Side Effects (2000)

Some Privacy


After the stunt that guy pulled off yesterday Wess was not going to be caught off guard again. He had just phoned he was coming to pick up his car. Truth be said, he was happy to be rid of it, it really turned out to be much more trouble than it was worth. Now it was fixed and since there wasn't that much wrong with it anyway, it wasn't likely it would be back any time soon. This time, Wess was going to face that man standing. After the first shock wore off, he was sure it was only his mind's eye playing tricks on him, no-one can be that big.

`Good morning` Wess turned around at the sound of that voice, and the second he did, he knew he was wrong. `I`ve been told I can pick up my car here...`

Wess suddenly realized he was supposed to answer something. He suddenly felt like a wimp, because not only can one be that big, in fact that `one` looked much bigger than Wess remembered. A small voice in the back of Wess` head insisted on asking how this guy was going to fit into that car. Another voice, one which Wess never wanted to hear, said 'that's what a real man should look like`. He was faced by a real life giant, one which was again looking down at him, and right into the eye.

'the key is in the car` was all Wess could say. There was no doubt in his mind any more a man can be that big, because right next to that first giant, there was another one. This one was equally big, which meant taller than Wess was himself, and he always thought of himself as tall. The two looked a yard wide each. The other guy was smooth faced, black haired, absolutely gigantic, with a tiny waist. His muscles were, just like those of the guy getting in the car, so big they looked about ready to rip his skin. And they were in fact ripping his muscle shirt and pants apart. And in case of the pants there was a huge bulge in them that made Wess feel like a eunuch. For some reason the only word that Wess could think of that would describe them was `beautiful` although he kept correcting himself with `handsome`.

'Mike, did you do this?` the other giant asked, holding that knotted wrench up, and the other, still attempting to make himself fit into the car, nodded. Then, to Wess` utter surprise, as one of the giants pulled out with the car, the other neatly unwrapped the wrench and straightened it almost completely, which made his muscles flex until Wess thought they would explode. He didn't even groan, but the wrench sure did subjected to such torture for the second time in less than 24 hours. The guy just looked at it first, then gripped it, which made the shapes in his forearms almost explode through his skin, and then he breathed in, and pushed and pulled. Wess couldn't stop looking at those hair covered pecs all puffed up with the exertion, producing shapes under that skin which looked like angry waves on a muscle sea, with something approaching horror Wess caught himself just short of bringing his hand up to touch those giant muscle bulges. Still he continued staring even when they flattened down only slightly, going relaxed, the wrench straightened, feeling a strange disappointment at seeing those biceps deflate from bigger than softball boulders to thick shaft-like shapes as the guy breathed out slowly. Wess had once seen one of those wrenches bent and it took two strong men and a length of pipe for better leverage, and yet the only indication of it being difficult to this giant was a barely audible sound of teeth gritting. Then, the deed done, the guy took one deep breath, which produced a barely audible rip in that muscle shirt he was wearing, trying to contain a chest that suddenly swelled unbelievably, before he turned around and walked away. Wess picked up the wrench. It was warm.

`Yo Wess, what you doin` back there?` It was Al. He turned around, watching the black haired giant walk away to another parked car. His gait was muscle-bound to say the least but there was absolutely no pretense in it, each movement oozed power, and Wess realized, something manly graceful, it was like watching skin encased steel move. Al turned back, facing Wess.

`Jeez, look at that freak... what was that all about?` He asked.

`Oh, nothing... I think I need a beer...` Wess answered. Al was looking at him in a strange way. `It's not the only thing you need, man` he said, looking down, and then left chuckling. Wess looked down, shocked to see his coveralls tented out at his crotch.

== * ==

Mike had been following Jan's car in his own for the last two hours.

They had decided to take both cars, dividing the supplies between them. They had taken everything but the kitchen sink, Mike thought, but offset the missing kitchen sink with other things. Jan insisted on stopping at a specialist shop of some kind and after a few minutes emerged with something that looked like a rather large collapsed bazooka painted white. He only said it's harmless, but fun when Mike asked what it was.

Finally, Mike saw Jan take a turn onto a dusty trail, off the blacktop. They had actually been driving for some 40 minutes down a side road which kept going more and more convoluted and narrower by each passing mile. This was what reminded Mike of the supplies, with each passing minute he was more and more amazed that `in the middle of nowhere` really could mean only a two hours drive from the city, and he realized how limited his knowledge of the surrounding country really was - all he knew were the highways, and he never even thought of what was in-between them. The trail they were driving on was also getting narrower, and it led, just like the last 30 miles of the road, through a forest, which kept getting thicker. Then, it suddenly started getting sparse, and finally, they were driving alongside the forrest. The terrain was hilly, and the mid-day sun made it almost look like something out of a fairytale. And, it was completely and utterly deserted. Mike thought it was actually a good thing they went separately, because they would probably either crash, not being able to keep their hands from each other, or at least stop so many times that they wouldn't get wherever it was they were going for days. That is, provided they could fit themselves in one car, not to mention all the rest of the stuff they had. Still, the first part of the trip, on the usual highways, Mike almost drove on automatic, his thoughts contemplating his ex-life. Definitely ex, because it has changed so much now that he had trouble believing it had been real. Or this was real. Or both. The only way to avoid the confusion was not to think about it, but he couldn't help himself. He was actually glad when they got off the usual roads, and started traveling ones Mike had never been on before, and then with this last, old and wiggly road, it was a challenge which presented a welcome distraction and a return to the present. It was even more of a challenge because it took all of Mike's concentration a few times to get his coordination right. He had definitely outgrown his car, and not making himself smaller had become something of a philosophy lately.

Finally, they approached a fork in the road, and Jan took a left turn. It was obvious it was very rarely used, to say the least, in fact, Mike could barely recognize it as a road, it was only a slightly different pattern of grass and leaves. As they rounded a curve cut into a hill, suddenly the forest thinned out to bushes and there it was. Right at the edge of it, between two hills, there was the archetype of a wooden cabin, and only yards away, the ground became sloped and sandy, and there was a large lake, a funny misty green color. Mike realized it must have been a sand dig or something like that, hence the color. Artificial or not, it was perfect.

== * ==

`All done` Jan proclaimed, sitting on the edge of the front porch. It took them almost two hours to get the place decent and they were now a bit dusty, and definitely ready to enjoy the rest of the day. They had taken all the things out of both cars, stuffing a small storage room with them, and the ancient, huge Frigidaire that belonged in a museum. OK, Jan though, maybe we don't need to eat but he actually enjoyed that from time to time. The cabin was basically one room, except for the storage and the simplistic bathroom, it had electricity, although it wasn't very reliable. It did have a sort of kitchen area, but the part Jan liked most was the fireplace in the middle. He was actually a little sad it wasn't winter, it really felt cozy in winter. This used to be a gravel and sand dig before it was abandoned, and the cabin used to be the office and cantine of sorts. The land and everything on it was actually shared between several members of the family, and someone had at a time thought to make it a place to spend holidays. Most of those have moved far enough never to be seen even near it, and the rest, including Jan for the most time, never bothered to come down. Still, every couple of months someone would come just to see if it was still there. For Jan it was almost a habit, he remembered coming to this place since he was 6.

As they unloaded stuff and tidied up, and then did some re-arrangement of the scarce furniture, Jan had to admit it was arousing merely to watch and feel his and Mike's body work. And, as an extension to that, he thought they earned a bath. He stripped off his shirt, very literally, because it was already ripped enough to barely hold itself together, and started pulling his shorts off.

`Ah, going somewhere?` Mike asked.

`What's the matter, shy? Come on, it's only us men here, there probably isn't a soul 20 miles around. And, the water is calling` Jan answered, chuckling. Mike looked at him, and Jan was very much aware how his gaze passed specific parts of his body.

`Well, I forgot my bathing suit` Mike said, chuckling. Then, as Jan managed to pull his shorts, carefully avoiding ripping them apart, down his thighs, and to his knees, Mike suddenly stood up, and gave him the minutest of pushes. Just enough to loose balance.

'Mike you bastard...` Jan started, falling while trying to step out of his shorts, only to finally roll on the ground. Mike was already on his way to the lake, laughing his ass off, and shouting 'the last in's a rotten egg`. Jan heard a huge splash even before he managed to stand up. He must have covered the distance to the lake in seconds, it looked like it was only 10 steps, but enough for him to notice how his cock flopped from one thigh to another and the huge mass of his muscle jump up and down under his skin as he rushed on. He stopped right at the edge of the water only to see Mike emerge to the surface with his shorts on his head. He spat water out of his mouth theatrically, and said 'the larger they are, the harder they fall`

and giggled like a little kid. He was still wearing the shirt, which was now soaked and transparent, like a second skin. Jan lunged into the water, bellowing at the top of his lungs. In a second he was beside Mike.

`Cheat!` he said, jerking his head to get his hair out of his eyes.

Mike only laughed.

`Boss, you look like an idiot with those on your head` Jan said. `Oh, I love it when you talk dirty` Mike said, posing like some slut, pushing his hip out to the side, and stroking it. It was so comical Jan almost doubled over, laughing, soon to be joined by Mike. `Come on big boy, don't you like what you see` Mike started in a high voice, rotating his hips, his hand on his head, but couldn't contain himself any more so the last word came out as laughter, and he doubled up, clutching his abdomen.

`Just put that hand over there again, and flex, I'll take you right on the spot` Jan said, now beside Mike. Mike calmed down, and then looked at Jan.

'no, it's your turn now. I want to see those muscles bulge and flex and grow` Mike said, squeezing Jan's pecs, throwing his shorts off his head with his other hand.

`Like this?` Jan said, and flexed in a most muscular pose.

'no, like THIS` Mike said, and did the same, only Jan could see his pecs grow visibly. 'nothing wrong with a little pump, is it?` Mike said. This was going to be fun, Jan thought. The mere thought of what was to be next made his crotch tingle. He flexed in a most muscular and made himself grow slightly. He could actually feel his muscles become bigger and tighter as he flexed. The feeling was so hot his cock went hard in seconds. So did Mike's and in a second more, Mike's hands were all over Jan's body.

`Yes, do it... grow, I know you want it` he whispered. Jan was not to be alone in this. He could see pure lust in Mike's eyes, and there was nothing he wanted to see more. He knew Mike saw the same in his eyes. He saw Mike visibly becoming thicker, and then he flexed his biceps, producing a bulge the likes of which the world has never seen. It made both of them gasp in surprise, it looked like a huge split ball of freaky flesh, the size of the twin peak was incredible.

`God, look at that!` Mike exclaimed. `Your turn now` he added. Jan went into a front lat pose, feeling his back grow broader by inches. It left Mike gaping and that was all the reaction Jan needed. Mike was not to be intimidated, and did the same, flexing and grunting, and growing, until Jan thought his lats were going to fill the space between his armpits and his elbows. This time, however, every muscle on Mike's body grew in proportion. His pecs inflated, gaining inches of thickness, the wet shirt he was wearing groaning under the strain, and his arms became absolutely immense, bigger than any Jan saw or imagined by far. Then, Mike doubled his flexing efforts, and the shirt ripped all the way down his abs, right behind his cock which was jutting straight up to Mike's pecs, swollen to it's incredible size. When Mike stopped flexing, his arms stayed wide, pushed apart by his enormous back and triceps, the later jutted to the side pushed out by the lats, enough to be seen from dead front. Without saying anything, he gave a few tugs to his cock, and ripped the remains of his shirt off.

Jan turned around, giving Mike a view of his back, went into a lat pose, and let himself grow. Feeling himself quite literally inflate with muscle almost made him cum at the spot, and Mike's gasps from behind him didn't help either. But he held on, realizing the winner of the game was the one who made the other cum first. He felt his muscles pushing into one another, competing for the precious space, and felt himself get heavier, but it was such a funny feeling because when he moved to accommodate his growing thighs, he felt the added mass but also felt it was effortless to move it around. He could see his pecs without even looking down, and over them his rock hard cock jutting from his crotch, which he couldn't see. He turned around again, and almost fell off his feet.

'so you thought you`d have it easy by not looking, huh?` asked the biggest muscle stud on this planet. Jan stood there, his mouth open.

Mike had grown to such proportions that there wasn't a word to describe him. Both of them had made themselves incredibly wide in the shoulders, but Mike was now more than half as wide as he was tall.

Standing there in the water, which reached just below his crotch, made him look even wider. His shoulders, pecs and abs looked permanently flexed, and there was enough of them to divide amongst three people and still make them look huge. Pecs bulging into a split shelf of muscle which jutted out 8 inches, clearly separated from shoulders just short of basketball size. Behind all that were lats which looked like a thick cloak, tapering down into a ultratight waist, tying into the immense ribcage by way of serratus muscles which looked sharp to the touch, and ready to cut themselves out through the skin. Abs? Eight huge bulging squares, separated by gashes, but surrounding all that was a sea of tangled cords of muscle, going from obliques to intercostals. They looked immensely strong and certainly had to be to carry that astonishing torso, the view of it partially obscured by a two-foot log of erect manflesh.

Mike's traps sweeped up just below his ears, but you could still see the huge neck muscles tie into them. And his arms were enough to make Jan swoon, so big Mike's elbows were held out even with his incredible shoulder width. Upper arm muscles so huge they must have been a match in circumference to the waist, biceps and triceps bulging completely relaxed, and forearms that looked like they would burst the skin containing them into shreds with their razor-sharp cords. Mike just stood there, every breath moving those incredible cuts on his body as the muscles shifted a bit. Jan realized Mike was staring straight at him, and the fact that he must have looked very similar hit him with incredible force. Suddenly, Mike kneeled into the water, and said: `Don't move, you only need the finishing touches`, and then, with an impish grin, grabbed hold of Jan's cock, and stuffed the head in his mouth, which made Jan wince, and then made a gesture like he was blowing, which made Jan almost explode in laughter, and the only thing that kept him from doing so were his pecs which visibly swelled, growing. He felt his arms being lifted apart by his growing back and triceps, and he couldn't resist stroking his pecs, looking down at the immense expanse they made. He couldn't believe they were his, but the touch was very reassuring.

== * ==

Mike was blowing the god of muscle mass. Jan was now impossibly huge, he was as much bigger compared to minutes before as he was minutes before, compared to a regular Joe from the street. Mike tasted his pre-cum, the aroma reminding him that this indeed was Jan. Mike knew he probably wasn't far behind in size, he felt strong as a bulldozer and his chest jutted out like shelf. A second ago he looked to the sides only to be amazed at the view of his shoulders protruding that far out, and being so huge. He wished Jan to match his size completely, and right now, looking from below, his mouth off the incredibly engorged head of Jan's cock, but his hand still securely on the shaft, he was looking at enough muscle to fill his view completely. Mike let his hands roam under the water finding two immense pillars of muscle that were Jan's thighs, and traced the deep gashes and cuts on them up to Jan's super-tight waist. From there up, the flare looked almost like an upturned pyramid. Mike took it all in at once, the lats thick as some men's whole torso, flaring upwards to a width of surely more than a yard. In front, that perfect six-pack that was now perfectly immense, cut inches deep, and moving with every breath Jan took. Like an improbable corset of sorts the obliques, cut into shreds, connected that incredible, hair outlined abdomen, with the wall of lats. And that corset moved and writhed too, like so many interwoven snakes, suddenly braking into a zig-zag pattern of sharp tiles that made the serratus muscles, right between the place where those immense lats became the widest, and the pecs rose like two granite plates. The thickness made Mike realize how big the abs were as well, because they competed for space with the bottom of the pecs. Jan's nipples pointed straight down, and they were visibly hard. He couldn't see Jan's face, but when he moved, his hands disappearing to reach the top of those immense pec muscle slabs, Mike almost came watching Jan's arms bulge, the triceps jutting outwards, and the biceps becoming a ball which pushed into the immense forearms, which even from this angle looked bigger than the biggest upper arms Mike had ever seen before. As Jan's arms moved, the big balls of biceps muscle became even bigger, that perfect shape still clearly evident, the split visible inspite the gigantic swollen size. The knowledge that he himself was as big and as cut was as sexual as what he was looking at. The final touch was to give them both the pump of a lifetime on top of the gigantic muscle they both had now.

Mike stood up, still holding Jan by his cock, which was hot to the touch. Jan was almost panting in lust, and Mike realized he probably was as well. From head on, Jan looked even more incredible. The size of him was enough to obscure everything else, and it was visibly getting bigger, veins becoming prominent on his arms and the bottom of his abdomen. Mike regarded the sea of pec muscle, the hair outlining it even more now, for a moment he didn't dare touch it, but then he did, and he got touched back. He felt his own muscles get tight with the pump, it felt like his skin was several sizes too small. He didn't know where to look and touch first. Panting like two animals in heat, they both parted for a second, Mike just couldn't get enough of Jan and the only way he could see more was to step back, only for a second. As he did that, Jan surprised him with a double biceps pose which almost made him loose his footing. There were no words, it was pure sex, and not even touch was needed. With something like a sigh Jan breathed in, bringing his pecs up, until they jutted straight in front of him, and flexed his biceps. Just a little more and he'll explode, Mike thought, as he felt his balls tighten. There was no return. The rules had changed, and the goal was to cum all over each other. Before he lost any sense of what was actually going on, Mike parried with a pose of his own, and then it became a posing orgy. He saw pecs swell like balloons, biceps reaching fists easily, abs crunching into stone hard blocks, and lats spanning more than a yard of width, and then, he shot all over that muscle, holding his cock like a hose, shocked at the amount and the intensity all at once. The next thing he knew, two bodies were one, tangled, and groping, feeling, stroking, licking. A little later, he realized he had been kissing Jan, pressed tight into him, hugging him no doubt with immense strength, if he could judge by the hug he was getting back. It was difficult reaching Jan's face, their pecs pressed into one another. Their lips finally parted. Mike kept looking into the black eyes of his lover, and he realized, he was forever lost in them. There was no stereotype in saying those eyes were the window to the soul. For Mike, Jan's eyes were also the door, and right now, the souls have become one. His life as it was had definitely ended, to be replaced with one where he was joined with his other half. He felt Jan move, and it meant they both did. Mike felt Jan's grip tighten slightly, and then he felt his feet lifting off the bottom. He laughed, and Jan smiled. `I just don't want to stop feeling you on me, and I want to make love to you without drowning` he whispered softly. Mike tangled his legs behind Jan, and it didn't even make him change pace. He didn't even want to guess their combined weight, because it didn't matter what it was. If this never happened, he would have loved Jan forever, but he silently thanked whoever was responsible for the extraordinary gift they shared. •

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