Tim's Adventure 13
by Wordshop
When Tommy returned to their bedroom it was almost morning. He had been up nearly all night and had experienced in his dreams what his Uncles had characterized as a normal fear reaction to "the unknown".
The light was just starting to come through the window as the sun was starting to rise. The hair on Tim's face was in evidence and it was very dark. Tommy was wondering what was going to happen to him on that count as well. He was feeling other things, but he had not had the hair sensations as yet.
By the weekend, the one showing the most change was Tim. He was shaving his face three times a day and was having trouble keeping up with it. It was actually becoming a point of frustration for him.
After breakfast on Saturday, Gary took Tommy aside and suggested that he help Tim in a way that maybe he had not thought of.
"I don't understand Uncle Gary, how….how can I help him?"
"Remember that Tim does things to try and please you." "I suggest that we make it time for a few beards around here." "This would allow Tim to stop shaving for a while, and, if he just does a trim, the growth at least in his own eyes is not going to predominate his life." "He may have to trim a few times a week, but, it will not be this constant obsessive shaving mania."
Tim was rinsing the dishes for the dishwasher, when Tommy walked up behind him and nuzzled his nose and cheek in against his Tim's neck.
"Hey darlin', I think I would love my sexy sweetheart to grow a beard….."
"What?"
"I think you'd look really hot with a beard."
"I was thinking of growing one myself, I am going to have the same problem you're having right now, maybe I should just prepare for it now, eliminate the frustration, and just grow a beard."
"I don't want to be the only one!"
"I've never had a beard?"
"You had enough hair for a nice one even before we met."
"To be presentable, the only thing you'd need to do is to edge it and trim it."
"I've always been self conscious about being so hairy, I…I'm kind of ashamed of it."
"Why?"
"I don't know, I guess it was something that made me very different, other guys made fun of me, and I felt so out of place in High School."
"Do you know that your dark shadow and the obvious fur coat you had was something that had me jacking off when you first sent pictures to me!"
"Yeah Right!"
"I see and imagine the additional hair you're gonna grow, and it turns me on….big time!"
The conversation itself was turning Tommy on, it was true he was very turned on by Tim's body hair.
"If you think I'm kidding, just look, even talking about it is. . . ."
Tim looked down towards Tommy's crotch.
"Oh, shit!"
"It's getting hard as you can see, and in a minute this thing is going to rip my pants if it keeps getting harder!"
"Remember baby, we're in for this ride together!"
"Well. . . ."
"I feel kinda weird. . . .I seem to be the only one changing. . . .er. . .ah, when's this going to kick in for you like it is kicking in for me?"
"In me, last time, the hair growth did not `kick in' until about half way into the drug regimen." "You heard Uncle Gary, this is being allowed to be dictated by what our bodies want as far as order." "In you, the hair growth first, and based on what I am starting to feel, I think I will start seeing major muscle and weight increases soon."
"Remember that when we get to the main growth phase that we are only going to go four weeks in `warp drive'." "The countdown on that will probably begin pretty soon."
"By the way, I don't know if you've noticed, but as I rub your chest, I'm starting to feel pecs under there. . . ."
Within seconds, Tim's dick was hard as fucking rock! He had been worrying about the hair growth so much, he hadn't even looked at his body! The new hair and his latent fears of more, had been such a distraction, that he had not even thought about anything else.
Gary knew one of the heads of the X-Ray department at the local hospital. He had a couple of quick x-rays taken of Tim's right wrist, right knee and right ankle. The excuse on the charts was that Tim had fallen off one of the horses and had some soreness, so there was a check for hairline fractures.
The real reason for the x-rays was to double check bone growth and density.
On Sunday, both were called in to the ranch medical office. Tim and Tommy walked in to see an array of trays each with several pre-loaded syringes.
"Oh shit!"
"Ride time!"
"Both of you drop em!"
The trays were lined up and Tommy received his injections first. Mike had two syringes and darted him on the right side while Gary had the other two and darted him on the left side.
"Ouch!"
"Don't worry! You won't need any more till next weekend!"
"What's this?"
"The formulae are a little different for each one of you." "Tommy, you received some hormone amplifiers and a few things to nuke a few levels we need for the growth to come, and in addition there were additional preparations for your skin to prevent stretch marks."
"Tim, your blood-work indicated that the main things you needed related to your skin and you received a major boost on the muscle growth agents." "Before we could add the muscle, we had to beef up the skeleton." "If we had not done that one, the additional weight you're headed for in the long term could have caused injury to you." "Right now, you have enough bone density and strength to go well beyond where Tommy is right now."
"Shit!"
"What. . . . er. . . how much do you expect me to gain?"
"In the next four weeks somewhere between 20 and 30 pounds!"
Tim was visibly shaking, here it was, it was coming, and it was real!
"Wow!"
"That would place me. . ."
"Between 170 and 180 pounds!"
"What about me?"
"Tommy, we've got to go far more slowly with you." "You started this round at 240 and your measurements were already very large." "Also, you are doing intense workouts at the gym, with that factored in, we don't want any more than twenty pounds on you this time." "We don't want to draw too much attention to you." "You're out in the public too much."
"Isn't that additional weight going to make Tim stick out like a sore thumb?
"No, not really. . ."
"We kept your old clothes from before, and what we are going to do is to change identical out for identical in graduated sizes." "This way, he may be getting larger, but, as the ranch hands see him, and as he is out in public, it will not be all that noticeable."
"Tommy, tomorrow I want you to take Tim into the gym here at the ranch. I want you to start showing him proper form on everything." "Remember that you are teaching him to do all of this himself." "He can't appear with you at the gym in town until he is about where you are right now."
"Oh shit!"
Tim was thinking of what he would look like at 240 pounds, that thought had his dick rock hard. The fact that he had not yet pulled up his pants and his extremely hairy butt was flying in the breeze had been forgotten. Tommy was also hard and throbbing at the thought of Tim at that size.
Tim had to ask: "Uncle Gary, Uncle Mike?"
"How far are you going to take me?"
"As far as you want to go!"
This sent Tim almost into mental overload.
"Oh, by the way guys, we forgot to do something, get rid of the rest of the clothes for a few more minutes."
"What?"
"Measurements, of course!"
The drudgery of the measurements had wilted a couple of dicks.
"That's good, we need flaccid measurements first on those dicks anyway!"
"Yeah I remember"
"Tommy, how often do we have to do this?"
"Every night!"
"Ugh!"
"Tommy, you go first so Tim can see the ropes!"
"Ugh!"
"Ok. . . .you've made your point!"
"Ugh!"
Tommy walked over to some tape marks on the floor and stood facing forward with his hands at his side palms forward.
Click. . .
Tommy then relaxed his arms at his side.
Click. . .
The photography continued front back and both sides relaxed.
"OK Tim, your turn!"
Tim was coached through the exact same pattern that Tommy had done. In reality once he learned it, the total time would be about two minutes for the whole series.
Gary was at another camera station and the digicam was ready.
Tommy laid his flaccid dick on a table top in something that kind of looked like a "Branick Device" used for sizing shoes. The device gave both a length measurement and a diameter measurement at the same time into the camera lens.
"OK Tim, your turn!"
Tim laid his dick down on the cold metal tray and the adjustments were made to have it reflect his actual measurements.
Gary appeared with another tray. He took out a small vial and prepped a pair of insulin syringes. He then inserted one into a small device that covered the syringe.
"Damn, those fucking shots!" "I hate those things!"
"Honey what are those for?"
"You're about to get a shot of prostaglandin in your dick!"
"What is prostaglandin?"
"Prostaglandin is a medication normally used in people who have erectile dysfunction, it allows them to have an erection."
"We're hard most of the time why do we need that?"
"The reason my dear is that a normal erection is only seventy to eighty percent of your real erectile capacity. What they needs is a 100% erection to have an accurate measurement of what our actual full size really is."
"A shot in the dick, doesn't that hurt a lot?"
"Naw, it's what's called an `intracavernosal injection', and surprisingly your dick does not have the ability to feel pain as you would think." "The shot doesn't really hurt, but our dicks will be harder than anything you've ever experienced in your life for about. . . ."
"An hour" Gary answered.
"This is going to be interesting anyway."
"Why?"
"The last time I was measured was about three weeks after my last growth cycle, and I may have grown some more since that time."
Tommy noticed that two separate vials were used, he was confused.
"Uncle Gary, why two separate vials?"
"Different formula."
"Why?"
"Tommy because you are so much bigger than average I would have to use a far larger dosage on you than I would on Tim to get the same result." "What I have here is a formula with a far higher dosage."
Gary volunteered: "Tommy, because of the size difference Tim's dose is about one-half of yours."
"Crap!"
"What does that mean sweetheart?"
"What it means is that my dick is going to be so hard it will probably try and stretch from the inside out and it might actually be so hard it will be painful."
"Oh!"
"Uncle Gary do you really need to do that?"
"Tim, sadly I do." "This is common for doctors who do some types of surgery on penile tissue."
"How often are we going to need to do this?"
"It depends on how you guys react to the growth factors in the formula."
"You have probably grown a very small amount already."
"Tim, your formula has more of the penile growth related factors in it than Tommy's."
"Why?"
"Because in all practicality Tommy can't grow much bigger and be able to penetrate anything or anyone."
"There is a limit to what even a treated ass or vaginal canal can take."
"Vaginal canal?"
"Figure of speech, it means that if there is a day that this kind of thing goes public and becomes available through the local MD, the penile growth for the average male will have to be monitored to a max kept under ten inches." "If there were a female her genitals would have to be measured to not exceed her capacity by a wide margin." You guys are special and can take far more than an average person can."
"Oh."
Gary came over and with a speed and skill that was astounding used this little spring loaded device to inject Tim's flaccid penis. He then went back to the other syringe, reloaded the little tool with Tommy's different formula and in a manner of a few seconds he had injected Tommy as well.
"Have fun guys, we'll be back after taking a leak and getting a glass of iced tea."
A few seconds later, Tim started to feel an unusual tingling in his dick and his balls began to roll around in their sack on their own. Initially, it was kind of weird in that his dick did not start to erect evenly. For a few seconds his dick had a weird curve as one chamber began to fill with blood before the other one. A few seconds later the drug hit the other side and the second chamber opened the gateway for blood and started to erect.
With Tommy's far greater size he was going to take longer and he knew it.
"This feels weird."
At this point Tim's dick was creeping downward and expanding slowly.
Tommy's dick started to tingle too, and like Tim his erection started in the side in which he had been injected. His huge cock hung down and was gaining in length and girth at a slow rate.
Tim was already about fifty percent hard and his dick though not completely erect was gaining in size rapidly.
"Oh, that feels weird, there is this kind of pain, I don't know how to describe it."
"Yeah, I know, kind of a dull pain and yet if there is such a thing it is a `good pain' if something can be described that way.
Tommy was now hanging down and his dick being so much larger took a great deal longer to fill with blood without sexual stimulation.
Tim asked: "Could we speed this up?"
"Yeah, we could easily, but this first time I want you to experince this because it will help you recognize if there is a problem."
"A problem?"
"What can happen?"
"There is a state called a `priapism', which means that the valves are all the way open with no control."
"How do you tell?"
"The good pain turns to bad when it gets there."
"It really hurts a lot and you get stuck in the `up' position and it is most difficult to constrict the blood vessels and get you back down."
"How do they do that?"
"If the medical person is knowledgeable they give you another shot of a very powerful vasoconstrictor right in the dick."
"Because you're hard that one hurts a wee bit."
"That doesn't sound good."
"There are some surgical drain techniques if all the vasoconstrictors fail."
"Fortunately using those techniques is rarely needed."
"These drugs are incredibly safe if the person using it knows what they are doing."
"Oh!"
"Having a dick this hard is really kind of fun, you'll find out!"
"Then why did you dread it?"
"Timing!"
"I actually wanted a shot like this, but I wanted to have it just before I make love to the person I love most!"
By this time Tim's dick was throbbing hard and was actually as hard as a steel bar, much harder than it normally would have been. Tommy was now beginning to rise in an arc and as he did the thickness began to increase and do so quickly.
Tim walked over and watched the erecting process in the dick of his lover as it slowly expanded larger and larger. It was now starting to take on characteristics that Tim had never seen before. The venis feeding the huge penis were beginning to show and were getting larger. The length started to creep out more as the arc passed the vertical and headed to an angle above parallel to the floor.
Tommy looked over and saw something that made him laugh.
"Turns you on eh?"
"What do you mean?"
"Look at the end of your dick."
There was a little precum that was starting to appear at the end with no stimulation other than the visual of Tommy erecting.
"Oh…"
"What?"
"It's this last little bit that gets to be difficult."
"Why?"
"When you get bigger you will find out, in the beginning I did not have this sensation either."
Just then Gary and Mike walked back into the room.
"Good self control, we expected an orgy by the time we got back."
"Would be nice, but I wanted Tim to experience the sensations of this stuff without any help the first time."
"Talk about priapism?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, OK, that makes sense."
Tommy was most of the way up now and he felt his own dick.
"Uncles, I think that I am at about eighty five percent."
"Tim, do us a favor and suck your other half for a about a minute, that will finish the job."
Tim dropped down to his knees in front of Tommy and started working on his dick. The second he did this the valves controlling blood flow opened and every part of Tommy's body tried to force more blood into his already rampant erection. As Tim worked on it, it felt like it was still trying to get larger.
A rubber glove came into Tim's view and felt Tommy's penis in an appraising manner.
"Ok, he's ready."
Tim broke off the oral action and Tommy made it over to the measuring device. Mike and Gary opened the device wide open so that Tommy could position his hardon in the correct place. Gary had some notes in his hand and it took him only seconds to reposition the measuring slides to get the data.
"You're right."
"What?" Tommy said,
Since we stopped your last cycle on the formula you've gained about a quarter inch in length and maybe another quarter in diameter.
"Tommy would you give your love the same treatment he gave you a few minutes ago?"
"Of course!"
Tommy went down on his knees in front of Tim and started working on him. Surprisingly, Tim started to pant as he also started trying to fill a space that was already full to even greater capacity.
When Tommy was finished, Tim was literally throbbing. His much smaller penis was covered in veins and looking huge and angry in comparison to how it normally looked.
Tim had been in a state of bliss based on the sensations. He then looked down at his own penis for the first time since Tommy had gotten that last little bit of size out of it.
"Holy shit!"
Gary chuckled" "Bet you've never seen it that large before!"
Tim was mesmerized by the appearance of his dick, he had never seen it look like this.
Within seconds, and before Tim could make it over to the measuring device, there was a stream of thick clear precum lube starting to drip from the end of his dick.
It was difficult for Tim to withstand the measurement. Where Tommy's dick because of it's size retained a little maneuverability, Tim's was so hard that moving it was stretching ligment structures that were virgin to stretching and that didn't feel great.
Back in California, Tony had just gotten himself a new freelance assignment. There was a Movie Star who had been a young heartthrob a short time ago. He had hated Hollywood and had purchased a ranch just outside Ruidoso New Mexico to get away from the intrusive people of the industry including and especially the "Paparazzi".
There was a rumor that this young star had been diagnosed with a rare and very aggressive form of cancer. Pictures of this man looking like crap would net Tony many thousands of dollars. There was a bounty for those pictures. Most of the celeb chasers would not go to a rural part of New Mexico. Also many had investigated and found New Mexico laws on trespassing to be very harsh. In California the gun owner was always in the "wrong" no matter what. In New Mexico, the laws were considerably less stringent. In New Mexico one had many rights dealing with stalking, theft, and self defense. It was a chance that Tony would have to take. Tony on the other hand would do anything to "get" the "target".
From Google earth, Tony had learned the lay of the land around the star's ranch. There were some hills covered in brush that could provide cover for telephoto pictures. Tony went the Southern Route having taken Interstate 10 from California to just west of Phoenix where he picked up the 85 Cutoff to bypass the Phoenix traffic. He figured he would spend the night in either Lordsburg or Deming and head on to Ruidoso where the ranch was located the next day.
He would be leaving for New Mexico the following Friday.
Tim had, in the few months he had called New Mexico home, by virtue of good calorie dense food and a great deal of exercise gained a little bit of weight before the formula. It wasn't much, but a total of ten pounds took Tim from 130 to 140 pounds and this was good in Tim's eyes. The only way that Tim had realized anything was happening was based on how his clothes fit. Tim was still by miles the lightest in the house because both Mike and Gary were just under 200 pounds.
There was an element of this that still seemed like Science Fiction to Tim, and yet he had the proof that something was taking place.
Tommy had a dream that night.
This time the dream was hard to figure, but for some reason he was not afraid of a nightmare like he had been.
As he found himself dreaming he heard Tim's voice.
"What has my baby been doing?" "My baby wants a bodybuilding title, but my poor little baby is not working hard enough to get it!" "Daddy is going to make his little boy work until he drops for that title." "Does my baby want Daddy to force him to win?"
"Yes Daddy, I am a big wuss. . . .I want you to force me to train, I want you to force me to workout." "I want my baby to be the biggest bodybuilder in the history of the sport!" "You are no longer in control of your body, I am in control!" "I am going to make you a champion and you do not have anything to say about it!" "You will be my creation!" "I will use any means I have to make you a champion!" "If my baby wins his first competition I will fuck him until he sprays cum on the ceiling!" "Daddy will not be very happy if his baby loses will he?"
The voice that Tommy heard was sort of like Tim's, and yet it had a seductive quality to it. Tommy awakened with a start and realized that whatever had happened had caused him to ejaculate all over Tim's back again!
As Tim stirred awake he realized that he was wet in the front where something had caused him to ejaculate and he was wet in the back where Tommy had ejaculated all over his butt.
Not a word was exchanged as the two quickly threw the soiled sheets in the laundry, and cleaned themselves up.
In a manner totally innocent and without intention Tim quietly said:
"My baby going to have a good workout tomorrow?" "My baby want my help?"
Those words said in jest did something to Tommy. Within a few seconds his dick started rising and throbbing to yet another erection.
Tim without realizing what he was doing and without intention then said:
"Well, looks like my baby needs another kind of workout!"
The problem was, Tommy's mind was doing a quick re-edit on the words and everything Tim said was turning into the words from the dream sequence.
"My Tommy baby needs another kind of workout doesn't he!" "He needs his baby to suck his cock doesn't he?"
"These words though different than the dream were being re-edited in Tommy's brain with lightening speed. What he was seeing was the normal Tim, but his mind in a slightly sleepy state was playing tricks on him.
Tim walked over to Tommy with the intention of quenching some sex drive and what he did not realize was that with the mental re-edit everything he was doing was having just the opposite effect. He was building a fire in Tommy that was pushing Tommy's erotic buttons at an incredible rate.
Tommy's dick came back up and this time it was throbbing hard, it was harder than a steel bar, it was hard as granite and very soon a drop of precum appeared at the tip of his monster dick. The more Tim said soothing erotic words, the more Tommy's adled brain made them into molten lava.
"My baby want his cock sucked?"
"My baby want to have a great workout tomorrow?"
"Oh, look at my baby's cock!"
Tommy was hearing. . . . .
"You want that miserable little cock sucked don't you?"
"You better work out real hard tomorrow, I wanna see a huge pump when you get home!"
"Look at that miserable little cock begging for Daddy's attention!"
Tommy was looking at Tim as if he were a total stranger, a huge string of precum was now leaking out of the end of his throbbing cock as if it were from a leaking water pipe.
Tim not realizing that Tommy was in a trance like state took Tommy's cock in his hands, got down on his knees and began to work on his cock in all the ways that Tommy liked.
Tim worked on Tommy as if he were a madman.
Tommy was standing and his eyes were open. His brain was still asleep and had gone to other places.
In his dream he was in the dairy barn. This huge dark muscled figure had hooked him up to a human milking machine. He could feel the first volley forming now, yet he couldn't move, he couldn't talk, he could do nothing but groan.
Tim heard Tommy groan and was rewarded with a huge glob of precum for his efforts. Tim started working harder.
Tommy's mind saw Tim adjust a dial on the milking machine which increased the speed of the pulsator. The machine was attached to his dick and he could not move, he was somehow immobile and the first of many loads was going to be sucked from his body.
Tommy started panting and groaning in his state. . . .
Uh. . .Uh. . . Uh. . . Uh. . . was going on in a steady beat. Tim could see Tommy's hips thrusting a microscopic amount.
In Tommy's mind he was tied to a pole in the dairy barn and he was trying to thrust into the mechanical devil that was going to suck the life right out of him. He was trying to thrust to bring himself over but he couldn't and the orgasm was just building to a fever level.
When Tommy finally reached the peak Tim slowed down a little to make it better, in Tommy's mind the machine was torturing him and that satanic machine was designed by his master to torture him with pleasure until he completely broke. Again and again Tim simply edged Tommy. Again and again Tommy perceived the machine to be doing this and he was certain that it was trying to make him completely lose his mind.