Mdlftr Posted November 5, 2022 Share Posted November 5, 2022 Teaching your best bud how to improve his jack-off sessions! Another item on the list of "Things I never thought needed explaining...."! Well written and believable! Auggie is da man! Let's hope his blue balls get some release soon! 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DawnFire98 Posted November 5, 2022 Share Posted November 5, 2022 A comment to your story, @TQuintA: I love it so far! I love writing about magic and what I love even more is seeing it implemented here. The curses, the way Auggie practises them and the effects have their own unique spin. It inspires me to look at my own forms of magic I've written and give them a little more..."Gravitas". What I also liked was the way Auggie handled Gabriel's mixed state of arousal and distress. Instead of jumping into the sheets with him, Auggie calmed Gabriel down, assessed the situation and made him actively think/reflect about his actions. I can't wait to see how the story and the muscle growth progresses 4 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted November 6, 2022 Share Posted November 6, 2022 Hmmm... Averaging 5 lbs of new muscle mass per week... Averaging 0.4 inches of extra dick per week... 19 weeks to means week 26 should see... 339 lbs (up 95 from Week 7 check-in) 13.7 inch dick (up 7.6 inches from Week 7 check-in) Yes! I *can* do arithmetic. Still, here's hoping things accelerate for Gabriel! 400 lbs. and 16 inches sounds just right! 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mario2007 Posted November 6, 2022 Share Posted November 6, 2022 Looking forward to the next chapter! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TQuintA Posted November 7, 2022 Author Share Posted November 7, 2022 Chapter 10 The new House Rules. I wanted to nail them to his bedroom door like Luther’s 95 Theses, but that felt passive aggressive and a bit dickish. They were just meant to be boundaries we couldn’t transgress while he was taking the pills. A temporary set of guidelines. But, I also wanted him to see them and respect them, so I stuck them to the fridge with a magnet right at his eye level, which meant part of the sheet was sticking up above the door. New House Rules During the Drug Trial 1. All tenants must remain modestly clothed when not in their bedrooms or the bathroom. 2. Only masturbate behind a locked door. 3. No masturbating in any room that can’t be locked. 4. No sharing the bathroom. 5. Auggie shall not watch any of Gabriel’s progress videos. 6. Gabriel shall not ask Auggie to go clothes shopping. 7. These rules can be amended and augmented by mutual consent of Gabriel and Auggie. A few minutes after I’d posted this, Gabriel came out of his bedroom in just a pair of boxer shorts, scratching his huge ass with one hand and his massive and recently hairy chest with the other. Even un-pumped, first thing in the morning, he looked enormous. When he got to the fridge, he saw the rules, read them, and immediately turned around and went back to his room. He came out a few minutes later dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. They clung to his muscles, but he was no longer flaunting himself. After grabbing a pre-made protein shake from the fridge, Gabriel came up to me on the couch, and without even saying “Good morning,” asked, “Aren’t rules #2 and 3 redundant?” “I originally only had #2,” I confessed. “But then it occurred to me you could lock me out of the apartment for half an hour and masturbate in the living room without breaking any rule. So, I added #3 because I don’t need the image of your beefy body in the throes of orgasm writhing on the couch where we watch TV.” Gabriel nodded, and went over to the fridge. At the bottom of my nicely typed and formatted document, he added a new rule in his scrawling handwriting. 8. No casually talking about Gabriel or his body in an objectifying way. “Good rule,” I said from the couch. “If we have to talk about my body, and I fear we will, we set a time and a place. Make it an official roommate meeting. Like we’re doing right now.” Then, he added, “Since we’re in an official roommate meeting now, I just wanted to tell you, thanks for the gift you gave me last night. I only took 15 minutes. Each time. I went twice last night, and my head is much clearer now.” “Mazel tov!” I said. “Glad to hear it.” Then, I added, “Since you made this an official roommate meeting, I wanted to let you know that I plan to start dating again. And not just picking up guys at clubs. I’m going to try internet dating. I’m on some websites; Sheila and Trina helped me with my profiles. This won’t be for casual hook-ups, either. I’m looking for a serious boyfriend. I’ve already got a date lined up for tomorrow.” “That’s great, Auggie. I think that’s a good idea. When you find a boyfriend, I’d love to meet him.” We were so proud of ourselves with our rules. The next couple of days went by swimmingly. I eased back into work with far fewer complications than I expected. I once again had to schedule my bladder around Gabriel monopolizing the bathroom, but now that he was shaving far less often, he didn’t hog it as much as he used to. Around the apartment, I could tell Gabriel was still surging larger—I have eyes and object permanence—but with the boundaries we’d set, it felt safer somehow. Then, eight days into our new arrangement, the rules proved to be insufficient. My first internet date went so well we scheduled two more that same week. In the middle of my third date, I crashed headfirst into a hole in the House Rules. I called Gabriel from the restaurant. “What’s up, Auggie?” In a whisper, I said, “I’m on a date with this guy named Trent.” “Speak up, buddy,” Gabriel said. In a louder whisper I said, “I can’t. I’m in a bathroom at a restaurant, and my cell gets shitty service in here.” “Then, speak as loud as you can. I can barely hear you.” I raised my voice to a very quiet non-whisper. “I’m on a date with this guy named Trent. He’s sweet. A kindergarten teacher. He looks nothing like you.” “Sounds good. Why are you calling me?” “He wants to have sex.” Gabriel made a noise of disapproval. “You told me you were done with hook-ups.” “This is our third date, and we have a fourth scheduled for Tuesday. I’d hardly call this a hookup.” “Okay,” Gabriel said flatly, clearly unconvinced. “Why are you calling me?” “He lives with his sister and her son. Or rather, they live with him. Either way, there’s a five-year-old in the apartment with a habit of walking into rooms—without knocking—in the middle of the night.” “Rambunctious scamp.” “He’s adorable. Trent has shown me pictures. Anyways, Trent asked if we could have sex at my place. I don’t know if that goes against the House Rules. If it does, we’ll go to a hotel, but I’d prefer to come back to the apartment because a hotel makes the wrong impression.” “Come back to the apartment. Just keep your bedroom door locked during. I’d love to meet him.” “Excellent,” I said. “We’ll be there in about 30 minutes. Please take the sheet with our House Rules off the fridge and put them in a drawer. I’ll explain everything to Trent when it’s appropriate; I just don’t want the sign to scare him off.” “On it,” Gabriel said, hanging up. I explained to Trent that I had a roommate and we’d have to keep the door locked, and he was so overeager that he didn’t mind. In fact, Trent practically leapt on me as soon as my bedroom door was locked behind me. Trent wasn’t the normal sort of guy I went after. He was shorter than me, not exactly physically fit, and a total bottom. Right now, I was on a Gabriel cleanse, so I was looking for anyone who didn’t remind me of Gabriel at all. Trent’s flaming red hair and earrings helped separate the two of them even further. The sex was awkward, mostly because it’d been forever since I’d topped anyone, but I was sure we’d figure it out after a few more attempts. I’d give it a B-. Maybe a B if I’m generous. When the sun came up the next morning, Trent woke me, asking, “You never unlocked the door last night. Is it safe for me to go out there?” With my eyes half-closed, I responded, “As long as you’re fully dressed. You’ll likely bump into my roommate Gabriel. He’s itching to meet you.” I yawned, then said, “Want me to come with you?” “I’m just hitting the bathroom and getting a glass of water.” He kissed my forehead. “We can catch another hour of sleep before I should head back home.” I rolled over to snooze some more, but—it couldn’t have been two minutes later—I heard uproarious laughter coming from the dining room. I dressed and rushed out there to find Trent and Gabriel eating breakfast and having a grand old time. They were having a lively conversation. Finishing each other’s sentences even though they’d just met. If they didn’t have different voices, it would have sounded like one person talking to himself. It was a little off-putting. “Morning, sleepyhead,” they said at the same time. That was more than off-putting; it was creepy. “Trent’s a blast,” Gabriel said cheerfully. “So’s Gabriel.” Trent agreed. “He showed me his dating profile. I see why you picked him. I would have picked him if I was looking for a date.” “I stand out. Not a lot of kindergarten teachers are into poker and motorcycles,” Trent said. Some memories from the last three dates jumped out: the ease of conversation, the shorthand we developed, the types of things we’d talked about. I’d felt relaxed and comfortable, like I’d known him for years. That had been a plus, but now, it was starting to feel like a red flag I’d missed. Gabriel put his hand on Trent’s shoulder and shook him jovially. “And he was a math nut like me when he was in high school.” Then, right on top of him, Trent added, “And if you have too much to drink…” Smoothly, as if it was one sentence, Gabriel interjected, “As you sometimes do, mister…” As though he hadn’t been interrupted, Trent finished his thought, “I can always be the driver ‘cause I doesn’t drink!” Gabriel beamed. “You’re a perfect match!” Trent turned to look at me eagerly. “Oh! We have to go dancing. Gabriel says you’re a fantastic dancer.” What? What was happening? This morning was pointing some things out to me I’d failed to notice. I had to check. “Trent, I was thinking we’d have a movie night sometime this week.” “A movie night could be fun. Cozy up under a blanket and snuggle. Going out. Staying in. I go with the flow and am happy to follow your lead.” It couldn’t be, could it? Just to double-check, I asked, “What’s your favorite movie, Trent?” “I know it’s kind of cliché, but my favorite movie is Enter the Dragon.” Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. “Excellent choice,” Gabriel said. Quickly, I interceded with, “Trent, can I talk with you out in the hall?” “Sure,” he turned to Gabriel and said, “back in a flash.” When Trent came storming back into the room fifteen seconds later, he grabbed his things and left in a teary run. “What was that about?” Gabriel asked. “What did you say to make him cry?” “I just dumped him.” “Why?” Gabriel said, looking hurt. “I loved that guy! He was awesome!” “He was you. I did it again.” I pulled out our house rules and added another. 9. Auggie shall not date anyone who is eerily similar to Gabriel. “He was nothing like me!” Gabriel protested. “He was a short doughy guy who looked like he stepped off a box of Lucky Charms.” “Not like you physically, no, but he has your exact same personality. Your same attitude and…” I searched for a term, but all I could come up with was, “aura. It’s why the dates were going so well. I felt like I was dating you. I didn’t do it on purpose, but on some subconscious level, I picked the guy whose personality was the most like yours.” “Just because he likes kung fu movies?” “It wasn’t about his taste in films. He was you if you were a short, gay kindergarten teacher.” “I did consider being a kindergarten teacher before I settled on business management,” Gabriel admitted. “I rest my case,” I said, joining Gabriel at the table. Gabriel mulled it over, “Now that I think about it, his dating profile did feel like I wrote parts of it.” He thought for another second and asked, “Is that really a reason to dump him?” “I’m on a Gabriel cleanse,” I reminded him. “Dating guys who remind me of you is the last thing I need right now. Now that I’ve seen how much you and Trent are alike, I can’t un-see it.” I shook my head frustratedly. “I’m going to have to be a lot more careful about who I date.” While I was saying all of that, I was texting wildly under the table. “Who you texting?” “Sheila and Trina. Asking them for blind dates because I don’t trust myself right now.” Gabriel took his last bite of eggs. “Could work.” 20 1 1 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post TQuintA Posted November 7, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted November 7, 2022 Chapter 11 And so a new normal was established. A lot of it was painfully similar to our pre-House Rules normal. We were both going to work. Gabriel was hitting the gym harder than ever. Gabriel and I had breakfast and dinner together, hanging out when neither of us was busy. Some it was new, though, but a normal sort of new. For instance, I was dating again. I didn’t really click with either of the first two blind dates I was set up on, but neither one even slightly reminded me of Gabriel, so we were headed in the right direction. And I was hoping to find someone to at least become a friend with benefits because Gabriel just kept growing. He. Just. Kept. Growing. His clothes kept getting deliciously tighter, caressing his expanding body. His bulges were all more prominent, especially his chest and his arms. His chest filled out the fronts of all his shirts, threatening buttons, teasing flashes of silky black chest hair. His arms engorged with power, rounder and fuller with each passing day, more hair coating his forearms. Every little movement made his muscles expand and contract, and even just him sitting there, his chest would rise and fall with his breaths—expanding and collapsing. When he yawned, his chest moved like an avalanche. When he stretched, his arms danced with vitality and sinew, and if he stretched upwards enough, I got a peek of his hairy, ripped abs. His pants were more and more scandalously tight, encasing his legs in more and more constricting confines, his ass more pronounced and heavier, cupped by the seat of his pants. No matter what style of pants he wore, you could tell he had thick, jacked legs: the overfilled the fabric in tantalizingly outward curves. And when he wore shorts, I got a full display of his wrought-iron calves and increasingly hairy shins. Even his crotch now had a bulge. It was mostly because his mighty legs left no room in front for his dick, so it had no choice but to bulge, but there it was, taunting me, just a little bit bigger every day. Every day more virile, every day more present, every day more glorious. As he increased in mass, his physicality changed too. He had the look and gait of a serious bodybuilder. Each step had a jaunty swagger to it. This was in part because of the confidence all the extra mass gave him. He loved how big he was getting, and I could see it on his face, especially when he flexed in the mirror. His muscles were becoming everything he ever wanted, and he was buzzed on the growth. The other reason he had a sway to his walk was basic physics. His legs would collide into each other if he didn’t walk this way. His shoulders were broader; his lats thicker, his arms more massive. If he didn’t actively strut on purpose, his basic motions would force him into a strut anyway. Twice—twice!—his clothes tore in front of me. Once, when he was reaching into the cabinet to grab a glass for water, his armpit tore clear open, and his bush of armpit hair dashed to escape its cloth prison. I could see the hollow of his muscular armpit, now filled with fur, and even from across the kitchen, I could smell a whiff of his spicy musk. Even over an excessive amount of deodorant and aftershave and cologne, the faint, mustiest hint of Gabriel delectably caressed my nostrils. The other time, he bent over to tie his shoes, and the entire ass of his pants tore in two, giving me a full flash of his ass. His navy blue boxers still held, but they were stretched so thin that the dark blue was distorted into a whitish blue, and I could see his ass fur through the cloth. When he turned around to hide the tear from me, he accidently widened the tear from back to front, giving me a glimpse of his fuller basket pressing forward with a thicker cock and lower-hanging, heavier balls. As he grew bigger overall, he also grew more beautiful in my eyes. The increased body hair was one thing, the ever-thickening jet black beard was another. But even his face was more gorgeous. His neck grew thicker and denser, his jaw heavier and more robust, his brows darker, his cheekbones more severe. It should’ve made him look near caveman-like, which would have been alluring in its own right, but there was more to the changes. His warm brown eyes grew brighter, he looked more well-rested, even his skin (which I thought was already flawless) became more radiant and healthier. And now that he wasn’t driving himself crazy by resisting masturbation, he smiled more readily and more frequently, laughed more heartily and with greater abandon, and was more affable and cheerful. He was intoxicatingly handsome. Further enticing me, his masturbation grew louder. Even behind his locked bedroom door, I could tell when he was masturbating. Not just because of the robotic whirrs and hums of the fleshlight, but Gabriel himself grew louder. He would grunt and moan and cry out during his revelries, and when he achieved climax, he would bellow with a feral release of pure, primal, erotic energy, wordless sounds of ecstasy. The noises he made while orgasming got me hard when I heard them. And he did this twice a day, now. On top of everything, he was just as physically affectionate as ever. Pats on the shoulder showed me just how heavy and strong his arm was and how warm and inviting his fingers were. When he tousled my hair, his arm, shoulder, and chest danced mesmerizingly, the cords of his muscles twisting and flexing in Terpsichorean frenzy. And when he hugged me, his pecs pressed into my face—larger, more obtrusive pecs with each passing day, my nose inhaling a full dose of his inviting pheromones. As I was surrounded by his continuously hardening and larger arms, I felt swaddled in an increasingly stony and firm vice of warmth and security, a little tighter each time he hugged me, my brain flooded by the interplay of smells coming from his various soaps, lotions, and natural aromas. His hugs were practically foreplay. And on the few nights we decided to watch a movie together, he put his muscular arm out and had me cradle into his armpit and chest like we had in college. I could feel the heat radiate off him as we sat, my head nestled on his granite pec. I was too absorbed by him to even watch these movies. The bigger he got, the more physically affectionate he became, and the more I melted under his touch. I almost added “no hugs” to the rules list. Did I bring any of this to Gabriel’s attention? No, I did not. It was my problem, not his. And it wasn’t even a problem. Not really. It was a delight. Especially now that I’d rejected his sexual advances when he was at his lowest point, I knew I’d never have Gabriel in a sexual or romantic way. Still, I liked him being a moon in my orbit, and now that his libido wasn’t hijacking his every thought, he felt like the old Gabriel again. About two weeks after I returned from the glamping trip, Gabriel turned to me one morning. We were eating breakfast while standing in the kitchen, as we often did. I was having a bowl of cereal; Gabriel was having a steak and spinach omelet. After he swallowed a particularly big bite, he looked at me and said, “We need to have a roommate meeting.” “Okay. Now?” I responded. “I was thinking tonight. Over dinner?” I shook my head as I wiped some oat milk from my chin. “I’m going on a blind date tonight. Trina thinks this one will be more promising than the last. He’s taking me to a vegan restaurant.” “Oh. Well, I guess now will work for the meeting.” “Should we sit?” I asked, gesturing to our perfectly good dining room table. “Nah. I just have a sensitive favor to ask, and it only felt appropriate during a roommate meeting.” I nodded and replied, “Shoot.” “I can’t use the gym in our building anymore—not enough weight to challenge me. So, I got a new membership at a gym downtown, a serious one.” I had not been aware of this. “The other morning at my new gym, someone caught my attention. I couldn’t stop looking. Then, I went into the locker room and saw I was… really hard. If I didn’t run into a toilet stall to take care of it, it wouldn’t have gone back down.” I practically spat out my cereal. This was breaking news. “Someone turned you on?” Gabriel shrugged. He took another bite of eggs while he pondered it, swallowed his food, and said, “Maybe? I’ve never felt turned on before, so I don’t know if that’s what this was.” “You saw someone hot, you got an erection, you jacked off. Sounds like being turned on to me.” Gabriel shook his head uncertainly. “The looking and the erection—I don’t know if they were connected. It almost feels like two things that just happened one after the other, rather than one thing causing the other. Like, if you bought a bottle of ketchup, and the exact second you finished your purchase, there was a freak rainstorm. You wouldn’t say the ketchup caused the rain, right?” I interjected, “But since you’ve never been turned on before, there might have been some other cues you didn’t pick up on. You said you were practically staring. That’s a sign.” “True,” Gabriel acknowledged. “I fully admit that. But, the whole time I was taking care of… it, I didn’t have any pictures in my head, like you said most people do. And because I was in a cramped bathroom stall and didn’t have my toy, it took forever. Forever, Auggie. I was in there for-fucking-ever. If I were turned on, shouldn’t it have been faster?” “Probably. But how long is forever?” Gabriel looked embarrassed. “I was in that stall for just shy of an hour. I was late for work. I’m glad it was early so the locker room wasn’t crowded. I don’t know what people thought I was doing.” I took my in. “They knew exactly what you were doing.” I cleared my throat. “Since we’re in an official roommate meeting, let me advise you not to beat off at the gym again. Lately, you’ve become vocal and loud while jerking off.” “Really?” He sounded mortified. “You sound like you’re filming a porn.” “I’m sorry,” he said, blushing and lowering his eyes. I patted him on the shoulder, letting my hand linger on his rock-like physique. “No need to apologize, buddy. I’m glad to hear you enjoying yourself.” Gabriel demurred. “‘Enjoy’ is too strong a word.” “You sound like you’re really enjoying yourself,” I commented. He shrugged again. “Like any exercise regimen, once you get the hang of it, you find a rhythm. I’ve masturbated more times these last two months than I probably have in the rest of my life combined. I’m not enjoying it. I’ve just stopped fighting it. It’s still a waste of time, and I still think a decadent bowl of ice cream is way more satisfying than an orgasm, especially with the diet I have myself on.” He paused for a second looking for the right words. “I find it more medically fascinating than enjoyable. That as my body fills with hormones and expands with muscle, it demands more exercise. All of me demands more exercise. But you are right that I’ve gotten into the swing of it.” I redirected us back to the matter at hand. “So, you may or may not have experienced your first glimmer of sexual attraction. What’s the favor?” “I have 17 weeks left in this trial. I kinda want to explore this occurrence. Which would kinda involve inviting someone back to the apartment.” “You’re going to ask someone for a hook up?” I was genuinely excited for him. “I was thinking more of a date, to see if it was sexual attraction.” I furrowed my brows. “Then why ask them to come here? You can go anywhere on a date.” “To make it less scary, honestly.” I nodded. “Okay, I see that.” I smiled proudly. “A date for Gabriel.” “Yes,” he said decidedly. “And you want me to clear out on the night of?” I asked, pointing a thumb at the door. Gabriel shook his head violently. “Just the opposite. I want you to chaperone.” I screwed my face up, trying to figure out why on Earth he’d want a chaperone. Gabriel put down his plate, which was now clean of all food. “I don’t know if what I felt was arousal, or attraction, or just a coincidence. I don’t fully know what to expect. And the last time I went on an even half-successful date, it was with you. If it’s just me alone with a date, it’s going to be a disaster. If I did feel attraction, I don’t know how to behave. If I didn’t feel attraction, I don’t know how to make a tasteful exit. I need you, buddy.” Out of morbid curiosity, I surrendered. “Sure. Let me know the night, and I’ll bring a date too. Maybe this Jackson guy Trina’s setting me up with. A double date will be far less bizarre than a chaperone.” “See!” Gabriel grinned in relief. “Providing me useful advice already.” “So,” I asked leadingly, “what’s the lucky date’s name?” “Oh,” Gabriel said as if remembering an important detail. “That’s right! You already know her.” Her? Gabriel maybe-sorta-perhaps felt attraction, and it was to a her? “Her?” I said out loud. “Yeah, we went to college with her. I just bumped into her randomly at the gym. You remember Bridget, right?” Of course. Bridget. 32 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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