Football

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Okay, first timer here. No, not first time wirter, first time poster. Critics very, very welcome.

Saturday
Nov.8 , 2008
Saskatoon , Saskatchewan
Canada
"Yeah!" screamed Drake as his favourite football team scored the first touchdown of the game.

"Would you keep it down? God! Voice recodnition barely works as is without you shouting over there!" complained his friend sitting in the back room with his laptop sitting on the glass counter.

"Sorry your majesty, just because you earn a bunch of cash off that high paying job of yours doesn't mean you get to act all high and mighty!"

"I'm not acting, and I don't earn as much as you!"

"Jer, you are a freaking awesome techie, and I'm just some guy working for 'ol farmer Mikey!" his voice reverberating off the walls.

"But all I do all day is sit, type, talk, eat.You can lift haybails, I don't see these twigs doing anything." Jerome mumbled to himself.

"You complainin again? For god's sake! Every week, I tell you the same thing, HIT THE GYM! he stressed the word gym, and there was a short silence as the words sunk in, yet again.

"I just don't feel comfortable there, all those other guys, they're just like high school. Arrogant slobs, steriotypical..." and he went on to call the gym attendees every other hateful word under the sun.

Drake sighed, and turned back to face the television once more as the commercials ended and his game resumed.

Sunday
Nov.9 2008
Same city, province, country.

The light green glass mug clinked on the granite counter as Jerome poured his routine morning coffee. He looked out the window thoughtfully eyeing the cars going by, naming them off in his head.

Buick Enclave.
Chevy Silverado.
Dodge Ram.
Dodge Ram.
Oldsmobile Cutlass Cierra.
Chevy Malibu.

He heard the floor complain behind him as the weight pushed down on it. He turned quickly.

"Mornin."Drake mumbled. He looked over the counter and saw that Jerome had already made a rather large breakfast; french toast, bacon , jam on toast, pancakes, waffles. All of which merged with the scent of coffee to form the aroma comparable to Tim Hortons, minus the people.

"Um, Jer? You okay?" Jerome had the habit of overworking himself to distract from stress, ironically it was quite often work-related stress.

Jerome nodded.

"But..." Drake pointed to all the food and simply said "Food..."

Jerome waited for a second. "Yes, Drake, that is food. Good job."

From the monotone in Jerome's voice Drake knew not to inquire any further, and grabbed a large plate to begin loading the food. He sat at the table, plate fully loaded with the food Jerome's stress had produced. He didn't mind. Food is food , he thought, and dug in.

Jerome had had to buy new chairs of stainless steel a few months back, as Drake had once leaned back on the old wooden ones, smashing the back of it with his almost metre wide back. The table was bought about a few weeks after that, when Drake had tried to change the ceiling lightbulb by standing on it; the ceiling was ten feet high. Jerome liked the open feel it provided.

Jerome was now doing what is considered as staring at Drake when he looked up from his plate. "What?"

The hell with it. Let's do this today. Jerome thought.

"You don't go to the gym , your job isn't all that strenuous, I haven't seen you exercise in...Well, ever, so how do you do it? How is it that you keep in this kind of shape?" he gestured at the huge muscular mass that was Drake.

He hesitaded, then slowly stood up, never pulling his eyes away from Jerome's.

"You know what? Fine. Fine. Fine fine fine fine fine. I'll show ya just what you want. Follow me l'il guy.

He led him into his room downstairs. it smelled so much of him. It was almost as if he was in every corner, his wonderful scent of axe and sweat filled the basement. Jerome breathed it in. it was so calming. His happy place. Drake had once discribed Jerome's room's smell, "Like dentine meets shampoo." he'd once said.

Drake opened his clost doors revealing a mini-room of all his high school possesions. Jerome had never been in here before. It smelled even stronger of Drake, almosst giving Jerome a hard on right there, but he counter-acted with his mind-over-matter sceme, thinking of a blank peice of paper.

"This" Drake said lifting a humungous box "Is my old high school football gear."

"Okay, so...."

"Sooo, this is the secret."

Jerome stared into Drakes eyes for the longest time.

Drake leaned in a kissed Jerome lightly, quickly. "Let's watch a movie."

He walked out quickly grabbing something off a shelf on the way out.

Putting the tape in the VCR Jerome sat on the couch staring blankly ahead. Drake sat beside him as the tape began playing. It started in an old locker room, carvings in the lockers, gear laying on the floor. It was of poor quality, the camera was moving too much. Jerome could see who he recodnised as Drake, the high school jock version. He wasn't all that different. He was down to his underwear, and the camera suddenly stopped moving as it was set down on something and the other guy went over to help him put on his gear.

"Now the interesting part." Drake said quietly to himself.

Just as the last peice of gear was on, the helmet, Drake body began to swell, his muscle filling out the used-to-be loose fitting gear. His shoulders buldging , his pecs ballooning, arms starting to look like that of a gorillas, and a defined bulge at his crotch. This continued for about thirty seconds. There was no sound in the video, but Jerome could tell that there was shouting.

The video ended and the screen went into a frenzy of static.

"Well... That was... Interesting..."

"Ya think? I think it was kinda boring" Drake was being playful.

"So that's it then? Put on the gear and... Like magic?"

"Bibbity bobbity boo." Drake said with a rediculous smile.

Jerome thought for a moment. This would be great. But he wouldn't ask, it would just be... Awkward. Although it would make the sex alot better for Drake. He'd seemed to just be interested in the feel, nothing else. Always had his eyes shut, and when he opened them to see a slim twenty year old rubbing his twenty two year old chest, he'd seemed dissapointed. The only thing he liked was Jeromes feel and smell. "Like dentine meets shampoo."

"Now to address the elephant in the room, the answer is no."

"What? Why?"

"No. I like you. You're selfless, all you ever think about is manners and me. I don't want you to become another arrogant gym attendee."

The words stabbed at Jerome in his heart. Like arrows straight from Drakes mouth. He really loved him that much?

"I won't-"

"Yes, you will. You will change. It won't be truely you anymore. Not pure. Not you..." Drake shook his head. "Just...No."

Jerome stroked Drakes firm cheek." I'll be me. You know I hate arrogance. You know I don't beleive in bragging. And most of all, you know I love you, just you."

The intencity overcame Drake, and a tear rolled down his cheek and onter Jerome's hand. Drake hugged Jerome. "Okay. Just please, don't change. Stay you."

"Okay. I love you Drake."

"I love you too."


One hour later

Drake had composed himself and had brought his gear out to the living room. Jerome had, in anticipation, prepared a three course meal for them, Drake had said that after the first time the very first thing he felt was very, very hungry.

"Ready?"

"As ready as anyone could be." Jerome smiled, in nothing but his boxers, the one's Jerome hated; They were always too loose. Drake noticed that, and laughed. Jerome's smile widened."Let's do this."

"Hold on, this could be just about one of the sexiest things a guy could ask for, let's make our very own private unfilmed porno out of it." Drake's voice got lighter and lighter as he stepped closer, carrying the gear with him.

They kissed, then Drake's toungue slid slowly over Jerome's chin, down his neak, to his belly button, and finally to the edge of his boxers, all the while Jerome's dick throbbing in anticipation.

"Not yet," Drake wispered softly to it "Just wait..."



The gear was heavy, smelled just about as close to Drake as you can get without actually shoving your face into his rock hard stomache. Pre started it's way out of Jerome, while he moaned as more and more gear was put on him, making him heavier and heavier, Drake liking him everywhere but his dick; it was covered by the shiny pants now.

"And now, here we go." Drake said as the helmet went onto Jeromes head, he stared at the mirror Drake placed in front of him for a bit, as nothing happened.

"You have to have the mouthpeice in."

Jerome reached with his toungue and flipped the mouthpeice into his mouth, clenching his teeth on it as a charge of electricity shot through him. He grunted.


His reflection began growing, his boner clearly visible now even harder, growing, every part of him swelling. his arms becoming two tree trunks at his side, stubble sprouting quickly out from his swelling jaw, and his used-to-be flat chest inflating with rock hard muscles. It felt sooo goood.

Drake moaned in pleasure as he watched, feeling with his tougnue, hands, the miracle happening beneath them.

Thirty seconds later it stopped, and Drake got Jerome out of the gear as fast as he could.

"How do ya feel?"

Hungry. Jerome thought in his head, in his usual voice.

"Hungry." but it didn't sound like him. No, too deep. Almost a rumble.

Drake shivered with pleasure "Oh yeah, now that's what I'm talkin 'bout."

Drake left for a few minutes, while Jerome examined himself in the mirror. Huge. Huge huge huge huge huge. That was the only word he could use to discribe himself now. He looked down at the bulge in the boxers in the reflection. He was flaccid now, he didn't want to have a boner,not yet, he would save that for when Drake got back. I'll put on a performance...


The next hour consisted of Jerome shoving food down his throught. When he was done he noticed a bit of a change; With all the food his belly had gone from rock hard abs to swollen, stretching his boxers to their maximum.

"It goes away in a bit..." Drake said

Time for the performance.

All Jerome had to do was look over at Drake, and he got a boner. Drake stared at Jerome's dick slowly swelling.

A little more

Pulsating larger

Just a bit further...

Then a loud rip as the now twelve inch dick shot tore through the fabric dramatically, Drake's eyes lit up like those of a kid in a toy store with three hundred dollars in his pocket. He let his instinct take over.

He dove down shoving it into his mouth, feeling it over with his tougue. Jerome rumbled loudly to make Drake cum wildly all over the floor and the sight of it all made Jerome cum load after load into Drake's mouth, Drake letting it fill his cheeks before swallowing. Jerome felt himself and, for the first time, aroused himself by doing so. He felt his now huge body, massive arms, huge chest. He was a beast now, a beast like Drake.

Time passed quickly as this went on and on, Jerome still cumming into Drakes mouth when Drake pulled away resentfully, Jerome looked at him mystified.

"If I drink anymore, I swear I'll explode." he declared, and it was true, Jerome saw his bloated belly, filled with his cum. Really? All his? Holy fuck...

"Did I really cum that much?"

"Yup. And look, you're still going."

Jerome looked down, seeing all the white oozing from himself onto the floor.

"Well,now what then? I mean, we can't just let it go all over your bedroom floor..."

"No, we can't. My belly's full, so ya gotta shove er in then." as Drake said this, he walked over to his bed and lay on it belly down, Jerome right behind him, and yes, still cumming.


It was magnificent, Jerome shoved his dick into Drakes ass, and for the first time actually felt resistance. That aroused him even more. The both of them.

Jerome traced the lines of the muscles of Drakes back for a bit, until Drake said "Why aren't you doing anything?"

"Well, I'm still cumming, am I not?"

"Yes..."

"So, there's really no need for me to do much..." and he went back to tracing the muscle contuors.

"No, you, start bucking, now."

"Fine."

Then, after the first buck, Jerome felt the urge to buck again. And it went on like that for some time, squeezing Drakes muscles, cumming, while his white juice pumped into Drake and overflowed onto the bedsheets. And all the better, it was a water bed.

About thirty minutes later Jerome finally stopped the flow of cum, withdrew, and rolled off onto the bed beside a noticeably fatter Drake.

"Looks like I'll be a bit bigger for a while..." Drake said, grabbing at his bulging belly.

"Let's get some of that out of you then..."Jerome suggesting a job.

"No, not now...I'm too..." and then Drake began snoring softly, Jerome laying his head on Drakes now soft belly, and he too, fell asleep.


I'll be posting the next part in a reply in this very thread, I think I find that easier.

[leedsmusic]

VERY Hot story man!

[rrbb]

Thanks glad you enjoyed it

[philat99]

You're off to a great start. Let's see where you take us. I like the scenario you've crafted.
Mike

[rrbb]

Here's the second part. rather short, but I'll work on that. Monday
Nov. 10 2008
"Mmmm..."

?

"Ohh yeah..."

What's going on?

Jerome opened his eyes. Bad idea. Something squirted into them.

"Owww! OWOWOWOWOOOOOO!!" He was on his feet now, trying to run to the bathroom still half asleep and unable to see.

"Jer?!?"

"AHHHHHOWOWOWWOO!"

Drake opened his eyes just in time to see Jerome, in his panic, running into a wall with a terrific *Crash!* and fell over. Drake jumped up off the bed and ran to his side.

"Jer! Calm down! What's wrong?"

"My eyes! My eyes!"

"What about 'em? What's wrong?" Drake lifted Jerome's hand off of his eyes to see them.

"Oh my god man! I'm so sorry! C'mon, we gotta wash it out!"

For about ten minutes Drake washed out Jerome's eyes in the sink, making sure to get it all out of them. All the while he apologised desperately, declairing he would make it up to Jerome.

"What was that? What could've gotten in them to make them hurt that much?" Jerome wasn't angry, well, not too angry anyway.

"Um, yeah, last night was fun, and my mind musta thought so too, and ya fell asleep on my belly facin' it..."

"FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! YOU CUMMED IN MY EYES! IN MY FUCKING EYES!" Jerome was furious now.

"Calm down! I'm sorry! It's not somethin' I can control! It just happened!"

"In my eyes..." Jerome calmed down a little.

"Now listen. Would ya feel better if I said I was thinkin' of ya?"

"...Just get the rest of it out."


Thirty Minutes Later

"Man, I feel so bad. I didn't mean ta do that." Drake was still apologising for the whole mishap while vacuuming the living room. He'd decided to do the household chores for the day and give Jerome the day to rest. He needed to think up a strategy, only yesterday he was 130 pounds, and today (he weighed himself five minutes ago) he was 351. Not exactly something easily concealed. He'd still be able to continue on with his faceless computing tasks, and thankfully voice recodnition didn't seem to notice any change in tone. Drake turned off the vacuum and was puting it away.

"How 'bout ya got on of those diseases? the kind where ya get ta spend weeks in home? Could say ya got bored an' started usin' my weights."

"No, If I was sick, I wouldn't be able to do much, let alone lift weights. And I don't think you have a set."

"I don't. How 'bout ya went on vacation? You could use one."

"Where?"

"I dunno. Maby California?"

"No. After they passed that goddamn 'prop 8' I won't be going anywhere near there. Protecting families my ass."

"Oh yeah heard 'bout that. Bet the'll be seein' a population drop."

"How about Europe? Hear they got good food."

"Could you be a bit more specific?"

"England, France. We both speak english and you speak french."

"Not that well.."

"Good enough. Europe it is." and with that leaned in for a kiss- And tripped over the vacuum hitting the floor at Jerome's feet with a thud.

"I'm okay. I'm okay. I... I see the light! No! It's not my time!" Drake dramatically reached for the light above him.

"Drake, that's the ceiling fan."