SWOLLVENTION

SWOLLVENTION

Howdy howdy! This is my first decently sized story that I’ve made. Preeeetty bare-bones and rough but I thought it was fun. Hope you enjoy it a bit!

"Gah, why is this so hard to latch together?"

Dylan mumbled to himself as he tried to put on his keyblade necklace. The small metal clasp poked into his thumb as he held it open. After a few 'ow's and 'ugh's he managed to get it right, a small imprint still on his thumb from the poking.

Spinning back around in his desk chair, he grabbed his phone and slid it into his Jean pockets, only for it to vibrate once it was in.

After a slight pause and momentary groan, he pulled it back out and clicked the power button to check what the notification was.

A text from his friend!

“Yo were waiting for u here man u better get here fast”

Dylan sighed after reading this, Jes ALWAYS got to places way before the planned time. Oh well, at least she doesn’t show up way after the planned times. Sometimes she was the only thing to remind Dylan of where he had to be...ok, most of the time. That wasn’t the point though! He had to get over to the convention center to meet his friend.

 Dylan stumbled a bit trying to get his shoes on, when he thought he should check his clothes first and headed for the bathroom mirror. He had a pair of average looking blue jeans on, but he recently bought a new shirt that he was going to wear to the con. Good excuse to flex his new fit, right? The shirt was white with long red sleeves, his keyblade necklace dangling in front of it. He was hoping he’d grow more, so he got a bigger shirt size too. Everything looked pretty good...save for the copious amount of cat hair on the shirt.

“Yeah, that’s a negative on that. Jeez, why does my cat have to have black fur. Why can’t she just shed outside or somethin..is that even how that works?” 

Dylan mumbled that last part, opening the drawer to grab the lint roller. After groping around the drawer for a few seconds, he found it at last, and peeled off the used sheet. He did his best to get every last bit of fur off of his new shirt. He was really trying to keep it nice and pristine...so much for that. His phone vibrated once again,and he ignored it until it kept vibrating. This time it was a phone call from Jes.

“Hey hey what’s u-” 

His sentence was cut off by a short coughing fit. Rubbing his throat, he cleared it and tried to continue the conversation.

“Man, I think I got some cat hair stuck in my throat. Anyway, what’s up? I’m just about to head out.”

“Oh! Sorry, I assumed that you still needed some convincing to get yourself outta bed hehe”

“Yeah, yeah...suuuuper funny. How could I just sit in bed when there’s a convention to go to??!”

Jes hung up after that. A bit abrupt, as usual. Grabbing the keys for his car, Dylan began to head out. Well, ok, it was his mom’s car still. He had just recently gotten his license to drive. Jes really wanted him to drive her, but Since he juuuust got the darn thing, he wasn’t allowed to have other minors in the car with him. 

Dylan headed down towards the convention center, the amount of funky hair colors and costumes started spiking as he got closer and closer. 

“Gotta love cosplayers, man. How do they even make those outfits?” 

Dylan wondered to himself as he pulled into what he hoped was free parking. 

Unfortunately, it was not. Dylan reluctantly brought up the cash to the little meter by his spot. These machines really have authority over us, don’t they? He then proceeded to cough his guts out.

“Hey hey, come on, man. This stupid cat hair has been stuck in my throat this whole time?” Dylan’s voice sounded scratchier and a bit lower than normal.

“Jeez that’s definitely a negative.” He moped.

Regaining his composure with a quick clearing of his throat, he made his way through the doors of the convention center, amazed at all the fans, cosplayers, and fans of cosplayers milling about inside. He made his way to the front and paid his way in, they slapped a stamp onto the back of his hand so he could access convention panels and such.

“Yo! Dylan! Over here!” Jes’ bright voice stuck out among the sound of light chatter and shuffling.

“ Hey hey! There ya’ are, Jes!” Dylan’s face lit up once he saw his friend walking towards him.

They began chatting as they made their way through the convention center, looking at the little brochure map multiple times to remember exactly where they were.

Dylan continuously would rub his throat and cough a bit, the “cat hair” never leaving. 

Entering the giant vendor’s hall, they made their rounds, looking at all the merch. Shirts, posters, little doo-dads, even some premade cosplays for people to buy. Jes wanted to go and get an autograph from a voice actor for her favorite show, and she made a point of reminding Dylan every few minutes so they wouldn’t forget. Once the time came for said autographs, they started heading their way out of the maze of merch, Dylan coughing all the while. Jes stopped abruptly to tie her shoes and left Dylan to either stand and watch her, or stand and look around. He opted to just look around.

Dylan noticed a booth that sold cosplay wigs, but there was no attendant to be seen. He had noticed all the mannequin heads with their multicolored and multi styled wigs atop them, but there were maybe 3 or 4 heads that were barren. Dylan laughed to himself a little.

“They’re bald!” Dylan exclaimed to nobody in particular,

“They’re...huh?” Jes overheard him and stood up, having just finished tying her shoe.

Dylan pointed at the wigs and simply repeated what he’d said.

“I mean, yeah I guess, probably just because they were bought or something.” She replied in a dry tone, notably losing a bit of her patience with Dylan’s coughing fits.

Once Jes got tired of hearing him cough everywhere, she took him over to the built in starbucks in the building. Dylan has never really gotten much here, and he asked Jes what she suggests. To his surprise, she doesn’t know anything about the stuff here either. Dylan always assumed she was the type of girl to get drinks here.

They both bought whatever cheap drink looked most interesting to them and then took a hearty swig of it once it arrived.

“I think that might have done the tRiCK-” Dylan croaked.

His voice was back to normal for a moment before it cracked. He hit his chest a few times and then tried again

“Man I thought it- WOAh what’s up with that??” Dylan’s voice was notably deeper. Not by a whole lot, but you could definitely tell. He held his throat for a few seconds before putting his hand back down after seeing that Jes was looking at him.

Jes looked at him suspiciously, talking in between sips of whatever drink she had ordered.

“What’s up with you now?” She had meant it more as a joke, but Dylan didn’t catch that.

“Sorry, sorry I was just...testing to see if it worked, y’know?” he ended that incredibly awkward sentence with an equally awkward laugh, Dylan still wondering why his voice was like that.

Was it the cat hair? Could cat hair even do something like that?? He was mulling through the possibilities. But...things like this didn’t just happen to people-in real life, at least.

He was surprised that Jes didn’t notice it, unless she actually did and she was just not bringing it up to make him feel better. There’s no way she DIDN’T notice how self conscious he was feeling about coughing left and right.

They returned to their drinks and made a few failed attempts at small talk, and once Dylan sucked up the last drops of his, a feeling washed over him almost instantly. He had to piss. REAL bad.

Dylan jolted up out of his seat and looked around frantically. Jes jumped a bit at the sudden action and was about to ask him what was up again when Dylan interrupted.

“I-I’m so sorry Jes, I…” Dylan stumbled back, hunching over a bit from trying not to piss himself. His hands hovered awkwardly in front of his crotch before he pulled them to his sides, realizing that this was not the place to be doing that.

Before Jes could even respond, let alone process the situation, Dylan did an about face and bolted towards the nearest bathroom. Turning a corner, he spotted the destination, but there was a huge line curving around the hall. About ready to burst, he pushed people out of his way to get to the nearest urinal, stall, whatever he could possibly get into first. One stall opened and someone else was about to head in but Dylan grasped their shoulder before they disappeared behind the door and pulled them back. He made it inside and slammed the stall door behind him, the man he had just denied was slapping the door, yelling at him.

Despite how bad he had to piss, Dylan took a moment and closed his eyes, apologizing under his breath so quietly that even he couldn’t hear it. 

“UUNNH!!” Dylan was pulled out of his head by a sudden jolt of pain in his crotch. His knees buckled and he tilted his head up. Shuffling forwards toward the toilet a bit, he frantically scratched at his pants, his shaky hands having a hard time catching onto the zipper. Finally he caught it right and unzipped. He pulled the waistband down and used his other hand to swiftly whip it out.

“W-what the…” Dylan gazed in horror at his member in front of him. He had always been a little small down there, not too bad but not too amazing either. This, however, was  much bigger than what he was used to. Suddenly he was looking at a 6 inch rod being cradled in his hand.

“The hell is going on…?” His breaths were heavy, but he was quickly pulled out of his thoughts once more by another jolt in his crotch. He shut his eyes hard as he doubled over. His nuts suddenly grew from the size of kumquats to the size of large eggs in an instant. The now much heavier balls dropped and slapped against the inside of his thighs. Without skipping a beat, his cock released all over the wall in front of him with his own spunk.

“GaaAAh!” Dylan fell forward and braced onto the wall, not paying any mind to his voice cracking and trickling down another few notes. He felt his cock quiver, and Dylan hesitantly glanced down at the member. Right before his eyes, it propped up slightly, before lengthening and growing thicker, an intoxicating feeling of pleasure overtaking his mind. Now drooping down slightly due to its own weight, his cock remained still. Dylan snapped out of his momentary reverie and reached his hand down to grasp his meat, almost scared at how long and thick it was now. He had to guess it was maybe a solid foot long, maybe more. As he held himself for a bit, a subtle warmth spread throughout his body, like warm honey coating him. 

Dylan brought his hand back up to the wall to let himself calm down and breathe, but he then noticed his hands. Resting against the wall were big, burly, hairy hands that had no place on his thin arms. Giant sausage-like fingers connected to his brawny palm with large knuckles. As soon as he made this realization, his forearms began to pulsate and lengthen. Soft pops and cracks filled the air as his arms became longer and longer. Dylan balled his new fists against the tiled bathroom wall and turned his head to the door behind him. 

People have been rapping on the small stall door this whole time, and Dylan had tuned it out due to these transformations. Now more anxious and scared than ever, he darted his head back around and saw hair crawling up his arms before they began to bloat.  Stick thin arms started to look more like hairy bowling pins, many small veins snaking up towards his upper arms.Dylan’s biceps gurgled as they began to inflate like a balloon, soon becoming as solid and large as watermelons.

All Dylan could do here was watch as his arms morph into gigantic instruments of strength and groan. He saw those same veins take a stroll up his biceps, but this time they were thick as power cords, and he inadvertently flexed them in shock. This action made his triceps blow out on the backs of his arms, making the sheer size of his arms unbelievable.

“Haahh...haahhh…” Dylan was breathless, but this growth did not stop. He leaned towards the wall and shut his eyes, not wanting to look anymore. Despite trying to block out the transformation, the tickling sensation of hair growing on his shoulders came and went before his deltoids blew out of his t shirt, cat hair flinging into the air. Guess he couldn’t get all of it off with that lint roller.

The straw was being twirled in the cup, making the liquid inside spin around. Jes sighed as she stood up from her seat and went to throw the cup away.

“He sure is taking his sweet time in there.” Jes murmured to herself. “I’ll just go back to the vendor’s hall for now. He can text me when he’s all done in there.”

Jes checked her phone as she tottered on her heels, noticing that it’s only been about 3 minutes since he made it into the bathroom. Must’ve been the longest piss ever...or maybe it just didn’t agree with his stomach, she reasoned. Walking up to the entrance of the vendor’s hall, she raised her wrist to the employee showing that she was an attendee, and was let inside.

“This is not happening, this is not happening, this is not happening,” Dylan’s head was pressed against the wall looking down, if his eyes were open he would have had quite the view of his massive rod and bull balls down below. His back muscles tensed up a bit, Dylan taking a sharp breath in preparation for the worst, and his shoulders began extending towards the walls in bursts. This was the cue for his back muscles to start up, wide lats shooting out under his arms, back rounding out like a turtle shell. His traps puffed up immensely, pulling his neck out and giving him a stout tree trunk connecting his head to his body. The keyblade necklace he had put on that morning snapped off, his neck put too much strain on it.

Within just a few seconds, his chest puffed up, the ribcage expanding, and his shoulders shot out once more to even wider proportions. Dylan was beginning to fill up the small stall with his mass, shoulders hitting against the walls no matter what he did. There was a pressure in his spine as he gained height at an incredible rate. Growing a solid foot, Dylan lifted up his head towards the ceiling, and he could now see over the stall doors, briefly noticing the same crowds in his peripheral vision.

“Oooooohhh….” A low, rough rumble escaped his lips, his voice as deep and gritty as one could get. Down below, he tilted his hips forward as the pelvis snapped and readjusted for a much wider waist.

Everything felt so thick to him. All of his body was covered in such big muscles, he could barely grasp onto what was happening anymore. It felt so wrong, this body felt so wrong, but...did it really? Was this wrong? What was right??  What was his name? Dylan let out a gruff grunt, trying his best to get his thoughts under control.

“My...m’ name…” Dylman relished the sound of his own voice. His shoes began to creak, before bursting open due to the large feet he now had. His butt went from being as flat as a plank to something akin to a couch cushion, the size of it shaking growth into his thighs and calves, which were starting to look like redwood trunks.

“I know who I ahm,” Dalmon’s voice filled the stall with its rumblings, followed by another grunt as his chest puffed out. 2 mounds began to grow on his chest, and grow they did. Dalmon’s pecs were rounding out, starting to resemble bowling balls themselves. He started slowly bouncing his enormous muscle tits and growling, his small tic tac nipples being replaced by 2 thick corks. 

Bristly hair grew out all over his burly chest, and moved down towards his stomach, which gurgled as a 6 pack grew out over it. The sight didn’t last long though, as Dalmon felt pressure building up behind said abs, before bursting out into a major gut before him. All the new size  excited him, and boned him up again, snaking up against the underside of his rotund stomach.

Standing 6’6 and now squished between the space in the stall, Dalmon was a large man with the head of a child. He was thinking hard about why he was there in the first place, and reached up to scratch his head.

Dalmon’s hair had more give than what he expected. He grunted before slowly and carefully grasping onto his hair and simply pulling it right off his head.He held what used to be his hair in front of him, head now as bald as Mr. Clean.

“Thats...thats…” Finally, like a beam of light in the darkness, Dalmon gained a sense of clarity of his surroundings.

“Ah know who ahm. Ah ain’t no dense fucker who can’t eve-yn 'member his own damn name.  Mah name is Damon!” Damon exclaimed this to himself, but prompted the people still waiting outside to respond.

“I don’t care what your name is! You took my spot in line and now everybody is waiting on you! Get the hell out of there!!” the man was clearly fuming from having his spot in line usurped from him like that, but Damon didn’t care.

Damon needed to take a break from the vendor’s hall. Yes, that’s right. He runs the wig stand at this convention. He needed to clean this one in particular because he had forgotten to do so beforehand.

Damon began to turn around, which was a struggle given his mass. Reaching for the stall door, he realized that he was butt naked. He glanced over the stall doors, which required nothing more than a turn of the head at his height, at the crowds waiting for him to leave. Out of nowhere, Damon began to get a migraine. He growled a bit before grasping his head with his paw. Unbeknownst to him,the ripped fabric began to swirl in the air, forming new clothes for him. Leather boots adorned his new feet, which led into thick blue Levi jeans which were heavily strained by his ass, legs, and bulge. A simple grey t-shirt donned his magnificent form, and an apron flowed down the front of his body, the strings tying themselves behind the small of his back.

This all happened bottom to top, and once it reached his neck, Damon’s head finally began to feel the effects. The small boyish jaw cracked to the side before reforming as a giant wide slab, the rest of his head expanding to match his stout neck. Cheekbones and brow snapped outwards, and his small nose grew into a solid, masculine one with a ridge in the middle, making it dip downwards slightly. Teeth rearranged perfectly as his lips thinned and mouth widened, creases appearing beside his mouth, eyes, and forehead. Damon moved his mitt to rub his new jaw, and found it rough and gritty like sandpaper. Above his mouth grew a large bushy mustache that reached just past his lip.

Damon opened the stall door and looked down upon the man that was criticising him as he eased his way out. The man wasn’t short, but compared to Damon he only reached about chest height. He eyed him and the rest of the crowd, who stared back at this immense man who was wildly different from the boy that entered not so long ago. The feeling of power satisfied Damon, his cock hardening and snaking down his left thigh. He was a man with a dominating presence, because of his stature, and also his experience.

Dylan didn’t have the experience he was thinking about, but Damon did. The folds on Damon’s face got heavier, skin became thicker and more weatherbeaten. silver strands of hair were speckled around his body, making sweet accentuations to his dark brown body hair. As everyone eyed him, Damon’s chest raised and lowered with each of his deep breaths. The awkward silence filled the room.

“Ah would appreciate it ifin' ya moved so ah can finish uhp mah business” His booming voice sliced through the atmosphere, and everyone started fidgeting around like they were beforehand. The man in front of Damon was too shocked to move, so Damon slapped his large mitt onto his shoulder and moved him aside. Once Damon could pass, he made a sly smile at the man and patted his back. Damon has been gone too long from his booth. Making his way back into the vendor’s hall, he raised his mighty arm to show the stamp on his hand, and then proceeded towards his booth. There he saw a young girl looking around at the wigs he had on display.

“Howdy thair young lady, how can ah help ya today?” Damon eased his mass into the small metal chair that was given to him at the start of the con. With how much the chair creaked under his weight, it's a miracle that i didn’t collapse.

Jes was shocked to see such a large man working at something like a wig booth. The air around him smelt of pine trees.

“O-oh yeah! Yeah, no I was just- I was just looking around. I was waiting for someone but I think he left early so I’m just here now y’know?” Her nervousness was apparent in her voice, but Damon didn’t want to frighten her at all, even if he happened to scare quite a few people away.

“Hey Hey alraahyt ah git it.” Damon gave a hearty chuckle, “Well look for as long as ya’ld like, no pressure at alll young miss. Didn’t mean t' scare ya, I swear. So ya think ya were ditched by that partner awf yours? Well that dudn make a convention too fun now does it? I’m here all day so ya can always come here eend chat with ole damon ifin' ya’d like!”

“Oh! Well, thank you for the offer! I still have some money left over so I’ll probably just walk around some more. I’ll make sure to stop by before I leave, though!.” Jes found this man oddly familiar, though she didn’t understand why. She had never met this man, or anyone like this man either.” she turned away, and with a quick wave goodbye, she walked off deeper into the convention halls, glancing back at the giant man at the wig stand one last time.

He said "hey hey", didn't he?

- Codename: Bear_mkr - Case 3 -

Ethan just arrived at his new apartment.

He’s just came from working at the farmer’s market for the first time with his mother. It seemed to have gone well… but it would have gone so much better if he hadn’t met the guy at the next stand. The guy was tall, at least half a foot taller than his 5’8 height and very good looking. Jason or Jack (he couldn’t remember the guy’s name) looked like he attended the gym daily and he showed off the goods wearing a tight tank top. This ‘opponent’ had a chiseled jaw that adorned well the nicely trimmed beard he ruled like a pro. Oh! Fuck, he envied him.

Flustered at remembering how so many people swooned and complimented this hunk of a man, Ethan went for his bedroom next to the entrance. It was small and lacked in furniture. There was his old single bed, the same he’s had for the past 15 years of his 21 years old self, in the corner and the laptop computer sitting still on the old wooden desk. A few drawers here under the nightstand were the only room available for his clothes, except from the small closet where he hung pants and some shirts.

He made sure to always show his prides or vacation souvenirs, put on displayed shelves he’s put up the wall above his bed. They were a testament to his personal accomplishment, to his own personal growth. Sure, he still had a long way to go before he achieves the luxury home and the well-paid job he dreamed of, but he was glad that he’s achieved so much already.

The young man sat comfortably on his old computer chair, a used one he’s bought for a cheap price on Craigslist. He thought about the man from the market and he could help but look back down at himself. He was small, unfit, not depicting manliness. Since high school, he’s put on a few too many pounds which made his clothes a bit tighter than they were. He was not fat per se, but those small love handles and little chub made the polo shirt to mold the faint curve of his belly.

With the laptop turning on, Ethan looked down at his watch. It was nearing 5 PM and a friend of his had asked him if he wanted to hang out tonight by the billiards lounge. While not a big socializer, Ethan thought it’d be a good thing to go out and put his mind on other things than thinking about that handsome man. Still, he wanted to avoid seeing other guys that would make him just feel miserable and small. With the computer on, Ethan pondered about bringing it with him on the bed, much more comfortable than this old cheap chair. However, the battery was nearly drained and he had to plug it on the sole room electric outlet, which was behind the desk.

Sitting peacefully, Ethan noticed notification popping on his screen. His Skype browser had opened up automatically and a friend request had just popped opened.

‘Huh? Bear_mkr? Who the hell is that?’ He thought. ‘This is probably some kind of bot.’

However, he felt hesitant about declining the request. After all, it wasn’t some kind of obvious slutty or girl nickname like the usual bots. Plus, his own nickname ‘Featherw0lf’ had a kind of animal in it.

Featherw0lf: Hey, who are you?

Bear_mkr: Hey man. Glad you added me.

Featherw0lf: Who are you?

Bear_mkr: Just a man looking to have some fun.

‘Great. It REALLY is a bot after all.’ Ethan sighed.

Bear_mkr: Your nickname intrigues me. What’s it supposed to mean?

Featherw0lf: I’ve always had it on the net. Feather’s my pet name and I like wolves.

Bear_mkr: Interesting. So you’re a furry?

For a moment, Ethan wasn’t really sure if it were a bot or not as usually the bot didn’t behave that way.

Featherw0lf: And what about yours?

Bear_mkr: Just a fan of bears. The man-kind. But I don’t have anything against furries. Just a preference of sorts.

Ethan blushed for a moment.

Featherw0lf: So… how did you get my ID?

Bear_mkr: I have my ways. I’m bored. Talk to me about yourself a little bit.

With an irritated groan, Ethan rolled his eyes. What kind of weirdo was this guy?

Featherw0lf: I’m sorry, but I’ll have to go. I have things to attend to

And suddenly, a Skype call was sent to him from that stranger. Ethan felt compelled to close the call, but somehow, Skype wouldn’t let him. The ‘close call’ button was hatched, tinted, preventing him to either respond or to hear the edgy tone ringing forever. After the first dozen of rings, Ethan proceeded to answer. However, he was surprised to see himself on the screen, projected from his laptop integrated camera. He had accepted for an audio call, not a video call, did he? And oddly, no sound came from the other end like the mic was broken. Plus, the stranger didn’t even share his cam with him. He was fully exposed to that weirdo!

Bear_mkr: Sorry, my sound is off so you’ll have to write down.

Featherw0lf: What the heck do you want from me?

Bear_mkr: Now, now, don’t act all angsty against me, little guy.

Ethan grew red with embarrassment at being called of the sort.

Bear_mkr: What’s making you so mad anyway? Did you lose your job or something?

Ethan looked for closing the call or simply closing Skype overall, but the commands were tinted, preventing him to do anything. In submission, Ethan answered.

Featherw0lf: No, I just feel miserable

Bear_mkr: Oh. Sorry… How come?

The reasons were personal, but talking to a complete stranger seemed to somehow gradually soften the mood.

Featherw0lf: I went with my mom at the farmer market but there was that guy. You know: tall, fit, handsome… unlike me…

Bear_mkr: Well, I think you’re handsome if your own way

Featherw0lf: Thanks, but that’s not helping

Bear_mkr: How big are you?

Featherw0lf: 5’8, around 150 lbs and you?

Bear_mkr: Really? Cause I thought you’d be at least 6’0.

Ethan couldn’t help but smile at that. The guy seemed to try giving him some confidence, but it wouldn’t change much of anything. Deep down, he knew he still looked short. Then, all of a sudden, a simple warmth spread through his limbs. Like being close to a fire on a chilly night of summer, Ethan felt a soft but pleasing tingle at this sudden feeling. Ethan gawked for an instant as he felt like being pulled away. Was he… growing? His hands over the keyboard were suddenly feeling a bit heavier and the watch around his wrist felt a notch too tight.

Looking down, Ethan noticed that his clothes, albeit being tighter earlier, felt different, like they clung differently to him now.

Bear_mkr: Perhaps, you look like one of those late bloomers who gets a rush of testosterone when they finish college

With a gasp, Ethan repositioned himself on the chair. The once longish pants slipped slightly up on the elongating legs, uncovering the top of his shoes before slowing down. The white polo shirt moved itself on the slightly longer torso of the young man, some of the pudge around his waist melting away in the process, but not all of it. Just when everything felt like it stopped, Ethan winced and grunted as what felt like a kick in the groin caught him up. In fact, the pair of balls in his underwear tightened up and swelled like they were breathing. And in a matter of seconds, the predicted rush of testosterone spread through his body with speed-record rates. On the screen, Ethan could practically make out the contrast of thick stubble darkening on his face. The once wispy mustache thickened in tandem with the stubble on the cheeks and soon both had conjoined together. Shaking, of nervousness and of sheer awe, Ethan went to type back, but soon he considered the fingers had indeed grown longer while retaining their litheness.

Featherw0lf: What on earth was that? How did you do that?

Bear_mkr: What are you talking about?

Featherw0lf: Don’t play dumb with me. You’re having superpowers or something, dude? That’s freaking awesome!

No answer came back from this odd stranger. Ethan look back down at his hands. They had definitely grown, not drastically though, but the fingers had almost one more inch in length. Ethan looked at the watch around his wrist, stinging him up, like it was cutting some of the blood flow in his hands. With awkward dexterity, he moved the pin two notches farther, relieving his hand from the pressure.

He checked himself out, looking all over for the sudden changes. The previously snug-but-fitting clothes were looking less snug, probably due to a better fat distribution over his taller self. Ethan felt a little like choking, as if his chest had suddenly spread out larger in this small growth spurt. He undid the first button of his polo over his chest. Sadly, he didn’t notice any new muscles, but the sheer gain in size was and felt amazing.

Featherw0lf: Look… I’m sorry if I freaked out on you earlier. I was just mad thinking of that guy making me feel small and pathetic… you know, the kind of muscle jerk-douchebag

For a moment, Ethan felt a bit sad that the guy didn’t respond anymore, like he’s got pissed with Ethan’s bitter attitude at first. Or maybe it was his curiosity that made him shy away? Still the call was left on and this simple fact gave Ethan the slightest glimpse of hope.

Bear_mkr: Well, you too you can be a gym jerk when you want to be

‘Yes! He’s still there!’ Ethan thought with a gleamful smile like a kid on Christmas Day. ‘Wait what? Did he just call me a gym jerk?’

Bear_mkr: Maybe you spend a little too much time with those jocks and they rub off on you. Perhaps calling you a jerk is a bit far-fetched. You just seem to love showing off your fit muscles and be the centre of attention

Ethan gulped as fiery knives cut into his muscles then pulled them in every directions. His face flushed red with embarrassment at the comment, but soon the red intensified as the exertion of rapidly growing and stretching muscles were put in overdrive. Even unfocused, Ethan couldn’t miss the growth of his pectorals, pushing further away like two hard stones. If he hadn’t unbuttoned the first button earlier, surely it would have bursted off (he cursed at himself as he would have loved to see that happening).

With a retained animalistic growl escaping his lips, Ethan spasmed in his chair. His hands tightly gripped on the armrests as in quick sudden feats, his shoulders spread larger, his back surging with size. And all too soon, the widening of his lats slowed down and Ethan braced himself with not only the growth traveling up in his arms, but snaking down toward his legs. What little fat he had around the waist melt down and hardened to give him a trim waist although with no apparent abdominals.

While the polo shirt grew tight with his bulging shoulders pushing on either sides, the sleeves slowly filled up with growing biceps, counterbalanced by triceps. His soft thighs in his pants firmed up, quads building on the once fleshy legs until the seat of his elegant pants was nicely filled. Then, calves followed with the growth along with the forearms. The pin that tightened the watch in place stressed then broke, making the watch hang loosely around the enlarging wrist of the young man.

All too abruptly, the changes stopped, leaving Ethan sprawled in his chair, panting, trying to catch his breath. The clothes were feeling tight just like they did before, but the tightness was so very different now. Instead of being slightly chubby, he was now fit with his new height and muscles. And that alone made him spot the biggest hardon he’s ever had. Ethan looked down at the pitching tent in his pants, fearing his dick might have grown along.

Featherw0lf: Man that was awesome!

No reply. Shrugging, Ethan lounged carefully on his chair, his now thicker hand drifting down toward his bulging crotch. He let out a loud gasp. What previously was a very average six incher had definitely grown. The notification sound popped on the laptop and Ethan was so happy he had to look on.

Bear_mkr: Enjoying yourself, Ethan?

Suddenly, Ethan didn’t remember telling the guy his name, but he was too clouded with hormones and lust at the moment to bother checking up in the conversation if he did. Fondling his dick with a hand, he used his other to type back.

Featherw0lf: Hell yea I am. You?

Bear_mkr: Definitely. So how many times do you hit the gym?

A small short-circuit came in conflict on Ethan’s mind, like another reality trying to assert itself. But he didn’t want it.

Featherw0lf: Don’t do that

Bear_mkr: Do what?

Featherw0lf: If I’m gonna be this new me, I want to remember who I was before

It was a commitment to who Ethan was at his very core. He always kept close to himself every object making a difference in his life, may it be travel souvenir or diplomas. They were proofs of his way to who he was.

Bear_mkr: Interesting… You’re the first one to ever tell me that.

The conflict on Ethan’s mind dulled out a little, but not completely.

Bear_mkr: Then if you were to guess, how many times would you think you’d need to go to the gym to maintain yourself in shape like that?

Ethan had an idea of about going daily, probably a remnant of the dying second reality the stranger freed him from.

Featherw0lf: Idk… maybe twice or 3 times a week?

Bear_mkr: Funny, I would have said you go at least 5 times a week, Nathan

Nathan gasped as the burning of his muscles resumed, this time growing even stronger than before.

‘Holy fuck!’ His brain repeated on constant loop.

His chest pushed out further away while the shoulders resumed their expansion. Breathing became a struggle. The sensations were too strong. Nathan’s torso practically grew out larger.

POP.

The second polo button popped away in the air as the pecs kept on pushing. The shoulders, which were already defined before this newly resumed growth, spread out even more, trapped in the confines of the too small shirt… until the seams behind the armpits started to split little by little.

Arms resumed their swelling. They had grown to firm and defined 16’’ guns just before this new round, but now they were pushing to 17’’ around, then 18’’… More ripping were starting to echo as they grew shy of 19’’ around…

The chair groaned a little under Nathan as his weight piled on, way past 200 pounds of himself by now. His hands gripping tight on the armrests grew a little calloused as if they’ve worked on weights for countless hours, only to, ironically, have never even touched a single weight in his life.

His flat stomach grew ridges, abs slowly forming themselves. Nathan gasped as he felt being pushed higher again on his chair, but with a relieved sigh he realized it was not due to a height increase. His thighs were swelling so thick with muscles they threatened the seat of his pants to split. The tent due to his confined erection grew even tighter as the garments looked like they were shrinking on the six foot tall gym rat.

Bear_mkr: Don’t mind pulling your dick out in front of me. I believe you must be quite horny

Damn right he was. Still a bit prude, Nathan hesitated at pulling his cock out in front of this anonymous person, but some part of him didn’t care much anymore about it. Still, as much as he wanted to pull out his aching boner, he boldly typed back:

Featherw0lf: You’d like that, would you?

Bear_mkr: Don’t make me.

Featherw0lf: I dare you

Bear_mkr: I know you’re packing a big dick, but that’s no reason to act like one

Nathan smirked, closed his eyes and basked his head backward. He let out a moan as the pouch of his crotch grew tighter and tighter. Like an unending erection, his cock slipped further and further, bigger, longer… until it started to hurt.

Bear_mkr: C’mon, don’t be a prude, pull your dick out

Nathan waited for the button of his pants and the zipper to break under the pressure of his growing member. In one quick thrust and flex, the button popped away under the desk and the zipper broke under the sheer force of the massive erection. Free-balling, Nathan slipped his hard dick through the broken crotch of his pants and gasped at its sheer size. His previous six incher had turned out into a big fat eleven incher, so thick around so that it didn’t fit even in his bigger hand. He was pulled out of his reverie when the notification buzz popped off again.

Bear_mkr: Who am I kidding, you must be going at the gym every day! Anytime you can!

Nathan let out a whimper as the crushing feeling of muscles growing kept on and on, the fire in his limbs even hotter, almost like burning his old self to sprout back from the ashes. The chest resumed its ascension, swelling up into two thick mounds of firm flesh.

RRRIP.

RRRRRRIP.

The slight opening of his polo started to tear down further as not only the chest grew in size, but his whole torso followed suit. Ripping threads were heard and gradually, Nathan felt his shoulders tear apart the back of his shirt, outgrowing it and opening wide every tear. The seat of his pants started to tear as well, unable to contain the two globe-sized sphere growing in them.

Bear_mkr: Well, with all that new weight, you surely aren’t as light as a feather, huh, Nathan?

Then suddenly, the Nathan felt something was off. Had the guy alter reality somehow? The more he pondered about it, the more the chair under him groaned under his increasing muscle density.

Bear_mkr: Those big feet of yours must make a hell lot of noise when you stomp around, big guy

Nathan moaned as the tight shoes around his feet grew increasingly tighter. The old sneakers he’s worn for years were getting very constricting around the changing size of the feet.

Bear_mkr: You know what they say about guys with big feet, right Natan?

The hardon in his hand twitched at the thought. Playfully, Natan… ‘Wait… that’s not my name… is it?’ But the thought was ebbed away as he started to fondle his big dick. More stitches popped around his thunder thighs and he forcefully stretched his legs outward to make the pants split in the middle to also free his growing balls. The new junk pushed past eleven inches long and thickened bigger than his new wrists. With his hand wrapped around the thing, he was almost lost to go on a masturbation spree when his eyes noticed again the way the stranger had misspelled his name.

Stonew0lf: That’s not my name

‘Wait… How did my username change?’

Bear_mkr: That must be hard to find shoes that fit those big boys

Snapping sounds coming from the leather echoed into the room as the sides of the shoes started to give way to the thick, large, growing feet. Natan looked down and gasped looking at them. The shoes, the one thing he’s never dreamed of outgrowing since puberty was over, were being torn apart by the humongous feet.

Stonew0lf: They’re getting too big!

Bear_mkr: Huh? What do you mean? They’re bigger than the size 15s I thought they were? Guess, they’re even bigger then

The pain of his growing but confined feet forced Natan to bend over and reach for them. Doing so, a very loud RRRRRRRIP echoed in the room as his too bulky shoulders and back forced an immense tear bigger and bigger down the upper part of his back. The changing man heard it with a twist in his guts, struggled between excitement and fear of what he was becoming.

With his too big hands, he didn’t have the same dexterity as before and removing the scraps of his old leather shoes was difficult. The chest protruded so far in front of him he couldn’t even bend down and see properly what he was doing, but fright took over him as he noticed the enormity that where becoming his feet.

Stonew0lf: I look like a freak with those! If I were bigger, maybe it’d look better, but I’m only six foot tall!

Bear_mkr: Huh?  What are you talking about? Size 18s aren’t THAT kind of freaky on someone who’s six foot eight, Nate

Colours drained out of Nate’s face upon reading the message. His body started to twitch and tremble. Hands shaking Nate glanced down at them with a mix of lust and scare. Being bigger at first seemed like a good thing, but… six foot eight… that was a hell of a lot bigger! The young man cried aloud as bones and tendons stretched and grew in spurts. His clenched fists hit the desk as the sensations caught him by surprise and the tabletop broke down.

Watching the furniture crumble down in front of him, Nate simply felt nauseous with vertigo as his head reached higher and higher in sudden, short, and oddly pleasurable spurts. He looked down and licked his lips watching his knees reach out further away from him, his bobbing dick looking more fitting on his increasing height. The instant he was about to grasp on his cock, the chair under him could not stand the growth anymore and it clattered to the ground with a last metallic complain.

Seated on the floor, it took a moment for Nate to understand what was going on. Growth had stopped and even just sitting on the floor, everything felt and looked shorter than he was used to. He looked down at the computer on top of the broken desk, only to notice that Skype was still going on. He let out a relieved sigh. At least, he wouldn’t need to buy a new computer. Nate went for the computer and noticed that stranger had written something.

Bear_mkr: That was quite a drop, big guy! Are you all right?

Stonew0lf: Yea I guess

Nate noticed the battery was partly charged on the laptop, so instead of staying there, he opted to go on the bed. His first ordeal was to stand. Tall, large and heavy with muscle, Nate had difficulty bringing the tower he now was back on the large feet he sported. A large tear went down the front of his shirt and the shoulders had simply torn out the sleeves from the main cloth body. Tatters hung loosely on his arms and shoulders and that was it.

The pants, on the other hand, had split all the way at the inseams, exposing the bulky inner thighs, the bobbing baseball bat and the dangling fat pendulous balls. Standing up, half of the cloth tatters that still clung to him slipped and fell to the ground. He decided to peel off the half remaining, standing now tall and naked into his suddenly small room. He looked for his watch, but he didn’t find it anymore around his wrist. The watch had since long fallen to the floor, the pin sticking it in place having broken under the constant expansion of Nate’s wrist. The big guy shrugged away and, unawarely, crushed it under his gigantic yet strong foot as he walked over to his bed with the laptop.

The old bed cringed under the new massive frame of its occupant. Never had it ever support such a sheer weight, even when Nat slept with a date twice on it. The big guy sank more than usual into it, his heavy weight making itself felt by the crying furniture. The metallic springs gave threatening sounds of breaking, but he didn’t care. Big dick in hand, with his firm asscheeks heavily planted on his bed, Nate leaned his large shoulders on the old metallic headboard, showing himself off for the man who gave him this awesome body. The coolness of the scoured metallic paint felt like a relief to the previous overheat that coursed his growing muscles.

Bear_mkr: Enjoying yourself, Nat?

The young man shivered. Something felt off, but he shrugged it off.

Stonew0lf: Hell yea

Bear_mkr: Well, you sure look like a wolf of a man with those piercing eyes and all that man fur

Nat smirked. A quick shiver coursed Nat’s body as his averagely hairy muscles grew a nice and thick coating of body hair, mainly on top of his pecs and his arms, with a wide treasure trail snaking downward to his groin.

Bear_mkr: You are one hell of a wolf when it comes to bed, huh? A big beast, huh? One hell of a BIG wolf

Onew0lf: Fuck yea

Nat’s masturbation pace quickened. The muscles on his frame resumed their swelling. Nat moaned in realization he was growing yet again. There was no more hesitation nor fear. He simply craved it. He thought about the guy at the market earlier, how pathetic he used to be next to this man. But now tables had turned. Now that bearded hunk was pathetic next to him. He was not only a wolf of a man. He was an ALPHA male. The growth felt even more pleasurable now that he welcomed it. He craved more.

Onew0lf: Fuck yea. Bigger

Bear_mkr: You really are a greedy one, aren’t you?

Onew0lf: I don’t care. Bigger

Bear_mkr: Well, I don’t think that’s gonna happen anytime soon

A primal rage expanded within Nat. Who the fuck was he to now stop giving him what he wanted? What he needed? He was the alpha! He was the…

Bear_mkr: It takes time to grow. Perhaps, a couple years?

Nat’s lips curled into a wide ‘O’ as his mind turned viscous like honey. His hands grew further more weatherbeaten, as tough as leather. Hair fell down his scalp as his hairline receded, albeit nothing too drastic. But most importantly, his muscles grew. Larger and larger, his back surged bigger, soon eclipsing the whole headboard. Arms grew way past the 20 inches mark, making them look so bloated and big with muscles they didn’t look even real. Moreover, tattoos appeared on the bulging muscles as if he had acquired them a few years ago.

Pecs pushed further outward, making almost a shelf onto which his growing beard could rest on. The ass grew large and heavy, sinking furthermore in the bed with mass. Springs clattered and broke under his bigger weight. New memories flew Nat’s mind as years passed by. Memories of the gym, of getting tattooed, of fucking and, to another level, experience. He remembered working at the market for years now. Knowing other merchants and customers to a more personal level. He even remembered fooling in bed with some of them. People looked up at him, striving for his dominance, for his commands, for their ALPHA male.

Bear_mkr: You look close, Nat

Onew0lf: Fuck yea. Bigger. Taller

Bear_mkr: You sure you want to be taller than six-ten?

Nat exploded with a booming laugh. He sank further into his bed, the long legs reaching further away, the huge feet almost touching the metallic footboard. The orgasmic feeling of growth almost got him over the edge, but he suppressed it. Not yet…

Onew0lf: Again

Bear_mkr: Well, you won’t look more like a ‘wolf’ if you keep it on

Onew0lf: Idc. More

Bear_mkr: You sure, big bear?

Oneb3ar: Fuck yea. Give me all you got

Bear_mkr: Well, I think you’ll have to buy new clothes and furniture, big bear, cause at seven-three, with all that muscle mass and that taut muscle gut, you’re definitely too big for anything at this point

Nat growled welcoming the changes. His spine and legs stretched further more, making him feel like he was sitting in a baby’s bed. His feet kept pushing at the opposite metal frame while his increasing weight made the springs under the bed break one by one. Sinking further in the breaking bed, Nat urged the changes to make him massive, desperate for size more than anything.

His orgasm was approaching and he couldn’t keep it suppressed any longer. It was going to come full force. His abs bulged out in a slight curve, but they lost none of their hardness as Nat grew into a giant muscle bear. The bed finally collapsed under his impossible weight. The moment he felt the floor, the whole house shook and Nat wouldn’t be surprised if some dusty plaster had fallen on the floor below.

A thick spray of cum hit him in the face, soaking in his bushy beard. Nat growled menacingly as more cum spewed out into the room, hitting his ornaments on the shelves up high, hitting the lamp on the night stand so hard it slipped and shattered to the ground. It just came out and out, the large bull balls between his legs emptying themselves slowly as he coated himself and the room in his own musky seed.

When Nat finally came to, he realized he must have dozed off after the intense orgasm. He looked for his laptop, but its battery had died out by the time he fell asleep. The musclebear pried himself out of the remains of the bed, completely sticky with the drying cum. Standing, he feared he might hit the ceiling, but there were still a few inches for that. Moving felt so slow, like he had to move the entire Earth with every movement.

He looked around in disbelief at what happened. He noticed an old photo of him, oddly unaltered, on his ‘achievement shelf’. Many new items adorned the shelf, most of them covered in the sticky cum he blasted all over the place. Still, he remembered the old life he’s had and the fact he’s been bestowed this new body felt like the biggest ‘achievement’ he’s ever had in his life. And thus, the unaltered pic didn’t feel that odd anymore; it was the very proof of how much he’s changed since then. He walked over to the door, hearing and feeling the whole apartment shaking with every steps.

He had to actually duck quite a lot and squeeze himself to get through the now so short and narrow door. He waddled to the bathroom and repeated the same process to get through the small opening. He looked at himself in the mirror, the hairy muscle beast of a man he had become. He reeked of cum, and he would have been ready to go at it again, but he remembered that he had to get ready for the market. Not that he was going to work tonight, but he had a date with that puny bearded twerp that had been drooling at him all day. Perhaps, if the date goes pretty well tonight, he’d slip him his number as he definitely never went for a guy under six foot. After all, his fourteen inches erection wouldn’t fit into such short guys.

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The Bear Cap: Jonathan

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Jonathan didn’t even want to go to the dinner in the first place. His parents kept telling him that the Hills’ son Tyshawn would be there, and that was why he needed to go, so that he and Tyshawn could catch up - plus, the Hills wanted to see how Jonathan had grown up.

Jonathan remembered the Hills - they’d lived next door when he was really little - and he’d played with Tyshawn a few times in the backyard, but that was the extent of their relationship. He knew it would be like most boring dinners with adults, talking about work and the stock market or whatever. And the Hills had gotten reservations at Charme, the fanciest restaurant in town, which excited Jonathan’s parents, but not Jonathan. He wasn’t a food guy by a long shot, and Charme was the kind of place that didn’t even have a menu - or at least not one you ordered off of. Whatever you were served, you ate, and Jonathan wasn’t yet old enough to have the option of washing it all down with wine. He’d asked his dad if Charme would have cheeseburgers or anything a picky eater would like, and his dad had laughed. Not a great sign.

“You need to dress nice,” Jonathan was told, and his first choice of a polo and jeans was vetoed as not formal enough. Charme required jackets. So, grumbling, he went back to his closet to cobble together an outfit from whatever stuff he hadn’t outgrown over high school. He’d never attempted to organize it, which resulted in a mishmash of clothes he liked, clothes he hated, clothes that didn’t fit, and clothes he didn’t even recognize. The black cap - found buried under a pile of forgotten sweatshirts and jeans - belonged in the latter group. It had the word “BEAR” on the front in tall white letters, which probably stood for some dumb anti-drug thing at school. He plopped the hat on his head while he continued rummaging for acceptable clothes. Most of the clothes were chucked into piles deep enough for Jonathan to bury his entire arm in, so the search became a game, as Jonathan tried to guess what forgotten item of clothing he’d produce from the heaps next.

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The Romans, and the Greeks

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It wasn’t that the trip to the art museum was entirely boring. There was some really cool stuff in here, Roman and Max agreed. They were super into the room that had the sculptures that looked like balloon animals. The issue was that seeing all the interesting stuff took roughly fifteen minutes, which left them five hours to kill.

“Five…hours…” Roman grumbled dramatically, dragging his feet behind him like he was on invisible crutches. “I’m not gonna make it, man. Tell…tell Livi…I always thought she was hot as hell.”

“Man, I would, but I’m definitely gonna die of boredom too,” Max replied. “At least there’s food right?”

“I guess. Mmm yum, museum food,” Roman snorted. He pushed the mushroom fringe of his bangs out to the side even though he was fully aware it would flop right back over his eyes, which it did. “When do we have to meet the group? Like 40, 45 minutes from now?”

“Yeah, for the tour.”

“I can’t believe they’re letting us run wild here. Someone’s gonna break something.”

Max looked witheringly at Roman, who was grinning from ear to ear. “You mean YOU’RE going to try to break something.”

“I never try, it’s not my fault that I’m clumsy.” It was a running joke at school that Roman’s hands and feet didn’t match the rest of his body, at least not yet. He and Max were the same average height, yet Roman’s feet were four sizes bigger, and he tripped over them constantly.

Roman and Max were best buddies. Equals. Instead of a leader/follower dynamic, they were competitors; willful young men who didn’t take anything seriously except for their own opinions. They’d been friends since middle school, after a knockdown, dragout fight over a loose basketball, quite counterproductive since they were on the same team. But they both thought it was hilarious, and after that, they were almost always together, picking the same classes and ensuring they had the same lunchtime.

Their first jaunt was through a textiles exhibition, which they thought might be cool because it could be about texting, like some kind of digital art. It turned out textiles were fabrics, which was intensely uninteresting. “It’s…rugs,” Roman deadpanned, looking around the room. “Rugs and blankets. Dope.”

“Dude, you know who’d like this stuff? My mom,” Max said, which was the most damning assessment possible, and made them both laugh until a massive security guard glared at them. That was their cue to go, and as they headed out of the exhibition, Max’s phone vibrated. “Miller says he’s hiding out in some movie room. I think I’ll pass.”

“Nah, if I watch something I will definitely fall asleep, and then you’d both leave me there and I’d wake up seven hours later, and the museum would be closed, and I’d never be able to leave and that would be my life.”

“That makes complete sense, you’re exactly right,” Max said. “Hey look, Greek stuff.”

“I prefer Roman stuff.”

“God, shut UP,” Max groaned, giving Roman a shove that roused a “Hey!” from another huge guard nearby.

“Ah man, we gotta go in here,” Roman said, pointing to an exhibit entrance framed by multicolor stripes painted elegantly on the walls. “Rainbow Rebellion: Queer Coding Throughout the Ages,” he read out loud before turning serious. “I think this will be really good for you, to see the art of your people.”

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