where Joey’s family stood..together.
Life was good.
***
A young Latino guy, all floppy black hair and made of scrawn, wandered the flea market aimlessly, looking for something interesting to justify the time he had wasted. Julio might have looked like a skinny street kid, but he had top grades and a scholarship to a big school — for music. He was about to go away for school, alongside his best bud Eric, who was in drama.
The scholarships didn’t cover much, and neither of their families had money, so they were combing the sprawling rummage sale looking for stuff for the dorm they’d manage to score together. Of course, Eric had no clue that Julio had been crushing on him for the past two years.
Near the back they found an unattended table with some interesting junk on it.
“Cool lamp,” Eric said.
“Yeah, I think it might come in handy,” Julio said.
