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

[hoga]

I still would love to see a scene where they equal out in size and weight. 

[TQuintA]

Part 5 – The Wedding and the Honeymoon

Chapter 9

            We spent the next few days doing roughly the same things, but Jason was able to hold a full conversation, becoming his normal charming self again.  However, he did stare at me a lot, and he doubled the amount of times he applied sunscreen to my body. 

            Navigating the world at 500 pounds of freakish muscle was an interesting challenge.  Whenever I sat on a chair, I felt practically a foot taller because my ass was so massive.  Doorways, even wide ones, were logic puzzles.  I had to be delicate when I held things, or I’d crush them.  I had to be dainty when I lifted things up, or they’d go flying.  And if I embraced Jason without being careful, I could snap him in half.

            Other aspects were equally challenging.  When we sat on the beach reading, I had to learn how to hold my tablet again.  Before, I’d rested it on my chest, holding it in my hands.  However, with my chest larger than a mountain range stretching into the sky and my biceps burly barrels of muscle, I couldn’t hold my tablet there.  I had to wedge it between my chest and my chin, sliding to the next page with my nose.  The few times I looked up from my book, I caught Jason gawking at the display made by my muscular mass.

            Showering was also a two-man, two-stage job now.  All by myself, I filled the giant shower.  All the water hit the cliff of my pecs and rolled off it.  If I didn’t move back and forth and stretch while showering, I could take a shower without my abs ever getting wet.  And Jason had to wash my back and my hair, which he did as I overfilled the tub.  As hard as I tried, there was no way to reach my back, and my biceps collided into my shoulders when I reached for the top of my head, precluding shampooing myself.  Thankfully, Jason got off on washing me like a zoo beast.

            I also had to learn how to eat again.  The housekeeper/cook had been given instructions to prepare a ridiculous amount of food for the second week, and I was always hungry.  At the same time, for the first day, I had trouble getting food to my face.  My bicep would crash into my pec, and the spoon or fork could just barely reach my lips.

            Jason circumvented this challenge by feeding me my food with his fingers.  With every bite, I licked and sucked his fingers.  Thankfully, the more I practiced, the better I got at feeding myself such that after 48 hours of being an inhuman juggernaut of muscle, I was able to eat like a normal person.

            On the night of day 10, Jason was lying on top of me in front of our LED fireplace, just basking in the heat that radiated from my body.  He was lying face down on top of me so we could look at each other.  He was looking furry and sexy, growing hairier by the day.  Especially with this scraggly, untamed wild man beard, he looked incredibly rugged and hot.

            He looked deep in thought, so I asked, “Whatcha thinkin’ ’bout?”  I was worried he was thinking about the tabloid nightmare that awaited us on the mainland.

            Jason blushed.  “That I’m the biggest I’ve been in my life, and you’re twice as big as me.”

            “Really?  That’s what you’re thinking about?”  I was relieved.

            “Can’t you feel my erection?” He asked, lifting himself up and showing his cock. 

            “Of course I can,” I said.  “But you’ve been constantly erect since I got this big.  I figured it was just a permanent feature of your anatomy.”

            “You tease, but it’s not my fault.  I’m constantly blown away by the size disparity between us.”

            A thought popped into my head.  A devious, dirty, despicable thought that I knew Jason would love.

            “You know,” I tempted him.  “If I took your standard deposit right now, I’d be three times your size.”

            “What?”

            “185 times 3.  That’s 555.  If I took your standard 67 pound deposit, I’d be 569, and you’d be 185.”

            I felt something warm and sticky on my abs.

            “You’d do that?”

            “For a night,” I said.  “I’d want to go back to 500 before we went to bed.”

            Jason bounced off me and helped me up onto my feet.  “Then you can borrow 67 pounds,” he cheered.

            Jason the bodybuilder-sized superhero dwindled down to Jason the TV star.  He was still fit and muscular at 185, a physique most guys would kill for, but he looked like a very fit guy, not the bastion of muscle I knew him as at home.

            Then I felt it.  My muscles expanded even further.  My chest rose up even more fully.  My arms pushed out even thicker.  My ass widened.  My legs pressed fully into each other.  I felt like a ton of concrete had been poured into me.  I wanted to look around to survey the damage as it happened, but my ever-increasing size was making that impossible.  I was beyond huge.  From the inside, I felt massive.  I’d already felt planet-sized at 500; 67 more pounds was like adding a moon to my orbit.  I felt so heavy and powerful that lesser men would fall into geosynchronous orbit around me.

            Jason walked up to me and flexed his arm.  It looked small and lean, but with some noticeable definition and just a hint of size.

            I flexed my arm, and it was reality-alteringly huge, thicker around than his chest.

            I tried to walk, and I could wiggle my way a few steps forward at a time, but I now had to throw my legs out so far to propel myself forward that after just those few steps, I had to stop to catch my breath and reposition my body to reorient myself.  I couldn’t look down; I couldn’t look left or right.  My muscles were too hard, thick, and swollen for those basic operations.  When I reached the door, I realized my only way through would be to plow through it like a cartoon character, leaving a muscleman-shaped hole behind me.

            "Jason," I said. “Take some pictures of the two of us together.  This is so extreme that we need photographic evidence, and if I went to get it myself, it would take 2 hours.”

            “On it,” Jason replied as he ran to grab his camera.  He set it up to take a picture every ten seconds, and then we went through a few flexes and poses. 

            Jason looked through the photos, thrilled with what he saw, showing me a few choice pictures on the camera screen.  The mass of muscle next to Jason barely looked human—vaguely human-shaped piles of muscle, really.  Jason, though, Jason glowed.  He looked so elated, so delighted.  His face practically radiated a light of intense joy and lust.  It inspired me.

            “Set the camera back up to take some more photos,” I said.

            “Why?”

            “You’re going to want some more pictures.  Tomorrow’s your 30^th birthday, and I want to do something for you that I will never do again, but I want you to have the experience of it once.”

            “Okay?” Jason was confused.

            “Once,” I said.

            “You got it.  This is your talent.  I’ve said nothing.”

            “I wanted to fuck you at this size, but I just don’t have the dexterity.  If you lend me 35 more pounds, you’ll be 150 pounds.  I’ll be 604.  Four times your size.”

            “Four times?” Jason said, his voice trembling.

            “Will you be able to speak if I do this?”

            Jason nodded solemnly and wordlessly.  Then, he shook his head to refocus his thoughts and added, “You can hardly function at three times my size.”

            “I know,” I said.  “At four times your size, I’ll be completely unable to move.  And then,” I teased, feigning helplessness, “whatever you want to do me, sexually or not, I’m not really going to be able to stop it.  Am I?”  Jason’s eyes grew wider than I’d ever seen them.  “I can barely move now.  35 more pounds, and I’m trapped here.  Subject to any whim and flight of fancy you might have.”

            Jason blurted out, “You can borrow 35 more pounds.”  He whittled down to a very skinny tall guy.  Rail thin.  Five pounds smaller than I’d ever seen him, and at that weight range, five pounds really made a difference.  He was still hot; he was still Jason, but he looked so small and so young.

            At the same time, I felt his muscles pour into me, heavy and thick.  My chest pushed up so fully into my chin that I had to use deliberate force to pry open my mouth.  My arms were so far out to the sides that I was practically a T.  I could still move my arms a little bit, I could still wiggle my fingers and toes, but otherwise, I was just a statue of muscle.  I had never felt so heavy and so strong, and yet so completely at Jason’s mercy.  I could feel my cock grow steely hard at the thought of being a prisoner of my own muscle.

            Jason’s camera took a whole slew of pictures of us, and then he vanished completely.

            I assume he was under my pecs, but I really had no way of telling.  I was just too big to see where he was.  All I could see was muscle.

            Then I could feel it.  His ass on my cock.  I don’t know what position he took, but he was fucking himself with my erect cock.  I just had to stand there.  Now, I was his masturbatory aid.  I was so immobilized that I was just a muscular rubbing post for him to fuck himself with.  I felt powerless, and yet orgasmically powerful at the same time.  My dick was still hypersensitive, and my brain was alive with pleasure, even though I could barely move to react to it. I stood there, twitching autonomically as Jason put my cock through its paces.

            As the pleasure in my cock built, I heard the string of curses that indicated that Jason was orgasming.

            And then, my cock swelled a little bit further and shot.  On a normal day, I make a lot of noise when I orgasm.  A 600-pound version of me?  The roof shook.  I practically felt the whole island shake.  But Jason kept pumping.  It didn’t feel like his ass anymore—it felt like his hands.  But even though I had just orgasmed, he was pumping me, teasing and tickling the sensitive head of my cock.  And I couldn’t fight back. I wanted to shake him off me, but my body was too big to move that way, so I just sat there, orgasming and trembling.  The pleasure was so intense that I wanted to force him away from my cock, but I could barely wiggle my arms, and kicking him away was entirely out of question.  I just had to stand there while he kept up the hand job right after I’d orgasmed.  He pushed me past pleasure into pain, pain so intense that I winced constantly, and my breathing grew erratic.  My cock was on fire.  Then, the pain turned back into pleasure, back into pain, into torture, back around into pleasure.  The whole time, my lungs screaming for oxygen and my heart thundering in my ears. 

            I later learned that he kept this up for almost ten minutes.  He kept my 16-inch cock in that highly sensitive, aroused state for almost ten whole minutes.  Then, somehow, the orgasm cycled back around, and I was cumming again, a brand new orgasm without the last orgasm having ever properly stopped. 

            This time, the island definitely shook.

            “That was incredible,” Jason said.

            “I’m going to be vibrating for hours,” I managed to say, still trying to catch my breath.  “Maybe days.” 

            Would I ever feel normal again?  It was hard to believe so at that moment.  All my instincts were to give Jason back his deposit so I could move around, sit down, calm down at some semblance of normal.  So, out loud, I asked, “I don’t want to cut your fun short, but are you ready for me to give you back your muscle?”

            “Yeah,” Jason said with a sadness in his voice.  “It was a nice visit, even if it was a short one.”

            “What time is it?” I asked.

            “Almost midnight,” Jason responded.  A second later, he corrected himself.  “Now it’s midnight.”

            Inside me, that part of me that just knew the rules, was trying to tell me something, so I went with it.

            “Jason, you can have back your muscle.  And, on top of that, you can borrow 125 additional pounds of muscle, four inches of cock, and half of the testicle size I’m borrowing.”

[arpeejay]

Delicious!

In the Richardverse, Vaughn at 567 would have 47 inch arms -- definitely bigger than the chest of a tall (6'4?) 185 lber. And a 113 inch chest. Of course, he would also be completely mobile because whatever magic made him that big would also somehow make everything work. But what fun would THAT be given just how delightful The Immobilization of Vaughn turned out to be?!?!

[actorsarecool]

Glad to see Jason getting in the action. Excellent twist!  Can’t wait to see what happens next!

[ploder4]

That would put them both at 375 lbs if I'm right.   MUSCLE TITAN SEX ENSUING!!  Lol

[arpeejay]

3 hours ago, ploder4 said:

That would put them both at 375 lbs if I'm right.   MUSCLE TITAN SEX ENSUING!!  Lol

Isn't it nice that we can do arithmetic, too?!?!

Kinda like Craig Golias (6'3, 360) and Illia (6'1, 350) going at it! Can you imagine?!

 

[ploder4]

Too bad that of they both got any bigger they'd have trouble with it.

[Two]

Seems the rules have shifted again. I guess that if it's one's birthday, Vaughn can lend them muscles that weren't originally theirs? Regardless, I'm very happy that Jason will get to experience sort of being The Repository for once.

[Tjdonger]

Amazing! The story gets hotter and hotter each chapter….thank you! I’ll get cleaned up again. More please…

[jwood]

Is Vaughn absolutely certain he will never be 600 lbs again?