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bigger than doors

(i figured i would put this blog to use and xpost something i wrote a couple months back. originally posted on deviantart) 

[disclaimer: definitely NSFW, though minimal on the cock-talk, consensual (human) male height growth & hip expansion, clothes destruction, property destruction, soft (and romantic) yaoi, & general magic. aaren and his boyfriend ezra are both over 18, as is the writer~] It was something they talked about. Quite a lot, in fact. 

Neither of them were exactly satisfied with "normal" sexual activities, both too invested in their respective fantasies to care about touchy-feely-sexy. A lot of the time, "sex" just turned into the two of them getting off together to their interests. Even when they found out they shared interests, sex was solitary and silent. Once or twice, they tried role-playing, but Ezra couldn't act his way out of a paper bag if he was turned on, and Aaren was ever strong and silent when he was aroused. So they discussed the possibility, once or twice, but didn't dwell on it. That sort of thing didn't happen in the real world. That was, until Ezra found The Potion. It came up in a search for something to satisfy his desire to see cute young men getting bigger, bigger than houses and cities. He wasn't a muscle fan, which hindered his pursuit, but if Ezra was anything, he was an optimist, so he searched on. The Potion was being advertised in a video, a 30-second clip buried in the depths of HooTube, with a title along the lines of "big boy giant growing potion anime yaoi #33." The preview showed a crappy pixelated still of a guy with his head and shoulders pressed up against the rough roof of a house. From the angle, it looked like his shoulders reached from one end of the room to the other. They did, in fact, Ezra found out no more than thirty seconds later when he finished watching the video. It was so smooth! The kind of production that even Hollywould editors would envy. All one shot, jerky like a phone video but still clear, panning up with the guy's body as he stretched longer, longer, against the wall, until he was on his knees on the ground with his shoulders as wide as the room. Ezra watched it at least ten times in a row. It didn't look like CG. It definitely didn't look like the greenscreen-and-practical-effects magic utilized by most amateurs attempting to depict the growth process. It looked so real. He looked up the URL that flashed briefly at the end of the video, expecting more of the same quality. The website looked like it had been built and abandoned in the late 90s. Text hyperlinks, transparent spinning gifs for headers, Microsoft Office Word Art. The site purported to sell a "Potion" that would literally make the imbiber grow like that, and it was damn good marketing. The video section was even called "review and customer's demonstration." But it was a treasure trove of videos, all of them featuring the same kind of special effects, across a range of camera resolutions, languages, locales, and people. After watching half a dozen of them, Ezra was half-convinced it was real. There was an offer for a free sample of the company's latest product, "Height+," a 3oz bottle with a guarantee to "make you bigger than door's, or your money back!" Ez wasn't known for his restraint. He ordered the free sample and had it shipped to a mail carrier in his name. What did he have to lose? They didn't even have his real address if they wanted to send darknet murderers after him or whatever. Two days later, there it was, in a small shipping box sent to Ezra, c/o Generic Mail Carrier. He wrote a brief note and put the glass bottle--unlabeled, filled with unremarkable clear serum--on Aaren's desk. The informational packaging and pamphlet went in the trash with the shipping box. * "Drink this," Aaren read, "and we can play tonight." Ez's note was cryptic at best, paired with the unlabeled bottle on his desk. Ren rolled his eyes and pushed it aside to start his drafting homework. As he sketched away at an imaginary house, however, his eyes kept wandering back to the bottle, wondering what was in it. The suggestion made his heart beat hard. Sometimes, Ez knew exactly how to get him going. Thinking about it made him shiver, an uncomfortable tightness between his legs. It was too distracting. He had to try it. There were no instructions on the bottle, so Aaren just unscrewed the top and downed all 3 ounces of liquid. It tasted a little like cough syrup and made his throat itch. He coughed as it went down. Then he sat there, waiting. He sat for at least fifteen minutes before concluding that the liquid was either a prank or Ezra's hopeless impulsivity manifesting itself as a would-be fetish object. Disappointed despite himself, Aaren went back to his homework. He was going over his Heisenberg notes from Chemistry when he first felt it. His jeans were tight. They pressed against his hips, chafing his skin. The seams pressed into the sides of his legs. Aaren paid it no mind; he adjusted himself and went back to reviewing the big names of early modern chemistry. His focus didn't last long, however: the tightness didn't go away, and the pressure started building on his legs. His ankles felt swollen, his shoes pinching the sides of his feet. Even his shirt felt claustrophobic. Aaren's hand shook as he held the pencil, and his eyes blurred, making the writing utensil look smaller than it was. The hard, rigid lump of his phone pressed uncomfortably into his thigh and Aaren just had to get it out. Sitting down, he couldn't. It felt like his pocket was vacuum-sealed closed. Standing up, he tried to jam his hand into the pocket, but nothing past his fingers fit. He could see his knuckles outlined through the fabric of his pocket. His phone was clearly outlined, too. There was no way these pants were that tight on him. Two hours ago, he could stick his hands in his pockets just fine. Aaren tried to fiddle with the waistband, but his fly was already half way down and he couldn't undo the top button--it was straining against the side of the buttonhole, pulled too tight to unfasten. While he was trying to fix that, his shoes started pinching his toes as well as the sides of his feet, and Aaren absolutely had to get out of them. He couldn't toe them off. The laces were already straining when he untied them, and he could almost see the outlines of his toes through the top of the shoes. They came off with more force than Aaren expected, making a sharp "POP!" sound. His ankle socks were down around his heels and he pulled them off, too. They look like they were at least five sizes too small when he held them up. Aaren felt strange. He bent over to touch his toes, trying to straighten out his back, and he heard a tremendous ripping noise. He bolted upright once more, looking for its source. On the way, he found out that his shirt was tight against his torso and arms, two inches short of the taut,but intact, waistband of his jeans. The rips were lower--he found them along the seams on either leg, as well as the crotch seam up his ass. That was the most ripped. Even though he was standing, the tear was stretched tight, the same amount of pressure on it as when he'd been bent over. His shirt was three, four inches short of his struggling waistband and Aaren nearly fell on his ass. He was at least--how much? Half a foot, a foot taller than he'd been an hour and a half ago. The ceiling was uncanny close to his head. His hands, from the tip of his middle finger to the heel of his palm, were half as long as his desk. The heavy, battered Chemistry book felt light a used paperback. The longer he held it, the more he could swear he felt the skin on his fingers inching against the rough fabric fiber of the book covers. His jeans protested again, ripping more down the sides and in the back as he continued his steady ascent. God, he was getting big fast. Maybe half an inch every second. If he reached up, he could press his fingers against the rough ceiling. Trying made his shirt rip at the shoulders. Sleeves torn by the movement, it looked like he was wearing a croptop rather than a well-fitted polo. The collar strained against his tense neck. Aaren was already too big to take off the rest of his clothing, so he opted to wait. He wanted to call Ezra--just thinking about watching his boyfriend dwindle away in front of him made his chest heavy--but he couldn't reach his phone. Ren was glad his phone had speech recognition, because by the time it was free, his fingers would be way too large to work at the screen. The sooner the jeans were gone, the sooner he could get to Ezra. Aaren stood on his toes and stretched, hands bumping roughly against the ceiling. His jeans tore again, threads snapping. There was a five-inch gap between the formerly-meeting ends of fabric on either side. Soft, squishy skin pressed against the remaining material. Ren felt his thighs. They certainly hadn't felt this big before. He'd been growing proportionally as far as he could tell--but his legs... He drew his hands up and they met the surprisingly wide flare of his hips. Oh, god. They already stuck out a few inches past his shoulders. They would look big on a woman of average size, but they must have looked huge on an otherwise-skinny guy nearing eight feet tall. Aaren felt his hips stretch out faster than the rest of him, his pelvis widening at an incredible rate. Despite the outward movement, though, they didn't create a gap between his thighs. Flesh poured down into his ass and legs as quickly as his legs spread apart. The back of his jeans struggled against a huge, soft ass. Aaren's skin was so sensitive, it made him fully hard when he touched his ass. His boxers were ripped, hidden somewhere under the splitting denim. His knees shook. He felt up from there, hands on his thin waist that was bare from beneath his stomach to beneath his nipples. The shirt was barely hanging on. His fingers brushed his nipples as he felt, which made him quake again and fall to the ground on his knees. Thwam! It made the ground shake. The cup of pencils on Aaren's desk fell over. Flexing his calves and thighs made the gaps widen, jeans ripping on either side from ankle to waistband. They were still so tight around his crotch he was almost suffocating. His hard member was visible as an outline down the side of his thigh. It bumped against the phone still in the tiny pocket of the jeans. Aaren kept rubbing his chest, hands moving up and down, making him shake hard with barely-contained pleasure. The more he felt himself up, the faster it seemed to go. It had hardly been ten seconds since hitting the ground when his shirt gave up, and another five before his jeans finally snapped. They sloughed off his immense legs, onto the floor in barely recognizable pieces. Aaren had to stay focused as he picked up one piece of his jeans and gently shook his phone out of its pocket. It was so small, it barely filled the palm of his hand. Noticing that made him practically leap in size, making his phone even smaller. He could barely press the main exterior button to summon up voice recognition. "Call Ezra," he said, voice booming and deep enough to rattle windowpanes. He shuddered. It was barely audible when Ezra picked up. "Ren?" Aaren felt another extra spurt go through him, making his hips fill the space between the foot of his bed and the wall and his head approach the height of the wall-mounted TV. He moaned. "G-god, Ez," he said, trying to keep his voice reasonably soft. It was a struggle. "G-get home now." "O-oh," said Ezra, in a voice that meant a) he knew what was going on, and b) he was incredibly, super-duper aroused. Nowhere near aroused as Aaren. His phone fell to the wayside as he resumed stroking his ribs and chest, feeling his heartbeat through every inch of his skin. He swore in a deepening voice. Aaren crouched low over his legs, thickening thighs doing all the work for him to pleasure his massive cock. The doorbell rang three times, frantically. That meant Ezra was home, and he didn't have his keys. "J-just a second," Aaren managed. He shifted forward onto his hands so he was on all fours. That low, his back came barely shorter than he had two hours before. He crawled to and through the door, getting most of the way through before his hips caught. "Fuck," he moaned, collapsing onto his forearms. Against the doorframe, he could feel his skin stretch wider and wider, feel the expanding width of his hips. There was no way he'd make it through. "Door," Ezra yelled, urgently. "Now!" Aaren looked up at the door, which was only a room and a half away. He looked back at the wall behind him--it looked so small next to his englarging frame--and angled his hips so they were vertically parallel to the doorway. He started shimmying out, but his ongoing expansion again rendered him too wide to fit. It wasn't just his hips, now--his thighs and butt were so soft they pressed against the doorframe as well. He leaned on his elbow and moaned again, feeling his legs grow past the king-sized bed on the other side. Ezra knocked on the door. Aaren snapped out of his pleasured daze long enough to crawl forward again, wiggling his hips, trying to make it through the doorframe without causing too much damage. God, was there an insurance claim for "frisky pear-shaped giant trying to change locale"? With a little effort, he managed, leaving only a dent at the top of the doorframe and in the wooden floor beneath it. He pulled his thick legs through one at a time until he was crouched over them again, in child's pose. If he raised himself up on his arms, his back started to brush the ceiling. Aaren inched through the living room, toward the corridor that lead to the front door. He'd never fit through that. His arm could, though. Aaren pulled himself up to the wall so when his arm went down the hall, his shoulder was at its opening. Blindly, he fumbled with the twisting locks before the door moved against his hand. He withdrew his arm and moved back a little. Ezra locked the door behind him and slowly turned around. With Aaren crouched on the ground, Ezra's head wouldn't come above his shoulder. All his blood drained to his cock and he dropped his stuff, stripping hastily as he ran down the hall to his huge boyfriend. "E-ez," Aaren said, half-moaning. He was rubbing his shaft up and down his thick thighs. "O-oh, E-ez..." His eyes closed and he shook hard, letting himself lay with his stomach on the floor. It wasn't very comfortable; one of his legs was back in the bedroom, splintering the bed, and the other one was bent at the knee making a triangle with his foot up against the ceiling. His breath was hot. His hips took up the width of the living room, pressing the couch into the wall with increasingly loud creaks and snaps. It wouldn't be long before they started to gouge the walls themselves. "T-that's what the plus meant," Ezra whispered, eyes fixed on Aaren's hips. They extended far past his shoulders, half again as wide as them. He forgot his underwear and made for his massive boyfriend's quivering stomach. Aaren moaned as Ezra pressed against it, shaking wildly as he started another fast spurt. One of his arms was trapped by his side, the other pressed into the wall over Ezra's head. His hands were almost as long as Ezra was tall. "Roll over," Ez murmured, "onto your stomach." Aaren obliged, smashing their bed into the side of the wall in the bedroom. The floor slid under him, slick with his sweat but still pulling against his stretching skin. Ezra climbed slowly onto the small of Aaren's back. Every step, every new touch made fireworks go off behind Aaren's eyes. He couldn't even moan anymore. He was growing faster, faster--by the time Ezra was on his back, his hips were gouging into the walls on either side of the living room. His ass jiggled with his movements, starting to peak more and more above his back. Before long, his cheeks would press against the ceiling. Ezra fell forward onto his boyfriend's positively huge ass, hugging and groping it. Aaren could feel all of it. Even Ezra's little movements, his comparatively tiny, hard cock enveloped by Aaren's soft skin. His foot broke through to the master bathroom, and he could distantly feel something wet. Must have gone through a pipe. His arms were stuck in position, and he could only shift his hips back and forth to apply friction to his cock. Each movement hit the walls like a wrecking ball. Ezra just clung to Aaren's back, humping the thick soft layers of his ass. Aaren vibrated hard, freezing in place as the spasm started to build on him. To Ezra, he was still moving, extra fast--his growth rate had doubled and redoubled, giving him foot upon foot of height, length, width every second. The leg that didn't go through the bedroom broke out of the back wall of the house, sliding over the dry summer grass. By the time he came, Aaren's head was pressed against the front wall of the house, making it bulge slightly outward, and both of his legs were in the backyard. His thick thigh had destroyed the doorframe. There wasn't a wall left between the living room and the kitchen, and Aaren's hips knocked the table over and brushed the side yard and the cold kitchen tile equally. Ezra couldn't tell how massive his boyfriend was, stuck in loops of obsession over how small he was in comparison. He could sit neatly in Aaren's hand! The roof creaked, some of it caving in onto Aaren's head, coating his hair with dust and making it look grey. He couldn't move without further risking the house's structural integrity and exposing more of his ginormous, naked body to his neighbors. He moaned one last time, shivering and then falling to a stop. "How long is this gonna last, Ez?" he asked finally. "A-another few hours." "And after that?" "You'll be back to about normal an hour after that." "About normal?" "This is their newest product. They said tests left subjects with, um, enhanced figures even after returning to their normal size." Aaren blushed. "You mean my ass?" "Y-yeah. It said it'd make you bigger'n doors." "I'm not going to fit through doors, even when this wears off." "A-are you mad?" "Me? Mad?" Aaren snorted, making the whole house shake. "My ass'll be too big to fit through doors. That sounds fucking fantastic." "And hot," Ezra said. "And hot."

tfw you’ve got a Rare Kink and have to provide your own art for it. Pear Expansion without giant boobs is hard to find, and especially pear expansion at all for male characters.

So enjoy this exceptionally peary Mr. Luxuria. He’s pretty thrilled with his new assets, even if it means his thigh highs might be ruined.

Warning: contains male expansion and growth, particularly height growth [20-60 ft. total] and ass/hip expansion. Also contains: possibly cheesy dialogue, expansion story clichés, a weird sense of humor, cute boys, clothing destruction and potentially some minor building destruction. Pear Juice is not for people under 18 years of age and is packaged on machinery that may come into contact with wheat, soy, and tree nuts. Pear Juice is brewed and bottled in the U.S.A. Pear Juice contains no GMOs or products from cows treated with growth hormone. Pear Juice might induce slight tipsiness, height increase, curviness, specifically-located weight gain, and hedonistic thoughts. Do not drive or operate heavy machinery until you know how Pear Juice affects you. Not recommended for people who are pregnant or may become pregnant. Do not combine with other mind-altering drugs. Compatibility with other expansion formulas not guaranteed. Pear Juice, Inc is not responsible for any loss of clothing, housing, furniture, or dignity, and by consuming this bottle you agree to hold full liability for your actions while on Pear Juice. Effects take five to ten minutes to set in and may last as long as 8 to 10 hours. If you are experiencing expansion lasting longer than 20 hours, seek medical care. Pear Juice does not affect everyone the same. Drink responsibly. [This message approved by the United States Food and Drug Administration Growth & Expansion Division. Visit us at expand.fda.gov/rights-and-responsibilities/ to see your legal rights as an expanded individual.]

Alex wasn't sure why he was at the Spring Faire in the first place. Even though it was Spring of his first year of college, he had yet to make any friends on campus, and having taken two years off since high school meant he had no former peers in any classes. He mostly spent his time binging bad Netflix documentaries in his dorm and avoiding his annoying roommate; Alex didn't know his name (Nate? Nathan? Neil?) and he didn't seem to know Alex's, and both seemed just fine with that. Of course, it wasn't like he was any kind of social butterfly in high school either. Being the only out LGBT kid at a small high school in a small town meant nobody wanted to hang around him; he wasn't flamboyant enough (and was too shy) to be a mall accessory nor was he macho enough to get an in with the Future Straight Leather Bears of America Society. He was too clumsy for theatre and too easily-distracted for the Library Club.

In all senses, not just in personality, Alex was perfectly average. He was 5'10" exactly, not quite pool-noodle stringy but neither built nor fat, kept his medium-brown hair short but not unfashionably so, had skin the color of bleached sand, and wore department store clothing his mom bought him. The only thing not average about Alex was how reserved he was in social situations.

He mulled over his situation, his hands in his jean pockets, as he walked up and down the same stretch of busy campus sidewalk hosting the quieter end of the Faire. It was late afternoon, near closing time for the Faire, and the sky was just starting to get red at the horizon. It wasn't chilly enough at night to make it cool in the evening, and the sunny day lingered in the heat coming off the concrete. Alex walked a few more loops of his pace, counting up to 90 total in his head, and was just about to head inside when an overenthusiastic freshman ran into him. Well, he had run half-past and half-into Alex, who took the brunt of the momentum and fell on his ass, earning what felt like a nice bruise on the tailbone for it.

The freshman had already started past him, but turned around when Alex climbed to his feet. "Oh, cripes," said the kid, who looked like half the kids Alex had gone to school with. "I'm sorry, man, I didn't see you there." He fought against the crowd to reach Alex on the sidelines. "Shit, I'm really sorry," he said again, running both his hands through his hair.

Up close, this guy had probably an inch and a half and maybe thirty pounds on Alex. His hair was ear-length and shiny jet black with caramel-blond streaks in his swept bangs. He had large plugs in his ears, clear with a marble-like center, and a silver ring on the side of his nose that contrasted with his deep brown skin. He wore a slightly-oversized red flannel over a ripped white t-shirt and tight black jeans. Alex realized he'd been staring for too long when he registered the kid speaking again.

"--really didn't mean to, are you sure you're okay? Do you want me to call someone? Do you need anything?" He brought a small backpack around front, digging out a first-aid kit that looked too big to fit inside of it. "Here, let me--"

The acrid sting of rubbing alcohol made Alex recoil. "I'm fine," he said, the shock starting to die down in his chest. "Just a little bruised." He tried for a smile, but from the kid's downturned mouth, it wasn't very convincing. "Just have a bad startle response," Alex explained. The kid still didn't respond, just offering out the first aid kit. "But I wasn't really paying attention so it isn't your fault, I should have been more aware of my surroundings and... look, if I take a band-aid from you, will you stop it with the eyes?"

His eyes were dark green like summer trees, reflecting the sunny freckles across his face. "Well, are you bleeding?"

"No," Alex said, displaying all of his limbs. He was still a bit shaky, but it was subsiding. "Am I free to go, officer?"

The kid chuckled and Alex had to admit, it was a cute chuckle. "You look fine." He tucked the kit back into his backpack and slung it over his back. "I--" The ringing of a cell phone cut him off. Despite the tone being unfamiliar, Alex reflexively looked at his own phone. When he looked back up, mystery kid was finishing a text and tucking his phone in his pocket.

"Why the hurry?"

"Oh, I thought I had a test tomorrow," the kid explained, "but it looks like the teacher just canceled it. I think it's not just the students having too much to drink this weekend." He smiled and Alex couldn't help but smile back. He had dimples and bright teeth.

"I'm glad you're off the hook," Alex said, trying to sidle past his new acquaintance and get back to his dorm, where a two-hour documentary on Cuban alien footprints awaited him, but the kid caught his arm.

"Since I'm not busy, I really want to make it up to you--unless you're going somewhere?"

"I'm actually never going anywhere." Alex had intended to lie his way out of the situation at hand, but he accidentally forgot to add the lie. He blushed and hoped the kid wouldn't notice.

"Then can I make it up for you? Buy you a drink?"

"I don't drink," Alex responded, "and besides, you don't look old enough to buy drinks."

"Ha ha ha. I didn't mean something alcoholic. We're at a fair! There's tons of soda machines and slushie fountains around here." The kid paused and Alex hesitated a minute too long to get away. "Actually, there's a drink stand just down the sidewalk."

Despite himself, Alex turned back around and spotted a small booth at the very end of the row. It had a cartoonishly large soda bottle propped up on its table, with an assortment of plastic cups filled with something that looked green and bubbly. He hadn't noticed it on his other ninety loops up and down the sidewalk, but he wasn't a particularly attentive guy in the first place. Looking at the substance in the nearly-untouched cups reminded Alex that he hadn't had anything to drink since he emptied his water bottle two hours before. If the kid was offering to buy, it would be impolite to decline, wouldn't it? And besides, maybe someone as aggressively friendly as this kid would be the only person to talk to Alex all week.

"Why not," Alex said, facing the kid one more time.

The kid beamed at him and started powerwalking to the end of the row. Alex scrambled to catch up behind him.

"I don't think I got your name before, but thanks...?" Alex offered.

"Bailey," he filled in. "And, you're welcome...?"

"I'm Alex."

"Alex and Bailey! We're twenty four short of an entire alphabet!"

Alex found himself laughing. Bailey was the kind of person whose earnest openness inspired Alex to open up a little bit. Standing with an actual person beside him, Alex felt a little like anything was possible. He almost bumped into Bailey when they made it to the booth.

A single, sweaty dude stood behind it, eyes covered by the broad bill of his beat-up sports cap. He grinned at Alex and Bailey. "Hello, boys," he said, in an indistinct Southern drawl. "How y'all doing tonight?"

"I'd like to buy a..." Bailey looked around for some indication of what the fizzy green product was. "...one of those," he finished, just pointing at a cup.

"It's your lucky day, kid. Today--and today only--we're offering a deal: for every cup of Pear Juice you finish, we'll actually pay you ten dollars." He flashed his teeth again. As he spoke, the man went from burnt out former-surfer to used-car salesman in an instant. "How about it? You're cute, do you wanna try it?"

Bailey shook his head. "It's for my friend."

The man fixed his gaze on Alex and it was like a vice grip. "Alright then, son. How much d'you wanna try?"

"How much has anyone else tried?" Alex asked.

"Nothin', unfortunately. Nobody found us all the way down here," the man lamented. "I have a whole bottle of Pear Juice that's going to go to waste if nobody drinks it in the next five minutes..."

"You should do it!" Bailey exclaimed, giving Alex those pleading eyes again. "Wouldn't that be really cool?"

"I can get a mention in the newspaper for being the only guy stupid enough to try some unlabeled soda," he shot back. Bailey's expression crumpled like the sun being covered by clouds, and Alex already felt guilty. What was the damn point in being obstinate? "I'll do it," he said, facing the man.

"How much d'you want?"

He could almost feel Bailey vibrating beside him. "A... All of it, please." There were only six cups on the table, and nothing under or behind it.

"ID?"

"Is it alcoholic?" Alex passed him the card anyway.

The man looked it over in the dying sunlight. "Nope, but we can't just hand this stuff out to minors, y'know." He passed back Alex's state ID along with a ballpoint pen. "This is kinda a test market thing, so would you mind signing some waivers?"

Alex laughed. "Sure, why not." The man handed him a clipboard. There were about five sheets of paper on it, covered in text so small Alex thought it wasn't worth the headache to read without his glasses. He skipped to the last page and signed. "Here you go."

"Alrighty, you might wanna make yourself comfortable," the man said. Alex flashed his wrists--no watch--no jewelry. "Well, that's sixty bucks if you make it to the end. And you will make it to the end, won't you, Mr. Mortensen?"

Alex nodded. He was past the point of no return. Now or never.

The man handed him the first cup.

The drink was sweet and bubbly, slightly fruity bust mostly tasting of sugar water. The first cup was gone in no time and Alex found himself heading into the third cup in minutes. Standing in one place sipping soda wasn't doing well for his body, he thought--his feet and legs were starting to cramp, and he had the urge to stretch. The fourth cup went, then the fifth. Alex took a break before the last one, blinking and looking down at his hands. The table seemed very far away. He couldn't feel his feet past it, just lukewarm air around his ankles and waist.

"Enjoy," the man said. Alex downed the cup in no time and wiped his mouth off. He felt a little sticky from how sweet it all was. He also felt lightheaded, but he never was one for soda, and he'd probably consumed half a dozen cups of sugar in less than ten minutes. Air tickled past his ankles again and he giggled. "Slight lightheadedness and euphoria are common side effects of Pear Juice," the man offered.

Alex staggered back a couple of steps and glanced to his left, meeting Bailey's eyes sooner than he'd expected. He was the first one to grin this time, before he took a breathless risk and went for Bailey's lips. He missed them and ended up banging his chin against the bridge of Bailey's nose.

"Uh, Alex...?" Bailey said, sounding concerned again.

"Was that too forward?" Alex fretted. He wiggled his toes to get feeling back into them. His shoes were really starting to wear out--they were about to bust open.

"No, that's not the problem."

"Then what's wrong?" Alex felt a little dizzy again, and widened his stance to balance himself. His feet were shoulder width apart, but he could still feel his thighs brushing each other. Every inch of his body felt alight with tingles. He stretched his arms out to either side of himself and his t-shirt rode up his stomach.

"Y-you weren't more than six feet tall when we got here, were you?"

"Are you being silly? I've been 5'10" since tenth grade." Alex rolled his shoulders. Was it getting warm or was it just him? His shirt felt stuck to his body, almost like he was drenched in sweat.

"You're almost seven freaking feet tall, Alex."

"What?" Alex's eyes refocused and found Bailey below his own line of sight.

At that moment, several things happened. First, the button securing his jeans slipped out of its hole, letting the zipper fly apart and come undone. His toes busted out of his sneakers. His shoulders started ripping his shirt apart. He noticed that his underwear had tightened considerably, and was now rubbing against him in the most teasing way, not helped by how tightly he was pressing his legs together.

But Alex remembered he wasn't pressing his legs together--he was actually standing with a gap a little wider than his shoulders between his feet. His thighs pressed inward, pulling at the denim. It rubbed against his skin, which was starting to become more and more sensitive. Alex shuddered and watched Bailey fall another few inches out of sight.

A thick rip sounded from behind him as the seat of his pants tore open. Alex dropped his hands to his sides, meeting his own body much sooner--and much softer--than he expected. On instinct, he pressed against it, moaning softly as his hands sunk against well-padded hips. They kept pushing out, disproportionate from his body, widening his stance. Bailey was about at tall as Alex's chest now, and looked up at him in mixed apprehension and awe.

Alex was about to say something when his jeans ripped down one side, exposing his skin to the warm air. He moaned again and bent over double as the tingling in his skin increased. More and more tears formed in his shirt and jeans, exposing more of his gender and sensitive flesh. The slipping fabric against his body felt so good. He didn't even realize he was hard until he felt his boner squished between his thighs.

Alex's knees shook. His feet were wider than his shoes now, soles dragging across the rough sidewalk. Bailey kept sinking, sinking, sinking out of sight. Alex hugged himself, shuddering as he stood up. His arms kept pushing outward, skin sliding against skin like he was failing to keep it in his grasp.

The jeans finally gave up the ghost, leaving Alex bare but for the scraps of shirt on his shoulders and the boxers that felt more like a g-string around his hips. He groped downward, getting handfuls of flesh that was undeniably his now. Touching his hips elicited another moan--they were so far apart! He must have been built like a triangle or something! His knees pressed together, entirely smothering his cock. The shivers racking his body ran through his now-enormous thighs, making them jiggle around his dick. Alex cooed as his boxers pulled up into his massive crack.

Standing straight, Alex could no longer see Bailey, only the tops of empty tables and trees. Or were they shrubs? They were green and about waist-high to him. He watched, fascinated, as they dwindled below him. His huge legs blocked his sight of most things below him. Alex ran his hands up and down his sides, feeling them slide apart and back, further and further every time. If he stilled his hands, he could actually feel fatty flesh pressing against them and forcing them further apart. His underwear pulled tighter and he squealed, taking a shaky step forward. His foot connected with the ground with a great CRASH.

"Alex!" Bailey shouted from somewhere very far away. "Watch where you're going!"

"It just f-feels so good, Bay, I c-can't--" Another full body shiver put the tree-shrubs at knee height, his hips half as wide as he was tall--and he was suddenly very, very tall. The breeze blew against his skin, carrying fire into his nerves like he was standing too close to a fireplace. His knees trembled.

At last, Alex fell to his knees with a truly impressive crash. His ass, warm and jiggly and continuing to spread, covered his feet entirely. The rough concrete dragged under his skin as his legs continued lengthening.

Down here, Alex could see Bailey again--about the size of a yardstick and progressively getting shorter. "You're so cute down there," Alex said. His voice was a touch deeper and sent rumbles throughout his body. The intensity surged for a minute and his skin pressed out in all directions. Cracks in the pavement lead to his tremendous lower half. His dick was poking up through the massive valley of his thighs. His hips were wide enough now that they began to knock into the tables on either side of the sidewalk. The cold metal and plastic against his skin made Alex shudder and moan again.

He was reaching his peak, Bailey barely visible at the bottom of his vision. His underwear snapped, consumed by his growing ass. His soft skin covered more and more ground, more and more quickly, as his hips reached the cool grass and cracks continued to spread up and down the concrete. Even kneeling, Alex was once again taller than the trees, which looked like very fragile branches now.

He put his hands on the concrete in front of them and felt his skin consume more of the ground, almost knocking Bailey over with an index finger half as long as his leg. Alex's moans came deeper and longer now, as his body pushed out and out and out. He threw back his head as he traced his hard, bare nipples with his hot fingers. Under them, his skin was continuously bulging and stretching.

Alex bit his lip and moaned "U-uhhh," he said.

"Shit!" Bailey said, somewhere in the distance, his voice becoming further away.

"A-aa-aaaah," Alex's body squeezed the last few inches of growth out of him before building to a truly epic climax. Alex moaned, his voice large and deep enough to resonate through the ground, and he came like a sprinkler. Cum splattered on every surface around him as he leaned back and writhed on the concrete. It was like the orgasm that would never end. His cock, a four and a half foot monster dwarfed only by the enormous hills of Alex's thighs, kept going much longer than Alex had ever gone before--he never came like this. Then again, he had also never come with a four and a half foot dick or a body around fifty feet tall. His hands dug into the dirt and grass, leaving thick trenches as his nails drew inward.

Finally, after the world's shortest eternity, Alex came back to himself. He was still dizzy and felt more than a little floaty. He put his weight on his back--mostly his tremendous ass--and stuck his legs out one at a time. They extended past the end of the sidewalk, dipping into a fountain near the edge of the campus. With his arms flat out on either side of him, his hips were at least as wide as his shoulders, and his thighs, though tapered, carried similar dimensions down to his knees. The trees were still taller than him lying down, but they felt more like tickling tassels as his body rubbed against them.

Despite feeling more profoundly exhausted than he ever had in his life, Alex wanted to go again. Not caring about why, or how, just contemplating his size made him horny enough to go half-mast right away. He arched his back against the concrete and yawned. As much as he wanted to relive that mind-bending orgasm, he felt suddenly heavy, like the improbable size he'd reached was just now weighing on him.

A miniature Bailey, blushing so hard his cheeks almost glowed, entered Alex's vision. With their massive size disparity, it was hard to make out details of Bailey's body--but Alex had a suspicion that the sizable bulge in Bailey's jeans wasn't a trick of the light. He stood a few feet away from Alex's head. "C-can you hear me?" he asked.

"Yes." Alex felt the ground rumble underneath him when he spoke, and he squirmed in place, biting back a moan. He still felt unreasonably good.

"I, uhm, are you, um--are you okay?"

"I've never been better, actually." Alex laughed and looked up at the sky. He rested one hand on his bare stomach, just above the point where his hips exploded from his body. Night air, rapidly cooling, brushed over his skin.

"Th-that was--"

"Are you okay?"

Bailey swallowed and his blush became somehow more luminescent. "Y-yeah." His voice was strained and it almost cracked when he spoke. When Alex looked back down at him, Bailey was rocking back and forth on his feet, hands clasped behind his back. Every so often he'd glance briefly down, and then back up--but not quite at Alex. "That was kinda intense."

Alex chuckled again, the kinetic energy of the noise catching Bailey off guard. He fell forward against the side of Alex's chest. He'd been right; he could feel every detail of Bailey's small body against his super sensitive skin and Bailey was definitely aroused. Alex raised a hand easily big enough to pin Bailey to the ground and experimentally tapped Bailey's back with a finger.

Bailey got back to his feet and took a couple of steps back, swallowing hard. Alex pursued him, lightly pressing the tip of his index finger against Bailey's crotch. He moaned, pressing into Alex's fingertip, humping it once or twice. Alex pushed against Bailey's movements, so his finger moved back and forth with Bailey's hips. Bailey moaned again and pressed Alex's finger lower, straddling it and rubbing more quickly against it.

Alex came for the second time after Bailey came, albeit with much less force than before. Now, his cock rested limp against his thigh at a much more manageable three feet long. Bailey staggered forward to press his tiny body against Alex's side again, giving him the world's smallest hug. "Th-thank you," he murmured, just barely loud enough for Alex to hear.

"Thought I should pay you back for fixing me up." At Bailey's confused face, Alex winked. "You made up for way more than just running into me." Bailey knocking him to the ground felt like it happened to another person in another lifetime.

Bailey pressed his face to Alex's skin and muttered something into it. His face was vibrantly warm.

"What was that?"

"Um, I was wondering, if--maybe--if you get back to a more manageable size, maybe we could, um..." Bailey looked at the ground to his left. "...have a normal date? I'm free, like, whenever, but if you don't want to--"

"Why wouldn't I want to?" Alex grinned and relaxed his shoulders. He looked up at the sky, watching it move around him as the sun's light finally faded away. His skin felt tight, a little dehydrated, and Alex was confused until he felt his skin brushing inward over the pavement. He was still ridiculously large, just slightly less so.

"So it's a...?"

"It's a date." Alex closed his eyes. "We can work out the details when I can use my phone again."

"Good thing I rescued it," Bailey said with a soft chuckle.

"Damn it, stop being so nice! Now I owe you for that, too," Alex teased. "Maybe you should be the one who blows up to fifty feet tall next time."

"I'll bet you I can get bigger."

"Is that a challenge? Because maybe it'll be both of us next time, and we'll really see who wins." Alex glanced around his receding body. "Um, what happened to that guy?"

"I dunno," Bailey said, digging into a pocket. "He disappeared a little after you passed eight feet tall. Like, disappeared like he was never even there." He found what he was looking for and pulled out a pale green business card. "I found this card, though, and it says we can collect your $60 at any participating grocery store if we show this to them." He flipped it over and scanned the back. "Also, we get two free bottles of Pear Juice, too."

"Well, that sounds perfect for a date."

"My brother's an event planner. Maybe he can set us up with a warehouse for a night so we can have some private time?"

Thinking of large-scale "private time" with Bailey threatened to make Alex hard again. "Um, normally I'd say not on the first date, but you've already seen me naked." He didn't need to mention that he was a loser who hadn't been on a date before.

"And you've already got me off," Bailey retorted. "Besides, I've never gone out with a guy. I guess we can suspend the rules for that."

Alex breathed in the cooling air and the sensation of Bailey's seemingly-growing body against his side. He had never felt so relaxed. As he slipped under thirty feet tall, he said, "how does next weekend sound?"

Asstastic

Rory gave off a loud grumble. He was frustrated because he couldn’t quite find any stories of guys whose butts get bigger, or any kind of ass expansion. After another whole hour of searching, Rory sighed, pulled up his pants and went to bed. While he was sleeping he had the most peculiar dream, he was in the middle of a grassy field, in spandex underwear. The clothing hugged every part of his mid-section, making even his small dick appear even a bit bigger, even worse than his dick; however, was his ass. It was the flattest ass probably in existence. Suddenly, however, changes were becoming apparent, first his hips, and legs began to widen. Next his ass began to fill out. It started ballooning; it felt as if someone was blowing up his ass with air. The spandex began stretching, becoming even tighter. When his new plump, bubbly ass finished, it probably rivalled Kim Kardashian’s ass. He shook it a bit, and with each movement, both bounced up and down. Lastly, a new weight started coming from the front. He pulled the spandex out a bit to see what was happening, and what he saw made him gasp. His balls were swelling, and his dick went from a sad two-incher, to a mighty ten-incher and became super girthy, he was still soft of course. His balls stopped inflating at around the size of oranges. The bulge was gigantic, and the spandex holding his genitals firmly was very erotic. All of a sudden everything went black. Then he opened his eyes, and could fell that the changes in his dreams were definitely not just dreams. His dick felt great and heavy. And his ass was gigantic, and even weighing him down. He quickly got up and noticed he was now wearing just a thong, which barely contained his massive dick. Yet it somehow felt natural. Naturally he made his way to his dresser, and noticed all his clothes not were the correct size to accommodate his new body, he slipped on a black pair of jeans, which was very fitting. He slipped on an old shirt, which was still the same, and made his way out into the kitchen, there was a card on his counter. The card simply read

‘-Asstastic’

More Than He Bargained For

(Do not read if you're under 18 or otherwise under the age of consent in your country or state of residence. This story contains m/m romance and sexual scenarios in addition to magical, macro (giant), growth, cock expansion, and hip/thigh/ass expansion content. Don't read if you don't like that stuff. All characters depicted are of age and are the original creations of the author. Don't share without attribution to Ali/Auri @g01ngup. Enjoy!)

"And... ta-da!" Leon said, briefly tapping the sides of Harry's hips before stepping back.

"Nice magic trick, babe, but what does it...?" Harry trailed off as warmth suffused his body, sprouting from where Leon had touched him. He yelped at the sudden spike in arousal and cupped his half-hard dick. The feeling turned him on so quickly that his jeans were already starting to feel cramped.

Scratch that--it wasn't his erection. The jeans curved over Harry's legs, tight against the thickest point of his admittedly scrawny thighs. They were no longer long enough to cover the tops of his feet. The jeans pinched at Harry's groin, showing off a lewd bulge between his legs.

"You shrunk my jeans?" Harry looked up, unimpressed, but started when he had to look down to meet his boyfriend's eyes. His usually slightly-taller boyfriend.

"You're a smart boy," Leon said coolly, in that mysterious-but-alluring tone he knew would get Harry fully hard. "I think you can figure it out."

It worked, and as his arousal grew, so did Harry. His cock was hard enough to strain at the denim, its head inching down his inseam and beginning to brush the rough fabric. "Oh god," Harry said, but it was more like a moan. Despite himself, he rubbed his palm against the head of his cock, and wasn't rewarded with a sudden spurt in length.

Harry was already nearing seven feet in height, but his cock had to be at least a foot long, growing faster than the rest of his still-proportional body.

Or not-so-proportional body. Harry's legs weren't half as scrawny as they'd been, and pressing a hand against the extraordinarily tight denim told him that almost none of it was muscle. A strange grinding sensation filled the space between his hips as he felt them stretch out and expand. They would have grown anyway, of course--but Harry was becoming more and more pear-shaped by the second.

And more and more gigantic, as well. In the time it took him to notice his hips' increasing width, he'd gained more than another foot. His head was half a foot away from the ceiling--make that less than half a foot. His ankles were exposed, his socks disintegrating against his large feet. He grunted as a slow tearing began at the ass seam of his jeans. Harry's briefs were a little more forgiving, but even they were starting to reach their limits. His balls hung between his legs, both too large for his underwear to contain. Moving denim played against them as well as his foot-and-a-half-long dick as he continued to expand against it.

Harry had more than outgrown his thin shirt by then, but it was hardly giving a fight. The combined pull of his wider shoulders and increased width of his neck tore a large hole where the collar had once been. The arms were basically shredded, and the seams down his sides were separating more and more. Harry's shirt didn't reach more than two inches above his belly button--not quite because of his height, but because of his hips. Each of his ass cheeks had to be approaching the size of his head.

The waistband of his jeans gave up its fight as he surpassed eight feet in height and two feet in length. A slow but deliberate tear worked its way down the outer seams of his jeans. His calves, even as skinny as they were, were overwhelming the legs of the pants. Not to mention his thighs--Harry's thighs were thicker than he imagined was even possible. Each one was as thick around now as both had been before, even adjusted for proportion given his greater height. They grew thicker yet, shoving his cock up against the rough denim seam.

Harry moaned as his cock made further headway toward his left knee, pressing a hand against it in disbelief. Enough pre trickled out to leave a large, wet stain on the outside of his jeans. Harry rubbed his hand up and down its length as the splitting seams exposed it to the cold air.

His head hit the ceiling just as his shirt ripped down the middle and fluttered to the floor as a useless scrap of fabric. Harry's jeans were worryingly tight, the frayed legs halfway up his knees.

"Oh, god, Leon," he moaned. "How big is this gonna make me?"

"As big as you'll let it."

"Fuck you," Harry breathed to Leon's smirk.

He bent forward at the neck, then the shoulders, as more and more of his body insisted upon pressing up against the ceiling. Blindly, Harry navigated backwards until his ass hit a wall. He accidentally hip-checked a tall tower of DVDs, making it crash to the floor. The poor thing wasn't done being tortured, though, as it was decimated completely by half of Harry's monstrously huge ass as the giant of a man sat down.

Sitting was the last straw for his jeans, which roared as they split into two pieces of stretched out denim. Harry picked the remains of his underwear from between his legs as he spread them out. As it was, he was taking up almost half the room. One of his feet pushed the couch into the wall, crushing its frame as his legs continued to lengthen.

Harry's dick was almost gushing pre as it rose up, a three-foot monstrosity between his immense legs. His hips started to press into the walls adjacent to the corner in which Harry sat. He rubbed his hands up and down the cushiony expanse of his thighs as they continued to consume floor space.

"I wonder how much longer this will last," Leon commented. "None of my other partners ever got quite this big."

"Leon," Harry groaned, trying to grab his shaft but finding it too thick to hold with just one hand, even if the hand was the size of a serving plate. His hips dug trenches in the walls and his thighs took up more than half the floor. Between them, each of his balls was the size of a beanbag chair. "Stop," he added, breathless, as his foot knocked over a standing lamp in the corner from furthest from him.

"Stop what?" Leon asked with a coy smile. "Stop comparing your size to my past partners? Because, believe me, you're already more than twice as big as any of them got." Harry moaned loudly enough to shake the windows as a sudden spurt of growth sent him up the wall. He was officially taller sitting down than Leon was standing up.

Harry grabbed as much as he could of his cock, holding it more like a firehose than a penis, as it throbbed and produced more and more pre. It was already up to Leon's ankles. The head was as tall as Leon's knee, and he affectionately patted it as one would a dog.

Between this and Harry's head bumping against the ceiling for a second time, the stimulus overwhelmed him. In one last huge spurt of growth--which bent his legs toward the ceiling as his feet pressed against the walls and forced him to lean forward as his shoulder blades left indents in the ceiling--Harry came, actually flooding the living room floor. His moan made the windows shatter against his huge right thigh. He kept coming, insensate, for at least a minute before he snapped out of it.

His hips were almost as wide as the room, and his legs much longer. If he pushed his feet out any farther, they would leave holes the size of small doorways into the adjacent rooms. Plaster and ceiling popcorn liberally dusted his hair as he attempted to find a more comfortable position for his half-bent torso. Harry was absolutely huge, even discounting his enormous cock and ridiculous thighs, hips, and ass.

Harry looked around himself as best he could, but he couldn't spot Leon anywhere in the sea of cum covering the living room floor. He shimmied down the wall as best he could, raising his legs to make sure he hadn't accidentally crushed Leon. He would have looked under his dick, but it was too thick and heavy for him to move just yet. "Okay, Leon, you can shrink me down," he called, hoping Leon could hear him.

With a light weight, Leon was suddenly there, straddling Harry's cock. But Leon was already out of his jeans, sporting a cock half the size of Harry's, and looking up at the crouched-over giant with excited eyes. It was going to be a long weekend in more ways than one.

I'll be honest, I wrote this like a month ago but only posted it to dA like a week and a half ago. Now I'm too lazy to c/p it all here so have a link. Contains: my usual (that is, m/m to m/M, macro, growth, hip expansion, cock expansion, ~magic~, and some casualty-free city destruction courtesy of aforementioned magic). It's big and gay, y'all. Don't read if you're under 18 or otherwise under the age of consent where you live! Author and characters are all over 18. Harry and Leon are my OCs.

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M/F couple with both getting some extra booty?

((See, I wanna do this fully, with a picture, but I’m having a lot of trouble finding a cute picture of a het couple with an emphasis on both partners’ bottoms. Help me out, internet.))—

The nude beach was overall an excellent destination, and he had no regrets, but John still yelped when his wife’s hands put a dollop of ice-cold sunscreen on his butt. He turned, giving her a bleak stare as she giggled and massaged it in. “Come on, honey,” said Mary, working in the sunscreen. “You don’t wanna get weird tanlines, right?”

“No, but some warning would have been nice,” he said, still pouting, trying not to enjoy it too much as she worked the lotion in. Her fingers were very deft, and judging from her lip-biting blush, she was clearly enjoying it. He was hardly one to begrudge her that, especially since he knew the obligatory followup. She turned, handing off the sunscreen and wiggling in a way that was more cute than sultry, but made him go stiff all the same.

“My turn,” she said, wincing as the cool sunscreen poured out onto her, her whole back arching. “Ah god! Why is it so cold?!” She asked as her husband worked it in for several long moments, from her lower back all the way down to her knees. She wasn’t sure, but she could swear that for seconds at a time she would feel ten fingers and the presence of one long additional appendage rubbing up against her. Giggling, she turned, pulling her husband close and standing up on tiptoe to kiss him, then realized that her hands met much more soft resistance than she expected. “Uh, John? Honey?” She asked, taking a step back and looking down.

John had hips now. Soft, wide, plush hips, with what looked like a serious donk to go with them. He turned, looking down at himself with a mix of confused terror and cock-twitching delight. His thighs had thickened as well, not only with muscle but with a layer of soft, squeezable fat as well, giving him a decidedly pear-shaped figure that contrasted with his much skinnier upper body. His gaze returning to his wife he wordlessly gestured, his still rock-hard cock giving another helpless twitch. She was rapidly approaching his width, though she was much shorter and he probably still had her beat on raw mass. Her thighs were all soft feminine curve where he kept at least a bit of muscle, and if he had a big booty to go with it, she was enormous. Mary’s hands explored her own flesh greedily for a few seconds, working in the last few dollops of sunscreen before her hands reached across for the husband.

Standing on tip-toe, her calves burning from all her extra weight, she pulled him in close for another passionate kiss. Her hands gripped his firm bottom tightly as his squeezed long, soft indentations in hers. A second later they were rolling over in the sand, the sunscreen and cooler forgotten, making out with the furious passion usually reserved for anniversaries and birthdays. Every last ounce of extra flesh felt electric, and all sense of decency abandoned, they made soft, passionate love on the beach. All of the worries (including how to get back to the car when none of their clothes fit) in the world would wait, for now they had each other.

Look, an actual thing posted! It's a MIRABLE. It's my usual kind of thing so if you're not into macro growth, guys getting big, guys getting stuck in houses, guys getting curvy, pear expansion (butt/hips/thighs), some gay shit, etc. then you should probably sit this one out. It's like 1,400 words or so long so it's a shortie. But hey, I'm actually writing again, I'm actually writing things I want to share (with strangers) again (this isn't the only thing I've been writing with intent to share, I'm rewriting my Very Incredibly Specific AU fanfic from a few years ago).