Date: Thu, 30 Jul 2015 01:08:27 +0000 (UTC)
From: Benjamin Puddles <author.puddles@yahoo.com>
Subject: Miracle Grow Boys: Aiden and Jack 8

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Chapter 8

Aiden's sleep was dreamless. His body had nothing to dream with. The moment
he touched his bed, his exhaustion reached up and dragged him down into
slumber, and he didn't move for a long, long time.

He'd barely made it home without passing out from the exertion of his
previous evening in the showers with Cross. Every inch of him ached with
pain and pleasure; the pain from the multitude of strains his body was
forced to endure; the pleasure with the memory of what had inflicted those
strains. Cross's hands grabbing his body. Cross's mouth in a million
different places. Cross's bulging muscles, always bulging bigger, and that
mammoth trunk swinging between his legs—always bulging bigger.

In the early hours of morning, Aiden's mind began to process the
memories. Scenes glowed in his sleeping head. It seemed almost
comical—the bodies, their size, the proportions and the actions—had
it even really happened? Still sleeping, a hand flopped down between his
spread legs and caressed the bare flesh of his inner thigh. Aiden's body
sighed, the bed creaked, and his thumb found the pucker of his ass. Another
sigh and Aiden was dreaming of Jack's lips brushing across his thumb,
suckling the tip and then sucking it inside his mouth. It was wet and hot
and intoxicating. Another finger in. Aiden moaned, watching a third
vanished into Jack's circled lips.

In his sleep, Aiden heard the bed creak again, but it was a tiny sound
compared to the deafening drone of his own moans in his dream. More
pressing was the pressure between his ass cheeks, which was pulsing with
increasing demand until his eyes fluttered open.Immediately he felt that
his hand was numb and he retracted it from where it was wedged—between
his now-closed legs—and he felt himself shudder as
god-only-knows-how-many fingers were sucked from his ass. He flexed his
fingers until he could feel the slickness on them, and he realized it was
his own saliva.

Determinately, he wedged both hands under his pillow and drifted back to
sleep. Until, that is, another numbness woke him up. This time it wasn't
just his hand. This time it was his arms, both of them, and his thighs. In
his dreamy state he didn't know what to make of his fumbling paralysis, and
he jerked beneath his covers in overcompensation.The sound of cloth being
torn asunder broke through the morning quiet and left Aiden, stunned, with
blood rushing into his formerly constricted limbs. He'd dressed for bed
hastily, only noting that the t-shirt he'd fit over his shoulder was an
extra large, and that the boxers he's jammed his ass into weren't boxers;
they were old, stretchy gym shorts.

But now everything was rags beneath him. Groggily, he sat up and heaved his
legs over the side of the bed. Then he stood. Gradually his unfocused eyes
found their way to his mirror, and Aiden let out a low groan of horror.

**********

Brian and Jack hadn't bothered to put clothes back on after their long, hot
shower in the dark morning hours before. Now, as the sound of Jack's phone
woke them both, it was clear Brian was more than a little rueful of his
unabashed nudity.

While Jack slipped from his bed to find his phone in the piles of discarded
clothes and towels, Brian drew further beneath the covers. Normally he
wasn't ashamed of his body—there was little to be ashamed of when you
had Brian's body—but the context of his bare skin made him turn red. It
brought to memory all the things he'd moaned the night before. He couldn't
bare repeating them to himself now, but he didn't have to: the soreness in
his legs spoke for him, along with the ache in his abused ass. Even the
healthy glow of his skin felt accusatory, as though the way his body
greedily absorbed Jack's cum was a betrayal he'd failed to control.

He stretched, wondering who would be calling Jack so early. Slowly the
tension unwound from his muscles, melting from him as he kneaded his
various pains and aches, until he felt smoothed out from the nights
shenanigans. He was straight. No questions asked. Jack knew he was
straight. They'd just been playing around.

Then Jack reentered the room and Brian's wandering eyes settled on the long
cock protruding from Jack's still-naked pelvis. It had taken him ten
minutes to shake the shame he'd woken up with, but it only took one glance
to convert the shame into lust.

His ass began to beg him for a ride, and he had half a mind to ask, but
Jack's face was contorted with worry.

"Who was that on the phone?" Brian asked.

"Aiden," Jack mumbled distantly. "He's...in trouble. I'm so sorry, but I've
got to go help him out."

"I'll come too," Brian said.

Jack shook his head. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"I don't have my car here," Brian confessed. "I kinda thought I'd grab a
ride home from you."

Jack thought about this. Then his phone began to ring in his hand, and his
pained glance confirmed that it was Aiden calling. Again.

"Shit," Jack said. "Okay. Fine."

They dressed without speaking, and Jack let Aiden borrow a toothbrush. Then
they left for Aiden's house, which was only a few miles away.

But Jack didn't drive to Aiden's. He drove right past Aiden's house,
circled to the other side of the block, and parked on the street.

"We've got to be quiet," said Jack. "We're gonna use the backdoor so
Aiden's parents don't see us."

"Why?" Brian asked. "What's going on?"

"Dunno," breathed Jack. "Aiden just said he was...a mess."

Right now Jack was wishing he could tell Brian what was going on, but he
honestly didn't know. He only had the text from Adien from last night,
which alluded to some event between Cross and Aiden. And he didn't know if
he could trust Brian yet. They'd had some wild sex only hours before but,
at the end of it, how much had they really talked? Brian had revealed his
affiliation with Cross, or rather Cross's cock, and it was enough to make
Jack a little skeptical.

But maybe Brian would be useful. That's why Jack had agreed to bring the
Latino stud along.

They left the car unlocked and jogged between two houses, then hopped a
fence into Aiden's backyard. Jack sent off a quick text message and a
shadow in the upstairs window shifted. After a few minutes of stillness,
the backdoor opened and they jogged to it.

"Aiden?" Jack whispered.

"I'm coming," came Aiden's deep voice. He sounded frazzled and sort of
loopy. There was a soft thud, a swear, and then Aiden said, "I'm just a
little...caught."

Brian watched with curiosity as a massive bundle of green and yellow sheets
began to push through the ajar door. It was Aiden, but he was heavily
swathed in a comforter, and only a wedge of his face was visible.

"Ready," he said.

Brian and Jack exchanged a look. Brian wanted to laugh, but the edge in
Jack's eyes stopped him. Together, they grabbed corners of Aiden's
makeshift cacoon and dragged him through the bushes, over the fence, back
between the houses, and into Jack's car.

With the comforter wrapped around him, Aiden barely fit in the small
vehicle. Brian had to push his seat all the way up to the dashboard so that
Aiden could even enter the car, and even then it was a struggle. Through
the rearview mirror, it looked like a circus tent had crammed itself into
the backseat, with Aiden's cloudy eyes at the center.

As they drove away, Brian ventured a question.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Don't worry about it," said Jack.

"I'm..." began Aiden. "I'm sick."

Brian thought about the bug that was spreading around the soccer team. Why
would Aiden be sneaking out if he had a fever? This was exactly why coach
had called off last week's practices.

A few minutes later they were back at Jack's house, where they transporated
Aiden through the kitchen door with lots of pushing and pulling. Aiden, no
matter how many times Brian begged, would not drop his comforter.

"I'll die," he said dramatically. "I'm not well, man. Seriously."

Brian could hear by Aiden's voice that it was true. Aiden's voice was
deeper, a growl, and it shook with the shivers that raced through his body.

"Basement," Jack said decisively, and he led away. "You stay up here," he
said to Brian, and before Brian could follow the door had been shut in his
face.

******

Jack's basement was finished like a rec room, with a few low couches around
the perimeter and a pool table that was barely used and had been pushed off
to the side. Aiden knew the space well, having fucked Jack more than a few
times up against the pool table, but he bumbled down the stairs like a
disoriented beast. He hit the bottom step too hard, tripped over a fold in
his comforter, and before Jack could even ask what was going on Aiden was
splayed out on his stomach, the sheet unraveled beneath him.

Jack let out a whistle, then glanced to make sure the basement door was
shut. It was.

Aiden looked over his shoulder at Jack from the small crater of sheets. The
only thing recognizable were his kind, guilty eyes.

"Aiden..." Jack's tone was a question.

Aiden turned over. Jack's gaze fell like a pinball down the hard lines of
the other jock's body, bouncing back and forth along his abdominals until
they finally met their end, at Aiden's pelvis.

"I can explain," said Aiden.

********

It seemed like it took Jack forever to surface from the basement, and when
he did he didn't even pause to tell Brian what was going on. Jack just
brushed upstairs to "make a call," and Brian was left on his own
downstairs. It didn't take him long to figure out what was going on, and
soon he was at the basement door listening.

"Hello?" he called softly.

No answer from Aiden below. No answer from Jack above. Brian's hand curled
around the knob and opened the door just enough to slip through. The stairs
were dark and Brian didn't know where the lights were, so he clutched the
railing and descended.

"Aiden?" he questioned. "I know what you did." He took a few more
steps. Somewhere in the basement he could hear Aiden moving. He could smell
his sweat and deodorant. "It's nothing to be ashamed of," Brian reassured
him. "I've been hung over before too. If you need help, man, just ask. You
just gotta drink a lot of water, and eat something..."

Brian's hands found the lights and with a snap the room was illuminated.

At first Brian didn't see the other boy, his eyes not registering the mass
of muscled flesh as another person until they finally adjust to the
brightness. And then, when he realized he was looking at a real person, he
couldn't bring himself to reconcile the person as the boy he'd known as
Aiden. Everything was different. His arms, his legs, his chest, his
shoulders, his back; everything was a mass of taught chords of muscle,
winding through Aiden's limbs in such definition that he looked like an
anatomical diagram. He was so bulky it seemed ludicrous that he could even
move, even the smallest motion causing one bulge to grind with another,
displaying the firm tension of his rounded ass, dimpled back, curved
triceps and heavy chest. Even the bones of his face had magnified in their
masculinity, not to mention the smattering of stubble across his jaw.

"Oh. My. God." Brian scoffed. "I thought you were hung over. This whole
time I thought you were just..." his mouth caught on the word, sagging open
at the sight of Aiden's manhood laid out on the floor. He hadn't noticed it
upon first review, because his mind had been unable to register such a
large piece of flesh as a cock. It looked more like an arm, or Aiden's
thigh beneath some folds. Or really anything other than what it was.

"Just..." Brian's mind lagged.

"Just what?" Aiden's voice growled.

"Hung..." Brian was unable to finish the sentence, a flurry of desires
overtaking his ability to speak. He felt his jaw clench and unclench. He
denied the urge, but he felt his ass clench too.

"What happened?" Brian stammered. "Is that...is that really you, man?"

Aiden nodded hesitantly.

"Your dick..." Brian's eyes kept bouncing downwards.

Aiden finished the sentence. "It hurts."

"It hurts?"

"Yeah," Aiden said bashfully. "It's sore. So are my balls. Like your
muscles get when you work out hard."

Brian swallowed. "Your balls?"

Aiden nodded as he dug two large hands into the sheet. It took some
rearranging, but eventually he pulled forth his balls.

"Fuck," he groaned, event he slightest pressure sending sparks over his
skin. Each nut filled a palm, and each palm could pick up a
volleyball. Aiden's head rolled back as he tugged at the firm, fuzzy flesh,
and without realizing it he began to get hard.

Brian let out a whistle, then glanced to make sure the basement door was
shut. It was. He turned back to Aiden and felt a weakness in his
knees. Unable to think of any alternative, he sat back on his haunches and
watched the mammoth boy bring himself to full mast.

Aiden was obviously pained, and Brian wanted to help, but the mix of
bizarreness and sexuality caught his tongue and held it. Aiden, however,
had shucked his shyness. Cracking one eyes open, Aiden looked at Brian's
tenting shorts and said, "You still want to help?"

Brian crawled through the dunes of comforter. Aiden seemed even bigger up
close, all encompassing. And his dick! Brian had no way of knowing, but he
had to estimate Aiden's manhood to be over a foot, and hardly hard. It was
still plump and fleshy, a semi-boner, and it was as thick as Brian's
calf. Veins as big as power cords coursed beneath the thin skin and—was
it Brian's imagination?—he thought he could hear them pulsing.

Brian scooted closer, sucking in the manly sent of Aiden's sweat, and
slowly wrapped his hands around the shaft. Immediately Aiden's face
scrunched up and his body went rigid.

"Ah!" he groaned. "Be careful, dude. I told you, I'm fucking sore."

"Sorry," Brian whispered. All he wanted to do was squeeze the stiffening
flesh of the most incredible cock he'd ever seen, but he forced his grip to
lighten and instead matched his hands to the slowly kneading of Aiden's own
hands. In minutes Aiden was hard, the slit of his cocktip facing Brian down
like a challenge. All in all, the mushroom tip was the size of Brian's two
hands laced finger over finger.

Brian's head filled with the sweet, salty aroma of Aiden's precum, and a
moment later he wasn't just inhaling it. He was lapping at it, his face
buried deep in the spongy, turgid tip while he tongued Aiden's piss slit.

There would be no complaining from Aiden, who sat back and groaned
appreciatively, relief finding him for the first time in the form of
Brian's talented mouth quickly glazing over his growing cock.

Effortful groans issued from Brian as he tried to get every drop dribbling
up from the tip, but it was hard from this angle, like catching gulps of
water at a water fountain. The substance was thicker, slippery, and
splashed across his jaw in time with Aiden's increasingly loud moans.

"Lemme help," Aiden said, shifting up onto his knees, then tilting his huge
cock down. It was still fleshy, not fully hard, and the heaviness of the
huge tip pulled it down so that Brian could fit his mouth onto the head
snuggly.

Then gulp, gulp, gulp, Brian used his tongue to massage spurt after spurt
out of Aiden's manhood, while Aiden's hands massaged Brian's shoulders, his
back, his firm, wiggling ass. Brian, meanwhile, was free to continue
shoving as much of Aiden's swollen member into his straining, eager mouth,
uninhibited, until he felt a pressure against his prostate.

"What is that man?" Brian panted as he felt his hole spread open.

"Two fingers," Aiden said gruffly.

"Fuck, you're kidding."

Aiden's wry laugh was muffled by a moan. Then he said. "Maybe three. Jack
must've really opened you up."

"Sorry," Brian groaned. He was straight. His ass should have been tight as
a drum.

"No, it's hot. I'm loving your eager hole right now, man. Seems like it
wants more..."

Brian never knew Aiden to talk like this. Cross, maybe, but not Aiden. This
dirtiness was new, and Brian loved it. He dragged his hands over the veiny
shaft of Aiden's cock, willing him to full mast, and continue to fill his
belly with the steady flow of magic precum. He wasn't conscious of it, but
he could feel it; feel the precum absorbing into his body and bathing his
cells, washing them in their elastic serum and pumping his muscles with
sex-crazed adrenaline. His whole body tingled. His skin, his hands, his
cock, and especially his ass, which squeezed and quivered in a futile grab
at Brian's attention, which was focused on the Aiden's cock as it grew
heavy upon his tongue and strained his jaws.

Brian and Aiden were so focused on their slowly warping exchange that
neither noticed Jack enter, though it had been minutes with Jack perched on
the last step, his shorts long ago pushed down to expose his own cock as he
fondled his balls. He had come to tell Aiden that he'd had no luck getting
in touch with the lady who'd sold him the original pills, and that he'd
only received a weird automated message which he'd written down, but the
slip of paper had drifted from his hands the moment he'd stepped into the
basement and inhaled the heady aroma of precum and sex.

Jack analyzed the situation. Aiden was being driven mad by his goliath
growth; it was clear that this much of Cross's hyper-cum was taking a toll
on Aiden's body and mind. And even split between Aiden and Jack, this
amount of growth would be dangerous. Maybe even lethal! But, with Brian
here...

Brian had come to this house to ride a huge cock. Jack grinned, eyeing down
Brian's ass from the stairs. From this angle, Jack had a perfect view of
Brian's mesh shorts pushed down his thighs, and of Aiden's finger—each
as thick as a sausage, slowly shoving into the stud's hungry hole.

Jack had an idea...

Brian did not hear Jack, but he felt him. He felt the familiar tongue of
the other jock lap along the lower cleft of his prone ass as Jack prepared
to enter him.

"Good, you're not fully hard yet," said Jack, and Brian took a moment to
turn over his shoulder. Jack was fussing around back there, but Brian
couldn't see what he was up to. All Brian felt was a hand on his cock,
pulling, yanking, pulling again.

"You're loosened up enough, I think," said Jack. "And between last night
and right now, you've grown at least five inches."

This, to Brian, was normal. He'd been fucked by Cross so many times he
already knew the effects of the super juice cum on his own body. His cock
would grow, plump and fattened, usually hanging pendulous and slapping
against his abs as Cross fucked him. But the edge in Jack's voice implied
something else.

Brian felt a cock head graze his puckered ass. He could feel that his ass
was nice and loosened by Aiden's fingering, because his hole suctioned
right away to the fat tip of Jack's cock as it lined up. Then it was
pushing in, firm yet soft, and Brian moaned.

And then Jack stood up, one hand lazily jacking himself off, yet the
pressure of a cock in Brian's ass never abated.

 Then Brian realized what Jack had done: Jack had pulled Brian's own soft
cock back and, with the added length, stuffed the tip into Brian's waiting
hole. Brian was fucking himself.

Just the thought of it was so hot that Brian moaned, casting a swell of
pleasure from his spread balls into the tube of his dick, burrowing his own
cock further into his ass as it grew. And, as it grew, it grew inside him,
inching deeper and widening out his ass.

"Time to feed this little cum slut until he's nice and gaping for you,"
said Jack as he knelt besides Aiden. Side by side they were drastically
different sizes, with Aiden's massive build towering over Jack's narrow
frame, and Aiden's goliath cock made Jack's own mammoth dick look
nearly...normal. As though every boy harbored a foot long erection above
balls the size of lemons.

"Open wide," smiled Jack, and Brian's mouth was being guided onto Jack's
cock, where it stayed for what felt like hours before Aiden's huge paws
clapped onto Brian's neck and brought and claimed the Latin stud's panting
tongue.

All the while Brian chugged as much of the precum as he could fit in his
swelling cheeks, swallowing what he could and letting the rest gush past
his reddened lips and spill across the light stubble of his chin. The
sheets Aiden had arrived in absorbed as much of the ooze as possible before
Brian found the heels of his hands and his knees slipping in small, sodden
puddles.

And Brian's body changed. His arms seemed to inflate with new muscle
volume. The lines between his deltoids and his triceps and his biceps
carved themselves deeper. His back dimpled with straining cords of muscle
while legs were forced to spread wider, the mass of his own thighs pressing
against his balls.

And his ass, always bubbled, now jiggled with each and every moan that
thrummed through his chest. The stretch he felt in his hole was incredible,
like nothing he'd ever knew he could accommodate, and finally his curiosity
shined through his lust. Tentatively, he let a hang travel over his hips,
his ass cheek, his crack, and to the red-hot strain of his hole. He felt
the taught muscle of his sphincter quivering as his own cock continued to
fuck him, and after a moment's hesitation he guided his wandering hand down
and over his cock.

Without looking Brian couldn't know for sure, but the thing that was
pushing into his ass felt—he noted with lustful pride—to be the size
of a hefty eggplant. The erotic nature of it raged through him, sparking in
his balls and rocketing down the curved flesh of his cock, and with a groan
he felt his cock begin to try to right itself. He felt the ache in the
curved flesh but he didn't want to give in, didn't want the emptiness that
he knew would follow, but there was no denying the full mast of his need,
and with a shout he felt his dick pry itself from his ass, drag through the
sodden sheets, and slap against his cum-filled belly.

"Atta boy," whispered Jack, who was obviously running this show. Panting,
Brian waited for the next move, but Jack was already shifting. In a daze,
Brian felt Aiden lumber around to face his exposed ass. Jack, meanwhile,
slid beneath him. Shaking, Brian let himself collapse into the embrace of
the other boy, and for the first time felt just how powerful his body had
become. It scared him, this new weightiness, this new scale, but as his
panting mouth pressed into Jack's, Brian felt a measure of comfort return
to him. Jack was in control.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Jack crooned.

Brian whimpered, nodding, searching for Jack's mouth. He could feel Aiden's
slick fingers swiping along the edges of his wrecked hole.

"You don't like to feel empty, right?"

Brian nodded again. What were they doing to do? He was too hard to get his
dick back into his ass, and by the feel of the massive log between his
stomach and Jack's torso, there wasn't a chance he'd fit into his shorts.

"You love getting your hole stretched open wide, but are you loose enough
now?"

Brian paused. "For what?" he asked. Jack's cock was small compared to his
own right now, and Aiden's was unrealistic, nearly twice his own
girth. There was no way...

Jack moved quickly, scooting down so that he faced Brian's swollen member,
and without anymore hints Jack began to tongue Brian's flared piss
slit. Brian collapsed forward into the mess of sheets, moaning, and his ass
pushed higher. But Jack was multi-tasking; the jock's hand quickly
scampered up Brian's spread legs and, after collecting ample precum from
Brian's slick ass, Jack shoved the fingers of both hands deep into Brian's
waiting hole.

Brian cried out into the sheets, but not in pain. The returned strain from
Jack's knowing hands was more than welcomed. And besides, the stretch of
his own cock, combined with the precum of both boys, had imbued his hole
with a startling elasticity.

And then he realized Jack's plan. Or rather felt it.

With his mouth pressed to Brian's cock, Jack used his hands to latch onto
the rim of Brian's hole and gently pry him wider, so that his gaping ass
yawned up at Aiden, who had waited patiently for the maneuver to take
effect. Now that the stage was set, Aiden didn't care what the outcome
was. He'd lost the harsh edge of his lust by feeding Brian his precum, but
his balls roiled with aggression, and finally, just maybe, Brian was ready.

Aiden swabbed his cock head over Brian's ass and then slowly pushed into
the gate made by Jack's fingers. Brian squirmed, as though Aiden's dick was
a rod of electricity, but at the base of Brian's shouts were deep,
teeth-gritting moans of adoration. He wanted this. Both boys could feel it,
because even without Jack's massaging, Brian's hole was gradually
stretching to accommodate Aiden's fantastical cock.

This was no small feat. Aiden's cock bordered somewhere beyond the girth of
a two liter soda bottle, and the head alone was the size of two fists.

Yet with Jack's coaxing (which wasn't so much coaxing as it was insistent
stretching), the lips of Brian's ass slowly began to enfold Aiden's velvety
cock head, and with the tight suction came spurts of Aiden's precum, and
with spurts of precum came a further loosening of Brian's muscles, and step
by step, centimeter by centimeter, Brian felt his bowels re-arranging
themselves as the most gigantic cock he had ever imagined burrowed deeper
and deeper into his ruined ass.

Aiden paused his assault, and Brian gasped at the sheer fullness in his
stomach. "Are you in yet?" he panted

There was a further pause from Aiden before the boy growled. "About a
third."

Brian nearly blacked out; in part from the exertion, but mostly due to
anticipation. And, sure enough, for the next ten minutes he felt the
infinite slide of Aiden's veiny, throbbing monster cock stretch his hole
even further, crowding out Jack's fingers and turning his ass into what he
always wanted it to be; a cunt for a true man's taking. Then he felt the
wiry cushion of Aiden's pubes. He felt Aiden's hefty balls bouncing against
his own. He felt, he was nearly certain, the throbbing tip of Aiden's cock
in his rips, near his heart, which hammered in ecstasy.

"You good?" Aiden asked.

Brian staved off a groan as Jack continue to suck his cock, draining it of
it's pre-load. And now Jack's hands, never absent, were fondling Brian's
aching balls.

"I'm great," Brian groaned, shoving back a tad into Aiden's cock.

That was all Aiden needed. Or rather it was the last he could take. Brian's
ass was a vision of beauty, a demented vessel around Aiden's beastly
dick. To Aiden, the site of the wrecked hole sliding along his dick as he
pulled out was captivating. Addicting. Or how the thin skin glided over the
bulge of Aiden's cock head before he pulled out. Or how Brian's ass
couldn't quite manage to close, an instant souvenir to the cock he was
being fucked by as Aiden shoved back in. Again, and again, and again.

"You like that, you slutty jock? You like getting your hole wrecked by my
massive cock? You were tight at first, but now your wide open, and your
hole is mine. I'm gonna fill you up. I'm gonna ruin this hole."

Brain bucked and barked, held steady by both boys as he was fed precum in
one hole and sucked dry from another. Somewhere in the abstract pleasure he
heard Aiden's manly, monstrous groans, and the words, "I'm gonna cum!" But
there was little Brian could do to prepare. He was a sleeve for Aiden's
cock right now. A worn out, slutty, human flesh-light.

Steam rose from the soaked sheets. The basement fogged with the rapid
fucking as Aiden pulled out and shoved back in. He had to use to hands to
prop up his cock, but soon he could pull out no longer, and the pleasure
overtook him.

And when Aiden came, Brian tasted the salty load in the back of his
throat. Aiden's climax blew into him with an audible burst, coursing
through his muscular body, down into his balls, and then out of his own
cock, where Jack's mouth waited, wide and gaping and ready to
swallow. Ready to feed.

When the steam cleared, three massive boys lounged in a pile of damp
sheets. All three were drenched in sweat and panting as though they'd just
ran a marathon, but surprisingly one sat up. It was Brian.

He examined his new form, a further morph from his evening and then morning
of getting fucked, and he poked at his own cock, a fleshy shaft that leaked
against his knee. While the other boys recovered, he curiously pressed the
cock between his legs, back to his hole, and felt a pang of sadness when
his tip came up against the puckered circle of his ass as it had
been. Tight.

But then his ass gave away and his cock slid in, throbbing blissfully as it
began to widen, and Brian sighed a sigh of relief. But then suddenly the
stretch of his hole tripled, shooting pleasure into his limbs, and he
craned to see what was happening.

He saw his cock feeding into his hole and, along side it, Jack's
wrist. Slowly Jack moved his hand up and down in Brian's ass, jacking Brian
off, and Brian felt his head role back from the oddity of what was
happening.

Minutes later, a further pressure between his legs told him Aiden was awake
again, and Brian willed his ass just a little wider.

*****

The steam in the basement thickened as the bodies of the three boys
continued to give off heat. Somewhere, on a the stairs, a small piece of
paper with inky writing scrawled on it grew damp. It was the note Jack had
written himself — the note to remember what the red lady's voicemail
said.

The note grew damp, and the writing began to moisten.



END

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