Craig was your average football-playing jock. Big, strong, good looking, charismatic, skilled, dumb, cocky, and so on. However, he was lacking in certain areas. . . Despite being a handsome and talented guy, his "little buddy" never got any action. However, he still treated it like it was the biggest thing in the world, almost babying it to cover up his embarrassment and make himself feel like a well endowed man. Much like any lacking man, he tried to act cocky and brag about his other attributes to divert attention from his "little problem". He was tired of it, and wanted some real physical contact - to the point of being desperate and gullible.
Craig had seen an advertisement of an ointment store with herbal remedies that were packed with "magic". So of course he rushed down to the store as soon as he seen the advertisement on the computer. Once there, he breezed through the aisles, hoping nobody he knew would be there. He just wanted to rush in, then rush out. He quickly got confused due to half the ointments' tags being written in Chinese, while the other half had somewhat poor translations.
"Hell if I know. . ." Craig muttered, staring at two jars he had picked up, still trying to make heads or tails of what they said. "This is so stupid. I'll just take the next jar I pick up!"
He thought it'd be a safe bet, since he believed he was in the right aisle for what he was looking for. Was he right? Who knows? Craig grabbed for a jar that had English labels, so he could at least have the right directions. He hastily purchased the product and ran to his house, eager to try out the ointment that would supposedly change his life. He scanned the directions and found it to be straight forward, one application and just leave it on overnight for best results, more applications the next day(s) for even more potent effects. The jar read:
“Powerful... Virility,” he read aloud, rolling his eyes at the broken English: “<<For the increase male experience!>> Whatever. It better work.”
Craig waited until just before bedtime before prepping himself, knowing he would need to leave the ointment on overnight. He closed the door to his room and, sitting at the end of his bed, he opened the jar. He took a cautionary whiff of the potent stuff... Not too great, honestly. But he didn’t want to waste any more time. He grabbed one of his towels from working out and covered his hand with it to scoop up a big lump from the container. Then, making sure he was alone and positioned correctly, he started smothering his dick and balls with the ointment.
Again, the smell of it was musky and gutting, but the feeling of the ointment was nice. It was cool to the touch, and smooth like lotion.
He remembered again: one application, and then leave on overnight for the best results. Well, okay - he could maybe lay down and put a towel under his junk, and then sleep for the night while this ointment did its thing. It’d be thrilling to wake up the next morning to see if it worked, and the thought excited him.
As Craig was contemplating the thought, there was a rather sudden surge from his groin; a tingly sensation emanated from down below. The coolness of the lotion was gone, and instead, a warmth - not overpowering or burning - seemed to flow from the lotion around the skin-sensitive areas of his genitals.
He sat still, heartbeat stuttering. “...well, shit. This stuff is actually gonna work?”
He parted his legs to watch for signs of change. As if the flow of warmth was circling around his dick, Craig could see it… slowly start to grow longer! Just a bit, he thought - still covered in lotion - but surely getting larger, as it perked up and the positive vibes started to fill him with hope. Like, even as he was starting to get hard, the constant warm feeling was definitely not himself getting excited. But, nonetheless, the revelation was filling him with excitement.
“Damn… I’m gonna be so huge! Fuck Mike and the other guys...”
His breath was getting heavy now - the effectiveness of this stuff was acting so quickly! Forget having to wait overnight; he was gonna be able to use his tool right now. What was once an underwhelming 4” soft was now at least 8” and still growing. He smiled at thinking himself as a foot long. He was really starting to go hard now, and the warmth of the magic was equally matched with the need to jack off. But he had to resist - his dick was covered in the ointment stuff. Instead he laid down on his bed and, with legs still spread apart, let the good feelings below flow freely.
“Gonna... need to buy some new boxers tomorrow,” Craig thought to himself, grinning. “HA! I can’t believe this!”
Craig’s smile was replaced with a nervous grin and then sudden shock as he sat back up and looked down. He noticed that his hard-rock dick was still growing and, by the looks of it, it was actually speeding up! Dang, he was gonna be hung really long, like a horse... Was this permanent? He had to be over a foot long now… and… pretty thick, too. His wrist, for comparison, was barely wider. Then he noticed his balls, and they had interestingly enough not changed. He was a bit alarmed by that… he had covered everything in ointment.
But as he was mulling over these thoughts, he started to choke on his breath. His cock continued to grow longer, wider, bigger and bigger; it was getting harder to concentrate on anything. He wasn’t used to so much force and power, and as the blood flowed to his rock-hard cock, it’s demanding to stay hard was fogging his mind.
This was too much virility!
He slowly laid back down, but this made him even shorter of breath.
“How much… longer am I … gonna go…”
The circling warmth was overpowering now, because there was so much more cock - being so long and so hard, it was starting to hurt from all the blood flow. Trying to look down, but wincing from the dizziness, he now had a monstrous-sized cock, maybe 20 inches or more long, and as thick as his wrist.
“Shit… it’s not gonna stop… I need… to get this … stuff…”
Unable to complete his sentence, he felt one final jolt from his groin as another explosion of growth pushed Craig over the edge. It felt all wrong, something like splitting apart at the seams; the pain, excruciating; it sent him completely over the top. He fell back into his pillow and fainted, and he didn’t wake up again for the rest of the night.
In his deep sleep, dreams of pushing and pulling, flexing and bending filled Craig’s mind. Athleticism, virility, and the enhanced male experience...
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Craig awoke, groggy and confused. What a dream! He blinked several times, his eyes adjusting to the light. A two foot-long dick? Where had that come from!?
But as Craig's vision cleared, he saw an unfamiliar sight. Two large, hairy mounds where his chest would normally be. He was quite the jock and was a beast in the gym, like most of the football team, but his chest wasn't *that* big... and it certainly didn't have that much hair!
Craig rose from the bed quickly. It was strangely sticky, like after a wet dream... but there was so much of it! As he stood up, he felt something on the skin of his legs and abs... ropes of cum, dried into crust. What the hell!?
Craig staggered over to the mirror. His legs rubbed together in an unfamiliar way, and something large and heavy slapped against one of them with each step, going back and forth, back and forth. The mirror revealed the truth: a different man looked back at him. He was still Craig, of course. But he looked so very, very different that it was easy to miss the similarities.
The Craig in the mirror was dramatically bigger than the jock who had gone to bed the night before. He was significantly more muscular, with thick slabs of beef under his skin and little fat to hide that fact. He was easily 300 pounds of raw brawn, maybe more, he thought to himself. Instead of his usual morning fuzz, his manly jaw had a short beard. The thin dusting of hair that previously adorned his chest was now replaced by a pelt that ran across his jutting pecs, then thinned slightly as it went down his abs to his crotch. And there, of course, was Craig's biggest change: a foot-long soft dick, thick and potent, resting above a pair of surprisingly large balls. The sight of his new body caused the cock in the mirror to stir, slowly lengthening and rising, pulsating visibly as it swelled. Craig's jaw dropped as it stretched out and thickened, until it was a two foot-long monster, thick like a beer can, rising from a pair of baseball-sized nuts.
Craig did not believe his eyes. He reached down, wrapping both hands around his prodigious manhood. His big pecs squeezed together as he began to slowly pump his thick shaft, his brain buzzing with pleasure. He could hardly believe how big he had become! He watched his thick, hairy arms move as he pleasured himself, his forearms corded with hard muscle. "Aww fuck yeah..." he growled, his voice deeper and rougher than before, manly as hell. He watched his reflection, more and more turned on by what he saw, loving his giant new dick and his giant new body. His rational brain wondered if he was *too big* now--if his dick had gone to the point where penetration would be impossible. But his rational brain wasn't in control at that moment, overwhelmed by his lust for his own body. He pumped his monster tool roughly, grunting and growling as he worked it over, his arousal and lust rising higher and higher. With a roar he finally came, his huge dick going fully rigid, spasming wildly as it pumped out powerful jets of cum that splattered against the mirror. Craig's huge chest rose and fell as he panted, gripping his cum hose with both big hands as the blast of spunk became a stream, then a trickle.
Craig staggered backwards, and fell back on his bed, his brain buzzing from his incredible orgasm. A lopsided grin spread across his face. This was going to be fun.
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Craig slowly rubbed at his giant tool, relishing in the way his titanic chest, wide lats and brutally built arms all fought for space. Had he not been so spectacularly endowed by the ointment, he might not even be able to rub at his tool due to his insane build. He shook the last of his cum out of his cannon and sighed happily, giving himself a nice, big flex in the cum-coated mirror, his magnificent reflection warped by the sheer amount of seed that he had put out.
With a waddle that would put even the biggest of bodybuilders to shame, the now titanic football player made his way to the side of his bed, still in a haze from his impressive orgasm. He laid down, reveling in just how massive and heavy he felt on his bed. His hands roamed up and down his musclebound form. His eyes fluttered as his hands touched his massive, hairy pecs, his skin crawling and his dick jumping as his index fingers and thumbs twisted his thick nipples. The big beast of a football player moaned lewdly as a juicy dollop of pre-seed drooled out of his megalith 2' of cock, landing squarely in the middle of the canyon that had become the space between his giant chest muscles.
The drool became a thin stream as his arms went further down, his fingers getting caught in the luscious swirls of body hair that now dusted his powerful, thickly muscled abs. Despite being so shredded, his body fat so low that he'd seen veins crawling along the surface of his abs, they were bowled out slightly. Craig didn't seem to mind, no, he loved how powerful he felt. How strong, how male it felt to just be huge!
Craig let out an appreciative grunt as his hands felt the striations running along his thighs, the insane delineation between his quads and his sartorius. Craig couldn't get over how hairy he had become all over! He gently played with the hairs on his thighs, loving how just much muscle his hands could roam over, gliding over mountains of muscle, his hand grazing over the hairs. It was then that he accidentally brushed against his hairy balls.
Craig shuddered and moaned happily. He arced his back, feeling the meat of his lats and traps digging into the bed. His arms reached forward and cupped his giant, oversized balls. His forearms, hairy as the rest of him, brushed against the length of his enormous fuck-stick.
It was then, he realized, he wanted -MORE-.
The 'enhanced male experience' wasn't enough for Craig. No, he wanted the -ULTIMATE- male experience. He looked over at the ointment that was still in the tub on his nightstand. The big beast licked his lips, the drool of a maniac getting caught in his thick beard hair. All that power, it was right there.
Without hesitation, the 300+ pound muscle monster unscrewed the cap and dug his fingers into the cooling gel, dragging a huge glob of the creamy ointment into his hand. He was about to lather it on his cock again when he realized... a normal dose had made his cock wildly larger with respect to his enhanced body. Craig knew he'd grow everywhere, but wondered if he could make his body more 'proportional' with respect to his megalithic cock, as silly as a concept of proportions could be for a 300 pound musclefreak like him.
Instead of slathering the ointment onto his cock again, Craig slowly massaged it into his huge chest. The big man moaned lowly, grinning loosely as the warmth and tingly, almost menthol-like feeling seeped into his pumped chest-meat. He bounced his massive pecs, the cool air mixing with the ointment. Giving off a low hum, Craig dipped his hand back into the jar and took another dollop onto his abs. The big beast's cock gushed a stream of pre-jism onto his abs as well, mixing with the cream as he applied it. In his delirious state, Craig took more ointment and slathered into his palms before caressing his mammothian arms, his eyes rolling back as he felt the deep cuts of his triceps, biceps and forearms. But Craig didn't stop, the huge mountain of meat sat up and took another dollop of the cream and massaged it into the parts of his thighs he could get his hands on.
With a grunt of dissatisfaction, Craig snorted as he tried to get the ointment on the back of his legs and ass... realizing he'd grown far too muscular to reach all the way back. Realizing he'd need help reaching his ass and back, he frantically looked around his room, finding a t-shirt that would now be far too small to ever fit his gargantuan frame. With wanton abandon, Craig scooped the last of the cream up and onto the shirt. He stood up, his cock dangling precariously outwards, and his massive balls rubbing against his inner thighs. He used the shirt like a towel, gliding it back and forth over his expansive back and ass.
The huge mass monster thundered back over to his mirror, the cum starting to crust along the cold surface of the mirror. He flexed for himself, enjoying the cool feeling of the ointment as his skin brushed against itself where his colossal biceps met his forearms and shoulders, where his giant redwood like legs touched almost all the way down to the knees even when his feet were shoulder width apart. The tingling sensation began to build, the feeling evolving from the coolness of mint to a light burning sensation. It was working. Craig, in a haze of excitement, waddled his way back to his bed and flopped onto his back.
He felt the warmth begin to build, much like it had last night. An overwhelming calm took over him, so eerie it almost felt like dread. His hands roamed around his body, the meat of his muscles pushing his fingers apart as he worshiped his growing frame. He knew he should be looking, taking in the feeling of his growing body, but the warmth overtook any other sensation. It just felt so good.
Craig could barely recognize the feeling of hairs sprouting out of every new inch of skin, his masculinity magnified to ever greater proportions as his body exploded with growth. The feeling of the ointment was almost enough to mask the sensation of his facial bones beginning to reconfigure, his brow becoming more prominent, as did his jaw, masculinizing even further. His brows were thicker and out of his jaw, a thick beard now grew. Craig's breath steamed the mid-morning air as he continued to feel up his body.
He moaned lowly as his hands inevitably made their way to his cock. It was a struggle, he could feel his body resisting the motion, his muscles now far larger than they had been. Every passing second, he could feel that resistance grow, his body evolving, changing to become even more god-like in proportion.
Craig wondered if perhaps... he had become too male. A thought he had very little time to contemplate. His cock, despite receiving none of the ointment, felt larger and thicker than it did before, much like his body had grown even though he had only applied the cream to his cock last night. Through the mental fog of the wondrous warmth of the ointment, Craig vaguely could feel liquid pooling along his bulwark of a neck, whether that was sweat or pre-cum, he couldn't tell any more.
His bed collapsed, the now overgrown giant's mattress falling to the ground. The shock was felt the most in Craig's balls and the hulking, hirsute titan of a man's eyes went wide as it was enough to send him over the edge. His deep, basso profundo voice shook his room's walls, rattling his football trophies as he came. A geyser shot up to the ceiling and the first wave cam crashing back down, landing on Craig's face.
The force was enough to knock the beast of a man out.