Grow lamp

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The impracticality of a dick that stretches up to your face cannot be understated.

It’s enormously inconvenient, and even when you’re pushing eight feel tall, it looks ridiculous.

But god, it does feel pretty good. And being able to lick your own cock is almost disturbingly addicting.

All of which we would have to come to terms with...later.

Oh, yeah, there was some sex. I was truly upset with Tom, and he refused to be apologetic, but somehow that turned into angry sex, then makeup sex, then just “holy shit how is this even possible to be so hot” sex. The physics of even attempting anal sex with a monstrous dick require more math than I am prepared to think about. Not that there was much thought, more like general inclination riding on the back of overwhelming lust.

Our supersized dicks were super sensitive around the head, and something about the precum we produced seemed to relax our holes (it tasted pretty good too, which was a little surprising), but there are, as it turns out, limits to how much of your internal organs can be shoved out of the way. Even in the throes of our passionate lovemaking, something kept us from actually hurting each other, though I can tell you that even when you’re over seven feet tall, having 20 inches up you is more than enough. Unfortunately the other 8-10 inches will simply never fit. Not without injury, and when you’re built the way either of us were now, that’s an actual concern.

Not that I am complaining, just felt the need to be clear, in case the topic comes up for any of you. If you ever chance, reign in your cock lust before you hit the two foot mark, and you’ll thank me.


I have never been one to stay mad long, but I was still quite irritated with Tom after we had fucked, slept, ate, fucked more, and finally run out of energy some time later. We ordered a pile of Chinese food and talked while we waited we showered, but getting dressed was not a real option. The largest size I had bought barely fit Tom, and did not fit his junk at all, And I was half a foot larger in both height and, well, length. The counters were too low, the furniture wasn’t going to last long, and the third time you accidentally sit on your own dick, it really has lost its charm. And don’t get me started on how many times we knocked our heads into archways or the new hazard of ceiling fans.

Tom did finally apologize for knocking me out, but blamed it on the lamp.

“It was like it was pushing me, not forcing me. I mean, on some level you just kept getting hotter and then you seemed to be fighting it. And I had that epiphany and I knew you didn’t want to be a freak but you couldn’t see how perfect you were becoming....”

“So you dosed your best friend?”

“Yeah. Look if you were drunk and I knew you shouldn’t drive, I would totally steal your keys, right? I’d do whatever I could to keep you from killing yourself or others in that state, and all I can say now is that I really felt like it was the same sort of thing.”

Actually, that was totally in character.

“But it wasn’t, Tom. God knows how all this has messed up our bodies. Our minds, even.”

At that, he was quiet. Thoughtful.

“Look, I believe you, but only because I felt that odd pull, too, when I woke up like this. Hell even now I am wondering if we couldn’t make some other sort of bulb work.”

“Hey, maybe another colored bulb would work, like s black light or something—“

“For fucks sake Tom, I am serious here.”

“So was I,” Tom said. “Think about it; UV light did this. Maybe that would do something Else?”

Actually, that...kinda had some merit. Maybe we could even return our proportions to something a little less obvious and leave the house...

BING BONG

Oh yeah, the Chinese food. Without even thinking, I got up , grabbed my wallet, and answered the door....

 

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The eagle eyed reader will note one step I left out of that previous entry. At no point did I mention that I did anything, anything at all, to cover up.

Yup. I answered the door buck naked without even realizing.

This caused the delivery boy to nearly drop the heavy bags in sheer shock, and stagger backwards a step or two.

“Whoa, sorry man, wasn’t thinking clearly!” I tapped the door mostly closed, ran over to the sofa, grabbed the throw, and tied it around my waist as a sort of skirt or kilt. Slightly more decent, I opened the door again and beckoned him in.

The poor boy was still in shock. I say boy, but he was a college kid, one of the owners’ kids,and I was pretty sure i knew him. Peter, I think he went by Pete.

Pete was a good looking guy. He kept himself in shape and had got the best features from his parents. He stood about 5’10”,with spiked stylish black hair, cute hipster glasses, and a polo shirt that showed off his build nicely. Pretty sure he wrestled and played baseball, by the build — athletic but not too bulky to . And cheekbones to die for.

And he looked like a kid next to me.

“Hey,” I said, by way of breaking the ice. “Sorry about that. Laundry malfunction.”

“Um. Yeah,” Pete stammered.

“I paid online,” I said.

“Yeah, sorry, right, need you to sign this. Also we threw in a couple of free appetizers.”

“Aww, thanks”, I said.

As if on cue, my stomach growled. Then two things happened at once: my hastily arranged kilt slid off me, and Tom walked in, having made similar arrangements with a bed sheet.

“Oh my god,” Pete said, “how are there TWO of you?”

“We could go for three if the bulb hadn’t burnt out,” Tom mumbled half under his breath.luckily Pete hadn’t heard him. I shot Tom a withering glare anyway.

“Wait,” Pete said, finally looking up at my face, his wide almond eyes squinting in recognition. “Wait, you’re Jeremy Turner, right? I have delivered here before. But you were like, my size...”

Well, the cat was out of the bag. Better to see how it played out with Pete before we tried to deal with the broader world. How to play it off?

“It’s kind of a long story.”

“You’re my last delivery. I got the time. Man, I have been trying to bulk up a bit since last year and no luck. How the heck did you do it? Some kind of crazy steroid? I mean that would explain how you got rippped but not how you got two feet taller!” He was clearly excited by what he saw, if the tent in his cargo pants was any indicator. He wa having trouble looking away. Tom, standing more or less behind him, was watching my reaction, and Pete’s.

Suddenly, I realized we had an opportunity, and a quick glance at my friend told me Tom picked up on it too. We might be able to get Pete to help us, just for now. We were effectively trapped here and I wasn’t going to wait for the internet.

But would he be willing?

“You want the truth? Tell you what.” I said. “I will tell you everyth8ng, but first, we need a favor or two. We can’t exactly go out like this. Run a few errands for us, and we will let you in on our secret.”

“Sure, anything you need,” he said.

“Don’t worry, it’s easy stuff. We need to exchange some clothes so we can actually go out in public, and we need some groceries. But first, we gotta eat. Do you mind hanging a bit?”

He shook his head and watched us for a few minutes as we began shoveling down dumplings and soup as fast as we could manage, before turning our ravening appetites to the entrees. He finally appeared to notice Tom when Tom got up to pour each of us some tea. That ass was amazing and I bet it could turn anyone’s head. But the appreciative look on the college hunks face, and his lingering gaze, told me enough. Pete was gay, or at least bi.

“So Pete, you are still in school, right?”

“Yeah. Got another year before grad school.”

“Man, that feels like a lifetime ago.”

“What? That’s stupid. You can’t be more than thirty..”

“How old do you think I am?” Tom asked.

“Maybe mid twenties? About his age I guess.”

“Try 44 and 42,” I replied.

“No way.”

“Afraid so.”

“So,” Pete said, “this thing you took turned you from middle aged to prime beef?”

“Apparently.”

Tom had finished his food already, so I asked him to make out a list of what we needed. I practically inhaled the beef and broccoli, and then gathered the clothing i had just bought. Since we weren’t going with him, we would need some measurements....

 

[Xyze97]

This is great

 

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Glad you're enjoying it. At some point I will probably clean it up and post it elsewhere too. I've been sort of making it up as I go, and typing on an iPad isn't always as accurate (or fast) as I can manage with a proper keyboard. Though I have got rather good at typing one handed.

 

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It was several hours later when Peter came back, during which time we had not left the house. We had barely left my bedroom. In fact we didn’t hear the door at first because we were ...otherwise engaged.

Oh, you were looking for measurements? Size queens. Well, I suppose it’s only fair.

We hadn’t fully stopped growing, but it had slowed down considerably.

It was pretty surreal. I had stabilized at 7’10”, and something like 420 pounds, though it was nearly impossible to get a proper measurement. Chest: 66. Waist:38. Biceps:32. Arms 47 inches long. Thighs:42, calves:30, Neck:26. Best guess, size 22 shoe. My shoulders were nearly four feet wide. And my junk required some added care, because it was 25 inches flaccid, though that didn’t last long. 37 inches when hard. My junk was the size of a football.

Tom had done a number on himself, too. 6’10.5”, 340 lbs. chest 54, waist 31 (seriously toned ten pack), biceps 25, thighs: 33, calves: 25, neck 22. Shoe size probably 18. But he had been a little more vigorous with his dick exposure. Flaccid, his beast was 27 inches, and it topped 40 inches hard.

Yeah, he could no longer suck himself off, and I told him it served him right. Wasn’t parricularly easy for me, but the natural curve in my dick had helped.

We were complete freaks. And yet that nagging feeling of wanting more persisted. It was easier to understand Tom’s temporary insanity, now. The only thing that kept me from destroying that cursed lamp was the hope that somehow, another kind of light bulb might make this reversible. At least partly.

After the astounded Peter headed out with our measurements and credit card (and an impressive boner of his own), we lasted about two seconds before we ran to the bedroom and tried our best to fuck our brains out. But as I mentioned earlier, logistics became an issue. In the end it was a lot of foreplay and licking and handjob that required all four massive hands, with room to spare.

Anyway, we missed the knock, and were in mid thrust for probably the sixth time that afternoon when the doorbell began ringing with gusto. I hastily composed myself and answered the door, still disheveled and sweaty.

Poor Peter was dumbstruck again, but shook his head and cleared the cobwebs.

“I got what I could, but there isn’t much clothing that will fit either of you unless it’s special made. So you have some stuff there. I picked up some food, too, a lot of it, and it’s in the car. And I got some bulbs, too.”

“You’re a godsend, Pete,” I said, hugging him as gently as I could. He blushed deliciously.

“Hey it’s cool, I get something out of this too, right?”

I made Tom pull on a pair of shorts and unload the car — I was too big to show myself on the street at this point — and soon we were unpacked and faced with a batch of assorted bulbs.


As usual, Tom had a plan, and we had a very willing guinea pig. Peter disrobed slightly awkwardly, leaving his toned but lean body on display, along with what I guessed was a slightly below average stiffy. We figured we would reproduce my initial exposure.

Yeah, it worked. The astounded Asian cutie shot up three inches and put on fifteen pounds of muscle, which looked amazing on his frame. And when he shyly requested a focused session on his dick, we obliged. Before long he was built like a CW superhero, and sporting a ten inch erection.

“I think that’s more than enough,” he said. “My god, you guys, I can’t believe this.”

“Hopefully you’ll stabilize at that size. I wish we had, before my idiot friend went overboard.”

“You guys are amazing, but I can see why you’d want to reign it in a bit.”

“Ya think?” I glared pointedly at Tom, who shrugged sheepishly.

Our obligation to Peter was fulfilled. Now it was time to test the other theory. What would the other lights do?

I admit, I was getting cold feet. What if it changes? What if we grew more, or another head or something?

Luckily, Peter volunteered to test the black light. “If it shrinks me, you can always beef me back up, but if any growth on you guys might be a problem.”

Tom was thoughtful but finally agreed. Sure enough, it worked. Ten minutes exposure left Peter panting and passed out, and looking like a skinny version of what he had looked like that afternoon. And the shrinking continued for several minutes after, leaving our poor friend much the worse for wear.

But it had fundamentally worked. The only downside was that it knocked you out pretty good.

Tom surprised me, though, be asking me to treat him first. “This dick is too big to be useful,”he complained. I agreed, and soon he was snoring away as his size bled slowly off his oversized frame and his mammoth cock.

I left them in the bedroom, and grabbed a beer. I wasn’t sure how much i could trust Tom, at least where this was concerned. He seemed contrite but I wasn’t a hundred percent sure he wouldn’t try something stupid once I was out. I figured I would wait until the others woke up, and talk through it.

Peter was first to wake. Man, he looked delicious, just toned and taut and slightly beefy where it counted most. He’d gone from a mildly handsome college kid to a stunning hunk. And he was delighted about it. He ran up and hugged me, which felt odd. He looked like a kid next to me, nearly two feet larger than him. Curiously, his hair had grown out a bit, and just added to his sex appeal. My giant dick quickly sprang up between us.

“I feel like I owe you, Jeremy,” he said, hugging me around my huge hyper cock. “ but I don’t really know what to do about it. I don’t think that thing will fit anywhere and anyway you seem to be a thing with Tom.”

“Yeah, kinda. Been a long time in the works, but suddenly becoming sex gods kind of put the whole thing in high gear.”

“I figured. Bummer, though. I haven’t been with many guys, but I can’t believe how horny I feel right now. You guys didn’t mention that side effect.”

“Sorry.”

He smiled sweetly. “Don’t be. I rubbed one out in your bathroom. It was kind of ridiculous. Like a cup of spunk.”

We both laughed.

“The whole thing is ridiculous. But I wonder if you would do me a favor...See, Tom is a little crazy when it comes to this whole size thing. Can you make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid when it’s my turn to go under?”

“You got it, boss.”

Tom woke up twenty minutes later, looking much as he had that first night — a fitness model or Olympic swimmer, six feet tall with a foot long cock. Man, he was gorgeous. And horny.

He begged me for one last spin on my freakish body, and I obliged. Now that I knew it wa reversible, I could stop worrying.

Little did I know that he had other plans for me.

 

[orangebean]

Loving this! Please do continue...

 

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Ugh, I hate not being able to edit this here. Typos and grammar mistakes that I’m sure I corrected...

A few paragraphs are lost to the ether, but it’s mostly just experimenting on Peter to get him just right.

 

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I opened my eyes and immediately knew something was wrong. My thoughts were all jumbled and the lighting seemed odd somehow. It was blindingly bright and I reflexively squinted. My eyes refused to focus, but my hearing was throwing me off anyway. If I could have seen properly I would have closed my eyes anyway so I could concentrate. The sound was odd too; tinny and without the familiar background noise of my little house. I must be on the floor and something heavy was on my chest. How irritating!

“He is awake,” I heard, but while it sort of sounded like Peter, something sounded off.

I turned my head to the side, and just as I did so the brightness went away.

“Whoa there big guy,” another voice said. Seemed like Tom, but again, the angle was weird.

Finally I opened my eyes and spotted Tom.

Only he was tiny. Like, the same size as a coke bottle, one of the fancy old school glass ones. That couldn’t be right could it?

“What happened to you?” He looked delicious, almost as I’d left him, but with his cock jutting just below his beefy pecs. But maybe a foot tall, at best...

“Now, don’t be mad,” he began.

Peter appeared, looking hotter than before somehow, but also tiny. Had the black light malfunctioned?

Then I saw the tiny car behind him, and the small single prop airplane.

Oh no.

“Need you to be calm, buddy. Deep breaths. You’re in a hangar, Jer.”

“It wasn’t on purpose,” Peter added.

Christ, how big was I?

“What the hell,” I thundered, my voice loud enough to rattle the place.

“I borrowed my cousin’s truck to get you here, but we probably killed his shocks. You’ve been out for three days, and you finally seemed to stop growing about three hours ago.”

“You’re probably a good 30 feet tall, now, and that dick of yours is bigger than I am,” Tom said. “Try not to move too much just yet. We have you tied down for safety.”

They’d anchored me with a series of heavy canvass tarps, and weighted them down with a forklift and some heavy loaded pallets. I was immobilized by countless tons, but my body was mostly exposed.

“But I saw a bright light...”

“Oh, that was me,” Tom said. “I thought you were perfect before, but now I know better. Peter, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Sorry Jeremy, but he was right. I had to help him...to help you. You’re incredible.”

Betrayed!

“Jer, with you safely out, we went online and you wouldn’t believe how many people were willing to help with money. Amazon delivered the rest. Peter’s friend is a vet and got him a ton of drugs. My cousin Joey lent me the hangar and helped me rig this thing up. ”

He stepped aside with a dramatic gesture at the table behind him. Now that my eyes had properly adjusted, I saw dozens of mirrors, rigged all over the hangar, and atop an old table was that cursed desk lamp with the plant light.

“Now that you’ve reached a decent size, of course, we need to pay them all back.”

As if on cue, dozens of men entered the space, each of them the size of a Barbie doll to my mammoth proportions. They began to climb all over me, lost in worshipping my massive muscles, scaling my prodigious 7-foot dick. I could feel it all, but seemed to have no control over my body—I could barely move my head—but as before that didn’t stop my penis from reacting. They worked together to drive me insane; I could feel all of it and their tiny bodies were rubbing and squeezing and stroking all over me. One enterprising fellow stuck his arm inside my piss-slit, and as I writhed Tom whispered in my ear.

“When they leave, it’s back to growing you some more. By the time anyone alerts the authorities you’ll be too big for them to do anything about.....”

“No, you can’t do this to me!”

“That’s it, Jer. That’s life now. Just endlessly getting bigger, until you outgrow this hangar, and even then it won’t be enough...”






I woke sweating in a blind panic.

“Morning, sleepy head,” Tom said. “Welcome back to normalcy.”

“Well, with a few improvements,” Peter said.

The new normal, for me, was a pretty big improvement over the schlub who’d bought the grow lamp. I was six feet, six inches, exactly. 280 pounds of toned muscle. 54 inch chest. 35 inch waist with ten pack abs. 21 inch biceps, 33 inch thighs. Size 16 shoe. And a dick that by mutual consent had been reduced to just 15 inches hard. Just enough body fat to look healthy.

Tom and Peter had stayed how I had left them: practically perfect. Tom was more than apologetic about his obsession, though he laughed about my nightmare. Peter had some explaining to do when he went home, but his newfound confidence made life much better for him. He did work very hard at thanking both of us for his improved physique, decided he was cool with being bisexual, and stayed in touch with us when he went back to grad school that fall. He was quite a hit, from what I gather.

And once I was sure that we had all stabilized, I took the lamp to the landfill and threw it as far as I could out into the far reaches of the junk there. Somehow, it didn’t feel right to destroy it. Whatever it was, I just couldn’t do it. Tom stayed in the car so he wouldn’t be tempted to go looking for it.

As for Tom and me? We had some long heartfelt talks, catching on all those years of not saying things, and after six months living together, on a long weekend trip to New York, he proposed to me. I said yes.

I sometimes wonder about that lamp. Was it magic? A curse or a blessing? Mad science? We never did figure out where the lamp came from or why it worked. It gave us these amazing bodies and a newfound lust for life.

But the real magic that lamp held was that it brought us together.

 

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Soliciting a little feedback here: any comments?

I was thinking of a possible sequel involving Peter...

 

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Soliciting a little feedback here: any comments?

I was thinking of a possible sequel involving Peter...

That would be awesome! I look forward to it. Will you continue it in this thread, or will it be a separate story?