m/m Happy Birthday! (Updated 02/10/23)

[Sizemologist]

Commission I did for an anonymous user on Twitter. Dean is running late getting home to see his husband for their birthday, but forgets he still has to get a dessert. He stops at the first shop he see's and finds something that might not only save his butt from his husband, but also his marriage.

 

Part 1: 06/20

I ran across the sidewalk with my briefcase in hand. “Dammit, I’m so late.” I looked down at my phone, almost midnight. “I’m the worst husband ever.” I stumbled across many puddles and fell down in front of a lit up store front. I wiped some water off of my face as I sat up and looked at the bright neon sign. “The Sizemologist’s Caldron? I’ve never seen this here before,” musing to myself as I stood up. I looked at my phone and saw a text message light up across the screen.

“Are you at least bringing ?” shined a text from a user named ‘Big Daddy’.

“Cake? Cake! Shit, shit, shit! I forgot the cake!” I yelled as I wrapped my hands around my head. “Fuck, what am I gonna do?” I looked around and then back at my sizable butt in my work pants. “No, I did that last year. He deserves better for such a day.” I brought my phone down and looked into the windows of the dimly lit storefront. A light emitted from the very back of the store and I had to press my face up against the glass to see anything inside. My eyes scanned around the room until they focused in on a sign. ‘Eat Me & Drink Me’ read the sign and a smile grew across my face. 

“Hello! Hello!” I knocked on the window and saw some shadows move in the background. “I’m sorry! I know it’s late! I was just wondering if I could bother you to buy some sort of dessert? A cake perhaps?” I saw the outline of a very large man coming towards me. His silhouette seemed to only grow bigger as he strode closer to me. Not only did he tower over me, he sported one of the biggest guts I’d ever seen. As a light flickered on, the man’s features were revealed. In an extremely tight blue t-shirt that had ‘The Sizemologist’s Emporium’ stretched across it. As he leaned his head down to reveal a small beard and a head full of bushy blonde hair, he opened the door.

“Sir, we’re open till Midnight, feel free to come in,” said the large man as he pulled the door open and stepped to the side.

“Oh, uh…thanks.” I walked in and continued brushing water off myself. “Sorry I didn’t think you were open. It’s just the lights were off and I didn’t see anyone inside.” I said as I entered the shop. The room looked so much more spacious than I expected on the outside. I had to sidestep the big belly bulging out in front of the big man as it threatened to push me over when the big man swung it around to head towards the back. 

“Yeah, that’s my bad. The lights in here are on motion sensors at night. And normally I get up to turn them on, but I might’ve dozed off after I polished off a few pieces of sourdough bread. Woof, I really did some damage,” said the shopkeep as he patted his big belly. The ripples cascading over the blue fabric of the t-shirt. 

“I see, well I saw the sign from outside “Eat Me & Drink Me” and I was hoping you’d have some sort of dessert. A cake preferably.” I said and started walking over to the section. 

“That’s my newest section. Opened it up just a couple weeks ago. I’m Sam by the way. The Sizemologist. I run this shop,” said the shopkeep.

I turned my head to see the big man smiling down at me. “Nice to meet you. I’m Dean,” I said and reached out to shake his hand.

“And about the cake, I actually just sold my last cake earlier today. It was to a lovely couple celebrating their anniversary. Awe, they’re gonna have a fun night,” mused the shopkeep as he waddled past me toward a bar built into the wall. “But I have plenty of other desserts and treats for you to select from.” He lifted up an opening in the bar and squeezed his love handles through the sides as best he could. He started putting out plenty of desserts and pastries as I took a seat in the stool in front of him. Cookies all labeled with ‘Eat Me’ on them, brownies that had colorful sprinkles on top, and many selections of bread were set in front of me. I could even smell some more treats cooking in the back. “Take your pick.”

“Wow, you’ve really got quite the selection here. It’s for my husband’s birthday. He loves cheesecake and I was really hoping to surprise him after I’ve been such a bad husband today.”

“Oh I bet you couldn’t be that bad of a husband. You are buying your husband a cake for his birthday. That’s something,” said Sam as his head disappeared under the bar where he started rummaging around below. 
 

“Yeah, but this’ll be the one good thing I’ve done for him today. I was supposed to have today off, but I got called into the office for some emergency meeting that turned into a lot of work and I kept getting hit with project after project and I couldn’t get away from any of it until now. Almost midnight and I’ve barely spent any time with him today.” I wracked my head and shook some water from my fluffy brown hair. 

“You’re certainly feeling guilty and stressed about it if you’re willing to reveal that to a random customer service worker you just met,” said Sam as he came from the bar with a glass and a clear liquid in a beer sized bottle.

“I’m sorry si-”

“Sam, just call me Sam.”

“I’m sorry Sam. I didn’t mean to put that all out on you. It’s just, my husband and I, we’ve been arguing a bit lately. And today just must feel like a punch in the gut to him.” I looked at Sam and he started putting ice in a shaker.

“It’s okay. I understand, and I’ve been there. Marital troubles can be tricky. What’s got you two arguing?” I saw Sam polishing off the glass and setting it down in front of me. 

“You know, I really should get going. I’m already late enough as it is. I can’t have a drink right now. Maybe another time,” I said and started getting up from my seat.

“Just stay and talk a moment. I promise it’ll be quick.” Sam grabbed a bottle cap opener and popped the top off. The smell from the beer hit me immediately and I froze in place.

“Wow, that smells really good. Maybe I can stay for just one drink,” I sat back down in my chair and I heaved my briefcase onto the bar stool next to me. Sam had a satisfied smirk on his face as he poured the liquid into the shaker.

“I thought this would change your tune. So, tell me, what’s the matter?” asked Sam as he started to shake up the drink.

“It’s complicated. My husband has been a bit self conscious about his body as of late. He’s been trying to work out and grow his muscles out, but has been getting minimal results at best. He started off at maybe 120 pounds and 5 foot 7 and has only gained 10 pounds in almost a year,” I said as Sam poured the drink into the glass. 

“Well you seem pretty fit, big guy.” said Sam nodding to my pecs that protruded from my white button down shirt. “Maybe you could give him some pointers in the gym?” He slid the drink over to me and popped open a bottle for himself and started drinking it straight from the bottle.

“That’s part of the problem. We started working out together. Before we got married, I was on the heavier side. And not in the muscly way I am now. I was fat. And just fat. No muscles. So we joined the gym together. He wanted to put on more size and I just wanted to reform my fat into muscle. I’ve succeeded so far, but he’s been not so successful.” I reached down to take a sip of my drink and my eyes nearly bulged out of my head. “Mmm this stuff is incredible! What is it?”

“Made with a special rubber plant from South America, I call it “Stretchy Cider”,” said Sam as he took a swig of his own drink. “As for your husband, you shouldn’t feel guilty just because you have been seeing improvements and he hasn’t. That isn’t fair to your goals’ importance.”

“I mean, sure. It’s just that I know we’ve both wanted this for a long time. We bonded a lot over fitness and wanting to grow bigger before we even committed to the gym. And we’re both sorta size queens so that plays a factor into this too. I know he wants to be a massive man with muscles all over his body and he knows I want that for him too. He just puts so much pressure on himself and I hate to see him do it. And I hate being one of the causes of it too,” I said as I took another sip of my drink. Sam gave me a morose look and put his hand on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry Dean. That does not sound like a fun environment to be living in.” I hung my head and let out a long sigh.

“It is a bit of a toxic web we’ve sown as a foundation for our relationship. And that’s only half of it. He’s been really wanting to have kids lately. And I get it. He’s turning 40. He’s not getting any younger. But we can’t get our finances together to get a kid since it costs so much to have a single child as a gay couple. Let alone the cost to raise one. I bet with our salaries, we could have tons of kids. We’re just gay men so we can’t afford to have kids in the first place.”

“I see. Well Dean, it’s your lucky day. I think I have a great birthday gift from you to your husband. Be right back.” Sam did a quick about face, leaving his fat body wiggling for a second or two after, and walked through a door to what I assumed was the back. I looked down at my phone and it read 11:55p.m.

“Shit Connor is gonna kill me,” I said through gritted teeth as I brought the drink up to my lips and started chugging the whole thing.

“I’ve got just the thing for you. Here’s this muffin I have. It’s for a special promotion I’m doing this week. This is a muffin that helps people be the biggest person in any room,” said Sam as he placed a red velvet muffin down right in front of me with star shaped sprinkles on top.

“I don’t know, a muffin on his birthday? That doesn’t sound like the best thing to bring home to a probably very upset husband,” I said as I looked down at the muffin. Sam brought a sparkling, extravagant yellow birthday candle out and pushed it into the top.

“This’ll help set the mood. Trust me, he’ll love it.,” said Sam as he started getting a bag out for it.

“Alright, I guess I’ll take it. It’s not like I have many other options,” I said and reached for my wallet. “How much for the muffin and the drink?”

“Just $5 for the muffin and the drink is on the house. Just come and thank me after you have your kids.” Sam winked at me and slid the bag forward.

“Thank you Sam. You are too kind. I hope this works.” I pulled a $5 bill out of my wallet and grabbed the bag and my briefcase. “Sorry to keep this short, but I’ve gotta run. Thanks again!” I darted towards the door and Sam waved me off.

“Not a problem Dean! You two have fun tomorrow!” yelled Sam as I walked out the door. I tilted my head at the tomorrow part, but kept running towards home. I looked down at my phone, 11:55 still.

“Damn, he said it would be quick, but I wasn’t thinking that.” I kept running until I got to our apartment building. I bursted through the doors and hit the up button to the elevator repeatedly. With a ding, the doors looked like they were moving at a snail’s pace to open up. I tapped my foot and hurried in the elevator just to stand and press the close door button repeatedly in hopes it would go faster. I went up floor by floor over what took an eternity. “Come on. Come on.” With another ding, the elevator started to open up into our apartment on the top floor. I emerged from the elevator to see a short man with his hands crossed across his chest.

“Finally home from work. And it’s not midnight yet. Congrats babe. You didn’t miss all of my birthday,” said the man as he walked away from me into the kitchen. 

“Connor, look I’m sorry. I didn’t think that this one meeting would take away our entire day!” I followed him into the kitchen until I stopped in my tracks as he swiveled on his feet to get up in my face despite his much shorter stature.

“Today was supposed to be our day. I wanted to spend a lovely birthday with my husband, but it was one thing after another, again. And I get pushed to the side for your career, again. Why would I think today would be any different than any other day,” said Connor as he stormed off through the house away from me.

“Please babe. I’m sorry. I just had to stay. I kept trying to get away, but they wouldn’t stop pulling me into meetings “I had to be in”.” I used my fingers to make air quotes around those words and followed him into our bedroom. “Connor, stop running from me. Can we just celebrate a little late? I did bring home a dessert for you.” I fumbled to set my briefcase down then tear open the bag Sam had given me. “I didn’t get anything for me, but I was thinking that could be part of my punishment.” Connor turned around and saw the birthday muffin I was holding.

“Is that a muffin? I think I’d prefer you just give me your ass instead.” I shrugged and then wrung my head.

“Connor, I’m so, so sorry. I’ve been the worst husband lately. And especially today of all days.” I walked past Connor and sat on the king sized bed in our bedroom. “I had forgotten to get you a cake and could only find this one little shop open and all they had left that you would have liked was this.” I sighed and set the muffin down on the bedside table. I could see in Connor’s face that his anger was slowly simmering down.

“You’re not the worst husband in the world,” he said as he sat down on the bed with me. “I just feel like our lives have been drifting in two different directions these past few months.” We both sat there in silence for what felt like an eternity.

“Yes, we are. But I don’t want us to be,” I reached for his hand and I could see tears welling up in his eyes.

“I don’t either. I just feel like sometimes I can’t even talk to you about it. Some days, despite living in the same apartment as you, I never see you. You’re always at the office, or at the gym, or when you’re home, you just go into your study and don’t come out all day playing your games.” Connor had a couple of tears running down his face as we continued to sit in silence. 

“I’m sorry. I’ve been so wrapped up in work. Ever since that promotion last year, I just can’t get away from the office sometimes.” I put my hand on Connor’s thigh and squeezed it.

“Why did you even take that promotion? You hated your job before you took it. And now it’s just gotten worse. And it’s not like we need the money. We live in a penthouse apartment in the city. While it is expensive, I make more than enough to cover it alone. That and just about all of our other living expenses. I just don’t understand why you do this job that I know you aren’t happy in.” Connor stopped his long winded question to me and I paused again.

“Because I thought you wanted kids, babe. I have been busting my ass so we could afford to have some kids,” I said and Connor gave me a weird look.

“Honey, we could have kids tomorrow if we want. At least start the process. Our savings account is filled with the child fund. You know this. You helped set it up with me. We even used the fund already and it’s grown the money back. This is something else.” I looked into Connor’s big brown eyes and my heart just melted.

“It’s because I’m afraid.”

“Afraid? Afraid of what honey.”

“Afraid that we had grown too far apart to come back together again. I didn’t want to come home and face the silence and coldness that I would’ve sat in with you.” I blurted out as I started to cry as well. It was Connor’s turn to think on my words. “I knew we had been growing apart and I didn’t want to face it. But now I see running from my problem only makes it even harder to deal with.”

“You took the job so you wouldn’t have to deal with me?” asked Connor.

“No. No! Not at all babe. It wasn’t to deal with you. I did it cause I thought that’s what I needed. To be thrown into my work. After trying and failing to have a child and going through the painstaking process of venting and paperwork of in vitro just to have no results was heartbreaking. I couldn’t handle it.” The tension in the room could be cut with a knife as I sobbed quietly into my hand.

“I understand that babe. After the surrogate failed to have any eggs that attached, I also was feeling broken. But I needed you. My husband. And you ran away to your terrible job.” Connor began to join me in crying.

“I’m so sorry Connor. I was being selfish with my reaction to the news. I was doing what I needed to do to protect my own feelings. And as your husband, I needed to be there for you too.”

“It’s okay. We each have our own coping mechanisms. I know that about us. This is just the first time it’s hit us so hard. I don’t think we could’ve prepared ourselves for this one,” said Connor as he put his hand on mine. “But I think we know what’s happening now. For the first time in over a year.” I cracked a smile amidst my tears and went in to hug Connor.

“We are. I don’t think we really talked about what we wanted to do going forward after failing to have a kid the first time. Do you think we could do it?”

“Dean, I have never had any doubt in my mind that when we become parents, we will raise beautiful children. However I do think that we need to have a lot more love in the home before we bring a child into it.” We looked into each other's eyes and hugged each other. We held each other and just breathed for a moment. We hadn’t had this much physical contact in months.

“Same to you Connor. You’re gonna make a wonderful dad.” I pushed his body away to kiss him and it was like fireworks went off. This was the first time I had felt something around him in months. “I do hope we’ve begun to rekindle that love today.”

“I think so. We’re definitely headed in the right direction.” Connor leaned back in and we shared a passionate kiss. I felt his hand pressing into my chest and he gripped my pecs. “And I don’t think we’ve done anything with your new body since we’ve started working out.” 

“Yeah and we haven’t done anything with yours either big daddy,” I smiled and kissed Connor back only to feel him lose steam part of the way through.

“Uh huh, like I have any progress to show,” said Connor as he kept massaging my pecs over my shirt.

“But you have babe. You’ve slimmed up since working out and now you’re starting to put on more muscle,” I went to grab at his chest but he flinched when I did. “Babe, I just spilled my guts about my tough feelings. Maybe tonight we just get all of our feelings out in the open.”

“What feelings? I’m fine, babe. We were just about to have sex for the first time in forever. I’m great!” Connor started to kiss me violently and pounced onto me. Forcing me to lean back on our bed with him on top.

“Hun, you’re talking to the king of not talking about things that bother me.” He broke the kiss and rolled off me. “Spill it babe.” Connor looked at me as we both lay on the bed together.

“I can’t get big. I can’t be the big man of my dreams and I definitely can’t be the big man of your dreams.”

“Okay, what do you mean by that?”

“The gym isn’t working to get me bigger.”

“And I don’t have a problem with that. Everyone’s bodies are different and gain size in different ways.”

“Oh Dean, stop beating around the bush. The entirety of our relationship was based off of our shared love for growth. You remember all of the role playing we did back in the day. Do you remember that one where you were the sweet scientist and me, your science experiment that got huge. I wanted that for you.” Connor sat up and put his elbows on his knees and head on his hands. I followed suit soon after.

“Connor, those were fantasies. And while they were hot at the time of doing them, I don’t really care about them now. And I definitely never expected you to get THAT big. Babe at one point we said you were over 100 feet tall and many tons of muscle. No one has even come close to that big before.”

“I know, but maybe if I thought that maybe if I did get bigger, it would help us rekindle that spark.” I brought my arm around him and pulled him in close to me.

“Well after tonight I hope you can put that idea out of your head since we might not be past our differences, but we are on the road to recovery.” I leaned in and kissed the short man. We sat on the bed in silence for a long time. Just me holding Connor in my arms. “I did however mention to the guy that sold me the muffin that you were having some issues in the gym and he assured me that the muffin makes men feel like they’re the biggest one in the room.”

“What does that even mean? And you were talking to a random baker about that?”

“I don’t know. I assumed it had a bunch of calories in it or something. But yeah. I did kinda vent to him for a sec cause I felt so guilty about how bad of a husband I was being.” I stand up and open up a drawer in the night stand to reveal a lighter.

“At this point I’ll try anything to make me grow,” said Connor as he got up and stood beside me. “But that cupcake is so small, what are you going to eat?” 

“Think of it as a punishment to myself for being so late and forgetting to pick up a cake today.” I started to light the candle that was on top of the muffin and presented it to Connor. “Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Connor, Happy Birthday to You.” Connor gave me a cheesy smile and blew out the candle. 

“Thanks babe. Despite all of the drama I couldn’t have wished for a better 40th birthday,” said Connor as he started eating the muffin.

“Feliz cumpleaños mi amor. Did you make a wish?”

“Of course. I always make a wish. You can’t not make a wish. But I’m not gonna tell you.” Connor continued to eat his muffin and was delighted by how good it tasted.

“You don’t need to tell me until it comes true.”

“Well then I can tell you what I wished for last year?”

“What?”

“You.” I smiled at Connor and leaned down to give him a big kiss.

“I’m glad I granted your wish then. I just hope I can grant this one for you too.” We kissed a couple more times before we sat down on the bed. We began to make out, small moans escaping our lips as we did.

“You definitely can babe. But actually,” Connor paused our kiss and let out a long yawn, “I’m feeling really tired all of a sudden. Think maybe we can pick this up in the morning?” Connor began to lie back in bed onto his pillow and tapped the one beside it.

“Sure babe. Screw work if they call me in. I’m gonna spend tomorrow with my husband.” I climbed over to my side of the bed and got under the covers with Connor. 

“Thank you Dean. I would love that as a birthday present. As well as snuggling with you tonight,” said Connor as he wrapped his arms around my body as I faced the opposite way. “Goodnight Dean.”

“Goodnight Connor.”

 

[Dezman]

Oh here we go. Anything with Stretchy Cider promises to be fun.

[RealIn2Growth]

Looking forward to seeing where this is going!!

[Bigger]

Can’t wait to read more of this!

[Sizemologist]

1 hour ago, Dezman said:

Oh here we go. Anything with Stretchy Cider promises to be fun.

Plenty of fun

[Sizemologist]

55 minutes ago, Bigger said:

Can’t wait to read more of this!

1 hour ago, RealIn2Growth said:

Looking forward to seeing where this is going!!

It’s gonna be great once the real growth kicks in

[citizenies]

Need more to this

[Sizemologist]

Part 2: 06/21

My body stirred in bed as light shined against my eyelids. My brain was still foggy from my slumber, but I stirred a bit as I tried to stretch my body in bed. It was a bit difficult with Connor’s arms wrapped around me, but I straightened my legs into Connor’s and yawned. I groaned as my eyes peeled open and the light made me squint. Blinking a few times to adjust to the light, I looked to my right and saw Connor still happily dozing. 

I shuttered a bit as a coldness hit my spine then I felt a big cock head pushing into the bottom of my back. “You must be having some dream big guy.” One thing I haven’t mentioned yet is that while Connor is significantly shorter than me and not as buff as me, he is one of the most hung men I’ve ever met. He has a 6 inch long soft dick and a whopping 9 inch long hard dick. There was a reason I called him Big Daddy.

“It was about you,” replied Connor with his eyes still closed. He yawned and opened his eyes with a smile. “Good morning, handsome.”

“Morning,” I leaned back and gave Connor a kiss on the lips, “stud.” I smiled and he kissed me back. “Did you sleep well?”

“This was the best sleep I’ve had in a long time Dean.” Connor wrapped his arms tight around my torso and squeezed me into his body. “I missed you.” He smiled and started kissing my face over and over and over again. 

“I missed you too.” I snuggled back into his grasp and he held me close to him as I turned my head back. I reached my arm up and interlocked my fingers with one of the arms wrapped around my chest. “So Connor, my excellent husband, what do you feel like doing today on your belated birthday celebration?” 

“Can’t we just stay here? I like this.” He kissed me on the back of my neck and I let out a soft moan as he continued. “Or maybe we could do something else?” He kept kissing my neck as his hands started rubbing my chest. 

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that. Maybe one of your gifts today can be my ass?” I arched my back and my hips grinded backwards against Connor’s cock as it twitched. 

“You did interrupt my dream when you were stretching. This only seems fair.” Connor grinded his hips forward and I felt his cock roll up my back. “And I still never got my cake.” He let go of my hand and I could feel him fishing around for his cock against my back.

“If I hadn’t found the shop that I got the muffin at, my ass was my next option for when I got home.” He felt his way to my ass and started to tease my hole with his finger. “But I didn’t think you’d want that again for the 4th year in a row.” 

“I’ll always love this ass. You can give it to me anytime you want, babe.”  He pushed the full head of his cock in and a moan escaped my mouth. “Dean! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Connor immediately tried pulling out but I flexed my ass cheeks and kept him inside.

“It’s fine. Babe really. It’s okay. It’s just been a while since I’ve had all of Big Daddy inside of me.” I took a deep breath and adjusted to the massive head inside me.

“I’ll take it as slow as you need me to, Dean.” Connor tenderly started kissing me on my neck and my body shivered as my own morning wood started to come to life. Connor started to slowly push his cock into me. Taking it inch by inch and giving me multiple opportunities to adjust. “Let me know if I should stop.”

“Don’t, keep going,” I said through gritted teeth. I pushed my hips back and started to make his cock go deeper inside me. Another moan escaped my mouth as half of Connor’s cock was swallowed up by my ass.

“Are you sure? We haven’t had sex in a long time.” Connor pulled his hips back from me a little bit as I tried to keep him inside me.

“Exactly. It has been so long since I’ve gotten fucked by you. I miss it so much babe. Not to be needy during your birthday celebration, but can you just fuck me? Hard?” I asked and I looked back at him. He smiled at me then leaned his head into mine and we shared a passionate kiss.

“I love you so much.” He quickly grabbed my hips and slammed the rest of his cock into me so hard that the clapping of my ass cheeks could be heard by our neighbors. I moaned out so loud that it echoed through our penthouse. “If this is you being needy then please Dean, be as needy as you want.” I felt his hips pull back and his cock pull out of me just to feel it slammed back into me with full force.

“FUUUUUUUCK!” I moaned and grabbed the sheets of our bed. My cock was on fire right now and I hadn’t even touched it yet. Connor got into a rhythm with his thrusts and I could feel his big balls slapping against my ass. His massive cock hitting areas of my ass that had practically been untouched for so long.

“God I missed you. I missed you more than you could ever know Dean.” Connor’s hips started to buck faster and his cock was twitching aggressively inside me. 

“I missed you too Connor. I forgot how good it feels to fall asleep in someone’s arms.” I cry out more as my cock is leaking pre all over the sheets. “I’m so glad I have my big daddy back. I don’t ever want to leave him again.” I held on tightly to the covers as my cock started shooting cum all over my half of the bed. 

“I love you Dean.” Connor thrusted one last time into me and held himself against my back as he started cumming in me. I was shocked at how much cum he had stored in his dick. He fired shot after shot after shot into my ass. It almost felt never ending. After shooting a couple dozen shots of cum in my ass, his load sputtered out into nothing and his body relaxed onto mine. We were both panting heavily after our intense orgasms for a few minutes until Connor broke the silence. “That's the best sex we’ve had in years.”

“It was. I didn’t even touch my dick and I came all over the bed.” He released his grip on my hips and returned to wrapping his arms around me again.

“And I don’t think I’ve came like that in a long time either.” I give him a puzzled look.

“I don’t think you’ve came like that ever. Connor I actually feel bloated from how much cum is in my ass right now.” I put my hand down to my stomach and my abs feel even more invisible under my fat. 

“Well, think of it as a year's worth of pent up cum all at once.” Connor kissed me on the back of my head and laid his head against my shoulder. His hands ran down my torso to my belly where he tenderly rubbed it.

“Uh Connor? Not to be even more needy, but I, and the sheets, are covered in cum. Can I put these in the washer and go take a shower?” I raise the covers and see the damage I did to our bed and it’s everywhere.

“Oh yeah! Of course babe.” Connor pulled his dick out of me and I didn’t feel the usual wave of cum that followed it. “Actually, why don’t you go get in the shower, I’ll put these in the wash, then I’ll come and join you?” asked Connor as he pulled off the covers.

“That sounds lovely.” I sat up and kissed him. Trying to avoid the cum splatter I made on the bed as much as possible. “I’ll be waiting for you, big daddy.” I smirked then swayed my hips from side to side as I left the room. 

Connor stared at me walking away as he started to strip the bed and carry the sheets towards the laundry room. I got into our master bath and turned on our big shower. I let the water heat up as I brushed my teeth and wiped some of the cum off my torso. After waiting for the water to get steamy, I stepped inside and started to wash all the cum off of me. While washing my hair, I didn’t hear Connor slip into the shower behind me. I jumped a bit when he pressed his body up against mine. “How big was the mess we made?” asked Connor as he hugged me from behind and helped scrub cum off my belly.

“Not as bad as I thought it would be. Seems I was the only one who actually made a mess. Your cum just stayed inside me.” We looked down and saw my bloated midsection in the shower and his dick twitched again. 

“I did all of that? Wow, I really was pent up then if I gave you this belly.” Connor reached his hand down and rubbed my belly and I could actually feel some of the cum sloshing around inside.

“Babe, I’ve always had a little belly. But you might’ve made it a little bit bigger.” I turned around and leaned forward to kiss Connor, but something felt…different. I broke off the kiss and looked at Connor for a second giving him a puzzled look.

“What? Is there cum in my hair?” asked Connor as he put his head under the shower.

“No, just something looks different about you.” I stepped back in the shower and examined Connor’s body. “Are you taller? I hadn’t noticed until we kissed and I didn’t have to crane my neck down as far as I normally do.”

“Taller? What, are you trying to get me going again? Want me to pretend to be your big daddy growing taller than the house?” asked Connor as he flexed his muscles. I examined them closely as the water bounced off of them. His normal slightly toned body looked bigger too. Connor had had a swimmer’s body ever since we had started working out, but now he looked more toned and fuller.

“No Connor, I’m not trying to be sexy right now. I’ve been having to crane my neck down the same way for years to give you a kiss. I can recognize the difference.” Connor raised his eyebrows as he walked up closer to me. Normally the top of his head only came up to my neck, but now his eye level was at my neck. 

“What? I’m taller? How could this happen?” Connor examined his body and ran his hands across his muscles. “And these are bigger. I’m bigger!” The confusion in Connor’s voice was quickly replaced by excitement as he groped himself and admired how big he was.

“I…I…I don’t know what to say.” I stood there in the shower as Connor kept exploring the new bumps and bulges in his muscles. “Is it possible to have a growth spurt at 40 years old?” I asked as my face was still one of concern.

“Maybe when that 40 year old’s husband gets him a muffin that will make him “the biggest man in the room”?” Connor smiled and walked over to me to give me another kiss. 

“You think that’s what it is?” I grabbed at his muscles and they actually felt meaty in my hand. He grabbed my hand and put it on his pecs as he flexed. They were thick and actually had some heft to grab onto. 

“What else could it be? We’ve been going to the gym for months now and I’ve had no success whatsoever, but you bring home this muffin and it’s done more for me in one night than the gym did for me in a year.” Connor was beaming with happiness as he kissed me over and over and over again. “This is the best gift I could’ve ever gotten! I have the best husband ever.” He kept kissing me as I was still examining his body. 

“Well that’s a big difference from 10 hours ago when you didn’t want to see me at all.” I chuckled and returned his kisses. “I’ll have to run by that shop again and see if he has any more muffins to give to my big daddy.” It was my turn to let my hands poke and prod Connor’s new body. His string bean biceps had grown to the size of baseballs. I wrapped my arms around him and felt the rippling muscles across his back. He had definitely gotten a wider frame too from the muffin.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that. If one muffin got me this big, what would happen if you got me a whole basket of them?” I smiled and we shared another kiss. We held it for a long time as the water washed all over our bodies. 

“I’d buy you as many muffins as you can eat if it means getting you bigger.” I felt a nudge against my under belly and I knew what might happen next. “Ready for round 2 already?” 

“Not yet. I really wanna let this load build so I can see how much bigger I can make your belly next time.” Connor reached forward and rubbed my stomach. Occasionally squeezing his big cock.

“You got it. Whatever the birthday boy wants.” I smiled and reached down to feel his dick. Getting it in my hand, my fingers were barely able to close around it. I raised my eyebrow and looked down. “Um babe, I think I know why you felt so tight in me this morning.” Connor’s eyes grew wide as he looked down with me at his dick. 

“That grew bigger too?!?!” Connor was practically yelling with excitement as he played with his big cock. I took a step back and looked down at Connor’s massive hard on. It was hard to say since Connor was already so big to start, but I thought his dick did look like it was resting  higher up on his abs than it usually was. 

“Guess you actually are bigger than I remembered.” I looked down and got a good look at Connor’s balls and they had also grown bigger. They looked more swollen and engorged than they were before, but that might just have been the growing cum load.

“I am.” Connor was practically giddy as I pressed my body into his and we shared another kiss. “And as my next belated birthday activity, I’d like to know exactly how much bigger I am now.”

“I can make that happen. I’m just about done washing off so why don’t I get breakfast started, since a big man like you needs fuel for getting bigger, and I’ll get the tape measure for us to measure you later.” I kissed him and let the water pour down my face as I stepped out of the shower. 

“I love you,” said Connor as he gave my ass a slap as I left him in the shower. I grabbed a towel and started drying myself off.

“I love you too.” I walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to get breakfast started. I went to our random cabinet in the kitchen and pulled out the tape measure and put it on the counter. I started getting pans and bowls out as well as all of the ingredients I’d need. 

“What’s my little chef cooking for me today?” asked Connor as he sauntered into the room. His soft dick slapping his thighs as he walked over to the counter and peered down at all the things I had gotten out. “Hmm eggs? Bacon? Sausage? Waffles? You’re making me all my favorites.”

“Considering I had bought all of this for yesterday when I was supposed to be cooking you your birthday breakfast, it’s only fitting that we have your birthday breakfast on your belated birthday celebration.” I leaned back and gave Connor a quick peck on the lips before firing up the burners. 

“Well I’m happy that I get to enjoy it. Even if it’s not on the right day,” said Connor as he gave my ass a firm slap. “Oooooo you got the tape measure! I brought the scale from the bathroom to get my weight too so we can see how much muscle I’ve gained! Hey, hey, hey Dean, look at this.” Connor grabbed my shoulder and pulled me so I could see him puff out his chest then flex his pecs. “I’ve never been able to pop my pecs before!” 

Connor looked like a kid coming down the stairs on Christmas flexing his newly grown muscles. I just smiled and grabbed his face and kissed him. “You’re so cute when you talk about your size.” I smile as we press our foreheads together then I go back to cooking.

“I can’t help it. I’ve been wanting to get big for soooooo long. I mean I never thought this would ever be possible!” Connor hit a double bicep pose as I set some bacon on a hot pan. 

“I know, big guy. But have you thought at all about how you got bigger?”

“It was your muffin. The one you bought from the store you were at last night. It grew me bigger over night. We discussed this babe.”

“Yes I know that, but how did it make you grow bigger? Like is this some kind of allergic reaction?”

“Oh hush. None of that.” He wrapped his arms around my waist again as I stirred the waffle batter. “I love you, but you can be a worry wart sometimes. Let’s just enjoy the fact that I’m bigger. Isn’t that enough?” 

“But what if this is abnormal growth like a tumor? Or like…synchronized tumors to make it look like they’re muscles.”

“Dean, what even is that?”

“I don’t know! But like you said I’m a worry wart. I want to make sure my big daddy is okay and not gonna blow up or something.” I pushed my ass back into him and I could already feel his dick had a little chub. 

“You’re the only one here that’s gonna make me blow,” said Connor with a wink. “But I know what you mean. You said you wanted to thank the guy who you bought the muffin from, right? How about we go down to that shop, you can thank him, I can meet him, you can learn if there are any negative side effects from the muffins, and I will buy out the rest of his stock of muffins.” Connor kissed my neck as I felt his cock press against my left butt cheek.

“I can agree to that. Do you want to go today?” I said as I poured waffle batter into the iron. 

“No, we can do that tomorrow. Today I want to enjoy my day with just my husband.” I press the batter into the iron and spin the bacon on the pan. “And we still have some measurements to take.” 

“Why don’t you weigh yourself now before you get absolutely stuffed from breakfast?” 

“That’s not a bad idea. I’ll do it before I do some serious damage to these abs.” Connor looked down and his abs tightened.

“If you think I have a bloated belly, just you wait. You’ll be round by the time breakfast is over.” I crack an egg and start frying it on a pan. 

“Just the way I like it,” said Connor as I smile and take the first plate of food to the table. 

“Dish number one, bacon. Or at least wave one.” I said as I winked at Connor.

“You know I’ll eat as much bacon as you put in front of me.”

“Babe, there aren’t enough pigs on the planet to satisfy your bacon needs.” I picked up a piece and took a bite of it. “I’ll be back with the next dish and wave two.” I turned on the ball of my feet and went back toward the kitchen. While I got back to cooking, Connor stood up on the scale. “And how much did you weigh before today?”

“125 pounds.” He stepped up onto the scale and looked down as the numbers blinked. I flipped a waffle out of the iron and put it on a plate as I started another. “I weigh 150 pounds!” yelled Connor. 

“150 pounds?!?! You gained 25 pounds overnight?” I was shocked and turned on at the same time as I looked at him caressing his muscles.

“I can’t believe it. This is awesome!” Connor jumped off the scale and ran towards me to tackle me with a hug. “Thank you for your gift.” He kissed me on my cheek and then ran back to the dining room to eat his bacon.

“You are very welcome babe. This is a gift we both get to enjoy.” I pick up another plate full of bacon and eggs to take to the table. “Wave number two of bacon and eggs in bound. Eat up, big daddy. A growing man needs his protein.” Connor wasted no time in shoveling the food into his mouth. Connor had never had a huge appetite, but now it seemed like he hadn’t eaten in days.

“Mmmmm this is all so delicious Dean. Thank you so much,” said Connor as he chomped on another slice of bacon.

“Only the best for my husband.” I was back to flipping, pouring, and stirring as Connor stuffed his face. I made many trips back and forth from the kitchen getting Connor food just as fast as he can inhale it. “I guess those muscles do need fuel.” I smiled and set the final plate of bacon down on the table as well as a small plate of everything for me I had off to the side. 

“Big guys need to eat big hun. Especially if I’m gonna ride this momentum of growth when I go to the gym. I’m gonna see how lifting will be now that I’ve gotten swole.” Connor grabbed at his hefty pec and squeezed it. Feeling the muscle harden into a rock in his hand then relax again. 

“I can’t wait. I’m sure with this boost, you’ll be seeing a lot more progress in the gym. Soon you’ll even be bigger than me.” I took a bite of my waffles and chuckled a bit. “Speaking of, I think it’s time we see how much bigger you got.” I pick up the tape measure and pull it tight.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Connor darted up from his chair and got his back up against the wall. “See how tall I am!” I smirked and got up from the table with the tape measure in hand.

“I have a guess of what you’ll probably be, but I wanna see if I’m right.” I went down to his feet and slipped one end of it under his foot. “Hold this for me.” I straightened my back and held the tape measure along the wall. “I was right. 5 foot 9 inches babe. You grew a whole 2 inches.” His face lit up again as I read the tape measure. 

“2 inches! I can’t believe it! I thought I was gonna be stuck at 5’7 forever.”  He held his arms up in a double bicep pose and turned so his arm was in my face. “Do my bicep next!” I snapped the tape measure up from under his foot and wrapped it around his bicep. 

“How much did they measure before your growth spurt?” He flexed his arm and was holding the peak while I positioned the tape.

“Don’t know. Never felt big enough to even measure.” I pulled the tape tight around his arm and read the number.

“12.5 inches. Wow, it’s like a softball’s stuffed in here.” I reached forward and squeezed it and it felt as hard as a rock. 

“It’s gonna be a volleyball soon.” Connor flexed again and the tape measure spread out in my hands.

“Make that 13 inches. An even baker’s dozen.” Connor jumped with joy as he put his arms down to his side. “Do my shoulders!” Connor was bouncing in his stance from how happy he was being bigger. 

I smirked and threw the tape measure around his back. “48 inches. Definitely bigger than before. I can tell you’ve gotten wider babe.” I grabbed his shoulders and squeezed the boulders.

“I’m just growing my husband some pillow pecs for him to sleep on.” Connor popped his pecs as I moved the tape measure down. “One day, I’ll be so big, I’ll be your whole bed.”

“I can't wait.” I put the tape measure against his big pecs and read. “33 inches. I’ll definitely be enjoying these pillows.” I fluttered my fingers onto Connor’s nipples and I saw him shudder with pleasure. “Let’s see what that waist is. What size pants have you been wearing these days?”

“A 28 in the waist. That hasn’t changed at all since going to the gym.”

“Well we’ll have to go clothes shopping since you now have a 32 inch waist.” I gave his supple bubble butt a slap as I let go of the tape.

“Tomorrow we’ll have to go out and get a whole new wardrobe that fits me. But I think we should get one more measurement before we go back to the bedroom.” Connor pushed his hips forward and jabbed his hard cock into my belly.

“Two more then I’ll take good care of you.” I released the tape measure from his waist and strapped it against his thick thighs. “I wanna see how big your other legs are before we get to your third leg.” I pulled the tape measure tight and I could feel Connor trying to flex his quads.

“I’ll need to learn how to properly flex now that I have muscles to flex with.” Connor slapped his other leg as I read the measurement. 

“26 inches babe. You do have some big legs.” 

“I’ve always been famous for my legs. Especially this one.” Connor swiveled his hips and slapped me in the face with his hardon. 

“I know, big guy. And now the moment we’ve all been waiting for.” I released the tape and put one end of it at the base of Connor’s cock. Running it up the shaft and to his head, I was shocked by the number. “Your dick is a foot long.” Connor was jumping with joy when I read the number off while I sat there in shock. “I had a foot long dick inside me, woah.”

“You’re damn right you did! My incredible husband!” Connor lifted me up off the ground and kissed me passionately. “And you took it like a pro. You actually were begging me for more.” He lifted me up off the ground honeymoon style and walked us back to our bedroom. 

“I know. And I still could’ve taken more.” I was still baffled by how big Connor had grown, but as we got to our bedroom, he threw me down on  the bed and towered over me.

“Then how about we start round 2?” 
 

[citizenies]

Thanks for a continuing  ~ 

Lets see how one muffin can change him more ~ 

[Sizemologist]

8 hours ago, citizenies said:

Thanks for a continuing  ~ 

Lets see how one muffin can change him more ~ 

You have no idea