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PART ONE:
Bryan met Kevin on Tinder.
They both thought each other were really cute. Kevin was thirty. Nicely fit, but not overly built. Tall, around 6’ 1”. Dark hair and honey colored eyes. Bryan was also thirty. Sandy, short hair. Piercing, icy eyes. And he was built. Majorly. The kind of body in fitness magazines.
They hit it off over texting. And after a short while, Bryan asked Kevin to meet up for coffee that evening. Kevin was new to town and said, “Sure, I’d love to get to see some of your favorite spots.”
Bryan sent a wink face back. And then a smiling, horned devil.
Forty-five minutes later, they were at the coffee shop. Both were as attractive as they seemed in their photos. Both of them had fabulous chemistry.
Kevin talked about how he’d just been in town two days. He moved here on a whim, and as he could work remotely, he thought this would be an amazing city. He didn’t know anybody in town.
Bryan talked about his career as a personal trainer and model. How he had a hard time finding the type of guys he really liked…
Kevin inquired what kind of guys did Bryan fancy.
Bryan just smiled back.
“No, seriously,” Kevin pushed. “What’s you’re type?"
Bryan was hesitant.
“Come here,” he said.
Kevin walked around the table, and a surprisingly aggressive Bryan pulled him into a quick, fierce hug and kissed him hard.
Several people looked over to watch them. Mainly because they were so attractive to watch together.
After a moment, they separated.
“I really like you, Kevin. Can we take a walk and talk?”
Smitten, Kevin replied, “Sure.”
They closed out their tab and hit the windy streets.
Not holding hands, but desperately wanting to, they started to circle the nearby park. It was dusk and they were alone.
“Kevin, what would you say if I told you I was psychic?”
Kevin thought for a moment. Then he said, “Okay, I’ll go along with it.”
Bryan smirked. “You see, Kev… I can tell what people want. Like, really want… deep down in their soul. I can sense their driving purpose in live…”
“Okay…” Bryan whispered, egging him onwards.
“And you see, Kevin… the thing that turns me on the most… since you asked what I want in a guy… is for him to have a desire to… well, I don’t know how to say this… but to GROW.”
Kevin’s stomach clenched. Ever since he’d been a kid, he’d been fascinated by giant muscle guys. Men with ridiculously oversized, photoshopped cocks. Cartoons where normal looking dudes had grown to massive proportions and burst out of their clothes, possibly even causing damage with their gigantic size.
… but how did Bryan… suspect this about him?
Bryan continued. “What I really want is a partner who will stop at nothing to become the biggest, hungest, horniest stud imaginable.”
Kevin paused. He looked down at his feet. He wasn’t those things. Well, he did have a pretty huge cock… over eight and half inches… but it wasn’t grotesquely huge. And he was really fit… but not monstrous. All his life, he’d struggled to put on weight, but never succeeded. He wasn’t the kind of guy Bryan was looking for. And that made him sad… because he REALLY liked him… and felt a strong bond with him.
“Wow… that’s really great, Bry… But, man, you’re already so physically big… you’ll have slim pickings to find a lot of guys much more built than you… and I don’t know what you’re packing in your shorts (yet), but … well… I mean, I am hung… but I’m no monster.” Kevin admitted.
Bryan stopped and turned to Kev. Their eyes connected and sparks danced between them.
Bryan, after a pause that felt like an eternity, spoke: “No… but would you like to be?”
Kevin, hesitantly, replied: “What do you mean?”
Bryan took Kevin’s hand in his and they began walking again.
“It’s like this, man. I know a lot of really built guys. And I know my fair share of really hung guys. But in real life, there are very few of them who want to be monstrous. They’re okay being in the realm of normality. They’re okay weighing 200 lbs and having an eight or even nine inch dick. Most of them wouldn’t want much more than that… because, well, it’s a little scary. But you, on the other hand… in you I sense a longing for the freaky. You would love to be like a ridiculously proportioned cartoon man. Dick to your knees. Biceps the size of my head… you would… wouldn’t you?”
Kevin’s head was spinning. When he was a little boy, he would stuff t-shirts down his shirt and pants to make himself look like Hulk Hogan with a two foot dong. He had wanted that from the time he was little. It was something he had desired deep in his bones, and never thought was possible.
He wasn’t sure how to respond. Finally, he admitted: “Yeah… you’re right… how do you know this?”
Bryan winked. “I told you, man. I’m psychic. I’ve got the magic.”
Then, suddenly, Bryan stopped them, put his hands on Kevin’s shoulders.
“Look dude. I know we just met… but I’ve been looking for someone like you for a long time. If you want… I can give you those things I’ve just talked about… but you’d have to trust me completely. Do everything I say. And I mean everything. I will have total control how you spend your time, how you eat, how you use your body. You will surrender all of your control to me. Mind, spirit, and body. And at the end of it, I will turn you into that muscle stud of yours and my dreams.”
Kevin’s long cock was rock hard. The head was sticking out of the lip of his jeans pocket…
He licked his lips.
Thinking it through, he asked Bryan: “So have you… have you done this on yourself?”
Bryan smiled. “No. Like, I always wanted to be big… but what turns me on is having someone who is so much bigger than me. Outgrows me. Puts my small gains to shame. …so… do we have a deal?
Bryan extended his hand. Kevin looked at it. This was all so surreal. Was this guy messing with him? He supposed that he could agree and then take it all back tomorrow, if Bryan turned out to be off his rocker and unable to deliver on his promises.
They shook on it, and to Kevin’s eyes it seemed like purple sparks danced around them.
Bryan took Kevin back to his place. “We will begin tonight!” He had said.
Bryan drove them to his apartment. It was an elegant, duplex on the city’s north east side. It overlooked the river and the downtown shopping district. Bryan gave Kevin a tour. Living room, kitchen, fully stocked gym, dining room, etc. All the standard accouterments of a city apartment.
… and then he led him down the back corridor.
“This is what I’m really excited to show you, Kevin! This is the area where the transformation happens… the magic… This will be your room!”
Kevin paused. “My… my what?!”
“You’re room! You see.. when you shook hands with me, you actually signed a magical contract. You are now mine to do with whatever I want until the point that I deem your growth is finished… oh, by the way, I forgot to mention… I do have actual magical powers, and you will find that if you decide to try to leave the premises without my consent, you will find yourself gagging on the floor outside the lobby, gasping for breath. You are mine now… and I can do whatever I want to you.”
Bryan smiled a wicked grin.
Kevin was pretty sure that Bryan was joking. So he just smiled awkwardly and went along with it.
Bryan pushed open an industrial strength, metal door. Inside was what looked almost like a laboratory and bedroom combined. There was a king sized bed in the corner by the window. But around the room were all sorts of devices and vials and straps… it looked like a mad scientist’s sex dungeon.
Bryan went on: “I will have all of your things brought from your hotel room, here. For right now, you can keep working, since you can do that on your computer here… but your schedule belongs to me now. Don’t get to comfortable, because you’ll never have been so sore or exhausted in your life as you will be over these next several months with me… until I’ve decided you’re done growing.
Kevin was starting to get nervous. Sweating even, a little. Suddenly, he was very sure that Bryan was utterly crazy. There was a mad glint in his eye.
He turned, about to head towards the door and make his apologies, when Bryan snapped his fingers and the door magically swung closed on it’s own accord.
Frightened, Kevin turned back to Bryan. “It’s really amazing what can happen when science and magic combine. I’ve been working for years on developing these tonics, these processes… but I’ve never had anyone to truly explore testing them on… until now. You, Kevin, will be my greatest achievement yet! And when I’m done with you… you won’t even recognize yourself… and you will LOVE the man… more than a MAN that you have become!”
More than a little freaked out, Kevin decided to bolt for the door. He had only taken two steps when Bryan snapped his fingers again, and like a plank of wood, Bryan toppled head forward, onto the rubber, lab floor.
Bryan clucked his tongue. “Tut, tut. That’s no way to start.”
Kevin tried to move…. And he couldn’t! He was paralyzed, all that he could move was his eyeballs. He heard Bryan’s soft steps approaching.
“I told you, man, you gave your will to me when you made that magical contract… there’s nothing you can do now without my permission because you handed over all of your powers to make decisions for yourself.”
Still, unable to move, Kevin felt Bryan’s strong fingers clasp him around this biceps and lift him, still straight as a piece of lumber, back onto his feet.
Bryan met Kevin on Tinder.
They both thought each other were really cute. Kevin was thirty. Nicely fit, but not overly built. Tall, around 6’ 1”. Dark hair and honey colored eyes. Bryan was also thirty. Sandy, short hair. Piercing, icy eyes. And he was built. Majorly. The kind of body in fitness magazines.
They hit it off over texting. And after a short while, Bryan asked Kevin to meet up for coffee that evening. Kevin was new to town and said, “Sure, I’d love to get to see some of your favorite spots.”
Bryan sent a wink face back. And then a smiling, horned devil.
Forty-five minutes later, they were at the coffee shop. Both were as attractive as they seemed in their photos. Both of them had fabulous chemistry.
Kevin talked about how he’d just been in town two days. He moved here on a whim, and as he could work remotely, he thought this would be an amazing city. He didn’t know anybody in town.
Bryan talked about his career as a personal trainer and model. How he had a hard time finding the type of guys he really liked…
Kevin inquired what kind of guys did Bryan fancy.
Bryan just smiled back.
“No, seriously,” Kevin pushed. “What’s you’re type?"
Bryan was hesitant.
“Come here,” he said.
Kevin walked around the table, and a surprisingly aggressive Bryan pulled him into a quick, fierce hug and kissed him hard.
Several people looked over to watch them. Mainly because they were so attractive to watch together.
After a moment, they separated.
“I really like you, Kevin. Can we take a walk and talk?”
Smitten, Kevin replied, “Sure.”
They closed out their tab and hit the windy streets.
Not holding hands, but desperately wanting to, they started to circle the nearby park. It was dusk and they were alone.
“Kevin, what would you say if I told you I was psychic?”
Kevin thought for a moment. Then he said, “Okay, I’ll go along with it.”
Bryan smirked. “You see, Kev… I can tell what people want. Like, really want… deep down in their soul. I can sense their driving purpose in live…”
“Okay…” Bryan whispered, egging him onwards.
“And you see, Kevin… the thing that turns me on the most… since you asked what I want in a guy… is for him to have a desire to… well, I don’t know how to say this… but to GROW.”
Kevin’s stomach clenched. Ever since he’d been a kid, he’d been fascinated by giant muscle guys. Men with ridiculously oversized, photoshopped cocks. Cartoons where normal looking dudes had grown to massive proportions and burst out of their clothes, possibly even causing damage with their gigantic size.
… but how did Bryan… suspect this about him?
Bryan continued. “What I really want is a partner who will stop at nothing to become the biggest, hungest, horniest stud imaginable.”
Kevin paused. He looked down at his feet. He wasn’t those things. Well, he did have a pretty huge cock… over eight and half inches… but it wasn’t grotesquely huge. And he was really fit… but not monstrous. All his life, he’d struggled to put on weight, but never succeeded. He wasn’t the kind of guy Bryan was looking for. And that made him sad… because he REALLY liked him… and felt a strong bond with him.
“Wow… that’s really great, Bry… But, man, you’re already so physically big… you’ll have slim pickings to find a lot of guys much more built than you… and I don’t know what you’re packing in your shorts (yet), but … well… I mean, I am hung… but I’m no monster.” Kevin admitted.
Bryan stopped and turned to Kev. Their eyes connected and sparks danced between them.
Bryan, after a pause that felt like an eternity, spoke: “No… but would you like to be?”
Kevin, hesitantly, replied: “What do you mean?”
Bryan took Kevin’s hand in his and they began walking again.
“It’s like this, man. I know a lot of really built guys. And I know my fair share of really hung guys. But in real life, there are very few of them who want to be monstrous. They’re okay being in the realm of normality. They’re okay weighing 200 lbs and having an eight or even nine inch dick. Most of them wouldn’t want much more than that… because, well, it’s a little scary. But you, on the other hand… in you I sense a longing for the freaky. You would love to be like a ridiculously proportioned cartoon man. Dick to your knees. Biceps the size of my head… you would… wouldn’t you?”
Kevin’s head was spinning. When he was a little boy, he would stuff t-shirts down his shirt and pants to make himself look like Hulk Hogan with a two foot dong. He had wanted that from the time he was little. It was something he had desired deep in his bones, and never thought was possible.
He wasn’t sure how to respond. Finally, he admitted: “Yeah… you’re right… how do you know this?”
Bryan winked. “I told you, man. I’m psychic. I’ve got the magic.”
Then, suddenly, Bryan stopped them, put his hands on Kevin’s shoulders.
“Look dude. I know we just met… but I’ve been looking for someone like you for a long time. If you want… I can give you those things I’ve just talked about… but you’d have to trust me completely. Do everything I say. And I mean everything. I will have total control how you spend your time, how you eat, how you use your body. You will surrender all of your control to me. Mind, spirit, and body. And at the end of it, I will turn you into that muscle stud of yours and my dreams.”
Kevin’s long cock was rock hard. The head was sticking out of the lip of his jeans pocket…
He licked his lips.
Thinking it through, he asked Bryan: “So have you… have you done this on yourself?”
Bryan smiled. “No. Like, I always wanted to be big… but what turns me on is having someone who is so much bigger than me. Outgrows me. Puts my small gains to shame. …so… do we have a deal?
Bryan extended his hand. Kevin looked at it. This was all so surreal. Was this guy messing with him? He supposed that he could agree and then take it all back tomorrow, if Bryan turned out to be off his rocker and unable to deliver on his promises.
They shook on it, and to Kevin’s eyes it seemed like purple sparks danced around them.
Bryan took Kevin back to his place. “We will begin tonight!” He had said.
Bryan drove them to his apartment. It was an elegant, duplex on the city’s north east side. It overlooked the river and the downtown shopping district. Bryan gave Kevin a tour. Living room, kitchen, fully stocked gym, dining room, etc. All the standard accouterments of a city apartment.
… and then he led him down the back corridor.
“This is what I’m really excited to show you, Kevin! This is the area where the transformation happens… the magic… This will be your room!”
Kevin paused. “My… my what?!”
“You’re room! You see.. when you shook hands with me, you actually signed a magical contract. You are now mine to do with whatever I want until the point that I deem your growth is finished… oh, by the way, I forgot to mention… I do have actual magical powers, and you will find that if you decide to try to leave the premises without my consent, you will find yourself gagging on the floor outside the lobby, gasping for breath. You are mine now… and I can do whatever I want to you.”
Bryan smiled a wicked grin.
Kevin was pretty sure that Bryan was joking. So he just smiled awkwardly and went along with it.
Bryan pushed open an industrial strength, metal door. Inside was what looked almost like a laboratory and bedroom combined. There was a king sized bed in the corner by the window. But around the room were all sorts of devices and vials and straps… it looked like a mad scientist’s sex dungeon.
Bryan went on: “I will have all of your things brought from your hotel room, here. For right now, you can keep working, since you can do that on your computer here… but your schedule belongs to me now. Don’t get to comfortable, because you’ll never have been so sore or exhausted in your life as you will be over these next several months with me… until I’ve decided you’re done growing.
Kevin was starting to get nervous. Sweating even, a little. Suddenly, he was very sure that Bryan was utterly crazy. There was a mad glint in his eye.
He turned, about to head towards the door and make his apologies, when Bryan snapped his fingers and the door magically swung closed on it’s own accord.
Frightened, Kevin turned back to Bryan. “It’s really amazing what can happen when science and magic combine. I’ve been working for years on developing these tonics, these processes… but I’ve never had anyone to truly explore testing them on… until now. You, Kevin, will be my greatest achievement yet! And when I’m done with you… you won’t even recognize yourself… and you will LOVE the man… more than a MAN that you have become!”
More than a little freaked out, Kevin decided to bolt for the door. He had only taken two steps when Bryan snapped his fingers again, and like a plank of wood, Bryan toppled head forward, onto the rubber, lab floor.
Bryan clucked his tongue. “Tut, tut. That’s no way to start.”
Kevin tried to move…. And he couldn’t! He was paralyzed, all that he could move was his eyeballs. He heard Bryan’s soft steps approaching.
“I told you, man, you gave your will to me when you made that magical contract… there’s nothing you can do now without my permission because you handed over all of your powers to make decisions for yourself.”
Still, unable to move, Kevin felt Bryan’s strong fingers clasp him around this biceps and lift him, still straight as a piece of lumber, back onto his feet.