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Ian slammed the locker shut, still furious over his recent encounter. He just wanted to get in his afternoon workout, not be ogled by some creep in the locker room. It was an off hour, so the crowd was sparse and he’d seen the man eyeing him as soon as he’d walked in. He tried to ignore it, but the stranger wasn’t making it easy. As soon as Ian had his shirt off the guy actually started making his way closer. Refusing to let himself be made uncomfortable, Ian kept casually undressing. Normally he exchanged one article of clothing for the next, swapping his work shirt for his tank top, his jeans for his gym shorts, and so on. He stayed at least mostly clothed that way. 

This time he decided to let it all show. It wasn’t as if he had any reason not to.  His build was natural and athletic, well muscled without crossing over into meathead territory.  Below the sharp, handsome features of his face, Ian’s chiseled, six foot frame clearly reflected his daily trips to the gym. His shoulders were broad and striated, leading to a set of burly arms with cantaloupe biceps and wide, sturdy wrists. The impressive arms and shoulders framed the granite mounds of his pecs, the light dusting of auburn hair accentuating rather than concealing their bulging, shapely appearance. Beneath the muscular shelf his waist tapered sharply, his stomach a bumpy patch of ripped abs with prominent obliques pointing directly to the stuffed bulge of his grey briefs. A solid, perky bubble filled out the back above the hairy, meaty quads and rocky calves that completed his envious build. 

“This isn’t a free show,” Ian had snapped. 

The man had moved to almost within arm’s reach, making no attempt at being subtle. He looked the fit young man slowly up and down with a wry grin on his weathered face. “In that case I’m willing to pay.”

Ian gave a humorless laugh, simultaneously showing off his big arms, tiny waist and stuffed briefs as he ran a hand over his buzzed, chestnut scalp. He still rummaged through his locker dismissively, refusing to turn towards the lecherous stranger. “Look, man, I’m not trying to be an asshole. I don’t care if you’re gay or not, I really don’t, but I’m not on the menu.”

The man sighed deeply then, his eyes burning into Ian’s exposed skin.  “Said the gazelle to the lion.”

That had been enough to finally get Ian’s full attention. He turned to face the other man, blushing despite himself at the stranger’s cocked head and amused expression.  The young jock became acutely aware of just how exposed he was. “So is this what gets you off? Harassing younger guys at the gym?” He reached down and grabbed the full pouch of his briefs, his upper arm inflating as he gave it a squeeze. “This is what you wanna see, right? Or is it this?” He turned and flexed his solid little bubble, his anger momentarily overriding his embarrassment. “Front or back? Or does it matter?”

“Both can be fun,” the man said with a casual wave of his hand. “So what’s the price for a peek?”

“Fuck you, dude.  You’re never gonna see either,” Ian spat, reaching into his locker and pulling out his gym shorts.  

The stranger watched the shiny polyester fabric slide up the young man’s comely legs, settling into place just below the elastic grey band of his briefs. “How about this...you can either show them to me, or you can show them to everyone. Your choice.”

It took Ian a moment to register the threat lurking beneath the man’s friendly tone. “What did you just say? What, did you take pictures of me in the shower or something?” He slammed the man into the lockers, holding him in place with a forearm to the chest. “What’s your fuckin’ problem, anyway? I  don’t even know you.”

The man’s smile had grown as he looked down at Ian’s bare, flexing torso inches from his own. “Everyone it is, then.  A bold choice.”  

Before Ian could respond the man reached up and placed a hand over the forearm pinning him to the wall, removing it with impossible ease. Veins throbbing and his every muscle flexing, Ian strained mightily to hold the man in place. It was a futile effort. The young man felt like his arm had been gripped by a hydraulic lift as it was effortlessly moved aside without the slightest sign of struggle on the stranger’s part.  Just before the man stepped away there’d been a flash, like that of a camera, and when Ian’s dazzled eyes cleared he found himself alone.  

He’d finished dressing and tried to put the strange experience out of his head while he completed his workout.  He kept looking over his shoulder the entire time, expecting to see the stranger watching him, but the man never reappeared.  

Ian’s anger didn’t disappear either as he fumed for the entire workout.  The young jock wasn’t used to feeling exposed and violated.  Someone with a greater sense of insight may have been able to stop and reflect on how the stranger had mirrored their own behavior.  In his twenty four years, Ian had certainly engaged in enough groping and objectifying of women, it just never occurred to him that he could someday be on the receiving end of such behavior.  He didn’t know how to process it.  

The loud slam still echoing in the locker room and his body still dripping with sweat, he grabbed his gym bag from the bench and stormed out.  

**********

Ian was still trying to process what happened when he got home.  He couldn’t get the man’s smiling face out of his head as he peeled out of his sweat-soaked clothes.  Normally he showered at the gym, but considering the circumstances he thought it better not to.  

“Fuckin’ creep,” he muttered, cranking his shower to life.  “Who the fuck does that guy think he is?  And where the fuck does he get off threatening me?”  Ian gave his ripped frame a quick once-over in the mirror, the man’s words bouncing around in his head.  He felt a strange thrill at the thought.  He wasn’t overly shy or modest.  He’d done his fair share of streaking and skinny dipping, and in the locker room after a game he didn’t hesitate to strip down and hit the showers with the guys.  Why would he?  He was handsome, built and hung.  

Flexing in the mirror, his long cock twitched.  Ian reached down absently and gave his girthy package a gentle squeeze, his hardening rod and plump, heavy balls filling his hand to capacity.  “Guy’d probably love to see this,” he sighed as he stepped under the warm stream, his aching rod reaching its full six inches.  He left it untouched, letting the pressure build while he slowly lathered up his sore muscles.  He’d always liked jerking off after an intense workout.  The pump from lifting combined with getting off was its own unique high.  He flexed against his groping hands, tweaking each tiny nipple as he palmed his muscular chest.  

“Mmmmm….” Ian moaned, finally reaching down to start working his throbbing cock.  He gasped at the intensity.  Even for a virile young man like himself, he was surprised at the sudden surge of lust.  His trim hips started rocking, slowly pumping the iron pole in and out of his tight grip.  Like the rest of his impressive body, Ian loved how firm and powerful it felt.  The slick organ was warm and pulsing in his hand, feeling strong and thick and big.  

“Wait...what…?”  Ian’s half-closed eyes quickly opened at that last thought.  His average sized cock really did feel big.  Too big.  “Jesus!”  Ian stumbled back against the tiled wall as if he could recoil from the rigid member between his legs.  Having always wished for a bigger dick, he wasn’t sure if he should be thrilled or terrified by the sight of the eight inch hose.  Not content to believe only his eyes, he closed a shaking hand back around it, marveling at the way it filled his grip and how more of it stuck out the end of his fist.  “Uh...oh...okay…” he laughed, picking up where he left off.  Even the hairy balls drawn up tight underneath felt larger as he roughly kneaded them until he blew like a shotgun all over the shower wall.  

“Fu...fuck me…” he panted, steadying himself from the overwhelming release.  He shut off the water and caught his breath while he toweled himself off, hefting his package in the process.  It hung thick and heavy between his ample thighs, surprisingly maintaining its length as it softened.  

Ian still couldn’t believe what he was seeing.  He’d always been a grower.  He wasn’t one of those guys who strutted around with a long banana swaying in front of him.  Or at least he hadn’t been until now.  He shook his hips, causing his lengthened cock to slap wildly back and forth.  “Creeper’d lose his shit over this,” Ian laughed, inspecting his altered appearance from a few angles.  There was a small voice in his brain telling him he should be more concerned, but it was drowned out by the rush of masculine pride that surged through him at the sight of his stuffed-to-capacity briefs.  He couldn’t decide what looked better; his thick hose snaking up and off to the side, or bulging out heavily in front.  He squirmed and adjusted the elastic, telling himself it was the extra weight up front that caused his briefs to feel tighter overall. 

“I gotta call Avery,” he muttered, taking one last look.  “I don’t wanna waste this.”  

**********

“Face it, stud.  This just isn’t your night.”  The blonde wall of muscle shook his head and laughed as a dejected Ian plopped down on the stool next to him at the bar.  He’d just watched his friend strike out for the fifth time in a row.  

“I don’t get it,” Ian sighed frustratedly, adjusting himself on the stool.  The handsome young hunk was the last person you’d expect to have difficulty landing a hook up, but from the minute they’d walked in, none of the women in the room would give him so much as a second look.  

Considering how eager he’d been to go out and show off his new equipment, it was more than a little disappointing.  So far that night, the only person who’d seen it was Avery when Ian whipped it out at the urinal next to him.  Out of the corner of his eye he’d seen his big friend take notice, but he was too distracted by it himself to gauge Avery’s reaction.  He wasn’t sure if it was just the light, but it looked even bigger than it had earlier.  

It definitely felt bigger in his pants.  Ian hadn’t been sure if the growth would be obvious when he’d pulled his fitted khakis on, but one look at the prominent lump behind his fly and he had his answer.  Like his briefs, he told himself the extra tightness was due to the growth between his legs.  He’d thought for sure it would up his game, but he’d clearly been wrong.  

Ian shot back the rest of his whiskey in one defeated gulp.  “Do you wanna go back to my place and just get drunk there?  This is starting to get frustrating.”  

Avery laughed and did the same with his, throwing a beefy arm over Ian’s shoulders.  They were the same height, but the brawny blonde was nearly twice as wide.  “You sure?  I could watch this all night.”  

“Fuck you,” Ian sighed, dropping his money on the bar and adjusting himself again when he stood.  

“Everything alright down there, you’ve been doing that all night,” Avery asked, raising a bushy eyebrow.  

“Uh, yeah, just sat down weird.”  

“Whatever you say,” the big man winked.  “You can take care of that when we get home,” he said, giving Ian’s ass a quick swat.  

Ian rolled his eyes and laughed, but something about the way Avery’s hand felt on his rear made him pause.  It was too quick to be sure, but it felt like there’d been more contact, and more give, than there should have been.  

Avery noticed too, his hand lingering to give a squeeze.  “Damn, dude, you been hittin’ the squats?” 

“Hey! Knock it off,” Ian blushed, pulling away.  Now that someone else had mentioned it, he couldn’t think about anything else on the walk back to his apartment.  He checked himself out in every window they passed, his stomach dropping at the larger bubble he saw his reflection lugging around.  Instead of firm, perky mounds, the back of his pants were pushed out by thick, round globes that he saw bounce and shift slightly with each step.  To anyone else it wouldn’t have appeared odd, but to someone with his obsessive dedication to keeping his body proportional, the growth stood out like it was on fire.  

The rest of his body looked unchanged.  His skin-tight polo clung to the same bulging pecs and stretched around the same large biceps, hanging loose around the same tight stomach.  Only now, the bottom of the shirt rested on top of the back of his pants as they pushed outwards.  

“I can’t believe I struck out that hard,” Ian whined as they entered his apartment.  He kicked his shoes off and peeled out of the tight polo as he headed for his room, eager to get into more comfortable clothes.  

Avery shrugged his broad shoulders and followed.  “So you had an off night...it happens.”  He dropped to the edge of Ian’s bed, the mattress groaning under his weight.  

“Yeah, but not to me,” Ian laughed, unzipping the fly of his increasingly tight pants.  “I haven’t flamed out...like...that...” he trailed off when he undid the button and a massive lump of straining grey fabric flopped free through the open fly.  The pressure relief was immediate, even more so when he felt the back slip down.  

“Fuck!  What the fuck?!”  Avery’s shocked expression mirrored that of his friend’s.  He suddenly understood why the other man had been adjusting his pants all night as the pouch of Ian’s briefs was filled beyond capacity.  A massive cock stretched the grey fabric outwards so far his friend’s large, hairy balls spilled free out the sides.  “How did you...I mean you’re…” the blonde giant stuttered, his eyes darting back and forth between the colossal package spilling out the front and the large, round cheeks escaping in the back.  

Ian’s fears were confirmed when he looked in the mirror and saw his perky bubble had inflated significantly, leaving the tops and sides of his plump cheeks exposed.  His stomach flipped upside down when he reached back and palmed one, his fingers biting into soft, yielding flesh.  Flexing, he could feel the muscle was still present, only now it hid under a supple layer.  “Dude...I don’t know what’s happening…” he croaked.  

“When the fuck did your dick get so big?  And what the fuck happened to your ass?”  The burly blonde blinked rapidly, as if it would clear away the changes to his friend.  

“I don’t know.  I don’t know!  I thought my junk seemed bigger when I got home from the gym but I didn’t really think it was anything.  Why would I?  How the fuck does this even happen?!”  He reached down and hefted his stuffed bulge, his eyes going wide.  

“What about back here,” Avery asked, squeezing one of the jiggling globes.  

Ian gasped and blushed, but didn’t pull away.  “It was fine.  I think?  Fuck, dude, I don’t know!”  

The blonde giant palmed his friend’s inflated rear, absently kneading the squishy cheek like it was a lump of dough.   Ian could only stand in stunned silence, equally shocked by his body’s reaction as its appearance.  As soon as Avery’s hand connected with his skin, a shudder had run through him.  His massive tool was twitching already, something he was entirely unable to cover.  “Whoa...look at that thing go,” Avery laughed as Ian’s tented bulge stretched, jumped, and then finally gave up, the solid organ springing free above the elastic waistband.  

“AAAhhhh!”  Ian actually shrieked at the sight, feeling a surge of fear instead of the pride he’d experienced earlier.  The throbbing club was at least a foot long, and nearly as thick around as his wrist.  He wasn’t impressively hung; he was freakish.  His sculpted chest heaved as he stared down at the bulbous head pointing up at him from the elastic band holding it in place.  It was impossibly large.  He was suddenly grateful that he’d struck out at the bar because there was no way he was putting the pulsing beast inside anyone.  “How is this even...that’s not...possible…” he panted breathlessly.  His heart was a hummingbird in his chest as he tried to piece together what was happening.  

“Clearly it is,” Avery said absently as he stared at the exposed monster.  “No fuckin’ idea how, but either we’re both going crazy or you really are hung like a horse.  Does it hurt?”  

Ian shook his head.  “No...I didn’t even feel it growing, dude.  Other than my pants getting tight it feels perfectly normuuuhhh….” he let out an unintentional groan when he finally forced himself to touch it.  Just the sensation of his tentative fingers brushing the thick shaft made his knees buckle.  His face was crimson as he looked over at his friend.  “It’s, uh, sensitive.”  

Avery only grinned, a faraway look in his eyes.  “What about this?”  He bounced each of the inflated globes before hooking his fingers in the elastic and pulling the ill-fitting briefs down.  His friend’s quick gasp made him feel strangely aroused, the sight of the naked man suddenly filling him with confusingly familiar desires.  

“Sa...same…really sensitive,” Ian stammered, equally confused.  He was absolutely horrified by his changing body, and entirely humiliated at having it on display for his friend.  But at the same time he felt a growing contentment knowing that Avery was staring at him.  More than staring, he was thrilled to know that his friend liked what he saw.  “Avery...dude...what’re you doing…” he asked as his friend’s free hand started kneading his own hardening cock through his shorts.  

The beefy blonde licked his lips, grinning bashfully.  “I don’t know, man.  This is gonna sound really weird but this ass of yours is turnin’ me on.  Hard.”  

Ian hated the blissful fluttering that erupted in his stomach.  “Since when do you…” 

“I don’t,” Avery said quickly, “you know that.  Still...this is…” he gave Ian’s ass a rough swat, mesmerized by the bouncing ripples.  

“What about this,” Ian said, turning his aching, foot-long pole towards his friend.  

“What about it?  It’s impressive,” Avery said, reaching up to grip the thick hose, “but there’s not a whole lot you can do with it.”  

Ian was terror struck, even through the blissful sensations of Avery’s rough palm on his sensitive monster.  His friend was right.  Not only was his obscene cock too large to put inside someone, he doubted there was a mouth alive that could stretch far enough to wrap around the giant head.  It was slowly starting to dawn on him that unless he could fix this, not only was he going to be stuck with a package he couldn’t hide, he was going to be stuck with a package that was useless for anything other than show.  “What….what do we do…?”  

Avery was too busy inspecting the beastly cock to respond.  It didn’t turn him on the way Ian’s plump rear did, but it was still fascinating.  He’d never seen anything like it, and something about his friend’s exposed state in general was pressing buttons he didn’t know he had.  “I mean, what do you usually do when you’re naked and hard,” he finally said.  

“What?!  I’m not...now’s not the time to..ooooooohhhh!”  Ian sagged when Avery leaned over and ran his tongue around the edge of his oozing head, his other hand palming his heavy balls.  

“Fuck, man...these things are like oranges,” the blonde laughed, running a thumb through the growing ooze and lubing Ian’s fat tip with it.  “Got the juice and everything.”  

“FFFFuuuuuucccckkkkk,” Ian groaned and spasmed, sagging against the bed from the overwhelming intensity of Avery’s manhandling.  

“Holy shit, dude, I think they’re still getting bigger.  Do that again.”  The blonde got up and helped Ian to his feet, only to let him fall to his knees on the bed again, his cheeks twerking with the impact.  “Fuck me, man.  They are!  They’re like soccer balls back here.”  He reached down and bounced them up and down, the inflated cheeks gaining a larger range of motion as they piled on the excess flesh.  

“Dude...don’t...I’m gonna…” Ian whimpered on the bed.  His footlong monster was wedged between him and the mattress, the slightest squirming on his part sending lightning bolts of pleasure through him.  The extra weight of his bouncing new rear was enough to cause his hips to rock, working the huge organ back and forth between him and the bed.  

“OOOOHHHHHHHH!” He screamed without warning, the pulsing volcano erupting a geyser of cum all over his face.  It sprayed like a hydrant, soaking the sheets.  “Guh...god...damnit…” he panted, rolling over to stare up at his friend.  The sensation of such a large organ softening between his legs was disorienting, even more so as it draped over a thigh like a piece of rope.  He lifted his head to gawk down at it when he’d finally caught his breath, a fresh wave of horror washing over him.  

Like when he’d jerked off in the shower, the softening beast didn’t lose any of its length.  Where it had softened to eight inches before, now he was left with a limp, foot long forearm dangling almost to his knees in front of a pair of orange sized balls.  “Fuck!  Fuck!” he squealed, forcing himself upright and wincing at the way his inflating cheeks squished beneath him.  

“What?”  Avery seemed surprised by Ian’s terror.  “That was a hell of a blast you just shot…” 

“Not that,” the panicked stud interrupted.  “THAT.  Look...it’s fuckin’ bigger than it was!  What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?!  It reaches to my goddamn knees!”  

The meaty blonde gave a drunken laugh, reaching out to heft the floppy snake sprouting from his friend’s abdomen. “Oh shit...you’re right.”  

Ian hissed and arched his back, falling flat onto the bed and clutching the sheets. “Duuunnnhhh….don’t...don’t do that,” he begged, his inflated cock already throbbing again.  He searched his friends full, flushed face for any sign of the shock he knew should be there, but all he found was a glassy-eyed, amused grin. 

“Sorry,” Avery said, letting the impossible organ fall with a loud slap. “It’s just….damn.”

Ian tried to will the rushing blood away from his cock as he struggled back upright. The lustful smirk on his friend’s face was driving him crazy.  All he could think about was how much bigger he was than the burly man’s fat, six inches. There was a part of his brain that was yelling at him to get up and rush to the hospital, but he couldn’t act on it. As soon as the thought started to solidify into action it vanished, leaving him unsure what he’d just been thinking about.  “Okay...okay...I can figure this out…” he stammered, scooting to the edge of the bed. He dreaded the thought of standing. Just inching towards the side had been enough for him to feel the excess flesh on his rear squishing and moving. If it had grown like his dick, he was in for trouble. 

He felt it as soon as he stood. There was a noticeable shifting of weight as his curvy, jutting cheeks bounced into place. He didn’t know what was worse, the feeling of the supple globes pressing against each other or the strange sensation of his bulbous cock brushing against the bottom of his thigh. 

“Oh...oh god…” he gasped, looking at his twisted reflection in the mirror. His sculpted upper body was unchanged, as were the majority of his sturdy legs, but his waist was freakishly unrecognizable. What should have been a firm, perky little rear now looked like two basketballs had been glued to his lower back. They stuck out like a shelf and seemed to press around his thighs, giving his tapering torso an almost hourglass figure. 

The slightest movement set them into perpetual motion. Each step caused the hairy sacks to shift and sway like they were filled with water, throwing his balance off even more than his monstrous cock already did. It was inescapable. Between his massive new globes and his grapefruit balls, he found parts of himself rubbing together in ways they never had before.  

It was all the more horrifying in how good it felt. The swaying and the bouncing and the rubbing sent little jolts of pleasure through him, leaving his mammoth organ semi hard and throbbing. 

“I’m a goddamn freak…” he whispered, finally turning away from his reflection. 

Avery clearly didn’t think so. Ian had been so caught up in his altered appearance that he hadn’t noticed his friend slipping out of his pants behind him. When he turned from the mirror he found his friend standing naked from the waist down, his thick, girthy cock rigid and throbbing in a meaty fist. Normally Avery’s stout rod seemed powerful and large, but for the first time the big man loedok small and diminutive by comparison. 

They didn’t say anything else. They didn’t need to. There was a moment of hesitation as they stared at each other, a game of chicken to see who would cross the line first. Ian’s cock rocketed to attention as soon as he saw his friend’s bare lower half, but it was Avery who blinked first. 

In a blur of motion Ian was swept up in his arms and deposited back onto the bed. He groaned and squirmed as his new third arm was wedged between them, the enlarged head reaching the bottom of his bulging pecs while Avery peeled out of his shirt.  The sensation of his friend’s thick, furry torso working the length of the massive shaft while they kissed was electric.  The pleasure was so overwhelming it never occurred to Ian to question his sudden interest in men. The way his body was responding, the thought of his sex life with women seemed pitiful by comparison. He couldn’t fit his inflated equipment inside someone anyway, and, as he was quickly discovering, he didn’t want to. 

As he writhed in Avery’s burly arms, Ian felt an increasing pressure, an aching need, coming from his ample rear. Each time he felt Avery’s small-by-comparison cock stab against his own, that pressure grew. It continued to mount until he was desperately digging his fingers into the other man’s broad back, the words fighting their way to his lips. 

“Dude...fuck...I want you…” he panted, his begging eyes locked onto his friend’s.  Avery just grinned and flipped him over, already knowing where he was headed. 

Ian purred and buried his blushing face against the bed, humiliated and eager by what was about to happen. He wriggled his torso, working the pulsing pole between his firm pecs and the bed, while Avery slid down. He felt his friends rough hands on his cheeks just before he saw stars. 

“WwhhhhOOOOOAAAA!” Ian’s screaming voice cracked as Avery spread his pillowy cheeks as much as he could and buried his face between them. The combination of the other man’s stubbled face and strong tongue nearly caused him to black out. Like his inflated cock, the extra skin was hypersensitive, the slightest touch making him groan. 

He lost track of everything, floating in a blissful haze while his friend ate out the mammoth cakes for what seemed like hours. He lay with his groaning mouth open, his eyes half-closed, feeling like his body was melting as Avery’s huge, strong hands kneaded his supple mounds. He was only dimly aware when the other man’s bulky frame draped over top of him and his friend’s fat cock worked its way in, the pleasure all merging into one glorious, all encompassing sensation. 

He’d already cum twice. As soon as he felt his cheeks start slapping from the force of the big man’s thrusting, he’d blown all over his chest and face.  He was still aware enough to feel a stab of horror at the thought of how big he’d be when this was all over, but it was short lived as he came a second time, his vision blurring. Feeling safe and content under the weight of his friend he drifted off to the rhythmic sound of Avery’s forceful pounding. 

**********

“Mmmm….” Ian stirred, yawning and blinking his eyes against the bright morning sun streaming in through the window. He stretched his muscled frame on the bed, his obscene endowment nearly knocking the sheets free. It wasn’t “morning wood” as much as it was “a morning tree.” 

He yawned again and tossed the sheets aside, shuddering pleasantly as he ran his hands up and down the broad shaft.  In the weeks since his initial change he’d finally stopped growing, topping out at a hard seventeen inches.  Soft, he hung between twelve and thirteen, still as thick around as his wrist either way, with a set of balls the size of plump grapefruits.  

He sat up, wrapping his arms around his tight waist to work the long rod against him while he bent down and ran his tongue around the outside of the fist-sized head.  His initial fears were correct in that getting blown was now a thing of the past, but he’d quickly come to enjoy his new set up.  The disgust he felt the first time he gave his impossible head a tongue bath didn’t last beyond the earth-shaking eruption that happened a few moments later.  Hugging the colossal organ against his sculpted torso while he went at the huge tip was better than the best oral he’d ever received anyway.  

And there were other places he wanted people to use their mouths.  Ever since that first night with Avery, all he wanted was to have a man’s face buried between his mountainous cheeks.  The plump mounds had continued to grow and grow, settling in at the size pumpkins.  They were unnaturally large, stretching even the limits of what would be possible with surgery. He had the chiseled, athletic body of a crossfit pro, with an ass bigger than the largest twerk queen could dream of.  

It certainly made getting dressed a challenge.  Underwear was forever out of the question, as were all of his existing pants.  Even the ones he’d had custom tailored left nothing to the imagination.  There was no way he could ever hide his shifting, bouncing trunk, and though he could have the crotch made loose enough to conceal his heavy balls, his fat hose was perpetually visible snaking down towards his knee.   He’d taken to wearing sweat and track pants as much as possible, but they only accentuated his unnatural endowment as it flopped and swung against them as he walked.  His only options when it came to shorts were baggy basketball shorts, which he had to buy two sizes larger than normal to fit around his sizeable rear.  Tying the drawstrings as tight as they’d go still left the baggy garments riding low on his trim hips, just above the base of his girthy hose, but Ian was happy for the extra inches of coverage.  As it was, his dangling monster nearly hung out the bottom.  If he forgot and wore them out in public, sitting was out of the question.  It was bad enough when he wore them at home around the guys and his third arm snaked out through one of the legs.   

Despite his constant embarrassment, Ian found that he couldn’t hide himself.  More than that, he didn’t really want to.  He was perpetually aware of the gawking stares he received in public, and while there was always a stab of humiliation, there was a larger sense of satisfaction.  Whether they were looks of shock, lust, envy or disgust, he craved them.  It was like he needed to be seen.  Instead of burrowing into his apartment and never leaving, he was constantly out and about, showing off his altered appearance as much as he could.  

He’d become a local legend at the gym.  Guys actually came just to get a peek of him strutting around naked in the locker room after watching his flopping hose and billowing cheeks out on the floor.  Part of it was the instinctual, freakshow curiosity, but watching the muscled stud lathering his improbable body in the shower, more than a few otherwise straight men found themselves filled with strange new desires.  

That suited Ian just fine.  Since that first night, he hadn’t given women a second thought.  Like the need for attention, he craved masculinity.  It didn’t matter what the other guy looked like, he just needed men.  Short, tall, fat, thin; he wanted to be around them, seen by them, touched by them.  And they wanted the same.  Instead of losing his circle of friends, it had grown.  The guys had been shocked at first, but now they didn’t bat an eye to look over and see a rigid cyclops staring at them from between Ian’s legs.  It’s what most of them wanted since it usually meant they’d soon have their face buried between the other man’s supple, hairy mountains.  

Once the initial shock had worn off, Ian eventually tied things back to his encounter with the stranger that day in the locker room.  Somehow, he knew the man had done something to him.  “Show them to me or everyone else,” he’d said, and that was certainly the case now.  Even Ian’s taunt of “this isn’t a free show” had come true as he’d taken to posting pictures and videos online.  His boss hadn’t been thrilled to have an employee flashing their monster cock around the office, but even quitting his job had worked out.  Ian was making more from his website than he ever would have from his entry level accounting job.  

“I would have helped you with that, you know.”  

Ian lifted his face from his oozing head and blushed when he saw Avery’s naked, dripping body standing in the doorway, a towel slung over his broad shoulder.  There was a quick rush of embarrassment at the thought of his friend catching him licking and stroking his own giant cock, but it passed when he looked the beefy blonde’s muscular body up and down.  “Sorry, I thought you’d already be gone for the day.  Wanna finish it off?”  

Avery grinned and grabbed his twitching package, but shook his head.  “I’d love to, but I don’t have time for another shower.  Don’t let me stop you, though.”  

Ian sighed as the big man came over and gently rubbed his back as he picked up where he left off.  Knowing that he was working his freakish body under his friend’s lustful gaze pushed him to the edge.  He gasped and tensed just as Avery’s towel landed on top of his pulsing beast.  “HHhnnngggguuuuhhhhh….” Ian grunted and leaned back against the other man’s hand, pumping out load after load until the towel was soaked.  “Good...good call…” he panted when it was done.  

“Didn’t want you to make a huge mess.  At least not til I get back tonight,” Avery laughed, leaning down and giving Ian a quick peck on the top of his head.  Since that first night, their years of friendship had turned into something else altogether.  The two formerly straight jocks had a hard time calling it love, but they were happiest with each other in their arms.  “You got plans today?”  

Ian shook his head, watching intently as Avery slid a pair of boxers up his meaty thighs.  “Just the gym, then maybe a few videos.  You still said you’d be in one with me, remember?”  Ian laughed when Avery’s brawny body went beet red.  “Dude, you’ll be a star.  You’re fuckin’ hot, man.  Plus everyone will love you being bigger than me but still smaller,” he said, nodding towards Avery’s bulging briefs.  

“Hey, it’s not small,” the big man said defensively.  

“Awww, don’t be sad...I think the little guy is juuuuust right.”  

“Fuck you,” Avery laughed, giving Ian the finger as he finished getting dressed.  

Ian tossed the sopping towel onto the floor and stretched out on the bed, his cock flopped up onto his torso.  “Right.  On camera.  That’s the plan.  I promise it won’t look small in my mouth,” he winked.  

“You’re not going to let this drop, are you,” Avery sighed, adjusting the tie that nestled between his bulging pecs.  “Fine.  But I might need to get drunk first.”  

“Whatever it takes,” Ian whispered seductively, his limp monster falling off to the side as he sat up to meet Avery’s lips.  He gave the other man’s large, solid ass a squeeze and pulled away.  “Alright, you gotta go or we’re gonna be here all day and I didn’t sign up to be a sugar daddy.”  

The blonde smiled and snuck in one last peck.  “It’s not like you can’t afford it.”  

Ian laid back down, folding his sculpted arms behind his head.  “Hey, we can talk about it.  I’m not opposed to the idea of you as my house husband….running around in some little underwear, doing the cooking and the cleaning.  Sounds pretty good, actually.”  

Avery blushed as he pictured his thick frame in tiny briefs instead of boxers, flitting around the house.  The twitching in his pants betrayed him.  “I’m better at eating than cooking,” he said as he turned to leave.  

“Don’t I know it,” Ian sighed as he watched his friend’s broad body disappear through the door, his plump rear tingling at the thought.