Popular Post lolpoooper Posted September 1, 2022 Popular Post Share Posted September 1, 2022 Hey there, first time poster, long time lurker. This is a gender swapped story of Deviantart's Morefriction's story Wrong Target from their HERS universe. Posted with their permission ofc. Hope you all like it. The lockdowns were ruining everything. All of Kyle's classes were online and he'd been laid off of his part-time job, so he didn't even have an excuse to leave the house anymore. He'd been stuck in the house with his freaking parents for months on end, while it seemed like everyone he ever knew was out in the real world enjoying their lives, finding boyfriends, making money, and living in their own apartments. And, Kyle thought, bitterly, getting the damned HIMS virus. OK, so he only actually knew one guy who'd gotten it—Liam Stilson, who'd apparently gotten so huge that the government was sending him checks just so he could afford food and a giant studio apartment within walking distance of where he worked. But it was everywhere. All over social media, guys his age were posting these crazy before and after pics of their HIMS virus transformations. Kyle had found it bizarre, at first, then somewhat grotesque. Their muscles were so huge and bulging that they were completely impossible to hide or really even to cover, not that most of the guys bothered. They were always out, plain for the world to see, and people were always staring at them like they were obsessed. And for Kyle, who had spent no small part of his college career avoiding the "freshman fifteen" with a religious exercise routine and frequent salads, the very idea of stuffing yourself like a total pig, so hungry that you couldn't even stop yourself from eating, was an actual nightmare. But as Kyle started seeing more of them, and he got used to seeing their absurd forms, something kind of clicked. There was one post where a guy was just walking down a crowded sidewalk. It was just a twenty second clip, taken from his perspective, which must have been nine or ten feet in the air, but Kyle had watched it countless times. It was something about the way the guy's immense shoulders swayed lazily from side to side with his slow, deliberate gait, the way that even through the camera you could just feel how huge he was; the way everyone on the street was staring at him, taking pictures of him, and all of them looking so strangely small. Suddenly, Kyle got it. He started following the original poster, then discovered a dozen other HIMS accounts to follow as well. He found the idea occupying a larger and larger space in his mind, and the idea that he could be one of those guys, that people might look at him that way, became an obsession. Especially considering that Kyle himself was only 5’11’’ in a very tall family. He wanted to know what it was like not looking up at people anymore. But Kyle wasn't going to catch HIMS like this. His parents had him washing his hands a hundred times a day, disinfecting anything and everything that came from outside the house, and he wasn't even supposed to go anywhere unless he absolutely needed to. His mother found the idea disgusting. Possibly because of her own 6’2’’ body, which she was always proud of, and which she loved. She disliked the idea of these men being so much taller than everyone else. As for his father? It seemed as if he wasn't much into the idea either. His father had spent decades of his life working on his own body. He was already fairly tall, at 6'4'', and the years spent working out in the gym were obvious in the way his immense muscles stretched his shirts and sweatpants he wore around the house even at the age of 54. Kyle thought that his dad simply might have felt he had no need to take his own body any further, and go through all the rigmarole that a HIMS infection could put him through at home and at work. His father was a successful man that had pretty much everything he wanted, and he didn’t want to disturb that. But Kyle soon found a solution. After following countless links and reading countless discussions of other men who wanted to catch the HIMS virus despite the government's restrictions, Kyle found a man selling contaminated items online, things he'd been in contact with when he'd manifested the HIMS virus symptoms. Without thinking twice, Kyle had paid the five hundred dollar asking fee, which almost completely drained his bank account. He got excited, imagining himself growing taller, stronger. He loved the idea of being even bigger and more masculine than his old man. Something he wouldn’t have thought was even possible not that long ago. When the package finally arrived Kyle was more than a little disgusted to find that it was, of all things, a dirty napkin. He was half tempted to throw it away, almost sure that he'd been the victim of what should have been a very obvious scam. But he'd waited so long and he'd fantasized about the possibility so much that he finally held the awful thing in his hands, then tentatively wiped the repulsive thing over his face and mouth, until there was no way that he hadn't been exposed to the virus. He even kept the stupid thing on his desk, intending to expose himself again on the following day, but it had disappeared after breakfast. “Got anything more to throw out up there bud? I’m taking out the trash!” He heard his father ask from downstairs. It was obvious that he had taken it while cleaning. That night, as they were watching an old movie together in the living room, Kyle and his mother heard his father’s stomach growl aggressively. He just smiled and turned to them. “Woah, sorry about that. Must have gotten hungry.” He said, patting his firm, muscular stomach. Which was odd, Kyle thought, because the three of them had just had dinner. After a while his dad got up and got himself a snack from the kitchen. He finished it and went up to get another. After he had finished that, he brought out the leftovers from that night’s dinner and started eating them, staring at the TV. “David,” Kyle’s mother asked, a growing look of concern falling across her face. “Are you alright?” “Oh, I’m fine, don’t worry. I’m just famished.” He smiled at her, and he passed his large hand through his full, thick salt and pepper hair, nervous. Kyle couldn’t help but glance at his father’s large bicep, as it twitched and curled into a firm ball as he brought up his hand to his head. Soon, his father had eaten almost everything in the fridge. His mother was starting to freak out. His father tried to reassure them that everything was fine, he wasn’t even feeling weird, it was just a weird hunger spell. Kyle didn’t want to believe it, but a part of his brain was no longer able to ignore just how tight his father’s clothes were now, so much more so than usual. How it seemed like, no matter how much he pulled his sweatpants down, the cuffs always kept rolling above his ankles, his shirt was riding up more and more. He saw his father eye the canisters of enhanced nutritional formula they had acquired through his dad’s friends as a precaution, never in a million years thinking that they'd ever use them, but feeling that it was better to have them than not. And then it began. His father stood up, and bent over. His stomach growled again, much louder than before. Kyle’s mother jolted up and went to the canisters, opening one up and helping his father drink from it. He gulped it down greedily, tens of thousands of calories sliding down his throat. Then he went for another canister, and then another. They all knew what this meant. At first, Kyle was too stunned, too utterly hurt by the cruel twist of fate to even say a word. He simply stood there, helplessly, as his father grew larger and larger, his cries of panic and dismay at having caught the virus soon muffled by the sounds of relentless, machine-like consumption. Kyle’s mother stared at her husband as he visibly expanded in the living room, his thighs and butt swelling, his pecs growing thicker and wider on his chest, his already huge arms packing on even more corded, hard muscle, and his entire frame growing five or six inches longer. They all had to face the reality of the situation. They were supposed to only get one canister of nutrients per household from the government, but his dad wrangled some of his old friends he knew had access to them into giving them a whole load of canisters, just in case. As she watched her husband gulp down the thick liquid greedily, Kyle’s mother regretted giving them all to him almost at once. They only seemed to make him hungrier, more insatiable, and he gulped down the oddly clear, gelatinous fluid like it was the most incredible thing he'd ever tasted. Her husband’s already enormous cock was also increasing at an alarming rate, although already standing fully erect as he drank, having long ago burst through his sweatpants like they were made of tissue paper, it too just kept growing longer and thicker. She realized, as he took another canister from her, that his forearms alone might have already become larger than even her thighs. She watched his engorged, enormous muscles twitch and twist as he brought the canister up to his height, his bicep curling into a ball the size of her chest. His jaw had become even sharper and more masculine, which she didn’t really know was possible for someone who was already so grizzled, handsome, and manly to begin with. She looked down at his waist. Somehow it remained narrow and tight even on his new titanic frame. Where David had once a solid six pack, now he sported an inhumanly ripped and bulging eight pack and Adonis belt. As she handed her husband yet another of the canisters of formula from the bannister of the staircase, as it was the only way she could match his height now, she was vaguely aware of her poor son screaming and crying from below, obviously distraught at watching his father go through such a horrific ordeal. David felt his son’s increasingly smaller fists pound ever more weakly against first his large, round shoulders, then the side of his growing, thickening chest as he kept gulping down more and more of the nutrients his wife just kept handing to him. His clothes tore and fell in tatters on the floor, he kept feeling the tiny fists impact his large, firm ass, then the side of his growing tree trunk thighs, until he felt the hits of anger, or fear, or whatever it was, just somewhere above his knee against his titanic quads which were already huge before, but by now must have been large enough to fit both his wife and son together to into only one. He must have passed the average 10 foot mark that HIMS men usually reached some time ago, he thought, as he kept on consuming more and more of the nutrients. It had only taken a few hours. A few hours of incredulity, then panic, and finally healthy doses of fear as Kyle's dad continued his seemingly relentless growth. But it was finally over. The three of them all stood there in the living room in awe. In the end, Kyle found himself staring up and up at his father, who had become one of the most enormous, hung, and muscular HIMS men he'd ever seen. 42 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
spacevlad Posted September 2, 2022 Share Posted September 2, 2022 More please! Would love to know how dad feels about his new size and whether he’s still hungry for more! Maybe show his son who’s the real man in the house Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted September 2, 2022 Share Posted September 2, 2022 Man. The son wiped himself all over with the napkin and disnt catch the virus, yet... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dredlifter Posted September 2, 2022 Share Posted September 2, 2022 Oh yeah, I love growing daddies! Hope there's more 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MuscleChestLove Posted September 5, 2022 Share Posted September 5, 2022 Is there going to be more chapters? I really enjoyed this 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lolpoooper Posted September 8, 2022 Author Share Posted September 8, 2022 Thanks for the kind words all. I'm working on part two of this story, should post it some time soon. 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ploder4 Posted September 8, 2022 Share Posted September 8, 2022 Maybe a family reunion invite that reveals that both sides of the family are susceptible to becoming HIMS.... Except Kyle. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lolpoooper Posted September 20, 2022 Author Share Posted September 20, 2022 Alright, finally I've managed to write down a part two for this, hope you all enjoy. And I'm definitely taking your ideas for part 3 Any further feedback is appreciated of course. WRONG TARGET: PART TWO Kyle looked up in awe at his father. The enormous man was drenched in sweat, and breathing heavily in the middle of the living room, his heaving, muscular chest moving up and down with every breath. It was over. Kyle’s mother got down from the stairs and stood next to her son, both seemingly unable to stop looking at the new, giant man filling up the living room in front of them. David blinked a few times, as if emerging from some kind of a stupor, he looked around. He noticed his wife and son in front of him, but he felt that something was off. They were different somehow. They were smaller, so much smaller than before. The reality of that night’s events finally hit him. Kyle watched his father slowly realizing what had happened, he saw him look down over his new, engorged pectorals, which were already so big before, but were now each probably larger than his entire chest. Then, he saw him bunch his fists up. David’s gaze went slowly over to his own arm. He started raising his right fist up slightly, to allow himself a better look. Kyle gulped as he saw the enormous muscles in his father’s arm wake up and bunch up at his command. The mere act of raising his hand triggering a magnificent concert of muscle and strength across his ripped, large arm made Kyle shiver. David brought his arm up into view, and slowly flexed his bicep, causing his already enormous arm to swell even larger. Kyle worried for a moment about what his father thought, until he saw a smile creep onto David’s face. “H-honey,” Kyle’s mother began. “Should we call a doctor?” “This is magnificent!” David boomed, his voice now even deeper and more commanding than before, every syllable and sound oozing with masculinity. Kyle noticed his mother bite her lip. “I’m HUGE!” He shouted, and looked down at the two of them with an enormous grin. Then, he caught a glance of his erect penis standing in full view. Suddenly the three of them felt an air of thick unease fill the room. Kyle’s father didn’t try to cover himself up, but a little bit of redness filled his handsome cheeks. For an awkward moment all three of them stared at David’s huge new tool. It must have been over 15 inches long, and who knew how thick. It stood impossibly erect, hard and glistening under the soft yellow light of the living room. “We should measure you.” Kyle’s mom said softly. All three of them must have realized that they all had to get comfortable with the situation fast, as any part of David’s body would be hard to cover up now. “No,” He boomed, and he brought both of his arms up and flexed them. “I am far larger than any measuring tape in this house. It would be much better to compare.” Kyle and his mom look at each other. “Come.” David commanded, and gestured next to his leg while looking at his son. Kyle immediately complied. He walked up to his father’s thick, muscular leg. The size of it filled his vision as he got close. He stood next to it, realizing somewhere in the back of his mind that the top of his head must have only barely reached up to his father’s ball sack on the other side of that enormous thigh. He stared up at his dad, part excited, part scared. From where he was standing, he couldn’t even see his father’s face. David smiled. “Just as I thought,” He said, and backed up a little. Then he flexed his titanic quads right next to his son, which made Kyle flinch. “My leg is bigger than your entire body.” And he was right. Kyle saw that his father’s thick and corded thigh muscles were definitely wider than the width of his shoulders. He realized that it was possible that David’s one ripped, striated, flexing calf that he witnessed slowly twist and bunch up so close to him now might have more muscle than his entire body. His father was a giant. Not only a giant, but a muscular, and strong giant. Kyle wondered if he was standing next to the biggest HIMS man in the entire world. “Annabelle,” David boomed. “Come.” And he lowered his hand down to her, opening his palm up. She walked up to him, all thoughts of disgust she once felt towards HIMS men long gone from her mind. She shivered slightly as she raised her hand up to his, overwhelmed by just how much bigger it was. She felt his long, thick fingers brush up against her forearms as she gently touched her palm against his, feeling the intense warmth emanating from the wide, flat plane of his hand that stretched out all around her own. Her hand barely covered his palm. She looked up at him, in awe. He smiled down with her, it was a wicked, playful smile. She blushed. “H- how tall do you think you are?” She asked from below. David looked around the living room. And then he looked down at his son, still standing next to his leg. Then he looked back at her. “You tell me.” He said. Anabelle looked at her husband, then at the ceiling of their living room, and then down to her son. “Jesus David,” She said, her voice filled with excitement. “You must be at least… twelve feet tall.” David then took a deep, satisfied breath. In all that time he was cautious about not catching the HIMS virus, he never knew just how incredibly good it would actually feel. How, despite his already way above average size which once more than satisfied him, how it could feel better to be even bigger. The feeling of growth itself had been one of the best things he had ever experienced, and now, standing there, simply feeling just how huge he had become—he only thought of how much of a fool he had been. ... After the night of his father’s growth, they contacted the authorities, and were made to go into a brief lockdown. In all that time Kyle hadn’t felt anything, and had to give up hope on ever getting the HIMS. Once they were let out doctors came to inspect his father, and government officials came with him to move them all to their new HIMS home. The doctors were impressed with the incredible growth that David had experienced, considering that most HIMS men grew to be somewhere between 9 and 10ft tall. After their examinations, and after hearing of the events of that night, they had concluded that the David’s growth was in part because of his already large size, but may have had more to do with the huge quantities of calories that he was given. They and the government officials weren’t happy with David hoarding so much of the nutrient canisters at his house but weren’t about to really say much to this towering, muscular, 12ft tall giant. But they were pretty sure that the massive quantities of the nutrient dense formula he consumed only furthered his growth. They also noted the other difference between David and other HIMS men--his incredibly shredded physique. While most HIMS men were muscular and powerful, they usually looked more like leaner power-lifters, but David had the appearance of a huge physique competitor, lean and shredded, yet superbly muscular and huge. They said that the strain of the HIMS virus he got must have been particularly potent. Although Kyle was glad that his father apparently hadn’t given much thought to where the HIMS he caught came from, he never stopped thinking about the fact how, despite his best efforts, he hadn’t managed to catch it himself. A few months after the incident Kyle stumbled on some lab working on an experimental drug that claimed to mimic the effects of the HIMS virus that was looking for people to sign up and test it. Kyle signed up immediately, desperate to get a taste of what his father had become. It was a long shot, and the lab seemed remote and exotic, but still, he figured, it was worth a try. He waited for a long time for the drug to arrive, but apparently the move to the new HIMS house had messed with the delivery company’s system, and the vials of the drug took much longer than they should have to arrive. This, however, turned out to be a good thing as a few weeks after volunteering to test the drug out, news had started to come out about the horrible side effects the drug apparently had on people that tried it. While it did cause some growth at first, apparently the growth was soon reversed, and the subjects experienced horrible health issues. Eventually the vials did arrive, and Kyle stored them away somewhere in his room. Kyle was glad that he didn’t get them on time, but he was still distraught that his chances of growth were dashed once again. Especially as life with his newly enlarged father reminded him daily of the incredible superiority that these new HIMS men possessed. It was certainly difficult at times, living with a man so much bigger and stronger and... well, hung than himself. And to make things worse, that man was his own father. Their lives certainly did become different after that night. They lived in their new home, with its impossibly tall ceilings and huge furniture designed to accommodate HIMS men and their families, which David did sometimes have some trouble with because it was more snug for him, even though it was designed for inhumanly large people. Kyle slowly got used to living around the house though, standing on a stool to brush his teeth, the way his feet hanging off his father’s couches, the house’s subtle shaking every time his father walked near, or went to his huge fridge - which was very frequently as his father was almost always hungry. It was true that HIMS men had an enormous footprint, demanding so much more of everything from food to energy to clothing, if they chose to wear it, and their libidos seemed inexhaustible. He needed someone to always be ready to get and do things for him, and he chose Annabelle for that. His mother had adjusted surprisingly quickly to her new role. Although it wasn’t hard to see why. David was always gorgeous, but now he was superhuman. One of his fingers must have been longer and thicker than most men’s dicks. Kyle didn’t want to think too much about how the two of them managed in the bedroom, but from what he heard through even the thick walls of their new HIMS house, he figured they must have found a way. His father was almost always erect. He occasionally wore some HIMS clothing to cover himself up when he thought he needed to, but after going through a whole pile of HIMS underwear in the first few weeks, all torn by his frequent and powerful erections, he figured it was easier to forego clothing altogether most of the time. They got used to it. They got used to a lot of the changes pretty quickly. The biggest change of all was the HIMS men that his father started bringing over to the house. David quickly realized that his new, more powerful cock was just too much for his wife, and that if he wanted to have sex again it would have to be with other, huge HIMS men. So, Kyle lived with a parade of enormous men making their way to his parent’s bedroom every other night or so. These people were giants, and he was always terrified of them when he let the one his parents had found for that night in, but even still, when his father walked up to greet them Kyle witnessed just how enormous his dad really was. All of these 9 to 10-foot-tall HIMS men barely ever made it more than up to his dad’s chin. They looked like they were his kids, smaller, teenage children yet to reach their father’s full height and mass. He looked down at giants. His mother was ok with all of this as well, in fact she frequently followed these men and his father to the bedroom. Kyle thought that she would be much more upset that father got the HIMS virus, but she was completely enraptured by his father’s new form, and his changing personality. David had always been a strong, confident man, but now it seemed his dominance and confidence had grown just as he had. It was very difficult not to do what he wanted, his demeanor, his stature, his voice, the way he carried himself, it was just all so different somehow. He was never mean, and he never did anything they disliked. To Kyle, he just seemed to exude some sort of new… arrogance. He simply always got what he wanted, he didn’t really take their opinions too seriously, although he never made them do things they didn’t want to. Now that he was a 12’ tall, insanely muscular, virile and powerful exemplar of masculinity and strength, he simply always thought he knew better. And, to Kyle, it sometimes seemed that he thought he was better. Something he felt compelled to voice to his father one night. His father, who sat completely naked on a gigantic HIMS armchair in the living room, his muscular thighs bunched up against one another, pushing the arms of even that huge HIMS armchair apart with their sheer mass, his powerful arms resting nonchalantly on the armrests, elbows spread wide, his triceps fighting with his lats for space, his chest completely hiding the huge armchair’s rest behind its inhuman width and muscularity, simply stared down at his son, almost puzzled. “I don’t think I’m better than you,” David began, but then he stopped himself and thought for a moment. “I’m just… ten times more than you. I weigh ten times more, I eat ten times more, and, well, you know...” Kyle stared up at his huge father in shock, he wasn’t even trying to hide it, Kyle thought. His gaze fell, and briefly met his father’s huge crotch peaking from behind his mammoth quads, a massive ball sack cushioning a flaccid cock larger than his own could ever be even at its hardest. And then again, Kyle figured, why should he. That was something that Kyle had to wrestle with constantly. He was on the one hand entirely in awe of this enormous HIMS man that his father had become. He wanted to be there with him, it helped him enjoy his growth and size by proxy. A part of him loved that his father had grown so huge. But on the other hand, it had left him feeling so small, so weak, knowing that he could never, without catching the HIMS by himself, ever hope to compare to his father. … At some point Kyle had learned that the lab that he got his experimental growth drug had burned down in an accident, and a lot of the secret research that went into the drug had disappeared. He didn’t think of it much then, knowing that the experiments related to the drug had long been stopped and the drug’s production discontinued. All until one night. The three of them had gathered in the living room, watching the news on TV. Kyle sat on the armchair, his legs hanging in the air. His father took up all available space on the large HIMS couch facing the TV, with Kyle’s mother sitting on his titanic thigh, leaning on his chest, and absentmindedly caressing his rock-hard abs, each one larger than her entire fist. The news anchor (clearly a HIMS man) started talking about the experimental drug that Kyle had stashed away in his bedroom. “…Originally intended to achieve HIMS-like effects on non-HIMS subjects, the drug seems to be entering a new space of possibility. A pharmaceutical company in California, after obtaining several samples of the drug, reportedly conducted further research on the drug. However, this time the research wasn’t conducted on non-HIMS subjects to induce HIMS-like growth, but on already grown HIMS men themselves.” The news anchor spoke. Kyle watched on, apprehensively. “The company reports that, after many months of thorough and careful research, they have found that the drug could once again be considered useful, except that it seems to be useful for HIMS men themselves. It seems that the drug can facilitate further growth, even in HIMS men that had their HIMS symptoms fully manifested. Increasing leanness, muscle size, and even height. And, all the while without any of the negative side-effects experienced by its original non-HIMS subjects. Although the effectiveness of the drug seems to be related with the initial size of the HIMS man injected, as larger HIMS men seem to respond more readily to the drug’s effects. However, the original lab and research on the drug are now mostly lost, leaving only already existing samples of it useful to any HIMS man out there. It is uncertain if more of its formula can be created…” Kyle stared at the television, unblinking. He didn’t process anything that came out of the TV after that. He just looked ahead, and felt the weight of his enormous father’s gaze. 26 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
citizenies Posted September 20, 2022 Share Posted September 20, 2022 Thanks for continuing this. Wew the dad gonna be titanic ~ unless a twist happens 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted September 20, 2022 Share Posted September 20, 2022 I wonder why he hasnt caught the virus yet when he is being close to HIMS men. I have a feeling his dad knows about the vials and will want them to see the effects on him. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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