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Eros

Come, embrace me.  I will shape the world as ye will.  Never more shall ye want for food or warmth, nor shall ye want for power.  Come, embrace my flame, and this world will be made for ye…

Before it all started Jack was in many ways normal.  He was of average height and average weight.  His build was, by any definition, average.  It was not defined, nor was it disturbingly skinny.  His shoulders were normal, proportionate, and his gait was even.

Of course, he had his defining traits.  His hair was dark and thick and very long, and it was at odds with the masculine cut of his jaw.  The most defining trait he had by far was the color and depth of his eyes.  He had brown eyes that possessed natural intelligence and an impish gleam.

Some considered him cute, but many overlooked him.  He wasn’t very social.  Sometimes he was too smart and too stubborn.  In school he was restless, and his teachers couldn’t manage him.  His parents didn’t know how to correct it.  It was his will; he was too strong to reign in.  So he dropped out of high school and became a recluse inside of his own home.

Years passed after this, and by the time he was twenty-one, his life was going nowhere.  His parents were unsure of what to do with him.  They were disappointed in him, and he was disappointed in himself.  So he wallowed and felt guilty, hiding in his room.  He was lonely, listless, and wasting away, without friends, without a future, and without a hope.

This, like all things in life was subject to change though, and at mid-summer it did.  It all started with a strange dream.  In the dream he stood shroud in swirling pink smoke.  A thin figure stood straight and tall in the distance.

It came to Jack, and even as it closed distance it was ill-defined.  It spoke to him in a dream language that sounded both foreign and familiar.  It said strange things with a voice that was high and with a tone that was divine.

Then it leaned in and kissed him gently on the forehead.  The kiss was simple, but lingering, and in its wake, Jack felt warm all over.  The words were lost upon waking, but the intention remained.  Jack understood that he made a promise, or perhaps a contract, and that very soon everything would change.

After that dream everything was different.  Not only did Jack feel balanced and refreshed, but the world seemed literally brighter to him.  Possibilities now seemed endless, and every decision was ripe with potential.

Most of all, he felt virile, which was a strange feeling for him.  Depression had ruined Jack’s sex-drive, turning him nearly nonsexual. It left him empty, hollow.  This hadn’t bothered him before, as it had never occurred to him.  The dream changed that too.  It left him longing for intimacy and didn’t allow him to discriminate the source.

His stomach flittered whenever his younger sister, Jessica, came dancing into his room wearing a low-cut top.  He gazed unabashedly at her seemingly bottomless cleavage, and he thought of things very unfit for a brother to think.

The allure of his mother’s breasts became too much as well.  His crotch swelled and cramped whenever she wore her sports bras to exercise.  The way her stomach flexed as she worked her body often forced him to find guilty relief in the privacy of his bedroom, which lead to another source for concern.

Before the dream Jack’s penis was like the rest of him: average.  It was seven inches long, a decent thickness, and had a slight curve.  The dream left him with a completely different sort of monster.  Even limp it was enormous, much larger than before, and it was thick, too.  The curve had been straightened out as well.

When erect he was gargantuan, measuring about a foot long and thicker than his wrist.     It was steel hard, too, and often required a spare thirty minutes and both hands to bring to orgasm.  His balls, which were fairly large before, had grown nearly three times as large, and his every orgasm was voluminous and always left mess.

He first found this new cock the morning after the dream.  It was painfully swollen when he woke up.  At first it frightened him, but upon touching it he felt the most incredible pleasure.  This pleasure seduced him and forced him to coax his new cock into mind-melting rapture.

This wasn’t the first time Jack had masturbated.  In high school he could hardly go an hour without touching himself.  Dropping out had taken that from him though.  Familiarity killed the taboo, and the activity lost its allure.   This new cock and the orgasms it had brought it all back.

These weren’t all of the changes Jack experienced though.  Some were more subtle.  He noticed them after catching a glimpse of his mother and his older sister, Julie, working out together, which had led to a rather vigorous masturbation session and then a thorough shower.

After his shower Jack glimpsed himself in the mirror and was awed by his own appearance.  All in all, he looked the same, save for the incredible dimensions of his new cock and balls.  It wasn’t something that he could explain though.  There was just something about his posture, perhaps, or something about his presence.  He looked confident, sensual, and more than human.

His lustful appetite worried him though, and after weeks of obsessive fondling he vowed to stop masturbating.  He couldn’t hide the activity anymore.  On average he was doing it five times a day, and his stamina was growing each time.  The messes me made was burning him through clean clothes, clean towels, and in desperate situations tissues and toilet paper.  His room reeked of his sins.

What really prompted the vow was the changes in his family’s behavior though.  His mother, who was self-centered by nature, became more accommodating.  She had started making him dinner and offered to do his laundry.  At first, he had taken advantage, but one day he caught her smelling his unwashed boxers and changed his mind.

His sisters had changed as well.  Julie, his older sister, had spent the weeks leading up to college hanging around the house and his room in particular.  She often did his chores for him, as if to win his favor, and was always willing to shuttle him around town whenever he asked.

His younger sister, Jessica, had always been close to him.  This made the change in her most outrageous.  She wore figure hugging clothes that revealed more flesh than he was comfortable with.  Hugs between them now lingered, and he found her always waiting whenever he got out of the shower, as if hoping to peek at him.

His father and half-brothers behaved strangely toward him.  They were quiet in his presence and demure.  If they could, they often avoided speaking to him altogether.  Sometimes it felt like Jack was lord of the house.

At first Jack didn’t know what to make of any of it.  He had simply let it be.  The dream, whatever it did, had brought new energy to him, and so he considered it a blessing of sorts.  He didn’t know how to bring these changes up his family anyway, so he kept it to himself.

Vow made, he looked forward to whatever the future would bring.  What he didn’t know was how drastically things would change before it was all over.