Popular Post Littlerjim Posted June 17, 2023 Popular Post Share Posted June 17, 2023 This place isn’t a club; it’s a hunting ground. At least, that’s the chief thought that runs through Sean’s head as he slinks into the bar with cat-like grace. He has a crooked smile on his face as he thanks the bouncer that lets him in - there’s no waiting in line for him any more, he’s practically part of the furniture here - then scans the crowd for new faces. One place he differs from his feline counterparts, however, is his choice of prey. He’s not looking for something tiny to pester and toy with. He’s in the market for something bigger. Much bigger. At 5’5”, and with a slim though toned frame, you’d hardly think he’d have the swagger to own the place. Yet he struts across the dancefloor like it all the same, receiving smiles - some warm, some false, several nervous - from those that recognize him. Today he’s decided on a more understated look - a simple tank top that cuts off at his midriff, exposing his flat but not ripped stomach, a pair of jeans and some comfortable shoes. Very few people are taken in by it though, his reputation well and truly proceeding him, and for good reason. This man is dangerous. His little tour around the club, taking stock of his kingdom, takes him inevitably upstairs and to the bar. It was always a packed affair, and he usually had people to go and queue for him - but today was different. Because standing at the bar, he had found his quarry. Sean was a man who felt he had seen it all and done it all and, due to his particular circumstances, he’d certainly done a lot more than most others. But as his eyes fall upon the individual waiting patiently for his turn at the bar, they can’t help but widen in surprise. He just hoped they weren’t bigger than his belly. The man is gigantic, and not just in a way that feels that way to the diminutive Sean. He’s gigantic in a way that stands head and shoulders above everybody around him. In a way that makes him broader than anyone close - huge burly muscles clearly visible through the near-transparent white shirt that fails valiantly at covering his tapering torso. His thick arms, bared to the bar, look thicker than Sean’s legs. The man’s jeans stretch to almost paper-thin across impossible quads, his long legs bulk outward to support his impressive frame. He was easily the biggest person Sean had ever encountered; and given his disposition, Sean had encountered several large people. His mind boggles at the possibilities. And yet, for all that size and power, which the attention of the club around him like a black hole, there's a softness to the man. He's by no means fat - every muscle on his frame is displayed with prominence in spite of any painted-on clothing. But they looked pliable, like freshly risen dough, and it took Sean a considerable amount of self-control to resist walking straight up and sinking his fingers in. But soft, too, is the expression on his face. Under a small curtain of dark brown hair, his eyes survey the bar around him with curiosity, and a patient smile plays across his lips. Sean catches himself, closing his mouth and instinctively checking that nobody had clocked him. They hadn't. All eyes in this part of the bar are fixed on the seemingly oblivious giant. The anonymity it grants him is almost refreshing; almost. But he steels the bitter sting of jealousy with one thought; they've seen nothing yet. He approaches. The size of the man was halting from a distance, but from this close, Sean's brain is put into eddying circles. He barely reaches the man's armpits, and he cranes his neck upward; that same, steady smile is fixed there, not noticing the smaller man. Well this was embarrassing. Sean considers clearing his throat, but there's no guarantee the sound would even carry the distance up to the man's ears given the volume of the music in here. Instead he stands close and, spotting the man's hands resting patiently on the bar, reaches forward. Their forearms rest against each other as Sean weedles his slender fingers between the man's much larger digits, the difference in their respective sizes immediately telling. "Excuse me, sir? Sorry, but it seems you've mistakenly put your hand on mine." Sean had been staring into the middle distance, playing coy and pretending not to notice the titan next to him. The man's voice is surprising, less bass-y than he expected but with enough power to carry his otherwise soft tone over the noisy bar. When Sean does turn to once again invoke vertigo by looking up at the man, he finds the patient smile is still present, though this time it's marred by a slightly cocked eyebrow, as genuine concern seeps from every pore. "Did I? How clumsy of me," Sean responds, without hint of an apology, nor moving his hand. "Have you been waiting long?" "Just ten minutes or so. But it's fine, there's a lot of thirsty people here," The man said, shooting another confused look at their hands, but not saying anything. "10 minutes? Sounds like you need the VIP treatment. You strike me as a beer guy, am I right?" Sean asks. "Yes - well, sometimes. I normally don't drink alcohol at all, but it's a nice change from time to time," the man responds awkwardly. "Well, they've got something better than beer here..." Sean says, before leaning over and gesturing to a barmaid that catches his eye. "What's that?" "Free beer." The drinks arrive within seconds, and the barmaid leaves without another word. Sean hands the man a glass, near overflowing with the cold, amber liquid. "Oh no, I couldn't possibly! Here." He takes his hand away from the bar, and reaches into his jeans pocket. Sean isn't quite sure how he found space to actually store anything - perhaps they're bigger on the inside? - but he somehow manages to withdraw a wallet, from which he tries to push a crumpled note into the smaller man's hands. Sean moves his palms into the air like a gun is being pointed at him. "Keep your money!" He laughs, refusing to accept it, "You can always get the next one." "The next one?" That confused look is back on his face - it's kind of cute, Sean admits. "After you drink these with me," he says, sucking a small amount of his own drink through its straw, "Part of the VIP treatment is getting to spend time with other VIPs, don't you know. Name's Sean." "Peter," the large man acting on instinct and offering his hand. Sean doesn't miss his opportunity and takes it, his own quickly enveloped by the soft warm flesh. "Are you here alone? I am..." He says softly, still revelling at the feeling of this huge paw. "No, I'm here with my brother - “ He looks around him and gestures vaguely towards a balcony overlooking this floor below, but his arm quickly falls by his side. David had been there just a moment ago, talking to a young woman the two of them had run into, but now that he looks there’s no trace of him. “-or at least I was.” “You’d think he’d be easy to spot,” Sean says, still staring at their hands. “Why?” This breaks his gaze once more, but again there’s nothing but innocence and confusion on the big man’s face. “Because if there’s any family resemblance at all, he’ll be sticking out head and shoulders above everyone else in the room?” Sean hazards, not quite trusting his apparent sincerity. -zip- Peter pulls his hand away from Sean’s instinctively. He feels… something. He wasn’t sure what - it was almost like a static shock, but not painful. Just a small crack of something in his hand, followed by a warm feeling that spreads through his nervous system. He freezes for a moment, then shakes his head, as if regaining his bearings. “Oh, um, no - he’s not as tall as me. Not since I was, like, 12? I’m sure he’s around somewhere though.” “Well, why don’t you keep me company until he comes back? A little guy like me could certainly use someone like you to keep an eye on him…” Sean says, appealing to his ego. “Aha, well, I’m not sure what to say…” Peter says, an embarrassed smile spreading over his face, a pair of deep dimples sinking into his cheeks. He lifts his arm up and scratches the back of his head nervously, causing Sean to almost drool as he stares at the peak that forms there. It looks bigger than his head, surely that poor sleeve can’t take much more. SHHHHHHRRRRPPPPP As if by magic, a tear forms slowly at first, then rapidly stretches up the length of the sleeve almost to the armpit. Peter drops his arm in alarm - this isn’t the first time he’d destroyed an item of clothing, but this shirt was new-on tonight. It had been tight - everything was tight on him - but surely it wasn’t that precarious? “I’m s-so sorry!” He stammers, seemingly mortified at this display of his absolute size, “I promise I wasn’t trying to show off, or anything! Really, I should be more careful-” “Hey, hey, hey - there’s nothing to apologise for! It’s got to be tough being built like you,” Sean says soothingly, reaching forward to stroke Peter on the arm, his eyes lingering on the shredded shirt for just a moment, “If you’re worried about causing a scene though, why don’t you come with me? We can find a quiet little booth out of the way, but still keep our eyes on the bar for your brother. Sound good?” Peter nods, and lets the smaller man lead him away. Sean is glad to be facing away from him - he can only hold the excitement in for so long, a hungry look haunting his face as he drops his guard for just a moment. It was starting already! 49 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Popular Post Littlerjim Posted June 19, 2023 Author Popular Post Share Posted June 19, 2023 Part 2 Finding a secluded spot would have been difficult, had Sean not possessed the kind of clout he had in this particular club; the place is packed. As it transpired, however, all it took was a look from Sean to a man he recognised who was occupying one of the booths at the edge of the crowded room. From Peter’s perspective, all he sees is a man in one of the booths they approach gawp in their direction for a moment, before muttering something to his friends and ushering them all out, moving away quickly towards the dancefloor. What a stroke of luck, Peter thinks, as he and his diminutive companion take a seat. The difference in atmosphere is immediately palpable. The large backs of these booths are enough to swallow even him from a seated position, and the soft furnishings help to muffle some of the sound from the rest of the bar. When he speaks to Sean, he barely needs to raise his voice. “This was a good idea. I don’t feel like everyone’s staring at me, so much,” he says. “Oh? I would have thought you’d be used to that,” Sean asks. “Well, sure - I get it a lot. But I try not to draw attention to myself too much. My shirt doing that…” he plays with the frayed edges, concern already building about the integrity of the other sleeve, “It comes across as a bit show-off-y, you know? Like I’m some jackass trying to rub in how big I am?” “Well, I don’t think you’re a jackass. It’s an easy mistake, especially when you’re built like you are, you can’t help it,” Sean tries to placate him. He almost feels guilty - almost. But just getting to spend time with this giant is enough to silence any doubts. “Thanks. I know it sounds like I’m overthinking it, but believe me, there’s always someone ready to assume the worst about me.” “Ha!” Sean throws his head back, and lets his mask slip a moment, “Oh, I believe it. There’s plenty of people in this bar who have some very nasty thoughts about me too. If I spared them even a moment’s thought each, I’d never get anything done - or have any fun. You can’t let them bring you down, Pete. Besides, you must enjoy showing off just a little, right?” “What makes you say that?” Peter asks, that same puppydog confusion creasing his brow again. “Come off it, you must pay rent at the gym to get a body like that! There’s got to be some reason for it.” -zip- That strange feeling again, less intense than before and with no exploding clothes, but the same warmth, the same slight dizziness. Peter attempts to collect his thoughts. “I’m not at the gym that often. Um. Not ever, in fact.” Now it’s Sean’s turn to be confused. He scans the crowd around them for familiar faces - surely this guy is some cruel trick that’s being played on him? But there’s no lurking malefactors, and still not a hint of anything but sincerity on the big man’s face. “You’re telling me that you never work out?” “No. Do you think I should?” It must be a lie, surely? The man in front of him drips masculinity from every pore, every single muscle on his body bulging almost reflexively to changes in body language. He’d be the envy of every bodybuilder, every professional sportsman, exuding strength and just taking up so much damn space. And yet, in Sean’s heart, he knew he wasn’t being lied to. “I mean, it couldn’t hurt…” he quips out of exasperation. For the first time in a long time, he was beginning to feel out of his depth - and they’d barely even started. “I tried it once,” Peter tried to continue earnestly, “But it didn’t go very well. I think the point of it is, the things you lift are meant to be heavy, right? It’s just - they didn’t really have anything I struggled to lift. And some of the machines were a bit… fragile. Some people got pretty upset with me, but David smoothed it over, explained I was just a kid-” “Sorry, you were how old?” “Yeah, like, 16 or so? It was just before the first lockdown, which was…. Three years ago? So yeah, 16.” “You’re 19 years old?” Sean’s mind continues to reel - the enormous brute sat in front of him is still a teenager? And when he was even younger, he was apparently able to outlift an entire gym’s worth of equipment? Was he still growing? What effect would that have? Well, it was too late to go back now… “Sure - sorry, I’m talking a lot about myself. How old are you?” Peter asks. “That’s fine,” Sean takes a large sip of his drink, which is dwindling fast, to steady his nerves. “You’re fast becoming my favourite topic of conversation. I’m 23.” Peter blushes at that remark, but says, “23? I assumed you were younger.” “Why’s that?” “Because - erm, never mind…” he trails off looking embarrassed. “Because next to you, I’m a tiny girlish man who you were probably bigger than in grade school?” Sean asks, delighted to have something to dangle over the poor titan. Peter looks unwilling to answer, so he presses: “It’s okay, I’m not upset. For the record, I absolutely love how much bigger you are than me. You can admit it.” Peter smiles sheepishly, and slowly nods… -zip- … and quickly feels that fresh wave of dizziness. The club seems a bit louder than a moment ago - perhaps he should slow down on the beer? “I know you must get this all the time,” Sean presses, “But as we’re talking about it anyway, how big are you exactly?” “6’8, 340lbs…” Peter reels off, half out of boredom having answered the question at least twice a day since he started high school, half still in a sort of daze. Everything felt sort of… tight. “Really? I would have said you were more than 6’8”” “Why? Probably just a perspective thing…” That haze hadn’t left this time, it’s staying and it feels like it’s welling up inside him. “Maybe. But I know a few guys who are pretty big. A friend of mine plays basketball professionally, and he’s 6’7”, and you just look a lot bigger than him.” SHHHRRRRIPPP! Sean jumps a little as the other sleeve of Peter’s shirt bursts - it happens in about a fraction of a second, and suddenly the immense entirety of his pale, bowling ball bicep is on display. A bead of sweat slips slowly down Peter’s brow as he gawks at himself. “S-sean, I’m so sorry, I-” “Stop apologizing,” the smaller man says with enough force to stop him dead in his tracks. “Look at yourself.” Peter glances down at his arms and has to do a double take. He’s used to being big, but for some reason he sees everything about him in a new light. His pecs seem to jut out just a little further - a fact that stops him from noticing the newly bared midriff down below - and his arms look bigger than ever, a prominent vein pulsing on each. He lifts his arms up into the air and curls them both into peaks, causing them to swell to new heights, seemingly bigger than his own head. He stares at them open mouthed, unable to explain what he was seeing or feeling. But he couldn’t deny that a part of him liked it. His pants, already feeling tighter than when he had put them on, start to feel especially uncomfortable around the crotch. And he’s not the only one. As Peter lifted his arms, Sean had caught his scent. It wasn’t BO - well, in technical terms, it was, but it didn’t have an unpleasant quality. It was a pheromone-laden, knock-out blow to Sean’s system, an intoxicating aroma of masculinity laced with the spice of Peter’s aftershave. The effect was instant, a much more modest tent forming in the little man’s pants and, as he tried to keep his composure, he couldn’t help but notice a few men passing by to almost double over themselves. Or was he imagining it…? “Fucking look at you…” Sean manages to say. “Yeah… look at me…” Peter replies, trance-like. “Can I touch?” Sean is silent but nods, swallowing as he feels the small digits of Seans hands gently stroke at his stupendous arms, occasionally reaching down to touch at his chest and abs. “Wow… you are incredible. And you say you don’t work out? You’d make some men I know weep. You must be swatting girls away with a stick…” Sean mutters in rapturous worship of Peter’s body. “Not - not exactly. I’ve met a few really nice girls. And guys -” That certainly brought a devious smile to Sean’s face, “But it never seems to work out.” “Oh? Not cold feet I hope?” Sean asks, continuing to touch the giant, but doubt starts to creep into his mind - he certainly hoped the big man wasn’t compensating for something. “Not on my part, no. Some of them get scared. And I think some of the guys were mostly self-conscious. I’m… I’m a pretty big guy.” Seans looks at him, desperate to not let the sudden hunger he felt give him away, but he strokes his hand lower until he’s at the very base of Peter’s abs. He looks up for approval: “Can I…?” Peter’s brain is still foggy with these warm sensations, but he knows that he likes the touch of the little man’s hand. Without much thought, he nods yes. Sean brings his hand down and is instantly blown away by what he feels. The shape is unmistakable, but made to feel alien by its sheer scale. It feels slightly pushed up - presumably by an equally impressive set of gonads hidden somewhere underneath - but he traces the huge, wrist-thick lump of flesh to somewhere above Peter’s knees. He can feel the goddamn veins through his jeans! “I’m flattered…” he manages to say, after a moment’s speechlessness, “That a little guy like me could make someone as big as you so excited already.” That look is back again - the confusion and concern of a giant who doesn’t seem to understand just how extraordinary he is. With disbelief, Sean translates the look even before Peter can articulate it. “Are you saying you’re still soft?!” Peter nods, looking deeply ashamed, and looking away. “Hey!” Sean’s expression turns to anger, as he climbs up onto the big man’s lap, straddling him - and still able to feel that impossible shape, warm through the fabric of Peter’s pants. From this elevation, he’s close to eye level with the beast for the first time that night. “Those people who chickened out? Fucking cowards. They didn’t deserve you. You aren’t something that should be hidden away. You ought to be fucking worshipped!” -ZIP- The biggest wave of the night overtakes Peter, and there’s no doubt about the sensations he’s feeling any more. It’s not just a confused sense of pleasure - though there is plenty of that. He’s expanding. He feels his frame growing wider, his head poking just a little higher than the backs of the booth, and the tiny man on his lap seemingly shrinking away - but before he can disappear entirely, he leans forward and plants a kiss on Seans lips, his much larger tongue forcing its way into the little man’s mouth. Sean moans and reciprocates. To him, it’s the opposite. The already monolithic man seems to stretch around him, encompassing him in the warm cocoon of his arms, and there’s nothing for him to do but be cradled and enjoy his embrace; until, with a cry of pain, Peter breaks away. “What’s wrong? Is something the matter?” Sean asks in a panic. He’d never done it with someone so big before, was there a limit to how far it could go? Some sort of complication? He didn’t want to hurt the poor guy. Peter shakes his head and shifts in his seat once - then twice - then lets out a sigh as he pants and stretches out. “S-sorry; didn’t mean to scare you. My shoes. Managed to kick them off…” He trails off as Sean twists and leans down to look under the table. It’s dark down there, but he can make out the offending footwear, each shoe huge enough for him to wear while he kept his own shoes on; and yet small enough to be dwarfed by Peter’s feet. He lifts his head back up, but as he turns to look at Peter, the big man is fixing him with a firm look. “I grew” he says, plainly. “Sure looks like it,” Sean responds. “Did you do it?” Peter pushes. “Not exactly. But what do you think of it? I think the new size suits you.” Peter starts to consider the question - if truth be told, it feels incredible, even now the rush of growth has subsided. But as he marvels at himself, he starts to feel that same feeling start to well up once more, this time recognizing it for what it is - and he’s able to steady himself and resist, at least in part. “I think I’m in danger of being arrested for indecent exposure. It’s not done, is it?” Sean shakes his head. “Not by a long shot. But if it’s privacy you’re after… I think I have just the place.” “But my brother-” “Isn’t here,” Sean interrupts, “And even if he was, do you think he can help? Trust me, I can take care of you. I think you’ll even enjoy it quite a bit. It was you who kissed me, after all - right?” Peter still looks conflicted, but with a dry mouth, nods in agreement. What he’d just felt was like nothing else, and if there was more of that to come… well, he had to follow it no matter what. The two of them stand and leave the booth - an action that takes Peter a considerably longer amount of time as he squeezes his way past the round table. It would be so easy simply to rip it from the floor, he considers - but that thought is enough to once again send his blood pumping, and he tries to settle himself. Sean uses the time to steal over to the bar, and ask for a message to be passed on to anyone asking about the giant - ‘your brother is fine, and will be returned to you unscathed in the morning’ - before heading back to meet up with Peter. It’s a surreal experience for the big man. He’s used to standing head and shoulders above almost everyone, but at this point, there are few people that even approach his pecs. He lumbers through, clutching his now too-small shoes in his hands, a natural berth forming around the pair as they head towards the exit. The doorman eyes Peter nervously, but doesn’t say anything as he squeezes his way out through the door and into the cold night air. Sean looks up at his prey - titanic, grown beyond all hope that he had for him and, he was certain, set to go even further once they really got going. This boy belonged to him - and he couldn’t wait to play with his new toy. 48 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Popular Post Littlerjim Posted June 29, 2023 Author Popular Post Share Posted June 29, 2023 Part 3 “But why would he do something like that?” “Because he’s scared of you.” “.... did… did I do something wrong?” David shook his head, then pinched the brow of his nose. It was always like this. He had hoped that, by now, Peter would have experienced some maturation in personality; he was 13 now, and god knows he was physically changing at an alarming rate. But he was the same old Pete as ever. Which is not to say he was immature, necessarily - when it came to compassion and community, he had an emotional maturity well beyond his years. Nor was he stupid - his grades were always good. It’s just that… the world according to Peter was pretty simple. And within that simple world view, there was little space for accepting just how big he was getting. It needed careful translation. “Of course you didn’t do anything wrong,” David said softly, putting his arm around his little brother’s shoulders - a task that was barely achievable anymore. Although he was six years older, the height gap had now closed between them, and it was easier to see that Peter was the broader of the two brothers. “Then why would he be scared of me?” His eyes are so full of concern, and David does his best to explain to Peter his new reality. “Because you’re at least half a foot taller than him, and strong enough to throw him across the room.” “But I wouldn’t. He knows that, we’ve been friends for years.” ‘Friends’ was pushing it, David thought. He’d always kept a cursory eye on Peter as they were growing up, and knew the boys in his class fairly well. Michael was a problem, always was, and not just with his teachers. He had a way of asserting himself over his classmates that, fortunately, never seemed to work on his little bro. The subtler threats broke against him like waves against a cliff edge, and the kid was too devious to start anything physical. Until today. As far as he could tell, he was shaking down another of their classmates for lunch money when Peter had walked in on the two of them. Michael had panicked, and wanting to at least get the jump on the violence he assumed was coming, decided to start things. He’d attempted to push Peter out of the way and, when that hadn’t worked, he landed a punch square into his stomach. “It doesn’t matter whether you would harm him or not, buddy,” David reasoned, “The point is, you could. My guess is he was afraid he’d pushed you that far.” “But if he was scared of that… Why punch me? Wouldn’t the last thing he’d want to do be to start a fight?” Peter asked. It was the first time he’d ever been punched. “Fight or flight,” David explains, “It’s like, some lizard part of your brain leftover from evolution or something. Sorry, I didn’t do too well in biology, but the fact of it is true. When most people are faced with something that scares them, they go one way or the other. They try to run from what frightens them, or they try to fight it.” “Oh,” Peter says, studying his feet again. “Do you think his hand is going to be alright?” David grimaced. He’d seen the kid being put into the back of the ambulance, and it looked like the morphine was barely touching the sides. He didn’t know how the kid was holding his fist when he struck against Peter’s abs, but he was fairly certain Micahel wasn’t expecting to meet all the resistance of a concrete slab. He also knew that fingers weren’t supposed to point that way. “I’m sure they’ll see him right,” David says, non-committedly, “Just focus on yourself, now, okay? People are probably going to want to talk to you again. All you have to do is tell the truth. You did nothing wrong, okay?” Peter nods, and the two brothers sit in silence again, until. “What about other people?” Peter asks. “I’m sorry?” “Before - you said that, when faced with something scary, most people either run or fight. What about the other people? What do they do?” --- The air is cool but not cold; a blessing in disguise, because Peter is significantly less dressed now than when he had left the house earlier that night. The arms had disappeared back in the club, torn to shreds, but the shirt was compromised in other ways. It was now, to all intents, a crop top, showing off the fist-sized cobblestones of his abs, and it was fraying over his shoulders. His pants, too, were splitting along the seams, and given the tightness he was experiencing - especially around his already tightly-packed crotch - he had fears as to how long they would hold out. The freshly bared sides of his legs pointed down to his equally naked feet, which he gingerly pads along the pavement with. It’s an unusual feeling, but fortunately, there doesn’t appear to be any debris underfoot - of course, it’s dark, and Peter doesn’t realise that while there is plenty of it, he simply doesn’t even notice its presence. But Sean does. Sean smirks as he leads the way - he had held up his hand to drag the giant along, but the size difference between them now just makes it awkward. Either Peter would need to stoop down low, or Sean would need to twist his arm up, but still aligning it backwards - he settles instead to simply walk in front, occasionally stealing glimpses back at the humongous man. The rest of the time, he simply watches the faces of those he passes. Peter was more than used to getting stares from people out in public, to the point that he barely even noticed it any more - but it was nothing like this. The jaws of every single person they pass drops to the floor, eyes bulging as they stare unabashedly at the titanic man, hulking out of his clothes in the middle of the street. There’s no subtle whispering or pointing, no double-takes - he is the undivided centre of attention for literally everyone who is out that night, and he blushes at the thought. That, and occasionally…. -zip- He grows a little more. Eventually, Sean leads him away from the busier, brightly lit streets that are full of clubs and club-goers. They wind away through more secluded neighbourhoods, to the very edge of the town centre. Peter is somewhat puzzled as to where he was being led - he had hoped it wasn’t Sean’s home, sincerely doubting how well he’d fit in any ordinary building any more, but he doubted this was the case. The area is clearly not residential, and he couldn’t imagine the stylish little man living somewhere like this. “We’re here - hold on outside for a second.” He comes to a stop in what looks like a row of old warehouses, a set of four, roller-shutters marking the front of the building. A small door to the right - which Peter, after a moment’s adjustment of his thoughts realises is a perfectly normal sized door - is illuminated by a security light above it, green paint peeling away. There’s a small sign next to it that says “Leroy’s”, but no other indication as to what this place is. Sean fiddles with the lock for a moment then disappears inside. Peter is once again left alone, and he stares at the doorway doubtfully. He was used to ducking through doorways, but there was a difference between that and literally folding himself through. It was hard to tell from this distance, but he was fairly certain he was wider than the thing for a start. Was this his life now? Just how much would have to change? BZZT He’s shaken from this thought as he jumps at the sudden sound and movement to his left, and one of the shutters slowly makes its way up. Light spills out, and he lifts his arm to shield his eyes before they can adjust to it. What he sees is a little unexpected - aside from the grinning face of Sean somewhere around torso level, he sees mats, weights, ropes and - dominating the back of the space - a huge boxing ring. He appears to have been brought to a gym, for some reason, for the second time in his life. He looks down at Sean. “You box?” He asks incredulously. “Pfft, no. But I know a guy who does.” He responds. “And you have the key?” “Yep.” “And he’s okay with you using it?” “Yep” “Why?” “Just in case. Are you planning on quizzing me all night or are you going to come in? I’m starting to get cold.” Sean demands impatiently. “Sorry,” Peter says, stepping in. There’s the faint smell of sweat and polish - it’s not actually that bad, but he’s still stuck on that last question. “Sorry - just in case of what, exactly? Just in case the guy you met at a bar just spontaneously got too big for normal doorways?” “Mhmm. Happens more often than you think,” he says with a wink. “Sit down over there, on the mat, will you?” “Was that a joke?” Peter asks. He was never that good at spotting them, but surely it had to be? People didn’t just spontaneously grow. Except apparently they did? He puzzles over the thought but does as he’s instructed, taking a seat on the mat, before he fully realises what he’s doing. “Um, why did you-” Sean doesn’t wait for him to answer. He’d wanted to do this since their lips locked back in the bar, and he wasn’t about to let Peter’s apparent inability to keep up delay things any longer. He rushes at Peter, stepping up onto his lap, his head just ever so slightly higher than the prone giant’s, wraps his arms around the big man's neck and dives in for the kiss. It’s long and it’s passionate, and it certainly stops Peter’s questions in their tracks. The room is silent except for the occasional smack of their lips against each other, gasps for air, and moans of enjoyment. Sean’s mind races with excitement - they were here. And this one was bigger than any of the others. Satisfied that he’d had his fill for now, he decided to move things along and - breaking the kiss for just a moment - he leans in close to Peter’s ear and whispers: “You’re so fucking huge!” -ZIP- He drops to Peter’s neck and starts planting kisses against the thick, musclebound titan but Peter barely notices. The growth this time is bigger than any of the other times it had come to him. He can feel the floor skid beneath him as his limbs elongate, shifting over more and more of the mat. Not to leave him looking scrawny or gangly, every muscle in his body swells outwards, pumping up without so much as a flex from the giant teenager. His pecs balloon forward, lifting his shirt still higher, now barely even a bra as the fabric frays and splits open. His arms grow larger, bigger than his own head now and, as Sean attempts to feel them he notices that the skin is not even dented by the smaller man's touch. They’re like warm steel, shifting and swelling under his touch. And that’s not the only thing. Sean had assumed he was standing on the giant’s leg, but this appears not to be the case. He feels it underneath his feet, swell up with the orgasmic feeling of growth, lazily destroying the confines of the denim that attempt to hold it, and apparently supporting the smaller man’s weight without a hint of discomfort from Peter. He had to see it. “Strip. Now!” Sean lets go of the larger man and jumps down, turning away and following his own command - never before had he shimmied out of his clothes so quickly, slowing only because his own erection got in the way - it was a nice 7 inches, but nothing compared to what he had just felt. Behind him he hears shifting and the occasional tear of fabric, and can only assume that Peter is doing as he is told. Boy was he. Sean turns around and his mouth drops. The giant is sitting again, now nude, every newly expanded muscle on display for him to see, a faint sheen of sweat coating the man. As he turns Sean is hit by the smell of him - not nasty, but raw. Sexual. Inviting. And overpowering years of caked-in gym smell. Not that Sean even notices. He’s transfixed at the pillar of manhood presented to him. At its base, a pair of truly gigantic balls sit heavily, draped in their loose sack on the mat itself. Each is easily bigger than his fist. Then above it, more than wrist thick and pointing straight to the heavens, criss-crossed with veins that pump and feed the colossal beast, is the biggest cock he’d ever dreamed of seeing. He takes a few reverent steps toward it - Christ, even while Peter is sat, it almost reaches his own crotch, putting his own smaller cock close enough for the two to compare. “That’s just - wow. How big are you normally, Pete..?” “10 inches,” The man rumbles, “I think it’s grown a bit though.” “You think?” He pushes his own penis down, the two glans pressing together as a river of pre begins to emerge from Peter’s monolith. The size of it - it must be more than twice as long as his own, and god alone knows how much thicker. It’s huge, unrivalled by anything he’d ever seen or even heard of. And it deserved attention. He drops to his knees, then prostrates himself on the floor, first moving to the heavy, fleshy sack at the base of the pillar. At first, he does nothing but breathe - savouring that mind-tingling musk that causes his own comparatively little erection to twitch and throb. His mouth salivates, and so he quenches his thirst, lavishing his tongue over every inch of wrinkled sack that he can manage. Each orb is far too large for him to fit inside his mouth, but that doesn’t stop him trying, endlessly sucking at them, kissing them, making them feel loved Above him, like distant earthquakes, come the hums of approval from his gigantic friend. Peter had never experienced anything like this before. Any attempt at sex thus far had led to half-hearted, fearful attempts or flat-out refusal. But here he was, bigger than ever, and this tiny man has thrown himself at him with abandon. He watches as, satisfied with his work down below, Sean makes his way slowly up his shaft. He doesn’t rush the job, coating every finger-thick vein with his tongue, hoisting himself up with his hands; the incredible prick doesn’t flex so much as a millimetre. Eventually he climbs to the very peak of it, kissing and languishing his tongue over the exposed head, nibbling at the foreskin stretched out below it, lapping up the pre that flows seemingly endlessly. But as Sean prepares to go further, Peter begins to feel uncomfortable. “Wait-” he says, and Sean looks up at him; he’s unable to ignore the command, but his eyes are desperate to proceed. He looks in pain to be stopped so suddenly, “Sorry, I - I don’t want to hurt you…” Sean’s heart melts, as his expression widens into a knowing smile, “Oh, baby - you can’t hurt me. That’s not how this works.” Without another word, he dives forward, devouring the fist-sized head in a single gulp; but it doesn’t stop there. Moving back just an inch or so, he moves forward again, more and more cock disappearing into his hungry maw with each movement. The gulping sound of this self-imposed throat fuck just makes Peter harder - he’d never experienced anything like this before. Sean continues lower and lower, lips stretching taut around Peter’s fleshy pole, but eventually his pace slows to a glacial crawl and then stops. Try as he might, the last six inches or so of this colossal cock remain off-limits; but that won’t do at all. Despite the struggle it took to get down there, removing himself is one swift movement, releasing the monster from his mouth with a gasp for air, and a line of pre still connecting them. “You can’t hurt me,” he says, swallowing between breaths, “So I need you to help me. Push.” “Sean, I really don’t-” “I’m very used to getting my own way,” he takes one of Peter’s massive hands and gently tugs at it, lifting it towards my head, “If it gets too much, I’ll slap you and you can stop. But until then… I need you to use me.” To stop any further protest, he once again returns to throating the monster. Despite years of experience with the biggest the world had to offer, he’d never quite experienced anything like this. He’d be in way over his head, if it wasn’t for his disposition. But he wasn’t. He’d never felt so full before, and he’d rarely experienced so much pleasure from fucking someone - and all he was doing was giving a blowjob. It takes him less time to get to the same stopping point as before, now that his throat is warmed up. Peter’s hand rests on the back of his head, palming it entirely, but there’s no real push. Sean looks up at him, his mouth stuffed, fixing him with an angry glare, daring him to go further. Peter is conflicted. This was too much for anyone. And yet… Sean was already taking more than he would ever have thought possible. He shrugs, and with one irresistible pull, forces his dick down Sean’s throat until the little man’s nose is pressed against his pubes. The effect is immediate. Sean’s eyes roll into the back of his head and his entire body begins spasming, legs falling from under him, then scrambling back up for purchase. Peter panics for a moment - had he done too much? Had he hurt the poor man? Then he feels something wet, dripping in intervals against his leg. He leans to the side and he sees Sean’s dick - so small compared to what he was used to, and miniscule compared to what he now possessed - bucking wildly. He’s cumming. “You really like this?” he intones, eyebrow raised as he catches the impaled man’s eyes. Sean can’t respond - he can barely even nod around the length of dick inside his body, but Peter feels the attempt. “Well in that case, you’ll love this!” He forces Sean’s head further up his shaft, exposing a foot of spit-slick flesh, then slams him back down. Then again. And again. And again, building up pace until he’s fucking the little man’s throat like a fleshlight. He keeps it up - his hand certainly never felt this good, and as a smaller, more watery sprinkle of jizz hits his leg again, he reasoned Sean felt much the same. Fuck. The thought hits him. He’d just made a guy cum - twice - by fucking their face. -Zip- And it comes again, that rush of pleasure and change. Sean squeals as, even as he’s held to the titan’s crotch, he feels the dick inside him reaching deeper, stretching him tighter. But at least he’s still capable of thought - the same can’t be said for Peter. He roars with the sensation of it, the gorgeous feeling of growing now compounded with the physical pleasure of oral sex, and he loses it. His balls clench, and an ungodly volley of cum spurts out, hot, in the base of Sean’s belly. Again and again it comes as he lets go of the little guy's head, flexing his arms as he revels in this transformation. Sean desperately moves away, once more releasing the massive cock head from his mouth, but now letting an ocean of spunk spill forth as he does so. It’s thick, goopey and delicious and he savours the taste of it in his mouth, even as he sprawls backwards onto the floor, feeling his slightly-bulged belly and watching yet more jizz blast out of the giant’s cock. He watches as Peter begins to rise. The only reason left to the big man now demands that he enjoy this growth, and he lifts himself to his feet - still lost in the power of his orgasm - watching as the room shrinks around him. Another volley, and yet another surges forth from his even more absurd cock, plastering the far wall with such pressure that the noise can be heard even over his own moans of contentment. He’s there for minutes, experiencing the most pleasurable moment of his life, before the flow finally starts to subside. The deluge becomes a trickle, and consciousness fully returns to the man. He flexes, looking down at his own arms and changed body, only the sound of heavy breathing and the drip of jizz from his still turgid member, filling the room. Then he shifts his attention to Sean, still lying down, looking up at him with awe on his face. “What the hell did you do to me?” Sean looks up. This had gone further than it ever had before, further than he’d ever thought possible. Peter had gone from a huge young man into a true monster, bigger than any human being should be, capable of destroying him without a single ounce of effort. The thought terrifies him in a primal way, every nerve ending in his body shaking, alarms sounding at the base of his spine. But he doesn’t run. He doesn’t try to fight it. Sean smiles. 40 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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