The Salt Interlude The Gym Bunny part 5 & 6 by rdyroger

[rdyroger]

The Salt Interlude The Gym Bunny part 5 & 6 by rdyroger copyright 2009 and all that legal stuff

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Part 5

We had a lot of fun. Everyone knew Jacob, now. Before, I didn't even get blinked at. This was going to take some... adjustment. Also, the flirty boys were definitely having some MAJOR effect on my libido, and I didn't want to get out of control in the middle of the patio. These people had camera phones.

Nick was a bit tipsy after a few drinks. Okay, two drinks. I realized it would take a LOT of beer for me to get drunk. Weighing what I did, you know, but I wasn't interested in getting drunk. A drink was nice. Two drinks, okay. Three... not really interested.

Nick was a lightweight. He was okay, but a bit stumbly, and he kinda almost fell when he tripped. So I walked him out of the bar, half carrying him so he wouldn't fall, then I just picked him up in a fireman's carry and walked to his car. He didn't weigh anything. Maybe 135 lbs. It felt like I was carrying a cup of coffee across the kitchen, for all the weight of his body affected me.

I got the keys from him and put him in the passenger seat and managed to squeeze behind his steering wheel without breaking anything and I drove us back to my place. It was obvious Nick was going to spend the night, and his company was welcome, after Austin's.

When I got to my apartment, I parked, and helped Nick upstairs and he was a lot more alert. I set him on the sofa and went into my bedroom. Thank God I'd used a mattress cover. I pulled the sheets off the mattress, dragged the mattress into the living room, and put some new sheets and blankets and pillows on the mattress on the floor. And I returned the sofa cushions to my sofa.

Nick and I cuddled on the sofa and he was getting sleepy. I was exhausted, frankly. I was still reeling from the effects of the growth, and the emotional strain was pretty awful and I'm sure that contributed to my exhaustion.

I crawled to the mattress on the living room floor and laid down. It worked okay, although my feet stuck off the end of the mattress about a foot and a half. But I used two blankets and Nick crawled in with me and cuddled, I spooned against his back. He was listening to my breathing, and I know my chest must have felt incredible against his back. My giant nipples were erect and pushing against his lats, and my enormous cock had a gigantic chubby and it laid so that the base of my cock was at his ass and then ran down the back of his legs. His back felt pretty awesome against my abs and pecs. He finally took a breath.

"Just, laying here, next to you, it's incredible."

Right back at you buddy. Maybe someday I'd have the courage to say it out loud.

What was I, the biggest coward in the county?

"Get some sleep Nick," I told him. "We've earned a night of rest."

I passed out like a light. Not passed out like with the Salts, but into deep, restful sleep filled with half remembered dreams of strength and sex and lust and romance.

As I said, I had some powerful dreams but none as good as waking up with Nick in my arms. He was facing me, now, and using my huge forearm as a muscle pillow, I was so thickly built that even my forearms were like giant inflated exaggerated bodybuilder porn dreams he was facing me, as I said, and my 33" erect penis was cradled against his chest. He smiled, he was in heaven.

"This is amazing," Nick said.

"Good thing I'm a grower or I wouldn't even be able to wear pants."

That was the start of a very intense, romantic and slow morning of sex. I was so powerful I could hold Nick endlessly in any position, including letting his ass sit on the giant bulbous head of my penis, and using my arms I could hold him there, while he rubbed back and forth on my penis throne and jerk himself off. When he came, I would shoot a fountain against his ass, which would make him thrash around. Of course he didn't have anything like my staying power.

I didn't care. He was sweet and didn't mind me spending time alone to jerk off or otherwise pleasure myself, which I had to do every 3 hours, or I wouldn't be able to think.

He ran out to the fabric store and came back with bolts of different fabrics. He had the basic pattern so he made me 4 pairs of slacks and denim jeans each, I cut them effortlessly with the giant shears and he ran them through the sewing machine. Then I cut some bright colored stretch fabrics and I watched as he ran up 10 even bigger muscle t's than the night before, with wider chests. Then he sewed up 10 pairs of overlong, oversized boxers for me.

He was able to run them pretty quickly, as he had a custom machine which made the seams a lot easier.

And then he made me a pair of boardshorts, sized for me, with a sling inside to hold things in place and above the knee.

He tried some different spandex, and found a strong stretch weave and used that for some boxer briefs. I wasn't sure they would be much help but I didn't complain.

Then he ran me up some Hawaiian shirts so I didn't only have to wear muscle t's. Um, the sleeves were a problem. But he just made them big enough to fit over my biceps like grocery bags with a couple of hams shoved in them.

Also he bought me the largest sandals and socks he could find. The socks were okay if stretched to the limit, the sandals were too small but would stay on my feet.

And then it was early evening and he was trying something new. I hesitate to tell you, but he wanted to make me a speedo. He had some swim fabric stretch stuff and he measured from a regular speedo I had, multiplying the measurements to accomodate my waist and giant muscle glutes and ass, and then he measured, you know.

He whistled.

"maybe if I line it. or double up the fabric for the pouch."

He did both. Well, It was a speedo, and it did fit. And as I said, I was a grower. So I could squash my meat soft into the voluminous pouch and - well, the pouch was so long it ran 2/3 of the way down the length of my thighs. But it was street legal. Technically. He ran up 3 of each color.

By then it was pretty late. I'd run to the store and stocked up on food and also we ordered in 3 large pizzas. Nick had 3 slices. I ate the rest.

But at least although my appetite was huge, it wasn't like yesterday, so I could probably get by on 12,000 calories a day or so.

So after that I put on a show for him in my new clothes, he reinforced a few seams, and it was a victory. He worshipped my cock and muscles and I climaxed again and again. He was exhausted. And then he asked.

"NO WAY NICK!"

"But we wouldn't- I wouldn't, but I could keep up with you better- in bed. And..."

"Look what it did to me!"

"I am."

"but-"

"Look at me Jacob."

I did. He was average. I was, well, I was remembering what Austin had done to me. This was different, it was consenting.

So I took the salts I had left, and there were in fact a lot, and we discussed the options.

He definitely wanted more height and muscle and cock. But how much? And what kind of body did he want?

He was italian, so he was olive complected with dark dark brown hair and eyes. That suited him fine. I suggested he try some of the newest stuff, that was designed for maximum results for cock and sex enhancer and muscle and height and exaggerated primary and secondary sexual characteristics. There were only three higher numbers, but the 166 was the most effective on the charts, by quite a bit.

He wanted to make a lot of progress quickly but I cautioned that he should start slow. He said he was 5'9 and almost difficult to describe as he was so average. I think that was what he wanted to change. It seemed the 166 would help exaggerate his male characteristics so that was a plus for what he was looking for.

So, after a bit of an argument he drank down 5 teaspoons of the 166. That much of what I took would make him about 5-6" taller and add maybe 70-100 lbs to his frame. But I didn't realize the asymptotic growth curves on those charts. Even though it was only about 1/3 higher on the charts, what that really meant was something much different. They weren't linear, they were logarithmic.

He passed out pretty quickly. I mean, he drank down the stuff, burped, and sat for about 60 seconds. Then he slumped over and started snoring. Poor little guy. He'd worked his fingers off helping me out by sewing today.

I put him on our bed and stripped off his clothes. His clothes... would have to go to the thrift store, he'd never wear them again. About an hour later I noticed... well, that something was unusual.

I heard Nick thrashing about a bit. He was running a fever so I took a wet towel and wiped his forehead down, that seemed to help. He was kinda red all over, flushed, and he already looked a lot bigger. I took the measure and he was 6'2" tall. In one hour. That... that wasn't possible. He'd grown 6 inches in an hour. I pulled back the sweaty sheets and looked. He was much more- - Nick. He now had a hairy chest, and his muscles were swelling on his frame as I watched. I could actually see the growth as I watched, a bit at a time. He was built like a middleweight bodybuilder. His biceps were 18" already. Why was he growing so quickly? I had been out for 4 to 6 hours each time Austin had...

I pulled back the sheets some more. Well, I wanted to see. He already was swinging a huge fat thick cock where before, he's been, maybe 5" or so... call it 6" to be generous, and now, well, his scrotum was hanging over the side of his thigh and actually pulsing and jerking as I watched... and his penis, flaccid, was a good fat 10" already. And that was slick with sweat, pulsing, and twitching.

Maybe the 166 worked faster? I went and got the charts. That's when I saw the big mistake. Almost all the gf worked about the same, within a point or two of each other on the charts, but when I looked at the 166, I saw that this was much higher, by 4 or 5 points higher than most of the other gf salts. But then when I looked at the scale up the side of the chart I realized that it was logarithmic. Like as in a 6.0 earthquake ain't too bad but a 7.0 is a good shaker- because it's 10x stronger than a 6.0.

And Nick, we'd given him 5 teaspoons of something that i realized was significantly more effective than anything I'd been given. His five teaspoons were like 25 or 30 teaspoons of what I'd taken. That could mean... he... 5'9" tall plus 25 inches? He might end up bigger than me. And the charts showed 6 points improvement on secondary sexual characteristics and aggression and .... genital growth.

It was about 30 minutes later I went back to check on Nick. He was really hot. I carried him into the bathtub and ran cold water and put him in it. It really seemed to help. I tried to wake him but he was delirious, but I did manage to get him to drink a bunch of water.

The water in the tub was heating up from his body and I kept changing it out with cold tap water.

I grabbed the measure and he was already 6'5" at 1 hour and 40 minutes. And he was now built like a heavyweight bodybuilder. And vascular... and hairy. And... his cock was floating in the tub, flaccid, 13 inches long.

Every thirty minutes I forced him to drink more water. And he continued to grow. At two and a half hours he passed the 7' tall mark, and was already more muscular than I'd been at a similar height tied to the bed. But Nick's muscle was so dense and ... fibrous, he looked so powerful. His abs were bricks and he was so broad across the shoulders now.

His nipples stuck out two inches already and his biceps were like soccer balls. What would they be in another couple of hours?

When the clock passed 3 hours he was 7'4" tall. And he was now much bigger than Mr Universe. His semi erect penis floating in the water was a 17" long monster torpedo, bloated, with a huge knobby head on the end of his titanic shaft.

When the clock passed four hours he was growing past 8' tall. I tried to wake him up. I thought maybe it would slow the growth. I couldn't wake him up. His penis was no longer floating because his massive legs with their giant quads were overfilling the tub and his chubby, red and swollen, was laying up towards his knees 22". Which was good, because his knees were bent and he was forced into a sitting position. This gave room under his legs for his massive cantaloupe sized bull testicles which had become his most obvious feature.

When the time reached 4 hours 40 minutes his fever suddenly subsided. I thought the salts had done their worst. I carried the 565 lb. behemoth in my arms back to the living room and laid him down and toweled him dry. He was warm but sleeping normally.

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Part 6

Nick continued to sleep. The redness faded slowly from his skin, and face, and genitals.

The tape showed him to be at 8'6" tall. DAMN. He was half a head taller than I was. His muscles were so dense and huge they rolled and swung around his body like sacks of meat anytime he moved. I knew from my own experience, that as big as he was now, he would fill out even more massive with an uptake of food and water. Those massive bags of muscle would swell up and harden until they only flexed when Nick wanted to move them.

Damn. I looked him over. His penis was 26" long, flaccid. It didn't look like much of a grower, though he was uncut with a massive overgrown foreskin.

I ordered out 6 extra large pizzas veggie topped with meatlover's and they arrived about 30 minutes later. Shortly before six hours, he woke to the smell of the pizzas. It was the most caloric-intensive way I could think of to restock his depleted body before something went seriously wrong.

His voice... croaked, his throat was dry and yet there was a deep, vibrant bass tone to it. Basso Profundo, really... but not rumbly stupid, just amazingly sexy.

He woke up and his belly was rumbling. I sat him up and fed him a pitcher of water, and then 2 giant pizzas. That seemed to fill his gut for a few minutes. I knew from my own experience he would be starving again in 20 or 30 minutes. It was actually like 15 minutes. I'd forgotten you know, he was bigger than I was now. While he was laid out on the floor, it was easy to pretend he was my size. Maybe his chest was bigger, you know...

He wasn't able to talk for about the first half hour anyway. He was really out of it. But as his body flooded with nutrients and fluids, his pulse picked up to the rhythm of his new body and he was able to say his first word.

"Hungry!"

I shoved another pizza at him and counted my fingers to make sure I still had all of them.

After another hour, the pizzas were gone and 3 gallons of milk with them. But, his skin darkened to an Italian olive tan and didn't look red or pasty anymore. And those pecs? They filled out 4 inches thicker and 6 inches wider.

He dozed off again. I let him sleep. He needed it after the insult to his body that the amazing forced growth had done in the last 9 hours. I slept too, curled up against him, so he knew someone was close by, and in the morning, about 8am, I woke rested, and Nick's eyes were open. He looked confused. Maybe it was the exaggerated masculinity of the features on his very very handsome face, which was in no way pretty anymore, or the 3 inch beard he was sporting already, or the shoulder length Tarzan of the Apes haircut his dark dark brown hair framed over his wide forehead and noble brow. But I immediately got a huge boner. Unavoidable.

That was when I discovered that Nick's muscles weren't the only thing about him that had thickened up a lot with a bit of nutrition. I'd heard that pizza could be fattening, but this was ridiculous. Some people have skinny hard penises, some have fat round chubby semi hard penises. Nick had a very thick penis, curving up and pointing straight to heaven, and each chamber was so swollen and defined that it wasn't round, it was like a giant cucumber, with two equally giant bananas tied on top, and the whole thing wrapped in hot dark Italiano skin. His penis also flared wide at the upper end on the sides, then his massively oversized head was there, red and dark and perfectly formed and pulsing with his heartbeat. When he was erect, his foreskin pulled back and vanished so it looked as if he was cut. That's how massively erect his penis was.

And it was bigger than mine. I was going to have some splaining to do to him, if we ever did anything again other than fuck. You see, it just kinda naturally happened that I tried to enter him... and it worked... and there was no stopping us then.

Yeah, Nick the dick learned to bottom and fuck before he learned how to walk. About 11am we managed to stop. That was even better, when we were holding each other after it stopped.

Nick, fortunately, was able to think again. And I told him, that the Salts had been much stronger than we'd realized. I started to apologize and he stuck his tongue in my mouth to shut me up.

Okay, so he wasn't stupid. He'd figured it out. He crawled down the hallway to the bathroom, he refused to let me carry him. He wasn't quite 4 feet wide, so that was good, i figured. The hallway was 4 feet wide. It looked like he was three feet wide plus change. Ie, he had to twist his shoulders sideways to fit through the bathroom door. He used the toilet and then he got in the shower and I helped scrub him down. I'd already been thinking I needed a bigger shower enclosure, and a higher shower head. With Nick, well, a lot of water went on the bathroom floor. Fortunately I bought a lot of towels. His amazing body was coated with dark hair, and the water cascading over his giant muscles matted the hair to his chest and abs and legs and ass and forearms... what a gorilla! But what a handsome man. My brain sprained itself trying to think about it.

Anyway Nick recovered pretty quickly after the shower. He was more talkative, and the only thing he would ever say was that "this is more than I wanted, but it's infinitely better than what I was." And then he just wouldn't talk about it anymore. He'd talk about working out, making costumes... sex, more sex, then sex again, but no regrets. I took that as a cue. Even I was short next to Nick.

I toweled off his wide lats, mounded with muscle (and hair!) and then used the blow dryer to finish him off. His dark brown pubic hair was amazing and ran in a dense forest of almost black curls and waves across his body. His natural scent was all man, all musk, pleasant, not rank... it was a constant high just being around him.

I helped him stand for the first time... you have to remember that Nick was 69" tall last night... 5'9" (so he claimed- but he was probably 5' 8 and 1/4"). This morning, when he woke up.... Oh yeah, he was 8'8" tall. That's 104". So he'd basically grown three feet taller over one evening. I guess he'd grown a few more inches in the night, or I had measured wrong when he was on the floor unconscious. For all I knew, he'd grow more today and tonight again. He- well, it wasn't his fault, it was an accident. I felt terrible about it. We were in a rush for him to put on some size, but didn't think it through.

So you'd think that being 1/3 taller shouldn't be so hard to get used to. You have to factor in though that it happened overnight. And then there was the fact he was now 610 lbs. (I told you he'd filled out after eating!) Yesterday he'd been maybe 145. So you know, each of his legs weighed what he did yesterday. And then there was the fact he was so top heavy.

Nick practiced walking in the living room until he lost the vertigo and then he practiced not breaking things when he moved, or sat, or picked something up. Fortunately he was a smart guy and his brain if anything was improved by the salts. He learned quickly.

Umm, and one time, when he turned around to quickly, he was standing by the kitchen counter and his massive meat swung around and just kept on swinging when the rest of him stopped, and there was a loud THWACK as his cockhead slapped up against the drywall and rebounded. He cracked the drywall but I didn't say anything about it. I figured my apartment was going to take a lot more abuse from now on. Fortunately the living room, dining room and kitchen I could stand upright in. And they were decent sized. Smaller to me than they'd been, but certainly big enough to deal with for a few weeks.

Nick and I rested and ate that afternoon, then Nick spent some time relearning to sew with his larger hands, which were still pretty darned good at being so precise considering how big he was- his fingers were like big sausages it seemed. And he taught me to sew, too. It seemed like a skill I would need. He showed me how I could take any pattern and remeasure it and size it up to my new measurements. Then it was just fabric and heavy thread. Double seam stitched everywhere. Even the speedos. Especially the speedos.

So Nick made some clothes for himself with my help. Nothing he'd made me would fit him, except the muscle t's. And those, well, let's just say he needed bigger shirts. He actually preferred to wear a full t shirt, because he was so hairy. But either way he dressed me was impressive. And handsome and his Italian heritage, which previously had been very unnoticeable, was now VERY obvious, in his darkly impressive and handsome looks, his hairy chest, so macho manly and strong... and of course, his now unstoppable cock.

That night he wanted to go out again. I agreed but insisted we go to a different bar. I didn't want people seeing him with me again so soon, they might connect the dots.

I kinda missed my little Nick, but Italiano Gorilla Nick with the Swinging Dick was more than a trade up. He was the same sweet guy, although his personality did change. He was ever courteous and helpful like he'd been when he came over with his sewing machine, perhaps even more so. But he didn't take crap from anyone, at all. He just drew boundaries like a line in the sand and if you respected them he was your best friend. If you tried to fuck with him or anyone he liked, well, you never made that mistake twice. And you probably had to change your underwear too. Nick, as handsome as he was, was pretty intimidating if a storm cloud of a scowl crossed his normally sunny cheerful face.

I realized that he towered over Austin even more than I would, so I was happy that he was around. He stayed at my place, he could have gone home to his apartment, but our new similarities I think meant we needed a support structure. And not just because he knew how to sew giant jockstraps. Because he and I, together, were normal, in a world of people who suddenly were so much smaller than we were. And, our increased libido and giant cocks and incredible strength meant the two of us were likely to hurt anyone else we might have sex with, if we were to indulge our desires. So we had fun. This is not to say we didn't have some three ways. There was a guy at the bar who WAY came onto us. He was 6'9" tall so we had some fun with him. He only weighed like 265 or so. But he was a man at least close to us, so he was- more easy to be attracted to.

I learned that I needed to judge people esp men by their masculinity and not their height, there was no way I could be with someone so much shorter than I if I thought of them as children. But I made a mental adjustment and I had fun with men of every size and age and race.

the next morning....

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so poor Nick had a bit of a surprise, and I think he's going to have to learn to live as a giant. Hope you all had fun.

rdyroger

[gogothen]

DAMN man that was so hot

[scot158f]

Rdyroger,
I am utterly in love with how you've got your characters growing and changing - not just physically, but also becoming more emotionally involving. You have a great talent, and I hope you keep writing and publishing these stories! I wish I had that 166 salt; That'd be a real treat to wake up to! Great job, man!

[philat99]

Continues to be a thoroughly enjoyable romp!
Mike

[Mad Dog]

Moooooooooooooore~

[muscl4life]

Doesn't stories read much better when there's some sort of romantic feeling and tenderness between the characters? Well I am a romantic indeed. The funniest part of those parts were the making of Jacob's new clothes and of course the tialoring for Nick's humongous new size...that would make "project runway" seems a lot more interesting!

Anyway, i loved the chapter hoping that now that Jacob realized he can be huge and still loved, he can grow a bit more

Cheers

[rdyroger]

Thanks for the nice compliments, I really am having fun... hope you enjoy the "chain reaction" upcoming when people start to wonder about these giants... and the macrophiles who figure it out.

rdyroger

[msclundylvr]

Rdyroger,

I love the way this story and your writing are progressing. This is some great stuff. I can't wait to see where you go next!

Msclundylvr