Atlas Liquor's Muscle Mixer Part Two by F_R_Eaky

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Atlas Liquor's Muscle Mixer Part Two

by F_R_Eaky

 

Part One: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/8624-atlas-liquors-muscle-mixer-part-one-by-f_r_eaky/

 

"What are you doing?  Get off me!  It's Daan from the Atlas Liquor!"

 

Marcus was straddling Daan's torso as he lay sprawled out on the floor.  When he entered, after breaking into Marcus' hotel room, Marcus stuck one of his new exceedingly muscled legs out to trip him and send him to the floor.  Marcus then basically sat on him preventing him from rolling over to push himself up and stand again.  Had this been Bram, even with the new muscular torso and legs, it would've been easy to push Marcus off, but as Daan was almost a foot shorter and a lot weaker than his brother, Marcus' new weight posed a bit of a problem for him.

 

It was also a bit disconcerting to Daan that Marcus, in response to being told to get off of him, replied by staring at him and exclaiming the word, "food."  He wasn't sure what Marcus meant by it, but he was certainly sure he didn't like the tone.  Suddenly he discovered why.

 

Marcus rotated himself around managing to get his knees to rest on Daan's arms and his thighs and butt on Daan's torso.  Daan of course protested the new view that rose up in his face.

 

"What?  What are you doing!  Get your ass out of my face!"

 

By Marcus paid no attention.  In several jerk like motions, after grabbing the waistband of Daan's jeans, he pulled Daan's jeans past Daan's butt and to his thighs.

 

"Oh hell no!  You are not depantsing me!"

 

Daan struggled even harder now, but despite the fact of still having toothpicks for arms, Marcus had gained an incredible amount of muscle weight.  Enough weight that all Daan could do was rock Marcus at best.  He could, however fling his legs and raise his knees up to meet Marcus' head or face, but Marcus seemed unphased by all that action.  In a quicker motion than pulling the jeans down, Marcus had Daan's tighty whities pushed towards his thigh as well.

 

"W...what the f...fuck are you doing!"

 

With an utterance of the word, "Food," again, Marcus bent forward and wrapped his mouth around Daan's cock.

 

"HEY!  STOP  THAT!  I'M NOT EVE-EH EH heeeeen aaauuugh!..............gay........"

 

Marcus with one hand cupped Daan's balls and proceeded to take his thumb and rub them firmly yet gently.  The other hand went to support and squeeze the bottom of Daan's shaft while Marcus used his mouth and tongue to glide and massage the rest of the shaft and head of Daan's cock.

 

"Auuuuugh....ooooooooh..........."

 

Marcus it seems was good....really good at cock sucking.  Although his gag reflex was activated at first - well, when Daan's body overtook control from his mind and his prick sprang to full erection a surprising nine inches - Marcus very quickly adjusted and began to work hand, mouth, and tongue so well in their caress, massage, and suck, Daan felt as though his pecker was being made larger. 

 

It didn't take long before Daan was convulsing and blowing quite the decent load into  Marcus' mouth and gullet.  But was even more surprising was that within Marcus continued two more times.  The first he caressed and caressed, flicked and fondled, glided and stroked all over and around Daan's balls.  Daan when absolutely crazy over that, bucking and rocking his hips, attempting to get Marcus to stop as he felt both the caressing and the slow, yet fast, build up of another load inside his testies.  The third time Marcus' leaned forward pressing his  torso into Daan's cock and began to frot it, while his hands reached under and began to poke and prod Daan's hole.  This was something Daan had never experienced before and despite his protest and statements of being a completely straight heterosexual man, eventually went from worming and squirming to get free to bucking and flopping in another mind blowing orgasm.

 

This third orgasm hit Daan as powerfully as the first did.  All three were of such a magnitude it was as if he was a virgin and had the best, perfect length of time, massaged just right blow job or sex each and every single time.  Indeed feeling the rush so powerful  again for a third time in a row, Daan felt as though to make up for what had to be a lack of semen, his balls had sucked and shot through his rod his own blood!  Needless to say, even though he hadn't been in a fight, he lay pretty comatose on the floor, now completely unaware of his surroundings.

 

Marcus meanwhile having his hunger somewhat abated by sucking down three large loads from Daan, was turning his attention towards the booze again in order to get the semi salty-savory taste out of his mouth.  His hands reaching into the box to draw a bottle out like one draws a numbered ball out of a cage for bingo, he discovered the next winning number - Ellinikí Stíli's Ouzo.

 

If Marcus could have known what would happen to him, or understood what the company's name meant if translated, he would've found the situation amusing.  Translated into English the company's name would be Greek Column and that is exactly what was about to appear.

 

After sucking the contents of the bottle down, Marcus' neck began to throb and with each swallow began to thicken and expand.   The veins began to rise up to the surface, the chords of muscle began to pull tight, his neck began to swell ever larger, ever thicker.  Traps which rose mountain like threatening to pinch off Marcus' neck and head, now had to move and spread out sideways from one another as the neck took command and boldly announced it was here and it wasn't moving.  By the time the growth had stopped there was a huge marble column of muscle.  Marcus' neck had grown as wide as his own head, maybe just a titch smaller so to tell the skull from the neckline.  But this was one powerful neck.  A game of head butt might just send Marcus' skull through the skull of any opponent he faced.

 

Turning his head to crack his now formidable neck, Marcus decided he was still very thirsty and wanted to cut the licorice taste of the anise flavored ouzo.  His mind once again reminded him he was supposed to be saving most of the booze for a party if he happened to meet the right guys at the dating service events.  With that he started to look for some kind of single drink, the closest thing he found was Fionn Mac's Double Bi which contained one bottle of Fionn Mac's Irish Stout and one of  Fionn Mac's Phooka Pale Ale.  Marcus stared at the package, wondering why it came with two different bottles of beer instead of the same one, and then he remembered that is was so one could make two glasses of half and half - one part pale ale on the bottom and the other part dark stout on the top.

 

So, rather clumsily, Marcus reached across the bar for two tall glasses, popped the caps off the bottles, and proceeded to make two half and half drinks.  Once he did so, he downed them just as fast as he made them.

 

The last remnants of his shirt, the sleeves, would now give up the ghost and join their brothers in the death that was shredded, ripped, and torn fabric.  Upon finishing the second glass, any time Marcus moved his arms, his upper arms began to swell.  Moving here, raising there, lifting this, grabbing that, the ball that was the bicep and the mound that was the triceps began to fill out and grow at a tremendous rate.  The biceps became a tight little ball that grew to the size of a baseball, then to the size of grapefruit, then elongated somewhat and was like the size and shape of a football almost, but with peak, and a peak that upon the next surge of growth split in two.  It then swelled to bowling ball like proportions eventually coming to an almost, but not quite squared off look. 

 

Growing equally as full and as large as the biceps, the triceps began the inflation of the underside of the upper arm, achieving their own full mounds and peaks.  Swelling and growing forming that split mound, that grows into a horseshoe shape that grows further into crab's claw kind of shape, eventually growing into kind of an island with a lagoon.

 

As the biceps rose up and the triceps filled out down, Marcus' upper arms took on monstrous proportions so that one was pretty sure the arm was bigger round than Marcus' head.  The loose fabric that was being held by Marcus' delts and being pinned under the arm by his lats, now was stretched further and further, fuller and farther by the bulging, burgeoning, bi's and tri's.  In moments the cuff of the sleeves snapped, followed by a long, loud rip right up the sleeve, thus releasing the last of the shirt from Marcus' body.

 

Marcus' began to hold his stomach.  The hunger was rising and building up within him again.  He stumbled his way towards the mini-fridge and looked inside of it.  It would be expensive to eat these, but there were some snacks inside the fridge.  Chocolates and cheeses and nuts.  Nothing in huge quantities, but together might do in subsiding his hunger until the kitchen opens in the morning.  Grabbing the packages he ripped them all open and devoured their contents quickly and easily.

 

But now he needed something else to drink again.  No more bottles in here he stumbled back to the bedroom and found it almost impossible to get through the door.  His shoulders , chest, back, and lats had grown so wide, but it was almost still possible to get through a doorway straight on with them, but now he had these gargantuan new arms that made him even wider due to the lats pushing them so far up and out.  After several initial tries and much bruising to his body and the door frame, Marcus finally went through the doorway sideways and even that gave his nipples a thrill.

Having taken too long to get in Marcus now didn't care what he had to drink, just so long as it quenched his thirst.  Shoving his hand into the box he pulled out a bottle and had to laugh a little.  There on the bottle was a picture of a man, a sailor, who looked somewhat akin to Popeye.  He had the same bulging forearms as Popeye, but he was still built all over a little bigger and broader than Popeye.  He was dressed in a long, vertically striped shirt with a stocking cap.  Yet the most shocking thing about him was that he was nearly as big as the ship he stood upon.  Marcus read the title on the label: Stormalong's Beet Wine.  Marcus wasn't exactly sure who Stormalong was, but he didn't care and he popped the cork on the bottle and began to suck it down.

 

Once finished he began to rotate his hands and wrists this way and that.  He was flexing his forearm muscles as hard as he could.  Blueberry snakes began to wind and creep their way around Marcus' forearms, wrists, and hands and after they did so, his forearms began to swell.  With each thump of his pulse, with every flex of his arms, for all the twisting of his hands, his forearms would swell and grow, grow and inflate, becoming fuller, larger, thicker, harder, until they matched his calves in thickness and density.

 

Soon the two figures who came out of the TV appeared beside him again.  They were rubbing their hands all up and down his body, caressing every curve and cranny they could find.

 

"Oooooh Marcus.... come....come here and sit on the bed.  Should he not join us on the bed Caesar?"

 

"Yessssss.  Please, Marcus join us so that we may worship this fantastic and wonderful body of yours."

 

Wonderful body indeed.  All of Marcus' muscles had blown up beyond Herculean or Olympic size.  If he were to take to the competition stage right now, there would be no doubt who would win.  Marcus' size, density, strength, definition, and symmetry were completely unmatched by anyone in the world.  Although some of the his weight was due to bone growth in length and thickness, Marcus having grown to about six foot six inches tall from his original six foot one, the true increase in his weight was nothing but pure solid muscle.  If he got on a scale right now, it would zoom to somewhere around the five-hundred ten pound mark.

 

Marcus sat down upon the bed with one porn star there with him caresses and kissing his torso: shoulders, chest, neck, upper arms, back, while the other was kneeling on the floor kissing and massaging his feet, calves, thighs, abdomen.  Marcus moaned and began to caress his body with his own two hands feeling himself up, shuddering at the touch, marveling at how much muscle he cupped in his hands and the incredible weight of it all.

 

With that his cock began to grow stiff and hard and it pushed as the last clinging strips of fabric upon Marcus' body, the crotch and zipper of his jeans and underwear.  Creating a small tent, Marcus' prick served as the central pole, causing the fabric to rise off of the body revealing his pubes and his balls ever so slightly. The two porno men looked down upon it and smiled.

 

"Well, Caesar, it's nothing to write home about, but it is relatively decent for a bodybuilder like Marcus, wouldn't you say?"

 

"Yes... about what? Six maybe six and half inches.  Oh but look.... I think he's upset he's not quite as hung as we are.  It's alright Marcus.  We don't have a body as full, strong, and vi-RILE as yours!"

 

"Yes, don't look upset.  Enjoy yourself with us.  Have a drink of something and let us play."

 

"Something to drink..." Marcus thought.  Even though he was beginning to have the time of his life, being seduced and then hopefully fucked by these two green tinged, but sexy porn stars,  Marcus couldn't help but feel that tinge of hunger that was only cured by either eating something or drinking something.

 

Pulling the box towards him on the bed, Marcus reached in and grabbed another package, the one labeled. "3 to 1 Boiler Maker"  It contained one foot long bottle of Anaconda Ale and three individually packaged shots of Snake River Whiskey.  The idea was to make a boiler maker, a shot of whiskey dropped into a glass of ale.  But in this case the company gave one an option of making it regular or a little more potent.  Marcus didn't care about the potency, he just wanted to dowse his thirst.  So he poured the bottle of Anaconda Ale into a large glass and then proceeded to drop not one but all three shots into the glass.  Shaking the glass so the liquid contents had a chance to swirl, Marcus then proceeded to down the concoction.

 

He felt a warmth wash over him. It was at first as though a breeze from a warm, tropical beach cascaded over his face, but this then turned to a nice hot shower streaming down from on top of his head and running down his back and chest.  But then all the warmth began to gather in one spot, his groin, and that warmth was getting hotter and hotter, tingling and burning until it began to produce a pain in Marcus' nether regions and a fevered sweat across his brow.

 

"Oooooohh"

 

Marcus moaned as movement began to occur in his crotch.  The fabric began to swell even more and pull up even further and high from up off Marcus' groin.  Small tears and rips were heard.  The button was lost ages ago during the development of Marcus' abs, thus now it was the zippers turn.  Slowly, but surely, it began to open being pulled apart by the size and rising length of Marcus' cock.  Marcus began to squirm and wriggle trying to find any way of getting comfortable again.

 

"Oh my.... Caesar, look!  It seems as though Marcus will not only have the biggest and strongest body, but will also have the biggest cock!"

 

Marcus' prick kept oozing out inch after inch of new cock that instantly felt the tickling of sexual arousal and added more weight to the pull of the groin.

 

"six and half to seven....eight....nine.....Oh my, past yours Caesar...ten..... eleven.....

 

The zipper pulled itself completely apart.  The crotch of the jeans and the remains of underwear fought to keep this mammoth rod hidden, but they would fail.

 

"twelve.....thirteen..... fourteen.......fifteen......"

 

"Oh my gawd Caesar, it's is huge!"

 

Finally the fabric snapped on both the denim and the underwear.  The fell, respectfully, to the floor, and snapping back to the bed.  Marcus moaned as he felt the air completely surround and caress his huge, throbbing, bo staff of an erection and shook upon all the amount of sexual sensation he received from his drastically sized dong.

 

The two porno stars cooed in Marcus' ear. "Oh my....what a cock.  You should celebrate having such a magnificent member!"

 

And as the two went down on his cock, Marcus shakily pulled the box over, thinking to himself.  "Yes...celebrate....celebrate....must play a....game..... have you two join....get plastered....so I can plow you......Hmmmmmmmm mOOOOH!"

 

Marcus damn near couldn't control any action of his body.  His movements becoming herky-jerky from all the fondling and caressing he was receiving from both the two men and himself, and the fact that nothing on his body seemed to physically move correctly.  He had grown into a powerhouse of a bodybuilder, nearly muscle-bound, but he hadn't fully realized or accepted it as of yet.

 

Luckily he didn't need a lot of smooth coordination for the package of alcohol he pulled out next.  It was a party package, perfect for celebrating his new muscular body and gargantuan dong.  Seaman's Rum - package of twelve individual Seaman's Rum shots.  Marcus pulled them all out of the package, lined them up on a night stand, then pulled off all the tops.

 

"Drink up, Caeshar.... and...uhm....... let's shelebrate!"

 

"Yes... to your cock!"

 

"Agreed.  Oooh.... Seaman's Rum... hmmmmm ahoy!  To your mighty mast, Captain!"

 

"To shmy mighddy masht!"

 

Marcus fumbled his shots a bit, but that was alright as the two porno stars who came out of the TV never actually picked up any of the shots, so their's were left for Marcus to drink rather sloppily.   However drink he did and probably, subtracting the amount of spillage, managed to get about eight or nine full shots worth down his throat.  That's when the warmth began again.

 

Marcus now lay backwards upon the bed, his legs still hanging off the side.  The two men were fondling him, caressing him every which way and that: tracing the outline of his muscles, stroking the valley between his chest, kissing his nipples, squeezing his arms, squeezing each tear drop of his thighs, cradling his calves, massaging his feet, cupping his buns or his chest, kissing his neck, fingering his hole, stroking his balls or his rod......and Marcus joined in on this rubbing his hands all up and down himself.

 

While that was happening, the warmth had moved, concentrated directly in his balls and that was causing them to expand.  Larger and outward, Marcus' testicle were expanding like some set of stars going nova, becoming larger, harder, and fuller. Marcus could feel his balls becoming huge and heavy, and even worse he could feel their size and the contents within swirling around.  It did not take long before the balls were big enough to be cupped individually by one of Marcus' hands.  Whenever Marcus attempted to move one of his legs, creating a thigh movement, a little pang of pain shot through him as though he was constantly being racked.  This however also proved to be a source of pleasure.  Between all the caressing and the racking in didn't take long for the obvious to happen.

 

"OH!  OH! .... .... .... OH! AH!  I!  AUUUUH! .... .... .... .... .... .... ..... SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"

 

Marcus screamed a scream that originally was going to last for a full blown minute, maybe a minute and half, but the contraction of his balls, the force at which his body spewed cum out his shaft, made it so that the first volley of the load - that stream continued on and on as long as Marcus' yell.  This means that that sensation prolonged his original scream, and it was soon followed by another as another volley sprayed out of Marcus' cock shooting across the room and almost out the open glass doorway.

 

"FUH!-UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUK!"

 

Four more times Marcus volleyed like that.  His body shaking wildly, convulsively,  in short but powerful spasms.  Marcus lay still upon the bed, except for his massively broad chest which was rising and falling deeply and fast.  Although they really weren't there and hadn't received anything, from Marcus' point of view the two porno starts looked surprisingly shocked, thrilled, turned on by what had happened and, unable to control themselves, blew loads all over Marcus and the bed.

 

"MY GAWD!  That was fucking incredible, you muscle mountain of a man!"

 

"Indeed.... when you shoved your cock inside me, I thought my ass was going to rip it two!  But it felt sooooo good."

 

"You must keep up your strength so you can do that again.  And after such sex, you must be thirsty.  Here, have a glass of something."

 

There wasn't going to be have a glass of something.  Having masturbated so vigorously, well, having sex as he saw in his mind, Marcus had blown all the energy he had from the food and the cum he had eaten earlier.  He looked down and saw only two things left.  He grabbed the item closest to him: Muskelgut's Personal Keg of Muskelgut Bier.

 

With a pop of the cork, he hoisted and tilted the personal barrel to his mouth and began to chug, chug, chug away.  With each chug his stomach, his gut, began to swell.  Although he was still most assuredly suffering from muscle hypertrophy, was a bodybuilder with muscle hypertrophy, this brew was negating the affect of having no body fat.  All over his body began to take on a slightly smoother and fuller look, yet he didn't lose any size and kept most of his definition as well.  Everything about his was still massive in power and size, still even in definition in some places.  It was as though this extremely freaky built bodybuilder had just suddenly gone through the bulking season and then some, adding about another thirty pounds of weight to his frame.  His stomach began to roll and stick out but for all it's roundness was still hard and firm as well as still having some abdominal definition.

 

It was a bit more difficult for him to move now. There was definitely a waddle to his walk.  The king sized bed was most assuredly groaning under his weight.  Sitting up and on the side of the bed, Marcus watched as the room spun around.  He was breathing deeply.  Trying to catch his breath.  He was attempting to get his bearings.

 

"Oh my gawd... you have become, you are such the hottest man on Earth!  Such a powerful build, roid gut, massive cock, and huge balls.  You are fucking perfect.... PERFECT! I tell you."

 

"But Caesar, I don't think he can stand it.  Even as big as he is I don't think he could tackle the kind of party drink that's left."

 

"Sure he can.  He's a big, huge, strapping, muscle mountain man. Aren't you, Marcus?  He can take on anything."

 

"Oh, I don't know... I think he's reached his limit.  I think despite his height and size and weight, he's really a feather weight in the drinking department."

 

"I amnot a feasher weith in du drinkink depatment!  I can dink anyone unduh shuh table!"

 

"Oh, Marcus.  Are you sure?"

 

"Poshitive!"

 

"Then you've got to win the last game of the party."

 

And all three men turned and looked towards the box.  There standing tall and sticking out of it was the last package of booze - Bunyan's Yard Long Glass of Larger Logger Lager.  Clumsily, fumbily-stumbily Marcus made his way to the box, knelt down beside it, and grabbed a hold of the yard long glass.  Breaking the seal off the top he began to put the lip to his lips and then began the chug of his life.

 

"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"

 

As the two porn men chanted, Marcus timed his sloppy swallows and started chugging all three feet of beer down his gullet.  With each swallow his body expanded in every direction getting larger....and Larger.....and LARGER....... and LAAAARGEEEEEER!  The glass in his hand, even large to him at his original six foot one inch height or his improved six foot six inch height, was becoming smaller and smaller with each passing gulp and so too were the chairs and couches around him as well as the room.

 

Finishing the glass he toss it aside and proudly proclaimed, "I dish it!"

 

Weaving this way and that as he attempted to stand up, he was nearly knocked unconscious by the ceiling fan as his head went through the blades when he finally stood all the way up.

 

"MUSSHER FUCK!"  cried Marcus as he snapped a blade off of the fan attempting to strike whatever it was that hit him.

 

Stumbling he finally came to a standstill in the middle of the room and was staring down at the TV.  He began to look back and forth between it and bed.  Finally he approached the bed and picking up the footboard end one handedly, lifted and rotated the king size bed sideways along the wall.

 

"Shey never have shuh bed sichuached shuh way it should be to wach TV comftabully...."

 

"Come, Marcus... lie down with us.  Let us snuggle and spoon and suck you off.  You deserve to be worshiped all night long for this huge, powerful, and gigantic body you have."

 

Marcus sat down upon the bed...hard.  There was creaking and moaning and cracking and splintering as the bed couldn't take the new weight of a nine and half foot tall offseason bodybuilder.  Marcus sat feeling drained, but wanting to relax in the spindly arms of these two men.  Being a big man, a big, BIG man was difficult and hard work, and he needed some soothing company right now.

 

"MARCUS!..... MARCUS!"

 

"Wha?.....oh hey....you're shat licker guy."

 

"Marcus, you need to stay awake!"

 

"No... I'm.....going to.....lean back and relashks with these two gentlmoon... ... .... gentlemintsh..... .... .... porn shtarsh and shpoon.  Come, join ush. They loooove big guysh like you."

 

"Yeah.... leave him be.  Caesar and I want to have some fun."

 

"You look like we could have fun with you too."

 

"MAR-CUS!  It's me, Bram.  Whom you met earlier from the liquor store.  YOU'VE GOT TO STAY AWAKE!"

 

SMACK!  Bram did a full on smack across the cheek to Marcus.

 

"HEY!"

 

SMACK!

 

"I'm sorry, but you need to be awake for a minute or two longer.  You have severe alcohol poisoning, but I have a remedy."

 

"You're.... PISSHIN ME OFF!"

 

SPLOOOSH!

 

An ice bucket's worth of cold water was thrown into Marcus' face.

 

"AUUUGH!  WHA?"

 

"MARCUS ARE YOU WITH ME?"

 

"What..."

 

"Marcus...stay with us.  You want to be worshipped don't you?  Have that schlong taken care of?'"

 

"MAR-CUS!"

 

"Yeah?  Huh?  Uhmmmm.....Bram?"

 

"Marcus.... you need to stay awake.  I have something for you...."

 

"NO!  Join us, Marcus.... we will love you... worship you....cling to your muscles!"

 

"I need to rest, Bram.  I need to lie down an shleep.... I...."

 

SPLOOSH!

 

"OK! O....K!  I'm up!  Whach do you need?"

 

"oooooh spoil sport!  Come on, Caesar!"

 

Marcus saw the two porn men disappear back into the TV where they seemed to have developed into four men having an orgy on a construction site.  Marcus tried to make sense of what he just saw.  Blinking his eyes and shaking his head.  He couldn't figure out why his hair was dripping water into his eyes.  He finally made contact with Bram who now stood in front of him.

 

"Bram.... ..... I need....help....to mush....to....dring.....sho...shick......"

 

"I know.... I know, buddy.  Here.... this is going to sound horrible, but drink this.  No!  It's not alcohol.  Don't push it away.  It will help.  It's Vérfarkasok's Kutyaszőr - menta- narancs.  It's an orange and mint concentrated drink. The orange juice part will help replenish some things like electrolytes and such, while the mint is a natural sedative for the stomach.  There's some other properties to this drink that I can't explain to you right now, but it will take care of your alcohol poisoning."

 

Marcus began to drink some of the fluid down.  It was perhaps the best tasting stuff he had all evening.

 

"Veryfarkiosk?.....kayakrazor?"

 

Bram laughed. "It's called Kutyaszőr, that's the name of the drink.  It means 'hair of the dog.'  It's a very special drink used for curing especially bad hangovers.  Vérfarkasok is the name of the company that makes it.  It's something primarily only known in Hungary.

 

Marcus began to get a tingling sensation all over his body.  It kept getting worse.  He felt the need to scratch and scratch hard.

 

"I'm gedding tingly all over! YOU GAVE ME MOAR BOOSH!"

 

"NO!  NO!  I DIDN'T.... just calm down... relax.  That's the affect of the drink taking care of the excess alcohol throughout all your bloodstream.  It's what will help you survive the night.  It will also do something else to your body, but I'll explain that to you in the morning."

 

"You shurrrrr?"

 

"Yes, I'm sure."

 

Marcus finished the drink and then followed instructions as Bram helped him get situated into bed to relax.  Marcus drifted off to sleep complaining, "I ashed them for a king shized bed.  Shey nebber give you wash you azk for...."  As he drifted off to sleep, hair began to form all over Marcus' body in beautiful feathery carpets across his arms, legs, chest, and abdominals, while his head hair became thicker and longer.

 

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Sunlight and a soft breeze began streaming through the open windows and sliding glass doors.  Both of which began to caress Marcus' exposed back as he lie face down on the bed.  Shivering from the stroke of the breeze, Marcus pulled on the sheet and got it over his shoulders... but now his feet, ankles, and part of his lower leg were exposed to the air.  This kiss of the breeze sent a tingling sensation up Marcus' legs and straight into his crotch.  He could feel his kidneys kicking in like nobody's business.  Marcus had to pee like a race horse.  No, he had to pee like a war horse!

 

It took a while for Marcus to begin to move.  Yes, the call to expel fluids from his body was urgent but something felt off.  He felt like the bed was too small for him... ... ... both length wise and perhaps even width wise?  Sitting up he put his feet on the floor and was amazed at the feeling of how high his knees stuck up and out from the edge of the mattress, as well as how far apart width wise they felt from one another.  He couldn't close his legs together like he normally would, and attempting to do so was causing great pain to his balls.  Trying to look down at his legs, he couldn't make anything out because of this huge, double globed, furry thing blocking his vision.  Looking back up and straight out, he could clearly see throughout the room and towards the bathroom door.

 

"ooooh man." Groaned Marcus. "That was some powerful shit I drank last night.  It's still affecting my vision, my senses.  That bottle of green liquid mustn't have been Midori watermelon liquor - it had to be absinthe and absinthe on steroids."

 

Reaching towards the nightstand, he grabbed a tumbler and a bottle of aspirin, and then stood up to walk towards the bathroom.  THUD THUD THUD THUD!  Marcus stopped, looking up at the ceiling, which appeared frightening close to his vision, and commented rhetorically to the occupants in the hotel room above his.

 

"Geeze o meo, man.  Do you need to be stomping around so early up there.  Some people may have wanted to sleep in on this Sunday morning."

 

He started walking again and rolled his eyes as he heard the heavy loud footfalls of his neighbor, but also winced as he felt a racking pain from his balls.  He stopped thinking about both things though as he began to feel this heavy swaying around his groin and legs.  He kept looking down trying to see, only to continually have his vision blocked by the great mounding, furry obstacle.

 

"What did I do last night?  Who did I meet to entrap me in this funky ass BDSM collar?  It's so fuckin' thick, and heavy!"

 

Now swatting at his groin area, Marcus attempted to free whatever the slightly heavy object attached on a string or strip of sheet or whatever from his crotch or waistline or what have you.  It wouldn't become unattached or dislodged.  It kept on swinging and smacking his lower thighs as he walked to the bathroom.

 

Upon reaching the door, while going to walk through, Marcus attempted at the same time to pop the aspirin jar lid off with his thumb.  However something didn't quite work out, and although he got the lid off he didn't have or keep his grip on the bottle and it went, open, crashing down to the floor.  Twisting his torso to reach out and catch the bottle, Marcus stooped and walked through the door at the same time.  He made contact with the bottle on the first bounce, but his hand reached it far sooner than expected and instead of fingers going to encompass the jar, fingertips smacked it and propelled it forward, scattering aspirin everywhere.

 

"Awwww fuck!"

 

Marcus stood up and then set the glass tumbler onto the sink counter.  Reaching out to flip the light on, after smacking his knuckles on the wall as it too was closer than what was perceived, Marcus suddenly jumped back from the mirror once the lights were on fully.

 

"The fuck!"

 

There in the mirror was a man. That is the reflection of a man.  The reflection of another man. Well, part of a man.  His head, neck, and part of his shoulders were missing.  This showed that this other man in the bathroom with Marcus was tall, very tall.  What part of the body that could be seen showed that this very tall man was also extremely built, as in beyond personal trainer, gymnast, American football or English or Australian rugby player, junior bodybuilder, amateur bodybuilder, professional bodybuilder, or Mr. Olympia bodybuilder, and possibly all of them combined.

 

Marcus quickly turned around.  If he was going to be attacked by someone, he was at least going to face them eye to eye, or  eye to abs as the case probably would be.  He turned... ... ... and there was no one.  Nothing but the wall.  Turning round again, he lurched backward upon seeing the other man's reflection in the mirror.  He now felt his back against the wall.  He felt some crumbles and dust upon his back as the wall partially gave way.  Realizing where he was, he looked to his left, he looked to his right.  There wasn't anyone else in the bathroom with him.

 

Marcus stared at the reflection in the mirror.... its arms hung out from its body at almost a ninety degree angle.  This was because the upper arms were so thick and massive, they fought impossibly with extremely wide and thick lats and back that looked like a wall as massive as the Great Wall of China.  Even if the lats weren't that wide, or the back, the arms still had to be pushed out by the huge, barreling, chest that was covered in thick, feathering hair.  It mounded so high, it barreled so wide.  It took the man's nipples and pointed them almost straight downward.

 

The feathering hair made it over and under the protruding pectorals and continued down the taut and excessively defined abdominal and oblique muscles.  It looked like some cobblestone walkway set in a plain straight pattern down the middle and in a herringbone pattern on the sides.

 

Leaning forward Marcus attempted to see this other man's face.  First the shoulders, a bit wider than the back, were seen, along with granite globes of deltoids capping them off on either side.  Then there came the column of the man's neck.  It was thick.  It was long.  It was wide.  It was strong.  It looked like something out of the ancient structures of Greece, Rome, or Egypt.  And then there came the head and face.

 

The face stunned Marcus.  It was....strong.  Hard square jaw with a well proportion and defined chin with a hint of a clef in the middle.  High cheekbones on either side of a very straight and arrow pointed nose, not too wide and not too thin.  That rested just above a set of lips that were full, pillow like, but not overly so.  If he kissed, the lips kissing his mouth would rest upon a soft cushy surface that would suddenly become somewhat firm as they began to kiss back passionately.  Above the cheekbones were the man's eyes, deep, spaced just right, a brilliant brown, so vibrant, catching the light so well they almost appeared ochre, golden in color.  They were nestled under a strong, thick, but just right brow ridge covered by two thick, but smooth and perfectly formed eyebrows.  The whole of the face framed by shoulder length, semi-shaggy golden, honey-spun hair too dark to be called blonde, and yet too light to be brunette.

 

This face.  This strong, manly face, covered with a thick overnight stubble, was so striking in beauty and power, Marcus almost wept and cum at the same time.  And that's when Marcus realized, the eyes were his.  He was looking at himself.  No... this couldn't be him.  He wasn't this tall, this built, this good looking.  There was just no way.

 

Shakily, he put his hand out to touch the image on the glass.  Inhaling a quick short breath, he hesitated as he looked at his hand.  It was thick, strong, meaty, elongated fingers, wide and huge palms.  This was a bear paw of a hand and it was attached to a forearm that was so full, so swollen,  it looked like some kind of giant turkey leg.  This was in turn connected to an upper arm that defied belief.  So full, so round, the bicep alone looked like someone had cut a slit and stuffed a medicine ball under Marcus' skin.  He accidentally triggered a small bounce, a flex, and he watched the mound of muscle flex, pop, and rise....rise....higher and higher, until Marcus brought his arm back and he flexed it and his other arm together performing a front double bicep that showed his arms were bigger than his own head.

 

Quivering he shot his hand back out to the mirror.  It was slightly too hard and caused the mirror to crack, with one line, but not shatter.  He glanced up and down at the figure in the reflection, looking at all the nooks and crannies, crevices and ridges, rivers of  blood vessels criss-crossing, until he finally rested his gaze upon the figure's crotch.

 

It was truly a thing of magnificent beauty, and yet of such awesome size and power.  Although soft, it was incredibly long and thick as it hung limp and pliable in its flaccid state.  It hung out and curved over the ample scrotum that contained two huge, swollen testicles.  When this man blew a load it would clearly take several minutes and several shots before he completely emptied his load.  The schlong had to have hung almost three-fourths down his thigh.  It was soon to stop this.

 

Marcus was becoming highly aroused and turned on by the sight of this gargantuan beast-model.  Because of this the man in the reflection began to achieve an erection.  The penis was getting longer and thicker at a very quick and alarming rate.  It reached out and set itself to stick out from the man at quite a distance.  But that's when reality overtook Marcus.  He realized he could feel himself becoming hard and erect and that it was growing at the same time as the reflection's penis was.  It's when Marcus knew, and fully realized, the man in the reflection was him.  It was his body.  He was the behemoth angel!

 

"OH.... MY.... GAWD!"

 

Pivoting on the spot, Marcus went to go through the door. WHAM!

 

"AWWWW FUCK!"

 

Marcus severely smacked his head on the wall above the door ,while he bruised and cut his Chest and abs on the door frame top, and shoulders  and arms on the door frame sides.  Stumbling backwards, Marcus attempted to steady himself using the wall and the sink countertop.  The counter top worked, but the wall didn't, crumbling and giving in to his massive bear hand backed by powerful fore and upper arms.  He quickly removed his hand, so his fall backward continued.  Smacking the back of his head up on the shower curtain rod,   He fell with a large thud into the tub, ripping the shower curtain down, and almost the curtain rod as well.

 

"Twist, turn, and duck, as you go through single doors, my friend.  Twist, turn, and duck."

 

"AUUUUUGH!" Marcus screamed at the figure who came to the doorway, his elbows nearly cracking parts of the tiled wall as he raised them up.

 

"Easy there, big boy.  I'm not here to hurt you, nor am I the one who did this to you, but I am someone who can help. Now before your fear kicks in or your awe factor wears off, you better kind of get up and answer your call before you whiz all over the floor."

 

"Wha...what?"

 

"Here... that's it, kneel upon your knees, facing the bowl.  I know it's kind of hard to maneuver, bit of a tight fit for you, but I don't think you could actually stand currently.  Now let's place your hands here in front like this, feel that.... that is your cock.  Yes... it's your cock, all of it is, Now kind of hoist it up a little and visualize it in your mind, to drop and place over the edge of the toilet to first couple of inches of your cock, with its head. Just relax and ....."

 

"uh.....UH!..... OH!.......huwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah."

 

Marcus peed and peed and peed almost to the point of where he thought he would overflow the toilet.  His kidneys just seemed to be releasing so much fluid, but with each passing drop they felt less pressurized and more comfortable.  Finally finished, Marcus flushed the toilet and then just kind of stood there.

 

"If you want why don't you go ahead and take a shower, as best you can, while I fix some breakfast to eat."

 

Marcus turned and faced the shower and tub, then gingerly, carefully attempted to step into the tub.  He couldn't stand regular facing the side wall as his feet were too long for the side to side width of the tub.   In order for them to fit, he'd be back far enough with his heels against the entrance side that his butt back, back of legs would be sticking out not getting wet. He couldn't step in sideways as due to the size of his thighs, he couldn't bring his feet close enough to stand or he had to stand with one leg out of the tub.  It also meant that part of his chest, shoulders, and thighs were too wide to get wet in the shower. And that doesn't even address the necessity for doing the limbo to get under the shower curtain rod, or the fact that when he managed to get into the tub, the shower heads only hit him just above the naval,

 

Luckily for him this suite's bathroom shower had a shower head at each end of the tub.  Turning his feet sideways so they ran the length of the tub, he stepped in and stood facing the side wall, his cock rubbing against it while his butt stuck out the other side.  Then he turned both showers on and when it came time to wash his head, hair, and torso he squatted down all the way as best as he could.

 

Marcus got out of the shower and dried himself off with several towels, but then he just stood there, leaning against the sink counter.

"Marcus.  You better come out and eat.  Your breakfast will get cold."

 

"I don't have any clothes in here to put on."

 

"You don't have any clothes in here to put on either.  In case you haven't noticed, you outgrew my size about twenty sizes ago. Don't worry about me seeing you nude.  I've been here the whole of the night making sure you were ok.  The only difference is going to be I will see your nude body clean now."

 

Marcus slowly, timidly came out of the bathroom, after learning how to bend down, twist sideways, and suck in his chest at the same time.  Bram had moved the dining table from its nook and placed it next to the king sized bed.  Marcus sat down, having to place his knees on either side of the table as they rose too far up, beyond the table top, to go under.  He then pecked at his food while Bram went about cleaning various spots of the room up and grabbing bites of breakfast in between.

 

Marcus sat and marveled, overcome with bewilderment at how small everything was to him.  How light every object in the hotel room was to him.  How small this suite seem to have grown to him: His feet spreading out over almost two of the 12" long tiles in the bathroom or kitchenette, the doorway tops only coming up halfway up his abs, his butt being nearly too big to fit into any chair, which didn't matter as his thighs combined were around four times wider than the chair spot and they would pry the arms arm apart and break them.  That is, of course if Marcus' weight didn't cause the chair to completely give.

 

It was mid afternoon by the time Bram got most everything cleaned up, swept up, thrown away, and put back in to some sort of assemblance the Hotel originally placed it in.  He stood there smiling at Marcus and Marcus could only sigh and frown looking around the room and back at Bram.

 

"I'm a freak.  I'm going to destroy anything I touch.  They will call me a monster and attempt to mob kill me when I come out the lobby elevator."

 

"Lobby stairs, you mean.  Elevators can only carry so much weight.  Muscle weight is heavier than fat, plus as an object increases in size its weight or mass become heavier in proportions.  For example an average five foot ten inch tall man weighing in at a slim weight of 140 pounds isn't going to weigh 228 pounds at nine-foot six as one would figure doing simple proportional math.  No, he would actually weigh about 605 pounds.  You look like you would weight about 350 pounds ...and then some at five foot ten inches tall.  Therefore, now.... you probably out weight the weight limit of a regular elevator, and if not come close.  Not to mention the fact that you couldn't even begin to stand up in the elevator compartment.  Sorry, you will have to go down the stairs and go down them sideways and taking them about three to four steps at a time as your feet and legs are too long to walk down them normally."

 

"Oh...gawd..... what the hell happened to me?  What did you sell to me?"

 

"I didn't sell anything to you, my brother did. You noticed that when we first met, before you drank everything, I was probably around a foot taller than you, that I'm somewhat heavily muscled, while Daan was as tall as you were and although not thin he certainly wasn't large and in charge."

 

"Yeah...but what does that..."

 

"Daan came up with a different combination of the family genes than I did, and he's always been jealous of this fact.  To that end he had some unusual...let's say flavors of our alcoholic products shipped in behind my back.  Unfortunately one of my most honest workers received the package, without his knowledge of it, attempted to contact the shipper to return them and when that didn't work, put them out on the shelves for sale.  With that he couldn't simply take them off the shelves, take them home, and drink from them like he originally planned on doing.

 

"No, he planned instead of finding the right someone at one of the conventions that occurred here at the hotel.  I accidentally helped speed up that process when I accidentally picked you up with the dolly and then apologized by offering you a free bottle of something of your choosing.  Then when you  came in an announced you were part of the match making get together, he knew he had his man.  He steered you into buying the magical products, delivered them here, after charging you for them, although he sent that through to a secret account of his own instead of my store's, and then hoped to break into your room while you were out mixing it up downstairs, steal back the special booze, and run off somewhere with it to drink himself into a larger, heftier, him.  He didn't count for the fact that absinthe he sold you as well would have great hallucinatory affects or that you'd drink the Irish stout first, which gave you muscle hypertrophy and thus a high speed metabolism.  Which by the way, it was a good thing you downed that first, or close to being first, as that is probably what partially saved your life from alcohol poisoning.

 

"So when he came in, thinking you were gone, you where here already a behemoth, much to large for him to tackle from the looks of it, and thus his dream of becoming the hulk was dashed."

 

"I... ... ... I didn't beat him up...."

 

"I hadn't really thought you had.  The bruising he did have wasn't that large, deep, or dark.  I just wasn't sure what you did."

 

"I.... uhm.... I was starving under that magical growth and the hypertrophy.... I ran out of food and when he appeared.... I...well..... I sucked him off..... until he pretty much ran dry."

 

"Ooooooh.... ..... .....did he seem to like it?"

 

"What?!  I don't remember... I think he did after I got started and forced him into it."

 

"That would explain the comatose state.  He's having to rectify the feelings verses trauma in his mind.  My brother is a bit of a homophobe."

 

"How do you know that?"

 

"Because, he.....that is....besides my height and build....it's one of the points of contention between us."

 

"You're gay?"

 

Bram laughed. "Yeah, I am.  It's part of the reason why I gave you my card.  I was hoping to be there when you called."

 

"You were hitting on me?  Did you literally hit..."

 

"NO!  No.... I didn't actually hit you with the dolly in order to hit on you.  It was only after the accident that I took notice and interest of you."

 

"But I was so short compared to you and so thin..."

 

"Hey.... I wasn't always this height or build.  I had to grow up into it over the years.  I remember what it was like being shorter compared to others and then being a tall, gangly stick that people made fun of. ... 'Hey, Bram!  Turn sideways for a minute,  OH MY GAWD!  WHERE DID YOU GO!'"

 

The two laughed.

 

"But what about now?  I'm this huge freak.....I'm...."

 

"Look at me."

 

"What?"

 

"Look at me. ... ... ... now, look at my left pants leg."

 

"Why do you want me to...OHMYGAWDYOU'REHUGE!"

 

Bram belly laughed and said, "Well... not compared to you now, but I was one of the biggest boys in my high school or college classes."

 

Bram kicked off his shoes.

 

"And being a big man... it's hard to find someone close to my size to date."

 

Bram unbuttoned his uniform polo and peeled it off as he began an approach to Marcus.

 

"I have to admit I like height and muscles on a man... especially to find one to be my lover."

 

Bram peeled off his tight undershirt, revealing his smooth alabaster like skin on his broad back, barreling chest, bulging upper arms and defined abs and obliques.

 

"Truth be told, finding someone who is taller than me, bigger than me, stronger than me....."

 

Bram undid the buckle and button on his pants, letting the fall down as he easily without breaking stride stepped out of them.  This left his cock to spring up from down his left thigh to up in front of his white underwear.

 

"...is really quite the turn on.  In fact, Marcus Damiani, I find you to be quite...."

 

Bram didn't step out of his underwear, he grabbed them by the waist band and ripped them off his body and tossed them aside.

 

"...gorgeous...."

 

Marcus watched as Bram's rippling, muscular legs brought him right up to him.  Bram reached out, grabbing a hold of Marcus' cock and planting a large foot onto one of Marcus' thighs and pulling himself up, planted a deep, long kiss, onto Marcus' lips.

 

Marcus swooned and fell backwards onto the rest of the king sized bed.  Bram moved his hands and arms from around Marcus' neck to holding on to the sides of Marcus' face.  Breaking the kiss he moved down Marcus' neck, into the valley of the chest, down through the canyons of the abs, tongue gliding all the way, until he reached the bass of Marcus' mighty dong.

 

"Sex!  Oh no!  Bram... we can't I'm... I'm.... I don't know what I am now....but I'm sure you couldn't.... oh.... OH! ....stawwwwwp.... stop!   Oh....take me....."

 

"You're two feet long, if I don't miss my guess... and there are other ways to perform sex besides penetrating an ass."

 

Marcus' head snapped back and he moaned and bucked wilding as Bram stretched out across Marcus' body, his feet each one latching on to a nipple and squeezing them with his toes, while his meaty bear paw of hands and massively muscular arms grabbed a hold of Marcus' cock and stroked it as though he was driving a post into the ground.  Meanwhile Bram's torso and head arched up to place his face on Marcus' cock head where upon his tongue went to licking the piss slit as though he was licking Marcus' ass.

 

”Oh... but Bram.... what am I going to do.... UghhhhhhOH! ... huh huh...huh...about...huh....about the damage to this room.... the walls... the doorways... the tiles.... THE TILES! OOOOOoooohhhh!"

 

"I'm friends with the contractor who built this place.  I'll contact them and sneak them in to do repairs.  Now.... shut up you hulking hunk and be with me!"

 

Bram moved over and around Marcus with the expert of an acrobatic trapeze artist.  Position after position, caress after caress, the two writhed and moaned in sexual pleasure.  Eventually at one point Bram took his ample shaft and began to rub it across the slit off Marcus' larger dong.  Marcus mean while, helped keep Bram stead by poking a well manicured pinking finger up Bram's ass.  Bram and Marcus both began leaking pre-cum which in turn lubricated Bram's cock and hand movements across Marcus' shaft and head.   Soon the tickling sensation began to spread across Marcus' body.  Reaching out to every single edge and tip his body had, the sensation then suddenly zoomed in and concentrated itself in Marcus' balls. That tickling sensation sent one last jolt up Marcus' prick, back down to and up his abs, chest, chin, finally to rumble and set his lower lip to quivering.

 

"OH!   I'm swelling.... Bram..... hon....I'm swelling!  I'M SO FUCK....ING....SWELL....ING!"

 

And Bram looked down to indeed see Marcus' ginormous balls swell even larger.  Swell further.  Swell more.... Swell harder.... and then He braced himself, gripping Marcus' cock as tightly as he could when he saw the last testicle swell cave in on itself and Marcus' testicles appeared to implode a bit.

 

"OH!  OH!  AI!  I! AH! ... ... ... .....AUGH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"

 

As from the night before, Marcus' scream carried on for several minutes and so too did the volley that came gushing out the slit of his prick head.  Bram attempted to take it in, swallowing it,  but the amount of spunk that was gysering out with such incredible force, it filled Bram's mouth and nasal passages instantly, sending his head snapping back and then striking him under the chin and knocking him flat on his back onto Marcus' abs and chest.

 

Shooting off like a king sized Roman Candle firework, Marcus' schlong shot off several more volleys that left a trail from baton to ceiling and the spoo splattering  and raining down everywhere.  Coughing and sputtering, attempting to either swallow or spit the largest load he'd ever taken, Bram began to shake and convulse at the sheer power and size of orgasm Marcus was displaying.  In short, Marcus' phenomenal orgasm turned him on so much, he was now spraying spunk all over Marcus' lower abs and cock base.  The air filled with the scent of so much cum and testosterone, one would almost swear if any prepubescent boys walked by the room, they'd have reached full adult maturity by the end of the passing.

 

And thus began the relationship between Marcus and Bram.  Bram's brother, Daan, eventually came too from his comatose state and had to deal with both Bram and Marcus.  Bram decided that a jail sentence would be too easy on Daan, so he told him he would work for him as a house servant and if he mistreated Bram or ran off, Marcus would come looking for him in full horny Hulk fashion.  It turned out to be a better punishment that Bram imagined.  Bram had his house reworked to accommodate his behemoth boyfriend, but the remodeling served a second person as well.  It wasn't too long after their time together began that Bram suddenly found himself popping buttons on his shirt, the back of his pants blowing whenever he bent down, his shoes pinching his feet.  Apparently the magic stayed within Marcus and it was going to make sure he had a lover that could take him and be taken by him as well.  It also only worked on Bram, no matter how many times Daan snuck a secret drink from the sheets or clothes he had to wash.  By the time Bram and Marcus decided to get married, Bram was equally as tall, broad, strong, and hung, as Marcus was.  Two giant bodybuilders with porn cocks, that stood head and naval over their brother and housekeeper.

 

However, if you feel that you're small of stature, in individual categories or over all, and you find yourself around Seattle stop by the Atlas Liquor Store and inquire to see Bram or Marcus.  They just might have the right mix for whatever ails you.

[mjtunstall34]

where can i get that green vial? awesome story!

[Hanugumo]

Where can I find this store? I think I need about a hundred of all those bottles. <3 <3

[cutlerfan]

Wonderful! I love romantic endings! Amazing Story!

[Muscleace]

Always coming up with something new aren't you?~

[convolution]

Silly, erotic, lyrical, compassionate, gentle, hot, sweaty, alcoholic, muscular, wish fulfillment....

Brilliant

[myfaceisitchy]

Great story.

[convolution]

I just got it. The two "porn stars" were "green fairy" Absinthe spirits☺

Very clever.

[FREaky]

 

mjtunstal34, you can probably get it from the Island of Dr. Musgrow.  I think they sell it to raise funds for their research.

Hunagumo, supposedly it's on the outskirts of Seattle, Washington... somewhere.

Muscleace, yes I've always got new ideas for how people suddenly grow huge, tall, powerful, strong, and virile.

Cutlerfan, convolution, angelkindle: thank you.  Thank to all my other readers, as well.

And yes, convolution, you got it. The green fairies, homoerotic muscle style, attempting to get a soul to join them. and thank you again.