One Push Too Many
by Redkage
Chapter 1
In a messy, darkened dorm room, an alarm clock buzzed out as the numbers hit 6:00 AM. From underneath the bed sheets, a hand shot out and slammed onto the clock. Groggily, the shape under the sheets rose up and slipped off to reveal a massively muscled college student with greasy black hair. The man yawned and stretched, feeling his muscles wake up after a night of heavy weightlifting. The feeling of those giant muscles moving caused another certain muscle to wake up and stretch out to its full 8 inch length.
Charles smiled and walked into the bathroom. Standing in front of the toilet, he placed a hand on the member and was rewarded with a wave of pleasure. He quickly began to jack-off until he shot his load into bowl. Smiling, he flushed the toilet and entered the shower.
Charles was a sophomore in college. He had always been obsessed with growing bigger and had been working out since he was a kid. His dedication rewarded him with a body of a pro bodybuilder, without the aid of any steroids or chemicals, which is one of the reasons why he also had such massive "equipment."
Charles quickly finished his shower and dried himself off. He threw on a tight T-shirt and jeans, which showed every curve and definition of his massive build. When he opened the bathroom door, his nose caught a whiff of breakfast. Smiling, he walked into the kitchen to find a small, short 19 year old man cooking breakfast.
"Morning Charlie." The man called, looking briefly up from the frying pan.
"Morning Darren." Charles answered back. Darren was Charles's roommate. He had short red hair. He was also thin, small, and short, the exact opposite of Charles. However, Darren was incredibly smart and talented. He was already taking senior level sciences, and had his own little lab in the corner of his room. However, what Darren really wanted was to be big like Charles.
"Enjoy your workout last night?" Darren asked as he served the plate of eggs and sausages.
"Yup." Charles replied as he began digging into his meal. "I ghot a wheely good phumph." He said while stuffing his face with food. Charles flexed one massive arm. "Sthill chan feel ith."
Darren laughed as he begun on his own plate. After playing with his food for awhile, he suddenly looked up at Charles.
"Do you mind if I start working out with you?" said Darren.
Charles suddenly gagged and choked on his food. He quickly grabbed his glass of water and started gulping it down. When he finished the glass, he let out a gasp of air.
"I guess that's a no." Darren said quietly.
"Of course you can!" Charles cried out. "I was just…..surprised, that's all." Darren looked at Charles with a baleful stare. "That is…er…you don't exactly strike me as the kinda person who would work out."
"I know that," Darren answered. "But….I…." Darren trailed off.
Charles gave a good look at Darren. Darren was definitely not bodybuilder material. He had scrawny arms, a flat chest, and small, slender shoulders. Not only that, he was naturally short and small.
However, Charles had gotten Ferris out of a few tight spots in school, so he knew he couldn't say no.
"Tell you what, why don't you join me in my workout today and we'll see what we can do." Charles replied.
Darren leaped from across the table and hugged Charles. "Thank you thank you thank you!" Darren cried as Charles tried to pry the overexcited man from him.
Chapter 2
"Come on, just a few more!" Charles yelled down at Darren, who was struggling to push a barbell back up. All the while people were looking and snickering as the puny sophmore tried to do bench presses. Finally, Darren pushed the bar back onto the rack.
"Good work." Ferris said encouragingly. "Let's hit the showers now and call it a day." Darren nodded his head, gasping for air.
In the showers, Darren and Charles stripped down. While they were showering, they didn't notice someone walking up behind them until….
SMACK!!! Someone whipped Darren in the rear with a wet towel. Darren gave a yelp and jumped. His foot landed in a pool of soap suds and water, causing him to slip and fall down, right on his ass.
"Scrawny ass wimps like you don't belong in our gym." The speaker was Cain, the biggest bodybuilder in the gym. He was about five foot eleven, 290 pounds of muscle and had wavy blonde hair that hung to his shoulders. His chest stood out several inches above his cobblestone abs, and his biceps had veins streated across their massive peaks. Cain had already won several local bodybuilding contests, and was probably going to win even more.
"I have every right to be here!" Darren yelled as he pushed himself up. "It's a free country, so I'm free to join a gym if I want to!"
"Yeah, but you see, in this gym, I rule." Cain said. "And my first law is wimps. Are. Not. Allowed." With each word after ‘wimps' Cain pushed Darren until he was pressed against the wall.
"Cain, he's just-" Charles began but was cut short when Cain looked at him.
"Are you talking back?" Cain asked, his tone suggested it was more of a threat then a question.
"N-no. Forget I s-said anything." If there was one person Charles was scared of, it was Cain. The last time someone talked back at Cain ended up in the hospital the day after.
"Good." Cain said smugly. Then he turned his attention back at Darren. "Now, what to do with the runt here?" At first there was a long silent moment, but then a malicious grin spread across his face. With one quick motion he picked up Darren and headed straight for the toilets.
"Charles!" Darren cried out, but Charles just shut his eyes and looked away. However, it didn't shut the noise from his ears as Darren's cry for help sounded throughout the room.
"I'm sorry." Darren muttered, and left.
Chapter 3
It was late that night when Darren finally came home. Charles felt so guilty that he stayed awake, ignoring his hunger pains, waiting for Darren to return.
When Darren DID come home, he was a mess. He stunk so bad that Charles almost passed out the moment he walked through the door.
"Why didn't you do something!?" That was the first and last thing Darren said to him that night. Without even stopping Darren headed straight for his room and slammed the door.
After a few wordless minutes, Charles went to his own room and went to bed, his heart heavy.
* * *
The next two days, Charles didn't even see Darren at all. Every time he knocked on Darren's door, all he said was to leave him alone.
On the morning, of the third day, Charles woke up to the familiar smells of breakfast, which meant that Darren had finally come out of his room. Without even doing his usual morning routines, he went straight out into the kitchen, where a large feast sat on the table.
"Morning." Darren said as he placed a plate piled with eggs onto the table.
"Darren!" Charles said, staring at the large amounts of food. "Are you- I mean,"
"I'm fine." Darren said as he sat down. "I've had a lot of time to think things over, and I figured that guy was right: I don't belong in the gym."
"But Darren…" Charles started, but Darren only looked the other way. "I'm…I'm sorry. I was….I was…"
"Scared?" Darren finished. Reluctantly, Charles nodded. "Well, it's okay. I forgive you. Now eat up! I went through a lot of trouble cooking all of this."
"This really is a lot of food." Charles remarked. There was piles of eggs, sausages, toast, and all other kinds of food on the table. "I'm not sure we can really eat all this."
"You mean if YOU can eat all this." Darren corrected. "I've already eaten my share."
Charles gawked at him. Eat all of it!? There was no way he could cram all of this food down his throat. Yet, if Darren went through all this trouble, then he had no choice in the matter.
"Bottoms up…" He said reluctantly, and began to eat. After a few mouthfuls, he noticed a difference in taste from his previous meals. "Did you do something new?" He asked after swallowing some toast. "It tastes…a little different."
"Are you saying it tastes bad?" Darren asked, his hand clenching his glass of juice tightly.
"Oh nonono!" Charles said quickly. "Actually, it's even better!" And it was the truth. There was a new flavor with each bite he took. It was so good, that he had ate everything without once slowing down.
"Ohhh….." Charles moaned as he opened his pants. His stomach was visibly bloated from the amounts of food he had eaten. "I'm…so…..FULL!"
"Glad you like it." Darren said with a smile. "After all, I worked hard on it."
"I'll say!" Charles smiled as he patted his belly. "I'll have to spend hours at the gym to work THIS off."
Darren only smiled.
Chapter 4
Charles grunted loudly as he finished his last set for the day. With a final grunt he pushed the bar back onto the rack. Gasping for breath, he sat up. It has been a week since he started eating Darren's ‘full course breakfasts.' Although the meals was now relatively smaller and more manageable, he had already gained a small paunch over where his abs should be. Not only that, be he was starting to feel weaker and his muscle definition was disappearing.
Yet for some, strange unknown reason, in response to his loss of muscle, another organ has been growing. His penis was normally 6 inches flaccid with egg sized balls, but lately they were, well, growing. His dick was now 10 inches, soft, and with nuts the size of small apples.
Charles looked at the weights he had been using. It was still a large amount, but it was about ten pounds lighter then his usual.
"Dammit." Charles muttered as he showered. "What the hell is going on with me lately?"
While he was thinking, Cain and a bunch of his workout buddies entered, all of them laughing hard.
"Can you believe what that guy did? He was so stupid!" One of the guys said.
"I know! He should know better then to talk back at the master here!" Another guy gave Cain a light punch in the arm and laughed deeply.
"And what about that one wimp he took care of last week?" The first guy joked. "I wonder what you did to him!"
"Oh, nothing much." Cain said. "All I did was dunk him into the toilets a few times, then piss all over him. Afterwards I-"
At this moment Charles slammed the wall. Abruptly the guys stopped talking and looked at Charles.
"What the fuck is your problem?" The second guy demanded.
"Yeah, you got somethin' to say, flabby?" The other guy added.
"You shouldn't have messed with him…" Charles growled.
"What's that?" Cain said confidently, crossing his arms. "And what the hell are you going to do about it, huh fatty?"
Instead of responding, Charles suddenly rushed Cain, his fist making contact with Cain's face. There was an audible crack as Cain stepped back, blood flowing from his nose. Soon, Cain and Charles were wrestling each other around the shower room. Charles was losing badly, but he didn't care. It was his fault for not doing anything earlier, so he had to pay the price.
All around them people were watching. Some where worried. Other people were turned on by two naked men and had raging hard ons
Cain was on top of Charles, repeatedly punching him in the face when several pairs of arms pulled his off. Charles was about to leap back onto his feet and attack Cain again when some more arms grabbed him and pulled him away.
"All right, what's going on in here!?" A loud voice bellowed. The people in front of the exit moved away as the gym owner stepped in. He was about five foot eight, but he was still pretty muscular for a fifty-year-old.
At first no one said anything, but then one by one the people around them started to describe what had happened, and they didn't stop there. They all began to go into detail about what Cain had done to each and every one of them in the past, each story sounding more disgusting and humiliating then the next.
"So that's the case, huh?" The old man gave Cain a disappointed look. "If I knew what was going on, I would've kick him out years ago."
Cain's eyes went wide when he heard that, then he was furious. "You can't do this to me!" He clenched his teeth and his face turned beet red, matching the blood dripping from his nose.
"Can't I?" The man smirked. "From this day on you are banned from my gym. If you go within and hundred meters of this place, I'll call the cops."
Just then Cain leapt at the old man, fists swinging. Before anyone can do anything, however, the man quickly stepped o the side and kicked him in the side of the head, knocking him out cold. "Next time think before you mess with someone with a 4th degree black belt. Now, Someone take this piece of trash outta my gym!" The old man ordered, and several bodybuilders dragged him out of the shower room. Then, the old man turned towards Charles. "Sorry that I let that fucker cause so much trouble, but no one said anything about it."
"Mainly because they were afraid of them." Charles winced. His lip was cut, and bruises covered his entire body. He took a step forward and nearly fell over.
"You alright kid?" The owner asked as he grabbed Charles's shoulder. "You took quite a beating there."
"I should've gotten this last week anyway." Charles laughed weakly. "Besides, it's nothing compared to what my friend went through."
* * *
It took awhile, but Charles finally managed to get home. The moment he opened the door, he heard a plate crash as Darren stared. "Wh-wh-what happened to you?"
"Nothing." Charles said. He slowly limped over the the couch and plopped down.
"What do you mean nothing!?" Darren rushed over to him and looked at him in the face. "Tell me, what happened!?"
"I told you, nothing happened!" Charles said more firmly. "I just…got into a fight, that's all."
"A fi-" Darren blinked. "Why the hell would you go into a fight!?"
"It's nothing." Charles said wearily. Slowly he felt himself fall asleep. "Just leave….it…"
Darren looked at Charles, who was now fast asleep on the couch. After a few moment,s he turned around, grabbed his car keys, and ran out.
* * *
Charles didn't know how long he was out, but when he woke up Darren was gone. Grunting, he sat himself up and looked lethargically around. Dinner was now completely cold, and there was no signs of anyone else in the house. He was just about to get up when he spied a box of chocolates on the table.
Smiling, he opened it and began eating them one by one while he watched the television. As he popped the last on into his mouth, the door opened and Darren walked in.
"I heard what you did today." Darren literally threw himself onto Charles and broke down. "I'm sorry I ever doubted you! I…I…"
"Get off me!" Charles tried to shove Darren off, but lacked the strength for some reason. "I should've done something when he picked on you, so it's not your fault."
"Yes it is!" Darren sobbed. "Because of me….because…"
Charles sighed. He tried to think of something to say but his head was starting to get drowsy again. "You're…forgiven."
Darren sobbed for a few more minutes, then pulled himself off of Charles. "Th-thank you. And I'm-" Darrren stopped when he saw the empty chocolate box in Charles's hands.
"You…ate…"
Charles looked down at the empty box and laughed. "Yeah, sorry about that. I know I should've saved some for you but-"
"OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY!"
Charles blinked several times. "What..?" His vision stared to blur as he grew more and more tired.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Darren cried repeatedly, over and over.
"About… wha…?" Charles's eyes flicked and slowly sleep took over.
"You'll find out…"
Chapter 5
The alarm clock blared on as usual as Charles slammed his fist on the snooze button. Sitting up in his bed, he tried to focus his mind and eyes, but he was too groggy to think or notice anything. He did notice, however, that his bed was slightly wet and warm.
Great…. he thought to himself as he headed towards the bathroom. Just what I need; wet dreams. Now people are gonna think I'm some sorta fag now. While he walked, he felt like he was carrying a heavy weight with him. Somehow he felt…weak, and heavy, but paid it no attention. Probrably from the beating I got yesterday.
Charles absentmindedly went to the toilet and reached for his cock to do his usual morning release. However, when his hand touched his cock, instead he felt something hard, hot and his hand couldn't reach all the way around it.
When he looked down, his eyes snapped open and he cried out in surprise. What was attached to him wasn't his cock; it was a monster! His cock had blown up to ridiculous proportions! It hung past his knees, about two feet long and about as thick as a 2 liter bottle of coke! And his balls also were huge! They were now as big as honeydew melons, and he could feel a faint pressure inside them from the amount of cum they were carrying!
And his cock and balls weren't the only thing that changed. His body…was disgusting! Gone were those long earned muscles, now they were replaced by fat! His once trim waist was now immersed in a mass of blubber about 100 cm around! His mighty chest, which he had work so hard on was replaced by sagging tit! As he grabbed his arms, he couldn't feel any traces of any muscle hidden underneath.
At this point Darren rushed into the bathroom, his eyes wide. "Charles! Are you al-"
"What the fuck is going on!?" Charles bellowed. "Why the hell am I f…f...fat!?"
"I…I'm sorry!" Darren cried. "It's my fault. I was-"
"YOU DID THIS TO ME!?" Charles yelled at the top of his lungs. Then, without warning, he grabbed Darren and started choking him! "WHY THE HELL DID YOU THIS THIS TO ME!? WHY!?"
Darren struggled to pry Charles off of him, but even though Charles no longer had his muscles, he was still strong enough to keep his grip around Darren's neck. In one, final desperate attempt, he did the only thing he could think of. His hand reached down and… squeezed Charles's oversized dick.
The results were instant. Charles lost his strength as all his blood rushed to his dick as he was overwhelmed with sexual pleasure. His grip was weakened enough so Darren could break free, but before he could step back, he was suddenly lifted into the air. Looking down, his eyes bulged as he saw that he was actually sitting on Charles's massive cock!
Somehow, the feeling of someone riding his cock made Charles even more horny as his cock grew bigger, longer, and harder. Quickly Darren jumped off, and the waves of pleasure slowly diminished and his cock shrunk back to its normal size…or at least as normal as it was that morning. As the blood rushed back to his head, Charles began breathing again. "Darren…explain…now!"
Darren gulped as he gaped at Charles. "Well, uh, you know, uh, last week, when Cain… you know… I… well, you didn't help me at all, so I, uh…" Darren took a deep breath.
"I hated you."
Charles stared.
"I hated you." Darren repeated. "I hated you so much that you made me sick. Ever since I was a kid, bigger guys would pick me on, and I've been humiliated so many times. Then you came around and I thought I finally found a friend I could trust, but when you left me last week, I… I… wanted to get back at you!"
Charles said nothing and continued to stare.
"After the incident, I spent two days straight developing something to humiliate you. I devised a formula designed to weaken and shrink muscles by extracting and expelling you testosterone and hormones from your system while weakening your metabolism. I spiked all your meals with it since last week, and it produced some very good results-"
At this point Charles began to shake with rage. Afraid that he'd try to choke him again, Darren reached down quickly and gave Charles's cock a quick squeeze.
After Charles managed to get his erection down, Darren continued to give his explanation.
"After a week, I already saw a change in your stats. However, It was too slow, so I devised a stronger, faster formula, and injected it into chocolates. I knew you love chocolates, so it was a natural choice, really. But then when you came home all beaten up… I… I realized what a stupid jerk I was!"
Darren fell on his knees and wept. "I'm a idiot! I was so caught up in my anger and revenge that I failed to see how good a friend you really were! And if I hadn't been so selfish and begged you to take me to the gym, none of this would have ever happened! So I'm sorry! I really am! I don't care what you do to me anymore, but I don't deserve a friend like you!"
After a long, silent moment, Charles finally spoke up. "So what do we do now?"
Darren raised his head and looked at Charles. "We get you to some medical experts. They'll find some way to return you to normal."
"Hell no."
Darren blinked. "Wh-what? Why?"
"First of all," Charles start, "I am not about to be known as the fat guy with the world's largest dick. Second, there is no way I'm gonna let all those people do stuff to me. And finally, what's going to happen to you?"
Darren just sat there, stunned.
"I don't think human experimentation is exactly legal, right? And the fact that you did something like this would probably get you into a lot of trouble."
"But…don't you want to get cured?" Darren asked.
"Of course I do, moron!" Charles burst out. "That's why YOU are going to do it!"
"Me!?"
"Yes you!" Charles poked Darren in the chest several times very hard. "You're the reason I'm like this, and you're gonna get me out of it. If you don't fix me, I'll make sure that the rest of your life is a living hell, got it!?"
"Y-y-yes sir!" Darren stuttered.
"Good." Charles nodded. "Now, fix breakfast. I'm starving!"
Darren looked at Charles to see if it was a joke, then stood up and headed out. When he reached to door, he looked back.
"Thank you."
Charles only smiled. "What are friends for? No go!"
Chapter 6
Breakfast that day was full of surprises. Only after a few minutes of eating, Charles suddenly felt heavier and bloated. As he looked downwards, his eyes bulged as he watch his gut and breasts had expanded. When he got on the scales, he found, to his utter horror, that he had gained twenty pounds in no time flat!
"I was afraid of this." Darren said grimly. "Your metabolism is so low that anything you eat immediately turns into fat."
"Then fix it!" Charles roared. "I am NOT going to gain five pounds of fat just from eating one stinking meal!"
During the rest of the day Darren spent all his time in his room, working up possible antidotes. Meanwhile, Charles had difficulty adjusting to his new form. It took awhile before he got use to the weight of his belly and his massive cock and balls. The bad thing was, that his thighs and balls were so big that every step he took rubbed it and caused him to go into a mini erection, which felt about the same as a normal erection, only it was a fraction of what he could actually experience.
Finally, at four o' clock, Darren finally came out of his room holding three vials of liquid. "I finally managed to concoct three possible antidotes, each of them should restore at least one part of you."
"Like make this thing shrink?" Charles waved at his dick, which was hanging at an angle due to its semi erection.
"Not quite." Darren shook his head. "The formula I used on you was suppose to dispose of the hormones and testosterone, but somehow most of it is still locked in there. One of these will redistribute it, but I'm not entirely sure if it will wor-"
Tired of hearing Darren's technical babble, Charles impatiently grabbed the vials and drank all three simultaneously.
"No!" Darren cried in horror. "You weren't suppose to drink it all at once!"
"Why not?" Charles belched. "As long as it gets me normal, I don't care really."
"Because we don't know how one will affect your body, not to mention what those chemicals will do when they mix! Honestly, sometimes I think you're so dumb sometimes that-"
Darren was interrupted when Charles belched again even more loudly. "Oh…I'm not feeling…so…BUUUUUURP!" At this moment some of the fat seemed to melt away. As Charles continued to belch, more and more fat disappeared until it got to the point that no more fat disappeared, even when he belched.
"Boy, that was…. BURP! Interesting." Charles remarked as he looked over his body. He no longer had had fat breasts, and he even had a bit of chest muscles back! But his gut was still there, even though it was not as big as it was before. There was still a bit of flab all over his arms and legs, but at least he was now at a more manageable size.
"Well, one formula worked." Darren remarked. "One of those vials was designed to use your fat tissue for an energy source, and it restored your metabolism to normal…though I think it was even improved it far more then it was suppose to."
"Okay then." Charles said, his belching finally coming to a halt. "Then what do the other two do?"
"Well," Darren said, looking at the empty vials. "One of them uses the extra energy to cause your muscles to go through a ‘work out' kind of state. The other re-circulates your hormones back through your body. However, there might be side effects."
"Like wha-" Charles suddenly gasp as he felt waves of pleasure wash through him, flooding into his dick. In no time flat, his cock grew harder and harder as he felt hornier then anyone ever has.
"Oh GOD!" Charles moaned as his cock grew bigger and harder. It went from two feet flaccid to three in no time flat, sticking out parallel to the floor. But he wasn't done. He was still not fully erect yet. Before his eyes, his cock throbbed and veins pulsed as it rose slowly upwards. It kept on gaining inches both in length and in width. It pressed hard against his gut, and rose to the level of his chest his chest. Then it went up further, till he was able to see the head two feet away from his nose! If it had been any closer, Charles would have guessed that he would have been able to sock his own dick, but because of his stomach, it was angled outwards.
Pre cum was already flowing out of his cock head, pouring out in a continuous flow as it ran down his cock. Finally, he couldn't resist. He hugged his dick with his scrawny arms. Immediately the feeling doubled by his touch as he began rubbing furiously, trying to beat off the giant prick.
Darren just stood, there, staring, his mouth wide open. He looked at the impossible sight of his friend hugging a cock that was as big as him. Slowly, he stepped closer and closer, until he was within arms reach. Then, he touched it.
In that exact moment, Charles shot his load. It was so sudden and unexpected that it hit Darren square in the face with the force of a fire hose. Not expecting such a force, Darren was thrown back and landed on the floor as Charles continued to cum. And cum. And cum!
Charles moaned in ecstasy as his balls continued to produce an endless stream of semen. It was practically raining cum as his shot continually in a steady, powerful flow. After awhile, his erection began to weaken, and his balls began to droop. However, everything in the room was now soaked with cum.
Finally, Charles stopped and plopped down onto the coach, exhausted. "My…GAWD That felt good!"
"It's sure going to be a lot of trouble cleaning up though." Darren looked at the surroundings. "I think that the formulas were altered when you ingested all three at once, so it increased your sex drive quite a bit instead of curing you."
"It still felt good though!" Charles looked up. "Anyway, I don't expect everything to work the first time, so just…" Charles's eyes went wide as he stared at Darren. "D-Darren?"
"Yeah?"
"I think…you're growing."
"Huh?"
Right before Charles's eyes, Darren was growing bigger, like a balloon being filled with air. Slowly, his shirt tightened as his shoulders broadened and his chest grew, stretching the wet shirt to its limit. The sleeves strained to hold in the biceps and triceps that were forming, which went from completely flat to the size of vein-covered softballs.
His legs, which had longed resembled toothpicks, now filled out to the size of tree trunks. His stomach, which had always been flat, now had ab muscles popping out, until he had a very defined eight pack. The last and final growth occurred within Darren's pants. The bulge where his crotch was located grew bigger and bigger until Charles could only guess that it was now porn star level.
Finally, Darren stopped growing. He was now about five foot eleven, his new muscles stretching his clothes skin tight, trying to contain the size of the newly grown bodybuilder.
"Wow," was all Darren could say.
Chapter 7
"What just happened?" Charles stared at his newly muscle-bound friend.
"I… don't know." Darren began to squeeze his various muscles, as if he was trying to see if they were real or not. He now had the body of an amateur bodybuilder, one you'd most likely find in high school or in college. "I… I think this is another side effect."
"You think!? You're almost as big as I was three years ago!" Charles poked Darren's chest. It was as solid as a rock. "What I want to know is why?"
"Umm…"Darren scratched the back of his head, an action that nearly tore his shirt to shreds. "I think… that the chemicals caused the over concentrated hormones and stuff to, uh, mutate into a kind of… super steroid induced semen."
"You mean…anyon e who gets covered in my cum will grow?" Charles gaped.
"I… think so, but I'm not sure if it's skin contact or indigestion that activates it."
"But you didn't swallow any." Charles pointed out.
"Some got in my mouth when you hit me in the face." Darren replied. "I'll have to do further testing until I try another formula. This…is really…" Darren pulled his pants waist a bit and peeked down. "Unexpected."
"It's not fair." Charles whined. "How come you buff out while I'm stuck with a giant dick?"
"I said I was sorry, geez!" Darren sighed as he opened the closet and pulled out a mop. "I guess we should start cleaning up."
"Cleaning… what up?" Charles looked around, confused. There were no longer any signs of cum anywhere. Even Darren's shirt was now dry and clean.
"Fascinating." Darren said in awe as he ran a finger along the couch. "It seems that your semen can dissipate into basic harmless gas in mere moments! Now, if we can just-"
"You can just go look for an antidote already!" Charles grabbed the mop from Darren's hands and started whacking him with it. "I wanna get back to normal, and I wanna get back to normal NOW!"
"Yes, yes, yes." Darren sighed. "I'll get to work right away."
* * *
Charles felt the hot water wash over his body as he lathered his hands with soap. Even if all the cum had vanished, he still felt the need to wash himself up, so he got into the shower and started it up. However, right before he began to scrub himself, he stared at his massive cock.
"Better avoid touching that…" Charles said to himself. He didn't want to go weak in the knees. Sighing, he ran his soap-covered hands over his chest, brushing the nipples in the process.
What happened next was a blur. Charles was hit with a very intense wave of pleasure, causing his cock to jump up so fast that it hit the shower wall, then smacked him hard in the face! At the same time, his legs lost all his strength, which buckled instantly. Finally, the force of the blow from his suddenly erect cock caused him to lose balance and he fell backwards onto the shower floor.
Within moments Darren rushed in. What he saw was Charles lying on the floor, sporting a massive erection, and, to his surprise, a large hole in the wall where his cock had hit. "What happened?" Darren rushed to Charles and pulled him up.
"I… don't know." Charles stared at his dick, baffled. "One moment I was washing myself, the next…."
Darren stared at the fully erect cock, his eyes wide. "Did…you do something that might have set it off?"
"I don't know!" Charles exclaimed. "All I did was started washing my chest, then all of a sudden I had this massive hard-on!"
"I wonder." Darren looked peculiarly at Charles's chest. After a long moment, he reached out and poked Charles's left nipple.
Charles's dick suddenly exploded with cum! It gushed out of his dick, spraying everything in sight!
Darren, surprised, pulled out a tube with a cap on it. He opened it and filled it with cum, then capped it again. Next, he opened his mouth and started to drink cum while his hands went and rubbed cum all over his body.
Unlike the first one, Charles stopped after twenty seconds or so, tired and surprised. "What… the… HELL!?"
"Your nipples have apparently been sensitized." Darren licked his lips. "It must be another one of the side effects, so I'd be careful if I were you."
"I don't want this!" Charles cried. "There's no way I'm gonna have a cum button! And…eww! Why the hell did you drink my cum!? What are you, gay!?"
Darren stared. "You mean… you don't know?"
"Know what?"
Darren stared harder. "You… are really stupid."
"What do you mean!?" Charles was starting to get annoyed by Darren.
"I mean, it was so obvious."
"What are you-" Charles blinked, his mind finally registering what Darren meant. "Oh."
"You really are stupid, aren't you?" Darren shook his head. "And here I thought you knew since day one… ohhh… GOD!" Darren moaned as his muscles suddenly twitched and expand in front of Charles.
Darren's shoulders broadened further and bulked up with muscle until they looked like bowling balls were set in. His biceps grew larger and thicker, soon reaching around forty five inches, cold! His forearms also bulked up, becoming a pyramid shape.
Darren's chest, which was already big, grew bigger and bigger, until there was a loud tearing sound as it ripped straight down the middle, revealing pecs the size of basketballs, and a perfectly defined ten pack!
Darren's legs also grew to support the growing mounds of muscle. His quads, already big, grew more and more, so big that they actually touched each other! His calves inflated like two balloons, and grew as big as one!
Finally, the already obvious bulge in Darren's pants stretched even bigger! The fabric audibly groaned as it tried to keep in the growing muscle, but to no avail. After a long battle, his pants finally burst open, and a long, thick, 12-inch dick flopped out, with balls the size of oranges.
"Ohhhhh yeah…" Darren moaned as he cupped his balls. "THAT'S what I'm talking about."
"I feel like some sort of cow." Charles muttered, glaring at Darren jealously.
"Don't worry, I'll get you back to normal soon." Darren said without looking up. "Only…"
"Only… what?" Charles asked.
"Only I wanna show this body off first!" Before Charles could do anything, Darren ran out of the bathroom, grabbing a pair of shorts from Charles's open dresser, and dashed out the front door, leaving Charles standing alone in the cum soaked bathroom.
Chapter 8
Charles sat on the couch with his head leaned back. It had been three hours since Darren ran off, and Charles was frustrated. After he had finished cleaning up, Charles tried to put on a shirt, but when the fabric rubbed against his nipples, he had nearly passed out in ecstasy. So he abandoned the shirt and walked back out into the living room, only to fall to his knees, his cock erect, just by having cold air touch his nipples by passing an electric fan! After Charles recovered, he ripped the fan's plug off, closed every open window, and plopped himself in front of the TV.
Then, he yelled at the top of his lungs. Why was it that Darren get to grow while he was stuck with a wimpy body and a giant dick!? It was Darren's fault he was like this, so he should be the one growing!
And yet, somehow, he felt… happy… for Darren. After all, Darren was his friend, so he should be glad he could make him happy. After all, it's not every day you can turn your friend into a knockout stud.
Something bugged Charles as he thought of this. If Darren can turn big, why couldn't he? Even though after all that's happened so far, Charles was still willing to try ANYTHING to get big again.
Grimacing, he pinched his nipple, and felt his cock grow bigger and harder until it was fully erect. Playing around with his nipple, he felt his balls churn and throb as he neared his climax. Moaning, he reached out and grabbed his cock and pulled it towards his mouth. As soon as it was within reach, he placed his lips as much as he could around the head and pinched his nipple as hard as he could, causing him to shoot his load.
Charles almost gagged by the sheer force and amount, but kept on drinking. His cheeks bulged visibly, and large amounts of cum flowed from the corners of his mouth and down his body. With his free hand, Charles rubbed the cum on his body as much as he could while continually drinking.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he finally stopped. Leaning back, he gasped for air, feeling very wiped out after three orgasms that same day! Charles poked his arm, trying to see if he was any bigger, but nothing happened.
"Damn!" Charles got up and kicked a nearby table. To his complete surprise, it flew across the room and broke into pieces as it slammed into the far wall.
"Wha-" Suddenly he began shaking violently. He could barely breathe as he fell onto the floor, his limbs twitching like mad. He felt that he was like burning in a furnace as spots formed before his eyes.
If anyone had been watching, they would have saw Charles having what appeared to be a seizure, but something else as well. His body slowly grew bigger with muscles and power. His deltoids blew out to the size of his head, and his biceps became watermelons covered in thick, pulsing veins. His chest, which Charles had always been proud of, kept on growing and growing until they were about a hundred inches around! His flabby stomach reverted to it's perfect six pack, but then continued to develop until it was the most beautiful twelve-pack!
Charles's upper body was breathtaking, and so were his lower parts. His legs, which once jiggled with leftover fat, now rippled into quads that grew and pushed each other, each one the circumference of people's waists, and then some! His calves, which had always been his weak point, inflated bigger and bigger, until they were big enough for Charles to run around the world and back again!
Charles could only moan as his seizure weakened and his muscles grew. His hands darted out, feeling his new vastness, his newly formed power. He couldn't resist bouncing his pecs, feeling then move like waves of water. To his surprise, his mouth was suddenly shut tight as he bounced his pecs. He laughed when he realized his chest was so big that they were pressing against his chin!
His cock seemed to like the feeling also, because it swelled up again. Grinning, he ran his incredibly strong hands up and down his pole, feeling it pulse with energy. Faster and faster he stroked, trying to release it. Finally, tired of waiting, he pinched his nipple again, causing his cock to climax like never before. Charles didn't get a chance to enjoy all of it because after three seconds of release, he grew too tired and fell asleep.
* * *
"-arles." A distant voice called. "Charles!"
Charles moaned as his eyes slowly opened. Staring into his face was Darren, who looked worried for some reason.
"Hey." Charles said wearily. "Like what you see?"
"What did you do to yourself!?" Darren exclaimed.
"I tried growing myself. It worked, so now I'm a muscle GOD!" Charles moaned. Somehow, he couldn't find the strength to sit up. Figuring it was just exhaustion, he paid it no attention.
"Muscle god?" Darren echoed. "Have you any idea what happened?"
"What are you-" Charles stopped cold. He had reached up to grab Darren by the shoulder, but it was… puny! Panicking, he sat up, only to be pushed down again by something big and soft. Straining his neck, he looked at what was stopping him and screamed.
He was skinny! His new muscles were now completely gone, and his whole body was so thin, he could see his bones! But that wasn't the worst. What really horrified him was the size of his cock. It was HUGE! It was now longer then his leg, and the width of a redwood! And his balls, which were now so huge, they pushed his legs apart and was waist high with Darren, who, surprisingly, no longer had his muscles.
"WHAT THE @#$! HAPPENED!?"
Chapter 9
That's what I want to know." Darren crossed his arms, looking critically down at his now WAAAY over-endowed friend. "You weren't… toying… with my lab, were you?"
"Hell no!" Charles cried. "I don't know what the fuck half of them are! Why should I go messing around with them!?"
"To get yourself to normal." He pointed out.
"I'm not that stupid." Charles muttered.
"Yes, you are."
Charles did his best to scowl at Darren, though the sight of him having a massive package killed the effect. "All I did was suck myself and grew my muscles back, and then some more."
Darren rubbed his chin, thinking deeply. "Apparently, the super growth hormone you produce is only temporary." He said finally. "It causes muscle tissue to swell and develop, but it doesn't cause any permanent effects because of its inability to be absorbed into the body at a fast enough rate, and traces of my original formula causes all of it to be flushed out through the reproductive organs, but residue of the hormone appears to linger in the testicles and penis, causing it to swell to overlarge proportions."
"Huh?"
"You grow for a short amount of time, and whatever size your muscles are, it goes to your dick." Darren simplified. "I found that out myself today."
"No one SAW you, did they?" Charles asked quickly, panicking at the thought of half a dozen witnesses who could've seen Darren shrink before their eyes.
"Don't worry, there was only one person with me when I shrunk, and he wasn't in any condition to see me." Something in Darren's tone made him sound a little smug, as if he was secretly proud at something.
"What did you do?" Charles asked, frowning.
Darren grinned widely. "I thought you'd never ask. After I left the house, I went straight to the gym to show off. You wouldn't believe how the guys were drooling over me. I broke just about every weightlifting record in the gym. After that, I went to the receptionist and kinda…convinced him to give me an address."
"Aren't you kinda going a little fast?" Charles asked. "I mean, he thinks you're a muscle god, so if he sees you like that-"
Darren bellowed with laughter, and slapped his knee hard. "No no! I didn't get his number, I got Cain's!"
"You got Ca- WHAT!?"
"You think I wouldn't pay him back after I got these?" Darren made a motion to flex his arm, but stopped, remembering his arm no longer had any muscles to flex.
"What did you do to him?" Charles asked half worried and half curious.
"Well, first I made it obvious thatI was the dominant male there." Darren's eyes looked distant, his mouth wide with a grin. "After that, I made him compare all of his muscle to mine. Then I made him act like a dog."
Charles blinked in surprise. This didn't sound anything like his friend! It was if he had been replaced by another arrogant jock.
"After I made him roll over a couple of times, I made him sit on his stomach, spread his legs, and I-"
"YOU DIDN'T!" Charles sat upright, squeezing his balls in the process. The results were a large spurt of pre cum ejecting from his cock, which splashed Darren in the face. Darren, knowing full well what his semen can do, greedily licked every last drop.
"And why shouldn't I?" He asked as his muscles swelled to a swimmers build. "He deserved it!"
"But this isn't you!" Charles stared wide-eyed at Darren. "You're not someone who'd-"
"Aren't I?" Darren's voice rose slightly, his face turning red. "Since the second grade I've been pushed around by fuckers like him, so why can't I pay them back, huh!?
"BECAUSE YOU'RE BETTER THEN THAT!" Charles voice crackled, and he coughed. "The Darren I know…is kind, and smart, and so compassionate! You're not my friend, but some jock who picks on others like every other jackass!"
Darren began to say something, but stopped with his mouth wide open. "Oh my God." He said after a few minutes silence. "Y-you're right! It's not me! Wha-what was I thinking!?"
"Maybe it's a side effect." Charles suggested. "If it is, then it wasn't your fault."
"I…I guess so." Darren said uncertainly. "I just felt so...so powerful, y'know? And I was thinking of all sorts of things that I normally wouldn't even WANT to think. But it felt soooo good, that I…I…"
"It's okay, it's okay." Charles said, patting him on the knee, since it was the only part of him he could reach. "It's alright. I guess you deserve a LITTLE revenge, just not that extreme."
"I…guess…you're right." Darren sighed. "And you've been waiting patiently enough, so I should get back to work- WORK!" Darren's eyes grew wide, and he smacked his forehead. "I forgot I had a midterm this afternoon! I'm late!"
"Can't you skip it?" Charles asked as he watched Darren panic and run around, getting himself ready.
"I've already missed the last five days of class! And if I bomb this test, I fail!" Darren managed to put on a pair of pants and a shirt that snuggle fit around his new body, and waved goodbye as he slammed the door on his way out.
Charles sighed. In his rush, Darren forgot to help Charles to actually stand up. It was nearly impossible to do that alone, with his giant piece of meat between his legs. He could try to suck himself again, so he'll have the muscles to lift it, but after his muscle shrink back, it'll probably make his own dick twice as big as it was now!
While Charles was thinking this, he heard the door open. Thinking that Darren forgot something, he rested back onto the ground and sighed. "You can help me up now."
"I'll do more then that." Said a rough voice. Before Charles can see who it was, a rancid smelling cloth was pressed to his face. He tried to call out, but his mind slowly began to drift away, his surroundings fuzzed out, and he lapsed into unconsciousness.
Chapter 10
The first thing Charles felt was a wave of nausea and a splitting headache as he began to come too. The second thing he felt was a poking feeling against his hard-
Charles was suddenly wide-awake. Above him was a very high ceiling with a few lamps hanging down, their bright lights glaring in his eyes. As h strained to lift his head, he saw that there were two people massaging his semi-hard cock. Two very familiar people.
"So you're awake, huh, ya big cow?" Charles snapped his head towards the source of the voice. Sitting on a stool, looking very smug was none other then Cain. "Now, we can really start working."
"What the fuck do you think you're doing Cain!?" Charles yelled. "This is kidnapping!"
"And you're gay friend raped me." Cain said darkly. "Fair's fair."
"What are you talking about?" Charles retorted. "I heard you raped a few people yourself, you (For personal reasons, this part has been edited out, mainly because anyone who reads it would instantly hurl.)!"
Cain winced and his two friends looked a little green in the face. Then Cain's expression turned back into a broad grin. "Maybe, but thanks to you, we'll be so big no one will care."
"How do you know?" Charles asked in surprise and horror, knowing full well what they were going to do.
Cain's grin grew wider. "I knew your friend couldn't possibly get that big so fast, so I followed him after he, uh…anyway, I followed him back to your dorm and eavesdropped. You two should really lock your doors you know." He laughed annoyingly, and his two friends laughed along with him. "The moment I saw what your cum did to him, I knew I had to have you."
As if it was a signal, Cain's two cronies began stroking and licking Charles's massive pole, making it swell to full erection. Charles couldn't help but moan in ecstasy. It just felt soooo good! He felt his balls pulse and churn, filling with his seed, ready to shoot his load.
Cain, grinning widely all this time, moved his seat directly under his swelling cockhead. Unable to do anything to prevent him, Charles gasped as pre started to leak out, pouring right into Cain's open mouth!
Here Charles was, kidnapped and trapped down by his own massive shaft, with two idiots rubbing his massive hardon while Cain was using him for a cum shower! Charles could do nothing but moan and gasp for air as he ejected more and more muscle growing seman onto Cain. Within a matter of moments, Cain had swelled up to Mr. Olympia class size. Charles couldn't help but feel jealous of Cain. He eyed Cain up and down, trying to see the monster he had created.
Cain was a muscle GOD! Each muscles bulged with perfect beauty, with sexy veins streaked all over them. His biceps were at least 30 inches around! His pec hung powerfully over a set of the deepest and most perfect ten pack Charles had ever seen! The man's lats and shoulders were so broad and wide, there was no way he could walk through a doorway without going sideways. And those quads! Legs had always been Cain's weakest points, but now that was long gone. They were so big and wide that they pressed against each other. Now Cain would have that bodybuilder walk Charles had always wanted.
Charles couldn't help but whimper as he watched Cain step out from under his cockhead and feel his new engorged muscles. Cain's two cronies took this opportunity to jump under the cum shower and start to soak up all the cum they could get. Soon they were the same size Charles was before this had all started.
"Now that's a good cow." Cain laughed as he smacked Charles in the balls, causing a large squirt to emit from his dickhead. "Now that you're feeding us some of your ultra rich milk, I'll never lose another contest again. Hell, I'll be Mr. O every year for the rest of my life!"
"Then let me go already!" Charles snapped. "You got what you wanted, so you don't need me anymore!"
"Nice try, but I already seen what happened to the fag." Charles laughed. "He shrank right back down after a certain amount of time, so I'm gonna need a steady supply of my 'magic' elixer." Cain gave Charles's ball a small squeeze, causing a world of pain to him as he cried out. Cain kept his hold on Charles's ball, squeezing even hard. The pressure forced some more cum to eject, which Cain's buddies quickly mopped up into several containers. Charles kept on crying out in pain until finally he passed out again.
* * *
"Wake up!" Some one shook Charles's shoulder. Charles moaned as he opened his eyelids and turned his head towards the speaker.
"Sorry it took me so long, but I needed to wait for them to leave." Darren said, smiling over Charles.
"Dammit... look what you've done to me..." Charles said weakly. He couldn't tell if he was happy or mad at Darren right now. He just felt so weak and tired.
"I'm sorry Charles, I really am." Darren said, pulling a syringe and a clear bottle out of his pocket. "But I'm gonna finish this once and for all."
"But Darren..." Charles started, but he didn't have enough strength to finish. He felt like he was going to pass out again.
"Listen, they next time they, er, milk you, you gotta blow as much as you can." Darren muttered as he injected the syringe into Charles' arm. "In fact, keep on going until you you spill every last possible drop. JUst trust me on this, okay?"
Charles was going to respond, but then he lost consciousness once more.
* * *
Charles woke up just as his massive dick was on the verge of climaxing. Cain and his two buds were back to their normal sizes again, and was trying to squeeze some more cum out of Charles again. They didn't seem to notice he was awake, which was fortunete for him. As Charles felt the ecstacy clouding his mind, he remembered what Darren had told him. Slowly, he moved his hands up towards his nipples, gritted his teeth, and pinched down as hard as he could.
It was like having a volcano erupt. Charles's most powerful climax shot all the way up to the warehouse roof , causing it to dent, then rain down on them all. The three kidnappers stopped what they were doing and danced around, mouth open and hands rubbing, trying to soak it all in. For 15 minutes straight, Charles kept on going until he finally felt that his balls were actually starting to feel drained. Yet He didn't let up. He in fact started to play with his nipples, pulling and pinching, just to stimulate himself even more.
While Charles was forcing himself to cum, Cain was busy enjoying his new growth. He had taken in far much more then he did the last time, and he didn't care. He felt his muscles pulse and push, fighting for space on his frame. Slowly, he grew bigger and bigger, the pounds adding on. 300, 310, 330, 400, 500! The man just kept on growing! He was having trouble moving his arms and legs, but he didn't care. He was drunk on growing bigger. Soon, his quads had pushed up against each other so hard and so strong that Cain lost his balance and fell on his giant bubble butt, causing a small crater to form in the concrete ground from the impact. The same happened to the other two, as they all became literally musclebound.
After what seemed like forever, Charles felt the last drop of cum leave his cock. Slowly, he sat up again and looked around. Already the seman on the ground was slowly evaporating, probrably leaving no trace of itself once again. There was also three large flesh colored boulders in the middle of the room.
"Flesh colored....OH MY GOD!" Charles realized that those massive lumps were actually Cain and the others. They had became so big that Charles didn't recognize them. As Charles looked more closely, he spotted arms and legs, and even the heads, but they were all so pumped up with muscles that it was hard to tell.
Charles then realized something; He was actually sitting up! Looking down, he saw, with much relief, that his dick and balls were now more normal sizes. His dick was now 10 inches and he had lemon sized balls. Okay, so they weren't exactly normal sized, but compare to what they HAD been, they were good enoguh. Charles was almost afraid to touch his cock, figuring it was just an illusion. He reached down and gave it a small tap. He nearly jumped up in surprise when he felt it. As he stared at it, his gave shifted over to his hand.
His hand was now very sinewy, connected to a very large wrist, connected to a massive forearm, which was....
Instantly his hands darted around his body. His biceps were pumped up to the size of cannonballs. His pecs jutted outwards heavily with pure rock solid mass. His stomach was once again flat and ripped. He had his body back! In fact, he was roughly 100 pounds bigger then before!
"Someone tell me I'm not dreaming!" Charles yelled happily.
"You're not." Darren said, entering the warehouse. "And this time, it's permamnent."
"It is?" Charles said, looking hopefully at Darren. "It's not gonna go away like it did before?"
"Nope! You're normal for good!" Darren laughed, helping Charles back onto his feet. "I devised the antidote and injected it into your arm. All the excess chemicals that I put in there in the first place was flushed out of your system. And unfortunetely for these three..."
Darren tapped one of the muscle bound men. There was a soft moan from somewhere. "I doubt that they'll be able to say much until they bulk down in a few years or so."
"Will they be alright?" Charles asked, halfway concerned about them. "I mean, you think they'll tell?"
"I doubt it." Darren smirked. "From what I've seen, they'll have a lot of trouble remembering their own names when their brains are trying to take in and control all this muscle mass. See, look at this."
Darren walked around the giant man until he came to the head, which was about 1/100th the size of the body. "You remeber who I am?"
"Buuru?" Cain replied, looking up with dreamy eyes. "Buuuvuuva!"
"See? Complete idiocy." Darren laughed. "Now let's get out of here before the police arrives to take care of them."
Charles smiled broadly as he placed his hand over Darren's shoulder as they walked out of the warehouse as two best friends.
END