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The muscles on his back rippled and my mind was flooded not only
with what was happening to me now, and what I had done 5
minutes ago to Dave, but I began to imagine what I'd look and feel
like in a few months as my belly continued to grow. 350 was no
longer a goal, it was a milestone to speed past as I grew my belly
for this muscle god. If this much belly got me to this point, what
would another hundred pounds do? Another 200?! My hands drifted
past my belly to touch Dave's head, still working hard on my
engorged cock. I could feel the power in his determination, like
touching a moving part on a heavy machine. Nothing I could do to
stop this…this growing belly…bigger every day…resting further out
on my lap…Dave's face smiling over it as I lay immobile, the only
thing I can see besides my own bloated flesh. . . I leaned over and
pulled his head in tighter as my strength all shunted to my cock. "Oh
shiiiiiiii. . . "
Dim light bloomed around the window shades, as I tried to figure
out where in the hell I was. I was laying on a big couch --kinda
comfy, really-- and a light blanket covered me from the chest down.
I heard a drawer close in a room down the hall. Oh yeah, Dave's
place. Holy shit my head hurts. Dave emerged from his bedroom
and came out into the living room wearing baggy sweat pants and
an old sweat shirt with the arms cut off. "Mornin', big guy," he
whispered cheerfully, forgetting that the only other person here was
me, and I was awake. "Thought you'd sleep till I got back. I'll be at
the gym for a couple of hours. It's only 5:00, you may as well sleep
"Not till I piss a gallon or two," I moaned, as the sound of my own
voice woke the hangover bats in my head. I lunged forward, trying
to sit up, but couldn't. I must have looked like a turtle, as I finally
twisted and flopped sideways off the couch, landing on my elbows
and knees on the floor. I stayed there a while to let things stop
spinning, and as I arched my back a bit to stretch the kinks out, I
felt my belly brush the carpet below. That's when I realized that I
was completely naked, totally rock hard, and that Dave was still
there watching me.
I looked up at him, well, I looked as far as my neck would bend, so
I really only looked at the boner starting to grow in his sweats.
"Hello," I said glibly. "I think I'm stuck."
Dave bent down and reached under my arms, and gently lifted me
to my feet. I rubbed my belly, still bloated from the night before,
and tried to think of something to say to the man standing at arms
length from my nakedness. "How damn many beers did I have last
night?" I moaned, half-faking it for the sympathy.
"Well," he grinned, "unless someone snuck in last night and stole it,
we polished off an entire case of Molson. Looks like it's all right
here. " He put his warm hands on my belly and rubbed it gently as
he admired its size and shape. "Hey, I better scoot. Get some
sleep and I'll make breakfast when I get back."
Dave left and I waddled to the bathroom holding my belly like a
child carrying a beach ball. I stood at the toilet and couldn't see my
cock. Shit, this isn't going to work. I'll piss all over the wall with this
morning wood. I turned around and tucked my cock as far down as
I could and slowly sat down, like a big bird on a nest. My cock
passed the toilet seat and poked under the rim of the bowl. My legs
were spread apart to give everything room, and as I came to rest I
felt the cold seat supporting my soft warm underbelly. My legs
were actually out at the sides of my enormous ball, and seeing this
did little to ease my boner. I began to piss, and felt my body
deflating a bit as the recycled beer streamed out. It only takes 11
beers to make a gallon, and although I don't remember how many I
had last night, I also don't remember pissing at all last night. I kept
going and going, letting the pressure off my swollen bladder. God, it
must be backed up into my kidneys! The stream slowed to a trickle
that took forever to stop. I flexed my cock to squirt the last bit, and
needed to do that about a dozen times to finally get it all.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. . . "
I waddled back to the couch and flopped back down, without
thinking of putting any underwear on. Not moving felt pretty good to
my pounding head. Just sleep. Man, this couch is comfy. Keys
rattling in the lock woke me again, and sunlight now streamed
around the window shades. The door opened and Dave walked in,
silhouetted by a blinding light. His body took up most of the
doorframe, and I even noticed that he subconsciously turned
sideways to fit his shoulders through. The door closed and Dave
gave a big sigh.
"Man that was a great workout," he chirped as he shed his soaked
shirt right there in front of me. "I figured I'd just wait and shower
here so you didn't have to wait so long for me to get back." His
whole body glistened with sweat and every muscle was pumped.
The slightest movements made muscles flex and dance. I watched
from the couch as he walked down the hall to his room and
disappeared. He soon came out again, completely naked, his soft
cock --bigger than mine when hard-- flopping just above his big
lowhangers. It only took two or three steps to get the swing into a
rhythm, and his monster unit slapped back and forth from one
pumped thigh to the other. You have no idea how graceful and
erotic a muscled body is to watch if you've never seen more than
just photos on a page. Dave's movements were as fluid as any
ballet dancer a third his size.
Just as he was about to disappear into the bathroom he met my
stare and grinned and winked. I have no idea where the energy
came from, but I pounced to my feet and stepped quietly to the hall,
listening just outside the bathroom door. I heard the curtain rings
glide back and the water start, then I heard the check valve sending
the water to the shower head. I waited to hear the curtain again. . .
"Hey! Oh, shit you're right here, hehe."
I jumped as Dave leaned out the bathroom door and grinned at me.
The phrase "hand in the cookie jar" suddenly came to mind. "Yeah
man I gotta piss again," I lied. "I think this will be gallon number two
this morning. "
"Hehe come on in. The more, the merrier. I was gonna tell ya to be
thinking about what you wanted for breakfast. We could go out or
stay in. I should have enough stuff to choose from, here."
Dave leaned back in and I accepted his invitation; at least maybe I'd
get another peek. Did Dave remember anything from last night?
Was it all my imagination? He stepped into the shower and drew
the curtain, but only enough to keep the water from splashing out. I
could clearly see the globes of his bubble butt and his wide back
muscles as he faced the water to wash his front. Water was
channeled from his neck and shoulders to the deep ridge of his
backbone by the grooves and striations of his thick back muscles.
The rivulets became a steady stream that rounded the small of his
back to dive down the crack of his ass. I was glad that I actually did
need to piss by now, so I felt justified in being in there.
I was switching back and forth quickly from watching my piss
stream to watching Dave to watching my piss stream. . . like driving
a car and trying to watch someone on the sidewalk. I turned to
finish up, squeezing out the last bit and shaking off any remaining
drops, and then took one last glance past the curtain. Dave had
turned around and was facing me, and as I noticed this I saw his
eyes quickly dart back up from my belly. Who was the peeping tom
He smiled sheepishly and blinked twice, then with a quick tilt of his
head invited me in. I could hear his mind saying "Oh, what the hell."
I stepped into the shower without a word, my eyes feasting on the
bounty before me. Dave's hands went straight for my belly and
mine went straight to his pecs, and as he explored my enormous
gut I relished the feeling of the muscles dancing just beneath the
"You wanna feel what it's like to be me?" Dave breathed. He turned
around and backed into me until my belly rested in the small of his
back. My hard cock lay in the crack of his ass, and he tightened up
to force my cock to point upwards. We fit together like a perfect
puzzle, and I was totally awed by the sheer size and width of his
shoulders and back. I drank in his musky smell, not yet removed by
the hot water. He reached back and took my hands, bringing them
up under his arms. I began to roam and explore, imagining what it
would be like to have pecs that huge.
Dave squirted some soap in the deep cleavage and I rubbed it
around, turning everything slick and lathery. My chin rested on his
shoulder so I could watch him flex his pecs under my hands. I could
have been standing at the edge of a cliff, admiring the breathtaking
vista before me. If I leaned into him at all, he did not budge a bit. I
worked my way down his abs, and gently whispered "well, this is
different" into his ear. His abs tightened up and shook with a quiet
chuckle. My hands drifted further south, finding his pole to be at full
attention. I grabbed the base of it as best I could with both hands
and wiggled it around while whispering "heyyyy batter batter
batter," and we both giggled. I stepped back and undid our erotic
lock, and ran my hands around the balls of his shoulders and down
his back to his ass.
He turned around with a smile and motioned me to turn too. "It's my
turn now," he grinned. It took some maneuvering to get us to fit
together that way, but we managed it. Dave slathered his cock with
soap and held my shoulders firmly. "Hold still," he whispered as he
gently pulled me back. I felt his soapy cockhead pushing its way
effortlessly along the bottom of my ass, parting my legs and
pushing through. With a quick thrust I felt his head plow into the
back of my ballsack, making me gasp. When I finally felt his muscle
belly connect with the small of my back, I reached down and
discovered that I had grown a short but hugely thick cock beneath
I rubbed the head a couple of times until I could feel the shaft
pulsating between my legs. Dave's hands reached around and
began rubbing my belly. I squirted soap on it and laid my head back
onto his pec-shelf. Dave's chin rested on my shoulder and I could
feel the stubble of his chin and cheek, the only rough thing about
this muscle god.
"Man this thing is so awesome!" he breathed. "You think it'll get any
bigger?" What did he have in mind? May as well test the waters.
"Well, ever since we've been hitting the buffets for lunch, I've been
adding about a pound a day."
His cock pulsed and swelled between my legs. "No fuckin' way!" His
voice trailed off as he continued to explore, and I hoped he was
doing the math in his head. "Man in a month. . . by Christmas. . . "
Yup, he was doing the math and his cock was going absolutely
wild. I gently tilted my pelvis and tightened my legs together and
began to slowly stroke his monster cock. Feeling it rub along the
underside of my cock and balls was bringing me very close.
Dave stood with his feet further apart, and I soon could feel his
heavy low-hanging balls bumping my thighs. "Yeah," I said,
matter-of-factly. "And it all seems to be going right here. " I patted
my belly gently and let him quietly continue.
After another minute of his sensual massage, he stopped and
whispered, "How big do you think it can get?"
"Not sure man," I breathed as I leaned back into him, letting him
take total control. "As big as you want."
"Really? Big as I want?" he panted, his chin stubble grinding into my
shoulder, his hot breath roaring in my ear, and with that, his pecs
and biceps bulged and flexed at once, tightening his hold around
me. His cock swelled between my legs and began to shoot huge
globs of cum onto the wall under the showerhead. Two thrusts of
his live animal between my legs sent me over the edge, and we
writhed together as we both blew our loads everywhere. We stood
there panting and without saying a word for some time, while he
held me in his tight embrace, the water from the shower cascading
down my bloated belly and over Dave's fingers, before it let go and
splashed into the tub below us.
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