Caveman - Part Eleven

[tekuno]

Okay, here's the next part. Still not totally happy with it, but it's better than it would have been. And I'm working on the illustration I promised -- except that I can't remember whether I specified much about Norris' appearance earlier in the story, so I'm going to have to go look around carefully to make sure I don't draw him canonically wrong. (My current mental image is that Mitch has black hair and Norris has blond hair, but I might have said something else to the contrary before I decided to draw 'em. Sigh.) When I finish it, I'll put a reply on this thread with a link to it in my FurAffinity account. (Note that it's going to be an "adult" image, so you'll need a de-filtered account at FurAffinity to see it.)

Earlier in the week, I came up with a really apropos title for the "happy" rewrite of A Word Out of Place, and since I didn't write it down, naturally I forgot it. I still remember the ending I came up with at about the same time, but the title tied in to the whole mechanism and now it's gone. Good thing I have a while before I'll be starting that.

The next thing I post will be an installment of In Corpore Sano, since it's been a while, and then I'll get back to this again. With luck, I'll be back to posting more frequently now that the hubbub is over.

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Caveman
Part Eleven

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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What is often striking—and indeed depressing—is how freely parents withheld not funds but affections. Elizabeth Barrett and her father were intensely close, but when she declared her intention to marry Robert Browning, Mr. Barrett immediately terminated all contact. He never spoke or wrote to his daughter again, even though her marriage was to a man who was gifted and respectable, and based on the deepest bonds of love. In the mystifying world that was Victorian parenthood, obedience took precedence over all considerations of affection and happiness, and that odd, painful conviction remained the case in most well-heeled homes up until at least the time of the First World War.

--Bill Bryson, At Home: A Short History of Private Life

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Norris gently pulled Brad to his feet, and gave him a hug. "It's okay, Brad. Cheer up. Please? We have ice cream." He turned to me. "Do we have ice cream?"

"I'll go check."

Meanwhile, Joe was in the middle of a heated argument with somebody. As I closed the freezer door -- yes, we had ice cream -- he barked "okay, fine!" into the phone, then hung up and pushed it back in his pocket. It was clear from his expression that he was sulking.

"That was Dad. I have to go home now."

"Anything wrong?"

"No, he just wants me to spend more time at home. And Mom has a bunch of chores lined up for me."

I tried very hard not to laugh as he went off to get the rest of his clothes and his backpack. At least now he would have to be a bit more sympathetic to Mike.

Whatever. The man I loved was rubbing the shoulders of a distraight high school student who was apparently growing so fast you could almost see it. I wasn't sure, but he looked like he had gotten bigger since coming in the door.

I served up a few bowls of ice cream; it suddenly struck me that this was the first normal food I had even considered eating in over a week. Everything else had been super-spam. Even though I knew the super-spam was satisfying my body's nutritional needs, the mere thought of ice cream filled me with anticipation.

Mike came back in fully-dressed and carrying his bag. He walked over and gave me a hug around my gigantic torso, and then stepped back and massaged my nipples as he spoke. "Damn, I wish I could stay. I'll see you tomorrow, okay? Send me a text if anything important happens."

"Okay, dude. See you."

"Later."

He left, still scowling. I turned back to Norris and Brad. Brad was occupying himself with his ice cream. Norris motioned to me, and we headed into the next room.

"What's all this about?"

"Well, it's... not a surprise, exactly, that Brad would get thrown out for getting big. His father is a little strange."

"Strange?"

"Well, borderline abusive."

"As in rape? Violence? What?"

"No, nothing like that. Emotional. You know, insults and yelling and tearing him down all the time. Verbal stuff. And keeping him isolated."

"And his mother?"

"Dead. She, er, she drank. Really badly. And she... she got in a car accident. When he was six."

"So Brad has been in a situation like that for more than a decade? Did anyone know?"

"Well, uh, my family knew, since we're related."

"What the fuck? And you-- your parents didn't do anything?"

"We tried. He used to sleep over, years and years ago. But then his father stopped giving him permission. My parents talked to a lawyer, but since his father never actually hit him or anything, we couldn't do anything. Basically, he wasn't starving or bruised, so according to the courts his father must be doing okay."

"Jesus!"

"I tried to keep in touch with him at school, but he stopped talking to me a few years ago. Or anybody else, as far as I could tell."

"And, uh, is he gay or straight?"

"No idea."

Well, that was a relief. I hadn't ruined Brad's life -- even if things went wrong, his life was already pretty ruined. And maybe I could help patch it up a bit.

"I kind of think he must be. Do you think it would be a problem if we just, ah, asked?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

We headed back. Brad was done with his ice cream, and had been sitting looking down at the table. When we came in, he looked up. Then he launched himself out of his chair at me and threw his arms around my waist.

It was the oddest sensation. It was like being hugged by Norris, sort of, but there was something... wrong with it. Of course, I had just been told about his horrible home life, so it was probably just me.

"Please-don't-make-me-go-back-I-want-to-stay-here-with-you-guys-I-want-to-have-lots-and-lots-of-sex-like-you-guys-do-and-get-all-big-and-muscley!" He was actually out of breath by the time he finished saying it all. I reached down and grabbed him under the arms, and lifted him to his feet.

"Whoa, settle down Brad! We won't kick you out. I promise."

Norris nodded. "If your dad kicked you out for growing, then my parents can probably use that to get legal custody of you until you turn 18."

"Oh, thank you! I've been so worried!"

"But why did he kick you out just for growing? You're a teenager. Teenagers grow. I know you're getting really huge now, but before you left your house you must have been pretty normal-sized."

Brad looked down at himself. His shirt was now a few tattered remains, showing a broad, muscular, hairy chest and a pair of beautiful thick arms, and his pants looked like they had been painted onto his legs.

"Uh, well, um, a few weeks ago Dad, um, Dad found my porn."

"Your porn?"

"When I was at the library, I copied photos out of books on bodybuilding, and printed out some pictures from websites. And so he, um, knew I was gay. And he told me, um, not to be gay. And so, um, when I came home, and started growing like a bodybuilder, he, um, he knew I was still gay. And so he kicked me out."

The things people do to their kids!

"It's okay, Brad. You're here with me and Mitch now." Norris gave Brad a hug; even though it was chaste as hugs from Norris went, at that point, it was still the hottest thing I had ever seen. Norris was bigger than any bodybuilder or porn star I had ever seen, with body hair covering his huge muscles in just about the sexiest way I could imagine. And Brad was now even bigger than he had been before Norris and I stepped out of the room, and getting sexier all the time. It was difficult not to get hard again, although I managed.

Brad got a frightened look. "I'm hungry again."

Norris and I exchanged glances. "Well, it's dinnertime anyway. Let's sit down and eat. Norris and I can eat our ice cream later."

I was astonished at the speed with which Brad ate, and even more astonished at how quickly his body changed the food into mass. He actually matched me, cylinder for cylinder, as I ate 22 of them. (Norris had 14.) His stomach didn't bulge at any time. When we finished, he looked up again. He looked a lot happier now.

"So, when do we get to the sex?"

Norris and I burst out laughing at the way Brad was finding it so easy to assimilate into our pattern -- but Brad immediately cringed, and looked down.

"What's wrong?"

"I didn't mean-- I didn't--" suddenly Brad was crying. I picked him up and gave him a big hug, while rubbing his back. Once again, I had a sense of wrongness -- Brad's emotions were all twisted up. He had an immense libido waiting to be gratified, but his actions were governed by a strong sense of shame and self-doubt.

"No, no, Brad, we weren't laughing at you. We were just amused because, well, Norris and I were trying to figure out if you were gay or not earlier, and here you are begging for sex."

"R-really?"

"Yes. Now, if you want sex, I guess we should go and get to work, shouldn't we?"

As Brad got up from the table, his pants burst open along all the seams and at the zipper. It was clear that he was now much, MUCH bigger than he had been earlier. I reached over and tore the remains of his clothing off of him.

It was astonishing how large he had become. Either Gary had given him more of a boost than Mike to catch him up faster -- entirely possible, since Gary was probably monitoring our activities and would know how big we all were -- or his body reacted more strongly to the injection than anyone else. He was already as big as Mike had been after 36 hours, and beginning to grow a thick coat of body hair like Norris.

The three of us hit the bathrooms preemptively. Then we gathered in my bedroom. Brad got his first glimpse of Norris and me in the nude, and was instantly on his knees between us, licking my cock while massaging Norris'.

The three of us had a threesome which lasted, intermittently, for five hours. We periodically had to stop because Brad was hungry again; his body was enlarging so rapidly that I was getting just a little nervous. Meanwhile, of course, I fucked Norris, I fucked Brad, the two of them jacked each other off (they were understandably just a touch hesitant to fuck each other, being cousins), we all tried getting off in new and unlikely ways, and of course we all flexed and posed in the mirrors I had brought in.

By the end of the night, Brad's growth spurt slowed down. For the last hour and a half before we went to sleep, he stopped needing to take breaks to eat. Since they had been happening every forty-five minutes or so up until then, I suspected that he had exhausted his "boost".

The timing was very convenient; he was now just slightly physically inferior to Norris, who was a godlike stud after the effects of resumed sexual activity. Facially, they were practically twins, except for the worried expression that kept running over Brad's face every so often like a tic. They had similar body hair as well, and the same proportions. Either one would have absolutely blown the mind of any bodybuilder you chose to name, and I looked forward to Joe finding out that he had been surpassed again, at least for the time being. In fact, it was tempting to use Brad's similarity to Norris to prank Joe somehow.

Before going to sleep, I insisted on doing another round of measurements -- for once, I wanted to see how large everyone was.

Norris went first. He was now 6' 8" tall, with 31" arms, a 75" chest (his rib cage had expanded during the day), a 30 1/2" waist, 37" thighs, 19" calves, and a 14" cock.

Brad was only slightly his inferior: 6' 7 1/2" tall, 30" arms, 73 1/2" chest, a 31" waist, 36" thighs, 18" calves, and a 13 1/2" cock.

We didn't bother with the scales any more; even Mike would have been too heavy for either one now.

The two of them cooperated to measure me. I was now 8' 5" tall, with 45" arms, a 116" chest (although I wondered what Joe would say about that measurement), a 31" waist, 66" thighs ("Look, Norris, I told you I'd get to thighs twice as big as my own waist someday"), 28" calves, and a 28" cock.

Looking at the three of us in the mirrors was incredible. I looked like some sort of barbarian god of strength, with the two of them as my worshippers.

Unfortunately, my bed wasn't large enough for all of us, and Brad didn't have a sleeping bag. (And, to be honest, I thought he'd appreciate not being alone at night.) After a bit of discussion, we pulled the mattresses off my bed and the beds in two spare bedrooms, pushed them together in the middle of my room, and lay down on top, me on the bottom with Norris and Brad lying next to me with their heads against the muscles of my biceps and chest, one on each side.

It was only after Norris and Brad fell asleep that I realized I had never actually eaten any of my ice cream.

I awoke from a very strange dream -- untangling a giant ball of rope which was wound incorrectly, which, in some fashion unique to dreams, meant that it wasn't functional; how can a ball of rope stop working? -- around 3 AM. As I lay there blinking in the darkness with my two friends now curled up against me, I became aware of an odd sound, on the very edge of hearing. It was like an analog radio not quite tuned into a station which was broadcasting in a foreign language. Behind the hissing, I could tell there were words, but they were words I couldn't understand.

Just as I was about to drift off again, the hissing cut out just long enough for the very clear word "HELP". Then there was a lot more hissing and odd language. I debated whether to get up and see if I could find the source, but before I could reach a conclusion the noise stopped abruptly. After a while, I fell asleep and spent a few more hours working on untangling rope.

When I woke up at 6, Norris and Brad were already awake. In fact, they were licking and sucking my erect cock, one on each side, while feeling each other up. I just lay back and watched; it was unbelievably hot, and the sensations were fantastic. Just for one thing, they were practically twins in appearance, and it isn't often you get to wake up to twins spontaneously having sex with you. After a while, they both came. The sight was enough to push me over the top, so I did, too.

They looked at me with a pair of incredibly hot, indentical bearded grins.

"Hey, Mitch woke up!"

"Good morning!"

"How are you feeling today?"

"Did you like what we were doing?"

I chuckled. "It's like you're a pair of cartoon characters. Brad, how are you doing? Feeling a little better now?"

Norris looked at Brad, who frowned in concentration. "Well, mostly, yeah."

"Do you want to try to go back and see your father, just so he knows you're all right?"

"Er... n-no, I d-don't think I want to do that." The happy look from a few moments earlier was totally gone. It was like he had suddenly become a different person. I kicked myself, internally.

"Don't worry about it. You don't have to go back if you don't want to. Norris and I will arrange everything. Now let's go and have some breakfast, right?" Brad's expression cleared, although there was still a wary look.

I grabbed Norris and held him back as Brad headed downstairs. "What was that all about? He was so happy a minute ago. Is his father THAT bad?"

"I don't know. I haven't spent much time with him... for the last decade. But it could be."

"All I know is that he's said more words to me spontaneously in the last five minutes than he ever did in the whole previous two-thirds of a year in french class. Can we keep people from finding out he's over here for now? So he's safe if his father decides to make trouble?"

Norris shrugged. "Sure."

We followed Brad down to the kitchen. He was munching on a cylinder. "Funny, but I don't think I want so many of these this morning. I mean, I'm hungry, but..."

Norris cleared his throat. "Yes, your rate of growth has been extremely unusual, and in fact I've been wondering about it. It's familiar -- another of our friends grew like that, too. Mitch, care to explain?"

"All right, all right. Brad, I asked Gary, the caveman you saw yesterday in the tunnel, to give you an extra boost, to help you catch up with us. I didn't say how much, and I think he took Norris as an example of how big I wanted you to be."

Brad dropped the half which remained of the cylinder he had been eating on the table, and once again launched himself at me and Norris. He grabbed each of us with one arm and hugged us as tightly as he could. I think that before spring break, I would have been killed outright by the force. But it still felt... wrong, somehow.

"Thank-you-thank-you-thank-you-thank-you-thank-you-thank-you--"

"You're, uh, welcome. Seriously, I didn't do much--"

"--and I didn't do anything at all."

Brad gave us a lopsided smile. There were tears in his eyes, and he tried to speak, but he seemed to give up after a moment. Norris and I looked at each other, and then Norris cleared his throat again.

"Er, well, let's just have some breakfast, and then get cleaned up and head to school, okay?"

Brad let go, and we had breakfast with no further emotional outbursts.

Since we didn't have to take a long route to school by way of Gary's cave, we had a bit more time this morning, so the three of us spent 45 minutes in the walk-in shower of the master bedroom. The two of them swapped places again and again as I fucked one against the wall while using the cleavage between my pecs to jack off the other. It was a bit difficult to judge, but I felt fairly sure that we were all even bigger than the night before; certainly as I massaged Norris' nipples they seemed to be larger, and pushed out further by the muscle underneath.

There was something deeply satisfying about being able to push my cock deep into a solid muscle ass just like Norris' while kissing Norris. As I caressed his huge back muscles, he traced the contours of my huge hairy pecs, and sucked my gigantic nipples. Then I got to massage his thick butt while he pushed his cock in between my pecs, and I squeezed away, feeling the veins rub against the striations in the cleavage between them. Before spring break, I wouldn't have believed I would ever even see someone who looked like Norris now did. Now I was fucking a pair of them.

The entire shower was covered with cum by the end -- thank goodness for detachable showerheads, or we would have been late in order to clean it all up.

All three of us had to shave with Norris' electric razor, since I had still forgotten to buy one. By the time it finished with the thick beards all three of us had grown, it was starting to make funny noises.

"Norris, remind me to stop by the drugstore and buy a razor after school."

"Okay. Remind me to buy a new razor for myself while I'm there."

Finally, we set off for school, with Brad wearing one of Norris' outfits. I carried the two of them, just to save time, and jogged there in under five minutes.

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[nnnrg]

Hm. What DID the dog do in the night, Watson?

[tekuno]

Originally Posted by nnnrg

Hm. What DID the dog do in the night, Watson?

Do you know, there's so much... stuff which has to happen in this story before we can get to the climax, that I'm getting kind of burned out on writing sex scenes while we're on our way there. And yet they're kind of necessary as well.

Oh, by the way: I have remembered the title for the new version of A Word Out of Place. It's Some Assembly Required. (Might as well put it down now, so I don't need to worry about forgetting it.)

[marduk1126]

No comments, everyone is fapping.

This continues to be my favorite story of yours, looking forward to the illustration!

[tekuno]

Originally Posted by marduk1126

No comments, everyone is fapping.

This continues to be my favorite story of yours, looking forward to the illustration!

After rereading it very, very carefully for several chapters in case I missed anything, I discovered that -- duh! -- Norris' appearance was specifically blond when I made up the character.

Now I just have to cope with the fact that I'm drawing on a tablet instead of with pencil and paper. (With a pencil and paper I usually just start sketching, but with a tablet it's hard to tell how far zoomed in/out everything is, so I have to do a rough version and then go back and sketch. I'm going to ink and color, too, which I've never done digitally before. And since this is on an iPad with a stylus, I'm not using any graphics program I actually know very well. Wish me luck.)

[renbear]

And Mitch was now even bigger than he had been before Norris and I stepped out of the room

Perhaps you meant Brad, rather than Mitch, since this is internal dialogue from Mitch? (Unless I'm missing something myself.)

Nonetheless, thanks for continuing this!

[tekuno]

Originally Posted by renbear

Perhaps you meant Brad, rather than Mitch, since this is internal dialogue from Mitch? (Unless I'm missing something myself.)

Nonetheless, thanks for continuing this!

Screw up ALL the names!

Geez, now I'm doing it to more than just the Mike/Joe combo. What's next, I start losing track of words other than names and elephant a defenstrate sticky the rotate? Eggplant stovepipe an enrapture swimming pill.

[tekuno]

Okay, I have officially determined that Some Assembly Required (the illustrated "happy" version of A Word Out of Place, for those not reading all my posts) will be monochrome. Color takes too damn long -- and I didn't even do a very good job at it! Not that I'm really very good at doing that sort of thing, but I could have spent another day or two on it. This would have been posted two days ago (I took yesterday off from coloring) if I had wanted to post it in black and white.

Oh, and I really did sketch all of Mitch's body before inking. He was going to be holding both Norris and Brad, but I discovered that Norris was a little too far to the left and wouldn't fit in the crook of Mitch's elbow any more. Oops.

Oh, yeah, the link:

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10758956/

This is, of course, the scene where Mitch wakes up and hears the radio noise. Strictly speaking, Brad should be flipped over, but I wanted to draw a front and a back. (Oh, and I didn't outline Brad's testicles, because I was hoping the body hair would do that reasonably well, and it did -- until I added the blue tone to suggest that this was in the dark. Now you can barely even see it. Oh, well. Still looks pretty sexy to me. I'll do better next time.)

Now I can go back to writing, instead. Any further illustrations I decide to do for this story will be black and white to avoid further delays.

[nnnrg]

Black and white is fine ... there are other people who can color

[Jaekel]

Hm, says I am not allowed to see the image. Anyway around that?

[tekuno]

Do you have a FurAffinity account? And have you set the filter level to permit "Adult" images?