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“Let me guess: your lover?”
“Yes,” Paolo nodded. “The two who left, they were a little past Charlie. But Steven has continued to change.”
Charlie and I exchanged looks, both of us thinking the same thing: we had to see him.
“Is he....”
“Still human?” Paolo said sadly. “Human enough for me. But we have had to make some adjustments. As you might imagine, seven years of such change, much of it here, has added up quite a bit.”
“Can...can we meet him? It’s only fair to know what we are in for,” I said.
“Maybe. He is harder to nail down these days. Had he not been so wealthy, had we not found this place, he would likely be in a lab against his will. As it stands, he visits one by choice, and he owns it. Well, we do,” he held up a hand and we noticed the wedding band.
“But,” he said, with an implied threat, “you must make certain assurances before you meet Steven, and we must take precautions. Of course this secret must not get out, the consequences would be dire.”
That was understandable. In fact I would have been very suspicious if the option was offered without some very large conditions.
* * *
As it happened, the conditions were really, really big.
“Simply put, Ben, Charlie, you know too much already for it to be safe for us to just let you go. Understand, there are lives at stake, not just ours, and above all else, Steven must be safe.”
It was still a shock to hear out loud, but it beat spiking our drinks with memory erasers, or just killing us, I suppose. But oddly, not a surprise. It was logical from his point of view. But it still felt like a threat.
“You cannot leave, Charlie. Within a short time, your changes will be too noticeable, and may already be.“ I looked at my lover with a critical eye, and realized he was right. Charlie would attract too much attention, and that would put everyone at risk.
“What about Ben?” Charlie asked.
“Him too. Although you will need to put your mainland affairs in order. Anything you cannot handle remotely already, we may want to have Ben tackle, while he still can. Or, we can stage your deaths, if you have nothing to call you back. Steven’s...well, our wealth will smooth over most of it. It isn’t the first time we have been through this. Think about it today, and by evening please reach a decision you can live with.” And with that he quietly stood and walked to the door.
“Decide by dinner, please,” he said. “After that, we will see Steven.” And with that bombshell dropped, he left.
We looked at each other as we considered this momentous news. Our whole lives were about to be uprooted.
“I mean, we were just saying....” Charlie said. “But I would like to, you know, say goodbye to my fam.”
Fuck it. It wasn’t that hard a call. I had few real friends and those I mostly “saw” online. I had some stuff that mattered to me at home, but anyone rich enough to buy an island could probably swing packing and shipping of my few treasures. Didn’t have much of a life to begin with, and anyway my normal life had been uprooted since the day Charlie came back. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Still, the practical and suspicious side of me couldn’t quite trust Paolo. Something nagged at me, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“Yes,” Paolo nodded. “The two who left, they were a little past Charlie. But Steven has continued to change.”
Charlie and I exchanged looks, both of us thinking the same thing: we had to see him.
“Is he....”
“Still human?” Paolo said sadly. “Human enough for me. But we have had to make some adjustments. As you might imagine, seven years of such change, much of it here, has added up quite a bit.”
“Can...can we meet him? It’s only fair to know what we are in for,” I said.
“Maybe. He is harder to nail down these days. Had he not been so wealthy, had we not found this place, he would likely be in a lab against his will. As it stands, he visits one by choice, and he owns it. Well, we do,” he held up a hand and we noticed the wedding band.
“But,” he said, with an implied threat, “you must make certain assurances before you meet Steven, and we must take precautions. Of course this secret must not get out, the consequences would be dire.”
That was understandable. In fact I would have been very suspicious if the option was offered without some very large conditions.
* * *
As it happened, the conditions were really, really big.
“Simply put, Ben, Charlie, you know too much already for it to be safe for us to just let you go. Understand, there are lives at stake, not just ours, and above all else, Steven must be safe.”
It was still a shock to hear out loud, but it beat spiking our drinks with memory erasers, or just killing us, I suppose. But oddly, not a surprise. It was logical from his point of view. But it still felt like a threat.
“You cannot leave, Charlie. Within a short time, your changes will be too noticeable, and may already be.“ I looked at my lover with a critical eye, and realized he was right. Charlie would attract too much attention, and that would put everyone at risk.
“What about Ben?” Charlie asked.
“Him too. Although you will need to put your mainland affairs in order. Anything you cannot handle remotely already, we may want to have Ben tackle, while he still can. Or, we can stage your deaths, if you have nothing to call you back. Steven’s...well, our wealth will smooth over most of it. It isn’t the first time we have been through this. Think about it today, and by evening please reach a decision you can live with.” And with that he quietly stood and walked to the door.
“Decide by dinner, please,” he said. “After that, we will see Steven.” And with that bombshell dropped, he left.
We looked at each other as we considered this momentous news. Our whole lives were about to be uprooted.
“I mean, we were just saying....” Charlie said. “But I would like to, you know, say goodbye to my fam.”
Fuck it. It wasn’t that hard a call. I had few real friends and those I mostly “saw” online. I had some stuff that mattered to me at home, but anyone rich enough to buy an island could probably swing packing and shipping of my few treasures. Didn’t have much of a life to begin with, and anyway my normal life had been uprooted since the day Charlie came back. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Still, the practical and suspicious side of me couldn’t quite trust Paolo. Something nagged at me, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
The next day was much the same, though some other steward brought our meal and smoothies. We talked, a lot, over breakfast. Charlie was uncharacteristically anxious about the idea of leaving mainland behind, but mostly it was clear to me he was still upset about his folks. So we showered, and ate, and measured, and fooled around.
We didn't dare go near the beach, but our needs got the better of us, and we literally spent half the afternoon fucking, with increasing intensity. Whenever we broke for air or a snack, I'd hop online and do a little research. What was really strange to me was suddenly realizing just how easy it would be to disappear. I mean, I had a few friends, but few of them really close friends. I could maintain those relationships over a distance, and in most cases already was doing just that. Charlie steadfastly refused to talk about his parental situation, so I dug a little -- his mom had a social media account that mostly echoed bogus right-wing talking points and terrifying chain letter scare posts. Her last post had been a vague one about disappointment and lies from the ones you love, and then a bunch of shared memes about how liberal colleges destroy families. Ouch.
Still, I knew Charlie wanted some kind of closure. My own folks had passed away a few years back in a plane crash, and I didn't really have much in the way of family to worry about, just a few cousins I saw rarely. He deserved a proper goodbye, even if they were estranged. So I suggested, and he agreed, that we opt for the less dramatic exit, and stay -- just move here, work remotely or for the resort, and ....I guess ride this evolution thing out.
Reaching that decision wasn't as hard as I'd feared, once our heads were cleared by our seventh round of sex that day.
Jesus, seven times, and it was only early evening. We were tireless. And dear god, still growing. I'd hit nine and a half inches by morning, and my little tattoo had a few more scales. Charlie? He hit 16 inches (and a bit), and his hard dick seemed to want to live in the little crevice of his ridiculous abs and bump the underside of his hefty pecs. But despite his muscularity -- and my own growth of lean meat in all the right places over the last few weeks -- we remained stupidly limber, and if anything our flexibility was increasing. We found all sorts of new positions and probably disturbed the other guests as we pleasured each other in various ways.
Dressing for dinner was a challenge. We made a half-hearted attempt to stuff Charlie into his largest pants, but he was so much larger, everywhere, that it was like he'd ordered from one of those Chinese websites where the XXXXL is an American Large.
My boyfriend had arrived on this island a little over 6 feet tall. He was now 6 full inches taller than that. And remarkably, his old trousers were about right for me, which meant I'd put on an inch or two. And needed a belt. For Charlie, we opted for the loose linen pants Paolo had brought, which fit Charlie like capris -- not my favorite look for him. The caftan Paolo had brought was skin-tight around the shoulders and Charlie's extra-long torso meant it fit more like a loose shirt around the waist, but at least it covered him. Again, Charlie's cast-offs suited me, and I was surprised how nicely I filled out the pale blue polo shirt, and how my tan -- how the hell had I managed a tan and not noticed? -- set that color off.
"Dude, you are so unbelievably hot right now," Charlie had whispered from across the room, as I bent to pick up a pair of flip flops. "You look like a fitness model fucked a porn star and made a really hot baby."
I laughed. "A for effort, babe. But you..." I took him in. "You're a fucking dream."
He was. Tall, covered in striated and perfected long lean muscle, with a fair amount of bulk in all the sexy places. Somehow he'd managed to tire out his oversized fuckstick, but there was no way to hide it. His basket was indecently large and as he blushed at my compliment, the bulge *moved* and his massive dick flopped out into a baggy pants-leg. Damn near to his knee, soft. If I thought about it too much, my own improved dick would have something to say...
"Tuck yourself back in and let's go," I said, breezily. But really, I was full of trepidation.
We didn't dare go near the beach, but our needs got the better of us, and we literally spent half the afternoon fucking, with increasing intensity. Whenever we broke for air or a snack, I'd hop online and do a little research. What was really strange to me was suddenly realizing just how easy it would be to disappear. I mean, I had a few friends, but few of them really close friends. I could maintain those relationships over a distance, and in most cases already was doing just that. Charlie steadfastly refused to talk about his parental situation, so I dug a little -- his mom had a social media account that mostly echoed bogus right-wing talking points and terrifying chain letter scare posts. Her last post had been a vague one about disappointment and lies from the ones you love, and then a bunch of shared memes about how liberal colleges destroy families. Ouch.
Still, I knew Charlie wanted some kind of closure. My own folks had passed away a few years back in a plane crash, and I didn't really have much in the way of family to worry about, just a few cousins I saw rarely. He deserved a proper goodbye, even if they were estranged. So I suggested, and he agreed, that we opt for the less dramatic exit, and stay -- just move here, work remotely or for the resort, and ....I guess ride this evolution thing out.
Reaching that decision wasn't as hard as I'd feared, once our heads were cleared by our seventh round of sex that day.
Jesus, seven times, and it was only early evening. We were tireless. And dear god, still growing. I'd hit nine and a half inches by morning, and my little tattoo had a few more scales. Charlie? He hit 16 inches (and a bit), and his hard dick seemed to want to live in the little crevice of his ridiculous abs and bump the underside of his hefty pecs. But despite his muscularity -- and my own growth of lean meat in all the right places over the last few weeks -- we remained stupidly limber, and if anything our flexibility was increasing. We found all sorts of new positions and probably disturbed the other guests as we pleasured each other in various ways.
Dressing for dinner was a challenge. We made a half-hearted attempt to stuff Charlie into his largest pants, but he was so much larger, everywhere, that it was like he'd ordered from one of those Chinese websites where the XXXXL is an American Large.
My boyfriend had arrived on this island a little over 6 feet tall. He was now 6 full inches taller than that. And remarkably, his old trousers were about right for me, which meant I'd put on an inch or two. And needed a belt. For Charlie, we opted for the loose linen pants Paolo had brought, which fit Charlie like capris -- not my favorite look for him. The caftan Paolo had brought was skin-tight around the shoulders and Charlie's extra-long torso meant it fit more like a loose shirt around the waist, but at least it covered him. Again, Charlie's cast-offs suited me, and I was surprised how nicely I filled out the pale blue polo shirt, and how my tan -- how the hell had I managed a tan and not noticed? -- set that color off.
"Dude, you are so unbelievably hot right now," Charlie had whispered from across the room, as I bent to pick up a pair of flip flops. "You look like a fitness model fucked a porn star and made a really hot baby."
I laughed. "A for effort, babe. But you..." I took him in. "You're a fucking dream."
He was. Tall, covered in striated and perfected long lean muscle, with a fair amount of bulk in all the sexy places. Somehow he'd managed to tire out his oversized fuckstick, but there was no way to hide it. His basket was indecently large and as he blushed at my compliment, the bulge *moved* and his massive dick flopped out into a baggy pants-leg. Damn near to his knee, soft. If I thought about it too much, my own improved dick would have something to say...
"Tuck yourself back in and let's go," I said, breezily. But really, I was full of trepidation.
Dinner was, like all the meals we'd had since arriving, excellent. But it was hard to enjoy it so much, because we were both on tenterhooks about the promised meeting. That and I was distracted by how hungry I felt, despite having eaten what would normally have been two days worth of meals already that day. I was also distracted by how constrained i was starting to feel in Charlie's old garments. I could almost feel my body changing -- if anything, faster than Charlie's had.
The private dining room had a commanding view of the sea, and I noted that our host had arranged the seating to that we all had an open view of it. He'd sat us together, and as he'd poured the drinks for the first course, we'd held hands under the table, my hand the little spoon to Charlie's oversized mitt. Paolo seemed so comfortable in the role of host that it was a bit of a shock when he sat down, and someone else served us.
"I managed a small restaurant to pay my way through school," he explained.
"And this allowed you more direct observation, because nobody pays attention to wait staff and busboys. You're invisible that way."
"I confess that I enjoy the game, but as you say," he replied breezily. "More importantly, it allowed me to see you in your relaxed state together. That is why I have approached you this way."
He thoughtfully sliced off a piece of his steak and popped it into his mouth. "In fact, you remind me very much of Steven and myself. But with one key difference: Ben has the genetic signature that allows....this. And I, sadly, lack it.."
Charlie and I exchanged looks. You could see the sadness in Paolo's eyes.
"You can go with your lover on this journey; I can only stay behind and wish others well."
"But we don't know what the journey is," Charlie said. "This has a purpose, right? I mean, dude, it's clear that there's some end goal in mind...."
"That's why we want to talk to Steven," I finished.
"Ah, then you've made your decision?"
I frowned. "Surely you know the answer. I'm pretty sure you've had the capacity to monitor our internet -- that's childs play compared to what you've been dealing with."
"I know only that you have researched a lot. I try not to snoop *too* much." He finished his plate and pushed it away. "You must understand, I don't wish to begin our work together with distrust. Knowing you took the offer seriously was all I needed to know. Building your trust is more important than satisfying any particular curiosity."
He seemed sincere and I looked to Charlie for confirmation. "Then we accept, with a few conditions."
"Of course."
"First, no more secrets. If we're going to be part of this, we want in. Charlie may not look it but he has the science chops to grasp at least some of this. And me, I'm good at my job too. Data crunching is kind of my thing. So the deal is that we get fully briefed and find a way to help figure this out."
Paolo nodded his understanding.
"Second, we need to meet Steven and talk to him -- just us and him. No offense, but this is some freaky shit, and for all we know you've got him chained up for experiments. Until we confirm your story with him, nothing's final."
"and?"
"And that's basically it ."
"Your terms are acceptable. Well, to me, at least. Can I assume you don't want a faked death? I hope so, it's much less troublesome."
The private dining room had a commanding view of the sea, and I noted that our host had arranged the seating to that we all had an open view of it. He'd sat us together, and as he'd poured the drinks for the first course, we'd held hands under the table, my hand the little spoon to Charlie's oversized mitt. Paolo seemed so comfortable in the role of host that it was a bit of a shock when he sat down, and someone else served us.
"I managed a small restaurant to pay my way through school," he explained.
"And this allowed you more direct observation, because nobody pays attention to wait staff and busboys. You're invisible that way."
"I confess that I enjoy the game, but as you say," he replied breezily. "More importantly, it allowed me to see you in your relaxed state together. That is why I have approached you this way."
He thoughtfully sliced off a piece of his steak and popped it into his mouth. "In fact, you remind me very much of Steven and myself. But with one key difference: Ben has the genetic signature that allows....this. And I, sadly, lack it.."
Charlie and I exchanged looks. You could see the sadness in Paolo's eyes.
"You can go with your lover on this journey; I can only stay behind and wish others well."
"But we don't know what the journey is," Charlie said. "This has a purpose, right? I mean, dude, it's clear that there's some end goal in mind...."
"That's why we want to talk to Steven," I finished.
"Ah, then you've made your decision?"
I frowned. "Surely you know the answer. I'm pretty sure you've had the capacity to monitor our internet -- that's childs play compared to what you've been dealing with."
"I know only that you have researched a lot. I try not to snoop *too* much." He finished his plate and pushed it away. "You must understand, I don't wish to begin our work together with distrust. Knowing you took the offer seriously was all I needed to know. Building your trust is more important than satisfying any particular curiosity."
He seemed sincere and I looked to Charlie for confirmation. "Then we accept, with a few conditions."
"Of course."
"First, no more secrets. If we're going to be part of this, we want in. Charlie may not look it but he has the science chops to grasp at least some of this. And me, I'm good at my job too. Data crunching is kind of my thing. So the deal is that we get fully briefed and find a way to help figure this out."
Paolo nodded his understanding.
"Second, we need to meet Steven and talk to him -- just us and him. No offense, but this is some freaky shit, and for all we know you've got him chained up for experiments. Until we confirm your story with him, nothing's final."
"and?"
"And that's basically it ."
"Your terms are acceptable. Well, to me, at least. Can I assume you don't want a faked death? I hope so, it's much less troublesome."
“I don’t want to be cut off completely,” I said. “Neither does Charlie.”
Paolo frowned. “There are some challenges we haven’t yet figured out. It’s only fair to tell you that you may soon reach a stage in your evolution where it’s simply not practical for you to interact much with the mundane world.”
“As long as I have Ben, I’m good. But I do wonder what’s next. I mean, it’s getting freaky now.” Charlie asked.
“Ben will likely catch up soon,” Paolo said. “What’s underway appears to be a one-way trip.”
“To where?” I asked aloud.
Paolo said nothing for a moment, then stood. “Come along. I think it’s time for you to meet Steven.”
We followed our host to the back of the room where a nondescript door led to a small elevator, the controls for which were a touchscreen. It scanned Paolo’s palm and then he input some code, and then began to drop. Now, I’ve always had a pretty good head for that sort of thing, and I guessed we were going down more than the four stories indicated. My ears popped. Down we continued, at a guess some seventy feet or so. We were deep underground when the door opened and we stepped out into a dimly lit gallery, with a large thick windows. The lighting was quite subdued, and a salty tang was in the air. A large sunken pool stretched off to one side, while large comfortable-looking (and likely waterproof) furniture was scattered around the space. The ceiling was higher than most I’d seen.
“We’ve guests,” Paulo said, at normal volume.
Suddenly, something swam past the viewing window at high speed, and disappeared from sight. With a sudden splash, something — someone — emerged from the pool.
And thus, we saw Steven, or what he had evolved into. What we were likely to become.
He was both beautiful and terrifying. First, he was large — nearly half again as tall as me, which put him in the 8-9 foot range. Second, he was mostly human looking, with long, solid bulk for muscles, and strong, long limbs. No trace of hair below his head. His had a strong jaw and an elegant neck — and an absolutely beautiful face. Classic and almost boyishly handsome, with a strong nose and deep blue eyes. His hair was long and black, and hung loosely down until he flicked it back out of his view. Basically he looked like a gorgeous model or athlete, but scaled up in photoshop or something. His arms were the long, strong arms of a powerful swimmer, and his legs much the same, but the hands and feet were too large, and too webbed, to be taken for human anymore. And his cock...well, it was also too large to be remotely human. It hung, soft, down to just below his knee, which at his size meant it was probably almost 20 inches *soft*. His balls were of similar monstrous size. I could see, here and there from the front, the tendrils of a familiar and quite extensive tattoo, and nearly mistook the painted scales for actual shimmering scales.
It was hard to look elsewhere, and I became conscious of a scent, and found myself sniffing before I realized. Charlie put a large hand on mine and I gripped it, suddenly filled with need.
“Hi,” the huge man-thing said. “I’m Steven. Looks like you’re along for this ride now too.“
Well I’m here to tell you, getting buff and hung alongside your buff and hung boyfriend isn’t bad at all, even if you worry about where it’s headed. But being confronted with a giant-sized post-human sea monster named Steven, who represents your future form, is completely freak-out-inducing.
At least for me it was. For Charlie, well, he later told me that he suddenly saw where things were headed and felt okay with it, rather than fearful. But for me, I was literally gripping Charlie’s hand like a vise to keep my shit together.
“Oh, man, sorry. My pheromones are kind of working overtime, but you can get used to them. Sorry about the rudeness, but I’m going to need to deal with this” he said, gesturing at his own massive and inflating sex. “It ju9st kind of comes with the package, so to speak, ha ha.” He sat gracefully and reclined against a wall, as his huge erection continue to stretch out and up.
“Honestly,” Paulo tutted. “I do apologize. But it’s best to let him finish when he’s like this.”
We said nothing, locked in mutual lust with this oversized sex beast in front of us. And for as much as my animal brain, or whatever was controlling my libido, was exploding with lust, I think Charlie had it worse as he was farther along. His own large tool rose. But even his nearly 18 inches was half as impressive as what Steven was currently tucking into his wide mouth. While Steven proceeded to fuck his own face, Paolo quickly shucked his loose-fitting garments and embraced his lover. Watching him try to help his huge lover self-fellate was ridiculously hot, especially since Paolo was in damned fine shape himself. But it was also clear that his lover had him utterly outmatched.
Judging by how strong Charlie had become and was continuing to become, my guess was that Steven could have snapped our buff host in half with just one massive hand.
Charlie and I lasted maybe thirty seconds before we were stripping to enjoy each other. Maybe it was the pheromones, or maybe just the scene, but it got me as horny as I’d ever been, and Charlie much the same. We attacked each other with gusto, pulled along by the contagious libido explosion ten feet away. Any thoughts of propriety were LONG gone.
And then, when all of us had blown spectacularly, Paolo still wheezing a bit after being his lover’s plaything, our host stood shakily and took a deep breath. The haze of lust cleared, and only the echo remained — but given how much sex Charlie and I had been having all day, I wasn’t sure whether I even had an off switch anymore.
As for Steven, he smiled and gently wiped himself off, then arranged himself so he wasn’t quite so far above eye level for us. God, every movement he made was a symphony of graceful intent, and a million small muscles popped out to cheer him on. The giant smiled, and his perfect teeth and dimples suddenly rendered him less terrifying.
“Now you know. Steven here is where you’re headed. He’s been stable for a little over two months now, and near as I can tell, he’s become whatever he was supposed to be.”
Paolo frowned. “There are some challenges we haven’t yet figured out. It’s only fair to tell you that you may soon reach a stage in your evolution where it’s simply not practical for you to interact much with the mundane world.”
“As long as I have Ben, I’m good. But I do wonder what’s next. I mean, it’s getting freaky now.” Charlie asked.
“Ben will likely catch up soon,” Paolo said. “What’s underway appears to be a one-way trip.”
“To where?” I asked aloud.
Paolo said nothing for a moment, then stood. “Come along. I think it’s time for you to meet Steven.”
We followed our host to the back of the room where a nondescript door led to a small elevator, the controls for which were a touchscreen. It scanned Paolo’s palm and then he input some code, and then began to drop. Now, I’ve always had a pretty good head for that sort of thing, and I guessed we were going down more than the four stories indicated. My ears popped. Down we continued, at a guess some seventy feet or so. We were deep underground when the door opened and we stepped out into a dimly lit gallery, with a large thick windows. The lighting was quite subdued, and a salty tang was in the air. A large sunken pool stretched off to one side, while large comfortable-looking (and likely waterproof) furniture was scattered around the space. The ceiling was higher than most I’d seen.
“We’ve guests,” Paulo said, at normal volume.
Suddenly, something swam past the viewing window at high speed, and disappeared from sight. With a sudden splash, something — someone — emerged from the pool.
And thus, we saw Steven, or what he had evolved into. What we were likely to become.
He was both beautiful and terrifying. First, he was large — nearly half again as tall as me, which put him in the 8-9 foot range. Second, he was mostly human looking, with long, solid bulk for muscles, and strong, long limbs. No trace of hair below his head. His had a strong jaw and an elegant neck — and an absolutely beautiful face. Classic and almost boyishly handsome, with a strong nose and deep blue eyes. His hair was long and black, and hung loosely down until he flicked it back out of his view. Basically he looked like a gorgeous model or athlete, but scaled up in photoshop or something. His arms were the long, strong arms of a powerful swimmer, and his legs much the same, but the hands and feet were too large, and too webbed, to be taken for human anymore. And his cock...well, it was also too large to be remotely human. It hung, soft, down to just below his knee, which at his size meant it was probably almost 20 inches *soft*. His balls were of similar monstrous size. I could see, here and there from the front, the tendrils of a familiar and quite extensive tattoo, and nearly mistook the painted scales for actual shimmering scales.
It was hard to look elsewhere, and I became conscious of a scent, and found myself sniffing before I realized. Charlie put a large hand on mine and I gripped it, suddenly filled with need.
“Hi,” the huge man-thing said. “I’m Steven. Looks like you’re along for this ride now too.“
Well I’m here to tell you, getting buff and hung alongside your buff and hung boyfriend isn’t bad at all, even if you worry about where it’s headed. But being confronted with a giant-sized post-human sea monster named Steven, who represents your future form, is completely freak-out-inducing.
At least for me it was. For Charlie, well, he later told me that he suddenly saw where things were headed and felt okay with it, rather than fearful. But for me, I was literally gripping Charlie’s hand like a vise to keep my shit together.
“Oh, man, sorry. My pheromones are kind of working overtime, but you can get used to them. Sorry about the rudeness, but I’m going to need to deal with this” he said, gesturing at his own massive and inflating sex. “It ju9st kind of comes with the package, so to speak, ha ha.” He sat gracefully and reclined against a wall, as his huge erection continue to stretch out and up.
“Honestly,” Paulo tutted. “I do apologize. But it’s best to let him finish when he’s like this.”
We said nothing, locked in mutual lust with this oversized sex beast in front of us. And for as much as my animal brain, or whatever was controlling my libido, was exploding with lust, I think Charlie had it worse as he was farther along. His own large tool rose. But even his nearly 18 inches was half as impressive as what Steven was currently tucking into his wide mouth. While Steven proceeded to fuck his own face, Paolo quickly shucked his loose-fitting garments and embraced his lover. Watching him try to help his huge lover self-fellate was ridiculously hot, especially since Paolo was in damned fine shape himself. But it was also clear that his lover had him utterly outmatched.
Judging by how strong Charlie had become and was continuing to become, my guess was that Steven could have snapped our buff host in half with just one massive hand.
Charlie and I lasted maybe thirty seconds before we were stripping to enjoy each other. Maybe it was the pheromones, or maybe just the scene, but it got me as horny as I’d ever been, and Charlie much the same. We attacked each other with gusto, pulled along by the contagious libido explosion ten feet away. Any thoughts of propriety were LONG gone.
And then, when all of us had blown spectacularly, Paolo still wheezing a bit after being his lover’s plaything, our host stood shakily and took a deep breath. The haze of lust cleared, and only the echo remained — but given how much sex Charlie and I had been having all day, I wasn’t sure whether I even had an off switch anymore.
As for Steven, he smiled and gently wiped himself off, then arranged himself so he wasn’t quite so far above eye level for us. God, every movement he made was a symphony of graceful intent, and a million small muscles popped out to cheer him on. The giant smiled, and his perfect teeth and dimples suddenly rendered him less terrifying.
“Now you know. Steven here is where you’re headed. He’s been stable for a little over two months now, and near as I can tell, he’s become whatever he was supposed to be.”
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