m/m The Repository - (Complete Story, 10/15/21)

[MadDog]

You, sir, are teasing me with what all that new ball and cock is gonna do to his hormones and hair long-term! He's gonna be a proper bear when it's done with him, I'm sure!

[DawnFire98]

On 10/1/2021 at 9:04 PM, TQuintA said:

The kitchen was full of a number of appliances I couldn’t even name, but we’d only go in there for three reasons: the cold drinks in the fridge, the snacks in the cabinets, and the whipped cream if Jason wanted me for late night dessert.

This for me is the funniest sentence in the chapter.

[TQuintA]

Part 5 – The Wedding and the Honeymoon

Chapter 8

            The next morning, I woke up to the most powerful morning wood I have ever had in my life.  It wasn’t wood—it was a tree.  A Ponderosa pine—a mighty redwood—was growing out of my crotch.  It stretched high.  Jason was already awake, staring at it, marveling that something so impossibly huge had been inside of him.

            After I’d taken care of my morning needs—pointing that thing at a toilet was an ongoing challenge in and of itself—Jason was kicking his feet idly while sitting on the edge of the bed.  “I kind of wish there was a treadmill or something,” he said.  “I’m just used to starting my morning off with a workout.  And that way, I could enjoy this honeymoon food without so much guilt.”

            I sighed and opened our closet.  “I didn’t want to show you this,” I said.  “Because I was worried you’d spend our whole honeymoon here.  But I had them provide this because I expected you’d want it.”  At the back of the closet was another door.  It opened into a small gym.  It wasn’t very fully stocked, but it had a treadmill, a stationary bike, and a handful of free weights.

            He kissed me on the cheek and, without even getting dressed, jumped on the treadmill.  “Thank you.  I needed this.”  I watched him running on the treadmill—his pecs bouncing, his ass and legs swelling and contracting with each step.  His cock flapping around.  His abs tightened and flexed as he ran.  The whole thing was mesmerizing.  I could feel my balls roil from the show he was unintentionally giving me.

            While he was jogging, the alarm on our phones went off.  I closed the doors to the gym and just stayed in there with Jason, knowing he was nowhere near done with his jog.  We heard the boat pull away before Jason finished.

            “She was barely here,” he said, a slight breathlessness to his voice.

            “This place puts a premium on privacy,” I explained.  “She probably prepared our food elsewhere, cooked it quickly on our stove, plated it, and left.  The people I booked this cabin with said that she would be here three times a day.  The breakfast and dinner visits are supposed to be about 15 minutes each.  The lunch visit is about 30 minutes.  Longer if we’ve made a real mess of things.”

            Jason nodded and then finished his jog.

            When we went out to the bedroom, the bed was made with fresh sheets, and the bottle of lube we’d left on the floor had been placed back on the nightstand.

            “She may have done some light cleaning too,” I added.

            After breakfast, Jason looked at me with a worried face.

            “What are you worried about now?” I asked.

            “You know I love having sex with you.  Especially with equipment that big.  And you know I love the beach.  But is that all we’re doing for two weeks?”

            “With all this testosterone flooding me,” I said, hefting one of my enlarged nuts, “I bet I could fuck you for two weeks.”

            Jason rolled his eyes, but I wasn’t entirely kidding.

            With a smile, I continued, “You didn’t look around well enough yesterday.”  I led him back to the living area, and reached into a pocket on the side of the couch.  From it, I pulled out a remote.  I pointed the remote at the largest wall, and a panel slid back, revealing a large TV.  “There’s a state of the art sound system wired into every room of the house, hooked up to a satellite radio for music, dancing, and karaoke.”  I clicked the display on the TV over to the next screen.  “There’s a movie library full of TV shows and movies—even porn if we want it.”  I clicked over to the next screen.  “There’s also a handful of video games, but that’s more for me than for you.”  Then, from the same pocket on the couch, I pulled out two tablets.  “These are preloaded with more books than we could read in two months, let alone two weeks.  Everything from the classics of world literature to the worst pieces of utter trash ever published.”  I put the tablets back.  “And if you really want it, I can make a phone call and have a jet ski here in half an hour.”

            “You really thought of everything,” he said.

            “Most of this stuff comes standard with the cabin.  The only thing I had them add was the gym.  That room is kept empty to individualize the experience for their guests.”

            Jason came on over and hugged me tight.

            “Okay,” he said.  “Now that I’ve had breakfast, I want to brush my teeth and shower off my gym sweat and get ready for our day.”

            I smiled deviously as he went to the bathroom.

            After a few minutes, I heard the words I was expecting.  “Miles, where’s my shaving stuff?”

            I walked into the bathroom to find Jason with a towel around his waist, his body wet from his shower, digging through his toiletry bag.

            “Did you forget to pack it?” he asked, digging harder.

            “I forgot nothing,” I said, smiling.  “It’s my honeymoon too.”

            He stopped digging to look at me.

            “I’ve seen you stubbly,” I said.  “I’ve seen you after two days of no shaving.  But I’ve never seen just how hairy Jason Prentiss can get.  And I think he’d look dead sexy with a beard and some chest hair.  Considering how much thicker my body hair’s likely to get this next two weeks, I figured let’s go all in.”

            “I won’t be on camera for two weeks,” Jason added, closing his toiletries bag and flashing me a look of pleased acquiescence.

            “Happy honeymoon to me,” I said.

            Jason put on a pair of tight swim trunks and his favorite teal t-shirt and then went to my bag to grab something for me.  When he opened it, he asked, “Did you pack any clothes?”

            I responded, “As I said, it’s my honeymoon too.”

            “But seriously?  No clothes?”

            I pulled out my second suitcase from under the bed.  I opened it, and there were clothes.  “Of course, I brought clothes.  But I knew I’d have this anaconda,” I pointed to my massive cock, “So I only plan on wearing clothes for romantic stuff.  Like candlelit dinners.  Otherwise, I plan on getting in touch with my inner nudist.”

            “As long as your inner nudist isn’t a permanent visitor,” Jason said.

            “I swear, he lives on this island only.”

            The first few days, we spent almost all of our time outside swimming in the water or reading on the sand.  Jason made sure we were sun-safe, and I made sure the housekeeper never saw our exposed cocks.

            And we had a lot of sex.  A lot of sex.  All the hormones surging from my ridiculously oversized balls had me horny as a teenager and constantly nipping at Jason’s shoulders.  Sometimes literally.  Jason, usually the sexual aggressor in our dynamic, eagerly kept up. 

            Those first few days, I also learned a lot about lube.  I learned that I liked warming lube, and kicked myself for never having tried it before.  I was not a fan of flavored lube, especially mint.  Mint was a bad idea to put on anyone’s dick.

            By the end of day four, Jason could take all of my cock so fully that I could piledrive him, and he’d beg for more.  He even managed to just get the head into his mouth, but it involved nearly dislocating his jaw and made his breathing an issue—both medically worrisome.  So, we decided no deepthroating while I was at this exorbitant size.  But there were lots of other ways to have sex.

            On top of all that, every morning, I got to see Jason’s body hair come in a little bit more.  By Day 3, he had passed sexy stubble and crossed over into starter-beard territory.  It was thick and bristly—the same jet black as his head.  His chest hair was taking a little longer to come in, but it was growing more noticeable every day.  And when he ran that fuzz over my cock—or any part of my body, really—my nerve endings danced, and if I wasn’t already erect, my cock would rise up and salute.

            I, likewise, was growing more hirsute by the day.  As Jason’s beard came in, mine thickened and grew denser, even darkening into a richer brown, and the hair on my chest was spreading outwards as the patch on my abs climbed north and south.  I was turning into a proper hairy fuck.

            Sometimes, I would catch him staring at me on the beach while we read.  Sometimes, I would stare at him while we read.

            Day 5 was slightly overcast, so we decided to spend it inside watching sappy romance movies.  After lunch, Jason showcased his golden pipes with a karaoke concert, even convincing me to join him on a duet or two.  I don’t know if it was the lack of an audience or the surge of new hormones, but I hit some low notes I didn’t know I could reach.  I wasn’t a particularly good singer, but what I lacked in skill I made up for in enthusiasm.  Jason’s voice was dreamy as always.

            By Day 6, Jason’s chest hair had finally come in, and I spent a good two hours just running my hands through it as I plowed him with my elephantine cock.  The whole time, Jason’s hands were caught in the impenetrable forest of my own chest hair, which was beginning to curl as it lengthened.

            That night, we decided on a romantic dinner, so I got dressed for the first time in a week.  I wore Jason’s favorite suit (well, my favorite suit when I wasn’t taking Jason’s standard deposit).  Of course, with the exception of the tailor-made tux, I hadn’t worn a suit since Flynn’s wedding gift, so my favorite suit wasn’t designed for a man who was perpetually 330, and the pants did nothing to hide the cock underneath.  I actually had trouble both buttoning and belting the pants shut, and there was a soccer-ball-sized bulge sticking out front.  I had to leave the top two buttons unbuttoned, so my chest hair more than swirled through.  But, by the end, I was dressed for the evening.  Jason, who must have realized I wouldn’t fit in my clothes, wore a star white dress shirt with none of the buttons done so I could see his chest hair, too, and get a peek at his gorgeous abs.

            On Day 7, I had a new surprise planned for Jason.

            Right after lunch, I picked up my cell phone and made a call.

            “Who are you calling?” Jason asked.  “I don’t think I’d like jet skiing.”

            “This, I know you’ll like.”

            When I got off the phone, I could feel it hit me like a truck.

            My entire body began swelling with muscle, thickening beyond huge.  My shoulders widened so broadly and so round, pushed so far away.  I could see them easily even when I was looking forward, and the different heads of my delts were striated like rock layers as my shoulders blew up even further.  My lats and back swelled wide, pushing my arms even further away from my body and increasing my impossible width beyond magnitude.  My biceps bulged up too, pushing into my body, fighting for space as they thickened, and thickened, and bulged, and bulged, and burgeoned and burgeoned with so much muscle—swollen and powerful and thick with sinew and brawn.  The muscle fibers and veins forced to the surface.  My triceps bulged out in the opposite direction—the fibers etched in to my triceps, adding even more width to my body as they pushed out further than my biceps.

            My traps rose up to kiss my ears, and my neck thickened mightily.  My head was encased with muscle, and it too thickened with beef and brawn, drawing out hollows in my cheek and strengthening my jaw.

            My legs ballooned out so fast and so full that I had to spread them three times as my quads passed impossibly huge twice over.  Cables of power lined my thighs.  They pressed so tightly into each other that my gigantic cock and balls were pushed out front and center, making them look even larger.  My calves hardened and developed until they were thick as hams—diamond hard and surreally thick.  My ass went from a mighty massive ass to two gargantuan globes of power. It was round and firm and jutted back so far that you could easily rest a whole set of books on them.

            My abs stayed a 6-pack, but they etched and quilted further, the lines separating them growing so deep that each ab looked like a plateau in a range of mesas.  My waist thickened out of biological necessity, but it was still impossibly small.  And yet, my obliques and Adonis belt were so defined that it looked like my abs could repel bullets.

            And my chest—my chest burst outward so thickly that it obscured the top row of my abs, but it swelled mightily and large, pushing up into my chin and spreading my arms and shoulders out even further.  Steel cables of power ribboned across my chest, showing that these massive swollen mounds were capable of strength and might beyond human comprehension.

            My body hair, spurred on by my giant testicles, was more than enough to cover my chest and abs fully, a thicket of brown fur to cover a fantastically huge body.

            When my muscles finished swelling into mind-boggling, beyond-Herculean, ultra-titanic proportions, I turned over to look at Jason.

            There was a wet spot in the sand from where he had ejaculated, and his jaw hung open.

            “Miles, this is…” he said.  “You are… Muscles that…”  I had stunned him out of all of his predicates.

            “It’s your honeymoon too,” I said.  My voice boomed out of me.  There was so much room to resonate in my chest that even talking at a normal volume was louder than a foghorn and deeper than my usual baritone.

            I stood there, heaving my muscles up and down as I breathed, all of the fibers flexing to stabilize my physique as I just stood there.

            “How big…?  How… much…?  How… what…?”  Jason was still too entranced staring at my massiveness to form a complete question.

            “How much did I have deposited?  175.  25 pounds from 7 different people.”  I pointed at my incredibly small waist.  I had comic book proportions—giant chest, giant arms, insignificant wasp waist.  “I made sure to only borrow from people with taut cores,” I clarified.  “I personally didn’t want a turtle shell.”

            “So big…” Jason said, still vainly trying to drink all of me in.

            “Are you okay, Jason?”

            “So much… 175 pounds is …” Jason realized, still unable to articulate a full thought.  “175 pounds… You’d be…”  Jason trailed off again.   His cock twitched, indicating he did his arithmetic correctly.

            I flexed my arm, blowing it up into a mound of muscle more comparable to a bodybuilder’s pec than a man’s arm, and even then, it’d be a huge bodybuilder’s pec.  I had trouble flexing to get it to its full height, but I got it there.  “I’m 500 pounds.  Just a smidge over.”

            Jason was wavering, his knees unsteady.

            “If you faint, I don’t think I can get there in time to catch you,” I said.  I waddled over to him, needing to take exaggeratedly wide steps, throwing my leg all the way around the other, causing my cock to sway impossibly in front.

            Jason shook his head, fruitlessly trying to gather his thoughts back into coherence. 

            “I had thought about blowing myself up into these proportions on day one, but plans like these have a natural rhythm.  They need a steady build-up.  Also, I feared it would render me completely immobile.  And while that might be fun for one night, I wouldn’t want to spend two weeks as a beached whale.  Thankfully, I can still get around.  Mostly.”

            I demonstrated again how slowly I had to move, but when I reached him, my pecs pressed fully into him while I was still over a foot away.  My body was a walking paradox.  I felt heavier than I ever had—I could feel gravity trying to pull me down to Earth’s core, and I left deep footprints in the sand.  And yet, at the same time, I felt a power and virility run though me making me think I could tear ocean liners in half bare-handed.  And everywhere I looked was muscle.  If I looked down, my chin crashed fully into my chest, and I couldn’t see past my pecs.  I couldn’t fully turn my head to the left or right, but if I did, my shoulders obscured my view.  I was completely ensconced by my own muscles.

            “You’re 250 magnificent pounds,” I taunted, “and I’m twice as big as you.”

            Instinctively, Jason flexed his bicep, swelling it huge by any metric, and I flexed mine, putting his to shame.

            Jason stared wordlessly at my brawn.  I’d pushed him so far he couldn’t form half a sentence anymore.  So, I picked him up (with one hand) and curled him a few times effortlessly, just to show him how giant I was.  Then, I threw him over my shoulder like a rag doll and slowly made my way back to the bedroom.

            The wall to the living room had been slid fully into the wall, so I could just walk into that.  The door to the bedroom, though, was a much bigger challenge.  I tossed Jason through it, and he flew the ten feet to our bed easily.  I essentially caber-tossed him across the room effortlessly.

            Jason landed with an inarticulate moan.  I could tell from his voice the thought turned him on powerfully.

            Then, I had to get through the door.  Head on was impossible as I was wider than the door by half.  Sideways was impossible, as I was wider than the door that way too.  But, if I twisted myself like a corkscrew as I leaned to the side, I could just—just—force myself through, but I was putting a lot of pressure on the doorjamb.

            I went over to the sliding wall in this room and slid it open as well.  “I’m just using the walls from now on.”

            Once I was at the bed, Jason reflexively tried to move into our favorite position when I topped (him on his back with his legs over my shoulders), but when he tried, my shoulders were just to massive and boulder-like and my pecs were just too large of obstacles for him.

            Instead, I picked him up, and then lowered him onto my cock, like a masturbatory aid, not the love of my life.  Pumping him up and down.  Jason spent the whole time animalistically licking, hugging, and caressing my pecs, blown away by just how enormous they were.  He even tried reaching between them, but even when they were unflexed, he couldn’t force his way in.

            When I came, I bellowed so loudly that it sounded like a cannon had gone off.

            Jason, by this point, had orgasmed four or five times. 

            After my orgasm, I held Jason up, fully impaled on my cock, basking in the post-coital bliss.  As we stood there, I could see he was happy to have a break. 

            “I can’t do that every day,” Jason said, huffing and puffing. 

            “You’re back with us?” I asked, happy he had formed a full sentence.

            Jason nodded, still panting a little jerkily.  “I think I’m back.”

            “I was too much for you there for a little bit.”

            Jason nodded again.  “In the best way possible.”

            “Let me know when you’re ready to go again,” I said.  “I’m only momentarily sated.”

            Jason looked both aroused and aghast.  “The human body has its limits.”

            “Does it?” I asked.  I walked around for a bit with him on my cock.  It was large enough that even as it softened, there was enough in him to plug him into place.  His 250 pounds on my body didn’t really feel like much of a burden.

            I walked all the way to the water with him on my cock, and he just leaned against me, trying to cradle my steely, mind-shatteringly hard musculature.

            When we got to the water, I took him off my cock.  We stood there in the surf, just comparing our bodies.  Jason was as big as a professional bodybuilder at 250 pounds, with huge pecs, taut abs, giant biceps, and a fuckable ass.  And I made him look like half a man.  My arm was as thick as his thighs.

            “Happy honeymoon to me,” Jason crowed.

[arpeejay]

Thank you, Cheese Whiz!! 

[TQuintA]

Just now, arpeejay said:

Thank you, Cheese Whiz!! 

Is that a compliment?

[arpeejay]

16 minutes ago, TQuintA said:

Is that a compliment?

Yes! It's a play on "Thank you, Jesus!" Thanks for supersizing Vaughn!

[TQuintA]

I assumed it was.  I just missed the connection. 

[hero72]

I need someone to make an illustration of Miles asap! This is so hot 

[MadDog]

Bingo! 

[arpeejay]

18 hours ago, TQuintA said:

I assumed it was.  I just missed the connection. 

See also "Praise, Jeebus!"