O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Good Morning

by Redkage

I love mornings. Most other people hate them, trying their best to stay in bed, hiding under the covers and pillows in a sad attempt to go back to sleep and avoid leaving the warm comfort. Me, I love it because I never exactly knew how much bigger I grew. Sometimes it was a centimeter, sometimes it was a few inches and sometimes I didn’t grow at all. One morning I woke up and found myself half a foot taller. I like to think of these little surprises as nature’s way to make mornings special.

As I laid there on my bed, I once again took note of how my arms and legs hung off the edges and grazing the floor. I had just bought this king size bed three weeks ago, and already I was out growing it! Smiling broadly, I laid there for one more minute before sitting up and stretched my long thick arms reaching high above with my traps and deltoids brushing against my ears as I felt the muscle fibers in my body flex in unison to burn off any remnants of sleep. As I did, the covers fell off of me, revealing my gloriously naked body. The fresh crisp air caused my nipples to harden into stiff points on my huge expanse of my hairy chest. I couldn’t see past those bulging pecs of mine, but below them I felt 12 distinct bumps underneath my palm, each separated by a deep ridge.

Finally I got out of bed, standing up to my full height only to have the top of my head bump on the ceiling. Fuck, I finally did it! My head was finally touching the ceiling! The ceiling in my house was 10 feet tall, which meant that during the night I had shot up just a “little” over two inches! I would have jumped for joy but I didn’t want to make a big hole in the ceiling…yet.

I walked over to the open bathroom entrance and walked in, noting how my shoulders nearly touched the sides as I made my way through. I had hired a contractor to get rid of all the doorways and widen all of the entrances in my house a month back since I kept on ripping chunks of the frame out whenever my pecs, arms or ass bumped into them whenever I tried to squeeze on through them. I might just have to call him again soon though, since I was starting to outgrow these modifications as well.

I stepped into the shower and began lathering up. It took quite a bit of time to lather up every inch of me, and it wasn’t because I enjoyed touching myself (even though I did.) Since I had such a huge and expansive physique, there were just some spots on my body I couldn’t reach anymore. I was extremely flexible for a man of my size, but when you have bowling ball biceps and pecs the size of turkeys, it was inevitable that I had a few hard to reach places. For those spots I used my soap on a stick, something I had found in a store completely by accident but found actually useful for giving me a thorough cleaning. Sometimes I’d go through four of them in a week. Eventually I reached my cock, and dear god what a cock it was. It was as big and long as my leg…well, back when I was a normal sized adult, but at 2 and a half feet long and 15 inches around, it was still mind boggling. I took the soap and lathered it up, moaning as it grew bigger and harder in my hands. The water and the suds made my hands glide across the organ smoothly. Soon I was pumping my cock furiously, pre squirting out of the mushroom head with every jerk.

And then I came. White hot cum shot out of my cock with a volume and force matching the water coming out of the showerhead. Shot after shot I came, white sticky cum splattering everywhere. I roared as I jerked my volcano of a cock, the pure sexual ecstasy nearly knocking me out. When my cock was finally shooting, I was thoroughly covered with my own seed. Letting out a content sigh, I picked up the soap I had dropped and proceeded to wash myself all over again.

After forty five minutes I finally finished cleaning up just as I used up all of the hot water. In the back of my head I made a mental note to get a bigger water heater so I could take some longer shower. I grabbed my towel (which was actually two jumbo sized towels sewn together) from the rack and dried myself off, then checked myself in the mirror. Damn, I was looking ruggedly hot today as well. I wasn’t actually into growing a full beard, but the stubble on my face just made it look that much more masculine. And it wasn’t just my face that was having a wild growth of hair. Hair had started sprouting everywhere on my body. There was the usual forest on my forearms and shins, but now I had a light coating on my big pecs and abs. I used to be into the smooth look, but dayum I was one hot bear of a man! I guess when I was 250 lbs. the smooth look was good, but now that I was 900 lbs., I loved the hairy look, it made me look even more manly than before. I decided to forgo the shaving that morning and went back into my room to find some clothes.

Do you know how hard it is to find stuff to wear when you’re constantly growing? It’s especially difficult when you grow at seemingly random rates daily. I guess if it were a normal person they’d be frustrated as hell, but I enjoyed the challenge. It was fun trying different shirts and pants and find out how many I ripped before I found one that not only fit, but was tight enough to show off my body. I grabbed a random shirt from the drawer and held it up. This one must’ve escaped my notice for awhile because it was tailored for when I was 200 lbs. lighter. Instead of putting it back, I tried to pull it on. Right away the sleeves ripped apart as I forced my 40 inch arms into them….or at least, I assumed they were 40 inches. Yesterday my guns measured at 39 inches cold, and I had gained probably 40-50 lbs. of pure muscle since then. I didn’t want to rip the rest of the shirt before I could get it on, so I exhaled all of the air in my lungs and carefully tugged it down. The shirt was literally skin tight, the threads straining to stay together as they were being stretched to the limits by my pecs. Somehow I managed to pull it past my chest and got it to cover my top two rows of abs, but I can still see them clearly outlined through my shirt.

I checked myself in the mirror to see how I looked, and damn I was looking great! To say the shirt was like a second skin would be ridiculous, because it looked like I would hulk out of it any second. I looked simply massive (well, that was already obvious.) The tiny, undersized shirt only accentuated my god-like body. I could easily see every striation through the fabric, watch them swell and contract with every movement I made. My stiff nipples had actually ripped two tiny holes and peeked out, an extremely hot sight to see. The shirt also left my lower abs exposed, making me look like I was teasing people, though clothed or naked people would stare at me regardless! I stood there like that admiring my handiwork before I took in a deep breath. Riiiiiiiiip! The shirt split right down the front and the seams on the side popped. A few scraps of cloth hung on though, so I hit a most muscular pose, causing the rest of the shirt to fly off. God that felt awesome!

I went through two more shirts like that before I finally hit one that fit me right. It was tight on me, but not too tight that it would rip from the slightest movement. I experiment with the durability by flexing a few muscles. When I flexed my arm, the sleeve allowed my bicep to rise up and peak beautifully without difficulty, and when I bounced my pecs a few times the front didn’t blow out like it did with the first shirt. With my shirt out of the way, I proceeded with the more difficult article of clothing; pants.

Shirts are a lot easier to find, but to find a pair of pants that not only is big enough to let my huge tree trunk legs go through them, but also hug my tiny 38 inch waist was pretty hard to do. If the waistband was too small, my quads would shred them apart. If the waistband was too big, it would just hang off loose on my ridiculously small waist. Vaguely I remembered contemplating if I should try and grow a gut to try and fill up that space when I remembered that all of the food I ate would be converted straight to muscle anyway, so I’d just have to keep trying. It looked like it was going to be a warm, sunny day so I went for some shorts. I had long abandoned normal button and zipper pants since none of them could fit me, so I had to resort to elastic bands and drawstrings. Holding a pair up, I slowly put one leg through. It was quite a sight seeing a giant, muscle-bloated man like myself balancing on one leg trying to fit in some teeny tiny shorts, and if I looked at the mirror right now I would either laugh out loud or go hard. When both legs were in the holes, I began pulling it up. The waistband got caught at the thickest point of my quads. I resisted the urge to squeeze my legs together since that would only make them flex and tear the thing apart and pulled it up gently. Eventually the waistband slipped upwards and I was able to pull it up completely. It was the first time in a long while that I had gotten the right pair of pants on my first try, though I was kind of disappointed. A part of me had wanted to see my legs burst out of these, but there was always tomorrow morning to look forward to. And when I saw how the shorts showed off my huge bulge in front and hugged my beautifully full ass, I didn’t stay disappointed for long.

With my clothes finally on, I made my way towards the kitchen. The smell of breakfast got stronger as I approached it, making my ripped stomach growl noisily. When I came into view of the dining table, I saw that every inch of it was covered in food. There were two platters of scrambled egg, a pile of sausages, a bowl of hash browns, eight thick cut juicy steaks, three whole loaves of bread, eight gallons of milk and on the side was a bowl full of oranges, just waiting to have their juices squeezed out of them.

“Good morning Hank.” A very handsome and decently muscular man greeted me as he fried some bacon.

“Morning Gary.” I greeted back. Gary was my stay home nurse. He was actually a full-fledged doctor, but I liked to tease him every now and again. Ever since my growth was discovered, he had been living with me to observe the “miraculous medical marvel” as he described it, but we both knew it was just an excuse to stay close to me and watch me grow bigger every day because we both got off on it.

“Go ahead and have a seat while I start working on seconds.” Gary told me as he finished the bacon and began cracking another carton of eggs.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I laughed as I sat down on the floor. There was no chair in the world that could withstand having almost a ton of man sitting on it. I didn’t mind sitting on the floor however, my bulbous ass gave me enough cushion and I was so tall that I was level with the table even without a seat. I started grabbing food with my bare hands and shove it into my mouth. My big hands were no longer suited for a knife and fork anymore, but if I could a piece of steel in my mouth like a stick of gum, a few eggs and steaks wouldn’t be a problem.

As usual the food tasted awesome, but I didn’t spend my time savoring them. Once I had my first bite my body became an eating machine. My appetite had grown with the rest of my body, and seeing how everything I ate seemed to fuel my growth, I did my best to give it what it wanted. Sometimes I could swear I could feel my body break down the food in my stomach and the nutrients saturate my cells, energizing them and giving them material to grow more sinew, more bone, more muscle, all of which also demanded food. It was an endless cycle of eating and growing, and I loved every round of it. I ate and I ate, and when I cleared a plate Gary would bring me another one, so I ate that too. When I got thirsty I would grab the jug of milk and chug it down all in one go. Once the milk was gone, I grabbed the oranges that Gary had set out and crushed them in my palm, the juices squirting out. Gary had offered to squeeze them for me, but I liked the feeling I get from doing it myself. There was something satisfying about taking a piece of fruit and squeezing all of the juice out, it made me feel even more powerful. When I clench, I could see the cords of muscle in my forearm ripple and tense, veins pumping blood into my mighty paw as I virtually destroyed the orange. Soon the floor was littered with empty hulls and all there was left was a big bowl of juice, which I greedily drank. It may have been ordinary juice, but to me it tasted like pure power.

After consuming twenty five pounds worth of food my appetite started to feel satiated. It was then that Gary set down a plate with a twenty five stack high of pancakes loaded down with butter and syrup, topped with a number ten candle.

“What’s this for?” I asked curiously.

“For breaking the 10 foot mark.” Gary grinned. “You thought I didn’t notice how tall you’ve gotten now, did you?”

“Nothing gets past you.” I laughed. “I’m just surprised you had a ten candle lying around.”

“I’ve been saving it for the occasion.” He admitted. “Now make a wish and blow.”

“If you say so.” Instead of blowing out the candles, I grabbed Gary and lifted him off the floor.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I’m doing what you told me to, I’m giving you a blow job.” With just two fingers I tore the pants right off of Gary, revealing his already hard 8 inch cock.

“Cute.” I chuckled, and he blushed. Most men would call an 8 inch dick pretty damn big, but when compared to the jackhammer I was carrying it was a boy’s little wee-wee. I rubbed his cock, warming it up before I took it into my mouth. I began to suck, and I gotta say nobody can suck cock like I can. My throat could have forced every drop of cum from his balls in a split second, but where was the fun in that? My tongue rolled it around and flicked it playfully, sending tremors of pleasure through Gary. The tiny man was just enjoying getting a blow job from the biggest guy in the world, and I made a show for him by flexing individual muscles for his (and mine) pleasure. I kept him on the edge, teasing him with near orgasm several times. Gary was screaming my name now, begging for sexual release.

And then I felt it. It felt like a warm buzz like after drinking a few dozen beers, only a hundred times stronger and more pleasant. I’ve felt this before so I knew what it was.

“Oh fuck, I’m having a growth spurt!” I threw back my head and moaned as every muscle in my body tensed up at the same time. I’ve had several of these before, but none of them felt this intense, and I knew that I was going to grow a lot, right now!

Already my bones and joints cracking as they stretched my frame out larger to make room for the muscle that was coming, and by god, they were coming! Looking down, I saw my chest swell with every breath I took, each time I exhaled they were visibly bigger than the last. They were getting so huge, the top of my pecs kept on bumping into my chin. My traps rose up even higher, and if my neck hadn’t thickened as well it probably would have disappeared into my shoulders, which were getting broader by the second thanks to my deltoids. My lats also flared out wider, making my body even thicker than any man could possibly imagine. Fuck, I must’ve been 7 feet across by now, and I was still growing! I was definitely going to need to call that contractor to widen all of the doorways.

I couldn’t help but flex my arms and watch my bicep swell up, and up, and UP! Fuck, those peaks looked bigger than any mountain’s I’ve ever seen! The veins running under my skin were visibly pulsating as they fed blood into those growing mounds. My triceps also grew to counterbalance my biceps, getting so big and ripped that not even a whole herd of horses could match the magnificent horseshoe shape on me. The cords of my forearms expanded, and soon they were thicker than most men’s legs! Even my hands were getting in on the growing action, the fingers becoming thick sausages bulging with sinew. I could easily palm any basketball, hell I could palm watermelons with hands these big!

I finally got my wish as my quads shredded my shorts to bits, each individual muscle heads expanding rapidly. I could feel my buttocks plump up, those globes of muscles growing bigger and firmer. The kitchen tiled floor underneath it began to crack as two craters the same shape as my cheeks formed, digging deeper and deeper as my body grew heavier. My calves flexed uncontrollably as they grew to the size of soccer balls, which was ironic because I could already kick them from one end of the field into the goal on the other end, knocking it and the goalie through the net. The front of my shorts blew out as my cock hardened in two seconds flat, easily tearing through the fabric like it were made of tissue paper. I gave a quick moan of pleasure as my growing thighs tried to crush my balls between them, but it only aroused me even further. In fact, I was getting so horny that it was starting to hurt! The pressure in my crotch was becoming too much for even me to handle, and I knew I had to shoot, fast.

“RUB MY DICK NOW!” I roared at Gary. The tiny man scrambled to my cock and began jacking it off. His smaller, weaker hands didn’t even budge or dent it, but my cock was so super sensitive that it didn’t matter. Meanwhile my own hands were exploring my still growing body, feeling how much bigger I was getting. When I squeezed my bicep, it felt like I was squeezing my balls. When I pinched my nipple, a squirt of pre spurted out. When I flexed, my cock would jump. Gary was rubbing my cock furiously now, and I was feeling and groping and squeezing and flexing…bigger...stronger…getting more huge! I was becoming a giant! I was…I was…

“FUUUUUUUUCK!” I bellowed at the top of my lungs as my balls clenched and I came. And I came. And I came!

My orgasm was even more powerful than the one I had in the shower this morning. My cum didn’t shot out, but exploded like a volcano. Each shot of cum would make my cock burst in size, which in turn made me cum some more. Despite the amount of cum I was shooting, my balls looked like balloons being filled with water. The grapefruit sized orbs swelled bigger and bigger, producing more seman for me to shoot. The air was filled with flying cum, splattering everywhere. It flowed endlessly from my cock as I shot load after load, my body screaming, blood rushing into my dick, sweat pouring from my body as I expended every last ounce of energy I had to squeeze out this orgasm as much as I could.

Finally my balls had ran out of their liquid gold, and I fell backwards onto the ground, cracking it open. The entire kitchen was coated with my sticky white seed, there was barely any dry spots bigger than an inch. Even the ceiling had been covered, thick globs dripping back down around us.

“How big am I now?” I panted as I laid there on the cold floor. I haven’t been winded in a long time, but that was one seriously powerful growth spurt I had there.

He looked me over, his eyes running from my face down my neck, across the broad chest, the sexy abs, the monstrous cock, the swollen thighs, the bulging calves and all the way down to my huge feet. “I’d say you’re a good twelve feet tall and eight hundred pounds heavier now.” Gary told me.

Fuck, 12 fuckin’ feet tall and 1700 lbs! I just grew 2 entire feet taller in just a few minutes! My head would definitely bust through the ceiling if I stood up now.

As I laid there, I watched Gary push himself up, his limbs wobbling as he tried to recover from the intense action we just had and went over to a drawer.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Well since you’re no longer 10 feet tall, there’s something I gotta fix.” He pulled something out from the drawer and went to the stack of pancakes still sitting on the table. Like everything else, it was soaked with cum, but somehow it was still standing. Reaching up he plucked out the “0” candle to replace it with a “2” candle so it read “12.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“God I love mornings!”

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