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Popular Post scarletic Posted March 7, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted March 7, 2020 PART 8b After the fiasco with Wes and Sammy, I needed to cool off. No way was I going in the ocean either—too much salt, hurts my eyes. So, of course, I headed to the pool. There, I was expecting to find Froy. On the way there, a number of my co-workers passed by on their way to the beach, smiles on their faces, totally unaware of what happened with Wes just moments ago. Thank god. The amount of gossip that sprung from Wes’ and Marcus’ rapid surges in size a few days before definitely garnered some attention. Just when I thought we finally got Wes under control, we lost him again. I hoped Sammy would be enough to stop Wes from doing something stupid. If he wasn’t, then, eh, we could always drain him again. But I can’t help but wonder why he grew so much more from one bout of cum this time than any of the times he’d drunk his own before. Was it because it was someone else’s? Or was it another reason completely? I couldn’t tell. Regardless, it was done. When I got to the pool area, there were surprisingly few people there, lounging on the poolside beds, enjoying a cocktail at the bar, and doing a couple of laps in the water. I walked around a bit to look for Froy—my big ol’ intern. As I was mindlessly walking around, I heard a woman’s voice call me. “Hey. Dory.” It was Lisa, Marcus’ girlfriend, sitting on a bed under a palm tree canopy with an oversized mimosa in her hands. It was good to see her again, a familiar face, especially considering I thought she was going to hole herself up in her room through the vacation. She was as beautiful as ever, except maybe the eyebags under her eyes. As usual, she was wearing red—a satin bikini that beautifully complemented her luscious blonde hair. “Come over here and chat with me,” she hollered. “I could use a little company.” So, I did. Who was I to keep a woman waiting? “Hey, Lisa. How’re you doing?” I walked over and sat on the bed next to her, sharing a smile with her. “I’m good so far, thanks for asking. It was good to get a break from Marcus and finally get some well-earned sleep if I do say so myself. What about you? How’s your day been? I don’t think it’s anywhere as dull as mine.” “Uh, y’know… the usual. Spent some quality time with my intern—“ She smirked, aggressively sipping her drink. “Private quality time.” I blushed. “Yep. And then I met the resort’s owner.” “Oh? Do tell. What was he like? Is he how I imagine him to be? Short, stubby, in his 60’s, probably wading through his third mid-life crisis in a row.” “Actually, he’s the same age as Wes. 31, I think. And he’s pretty tall too, 6’4”... 3”! I mean 6’3”.” Lisa crossed her legs and leaned ever closer. “Oh my, keep going. Were you able to tell what he’s into? A man as rich as he is must need an outlet for a little fun, right? I know just what to give a guy who thinks he’s got everything.” “He’s also very, very gay.” Lisa grunted and her eyes rolled to the back of her skull. “Ugh. Damn it. It was worth a shot, I s’pose. So is there a reason you came to the pool? Or are you just looking to have some fun?” “I was actually looking for Froy. Have you seen him? He told me he was going to be at the pool in the afternoon, but he isn’t here.” Another sip. “Ah, I think I may have seen him head into the dressing room with Avery a few minutes ago. Poor kid looked like he could barely walk! Your intern had to hold him up on the way there.” My stomach fell. “Oh...” Out of my ass. “Okay.” Right onto the floor. “And they haven’t left yet?” Lisa shook her head, tossing her hair to the side. “Nope. Your intern sure does get around though, doesn’t he?” I feigned a smile. “Yeah. I guess he does.” Lisa frowned and offered me her mimosa. “Aww, it’s okay. Why don’t you spend some time here with me while we wait? Heaven knows you’re not in the right headspace to be talking to anyone. Besides me, of course.” Sigh. “Yeah, sure.” I grabbed her mimosa with both hands and drank a generous gulp. “Sorry. Not in the right headspace.” She smiled. “No worries. Marcus is paying for everything I’m spending anyway. Apparently he opened up some online subscription and been getting a whole lot of money off cam videos.” “Of course he has. I wouldn’t be surprised if he already had one even before he started growing.” “In his defense, I don’t actually think he did…” Her face and tone went sombre. “He was happy with what we had. But recently, it’s like he forgot about me. It’s like he’s been more into himself everyday and seems to want more than I can give him,” she said. “If my aching, cavernous vagina isn’t proof of that, then his damn bank account is.” “So you don’t like that he’s growing?” Lisa shot me a scornful look. “Of course not! I mean, yeah, I liked it for the first few days. He was already a pretty cocky boy but when he started getting taller and more muscular, like damn. But when he grew past the 11” mark that bar night, I had enough. He fucked me every single hour this past weekend and didn’t even use a condom. I mean, how could he? Who the fuck even makes condoms that big?” She sighed, swiping the mimosa out of my hand and chugging it all down in one straight go. I folded my legs up onto the bed. “Oh, I think I kinda see what you mean. He’s definitely been different lately.” “Thanks for seeing my side. I don’t like being just another sex thing. I only want us to be back to normal. No more of the embiggening alien shit. I don’t want to break up with him because of what makes him happy. But if he keeps growing, I won’t have a choice.” “Should I get you another mimosa?” I asked. “Seems like you need it.” She laughed, laying down onto the bed. “No, no. I may not have working reproductive organs anymore after getting my womb pounded by a goddamn jackhammer 24/7, but I’d still like to keep my body shape.” I followed suit, laying down on the bed and enjoying the peaceful serenity of the resort. Thankfully, Lisa was surprisingly easy to get along with and embraced the ambience, only speaking every few minutes to offer me a sip of her water. The two of us rested on our poolside beds, taking in the silence and soft sunlight, half-asleep and half-wondering-what-the-fuck-Froy-was-doing-in-the-dressing-rooms. That last bit may have just been me though. As I was about to fall asleep, a deep shadow blocked out the sun. I wondered if it was an eclipse, but I didn’t hear any reports on the news. Then again, no one reported on the meteor either. “Who turned off the sun?” I asked. “Huh?” Lisa replied. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a hulking mass of lean muscle standing at my feet, hands at the waist, proudly holding up their chest. No doubt, it was one of the tallest people I’d ever met, with just enough muscle to appear grossly powerful while maintaining a modelesque physique. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw Froy’s adorable face smiling down at me from high above. We locked eyes and he instinctively started stretching—grunting—flexing his big arms right in my face. He knew how to get me hard. And I could tell he was getting hard too. Even through his white trunks, the thick, salami-sized outline of his cock was starting to crawl down his thigh again. Or was he soft? “Hi, sir!” he said. “I’m glad you made it. Look, I got to put my shorts back on. They tore a bit when I took them off this morning, so I took a while, but now they’re all sewn up.” “Oh, what ever could have happened this morning, I wonder,” Lisa whispered, pretending to ignore us. “I didn’t know you could sew. Is there anything you can’t do?” I asked, smiling at him. “A lot of things.” He bit his lip and walked over to my side of the bed where his swollen endowment loomed dangerously close to my face. “Do you want to see it?” I could feel the blood rush to my face. “See... what?” “The rip. See?” He turned sideways and began stroking the fully stretched-out garter above his enormous bubble butt. I could also see his cock fighting for space in his undersized trunks. His fingers stroked the firm slabs of meat he had for an ass with such tenderness that he was practically stroking himself. It was like he was checking himself out in a mirror, but I was in no way a reflection of his immensity. Far from it—I was a shadow. I wanted to reach out and touch it, grab it, worship it, worship him—all of him. “It’s actually pretty well-done, wow. Where’d you even get a sewing kit?” I asked. “Oh, Avery came back to the beach house, so I asked him. He just said he brought one just in case,” Froy said. “Then we came here together after he got ready.” “Wes’ boy can sew too? How surprising,” Lisa said. “He probably got scared his dad was going to start tearing through his clothes again. It wouldn’t be the first time,” I said. Froy nodded, stepping back. “Yeah, sir. That’s what he told me.” Lisa glanced at Froy. “And where is he now?” He pointed at the dressing rooms. “He’s in the men’s room. He said he was coming out, but he hasn’t left yet.” “You were with him?” I asked. Froy smiled, nodding. “He asked me to join him so we could talk in private. But, I don’t really know how to deal with him.” “And what could you boys have talked about?” Lisa asked. “So privately.” “I—I don’t think he’d want me to tell you. He said it was personal.” I stood up, making sure not to bump into Froy. “I can go check on him. I was going to take a piss anyway.” Froy’s brow furrowed. “Are you sure, sir?” I hopped on my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. “Yeah, you go ahead and wade around in the kiddie pool. I’ll be back to swim with you in a bit.” He smiled back and very subtly readjusted his trunks. “Okay.” “Or while you wait, why don’t I order you a nice drink?” Lisa asked. “It’s free of charge.” Froy shook his head and hands in rejection and gave a nervous smile. “Ah, no, it’s okay, thank you. I don’t drink.” However, Lisa insisted. “Oh, come on. A vacation like this only comes once in a lifetime! We’ll start you off with something mild. That okay with you, Biggie Smalls?” “I… I guess so.” I put on my shoes and got ready to go. “Hey, don’t make Froy do anything dumb, okay? We don’t pay him to be wasted.” Lisa smirked. “Then what do you pay him for?” It’s okay, sir! I’ll be fine with Ms. Lisa,” Froy said. Lisa groaned. “Don’t call me Miss! You make me sound like your boss. Actually… nevermind. Keep calling me that.” I didn’t reply. My face was already at its peak flush, I could feel it. As Froy took my bed next to Lisa, I headed into the dressing rooms as fast as I could. Taking my first steps in, it was surprisingly colder than I anticipated. The last time I went to a resort was when I was a kid, so I never realized that dressing rooms were air-conditioned now. Thankfully, they were comfortably empty as I wandered inside. It was strange because I was expecting to find Avery in plain sight. Then I saw him sitting alone on a bench all the way opposite from the door. He was hunched over, wearing beach trunks and a black rash guard, fidgeting with a small hand towel in his hands. I didn’t know what he was doing. As I got closer, I could almost hear the faint sound of sniffling. Then I figured, he was crying. I walked up to him and sat down at his side. He jumped the moment he saw me, yelping in fear. I could see the look in his eyes. His red, swollen eyes. “Ah-oh, my god, I-I, uh…” I patted him on the back. “Hey, just relax. I was just gonna take a piss, but I heard you crying. Thought I’d comfort you or something.” “Oh, no, it’s okay. I’m fine.” “Oh, please, there’s no such thing as a teenage boy crying alone in the men’s room being ‘fine’. There’s obviously something wrong. I know, I’ve been there.” He looked at me. “No, really. It’s nothing.” “Really gonna make me guess, huh. Fine. Is it family? Friends? What about school? ...Is it Froy?” At the mention of his name, Avery stared at me, puzzled. “Why would you think it’s about Froy?” I panicked. “Uh, nothing, Lisa just told me you two were in here earlier. So what is it? I’m not judgmental… Much, but I promise I won’t say a word.” “I… Fine. But only if you don’t tell anyone else.” “I’ll keep your secret, don’t worry.” Avery nodded, blowing his nose into the towel. “It’s just school. There are these kids bullying me. They’re all younger than me, but they keep making fun of me for being shorter than them. One of them is my old friend, and he’s only 13, but he’s already 5’10”. They just keep making fun of me and teasing me for being so short and skinny and pathetic.” “Ah, I know the problem. I’ve been there.” “You have?” I nodded. “Yeah. The thing with idiots like those is that they don’t expect you to fight back. They can’t handle that shit.” He chuckled. “I’m not exactly big. I can’t just magically change sizes like my dad and beat them up.” “There are other ways to defend yourself, y’know.” He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Are you gonna tell me to go to the principal?” “Oh, fuck the principal. All they ever care about is reputation and money. There are two things you can do. One is you be nice to them—” He laughed in disbelief. “‘Be nice’? Are you kidding? You want me to make friends with the devil?” “Yeah, I mean, they expect you to get hurt, so show them you don’t give a fuck, and they’ll leave you alone. The other thing you can do is find a different way to overpower them. Become popular or get the highest grades… or you can do what Marcus did and frame them for things they didn’t do. Very illegal things.” “Uh…” “If you get desperate, there’s a third option I always used. I’d just offer to suck them off, and they’d leave me alone. But I don’t recommend that one. Especially if you’re a biter.” “I feel like I was supposed to learn something. But I feel even worse now that I know my options.” “Well, have you asked your dad? I’m sure he’s dealt with bullying too.” Avery shook his head. “No, I don’t talk to him. He barely even cares about our family with all his secrets.” “So who have you asked?” “Uh, Froy. Twice. Once in the coffee shop at the bus terminal and then a while ago. I thought he’d know something since he’s my age and so—big! We tried finishing what you interrupted, but he left me here suddenly.” “Oh, so that was you in the washroom? Why were you in there?” “I didn’t want my dad to see me crying. I’m his only son. My sisters are from my mother’s old husband. He doesn’t want me to be weak.” “Hey, you’re still alive. So you’re not weak. And there’s more than one way to be strong. Trust me.” He frowned, looking me in the eyes. “But I… I just want to know what it feels like. To be big and tall too.” “You’ll get your chance one day. You’re still a growing boy. Just remember, the bigger you are, the harder you’ll fall.” He smiled, flailing his hands as if to mock me. “Oh no, ancient wisdom.” “It’s true!” I said. “Even if you don’t take my advice, I hope I helped a little bit at least.” His smile grew wider as he stood up and turned to me. “You didn’t. But thanks for trying. You’re a better dad than my own.” Then he laughed. I stood up and lightly punched him in the chest. “At least you’re feeling better. Now go have fun or something. I need to piss.” He clasped my hand in both his hands and looked me in the eyes. “Thanks.” Then he left. And I nearly pissed myself from that long-ass talk. Jeez. I ran to the closest urinal and relieved myself of what felt like a lifetime’s worth of urine. It felt good. Not just taking the piss but finally knowing the truth behind Froy and Avery’s relationship. There was none. When I was about to leave, I caught myself in the mirror. I didn’t have a mirror in my apartment, so seeing myself for the first time in so long caught me off guard. Did I like what I saw? Well, I definitely saw ribs. And a baby gut. And a pimple on my bare chest. But no, I didn’t have time to bother myself with stupid insecurities. Not when Froy was outside waiting for me. The moment I stepped back in the sun, I was hit with a faceful of mimosa. I wiped my eyes clean and savoured what entered my mouth. It was delicious, as expected. I turned to see who violated my human rights and saw Lisa standing there with a cheeky smile. She pursed her lips. “So what took you? Hm?” “Nothing that would’ve warranted wasting such an expensive cocktail, that’s for sure.” “I don’t know what took you so long in there with Avery, but Froy was not lying when he said he wasn’t a drinker. I gave him two mimosas and, my god, he was unhinged in seconds. Unbelievable.” I found that hard to believe. “From a mimosa? You’re joking.” I saw her eyes glance towards the side. “Why don’t you go see for yourself?” When I followed her gaze, I first spotted Avery floating harmlessly in the water. He didn’t look dead, at least. Then as my eyes continued travelling, I saw Froy’s huge figure standing at the edge of the deep end of the pool, wobbling, unstable, and clearly very tipsy. “Oh, my god. He doesn’t know how to swim!” I yelled. “Well, you better go get him then,” Lisa said. “How deep is the deep end?” “I dunno. 6 feet?” “Oh jeez. You got me worried for nothing.” From behind, she gave me a quick shove. “Go make sure he doesn’t drown though. I could be wrong. Every time I try to measure Marcus’ dick, I always seem to be an inch or two short.” “God damn it!” I ran off in Froy’s direction at the other end of the pool. The water progressively got bluer the deeper it went, and I began to wonder just how deep the water really was. There weren’t any signs that mentioned how deep the water was, so all I had to go on was what Lisa said. As I ran, it seemed like no matter how fast I was going, Froy didn’t hear me coming at all. He was so out of it. “Froy!” I yelled. When I got within arm’s length, my foot slipped on a wet stone and I fell forward into his back. I didn’t think he’d budge from his size, but he was just tipsy enough to be sent flying into the pool, arms flailing. The splash was incredible—like two fat kids’ worth of cannonballs. I was hit from head to toe in cold, chlorinated water. In the distance, I even heard Avery let out a yelp. When I could open my eyes again, I saw Froy safely standing in the water, his head safely above the surface. His baby-faced smile was gleaming. Before I could even say a word, he leaped forward and grabbed me by the waist, dragging me into the pool with him. I landed face-first into the valley between his pecs—smothered in them—as the rest of my body followed into the water. He embraced me tightly and submerged into the water. I could feel his chest bouncing from what was probably him laughing. His biceps were squeezing my head from both sides of my face, and I could feel something snaking upwards toward my navel. Something very phallic. We eventually emerged from the water, and all I could hear was his boisterous laughter. I’d never heard him be so loud before. He really was drunk. And from a mimosa… He let me go. “Hi, sir!” He laughed. “I missed you while you were gone.” I fixed my wet hair and tossed it back. “Same to you. I thought you couldn’t swim?” “I still can’t. I just figured I was tall enough to stand in the water since most pools only go to 6 feet.” I held his beautiful face in my hands and leaned closer. “But what if it wasn’t? It could’ve been 7 or 8 feet for all you know.” Then he pulled me in closer with a forceful tug. “Then if you want,” I could smell the champagne in his breath, “I could grow even taller.” He plunged me into a kiss that sent my senses into overdrive. His thick lips enveloped my own as he grunted and moaned. He pinned me against his enormous chest with his arms and strong, thick hands. “Do you really want to grow again? Wasn’t Wes enough for you?” I asked, lost in his eyes. He smiled at me and gave a quick peck on my neck. “I dunno, sir. I thought you wanted me to be big.” My heart was racing. “I do! But you’re drunk right now, Froy, I can’t let you do anything you might regret. Don’t forget that you’re the only one who can’t be shrunk or drained by someone else. If you get big, you stay big.” He chuckled. “I-I’m not drunk, sir. Just a little tipsy.” And he leaned in close for another kiss. And so I gave in. I let him kiss me again. This time, with a lot more tongue than I was used to. My other hand reached downwards to adjust my junk when I felt his gigantic prong bump against my wrist. The guy was fully hard. If we weren’t careful, he would tear through his shorts again, and there wasn’t a sewing kit anywhere around this time. “Hey, lovebirds, are you alright?” Lisa asked from behind. Froy released me and nodded, quite drunkenly. “Yeah, we’re good. My 6’5” Froy can stand on the floor,” I said. “Well, that’s good to hear. You two wouldn’t mind spending some time with Avery too, would you?” She raised a pointer finger. Froy and I looked off to the side and saw Avery coughing and struggling to stay afloat in the center of the pool. The poor kid looked like a fish out of water… but back in the water—with no idea how to swim. “I’ll go get him!” Froy said. With the force of a bulldozer, he started wading through the water like it was nothing. The shallower the water got, the more of his hyper muscled body was exposed, causing him to look as though he was growing right out of thin air. He finally got to Avery and carried him back on piggyback. “Got ‘im.” “Good job, Biggie,” Lisa said. Avery sniffled. “But I wasn’t drowning!” “We know,” I said. Around that time, a waiter approached from the kitchen with three oversized mimosas on a tray. Lisa took two. “Thanks, Julio. Hey, Froy, want another drink as a reward?” A great smile grew on his face. “Could I?!” Lisa chuckled, grabbing the last mimosa and handing it over to Froy. “Yup. All yours.” I looked on in shock as Froy raised his huge arm and chugged half the liter glass in a single gulp. He wiggled in the water out of sheer joy. Then without warning, he proceeded to drink the rest of it. While the three of us were used to big men, the poor waiter looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his skull. When Froy finished, he let out a loud exhale and gave me a quick kiss before handing over the glass back to the waiter. Lisa, on the other hand, hadn’t even started on a single glass. “Guess he’s done. That’s all for now, Julio, thank you,” Lisa said. “M-my pleasure, ma’am…” Before the waiter could walk away with the tray and empty liter glass, Froy yelled. “Hu-wait! Wait! Could I have a, uh, uhm… a moe… moji-something?” he said. “Mojo?” I asked. “Mojo Jojo?” Avery added. Avery and I looked at him in confusion. Then Lisa spoke. “You mean… a mojito?” Lisa asked. “Y-yeah! That.” “How do you know what that is, Froy? I thought you didn’t drink,” I asked. He turned around and smiled. “One of my brothers told me it’s what my mom liked to drink when he brought her to the bar. I wanted to try it. Also it’s what Sir Wes ordered when we went out for bar night.” “W-w-will that also be in a liter glass, sir?” the waiter asked. Lisa nodded. “Yeah. And charge it to the same.” The waiter nodded. “O-okay, ma’am. I’ll, uh, be right back with sir’s mojito.” “And add some extra vodka too. Your usual might not have enough to keep him tipsy,” Lisa whispered. With a quick nod, he fled like the Usain Bolt of speed walking. “I’m surprised you still remember what Wes ordered, Froy. I thought you of all people wouldn’t remember. I know Dory here blacked out.” “Yeah, it was strange. Didn’t expect to get drunk so quickly.” “Well, the truth is, I may or may not have added a little something to the mojitos to spice the night up a little bit. But only a little.” “Ah, so it’s your fault I blacked out.” She sighed. “Yeah. And for some reason, something happens to Marcus when he gets drunk. I don’t remember what it was, but it felt like his cock was growing in my mouth. Not sure if you remember.” Lisa hopped into the water and joined us in a quick splashing spree. All of us were laughing as Froy’s powerful waves were practically drowning us. He could shove entire buckets of water into our faces with a single push. The four of us had fun as we swam around and played some more games—all of which Froy was surprisingly good at. He still couldn’t go underwater but with how tall he was, he never needed to. And yes, he got increasingly intoxicated as time, and waiters, went by. Soon enough, his nose was tinged pink and his laughter smelt of lime and mint. I was wondering how much alcohol his body could take. He was just full of surprises. I pitied the dishwashers. When we all eventually tired out, we climbed out of the pool and settled down by the beds, toweling ourselves dry. Avery headed back to the beach house to take a nap before the dinner buffet was served. It was already twilight. The sun was beginning to set and the cloudless sky was a deep orange hue that glowed magnificently on the water’s surface. “I haven’t had that much fun in so long!” I said. “Me too, sir! I loved spending more time with you. So much fun.” Hiccup. Lisa took a sip from her mimosa. “I can’t say the same since I have the lovely pleasure of Marcus pounding my organs into pulp every night. But yeah, it was definitely fun.” “Oh, yeah, where the hell is he? I haven’t seen him all day,” I said. Froy mumbled. “Hm...” Lisa gestured with a hand for us to ignore him. “Ah, I heard him say he was checking out the gym all afternoon before getting a quick massage before heading to the dinner buffet. Actually, I think he’s probably there now. Do you think you could do me a favor, Dory?” “I-I can do it, sir!” Froy exclaimed. “Let me do it for you instead.” Lisa chuckled. “No, it’s okay, Froy. You’re way too out of it to be doing anyone any favors.” Froy pouted and groaned. “So what is it?” I asked. “Pay him a visit and tell him about all the drinks we ordered. It’s not like it affected his credit, but he’d appreciate being told about it at least.” “Sure thing. I’ll head over right away. What about you and Froy? Gonna head to the resto in advance?” I asked. She nodded. “Yep. Most probably. Froy’s a bit too drunk right now to be alone. But I’d still rather babysit your intern than be anywhere near Marcus right now.” “Aight. See you two in an hour. Save a seat for me, okay?” As I left, I gave a miserable Froy a goodbye kiss. He didn’t look very happy. But I knew a little time in bed would get his mind off things, and an entire buffet before that. I couldn’t get what he said out of my mind. That he said I wanted him big. I’m not sure if it’s early on-set Alzheimer’s or if he was putting words in my mouth because I don’t recall ever telling him I wanted him bigger out loud. I could just be remembering wrong though. It was also great to finally clear up the mess with Froy and Avery. So he wasn’t cheating on me. I never should’ve doubted him. As I walked along the stone path of the resort looking for the spa, the sunset over the horizon was one of the best I’d ever seen. It was straight out of a painting. I hoped in that moment that our vacation would never end, that we would be able to live as great as we were forever. Going back to work seemed like such a stormcloud in my mind. The job was great and the benefits are unmatched anywhere else, yes. In fact, people migrate from all over the world just for a chance at applying at Haley & Bennett’s. But I did feel stuck. Just then I heard Sammy’s voice in the distance. “Hey, you! Dorian!” he yelled. He snapped me out of my stupor. “Oh, uh, hey, Sammy. Where’s Wes? I thought you were supposed to be watching him.” He blew raspberries. “Ah, don’t worry about your dear Wesley. All our strongest guards are in his room with him keeping him tranquilized. And no, he hasn’t tried drinking anyone’s ejaculate again. I made sure all the guards are as straight as me.” I had to laugh. “As straight as you?” Sammy nodded. “Yeah, stupid. A lamppost. Duh.” Then he gestured towards the unmistakable lankiness of his… physique. “I… see. So where are you going?” “The restaurant calls for me. I need to be there to help set things up for you and your lovely co-workers. I made sure it’s going to be the buffet to starve all buffets. I’ve got international cuisine, world-class desserts, and free-flowing drinks.” “Free-flowing drinks? Like what?” “Oh, you know. The usual. Vodka, gin, rum, whiskey, wine, absinthe, and that horse piss beer everyone loves so much. Eugh. There’s probably more but I can’t be bothered to name them all for you right now.” “Wow, really going all-out, huh?” “Of course! The La Vida Resort always promises the best. Anything else before I go?” “Nice. So, uh, I kinda need to head to the spa. Do you know where it is?” He looked at me like some kind of idiot. “Are you some kind of idiot? I own the place, obviously, I know where it is. It’s just down this path near the gym. You can’t miss it.” I thanked him for the directions. We said our goodbyes as we separated and headed down different paths. Before long, he was gone—and so was my sense of direction. I didn’t want to miss the dinner buffet, so I hurried down the path Sammy mentioned as fast as I could. If Marcus wasn’t in the spa, I don’t know what I would’ve done. It was my moral obligation as his co-worker to greet the living shit out of him, and I was going to do it if it was the last thing I did. Thoughts and theories started circulating in my head about what Marcus could’ve been up to for the past six hours. It wasn’t often that we were so distant at a work event. Like what Lisa said, he wasn’t the Marcus we came to know and love. He was way more into himself than we were used to—but honestly, when you’re that big, how could you not be? But still, I had to wonder: would there be a way to turn him back to normal? Only the last few slivers of twilight were left in the sky by the time I found the spa. Sammy lied, I did miss it. Multiple times. If the small wooden sign outside didn’t tell me where I was, I would’ve guessed I was in Australia. It didn’t matter if that was even possible or not. At this point in my life, I didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t. “Fancy, fancy,” I said to myself. I entered the building and was immediately enveloped in a thick cloud of incense. Playing from the ceiling speakers was an oriental melody of mostly whistles and flutes that strangely felt like I was being hypnotized. The lights were quite dim and the atmosphere was set for maximum relaxation. I approached the petite woman at the front desk. It was odd. Nobody else seemed to be present but her. I could see her visibly struggling to maintain her composure, as if something was bothering her immensely—or, more likely, something immense was bothering her. “Hi, I’m looking for a friend of mine. Are there any guests here?” She was sweating. “Uh, ye-yes, we do have someone in the premium room. He just came in ten minutes ago. Would you like to book a masseuse?” “Uh, no, I’m good, thanks. I’m just here to say hi. Marcus Fringe? Y’know… 6’11” dude. Really big.” At the mention of his name, her eyes nearly burst in shock. “Uh, yes, sir, we do have him here at the moment. Unfortunately, we can’t let you see him until you book an appointment. Would you like to book one now?” I cursed Sammy. “Uh, yeah, sure. Dorian Yale.” I turned to the receptionist. “I’ll be going in then, I guess.” My heart was racing in anticipation. I knocked on the door at the end of the hallway, hoping to see a friendly face. Then I was greeted by a loud voice from inside, “Come in!” I opened the door and saw Marcus standing at the mirror, flexing an immense double bicep, the biggest I’d ever seen, his monstrous back turned to me. He was as large as ever, being way over a foot taller than I was. The angular torso he was so proud of when he was only 5’11” had been blown up to explosive proportions. His muscles bulged out every which way, and his torso had become more of a reverse pyramid than a triangle with how many inches his back and chest protruded. Just his shoulders alone looked about the same size as my head. He couldn’t even fit into the custom-fit speedo he wore on the way here. Buck-naked, he was, with his enormous 15” cock tenting the towels wrapped around his waist. With every flex, his muscles would bunch up and seemingly appear to grow. I watched in fear and awe as he moaned in sheer admiration of himself, smiling at his reflection with a confident smirk. In my distraction, I didn’t notice a bunch of women, no more than 5’3”, rearranging the massage beds, presumably to accommodate Marcus. They were awfully short, even at my height. I could only imagine if one stood next to Marcus. She would look like a child—her eye-level pointing straight at his bed of 8-pack abs. And then I walked up closer and was surprised to see that there actually was a masseuse in front of him, eclipsed in his shadow. She was holding a bottle of what looked like sparkling vodka. Marcus turned around and his face glowed when he finally recognized me. “Oh, hey, Dory, what’s up? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.” “Same with you. I just came to say hi, check up a bit on you, maybe. Lisa also told me to tell you—” He shook his head. “Aw, come on, stay a while! I’m just about to get a massage. Why don’t you join me? I swear, all the massagers here look like Oompa Loompas.” I walked over to him and joined him in staring at the mirror. The little woman fled when she had the chance. Side-by-side, the two of us looked absurd. In less than a month, Marcus had become Goliath, and I was his David. He was way over twice my width and towered over me. Marcus turned his head and had to tilt his neck all the way down, past his engorged chest, just to get a glimpse of the top of my head. Then he smiled and mercilessly patted my hair like a dog. “You’re lucky, you know, probably being one of the only three people in the world who can grow without ever needing to work out,” I said. “God, I know I am. When I took the job, I didn’t think it would come with benefits like this!” He bent over and flexed his bicep in my face. I put my comparably doll-sized hand on it and marvelled at the sheer hardness of each muscle fiber. “Just look at this, man. You can’t tell me anyone looks as big or hot as I do.” “And I won’t. I just hope you don’t forget life is more than just your sex appeal. Sometimes, you gotta appreciate the little things in life too.” He laughed, shooting me a smirk. “What, like you?” “Yes. Like me.” “Aw.” He wrapped an immense arm around my head and crushed me in between his torso, his pungent musk wafting in my nose. “Of course I appreciate you, man. You’re one of my best friends! And I’m glad to hear you think I’ve got some sex appeal.” “Too much even.” I looked up to see his smiling face and smelled the ever-identifiable smell of vodka coming from his breath. He pulled up his towels and started flexing his legs in the mirror, within my arm’s length. “Just look at how big my thighs are! Some guys don’t even have this much muscle in their whole body, right? I’ve probably got enough beef on my body for every fetish you could possibly think of.” I couldn’t keep my eyes off his reflection—even if I tried. He was just so big. “It’s too bad you’re straight.” He flubbed his lips and bent over to meet my face in the mirror, his head so much larger than mine. “Honest to god, if I were a chick, I’d probably date you, man.” I blushed. “And if I were straight to begin with. But thanks. That means a lot.” Then he stood back up to his full height and led me over to the fully assembled massage beds. “And could someone please hand me another bottle? My friend and I need some refreshementés,” he yelled excitedly. Another masseuse came with another bottle of sparkling vodka. I recognized the brand, Priapus—famous for its extreme potency, highly expensive. When she handed Marcus the bottle, he thanked her kindly and she left in a hurry. Without any trouble, he flicked the cork off the bottle and started chugging the sparkling vodka like his life depended on it. When he finished over half, he looked at me and offered a drink. “Want some? I’ve had a couple bottles. It’s pretty good.” And who was I to refuse? “Sure,” I said. I grabbed the bottle and drank a decent amount, probably no more than a wine glass’ amount. Not as much as Marcus, but more than enough. It was good though, a bit more potent than I was used to, but good. It burned my throat and nose like a motherfucker. I returned the bottle when I finished. For some reason, he had this cheeky smile plastered on his face. It’s like he couldn’t take his eyes off me. I started wondering if he did something, if he played another one of his annoying pranks, because if he did, heaven knows what was going to happen next. “You sure you should’ve drunk so much?” he asked me, unable to control his chuckling. I stared at him, getting lost in his smile, feeling the blood rush to my face. “What do you mean? I drank less than you did.” “Well, yeah! Look at me! It takes a lot of goddamn alcohol to get me hit. And you almost took the same as I did.” I waved him off, thinking it was harmless. “I’m sure it’s fine.” He tilted his head and leaned forward, his lips to my ear. “This vodka isn’t what you think it is. It’s 40% alcohol. It’s also what I used to make the tic-tacs a few weeks ago. Remember those?” When he said that, I couldn’t help but laugh. I’d taken far worse alcohol content before, especially when I went to Asia. I’d never had sparkling vodka before, yes, but I didn’t see how it was any different from the regular stuff. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Why don’t we get a nice massage, huh? After we’re done, we can head straight for the buffet.” He tore off the towels that (barely) covered his junk, and I was captivated by how much bigger it looked under the dim, yellow lighting. Thick veins ran down its shaft and led to a trimmed blonde pubic base. It didn’t seem possible for a cock to grow so massive, but I guessed nothing was off the table anymore. But I had to wonder, did everyone I work with have huge dicks but me? He got on top of the makeshift double massage bed, causing it to creak in protest with every movement. When he finally got settled, he slammed his body down onto the wooden supports, and the loudest crack echoed throughout the room. Some of the masseuses squealed as he groaned, trying to fit his enormous body onto the bed. His feet and elbows hung over the edges, but he was more or less supported. His muscular torso lifted his head up so far from the bed that a pillow had to be placed underneath. “They just don’t make ‘em like they used to,” Marcus said. “If you get any heavier, you might break the damn thing,” I said. He laughed. “Maybe I might. Don’t tempt me, I’m tipsy as fuck.” Then I stripped my own clothes off and laid them off to the side. Seeing my own reflection with Marcus around was demoralizing. For the first time in ages, I felt… lacking. I couldn’t help but compare myself to him and how much I probably looked like a child to him now. But he didn’t say a word. He just looked at me the same way he always did, nothing new, nothing different, and nothing weird. I found comfort in that. Then I got on my bed and laid flat on my stomach. The two of us then got our massages. I couldn’t recognize the masseuse’s style, but it seemed to be a fusion of various kinds. While I got only one, Marcus needed three different women just to apply enough force on his bare flesh to cover enough ground. They all had this expression of fear and desire glued on their faces, entranced by the sheer mass Marcus had. Every muscle I could name—plus some I never even knew existed—was blown up bigger than I could have ever imagined them to be. And I knew, even when nothing was happening, that he was still growing. Just very, very slowly. While we were having our massages, I could hear his beds groaning in protest. He was getting heavier by the second. It wasn’t obvious, but I could tell by his constant shuffling that he was struggling to fit his elbows and ankles on the bed. I was definitely getting drunk, but even I could tell he was expanding wider by the second. Some of the masseuses even started struggling to reach over his back. The way his body was growing, he almost seemed like a balloon being inflated, taking up more and more space. Every so often he’d ask for another bottle of sparkling vodka. By the fifth bottle, his face had flushed pink and he’d laugh after every burp. He was enjoying himself, getting drunk, and so was I—intoxicated on him and his growth. I was hard as fuck. Judging by Marcus’ own sensual moans, it wouldn’t have surprised me if he’d been hard the whole time too. After ten minutes, I started dozing off. The alcohol was stronger than I expected and my head was starting to spin, a new symptom whenever I drank. Marcus was probably dead drunk too. I could only imagine how much larger and taller he would be when I woke up. The office would never be the same again. But just as I was about to fall asleep, a powerful booming sound jolted me awake. I looked over to Marcus and saw that he’d actually broken the bed supports and crashed onto the ground in a pile of wood and fabric. I swear it felt like the entire building shook with how much weight collapsed. He groaned as he got up, planting two immense arms on the floor. I was surprised to see he was still able to move them around so freely with how much weight they held. Each arm almost looked like it had as much muscle as each of his legs! His volleyball-sized biceps and swollen triceps bulged out from his arm like two mountains. Then he started laughing. “Holy fuck! I can’t believe this just happened,” he said, looking at me with a feverish smile. “Did you just see that? Fuck, I’m getting so big I’m breaking beds now too!” When he stood up, he was undoubtedly even wider than he was just minutes ago. Every muscle just seemed to distend even further, looking rounder, harder, and more stretched out. Inches at least. He was a walking boulder of pure muscle meat. And it wasn’t just the yellow lighting that made him look beyond swollen. He actually was. Dare I say, he was probably even taller. He might’ve even broken the 7-foot mark. While he brushed off the debris from his body, all the masseuses and I could do was watch in awe and intimidation at the sight of Marcus, who couldn’t be any happier. Then he wobbled, now clearly drunk. He turned to me, and staring me in the face was the biggest cock I’d ever seen—Froy and Wes were no contest. It stood straight out and had a weighted heft to it that rivaled my own arm’s. His arms were stuck at a 45-degree angle and his horse legs were forced to spread apart due to the sheer mass. “Holy shit. Do I look bigger to you?” he asked excitedly. “I feel so… bloated. And heavy.” I got up from the bed and stood in front of him, making sure to leave room between us for his erection. My head was still spinning from the sparkling vodka, but I could tell from where I stood, staring at the underside of his ballooning pecs, that he was undoubtedly taller and broader, even by a little bit. No doubt about it. “Yeah, you do. How much more did you grow?” He shrugged. “I dunno. But I fucking love it. Maybe I should drink more often, huh? It’s like whenever I get drunk, this shit always happens.” “What do you mean?” “D’you forget? Bar night? When you got deadass drunk and slept on me as a pillow. I got drunk too and kinda tore through my clothes. I jumped like four inches that night.” I sat on my bed and took in the view standing less than two meters away from me. “So, what, you grow faster when you’re drunk?” “Yeah, I think so. I mean, look at me! It feels like everything grew 3 inches. I’m probably 7’2” now, can you believe it?” “Yes and no. I think we should get you somewhere safe so you don’t scare the employees.” He shook his head in protest, clearly disapproving of the idea. “Fuck no! I want people to look at me! These little peeps probably won’t see anyone like me in forever, so I’m gonna make sure I give them a show.” Then he started walking over to the masseuses standing against the wall. “Fully interactive.” He was so tall that his frame alone blocked out most of them from view. In his drunken stupor, he nearly fell over and crushed them. No doubt they would’ve been hospitalized. He was as heavy as industrial machinery. He caught himself at the last second, thank god, and fell to the floor on his ass. The masseuses and I gathered around him as he massaged his head and spread his huge legs outwards. Then he called for another bottle of vodka and chugged it down in an instant. With a smirk, he welcomed us with open arms. “Come on, the massage hasn’t ended yet! Still got another ten minutes to go. Get that oil over there and finish what you guys started. I’ll pay extra, I promise!” As if on cue, the four masseuses quickly obeyed and returned with copious amounts of the resort’s artisanal massage oil. It didn’t take long for them to get over their fear—strangely fast, actually. One moment ago, they were cowering in fear. And the next? They were head-over-heels, hands smothered with oil, groping and squeezing every part of Marcus’ newly-grown body. There was more than enough of him to go around. Not even all four of them could fully comprehend the immensity Marcus held. To any normal man, four would have been too much, but for Marcus? Too few. They worshipped him, touching him, rubbing and stroking their own supple hands and bodies against his rock-hard body. All of them were moaning in pleasure, and I was no stranger to the image—but it had always been a fantasy. Not a reality. Seeing his titanic form sat down on the floor was less than sobering. My own miniature hard-on was pointing straight out. And looking at Marcus, I saw that he was smiling at me—with the same foggy eyes I’d seen in Wes earlier that day. He gestured at me with his hand to come over. “Hey, get your tiny ass over here, Dory! Another pair of hands wouldn’t hurt.” More aroused than afraid by the huge man on the floor, I walked over. I grabbed the bottle of oil on the floor and stood at the base of the mountain. Even seated, his head was nearly level with my chest. But his width vastly encompassed me and made me feel like I was in the presence of a statuesque god. “What are you doing standing up? I don’t like you looking down on me.” As he was being pleasured, he reached out a huge hand and grabbed me by the family jewels, pulling me down to the floor. Now on the ground, I was surrounded by legs that nearly looked as big as I was, and in front of me was a literal wall of pure muscle. His pumped up pecs stood out as round spheres that threatened to swell if he so much as breathed too hard. Both nipples larger than any coin. Each of his abs was larger than any I’d ever seen before, but he didn’t have the gut that normally came with the size—instead his bedrock abs clung tightly to his enormous torso. “You like my body, Dory? I know you’re gay, but we’re friends, so I’ll let you cop a feel, aight?” I crawled closer to get a better look, and pinned between my own stick legs was the biggest, longest, and girthiest penis I had ever seen on a man. Wes may have been thick, and Froy may have been long, but Marcus was a whole different category of manhood. Even his balls looked fully juiced and ready to burst. As I readied my hands, Marcus reached out and planted my hands on his chest. He led me where he wanted my trembling fingers to explore, and I loved it. “You like that? Huh, Dory? God, I’ve never felt so horny in my life!” I’d always wanted to worship someone bigger than life, but feeling Marcus’ rock-hard muscles made me realize how small I really was. He moaned, I moaned, and all the other women massaging his legs and arms moaned. It was then that I felt like Marcus was the one to grow. He was going to outgrow all of us. He let go of my hands and raised his arms into a double bicep pose. The masseuses clung onto his biceps, triceps, and forearms, while I groped his muscle tits and twiddled his nipples with my tongue. His cock bounced with ecstasy whenever someone’s tongue stroked any part of his body. And with all five of us worshipping him, he was in heaven. His face was beet red, but his grinning pearl-white teeth still shined through. “Fuck! Fuck, do you ladies and gentleman want me to grow as much as I do?!” he yelled. “”Cuz I wanna grow even more!” “Bigger?” I muttered. He started flexing his biceps, causing them to strain and swell underneath his taut skin. “Yeah, man, bigger is always better!” Repeatedly lowering his arms, raising them. “What are you doing? Are you trying to force yourself to grow?” “While I’m still drunk as shit, yeah, I am! Mmpf, fuck! Wait, I think I feel it… holy shit, MMPF, it feels so fucking good!” He roared. It was practically on command. His growth was more obvious now than it ever had been before. Every single muscle on his body began to swell outwards, racking on the pounds and inches with every passing second—as if he were a balloon being pumped up to impossible proportions. “FUCK! God, yes, keep making me BIGGER!” He wasn’t growing any taller, so his entire body had no room to expand but outwards. The masseuses were being pushed off by the ever-enlarging breadth of his arms and shoulders. Even as his pecs drew closer and closer to my own face, I was mesmerized in the way his thighs and calves swelled out, inch by inch. “MORE!” By the time he finished growing, his body looked unbelievable. The voice in my head told me it would have been impossible to move, but somehow, Marcus’ body adjusted to keep his body as flexible as ever, even with the sheer amount of mass he just added onto it. There was no measuring just how heavy he was anymore. “Holy shit, you’re humongous!” I said. “Fuck yeah, I am! And I am loving every second of this!” His body seemed to tire out as no matter how much he strained his muscles, there was no more growth. The masseuses instinctively returned to worshipping his Herculean mass. While I was still in front of him, I took it upon myself to give him his happy ending. I grabbed his now-even-fatter cock in both my hands and began stroking it. It twitched in my grip, and by the way the head swelled, he was already on the verge of exploding. “Oh, FUUUCK!” Thick, white spurts of cum burst from his manhood, blinding me and knocking me over with such force. Every spurt blasted outwards and splattered all over the floor, nearly hitting the opposite wall at the end of the room. The shower didn’t stop for a good half-minute. When it was over, the masseuses fell to their knees and panted, as if they’d just run a marathon and struggled to find the air to breathe. In fact, my own head began to clear up, as if a fog had just been drained out of my thoughts. I had no idea what had just happened, but suddenly I felt as though I’d never drunk before in my life. I stood up and wiped myself clean with a towel while the other masseuses cleaned up the mess Marcus made. I tried helping him stand up, but all that did was send me back on the floor. Marcus laughed at me but reached out a hand and flung me back onto my feet like it was nothing. He was bigger than ever, and stronger than any man on Earth—I was sure of it. And what did I see on his face? The cheekiest grin I’d ever laid my eyes on. His blonde hair was drenched with sweat that poured down his face, but judging by how close he was to the ceiling, he would hit 7’6” in no time. “Holy… wow,” he said. “That was definitely something.” “Took the words right out of my mouth.” “I don’t think I’ve ever felt so hot in my life. It was like I wasn’t me. I even let you get a little slice of my sexy-ass pie, if y’know-what-i’m-sayin’.” “You did say that you’d let me worship you if you were drunk.” He looked down at me and smiled. “Did I really say ‘worship’? That’s a new one.” I looked at the clock and saw it was quarter to seven in the evening. Based on what I read in the brochure, the buffet would be ready by seven. “Hey, so, I think we should get ready to go to the buffet. It’s nearly open.” He smacked a hand onto my head and playfully messed up my hair. “Yeah, we better go take a good shower or two. This entire room smells like it could use a shower too.” “...We’ll handle the room later.” “Sure, thing, Dor’,” he said, walking over to the dresser and pulling out a necklace. “See you there?” He put the necklace on, somehow managing to make it fit around his neck, which was thicker than his own head. I thought I recognized it, so I walked up to him and inspected it discreetly, affirming my own suspicion. It was Wes’ necklace, the one with the meteor shard that we used to keep him sane. “Uh, nice necklace, Marcus.” His face gleamed with joy. “Thanks! I think it makes me look pretty good, right?” “Yeah. Where’d you get it?” “Oh, I just found it lying around on the beach earlier. Thought it looked nice, so I took it.” “You’ve never seen it before?” He shook his head. “No, why? Should I have? I’ve never seen it anywhere else. And I would know since I love lookin’ good.” “Huh… okay. Yeah, I’ll see you at dinner. Wear some clothes please?” He laughed. “I’ll try! But don’t get mad if I come in just a toga made of towels. I did just kinda outgrow literally everything I brought in less than an hour.” We separated and headed to the showers. As I let the cold water wash over me, in the silence of the night, my head was louder than it ever had been before. Just what was the necklace going to do to Marcus? How did Wes lose his necklace on the beach? Just what exactly was waiting for me at dinner? Little did I know, as if everything wasn’t insane enough, it was about to get so much worse. And worst of all—I forgot what I came to the spa for in the first place. 33 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rorange Posted March 7, 2020 Share Posted March 7, 2020 It just... INCREDIBLE! Thanks for the 'hard work'! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dredlifter Posted March 8, 2020 Share Posted March 8, 2020 Awesome stuff, man. Still one of my favorite new stories of the last year or so. For some reason I had it in my head that this was to be the last chapter, I'm excited to see it play on. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MochiNii Posted March 8, 2020 Share Posted March 8, 2020 Que pasará si wes bebe de marcus? O mejor aun froy se alimenta de ambos? Quiero ver el proximo capitulo! :3 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
spacevlad Posted March 8, 2020 Share Posted March 8, 2020 Excellent new chapter! I've been checking back here for another chapter to this for weeks. The worship scene with Marcus was very hot! 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
citizenies Posted March 8, 2020 Share Posted March 8, 2020 Thanks for the new chapter Loving everything! Seems like there's still a lot of stuff to come ~ 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jujumusclelover717 Posted March 8, 2020 Share Posted March 8, 2020 I’m always looking forward to a new chapter of this story!!! Can’t wait to see more!!! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
debate1 Posted March 9, 2020 Share Posted March 9, 2020 I hope there is a way for avery to grow!! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Littlebro Posted March 11, 2020 Share Posted March 11, 2020 Many mysteries have not been solved 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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