The Journal by Braun1

Part 18

Day 3 continued.

Just watching Jake walk off into the sunset was like some scene from a
movie. This man was magnificent and still he wanted me. I was still
having trouble with my internal vision of myself as it had not adjusted
to my new size. This night would change that forever. I stood there
watching him for a moment just taking in the scene. A peaceful crimson
sun sinking beyond the lake causing the rippling waves to appear as
though they were capped with fire. The smell of the water, the trees,
the forest in the spring and the most sexual man I had ever known
walking away down the beach, the sunset causing his golden hair to
appear on fire, his magnificent form a silhouette of power. From his
amazingly wide basketball capped shoulders and thick traps, my eyes
traced a line down the center of his thick back, to his relatively small
waist, to the curves of his round, hard and flexing ass, down the
hamstrings which were almost being over shadowed by the thick quads
upfront flexing as he walked, to his perfect jutting calves and huge
feet. I was mesmerized.  I was in love.

He finally turned around and said, "Geoff, you coming?" I just smiled
and hurried a bit to catch up. When I reached him, I was so over come
with the moment that I just gathered him into my arms and kissed him as
if there were no tomorrow. It was long and deep and he was soon sucking
my tongue deep into his mouth. Our bodies were pressed so tightly
together I could feel our hearts racing.  When we finally pulled our
lips apart. He looked into my eyes and said, "I love you too, big guy."
We walked a bit further down the beach, just until the din of the party
was lost to the lap of the waves of the lake. Jake laid out the blanket
and said, "How about a swim, it will be cold, but I could stand it if
you can?" I just took his hand and walked toward the water. It was cold,
this lake was obviously fed by some mountain streams. I would wager that
it was never really warm, but once we were in up to our shoulders, it
lost it's initial impact.  Jake had moved in front of me and in a flash
had his massive legs wrapped around my waist and started to rub and
squeeze my pecs. "Damn, baby if you get any hairier, I'm going to have
to get out a pair of shears and trim this down a little." He was just
playing, I could see the fire in his eyes. His hands were like magic, my
nipples were already hard from the cold water, but his hands and mouth
soon had them blazing. His thighs were hot against my sides as he
squeezed them tighter. I couldn't believe it when I felt my cock begin
to stir. How could you get hard in this icy water, but I did. The more
his hands and mouth played over my body, the hotter I got until I felt
my swollen rod brush against his back. His own giant cock was pressing
up between my pecs now and I pulled him tightly against me, trapping his
monster between us. He moaned as I started to nuzzle his ear and kissed
his neck. I wanted him right now. But just at that moment, I lost my
footing on a slick rock and we both went crashing under the water.  We
both came up spitting water and laughing. We had become disconnected in
our dunking and I went back to pull him against me again, "let's take
this back to the beach, maybe the water is just a tad cold for playing."
He just nodded and I reached down and picked him up into my arms and
carried him back to the blanket. We were dripping wet, but the air was
warm and we didn't care about a little water. 

I laid him down on the blanket and immediately took his deflating cock
in my mouth. It was wet with the lake water and for a moment I could
feel the coldness, but it was quickly hard as a hot steel rod and
throbbing for release.  I licked the head like an ice cream cone, but if
anything it was swelling, not melting.  I could feel him trying to get
at my own cock, but I wanted him to cum. I wanted it and soon had him
half way down my throat. He was muttering something between moans about
getting my dick over where he could reach it, but I wasn't having any of
that, not yet. I held him down and thrust a couple of fingers up his
tight ass. He was hot as molten lava inside and upon feeling that, my
own cock switched from ignored flaccidness to iron bar hard in a
second.  He was writhing on my fingers and his cock had started drooling
precum down my throat. I used that to push even further.  God, it felt
like his cock was somewhere around my sternum, but there was at least
another foot to go. I added another finger and reached his prostate and
really started to work it, with my other hand I gently played with his
giant balls. Gentle playing soon turned to squeezing and pulling and he
was soon thrusting for all he was worth, deeper and deeper inside of me.
I could feel he was getting close and re doubled my efforts. He was
really starting to sweat and groan loudly.  I pressed harder with my
hand and forced it into his ass and he screamed and erupted at the same
time. What felt like gallons of cum rushed down my throat and I pulled
off slightly tasting his essence. I pulled completely off of him and
used the last few shots to lube his swollen shaft and removed my hand
from his ass and scooped up some of his juice to lube my own hole.  His
giant cock was still twitching with the last of his orgasm when lowered
my ass over his flexing rod and impaled myself until I was sitting on
his crotch. His eyes looked up at me, beautiful but glazed.  I gave his
cock a few squeezes with my ass and started to really work it. He was
grunting with every thrust and at first I thought he was going to blow
again quickly.  My own prick was waving in the air above his chest,
slapping it with each downward thrust.  The second he reached for it, I
started to melt, I knew I couldn't last long once his huge paws closed
around it and he started to pull and stroke it. Then he reached up with
his mouth and started to lick the dripping slit and I knew I was nearly
finished. His tongue was magic over all the head and underside of the
shaft.  I could feel him thrusting inside of me, meeting my every
downward plunge with a slam up of his own.  He soon clamped his mouth
over the head of my cock and it was all I could take, his hands left my
shaft and moved to my pecs. The burning in my balls returned and I was
soon unloading down his throat. I yelled and threw my head back as what
felt like my whole being traveled down my shaft and entered his hungry
mouth. 

Almost immediately I could feel him growing beneath me. His swelling
pushed my legs further apart as his chest and lats expanded. His mouth
was still sucking down my load and I watched as his already deep
shoulder striations cut even deeper, his arms found new power and I
could feel his hands grow on my pecs.  His thighs swelled beneath me and
his enormous alabaster pole was thrusting deeper with each wave. As my
flood of cum turned to a trickle, I watched as he removed my cock from
his mouth and his face twisted in ecstasy as he reach up and grabbed me
by my shoulders and pulled me to him. Our massive bodies were so hot
with passion that the air around us seemed to warm. He pulled me into a
tight everlasting kiss and rolled us over on to my back and he ground
his cock into my guts, thrusting cum deep inside of me.

He collapsed on top of me and we laid there for several minutes just
panting and trying to catch our breath. He was the first to be able to
speak even so it was between breaths. "Geoff, oh god, Geoff, that was
unbelievable. I don't ever want this to end." And he rested his head on
my shoulder and kissed my face. I turned my face toward his, "You don't
ever have to worry about that, Jake." We kissed gently and drifted off
to sleep, still with him deep inside of me and I don't think I was ever
more content in my life.

A few hours later I was awakened by a nudge on my shoulder and a
whispered, "Geoff, wake up, come on, wake up." As I pried my eyes open,
I could see the outline of a head, but couldn't make out who it was.
Jake was still soundly sleeping on top of me and his soft snoring could
easily have lulled my right back to sleep. He was still buried deep
inside of me and I was about to drift off again when the strong grasp
once again shook my shoulder, "Geoff, please, you've got to wake up,
there's something wrong with Max." It was still a whisper, but I now
recognized it as Steve's voice. "Steve, is that you? What's going on?" 
Jake groaned on top of me and turned his head toward Steve, still very
groggy, "hey Steve, wa'sup? This had better be good. I've never slept so
well in my life." Jake eased himself up, pulling himself away from me,
it felt so cold, I just wanted to pull him back. As he pulled away he
extracted his semi hard cock from my well stretched ass and said, "wow,
you gotta love this." His huge cock was glistening in the moonlight,
bigger than ever. He helped me to my feet and even, still in the grip of
sleep, I noticed he was now just as big as I was, maybe even bigger in
some respects, but it would take the light of day for me to truly see
what he had become. Steve was all business, "Guys, come on." and he
turned and walked away. Jake and I looked at each other and followed.
When we caught up to Steve it was evident that he wasn't stopping by the
tents and made his way to the trail back to the house.  Once we had
caught up, he started telling us that he had not been able to sleep
because he was feeling guilty about Max. I mean, we had just sort of
left him back at the house to fend for himself. I felt a stab of guilt
myself. Steve went on to tell us that he had gone back to the house to
check on Max and make sure he was Ok and what he had found had scared
him right down to his toes. So he came back to get me to see what I
could do.  He wouldn't tell us what was wrong with Max, just kept saying
that we'd have to see it to believe it. As we got closer to the house
and the trees cleared I could see just how upset Steve was. There were
obvious tear stains on his face and he was quietly sobbing. I grabbed
him by the shoulders as we walked into the pool area. He looked at me
through very wet eyes and told us, "I know he can be a jerk, but I never
wanted to hurt him. All he ever wanted was to be big, it was his whole
life, and now look what I've done." He wasn't being rational, but I knew
then that Max was more than just a fuckbuddie to Steve, and I also knew
that I had to do something. I looked at Jake, man he was huge, and he
said, "Where is Max, is he still up in one of the guest rooms?" Steve
just nodded and we made our way into the house.

When we reached the bedroom door, Steve turned to us and said, "Brace
yourselves, it's not a pretty sight." When he opened the door, I could
see that the bedroom was completely trashed. Furniture was split and
broken everywhere and there was a smell of a rankness, almost rot that
rushed out to meet us.  There on the floor was Max. Mighty Max, almost
1000 pounds this afternoon and now not even a shell of his former self. 
He looked tiny almost prepubescent, curled up in a fetal position and
covered in dirt and splinters and who knows what else. It looked as
though his body had purged itself. The was urine and vomit on the floor
and he looked to not be breathing evenly.  Steve, kneeled next to him,
"You've just got to do something, he'll die if you don't, I can't even
wake him up. Please." He was sobbing again. I was stunned. Shocked at
both the destruction he had accomplished and how tiny he had become.
Jake took control, as usual, and picked Max up off the floor, "Let's get
him out of this mess, we'll worry about it later, and get him into
another room. First, let's get him cleaned up." And he carried Max into
one of the bathrooms, and I started the shower. We cleaned him up and
dried him off and the whole time he didn't so much as utter a sound
except for his ragged breathing. As we washed him I could see just how
small he had become. He indeed looked like a boy who had not started
puberty, even if he was a bit larger than that, he was only about 130lbs
at about 5'8" and had lost all of his muscularity. He didn't even have
any body hair, he looked almost feminine. Jake carried him to one of the
other bedrooms and laid him gently on the bed. "Ok, now what could
explain this? How could it happen? And what are we going to do?" I
hadn't any ideas. Steve sat down on the bed and cradled Max's body in
his arms, holding him as one would a sick child. Then he started telling
us what he believed to have happened.  

Max had not wanted to come when Steve had originally called him from the
house, he evidently didn't like Steve taking any initiative in the
'relationship',  until he explained that he had met some guys that could
help him get really big.  Max had assumed that this meant it was going
to be a killer workout at some private gym and had upped his regular
dose of 'roids to push it should these guys Steve had met really be
maxing a pump session. This was evidently why his transformation scene
at the pool was so painful and why he ballooned so thick and large, but
had not lasted long afterwards, passing out seemingly from the intense
fucking Steve had giving him. His new body was rejecting the old 'roid
filled body and had purged itself all over Jake's guest room after the
rest of us had gone to the lake. Steve was again sobbing and asking me
to do something and I really didn't know if trying to grow Max again
would cure him or kill him. Anyway, how could we accomplish it with Max
in the state he was in, without hurting him.  I told Steve this and he
just kept on sobbing, "Don't you understand, we can't leave him like
this, he'd rather be dead than so small, and...and" he looked up at me
with those tear stained green puppydog eyes, "and don't you see, I love
him." And Steve broke down completely then, sobbing onto Max's
shoulder.  Max stirred then, and lifted his hand to the back of Steve's
head, "It's Ok, Stevie, don't worry, I'll be Ok." He passed out again
immediately and never even opened his eyes. Steve looked up at me again
and just said, "Please." And I knew what we had to do, "Jake, go back up
to the lake and get Rob. If he's asleep, carry him back but do it.
Steve, you stay here with Max, I'm going to see if we still have some of
the supplements, we're going to try, but I want him conscious before we
start."

Steve stopped sobbing then and I wiped his face with a pillowcase, "I
don't know what we can do, but we'll give it the best try we can buddy.
I can't stand to see you cry." Jake went out the door without another
word. I knew he'd do just what I asked. Steve was still looking a little
shaky, even if he did look damned sexy laying there holding Max. "You
going to be Ok 'til I get back big guy?" "Yeah, Geoff, I'll be Ok, and
thanks. I don't know what I'd do without you." "Well, buddy, you
wouldn't even be in this mess without me." And I turned and left to look
for the supplements.  As I walked down the hall I heard him talking to
Max, trying to rouse the tiny man in his arms. 

I looked everywhere in the house before I thought to check the truck. 
It was dark in the garage and I had no idea where the light switch was,
so I just kind of felt my way around in the dark. At one point I just
felt frustrated and didn't think and slammed my hands down on the car
next to me and my hands sank into the sheet metal as if it were butter.
Damn, another thing I had destroyed of Jake's. I'd have to be more
careful. I finally found the truck and when I reached into the bed I
found two boxes, no telling what they were, but they seemed like the
right size. So I carried them into the house. Only one was supplements
the other was an entire case of jock straps. I threw them down and the
box burst open and they scattered all over the floor. Each in it's own
little plastic package. All size XXL, and I couldn't repress a laugh.
Even they wouldn't be big enough for us anymore. Then I thought of the
poor little guy in the bed upstairs and quickly lost my mood. I may not
have been the cause of his struggle, but I was certainly the catalyst
and I had to make it right somehow.  I returned to the bedroom and Steve
looked up at me and I knelt by the bed and ripped open the box of
supplements. Luckily it was the premixed type so we didn't have to worry
about finding something to mix them in. I shook up the first bottle and
started to feed it to Max. Steve held his mouth open and he choked a
little at first, but then drank in little swallows. He had barely half a
bottle in him when he started to show some signs of life. He groaned and
started trying to murmur something, but Steve hushed him and told him
just to relax and drink some more. Which he did until Jake arrived. 

He walked in with a very sleepy looking Rob and Brad in tow. He had
evidently filled them in, but they were still shocked by the little man
laying in the bed with Steve. "Good, Brad, I'm glad you're here, we may
need your help.  It's going to be hard enough to get excited under the
circumstances, but we've got to try." I then explained my plan to all
gathered.  If it worked, Max would be back to his own arrogant self by
dawn, if it didn't we'd have to get him to a hospital.  Rob agreed and
started to stroke his huge cock. Jake and Brad handed Rob and I
supplements as we attempted to load up a bit.  Then they moved around
behind us and began to work on us. Jake was soon hot and hard again and
even I was amazed at his stamina. I just closed my eyes and let him go
to work while using both hands to stroke and jerk my hardening cock. He
went down my back licking and biting all the way through every crevasse
of muscle and licking down my spine. My cock went full rod before he
made it to my ass.  When his hot tongue reached the crack he went wild
and pushed me to bend in half so he could get at my tight hole. His
tongue shot into my ass so fast, so hot and so deep I was quickly
drooling precum all over the floor. He reached around and caught some
and slathered it into my pucker. Then I felt him stand and move to slide
his giant cock into me. The head felt hot and wet and the shaft
incredibly hard. When he reached my prostate I could feel the heat
building from my toes up. I stood up then and he pushed me back down
until I was bracing my hands on the bed. He thrust into me, I could tell
this was all business, no holding back, not really worrying about
anything, but making me cum. I stole a moment to look over and Rob was
much in the same situation, Brad ramming him hard and fast. Steve was
still feeding Max and he looked like he was breathing easier. I knew
this would be a test of control to feed him, but now drown him and Rob
and I had to do it at the same time. At just that moment Rob looked at
me and the look in his eyes said he wasn't at all convinced it could
work. His huge cock looked as swollen as mine, almost ready to burst.  I
was quickly loosing it and stood up again. My balls were on fire and I
could hold out no longer. Jake knew it was time and reached around and
gripped my cock in his iron fist right behind the head. Brad was doing
the same to Rob and both of us looked as though our eyes were going to
pop out of our heads. I felt like my balls would explode if I didn't cum
soon. Rob's distress was written all over his face which was screwed up
to a nasty glare.  Our well impaled lovers moved us until our cockheads
were pressed together in front of Max's mouth and Steve held it open.
The second Max's tongue hit my cock, I wanted to thrust forward and bury
it in him, but Jake held me back and just opened his fist so a little
flood of cum could fill Max's mouth.  He lapped it down like mother's
milk and then Jake's hand tightened again and I could feel myself
loosing consciousness. I'd never seen my cock the shade of purple it was
becoming. Then it was Rob's turn. We went back and forth until Max had
nearly taken our whole loads. Rob and I fell to the floor afterwards,
but our efforts were apparently successful. I came to fairly quickly,
although I wondered if my cock would ever be the same. It was swollen
and sore and still a bruised looking purple, but Max was growing.

His little body was quickly expanding, no pain was evident this time as
the hair filled in around his little cock and balls, and spread upwards
toward his rippling abs and expanding chest. His feet moved toward the
foot of the bed as they too expanded. He was quickly passing the size he
was when he originally arrived here this morning. His arms got quickly
bigger and thicker, veins protruding everywhere as his biceps went from
orange to grapefruit to football to bowling ball size. His shoulders
broadened and got thicker and more striated than ever. His quads were
expanding larger and larger and it was getting harder and harder to see
Steve behind him.  He grew and grew, swelling and thickening. His cock
was easily bigger than before growing past the 20" mark and becoming
amazingly thick. The bed groaned with he weight and still he grew. When
he finally slowed I could tell he wasn't going to be as big as he was
this afternoon, but he was definitely better proportioned. At least 8'6"
and somewhere around 750lbs. He stretched his arms wide and the muscles
of his torso danced under his beautifully hairy chest and torso. He
opened his eyes, and looked up at Steve and said, "Thanks for loving me
Stevie, I thought I was going to die." Steve, still bigger easily than
Max, just grabbed him and kissed him. 

Jake gathered the rest of us and we left them alone to discover each
other. Rob and I looked and felt like hell warmed over and Jake and Brad
helped us downstairs and after we washed off in the pool we crashed all
piled together on the living room floor. Sometime in the night I
remember Jake pulling me close and sliding inside of me and I was at
peace.

End Part 18

To be continued.

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