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The Quest for Size
Part 3: The Hulking Himbo
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Now that the party is in full swing, the entertainment for the evening, the Hulking Himbo, is in a for a big surprise from a growing guest and an unchecked growth spurt might leave Triple B's in rubble.
Out struts a gentleman with long curly brown hair. A big bulge in his black jockstrap slapped his thighs as he walked. “Hello Triple B’s! How is everybody doin’ tonight?” shouted Jaren as the crowd cheered for him. He held up his massive arms in a double bicep pose and the crowd’s eyes got wide. His biceps were easily bigger than cannonballs and his big meaty chest stuck half a foot out from his chest. Jaren was not as muscular as Siv, but on his 7 '6 body, everything about him looked massive. “I heard we had some good, little size worshipers in the audience tonight. You like these massive muscles?” Jaren flexed his arms down and gritted his teeth as every muscle on his body bulged out toward the crowd. The crowd below was cheering and whistling as Jaren flexed and showed off for everyone. Many of them were throwing gold coins up on stage at the big man, inflating his ego even further.
“Show us that ass big guy!” shouted Kimlen as he chuckled at his friend dancing. Jaren looked down at the crowd and saw his little tabaxi friend standing at the bar with Siv and a tall hunky guy. Jaren smirked and turned around to boisterous applause as the crowd saw his massive ass. His large height already made his ass look bigger than soccer balls, but in his jock, his big cheeks were pushed to look even bigger.
“Fuck yeah big boy!” screamed some of the worshipers as they pushed Kimlen and Daladon out of the way to get a good view of Jaren. Throwing gold coins at the big man and some trying to put vouchers in the pouch of his jock.
“I knew those guys would eat Jaren up if they liked me so much,” said Daladon as he and Kimlen made their way away from the crowd swarming Jaren.
“With the cash cow that Jaren is, he’ll clean these guys out of all their money easily,” responded Kimlen sitting down at one of the tables in the back.
“We like to think of it as more of an investment than “getting cleaned out”,” came a voice from behind the pair. Daladon and Kimlen turned around to see an older human leaning against the wall next to the exit. He was wearing a similar purple suit to the rest of the foreigners except he had many more highlights of gold on the sleeves and pants.
“And why would handing over hundreds of pieces of gold to a massive stripper be an investment to you?” asked Daladon in a sassy tone.
“Simple, my name is Carson Miatronic and I am one of the Deans at Grow University in Sizeopolis.” Both Kimlen and Daladon looked at each other with wide eyes at the hearing of the name. “I am to assume you’ve heard of me then if your faces are any indication. Nice to know that houses like mine are still well known all the way out here,” said the man as he slithered closer to the pair. Kimlen and Daladon looked at each other with their jaws agape.
“Mr. Miatronic, it’s an honor. I’ve read many of your books on size enhancement and size imbuing and you are just…AH!” Kimlen was giddy with excitement as one his favorite authors was now sitting with them.
“Oh you’ve read my books too? Hmm maybe this town has more potential than I initially thought,” said Mr. Miatronic. He pulled a chair out and sat in it with his legs crossed. “Let me buy you a drink for that, my good, um cat I think?”
“Tabaxi actually sir,” said Kimlen with stars in his eyes. His hands pushed up on his cheeks as he gazed at the older gentleman.
“Yes yes, I’ve seen a few of you around the merchant districts in Sizeopolis.” Daladon raised his eyebrow at the human waving down one of the waiters. “Hello, could you get me a couple of funergy drinks for these two? And add a shot of Big Ass Energy to each. As well, get me a seer sunrise. Thank you.”
“And Mr. Miatronic, while it is an honor, what are you doing here in Grimford? We rarely get visitors from Sizeopolis, let alone such high ranking members of the King’s court,” asked Daladon.
“Simple my boy. The King is always looking for big men in his kingdom and we at GrowU support him in that goal. So myself, as well as many of my fellow staff members go on tours between semesters to look for some of the largest bodies and brightest minds all over Gaya. However, typically we don’t engage in such…lood activities,” said Mr. Miatronic. The waiter brought two funergy drinks back and set them in front of Daladon and Kimlen.
“Jaren tends to have that effect on people,” said Daladon reaching forward to grab the funergy drink that had a blue hew to its normal white color.
“So you two know the Hulking Himbo?” asked Mr. Miatronic.
“We do. We’ve been friends for a few years now. And he’s been working here since as both a bartender and the entertainment,” said Kimlen.
“I can imagine his popularity considering he’s the only person in town who seems to have any real size to him. Other than maybe your other bartender.” They peered over at Siv, shaking up some drinks for the customers.
“Yeah, Mr. Drucian has a huge gym downstairs that they all religiously workout in,” said Daladon, taking a sip of his funergy drink. While still just as delicious as before, this one had a kick to it. Similar to the shot that had grown his junk to its current massive size. Daladon blinked in surprise as he felt himself being pushed further forward in his chair. Looking behind him, he saw his already plump bubblebutt bulge outwards in his booty shorts.
“Woah.” Daladon looked over to see Kimlen as he was having the same reaction as him while drinking the funergy. “This feels weird.” The relatively slim Tabaxi got up out of his chair when he felt his pants tightening around his ass. Looking back and turning to the side, he saw his flat ass start to swell outwards. Daladon peered over to see Kimlen had downed the funergy drink in one gulp.
“Have you two never had a Big Energy drink? These are some of the simplest potions out there,” said Mr. Miatronic. He crossed his leg as he took a sip of his purple drink in his hands. Looking at the Tabaxi’s ass swelling bigger and bigger. “And it seems you have the right genes for it.” Kimlen grabbed his pants and tried to adjust them as he felt the discomfort growing stronger. He grabbed at his growing cake and gasped at how big of a handful he could take.
“Grimford isn’t exactly known for anything to do with Mr. Miatronics. Jaren is the only one who has any sort of notable size, but he’s just a really tall human. Nothing like a giant or anything.”
Mr. Miatronic peered over at Jaren still dancing on stage collecting coins from his colleagues. “I hate to be the one to break it to you, but your friend’s a hobbit.”
“What?” yelped Kimlen as he felt his dick get strangled in his pants as his ass continued to bubble backwards.
“Trust me boys, call it a wizard’s intuition, your friend is a gigantic hobbit,” said Mr. Miatronic as he finished his purple drink. His eyes shining back at Daladon. “He definitely has some giant in him if I’ve ever seen one.” Daladon turned to Jaren and stared at him for a moment. He had known Jaren only since they were teenagers. He never talked about his family or where he came from before Grimford so nobody ever really asked. “Besides, you’ve got these studs walking around here selling the drinks.” Mr. Miatronic’s voice broke Daladon from his train of thought and saw Mr. Miatronic caressing one of the asses of one of the waiters.
“Those guys? I thought your Sizemologist brought them. They aren’t from Grimford.” stated Daladon.
“No, the Sizemologist was dispatched from Sizeopolis with the rest of us. They never bring anyone with them,” said Mr. Miatronic, looking at Daladon puzzled.
“Oh he definitely did. I saw-” Daladon was cut off by a loud rip. Him and Mr. Miatronic turned to Kimlen to see the tabaxi’s pants almost completely ripped off. His big ass was now on full display for everyone to see. Each of the cheeks were the size of basketballs.
“I think that Big Ass Energy was a bit much for me,” said Kimlen as he saw his pants in tatters on the floor. He put his paws down to try and cover himself up, but both his hands barely blocked any of his massive bubble butt.
“Kimlin!” Daladon shot up from his seat and got behind his friend. Giving him a shield from the back. However, he couldn’t do much for the side angles due to how far back Kimlen’s ass stuck out. “I’m sorry Mr. Miatronic. I need to get my friend home. I think he’s had a bit too much to drink and he needs some pants.”
“I’m so sorry Mr. Miatronic. I promise I’m not normally like this. Or grow like this.” Kimlen said backing up into Daladon as they simultaneously turned so Daladon and Kimlen were now facing the bar. “I don’t wanna go home. I know one of the big guys has something that will fit me downstairs. Let’s go behind the bar,” whispered Kimlen as they walked up to the bar.
Bruce and Siv were both watching Jaren expertly work the crowd and get plenty of gold and vouchers for riches and jewels. Turning to see Kimlen and Daladon walking up to the bar, Siv noticed how close Daladon was standing behind Kimlen. “Hey guys. Dal, you're already testing out the effects of that Big Dick Energy drink?” asked Siv as he furrowed his brow.
“Not me, But Kimlen had a little too much Big Ass Energy!” whisper shouted Daladon from the other end of the bar. Turning their profile to the side, Bruce and Siv saw how Kimlen’s ass was exposed and bubbled out behind him.
“Woah…nice!” yelled Bruce as he stood up and got beside Daladon to cover part of Kimlen’s ass.
“Bruce, I can feel your hand…” said Kimlen as he waddled toward the entrance to behind the bar.
“That’s not me!” Bruce winded up his arm and spanked Kimlen’s big fuzzy cheek aa he smiled. “That was me.” Kimlen yelped at the sudden slap from Bruce.
“Wait, Daladon Pentorn, get that thought out of your brain!” Kimlen slapped his friend’s hand.
“Sorry Kimlen. The funergy is kicking in.” Daladon gave Kimlen’s ass a little pinch and then slapped him back behind the bar.
“Damn, you did get caked up Kimlen,” stated Siv as he saw Kimlen’s ass on full display. His tail wagging frantically behind him. “I’ve got some shorts that can stretch to fit that ass in. Might be loose around the legs though.”
“Thanks Siv. I’ll see if I can squeeze into something.” Kimlen stuck his ass out and started to descend down the ladder. The entire group stared at the fat cheeks wobbling as Kimlen stepped down the ladder into the depths of Triple B’s.
“Ya know, I’m gonna go see if he needs any help with getting into those shorts.” Bruce scrambled towards the back of the bar and down the ladder after Kimlen. His pants hugging tightly against his body as his hard on was visible to both Siv and Daladon.
“Hey there stranger!” yelled a voice from behind Daladon and Siv. “Haven’t seen you around these parts, big guy!” All eyes were on Daladon as he emerged from behind the bar. Jaren was smiling and holding his hand out to him from the stage. “Mind if I show these out of town bigwigs how to properly worship a big guy? Like us.”
“Oh, I don’t think you want me on stage with you big guy. I can’t compete with a guy your size,” said Daladon with blushing cheeks as he backed into Siv standing right behind him.
“Nonsense. With a bulge as big as that in the front and back, you are maybe rivaling me in size.” Daladon was so distracted by Kimlen’s accident with his pants that he didn’t notice just how big his lower half was now. His bulge was massive between how hefty his balls felt after drinking so many funergy drinks. As well, the Big Dick Energy shots hadn’t helped the tightness of his booty shorts. And his already fat ass had blossomed back into an even bigger dump truck that must’ve stuck out behind Daladon by almost a foot.
Daladon craned his neck back to Siv and spoke in a whisper. “Is he really gonna make me be the little guy even at this size?”
“You know he likes making huge guys feel small just as much as he likes making small guys feel even smaller,” whispered back Siv. “Awe he’s shy folks! Maybe he needs a little encouragement!” shouted Siv followed by boisterous applause.
“Give him a Big Bara Energy on my tab!” shouted one of the men from the crowd.
“Ah, how fitting! Get me one too Siv. Also on his tab.” Jaren glared his eyes down at the patron and flexed his massive pecs at the man. The man couldn’t help but nod at Jaren’s unrelenting gaze. Jaren smirked and cocked his chin at Siv. “Here, my good man, come on stage and show these guys what big really is.” Jaren again reached his hand out for Daladon’s.
Daladon looked back up at Jaren and smirked. “I’m gonna milk this for everything he’s got then,” whispered Daladon. “Sure Mr. Hulking Himbo. I’d be more than happy to be up on stage with you. Compare how big I am to a small guy like you.” Jaren raised his eyebrow as Daladon walked forward and grabbed his hand to pull himself up onto the stage.
“You play a dangerous game, Dal. Hey Sam! I need two Baras!” Siv shouted back at Sam who already had the shots ready. Siv walked the shots up onto the stage for the big guys that towered above him. “Here are your shots, gentlemen.” Daladon and Jaren both took the cyan colored liquid that bubbled in the shot glass.
“To the biggest guys in town,” shouted Jaren, raising his glass in the air.
“To the man with the biggest dick in town,” replied Daladon with a smirk as he gulped his glass down with ease.
“We’ll see how long that lasts.” Jaren followed suit, gulping down his own shot of Big Bara Energy. Jaren put his glass down and already saw the effects taking place in Daladon’s body. His pecs in his tight crop top started to bulge forwards and out. His shoulders broadened on his frame as his textbook pecs grew to be the size of throw pillows. The sleeves around his arms began to tighten as his biceps and triceps grew. The peak of his bicep grew higher in the hole that exposed it as Daladon hit a double bicep pose.
Jaren felt his own body throbbing bigger and bigger with every heartbeat. His skin stretched as he felt his muscles tighten and swell as he flexed his body. He felt his forearms strickening as veins snaked along it. Feeling his muscles tense up bigger and bigger. “Now big guy, why don’t I show you how big guys like to be treated here in Grimford. Or give an example to our lovely audience of how I like to be treated as a big man.”
Jaren pulled up a chair he had off stage. Daladon knew that chair well. It was one of the few chairs that Jaren’s big body could fit in. He planted his big ass down on the chair and leaned back against the back of the chair. Opening up his legs to expose his hefty bulge to Jaren and the crowd. “I’m sure I know what it’s like to be treated as the bigger man a lot better than you, tiny,” said Daladon with a smirk as he used one of his hands to bounce his bulge in his tight booty shorts.
Jaren’s eyebrow furrow had grown into a scowl as this stranger continued to poke his buttons. “No sir. I don’t believe you do know how a big man really likes it.” Jaren leaned down and shoved the stranger’s shoulders back into the chair. He smirked as he saw the audience drooling with anticipation.
Jaren’s hand traveled down Daladon’s chest as he tugged at the crop top he was in. Watching his massive chest bob up and down. Jaren turned around and glided his body onto Daladon’s. Jaren rolled his own massive ass across the throbbing bulge. Daladon couldn’t resist the massive V-frame eclipsing the light in front of him. His hands traveled up Jaren’s waist, feeling every bulge and dip he could.
Jaren’s rhythmic thrusts and rolls began to pick up speed. The audience roared louder than usual as Jaren’s body looked pumped up. A feeling rushed over Jaren’s body as Daladon smirked and grabbed Jaren’s meaty bubble butt. Jaren could feel his jock starting to tighten around his own large piece of meat.
The crowd was loving the show the two big men were putting on. They had resumed throwing coins and vouchers up onto the stage as Jaren danced. Every dance and every coin thrown filled Jaren’s body with a thirst for more. Jaren stood up, turned to face Daladon, and started thrusting his big package into Daladon’s face. The bulge thickened and pulsed larger with every thrust forward into Daladon’s face. The black cloth stretched further and further across Daladon’s face every time he made contact.
Daladon didn’t know exactly what was going on. Jaren always did this bit with either the smallest guy or biggest guy in the bar. Daladon usually was on the receiving end for the humiliation aspect in the smaller scenario, but even when he was smaller, he didn’t remember Jaren’s bulge getting so big. He normally just got hard, but this felt a lot bigger than Jaren just hard. Jaren looked down on Daladon and smiled devilishly to himself. Turning his attention to the crowd that looked on with pleading eyes. As if to beg for Jaren to get even bigger. Lucky for them, his body listened.
Jaren had never felt so good as his body stretched and ballooned on stage. Looking down again at Daladon, he was met with a blocked view from his big pecs. Jaren had to get on his knees to see Daladon. Only to shove his massive pecs into Daladon’s face. Daladon had throw pillow pecs, but Jaren was developing king pillow pecs that stuck out almost two feet away from his body.
Daladon was in a state of shock. He’s seen Jaren do this act dozens of times, but he never remembered Jaren actually growing like this. Even in his shocked state, Daladon had to drool at the muscle god growing on top of him.
Jaren could’t stop growing larger and larger and no part of him wanted to. Jaren heard the uproar from the audience as his body surged bigger and bigger. He felt his cock tightening even more as he felt the coins hitting his body feel smaller and smaller. Engrossed in the power he was wielding between having the whole audience in his thrall to this big stranger put to shame as he doubled his size.
“Wow, big guy. I’ve never seen you grow that big. Bravo Jaren.” Daladon reached forward and groped his friend’s pecs.
“Jaren!?!” Jaren got onto his knees and pressed his big pecs deeper into Daladon. Smothering his whole face in them. “How do you know my real name?” Jaren angrily whispered down at Daladon.
“What? You don’t recognize me either? I’m convinced you never get a good look at my face from all the way up there,” said Daladdon as he poked his head up between Jaren’s pec valley.
Jaren squinted his eyes down at the once big man pinned down beneath his pecs. “I got nothing. Were you an old hook up of mine?” asked Jaren. Daladon rolled his eyes. As he reached down and tugged on Jaren’s big nipple.
“Who else knows how to tease you quite like this?” Daladon smirked as Jaren’s face contorted into a face of realization as he saw Daladon’s subtle features shine through his face.
“No way…little guy, how did you get this big?” Jaren leaned his body back and let Daladon get some space to breathe.
“I might’ve had a few drinks tonight. So what?” Daladon tugged his body up using Jaren’s nipples as a support. Jaren felt his cock pulse again as Daladon teased his engorged nipples. His jock was getting more and more cramped as his growing cock began to get hard.
“Daladon, you can’t tease me like this on stage.” Jaren loudly moaned that made the crowd cheer even louder for the big man as his bulge started growing up towards between his pecs. Daladon stood up beside him and turned to face the crowd with Jaren behind him. While Jaren was on his knees, he still came up just under Daladon’s head.
“Why not Himbo? I thought we were showing this audience how to worship a growing man like me?” Daladon arched his back and pressed his impressive ass onto Jaren’s massive meat that felt like a two-liter bottle of soda was wedged between his cheeks. “Or was it how you like to be worshiped, big guy?” Daladon smiled and flexed his cheeks around Jaren’s monster cock as it bucked in his jock.
With a loud low moan, Jaren’s eyes shot open as he felt cool air hit his cock. The big piece of meat flopped up and hit his pecs. His balls landed on the ground with a loud thud as the soccer sized balls rolled out of the destroyed fabric. The audience stood there staring at Jaren with their mouths hanging open. The room was silent as even Sam and Siv’s jaws hung on the ground.
“That is so fucking hot!” cried one of the audience members in the back as the entire crowd erupted in praise of Jaren’s body. Tearing through their pockets to throw everything they had to the giant man. Jaren’s surprised expression brightened into a smile as he started to flex. His giant cock spurting out a bit of pre as he did.
While he had loved the display that Jaren had put on and had his own hardons in his pants, Siv couldn’t let Jaren stay on the stage like that. Rearranging his pants, he strode up onto the stage and stood in front of Jaren’s massive cock. “Looks like the Hulking Himbo might’ve gotten a little too Hulked out if you know what I mean.” Siv tried to laugh it off as the crowd looked up at the red dragonborn with confusion.
“Siv! Come on man! I have them eating out of the palm of my hand,” whispered Jaren behind Siv.
“Jaren! No. You know why you can’t be naked on stage. Especially with these Sizeopolis guys here today. My dad and I don’t need them hitting us with fines for anything.” Siv turned to whisper to Jaren only to turn back smiling at the audience.
“But I’ll just pay the fines with all of this dough.” Jaren scraped his hand across the stage and picked up plenty of gold coins in his hands.
“Jaren-” Siv breathed deeply for a second. “Just get your ass downstairs. Now!” Jaren knew Siv well enough to know when to listen to him.
“Sorry folks! This big himbo needs a clean up on aisle 69.” Jaren stood up to his now full height and saw how much he towered over everyone now. He was lucky that the ceiling over the stage was two stories, otherwise he would’ve punched his head right through the wood. Looking down, his pecs blocked a lot of his view of what was beneath and he was having troubling seeing where he stepped.
“I’ll help with that clean up!” shouted Daladon as he reached up and grabbed Jaren’s hand and pulled it towards the stage exit. Jaren lumbered his big body off the stage and his footfalls actually echoed through the bar as he walked down the stairs. “Jaren! What in the lords happened to you?!? Why are you this big?” asked Daladon.
“I don’t know. I just got bigger. Maybe it was the shots?” replied Jaren as they disappeared into the homestead of Jaren and Siv below Triple B’s.
“The shots got me this big and I’m pretty sure I’ve had more than you. You’re over double your normal size. That’s not it!” Daladon turned to look at Jaren practically crawling into the living room from how much he had to hunch over. “And there weren’t any shots that made you taller. This is something else.”
“Alright alright.” Jaren plopped his fat ass down on the ground of his living room below the bar and leaned back against the wall. His fluffy brown hair brushing against the ceiling. “I have this…thing. It happens sometimes when I get turned on.” Jaren’s eyes motioned down to his 6 foot long cock waving in the air like a flag pole.
“Jaren, I’ve seen you turned on. I’ve seen you a lot more turned on than you are today, but you’ve never grown into a giant!” Jaren cracked a smile and his cock twitched with life.
“No I haven’t, but lords do I wish I had.” Jaren brought his big bicep up to his head and kissed it. “This is the biggest I’ve ever gotten from one of my little growth spurts.” Jaren looked down and saw Daladon admiring his big body. “We’ve been talking a lot about me, but you’re so big that I didn’t even recognize you. What happened to you little guy?”
“Oh, um I met this one guy on my way home from work and he gave me this singlet that when I wear it, it makes me bigger,” said Daladon tugging at his tight booty shorts. “Well it was a singlet when I put it on, then it changed into this.”
“Who was this man who gave you this magical singlet?” asked Jaren as he examined his friend’s new measurements.
“The Sizemologist working the bar with Siv. His name is Sam and he has a whole shop full of tons of different things that make people grow. He was the one that made all the shots we had on stage.” Daladon hit a double bicep pose and popped his pecs for Jaren. “And I’m pretty sure this singlet will stretch to accommodate growing. See,” Daladon turned around and exposed his fat ass to Jaren. The singlet had already given him a big ass, but with that shot from Mr. Miatronic, it had inflated bigger than his head. His tight shorts had stretched to fit his beach ball sized ass cheeks inside. He slapped his ass and it was like a wave washed over the fleshy orb. It wobbled for a few seconds before settling back into its round form.
“Mmphh fuck Dal,” grunted Jaren as his body swelled bigger. His cock jumped a foot in size and was almost bursting through the ceiling. He slouched himself forward so his head wouldn’t shoot into the bar upstairs as his legs extended into the wall on the opposite side of the room. His muscles filled up more of the space in the room. His arms and legs spread out further to accommodate his thighs and biceps swelling against him. His pecs obscuring almost his entire view with his traps pressed into his ears on either side of him. “Dal, I just told you I grow when I’m turned on. If you show me your ass like that again, I might grow back onto the stage.”
Daladon gawked at the even bigger Jaren. “I didn’t think you would grow from just that.”
“I normally wouldn’t but something about tonight is…different. When you teased me on stage, it wasn’t like a normal show. I needed to be bigger than you. I am always the biggest. And with there being no one coming anywhere close to my size in Grimford, I was finally excited to see some real competition,” moaned Jaren as his body grew again. The room was quickly being filled with all of Jaren’s body. He had begun to push furniture out of the way as he swelled. Jaren’s cock left a trail of pre on the ceiling as it slid across it.
“Okay, we need to get you to shrink back down. Or at least stop you from growing anymore so you don’t destroy the whole bar.”
“There are only two ways I know to shrink myself back down after one of these episodes. One is taking a cold shower and coming down from being horny, which can’t happen because I can’t even fit in the bathroom let alone the shower. The other is jerking off and getting it all out of my system.”
“We can’t do that. That would flood the entire basement. Your balls have always been overproducers and I bet gold that they’ve only got fuller tonight.”
“I wouldn’t flood the place if I had a condom that could hold all of it,” said Jaren as he grinned at Daladon.
“There’s not a condom in Gaia that could…” Daladon felt Jaren’s big arm come behind him and pull his whole body closer to the giant’s cock. “Jaren, no! I can’t take that thing. It’s bigger than my whole body!”
“You said that singlet could stretch for any type of growth.”
“The singlet can, not me though!”
“If that singlet changes into different articles of clothing and grows the person wearing it, I guarantee it won’t let you pop.” Jaren wrapped his massive fingers around Daladon’s torso and laid him down on his big chest. His 8 feet long cock looming above him.
“But I can’t take that monster! My ass grew a lot, but not that much!” Daladon rolled over and stared at the giant cock that was raining pre down on the two of them.
“You don’t have to take it. Just lick it a little bit. I’m so horny, I doubt it’ll take much.”
“Jaren-”
“Daladon pleeeease! I need to cum and we don’t have any other options.” Jaren looked down at Daladon with pleading eyes and a twitching lip.
“I hate that that works on me. Fine, I’ll do it. But I’m not promising I will swallow all the cum. Your balls haven’t just been growing from your little spurts, I think.” Daladon steadied himself as he raised his body up onto his knees. Jaren’s pecs were so thick that Daladon on his knees was still close to hitting the ceiling.
Daladon reached up and ran his hand across Jaren’s shaft. “Fuuuuck!” moaned Jaren. Pre shots that could fill buckets splattered against the ceiling and his chest. “Dal, I’m about to burst! Get to the good part!”
“I’m getting there big daddy, don’t worry,” mused Daladon as his tongue made contact with Jaren’s massive cock head. It was easily double the size of Daladon’s head and the slit could’ve fit a normal man’s arm inside. His lips danced gently across the surface and suddenly Daladon grunted as his head hit the ceiling. Like a tide rolling through his body, Jaren’s pecs surged Daladon’s body upward. His arms made contact with the walls beside them. His knees bent so his feet wouldn’t go through the wall on the other side of the living room. His cock exploded into Daladon’s face and threw him back.
“DAL!” shouted Jaren as his body filled the room to near capacity. He twisted and turned in frustration and his shoulders went so high up, they dented the ceiling. Daladon wrapped his arms as best he could around Jaren’s cock head looming above him grazing the ceiling. Using his big biceps, Daladon heaved Jaren’s cock down to eye level where he attached his lips to the slit. His cheeks bulged out from the steady stream of pre that flowed into his mouth. Daladon gripped tight to the ridges of Jaren’s head and swallowed the pre down. His already rounded out belly swelled bigger with no signs of stopping. The skin easily stretched out to the size of a yoga ball full of just pre.
“Fuuuuuck!” Jaren roared as his body swelled bigger again. As his pecs inflated against Daladon, they jumped up toward the ceiling and pinned Daladon between the 12 foot long growing python. “So…close,” panted Jaren. Daladon stayed suction cupped to Jaren’s slit and his growing belly pressed Jaren’s cock against the ceiling.
With determination in his eyes, Daladon squeezed Jaren’s giant cock in his arms. He darted his tongue in and out of Jaren’s slit. He arched his back and smothered his belly against Jaren’s shaft. The sensations were becoming too much. “AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!” roared Jaren. The entire building must’ve heard the moan from the giant as the dam broke and Daladon was met with a geyser of cum.
Hanging on for dear life, Daladon tightly gripped Jaren’s head as the giant rhythmically bucked into the air. His fat ass landed on the ground practically causing an earthquake. The cum wasn’t coming out in shots, but as a steady stream from a fire hydrant. Daladon’s belly swelled from the size of a bean bag, to a couch, to a car in a few seconds and his skin effortlessly stretched to accommodate Jaren’s massive load.
“Fuuuuck! Thank you for this little guy!” Jaren moaned so loud that the walls shook. He was cumming away his size. His extremely swollen muscles lost their pump and began to deflate from their massive state. His legs and back were able to straighten as he became shorter. Leaning back against the wall behind him, Jaren mused at the growing orb in front of him. “I told you that the singlet would protect you. I had a feeling someone put an inflater charm on it.”
While Jaren had shrunk back down, Daladon seemed to replace the space Jaren’s titanic body had occupied. His belly was towering over the both of them rubbing against the ceiling. The doors to the kitchen, bedrooms, and back up to the bar had been covered by the swelling sphere. Daladon’s belly button had long since become an outie that was now shoved up against the opposing wall. With nowhere else to swell, his belly began to spread wider across the room. Pushing whatever furniture hadn’t been crushed by Jaren up against the walls.
Luckily for them, Jaren’s stream of cum was turning into shots. His shrinking body had slowed rapidly and his dick had shrunk far enough down that Daladon could fit the whole head inside his mouth. After a few last spurts of cum, Jaren’s balls were finally empty. And not a moment too soon. Daladon’s belly had no more room to grow. “That was incredible, Dal. We’ll need to try this again, but outside next time.” Jaren patted the big belly in front of him. He could feel all his cum sloshing around inside Daladon’s skin that was as tight as a drum.
Daladon spit out Jaren’s cock that was still at least 3 feet long and thicker than Daladon’s arm. “You’re welcome, Jaren, but we have a new problem now.” Daladon raised his arm and slapped his massive belly. Like a wave washing over the beach, his slap rippled across the massive cum filled orb.
“It’s not a problem. I like the look on you.” Jaren leaned his body forward crushing Daladon against his own belly. Jaren’s arms spread and hugged the big belly. “You’re like a big balloon.”
“Jaren stop it. I can’t stay like this. Call Siv or Kimlen or Bruce and have them get Sam down here. I bet he knows how to fix this,” muffled Daladon trapped between a belly and a hard chest. Jaren ignored Daladon’s request and continued rubbing his body against the belly.
“Don’t worry little guy. If I was right about the inflater charm, I bet I’m right about the juicing mechanism.” Jaren peered down at the smaller Daladon in his lap. He used his big hands and started feeling around for a button or switch anywhere on the fabric.
“The S glowed when I put it on if that helps in any way,” said Daladon and he tried to pull his tank top down his chest to reveal the golden S.
“It does.” Jaren’s fingers felt around Daladon’s chest until he felt an indentation on the right pec. Pressing down, Jaren immediately saw the blue fabric extend down Daladon’s belly. Sealing Daladon’s back and belly inside again like a onesie. The giant now blue orb started to hum and shrink away. Daladon moaned as his belly receded back into him.
Jaren held the rest of Daladon’s body in his arms as he transformed and shrank back down to a manageable size. His smaller friend’s body felt warm. Or maybe it was the singlet. Jaren could feel all the cum flowing from the emptying belly to the outfit like a battery was being charged. Even though Jaren had just cum, he could feel the energy reigniting his big balls.
“Mmm this feels incredible,” moaned Daladon. “Much better than just flushing it out of my system.” The ceiling and walls were no longer being eclipsed by the giant sphere. Daladon was relieved as the singlet reopened itself into a tank and booty shorts after it finished deflating him. “How’d you know about the stretchy function? And the juicing function? I just got this today and I didn’t even know about those.”
“I know a lot about these kinds of things. I’ll explain later,” said Jaren as he leaned down and kissed Daladon. Now that the crisis had been averted, Daladon saw that Jaren hadn’t shrunken back down to his original size. He must've been 12 feet tall still with how close his head still was to the ceiling sitting down. And his muscles, despite shrinking significantly from their hyper state before, were still making him a walking wall of mass.
“Yeah, you both have a lot to explain,” came a voice. Daladon and Jaren’s heads snapped to the doorway leading to the bar to see Siv filling it.
“We can fill you in on a bit.” Their heads snapped again to Kimlen and Bruce emerging from bedrooms down the hall.
Daladon and Jaren looked at them then back at each other. “We might’ve gotten a little carried away,” said Jaren with a blush.
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Midnight Snack
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Waking up after his C-PAP dies, the president of Alpha Sigma Zeta wakes up and needs a midnight snack. But he's in for many shocking sights when he finds all of his frat brothers missing from their rooms.
Warning: Contains Gay Themes, Muscle Growth, Pec Growth, Hyper Ass Growth, Hyper Cumflation, Hypnosis, Orgy, Mind Control, Himbofication, and Musk
Cole fished his phone out of his pocket and started walking down the hallway. His flashlight lit up the hallway and every door was wide open. Cole peered inside of Devon’s room to see an empty bed. “Psst, Dev, you up?” Cole walked into the abandoned room and shined his light all over the room. Even poking his head into Devon’s personal bathroom. “Maybe he needed a snack too.”
Cole’s stomach let out a gurgle as a smell floated through the air. He rubbed his robust belly, bringing the shirt up exposing his innie belly button. “I think somebody is cooking bacon.” Cole licked his lips and walked down the hall.
Looking into other rooms, he saw all of them were vacant of the frat brothers. “I told those guys, no parties tonight!” Grinding his teeth and tightening his fist, Cole stomped towards the stairs.
At the top steps, Cole could only spot a glimpse of a figure at the bottom of the stairs. “Who’s down there?!” Cole steadied himself on the railing as he made his way down. Getting closer and closer, Cole started to see details of the figure below. It was one of his frat brothers lying down on the stairs.
“Isaac!” shouted Cole as he reached for his friend, but he clutched his hand back when he moved the flashlight down to reveal the rest of Isaac’s body. His upper torso looked normal, but underneath was a belly bigger than a medicine ball. “What the fuck happened to you?” Cole hesitantly reached his hand out and touched his frat brother’s round belly.
“Mmm Big Daddy,” purred Isaac. He rolled over onto his side and his big belly jiggled like a water balloon would. Cole looked further down and now that Isaac had rolled over, he could see his giant bare ass. His former fat ass had blown up like there were two watermelons packed into his tight brown skin. As he shined the light down onto the thick cheeks, he could see a white liquid glistening in the light.
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Helpful and Preventative Stretches for Writers, Artists, and Gamers 💪🎨✍🎮
If you type, write, draw, game, or generally use your hands a lot (especially if you’re prone to RSI or Carpal Tunnel!) try these stretches as both a preventative measure, and on the spot relief. Take care of yourself and your body, friends!
Start with hands up, fingers stretched out. Stretch your thumb as far as you can over your palm. Hold and repeat 4 times.
Touch each finger to your thumb. Hold each for 30 seconds. Repeat on each hand 4 times.
Start with a fist. Open half way, hold for 2 seconds. Stretch fingers out, hold for 2 seconds. Repeat 4 times.
Start with one arm out, palm up. Pull your fingers back with your other hand. Hold for 10 seconds. Do the same with your other hand. Repeat 4 times
Start with arms up, palms out. Bend wrists down until you feel the stretch, but keep your fingers loose. Hold 10 seconds. Bend wrist upwards, until you feel it in your wrist and arm. Hold 10 seconds. Repeat 4 times.