m/m Contract Law (Complete Story 5/4/20; Bonus Material Added 5/15/20)

[hardmuscl4life]

That was fun.  Thank you 

[Ro20316]

Garret has soemthing to do with all this... i have afeeling it's a trigegr workd or scenario that makes him grow...

[ToolShedCub]

Agreed

[dredlifter]

Garret does seem to be a common denominator.  But as long as Eenie keeps GROWING I'm for it! :).  6ft8??  LOVE IT. 

 

[leathermuscle]

260? Come on he needs way more size 350 plus man gerrrrrr

[dredlifter]

1 hour ago, leathermuscle said:

260? Come on he needs way more size 350 plus man gerrrrrr

Haha at first I thought maybe 260 was a bit low as well, being that he's 6'8.  BUT, the story says he's at like 5% bodyfat, which means he's basically in competition form, so he diced and shredded.  Considering how much fat and weight bodybuilders lose to get into competition shape, at 6'8 his offseason weight would easily be up over 300 lbs.  

Make no mistake, dude is HUGE. 

[Bigger]

God damn YES. The way you mix plot and growth and erotica is AMAZING. I was a bit disappointed not having Eenie to grow bigger and taller much lately, but this was worth it! Let’s hope he keeps on growing and growing more and more! Hehe

Growth fantasies aside, great job with how the story evolves and goes. It has been a while since I’ve read a big multipart series that good and well structured. Big thumbs up!!

[Mdlftr]

Can I say AGAIN how much I LOVE the growth scenes (along with everything else, like plot, characters and descriptions):

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"I regretted wearing such a tightly fitting top as my chest went next, pushing out even further until my turtleneck popped off me, the rags falling to the floor.  I could feel my nipples migrating until they were pointing down, my pecs had gotten so big.  I could still see over my chest if I tilted forward, but I had to tilt."

[Lefty]

So glad I found this story.  You are an incredible writer.  This reads like an erotic Agatha Christie novel!  You cleverly get us to suspect each character and throw in red herrings.   Not to mention to hot fantasies!  Can’t wait to read more!

[TQuintA]

Chapter 36

            Mo arrived 45 minutes later with a new set of clothes and a giant lunch.  The clothes, Mo assured me, were from a store that catered to bodybuilders.  It was made of a cutting-edge fabric that would stretch over my growing muscles and was unlikely to tear or rip.  The colors were too garish for a workplace; hell, they were too garish for an ‘80s aerobics VHS.  But they fit and were likely to continue fitting. 

            While I ate, Mo stayed with me in my office, and I told him about Vernon’s visit.

            “That makes absolutely no sense.”

            “It makes perfect sense if he’s the person who paid to have the spell cast on me.”

            Mo’s face showed that he was considering the idea.  “I guess, but you still aren’t taking everything into consideration.”  His eyes scanned the room, and he asked, “Has Quincy had any more success with the accounting database?”

            “If he has, he hasn’t told me.  What made you ask?”

            Mo pointed directly behind him.  “Your painting is higher again.”

            The rest of the workday passed without Mo explaining why he cared about my painting.

            When I got to my car at the end of the day, I laughed at it.  The car used to come up to my mid-chest, now it was closer to my waist.  I squeezed into it best I could, pushed the seat all the way back.  I was just able to cram myself in.  I might not be able to get back out of the car.  I couldn’t get the seatbelt on at all.

            Carefully, I drove to a car-rental place I passed every day (I kept my hazard lights on the whole way).  When I got there, the clerk saw me get out of my car and asked how he could help.

            “Something big.  I can’t drive this anymore.”

            He laughed and showed me the family SUVs, ultimately renting me the largest one.  Inside it, I felt like I used to when I was sitting in my Miata.  Almost normal. 

            The clerk was extremely helpful, even arranging to have my car towed back to my building complex.  I thanked him profusely.  At the end of the transaction, he offered to shake my hand.  I refused to.

            “Just in case,” I told him.

            When I got home, Mo and Alexander were already there.  I asked Mo about the painting again, but he said he wouldn’t explain it in front of Alexander.  We had dinner together—Alexander cooked.  I polished off half the meal by myself.  We couldn’t find anything short and fun on Netflix, so the two of them retired early.

            I went into the bathroom to begin unloading what felt like ten liters of pent-up cum.

            When I saw myself in that large bathroom mirror, I almost gasped.  I was massive.  It was one thing living inside the body, but seeing it from a distance, I looked like a photoshoot from a health and fitness magazine: giant chest, overly-broad shoulders, tall stature, miniscule waist.  The prominent beard, gorgeous face, extreme body hair, and ever-present bulge at the front of my pants made it look like a pornographic health and fitness magazine, but a photoshoot nonetheless.

            I didn’t think the difference between a 10-inch cock and a 10.8-inch cock would be that significant, but mathematically speaking, its volume was impossibly larger.  The feeling of it was surreal.  My cock stuck that much further out of my body, that much thicker, that much harder.    As I jacked it off, I couldn’t process just how gigantic it was.  Looking down and seeing such muscle, fur, and cock was a potent aphrodisiac.  While there was the tiniest shred of shame that I was getting off on my own body, most of the time I felt exultant. 

            The rest of my night was masturbation; I didn’t have the headspace for anything else.  I did take two breaks: once to help the tow truck guy (and move my employee parking placard from the Miata to the SUV), once to eat. 

            I came nine times that night before I felt relieved enough to get ready for bed.  One of the times, I came just by playing with my beard and chest hair.  One of the times, I came just by looking at my dick and imagining it growing from its original 7 inches to its current dimensions over and over, not even touching myself.  The last time, I came by imagining Oz’s face when he got home on Friday and saw me towering above him.  By 11 PM, I’d built up a coat of sweat that magnified my musk to the extreme.

            I had to take a shower before I went to bed or my body hair would get matted.  When I stepped into the shower, I noticed that it was the perfect size for me.  Oz had paid extra to make this shower big enough for the both of us, and now it was the right size for me alone.  In the slowly steaming mirror, I could see my black chest hair darken even further and cling to my muscles.  Reservoirs built up on the top of each of my pecs, tumbling down in cascades whenever I bent over.  A rivulet of water torrented down both sides of my Adonis belt, crashed into my bush, and rained down from my balls.  I had to masturbate a tenth time.