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It was happening again, only this time he felt his cock snake out another two inches, as his balls nearly doubled in size. The changes were more and more frequent now, and more and more extreme. Nathan excused himself from the business meeting, desperately trying to hide his obscene bulge, and hurried to the restroom.
There he unzipped his trousers and let his cock and balls out, grunting and jacking off, unable to help himself. He’d expected that spell he’d had cast for him to be a one off, not a fucking chronic condition! Another tingle was building, his cock pushing out past a foot long, his balls once again doubling, and a heat flushed through his body, a massive load of testosterone and hormones in quantities his body had never seen.
The hair was the most immediate change, a five o’ clock shadow developing over his face, his hair receding back into advanced baldness, the hair spreading all over his body and back, growing into a thick pelt. He was so focused on jacking off now he didn’t notice his clothes start ripping apart, his muscles quickly growing over developed, his bones aching as they entered another growth spurt. Finally he came in a massive torrent, nearly filling the sink in front of him to the brim with sperm, and he felt some of his mind return to him.
It was so hard for him to think about anything other than sex now–it was like he was going through puberty all over again, only a hundred times worse, and he didn’t think this was going to fade as he got older. The smell of himself filling the room though, that was good. This place was his now, he’d marked it with his seed, the air full of his musk. He ripped off the clothes confining him, proud of his new body, snorting at the stench of pheromones coming from his arm pits, and he knew what he needed, what would make him feel all better.
A fuck. He needed someone to fuck, a man to fuck, a man to dominate. He didn’t need to wait long. Gregory from finance stopped by to take a piss on the way to a meeting, and only got two feet into the door before the massive neanderthal had pinned him up against the wall, ripping off his clothes and impaling him on his nearly two foot long cock. This would be a fine specimen for his herd, if it survived, Nathan’s now simple brain thought. He hoped it would live through the conversion, he loved the way the small, screaming creature’s ass clung to his giant cock. Nathan had thought that having a bigger cock would help him become a bigger man–and he had no idea how right he was.
“Early retirement? What retirement? Everything–all of my savings in wrapped up in this company–in my pension!” the older man shouted in Andrew’s face, who just sat there calmly in his posh desk chair.
“Oh–you were grandfathered into that? I didn’t think anyone here had those anymore. I’m sure you’ll be able to convert some of it into a 401k–”
“Fuck you and your 401ks! I’m sixty two, and you’re just going to fire me? After all these years cleaning your fucking toilets and emptying your trash?”
“It wasn’t my decision, sir. You’ll find some way, I’m sure. Now–I need you to wait outside–security will be by shortly to escort you out.”
The older man stormed to the door, face red, shouting, “You fucking suits–you don’t fucking get it. Ruining people’s lives for the fun of it–as if you’ve ever worked a day in your life. It probably gets you fucking off!” and then slammed the door shut behind him.
Andrew smirked and gave his cock a squeeze. It was a bit hard–fancy that. Maybe he did enjoy this. The company had been thick with layoffs this quarter, in an effort to cut costs and make their lackluster earnings look a bit nicer, and while some people in his position might hate this part–Andrew relished it.
Of course he’d known Bill, the old janitor, had had a pension with the company–that was one of the primary reasons Andrew had been told to fire him. Besides, the guy was sixty-two, and barely got much cleaning done anymore. He could hire two Mexicans for half the payroll to do four times the work the old bastard was putting out. He heard a ruckus outside his door–security arriving–and the din disappeared down the hall. Andrew shuffled Bill’s discharge papers around on his desk, and checked the clock–4:30, almost the end of the day–and figured it could wait until the morning, giving him a chance to sneak out early for an afternoon round of golf. He spent fifteen minutes or so getting his things together and answering one last round of emails, and then realized that he had to take a piss.
He set off down the hall, into the restroom, and headed for the urinal, but as he was getting ready to unbutton and unzip his pants, he caught a strange aroma on the air–smoke. It was almost sweet, but also a little dank–definitely was some sort of tobacco, probably a cigar. He’d certainly been to plenty of smoky poker games with executives, but had never partaken himself. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice his cock release his piss into the front of his pants, down both of his legs where it pooled in his almost new leather shoes. “Sh–Shit!” he cried, trying to stop his flow, but there was nothing he could do, as the puddle of urine around him spread wider, the smoke growing thicker in the room, giving him a headache, and making his stomach knot. He’d never felt like that around cigars before–but he could barely walk straight. He tried to get to the door, to get out, but all he could manage was to slump up against the sinks in pain and nausea.
It was difficult to see himself in the mirror, between his double vision and the growing cloud of haze in the room, but he looked–odd. There was something wrong with his face…no, there was something growing on his face. He reached up with a hand and felt a beard filling in all across his chin, as his hair started pulling back, making him look ten years older than he was, but other things were wrong too. His clothes felt so tight and constrictive all of a sudden, and he started clawing at his tailored suit but it was too late. The fabric began tearing apart at the seams, buttons flying away across the room. When he got the clothes off of him, all that remained were tatters. Looking down at his naked body, he saw that he was growing a large gut covered with hair. He had to stop this–it had to be the smoke, it had to. He started busting into the stalls, finding them empty until the final handicapped stall, where he found a muscular young man, pants off, grinning around a smouldering cigar.
“I was wondering when you’d find your way in here, asshole,” the man said, stroking his dick, and as he took a big inhale off his cigar, Andrew watched as the man’s cock started to grow, increasing in length and girth with every pull, soon passing nine, then ten inches in length. Andrew’s gaze was locked on it, his now bare feet stumbling forward until he fell to his knees and began licking up and down the massive shaft.
“Yeah, you like that big dick, don’t ya?” the man said, grabbing the hair remaining on Andrew’s head and slamming the massive cock down his throat making him gag, “If you like it so much, why don’t you choke on it?” Andrew did his best to oblige him, and after a few minutes was rewarded with a blast of cum shot acros his now heavily bearded face. Andrew gasped for a second, trying to catch his breath, as the man got up, shoved his face down into the toilet with his booted foot, and started pissing all over the back of his head, the stream running down his face and over his eyes and mouth, and the man left, without another word, leaving Andrew soaked and still trying to digest the suddenness of the assault.
The smoke was clearing as the fans worked the room, and Andrew felt some clarity return to him, enough to cough and sputter on the ground, staring down at his changed body and wondering what in the world had happened to him. He heard the door to the bathroom open, as some of his co-workers came in, and he quickly locked the stall door shut, realizing it wouldn’t be good to be found naked in the bathroom. Checking under the partitions, he didn’t see any of his clothes–the smoking man must have taken them as he’d left. Andrew was essentially trapped–he couldn’t go out like this. Perhaps luckily, he’d just fired the janitor, so he’d be safe as the floor emptied for the night. Maybe then he’d be able to sneak out.
The next few hours didn’t pass quickly, and Andrew found his new body had some…unhealthy fascinations. He was so horny now, but he could only get hard when he was smelling or drinking piss. He couldn’t resist lapping up his own mess from the floor, followed by the spunk he shot doing so, and then he cleaned all of the urinals for good measure. The entire time, he tried to stop, telling himself this was wrong, but his body was running on autopilot. His brain kept saying that he needed to do this. He felt guilty, but for what, he didn’t know, and this was almost some sort of…penance.
He didn’t notice the door open as a pile of clothing that was dropped on the floor with a note telling him to get dressed and come down to the shipping bays. What he did notice was the smell–the same smoke from earlier permeated everything, and Andrew felt himself slip back into the fog from before, dressing himself in the dirty jeans, boots and cap (there wasn’t a shirt) and followed the scent of smoke all the way down to the back of the building, where he found the same man smoking what looked like the same cigar, though it looked no shorter.
“Who–Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?” Andrew said, his voice sounding strange, so deep and slurred.
The man didn’t say anything immediately–he just dropped his pants and as soon as Andrew laid eyes on his huge dick again, he got down and started sucking it, helpless. After a chuckle, the man finally spoke:
“Me? My name’s Dustin Leaver–you might recognize the last name, since you fired my dad last week. A year before retirement even. Well, when I heard about all the layoffs you’ve been making, I got to thinking that you weren’t suited for your job, so I’m helping you find a new one.
“Now, these cigars are nice, but I think I’ve reached the limit of what I can do to you–I think you’re going to have to do the rest yourself. See, you know you’ve done wrong–I can tell. You know you deserve punishment for the suffering you’ve caused. So I’m gonna give you this cigar, and you’re gonna smoke it, and we’re just gonna see what happens. How does that sound? Because I haven’t done anything to you–this is all you, and I can’t wait to see what happens when you get a good dose of this smoke. Though thanks for the big dick, I wasn’t expecting to get anything out of this. I bet it’ll feel damn good up your ass once you’re all finished.”
Andrew didn’t understand anything that Dustin had said, but he let out a moan of dismay when the cock was pulled from his mouth. The younger man hauled him up to his feet and shoved the cigar between his teeth, forcing Andrew to take a deep drag of smoke deep into himself…and then he understood–he understood all of it. He’d done bad things–horrible things to people. Destroyed lives, ruined retirements, all for the sake of making more money. He needed to be punished–and bad. He felt a quiver in his dirty jeans and pulled out his cock, finding it rapidly shrinking to less than an inch long, as his balls swelled up. There was a sharp pain as metal appeared in his cock and both nipples, but he deserved more–so much more.
He pulled in more smoke, fueling his own latent guilt, feeling his gut balloon out even further into a ball which slowly softened and sagged down over his crotch, a thick layer of gunt absorbing his new nub of a cock. The fur on his body thickened and started losing color, becoming a dingy grey, his beard growing out until it rested on his new moobs, his hair receding back to a wispy fringe of long, greasy hairs. Tattoos blossomed on his body, images of filthy sex acts and degrading names, more piercings springing from his flesh in his ears and face, making him look like a freak. As a final tough, his big balls descended, the sack stretching until it reached his knees, the flesh in between a riot of metal rings and studs. He’d never be able to wear underwear again, and he’d have to keep his balls dangling down one of his pant legs, crushing them with every stride. The cigar in his mouth crumbled to ash, and he licked his lips, feeling around his rotten teeth badly chipped by their collisions with his tongue stud. He fell back down onto his knees in front of Dustin, wincing as his balls smacked against the concrete. “Please sir, use me like the filthy whore I am. Punish me, I deserve it.”
“I’d be happy to, bitch–but I have a few friends who’d love to play too. See, I thought we’d throw you a little party, to break you in–and I think you’ve met all of them before. Come on out, guys!” Dustin shouted, and a crowd of men filed into the room, Andrew vaguely recognizing them as a collection of men he’d fired from the company over the last few months–including the janitor he’d fired just hours ago. He serviced them all night long, drinking down their piss and cum, cleaning out their dirty holes while they tortured his balls and ridiculed his miniscule dick. As the night wore on, Andrew felt his old life drifting further and further away, his mind growing feeble and weak to match his new body. When Dustin offered him a new job in the shipping department the next morning, Andrew was overwhelmed with thanks. He didn’t deserve such kindness, not that he got much of it in his new job.
He was at the bottom of the totem pole now, just a freight worker, but he didn’t do much heavy lifting. He spent most of his days cleaning the bathrooms with his tongue, and chain smoking cigars while he begged the men to use their massive cocks on both his holes. That, it seemed, was his one gift–every dick he saw grew enormous–all the better to rip apart his holes. It was the least he could do. He was far more suited for this position, he knew–and while he wouldn’t say he was happy, he knew it was what he’d earned.
Warning: This story contains situations of rape and non-consensual sex. Don’t like it, don’t read it.
“Look, we know something’s up. Just fucking spill it,” Jace said.
“Yeah,” Dave added, “this is way too weird. I mean, a new fatsuit without telling us? And how in the hell did you make that beard look so damn real?”
Tony stammered a bit, looking for some words that could get him out of this corner. Fucking Max and his bright ideas! When they’d heard their friends knock on the door, Max had told him to go put on his padding gear–the extra large clothes he wore with his fatsuits when the rest of the gang came over for their parties–and then told him to find some excuse to get them to leave so he and Max could split, but it was a pretty bad plan. When Tony finally answered the door, he was greeted by Jace and Dave who began the group with Max and Tony, as well as Trent and Phillip, two shy, bespectacled friends who had joined just recently and were still learning the ropes.
He told them about Max’s surprise visit, the magic salve, and about putting it on in the bathroom and how he had grown. When he finished, Jace just gaped at him, before saying a simple, “Bullshit.”
“No, It’s true! See?” Tony said, and took down his suspenders and pulled off his 4XL long sleeve shirt to reveal his massive, hairy gut, “It’s all real, I fucking swear. Max, get out here, and show them,” he called, and a bit angry at being found out, Max came around the corner, and all of their jaws dropped even lower.
“But…this can’t be true, can it? You’re just playing a prank or something. Is this some joke you play on new guys like us or something?” Trent said.
“No, it’s real,” Max said, strutting over, “and all of you need to leave. We don’t have time for this.”
The four looked at each other, and the twins turned to leave, but Dave and Jace grabbed them and pulled them back. “No, we want some too, all of us.”
“It’s all gone,” Max said.
“Now that is bullshit,” Jace said, “Cough it up, and let us have some, or we’ll bust your asses wide open,” Jace threatened, and Max and Tony looked at each other, knowing the jig was up.
“Alright, alright fine. But don’t use too much for christ’s sake,” Max said, “I can’t have the company relocate all of us.”
Dave and Jace high fived and hugged Max and Tony, while Trent and Phillip looked a bit incredulous. “Look, maybe…maybe your four have fun, but I’m not ready to make this permanent,” Phillip said, and stepped back to leave, and expected Trent to come with, but his friend didn’t budge. “Come on Trent, let’s go.”
Trent took a moment, and sighed, “No…No, I want this. I want some too.”
“You can’t be serious,” Phillip said.
“You can leave Phillip, but I want some,” Trent said, a bit louder than he’d meant to, and his face turned bright red.
“Look, take some or don’t I don’t care, but we don’t have all day,” Max said, “Who’s first?”
Jace went first, and stepped out of the bathroom a few minutes later a hundred and fifty pounds heavier, and wearing the full beard he’d never managed to grow before. Dave was next, growing a similar amount, but without the beard. Finally, Trent and Phillip went in together, and both emerged not quite as heavy as the others, but equally satisfied with their new look and weight. In the meantime, Tony had talked Max down from his anger, and when he saw how happy Jace and Dave were, exploring each other’s new bodies on the couch, he decided that they might as well just throw caution to the wind and make it a party. Tony ordered ten pizzas for them all to gorge on, turned up the music, and they partied all night long, pausing for a moment while Max took a group photo.
The evening eventually wore down however, and the friends broke off into couples, Phillip and Trent leaving for home together, while Jace and Dave were too drunk to drive and ended up sleeping on the floor of the living room, perfectly warm in their new layers of fat and wrapped in each other’s arms. Tony had gotten plenty drunk, and Max dragged him into the living room after watching him strut about in his huge jeans and suspenders all evening, and fucked his chubby ass again, before promptly falling asleep, but Tony didn’t join him–he was thinking about the salve, and his still too small cock.
What harm could it really do? It wasn’t like he needed to use much, just a bit on his cock and balls, make himself a little bigger than Max so he wouldn’t feel like so much less of a man. He snuck out from under Max’s heavy arm and lumbered into the bathroom as quietly as he could. There was still about a third of the bottle left, and he scooped out a good sized glob into his hand and started rubbing it around his cock and balls…but then he thought, why stop there? Why not get even bigger than he already was? His drunk mind ran away with his fantasy, and before he could stop himself, he was spreading it all over his body again, feeling himself swell and grow all over again. His cock was a good foot long before he realized he’d better shower himself off, but he felt strange this time. He wasn’t sure if it was the beer or what, but he was hornier than he’d ever been before, and his head felt kind of fuzzy, like it was hard to think about anything other than how much he wanted to fuck Max’s ass. So intense was the need, that he didn’t bother rinsing all of the salve off, lumbered into the bedroom and without even bothering with lube, rammed the head of his now thirteen inch cock into Max’s ass, the bear waking up with a scream.
“What the…what the fuck is that! Fuck it hurts!” Max shouted, but Tony just pushed in more.
“Now ya know how it feels, ya fucker. Now who’s the big man here? I’m the big man, and I’m gonna have your big ass whenever I want it.” Tony said, the salve clinging to his dick letting him slide in deeper, and he saw Max’s ass start growing larger, which only added more logs to Tony’s flame. Max continued to struggle, but was pinned under Tony’s new, and still growing, weight, though he was terrified that Tony’s cock was going to rip apart his ass if he kept ramming it deeper like that. Luckily, Jace and Dave had woken to Max’s screams and hurried into the bedroom, where together they managed to haul the very heavy Tony off of him, letting him scramble up, his new pear shaped ass jiggling as he fled the room. “Ya fuckers!” Tony shouted, “I’ll fucking show you, I’ll rape your asses too, just you wait,” he said, and tried to get up from the bed, but his still expanding gut had grown out and over his knees, pinning his legs and rendering him immobile on the bed.
It was then that he realized he might have made a mistake. The salve remaining on him wasn’t going to stop growing him, and if he didn’t get in the shower soon, he wouldn’t be able to fit through the door. He struggled a bit, but he couldn’t move, and he looked over and saw Jace and Dave looking at him fearfully. “Well don’t just stand there,” he said, “Fucking help me!” but the two turned and left to go look for Max, leaving Tony alone in the bedroom, expanding faster than ever. He struggled more and more, but soon he was bigger than the doorframe, and then the bed gave a shudder and collapsed underneath his weight. By the time Jace and Dave had returned, having helped give Max an enema to wash the salve from his well used hole, Tony could already touch both walls of the room with his hands, his head was brushing the ceiling, and even though his gut had extended past his feet, his cock had snaked it’s way out and was leaking precum all over the carpet, and was almost at the wall across from him.
“I…I think we need to get out of here,” Jace said to Dave, and they turned and left, Tony calling after them, now begging for help, but he knew it was too late. He was going to outgrow the room, the entire house. He was going to suffocate in here, and be crushed to death. Already it was becoming cramped, and he started to hyperventilate. No, he thought, I’m not going like this. With his huge hands, he started pounding the drywall, feeling the amazing amount of strength there, and he ripped holes in the sheets, breaking apart studs with his bare hands, tearing through the ceiling to make room for his head, desperate to keep up with the increasingly quick rate of his growth. Max stumbled in at some point, having quit his sobs of terror when he heard–and felt–the house begin to quake. Upon seeing the huge mass of flesh which was now Tony, he fled the house too, and not a moment too soon, as Tony had ripped out enough supports that the roof started caving in around him.
The first thing Tony felt when he broke through the debris was wet. Rain, sweet rain. Excited to clean himself off, he brushed away as much as he could, feeling his growth slow as the water washed the remnants of the salve off his body. Looking down, he saw Max gaping at him from the sidewalk, his ass nearly twice as wide as his gut, staring at his two story tall boyfriend, and realized that if he stood up–if he could stand up, he would probably be twice that tall. With the salve washing away, Tony felt his mind return, and he felt horribly guilty for what he had done. Gingerly, he picked up Max like he weighed nothing, and said, “Max…Max I’m sorry, I dodn’t mean to, I’m sorry…” he said, sobbing giant tears, and Max hugged his huge chest.
“No, I’m sorry for this. This is all my fault. I should have kept things under control, and I should have told you everything to begin with.”
The two shared a very uneven kiss, given that Tony’s tongue was about as large as Max’s torso, but they were interrupted by sirens, and the arrival of the FBI and representatives from the drug company, there to try and disarm the situation.
“You don’t think they brought any breakfast do you?’ Tony said with a smile, and Max laughed. Some dilemmas it seemed, had ways of solving themselves. He looked over and saw that he was at the same level as the tip of a pine tree in Tony’s backyard…where he’d been a good ten feet below it a few minutes prior. With a gulp, he added to that thought, that sometimes, they can create entirely new dilemmas too.
Tony stood in front of the mirror, and held up his camera phone, getting what he hoped would be his before shot of what would be an astounding transformation. See, Tony was what would be called a gainer. He wanted to be bigger, and especially fatter–well, and hairier, and just…he was just tired of being him. Smooth and mostly hairless, paunchy but not really fat. He’d tried recipes designed to pack on weight, solutions designed to thicken beards, but nothing had worked well, but then he’d run into Max.
Max had been like him, only worse. Scrawny and short, he’d always wanted to be bigger too. They’d met in a forum a few years ago, and once they’d learned that they lived in the same city, they had struck up a bit of a friendship, but both of them had miserably failed at encouraging the other to gain much more than fifty pounds. However, they found some solace in their own failures, and gathered a small group of others like them whose genetics and metabolisms thwarted them at every turn. Tony had even begun to suspect that something like a relationship was growing between them, when all of a sudden, Max was gone. He disappeared for more than a month, and just about the time Tony had gotten tired of leaving him voicemails, Max had shown up on his doorstep–only it was a very different Max who stepped through the door.
He was…big. Not just with a big gut, but tall too, a good foot taller to be exact. And damn if that gut didn’t look fine on his as well, and the hair! It was everywhere! Max had never been able to grow more than an ugly patchy beard, but the bear who strutted into Tony’s apartment had no such problem. Of course, Tony didn’t believe it could be Max, not at first. It was only after the bear had described some of their time together, and some of their secrets, that Tony began to believe, but that of course left a different question–how? How did this happen?
Tony could tell Max was reluctant to divulge his secret, but it finally came out after a few beers. He’d undergone a medical test for low testosterone, and the medication had worked better than he’d ever imagined. Hell, it had worked so well, he wasn’t going to be able to return to his old life–no one would recognize him. He was being relocated by the drug company, and he wasn’t even supposed to be discussing this with anyone from his past life. Still, he wanted to show someone, and Tony was the first person he’d thought of.
Tony was at first incredulous, and then, he felt a wave of jealousy wash over him. It wasn’t fair. Max had gotten more than he’d ever dreamed of, and he’d gotten nothing. Sensing the shift in his friend’s mood, Max pulled out a strange jar and handed it to Tony. “Now listen carefully. Apply this cream wherever you want to accelerate the growth. It takes a couple of minutes to start, but when it does–you have to be quick, and take a shower a few minutes before you reach your target look, alright? The water neutralizes the salve and washes it away, stopping the growth. You didn’t really think I was going to leave you all sad, did you?” Max said, and gleefully, Tony hugged him, loving the feel of his friend’s new gut against his own small belly.
“Should…should I do it now?” Tony asked.
“Of fucking course you should do it now! But I don’t want to watch. I want to be surprised,” Max said. “So get in there and let’s see it.”
And so here was. Taking a picture of himself, just to remember himself by, and hoping that this wasn’t just some scam. Maybe it wasn’t Max. Maybe it was just some guy who was tricking him into the bathroom so he could steal his stuff while he wasn’t watching–but that was ridiculous. Almost as ridiculous as a salve that could make you grow like Max had grown. But what did he have to lose? He stripped down and started applying the cold cream, focusing on his belly and chest, but then slathering some on his face where he wanted a beard, getting some of it in his hair by accident. He stood there for a few moments, feeling silly more than anything else, when he felt the cream start heating up on his skin, the warmth sinking into him, and a moment later, he saw his gut begin swelling visibly.
He shouted with glee as he watched himself grow, grabbed more globs of the cream and started slathering it on his arms, thighs and ass, before fondling his burgeoning belly, feeling it fill with fat and start sinking down, into an apron hanging down over his groin. Hairs sprouted all over his smooth belly, at first just a thin treasure trail, but then filling in all over. His chest filled in as well, moobs growing full and fat, his nipples growing into thick sausages. His thighs and ass expanded as well, though were a bit slower since he applied it later, and he watched his chin darken with a beard and several chins filled in under his neck, his hair even growing longer from the accidental application. However, as he was playing with his new body, he realized that the growth was only speeding up–and he hurried to the shower, almost tripping over his feet at his new height–he was getting taller even–taller! He thought about just letting it continue, but decided against it, and turned on the faucet, dousing himself with cold water, and he grabbed the soap and started scrubbing down his now expansive form.
With some regret, he realized he’d forgotten to apply anywhere where it might really count. His cock and balls had remained the same size–a measly four inches, and with his new bulk they felt even smaller, but he could always apply it again, right? Just as Max had said, the growth stopped abruptly as the cream washed off his body, and he cleaned it from his face last, letting his beard grow a bit thicker. Satisfied, he stepped out of the shower, and realized he had nothing that would even remotely fit his new frame, and somewhat bashfully, he lumbered back into the living room where Max was waiting.
“It…It worked. I can’t believe it actually worked!” Tony said, but was silenced as Max plowed into him, kissing him roughly and fondling his love handles.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn sexy like that. This is how I always imagined you should be,” Max said, “I love you Tony. I love you so much!”
The sudden pronouncement caught Tony off guard, and a bit nervous, he broke away from Max and took a couple of steps back. “You…you love me? Is that why you did all of this?”
“Yes Tony, I wanted you to…to come with me. We can be big together man! It’ll be a whole new life!”
Tony gaped for a moment, and tears came to his eyes. He rushed forward and slammed into Max, his sheer weight enough to knock them both over and send them crashing to the carpet with a thunderous clud. “I love you too Max, thank you, thank you,” Tony said as he started stripping the bear out of his tank top and jeans, and found that Max had one more surprise he had buried for him. While Tony might have forgotten to apply the salve in all the right places–Max had not. His cock was a good ten inches long, and quite thick, his balls hanging low, with each the size of a tennis ball. Tony had been so distracted by Max’s new gut that he hadn’t even noticed his new package.
“You like that big cock, Tony? I made it especially for you, and that big, fat ass you always told me you wanted,” Max said, them roughly rolled them both over so he was on top of Tony, who was starting to notice that something was off. Max had never been this aggressive before. Whenever they had played, Tony had been the one on top–and he suddenly didn’t like where this was going. Then he was on his belly, and Max was running the huge cock up and down his crack, and then it was in his hole, and no amount of begging or pleading could make the big bear on him go any slower or gentler.
Certainly the salve had had an effect on Max’s stamina. He fucked Tony for a good half hour, who managed to enjoy most of it, once he’d gotten over the initial pain. In fact, the feeling of Max’s rough thrusts reverberating through his body was so sensual, it easily made up for the rest of it, but the personality change had startled him. Was this even the same Max he had known? The one he had started to develop feelings for? Max reached under and started fiddling with Tony’s cock, making him lose track of his concerns and lose himself in the sex. Max was close, and when he felt the bear’s huge cock begin spasming, he released as well, feeling his jizz shoot over his gut and drip down onto the floor. They remained coupled for a moment, and then Max eased himself off with a grunt and rolled over, where they laid together for a while in the afterglow, until Tony worked up the nerve to ask the question nagging him.
“So…Max. What are the side effects of this stuff? I mean, you said it was still being tested, right?”
“Uh…well, about ten percent of us experienced some personality change–usually increased aggression and libido. I…I fell in that category, but you probably noticed that,” he said, blushing a bit and realizing he might have been a little rough, “A small few had allergic reactions on their skin, some weren’t responsive to the treatment at all, and others, well…they just kept growing. Water didn’t stop it–it only slowed it down, and the risk of that one increases with every application, which is why we can only apply it once.”
“Once? But I wanted…well, I wanted to improve my own equipment a bit, if you know what I mean…” Tony said, “It isn’t fair that you have this huge tool and I don’t.”
“It’s not my fault you didn’t think of it. Besides, I was always the bottom for you. I think having the rolls flipped might be kind of nice,” Max said, rolling on top of Tony and pinning him to the ground, “You certainly didn’t seem to object much, after all.”
“Come on, one little bit can’t hurt. Let me get a couple inches out of it at least.”
“No,” Max said, the domineering tone slipping in without him even noticing, “It’s too dangerous, and that’s that,” he said.
Tony glared at him, but said nothing. He was starting to think he wasn’t liking this personality shift at all. However, their argument was halted by a knock at the door. “Oh…Oh fuck…” Tony said. He had completely forgotten.
“What? Who is it?” Max asked.
“It’s…well, the rest of the guys, they were going to come over for a padding session…I wasn’t expecting you–I forgot!”
“God fucking damn it!” Max shouted. He had counted on being able to spirit Tony away before anyone could know the wiser, but now the rest of the gaining group had arrived, and they certainly wouldn’t let Max and Tony get away without wanting to know their secret. Max scowled, and he realized that what he had imagined as a simple visit to help his lover was becoming quite the gainer’s dilemma.
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