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The Centre - Part One
 

Ben wasn’t quite sure how he found the video on YouTube.  He had gotten home from the pub feeling slightly pissed and lonely, and had just collapsed on his sofa.  Bored, he began first scrolling through Instagram but the incredible lives of the muscular and tanned influencers that he followed just made him even more depressed,  so he closed that app and proceeded to open YouTube.  

Scrolling through the videos that were in his feed, he was surprised to see one suggested titled: Explicit Penis Growth.  Lord, he thought, people will do anything for attention nowadays!  Curious and forever reminded of his own unremarkable four inch penis, Ben clicked PLAY.

The video started with what sounded like an original composition of some extremely dramatic music played on an old electric keyboard.  Over the music was the text:

Walter Bowen of The Centre

Presents

Explicit Messaging

For Male Penis Enhancement

Copyright: 2021

MALE penis enhancement, thought Ben.  Who else would it be for??

As the music faded the face of an older man, probably in his late forties, early fifties appeared on the screen.  Professionally dressed in a dark blue suit and paisley tie, the man was sitting at a paper-strewn desk and staring intently into the camera.  When he did eventually speak, it was slow, calm, and direct.

WB:  Good Morning , Good Afternoon, or Good Evening.  My name is Walter Bowen of The Centre, and you are currently viewing my video: Explicit Messaging for Male Penis Enhancement.  Please note that viewing this video WILL cause irreversible and permanent changes to your male anatomy.  If you do not wish to experience these changes to your person, I recommend you stop this video immediately.  I will now give you several seconds to do so if you wish.

The man paused speaking, but continued to look directly into the camera.  Damn, he’s intense, noted Ben, and a brilliant actor.  You’d think he really believes his own pitch!  Twenty seconds later, Walter Bowen began speaking again.

WB:  Your decision to continue viewing this video waves the creator of any responsibility that occurs due to the material.  If you are being forced to watch this video, you will need to take your complaint up with the proper authorities.   Now that we have all of that out of the way, let’s begin.

Throughout the course of this video… a video that will no doubt change your life, you WILL listen and follow my instructions.  Only through the following will you be able to become one with The Centre and achieve the results you are seeking.  Now, quickly remove your trousers and undergarments, fold them properly, and place them aside.  

Ben hesitated for a few seconds, but then decided to follow Walter’s instructions.  What else did he have to loose, and when you’re alone on a Saturday night, anything different is better than nothing at all.  Removing his jeans, he quickly wadded them into a ball and tossed them onto a chair.  He then proceeded to do the same with his boxer briefs.

WB:  Good.  Very good.  Being able to follow instructions will be paramount to your success.  Now, close your eyes and listen carefully to my voice and only my voice.

Closing his eyes, Ben leaned his head onto the back of the sofa.

WB:  Excellent.  Remember, you must listen to the sound of my voice and only the sound of my voice.  Wonderful.  I already feel that we make a great team.  We will go far together on this adventure.

Now, I would like you to breath in and out… in and out.  Take a deep breath… hold it for 5 counts… and breathe out.  Again… breathe in… hold for 5… and breathe out.  One more time, breathe in… hold for 5 counts… and breathe out.

Very well done.  Now, begin to focus on your penis.  Picture it in your head.  Mentally draw a picture of it with your mind.  Is it soft or hard?  Fat or thin?  Cut or uncut?  Picture your penis and hold it in your mind's eye.

The penis, the one you are seeing with your Minds Eye, is the most powerful organ of your entire body.  This is where you must draw your strength from… your courage.  Your penis is your umbilical cord into The Centre… the centre of this and to every universe in existence.  Acknowledging such a powerful connection is paramount, as is treating your penis as the deity it is.

Perhaps though, when you look at your own penis, you only see it through a societal gaze.  You see it as not big enough… not hard enough… not girthy enough… not powerful enough… not MANLY enough.  This is the curse society has placed on us.  How can you compete with the phalluses of porn stars… actors… politicians… or the lucky few whose genes enabled them to grow organs of a suitable size for society.

I’m going to let you in on a little secret.  Your penis IS powerful… your penis IS a deity.  Your penis IS the centre of the Universe.

Repeat after me.  My penis is powerful.

Ben remained quiet, but, as if the voice knew of his silence, it spoke again.

WB:  You heard me and you WILL repeat after me!  My penis is powerful.

This time Ben spoke up.

“My penis is powerful.”

WB:  Good.  My penis is a deity.

My penis is a deity.

WB:  Excellent!!  My penis is The Centre!

“My penis is the centre!!!!”

Ben couldn’t believe how orgasmic it felt to say that out loud, but as soon as he did, he could feel his penis start to stiffen.

WB:  Good work.  The sense of pride you must have felt as you said those words out loud for the first time can be overwhelming. Pouring out your soul so honestly deserves a reward.  Touch your penis.  Go on.  Take your hand and wrap it around the hard shaft.

Ben did as he was told and felt a shiver run through him as his palm met the soft skin of his own penis.

WB:  what you feel as you slowly touch yourself, that is the feeling of power and energy running through your penis from The Centre.  Do you feel it?

“Yes.”

WB:  turn it up a notch.  Feel it running up and down the shaft, into the glans, and back down into your testicles.  This pattern is repeated over and over again, slowly becoming more intense.  It feels as if a current is connected from your penis to what you were always meant to be.  

Yes, Ben thought, as a drop of pre fell from the slit in his head and down the shaft.  I can really feel it… it almost… almost burns….  His cock felt so hard and so sensitive at the moment that he wanted to open his eyes and witness something he had never seen it felt before, but he didn’t since Walter hadn’t said that he could.

WB:  Your penis is now the centre of every Universe, and you are feeling the power that is at your command.  Feel it tearing through your testicles, up and around the shaft, and explode into the thickness of your gland.  Welcome more and more power into your penis…

More pre began to flow from Ben’s cock as he welcomed the power… willed it to enter him.

WB:  Yes.  Let it fill you.  Let it over power you!  Let it take you over!  Every molecule… every atom of your penis is at your command!  Command it to grow!

Grow!!

WB:  Command it to swell!!

Swell!!

WB:  command it to become the penis it was always meant to be!!

My cock deserves to be massive!!  I deserve to be massive!!

WB:  Yes!!  Embrace your destiny!!  Can you feel it?  Can you feel each atom… each molecule… every cell in the shaft of your penis are beginning to replicate.  Over and over and over you feel this as your shaft slowly begins to swell.

Ben’s whole body began to sweat as he felt the exact sensation in his penis the voice was describing.  He could feel each cell in the shaft of his penis replicating until he felt it push at his palm, forcing his hand to open slightly.  A huge grin formed on Ben’s face as he let out a moan of pleasure.

WB:  you must be wondering, is this real?  How can this possibly be happening?  Is this only my imagination playing a trick on me?  The answer is a definitive, No!  What you feel is your own penis filling more and more with blood, forcing it to become thicker and more substantial.  Each beat of your heart forces your organ to become more and more engorged… more and more the centre of your very being.  Speak to me.  Tell me how you feel.

“This feels so damn amazing!  There aren’t words to describe it.  I don’t ever want it to stop!

WB:  Your own voice, your own will causes your cock to thicken further.  Feel it pulse in your hand as it becomes more and more immense.  More and more the organ of one of the chosen few.  Your hand.  You can feel your thumb and forefinger separating further and further and further away from each other.  You feel as if your cock is a balloon and an invisible aly is filling it more and more with water.  Now as you slowly stroke your cock, it no longer feels familiar.  It now feels like a new and powerful entity ready to take control!  The skin is so tight… the shaft is so substantial… this is a penis that will stretch every condom that you put on... stretch every vagina… stretch every hole.  

Fuck me… feels so fat now…  so solid!

WB:  As each inch continues to swell, you begin to feel another sensation taking over your penis.  At the base, you feel a tug… a pull… a yanking that starts to give you the impression that an invisible force is trying to tear your penis from your body.  Not so!  This force is acting as a catalyst to your legacy of those who have been chosen for an immense future.

Ben grit his teeth as he felt the pull on his penis get more intense by the minute.  He longed to open his eyes and witness his cock’s metamorphosis, to feast his eyes on the epic piece of flesh that was being reborn on his body.  He refused though to succumb to the temptation.  What if opening his eyes reversed whatever was happening to his cock!   What if opening his eyes cut the connection between his cock and this cosmic power source?  Worst of all, what if opening his eyes proved that this entire experience was all in his head?  A forceful tug at his cock elicited a guttural groan and reassured him to keep his eyes closed.

WB:  Feel your penis pulse, pull, and throb as it takes on new proportions.  Soon… very soon… what you once possessed will be a distant memory and you will have obtained an organ to shout from the mountain tops over.

Feel the weight as it pulls down in your crotch.  Did you ever imagine that your own penis could be this heavy?  You took for granted that your sec organs felt like they weighed nothing… but not anymore.  Without support it will always pull down, reminding you of the power you possess.

Feel as it thickens further in your hand.  How does it feel?  How would you describe it?

Like a fuckin Coke can!!  My cock feels as thick as a Coke can!!!

WB:  Do you feel the veins growing larger and erupting to the surface to better feed your new centre of gravity?

Yes!!  Yes I do!  Veins feel more like tubing than ever before.

WB:  Experience the tug and tension and contraction as your penis forces itself longer.  At first it’s only a hair longer… not noticeable at all… but from a hair… a millimetre longer… and longer… and LONGER… until, as you stroke, you feel yourself covering more surface area than ever before.

It does feel longer!!  My cock’s growing longer!!  I can’t believe it!!

WB:  An intense erotic sensation fills your entire being as your shaft grows an extra inch longer.  Your body shivers and quakes as a new emotion grips you.  Your heart starts to race… your skin becomes more sensitive to a touch… your nerve endings explode with fire!  What can be causing these new responses?

Let us explore.  Turn your mind's eye away from your burgeoning penal monument to the true centre of your power… your testicles.  Experience the throbbing as they too begin to swell larger.  Feel your testosterone levels rise as they emit wave after wave of transformative energy.

Ben began to pant faster as his heart sped up.  He could feel his balls actually swelling larger, feel them taking up more and more space between his legs.  Moving his hands from his shaft to his balls, he discovered that what had once been olive sized were now roughly the diameter of chicken eggs… and still they pulsated with life…

WB:  As your testicles proceed to swell, you can feel a mechanism deep inside of you begin to spark and come to life.  Do you feel it?  Do you feel your testicles starting to produce more and more life giving essence?  Soon your testicles are so full… so heavy… it actually begins to hurt.

Ben groaned as he felt his testicles swell larger, each one filled with what felt like gallons of cum.  Suddenly, he held his breath as he felt movement coming from his balls, up the shaft, and out of the slit.  More precum than he had ever produced before came pouring out in what seemed like an endless deluge.

WB:  The energy flowing from The Centre, into your penis, and out into the world must feel to you, a mind altering experience.  You will do anything to relive this event over and over again: feeling your penis swell with might… the shaft stretching to mighty proportions… even the glans… the tip of your penis flaring larger and meatier; rivaling the shaft in terms of thickness and becoming the most sensitive area of your being!

Each second brings you closer to the brink as your penis rises with life.  Soon you can’t help yourself, and you begin to stroke your penis.

Ben couldn't and wouldn’t deny himself this pleasure, and when he touched his enlarged shaft again, he moaned louder than he ever had before.  His cock… his entire cock was burning with heat, pulsating thicker, stretching so much longer, and becoming more sensitive than it had ever been in his entire life.  Ben laughed out loud as he began, at first, slowly moving his hand up and down the shaft, but with time, began to jerk it with more and more intensity.  He simply couldn't stop… mustn’t stop!  He finally felt connected to his true power source.

WB:  All energy comes from The Centre, into your body, and deposits itself into your crotch.  Repeat!!

All energy comes from The Centre, into your body, and deposits itself into your crotch.  Repeat!!

All energy comes from The Centre, into your body, and deposits itself into my crotch!!

As Ben’s voice merged with the other, their fervor became paramount.  Over and over again the litany was chanted, until both voices spoke as one.

Grabbing and jerking his cock with such intensity, Ben could feel the entire thing growing all at once.  His mania grew until he was bucking his hips up into the air and fucking his own hand.  From his balls he felt a mounting pressure beginning to build.  Harder and harder he jerked his cock while focusing on the words he was saying until suddenly he was one with The Centre.

It was as if time simply stopped as a massive surge of energy shot through him causing his body to spasm.  Letting go of his own cock, Ben felt his entire body fill with more and more power until it finally burst from him.

Ben cried out as cum began to be fired from his cock over and over.  He could feel the heat as it landed on his chest, his face, and beyond.  Grabbing onto his cock, he was surprised how strong and hard it felt, and how extremely powerful each spurt was.  Eventually, after ten or eleven ropes of cum being fired from his cock, it began to subside.

Catching his breath, Ben caugh the closing words of the sponsor.

WB:  Congratulations on successfully tapping into The Centre.  All power begins at The Centre and ends in you, transforming yourself into your ideal.  We shall meet again soon.  Until then… 

Another bolt of energy shot through Ben and he suddenly ejaculated one last time.  As he did, his eyes flew open and he was able to see his cock for the first time.  

Staring unbelievably at the size of the beast he now possessed, Ben nearly burst into tears.  It was truly a work of art.  Thicker than a beer can with an even larger mushroom tip, the entire thing had to be larger than eight inches.  Jumping up from the couch, he ran to grab a tape measure, cum dripping from his body onto the floor.

When he stood, his initial centre of gravity was thrown off.  His cock and balls pulled at him as their weight weighed him down.  I never thought of balls being heavy… but now mine certainly are!!  He loved the weight, the mass, the pull of his cock and balls toward the floor.  It was simply an erotic feeling only a select few got to feel… and now he was one of them.

Measuring the length, Ben gasped.  8.5 inches!  His cock had grown to be 8.5 inches.  That means he grew over four and a half inches while simply listening to a YouTube video.

Moving his exhausted body back to the couch, Ben thought about The Centre.  If he could truly tap into what felt like an endless source of power, he could indeed transform himself into his ideal, exactly as the voice said.

Grabbing his severely cum coated phone, he turned it on and opened the YouTube app.  There, frozen, was the face of the man who had given him the greatest gift he had ever received.  Pressing the screen, the video started over.

Quickly, Ben pressed pause.  Should he listen to it again?  Would it work again?  If so… how far would he go.  How massive did he want to be?  Pressing Play, Ben grinned as the music began.  He will do it once more tonight… as an experiment.  Then he would stop until tomorrow; until he had time to think his actions through.  One thing he did know, he needed to learn how to control The Centre by himself.  He needed to find the man behind the voice.

 

 

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Part Two
 

As Ben slowly woke up, he could hear voices coming from outside his window.  Although he enjoyed the bust energy of living on the High Street in Hackney, Saturday mornings always drove him crazy when the outdoor market woke him so early.  This morning, especially, he did not want to wake up.  He had obviously drank too much last night and now he was paying for it.  His head hurt and his mouth tasted like cotton.  Worse of all, he had to piss so bad his entire groin ached.  I could just let go and piss right here and face the consequences later, he thought, and although tempted, he knew he would regret it later.

Grabbing his sheet, he attempted to fling it off of his tired body, but to his shock, he found it was stuck to him like flypaper.  Opening his weary eyes, he looked down at his sheet covered body, and in an instant, remembered everything he had gotten up to last night.  

After the initial listen, Ben had pressed play and gone through the entire session again, earning him a thirteen inch cock that looked as thick as a Guinness can!  What had been majestic the first go round had landed Ben with something wonderfully monstrous!!  After his second round of growth, Ben had jerked off three more times before his cock actually began to deflate into something a little bit more manageable.  He was amazed that every time he came, his orgasams were slightly more intense, and he was shooting larger and larger loads.

After a quick shower, during which he jerked off twice more, his loads slurping thickly down the drain, Ben had moved to his room where he caught sight of himself in his bedroom mirror.  Looking face on at his newly grown appendage, Ben marvelled at how beautiful it was… how masculine… how powerful.  All he wanted to do was worship his own cock all night long.  As he began to get hard, he felt the weight of it begin to intensify as more and more blood rushed in to fill every cavity.

As it began to further weigh him down, he was amazed that his groin muscles could still lift the heavy mast until it was pointing at a 70 degree angle from his body.  As it stood, the veins swollen and thick, he watched as the head flared out further, releasing a thick wad of precum.  The moment the pre began flowing, Ben had the constant sensation that he was pissing himself, but it was only the feeling of so much pre traveling up his shaft to be shot out like a geyser.

That night he became a slave to his own cock.  One orgasm simply wasn’t enough to satisfy his evolved sexual organs.  He would find himself cumming more than he ever had, each orgasam, yet this would cause him to be hornier than he had been before he started .  Each time he came, he tried to mop up the massive loads he was firing with a bath towel, but eventually there was so much pre and so much cum that he stopped bothering.  

Ben remembered looking at the clock and seeing that it was 3 am, but that didn’t stop him being horny as hell.  Time after time Ben came, but there was only fleeting satisfaction as his cock remained painfully hard and his balls produced an endless supply of cum.  Sometime between 5 and 6 he must have passed out, because now, here he was, his top sheet stuck to his body with dried cum.

Seeing his cock lying there, outlined by the sheet, Ben began lusting after his own body again which quickly woke his cock up.  Ben winced in pain as he felt his cock harden and began to forcefully tear the sheet that was glued to his body by his own produced fluids from his skin.  Wanting to desperately be freed of his cocoon, Ben bit the bullet and swiftly tore the crusty sheet from his body like one would tear a bandaid from an old wound.  His reward for his pain was the first morning glimpse at the thirteen inch leviathan his four inch cock had become.

You never realise how large thirteen inches actually is, Ben thought, until you have it sprouting from your body!  With every heartbeat his chick began to pulse with life.  As soon as he placed his hand upon the warm flesh column, a shudder went through him and he could feel precum begin its long flow up the shaft and out the gaping slit.

Walking toward his mirror, leaving a trail of pre behind him, Ben watched in awe the sight of the fountain his cock had become.  It was as if someone had turned on a tap inside his balls, and now an endless, orgasmic river of pre flowed forcefully from him.  Catching some in his hand, Ben proceeded to coat his cock and slowly began to stroke himself.

Once again he could hear the words in his head as he pleasured himself:  “All energy comes from The Centre, into your body, and deposits itself into your crotch.”  It was true, he thought.  The energy he had tapped into from The Centre had transformed his cock into something even Ben couldn’t understand.  Feeling it rise up in him, Ben chanted the mantra again:

“All energy comes from The Centre, into my body, and deposits itself into my crotch.”  As he chanted, Ben could feel an orgasmic rush begin to take over his balls, until his cock proceeded to pulsate, quake, and then a tsunami of cum ejected itself forcibly from his cock.  Ben fell to his knees, grunting and moaning, as he tried to control the flesh hydrant exploding before him.  After several minutes, his orgasm started to taper off, and Ben could catch his breath.

As he sat on the floor, his cock still spurting cum every so often, Ben could hear the mass of people outside his window.  For a moment, Ben was worried that they had heard his loud moaning from outside his flat, but a second later, he realised he didn’t care!  Let them hear him.  Let them realise that he probably came more in one go than five of the ‘studly’ men who always found ways to mock him and feel like a loser.  When the world saw what he was packing in his trousers, they wouldn’t be laughing any more.  They would be in shock… awe… they would be worshiping it!  He needed to show the world what he was packing!!

With new found confidence, Ben quickly showered, dried himself off, and began to dress.  None of his pants fit him anymore, as his cock and balls were simply too large even when soft.  He would just have to go commando until he could buy some lycra biking shorts to give him support.  Pulling on his jeans, he discovered that he had to feed his soft cock down the left trouser leg while his right ball lay against his right thigh, and the left ball settled itself in the middle.  With effort, Ben was able to button up his jeans and admire his package in the cum streaked mirror.

Ha, he thought!  I look like I’m smuggling a dachshund in my jeans.  Grabbing onto his cock through the jeans, Ben adjusted himself, grinned, grabbed his keys, and entered the market.  Within minutes of being among the crowd, he could tell that he was getting serious looks.  A couple of girls giggled, several mouths fell open as he passed, and a lot of mouth watering glances from the hot hipster men browsing the stalls near him.

The excitement of all of the looks caused Ben’s cock to harden slightly, which only made the outline in his jeans more noticeable.  I’ve walked through this market hundreds of times, Ben thought, and not once did anyone even lift an eye to look at me.  Now… now they can’t look away… or they look at me like starving men and I’m the feast!  

As he walked, looking through the goods on display, Ben noticed he was being trailed by a hot dark haired man.  He was probably in his early thirties, very tall at around 6’6”, a muscular but tight build, silver shoulder length hair, and  ice blue eyes.  Each time Ben moved to another stall, the man moved as well.  Feeling daring, Ben looked his way, caught his eye, and smiled.  The man, realising he was caught, grinned back.

“Love buying the fresh veg here… don’t you?”  Ben looked the man directly in the eye.  “Yeah,” the guy said in a deep Scottish brogue, “Come here every Saturday.  Never seen you here… I think I’d remember that.”  

“I can be hard to forget.”  What am I saying, Ben questioned.  I’ve never been this bold before.  Throwing caution to the wind, Ben lowered his hand down to his left leg and adjusted himself.  Ben watched the guy lick his lips.

The guy leaned toward Ben, and almost in a whisper said, “Is that thing real, mate?”

“It’s real alright… but this is nothing… you should see me when I’m really turned on.”

“Fuck, mate!!  I need to see that.  Now!”  Ben could see the guy getting hard in his joggers.

“I live right over there.”

“My wife… she’s getting her hair cut…”

“Then, we’d better hurry.”

Ben walked away toward his flat, not looking behind him.  He knew the stranger was following him.  What the fuck am I doing, he thought, with a married man???  Why the hell not, was the answer he gave back to himself.

Once the door of his flat was closed, the man was on his knees and licking the fabric outline of Ben’s cock.  Ben became aware that he was starting to get hard and felt the pain of being so constricted in his own jeans.

As the guy began to stroke his material entombed cock, Ben groaned as he savoured the rush of blood flowing into it and the sensation of precum once again leaking from the thickening head.  The area of his jeans where the head was situated began to turn a darker hue as more pre was ejected.  Becoming further turned on by watching the unbelievable beast come to life right before his eyes, the man leaned in and began to smell the wet patch spreading down Ben’s left trouser leg.  Intoxicated from the scent, the man began to lick the fabric.

“Gonna burst out of my jeans if I don’t get them off now,” Ben told the guy.

“Do it!!  Let me see it!”  The man put his mouth around the encased head and began to suck it through the tightening material

Ben let out a loud moan, looked down at his own strained crotch and compressed pant leg, and could see that his cock was only moments away from busting free.  As both men stared, the fabric covering his cock began to fray and the buttons on Ben’s jeans began to be forced further and further apart until with a SNAP, the root of Ben’s hardening cock forced its way out.  Seconds later, relief flooded Ben as his whole cock ripped free from his left pant leg and smacked the guy forcefully in the face leaving a red mark on the side of his face.

In awe, the guy just watched as Ben’s cock proceeded to get harder, longer, and thicker.  Taking in a deep breath, he could smell Ben’s leathery smelling musk, which made his mouth water and his own cock harden with lust.  With shaking hands, the guy pulled down Ben’s ripped jeans until his massive balls were also released and sprung out like a Jack in the Box and finally on  display in all their primal glory.

More commanding than he ever thought he could be, Ben looked down at the guy on his knees and said: “Suck it.”  No sooner did he speak these words than the guy was on top of him trying to force the meaty head in his mouth.

Pre and spit began to coat the guy's beard as He did his best to take Ben’s cock into his mouth.  Knowing the guy could try harder, Ben took his hands and placed them on the back of his head, and began to force the guy further down on his cock.

Gagging, but refusing to give up, the guy attempted to deep throat Ben, but Ben had other ideas.  Thrusting more of himself into the guys mouth, he began to forcefully face fuck him.  Feeling hot lips around the sensitive head made Ben more determined than ever to go in deeper.  Thrust after thrust, the man’s eyes watering from lust mixed with fear, Ben forced his cock deeper down the guy’s throat.

“If you don’t make me cum,” Ben growled, “I’m going to have to fuck you… and I’m not sure you can handle that.”

Hungrily, the guy coaxed more of the shaft down his throat.  Looking down, Ben could see the guy had taken his own cock out, a measly six inches, and had begun jerking himself off.  Fucking his face harder and faster, Ben began to feel his balls rise up in his sack.  Knowing what was about to happen, he grabbed onto the back of the guy’s head, and began to feed him a massive load of cum.

The guy bucked and tried to pull away, but he was no match for Ben or his massive pulsating cock.  After about three minutes of flooding loads, Ben felt pity, and let him go.  Backing off of Ben’s cock, the guy proceeded to have his face and chest coated in cum by the still firing hose.  Ben practically roared as more and more covered his guest until his orgasm began to subside.  As his cock deflated, Ben laughed and looked at the guy.

“What’s your wife gonna say?”

“Mate… that is… fuck… don’t have words…”

Moving across the room, Ben grabbed a towel  and threw it at the guy.  “You better go.  Your ass is looking pretty tempting and I don’t think I can control myself.”  Ben knew these words were true.  Getting a blowjob was one thing… but now he knew that he desperately needed to fuck a hot guys ass with this log he called a cock.

“Fuck!!  To get fucked by a monster like that!!”

Ben’s cock started to harden again at the invitation and his eyes quickly filled with lust.  Somewhat fearful, the guy quickly stood up and backed away.

“Not now.  Later.  Maybe tomorrow?”

Ben grabbed some paper and a pen and wrote his number down.  Along with his digests he wrote: “For breeding purposes only!”  Handing it to the guy, he opened his front door, and standing naked for all of the Market to see, he saw the guy out.

“What’s your name?” Ben called after him.

“Liam.”

“I better see that ass back here as soon as possible, Liam.”

The guy looked back at Ben’s hardening cock.  Flustered and hardening himself, he quickly turned around and walked away.

Remaining in the open door, Ben took in the stares from the people who walked by like fuel.  As he unconsciously began to stroke the root of his cock, Ben thought, I need moreMore mouths, more asses, more men… and more cock!  I need to listen to that video again.  Time to really show the world what I got!

 

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Part Three
 

Once the decision was made, Ben quickly closed the door, grabbed his phone, and walked into the sitting room.  Depositing himself on the sofa, the exact spot where this journey had begun, Ben opened the YouTube App.  Looking up his saved videos, he found the one he was looking for:  Explicit Penis Growth by Walter Bowen.  Just as he was about to hit play, Ben suddenly had doubts.  At the moment, his cock was a freakish 13” long.  After each listen, it had grown approximately 4” in length.  That would bring him up to 17” in little more than five minutes.  He was already finding it difficult to find clothes to cover his new endowment, and that would only prove more challenging with the additional size.  On the other hand, why should he give in to society's norms?  No one questioned a woman who had her breasts augmented to be the size of watermelons; why shouldn’t he be allowed the same privileges.  Maybe he would be the trend setter, stepping out with a cock stretching down to his ankle.  He also couldn't help being reminded how incredible it felt when he was one with The Centre; the power flowing through him.  Most of all, the lust in Liam’s eyes when he had gotten his first glance at his cock.  Ben had never experienced that before in his life, and never wanted it to stop.  He wanted an existence filled with such looks… and more.

Having made the decision, Ben pressed play.  As soon as he heard the odd keyboard music playing, he was hard as steel.  Once Walter Bowen began to speak, he was freely leaking all  over himself and the sofa.  As the video played and Ben fell deeper and deeper into his connection with The Centre, one side of him was able to notice a difference occurring in his own penis growth.  Where before, as Walter described the growth, it would inevitably begin to happen.  Now, Ben didn’t automatically begin to grow, but felt that with each description, he became more mentally and physically aware of each area: his balls, his shaft, his head, the length, the width, the sensitivity.  It felt to him that each part, when called, were bringing themselves to attention; ready for battle.  That battle erupted into growth when Walter began with his mantra: All energy comes from The Centre, into your body, and deposits itself into my crotch!!  As Ben chanted along with Walter, he felt as if he were having the most powerful orgasam of his life as his penis grew longer, fatter, his glans thicker, his balls more prominent, and his overal sex organs more sensitive.  By the time the video ended, out of breath and sweating from the exertion and ecstasy, Ben came face to face with his new 17” member.

Ben’s stomach did flip flops as he stared down at the colossus he had given birth to.  His cock was  now not just big, it was intimidating.  If anyone would ever say that a cock looked strong and muscular, it would be Ben’s.  With each heartbeat, his cock pulsed like a cobra hypnotising it’s prey into submission.  His balls, which to Ben’s surprise had grown increasingly hairy, appeared to breathe on their own while the churning of cum within each softball sized nut  was definitely audible.  

The weight of his cock and balls had positively gone up, as when he stood up, there was significantly much more pull than before.  As he walked towatd the mirror in his bedroom, Ben felt energised by the feel of his balls slapping against his inner thighs, and his cock, still hard, pointing toward the ceiling like the monument to sex and masculinity it had become.

As he stood before the mirror, Ben loudly gasped as he took in the unexpected side effects of his last journey to The Centre.  Besides the growth of his cock and balls, Ben discovered that the increase in his testosterone had caused hair to sprout on his chest and face, and to grow longer and thicker in his armpits, his arms themselves, and his legs.  Moving his hands to his ass, Ben couldn’t quite believe that now had a light dusting of peach fuzz covering both cheeks! Ben had never been extremely hairy, having never had hair on his chest in the past, but now he was able to run his hands through it and tug on a few of the jet black growth on his body.

The most astonishing occurrence though, and one would think growing 3 days worth of stubble in the course of 8 minutes would be insanely surprising, was that Ben now possessed a faint but definitely visible six pack!  In shock, Ben ran his hand over it, and could clearly feel the ridges beneath his skin.  How could such a thing be possible, Ben thought, but quickly recalled how this session, during the mantra, had felt so different.

Was it possible that tapping into The Centre so often was having additional effects on his body beyond the miraculous growth of his penis?  And if it was… how could he use this to his advantage?  Ben looked at himself in the mirror again, flexed his arm, and watched his bicep slightly swell.  Sure, it wasn’t a dramatic change, but he could tell that he had more muscle mass in his arms and in his chest than he ever had before.  Even his legs looked slightly thicker.

Seeing such small changes convinced Ben he definitely had to go further.  He needed to immerse himself as much as possible in The Centre.  Convinced it all had to do with the mantra, Ben grabbed his laptop and quickly logged onto YouTube.  Finding the web address to Explicit Penis Growth, he copied it and pasted it into a site that would allow you to download the audio from a video.

Once the audio was saved, Ben opened it in Audacity, an audio editor.  Moving the cursor midway through the sound file, his cock hardened automatically when he heard Walter’s voice.  Moving it slightly further, Ben quickly found the mantra.  Once discovered, Ben opened a second blank audio file.  In this he recorded his voice saying:  ‘my muscles.’  He then proceeded to dub this over the last line of Walter’s mantra until it now said:  All energy comes from The Centre, into my body, and deposits itself into my muscles.  Finally, he set this section of the mantra to play on a continuous loop, only stopping when Ben wanted it to stop.

Moving the cursor back to the start of the edited sound file, Ben hesitated before pressing play.  If this works, he thought, there are two outcomes.  The first: my muscles expand with insane growth just like my cock did, and when I’m finished I’ll look like a jacked athlete.  The second:  it just makes my cock grow even more until it becomes bigger than anyone ever imagined it could be.   If only his cock grew, it could double or even triple the size it was now!!  Was it worth the risk?  Yes, he thought, it was definitely worth the risk.

Ben hit play, and then proceeded to lie back on his bed.  As before, Ben found himself getting lost in Walter’s words, feeling the energy enter his body and force his cock to swell dramatically with blood.  Soon his cock was leaking all over his chest and bed, sending shockwaves through his cock and balls and into his body.

Ben was so lost in a trance that he never consciously realised the new mantra had begun.  As he began to repeat it over and over, he started to feel a fire igniting within every inch of his body.  The fire quickly turned to an inferno, and if there hadn’t been so much noise from the market below, Ben’s neighbors would have heard him loudly and manically repeating the same phrase over and over again.

If the girls in the flat next to his had been listening carefully, they would no doubt be surprised at hearing the pitch of Ben’s voice suddenly become deeper and deeper until it closely resembled a rumble.  Since they could not see him, they would have missed watching his body convulsing on the bed, his massive cock shooting pre onto the walls and the ceiling, and tears pouring down his cheeks as Ben was tossed through wave after wave of agony and ecstasy.  Thankfully they lived next to him and not below, as they did not hear the bed Ben was laying on for the past 73 minutes eventually creak, groan, and eventually explode into toothpicks beneath him.

As Ben’s body slammed to the floor, his arm hit his laptop and decimated it into hundreds of pieces.  With the mantra cut short, Ben was still lost in a trance that had him bellowing the phrase that was at that moment changing his whole entire life.  He probably could have gone on like that for hours if his head hadn’t smacked forcefully into the opposite wall cracking the brick and rousing him back to reality.

When Ben opened his eyes feeling energetic as if from the best nap of his life, he was shocked to discover his first glance was of two hairy mountains that blocked out the rest of his view.  Lifting his right arm, he was amazed by how heavy it felt.  When it finally came into his eyeline, the arm was a topography of more mountains, grooves, valleys, and hair.  Ben’s heart began to beat faster as he took in his own hand, having some difficulty fully bending his arm, and saw how swollen it now was; thick and long fingers, a broad, strong, and rough palm, and the back of his hand was covered in an engorged highway of veins.

Ben could feel beads of sweat beginning to coat his brow as he came to the realisation that his dive into The Centre had worked… perhaps too well!!  Moving to stand up, he discovered this was actually more difficult than he imagined.  His body appeared far too swollen to manoeuvre as he once had.  Moving a leg that felt like it weighed a ton, he bent it to get momentum to stand, but found, just like his arms, it was proving difficult to bend them as he once had.  Ben couldn't see them, but he could sense his quads were far too thick and swollen with muscle and he would need to get used to how his new body functioned.

Ben began to laugh as he comprehended what he had gotten himself into.  He had always dreamed of being a muscle brute, and now he had it in spades!  Determined to stand, Ben extended his legs, and felt them slam right into the opposite wall shattering the plaster.  Well, there goes my security deposit, Ben thought with a laugh.  

Using his engorged abdominal muscles along with the push of his arms, Ben was able to eventually sit up, and what he saw caused an instant orgasam to rock his body.  Boiling hot cum shot into the air coating the ceiling along with Ben’s massive pecs and face.  Ben moaned loudly and thunderously, his entire body convulsing as it appeared to grow even larger, swelling with further size and power.  Three minutes later, once the orgasam had begun to pass, Ben let out a roar that shook the windows of his bedroom.

More determined than ever, Ben hoisted his gargantuan form into the air, and smacked his head directly into the ceiling, large pieces of plaster falling around him, the white dust coating his sweat and cum soaked body.  I haven’t even stood all the way up, he thought, as he came to the conclusion that he was now slightly taller than his eight foot ceilings.  

Taking in his new world, Ben suddenly panicked as he began to realise he was trapped in his bedroom!  Moving to the doorway, he discovered that he was far too tall and wide to pass through it.  Falling onto his knees and cracking the wood flooring beneath him, Ben attempted to crawl through, but his shoulders were now simply too broad.  Deciding that it was inevitable, Ben used his body as a battering ram and took out large sections of the door jam on either side of him.

Ben couldn’t believe how scared yet excited he felt.  He had actually grown until he was nearly too large for a regular human sized building.  There was no way he could continue living in this flat… it was simply too small and impractical.  His body would flatten every piece of furniture, and he had no clue how he would ever be able to fit in his toilet or bathroom.  Even if he could squeeze himself into the toilet, which was doubtful, could the commode carry his weight?

Not to mention, what was he going to wear?  Nothing he owned would fit him anymore, and he had no real clue how big he actually was now to even order clothing.  He needed to find out.  Thinking of seeing himself and witnessing his new size and body got Ben’s cock hard once again.

Squeezing back into his bedroom, Ben ripped the full length mirror off of the wall and brought it carefully into the living room.  Leaning it against the far wall, Ben lumbered over to the opposite wall and stood hunched over, but trying to take stock of himself.  He was now too massive to fit in the mirror, so he had to do his best looking at parts of him at different times.

While Ben looked at himself, he continually stroked his cock.  The idea that he had become this mountainous creature excited him more than anything before.  His legs were now two hairy tree trunks of muscle.  Ben couldn’t believe a leg could be so extremely muscular, but seeing it attached to his own body forced him to acknowledge it could exist.  Moving up from his legs, Ben took stock of the ridges and crevices that were now his abs.  He had one time wished he had a six pack, but here he was sporting a ten pack so thick that he could stick his finger into the crevices between the muscles.

Up from his fur covered abs were the two mountains he had awoken to.  His pecs were so large and square and heavy that his nipples were being forced to point downward.  Ben never imagined there would come a day when his chest was so engorged with muscle that he couldn’t see anything below them.  Like his stomach, Ben’s chest was now covered in a thick matt of black hair. 

Reminded of the last time he stood in a mirror, Ben attempted to catch a glimpse of his ass, but no matter how he tried, his muscle bound body made it impossible for him to ever see it again.  What he could feel was glorious: hard, tight, and round.  With his fingers he could feel the same hair that covered his chest.  He was amazed that what had once been a mere dusting of hair less than two hours ago had grown into a thick and rich forest.  Given the chance, Ben would no doubt shave or wax his ass since the hair there now felt as long as what he currently had on his chest, but simply having it now made him feel primal… virile.. powerful.

How did I ever live before tapping into The Centre?  Now look at me: standing slightly over eight feet tall, possibly a thousand pounds of muscle if not more, my biceps are bigger than some guys head, and my neck… fuck… I don’t know where my back muscles end and my neck starts!!  My neck is just a column of pure muscle!!  My back is so wide… my shoulders are so broad that they’re going to have to build new doors just for me to fit through!

Not to forget my cock… my fucking titanic cock that began all of this.  It’s grown so long and so fat there’s no way I could ever fuck someone again… but I don’t care.  On this mammoth body my cock and balls actually look in proportion!!  Only an eight foot he-man would have a three and a half foot cock like mine!!

Getting euphoric at all of the new developments, Ben stroked his cock faster and rougher.  Even my face, he thought, even my face is more muscular… more masculine… my beard so hairy… my eyebrows so thick… the hair on my head longer and fuller than before…

Before he even realised what was occuring, the subconscious part of Ben’s mind took over… and as he stroked, he began repeating:  All energy comes from The Centre, into my body, and deposits itself into my muscles.  As his cock began to leak onto the floor leaving behind an expanding puddle, and as he began grunting and moaning with less abandon, Ben’s body began to tremor… then quake… and then began to grow.

Once again Ben found himself lost in both the mantra and his own growth.  This time he could feel the fire entering him, spreading out into every muscle, bone, and vein, and exploding into more mass and size.  By the time Ben’s head ripped through the ceiling above him followed by his shoulders, his cock was spraying gallons of cum.  

As the energy dissipated and left him, Ben took stock of the fact that his head and shoulders had ripped into the flat above him.  Thankfully this was an old building and several of the flats had been purchased yet hadn’t been refurbished yet, so there were no tenants living in it at the moment.  There did happen to be a drunk homeless guy squatting there who first stumbled and then ran out of the building and into the street when Ben grinned at him and said “hello.”  As the homeless man tore through the masses of market goers, most shook their heads as he rambled irrationally about a giant coming to eat them all.


 

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Part Four

Ben sat crouched on the floor drinking his eighth liter bottle of Diet Coke.  Since his explosive transformation yesterday, he’d found that the stories he’d read of spectacular muscle and height growth had sadly left out some of the impracticalities.  First, Ben was now hungry all the time.  He simply couldn't get enough food.  In an hour after his second ‘growth spurt,” Ben had eaten everything that he could find in his flat.  No matter how much, it just never seemed to be enough for him.  The premade meals all seemed too small for a man his size now, and even the largest packets of crisps seemed child size to his bigger than average stomach.

The Second disadvantage he’d found was that his transformation had made it impossible for his phone to facially recognize him.  When it refused to open, Ben tried to unlock it with the code, but his powerful fingers proved too much for the screen and he quickly pulverised it.  No phone… no computer… he was quickly becoming cut off from the world.

The Third disadvantage was that nothing he owned fit him at all… not even a little bit.  He couldn’t squeeze his massive body into anything that would allow him to go out in public and possibly buy some more clothes.  He had fashioned a toga out of several bed sheets, but although it somewhat covered him, it wasn’t long or supportive enough to prevent his cock and balls from showing.

Finally, the worst disadvantage was that going to the toilet was simply an impossibility since he couldn’t fit any of his body into the small room let alone sit on the now delicate looking commode.  When he eventually needed to shit, he came up with the idea of grabbing a rubbish bag and depositing his waste inside of it.  Once he was finished he grabbed the bag holding his elephant sized shit, tied up the top, and when it was dark, threw it onto the side of the road.  Pissing was a little easier.  For this, all he needed to do was crawl over to his kitchen sink, stand up on his knees, and let go of his bladder into it.

At 3 am when his hunger became too much for him to bear, Ben watched for Broadway Market to eventually empty itself of stragglers and late night drunks.  Doing his best to be quiet, Ben gently opened his front door, but like all the others, when he attempted to exit, the doorway was simply too small for him.  Trying to cause as little damage as possible, Ben cracked the door jam with his hands in several places which  enabled his wide upper body to fit through.  When he finally freed himself from his front door, he stood up fully in the night air and cracked his back.

The whole world was beginning to be too small for him, causing Ben to feel more isolated than ever.  He had never been the most social of people.  He had been bullied in school which caused him to grow up extremely introverted.  When his parents discovered that he was gay, they made no effort to hide their displeasure and encouraged him to move from their village so as not to bring them any embarrassment.  Moving to London had been a revelation and he had felt freer than he ever had before… but it was difficult to make friends in the city, and at work, no one showed much interest in getting to know him.  The only person who did take notice of him was his boss, and he treated Ben worse than the shit on the bottom of his shoe.

No.  It wasn’t loneliness that was causing Ben to feel isolated; it was his growing sense of superiority.  Ben had always felt, deep down inside, that he had been born for greatness.  Now with his introduction to The Centre and his transformation, this was proving to be true.  He could sense that with each change, he was diverging further and further from the people that existed around him.  He was becoming the embodiment of power… the embodiment of The Centre!

As he stood there with this growing sense of his own ascendency, his cock began to stiffen, forcing the lower half of his homemade toga to separate.  Just watching and feeling what Ben now thought of as the true source of all of his power, his brain filled with visions of what he was to become.  He saw the world for the first time kneeling down before him… worshipping him… fearing him. 

Like a man possessed, Ben’s large hand found the root of his cock and slowly began to stroke it.  As he did, he subconsciously began to chant the mantra out loud:  All energy comes from The Centre, into my body, and deposits itself into my muscles.  All at once, Ben began to feel The Centre opening up and depositing its power within him.  So much power at my disposal, he thought, so much growth!  The world will cower when they see me… when they think of me… even the mere mention of my name will cause grown men to cry!!  As I rise to Godhood… as I rise…

No!  With more strength than he thought he was capable of, Ben forced the energy of The Centre to pull out of his body and return to that part of the universe he was learning to tap into.  Sweat erupted from his skin as he attempted to regain control.  As the energy was refused entry, he felt true physical and mental anguish.   Like a drug addict, Ben wanted more and more of the power he was receiving, and to not allow it to fill him… to change him… brought him nearly to tears, but he knew now wasn’t the time for further growth.  Soon… but not now.  The time wasn’t right yet.  When he eventually showed his complete self to the world, it would be an event no one would ever forget.

With his cock still leaking, his stomach growling, and his head aching, Ben lumbered over to the front of the store that was across the street from his flat.  He had shopped here every day for the past year and knew who the owners were.  Never once in all those days had they ever wished him a ‘good evening’ or a ‘good morning’ or asked how he was.  They just took his money.  Now Ben was going to take what he deserved… teach them to respect their customers.

Using surprisingly little strength, Ben dug his hands into the metal grating that covered the storefront.  Ben laughed quietly as the material separated and bent easily to the brawn of his hands.  With a quick tug that forced all of his upper body to flex, Ben pulled at the grating and began to feel it give way.  Again he pulled, and the loud tearing of metal could be heard as the grating began to break away from its foundation.  Gritting his teeth and yanking at the grating one more time, Ben felt and saw it tear free of the foundation of the building.  Moving slightly backward and holding the grate over his head, Max proceeded to use his arms to loudly fold it in half… and then in half again.

Ben’s cock was hard and leaking as he got a taste of the true strength his growing body held.  This world is mine for the taking, he thought!  He had a desire to throw the grating into one of the neighboring buildings, but since he was not prepared to face the police who no doubt would be called, Ben quietly leaned the folded metal gate against a post.  

Looking at the two glass doors that lay in front of him, Ben knew that as soon as he tore them from the building an alarm would sound. He would have less than 5 minutes to grab what he needed and escape back into his flat.  Removing the toga and revealing his evolved body to the world for the first time, Ben laid the pieces of fabric onto the ground.  Then, with little to no effort at all, Ben ripped the glass doors from the building. Surprisingly no alarm sounded, but most likely it was silent and had alerted the police already.

Forcing his way into the cramped store, Ben grabbed anything that he could from the shelves that would satisfy his hunger.  Knocking over shelving units and tossing them to the side, Ben tore through the store, tossing his bounty on the sheets.  When he felt that he had enough to satisfy him for a day or so, he turned and looked at the destruction he had caused.  With one last grunt, Ben lifted the register over his head and threw it into the wall at the back.  He then pulled himself out of the destroyed store, grabbed his homemade sacks, and moved as quickly as he could back to his own doorway.

Before closing the door, Ben took in the destruction that lay behind him.  All he could do was laugh as he looked at what he had done.  It had been like a child destroying a sand castle.  The store had never stood a chance against his might.  Soon, nothing would stand a chance against him.  Soon the time would come when he decided the fate of everything that existed.  Feeling The Centre rising back up within himself, Ben forced his way back through the broken door jam and closed the door.

This time, The Centre would not be denied.  Ben’s cock was hard, pulsating, and his balls were churning for release.  This show of his power had made him hornier than ever before, and although he wished he could cum without tapping into The Centre, he knew this was impossible.  He could already hear the faint echoes of The Mantra in his head.  No, there was no way he could prevent The Centre from filling him with more of its power. 

Grabbing his cock, Ben began to say The Mantra over and over again as he felt The Centre slowly begin to possess him.  His whole body tensed and flexed as the supernatural energy found its way into every atom and cell… into every muscle fiber and every inch of his bones.  Repeating it over and over again, Ben felt more and more mass piling into his body.  In his hands he felt his cock grow even longer and thicker, and he started to feel himself filling up more of the room.  He could actually feel and hear his bones breaking, stretching, and lengthening as his body became more and more mountainous.

Ben lost all track of time as his body filled with more and more of The Centre, the sensation becoming stronger than anytime before.  He felt himself totally connecting with it and becoming a being of pure power and might.  I am becoming The Centre, he thought.  Soon I will have all of The Centre’s power.  I will be a creature created as a vessel for The Centre.  I WILL BE THE CENTRE!!!

Ben came heavily, grunting and moaning as his body gained much more mass and size.  His hair grew longer, his eyes deeper set, his mandible cracked and squared off, and his head slammed into the ceiling even though he was sitting on the floor.  His own cum ripped holes in the walls as it flooded the floor around him.  As The Centre quietly slipped away… thick veins erupted all over his body feeding his muscles and cock, forcing them to swell even larger.  Once this eruption had occurred, Ben’s heart beat loudly as he once again took stock of what had happened.

The world around him had indeed gotten much smaller as he estimated that if he stood up, he would be at least 17 feet tall.  His own muscles were so engorged that he could actually feel the mass when he moved one of his limbs.  As his cock softened, Ben took in that it must now be at least three feet long and as thick as a normal person's quad.  Never again would he be able to  fuck another human being without tearing them apart, but Ben knew this was what The Centra had always intended.  No one was worthy of bringing him supreme pleasure and power except himself.  

Ripping open the top of a plastic liter of Diet Coke, Ben laughed at how quickly his life had changed.  Before he would have given his two front teeth to be satisfied by another man… to have them bring him pleasure and receive it in return.  Now… he knew only someone of his calibre would be worthy of satisfying him.  Where would Ben find that man?  No where.  No man was as supreme as he was becoming.  No man, beside himself, could connect him to The Centre from which he drew all of his power.  No.  No man would ever be enough of a man to stand next to the God Ben had been chosen to become.  Shoving half a loaf of bread into his mouth, he watched from the window as the police drove up to the scene of the most puzzling burglary they had ever witnessed.

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