The Bodyguards – 3 (Patreon)

They are already so much bigger – chapter 4 will be a game-changer 😏

Here's chapter 2 if you haven't read it yet

(This story contains Brothers, Muscle Growth, Pecs, Milking, Cock Growth, Balls Growth, Off-Season Mass, Inflation)

After lunch the next day, my helicopter touched down in the marina where my yacht was waiting. In theory, there was room for five passengers on the plane, but the machine seemed to be struggling a little bit under the weight of just me and my new bodyguards.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off of them. They looked bigger already.

They wore black suits I’d had custom-tailored to their measurements. Each garment was fitted to the millimeter and snug in all the right places, just how I liked it. But even I had to admit that the fit looked a little too snug between their legs. Who would have guessed how much meat these guys would pack on before they even started the job?

They looked uncomfortable. They couldn’t make it through the half-hour flight without rearranging their packages every couple minutes. Their massive arms awkwardly collided with each other every time they moved.

Still growing, huh?

Their beards looked darker today too. Damn, how much stuff had they taken?

A minute before we landed in the harbor, the brother sitting on the left couldn’t hold back anymore. His cock was getting rock-hard at record speed and it took most of his arms and hands to lean over and conceal it—and even then it was perfectly obvious. The fat snake swelled further and further down the inside of his already-tight pant leg, the outline of his cockhead becoming more distinct with every inch it grew. He was almost panting by the time we landed, but he made a valiant effort to keep up a professional façade.

I watched this little dance with a placid smile, letting them both see I wasn’t surprised.

“I know you’re big boys. Don’t worry,” I said, nodding at his raging hard-on. “It happens to everyone. Some of us just have a harder time hiding it. Keep it PG in front of the clients, but when it’s just us, don’t bother. When you’ve got it, flaunt it—that’s what I’m paying you for. I like to see what kind of return I’m getting on my investment.”

“All right, boss.”

“You got it, boss.”

The helicopter landed, and I was escorted to my yacht at the far end of the pier. The bodyguard with the hard-on was giving some trouble walking, given the tightness of his suit. I loved that it was day one and they were already fighting against their clothes.

The captain met us on board and we left for La Rochelle immediately.

What followed were three busy days of onboard wheeling and dealing: nonstop meetings, secret handshakes, and multimillion-dollar contracts. My guests were the biggest manufacturers of high-end silk on the west coast of France—whoever owned them basically owned high fashion in Paris for the upcoming season. I would be the one dictating the prices of every bolt of cloth.

At the end of three days, I was totally burned out, and I was happy to get back to the harbor at La Rochelle. My new bodyguards had done their job well. They flanked me during negotiations, making sure no one crossed me and intimidating my adversaries into giving me better deals. At night, while I slept, they hit up the gym, trading off so that one of them could always be in the room next to mine.

We used the days afterwards to make our way south to warmer waters, where we dropped anchor half a mile away from the coast. I sent everyone except for my bodyguards ashore so we had the yacht to ourselves for 48 hours.

“You guys can relax now, too. There’s no one else around. Better get out of those heavy suits before you melt.”

“Suits are all we have, boss.”

I smiled. “Check the changing room on the lido deck. There are bathing suits in your size.”

I waited for them in my deck chair, drink in hand, while they changed. I couldn’t get my mind off their recent gains. Their elegant suit jackets were looking tighter on them every single day—they were growing faster than I could have anticipated. I would have to have a doctor keep an eye on them, I thought, to make sure they weren’t injecting too much.

Before I could make the call to my personal physician, the brothers came up from below decks.

I pulled my sunglasses down. “Holy fuck.”

The two monumental men had not selected swimsuits in their own size. They wore the most ridiculous things in my whole collection: slim-fit black thongs that would have fit almost anyone else but them. The flimsy fabric was entirely overwhelmed by the flesh of their bulges. It was erupting from every side at once. Their bushes, the base of their horse cocks, both balls—all of them were partially visible. The fabric can’t have been comfortable, pulling so hard against their bulges and their masses of lower body muscle, but it looked like they enjoyed the kinky tightness of it.

When they got close I could actually hear the Speedos begging for mercy as they walked. Nothing was bouncing around. The fabric was designed to stretch to conform to their bodies, but it was just out of capacity. The bulges looked even bigger up close—if the goods hadn’t been already on display I would have thought they were trying to smuggle footballs in there.

“Thanks for the suits, boss.”

I put my sunglasses back on.

“I have to find you guys something bigger. Something that actually can accommodate a real man.”

“We actually like them a lot,” one of them grinned. He turned to show me his glutes, which had completely devoured the strings of his Speedo. His ass cheeks looked like they were made of marble. Apparently I had two Greek gods working for me.

“Ready to tan?” one of the brothers asked the other.

“Born ready.”

They grabbed the muscle oil from the table, and emptied most of the bottle before they’d gotten done with their chests. Soon, they had begun massaging each other’s bodies in big, slow passes. I wasn’t sure if they’d forgotten I was there, only a few meters away, or if this was a private performance just for me.

“It’s been only two days, but you’ve already made some decent gains, bro. Look at your tits,” one of them whispered.

He grabbed his brother’s pecs and began a deep tissue massage. The brother bit his lower lip. “Be careful. The boss.”

Both their gazes wandered downward, where their cocks were waking up. Veins appeared on the now-transparent fabric, and their monstrous penises swelled even bigger—even their balls looked suddenly fatter.

“Maybe a cool-down in the ocean?” I suggested aloud, before their Speedos could explode.

I had to repeat myself twice before they stopped teasing and wrestling each other on my deck—getting oil everywhere, shoving their football-sized packages into each other's faces. When they finally heard me, they nodded eagerly and leapt off the deck straight into the ocean.

“Wooh!”

“Fuck! It’s colder than I expected.”

“I lost my Speedo!”

“Mine ripped apart, haha!”

Twenty minutes later, I greeted them at the stern of the yacht with oversized towels, eager to see how they would handle the moment without their swimwear.

Their thick arms gripped the ladder at the water line, and they heaved themselves aboard. Their shoulders were pumped from the swim, the oil still glistening on their sun-kissed skin. Their cocks, now totally unencumbered, lay thick against their tree-trunk thighs. They tried to turn sideways to conceal their size from me, but it was impossible. They had gotten too big for that.

I did not say “wow!” or “Jesus Christ,” or “holy shit!” but it took tremendous focus not to. The sight was unbelievable. Their massive uncut appendages had grown another inch just from the stimulation of toweling down in the warm afternoon air.

“You guys are nuts,” I said, careful to keep my tone nonchalant. “Haven’t seen too many dicks bigger than yours. A few more inches and there won’t be anyone left in the world carrying more meat than you two.”

“Oh, we definitely wanna get bigger than this, boss.”

“Yeah, how much bigger do you need us, boss?” one of them said, daring me with his beautiful eyes.

I stepped closer. “As big as possible, always.” Their horse cocks were down to their knees now—down to my knees! “How big are you guys these days?”

They flexed their cocks for me, making them instantly even bigger and veinier. The two of them were almost too big to qualify as “stallions” now.

“We...don’t know exactly, boss. This has all been happening pretty fast.”

Leaning forward, I touched their massive logs for the first time—one in each hand. They were still wet from their swim, but glowing with an internal heat already. Their weight and heft surprised me—it was like holding two big soft soda bottles. I closed my fingers as far as I could around their cocks, and they both started to moan at the same time.

“Yeah, you both definitely need to be bigger,” I said. “I have industry contacts who work with guys twice your size.” I was lying, but their faces were dead serious.

“We will grow bigger, boss.”

“We promise.”

“Great. Come with me. I have a surprise for you two.”