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Here is a story I worked on. As I get older, the whole growth fetish seems to be less appealing to me, so I'm thinking this may be my last growth story. There will be sex later on, and female growth as well. It's also finished, so I won't leave it hanging like my other stories. Enjoy!
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So Alex is one of my closest friends. I've known him for almost 10 years. 27, Polish-American, stands at about 5'10". He's pretty cut, but not big, he doesn't have any fat. We make fun of him about it. Light skinned, blonde hair. He's kinda full of himself. But whatever, he's just the focus of a story, the details of his appearance aren't important yet.
The weird thing about this story, is that I suddenly found myself possessing his body. Well, not really possessing...and not really suddenly...
Let's just say, on a whim, I decided to dive into the most spiritual experience possible. I took 10 hits of really good LSD, an eighth of magic mushrooms, and finished it off with a large dose of ayahuasca. Also Peyote. Let me tell you, it was a nightmarish break down of every part of my mind, which shattered into a million pieces and those pieces were flung all across the cosmos, through our universe and beyond, into parallel universes and perpendicular ones and I think a Triangular universe or something. I don't know, I'm not exactly sure where I was.
Was I stupid for doing such a thing? Probably. Would mixing all these drugs really expand my perception? Only Hunter S. Thompson and/or God knows.
All I know is that I suddenly found myself with the ability to possess people. Now, when I say possess, I don't mean, control them. It's more like that movie, Being John Malkovich. Which I never saw. But I know the plot. So I can possess people, and just watch what they do.
Alex was the first person I decided to try it on.
Now, let me get another point across. I'm Bi...ish. Sorta. It's hard to explain. I'm a complicated man. After all, I took a shit ton of acid, shrooms, DMT and Peyote at the same time and suddenly gained super powers. Complicated, eh? Anyway...not to offend anyone, but I find homosexual sex gross. I don't mean "JESUS WILL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU SODOMITES!" gross. I don't think there are any moral or social ramifications to homosexuality. I mean, do what you wanna do, it's your life. But if you do it in front of me, I might gag a little, or grimace and walk away. It's just like...If you see someone spit up a loogey...that's how I feel about it. But, I appreciate the male form. The male form can turn me on, but I'm not attracted to it. The female form turns me on, and it attracts me to it as well. Let me move on, because this part is relatively irrelevant, but does lead to why I choose Alex.
Another thing that breakdown of my psyche seemed to do was give me the ability to grow anyone I possess. Was it just that I'm crazy, locked in an asylum, and I believe I'm still living in my normal life with the ability to possess and grow anyone I want? Maybe. Was it that my consciousness traversed all times and places, within and beyond our universe, and landed in this universe where everything is the same except that I have these powers? I'm sticking with this explanation...I enjoy it more and it's less depressing than the asylum one.
I choose Alex because he is an attractive man. And he absolutely loved that he was attractive. While his confidence is a positive, his arrogance is a negative. But Alex is...let us say he has a weakness. When life punches him, he takes it hard. Really hard. I think his confidence/arrogance in his appearance keeps him afloat. His attractiveness gives him some strength to deal with that. I decided to give him more.
He had just taken a shower, and was in his boxers. He worked out often, and like I said, kept in shape, but wasn't huge or anything. Just really fit. He was admiring himself in the mirror, and I could feel what he felt, understand what he thought. He felt pride in his body, and being part of him now, I felt that pride, too. I began to work my magic, pushing out against his body from the inside. I could see everything he could see. I could feel everything he could feel, physically and emotionally. I felt the pressure all over his body. It felt like working out, except without any of the pain or loss of energy. It felt pleasurable, as he slowly gained power and mass.
He looked a bit confused in the mirror, and took a step closer to it, thinking his eyes were playing tricked on him. Slowly, bit by bit, he was growing. He looked at his torso, and watching as the already defined muscles began to swell up, little by little. Just fast enough for him to be able to see it happening. "What the fuck..." He said under his breath.
His mind echoed "Am I growing?" He looked down, and watching his body swell up. Every muscle in his body was growing, and I felt his skin tightened all across his body, from the tips of his toes, to the top of his head. Another thought crossed his mind, "Holy shit...I am growing!" His heart began to race in the excitement of this awesome, unexplainable event.
I could feel the stirring in his underwear, as he began to grow erect. "This is awesome!" he thought, and pulled down his boxers. "I hope my cock and balls are growing, too..." He thought, eager to see what was going on down there. He was already big, I could tell searching through his mind. He had measured before, being 7.5" inches long, and 5.5" inches around. He stroked his penis, looking up in the mirror, and back down at his cock, as it quickly grew fully erect, throbbing with an upward curve. He could instantly tell it was bigger. He grabbed it, and felt it slowly swelling up in his hand, growing longer, thicker, and harder, with every pulse of his quick beating heart.
"Holy shit..." He said, as I felt his dick swelling in his hand. He was getting extremely excited and happy that this was happening, a huge grin appearing across his face. "Fuck yeah! I hope this keeps going...I wanna be fucking massive..." He thought, as he touched his pecs, feeling a new found hardness building within them. His penis hardened even more. He looked back up in the mirror, and flexed his chest, watching with an intense and deep focus on his body as it swelled up in every direction. He brought his arms up, and flexed his biceps, and looked directly at his right one, watching it swell up right in front of his face. He let out a little, "heh" as his smirk grew wider.
I stopped his growth for now, bringing him to 6'2" in height, and he weight 215 lbs of solid muscle. His heart was still racing, and his dick was still incredibly hard, now at 8.5 inches long, and 6 around. He cupped his balls, and they sent a wave of pleasure through his body. The new sensitivity his entire body had to pleasure was amplified by the fact that his balls felt giant in his hand.
He began to stroke himself, and it felt amazing. His thoughts agreed, as he realized it felt better than he had ever felt before. He passively brought himself close to orgasm, and then passively retreated it. He let out a soft "Ha!" as he thought "Awesome...I have full control of my orgasms...what about my boner..." He willed his penis to soften, and it obeyed his command. He will it to harden, and it filled up to attention. He even willed it to harden even more, forcing it to swell slightly larger. He thought about how awesome it was. He also thought about how, now, he could continously force more and more blood into his erection...would this cause him to grow over time? He began to wonder what could cause this. He was a bio major, and attempted to think of what could make him grow. But he knew mass couldn't be created. The closest theory he could think of was that, somehow, he was pulling in matter from around him, growing him.
At this point, his erection was as hard as a rock, as he subconsciously willed it harder and harder. He began to stroke himself, immediately feeling a ton of pleasure, then paused, thinking of his girlfriend. "Wait, what am I doing?" He said, and grabbed his phone, and called her.
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So Alex is one of my closest friends. I've known him for almost 10 years. 27, Polish-American, stands at about 5'10". He's pretty cut, but not big, he doesn't have any fat. We make fun of him about it. Light skinned, blonde hair. He's kinda full of himself. But whatever, he's just the focus of a story, the details of his appearance aren't important yet.
The weird thing about this story, is that I suddenly found myself possessing his body. Well, not really possessing...and not really suddenly...
Let's just say, on a whim, I decided to dive into the most spiritual experience possible. I took 10 hits of really good LSD, an eighth of magic mushrooms, and finished it off with a large dose of ayahuasca. Also Peyote. Let me tell you, it was a nightmarish break down of every part of my mind, which shattered into a million pieces and those pieces were flung all across the cosmos, through our universe and beyond, into parallel universes and perpendicular ones and I think a Triangular universe or something. I don't know, I'm not exactly sure where I was.
Was I stupid for doing such a thing? Probably. Would mixing all these drugs really expand my perception? Only Hunter S. Thompson and/or God knows.
All I know is that I suddenly found myself with the ability to possess people. Now, when I say possess, I don't mean, control them. It's more like that movie, Being John Malkovich. Which I never saw. But I know the plot. So I can possess people, and just watch what they do.
Alex was the first person I decided to try it on.
Now, let me get another point across. I'm Bi...ish. Sorta. It's hard to explain. I'm a complicated man. After all, I took a shit ton of acid, shrooms, DMT and Peyote at the same time and suddenly gained super powers. Complicated, eh? Anyway...not to offend anyone, but I find homosexual sex gross. I don't mean "JESUS WILL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU SODOMITES!" gross. I don't think there are any moral or social ramifications to homosexuality. I mean, do what you wanna do, it's your life. But if you do it in front of me, I might gag a little, or grimace and walk away. It's just like...If you see someone spit up a loogey...that's how I feel about it. But, I appreciate the male form. The male form can turn me on, but I'm not attracted to it. The female form turns me on, and it attracts me to it as well. Let me move on, because this part is relatively irrelevant, but does lead to why I choose Alex.
Another thing that breakdown of my psyche seemed to do was give me the ability to grow anyone I possess. Was it just that I'm crazy, locked in an asylum, and I believe I'm still living in my normal life with the ability to possess and grow anyone I want? Maybe. Was it that my consciousness traversed all times and places, within and beyond our universe, and landed in this universe where everything is the same except that I have these powers? I'm sticking with this explanation...I enjoy it more and it's less depressing than the asylum one.
I choose Alex because he is an attractive man. And he absolutely loved that he was attractive. While his confidence is a positive, his arrogance is a negative. But Alex is...let us say he has a weakness. When life punches him, he takes it hard. Really hard. I think his confidence/arrogance in his appearance keeps him afloat. His attractiveness gives him some strength to deal with that. I decided to give him more.
He had just taken a shower, and was in his boxers. He worked out often, and like I said, kept in shape, but wasn't huge or anything. Just really fit. He was admiring himself in the mirror, and I could feel what he felt, understand what he thought. He felt pride in his body, and being part of him now, I felt that pride, too. I began to work my magic, pushing out against his body from the inside. I could see everything he could see. I could feel everything he could feel, physically and emotionally. I felt the pressure all over his body. It felt like working out, except without any of the pain or loss of energy. It felt pleasurable, as he slowly gained power and mass.
He looked a bit confused in the mirror, and took a step closer to it, thinking his eyes were playing tricked on him. Slowly, bit by bit, he was growing. He looked at his torso, and watching as the already defined muscles began to swell up, little by little. Just fast enough for him to be able to see it happening. "What the fuck..." He said under his breath.
His mind echoed "Am I growing?" He looked down, and watching his body swell up. Every muscle in his body was growing, and I felt his skin tightened all across his body, from the tips of his toes, to the top of his head. Another thought crossed his mind, "Holy shit...I am growing!" His heart began to race in the excitement of this awesome, unexplainable event.
I could feel the stirring in his underwear, as he began to grow erect. "This is awesome!" he thought, and pulled down his boxers. "I hope my cock and balls are growing, too..." He thought, eager to see what was going on down there. He was already big, I could tell searching through his mind. He had measured before, being 7.5" inches long, and 5.5" inches around. He stroked his penis, looking up in the mirror, and back down at his cock, as it quickly grew fully erect, throbbing with an upward curve. He could instantly tell it was bigger. He grabbed it, and felt it slowly swelling up in his hand, growing longer, thicker, and harder, with every pulse of his quick beating heart.
"Holy shit..." He said, as I felt his dick swelling in his hand. He was getting extremely excited and happy that this was happening, a huge grin appearing across his face. "Fuck yeah! I hope this keeps going...I wanna be fucking massive..." He thought, as he touched his pecs, feeling a new found hardness building within them. His penis hardened even more. He looked back up in the mirror, and flexed his chest, watching with an intense and deep focus on his body as it swelled up in every direction. He brought his arms up, and flexed his biceps, and looked directly at his right one, watching it swell up right in front of his face. He let out a little, "heh" as his smirk grew wider.
I stopped his growth for now, bringing him to 6'2" in height, and he weight 215 lbs of solid muscle. His heart was still racing, and his dick was still incredibly hard, now at 8.5 inches long, and 6 around. He cupped his balls, and they sent a wave of pleasure through his body. The new sensitivity his entire body had to pleasure was amplified by the fact that his balls felt giant in his hand.
He began to stroke himself, and it felt amazing. His thoughts agreed, as he realized it felt better than he had ever felt before. He passively brought himself close to orgasm, and then passively retreated it. He let out a soft "Ha!" as he thought "Awesome...I have full control of my orgasms...what about my boner..." He willed his penis to soften, and it obeyed his command. He will it to harden, and it filled up to attention. He even willed it to harden even more, forcing it to swell slightly larger. He thought about how awesome it was. He also thought about how, now, he could continously force more and more blood into his erection...would this cause him to grow over time? He began to wonder what could cause this. He was a bio major, and attempted to think of what could make him grow. But he knew mass couldn't be created. The closest theory he could think of was that, somehow, he was pulling in matter from around him, growing him.
At this point, his erection was as hard as a rock, as he subconsciously willed it harder and harder. He began to stroke himself, immediately feeling a ton of pleasure, then paused, thinking of his girlfriend. "Wait, what am I doing?" He said, and grabbed his phone, and called her.