Side Effects (Original)


Jan felt Mike's weight, carrying him, but if he had to keep doing that his whole life, he wouldn't mind at all. In fact, to be separated was the last thing he would ever want. Every inch of his skin that touched with Mikes felt on fire and it was wonderful. Dimly, he felt the warmth of the gravel beach under his feet as they sunk into it, and he lowered himself and Mike to the ground.

They had both become so big that embracing felt completely different, first of all because Jan couldn't reach around Mike so he was almost forced to hook him under the armpits with his arms. But, because of their size, the added area of contact was more than a compensation. For a second or two, they ended up directly face to face, separated by inches, their pecs flexing against each other. Jan looked straight into the eyes of his lover. In those eyes there was certainty which Jan had not felt for who knows how long, but he was glad he was feeling it now too. Mike smiled and they both relaxed in almost the same instant, and their lips were together. Then, their tongues were together. It lasted and lasted, but now there was another subtle connection, deep and powerful joining of the souls. Now, with Mike on him, kissing him, and Jan kissing back, their lips and tongues darting all over, wherever they could reach, Jan only wanted to go on. He was thrilled by what he felt with his hands, his chest, his abs, his legs, his cock, and it was more huge arms, pecs, abs and cock. Then, Mike moved up, simultaneously trying to reach down to get to Jan's cock, which suddenly provided Jan with the opportunity to taste Mike's own gargantuan cockhead. However, he wasn't given enough time to explore that, as he felt his own raging cock assaulted by Mike's ass, as he impaled himself on it.

But then Jan had an idea, and he lifted Mike off, which produced a very surprised look on his face for a second, and then, he brought his hips up, and then, it happened just the way he wished. He shuddered in pleasure, which was amplified to almost unbearable intensity by the look of pure lust on Mike's face, as they did what in all probability only they could do. Jan shuddered as he felt Mike sink down on his cock, at the same time he felt Mike's cock enter him. What happened next was very much dim in Jan's memory, and only the fact remained that it was some of the most unusual sex he ever had. His mind fleetingly touched the subject of the mechanics involved, as he caught himself moving, rotating to right angles with Mike, coupling with him in a frenzy of lust. His whole midsection was on fire, and it felt like it was spreading up his spine and down his legs, only to connect with Mike again through every bit of skin touching Mike, through his fingers and his lips. He came first, flexing in his orgasm, and when he could again understand what was going on around him again, he saw it brought Mike over the edge, he was staring at him, his eyes fixed to Jan's, and just trembling slightly, as Jan felt a huge amount of Mike's juices fill him up. There was such a mixture of serenity, surprise and lust on Mike's face, Jan remembered he just kissed him, and kept on for what felt like hours. Later, he remembered squeezing Mike's truly gargantuan biceps which he obligingly flexed, and then returning the favor by spreading his lats until he felt them cramp for Mike to feel in turn, while they were still coupled, only to come violently, together, a few seconds after. Then, after a period without memory, he was kissing Mike softly down his chin, and then his chest, licking his nipples, feeling his ass, and reaching down his legs, only to hold his hands a second later. He felt the ground underneath soaked with their combined juices, and relished in the feeling of being filled with them, and with Mike, and in doing the same to Mike. Then, it was bliss again.

Mike awoke with a mild start, realizing he was looking at an incredibly clear sky full of stars, which was slowly being bleached by the coming of dawn. It took minutes to actually remember where he was. When he did, he took a moment to marvel at the total absence of the fear of disorientation which he used to feel in occasions like this, and realized that the warmth of Jan, which he was still feeling, acted like a sort of spiritual anchor. He looked at the sky, chuckling inwardly that he didn't even move, and realized he actually didn't want to.

Jan was using his arm as a pillow, and he felt Jan's arm under his lower back.

For a second he contemplated moving, thinking how Jan's arm must have gone to sleep, but then realized his hadn't. It was so strange to be so aware of one's own body, Mike thought. It probably had to do with adjustment, after all, he now quite probably looked beyond most peoples capability of imagination. He moved his left arm out from under his head, only to get a firsthand experience at what he had become - his back was so huge, that letting his head down on the ground almost left him looking backwards, comfortably propped on the huge mass of his traps and neck muscles. He let his hand roam around his body, and he had to admit it took some strength not to gasp loudly at what he was feeling. He realized his glutes had also grown huge and that Jan's forearm, which was also undoubtedly huge, was actually logged under the arch of his lower back. He also noticed he was slightly damp, and thought almost casually it was just morning dew, and almost laughed aloud at the casualness of that thought - it must have been quite cold but he didn't even feel it. Yet, only days ago he would be shivering and on the way to acquiring the mother of all colds. Then he went downwards toward his crotch, and stopped, realizing he was grinning. He couldn't help it, remembering the veritable orgy they had before. The thought of it started getting him hard, and he could clearly see his cock growing in the dawning light, but instead of assuming it's huge and straight mast-like appearance, it became bent, like some sort of oriental sword. It did serve it's purpose of making love in a way probably no one else could, and the experience was something which he couldn't compare with anything he had ever done before.

He wished it back the way it was, he was just sort of used to it. He chuckled softly remembering that there wasn't actually that much he did do before, but he sure was going to make up for it in the future. Doing anything with the right man, the man he loved made all the difference, and yesterday, it was all the difference in the world. It made the warmth that he was feeling from Jan, truly have a special meaning. There was no way he could imagine being without it.

Suddenly, he felt that warmth move.

'Mmmm... trying to get the better of me?' Jan muttered, and Mike felt his hand grip quite powerfully at his ass, and heard Jan chuckle in the semi-darkness.

Slowly, he felt Jan's touch move around to the front, then up and down the boulders of his abs and then to his crotch, and around the base of his cock, which was still stone hard. Jan pulled at it, making it sway. Mike was again surprised at the feeling of the weight of his own cock. It was by all standards absolutely immense. Before all this started Mike was well aware he was what one would consider very well endowed, but sometimes he saw that as an encumbrance.

Now he was more than twice as big, big enough to enter the record books easily, probably bigger than any normal human, and he loved it. He caught himself repeating 'normal human' in his head. Yet, he felt very much normal himself, and if someone put him beside someone... well, normal, the comparison would probably be ridiculous. He turned his head to Jan, only to look right into his staring eyes. Jan answered the question before Mike could really ask it.

'You look absolutely incredible' Jan said. Mike almost laughed out loud because that was just what he was going to say. He thought about this.

'Jan, to tell you the truth, I don't really know how I look. But if I look anything like you...' Jan looked at him for a moment, and then said: 'Well, lets see, what do you look like. Hmmm. Well, you have the biggest everything I have ever seen, at least twice the size of anything else I have ever seen. It's kind of difficult to describe without numbers. There's a good word for it - freak.' 'Well, that makes two of us. It certainly feels good to be a freak' Mike said.

'Yes, so it does, doesn't it' Jan said, smiling. When he gesticulated, his whole body was in motion, the muscles twitched and writhed, flexed and puffed up. It kept Mike's mantool engorged to the max, and Jan's was on the way to full mast too.

'Well, one of us is going to have to take care of that or I think you're going to burst' Jan said, stroking Mike's cock. Mike was well aware of it but his eyes were stuck to Jan's own organ which was now extending over Mike's abs, getting bigger and harder by the second, also returning to it's normal, only slightly curved immense length.

'Man, you're hard as stone, I never saw anything like it.' Jan said. Mike suddenly realized he was stroking himself and flexing slowly. The daylight was now complete and looking at Jan and himself alternately made him want to stand up and flex until he came, thinking how big he had become, how big they both have become. He could feel the power of his incredibly huge muscles, and it was something so deeply erotic.

'You can feel it too, can't you' Jan asked. 'Come on Mike, you know there's nothing to be ashamed of, we're in this together' Jan continued. Mike noticed he was also stroking his abs, taking attention to flex his biceps as he was going up those incredibly deep chasms. 'Flex your muscles, feel your biceps grind into your pecs and your lats spread your arms, and watch how your cock becomes hard over your own self-worship. Mike, it's all right to do that, it's a man thing - you wouldn't look like this if you didn't want to, and it's an incredible feeling to be the biggest, strongest and hungest SOB that walks this earth' Jan said. Mike just laughed. He was absolutely right. 'Next to me, that is' Jan added, chuckling.

Jan could see the change in Mike's eyes, and it was very amusing to watch.

'Oh, really?' Mike said. 'Feel this and weep' he said, and flexed his biceps until Jan thought it would jump out of Mike's arm and hit him in the face. It became a huge ball with a split peak, and it's power had to be balanced by the triceps which made it become three cords the size of lesser men's whole arms which were in turn, just like the biceps, divided into smaller cords. Jan was sure he was starting to see the individual fibers. He grabbed the huge mound, using considerable strength to poke his hand between the peak and Mike's upper arm, and squeezed hard, but it was hard as the hardest steel alloy. 'Kingdom for a tape measure' Jan thought, but said 'Not bad, not bad at all' instead. God only knows how big this biceps is, he thought, they had both grown so big it was very difficult to grasp the proportions. He stood right next to Mike, and flexed his left arm to the side of Mike's right. It was a little trick, his left was always a tiny bit bigger than his right. The size of it now surprised him, it made his forearm collide into it. He was very much muscle-bound, and it felt like he was on the top of the world. They stood like that, arm to arm, Mike's left and Jan's right hand groping and comparing in turn. Jan could see that they were almost exactly the same, although, deep down he had to admit Mike's arm looked ever so slightly bigger. Maybe he was only imagining it.

'Don't you go morphing on me' Mike said, through his teeth, never relaxing.

'Whatever for?' Jan said, in the same way. 'You need that, not me' Suddenly, Mike moved, and Jan felt his cock being squeezed. He almost came but managed to hold himself together.

'Cheat' he muttered, barely suppressing laughter. He turned slightly, and flexed his pecs, and then went into a most muscular. Mike matched him almost instantly.

A second later, they were flexing into each other, as hard as they possibly could, their teeth gritting, pec to pec. There was enough space between their faces for someone to stand on their flexed chest muscles. Jan felt his cock, as hard as it could possibly get, crossed with Mike's, underneath their flexed pecs.

'This feels so good' Mike said.

'Yes... but I'm still bigger' Jan said, this time not able to suppress a mischievous grin.

'Not a chance' Mike said, laughing. Jan suddenly moved and tried to embrace Mike, in an attempt to start a wrestling match, but of course that wasn't at all easy. First of all, Mike's chest was so big Jan's arms fell hopelessly short of connecting, and then, Mike made it impossible by flaring his lats and catching Jan's arms between them and his arms.

'So, what are you going to do now?' Mike asked, smiling a devilish grin. Jan hooked his arms under Mike's armpits and pulled up. It wasn't completely effortless because Mike had seen through his intention and started to do the same. Still, Jan was surprised how easily he moved Mike, and Mike was, like Jan himself, something like a quarter of a ton of muscle. Muscle, which was right now writhing. Suddenly, Jan was off balance. Mike had lifted his feet and wrapped his legs around Jan's waist. Jan was quite sure Mike was quite capable of doing damage even to him just by squeezing with his thighs, and there was a fleeting thought along the lines of 'Thank God it's him'. Still, no matter what the strength, gravity has it's own laws. Jan tried to hold himself up, but finally, they both fell rolling to the ground. In the whole commotion, Mike ended up sitting on Jan's thighs. As soon as he realized the situation he whooped an 'I win!' and started banging himself into his chest like some sort of a giant ape. It produced a sound like a huge drum, but muffled because of the huge amount of muscle.

'Oh, no you don't' Jan said, and crunched his abs. He amazed himself watching his abs become so tight he felt his pecs being pushed upwards. His intention was to throw Mike off, and he would have done that if his own cock, stone hard, didn't poke him into the eye. 'Ow...' he yelped, more surprised than really hurt. Mike almost doubled up laughing. Then, he held both their cocks to the side, hard and huge, like two masts, and slowly let himself down. Finally, with a bit of maneuvering, he kissed Jan.

'Man, if it feels so good to fight with you, I wish I was a fighter so we could do this more often' Mike said. 'Besides, I've always wanted to do this...' he continued, and started hitting himself in his chest again, but stopped after only a few thuds because he doubled over with laughter, joined by Jan. The scene was absolutely hilarious and Jan just couldn't offer any more resistance. 'Oh, and have you noticed your cock is getting too big' Mike said, again breaking into laughter. Jan would have felt embarrassed if it wasn't so funny. 'Oh yeah, what are you complaining about, yours is probably even bigger. It looks like an inflated log' Jan said. 'And I love every inch of it... and so do you. Besides, weren't you saying you were bigger a second ago' Mike asked, flexing his cock under Jan's stroking hands for emphasis. You bet I love it, Jan thought. 'It can't be too big' they both said in unison, which started another salvo of laughter. It took a while to calm down.

'You know, this really is a male thing. I'd really like to know how big we are, it's kind of strange being so big you can't even see parts of yourself, unless you try kama-sutra' Mike said.

'Like what parts, your ass? Looks good, you don't need to bother' Jan said, feeling the rock hard muscle in Mike's ass.

'Oh, you know what I mean. I've always thought I'd never want to be this big, only to catch myself saying, o yes I would, and in the end I'd always end that argument with a: who cares, since it's impossible anyway. Well, it's possible now, and it feels real good. And I'm beginning to see that thing about numbers and Physicists from an entirely different angle' he finished, laughing.

'Well, I thought about that and I've got just the right thing, waiting in the cabin' Jan said.

Jan went in first. He managed only at the third attempt - first he almost knocked his head into the top of the doorframe They both looked at each other in wonder. Mike concluded that they must have grown slightly taller, an automatic reaction to enable them to carry the muscle they now had. Before, they could both just feel the top of the doorframe graze their hair as they passed. On the next attempt Jan almost tore out the whole doorframe with his shoulders, finally managing to bend and enter sideways on the third attempt. Mike could see he actually liked the fact he had outgrown the door, and to tell the truth, so did Mike himself.

In a minute, Jan had gotten out that 'bazooka folded in half' thing, and disassembled it into a thin stand, toped by a horizontal cylinder, much like a portable projection screen. Then, with a dramatic movement, he pulled the small handle in the middle of the cylinder down to the floor.

'A mylar mirror! Jan, you scoundrel...' Mike started, but it was absolutely appropriate. Extended, the two thin metal-coated foil strips side by side made a huge three by two yard mirror. Mike had seen one of those, albeit smaller, before and wondered at the brain behind that perfect face, talk about forethought! Jan moved the stand and all right to the wall, and when the foil settled, Mike caught the first glimpse of Jan and himself in the mirror. For a moment he was speechless.

Looking back at him were two giants. They were a very even match. Both, now shoulder to shoulder barely fitted the size of the mirror foil. For a second Mike and Jan looked at each other and like they had rehearsed they both took a step back. Suddenly, Mike became aware of the fact the floorboards squeaked, as they both stood side by side the weight must have been immense.

It took a while until Mike could speak, and it seemed the same predicament had befallen Jan. Mike had seen what Jan had become and knew that he probably looked the same, but seeing the whole picture was an entirely different thing. After all, that was Jan, he was supposed to be big. Several days just weren't enough to get used to this, Mike thought. Jan just said 'Wow.' Just as an idea, Mike tried a front lat spread, and couldn't help a silent gasp as he watched his own muscle expand to a yard wide wall of rock hard flesh, and then even wider, while Jan joined him, competing for precious mirror space. A minute later, they both started stroking their inflated dicks as well as flexing for each other in the mirror, and two minutes after that, with grunts of immense satisfaction, they stroked each other's muscle and cocks, facing each other, until cumming all over each other's abs and chest. It was like a mirror game of sorts where Mike matched every move Jan made and the other way around, never looking directly at each other but at their mirror images instead. It left Mike slightly sweating, breathing hard, and with the most pleasurable buzz of morning sex. He looked into the mirror again, at his cock which still stood hard as a rock, it's head logged between his huge pecs. With every move of his upper body, Mike saw the permanent splits in his pecs ripple into even more striations. They were so big that he could flex them up to his chin. He rubbed the mixture of his and Jan's cum into them, and Jan helped him. Hands soon went all over both bodies again.

'It seems that we can't do much more than fuck, jack off, flex and stroke' Mike said, never stopping of course. Jan nodded. 'Well, that's what we're here for'.

He paused for a second. 'Mike, we have to do it' Jan said. Mike nodded. He knew what Jan meant. 'It's just a male thing I guess, we would have done it sooner or later' Jan said. Mike thought it sounded like an apology. 'I thought I was the one with doubts' he said. Jan looked into him for a second. 'Mike, I think we should both do it together'. Mike knew what he felt. It was a fear that kept coming to him regularly the last few days, the fear of what he would become. But somehow, at this moment, he knew Jan was right. It was something they had to do, and it was something they both wanted. After all it was only natural.

'No, you first' Mike said. Jan looked at him, inquisitively for a second.

'I want to have the first go at you' Mike said, smiling. He wouldn't have had it any other way.

'OK, might as well get it over with' Jan said. 'Ready?' He asked next, and Mike almost wanted to laugh, but he could understand the hesitation.

'Ready' Mike said.

Jan never really made the wish as such, it was almost like a blurred image and an impression of how he would imagine the feeling of becoming it. He watched himself in the mirror, noticing Mike looking at him with a look of anticipation, an expression which was almost a facial equivalent of a runner's crouch before the starting gun is fired. Suddenly, Jan felt something like a hot wave go over him. First he felt something like a momentary dizziness, and then e felt like he was supercharged. Or rather, being supercharged, because he could see his own image in the mirror start to expand. He heard Mike gasp, and then it took off in waves. Jan watched in disbelief as his already impossibly thick pecs suddenly blew up into cords, which then grew almost double as thick in a matter of two seconds. He managed half a gasp of surprise, cut to silence mid way by his shoulders following the same transformation. He actually felt them getting heavier, but there wasn't time even to get used to the feeling. He lifted his hand only to see the bones in it becoming visibly thicker, then the veins become hugely distended like his blood pressure suddenly went ballistic, and then he saw the skin in his forearms being stretched by the growing muscle until he was sure he saw stretch marks develop, and start to itch, only to stop and be repaired in front of his unbelieving eyes into perfectly tanned skin, which actually looked like it wasn't there because it didn't hide a single striation or cut in the muscle. He looked back at the mirror, only to get a glimpse of his lats visibly inflating, together with his arms, but he barely had time to watch, feeling that he was suddenly loosing balance. He looked down and spread his legs, which were now double sized compared to before, almost stumbling trying to maintain balance with a still growing upper body, his arms spread outwards. He looked at Mike, whose eyes darted all over him with an expression between drooling and disbelief. Suddenly there was a feeling like a lull. Jan looked back into the mirror and saw something like a purely sexual and streamlined version of the incredible hulk on steroids, with a face Jan recognized as his own. He just managed to say 'Mike...' before he felt that supercharged feeling again. It was like he became two persons in the same body. The feeling was intensely sexual and felt by one person, while the other rationally watched this from afar, amazed. For a second he got the distinct feeling his body was...almost deciding how to proceed, and then the feeling became intense. In a spurt of growth, he felt his muscles growing further, his pecs inflated before him, he barely had time to adjust his stance with the size of his thighs, and his arms were pushed outwards by his still expanding lats and triceps, while his biceps became a permanent peak the size of a bowling ball, with a huge gash straight down the middle. He tried to move his head to look at them, only to find his shoulders literally jumping under his skin, like they were trying to free themselves of it, and his head was in every sense becoming muscle-bound with bulging traps and neck muscles. The sensation of growth was something quite like cumming, and he felt it in every fiber of his body, grunting with pleasure.

He was aware he was hard like never before and the rational side of him wondered why he hadn't cum. It was almost like something was keeping him from it. He glanced into the mirror, trying to turn his immense bulk, the floor squeaking ominously under him. The growth had again slowed. He became aware of Mike feeling and groping all over with almost a shock, the feeling of growth was quite unlike anything that happened before, and it was so intense he didn't even notice Mike's hands on him. Mike had the face of total sexual adulation, and he had obviously come all over himself, his cock pressing into his pecs. Jan looked back into the mirror. He had grown taller, he could see the top of Mike's head easily, and he noticed his facial features looked somehow accentuated. Below that was a body which could be described as improbable. At a height of about 7 feet, his shoulders must have been almost 5 feet wide. He could see his lats only because his arms, which looked a foot and a half across, were spread almost straight out from his body. His torso tapered to an incredibly tight and small waist, considering the size of the rest of him, and his abs looked like bricks stacked sideways, they were thicker than their width, and pushed out and up so much that his pecs, which looked like balloons had to give way. Below all that were thighs that could carry a mountain. He stood spread legged for the size of them, each was half again as wide as his waist. Although he had managed to get used to a much lesser version of this stance before, anything else and his legs would have to crouch. In front of all that his cock was bloated until it shined like glass, even bigger than before, much bigger. His balls were squeezed by his gargantuan thighs. He was the biggest man on the planet, and he only wanted more. He barely had time to say 'Oh yes!' before he got more, surprised how his voice sounded deeper and more resonant. The feeling was back and it was stronger than ever. In a second it looked like someone heat shrunk his skin until he could feel it getting tighter, and his muscles, ready to burst, suddenly showed cuts and striations never before seen by human eyes. He didn't even have time to think about it when his cock suddenly expanded like it was being blown up. It became longer in spurts of six inches at a time, another Jan watching as his balls followed suit, growing like someone was pumping them up. He shouted out in total ecstasy and saw his muscles inflate further, becoming still bigger. He flexed in a double biceps pose, which blew the exaggerated size of his arms into shapes that would have been obscene if they weren't pure distilled sex. Flexing was like cumming, the feeling of every muscle exploding into inflated belies, balls and bricks. He wasn't sure any more if he was looking at himself or merely feeling it happen - he felt about ready to burst and he could see himself in a strange blurred fashion, inflating even more, with something like a throbbing motion. His cock now extended straight up and was still growing, having reached past his face he couldn't even see how big it was, it's thickness becoming a tumescence which pressed his gargantuan thighs further apart, his balls two elongated shapes the size of footballs, also stretching his ballsac tight, just as his muscle did with his skin. Suddenly he felt hands on them and it was like something snapped. Every muscle in his body must have crunched to he max, as he saw his cock suddenly thicken to double it's size, and extend until it couldn't hold itself up any more with it's weight. He felt it fall and that was the last conscious feeling - then he felt like he was really exploding, but it was a feeling of complete and utter orgasm, it was like every cell in his body was cumming at once, but it wasn't like a sudden flash, it built up until he couldn't see any more, and before it took him over completely he felt himself growing, he must have still been holding that double biceps pose and he felt his upper arms being lifted up and his forearms pushed apart, and his feet literally scraped themselves on the floor being still pushed further. He must have yelled, but it was completely unimportant.

Mike was learning what it was to feel mortal fear. He was sure there were tears flowing down his face, but he ignored them, no, he denied them. He must have called and shouted dozens of times, sitting on what Jan had become. The face was Jan's all right, somehow even more handsome, and it had an almost cherubic smile on it. He was breathing, slowly, like sleeping, completely undisturbed by Mike's weight. He had pulled an eyelid off and saw completely open pupils, staring at nothing. Mike was acutely aware he was nearing a nervous breakdown. He was almost ready to admit this was the payment he was so afraid of. Just minutes before, Mike was on the way to a total and blissful sexual stimulation. The man he loved had already by all standards became a superman, and before his very eyes he was becoming the essence of the male sex, amplified a thousand times. He literally blew up into size, muscle cock and all, into the most exaggerated symbol of male power and sex. Mike was dimly aware he must have cum several times just feeling and looking as it happened, a large part of the pleasure derived from Jan's own pleasure which was evident. But then, things went wrong.

Jan was just out of it, and Mike... he was too selfish to stop it and he could have, but it just felt too good. Now, it has been minutes since Jan grew to incredible proportions, and then came, collapsing on the floor with a huge thud, and just lay there, like a doll with the strings cut. All the cool-headedness Mike was famous for had evaporated in these minutes, and he was just about ready to scream his head off in panic, when suddenly, with a deep sigh which lifted Mike up a foot, Jan finally opened his eyes. Mike was so overcome he started kissing him into the face, and attempting to hug him, which was probably impossible for him in his current state. Jan just blinked at him, finally saying 'Mike, you got to try this'. It stopped Mike dead in his tracks, relief suddenly replaced by anger. Mike would have started to hit Jan if he didn't suddenly find himself in a hug which could crumple him, and right now looked on the way to do that. He barely managed to rasp a 'Jan...' before he almost blacked out.

Suddenly the pressure was gone.

"Sorry about that' Jan said, and then stretched playfully, exhaling, which made Mike sink a foot lower. The scene brought his cock back to full hardness almost with a snap. Then, he could see Jan's eyes focus on him, with an expression of incredulity.

'What happened to you?' he asked. It was unmistakably Jan's voice but it had such overtones or rather undertones of pure power that if he had said 'go away' to the cabin they were in, it would have grown small legs, risen on them and shuffled away to lurk in the woods.

Mike realized what he was referring to. He was soaked and sticky, and dripping.

What seemed like an hour ago he thought his balls would burst, he must have cum three times in a matter of minutes looking at the process of creation of pure male sex impersonated, but when Jan came as the finishing touch of that process, it was literally gallons. Remembering it almost made him cum now, regardless of how the growth ended. He felt all the fear and anger dissipate. His Jan was back, different, but he could only love him. He removed himself from the sprawled figure on the floor, Jan's eyes following him. Then, Jan tried to stand up, and finally succeeded after his face went through several stages of extreme incredulity, interspersed by a quick course of moving himself about. When he finally stood up, his head finished more than a foot over Mike's, and Mike laughed aloud as Jan took several half steps back trying to see Mike over his own chest, which produced several very painful sounding squeaks from the floor, and Mike could feel himself being lifted by an inch or so as Jan shifted his weight, bending the floorboards. Then, Mike saw Jan's eyes stop on the mirror, which was still standing there, miraculously missed by the abundant volleys of cum shot in the last half hour.

'Oh... my... God...' was all Jan could say. He was now a fully grown man.

Emphasis on fully, grown, and man. In front of Mike was a creature which human minds never dared imagine.

He must have been 8 feet tall, and to accommodate the muscle, his bones had grown very thick and wide. Even if there was no muscle on him the width of Jan's shoulders would easily be over four feet. As it was, that incredible frame was bursting with muscle of incredible size and shape. His traps merged with huge neck muscles in a tangle, and run from jut under his ears into the biggest shoulders possible. There was absolute truth in that assessment, Jan had reached the maximum size he could be. He was over 5 feet wide, his pecs looked like two huge balls which were inflated after being crammed into a square mold, and managed to destroy the mold in the process. They were thick enough to protrude a foot in front of his face, and reach up to his chin. They merged in an angry conflict with shoulder and arm muscles, a conflict made even worse by the traps.

There was no bone visible or even imaginable, the shoulders were capped by muscle almost two feet across. Even the three separate parts were slashed into separate parts allowing the other muscles to tie into the clavicles somewhere deep underneath. The middle part of the deltoid extended upwards in a huge arch which suddenly bent down, creating a more rectangular form, giving the shoulders even more width as if they weren't already wide enough. The size of the muscle could only be likened with thighs of the biggest men there had been before this specimen appeared. The front delt bulged outwards only narrowly loosing the battle for the most prominent bulge. The pecs were split by three huge gashes which were so deep that Mike could see chest hair disappear in them. There were tens of lesser splits, and amongst that there were permanent striations which looked finger deep. Nipples were nowhere to be seen, but probably nestled somewhere in the crevice between the inflated pecs and the biggest ab muscles imaginable. They didn't merely look like tiles, they looked like someone put ten huge blocks on top of each other and twenty slightly smaller ones on each side, and then squashed from above until it barely fitted the space available. Jan's abs protruded inches outwards, making the hair that used to run down the middle of them almost invisible. Mike noticed the belly button was completely invisible, hidden who knows how deep. The six-pack Jan used to have now became almost a ten-pack, the bottom of his abdomen had separated by two more shallow splits, and the central line running from the middle of his pecs, went down, surfacing two inches from his crotch. Every muscle showed striation, throughout the abdominal area, making shapes that looked like they were barely containing themselves from bursting. They were strange striations, never before seen, an underlying fiber-like pattern. Up over the carved stone of the obliques and tens of muscular bulges, interwoven and bulging, the lats flared outwards only inches above the waist, which was thicker than it was wide. Those lats suddenly expanded to a yard wide, and then became even wider than the shoulders, over a foot thick, and getting thicker as they went upwards, holding the biggest arms on the planet out until the upper arms were practically horizontal. The shape of those was incredible. The biceps was a split ball the size of a huge pumpkin, so big that relaxed it looked like it was going to fall out of the skin, were it not for a cluster of huge tendons holding it attached towards the elbow, pushing out the forearms the size of huge hams. The wrists must have been 5 inches across to accommodate the huge tendons which twitched as Jan moved his hands which also became huge, but they looked ridiculously small compared to the piles of forearm muscles, like pieces of pipe clustered together. Behind all that was the most immense triceps of all times, pushed out by the lats, and clearly visible from any angle, each head striated like it was made of woven cable, the smallest the size of a finger. Those arms must have been five feet around, and they were totally relaxed. The veins running over were like a network, a map of angry bulging branches. Back down, somewhere out of the ab musculature two veins went out and branched down over the thighs. Those were absolutely incredible, showing that the quads were misnamed, and actually had a dozen different, hugely bulging parts, coming into huge knees, keeping them well apart with their gargantuan bulk, two feet wide and three feet thick, tapering into the waist.

Under the knees were calves which looked like someone put two boulders and four pipes in a sack and attached it to the bone. Even the opposing muscles were showing, two four-inch thick bands with slanted striations, split into tens of fingers as they attached to the bone. The feet were a huge size, but totally proportional and just beautiful, large to hold the immense weight, a ton or possibly even more. In front of all that was the biggest piece of manmeat, flanked by balls the size of overinflated footballs, in an amazingly tight sack.

The shaft of flesh was completely flaccid, nevertheless four inches thick and the head which even deflated was the size of a small melon, hung an inch short of the floor. It wasn't about to remain soft for long, two huge veins that were feeding it with blood churning with Jan's arousal over himself, bulging to twice their thickness in a second.

'You are going to need help with that' Mike said, and picked Jan's cock up roughly in the middle, which produced a deep sigh. Jan looked down, and Mike could see Jan had just grasped the size of what Mike was now holding in his hand. It was drooping over it and only that part was easily over a foot and a half long. Mike could next see Jan realizing what that meant with the extreme growth they were capable off.

'Oh, shit, how... how big does it get???' he asked, incredulously.

Caught off guard, Mike was silent for a few seconds. Oh, he would remember how that hard-on looked for the rest of his life, but that didn't mean it was easy describe it. In fact, he wasn't even sure he believed what he had seen. 'You'll be surprised' was all Mike could say. •

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