Part II
Although we had more than enough money for a cab, Hall and I both lived
within a few blocks of the Gemini in Chelsea, and we wanted to walk,
showing off my hypermasculine body. We passed a couple of leather guys,
one of whom had a handlebar mustache. Hall said, “Mind if I see what that
would look like on you, Walt?” “Go right ahead,” I answered, and a moment
later, my nose tickled with the thick bristly hair of a mustache that went
to my chin. I licked it with my tongue, loving the thickness of it. I had
never been able to grow much of a mustache or beard before.
Hall was looking at me and smiling. “Walt, we’ve got to get someplace
soon, cause you’re giving me a raging hard-on.” I smiled and said nothing.
We passed another couple who unabashedly stared at me as we walked by. My
white T-shirt was very stretched very tight over my enormous chest and
arms. A bit too tight. “Hall, do you think you could make me just a little
bit less muscular? At least until I get some new clothes. This shirt is
way too tight, and my jeans don’t fit right.”
“I’ve got a better idea. You will now maintain your muscular proportions
but will shrink six inches.” I lost my balance and stumbled as we were
walking, for I was unprepared for the awkward shift in my center of
gravity. Hall caught me and helped me right myself. We stopped walking and
I looked at him. I had been slightly taller than he before, but now I
found myself at eye-level with his chin. I was a stud-muffin: short and
very muscular. “Did it work?” asked Hall.
I didn’t realize what he meant. “Obviously it worked! Don’t I look shorter
to you?” I asked, looking up at him.
“No, I mean: are your clothes more comfortable now?”
Oh. “Yeah, they are. Thanks.” I still filled the T-shirt completely, but I
was no longer uncomfortably squeezed by it. “Well, my jeans are still a
bit tight,” I added.
“Okay, you will now further shrink another six inches.”
And so it happened as we stood there. I went from being at eye-level with
his chin to being at eye-level with his chest. I still felt just as strong
as before, but my body felt lighter and less cumbersome. Also, both my
jeans and shirt were now comfortable. Actually, my jeans were a bit too
long. I knelt to roll up the cuffs. While I was down there, I noticed my
shoes were now quite loose. “Think you can return my feet to their normal
size so my shoes won’t fall off?” I asked. Hall complied, and I found
myself a five- foot tall muscleman with feet that filled size 12 shoes.
Being a short bodybuilder was very exciting! I pounded my chest like a
gorilla and said so.
“I like the way you do that,” said Hall. “Ever wondered what it would be
like to be a gorilla?”
“Hey, hey, hey…” I stopped him. “One thing at a time, please! I have to
tell you, this is exciting and all… I mean amazingly exciting… but it’s
hard to get used to. I’d like to keep the body I have for a little while
longer before we do anything else. Okay?”
“Okay, Walt. Don’t worry. I won’t do something that you really don’t
want.” He paused. “But I hope I can talk you into trying a lot of things
that you haven’t thought of before. I’m a very creative person.”
He put his arm around me, and then I did likewise. Together we walked down
the dark but still well populated streets of Chelsea on the first night of
what has turned out to be a very adventurous life.
Part III
We eventually ended up going to my apartment. I told Hall I thought it
would be more fun for me to see familiar surroundings at my new size than
to see a new place. So we walked up two flights of stairs to my brownstone
apartment and went inside. How different it looked and felt! Even turning
the doorknob was strange; it felt like it was placed several inches too
high on the door! Inside, it seemed to me that everything had grown about
20% larger. Hall looked around and then made himself at home in the living
room while I explored the place! It was more new to me than to him!
In the kitchen, the counter came up to my navel. Even in the bathroom I
found that my dick was below counter level. My dick! I had hardly thought
about it since we left the Gemini, despite the fact that I had been in a
permanently turned-on state! I now unzipped my fly and pulled it out to
get a good look at it. It was no longer surprising that the man at the
Gemini was willing to give me all his money to suck me off. I looked at
myself in the mirror and thought that even at this height, I easily could
be a porn star. I had a gorgeous body, thick with hard muscle and thick
with black hair. With my handlebar mustache, I resembled a young Carl
Hardwick. Too bad the man in the bar didn’t get to see the mustache, I
thought. And this cock in my hand was gigantic! Both long and thick, it
was quite bigger than any cock I’d ever seen in real life or even in
pictures. It was almost as thick as a beer can and twice as long! Even its
weight was surprising. In my hand it felt as heavy as a ketchup bottle.
A huge slab of meat it was, but it was not long enough for me to suck
myself off. I called out to Hall, “I’ve got a bone in here! What are you
going to do about it?” A few moments later, Hall was behind me, reaching
around my waist and rubbing my hard cock. His head was entirely visible in
the mirror over mine. With my body now more muscular and a foot shorter,
and with a thick mustache covering 30 percent of my face, I could only
barely recognize myself.
I reached my hands behind me and rubbed Hall’s thighs while he continued
to stroke my heavy organ. We were both still fully dressed, but I could
not ever remember being so turned on by an encounter with someone. “Stop a
moment,” I told him. He did, and I removed my shirt. I had not yet even
seen my own chest. It was deep and powerful, and as thick with hair as a
caveman’s. I briefly noticed that I had no hair on my shoulders, and
probably had none on my back, either, though I couldn’t tell. I had to
some degree become what Hall had envisioned when he made me this way at
the Gemini.
My abdominal muscles bulged, hard and precisely cut. Five years of sit-ups
would not have given me better-looking abs. Hall put his arms around me
again, but this time caressed my broad chest, letting my dick hang on its
own. I held his forearms gently while he ran his fingers through my hair,
pausing at my nipples to rub them gently. They were very sensitive to his
touch, far more so than they had been with my old body. Big as
half-dollars, they became hard cones as Hall kneaded them. My apartment
was not hot, but I began to sweat and the mirror was getting a bit steamy.
I knew my orgasm could not be held off for long. The experience was so
much like having sex for the first time that I was a bit like a teenager
unable to control his first ejaculation. “If you want to suck me dry,
you’d better be quick, mister,” I said. “I’m about to shoot.”
I turned around and faced Hall, and he knelt to take my cock into his
mouth, or as much of its ten-inch length as he could. His tongue had only
barely touched my sensitive head when I felt the thrill rocket through my
whole body. His lips enveloped my entire head and my whole body went into
spasms as I shot again and again into his mouth. Hall didn’t let an ounce
go to waste. He swallowed it all and kept rolling his tongue around the
end of my dick after I had begun to get soft.
At last, he stood up and gazed down at me. His face was serious (though I
eventually learned how to read his face, Hall seldom smiled) and he kept
his eyes on mine as he unzipped his own pants. “Now I’ve got a bone. What
are you going to do about it?”
I had not yet seen Hall’s bare chest, much less his penis. Still, I was
happy to see that he was endowed with a cock of above-average length and
girth, and it was not circumcised. I preferred uncut men, so I was not at
all disappointed. And Hall was right: he had a bone, all right.
I knelt before him to reciprocate. While Hall had had to hunch over in
order to suck my dick (despite its extreme length) I on the other hand
found I had to bend his dick downwards a bit in order to take it into my
mouth. But take it in I did, and I not only found a thrill in sucking him
off in my studmuffin’s body, but also, unexpectedly, in doing so with the
thick handlebar mustache on my face. As I shifted my head and mouth around
its thickness, I allowed the bristles of my mustache to rub against the
sensitive thin skin of Hall’s shaft. Evidently, he found it painful but
erotic, for he moaned with each prickly pass, but he didn’t stop me. I
could just take all of his length into my mouth (as he, alas, could not do
with me), and he was deep-throating me when he came, his seed going
directly down my throat. I swallowed hard to send it on its way.
Part IV
I stood before hall, bare-chested and sweating. He was still fully
clothed, however, his cock protruding from his fly. I wanted to see him
naked. I put my hands under his shirt and began to rub his stomach. His
abdomen was taut and hard, and I could easily feel the separate bumps of
his abdominal muscles. Briefly I thought how lucky I was that Hall was so
well put together. Supposing an obese man had acquired the charm and
wanted to have his way with me!
I ran my hands up the sides of Hall’s torso, enjoying the narrowness of
his waist and the widening thickness of his chest. He had little hair on
his chest, but he was hard and warm. Seldom had I been more attracted to a
man before. And gone entirely was the fear that I didn’t please him as
much as he pleased me! For I knew that I was exactly what Hall wanted!
With my arms still reaching under his shirt, I wrapped my arms around
Hall’s back and rubbed his shoulders from behind. They were round and
solid. I looked up into Hall’s eyes and he looked down into mine. “Are you
ready to grow smaller still?” he asked. I paused. I was enjoying this, and
though I felt like I had just come more in one ejaculation than I normally
did in a week, already I was growing hard again. I wanted to continue
exploring Hall’s body. “Hall,” I said, “I’m willing to be shrunk some
more, but I want to explore your body. I haven’t even gotten a good look
at you yet. You feel fantastic!”
Hall smiled at that. He said, “How about this? I’ll shrink you slowly so
that you can explore me first like you are and then from a small
perspective. In fact, I could make you so small that exploring me would
really be like exploring a strange landscape! What do you say?”
I thought about it and found that the idea was rather appealing. It was a
bit scary, too, but in a good way: like riding a roller coaster. I
consented.
“Okay, you ready? Good. You will very soon begin to shrink slowly, always
retaining the incredibly handsome proportions you have now. You will
shrink about one inch per minute until you are four inches tall, then
you’ll stop. Okay, you’re beginning to shrink now.”
“Let’s go back into the living room,” I said, and we both went to where
there was more space. I reached up to pull Hall’s shirt over his head, and
decided that already I could feel the change in height. It sounds odd, but
in the hour or so that I had been this size, I had already gotten somewhat
used to it and I noticed the change.
I was at eye-level with Hall’s nipples now. I rubbed his handsome stomach
and kissed the warm flesh under his chest. We both still had our pants on,
but I could feel mine growing so loose that soon they would fall off. I
decided to let them. But I would remove Hall’s pants. He cooperated and
tossed them in a corner of my room, followed by his boxer shorts. He was
now towering over me, a handsome Native American god. I wanted to remove
the band that held his ponytail, but it was a bit of a stretch for me.
“Hall, let down your hair. I want to see what you look like when you get
up in the morning.”
“I look a lot worse than this when I get up in the morning, Walt,” he
said. But he removed the band holding his hair up and let it fall down. It
was shiny and black and was shoulder-length. He shook his head to let his
mane hang loose. Hall appeared truly as a god: proud, tall, stern, and
strong. As I stood admiring him, I noticed that the moist spot on his
torso that I had been kissing was now approximately at my eye-level. Then
my pants fell to the floor, my thighs at last I told Hall I wanted to go
see myself in a mirror. I invited him to help himself to a drink from the
refrigerator or the liquor cabinet while I returned to the bathroom. The
bathroom counter surface was now higher than my nipples. I had to reach
just to turn on the faucet. My dick had shrunk with me, but it was still
quite large relatively speaking. In fact, though I was at least two feet
shorter than my normal height of about six feet, my dick was probably
still larger now than it normally was. It was almost obscenely huge. I
wondered briefly whether men who were this well endowed (extremely few
though they were!) had trouble appearing decent in public. Very loose
pants could hide such a monster if it remained tame, but there was really
nothing that would hide it if erect.
I left the bathroom and found Hall pouring us both scotch on the rocks in
the kitchen. He handed a tumbler down to me and I had to reach up and take
it with both hands for fear of dropping it. “Better drink it soon, Walt,”
he said. “Soon there’ll be more there than you can drink.” Now high out of
my reach, he sipped his scotch.
What a handsome navel Hall has, I thought, when I noticed that I was now
looking straight at it without looking down. I beckoned Hall into the
living room, then set my scotch down on the coffee table (which was now
the size of a dining room table to me) and reached my arms as far up his
body as I could. I could just put my hands on his shoulderblades. I stood
on my toes and tried to rub the balls of his shoulders with my palms, but
they were out of reach.
Hall then said, “Hang on, I want to put on some music. Is that all right?”
“Sure,” I said. He went to my CD collection and perused the selection
while I admired his handsome naked form. His hard cock was almost exactly
perpendicular to his erect body. With his back turned to me, I had a
chance to appreciate his fine V-shaped back, the muscles moving visibly
beneath his skin as he lifted the occasional CD to see what songs were on
it. I finally made myself leave this beautiful sight to return to the
bathroom. I wanted to see what I now looked like.
When I got there, I found that my armpits were now exactly level with the
counter. I rested my triceps on the surface and picked up a bar of soap,
noticing how large it now seemed. Though half gone, it more than filled my
hand. I stood on my toes to turn on the water and reached over the basin
to wash my hands, just to see how it felt. Though almost entirely absorbed
with my ever- diminishing size, still I marveled at how handsome and
masculine my hands were. Their backs fairly thick with black hair, they
were strong and well proportioned. I rinsed them under the warm water and
already noticed that it was with increasing difficulty that I could reach
the running water at all. Then, finally, turning off the water was
impossible. It was out of reach. Where I had been able to rest my upper
arms on the counter before, now it was too high.
I closed the toilet lid and used it as a step to get to the counter. First
I turned off the water. Then, to my surprise, I found that I could stand
on the bathroom counter and see my entire reflection in the mirror! I
couldn’t have been more than three feet tall! From the living room came
soft jazz music, and then Hall entered the bathroom.
“You’re quite a studmuffin, you know that?” he said, rubbing my butt.
“Turn around.”
I did so, and found that while standing on the counter I was only slightly
higher than he was. His head seemed huge to me. I was not just a short
man; I was a small man. If I had become 50% smaller, then my head must be
50% smaller… and Hall’s would seem twice as large to me. He leaned forward
to kiss me. We locked lips, and the experience was incredible. His huge
mouth entirely engulfed my lips. With his huge tongue, he licked my thick
mustache, then pried at my lips, inserting himself into my mouth.
Having his gigantic tongue in my mouth was bizarre and thrilling. With my
own small tongue, I licked the underside of his, then licked its upper
surface. But mine could not begin to approach his in surface area or
volume. Indeed, when he inserted it all the way, his tongue reached to the
back of my throat and nearly filled my mouth completely. It was as big as
the biggest cock I’d ever sucked before, and it was flexible and strong.
My shaft grew painful with the need for release.
“Let me fuck you, Hall,” I said. “I’m probably about the right size now
that I’ll fit.”
That was probably true. When Hall sent me to the bathroom of the Gemini,
he had made me six feet tall with a ten-inch cock—and that was when I was
soft! I had probably been a foot long when that tourist paid me to suck me
off.
Now, at less than half that height, my cock was of a more normal size:
five or six inches. Hall said okay and turned his back to me. I realized
the difficulty of the situation now, however. Standing on the counter, I
was too high to fuck him, but on the floor I was too short. I realized
that I would be about the right height if I stood on the toilet seat. So
we moved over to it, and I gently inserted first my finger, then my thumb,
into his ass. Satisfied that he was fairly relaxed, I slid my entire
length into his waiting sphincter, which seemed to eat me up happily.
Exercising the greatest discipline of which I had ever had need, I pumped
in and out slowly, holding back the flood of come that wanted to burst
forth. In and out, until I could hold back no longer. I squirted into Hall
from behind and sighed audibly with relief from the release of the pain I
had felt. Hall turned around and kissed me again. His mouth felt even
larger than before. He said, “You’ll be hard soon and ready to go again,
don’t worry.” It took me a moment to realize that he was not just making
an observation, but using the Madagascar Charm. Now I had no choice. I
would be hard again soon.
Hall put his hands under my armpits and lifted me off the toilet and set
me on the floor. I was almost exactly at the level of his cock, which
pointed straight at my face. It now seemed to be at least a foot long, and
as big around as a soda can. There was no way I could take him into either
my ass or my mouth. But I could at least suck on his head. I put my lips
around it and rolled my tongue around its surface, spreading around the
pre-come that had already begun to provide lubrication. I found that my
tongue was almost small enough to insert into his slit. In another five or
ten minutes, I’d be able to stick my tongue all the way in it.
I stopped licking for a moment to ask Hall, “Do you want to come now or
wait?” I assumed that he (unlike me, now under the control of the charm)
would not easily be able to come three times in one hour, and might want
to hold this one out longer. But Hall said, between gasps of pleasure,
“No… now… don’t stop….” I changed from licking to sucking, and very soon I
felt his cock head suddenly grow hot and even thicker still, just before
it filled my mouth with what felt like a quarter cup of semen. I gulped
down each spasm hungrily, but it was almost more than I could handle. If I
had been much smaller, I would have choked on the load.
We returned to the living room where jazz music was softly playing.
Outside I could barely hear the usual car and pedestrian traffic of
Chelsea. How different everything seemed now! At this point, I was so
small I could not walk outside without looking like a freak of nature. I
was not tall enough to reach my CD player or any of the CD’s above the
second shelf. Hall’s dick, which I had just sucked off standing flat on my
feet, now hung like a heavy pendulum over my head. When I stood facing
Hall, all I saw were his lean brown thighs. Looking down I saw knees,
calves, and bare feet. Far above my head rose his hard torso, wide chest,
broad shoulders, and, finally, god-like face. He was looking down at me,
mesmerized by my continuing transformation. For someone with a size
fetish, I supposed, this must be the most thrilling sexual experience of
his life.
It turned out I needn’t have worried about Hall being able to perform
multiple times. Already he was growing hard again! He didn’t have a solid
bone, but he was successfully resisting the tug of gravity. He rose now,
somewhat rigid, at a 45-degree angle below the horizontal. I could walk
between his legs without his cock or balls even touching my head.
“How tall am I now, Hall?” I asked. I wondered how much longer I would
shrink. The thrill I felt was beginning to be mingled with fear. I trusted
Hall entirely by now, and believed in his good intentions. But I couldn’t
shake the instinctive fear that came from being next to a giant so tall
that I only came up to his knees.
“I think you’re about two feet tall. It should be about twenty more
minutes. I’m going to lie down so you can reach me better.”
“Thanks,” I said. He moved his colossal body swiftly to the center of my
vast living room floor and lay flat on his back, putting his hands behind
his head. I walked over to him, and as I walked, I noticed for the first
time that my feet were still slightly out of proportion. He had made them
a little bit large for me so that my shoes would not fall off when we were
outside. Now, though they were surely only three or four inches long, they
seemed big to me. I paused in my trek to twirl one large foot in the air
and enjoy its heft.
Then I continued on the mountainous man that was my new friend Hall. He
watched me keenly, and his dick obeyed his urges, becoming for a third
time a stiff pole pointing toward the ceiling. I was so small now that it
wasn’t easy for me just to step up onto Hall’s chest. I climbed onto the
gently rising and falling platform and stood up slowly, maintaining my
balance with some difficulty. The navel I had admired when it was at my
eye-level now was big enough I could put my fist in it, and I did so. The
surface of his skin seemed thicker now, and the thin hairs seemed more
bristly. I walked up his abdomen to stand on his chest. It was a
magnificent chest, I decided; a hero’s platform. His head was now a huge
thing before me, and I took two more steps forward so I could reach his
giant chin. I knelt and rested my arms on his chin and ran my hands over
his lips, which now outsized them. He instinctively licked his lip, and
the massive tongue seemed a huge and strong thing.
I decided I wanted to see his hands. “Let me see your hands, Hall,” I
said. He gently reached to where a pillow lay on the floor and put it
under his head to free his hands. He rested them at the bottom of his
chest, palms towards me. How long had I been climbing around on his torso,
enjoying the feel of his tan skin? It had seemed to be only a minute or
two, yet I now realized with a shock that I must be less than a foot tall.
Hall’s hands were mighty walls of flesh before me. I stepped cautiously up
to his right hand and put my own hand on its thumb. Though I still was a
muscle bound bodybuilder, his thumb was as long and as big around as my
arm. I must repeat that I trusted Hall. Yet I was also terrified. My
stomach was filled with butterflies. Here I was, next to a hand so large
it could squeeze and crush me effortlessly. And even as I stood there, the
hand appeared to grow.
For now, you see, at this height, each inch I lost was a more noticeable
change for me. At five feet tall, a loss of one or two inches, while
noticeable, was not a great change. But now, with each minute that passed,
I lost a substantial proportion of my size. I moved to running my hands
across Hall’s left index finger and found that I could actually see it
rising higher and higher, first level with my waist… then my abdomen… then
my chest. I must be almost finished shrinking now. And it was so. When I
stopped shrinking, I felt it. The hand had been growing and growing, and
then it stopped. The thumb I had just been awestruck by, as big as my arm,
was now bigger than my legs, heavily muscled though they were.
In the distance between Hall’s hands, I saw his cock still towering. And
now it truly seemed a tower. I approached it across the low hills of his
abdomen, and as I neared, it seemed to rise higher and higher. At last I
reached it. I could not get my arms around it, and its helmeted top was
too high for me to reach. The shadow of Hall’s right hand fell on me as it
descended upon me. I thought for a moment he was going to pick me up, but
he didn’t do that, thankfully. I wasn’t ready for that yet. Instead, he
pressed down upon the underside of his cock to lower it so that I could
reach its head.
I had thought just a half-hour ago that I would soon be able to insert my
tongue into Hall’s slit. Tongue! I was now able to insert my arm! It was a
tight squeeze, especially when I reached my huge triceps and biceps, but I
was able to do it. The pre-come that already oozed out from its depths
lubricated my hand and arm and helped me along. The feeling was
sensational. The flesh of the inside of Hall’s cock squeezed my arm
tightly, yet I found I was able to wiggle my fingers. I slid my arm in and
out and opened and closed my fist, fucking his dick with my right arm. It
was easy to think of it as an animal with its own mind, utterly
disconnected from Hall. After all, I couldn’t see Hall right now. All I
saw was this eight-foot living pillar aiming its mouth at me, hungry to
eat me up.
Hall spoke to me then, and his voice sounded like booming thunder: “HOLD
ON, I’M GOING TO LET GO. GRIP ME WITH YOUR LEGS.”
It was impossible not to obey the commanding voice. I wrapped my legs
around the massive creature and squeezed tight to hold on. For just a few
seconds I hung there, one arm wrapped around the outside of the dick, the
other inside, and both legs gripping the outside. Then, suddenly, Hall
lifted his hand. Freed, the monster rose suddenly to its full height,
taking me along with it. I gripped it tighter still with my legs and found
myself grabbing the flesh of Hall’s foreskin with my left hand to remain
steady. With my right arm, I resumed pumping in and out, fucking this pole
with all the muscular power I had in that limb.
I heard deep cavernous moans behind me, and I knew Hall was about to
explode. Sure enough, a moment later, while I was thrusting my arm in, it
was suddenly pushed out by a veritable geyser of thick white juice that
spewed high over my head before raining back down all around me and on me.
I could not hold on with my right hand now, for it was too slick. Indeed,
when a basketball-sized lump of come hit my left hand, I lost its grip on
the foreskin. Finally, my legs got hit as well, and I slid down the pole
to rest in the wiry bed of hair at its base. In the rising and falling of
the ground beneath me, I felt Hall’s breathing slow. Then the giant tower
above me began to collapse, spent, and at last it, too, lay down beside me
as if going to sleep, exhausted after a long day.
Part V
The next morning Hall and I sat eating breakfast opposite one another at
my dining table. I was back in my studmuffin body: built like a truck,
hairy as an ape, and only 5 feet tall. Eating was tricky with my thick
handlebar mustache. I’d never had one before. I kept drinking too deeply
from my juice glass and getting orange juice all in the bristly hair of my
upper lip. But I have to admit, even that was fun. Everything about my
body was hypermasculine, and I liked it that way.
Hall wanted to experiment with my body. I had a feeling he wanted to do
something a bit kinky, and that sounded fun; I was in the mood.
“You’ve got something in mind, don’t you, Hall?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he answered, but volunteered no more. “You up for it?”
“Don’t you even want to give me a hint?” I asked, smiling at him.
Hall said, “I think you’d like it better if you let me surprise you.”
I took a bite of cereal and got more milk in my mustache. I just left it
there and looked at Hall. “Okay. I trust you. Go crazy.”
“Okay, your forearms are getting stronger.”
They responded immediately, even as I was taking a bite from an English
muffin. Though I was already enormously muscled, my arms grew to resemble
Popeye’s arms in their dimensions.
“Don’t you want to wait until we’re finished with breakfast, Hall?” I
asked, laughing and staring at my new forearms.
“I’m done. Besides, I’d have thought you’d be really eager for sex, with
that raging hard-on you have.”
Instantly I felt my huge cock swell and grow hard, making a very visible
teepee out of the crotch of my sweatpants. I wasn’t that horny a moment
ago, but my body responded to Hall’s command, and now I was aching for his
sexy body.
“Your forearms are going to get a bit stronger and bigger still, really
freakish. And longer. Your arms are going to reach past your knees. And
your hands are getting big, too. They’re about ten inches long.” I gazed
down and watched my hands lengthen to unnatural proportions, still strong
and manly, but now almost twice as large as they should have been for my
short body. Stranger than the size of my hands, though, was the bizarre
length of my arms! I stretched them out before me and found I could reach
Hall all the way across the table! Though I was still only five feet tall,
I could reach Hall’s shoulders with my long arms and knead his hard
shoulders with my fantastically huge hands!
“Your neck is thicker and your chest and back are thicker and broader…”
Hall continued. “And your lower body is getting a little bit smaller…”
What was he getting at? I stood up and found it hard to balance myself. My
proportions were all unnatural. I had to put my hands on the table to keep
my balance. I wanted to go to the bathroom to see what I looked like, but
I found it hard to walk. My upper body was now so heavy that when I leaned
forward, it became difficult to keep from toppling over. When I discovered
this, I put my hands on the floor to catch myself, and then I realized
what Hall was doing. He was turning me into a human gorilla, as he had
wanted to last night.
“You are so fucking hot, Walt! You are just fucking awesome looking, man!”
he said, standing above me and beholding his work. “There are just a few
more things to do. Okay… your big toes are opposable thumbs and your other
toes are long and agile like fingers…” Of course it happened exactly as he
said it would. “And you’re too small. You look like a baby gorilla. I want
you to fill the room. No, maybe not quite that big. But I want you to be
taller than me even when you’re on your hands like you are now. Grow,
baby, grow!”
And I did grow. I was on all fours, with my freakish gorilla arms holding
the weight of my massive chest. And I grew bigger, stronger, taller,
heavier. I actually felt the floor beneath me sag a bit as my poundage
increased. I must weigh 500 pounds, I thought, as I kept on growing.
Soon I was at eye-level with Hall, though I was still leaning forwards. I
tried to stand upright, and found that I could do it with difficulty. My
arms reached the ceiling easily, and I pressed my palms against it to hold
myself upright. Even so, I kept on growing. “Stop, Hall!” I cried. “I’m
going to hit the ceiling.”
He didn’t say anything, but I stopped growing anyway. I had reached the
height he had specified. Letting myself back down to the ground, I found
that I was looking down at his grinning face from about six inches above
it. I reached out one incredibly huge arm and felt Hall’s face with my
enormous hand. It entirely enveloped his head. His head felt as small in
my freakish hand as if I was holding a grapefruit. I mussed his handsome
glossy hair. Then I squatted on the ground and used both hands to pull his
shirt off over his head. He cooperated, but I realized that if he resisted
(and didn’t have the charm, of course), there wasn’t much he could do to
stop me. I was a towering hulk: half man, half ape, and as large as a
tractor. I was hairier than a normal man but less hairy than an ape. My
face was still my own, I supposed, but my head was on a neck as thick as
my leg. My feet and hands were a monkey’s, only more massive and strong. I
could have easily cracked walnuts barehanded… or cracked bones.
I wanted to see myself in the mirror. I waddled to the bathroom and found
that it was easier to walk on all fours, my knuckles on the ground. When I
got to the bathroom I found myself too large to fit through the door! I
squeezed and pushed, but my chest was just too deep and my back too
strong. I couldn’t get in the bathroom past my shoulderblades. I did,
however, get a look at my body just from the shoulders up, and I could see
why Hall was turned on: I was incredibly handsome. My face was large,
square, strong and manly. My neck, as I said, was inhumanly thick, and my
shoulders and chest were so huge, there was no bodybuilder on earth who
could compare with me. And my chest was thick with dark hair, so thick
that I couldn’t see my skin beneath. It grew thick even up my neck, and on
my arms as well. My face still had a mustache but no beard, though the
stubble was thick on my cheeks and chin.
As if reading my thoughts, Hall said from outside the bathroom, “You
really need more hair on your face to go with your caveman body, Walt.
You’re beginning to grow a thick black beard that will grow up to your
cheekbones and down your neck.”
It didn’t grow at lightening speed, but still I was able to see and feel
it growing. In a few seconds, it looked like I hadn’t shaved in several
days. Then a week, then two. In less than a minute, my face matched the
rest of my very hirsute body, thick with a handsome beard. I ran my
fingers through it and ducked out of the bathroom.
Hall stood before me with his arms crossed over his bare chest. I’ve said
before that he appeared to be of Native American blood. His skin was brown
and rather smooth, his hair black and glossy. His muscles were strong but
he was lean, like a basketball player, only not so tall. He had a handsome
smile, and now he beamed at me, obviously pleased with his latest
masterpiece.
“Walt, you should see yourself! You are a hot Neanderthal hunk of man!”
I surprised Hall by grabbing him with one hand and one foot! I was able to
grip his torso with my strong toes and lift him completely off the ground
while resting my weight on my other hand and free foot. I rubbed his chest
with my thumb and big toe, enjoying the versatility in my new feet. Then I
brought him close to me and kissed him deeply. Although I was enormous,
our heads were not so different in size that it was uncomfortable. I
kissed him while still holding him off the ground, and he wrapped his arms
around my shoulders and squeezed me hard. My upper body was far too wide
for him to hug his arms around me, but he at least could rub me, and he
did.
You never know what will turn you on until you try it! I had the most
amazing sex all morning long with Hall, and I was in the body of a
gorilla-caveman- bodybuilder-hunk. Kinky, you think? Hall and I had just
begun!
THE END