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EscribĂ esta historia rápida, sencilla y corta. La intenciĂłn era enfocar la historia desde el punto de vista del deterioro del alfa. Contiene comparaciĂłn de tamaño, cambio de roles, cambios fĂsicos, escena de humillaciĂłn (suave) y m/m. Espero les guste. YA NO ERES EL ALPHA, GORDITO PARTE 1. Cerveza, papas fritas con cheddar, frituras, tacos, snacks… varias personas te venĂan diciendo que podrĂas ponerte gordo si continuabas descuidando tus hábitos alimenticios. Pero tu, desestimadas aquellos comentarios y te reĂas, estabas muy confiado en que tu metabolismo podrĂa seguir resolviendolo muy bien. Pero esos descuidos reiterados una y otra vez, empezaron a hacer evidenciar las primeras consecuencias. Estabas equivocado si creĂŤas que tu metabolismo seguĂa siendo el mismo de cuando tenĂas 20 años. Bueno, quizá un kilito mas ni se notarĂa. Y una noche, tu cabeza hizo el click. Estabas llegando tarde a una cita que habĂas conseguido con esas aplicaciones del telĂ©fono, con una hermosa mujer blonda, de sensuales y prominentes curvas tal como te encantaban. Te duchaste, te perfumaste proyectando en tener una gran noche Ăntima. Pero un percance que no estaba en tu radar te demorĂł unos cuantos minutos. ¡Pero que pasaba con ese maldito cierre?! Estuviste luchando con la cremallera de ese jean favorito que te tanto te gustaba, y que guardabas para ocasiones especiales. A duras penas podĂa contener tu piernas un poco regordetas. Y la camisa, ya no marcaba esos musculosos, esos brazos fuertes y tonificados, ni esa espalda en V que volvĂa locas a las muchachas en la universidad cuando te veĂan pasar por el pasillo. Pero tu ego, tu excesivo ego, te cegĂł del problema. La cena en el restaurant con la mujer fue positiva, pero el problema surgiĂł al momento de intimar, cuando te quitaste la ropa. Ella no pudo ocultar su cara de desaprobaciĂłn, y fue duramente sincera. El muchacho que tenĂa enfrente no coincidĂa con exactitud al muchacho de la foto que mostraba el perfil de la aplicaciĂłn, y te lo hizo saber: “No eres lo que esperaba. Te ves.. gordito, y yo me esperaba un hombro musculoso y marcado. No te ofendas, pero no eres mi tipo” Ella se vistiĂł rápidamente, saliĂł a la calle y se tomĂł el primer taxi que pasĂł. Aquel comentario perforĂł tan hondo en tus entrañas que desdibujĂł por completo a tu sonrisa arrogante. Apenas se fue, te acercaste al espejo mas cercano y ahĂ te diste de cuenta de eso. Aquel kilito insignificante que habĂas minimizado en su momento, ya no era uno… ni eran dos, ni tres. Eran mucho mas. No lo habĂas querido ver, pero tu cuerpo, tu templo sagrado motivo de orgullo… se venĂa derrumbando, y tu exceso de confianza no te lo estaba dejando ver. Flexionaste, y donde hubo abdominales marcados, ahora solo habĂa una barriga en su lugar. Poco quedaba de aquel muchacho fornido y musculoso veinteañero. Confundido y alarmado, te seguiste mirando y tocando tu cuerpo frente al espejo como si fuese uno ajeno. Tus pectorales ya no tenĂan la firmeza de antes, ahora estaban blando recubiertos por una pequeña capa de grasa.. y tus brazos ya no tenĂan aquel aspecto voluminoso y a la vez fuerte, que tanto te gustaba presumir cuando eras el capitán del equipo de rugby en la universidad. Por unos momentos, sentiste como si el mundo se derrumbara. Te desplomaste en el sillĂłn. Te pusiste a hacer zapping para olvidar el mal momento, y en cuanto tu estomago gruñó de hambre, te levantaste para ir a la cocina. Abriste la puerta del refrigerador y solo habĂa algunas botellas de cerveza, unos tacos que habĂan quedado del mediodĂa, un sandwich.. pero nada de verduras. No importa, tenĂas hambre y no estabas de humor, asi que te lo llevaste contigo. Y al pasar por la sala, te detuviste en un estante negro del que colgaban tus medallas y trofeos, tus logros deportivos universitarios, y junto a todo eso, tambiĂ©n habia una foto que retrataba los tiempos de aquel muchacho que supo ser un alfa. Te recostaste en el sillĂłn a calmar tu apetito con ese taco, y mientras tragabas mas mirabas esa foto, y mas momentos recordabas de aquella Ă©poca. Finalmente parecĂas estar digiriendo la realidad; estabas fuera de forma con algunos kilos de mas y es que en efecto, aunque no habĂas cambiado nada en tus hábitos, tu metabolismo ya no era el mismo a tus 35 años, que cuando tenias 18. Abruptamente, despegaste tu cola del sillĂłn y proclamaste firmemente en que desde mañana mismo comenzarĂas el gimnasio para resurgir como el alfa que supiste ser años atrás. Y en la mañana misma, lo primero que hiciste despuĂ©s de un saludable y proteico desayuno con huevos, fue ir hasta el Mall para comprar ropa deportiva. Preferiste un talle adicional para disimular esos kilitos de mas en el gimnasio, ya habrĂa tiempo de usar mas adelante musculosas ajustadas. Pero primero, querĂas perder esos kilos de mas, aplanar el vientre y recuperar algo de la masa muscular perdida. La operaciĂłn “el resurgimiento del ave FĂ©nix” estaba comenzando. PARTE 2 TenĂas todo listo; la vestimenta, el bolso con toalla y ropa limpia, la botella de agua, y la actitud. La secretaria en la entrada te entregĂł la tarjeta para ingresar y amablemente te indicĂł que sigas derecho por el pasillo, donde estarĂa el instructor para darte la ficha personal. Mientras atravesabas por la sala de musculaciĂłn, se te vino a la cabeza aquella Ă©poca universitaria en la que pasabas tus horas libres entrenando en el gimnasio, cargando pesos pesados y llamando naturalmente la atenciĂłn de los otros muchachos, que te veĂan con cierta envidia. Amabas quitarte la camiseta para presumir tus mĂşsculos y lograr que todas las miradas se dirijan hacia ti, pero ahora, ahora no sentĂas aquella confianza. Miraste alrededor, y en un rincĂłn encontraste a alguien de espalda, en cuya polo podĂa leerse “gym monitor”. Tampoco hubiese sido muy difĂcil identificarlo con esa tremenda espalda ancha que claramente destacaba. Te paraste detrás de Ă©l y lanzaste un tĂmido saludo, pero el instructor no advirtiĂł tu presencia. Estaba sentado, ocupado coqueteando con dos chicas de curvas sensuales que estaban divirtiendose tocando los gruesos biceps del muchacho. Volviste a intentarlo, y esta vez con un volumen mas alto y tocándole el hombro. “Hola, soy nuevo. La secretaria me dijo que usted me darĂa la ficha pers…” “Bueno, sigan entrenando, hermosas.. seguiremos luego” y con un guiño de ojo las dejĂł delirando en llamas. El muchacho se puso de pie, elevando su magnifico torso hacia arriba y se girĂł con fastidio tras verse interrumpido su coqueteo. Tu cara quedĂł en shock en cuanto viste ese rostro, con esa barba masculina, prolija, y el tamaño de ese hombre. Era media cabeza mas alto que tu, asĂ que posiblemente estĂ© bordeando el metro noventa cinco. Él inclinĂł su cabeza y extendiĂł su mano para saludar. “Si, ya te alcanzo una ficha. Soy Alan. Alan Ruiz” dijo con voz de macho Y apenas escuchaste ese nombre, tu rostro se puso pálido. No. No podĂas ser Ă©l! estabas en shock “Como es tu nombre, eh GORDITO?” Respiraste aliviado, Ă©l no parece haberte reconocido. “Pablo…” “y apellido?” “Galeano” pronunciaste muy tĂmidamente, y mientras Ă©l anotaba en la ficha, tu mirada fue hacia los abultados biceps del entrenador. Esa polo se veĂa exigida para contener ese cuerpo. “Pablo Galeano, me dijiste??”. El hombre levantĂł la mirada y te mirĂł atentamente. “Espera un momento...creo que te conozco de algĂşn lugar” GLUUUP. Se te secĂł la garganta con los nervios de ese incĂłmodo momento. Rogabas que no te recuerde, pero tu temor se hizo realidad. “Tu no estudiabas en la universidad Campo Oeste? aaaah ya te recuerdo, tu eras el capitán del equipo de rugby” GLUUUP. La situaciĂłn se tornaba mas incĂłmoda. Ese hombre musculoso que tenĂas frente a tus ojos, era el pequeño nerd de quien tu, y tus amigos, se burlaban por ser gordito. Además, parecĂa haber pegado un estirĂłn porque en ese tiempo Ă©l tenĂa menos estatura que ti. “Heey Pablito, como te ha ido?” dijo con un tono mas amistoso Te diĂł una palmada en el hombro, y aunque no lo habĂa hecho con fuerza, logrĂł desestabilizar tu postura. Te cruzĂł el brazo por detrás del cuello, y podĂas sentir su pesado antebrazo apoyado sobre tus trapecios. Te guiĂł hacia un rincĂłn de la sala de musculaciĂłn, y te pidiĂł que subas a la báscula, hacia mucho tiempo que no te pesabas. Apenas apoyaste los pies, los nĂşmeros en el visor fueron avanzando, y a medida que seguian subiendo, tus nervios tambiĂ©n aumentaban. 67...75...79… 84… GLUUUP 86… 89… En tu mente, rogabas desesperadamente que esos nĂşmeros se detengan ya. Que avergonzante! Pasaste la barrera de los 90 kilos, y esos nĂşmeros aĂşn no se detenĂan. “95 kilos… uff.. vaya Pablito, parece que el capitán del equipo ahora esta bastante gordito, eh. Has estado comiendo bastante bien” Y como si la situacion aĂşn no fuese lo suficientemente humillante, Ă©l te levantĂł la camiseta y hundiĂł su dedo reiteradamente sobre tu grasa abdominal, donde antes habĂa abdominales marcados. “Hmm que dirĂan esas porristas si te vieran asi de gordo ahora?…Ellas estaban locas por ti, suspiraban cada vez que te veĂan pasar por los pasillos” Te agitĂł la barriga como si fueras un juguete de gelatina y se riĂł viendo como la onda expansiva de los temblores hacian mover la grasita acumulada en lo que fueron tus firmes pectorales. Nunca antes habĂas sentido vergĂĽenza de ese modo. El primer entrenamiento te resultĂł agotador, no tenĂas aliento ni para quejarte, y tu rendimiento fue inferior a lo que esperabas; no pudiste levantar ni la mitad de los pesos que solĂas cargar en tus años universitarios. Y encima, Ă©l se acercaba cada tanto y te decĂa comentarios como “hasta mi abuelita levanta mas peso que eso”. El mamut, probablemente pueda levantar facilmente 3 o 4 veces mas peso que ese. Entraste a las duchas del vestuario, que ya estaban desĂ©rticas porque era tarde y en unos pocos minutos el gimnasio cerrarĂa. Y mientras el agua tibia y la espuma del jabĂłn se deslizaba sobre tu cuerpo, tu cabeza no dejaba de pensar en como ese gordito nerd de quien se burlaban, ahora estĂ© dotado de un fĂsico digno de la portada de las revistas fitness. Te envolviste la toalla en la cintura al salir de la ducha, y para tu sorpresa te encontraste con Alan sin su polo, flexionando los mĂşsculos frente al espejo. “Heey gordito.. ÂżQue te parecen estos biceps? se ven enormes verdad?”. Se acercĂł a ti, con esos abdominales tallados, esos pectorales carnosos pero firmes, hombros redondeados, y flexionĂł sus voluminosos brazos frente a tus ojos, pero tu no sabĂas que contestarle. Ni en tu mejor momento fĂsico habĂas conseguido unos brazos anchos como esos. “¿Porque no me ayudas a medir a estos bebĂ©?” te pidiĂł con una sonrisa engreĂda sabiendo que la mediciĂłn darĂa un nĂşmero muy generoso. Le hiciste caso y envolviste la cinta mĂ©trica que te diĂł alrededor de su biceps flexionado “Y bien? cuanto miden?” preguntĂł ansioso. “56 centimetros..” dictaminaste tĂmidamente. “CUANTO?!” volviĂł a re-preguntar con una sonrisa arrogante que se extendĂa entre sus mejillas. Él lo habĂa escuchado perfectamente, pero solo querĂa que tu volvieras a repetirlo para presumir del tamaño. “56” respondiste nuevamente con un tono mas elevado “Heeey, se ven impresionantes verdad?. Estos bebĂ© no paran de crecer hahaha… AcĂ©rcate, Âżporque no los tocas? Vamos.. no seas tĂmido, gordito” No querĂas hacerlo, pero Ă©l insistiĂł para que lo hagas. Extendiste tus brazos para apoyar las palmas de tus manos sobre los fenomenales biceps del monitor. Empezaste a tocarlos, y a frotarlos un poco.. no podĂas creer lo duro que se sentĂan esos brazos, mientras el sonreĂa orgullosamente. Y luego deslizaste tus manos hacia sus hombros redondeados, y sentiste esos pectorales carnosos pero firmes. “Parece que te gusta, eh?” “Que dices?!” protestaste indignado. Alan señalĂł hacia abajo, hacia el bulto que se estaba hinchando debajo de la toalla que cubria tu cintura. Si!, estabas teniendo una erecciĂłn involuntaria y que no podĂas disimular. Rápidamente, sonrojado, quitaste tus manos sobre Ă©l. “Hey, que pasa, gordito?”. Su sonrisa engreida parecia estar buscando una reacciĂłn. El hombre musculoso diĂł un paso hacia adelante, para acercarse aĂşn mas hacia ti. Él ya estaba tan cerca, que sentiste invadido tu espacio personal, y empezaste a retroceder. El avanzaba un paso, y tu retrocedias otro… hasta que tu espalda chocĂł contra el frio metal de los lockers. Él extendiĂł sus brazos para apoyarlos contra los lockers y tu quedaste atrapado entre ellos, sus brazos y sus torsos. Te ponĂas mas nervioso a cada segundo.. no sabĂas que estaba pasando, ni cuales serĂan sus intenciones. “pero que haces?!” “Solo estamos jugando un poco, Âżno te gusta jugar conmigo?” te susurrĂł al oido con un tono masculino y erĂłtico, mientras acercaba sus labios a los tuyos “Pero que estas haciendo??! Yo no soy gay!” Intentaste escapar.. ¡Que iluso! Tu fuerza no era suficiente ni para desplazar un centĂmetro de los brazos del grandote, que te mantenĂan cautivo contra los lockers. El se riĂł, y apretĂł su torso aĂşn mas contra el tuyo, con mas fuerza. Ya podĂas sentir sus pectorales presionando contra tu cara. “...Tu cuerpo no dice lo mismo” Y en ese instante sentiste su cálida mano sumergirse sobre tu toalla. Sentiste como sus dedos gruesos envolvian a tu tronco erecto, y en cuanto Ă©l comenzĂł a frotarlo lentamente hacia arriba y hacia abajo, empezaste a entrar en un trance placentero. TambiĂ©n Ă©l. “No te resista mas, putito… te encanta esto” Él agarrĂł tus manos, y las sumergiĂł en su short para que hagas lo mismo. Tu mano envolviĂł su pene, y no podĂas creer lo gruesa que se sentĂa esa polla entre tus dedos, que con cada bombeo parecĂa expandirse mas. Se bajĂł el short y ambos quedaron quedaron completamente desnudos. Tus ojos corroboraron la sensaciĂłn que habĂan sentido tus manos “Es grande esta polla, no?” presumiĂł con orgullo, y acercĂł su pene parado frente al tuyo. Tu pene promedio de 15 centimetros se veĂa pequeño al lado de aquel pene grueso y largo… “Mi tronco está listo para jugar” Alan volteĂł tu cara contra los lockers, quedaste de espalda. Y con esa voz tan masculina y erĂłtica a la vez te susurrĂł al oido “Relajá esa colita, puede que te duela un poco al principio, pero tranquilo… te acostumbrarás. Y te va a encantar” La fuerza que Ă©l hacĂa, te mantuvo inmovilizado, y apenas empezĂł a hundir su generoso pene entre tus nalgas, tu voluntad de huir parecĂa esfumarse. Tus gemidos, mezclados entre dolor y placer, replicaban en la soledad del vestuario. DebĂas admitir que te habĂa encantado. El grandote se puso su uniforme. “Ya vĂstete. El gimnasio cerrará en 5 minutos”. Dicho eso, se retirĂł por la puerta, como si nada hubiese pasado. Pero ese episodio volviĂł a repetirse la semana siguiente, y a la siguiente. Solamente pensar en sus gruesos y fornidos mĂşsculos te despertaban unas cosquillas deliciosas. No veĂas la hora de terminar de entrenar, para ir al vestuario a encontrarte con esa bestia musculosa para que te coja salvajemente. ÂżQuien lo dirĂa? Empezaste a tener citas con Ă©l; iban al cine, veĂan partidos de rugby, comian en restaurantes y todas las citas tenĂan un elemento en comĂşn; todas terminaban con sexo. Parece que te habĂas vuelto adicto a sentir sus mĂşsculosos y a tener sexo con Ă©l. Y hasta te mudaste a su departamento. Por otra parte, en tu primer mes habĂas logrado bajar 2 kilos. Él te sonriĂł, aunque en su mente tenĂa otros planes para ti. EXTRA. Lo acompañabas a los torneos de fisicoculturismo. Disfrutabas verlo flexionar sus enormes mĂşsculos en el escenario. Te calentaba verlo, y no podĂas esperar a que termine la competencia para tener sexo con esa bestia. GanĂł otro trofeo, y a solas, el grandote el grandote te hizo un show privado para ti. Empezaste a deslizarle la lengua por su biceps y sobre sus pectorales, y le pediste permiso para tener sexo. “TodavĂa hay rosquillas en la caja…”. Se acercĂł a tu oido y te susurrĂł “.. Comelas todas, y este toro te dará una salvaje sacudida como nunca sentiste” CaĂas en su encanto, y empezaste a tragar.. y a tragar, para obtener tu recompensa. Tu estomago ya estaba lleno, pero el te ayudĂł empujando las Ăşltimas dos rosquillas dentro de tu boca, mientras te hacia unos deliciosos masajes. “Muy bien, mi pequeño….” Alan se puso de pie, y cumpliĂł. Poco a poco, quirĂşrgicamente, te fue convenciendo con que ya no era necesario que sigas yendo al gimnasio. Ahora que vivian juntos, Ă©l podĂa atender tus necesidades sexuales a diario. Tu llegabas de la oficina antes, y lo esperabas ansioso. Te alegraba verlo entrar por la puerta, como un perrito que espera a su amo ver llegar a la casa. El se acercĂł a ti, para darte unos cariñosos besos y frotarte la barriga. “Te traje tus hamburguesas favoritas.. triple con queso, cheddar y panceta...Y si comes las tres, te harĂ© eso que tanto te gusta”. No hizo falta que termine de decir la oraciĂłn, el meneo que hizo con las caderas y el gesto con la cara, lo dejaba claro Y tu obedeciste para recibir el premio sexual que aquel adonis te prometĂa. Sin entrenamientos y regresando a tus habitos de comida chatarra, en dos meses no solo recuperaste los 5 kilos que habĂas perdido, sino que además rápidamente alcanzaste la barrera de los tres dĂgitos. El sexo salvaje que tu hombre te daba, te mantenĂa distraido, mientras tu barriga avanzaba, se hacia mas redonda y prominente y ponĂa en jaque a las costuras de tu uniforme de trabajo. A ese ritmo, pronto necesitarĂas actualizar tu talle, una vez mas. “Abre grande esa boquita” dijo tu novio introduciendo un trozo de pastel a tu boca, chorreando de salsa de chocolate entre sus dedos, luego de una suculenta cena Mientras Alan sumaba mas y mas trofeos a la vitrina por su excelente estado fĂsico, tu ganabas mas y mas kilos, pero nadie te decĂa nada. Una tarde, mientras dormĂas en el sillĂłn, te pareciĂł escuchar unas voces. Al abrir los ojos, estabas en lo cierto. Alan habĂa venido acompañado de unos amigos. Todos ellos se veĂan musculosos y atlĂ©ticos, y uno dijo; “Necesitamos uno mas para el equipo de rugby…” ÂżRugby dijo? Eso era lo tuyo. O eso creĂas… “Yo puedo jugar. Me encanta el rugby!” Ellos se miraron, y lanzaron una estruendosa carcajadas. Lo miraste a Alan, el Ăşnico serio del grupo. “Dijo que necesitan un jugador. Cuando necesiten un balĂłn te avisarán!. Y lanzĂł su risa contenida. “Tu hahaha.. tu no puedes ni correr la cortina del baño hahahah” “Pesa mas que todo el equipo hahah” se animĂł a decir otro. Rápidamente, los otros muchachos se fueron sumando a las bromas, con intensas risas. Todas las bromas apuntando por que estabas gordo. Incluso Alan se sumĂł a esas bromas. Agarraste tus cosas, e intentaste huir por la puerta. Nunca antes te habĂas sentido tan humillado de esa manera, corriste unos pasos y llegaste a la puerta con la respiraciĂłn agitada, mientras los muchachos no paraban de reir, mientras sumaban mas burlas y sonidos de cerditos. Fueron los minutos mas humillantes que jamas hayas experimentado.. y esos fueron los Ăşltimos minutos de su relaciĂłn. Ahora sentĂas en carne propia, lo que gordito nerd habĂa sufrido con las burlas, que para ti y tus amigos eran divertidas.
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I HacĂa dos años que el hijo del viejo Donaldo (Donaldo Ă©l tambiĂ©n) era peon en mi campo. TenĂa dieciciete años. Era un joven trabajador y responsable que nunca tenĂa un solo pero y siempre se le ocurrĂa una soluciĂłn para cualquier problema que hubiera que solucionar. Por eso cuando me vino a pedir si podĂa darle trabajo a un amigo suyo, un tal Estanislao. Le dije que me lo trajera para entrevistarlo. No tenĂa mucho mas espacio en el campo pero quizás podĂa darle una ayuda, o una recomendaciĂłn. Al dĂa siguiente trajo a su amigo Estanislao y lo dejĂł ahi en la galerĂa. De lo grande que es la casa de seguro se sintiĂł intimidado pobre crĂo. Donaldo me avisĂł que me esperaba y se fue a hacer sus cosas. Cuando salĂ me quedĂ© sorprendido. Era un muchacho rubio, alto y fuerte. TenĂa buena contextura, unos hombros anchos y unas manos grandes. —¿Estanislao? Mucho gusto —le dije y le ofrecĂ la mano. SaludĂł con fuerza, tenĂa una mano hermosa, grande y fuerte. —Buen dĂa, señor —dijo todo timido. Era bastante buen mozo, tenĂa el pelo corto y bien rubio, debĂa ser descendiente de alemanes o algo parecido. Eso sĂ, era tĂmido que bajaba la cabeza a cada rato. De todos modos me sacaba una cabeza de alto. Cuando Donaldo me dijo que tenĂa un amigo, me habĂa imaginado otro muchacho como Ă©l, pero Estanislao no se le parecĂa en nada. —Me dijo Donaldo que andás buscando trabajo. —Si, señor. —¿Y quĂ© sabĂ©s hacer? —Lo que se,a señor, puedo aprender el oficio que necesite. Hablaba de una forma que no se condecĂa con su cuerpo. Era un rubio de metro ochenta que debĂa pesar noventa kilos, pero hablaba como un chico de quince años de la mitad de tamaño. —¿Cuantos años tenĂ©s, Estanislao? —Deciseis, señor. Le mostrĂ© el campo y todas las cosas que habĂa que hacer. Él me contĂł que no tenĂa familia que habĂa dejado el colegio. Su forma de hablar era muy tĂmida, le costaba hacerse escuchar y se sonrojaba aunque tenĂa una piel algo bronceada que con su pelo rubio le daba un aire hermoso. Eso sin contar su porte que se veĂa fuerte, mucho mas fuerte que todos los demás chicos de su edad que habĂa conocido y a mis cincuenta años habĂa conocido muchos. Al verlo se me ocurriĂł lo siguiente: —Estanislao, te voy a decir la verdad, no necesito a nadie más en el campo... —Lo entiendo, señor, discĂşlpeme las molestias. —No te apures, que todavĂa no terminĂ©. Como te decĂa, no necesito a nadie más, pero me vendrĂa bien alguien que sea fuerte que pueda darme una mano cuando lo necesite. Me detuve y le busquĂ© la mirada aunque la bajĂł a mis pies. —¿Te interesarĂa probar? Veo que sos un joven fuerte, la pregunta es Âżcuan fuerte crees que sos? —No lo sĂ©, señor, pero si no le molesta me gustarĂa probar. El dĂa estaba lindo, no hacĂa calor ni frĂo, se podĂa estar con una camisa como la que estaba Ă©l o sin remera en caso de que lo necesitara. Lo llevĂ© adentro de casa y le mostrĂ© un escritorio que yo tenĂa que hacĂa tiempo querĂa mover a otra de las habitaciones. Era un escritorio sumamente pesado dado que estaba hecho no solo de madera sino tambien de piedra. Vaya uno a saber por quĂ©. Le expliquĂ© lo que necesitaba y Estanislao se apurĂł. —Si querĂ©s sacarte la camisa para no ensuciarla, yo no me opongo —dije. Cuando se sacĂł la camisa me temblaron las piernas. TenĂa un cuerpo todo marcado con sus abdominales perfectos y su cintura estrecha y sobre eso, dos pectorales super desarrollados que hacĂan pensar que este joven levantaba pesas. Lo mismo sus hombros redondos y sus brazos. —Wow —dije—, parece que me encontrĂ© alguien verdaderamente fuerte. Estanislao levantĂł el escritorio sobre su cabeza. —¿Donde lo pongo? Sus mĂşsculos se tensaron por el esfuerzo y se marcaron todos. Era un hombre impresionante. —Ejem, en este cuarto, por favor. Ni bien lo dejĂł se sacudiĂł las manos para quitarse el polvo y dijo: —Es una casa muy grande. Yo lo Ăşnico que podĂa pensar que era grande era su increible pecho. ¡Que hombre! Acababa de descubrir oro. Ahi estaba sin remera con su cuerpo cubierto de musculos como si no pasara nada. —Estanislao, creo que en el campo hay trabajo para alguien fuerte como vos. Su rostro infantil se iluminĂł con una sonrisa. —Hagamos tres meses de prueba y vamos como resulta. Estanislao se vino a vivir junto con Donaldo en la casa menor destinada a los peones. Supuse que ahĂ debian estar mas cĂłmodos. Lo primero que hice fue definirle a ambos como ibamos a trabajar. —Estanislao, quiero que ayudes a Donaldo en todas las tareas que Ă©l requiera algo de fuerza. Donaldo quiero que aproveches las fuerza de Ă©l para lo que te venga bien, de todos modos no va a ser su Ăşnico trabajo. Hay varias cosas que tengo que arreglar en el campo para lo que necesito alguien fuerte. —Si, señor —dijeron ambos. La semanas siguientes le pedĂ a Estanislao todo tipo de tareas para que hiciera fuerza. Lo hice cargar troncos, talar arboles, llevar cosas pesadas de un lado a otro, levantar una pared pequeña de piedras. La temperatura para mi suerte fue subiendo y Ă©l no tuvo más remedio que sacarse la remera para cada una de estas tareas. Cuando no tenĂa sentido que lo supervisara lo espiaba escondido. Su cuerpo era impresionante. Nunca habĂa visto a un hombre con un pecho tan desarrollado y duro. Se notaba que no tenĂa nada grasa y que sobresalĂa solo por el inmenso tamaño muscular que tenĂa. Y para mi sorpresa con cada trabajo que yo le daba no solo tenĂa que sacarse la camisa sino que se veĂa que estaba cada vez mas musculoso. Una tarde que le pedi que me ayudara a mover unos muebles. Antes de sacarse la camisa, el boton del pecho saliĂł volando por la presiĂłn de sus tetas enormes y musculosas. —Se te cayĂł esto —dije acercándome. HabĂa quedado a la altura de su pecho enorme que sobresalĂa por la camisa. Estanislao estaba tan avergonzado que no sabĂa que decir. —Disculpe, señor, es la Ăşnica camisa que tengo. —Bueno, vamos a tener que solucionar eso —dije—. Sacate la ropa. Fui a mi ropero y busquĂ© la cinta para medir. Cuando volvĂ me encontrĂ© con Estanislao totalmente desnudo. La imagen de su cuerpo me dejĂł mudo. Me acerquĂ© sin pensar. No solo su torso era una maravilla enorme y dura perfecta con unos pectorales que sobresalĂan y unos abdominales marcados en su cintura muy pequeña, sus piernas eran dos troncos gigantes llenos de tendones y su pija era enorme. —PerdĂłn, no fui claro, quedate en calzones. —Oh, perdĂłn, señor, perdĂłn. No entendĂ. Estanislao estaba rojo de vergĂĽenza. Se notaba que no tenĂa experiencia en el trato con personas, aunque su cuerpo daba a pensar en cosas duras y fuertes, su personalidad era todo lo contrario. —No te preocupes —dije y lo mirĂ© como si fuera un jarrĂłn—. Algo me dice que se te rompiĂł la ropa porque estás un poco mas grande. ÂżPuede ser? —No sĂ©, señor. Es la Ăşnica ropa que tengo. —No te preocupes, vamos a solucionar eso —dije y comencĂ© a tomarle las medidas de todo su impresionante cuerpo—. ÂżSiempre fuiste asĂ de grande, Estanisao? Digo, estás bastante desarrollado muscularmente para tu edad. —Supongo que si, señor. No lo sĂ© en verdad, no tengo con quien comparar. —Te lo digo yo —dije mientras medĂa su cuerpo y sin pudor aprovechĂ© para apoyar mis manos sobre sus pectorales como si fueran cualquier cosa—. Nunca tuve un peon tan desarrollado. Estanislao no dijo nada. Cuando terminĂ© me parĂ© a su lado a centĂmetros de su increible pecho y le mostrĂ© lo que habĂa anotado. —Estas son tus medidas, ÂżVes? Con esto voy a pedir ropa de tu talle para asegurarnos que no te vuelva a pasar eso. Mientras tanto si querĂ©s podĂ©s andar sin camisa. —Gracias, señor —me dijo y se fue a cargar cosas. Semana a semana la cosa siguiĂł de esa manera. Estanislao cargaba cosas, usaba su musculoso cuerpo para lo que yo quisiera y tenĂa el enorme placer de verlo pasar sin remera haciendo fuerza. Era un espectáculo impresionante. Para mi sorpresa a las dos semanas volviĂł todo acongojado. —Señor, disculpe. —¿Que pasa, Estanislao? Ahi me mostrĂł que el mismo botĂłn de antes habĂa vuelto a salirse de la nueva camisa que le habĂa comprado. Su pecho estaba cada vez más grande. —Le pido mil disculpas, señor. Le prometo que le voy a pagar la camisa rota. Lo hice pasar a la casa y le dije: —Estanislao, no te preocupes por esta camisa, yo solo quiero que estĂ©s cĂłmodo y se ve que tu cuerpo no está cĂłmodo en esta camisa. Al parecer tanto esfuerzo fĂsico te volviendo más grande. Dejame que te ayude. Y con mucha suavidad le saquĂ© la camisa. AprovechĂ© para pasar mis manos por sus mĂşsculos. Eran enormes y duros. Era un tacto increible. —Definitivamente tenĂ©s el pecho más grande —dije con mis dos manos sobre su pectorales—. Lo mismo le pasĂł a tus hombros y tus brazos. VolvĂ a tomar las medidas y le mostrĂ© la diferencia. Parado junto a Ă©l me di cuenta de algo. —¿Estás mas alto? —No lo sĂ©, señor. Vamos a medirte. Y con eso me subĂ a un banquito para quedar a su misma altura y dejĂ© caer un metro sobre su espalda increible. —Un metro ochenta y cinco. Me bajĂ© del banquito y perdĂ el equilibrio. Me apoyĂ© en sus increibles pectorales y Ă©l me sostuvo con sus enormes brazos. —Gracias, señor —me dijo y se fue. Semana a semana tuvimos que medir sus musculos, el tamaño de su espalda, su altura y el ancho de sus piernas. Estanislao crecĂa como una planta. Cada semana estaba más musculoso, mas alto y con la espalda más ancha. Era increible verlo crecer y pararme a su lado me hacĂa temblar de los nervios. AsĂ fue como llegĂł hasta el metro noventa y cinco. Su pecho enorme flotaba sobre mi cabeza. Cuandos se cumplieron los tres meses de prueba ocurriĂł esto: —Estanislao, como sabĂ©s acaban de terminar los tres meses de prueba. —Si, señor. Le quiero agradecer por la oportunidad, señor. —No hay nada que agradecer. Te querĂa contar como vamos a hacer ahora. Lo llevĂ© a un galpĂłn que tenĂa casi vacĂo donde tenĂa un gimnasio bastante viejo que habĂa usado cuando era joven. Estaba lleno de polvo y la verdad que estaba todo oxidado. —Quiero que limpies este lugar y lo uses. —¿Que lo use? —Si, necesito que estĂ©s mas fuerte para las tareas que te voy a pedir. —¿Que tareas señor? —No importa, por ahora lo unico que me interesa es que te vuelvas mas fuerte porque no creo que con la fuerza que tenĂ©s ahora puedas hacer lo que necesito y eso es muy importante. —Entiendo señor. —Para eso vamos a cambiar tus comidas asĂ estás bien alimentado. La cocinera te va a llevar la comida y los suplementos para que comas. —Si, señor. —¿Alguna vez estuviste en un gimnasio? —No, señor. —¿No? Bueno, hagamos esto. Limpia todo y cuando estĂ© limpio yo te enseño como entrenar. Cuando entrĂ© a la casa me avisaron que habĂa llegado el correo. Las pastillas de anabĂłlicos habĂan llegado. No podĂa estar mas contento. Estanislao limpiĂł todo y ese mismo dĂa le di una rutina y le enseñé como entrenar. —Quiero que entrenes de lunes a viernes durante dos horas. Yo te voy a dejar los ejercicios anotados, pero los pesos los vas a ir descubriendo vos. Quiero que tengas claro que necesito que ganes mucha mucha fuerza para lo que te voy a pedir de hacer por lo que vas a tener que esforzarte mucho. ÂżEntendido? —Si, señor. Estanislao no tenĂa idea de como entrenar pero su cuerpo eran tan fuerte que los pesos y las máquinas que estaban en ese lugar rapidamente le quedaron chicos, por lo que invertĂ un buen dinero en comprar máquinas nuevas, barras, mancueras y otras cosas. En un mes convertĂ ese garage en un gimnasio super equipado. —Estanislao, esa ropa que tenĂ©s no sirve para entrenar asĂ que te comprĂ© estos pantalones y estas zapatillas. Eran los pantalones mas cortos que habĂa conseguido para alguien de su tamaño. —¿Sin camisa, señor? —Sin camisa y solo con esto. Cuando se cambiĂł por poco me desvanecĂ. Su pecho parecĂa hecho de cemento, brotaba como dos montañas duras sobre su cuerpo. Daban ganas de apretarlo con fuerza. Con cada ejercicio que Ă©l no entendĂa (no entendĂa ninguno) yo aprovechaba para tocarle el cuerpo y mostrarle donde tenĂa que hacer fuerza y quĂ© musculo tenĂa que tensar. Su cuerpo estaba durĂsimo, mucho más duro de lo que habĂa imaginado. Pronto los anabĂłlicos empezaron a hacer efecto, se los disolvĂa en cada comida y su cuerpo no tardĂł en crecer todavĂa más. De una semana a la otra su fuerza se duplicĂł y todos sus musculos aumentaron de tamaño. Fue tanto lo que creciĂł que no podĂa bajar los brazos de lo hipertrofiada que tenĂa la espalda. Era un espectáculo increible. Al mes ya levantaba 200 kilos en el banco plano. Cuando terminaba sus pectorales parecian a punto de explotar. —¿Está bien, señor que tenga el pecho tan duro? —decĂa y se acercaba para que me fijara. Yo apoyaba mis manos sobre su pecho y lo masajeaba bien fuerte. Era increible el tamaño de sus mĂşsculos. Semana a semana seguĂa midiĂ©ndo su cuerpo. No tardĂł en llegar a los dos metros y superĂł los 130 kilos. Se estaba convirtiendo en una bestia. —¿Estoy suficientemente fuerte, señor? —me preguntaba con su voz toda tĂmida con su cuerpo inmenso y todo duro en calzones mientras yo medĂa cada mĂşsculo de su cuerpo. Yo me apoyaba en su pecho cuando me subĂa al banquito. Era una sensaciĂłn indescriptible el tamaño y lo duro que tenĂa los pectorales. —Estás bien, pero hay que seguir creciendo —le decĂa yo. Un dĂa que tocaba medirse me preguntĂł si podĂa traerle un pantalĂłn mas grande. Entonces me alejĂ© y mirĂ© lo que estaba pasando debajo. Sus piernas se habĂan convertido en dos monstruos llenos de mĂşsculos inmensos, pero no solo eso. Dentro del pantalĂłn parecĂa llevar una banana enorme. —Vamos a tener que medirlo todo. —Si, señor —dijo y se bajĂł el pantalĂłn. No estaba preparado para lo que vi. Su pija era gigante. Igual de grande y desproporcionada que el resto de sus mĂşsculos. —Permiso —dije como si fuera un doctor y le levantĂ© la enorme poronga con una mano mientras medĂa con la otra. Era veinticinco centĂmetros flácida y tan ancha que no podĂa rodearla con una mano. —Estanislao, voy a necesitar que se te pare para medirla bien. —¿CĂłmo, señor? —dijo sonrojándose. Era un gigante musculoso desnudo con una fuerza increible en todo su cuerpo pero que se comportaba como un niño. —Quiero que cierres los ojos y pienses en cosas que te exciten. Yo te voy a ayudar. —Si, señor. AprovechĂ© para poner mis dos manos sobre sus pectorales y los empecĂ© a masajear con fuerza mientras su pija se iba parando y adquirĂa un tamaño impresionante y deproporcionado. AprovechĂ© para tocar todos sus mĂşsculos, sus brazos enormes, sus piernas duras y musculosas, gigantes. Pero sobre todo su pecho, su increible pecho de hombre, enorme y lleno de fuerza. Un pecho de macho que parecĂa a punto de explotar de lo grande y duro que estaba. Cuando terminĂł su pija era un monumento a un cañon. ApoyĂ© una mano sobre su pija mientras contra la otra masajeaba su pecho. —Impresionante —dije—. Sos enorme, Estanislao. —¿Soy lo suficientemente grande, señor? —me preguntĂł. —Estás muy bien. Su pija medĂa medio metro de largo. AsĂ siguiĂł la cosa. Cada dĂa Estanislao estaba mas grande y musculoso. Cada semana ocurrĂan cosas como estas. Estanislao estaba en mi cuarto totalmente desnudo y transpirado despuĂ©s del entrenamiento. Yo lo secaba con una toalla y terminaba de medirlo incluido su pija erecta. Él siempre me preguntaba. —¿Soy lo suficientemente grande, señor? Yo me acercaba y le tocaba todo el cuerpo. Todos los mĂşsculos enormes y llenos de fuerza y le decĂa: —Estás muy bien, me gusta que estĂ©s bien musculoso, solo falta un poco más y vas a estar listo. Para ese entonces ya me sacaba tres cabezas. —Estás mucho mas alto. —Siento que estoy un poco grande, señor. —¿Un poco? Estas gigante. ÂżTe sentĂs mas fuerte? —SĂ, señor, me siento muy fuerte. Siento que puedo levantar un auto con mis manos. ÂżSoy lo suficientemente musculoso para usted? —¿SentĂs el pecho mas grande? —Si, señor, lo tengo muy duro todo el tiempo. Y cada vez mas grande, ya no me entran las camisas. AprovechĂ© para tocarle los pectorales. —TenĂ©s el pecho inmenso, Estanislao. Nunca habĂa un pecho tan grande como el tuyo. —Siento que tengo mucha fuerza en el pecho. —Se nota, este pecho es impresionante. Una tarde le pedĂ que me ayudara a cambiar una lamparita. Estanislao entrĂł todo inflado despuĂ©s de entrenar y con los brazos todos duros. Su pecho brillaba. Le pedĂ que me levantara. Me alzĂł sin problema, no le pesaba en lo más mĂnimo. CambiĂ© la lamparita y me agarrĂ© de sus hombros enormes y duros. —¿No te peso, Estanislao? —Para nada, señor, apenas siento el esfuerzo. —TenĂ©s los mĂşsculos enormes. Puedo sentir tus hombros todos duros. ÂżTanta fuerza tenĂ©s? —SĂ, señor, puedo sostenerlo asĂ durante un rato largo sin cansarme. —¿Me podĂ©s levantar y subir? —SĂ, señor —dijo y me bajĂł y subiĂł como un bebĂ©. —Hacelo varias veces que quiero ver algo. —SĂ, señor. UsĂł mi cuerpo de mancuernas mientras sus brazos se inflaban con cada movimiento. —Estás enorme, Estanislao. Sos un hombre inmenso. —¿Estoy lo suficientemente fuerte, señor? —Flexioná el brazo. Se me quedĂł mirando sin entender. Me bajĂł y le mostrĂ© como hacerlo. —¿AsĂ, señor? —dijo y su bicep se volviĂł una montaña. —Impresionante. ÂżTe gusta ser tan grande y musculoso? —SĂ, señor, me siento muy fuerte. Mientras hablaba y flexionaba yo aprovechĂ© para tocar todo su cuerpo. Sus pectorales enormes, sus brazos, su espalda, sus piernas y hasta su pija erecta. A la semana siguiente pedĂ una dosis mas alta de anabĂłlicos. Dos semanas despuĂ©s Estanislao entrĂł todo transpirado. ParecĂa brillar. Sus musculos eran gigantes, estaba todavĂa mas alto y enorme. Era una bestia. Me contĂł que habĂa levantando 400 kilos con el pecho. Me sacaba cuatro cabezas. Me subĂ al banquito para tocarle le pecho. —Estás enorme, Estanislao, nunca vi un hombre tan musculoso. —Me siento muy grande, señor. Tengo todo el cuerpo duro y los mĂşsculos cada vez mas grandes. Me acerquĂ© para acariciar sus abdominales. Me mirĂł desde arriba de sus pectorales, con la pija inmensa parada y las piernas enormes. Me preguntĂł: —¿Soy lo suficientemente musculoso para usted, señor? Y ahĂ sin mas no pude evitarlo. Le empecĂ© a chupar la pija erecta. Era demasiado grande y su cuerpo demasiado musculoso. —Sos enorme, Estanislao. Nunca vi un hombre tan grande. —¿Tengo la pija lo suficientemente grande, señor? —me preguntĂł mientras Ă©l se la agarraba con una mano y con la otra se tocaba el pecho— ÂżY mi pecho es lo suficientemente musculoso, señor? ÂżLe alcanza mi fuerza, señor? Si lo necesita puedo crecer mas. Puedo volverme mucho mas grande si usted lo necesita. —Si, lo necesito... —dije y Estanislao acabĂł un enorme rio de semen.
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Todo empezĂł cuando terminĂ© el colegio. Decidido a seguir con mis estudios pero sin ninguna universidad lo suficientemente buena para hacerlo, tuve que mudarme a la capital del paĂs. Solo. Sin mi familia ni mis amigos. Pero lo hice. Debido a mis excelentes notas durante mi secundaria, conseguĂ una beca en una prestigiosa universidad conocida tanto por su excelencia acadĂ©mica como deportiva. En un paĂs como el nuestro, ambas sumamente importantes. La beca consistĂa en que ellos me pagaban todo, incluso el alojamiento y la alimentaciĂłn, lo que sĂ, iba a compartir departamento con dos estudiantes más, pero dije que más da, nada puede salir mal. Era un lunes de principios de marzo y todavĂa era verano cuando lleguĂ© a la gran ciudad. Fui directo al campus de la universidad donde me habĂan dicho que me explicarĂan mejor como serĂa el sistema de la beca. LleguĂ© a la universidad y no lo podĂa creer. Era otra ciudad adentro de la ciudad. El parque era inmenso y habĂan varios edificios dentro de este donde debĂan de estar las clases y las instalaciones. Fui al edificio principal y hablĂ© con la señora de admisiones. Estuve allĂ una hora y un poco más que fue todo lo que tardĂł en explicarme todo el sistema de las clases, horarios, lugares y mi departamento. Me dijo que lo compartirĂa con unos tales Tomás y Rodrigo Morrudos. Mellizos. Que coincidencia pensĂ©. Le agradecĂ a la señora por tomarse su tiempo y luego de explicarme como llegar al departamento, que por suerte estaba dentro del campus, partĂ con mi valija y bolso listo para desempacar y comenzar esta aventura. Caminando por el parque me di cuenta de algo. Todos eran muy altos. De por sĂ no soy una persona alta, y tampoco grandote, mas bien la gente me definirĂa chiquito. Por ahi escuálido algunos con peor humor, pero nunca habĂa sido un tema serio en mi vida. TenĂa 18 años y medĂa 1,68 cm y pesaba unos 60 kilos. No esta tan tan mal, eso pensaba yo. LleguĂ© al edificio y era enorme. EntrĂ© y habĂa mucho alboroto de gente. Todos de mi edad o un poco más grandes buscando sus deptos y acomodándose. Claro eran los primeros dĂas del año. SubĂ cuatro pisos por la escalera, la fila del ascensor era muy larga, y lleguĂ© a mi piso. BusquĂ© el numero 403 e introduje la llave que me habĂan dado. AbrĂ la puerta y lo primero que sentĂ fue un olor masculino, a macho. EntrĂ© y vi que era un depto bastante chico, pero muy util. TenĂa una pequeña cocina con microondas incluido, en esta misma una mesa con cuatro sillas, una heladera y la pileta con la canilla para lavar los platos. Una puerta abrĂa a un pequeño baño con inodoro, bidet y ducha, y la otra puerta restante llevaba a mi cuarto. Al abrir la puerta me corregĂ diciendo nuestro cuarto. HabĂa una cama cucheta y otra cama. La cama individual estaba tomada por un bolso grande y la cama superior de la cucheta lo mismo. Puse mi bolso en la cama que quedaba, la de abajo. Me di cuenta que no habĂa tanto espacio entre esta y el colchĂłn arriba mĂo pero no me quedaba otra. HabĂa llegado tarde. Me sentĂ© en mi cama y me puse a desempacar. HabĂa un ropero con tres secciones bien divididas para cada uno, un alivio. Mientras que hacĂa esto vi que habĂan unas zapatillas muy grandes en el piso. AgarrĂ© una y me fije el talle. Talle 50, no lo podĂa creer. Yo calzo 39 tan solo. El pie de ese ser humano debe ser inmenso. De curioso lo olĂ al zapato. SentĂ algo y lo dejĂ© en el piso donde estaba. DespuĂ©s de empacar fui a la cocinacomedor que era nuestro depto y me sentĂ© en el sillon que olvide mencionar, grande pero no se si para tres personas, y me puse a mirar television. DebĂan de ser las 7 de la tarde y me empecĂ© a adormecer... Me despertĂ© de golpe por el ruido de unos pasos pesados en el pasillo de afuera. EscuchĂ© dos voces. Graves. Muy graves. Retumbaban y las vibraciones entraban al depto. Hablaban de un entrenamiento. Y de que iban a estar con un compañero de cuarto. De repente se abriĂł la puerta. Del marco no provino nada de luz. Solo oscuridad. Se agachĂł y puso de costado para pasar por la pequeña, para Ă©l, puerta. Acto seguido lo siguiĂł un gigante de su mismo tamaño. Yo estaba acostado en el sillĂłn y todavĂa no se habĂan dado cuenta de mi presencia. Te vino bien el gimansio e! Mira este culote!- el gigante de pelo rojizo le apretĂł con su manopla la nalga inmensa del de pelo castaño. Te gusta este cuerpo que tengo e. Puedo jurar que cada vez estoy más grande, más gordo y más puesto. Mirá lo que son estas tetas!- empezĂł a rebotar dos melones gigantescos y fue entonces cuando se sobresaltĂł y frenĂł de golpe. Me mirĂł a los ojos. Me viĂł. Mirá quien está acá hermano! Nuestro compañero, mejor dicho compañerito, de cuarto! Es enano! JA JA!- su voz grave retumbĂł en mi cabeza y empecĂ© a pararme un poco asustado que me haya visto viĂ©ndolo e intimidado por su tamaño. Se me acercĂł a mĂ y con su altura y ancho me intimidaba. Era un gigante. Mirandolo desde abajo parecĂa incluso más grande. Me intentĂ© parar y caĂ para atrás pero dos manoplas callosas y calurosas agarraron mis brazitos y espalda. No te caigas chiquito! VenĂ para acá que te queremos conocer mejor.- me levantĂł y estaba inmovilizado en el aire por sus manos. No podĂa creer la fuerza que tenĂa este hombre. Me puso frente a su cara y pude ver lo fachero que era. SeguĂa teniendo un poco cara de niño pero su barba recien afeitada mostraba que ya era adulto. Los pomulos bien marcados, labios gruesos, ojos marrones, y un cuello muy grueso. El enfocĂł sus ojos en los mĂos y rapidamente desvĂe la mirada al piso. Estaba levitando al menos treinta centimetros de este. Emm hola. Soy Ramon su su compañero de cuarto.- dije tartamudeando. Hola chiquitin! Yo soy Ro, y Ă©l mi hermano Tomás. Somos mellizos como podes ver. BROAAAAR.- un eructo largo y potente directo a mi cara.- JA JA siempre me pasa, ahĂ te bajo enano me olvidĂ© que te estaba levantando.- VolvĂ al piso y ahĂ dimensionĂ© el tamaño de ambos. Me llevaban al menos tres cabezas o más, y de ancho tres cuerpos si o sĂ. Estaban en musculosa y shorts cortos que dejaban poco a la imaginaciĂłn. TenĂan el cuerpo igual ambos. Dos caras grandes sumamente atractivas, Ro morocho y Tomás un poco más rojizo el pelo. Un cuello grueso y fuerte. El pecho más ancho que vi en mi vida, con dos hombros redondos y fuertes y dos tetas musculosas y gordas. Eran dos bolas de bowling. TenĂan una solida panza pero que se le marcaban por sobre ese musculo grasoso los abdominales. Por debajo de los hombros, unos biceps gigantescos, más grandes que mi pecho, y antebrazos gruesos y firmes. Me impresionaron las manos, anchas y con dedos como morcillas. TenĂan gambas gordas y tonificadas, muy anchas, con dos rodillotas impresionantes. Los gemelos enormes, y pies peludos de talle 50, gordos jugosos y de gigante. Todo este análisis lo hice en los 5 segundos en los cuales estuve parado enfrente de los colosos que iban a ser mis compañeros de cuarto. Nos vas a contar algo más de vos o que?- dijo uno de los gigantes que tenia en frente mĂo. Ss si. LleguĂ© hoy del interior del paĂs y estoy con una beca acá. Y voy a estudiar economĂa.-dije casi como soldado. Miralo al enano. Dejaste todo para venirte aca? No conoces a nadie?- Mm no.- ya ganando un poco de confianza.- Ustedes son los primeros con los que hablo, sin contar la de admisiones.- Bueno no pasa nada. Porque ahora vas a ser como un hermano nuestro!- Ro se emocionĂł y me levantĂł devuelta abrazandome con sus brazotes. -Mejor dicho, un hermanito!-
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Still working on Abduction part two. In the meantime please enjoy: You Can Stop Part One by F_R_Eaky Ted, officially Theodore James Wentworth the Fifth, was a somewhat tall man, quasi athletic, loved music and club life, but in the work world was a complete Renaissance I.T. man with knowledge of computer programming, building & repair, and various code writing. Physically he had managed to go past his high school and college years fairing far better than most of his classmates: 6' 3", 185lbs of slightly defined leanness, size 12 U.S. men's shoe, He had jet black hair that lightly covered his arms and legs and formed a thin trail straight up his abs and then feathered out just slightly over his chest, while it simply combed back into kind of a thick, modern, pompadour style, on the top of his head. That same ebony hair sat above a pair of eyes that were described as hazel but had a vibrancy to their darkness so that perhaps moss or fern would better words to explain their color. Eyes and hair both stood out nicely on him due to his kind of milky white complexion. He turned out to be the best combination of Anglo-English and Spanish DNA. His best friend, Cristóbal Eduardo Espino Maclérigo, usually just Cris, didn't fare so well. His very Spanish features of Blonde hair, blue eyes, and light skin, confused the hell out of everyone in college and work, just like it did in high school. Professors would run down the list of names, and not seeing the "dark looking Latino" answer in roll call figured he was absent. He had to prove whom he was to one professor who booted "Cristóbal" out of a class for non-attendance and was trying to get the unknown blonde male registered because of his perfect attendance. After college the same thing would happen at work. Employers would see that Cristóbal had clocked in, but they wouldn't "see" him at his work station or office. They just saw this blonde haired guy they couldn't identify. It always took several trips to the H.R. department for everyone to begin putting his face to his name. Naturally all of that caused a great deal of stress, along with the usual stress of high school to college transition, college to work, moving into dorms and apartments, etc. To combat the stress Cristóbal turned to his favorite past time, cooking. As a result, it packed on 315lbs of poor fat weight onto his 5' 8" tall frame. This in turn added more stress because in dating, adding to the let down that he didn't look like a swarthy dark skinned, eyed, and haired Latino lover, most folks weren't thrilled with his big belly and dumped him on the spot. Some figured out who he was at the door, pivoted and left without even greeting him. But, Cristóbal pressed on with his life, his anchor and other stress relief was his friendship with Ted. The two met his senior year of high school while working for a volunteer translator program that assisted new immigrants to America in getting everyday things done until they learned English well enough to be comfortable on their own. Cris was thrilled to meet someone else who was "Hispanic" but wasn't the stereotypical set Latino look everyone expected. The other thing that they were surprised and connected by was that they were both born on the same day, June 15th. It was this very reason that Ted was coming by to visit Cris. It was their twenty-third birthday coming up and they decided to use some vacation time to simply hang out and relax while celebrating their birthday at the same time. Ted had driven down, arrived, and was unloading and unpacking his car when he kind of noticed something. "Cris, have you lost some weight?" "Yeah. Actually I've lost fifteen pounds. Only a ton more to go." "Stop it. You're not string bean I knew in high school, true, but you're not that bad." "Three-hundred fifteen pounds is bad, Ted." "Three-hundred fifteen pounds? Wow. You wear, uhm wore it well. I wouldn't have guessed you weighed that much. Course I couldn't expect it to be muscle weight, not with those sticks for arms." "Yeah...yeah...yeah..." Cris, laughed. "Seriously though, you look like you're standing up straighter, maybe even taller?" "Yeah...right. I doubt that. I'm the same as I've been for years, five foot eight." "You know I've never believed you were that short. I just don't believe I'm eight inches taller than you." "Like two inches make much of a difference." "That settles it. Off with the shoes, stand against the wall." "Come on..." "No... no... do it, or... I'll force ya." Ted moved in and stood as tall as he could over Cris, lording himself over his best friend. He then began to push him using his body until Cris was against the wall. "Okay...alright...fine.... there's a pencil and a tape measure in the top left kitchen drawer over there." Ted got Cris positioned and made the mark at the top of Cris' head, pulled out the measuring tape, and read the height aloud. "Five foot ten. See, you're not as short as you think you are." "No...that can't be right. I just had a doctor's appointment about two months ago and they measured me there. I was five foot eight." "Maybe you're growing." "You think so? I've heard of late growth spurts but this is kind of ridiculous." "Yeah, yeah, yeah... don't get too carried away with this. I'm the tall one of us two. You don't need to grow into a giant." "Awww come on.... couldn't I at least catch up to you? You know some of tallest men in the NBA had late growth spurts, and in some cases the later the larger." "Whatever... you can stop. You're fine the way you are." Cris felt this tingling sensation in his stomach. He was kind of thrilled that Ted saw him as...some kind of threat to his superiority, his masculinity, his dominance? Cris always wished he was taller, stronger, than what he was, and the thought of him having a late growth spurt, no matter how late it was, excited him. The rest of the couple days vacation was normal. They ate at their favorite, taste great, but bad for health restaurants. They went to an amusement park. They had birthday cake. It was over all too soon and they had to go back to the real world and jobs. Ted said good-bye, said he'd call real soon, drove his rental car back to the airport, and away he went. ********************************************************************** About six months later, Ted decided to come visit Cris for Christmas. Cris was unable to go visit his parents due to work obligations, while Ted's parents had flown back to England and then Spain to visit family there. Again Ted had picked up a rental car and drove to Cris' house. After removing his luggage, he walked up to the front door and buzzed the intercom system. "Yes?" "Hey, Crisito! It's me, Ted. Open the door." "Hey, man. I'm just hopping into the shower. Come around back through the gate. The back door is unlocked." "Alright." Ted did as he was instructed and entered through the back door which opened upon a mud room. Lined up on the floor against one wall were a series of shoes, most of them tennis shoes with one pair covered with mud and one with some paint that still looked wet. Ted stopped and marveled at them a little bit. They looked a bit on the large side, in fact they looked larger than his own size twelve shoes. Finding one that was kind of separated from the line up, he carefully put his foot side by side matching the back of the heels. Sure enough the other shoe looked to be about an inch, maybe even slightly more than an inch longer than his shoe. Pondering what those shoes were doing there, Ted walked through the mud room, into the kitchen, past the dining area, and into the great room. Setting his suitcases down, he noticed that on the opposite end there was a door that was ajar, opening into a bed room, from which the sound of streaming water was coming. Ted approached the door and stood next to it bellowing. "Hey, I'm inside. Why'd you choose my arrival to take a shower?" Cris answered back, yelling as well, his voice all echo-y sounding from the shower stall. "Sorry, bro. Couldn't help it. Job had me help out with a community extra-curricular activity so to speak. Last minute thing. They wanted me to use my artistic skills, so I've been down at a theater painting sets. Just got done, after a little paint war, so I needed to get this stuff washed out while it was still fairly wet. There's a remote control on the coffee table. It works both the TV and the cable." "Ok. Hey, uhm.... do you have another friend staying over, or uhm here right now perhaps, like with you...you know.... in the uhm.... shower?" "Yo! If I was to have that type of company over I wouldn't have left the bedroom door ajar for us to talk through, I'd have shut it, after posting a note on it. Why do you ask?" "Well those shoes seem my size, if not larger. You tease me about having boats and those are steam-liners, so it can't be you that's wearing them." The shower was turned off, the stall door was heard to open, and then the ruffling sound of a towel being taken off the rack. "Uhmmmm yeah. About those shoes... well.... that is.... Let's just say I can't tease you about having boats anymore." Ted chuckled lightly. "And why is that?" "Because... ... ... They're my shoes." "Your shoes. What is it a foot fetish with you or something? You just decided to buy some shoes that are huge? C'mon man, you need to be kind of tall to wear shoes my size or slightly larger." Ted heard the sound of some drawers opening and closing, along with the sound of rustling cloth. Then there was the sound of walking across the floor made by someone of a decent size. Suddenly the door was open and there was a man who stood around the same height as Ted, but looked similar to his best friend Cristóbal. "Yeah...about that height thing...." Ted looked up and down the man. He stood just about eye to eye level with him, kind of broad shouldered, but fairly lean in appearance, wearing a long sleeved sweatshirt and sweat pants, but was bare footed and those feet looked pretty long and wide. "Cris...ito? Cristóbal what happened to you?" "It was like we wondered and thought since your last visit; I grew. I had a late bloomer growth spurt." "Unbelievable....how...when.... Well, duh, during the last six months or so. This is just kind of wild and is going to take some getting used to. I mean for starters I can't call you Crisito anymore." "No...not unless you can find some huge linebackers or NBA players named Cristóbal that I can stand next to. You're not angry or upset by this are you?" "No! No.... just kind of shocked and surprised, but why would I be mad? I mean this way we can enjoy our friendship so much more. I don't have to watch out for you as a small guy or stick up for you as you're the same size as I am. Because of that we can have fun as some friends do and can trade off clothes if we need to, help cover in a pinch. Well, except those shoes. Those really are your shoes out there?" "Yeah... they fit these dawgs." Cris wiggles his toes and feet. "Come over to the couch and sit down." The pair went and sat down and Cris instructed Ted to take a shoe off and put his foot next to his. "Good lord! Your feet are like an inch longer than mine!" "Inch and a third actually." "How do you know?" "Because each size is one-third of an inch in length." "You're pullin' my leg now, no pun intended. Shoe sizes are that small?" "Well once you get into adult men's shoes, they get a little off towards real small shoes, but in general that's shoe size standard in the U.S. England, too. except their sizes have a tendency to be a size smaller so if I wear a size sixteen..." "Sixteen! That's what size those are, sixteen?" "Like I said, if I'm an inch and a third larger than your feet, I'd wear four sizes larger. Which in the US will be a size sixteen and in the UK a size fifteen. Trust me, I know. I've had to start looking shoes up at specialty Tall Men's Stores and other places. I can still easily find shoes but most of the time not in the regular department stores. They've only recently started carrying up to a size thirteen, sometimes fourteen, but not usually sixteen." "I... I just can't believe you're wearing a size sixteen." "Trust me." And Cris got up and walked to the kitchen to grab a pencil and the tape measure as they did the last time, and came sitting back down on the couch and handed the tape measure to Ted. "Here. Measure your bare foot. I'm betting it is eleven and one third inches long or somewhere close to it give or take an eighth of an inch or so." Ted put the tape measure down, then placed the back of his heel upon the end, pulled the tape measure out and then rocked his foot down stepping on it. "Oh my gawd. Eleven and a third exactly." "And that's why you fit so comfortably in a size twelve because your foot is exact in the size measurement. Now put it down for me and you'll see, my feet have grown to become twelve and two thirds inches long." And putting the tape measure down and allowing Cris to step on it, Ted did indeed see that that was the case. "So, as you can see, I no longer can tease you about having boats when my feet are four sizes larger than yours." "I... ...I'm still kind of at a loss. People used to say your feet were small for a guy, even a little small for your height, but now you're wearin' a size that starts to become difficult to find, it's too big. And...and seeing you in that doorway was shocking as well because you're like, almost as tall as me." "About that... ... ..." "What? Don't tell me you're taller than me!" "It's not by much. Only an inch." "Only an inch!? Six four. You mean to tell me you now stand six feet four inches tall? That's like...a six inch growth spurt." "Eight inch, actually. My doctor confirmed it, the last recorded measurement I had down there was five foot eight inches tall, so I've grown eight inches in the last eight to nine months depending upon when it started." "Alright, up against that wall. I've got to do and see this for myself." So Cris stood against the wall as Ted took the pencil and made a mark at the top of Cris' head. He pulled the tape measure out and positioned it against the wall where the mark hit exactly on seventy six inches. "Oh my gawd." said Ted kind of slowly as he turned around and sunk into a chair. "My best friend. The man I used to jokingly refer to as 'my little brother' is now actually taller than me." "Hey, it's not the end of the world you know." "Yeah, at least we're still very close to the same height... and I noticed you gained size in one way, but you haven't gained it in the other." "Noticed that did you? Yeah, my body stretching out took all that fat I had and either stretched it with me or consumed it for growing power. I'm now at a good weight...well a little thin actually, but hey for the first time in my life, however, I can...." and Cris lifted up the bottom of his shirt just a little to reveal his very flat stomach which just had the beginnings of very soft outlines of abdominal muscles. "...finally say I have abs. They're not huge or defined real well, but they're there." "Well, damn. Any more surprises for me? Pick up any mental abilities during this spurt of yours." Cris laughed. "No. no. Just got thinner and taller, unless you want to count the aches and pains from the growth spurt." "Ugh... I remember mine. Hated them, although they weren't too bad. Clark O'Bannyon, remember him. Grew to like seven feet tall. Now he had severe growing pains. That boy was always having cramps every minute of the day until he stopped growing. You must've been miserable these last few months." "A bit, but I managed to get a good deal on and install something to help me work those out." "What's that?" "Come here." And Cris stood up and walked to the sliding glass doors and pulled back the curtain to reveal the back patio. "Ta-daaaaa! Hot tub!" "You got a hot tub?" "Yeah and take a good look at it." "It's huge... I mean we might be able to comfortable sit in that." "Yeah... tall enough sides with low enough seats we can actually sit up straight in that and have the jets hit our back from the arm pits down, instead of us having to slide under the water line and stoop sit." "Listen to you, like you've got experience in being a tall man." "Well, I remember the problems you had when we'd go to friend's parties and you tried to sit in the hot tub, or some of the taller jocks: water line hit you at your abdomen so the jet sprays would only hit your lower back, the little space for feet was sometimes so tiny you, they'd be stepping on other people's toes. And I have some experience as a tall man, thank you very much. I've needed to get my chair adjusted at work, I've had to start buying clothes at specialty spaces, I've had to learn to duck the occasional too low hung sign, chandelier lights, or ceiling fans. And I have delt with the hot tub issue as I joined a gym. Workouts have made me sore but at the same time they helped work out some of the kinks as it were while I grew. But that hot tub....it is large enough for both of us to sit and relax in it." "Well then, we need to break out the mixes and start makin' some Daiquiris, margaritas, and whatever it is you make with that Madori crap." "Hey, it's not crap. It's just watermelon flavored." So the two friends made a couple of platters of buffalo wings and fries along with the drinks and after changing into swimsuits went out to the hot tub to sit, soak, and have fun. Cris made it into the tub before Ted did, and was reclined and soaking as Ted approached. "It was a good idea to join a gym." "Really?" "Yeah... you are really kind of thin." "Well that's what happens when you have an eight inch growth spurt." Ted laughed and the two sat and talked, catching up with their lives, work situations, love life or lack thereof for the moment. After a number of hours of food, drink, and soaking, Cris finally commented on how they should perhaps go ahead get some sleep otherwise neither one of them would be up at a decent hour to do anything during the holiday. Cris stood up revealing he'd been wear a pair of Speedo swim trunks, which was partial responsible for shocking Ted. "Good lord, Cris!" "What?!" "Speedos?" "Why? What's wrong with Speedos? You know like most of the world wears them for swim wear? Seriously, back in the motherland of Spain, that's what they all wear up and down the public beaches." "Maybe in Spain, but seriously they leave almost nothing to the imagination.... es....especially for someone who... recently had a growth spurt. .... .... ...Which apparently hit everywhere on you." Cris kind of looked down at himself questionably. "What do you mean apparently hit everywhere on you. I don't look anywhere worse than you do in your underwear. You're not a light packer yourself, you know." Cris got up and wrapped a towel around his waist and then picked up the empty platters. "I don't look that big." "You don't look that small either. You might not be the biggest man on Earth, but I know you're not small or small side of average." "Well I don't look that big soft." "Oh, bullshit! You do, too. You're about...what?....five inches soft?" "You've tried to figure out how much I've got?" "No! I only just took an approximated guess from memory of gym class. Remember I am an artist, so I can kind of figure out a human's dimensions off the top of my head." "Well, you're slightly off. I'm four and half soft." "Teh... only a half an inch off." "Well still, you've got to be bigger." "Like it makes a difference to you? And yes...but only half an inch. I'm five inches soft." "Great, probably a grower and a shower too." "A little bit, but it's not like it doubles in size or anything. And like you have any room to talk. I remember Andy used to talk about yours all the time, swelling and growing to great proportions. To listen to him talk, you'd swear you had a foot long dong." "Well, I don't grow that much either. I'm only seven and half erect." "Oh... well.... uhm....see that's a bit larger than many, so you have nothing to complain about." "You're getting awfully quiet and stammering there." "Nope..." Cris turned towards the door as if ready to take the platters in. "Come on, out with it. You've gotten bigger than me there as well, haven't you? Let me guess you are the epitome of 'the shoe size minus two' theory aren't you?" "Fourteen? You think my cock grows from five to fourteen inches? An eleven inch erection spurt?" "Well, you've gone from size nine and half to size sixteen shoes, and five foot eight to..." "I am NOT king donkey dong! But if you're going to have a hissy fit about it and must know, it is eight inches." "Eight inches!?" "Oh for Pete's sake. It's only half an inch." Cris was blushing and flushing at the same time. He couldn't believe his best friend was so upset over the fact that he was now bigger than him, but deep inside there was part of him that was tremendously turned on. The fact that during sad moments Ted had held him in his arms and Cris could feel how much bigger than himself Ted was, feel the width of Ted's wide shoulders... even wider than most men who stood six foot three and without any real athletic training. Or the fact of how Ted used to stand up to dwarf some guys who were giving Cris trouble and make them back off. Now, he could do it on his own. And those facts bothered Ted. The realization of those facts bothering Ted made Cris' heart skip a beat and turned him on so he sprung an erection in his Speedos which threatened to snap the loose tuck job of the towel and make it fall off. "I'm going to go ahead and go to bed. You coming inside?" Ted started to stand up, but then quickly sat down, realizing that for some reason, the discussion of how big they were and that his best friend was now slightly bigger than him had made him pop a boner. He couldn't let Cris see that. "Uhm no. I think I'm going to sit and relax a little longer. Airplane flights are so uncomfortable for tall people. aha... if you don't already know that, you soon will. I'm going to soak my back a little longer." "Alright. The red button turns the bubbles off; the yellow one the jets. Put the cover back over the tub, fasten it, and then bring in the pitchers and the fixin's inside, otherwise the local raccoon family around here will grab the fruit and wash it in the hot tub." "Ok... g'night..." "Night..." "And hey, Cris." "Yes." "You can stop now. I'm thrilled you've gotten taller, and it's ok that you're taller than me...by an inch, but no more, you. Don't go growin' into a giant on me." Cris suddenly felt a tingling sensation all in his stomach which spread throughout his whole body and he smiled a little smirk. "Why...are you afraid I'm gonna start calling you 'Tedito?'" Ted sat in shocked silence as his cock surged even more rigid under the water and his full swim trunks. "Night, Ted." *************************************************************************** After the Christmas visit, it was about eight months before Ted and Cris could see each other again. Ted once again flew in to take a couple of vacation weeks, but this time Cris drove to the airport to meet him. He texted Ted and told him he'd be sitting in the luggage area waiting for him. Ted walked into the luggage claim area and immediately saw Cris from afar, sitting slightly slouched in the chair, his long legs and big feet extended out. Ted chuckled to himself thinking, "Well, he's gotten used to that 'tall man's sitting position' now." Making a 'one moment' gesture, Ted made a mad dash towards the conveyor belt seeing his suitcases were the first two coming out. After retrieving them, he approached Cris with a smile, but looked down at Cris's legs, which seemed a little long, but his focus really took notice of Cris' feet in his sandals. "Hey there." "Hey, yourself, bro. How was the flight?" "Boring as usual. It's a cheap airline so they don't go out of their way to entertain. New sandals?" "Yeah...." "They look good. Normally you're not caught dead in a pair of them." "Well, I have developed an affinity for sandals as of late. They don't make my feet...uhm.... as warm and sweaty as regular tennis shoes do." "Uh-huh....my bullshit detector is going off. You're wearing them because you're feet were still growing and they didn't confine them as much. They kind of looked bigger than I remember and now that I'm standing here close to you, I can pretty much say you're beginning to dwarf my feet. I mean look at them... you're feet are taking up about one and an eighth of the floor tile which are probably twelve by twelve square. Out with it." "Aha...yeah.... well....Ted...and SS Theodore and SS James, I'd like to introduce you to the Queen Mary and Queen Elizabeth, my feet. Size twenty one." "Size twenty-one!" "Shhhhh! Ted... geeze don't need to get so excited." "No need to get excited... You're feet have gone up eleven and half sizes within a year, year and a half. I mean good gawd. How big are they?" "Fourteen and a third inches long." "Why are your feet still growing? Do you need to get this looked at medically?" "They're ah.... ....they're..... they're still growing because....." And Cris stood up from his chair and continued to stand up and up. Cris standing all the way up, Ted suddenly discovered he now stood only as tall as Cris' nose and mouth. Then he had a flashback; this was the same way he once looked to Cris. Cris originally only came up to Ted's mouth or so. "Oh....my...ga....how....?" "Six foot ten." "Six ten! Geeze what are you feeding yourself?" "Come on we can discuss this on the ride home." The pair strode through the airport. Ted began to notice how many people were looking at them. He was used to some looks being, 6' 4", but it was never as many as Cris was now experiencing. Not only that, but Ted noticed Cris was trying to stick towards the center of the walkway because most of the signs were on the sides, and those signs, almost every single one of them, he was no having to go around or duck under them in order to simply walk through the airport. Reaching the outside Ted started to walk across to get to the parking garage, but Cris called out his name and motioned him to come stand by the valet station. "Since when do you have your car parked by someone?" "Only just recently. ... .... Since I out grew the height distance between floor and ceiling cross beams of most parking garages by anywhere between four to two inches. I look pretty odd bobbing up and down walking through them." "Of course....." The car arrived Cris tipped the driver and took his keys. Ted watched after he placed his luggage in the back seat. Cris didn't get into the car immediately. He had to adjust the seat, putting it almost all the way back and then still had trouble getting his legs in due to his large feet which didn't really fit in the floor space. Finally in, the pair drove off for the house. Ted tried to keep his attention on the conversation, but it was being pulled away at the sight and size of his best friend. Cris was wearing a royal blue short-sleeved polo shirt and a pair of ivory men's Capri's, which kind only made him look even taller and bigger. Ted was overwhelmed by the sight of how broad Cris was plus how full his muscles seemed to be. He wasn't huge by any means, but had most definitely begun to fill out just a little, with a hint of the blood line running across the top of his biceps which were beginning to form the ball shape that makes it stick out with the slight hump when unflexed. Cris' calves looked a little fuller, harder as well, grabbing a hold of the Capri hems in similar fashion as to how the arms were grabbing the sleeve ends of the polo. That polo which was being stretch just a titch by a forming chest and maybe the hint of v from the back and lats. Finally Ted interrupted Cris' blathering about work conditions or the fact that any office chair was beginning to feel exceptionally uncomfortable and how his cubicle desk needed to be raised to accommodate the height of his knees. "Well, you're looking a bit bigger, frame wise, since the last time I saw you. Working out seems to have agreed with you." "Yeah... the doctors say it might be a sign of me finally slowing down." "Slowing down?!?" "Stopping. Stopping....Since I'm filling out now, I'm probably not going to grow anymore." "Well, good." "Good?" "So what do you weight now?" "Well... and you have to realize although part of it is muscle, a lot of it has to do with my height, but I currently weigh in at a little over two-hundred sixty-three pounds." "Wow...getting back to that three hundred mark." "Yeah...but this time at a foot and two inches taller and with a leaner more muscular build." "I'll say. You're arms are beginning to look pretty good there. Done measurements yet?" "Yeah. Have to take measurements at the start of the program, although we me in order to figure out my progress they have to calculate from my old height to this new one. But they're currently just under 18.25" around, which would be around like 16.25" for you." The two continued to talk a bit about Cris' continued growth, working out. When suddenly Ted started playfully, or not, slugging Cris' right side shoulder. "You....were.....not....supposed....to grow....any....bigger!" "What?....HEY! ..... Ted.... Al diablo! you're gonna cause us to have an accident. What is wrong with you?" "Nothing.... it's just... it's gonna take some getting used to the fact that you're now seven inches taller than me. One inch was hard enough. After all those years of being like the big brother to you, suddenly you're equal to my height, just an inch taller, and now you're beginning to tower over me at seven inches taller. And then you said something earlier about you slowing... like the doctors have said you might still be growing. Well you're not. You can stop." Cris got that tingly sensation in his stomach that radiated out through his body again. The fact that Ted seemed so bothered by this was making him extremely turned on. "Oh no... not now.... not now..." thought Cris' as the thoughts made him extremely horny and began to activate his cock. Cris had to hope that his best friend in the world wouldn't notice what was happening down the left pants leg of his Capri's. His cock was inflating and inflating to a goodly size. Cris attempted to stare at the road and pay attention to every car to get his friend's exasperation off his mind and hopefully cause his dick to deflate. Suddenly Ted shouts, "A medida que!" "What?" "Dios Mio!" "WHAT? QUE!?" "What the hell is that in your pants?!" "Dios! Why are you looking at it?" "How can you miss it? Don't tell me that is a roll of quarters you use to attract guys because that is a bit longer and quite thicker than a roll of quarters." "It's my cock, alright? Yes... it has grown too, and I keep it down my pants leg so it doesn't hurt when it inconveniently becomes erect. It's just like I'm back in grade school and junior high. I could be in the middle of work thinking on designing a sign, stage set, or something like that and despite my concentration being focused on flat dimensions or paint choices, my cock just suddenly springs to life." "It springs a good fuckin' foot! You're like porn star size there." "Auuuuugh... Alto! Cállate! You're complaints are only making it worse and throb more erect, if that's possible. Quit making a fuss about or get out and take a hike." "Sorry... it's just... there. It's a bit impressive." "If I tell you what it is now, will that quiet you down?" "I don't know. It's just a bit upsetting to watch your best friend whom you've know as this small kind of guy for years suddenly grow into a tall porn star." "You're just upset because you can't call me Crisito anymore without it looking funny, especially since now it's going to be hard to find someone also named Cristóbal and is taller than six foot ten. Well get used to it. I'm just plan Cris, Cristóbal now or you'll have to start calling me Crisón." "Sorry. I'm just not used to being the shorter guy. I know I'm not that tall, but I'm still usually taller than most guys I meet. I was used to kind of being a big brother to you and now, you're tall, getting built, I kind of feel useless. I'm sorry." "Look, you will always be my best friend. My brother from another mother. I still respect you and won't treat you any differently. You don't need to be upset over this." "I know. But I'm also scared for you. This is a little unheard of someone growing so much at age twenty-three. I mean I know they say men can grow up until around age twenty-five, but that's pretty rare, even more rare to grow fourteen inches." "Well, I'm fine. I've got doctors looking into it and they say I'm okay, so can you, we be okay about this too?" "Yeah... we can....so go ahead." "Go ahead and what, grow?" "No... If I'm going to accept this, I might as well be emasculated the entire way. You're big enough not just in height but other ways to attract size queens aren't you?" "Oh...that... yeah..... uhm.....ten and three-fourths." "Ten and three fourths inches!?! People are going to think your mom made out with a donkey!" Suddenly Cris became instantly hard again, although he secretly smiled about it this time. ********************************************************************** After their summer vacation, ten months went by before Cris and Ted could see each other again. This time Cris flew down to visit Ted. Ted was waiting for him at the luggage carousel, when he began to see folks from Cris' flight. More importantly he began to hear all of them commenting. "Did you notice how tall he was? I'm surprised he wasn't a part of the NBA. With that height, I'd certainly be playing professional basketball." "Not just the height, but he's got a good start of a muscular build. If I were a pro coach, I'd try to pick him for the NFL, pro football. Build a little more mass on him and he could be a whole defensive line himself." "Where do they find shoes to fit him? Did you see those flippers of his? Good lord. What are they feeding kids these days?" Ted swallowed hard and turned to face the direction all these people were coming from. He stood there watching the doorway they entered through and then suddenly his heart did a leap. There, approaching the door from the other side, was a man who looked as though he might dwarf the doorway. Was it Cris? At six foot ten Cris would just have to slightly tilt his head in order to walk through. This guy...this guy looks like he may have to bend over forward and twist sideways to get through. Once at the door, the man did indeed prove to be somewhere around half a foot taller than the doorway or the door frame. The man's shoulders rose above the door way just a titch. After bending down and twisting a little, the head that came through rose up and above the door frame was indeed Cris'. "My gawd." whispered Ted in awe. Cris came walking forward with his carry on case in hand, something that was beginning to look a little small compared to and for him. He was in a pair of basketball style shorts, and a t-shirt, both of which were beginning to look somewhat tightly stretched across his body. The legs of the shorts were tightly draped across some thighs of size and hung over some calves of decent build as well. The chest muscles pulled the t-shirt broadly and were beginning to be two hanging crescents. There was definitely a v shape forming down to a taper of a tight waist, the only place where the t-shirt was hanging loosely. The sleeves of the shirt had two problems to deal with one was the biceps and triceps, both of which were becoming more developed and sticking, mounding, out from the arm predominantly. but the back of this tall, tall man was much wider than t-shirts of this size were used to and so it pulled the sleeves up and into the hard rounding form of the delts. All together this man was looking like something between a tall swimmer and light personal trainer. The giant approached Ted, smiled, and embraced him in an engulfing hug. "Mi hermano!" "Yeah...uhm.....caga....Cris....no Crisón. You grew...again!" "Yeah... while we're waiting for my luggage, let's stand over here and let me go ahead and give you all of the basics. ... ... ... Brace yourself. I am now seven feet four inches tall." "Son of a bitch!" "Shhhh!" "Good gawd, bro. You're now a foot taller, just over a foot taller than I am. Holy cow... I don't even actually come up to your shoulders; I'm just underneath the top of them." "I know... I know... so I'm seven foot four inches tall. I wear a size twenty-seven shoe and I weigh in now at three hundred and fifty two pounds. My upper arms are twenty-one and three fourth inches around which if it was that build on your height would be about eighteen and a half inches around." "This is... I just.... I mean....wow.... and when did artistic you start wearing basketball shorts?" "Since number one, I grew again into tall basketball player size, and two, I kind of need something long but not as tight as Capri's or jeans to uhm....help hide something." "Hide what?" Cris gave Ted a "you know" kind of look. "Oh....OH! Oooooh my....what is it up to now? Are you going to rip lovers apart?" "It's possible..." "It's possible?!?" "Let's just say that I've knocked Jonah Falcon off the top of the podium." "You've knocked... how much is it?" "Fourteen and a third." "FOUR HMMMMM MMRFFFF" Cris put his now much larger hand over Ted's mouth, but actually covered about half his face from ear to ear. "Shush... we don't need to make that announcement to the entire passenger list." "This is crazy....I thought the doctors said you were slowing down." "I know... I know... I'm still in good health. It doesn't seem to be affecting my internal organs, my nervous system, my brain, or my joints. I seem to be growing into a big, big man. We've already checked for brain tumors, hidden radiation, gamma rays." Cris chuckled. "This isn't a joking matter, Cris." "I know. I know. I'm doing everything I can to monitor it and get check-ups and all of that, but no one has been able to figure out why I've grown so much." "Well, eight inches was one thing. ... Twelve could possibly be considered just a simple one thing along with the eight inches, but twenty inches? That's almost a two foot growth spurt. No one has that except like, Robert Wadlow or Goliath." "Yeah, but I'm tired of dealing with the doctors right now. They got me scheduled to be with all these specialists. It's going to make my working life hell as I try to balance out that schedule with their appointments, plus all the blood tests they want to run. I just want to forget about it, in as much as I can, and spend time with my buddy. " and Cris bent down and picked Ted up in a big bear hug. "GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! My best bud, and just have fun on our birthday, relax, and maybe even take a break from all the roving eyes and phone snapped pictures." "You don't sound too stressed out about that." "No... I'm kind of enjoying the attention. I used to feel so overlooked and now, it's like nobody can keep their eyes off of me. Almost like how you used to get looks and stares coming into a room, just a little more. You come by the rail system like I asked?" "Yeah, why?" "I rented a car. A truck to be exact. I didn't think your car was going to feel comfortable. You be amazed how much room these two legs take." "Three legs." "What? Oh...hahahahahaha. You're funny." "Not hardly, you realize that measurement is like the length of my entire thigh? Maybe plus part of the knee. It's not really a joke when I say, 'three legs.'" "Well, come on then, Mr. Jokester. Let's get the truck and go find a bar to party. In fact, I'd love to find one that's willing to place the bar tab as a bet on how much I can drink. You'd be surprised how many folks can't figure out the equation of mass to height to blood alcohol ratio correctly. Especially since, my weight is lean muscle mass." "Lean muscle mass, huh?" "If you were built like me with arms eighteen and half inches around and waist board stomach like this...." and Cris lifted up his shirt at the bottom a small bit. "Holy shit! You're ripped as hell!" "Like I said, you were built like me, you'd begin to discuss 'lean mass.'" After picking up the rental truck, the two drove off towards Ted's house. Ted having two problems: one the fact that the truck only had a bench seat in the front and with that seat pushed all the way back, he had a little trouble reaching the pedals, and two, when Cris crossed his right leg over his left knee, there was Cris' huge sandaled foot, all sixteen and third inches of it taking up space and almost right next to Ted's face to do so. Now Ted shifted nervously in his seat, hoping his cargo shorts wouldn't reveal what was happening underneath them. "You okay, Ted? You look a little tense." "I'm fine. I just worried about you. For you. " "I told you, I'm fine. I've got doctors looking into this." "I know you said that, and I know you're doing it, it's just this could lead to really serious health issues. I was joking before...I really don't mind the fact that you've grown, although it does take some getting used to, especially having grown this much. Shit, I've got a super hero for a best friend now. Although I won't mention it for the rest of the vacation, this time I'm serious, dude...you can stop. No more. You're big enough to be healthy for both of us and could probably get a contract with some professional sports team." Cris smiled a little bit of a cocky grin and replied while flexing his arm, "Which one?" "Smug son of a... any one....Damn, maybe you could play for two like Bo Jackson did." ***************************************************************************** Six months or so after their birthday, Cris and Ted decided to meet up for Christmas as once again Ted couldn't fly with his parents overseas while Cris' parents decided to see their mom's parents in Puerto Rico and then join Ted's parents in Spain to visit his father's parents. The stay would be too long for either Cris or Ted to go. Ted arrived at the bus station to pick Cris up. Apparently some snafu happened in getting his flight tickets to Florida and it being the holiday season almost everything was booked solid. The best he could do was to take a couple extra days off to pay and book for a bus ride down. Ted decided to wait and kind of pace outside while he waiting for Cris' bus to arrive. Ted thought to himself. "I feel so sorry for him. All cramped in those bus seats. As short a distance they are from each other, he's got to be eating his knees. Not to mention width... would he have to buy two seats in order to sit comfortably? NBA team busses usually have very wide and spaced seats. Glad thing you decided to rent the cargo van for the next couple of weeks. And shit... what if his weight gain is still happening from his workouts?" "Seven foot four tackle..." Ted laughed and whispered softly to himself. It was then that he noticed a bus coming in that seemed to be riding very low as if it were some kind of custom job or riding in on all four flat tires. A man from the offices came out and stood at the area where the bus was to park. It came to a stop, the doors opened, and the driver, without intercom, was heard to bellow. "Ok... you! Off! Now!" The man from the office stepped up to the door. "Driver Miller. You haven't lowered the buss into position for disembarking yet. You can't tell a pass...." "He don't need it! This man has caused problems with the system since he boarded. I don't mean to say we need to biased against big people, but when it comes to the weight standards and safety of all passengers during travel they need to purchase tickets as though they were two people! We might have been fine if a couple of people hadn't been on, but we had a full passenger list with all their luggage, and his added weight began to wear the bus out. I mean look at what he's done to the support chassis!" The man from the office stepped back to look at the bus and saw how low it was to the road. "It's a problem with the hydraulics. You should have called it so we could have had someone look at it and a replacement bus driven to your location to meet you somewhere." "It wouldn't have mattered. He'd have done the same thing to another...." "Miller! Now isn't the time to talk about it. Lower the buss so he and the other passengers can disem...." "It's ok sir, I really don't need the buss to be lowered and I don't mind getting off first. I need to stretch my legs." "GOOD GAWD ALMIGHTY! You don't need to stretch your legs you need to shrink them!" The higher ranking employed stepped away from the door as a semi-hulking silhouette of a figure could be seen walking towards the door. Once there he bent down deeply at the waist, twisted at the waist to get his head and shoulders out the door and then the rest of him stepping off the bus. The bus stayed still for a moment and then suddenly kind of popped up a bit like one of those old fashioned spring head toys. The other passengers, bus driver, and office employee all gave a small, astonished shout when the bus popped up. Cris looked down at the office employee and said softly, "Sorry about that." Cris then stood all the way up and turned his body into full front alignment; Ted nearly dropped at the sight. Cris' head rose up and up the side of the bus. While most people usually came up to, just below, or just above the half way mark of the bus' Eleven foot seven inch bus height, Cris we a bit beyond that. In fact it looked almost if there was only a fourth of the bus height left between the top of Cris' head and the roof of the bus. It looked even worse, so to speak, when he stood up all the way and faced fully forward for his shoulders, back, chest, lats, well, the entirety of him completely blocked the view of the doorway. If one didn't know these busses one would swear there wasn't a door to get in or out of, looking at it through Cris. Cris was wearing a muscle shirt that looked very tightly stretched across his pectoral muscles, which were losing the crescent shape and looking more like full platters. The neck, shoulders, and chest all caused strain upon the neck opening, stretching it out more into an oval than a round hole, and the kind of stretch that looked as though the shirt would never regain its shape from. His traps were beginning to mound and rise, his shoulders were getting rounder, harder, and wider along with his back. There was definitely a thick, wide, v being formed by his back and lats that tapered down into a much narrower waist. But even the waist area looked like it might cling a little as one could see the abdominal definition through the cloth, and the shirt hem didn't quite meet Cris' waist band of his basketball shorts. So if one couldn't see the definition through the lower part of the shirt, one could see the lowest row of abdominal muscles peeking through between the shirt bottom and pant's waistband. Ted had to adjust his stance, for even as far away as he was he could see Cris' shirt become a little tighter as his nipples began to poke ever harder through the fabric. Even though he had come down to Florida, it can still get somewhat chilly sometimes at night around Christmas time, and tonight it was brisk and as the air caused goose bumps on Cris' skin, it caused his nipples to become erect. But there were other reasons to make certain parts of Ted's anatomy snap to attention. He noticed that the basket ball shorts, the kind of shorts that had been made baggy and to hang down to the bottom of the knees of most basketball players did just that on Cris, yet didn't. The shorts didn't hang so baggy, but slightly snug, definitely showing off the shape of Cris' very full and wide thighs, his bubble butt, his taut hamstring. Not only that, but they also didn't originally hang as low as Cris' knees now. Ted could tell, despite finding fabric that matched in color, it didn't match in fabric style and Cris' shorts had been added to, extended to fit down to his knees. Although the shorts were snug, Ted didn't see any tell tale signs of something snaking down his short legs. No wonder, for when Cris' turned slightly to the side, Ted could see a very ample basket that there was no hiding unless Cris stood straight on, forward facing one. "Dios mio, tan enorme..." Ted whispered breathlessly. Suddenly Cris' feet began to move and they looked even more enormous, and slightly odd for the sandals he was wearing looked to be made out of straps of leather attached to a solid wood block sole that had been cut and sanded to shape. His arms moved with and against the swing of his legs and they bunched and swelled with muscle size, thickness, vascularity, striation. More and more they seemed to bulge power and strength. Over all Cris was beginning to look like an amateur bodybuilder, except he was so much taller. Soon he reached the spot where Ted was standing. "Uhm...Ted?" "Ted...ito...." Ted whispered as he stared just below Cris' pecs, realizing his head only came about half way up Cris' chest. "Nothing. Sorry. Cris! It's...uhm....good to see you." and Ted Chuckled. "You're freaked out again as I've grown more." "You could say that. Just a bit taken back." "Well I can tell you, if this keeps up....AAAHHHHH" said Cris while he bent sideways and backwards stretching his legs and back. "I will never again take a bus ride. There is no room for me. The ceilings are too short when I have to stand up, I'm like a foot taller than them." "A foot taller?!" "And my feet... when I was in a seat, even with my feet flat footed and my legs straight up, knees at my chin, not exactly but close, my poor feet went past my area, under the seat in front of me, and I think they were touching the heels of the person in front of me." "Good ni..... speaking of which, did you decide to make your shoes into or out of actual boats? Am I correct those are just wooden blocks for soles?" "Uhm.... yeah... well... it's getting a bit hard to find my shoe size so sometimes I... I need to improvise." "Dios mio, Cris!" "While we're waiting for them to unload the bags do you want an update?" "Yeah.... cause I might need to try and trade the van I rented for a panel truck." "You better sit down on this bench." "oh... gawd!" "Ok... I'm....seven feet ten and half inches tall now." "Caga." "I weigh four-hundred sixty-eight and a half pounds, and that would be because my muscles have gotten larger not just proportionately but per strength and development. My upper arm last time at your height would've been eighteen and half inches around. Now it would be twenty inches." "And at your height?" "They're twenty-five and a fourth inches around." "And your feet?" "I wear a size 38 shoe..... 38 4E wide." "thirty....." "Which means my feet are twenty inches long by eight and a fourth inches wide." "And that freakin' basket?" "I had to wear everything up. It's grown too and as my thigh muscles have increased in size, even with the extension added to the shorts, they're too tight and show it off too well. Especially when..." "When you have an accidental erection. Those are still happening?" "Yeah." "If that's not under control, there's a good chance you still have enough hormones coursing through you to..." "To grow some more... I know. I'm not sure what to do. The doctor's aren't sure what to do. Everything they've tried isn't working. On one hand I feel great. SUPER! Energized. Strong. But at the same time, I'm too much. I've had to order custom made furniture, clothes are getting impossible to find height, width, fullness wise. Then...then there's... the dating aspect." Cris bent down and whispered harshly to Ted. "Ted, I don't know what I'm going to do. I scared size queens. I mean I nearly scared them to death when I tried to date some and we got intimate." "You're that big?" "I'm.... that is it's....eighteen and third inches long." Ted would've collapsed to the ground if Cris' arm hadn't quickly gone around his waist and held him rock steady. Feeling his best friend's arm going around him almost as though he were a small child, feeling the strength, the size, the hardness and definition of Cris' arms with his body, sent erotic waves through Ted's body and he hoped and prayed silently in his mind that Cris could not feel his growing erection as he held him up. "You can stop. You've gotta stop. This is becoming an interruption in your life, a risk to your health. A risk to other's health. My gawd... you fuck a guy and it's gonna pop out of his mouth! Maybe it's a will thing, you're just gonna have to tell yourself, 'You can stop!'" Ted wished he could tell his cock the same thing, but it wouldn't listen if he did. The luggage finally unloaded, they got into the van, Cris having to ride in the back, and headed to Ted's house. Once there, the activities to help celebrate and take Cris' minds off of things, to help both Ted and Cris celebrate, only turned Ted on more and more. First Cris laid out on the couch to keep his legs stretched out instead of having to bend them. His head was at one end on the arm rest, his feet... his feet were nearly two feet past the other arm rest. His legs were sticking out beyond the couch from the middle of his calves and shins to his feet. This was bad enough, but Cris had kicked off his sandals so sticking out there, in the middle of the air were his ginormous feet, that Ted just couldn't help but see and secretly wish he could caress, fondle, and rub. Then came one of the bigger turn ons of all. Not thinking about it, Ted went to get the step stool to help put the star on top of the seven and a half foot tall tree, but there was Cris standing four inches taller than it. He didn't need the foot stool, which wouldn't have helped as between Cris' feet and his weight the thing probably would've been decimated. Instead Cris just grabbed the top of the tree easily, tilted it a little, and slipped the star onto the top. All night long Ted kept watching as everyday things appeared to suddenly shrink or become so small next to Cris. Watching the hulking form attempt to move from room to room while twisting, turning, ducking, flexing, Ted became glad when they two decided it was time for bed. Later that night Ted went walking past Cris' room to get to the bathroom. The door was ajar and the moonlight was streaming through the window. Cris was on the floor, having pulled the mattress off the bed, piled a few pillows off of one end, then laid out bed sheets across them all. Ted's dog, which always seemed to adore Cris had come in and pulled most of the quilt off of Cris' form, making a little pile and bed for himself near Cris' feet. This meant that the streaming moonlight was now caressing Cris' well built, male, nude form. The light highlighting all the rising mounds and bulges of each and every muscle on Cris' body, while helping to cause deep dark shadows into the crevices and valleys of the same. But there... just beyond the edge of the quilt his dog pulled slightly off of Cris, there was the tubular mound of Cris' penis. Cris was lying on his back, hands above his head, slumbering peacefully, perhaps joyfully away. His cock was caressed by a shaft of moonlight creating a long, luminescent highlight along his flaccid prick that was laying straight, head upward along his lower torso. Ted followed this highlight from Cris' crotch to about an inch, maybe two just below Cris' navel. "Hmmmmm ooooh...." Ted looked further up Cris' body. His eyes weren't opening, and his hands weren't moving, but the smile was spreading a little wider across his face. Ted realized Cris was having an erotic dream and as Cris shifted slightly and moaned in his sleep, Ted watched as Cris' cock began to stir and move. It lurched just a little bit bigger, then lurched just a little more, becoming thicker also in the process, but then it just began to stretch, to ooze, to easily and smoothly inflate and grow....Grow....GROW! It attempted to rise and rise up becoming a large monolith rising from Cris' nether region, but its length and thickness proved too much for the physics and instead it rose at an angle from Cris' body and hovered over his belly button. Ted nearly gasped when he realized how much it had grow to become erect and that if pressed down against Cris' torso, the end of Cris' schlong would touch a couple of inches above Cris' navel. "Foot and half indeed." thought Ted to himself. Then Cris began to stir a little more out of control. His hips began to buck slightly. His head began to tilt back, raising his chin slightly into the air. His mouth began to open just a sliver as his moans became slightly higher and louder. More and more he gyrated and moaned while his eyes flashed faster and faster in REM sleep. Suddenly Cris gasped slightly and Ted brought his eyes to where Cris' cock head was and he watched as that head and the rest of Cris' schlong shaft swelled ever thicker, longer, and harder and then released a stream of moonlit highlighted spoo the soared glow in the dark like across the air to splatter the slumbering Cris on his chin, neck, and chest. Two, three, four, five, six more ropes of spunk volleyed out of Cris leaving a trail of spoo from mouth to navel. Ted stood there transfixed nearly on the verge of creaming in his underwear until he heard a kind of gurgle waking sound out of Cris and he bolted for the bathroom. Shutting the door as quietly as he could, he sat down on the edge of the bath tub while pulling his cock out. It throbbed so hard and his balls suddenly ached for release as if denied the ability to do so for years. Thinking he heard a sound from the hallway, he suddenly flipped himself into the tub, sucking in a sharp intake of air as the cold enameled surface made contact with his body. Using his foot to kick the one knobbed faucet on, he prayed the water would be neither too cold or too hot when it came spraying out of the shower head. Luckily it was perfect and Ted grabbed a bottle of shampoo and wasted about half of it as he brought his wiener back to full erection and proceeded to whack it off until he had spewed the largest load of his life, nearly passing out and falling asleep in the shower.
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El asunto comenzĂł cuando Ramiro me regalĂł unos calzoncillos blancos de slip. Ramiro y yo Ă©ramos amigos desde la secundaria. El dĂa que habĂa decidido irme a vivir solo, Ă©l se encontraba en la misma situaciĂłn asĂ y me dijo de alquilar un departamento con tres ambientes y compartir los gastos. Me pareciĂł una buena idea y asĂ fue: a los pocos meses encontramos un departamento enorme que podĂamos pagar entre los dos. Ramiro era gay, pero eso a mĂ nunca me habĂa importado. Al parecer yo no era el tipo de chabĂłn que a Ă©l le gustaba, lo cual no complicaba el asunto entre nosotros. Pero como decĂa, el asunto comenzĂł cuando Ramiro me regalĂł unos calzoncillos blancos de slip. En verdad el asunto era un chiste que Ă©l me habĂa hecho. —Te quedarĂan bien unas slipetas blancas —me dijo. Entonces para mi cumpleaños, a modo de chiste, me regalĂł unos calzoncillos de esos. Nos reĂmos y eso fue todo. Ramiro era un chaboncito muy gracioso, medĂa 1,40 lo cual lo volvĂa una suerte de ratita. Era flaco como un fideo y siempre decĂa que tenĂa el cuerpo de un chico de doce años. No le molestaba ser tan chiquito, es más, siempre decĂa que le gustaba ser asĂ porque le gustaban los hombres mas grandes que Ă©l y bueno, no era muy dificil ser mas grande que Ă©l. Yo tampoco era un gigante, mido 1.70, algo bastante normal. Iba al gimnasio para no volverme una ameba y me cuidaba en las comidas, pero solo eso. Y resultĂł que un dĂa, antes de trabajar, cuando fui a buscar un calzĂłn descubrĂ que estaban todos sucios, excepto el que Ramiro me habĂa regalado. Me lo puse para salir del paso y descubrĂ que no eran tan incĂłmodos como habĂa imaginado. Ese dĂa me sentĂ super energizado, como si tuviera una suerte de alegrĂa o algo. Las chicas de la oficina me dijeron que me veĂan muy bien, incluso me preguntaron si estaba ejercitando. La verdad era que me sentĂa muy bien y bastante caliente. Esa misma tarde hablando con la recepcionista me di cuenta que me la estaba levantando y con una naturalidad que no sabĂa que tenĂa me la chamuyĂ© para llevarla a mi depto. Esa noche garchamos como conejos. Yo me sentĂa al palo. Esa semana fue toda asĂ, incluso en el gimnasio empecĂ© a levantar mas peso. TenĂa una energĂa interminable. En el espejo empecĂ© a notar que estaba mas musculoso y por alguna razon me empezĂł a gustar usar el slip de Ramiro. TambiĂ©n era verdad que cuando las chicas con las que me acostĂ© esa semana (fueron 3) me vieron usando eso me dijeron que les encantaba. AsĂ fue que me lo dejĂ© puesto. Lo lavaba cada vez que me bañaba, dormĂa desnudo y al dĂa siguiente estaba seco. Ustedes se preguntarán que pasĂł. No tengo la menor idea, pero empecĂ© a crecer. Fue una locura, era algo de no creer. Mis mĂşsculos se inflaron hasta el punto de que la ropa me empezĂł a quedar apretada. Pero no solo fueron mis mĂşsculos sino que tambien empecĂ© a crecer en altura. AsĂ fue como al mes de estar usando la slipeta medĂa 1.75 y pesaba 80kilos. PeguĂ© una espalda de la puta madre y mis brazos se volvieron enormes. Me sentĂa una bestia. Y como si fuera poco la pija me empezĂł a crecer. Yo no entendĂa que estaba pasando, pero la sensaciĂłn era genial. Me sentĂa superman y tenĂa el cuerpo de superman. Me empezĂł a pasar que ni bien llegaba a casa querĂa sacarme la remera.Yo nunca habĂa sido asĂ de andar sin remera, pero ahora sentĂa que querĂa estar asĂ, solo con la slipeta. Me causaba gracia que Ramiro no me podĂa sacar los ojos de encima. Me daba cuenta de que me miraba hacer el más mĂnimo movimiento. Mis nuevos mĂşsculos lo volvĂan loco. Y pasĂł que me empezĂł a gustar que me mirara lo grande que estaba. Y para mi sorpresa el asunto de crecer no habĂa terminado. ReciĂ©n empezaba. Cada dĂa que pasaba yo estaba no solo más alto sino con mĂşsculos más grandes, era como que me estaba inflando con cada dĂa que pasaba. A los dos meses ya medĂa 1.80 y pesaba 95kilos. En el trabajo las minas estaban locas con mis mĂşsculos. Se la pasaban tocándome y diciendo lo bueno que estaba. Durante esa Ă©poca me la pasĂ© garchando, casi todos los dĂas llevaba una mina nueva y la hacĂa mierda en mi cama. TenĂa la pija enorme, me habĂa convertido en un semental. Pero a las minas les encantaba que tuviera el pecho tan grande, era verdad. Mis pectorales se habĂan inflado y eran dos montañas gigantes llenas de fuerza. Me costaba encontrar remeras que me entraran. En casa andaba todo el dĂa en slipeta. Todo mi cuerpo musculoso quedaba al aire. Ramiro no podĂa sacarme los ojos de encima, pero no se animaba a decir nada. Yo lo veĂa ahĂ debajo mio moviĂ©ndose alrededor como una ratita alrededor de un queso gigante y me morĂa de risa. Cada dĂa lo veĂa mas chiquito y flacucho, pero en verdad era que yo me estaba volviendo mas grande y musculoso. EmpezĂł a pasar que mis hombros se volvieron tan enormes y mi espalda tan ancha que tenĂa que girar para pasar por las puertas y a los tres meses habĂa crecido tanto que me tenĂa que agachar para pasar por las puertas. Mi pija se habĂa vuelto una anaconda de veinte centĂmetros flácida, pero que crecĂa hasta medio metro. La slipeta me quedaba tan apretada que pija colgaba enorme con mis bolas llenas de semen. Me habĂa vuelto un gigante inmenso. Me causaba gracia ver como Ramiro intentaba ocultar su pijita parada cada vez que me veĂa caminar desnudo con todos mis enormes mĂşsculos al aire. Mis piernas eran dos troncos enormes llenos de fuerza y mĂşsculos. Cada una de mis piernas se habĂa vuelto mas ancha que su cuerpo. Mis biceps era mas grandes que su cabecita y mi pectorales eran tan grandes que me tenĂa que inclinar sobre ellos para verlo ahĂ debajo admirando mi enorme musculatura. A veces para joderlo, mientras cocinaba en calzones decĂa cosas como: —Uh, chabon, estoy re duro, no sabĂ©s como me cuesta moverme con estos mĂşsculos. —… —¿QuĂ© decĂs? —le preguntaba flexionando un brazo gigante que explotaba con un bicep enorme—¿Te parece que estoy suficientemente grande? Mirá este brazo. Soy una bestia. O a veces le contaba a las minas que me habĂa garchado la noche anterior. —Boludo, no sabĂ©s como estaban las minas ayer, se volvĂan locas por mi pecho. Me lamieron las tetas estas y me tocaron todo. Estaban locas por mis mĂşsculos. Me parece que cuanto mas grande me vuelvo más se excitan esas putas. Y cuando me las garcho acaban como cinco veces. Boludo, no sabĂ©s lo enorme que tengo la pija. Parezco un caballo. —… Al mes de eso peguĂ© un estirĂłn todavĂa mas grande. LleguĂ© al 1.90 y a los 120 kilos. Pero apenas tenĂa grasa y todos mis mĂşsculos eran enormes y duros. Me sentĂa Hulk, aunque tenĂa una cintura bastante chica lo cual acentuaba la forma de V de mi espalda. La slipeta todavĂa me entraba aunque los pelos de mis huevos asomaban por ambos lados y se veĂa el tamaño inmenso de mi poronga. De todos modos seguĂa sacándome la ropa al llegar a casa y Ramiro al verme corrĂa al baño. Yo me daba cuenta de que se pajeaba con solo verme caminar. Y la verdad que no podĂa culparlo. Mi cuerpo musculoso era impresionante. ParecĂa una estatua tallada en piedra toda gigante y musculosa. Mi pecho era inmenso, ancho y abultado. Mis brazos eran dos piedras enormes y mi espalda parecĂa un valle de mĂşsculos. Me habĂa vuelto un macho inmenso y super dotado. —¿QuĂ© decĂs, chabon? A que soy el hombre mas grande que viste tu vida. Mira el tamaño de mis mĂşsculos. A esa altura Ramiro me parecĂa un enano diminuto. Lo veĂa todo flaquito y chiquito que me causaba gracia como se movĂa alrededor de mis gigantezcos mĂşsculos. A veces sin querer me tocaba el cuerpo y yo me daba cuenta de que se estremecĂa a punto de acabar. Se la pasaba llendo al baño. Una noche despuĂ©s de cenar Ă©l se levantĂł con los platos y me di cuenta que ya era mas alto que Ă©l estando sentado. Le sacaba mas de una cabeza. —A ver, venĂ chabon, acercate —le dije. Me obedeciĂł temblando. No solo le pasaba a Ă©l, todo el mundo parecĂa obedecerme a cualquier cosa que dijera. Al parecer cuando te volvĂas asĂ de musculoso y grande la gente se sentĂa intimidada. —VenĂ, acercate, quiero ver cuanto mas grande soy. Me abrĂ de piernas y me sentĂ© derecho. Todo mi cuerpo musculoso brillaba y mi pija en la slipeta se abultaba gigante. HabĂa cogido toda la semana pero las ganas de seguir cogiendo no se me habĂan ido. Ramiro se acercĂł sosteniendo los platos. —Deja eso. Lo dejĂł sobre la mesa. —VenĂ, acercate más a mi cuerpo. Quiero ver lo enorme que soy. Se acercĂł hasta quedar a centĂmetros de mi pecho enorme. Mi cuerpo junto al suyo parecĂa todavĂa mas grande, de pronto sentĂa que mis mĂşsculos se endurecĂan como cuando entrenaba. Me estaba inflando solo de estar cerca de esa mierdita. —Creo que estoy un poco grande —dije y flexionĂ© mi brazo frente a su cara. Sus ojos se abriero como platos. —Sacate la remera. Temblando se sacĂł la remera. Ramiro era un flacucho diminuto y pálido sin un mĂşsculo. —ja, boludo, sos mĂnimo. No tenĂ©s ni un mĂşsculo. Mirá la diferencia de nuestro cuerpos,. Yo estoy todo enorme, mirame el pecho. VenĂ mas cerca. AsĂ, fijate lo grande que lo tengo. Mirame los hombros y los brazos. Estoy todo duro. Estoy super inflado. Ramiro estaba con la boca abierta viendo mi cuerpo cada vez mas grande, duro y brillante. Mi pecho parecĂa haberse duplicado de tamaño. Me sentĂa gigante. —Sacate el pantalĂłn —le dije y empecĂ© a acariciarme la pija debajo del calzĂłn. Me daba cuenta de que me habĂa crecido. Todo mi cuerpo estaba mucho mas grande. Me sentia gigante y fuerte. Capaz de levantar un auto con mis brazos musculosos. Ramiro se sacĂł el pantalĂłn y asomaron sus piernitas de gallina. Era apenas un palito. Su pijita parada era mas chica que mi dedo meñique. —Boludo, sos una mierdita. Mirá la diferencia de nuestros cuerpos. Soy como veinte veces mas grande que vos. Mirá el pecho que tengo. Estoy enorme. Boludo, Âży vos te crees un hombre con ese cuerpo? Esto es un hombre. Mira el cuerpo que tengo. FlexionĂ© ambos brazos y acabĂł apenas con un suspiro. —jaja, Âżacabaste de solo ver mis mĂşsculos? Que puto que sos. A ver mostrame esa pijita. Sacate el calzoncillo a si veo lo chiquita que tenĂ©s la pija. Se lo sacĂł. Era todavĂa más chica de lo que yo pensaba. —Jajaja, chabon, la tenĂ©s diminuta. Boludo, ÂżQuĂ© hacĂ©s con eso? Es un manĂ. Apuesto a que querĂ©s ver una pija en serio. ÂżQuerĂ©s ver el tamaño de mi poronga?ÂżQuerĂ©s ver la pija gigante que tengo? Apuesto que te moris de ganas de verme en pelotas. ÂżQuĂ© decĂs? QuerĂ©s ver todo mi cuerpo musculoso y mi pija gigante parada. Ramiro dijo que si. De los ojos le caĂan lágrimas. Me puse de pie despacio viendo como se achicaba debajo de mi pecho gigante. Él me veĂa cada vez mas grande y más alto. Con todos mis mĂşsculos brillando, enormes y duros. —Uh, chabon, estoy enorme. Me parĂ© y toquĂ© el techo con la cabeza. DebĂa medir más de dos metros. Mi mĂşsculos se habĂan inflado hasta la locura. Me bajĂ© la slipeta y pudo ver mi pija gigante y flacida asomando como la trompa de un elefante. EmpecĂ© a masturbarme con una mano mientras con la otra me tocaba los mĂşsculos. —Jaja, mirá el tamaño de mis mĂşsculos. Mirá el cuerpo de hombre gigante que tengo —mi pija se habĂa parado por la mitad y ya era mas grande y ancha que antes—. Mirá el hombre enorme en que se convirtiĂł tu amigo. Soy un dios, chabon, mirá mi pecho. Soy gigante. Mirá mis brazos enormes. Mirá mis piernas y mirá esta pija gigante que tengo. Era una cosa inmensa, una anaconda enorme, parada y dura. FlexionĂ© ambos brazos. —Mirá lo grande que estoy, putito enano, mirá al gigante de tu amigo musculoso. Siento que estoy creciendo de solo estar en bolas. ÂżQuĂ© decĂs, enano, soy lo suficientemente musculoso? Apuesto a que querĂ©s lamerme todo el cuerpo y tocarme los mĂşsculos. ÂżQuĂ© decĂs? ÂżMe querĂ©s chupar la pija gigante? Mirá este tronco que tengo. Soy un semental. Mi pecho se inflĂł de repente y mis brazos tambien. —uh, estoy enorme —dije. Mi espalda se volviĂł más ancha y mis piernas crecieron como jamones. De pronto estaba inflándome todo. Necesitaba garchar cuanto antes. Mis bolas se habĂan llenado de semen. —Es tu dĂa de suerte, enano, te voy a romper el culo de un buen pijazo —dije y mis mĂşsculos se inflaron más.
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