That was all I felt for Trevor as his hand worked ineptly over the stalk of my penis. Sure, Trevor was a wealthy sod who had never needed to do anything on his own, but I know his parents didn't hire someone to jack him off. I almost felt like giving him some pointers, but I was moderately indisposed, being the target of his incompetent attentions.

My balls were churning with the agony of holding back the tide, begging for wet release. A disastrous release, if the wicked look of anticipation on my molester's face was any indication. I almost wished that Phil were still in the room, but he had left after striking a bargain with Trevor. I wish I'd been able to overhear what had been worth fifteen minutes alone with me. Maybe Phil didn't realize how potent a catalyst for growth I was becoming.

"Fifteen minutes with him," Phil had said as he sauntered out of the room. "It's all you, Trevor."

Not that Trevor was making the best possible effort to get his money's worth. His hands were rubbing at my member frantically, as if I were some sort of cow to be milked. It was almost humorous, which helped me keep from spewing at the coarse meanderings of his hands. If I could just hold out for about ten minutes longer, I'd be free again. And Trevor would not have what he wanted. But on the other hand, my balls were still full from earlier denial, when Phil had not let me produce my full load. My firm little six-pack kept clenching with the effort, but my struggles were getting weaker. After all, it's natural for a body to want release.

But there was nothing natural about this. The world had turned upside down, and I felt like I was falling off. No, maybe that was just the blood rushing out of one head and into the other.

Sweat gave Trevor's newly-refined musculature a defining sheen. I tried to keep my mind away from the leaping of his slender biceps and triceps as he jerked on my throbbing cock. Strove to ignore the bobbing of his average-sized cock. Fought to maintain control over the urge to cum. Oh boy, was I ever going to explode.

Then, abruptly, Trevor stopped.

He looked into my eyes, the mad thirst in his meeting the desperation in mine. He was panting as if he had won an Olympic event. A silky coil of bleach-blond hair was plastered down across the tanned plane of his brow. He licked his lips, which spread into a thin smile.

"It's called irony, you know," he told me matter-of-factly. In contrast to his fervor of just a few moments ago, the tennis player's dispassion was jarring.

"Irony?" I grunted, sending a frantic thought of puppies and green fields running through my mind. This was a chance for salvation I would not miss.

"This whole thing, with you helping me grow. I remember how nice you were about teaching me on the weights." He shook his sweat-matted head. "But I never learned how to get results. You know why?"

I breathed in, intentionally biting back my response for a few moments. Time. "Because you never devoted yourself to it?"

"Buzz! Wro-ong." Trevor laughed to himself, a quiet bark of air. "It's all about genetics. I just don't have the right makeup for this. Sure, I'm tall enough. But I've got small bones, thin muscles... nothing like the potential that you had." With a shrug, he corrected, "Have. Hell, you're still buff."

Frustration blazed. "So, what. You weren't born with it, so it's all right to steal it? To take it from someone who doesn't want to give it to you? I tried to help you."

"You don't understand at all. I deserve to have a body that men will envy and women will want. I'm special."

"One of a kind, just like everyone else."

"You think it's so funny, don't you. You won't be laughing for long."

Hysteria overcame my common sense, and I began to laugh. Hard. "Do you even hear yourself?" I managed to speak between thunderous bouts of laughter. "You sound like a fucking evil villain. Why don't you just pull out the laser cannon, leave an evil henchman in the room, and let me escape?"

"Stop mocking me!" His voice was sharp, clear ice.

"Mocking?" Tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes. I stared at him, but I couldn't escape the feeling that my eyes betrayed hints of insanity. I realized now that, whatever my physical changes, I was not the same person I had been at the beginning of this harrowing experience. "I'm not mocking you, Trevor. Not any more. I pity you. You've made a deal with the devil. You watch. Some day, it's going to come d—ohhh, oh!"

Trevor had, swift as a striking asp, bent down and taken my member in his mouth. His tongue worked over my painfully stiff cock, begging it for its power. Caught unawares, my body responded as it had long wanted to do. My back arched. Toes began to clench in uncontrollable spasms.

I felt my balls churn, their hot wet payload roiling with the finality of their triumph. I had lost. The shame of that was only momentary against the explosion of senseless, searing flame that burned through my system. It rippled outward from my erogenous zones, tearing down the walls of my sense until my entire body was consumed in the eruption of pleasure.

I came so hard that Trevor's head rocked backward, but somehow he kept his mouth around my cock even as he began to cough on the seed of his superiority. After the first shot, he took it down like a champion. Each pulsing of my cock was heaven in my veins, and it just kept blasting out of me. I spent myself at the same time that Trevor pulled off.

He fell backwards, his eyes rolling up into his head.

Blissful, incoherent moans bubbled out of his throat as he settled himself on the floor, arms and legs splayed out, his pounding cock pointing toward the ceiling. It began an abrupt series of spurts. Gouts of pale fluid erupted from the tip, spraying two or three feet into the air. Of course, his erection did not subside.

It was swelling. The cock thickened as if preparing for another round of spurts, but instead it retracted slightly, then pulsed even larger. As it thickened, Trevor's tool lengthened, and suddenly, Trevor was no longer average at all but big and growing.

I had been so absorbed in the massing immensity of Trevor's member that I'd missed many of the bodily changes. The shape of his face had been altered; his jaw had broadened, his hazel eyes had deepened to a warm amber. Even his tan had shaded slightly, becoming a wealthy caramel. Cords of muscle wormed their way under the tennis player's former lithe build, strengthening him, expanding him, improving him.

His neck was bulging outward, swelling in time with the bordering traps. His shoulders were literally broadening. I could hear the cracking and settling of expanding bone, but Trevor looked to be in too much pleasure to feel any sort of pain. His delts were expanding at the same time. They could have been balloons but for the writhing striations and sharp cuts as they segued into his mounding triceps and biceps. Veins wound their way under the surface of his skin, dark blue even against the perfect depth of his tan.

His back looked like it was arching, but really his glutes and lats were working in concert to push the small of his back off the ground. At the same time, his chest mounded up, creating a rippling indentation between the two burgeoning muscles. They expanded outward, bulging toward the sky and forcing his nipples to point downward. His pectorals were an exquisite, massive shelf that protruded out over his abdomen by at least two inches. It was quite a feat, given how his abdomen was reshaping itself.

Trevor's abdomen had been flat before, with the barest traces of rounded abdominal muscles. Now they were framed by rippling obliques, and the recession of remaining fat had left his abs a cobbling of squared muscles, one row only slightly offset from the other in the march toward his cock. The downy hair there had thickened into a coarse treasure trail, but his cock and balls were still nestled in thin golden silk.

He bent his right arm slightly, causing a vein crisscrossed grapefruit of muscle to bulge out. It was pristinely balanced by a larger tricep with a full, sharp-edged belly. I felt my cock stirring again.

The man I had resisted creating came again as I watched. White gouts sprayed up toward the ceiling, splattering there with drumbeats of force. His cock was easily over nine inches, and judging from the muscular size that he had gained, he was possibly stronger than Jason now if not quite as tall. As his overlarge paw moved to clutch his huge member and jerk the last few pulses of cream from its span, I noted his size. One time, and he was almost as big as Jason.

Clapping sounds came from the doorway. I did not even bother to look.

Phil's voice said, "Dane. I've got to admit, I'm impressed." •