The Salt 9: Hawaiian Holiday Vacation
by RdyRoger
Copyright 2009 and all that legal stuff
Well, I thought I was in the clear but my Uncle Joe put me to work at the lab for penance.
I didn't argue. I knew I got off lucky.
Joey had grown with the last infusion I had given him, he was now 7' 1" tall and thicker than ever. He was my dream... made flesh! A lot of flesh- all of it muscle!
As for Trey, he got his wish and topped out at 7' when the last of the salts kicked in for him.
I didn't tell Uncle Joe that I had just given them a dose when I went to go see him.
Trey spent a lot of evenings in my bed, when he wasn't with Fred or I wasn't with Joey. And sometimes we both had Greg in bed with us. Greg was tall and sexy and hung and had full muscle bellies and huge swollen pecs and his ass... mmmmm... well, he was 6'9" tall and so he wasn't as big as Trey or I. But as the weeks went by, something happened. I noticed that Greg seemed to be getting a bit taller. Over the course of a month he gained an inch and was about my height. I didn't know if it was his normal growth or what.
After two months he was definitely taller than I was. His cock was definitely longer and thicker too and his balls had grown. I knew that he wasn't getting any salt, but it was starting to worry me. Trey, he was the same- I mean, he wasn't changing like Greg. But Greg was starting to catch up with my runt brother... in all departments! Finally, one day, Greg announced that he was taller than Trey. They measured. He was, a bit. A very little bit but he was taller.
Trey took it well, like I said he'd grown up in a lot of ways. But the growth disturbed me. I couldn't figure it out. And then one day Greg was 7'1" tall and more muscular than ever. I started watching him very closely. I didn't notice anything, and then one evening he came bounding up the stairs with his limitless energy and stopped by my room. He was carrying a plate of fries into his room... while he studied he liked to snack. He opened my top desk drawer, reached in, and pulled out a salt shaker- the SALT shaker. He poured a liberal dose of salt - like a teaspoon- onto his fries and smiled and replaced the shaker in the top drawer and said, "Cheers!" and ate a french fry and then headed back to his room. I watched his muscled ass bounce as he headed out my bedroom door.
I was stunned. I had quite literally forgotten about the Salt in my desk drawer. I looked and it was maybe half full. Greg had seen it, and was borrowing salt from time to time.. and growing! So no wonder his cock was three inches longer than it was a couple of months ago, and his chest was 4" bigger!! And he'd just poured another heaping teaspoon... if not two teaspoons... of 135 onto those fries.
I sat for a minute, looking at the half empty salt shaker in my hand. Then I realized I could stop Greg from eating the fries and the Salt. I stood up, walked down the hallway and into his room. Just as he stuffed the last handful of french fries into his mouth.
"Oh, did you want some chips?"
"Uh, no, thanks... I'll get some of my own... they just... smelled good."
"Like me?"
And I was in Greg's arms and kissing him. I grabbed his swelling package and hefted it. He was big, not as big as I was by a long shot, but his half hard cock hung halfway down his thigh, thickening prodigiously as I grasped it through his sweatpants. A major big thick-girthed handful, and I had very big hands. I thought about his cock growing another couple of inches in length and another couple of inches in circumference and him swelling taller and even more muscular, perhaps as muscled as Joey... and tore down his sweatpants and took him to the bed and mounted him from behind. He gasped in pain and joy and moaned as his cock hardened fully in my grasp. I fucked him for a few minutes, then flipped him over and continued to fuck him as I kissed him long and hard and deep... his mouth was still salty and I smelled our heady musk mixing in the bedroom and I came in his ass, hard. He gasped and moaned and clenched at the bedsheets as I unloaded a Travis sized load deep between his bouncing muscle glutes and then laid back as i just kept pumping, and cumming, deep inside him. After a moment he said "oh god" and started to shoot himself, his cock bouncing up and down, shooting on his pecs and then on my muscled abs and pecs and then back down and spraying a long streamer of cum across his chest again. Finally I pulled out, still cumming, and the look of joy on his face energized my gigantic testicles and I suddenly shot a streamer across Greg's face and then he opened his mouth and looked at me and I leaned down and kissed him and our cum mingled with our saliva and the taste of salt and chips...
I wiped him down and he wiped me down, and I cuddled with him. He was suddenly tired. I stayed with him until I was sure he was asleep. I stood at the door, watching him sleep, splayed out across the California King Bed that my Dad had purchased for him... and was filled with deep still satisfaction, looking at him, being with him, knowing that he was safe and far from his troubles back in the UK.
Needless to say, I swapped out the Salt with salt. I hid the remainder with my stash back in the closet in the shoebox.
The next morning, I heard a thump and a muffled curse while I was sitting at the breakfast table. A moment later Greg clumsily stumbled down the stairs. My god he was built like Joey Franco. He was bigger than Joey, especially his pectorals and his quadriceps. WOW. Greg was rubbing his forehead.
"I hit my head on the closet door."
"Get used to it," I replied. As he sat down I surveyed his new growth. 7'3" at least, and his pecs stuck out wider than ever with his XXXL green muscle T and looked ridiculous, a stretched and shredding rag across his massive smooth expanse of chest. It didn't help that his shirt popped up about 6 inches from his waistband on his blue-green floral print boardshorts. Which, by the way, bulged dangerously as never before as his junk pushed up when he sat down at the table. Mom was used to making big breakfasts, and she looked at Greg and headed back to the waffle maker.
Greg politely took a plate and four waffles off the tray with his fork and slathered them with butter and poured maple syrup all over them. Then he cut them and forked a giant mouthful into his handsome face and looked up at me and his hazel eyes sparkled under his shaggy brown loose curly hair and he smiled and winked at me when no one was looking. Trey look at Greg and rolled his eyes at me. But he had a sparkle in his eyes too and I knew that he was very competitive... in every department.
So that was how Greg ended up bigger than Trey.
I had learned my lesson, or so I thought. That was before the accident.
My Uncle Joe ended up in a pretty bad car accident, and he was seriously injured. They didn't know if he was going to make it. It was one of those things that happen at the wrong second and there was no avoiding it... shows how fast things can change, for good or bad.
I was glad we answered the cell phone when Mom called. I mean, I usually did answer the phone, you know, but, well, Mom's voice was shaking. We were to come home immediately.
My Mom told Trey and I on the front steps when we came home early from school. I never thought I would see that look on her face.
Trey and I went to the hospital of course and Uncle Joe was out like a light. He'd been pretty badly injured, and they'd sewn him back together.
"He's just got to get better!" Trey kept saying over and over again. I have to say that seeing him sit next to Uncle Joe's bed, looking so helpless... that was worse than seeing him short or weak. Why are hospitals so... clinical?
I went to the University lab- I jiggled the lock although I would have just as easily ripped off the doorknob if I had to and and went to his notes. I read them as fast as I could. I knew only a little bit of what his work was but he'd told me enough to give me some clues. It seemed that the regenerative part of the DNA muscle growth factors might help him heal. It would take a good dose, though- the scale on that was very low response curve- but it did work. I mixed up 4 teaspoons of 135 and snuck it into the hospital. I had to figure out where the cameras were in intensive care, and when the nurses came by. I refused to leave, and, well, there my size helped. I sat in the corner and read magazine articles to Uncle Joe although he was out like a light still. The doctors hadn't yet said the word coma.
After a while the nurses let me be and even let me sit with Uncle Joe after hours cause he was so critical. I took an eye dropper and started feeding him the solution. I had to bend over him like I was talking to him and block the camera with my back. I put in a few drops at a time. His health was fragile and he was very weak so I needed to do it slowly. I wouldn't have taken the risk but I'd heard the doctors talking. They didn't expect him to live. And if he did... well, it wouldn't be much of a life.
I'd mixed it strong so it didn't take more than a couple of evenings for me to give him the whole dose. He did look a bit taller and better, he was definitely healing. While I was waiting I read some more notes, and looked up reports on the internet, and tried my best to figure out what to give Uncle Joe. I couldn't ask for help, they'd surely take away all the Salts and I wouldn't be able to stop that, without stupid escalating violence, so my massive muscles were useless here. I had to use my brain and I sweated harder than I ever had. Finally I figured that the Sam GF that changed Sam more blonde had the possibility of healing while it re-wrote someone's DNA file- that was a clue that may have saved Uncle Joe. So I gave him 3 teaspoons more the next night again. And he woke up on day 6- his hair was blonde and shaggy and his eyes were a more penetrating blue. He was okay, a bit shakey.
"Travis" was the first thing he said when he woke up. I was across the room in about two seconds and was shouting and Trey ran down the hall and into the room and the nurses ran in and the doctors were they in a few minutes and they were all congratulating each other and taking credit for Uncle Joe's recovery. Well, they did save his life after the accident. The look on Mom's face... that was a great moment.
Trey got real quiet and I thought he was going to cry but he didn't. That was going to make me cry so I had to stamp my feet and congratulate the doctors and the nurses and I didn't get to say anything to Uncle Joe that night. They doctors rushed us out and Uncle Joe got some real sleep. Greg was beaming with happiness. He'd taken a shine to Uncle Joe.
The next day Uncle Joe was awake and smiling and I was able to speak to him a bit. His eyes opened wide when he realized what I was telling him. He didn't even notice he was taller and muscled but he was laid out in bed and I guess the whole coma thing was an excuse.
He told me he hadn't thought much about regeneration using the salts, as the response had been low on the graphs. But I guess it was enough to heal him, after he was sewn back together.
He regained his strength quickly from the influence of the salts and the DNA replication. The doctors said it was a miracle. He checked himself out before they wanted him to leave. But he had to, as his wounds were healing too fast.
Uncle Joe agreed that what I'd done was okay, was okay, because his life was in danger and we shook on it. A miraculous recovery- even his scars faded away and healed over with new skin. But he was six inches taller and my Mom thought she was going crazy. Also because he was like 45 and looked like he was 25. Apparently the DNA was regenerating and making him younger. We told everyone the shock had lightened his hair color. He was shaky enough for the first week that even his increased size didn't look as impressive as in the next few weeks when he started standing up.. straighter.
And... umm... Uncle Joe had always seemed kind of asexual to me. But the dosing had awakened whatever dormant libido he had and he ended up going out to gay clubs with Trey and Greg and I and Joey Franco. So he became a bit of a party animal. I noticed that his junk got bigger too. I wondered if he dosed himself some after the hospital. Not that I was going to ask. OR that he was going to admit. Nevertheless, he was 6'4" tall and looked damned good in an XL muscle t. Especially if he wore royal blue. It was that blue eyes blond hair thing going on with the blue speedo or muscle t... Nobody believed his age so he just started saying he was 27. That was at least believable to people.
Our entire relationship changed. Uncle Joe was a young guy now and dancing and making out and I know he had quite a few conquests of his own. We even flirted like friends do...we never quite crossed the line to full on make out sex. I thought about it a lot. But I decided against it. Bad idea, I guess, Uncle Joe was near and dear to me and I didn't want to fuck that up. I mean, I did, but just not that way. Okay, I wanted it both ways but I chose one. Whew. Good thing I hadn't dosed Uncle Joe with the sex performance GF.
As for myself I had learned to control my massive libido and my massive cock. It wasn't always easy. Wanting something so badly and not being allowed to touch it, or to share that feeling.... sometimes I felt lonely. I was a sexual athlete, a 16 times Olympic gold medal athlete in the sexolympics in the category of fucking insatiable fucking sex fucking sex fuck cumming. I I was tall, but not as tall as Greg, or Trey, or Joey, and I was muscular, but not as big as Joey, or even Greg, and I was hung- bigger than I'd ever dreamed- or wanted. I could even sit on my giant soft cock and tease my own anus as I got harder, and softer, a cushion with my huge cockhead pressing at my own sphincter before I grew a semi and it forced my anus open and slipped in... and then fuck myself for a while until I couldn't hold back and I had to pull my cock out of my own ass and let it grow fully hard, springing savagely, rampantly erect.
You see it wasn't the size of my monster that was the real thing that enslaved my life, it was the 4 teaspoons of genital/sex enhancer and and 2 teaspoons of pure sex enhancer that Austin slipped me. And constantly, in the back of my mind, I heard Austin's voice, "hey, turnabout is fair play." That echoed in my mind, every time the lust rose in me as inexorably as my cock rising against my muscled abdominals. Sometimes Greg, or Joey, or Trey, would come to help me and fuck me and suck me and I would pound their ass cumming 10, 15, 20 times in 3 or 4 hours, and the beast went back to sleep for a while... but always with one eye half open, ready to spring back to full attention, and my mind would dim as the lust overwhelmed my senses. And I even turned to gentle Austin, who was a giant, sexual monster himself, who was able to satiate my desires with his own. When I was with him, even in the act of sex, I couldn't help but think of being him being my angry muscle master, and that he had, in some twisted way, gotten his wish that I would be his superhung slave boy. That was the year that flew by and I had many conquests, but I managed to put in my time at school and even got some work part time weekends at a furniture factory... mindless but my muscles loved the exercise. My muscles couldn't get enough exercise, running, lifting, jumping, swimming, until they finally strained with sweaty exhaustion for a few minutes. That always, unfortunately, was followed by an intense sexual arousal within the hour.
But I learned not to let that switch in my head flip until it was safe to do so, and I learned to be satiated, if necessary, with less than complete sexual depletion, which was so hard for me to achieve, as the lust just rose higher and higher in my brain if left unbridled.
I looked forward to the day I was 18 and Joey and I were adults and could date more as adults... maybe even live together. I don't know if we would have ended up dating or not, if the Salts hadn't been in the picture. But they were, and we were so compatible. We didn't even need to finish each other's sentences. Sometimes we just looked at each other and we knew. It was best on those days. Being that close to someone was incredible.
That summer I was 17 Uncle Joe took us all to Hawaii. Joey and I and Trey and Fred and Greg and Sam. Joe had to (yeah I was calling him Joe. Joey was my bf and Joe was my uncle) ((Well, heck, he looked about 20! Uncle Joe just didn't work anymore!))
make up some BS scholarship excuse to include Sam, but once his parents knew it didn't cost them any money they were happy to see him go. Sam's little sister stayed with my Mom for the week we were gone. Sam wouldn't leave if she was home with his parents. I gotta tell you I never stopped thanking the universe for my Mom and Dad (and Joe) after I met Sam's parents.
At least the muscle growth made it possible for Sam to be strong physically, and that bolstered his mental strength. I really felt for those who were weak in those situations. We had it easier. It was easy to be strong.
Hawaii, what a paradise. The beach was sandy and the rain forest was full of jungle and the sun was sunny and the tropical rain was wet... it was wonderful. And there was a lot of pineapple juice. Greg took a liking to that, apparently they didn't get a lot of citrus in England. 6 ounces of OJ in the morning was a treat! And the water! Heaven... If I could breathe underwater I would never have come back up. Joey and I managed to have some fun underwater sex with some scuba tanks on a moonlit swim too. Wow. Variety... it helps!
Greg and Sam were... you know. and it was good. Except for one thing. Sam turned out to be a major size queen. And Greg was sure hung. But, Sam was always staring at me- cause, you know. It made Greg... well, Greg was pretty cool, but it would keep Sam's attention if Greg... was bigger, or at least as big, as I was.
Well, Sam was looking at my crotch a lot. Hell, I was looking at my crotch a lot. But he was definitely being cool. I decided on one final gift for Greg... and that was a teaspoon of the Fred genital growth factor.
I knew Sam wanted it and I knew Greg wanted Sam. I had been with Sam and he definitely liked it.
I know it's not usually polite to make people into freaks but this was a special case. So i had some with me in my pocket, and I contrived to sit next to Greg, and I put it in his food on the airplane. He of course sucked it down while complaining his salad was too salty. He promptly fell asleep, and woke up when we arrived in Hawaii 4 hours later.
THAT was fun. His expanded junk was pushing up (and expanding down his pants leg) and his seat belt was actually too tight so he had to loosen it.
Maybe one teaspoon was too much. But I knew Sam wouldn't complain. I guess it was the right thing to do, they are still together all this time later.
Greg even asked me about it. I told him Trey and I were huge and he was part of the family as well so it wasn't surprising he was superhung too. That seemed to... at least answer his question. Lamely, but he bought it. It made sense.
Joe (formerly Uncle Joe) was having a lot of fun with his new body. He was more normally sized than we were, I must say, and while our imposing physical presence was more noticeable he seemed to slip away with a lot of men and come back with a very satisfied smile. Guess he had the family sneak gene that Trey had. What? - Who, me? I don't know to what you are referring!
I wish Zeke could have come but he was off at some NFL training something camp summer something anyways he was getting his wish. He'd always be my friend no matter where he was and I knew it. He was massive and huge and hairy and ... very different on the outside, but on the inside, or when it was just us around, he was able to be just Zeke and not the NFL muscle monster.
Greg was so big now, Sam was very happy, if a bit sore. I felt somewhat sorry about that, and contrived to slip 2 tsp of Sam's special salt into his food the first night we were in Hawaii. He grew overnight 2 inches, and even more exaggerated muscles and cock, but I think the extra size let him handle Greg's monster cock. Maybe the fact I knew that Greg and Sam slept with Greg's Cock up Sam's ass that night helped the GF accomodate Sam to Greg. Whatever the causes, they seemed made for each other.
To be continued