Caveman - Part Eight

[tekuno]

Okay, here we are. Extra long part this time, because I wanted part nine to be the return to school but felt like it was cheating to skip too much.

For the first time, in this part, I'm dropping a serious, unambiguous hint of what is to come for Mitch, who incidentally apparently has no refractory period any more at all, now that I reread what I wrote. (Lucky guy!) And, incidentally, it's a good thing I didn't post this last night and did a reread, because no matter how many typos may still remain, I took out a huge number which would have been seriously embarrassing. Including at least a couple of places where I called Joe "Mike", so that it said things like "Mike shook hands with Mike". (Which is doubly confusing, because technically I established that 'Norris' is just a nickname and that character's real name is Mike.)

Anyway, hope you enjoy it. Something from one of the other two stories tomorrow, which one will depend on what I feel like writing when I sit down at the computer.

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Caveman
Part Eight

This story has been completed. Content warnings and general description are included with part one, general commentary will be after part twenty.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty

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"Of course, Buffy, one thing you will notice about the Americans, God bless them, and that is, they are terribly naive about sex."
"In what way?"
"Exactly!"

-- Alan Bennett, Peter Cook, Jonathan Miller, and Dudley Moore ("Beyond the Fringe"), Home Thoughts From Abroad

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Carrying three people is somewhat difficult, particularly if two of them want to fight over who gets to sit on your shoulders, right in the center. I insisted on putting Mike there, partially because he had been picked on so much and I wanted him to have the least uncomfortable seat, but mostly because Norris and Joe were strong enough to sit sidesaddle and hold themselves upright, while Mike would probably have some difficulty riding an arm. I suggested that Norris and Joe should simply walk behind, but they refused. Now, both of them were getting off on having the bulge of my biceps wedged into their crotches. Both of them actually came along the way, thanks to all the motion.

By the time we reached the cave, I was so turned on that I could probably have carried one of them on my erection. I was inclined to resent this, but as we reached the opening of the cave, Norris and Joe swung down and cooperated to jack me off and worship me, somewhat to Mike's disgust, so I really had nothing to complain about.

I carried Mike down the tunnel at a gentle trot, Joe and Norris following behind. When we reached the bottom, we found Gary, facing away from the entrance with his arms outstretched. Even with all the warning we had given him, Mike was astonished.

"Do you find him as much of a turn-on as me?" I whispered as I let him down to the floor.

"No, but I can see the resemblance," he replied.

I had a sudden thought. Rather than calling to Gary, I walked over and put my hand on his shoulder. I thought as clearly as I could: "Gary, can you hear me?"

"What? Oh. Mitch. Sorry not to have welcomed you. I'm a bit busy."

"I'm just glad the telepathy works both ways -- last time you used it, I was talking to you out loud. But I have a favor I want to ask you without the others hearing, so I thought I'd try this method."

"Yes?"

"I've brought you another test subject. His name is Mike. Joe acted like a jerk to him and he wants to get strong enough to get some revenge. Would it be possible to give him some sort of a booster shot which would let him grow more quickly for a little while until he's at least as big as Joe?"

"Perhaps. I'll have to see. Let me just reach a convenient stopping point."

"I'll pretend we haven't communicated, for their benefit."

After a few seconds, Gary lowered his arms and turned around. First he looked at me -- upwards, slightly, taking in my even greater bulk. Then he looked over at my friends. His eyes narrowed.

I cleared my throat. "Hello, again, Gary. As you can see, I've brought you another test subject."

"Yes?"

"His name is Mike."

"Ah. Hello, Mike."

"Hello, uh, Gary."

"Hmmmmmmmmm." Gary stared at Mike for a few seconds, and then waved his hand. "Please hold still."

Joe and Norris grinned and watched for the needle arm. When it injected into Mike's shoulder, he started slightly, and all three of them watched the arm retract.

Meanwhile, Gary grabbed my arm and spoke telepathically again. "I gave him a somewhat different formula. I'm not sure exactly whether it will work. Please bring them back tomorrow."

Out loud, I said: "Gary, tomorrow is our last day of vacation from school. From that point onward, we'll be busy during the day. I think we're going to need some more stuff from you to prepare for it."

"Such as?"

"Oh, I think we'll need more clothing, and possibly some other things. Can we make a list and bring it back tomorrow?"

"Certainly. I will try to leave some time for your visit. But right now I'm afraid I'm in the middle of some very delicate operations, so..."

"Yes, we'll get out of your hair. Thanks again, Gary."

"Don't mention it."

I picked up Mike and put him on my shoulders as we left. Then I held out my arms and the other two climbed aboard. It was doubly hot to be tall enough to need them to climb and for them to be strong enough to do the climbing so easily. On the way back, Mike mused on the fact that he had apparently walked into a science fiction novel. Norris and Joe didn't muse; they were too busy getting off again. When we reached my house and I set the three of them down, the minute we got inside I used first Norris' pecs and then Joe's to jack off, twice. I figured they owed me a hormone boost in exchange.

"So, now what?" asked Mike.

"Well, now we have a choice: we can start fucking, and risk being interrupted when your shot kicks in and you suddenly get hungry, or we can sit and wait for you to get hungry and risk losing some valuable sex."

"I know what you guys want, but would you mind if I just sat and--- Aaagh!" Mike doubled over clutching his stomach. "Oh my god, it HURTS!"

I ran and grabbed a cylinder and brought it to Mike. On the way over, I mashed it up a little so he could eat it a little faster. I shoved it in his hands, and while he started eating I picked him up and carried him to the table.

"Looks like it's dinnertime, guys."

"Great!"

Mike managed to put away 8 cylinders, just like me. Joe and Norris each only managed 6. Joe was a bit upset that Mike had already surpassed his appetite. I could see him flexing at his reflections in every shiny surface, reassuring himself that he was bigger than Mike.

Then we began our orgy; Mike was hampered slightly by the fact that he wouldn't let anyone else touch his dick; the rest of us cooperated. But then Mike brought out his laptop, called up some porn, and started taking care of himself. Norris and Joe were too entranced by their own desires and -- not to put too fine a point on it -- my body to care, but I kept count, and Mike actually managed to keep pace with me, orgasm for orgasm; Norris and Joe petered out -- no pun intended -- at 10 times, while I managed a whopping 16. Finally, and with occasional bathroom breaks, we were all tired out and headed to the bedroom.

Since we were only going to be in the room for sleep, I thought that for once it wouldn't matter if everyone slept by themselves. Just in case, I had Mike put his sleeping bag on one side of my bed and Norris and Joe on the other.

A few hours later, I was awakened by Mike. By the light of my bedside clock, I could see him beckon to me. We walked out into the hall and a ways away, and then he whispered, "sorry, Mitch, but I'm just so HUNGRY."

I chuckled, and we crept down to the kitchen, where I turned on the lights. Mike had definitely grown. He wasn't up to Joe's standards, yet, but obviously he had been metabolizing very efficiently, and if he was too hungry to sleep, it meant that his growth was definitely still going.

We sat and chewed for a while -- I was beginning to realize that I was no longer either hungry or not hungry any more, except when I had definitely stimulated myself to the point where I needed material to build more mass. Instead, it seemed like I could eat as and when I desired, and my body would simply use any extra calories into even more bone and muscle. I could no longer really "overeat" at all -- my stomach stayed flat as I packed away the food.

As Mike and I munched our fifth cylinders, I was musing on this, my dick hardening under the table as I thought about the possibility of getting bigger at will, when Mike cleared his throat.

He was blushing and looking away. In between bites of super-spam, he spoke.

"I'm, uh, sorry about what I said earlier."

"Don't worry about it."

"No, really, I shouldn't have called you guys faggots."

"Well, technically--"

"No, you already told us you were bi, before, and it shouldn't have made any difference to know you were acting on it. I was just... surprised."

There didn't seem to be much I could say to that. "Apology accepted."

"Good." Mike turned his head and looked at me. "I know this is kind of hypocritical, but... um, well..."

Mike swallowed the last of his cylinder, and stood up. He walked around behind me and started to knead my enormous traps. "You're just so goddamn sexy. Ever since you, uh, sat on me this afternoon, I just... can't get you out of my mind." He put his arms around my neck. They had already swollen just enough to be visibly larger -- just like, I noted, mine had. "I want you so bad. Your body is just incredibly, incredibly hot."

"But you're still straight?"

"I... I think so. I still don't feel anything for Norris or Joe." This would bear thinking about, at some point. But for now, I had other priorities, such as helping Mike boost his hormones -- and, of course, boosting my own. By which, of course, I meant "having sex". Everyone should have such problems.

I stood up and faced Mike. He knelt down and licked the length of my shaft, and I groaned. Then I picked him up, lifted him to face me, and kissed him. It gave me some satisfaction to know that Norris and Mike were getting kissing privileges which Joe was missing out on. Maybe I was flattering myself, but Mike and Norris both seemed to think that my kisses were pretty good. Served Joe right for being such a jerk to Mike earlier.

After a while, I put Mike down again. He returned to licking my cock, up and down. With one hand, he began caressing the opposite side, while with the other hand he groped my muscles and rubbed my giant balls. It wasn't long before I came.

I looked down at Mike; he was coming along very well. He had already been a well-built, fit guy. Now he was starting to shift from the lightweight physique of a tennis player to a heavier build. He looked like a heavier high school gymnast or someone on the Junior Varsity football team, but without any fat whatsoever.

"So, does this mean you think you could get off on me, instead of porn?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Well, then, come here."

I grabbed Mike, and carefully lay down on my back on the floor. Then I held him in front of myself and shifted him around until his cock, which was throbbing with his heartbeat, was positioned above my pec cleavage.

"Norris and I tried this the other day, but I didn't really have the muscle control down. I think I can manage it now." I then proceeded to jack Mike off by rubbing him up and down against my pecs, sort of a pec-fuck in reverse, in a way. It was challenging to relax the muscles enough to let his dick fit in between them while still holding the position, but I was getting used to my body, and I did it. Mike moaned and groaned and finally came. And by the time he did, he was again visibly bigger. Whatever Gary had done to Mike's shot had definitely been effective.

Of course, by that time I was hard again -- watching an increasingly muscular body shift around above me, with its cock occasionally popping into view, was a bit too much. And so we went back and forth for a while before Mike once again got hungry. We had another six cylinders apiece, fucked a couple more times, and crept back up to bed. Joe had begun to snore, which kept me awake, so after a while I dug out some earplugs from the drawer in my bedside table, which permitted me to doze off at last.

I was awakened by chaos.

As nearly as I was able to reconstruct, Norris had woken up first. He realized where he was, decided he wanted to cuddle with me before anyone else woke up, but tripped over Joe. Joe woke up and got into a whispered argument with Norris because he didn't want to be left out of any sexual activity. The two of them actually came to blows, which was fairly serious because they were both now among the strongest men in the world. Obviously, we had succeeded in getting their testosterone levels up!

Meanwhile, Mike woke up from the noise, sat up, and saw me, lying in bed with an erection, which was apparently now my normal state while sleeping. He immediately started going down on me, but within a few seconds Norris and Joe noticed, and started to object, pulling Mike off my cock. Which was when they all realized that Mike had somehow leapfrogged Joe and was now nearly the same size as Norris -- who, after all the sex the day before, was now enormous, the size of a prizewinning bodybuilder. Joe had leapt back, Mike had woken up the rest of the way and realized his advantage, and jumped on him. Norris, meanwhile, continued the blowjob.

Apparently I was sleeping remarkably deeply, because I only woke up after finally cumming, to find Norris straddling my waist while watching Mike beating the tar out of Joe on the floor.

I picked up Norris and slung him over my left shoulder, then reached out and picked up Mike and Joe, one in each hand. They were upset at being interrupted, but I let out a growl and showed my teeth, and they consented to be lifted to their feet. I gave them a smile.

"Well, gentlemen, shall we have some breakfast?"

Breakfast was a bit of a sullen affair, because Mike and Joe refused to talk with each other. I was relieved to see that Mike's appetite had fallen back to about the same level as that of Norris and Joe, though -- it would be tricky if he got large enough that I couldn't stop him from fighting Joe. Not that Joe hadn't brought this on himself, but a punch from a nearly-300-pound massive musclestud does a lot of damage, and I didn't think Mike realized quite yet how different his body was now. Fortunately, Joe was now in such great shape that the bruises Mike had managed to raise were fading already.

After breakfast, and a mass break for the bathrooms, we gathered again in the living room. Without saying anything, all four of us were now nude. Any of us, even Joe, who was now the smallest, could have won most bodybuilding contests, gotten a job as a stripper, or pretty much seduced any heterosexual woman or gay man without putting in any effort. Joe was only the smallest in the room by comparison; he had larger muscles than all but the very largest professional bodybuilders, and he appeared to have a bodyfat of approximately 0%. Mike and Norris were the same, but even larger, and from what I could see of my own body, I had reached a point where "godlike" was the only appropriate adjective.

Just for a start, I was at least a foot taller than Norris, and a foot and a half taller than Joe. My biceps now formed a peak even when unflexed; when I flexed them, it was like a volleyball was under my skin, only differently-shaped and vascular. It seem like I must be as wide across the shoulders as Norris and Mike standing next to each other. My pecs were gigantic sacks of meat, both parts developed into their own huge and separate bulges, with the divide clearly defined. By stretching my neck forward and carefully holding my pecs in the right position, I could see my crotch. I couldn't actually see my abs, though -- the hair which was also on my balloon-like pecs and tree-thick forearms covered them too thickly. I could feel my abs with my fingers, though, and there was definitely a huge 10-pack there, so powerful that I could trap my own fingers in its central divide by flexing. More importantly, though, I could see my thick, powerful, veiny cock hanging out, against the bumpy backdrop of my gigantic quads. It never really went soft any more, although it wasn't always upright either. Underneath, it was shoved outward by low-hanging testicles which looked to be the size of tennis balls, perhaps larger. It was hard to tell.

"Okay, studs, we need to talk over a few things. First off, Joe and Mike, quit it. Until yesterday you got along just fine, you can get along just fine now."

"But--" Mike began.

I grabbed Mike's arm, twisted it around behind his back, forced him to his knees, and said: "You can get along just fine now. Any objections?" The whole action took essentially no effort; Mike was utterly unable to resist.

Mike and Joe shook their heads; all three of my friends instantly sported hard-ons. "No, sir."

I lifted Mike back up, gave him a nice long kiss -- Joe looked a bit envious -- and a gentle push back to where he had been.

"Today is the last day of break. Although it's tempting, with bodies like these, to give up on school and just stay home, I think that would be a bad idea. But if we're going to keep going to school, we'd better finish up any homework that's due. Also, we need to keep track of anything we'll need Gary to make for us. We're going to need more clothes, especially you, Mike. And we're going to need a lot more food; in fact, we'll be lucky if our supply lasts until this afternoon."

Norris spoke for all three: "does that mean we're not going to have any more sex?"

"Did I say anything like that? I just meant we're going to have to take some time out for other things as well. Life can't be a constant orgy, no matter how much we might like that."

"Okay, then."

We spent the next hour or so getting our rocks off repeatedly and as quickly as possible. Then we adjourned to the dining room table and started work on our homework assignments, at least the ones we hadn't finished earlier during the break. Mike and I had two pages of Calculus problems, and Norris had an essay to complete, although fortunately he had already done the reading. Joe had actually finished everything while he had been away.

Norris tapped away at the keyboard of his laptop. Joe went and got his own laptop, and started browsing for porn. Meanwhile, Mike and I cracked open the books and prepared to be stumped. But I was pleasantly surprised.

I looked at the first problem. "Okay, at least they started us off with an easy one. The answer is the function 'y equals 1 over the square root of the cosine of 4x'."

Mike looked down at the problem, then back up at me. "Huh? How did you know that?"

"Well, it's just obvious, isn't it? The rest won't be that easy."

"Easy, hell. That wasn't an easy problem. How do get that answer?"

I wrote it out for him, step by step. Joe gave up on his porn and came over, rubbing my back muscles and shoulders as I wrote.

"Fuck. If that's easy, I must have forgotten more than usual over this break."

I was already looking over the rest of the problems. "Wait, these are ALL easy."

"Hell, no."

"Hell, yes. Watch."

I started writing. In (relatively speaking) no time, I had covered a few pages of notepaper with the solutions. Mike slowly checked my work.

"As far as I can tell, everything I've read so far is correct. Holy fuck."

I shrugged. "Anyway, that's all for me."

"Mind if I just copy?"

I thought about it: on the one hand, Mike probably shouldn't be permitted to cheat if he was having so much trouble with such simple problems. On the other, though, if I didn't let him copy my work, it would mean one less person to help me get off for a while. And the problems weren't really THAT important... we could always study later, too...

"Go ahead. But hurry."

Now that I wasn't leaning over the table, I pushed back a bit and Joe moved around and started sucking me off, deeply inhaling the musk from my now-fairly-hairy crotch as he went. Simultaneously, he was jacking off. It felt good.

Mike was just finishing up his copying when, with a bang, Norris slammed shut the cover of his laptop. "Done!"

"And done here, too."

"Good. Now, I'm going to start keeping a list of what we need Gary to prepare. First item: two sets of clothes for each of us, using the elastic material from my bicycle shorts so we have some time before we outgrow them. Second item: 40 cylinders of super-spam for each of you, and 60 for me, to tide us through until the end of the day tomorrow."

Joe interrupted. "I don't think we're going to need 40."

"Heh. After all the sex we're going to have for the rest of the day, your hormones will be so stimulated you'll be wondering if 40 is enough. And we should have some heavy-duty backpacks to go with that, because there's no way we're going to be able to carry our lunches otherwise. We're going to starve as it is. Anyone have any other stuff to go on the list before we start?"

"Could we get some bigger cell phones? I don't think my fingers will be able to press these little buttons any more."

"Good one, Mike. Anyone else?"

The rest of the morning and through the afternoon, with a break for lunch, we fucked. Admittedly, I wasn't actually fucking anyone directly yet, but everyone gave me head and jacked me off. Mike got off in various ways using my body. I got off on my friends. Norris and Joe fucked each other, fucked my pecs (we tried letting Norris fuck my ass, but had to stop because my ass muscles were too tight; any pressure at all was enough to potentially injure him), jacked off, you name it. And, of course, worship. We all worshipped each other's incredible -- and growing -- bodies.

As I had predicted, everyone's appetite had grown. Joe had realized early on that he was now smaller than everyone again, and had made sure that his cock was more or less constantly stimulated all morning. As a result, his gains were larger than those of Norris or Mike, and at lunch he ate 14 cylinders to their 12. (I had 18.)

At 5, we headed into the woods to see Gary. Just for kicks, I actually had Norris ride there sitting on my rigid cock, with Joe and Mike each steadying him with one hand as they sat on my shoulders. The pent-up sexuality, being so huge and having 3 studs on my body -- to say nothing of being able to carry what must have been over 800 pounds of musclestud in addition to my massive bulk -- was so great that halfway there I came. And I was so stimulated that I didn't even get soft, much to Norris' amazement.

When we stopped, everyone else insisted on jacking off as well. I could hardly have stopped them if I had wanted to, so instead I just joined in. When we finally walked into the cave, I had gone into the half-soft state which was now as far as I could go in that direction.

Gary was waiting for us. He regarded us levelly as we walked into the room, and nodded. He spoke without preamble.

"I hope you will not object if I take a blood sample from each of you; although the computer is taking a comprehensive measure of you as we speak, in order to understand the changes you have gone through in detail I will need to take objective measurements of your internal chemistry."

I shrugged. "Seems like the least we can do, right guys?" Everyone else nodded.

"Thank you." Gary waved, and four arms with needles descended. After that, I handed Gary my list. "Here are the things we will need."

He read it, and waved his hands in the air again. "None of that will be difficult, but it will take a few minutes. You will have to wait."

After a moment in which we all just stood, Gary started jacking off again. Even after all the nonstop sex at my house, it was kind of shocking the way he just whipped it out. But hot. It wasn't long before we all were doing it, Mike staring hard at me the whole time. We all came, one after another -- I cleared my throat. "Gary, I don't suppose you record video of this room, do you? If so, could I get a copy of the last five minutes copied into my phone?"

Gary shook his head. "Sorry, I don't need security records of my own cave -- you people haven't got the technology to break in here, so I don't bother keeping records."

I was pretty disappointed, although on reflection I was never going to need masturbation material again: I could just look in a mirror.

This time, Gary cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, but I have another favor to ask."

"I'm all ears."

"Well, the computer has made some preliminary analyses, and none of the results are making sense. I would really like to carry out some more testing. In fact, I think I'm going to need a much wider field of subjects if I'm going to make any sense out of this data. Do you think, by any chance..."

I turned to the others. "What do you say, guys, do you think we could bring in a few other recruits soon?" They burst out laughing.

I turned to Gary. "The difficulty will be keeping the entire male student body from making its way here, after they see what's happened to us."

He frowned. "Why would you want to stop them?"

"Huh?"

"I said I wanted a broader range of genotypes, Mitch. Triple or quadruple digits would be excellent."

I shrugged. "Okay, then. Better get ready to test, then, Gary. We'll get you the first batch tomorrow around 7 in the evening. Is that okay?"

Gary nodded. Just at that moment, four robots carried in our new stuff, one rolling to each of us. We duly hefted our new belongings.

"Thanks, Gary. I'll make sure to get you more recruits."

"Very well. I'll see you tomorrow, Mitch."

We headed back to the mouth of the cave. Norris insisted once again that I carry everyone. They were incredulous that I carried all their belongings -- for the first time, they were carrying multiple cylinders, and had some clue of just how heavy they were in bulk -- with the same ease that I carried them. I could feel the sexual tension building in the others as I walked back to the house, and my own cock once again inflated in response, but really I was considering the logistics of sneaking hundreds of guys into the woods behind my house. This was going to take a lot of planning. And sooner or later someone else was going to notice that hundreds, or maybe thousands, of high school guys were coming to my house and then growing into giant musclestuds. Of course, I could count on Gary's help to obfuscate things.

When we got back, we had dinner. I noted with pleasure that all three of my friends wolfed down 15 cylinders. Soon they would have physiques which, like mine, would put all other men to shame -- although I wasn't exactly unhappy that my head start did not seem to be waning.

After yet another bathroom break, we had one last span of back-to-back orgasms. Around 8:15, we finally stopped -- everyone else had to go home and check in; their parents would undoubtedly freak out at the changes, but on the other hand their parents would freak out even worse -- and almost certainly call the police -- if they didn't come home. And merely phoning home was out of the question -- their voices, like mine, had plunged deep into bass tones. Although the facial resemblance was still strong enough for them to be recognized, there was no way that their parents would be able to accept them over the phone.

First, though, Joe insisted on measurements. It was amazing to see how much bigger the other three had become during the day -- in fact, their entire measurement session consisted of one of them being measured, one of them measuring, and the other one joining me in jacking off at the sight. The only thing to rival this which I had ever seen before was a video I once saw of some bodybuilders in a hotel measuring and posing. But this was three nude, hot guys -- four if you counted me -- who were all my friends, all at least as hot as any bodybuilder alive, and all of whom had been engaged in worshipping my body for at least a day. My cock was so hard I could hardly stand it.

Joe insisted on measuring Mike first -- which he did himself to demonstrate that he was no longer trying to pick a fight. Mike's stats were indeed impressive now: 24 1/2" arms, a 61" chest, a 28" waist, 27" thighs, 19" calves (he insisted that we measure, since he had started off with those as his best feature), and an 11" cock. His weight came in at 271 pounds, and his height was 6' 2 1/2".

Norris submitted to be measured next; Joe was hoping to have outgrown the other two and wanted to be able to know instantly whether or not he had succeeded when the measurements were made. Norris now possessed 27" arms, a 66 1/2" chest, a 30" waist, 30 1/2" thighs, 19" calves, and a 13" cock, and had exceeded 300 pounds (so we couldn't get an exact measurement) and had a height of 6' 5".

Joe grinned as Norris ran the tape over him, but was dismayed that he was actually still about on a par with Mike: 25" arms, 62" chest, 31" waist, 29" thighs, 18" calves, and a 12 1/2" cock; his weight was so close to 300 that we couldn't tell if he was over or not, and he was 6' 3" tall.

Finally the three of them turned to me and insisted on new measurements of my own body. I was going to decline -- I was discovering that once you pass beyond the ordinary human scale, it really stops mattering just how far beyond, exactly, you are -- but Joe started giving me a blowjob, so I let them continue. My arms were now a mind-blowing 42" at their widest point -- which was almost misleading, given how much my biceps now peaked; it felt like cheating to put the measuring tape there. My chest was now at least 109" -- Joe stopped sucking long enough to complain that Norris was doing it wrong again when he came up with 110". My waist was still 31 1/2", but my thighs were now 59" each. I joked to Norris that I was closing in on thighs twice as big as my waist, but instead of laughing, he just smiled and nodded happily, and stroked them. Finally, I had 25-inch calves -- bigger than most bodybuilders' arms! -- and a whole 24 1/2" of cock, 11" around. And, of course, I was 8' 2" tall now.

After one last round of orgasms, which they insisted on after my measurements, it was time to say goodbye. Mike pulled on his new clothes, shoved his stuff into his new backpack, shook hands all around, and stalked off down the driveway. Joe did the same, although he insisted on a kiss instead of a handshake from me.

Then I turned to Norris. "So, going to put on some clothes?"

"Why would I do that?"

"So you can go home, idiot."

"I'm not going home."

"What will your mom say?"

"Dunno. When she gets back next weekend, I'll ask her." He held out his phone. It showed a text exchange which basically consisted of him mom saying "Sorry, honey, I need to stay here another week. Do you mind?" with the response "Not at all, I'm staying with Mitch. Enjoy your trip."

I shrugged. "Oh. Well, then, want to do another round?"

He smiled. "More than that. I didn't want to offer while those two were still here, but, uh, I think I'm ready now."

"Ready?"

He turned around and reached down to grab his ankles. "Ready!"

It was a good thing my house was so isolated; if we had had neighbors, Norris and I would probably have kept them awake that night.

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[tekuno]

Oh, I ought to add: I chose to write another part of this, rather than either of the other two stories, because this story has been getting more "likes" and more comments than the others. So if you have a particular preference between the other two, it wouldn't hurt to make sure you've clicked the "Like" button on the most recent part of the one you prefer. I don't guarantee that I'll work on the more popular one next, but it's certainly something I take into consideration.

[Inhumanyuyin]

This story is getting incredibly hot. I can't wait for the guys to get to school and begin recruiting more boys to grow gigantic.