The Bulkery: Baguette

“I’m telling you, if I hear one more word out of their stinkin’ mouths, I’m gonna punch beat every last one of them up,” Tim growled under his breath.

“Just don’t let it get to you,” Frank told him. “They’ll stop once you show them it doesn’t bother you.”

“But it does bother me!” Tim threw his hands in the air. “I work my ass off on the court, but all they do is laugh at me. Oh look, there goes the speeding midget! Hey Tiny Tim, be careful or else we might step on you. Hey Tiny Tim, still dreaming of doing a slam dunk? Everyday I’m busting my butt to keep our game up, but all they want to do is sit back and make jokes. Well fuck them!”

Frank sighed as he gave up trying to console his boyfriend. Tim was a great looking guy; short brown hair, blue eyes, a fit body and a killer smile to boot. Unfortunately he was cursed to be a short 5’6” tall. He had been hoping for a growth spurt ever since freshman year, but now that he was a senior he lost all hope of achieving even an average height. Despite this, he was a ferocious basketball player, one of the most dedicated athletes at school. Unfortunately, most people tend to overlook all of this due to his short stature.

“If only I was tall, then I’d show them what it’s like to be walked all over,” Tim muttered darkly.

Frank reached out and wrapped an arm around Tim. “Don’t feel too bad about yourself. If it makes you feel any better, I love you no matter how short you are.”

Immediately Tim’s rough scowl softened. “Thanks. I…I like you too.” He croaked.

Frank flashed a smile. “Here’s my stop,” he said as they came to a corner. “Promise me you’ll call me when you get home?”

“I promise.” Tim nodded.

“Talk to you soon, sweetie.” Frank winked, and then walked towards his home.

Tim watched Frank until he disappeared from sight, then began to make his own way home. Privately he wondered exactly what it was about him that landed such a great guy like Frank. Frank was tall and handsome, a very popular guy at school. He was an Honor roll student, captain of the track team and had a very magnetic personality as well as smart, athletic and had the patience of a rock. Tim wondered why someone like that would want him, a pitifully short midget? Though Tim was handsome in his own right and had a great 180 lbs. build, he was obsessed with his height. At night he would dream of towering over other people like an NBA star, everyone craning their necks just to look at his face. Instead, he was stuck as a short nobody that no one noticed.

But Frank still took a shine to him from the very first time they met freshman year. Frank was such a great guy that Tim wanted nothing better then to become a man he would be proud of. But after three years of waiting for a miracle growth spurt, he began to falter. What if Frank decided that Tim wasn’t worth the effort and move on? Not only was Tim short, but he had the sensitivity of a jackass. He couldn’t even say “I love you too” for Christ’s sake.

Tim jammed his hands into his pockets. If only he were bigger…

It was then that Tim noticed his surroundings. It wasn’t the usual chain of stores he was used to seeing, but instead a rather rundown street. Confused, he looked around. Somehow, while he had been deep in thought, he must’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere. He couldn’t remember seeing any pawnshops or bakeries or an abandoned apartment building before. He was definitely lost.

He probably could have wandered around and eventually find his way back, but the thought of wandering around a sketchy part of town made him think twice. He didn’t want some thugs to jump him out of nowhere. Instead, he decided to go and ask directions, as much as his manly pride hated to do so. Tim gave one look at the pawn shop before moving on. It didn’t exactly look like the safest place to be in. Knocking on the apartment building was definitely out of the question. All that was left was the bakery.

The bakery was surprisingly ordinary looking despite its surroundings. It was made out of red brick with large glass windows to display its wares. There wasn’t a scrap of trash in front of it, or streaks on the window, or cracks anywhere. Hell, Tim couldn’t even find a spot of dirt anywhere near that store. Each brick was placed perfectly even with each other, every inch of glass completely spotless. It was just so clean and organized that it looked almost alien when you put it between a dirty pawn shop and an abandoned building. Still, it didn’t give Tim any bad vibes, so he pushed the door open and entered.

The inside was just as neat and tidy as the outside. The wooden flooring looked like it was constantly swept and washed, and every nook and cranny dutifully dusted. There were no tacky decorations or overly ornate items, just simple shelves and a cooler for cold pastries. However, it couldn’t be called bare. Each shelf was covered with all sorts of breads and other baked goods. There were stacks, bags, boxes and baskets. Some were simple looking. Others look unique and interesting to taste. As Tim looked around, he couldn’t help but compare this place to something from a children’s storybook.

“May I help you?” a deep voice asked.

Tim had been so busy looking at his surroundings that he didn’t notice the baker had come out from the back. “Ah, yeah, I need some…”

He choked when his eyes landed on the man behind the counter. The man was simply HUGE! Muscles packed upon muscles, this man looked like he should own the monopoly of every bodybuilding title in the universe! Despite his crisp white uniform, apron and dark slacks, his bulging body was very apparent. The baker had his sleeves rolled up neatly to his elbows so Tim could see those huge forearms. Shit, they were as thick as Tim’s own legs! Those biceps looked so big inside those cotton sleeves that it was entirely possible that they were larger then his head! The baker had shoulders as broad as Tim was tall, and stuffed full of muscles. His chest looked like two whole sides of beef were cemented on and even behind the apron Tim could see the faint outline of a great set of abdominals.

But the thing that had the most impact on Tim was this man’s height! Shit, this baker was so tall that his head almost touched the ceiling. The man must be 8 feet tall, if not something close to it! And with Tim’s short stature, this man was even more impressive, especially when Tim discovered he only came up to the bottom of the man’s barrel chest. With such dreamy hair and a distinguished beard, he was in complete awe. This baker had Tim’s ideal figure! Height, muscles, strength…not only that, he was handsome too!

“Well?” the baker asked curiously. It was then Tim noticed that he had been visibly staring at the giant hulk, and he quickly regained his composure.

“Er, I just made a wrong turn somewhere and I somehow got lost. Can you tell me how to get back to the main streets?”

To Tim’s relief, the giant smiled. “Of course, I’d be happy to.”

For a brief moment Tim had been afraid that this man would look down at him like every other guy who was taller then Tim. The little guy knew that not everyone in the world that was 6’0” and over was big bastards, but old habits died hard. “Thanks. But man do I feel stupid, getting lost like this. I didn’t even know there was a bakery all the way out here.”

“Not many people do.” The baker nodded. “But don’t belittle yourself for getting lost; people tend to stumble upon my store by accident all the time.”

Though the baker obviously didn’t mean any offense, the word ‘belittle’ stung Tim’s ego pretty hard, and his temper flared up. Not only did he have to deal with the taunts from the jerks at school, but now even this huge Herculean hulk was looking down on him.

However, the warm smile from that big man’s face brought up his spirits slightly. And besides, the baker didn’t mean to hurt his feelings intentionally. Still, Tim felt a bit guilty for thinking bad about the baker. To make up for it, he decided to buy something from the store. Quickly he scanned the room for something that looked good and cheap. Eventually, however, his eyes landed on one particular item that seemed to stand out to him.

“Hey,” Tim asked, “what’s that bread right there?” He pointed at a basket filled with long, pole-like loaves of bread.

“Oh, that?” The baker went over to the basket, his heavy footsteps sending small vibrations through the wooden floor. “They’re baguettes. It’s a popular form of French bread, as well as one of my personal favorites. I just set these out a few minutes ago, so they’re still fresh and warm.” The baker looked over at Tim and gave him a dazzling smile. Somehow, the way the man spoke was so hypnotic and alluring that Tim was having trouble thinking straight.

“Would you like to buy some?” the baker asked him.

Somehow, one thing led to another and the next thing Tim knew he was walking down the street leading home and carrying an oversized loaf of bread in his arms. He stopped abruptly to look at the sudden situation. How had he gotten here again? He vaguely remembered giving the baker some money and buying the baguette, but other than that, he couldn’t remember the trip between there and here.

He looked down at the loaf of bread in his hand and shrugged. Oh well, he was back in familiar turf now, so it didn’t really matter. The long loaf emitted a rather delicious smell and made Tim’s stomach growl. He knew he shouldn’t eat anything before dinner, but…

“One bite couldn’t hurt,” he said as he tore off the end and bit into it. Immediately his eyes widened. It…it was absolutely exquisite! The texture of the hard crust was thick and crunchy, but the insides were so soft and fluffy it felt like eating a cloud. And it felt so light and warm! The bread he was used to eating now seemed like cold, hard sponges compared to this. And the taste…it was beyond words! It was somehow both sweet and savory at the same time, and it seemed almost as if each bite melted in his mouth while he chewed. It was something so grand and divine that he quickly ate the piece he had and tore another chunk off of the baguette. By the time he had reached home, the long piece of bread had completely vanished into his stomach.

“Shit, I got carried away,” Tim moaned as he patted his belly. “But that was the best tasting bread I’ve ever had. I should have saved Frank a piece. Ah well, I’ll make it up to him some other way.”

As soon as he was able to Tim headed up into his room, leaned back in his desk chair and dialed Frank’s number.

“Hello?” Frank’s voice came when he picked up.

“Hey there, Frank.” Tim said. “Did you miss me?”

“Er…yeah…” Frank said uncertainly into the phone. “I’m sorry, but may I ask who this is?”

“It’s me, Tim.” He said, frowning. Usually Frank knew right away it was him.

“Tim? Oh, sorry, but for a moment there you sounded like a different person,” Frank replied.

“Different? How was I different?” he asked curiously.

“I don’t know.” Frank said uncertainly. “It must’ve been my imagination.”

They made some small talk after that. Tim asked Frank about his day, how his parents were doing and so on. While he was talking, his hand drifted up and began rubbing his abs under his shirt. Though he already knew he was ripped, seemed different somehow. They felt deeper, harder, more defined. He ignored it as a figment of his imagination and continued his conversation with Frank until it was time for the both of them to go. After that, Tim did his homework, ate dinner and went to bed.

That night Tim dreamed what he always dreamed. He was a giant, looming over everything and everyone. He grinned as people looked up at him with awe at his massive height and great muscular body. He was positively colossal! His muscles were all bulging with power in proportions that surpassed all bodybuilders that ever lived. Laughing madly, he went on a rampage and crushed the cars of those bastards who used to make fun of him. He would reveal in the sound of metal crunching under the sole of his foot like he was stomping on a soda can. He was the biggest and strongest man alive, and they knew it.

Then something out of the ordinary happened. When he looked down, he saw Frank standing far below, gazing up at his gigantic body. Unlike all of the other people, Frank was not terrified at all. Instead, he just looked up at him with a calm face. Carefully, Tim knelt down and took Frank into his hand, careful not to crush him in his powerful grip. As he lifted Frank upwards, Frank reached out and caressed the boulder like abdominals, caressed the huge pectoral mounds until finally they were face to face. The two of them looked into each other’s eyes until they broke out into a smile, then Tim tilted his head forward to give Frank a big, giant kiss.

When he woke up the next morning Tim just laid in bed, wondering. He had never dreamed of Frank like that before. Sure, they were boyfriends, but his dreams had always been focused on only revenge. Lying in bed he felt something else was off other then his dreams, but paid it no mind as he got ready for school. When he put on his clothes, however, he discovered that they felt somewhat small and tight against his body. When he looked down to see what was wrong, his eyes widened and bulged out of their sockets. He was bigger! Somehow during the night he had somehow gained at least 15 lbs. worth of muscle mass. His once loose clothing was now stretched taut across his increased body like a second skin and hugged every curve and crevice. But what excited him the most was the fact that the hem of his shirt and jeans were now hiking above their usual spots and revealed his ankles and his belly button. Quickly he ran over to the wall where he had diligently recording his height for the past years. Using a book, he measured his height and marked the wall, then turned around to observe the results.

He was now 5’8 ¼.”

“I’m taller!” he cried out. He didn’t know why or how it happened, but he was just so damn happy that he didn’t care. He was taller! Sure, he wasn’t as huge as he wanted to be, but at least he was now 2 ¼ inches more the man then he was yesterday!

Stoked by this sudden development, Tim threw off his jeans and boxers and began to stroke his dick right away. Shit, even his dick felt bigger! His manhood felt thicker and longer in his hand, making the feeling of jacking off that much more enjoyable. The blood rushed into his 7 ½ inch dick, pumping it into a full erect state. With his free hand, he began to explore his body, feeling those new 15 pounds. His arms, his chest and his quads, everything on him felt larger and harder. In his mind, he imagined himself growing even bigger then before, looming over other people like the giant in his dreams. Unable to contain himself any more he threw his head back as he came, white hot fluid squirting out and splattering onto his hand.

It took Tim a few quick, short breaths before he recovered from his orgasm. Damn, he’d never had an orgasm that hot before. Quickly he wiped himself off with some tissues and stripped off his shirt to change for school. He went through several articles of clothing, but all of them were too snug or short for his bigger body. Finally, he had to settle for the oversized clothes he had bought years back when he had been anxiously waiting to grow into.

Before, those clothes had been ridiculously oversized on his previous 5’6” 175 lbs. frame. Now, they seemed more fashionably baggy than oversized. The idea of fitting into those clothes got Tim all pumped up once again, and he began to look forward to strutting around in them. He grabbed his backpack, ate a quick breakfast downstairs and then made his way to school.

It was weird, walking to school. He had taken that same route every day for the past four years, but now it was like he using it for the first time. Everything looked so different somehow. It was as if gaining two inches had completely changed his perspective on everything. And he loved it. It didn’t matter that he was only two inches higher and still a bit under average, he felt like he was on top of the world. And he felt strong too! His bigger muscles gave him a boost in his step that felt like he was walking on air.

Before he knew it, he had already reached his destination. A glance at his watch told him that he was earlier than usual, but instead of waiting around he decided to go see Frank, who should be at the school tracks.

There, Tim found Frank doing his last lap. Leaning against the railing of the bleachers, he watched Frank run. It always made Tim feel better whenever he watched Frank run like he had wings on his feet, the sweat glistening on his tanned skin, the way his hair bounced, the way his muscles flexed and bunched as he moved and his package bounced up and down...

God, he was so turned on.

After he finished his last lap, Frank headed towards the showers. Tim thought about following him and joining him, soaping each other up and make out underneath the hot steam, but at the last minute decided not to. He still hadn’t figured out a way to explain how he had grown several inches overnight…not that he understood himself.

As he made his way back to school, Tim began to fidget as he felt his feet feel cramped in his shoes. The clothes that had thought to be baggy on him now felt more like normal clothes, perhaps even slightly tighter then he was used to. He shrugged it off, however, thinking that he was just unused to his new size. However, what he didn’t know that he had grown two and a half inches and almost twenty five whole pounds of pure muscle since leaving his house. He now stood at 5’11” and weighed 220 lbs.

As he walked through the hallways, people were starting to notice him. Before they would pass by since he was so short, but now that he was looking at them eye to eye they could see that he was really quite the stud. The attention made Tim’s ego swell, so he stuck out his well developed chest out and walked with his head held high.

“Hey look, it’s Tiny Tim!” Someone snickered. Tim whirled around, his eyes angrily searching for the speaker.

“Heh, look at him try to act all cool and shit,” another guy said. This time Tim recognized the voice as Nick, a guy on the same basketball team as he was.

“I can’t believe coach hasn’t kicked him off yet,” the first voice said.

“Don’t worry; it won’t be long until he realizes that the midget over there is dead weight.” Nick laughed, and the voices faded away.

Tim clenched his fists tightly, his muscles bulging hard. He was about to pound on the locker when he slowly relaxed himself. He’ll show them at basketball practice today. He’ll show them all.

In class, Tim kept on thinking how he needed to become even bigger. Even though he was average height now, he wanted to tower over those jerks. He wanted them to crane their necks back so they can look him in the face. He wanted to see them cower when he flexed a muscle that far outsized any of theirs, and squirm when he used his superior strength to pin them to the mat.

As he sat there in his desk, he shifted his weight uncomfortably. His clothes feel a bit snug on him, possibly a bit tight. If he looked in a mirror, he would have seen that his pecs have billowed out the front of his shirt, pushing it up and out as with each breath they puffed up just the slightest bit bigger. His arms filled the sleeves taut, the biceps and triceps now bulging at 18 and a half inches around. Although the waist of his pants was still baggy around his perfect abs, his jeans fit around his thicker quads and calves rather snuggly, and even his ass filled his seat as they became two big melons.

When the bell finally rang, Tim had gained an additional 48 pounds and another 2 inches of height, now 6’1” and 268 lbs. of pure muscle beef. When he stood up, he grimaced as his shoes pinched his now big feet. Shit, what was wrong with these clothes? They were way too small for him! He thought about how he should have picked bigger clothes, not remembering that these had been baggy when he tried them on that very same morning. Quickly he hobbled out of the classroom and into the hall and made his way to Frank’s locker. Frank wouldn’t mind if he borrowed an extra shirt and flip flops, and as for pants he could just use his PE shorts.

Once he got his change of clothes, he went into the bathroom and locked himself in to change. As he stripped down, he glanced at the mirror and stopped in the middle of pulling on the new shirt.

Was that…was that him? Tim looked a bit more closely. His muscles looked swollen, like he had a killer pump at the gym or something. Everything bulged and flexed as he twisted and turned to get a good look at himself. When he flexed his arm, a bicep a big as a softball popped up and peaked far bigger than any pump he could achieve in the weight room. Taking a good look at himself, he noticed that everything as indeed smaller than he remembered.

Was he still growing bigger?

Before he could think more on this, the bell rang again, signaling the start of the next period. Swearing, he yanked on the clothes, stuffed his old ones in his backpack and ran to his physics class.

While the teacher went on and on about the scientific formulas on the board, Tim explored his body a bit more. As he squeezed his arms, he found himself met with something as hard as a rock. His chest was full and heavy, so big and huge they looked as if they could do pushups endlessly without tiring. Rubbing his hand against his abs, he could only marvel at how deep and cut they felt to him. When he tensed up his legs, Tim could feel the shorts stretch to fit around his bulging quads.

All that touching and flexing was enough to make his cock reel out, but it felt tightly confined inside of his now too small boxers, which were trying to contain his growing meat and bubble butt.

Tim’s self exploration came to a halt when his physics teacher Mr. Brown handed back his test. He groaned when he was the big, red D in the corner. A few more bad grades and he’ll be put off the team for academic probation.

The bell rang and Tim started to get up to go for lunch.

“Tim, can you stay behind please?” Mr. Brown called him out.

Tim blinked and waited. After all of the other students left, he walked up to his teacher’s desk. “You wanted to talk with me?”

“It’s about your test,” Mr. Brown started.

Tim winced and prepared himself for a lecture.

However, Mr. Brown was thinking of something completely different. Standing up, Mr. Brown looked Tim up and down. “I’ve never noticed how big you’ve gotten Tim.”

“I’ve…hit a growth spurt.”

“I can see that…” Mr. Brown eyes scanned Tim with something akin to hunger. “Well, as you know, with all your bad grades academic probation is looming close. And with the basketball team only a few games away from the championship, I don’t think any of us can afford losing you.”

“I’ll study hard, I promise.” Tim told him.

“Ah, but why work so hard?” Mr. Brown asked. “After all, a big, strong guy like you has to concentrate on your game, right?”

“Right…” Tim frowned, not getting where this was going.

Mr. Brown stepped forward. “I can make all your history problems go away…for the right price.” Reaching out, Mr. Brown stuck his hand under Tim’s shirt and felt his sexy abs.

Tim’s eyes widened as he jumped back. “Dude, are you hitting on me!?”

“Hitting is such a strong word.” Mr. Brown approached him again. “I prefer to call it scientific investigation.”

“It’s still wrong!” Tim yelled at him.

Mr. Brown flinched back, but still he wouldn’t give up. “Come on Tim, why waste your time when you can take the easy way out? All you gotta do is stand there and let me do what I want with you, and you’ll never have to worry about your grades again. What do you have to lose?”

“A boyfriend,” Tim said firmly.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Mr. Brown pressed on.

“Listen here you skinny ass fucker!” Tim growled as he grabbed and lifted Mr. Brown by the front of his shirt, his muscles flexing dangerously. “I’m not going to betray him just to get a fuckin’ A on a test, even if it means I’ll get kicked off the team. Now I’m gonna pretend this never happened, but if you try to make a move on me one more time, I’ll rip out your legs so you’ll be shorter then I used to be before I report you to the principal.”

Mr. Brown gave a whimper and nodded, his eyes wide and all of the arousal gone.

Disgusted by the whole thing, Tim dropped him and walked out, his hair barely grazing the top of the door. Quickly he hurried to the cafeteria to grab some lunch before meeting up with Frank. The little ‘talk’ with Mr. Brown had really affected his timing because Tim found himself waiting at the end of a very long line. He would’ve just skipped lunch and go straight to his boyfriend if it weren’t for Frank’s “never skip a meal” rule. Frank always put Tim’s welfare and health first, and didn’t want him starving himself just for a short lunch period.

As he waited, Tim tried to get used to how different everything looked. Before he would always be pushed in the crowd, but now everyone gave him plenty of room. It was mind blowing how he was looking over people’s heads without even tip-toeing up anymore. People were giving him looks and lustful stares, and he loved it.

As soon as he got his food, Tim rushed to their usual spot under a nice big tree. When he got there, he was disappointed to find no one there and on the bench was a neatly folded note addressed to him. Setting down his lunch tray, Tim opened the note and read it.

Tim, sorry I couldn’t meet you but something came up. I’ll meet you after practice today.

-Love Frank

Tim sighed as he set down the note. He’d been anxious to see Frank all day long, but it looked as if he’ll have to wait a few more hours. All he had to do was finish the school day and get through practice.

Suddenly the corner of his lips rose at the thought of practice. He wondered how freaked out those jerks would be when they saw the new him. That was something to look forward to. Privately he wondered if he’ll grow any bigger until then.

* * *

Nick arrived at basketball practice looking forward to making fun of his favorite midget. How that half-pint was still on the team, he didn’t know, but he enjoyed every moment making him suffer.

Nick walked up to his buddies grinning. “So, is the munchkin here yet?”

“Nah man, we ain’t seen him yet.”

“Course, he’s so small we could be standing right on him and not even notice!”

They all broke out laughing. Nick was about to make another crack when the ground began to shake a bit.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

To Nick it felt as if someone heavy was stomping their way across the gym. He was going to ignore it and continue talking with his friends when Nick noticed that their faces paled. It wasn’t until a huge shadow fell on him that he turned around.

Standing behind him was a giant. The figure stretched to roughly 7’2” tall, his body engorged with muscle. Everywhere Nick looked, there was something that bulged and swelled towards him. The giant’s pecs shot out like missiles, stretching the jersey out. Those shoulders were so wide; they looked to be almost five feet across! Despite the sheer size of the torso, however, the waist was small, giving a freakish and extreme V-shape to the guy’s figure. To balance out the man’s super sized upper body, his lower half were similarly mind blowing. The giant’s quads were so freaking huge, the basketball shorts were stretched taut by their bulk. The calves were also big, looking as if someone had stuffed a softball under the skin. The man wore flip flops, but his feet were so big and long that he might as well have gone barefoot. This man was vision of pure, raw, alpha-male power.

“Who’s the tiny one now?” Tim boomed as he smirked down at the smaller men.

Nick blanched as he realized who the giant was. Automatically he turned to run, but Tim’s quick reflexes and long arms caught him before he could escape.

“Let me go!” Nick yelled as he tried to hit Tim, but his punches fell far too short of connecting. He pounded on the arms holding him, but they might as well been bug bites.

Tim laughed at him. “What’s wrong? Too small and weak to break free? Maybe you should work out a bit more and drink your milk, because you feel as light as fuck.” Casually he tossed Nick up, the jock flying ten feet into the air before Tim caught him again. Even though Nick was 6’3” and 215 of lean hard muscle, he might as well been a rag doll in Tim’s huge hands.

Nick was suddenly aware of the situation he was in. Desperately he looked towards his friends, but they were all so scared that they could only watch.

Tim gave Nick a few more tosses before dropping him down on the hardwood. Before nick could scramble away, Tim pressed his foot on top of him and pinned him down.

“Whoops, sorry Nick, didn’t see ya down there.” Tim laughed at him. “You know how it is with us big guys; sometimes we don’t notice the little bugs on the ground until after we step on them.” Slowly Tim put more of his weight into his foot, Nick flailing underneath his sole.

“P-please dude, don’t hurt me!” He squealed. “Fuck, you’re too big! Please don’t crush me!”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Tim removed his foot from the asshole. Shaking, Nick pushed himself back onto his feet, his body hunched over and his eyes on the ground fearfully.

“Look at me Nick.” Tim ordered.

Flinching, Nick obeyed.

Grinning from ear to ear, Tim went over to the basket and pulled out a basketball. “I want you to watch this.” He began dribbling down the court. In three long strides he reached the pole, his legs bunched up before springing upwards, sending him soaring through the air high. His arm arched back, and then slammed the ball through the hoop so hard that the backboard shattered and fell to the ground, completely demolished.

Turning towards his onlookers, he placed his hands on his hips and smirked. “THAT is how I slam dunk.”

Everyone’s mouth was open as they stared at the sight: a powerful giant standing over a wreck that was a testament of his godly strength.

“Okay then, how about we start practice?” Tim smiled evilly.

* * *

Frank hurried towards the gym. His track coach had held him and his team back to run some extra laps, so it totally made him late to meet Tim.

As he rounded a corner, he ran right into something that felt like a solid brick wall. Right before he could fall, someone caught him and helped him back upright.

“Ow, sorry, I didn’t see…” Frank trailed off when he saw who it was he ran into. The figure in front of him was just too big to be real! Clad in a too small jersey and shorts, the giant stood high and mighty above Frank. Muscles were flexing everywhere, and it didn’t look as if there were a gram of fat on him at all. Over seven feet tall, Frank had to crane his neck back to look into the man’s face.

“Hey there hon, I was just about to go look for you.” Tim smiled warmly down at his boyfriend.

“T-Tim?” Frank gawked. “Is that you?”

“Yea, it’s me.” Tim chuckled.

“W-what happened to you? You’re…you’re huge!

“I don’t know really.” Tim shrugged, the muscles in his shoulders swelled and pushed up against each other. “I just woke up this morning and started growing like mad.”

Frank was speechless as he looked at his bigger boyfriend. Tim leaned forward and bounced his pecs inches from Frank’s face.

“So Frank, am I big enough for you?” Tim asked.

Frank’s head jerked up. “What do you mean big enough?”

“Big enough to be worthy of you,” He crossed his thick arms over his barrel chest.

“Worthy of…” He mouthed. “Tim, I never, ever thought of you unworthy! I didn’t care how tall you were, all I cared about was you.”

“Really?” Tim’s eyes softened up a bit.

“Fuck yeah!” Frank looked at him seriously. “And if you did something to yourself just to make yourself taller…”

“No, I was seriously telling the truth Frank.” Tim reached out and took hold of the smaller guy. It was strange that he now had to look down at him, but Tim found it to feel…right somehow. “But…does this mean you don’t find me attractive anymore now that I’m bigger than you?”

“Actually, I thought you were hot before,” Frank admitted a bit shyly, “but now you’re sexy as hell.”

Those words caused Tim’s tool to harden. Frank’s eyes grew wide when he saw the outline of a huge cock snaked down one leg of Tim’s shorts, the head peeking out of the bottom.

“Fuck, I can’t hold myself any longer.” Tim grabbed Frank and roughly kissed him. Frank moaned and melted against Tim’s hard, sexy cures as his hands began exploring his lover’s body.

Within moments Tim ripped off his clothes. They were too small for him anyhow, so it wasn’t like he was going to need them anymore. He carefully undressed Frank however, treating him tenderly.

“Tim, you’re so big.” Frank moaned as he kissed a trail down Tim’s bull neck to the collarbone.

Tim flexed his muscles, making them swell and bulge against Frank. Fuck, Frank was so hot. Even though Tim was much bigger now, Frank was still a handsome bastard. Tim’s foot long erect dick was aching to be inside of him, pressing against that tight ass. But out of concern for Frank, he held himself back.

Frank could see Tim’s hesitation and gently stroke his lover’s pulsating shaft. “It’s okay, I can take it.”

Nodding, Tim thrust himself inside as gently as he could. Frank gave a sharp gasp as something thick, hard and hot penetrated him. He writhed against Tim in pure pleasure as he felt his giant pushed himself further in, filling him unlike anything before. Soon, every last centimeter of Tim’s cock had entered, and the rocking of the hips began.

In, out, in, out, a slow, yet sensual pace brought the two of them to new heights of ecstasy. Louder and louder they both moaned, Frank kissing those pillow like pecs and Tim happy to flex and make them push into his love’s waiting mouth.

The pace quickened as the two of them got closer. Frank’s own hard dick was being squeezed between their two hot bodies, sending waves of pleasure through his body with every flex, thrust and rub. Frank felt his balls clench and release his load onto their abs.

Feeling Frank blow his load sent Tim over the edge as his own balls churned and flooded his lover’s insides. Frank screamed as he felt Tim orgasm, collapsing against that rock hard body as he felt greater than he ever felt before.

When they were both done cumming, the two collapsed against the gym wall, holding onto each other dearly.

“I love you, Tim,” Frank said softly as he nuzzled those thick, powerful arms.

“I…I love you too, Frank,” Tim answered.

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