The Salt
by RdyRoger
Copyright and all that 2009
The salt was something I stole from my uncle's lab. He's the original absentminded professor, has about a zillion degrees and is so smart that he really is hard to understand sometimes.
Well, I visit the lab pretty regularly, and Uncle Joe is a chemist, studies DNA and RNA and organic chemistry and growth factors and all that.
He and I joke around a lot. He does a lot of research projects, but this was an odd conversation. I was helping him store away a bunch of different jars, they were chemical compounds that were DNA triggers he'd been researching.
It happened because he made a chance comment, one of the jars I was holding, it slipped a bit and Uncle Joe laughed and said "Travis- don't drop that one or the girls will like you a bit too much!"
Joe doesn't know my preference goes the other way. Gay. That way. Don't think he would really care either.
"What?"
"That's a male growth factor!"
"What, like magic penis pills?"
"Oh, no, nothing like those ads you see on TV or the internet. " Uncle Joe was always so literal!
"What's it do then?"
"This stuff actually works!- it triggers key receptors in the y chromosome, and turns them on for a while."
"If it works why don't you sell it?"
"What, and have everyone walking around maxed out alpha male?" Uncle Joe shook his head at the thought. "You have no idea what that would do to society!- Imagine the biggest guy you ever saw in the locker room- and then imagine every single man being that big. What difference would it make? It's the contrast between people's physicality that makes for dramatic and romantic interest. No, some people have to be small, for some people to be big."
"I guess I get your point."
"Okay then let's finish up in here and grab some lunch!"
I watched as Uncle Joe carefully set the jar in the cabinet, top shelf, left, in front, and locked the glass door. It was just another jar among many- with a white piece of tape and red marker lettering scrawled a series of numbers... GF - 2009- M -135. I found myself memorizing the numbers. I was almost in a flop sweat.
"So are all those jars in there different kinds of growth factors?"
"Mostly failed, but yes. The idea is simple... just take some proteins in your DNA and replace them, or alternately insert a lot more copies to enhance some characteristic, or just turn on a dormant gene."
Uncle Joe laid his hand on a notebook crammed with papers. I guess that was all the notations on the different growth factors.
That night I found myself laying in bed. I had already jerked off three times and I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about GF-2009-M-135. I wasn't a bad looking kid I knew I was athletic enough and blonde hair and green eyes can really melt a man's heart. I was 15 years old and I knew that already. But I couldn't stop thinking about that GF. What would that be like, holding a penis twice as thick or twice as long?
Before I knew it I was out of bed. The sun was barely coming up. I dressed and grabbed a frozen waffle and ran out the door. Before I knew it my feet were leading me to the university. It was really early and there weren't many people about, a few janitors wheeling their mop buckets and heading home after a long night of work. I was too young to be a student but from a distance no one noticed and I was in the organic chemistry building and then down the steps and the long hall freshly mopped and past the little kitchen and the lab was there. I jimmied the lock with an ATM card. Seriously, I had never done anything like that before but I'd seen enough TV to know it was maybe possible. The university was old and the locks were old and worn as the tile floors. Anyway I was inside the lab and light was coming in the casement windows. I used a garage key to jiggle the cheap lock on the cabinet and then it was open. Before I could even think about it my hand was on GF-2009-M-135. It was heavy enough. There was almost a full jar of white powder, nothing special looking- it looked like table salt. I looked around the lab and found an empty envelope in a box in my Uncle's desk drawer. I scooped a lot of the granules into the envelope, then I put the jar back. It looked the same, I'd taken maybe 10% of what was there. I rejimmied the lock shut and folded the envelope and stuffed it in my back pocket. I walked out the door. Then I was past the kitchen. Then I was up the stairs. Then I was outside... and 5 minutes later I was walking home on city streets. I made it back home before even my Dad woke up for work. Even my dumb kid brother Trey was asleep still.
I went into my bedroom. I looked into the envelope. A lot of white powder. If my parents found that it would look bad. I went down to the kitchen and rummaged in the junk closet. There were a couple of old salt and pepper shakers there. I grabbed them and filled one with pepper. In the other one went the GF- it was almost full. I left them in my top desk drawer upstairs. If anyone saw it it would just be a set of salt and pepper shakers, and I took enough snacks into my room at night that no one would even think about it.
Then I realized... I had no idea on the dosages, or HOW I was to take the drug? I couldn't ask my Uncle. Maybe I could take them orally. What if they needed to be dissolved in solution and then injected?
I decided that the safest way to start would be to take a tiny dosage orally. That way, if nothing happened in a month, then I could try an increased dosage. And in the meantime maybe Uncle Joe would drop a few hints.
I took a very few of the granules in my hand and licked them to taste it. Well, I figured three small little grains wouldn't kill me even if it was poison. And I knew it wasn't.
Okay, so I know that you know that I know how dumb and stupid that was. But what happened was not that I dropped dead. Or got sick. Or anything. The salt looking grains tasted like salt. What a surprise.
I put the salt shaker away in the drawer and decided to do nothing for 24 hours. Because if I had a bad reaction, you know, best to start with a tiny dose!
I sat there for 15 minutes. Nothing. Not a burp. Not a twinge. Not a hick-up. Nadie. Nunca. Zip.
So I went downstairs and ate some more frozen waffles and went to High School. I didn't run better in track that day, nor did I develop superstrength or otherwise radically change. I did feel my dumbness increase. I guess I thought I would blow up like Superman. Just didn't seem that likely in retrospect.
At any rate the week went by. I had no noticeable reaction and I forgot about the Salt. Friday night I was up in my room eating some french fries and doing homework. I took the Salt and shook a bunch onto the fries and ate them.
I woke up Saturday morning. In the shower I panicked. My penis, my testicles, well it might have been charitable to say they were a handful Friday night. Now they were a double handful. That wasn't the only thing different. I'd swear my hair had grown out some overnight. And my jeans were a bit tight in the thighs and butt. And maybe they were a little bit shorter? Or maybe I was a bit taller? And I did feel... stronger, healthier. My libido was 100% and I jerked off vigorously in the shower and that was great. My Med T shirt was nice and tight and I had a lot of energy. That was a great Saturday. Spent the time riding my bike, seeing some friends, saw a dumb movie and then made out with Joey Franco behind the theatre for a while. HOT! We didn't go that far but he seemed entranced with me and my cock felt rock hard.
So that night I was home late... went to sleep. Woke up Sunday... no surprises. Same as Saturday morning.
So that was interesting. I guess those DNA replications did their thing and were done.
I measured myself. I was 5'11" tall but that was wrong. I was supposed to be 5'10" tall. And my penis was a nice 7" hard and my balls were a bit heavier than I was used to. And I was horny. Hornier, anyway. Or rather, more sexually able. 3 times a day was not a problem for me at all.
Joey Franco and I made out again on Tuesday night. He liked my tight stomach and my ass and my cock... We hadn't done more than kiss and jerk off together but I figured we'd do something soon. Joey was a hot little Italian with blonde hair and blue eyes... one of those sexy northern Italians. He was about 5'7" tall and had an average 5" cock.
Anyway I figured I hadn't used too much of the salt, maybe only half a teaspoon if that. Joey and I were going to the movies Friday night... some alien action flick Joey loved them. I told Joey I'd treat for popcorn. He didn't protest too much so I went to the snack bar and bought two popcorns. Then I poured about a teaspoon of the salt into each of the tubs and carried them into the theatre.
With the butter and the salt on the Popcorn Joey had a tasty little treat... we both finished off our popcorn and watched the movie. Everything felt okay for me. No hot sweats, no shivers, so that was good. In fact nothing much happened except we kissed a lot after the show. I told Joey I wanted to have lunch with him Saturday... he invited me over for a swim so I said sure. His parents didn't mind... and it turned out they were going to be visiting friends Saturday afternoon so we had the place to ourselves.
Saturday morning I woke up and stretched. I could feel my muscles popping and stretching and the sun was streaming in. It felt good.
I stood up and looked in the mirror.
"whoa!"
My brown hair was shaggier than ever. I was taller... now a bit over 6'. I had abs. Real abs, not flat stomach abs. And biceps and pecs and my thighs were big and muscular and my butt was really sexy. Oh yeah, and my package. Nice! I was north of 8" now. And my balls were much bigger.
When I pulled on my jeans they were too tight and too short. I snuck a pair of my Dad's work jeans, and they fit. Hell, they looked GREAT.
But I couldn't wear my medium t- shirts... they didn't fit. I had a Large t shirt from some movie promotion that I never wore cause it was too big. It fit pretty well now.
My waist size hadn't changed, still 32" so I was able to wear my swim trunks. You'd scarcely notice my package if it didn't swing back and forth when I walked.
I ate a big breakfast and headed to Joey's for our swim date.
Joey... umm... what is it about Italian men? He was about 2 inches taller and more muscular. And his blonde hair had grown out about an inch overnight it looked like. And his package filled out his trunks nicely.
We swam around and kissed and played grab ass and rubbed our cocks together hanging on the side of the pool. Damn Joey! He definitely had a bigger piece of meat in his trunks!!
Joey even mentioned he was taller, that he was having a growth spurt. Then he laughed when he realized he'd said spurt.
Did I mention he was shy for being such a horndog?
Well we laid out on the deck on the cement. I preferred that to the deck chairs, I loved to feel the sun on my skin and the hot cement. And I got a great view of Joey's chest and his package.
I volunteered to buy lunch. There was a burger joint at the end of Joey's street and around the corner.
We pulled on our shirts and shoes and I grabbed my wallet and we walked over to the place. They had the combo meal for $3 and change so I bought one for each of us. I walked with the tray to the back of the restaurant and sat down.
"Darn!- Joey, can you run up front and grab some ketchup... and ask them for some extra mustard in a cup on the side?"
"Sure thing Trav!!"
He ran up there... I knew it would take extra time to get the mustard on the side... so I had about a minute to grab some little paper packets from my wallet and open his burger and dump about a half teaspoon of the salt on it and then another half teaspoon on the fries. I did the same for myself and Joey was back about a minute later.
I grabbed a fry.
"I salted your fries I hope I didn't put too much on yours, I like a lot on mine and I wasn't thinking...."
"Oh, no," Joey assured me. "I like em salty!!"
To prove it he picked up one of the steak cut fries and wiped up some of the extra salt and bit into it.
"Yummm!"
I ate one of my fries. "Tastes almost as good as kissing you!"
He blushed. Mission accomplished. I hoped I didn't overdo the salt. I had waited a week between my first and second dosing. But I knew that Joey wouldn't mind having a big cock or being tall and muscular. I sure didn't... and I wondered for the first time how much of this Salt was good for me? I pushed aside the idea and enjoyed my cheeseburger with the blond hottie in a little corner of paradise.
After lunch we did what any normal teens would do. We went back to the pool and swam for another 2 hours... wrestling and horseplay and chasing and a crazy version of Marco Polo that had you swimming laps and climbing out of the pool and diving back in and just physically exhausting yourself. Then we laid out in the summer sun for a tan and a nap. I fell sound asleep, and so did Joey.
I woke up on my stomach which was a good thing, I guess I was aware enough to turn over so I didn't burn. I looked over. Same thing for Joey. Joe...whoa.... whoa ....eeey!
Maybe there was more in those little paper packets than a teaspoon. Maybe it was more like a heaping teaspoon.
Then I realized what had woken me up. My .. junk was being strangled. I reached down and grabbed my cock... holy shit this was my cock? and rearranged things so they were tightly packed but not cutting off circulation!
I looked back over at Joey, who groaned and rolled back over onto his back. Good thing he was wearing stretch trunks. Seriously. He looked a lot bigger, more muscular and built now like a junior bodybuilder guy or something! And he looked taller too. His blond hair had grown out another inch it seemed. Hot... looked like a surfer stud now! He woke up and looked over at me and blinked.
"Damn are you pumping weights Travis?"
"Uh, yeah, I have been. "
"Keep it up I like."
I leaned across and kissed him.
And then both our junk was being strangled as we got turned on. In a few seconds, without even saying anything we had stripped and I was on top of Joey and kissing him and rubbing my hands around our two big dicks squashed together....
"Oh god oh god oh god I'm going to... " and we both shot together... wow. What do they call it, the little death? wow. I grabbed the towel to sponge down Joey who had a pool of cum on his chest and face and hair.
It seemed we were even more turned on though so we jerked off again together a few minutes later and that was even more intense.
So we did it again.
I was rubbing the towel on Joey when we heard the car in the driveway. We pulled up our trunks and I threw the cum towel in the laundry hamper and we both dove into the pool.
Both of us were still rock hard and we had a big problem, our cocks sticking straight up. So we leaned up on the side of the pool and chatted with the parents until they finally went into the damn house and left us alone. By then we'd both gotten soft enough to stuff our junk back in our trunks and I pulled back on my Dad's work jeans and they fit me tight. They'd been at least loose that morning. And they were a bit short.
I went home. That night my Mom exclaimed, "Travis when did you get taller than your father?"
My Dad was 6'1" tall. I was definitely taller than him. I spent the rest of the next two weeks slouching around the house a lot.
And I went to the store and bought some larger t shirts, actually XL t shirts. They were loose on me and I looked more normal that way. And I spent a lot of time in the shower. I was now a super shooter and when I came it was for a minute or more at a time. After the first volley of cum my balls would just keep churning out more and it would continue to pump, dripping down my cock like a river. Did I mention my 9" cock? Well, I may be exaggerating a bit. Actually, I mean I was under-exaggerating a bit. My 9"+ cock was my new pride and joy and my testicles were now as big as any I'd seen in the locker room at high school, even the football team seniors.
I'd heard that Joey was turning into quite the slut through the gay and lesbian center at school. Well I guess I was too. Joey and I saw each other at school and in the locker room. His cock wasn't quite as big as mine but he'd had less of the salt. It really had made him... bigger in that dept. He had a good thick 8" on him now. Not that my cock didn't swing and sway when I walked to the showers now.
Well, I guess you know that we couldn't keep away from each other.
I saw him eyeing my cock and I was looking at his cock and his ass. I knew that we'd both had some experiences with other guys and I know that we wanted a rematch.
He asked me out to a movie on Friday. BINGO!
"Sure thing Joey but only if we do something on Saturday too."
"Okay but my Mom will be home..!"
"Oh I was thinking we could go for a hike... ride our bikes up to the ranger station and lock them there and take an afternoon hike, I can pack a lunch. It's still early summer so the woods will be really green and stuff."
"That's a great idea!" Joey's eyes flashed. Damn he was cute. His eyes actually flashed when he was happy. I looked at him. I was about
6' 1-1/2" tall. He was about 5'10" I guessed. Maybe taller. And his muscles looked great.
"Are you taller?" I asked him. " You look taller! I think you're still growing."
Joey insisted on buying popcorn this time. argh~! When he came back with the buttered tub- he'd bought the large for us to share... I didn't have the chance to slip in the salt. But then I said, "Dude you forgot the napkins. I'll save the seats... get the napkins. Unless you want me to lick your fingers in the theatre?" Joey went to get the napkins. Such a hot guy and so shy. Go figure.
I slipped a paper packet out of my pocket and shook a heaping teaspoon of salt onto the popcorn the minute he was out of the theatre. I mixed it up as best I could and waited. Joey was back in a trice.
That was the thing.. see, I had this kinda wild fantasy about Joey... seeing how big and hung he could be. I guess I was still shy myself. I nibbled at the popcorn- it sure was salty. Joey ate a lot of it and realized he was being a pig.
"Dude you're not eating any popcorn"
"Yes I am." I grabbed a handful and ate it.
There was about a quarter of the tub left. He pushed it on me. "You finish it."
"Let's finish it together."
"I just ate more than half."
"No you didn't." I grabbed another small handful. "See?"
He grabbed a handful. And ate it.
I think I ate about 1/4 of that popcorn. Joey ate the rest. He watched me to make sure I ate some though.
I don't even remember what the movie was. Afterwards Joey was the same as ever. We made out. It was splendid.
Saturday morning I woke up and stretched.. felt good. I sat up suddenly. I had the ride with Joey today!
I jumped out of bed. I looked in the mirror. I was bigger. Not much, but definitely bigger. Hair was definitely shaggy again. Maybe 10 lbs. I was 6'2" tall also. And... well, I guess Uncle Joey was right in stating it was a Male Growth Factor. Seemed thickness was a factor after a certain length... although that had increased to 10". Wow. And my balls were frankly like heavy stones in my bike shorts.
I ran into Trey in the hallway. He looked me over. He was about 5'7" or so and a decent enough kid except he was 18 months younger than me and a complete pain in the ass because he was my little brother.
"I can't wait until I grow tall too!"
"Right, runt."
That's when I notice Trey's eyes looking at my bike shorts. And then I felt guilty.
"Hey, I hit my growth spurt when I turned 15 you are only a bit behind me anyways. I heard that younger brothers are statistically more likely to grow bigger than their older brothers anyway."
"Really?"
"Yeah, Mom had to experiment when she was cooking for me! You get better nutrition!"
He hit me. Not hard, a brother shove tap hit that said he was feeling better. His eyes kinda grew wide though, as he felt my pecs bounce his fist off them like hard rubber.
At breakfast I slipped about a teaspoon of THE SALT onto Trey's eggs and hash browns. He ate them.
So I don't hate him so much, okay? Geez. Shut up already.
I headed over to Joey's with a packed lunch and some water and soda and such.
When I got there Joey was getting yelled at by his Mom to get a haircut. He came out of the house. What a sight to see. His blond hair was shaggy. Tell me, do you think it's wrong that I want Joey to be a super stud? I mean, should the choice be mine or his? And should I be bigger or should he be bigger? I like both ideas. I would just have to wait and see what I did when it came to it.
"Don't get a haircut," I told Joey. "I like your hair."
"Good."
"And you're definitely getting taller you look taller than you did last night!"
He almost said something about it, but I guess he just figured he was a growing boy. And he was... growing into a man. And what could he say anyway? People grew as big as people grew and that was that. Nothing anybody could do about it to change it or anything~ !
Joey Franco was now standing 6' tall. And he looked like a bodybuilder. You could see it especially now in his bike shorts. I mean, I had trouble looking at anything but his bike shorts. He had a banana in his bike shorts. And a couple of oranges. But I never saw a banana that thick.
"Nice shorts" I said to Joey as we rode out of the driveway. And they were... very pnuematic- as were mine I saw as I looked down. When did that happen? Oh, yeah. I did that to myself. HOT!
"No wonder your Mom was yelling about your hair she couldn't let herself look down."
The ride up the hill wasn't as bad as I remembered it... but I had a lot more muscle in my legs and glutes now so I guess that made sense.
We locked the bikes at the ranger station where the ranger promised to keep an eye on them and then we changed into jeans for the hike. You don't want to wear bike shorts on a hike.
Did I mention Joey Franco took off his bike shorts to change into his jeans? I tried not to look. I tried not to stare. Oh hell I stared. When he pulled down the shorts his junk just expanded down- as the support went down so did his giant low hangers and his big soft cock... he was as big as me now. Definitely.
Maybe bigger. I shivered. I liked that idea. Looking at Joey I thought about what Uncle Joe had said. Some people had to be smaller for some people to be bigger. I wanted to be one of the bigger ones, and I wanted Joey bigger than me. It just clicked at that minute. But I would have to be smart about this.
Right.
So we hiked up the trail a couple of miles and cut across from the stream and found a perfect little secluded hideaway with green grass, no bugs, the stream was running nearby and we were under the shade of some old trees.
The chicken sandwiches were really good if a bit too salty. I apologized to Joey again cause I loved salt. He laughed. No big deal.
My chicken sandwich had about a half teaspoon- a level half teaspoon- of salt in it. Joey's... Joey's had another heaping teaspoon.
And... I insisted he eat another half sandwich that I put another 1/2 teaspoon of salt on when he went off to pee. Just the thought of that cock of his unleashed! I shivered again. Do you think I was out of control? Maybe.
Nothing happened strange. Joey didn't get sick, thank god, or anything like that.
Sometimes I just get really lucky. I'd heard that Joey had given a couple of blow jobs to some of the guys. I'd never done that but I couldn't stop myself. Joey and I made out and we stripped and he was in my arms and I looked in his eyes and I knew that I would be looking up into his eyes the next time I saw him.... instead of him looking up into mine. I picked up his cock and blood rushed into it and it was hot and warm and firm and thick and heavy. Damned if I wasn't a bit bigger than he was, but I knew that was gonna change. I learned to give my first blow job on Joey's 9"+ cock. I swallowed every drop of his salty cum and sucked on his cock for minutes after, lapping it up. Then it was my turn and he went down on my 10". He made little happy sounds as he tried unsuccessfully to swallow every inch of me. I liked that it made him happy.
Looking back, I guess Joey was so over sexed that he really wasn't paying attention to what was going on. I mean, he was just growing up.
After we... exhausted ourselves, we pulled on our clothes again and curled up together and fell asleep under the tree.
I guess it was a reaction to the salt, that we were tired. I did read somewhere that your body did its growing in your sleep.
When I woke, Joey was spooned in my arms and I could feel his lats swollen against my biceps.