On Parade

by dymondbolt

Chapter One

Just ten more minutes and the timer would pop the "Filler Valve" out of his belly. The medium sized compressor had been chugging away for half an hour and he was a few inches past seven feet tall.

Of course, that was when he heard the front door open and his housemates come home half an hour early.

Pete's expression didn't change a bit as he thought, 'They're never home early! Why today?'

Matt was once again leading the parade. "Hey switch on the TV. Maybe we can get the final results of the game on our Satellite Box." Matt was the biggest and loudest of the five housemates.

Dave, another housemate, was the first to find the remote control for the media center.

"Got it covered, Matt. I still can't believe one little fender bender in the parking lot could knock out the power to all those restaurants and shops at the mall" For a long moment the sound of the thundering heard in the other room went quiet.

Ken was the first to burst out with a laugh. "Little fender bender? Dave, a huge mega-cab, dually truck knocked the transformer housing in a good ten inches. The guy was lucky he hit so hard, it bounced his truck off of the metal before the sparks started to fly."

"Whoa. Hey you were in the bar with us when the power went; how'd you find that out?"

Matt cut in before Ken could finish. "Cause as you were walking three blocks away to get your car, we had to listen to the poor guy get reamed by his girlfriend for backing into the damned thing."

Ken chuckled. "Yeah. I think she's the reason he hit it in the first place."

Evan finally had a comment. "As we were leaving, the cop that was writing him up started shaking his head. I could not believe the things that little lady was saying to her big boyfriend, and I bet the cop didn't either"

Matt burped out a laugh. "After all the things she said, you can still call her a Lady? Hey Dave, can you find the game or not? You've been through all the sports channels twice now, and where the hell is that damn compressor noise coming from?"

Pete's mind went frantic, but there was nothing he could do. 'Thank God I got a new lock on my door.' His eyes were frozen an eighth of an inch open, as the compressor pumped him bigger and bigger. His head was tilted so he could see the timer through the valley between his expanding pecs. There was only six more minutes to go on the timer. Then it would pull the "Filler Valve" out of his belly and he'd be a solid human again. A very big and solid human at that.

Evan must have been closer to Pete's room. "It's coming from Pete's room."

Pete could hear the floorboards creak outside his door. Matt softly told someone, "That's a compressor alright."

A loud three knocks on the door preceded the doorknob twisting and rattling. "Oh little Buddy? What are you doing in there?"

Ken sounded surprised. "What? Big Matt stopped calling his smaller housemate 'Little Pete' ? What did he do, pull a gun on you?"

Evan chuckled. "A big gun was involved, but not a firearm. You missed the cook out at the beech last week. The rest of us found out that at least one part of our little Buddy is far from little."

Dave sounded closer to Pete's room now. "Almost as big as Matt's package."

"What?"

Dave sounded even closer. "Yeah. Pete fell asleep after scarfing down two burgers and had himself an erotic daydream."

Evan cut in with "And his trunks looked like a circus big top."

Dave chuckled. "We almost got a picture of it, but Rob and Jake from our gym had to make jokes about how much bigger it looked on such a short guy; they woke him up."

The creaking sounds moved from the floorboards up to the door frame and the door. Matt sounded like he was straining at something. "Yeah. Damned impressive. No more short jokes out of my mouth."

Ken's voice sounded like it was just outside the door, too! "Matt, what are you doing to that door frame?"

"Our little Buddy was just as impressive last month, when he finished off half a bottle of Polish Vodka and kicked in his own door cause he locked himself out. He wouldn't let any of us help fix it and he neglected to reinforce the...Jam !"

That's when the Door popped open and they burst into Pete's room.

'Three more minutes. Hurry up timer!' was what Pete would have yelled, but all the guys heard was "Chug-chug-chug-chug-chug-chug-chug-chug" from the compressor.

Matt was right next to Pete and poking at the equipment in a heartbeat. "Our little buddy has been holding out. Mr "I'm-pretty-boring-when-it-comes-to-sex" has a kinky secret, and it ain't little either."

"That thing has got to be over seven feet tall." Evan suddenly came into Pete's limited view.

But Pete's mind was focused on Matt's hand as it grabbed the timer. Just where the valve release button was on the damned box. A minute to go on the timer and a hissing pop sounded the release of the thing from the "Filler Valve". Luckily the valve didn't allow any air out of Pete, but he was trapped as an inflatable until the timer pulled the valve out of him.

Naturally, that was when the timer went off. The mild electric shock nearly made Matt drop the timer.

Evan pulled the timer out of Matt's hands and somehow reconnected it in one simple move. "Stop playing with Pete's over-endowed, hyper-muscled inflatable...Twin?" He switched off the compressor and frowned at Pete's expanded body.

Matt had to step up on the bed to be able to get a close look at Pete's face. "I wonder if he posed for the thing or they did a life-casting of his face?"

Ken muttered, "Who posed for all the muscles?"

Dave was the first one to sound sorry for breaking into his friends room. "Ya know I blame ourselves for this."

Matt jumped off the bed. "What? I may have been the worst of us for all the short jokes. But nothing we said or did explains him making a blow-up doll that has his face on it. That had to cost a few bucks."

Dave pushed Matt to get his attention away from the Mega-Pete in front of them. "No, ya goof! We all made sure that he was responsible for renting the Giant Inflatable Bodybuilder. Whenever Boss-man Mike asked who was taking care of the Gym's entry in the Pride Parade, we all pointed to Pete. And on top of that, we've been ribbing him for the past two months over the damned thing."

Ken added another comment. "Hope he kept the receipts."

Matt was gently pulling at Pete's inch long, three-quarter inch diameter, left nipple. "Well if this is the biggest one he could rent, then we just got Pete fired from the gym. Shit!"

Evan's foot nudged a gallon bucket into view. "Hey. Maybe not. This stuff says "Extreme Elastic Cream" To insure "Inflatable" expands to the desired size, every inch of surface must receive one coat of cream for each multiple of expansion. 2 times current size, two coats. I wonder why they put inflatable in parenthesis?"

Ken sounded like he knew what he was talking about. "Different Giant Inflatable manufacturers calling the thing a Parade Balloon or anything else you could inflate. The Boss wanted a twenty foot tall Bodybuilder Balloon for the Pride Parade. That wimpy compressor isn't gonna blow it up three times it's size by tomorrow morning."

Evan stood up and decided to take charge. "I saw a big tank of helium by the garage. He got that part right. I say we put three coats of the stuff on this thing and start filling him with something that will get him off the ground."

Matt disconnected the compressor hose from the timer and pushed the compressor out of the way. He turned to Evan and smiled. "I'll take the left side, if you'll take the right. How thick a coat does the can say we have to apply to this thing?"

Evan handed a pair of thick blue rubber gloves to Matt and then picked up the bucket.

"Ok. says in the smaller print, that 'A coat of cream should be applied like suntan cream. Every inch of surface should be shiny as cream is applied. Excess Cream should be spread onto uncoated areas and the shine helps indicate total surface coverage. Shine will dull to matte finish in one half hour after application. Other coats may be applied after entire surface changes to Matte finish. (To be on the safe side, wait one half hour after completely coating the "Inflatable".)

Warning ! DO NOT APPLY MORE THAN FOUR COATS !!

If you start inflating "Inflatable" and stop before full size is attained, One more coat will allow 2 times original size. Two more coats will allow for 3 times original size.

If upon second sequence of inflation, full size is not attained before stopping...

DO NOT APPLY ANY MORE COATS !! DO NOT INFLATE "INFLATABLE" ANY MORE !!

Allow Inflatable to remain at size attained when inflation stopped and set Timer to Remove Valve."

Ken chuckled. "Remove valve? How are we supposed to deflate the thing after the parade?"

Evan opened the bucket and put on a pair of the blue rubber gloves. "That's only if we stop inflating him before he's the right size."

Dave frowned. "Him? The thing may be shaped like the meatiest bodybuilder I've ever seen, but it is still a thing." He looked up at Pete's face. "Sorry Blow-Up Mega-Pete, but thats the facts."

Evan grabbed a big dollop of cream and slapped it on Inflato-Pete's huge wang. "With a crank like this on him, I think I would be a little more respectful, if I were you."

Dave frowned for a second, then a goofy grin spread across his face. "Point taken. I will start using the proper words for the man. But we are going to have to find something to cover up the big guys package or we're all gonna be out of a job."

Ken once again had a question for the group. "Hey,yeah! Why did he make the thing so Uber-Anatomically correct?"

Evan and Matt were a third of the way through by then and Matt had the answer for that one. "We will just have to ask our kinky little buddy when he shows up."

And the final straw came just then, when Pete's telephone rang twice and the answering machine took the call. "Hello you've reached Pete. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can." BEEP.

"Hey Pete, this is Mac. I hope you've already left. I'm ready to help with that inflation thing and anything else that comes up. You said you need to get back to your place by one A M at the latest, for the Gym's Balloon to be ready for the parade. So get your butt up here and after we get you adjusted, I'll come back down with ya to your place and help get the other big guy Pumped Up." Click. Whirr.

Ken turned to Dave with a smile on his face. "So Pete really is hung? I thought you guys were winding me up."

Before Dave could answer, Matt chuckled and shook his head. "Nope. I am nine inches and we all agreed, our little buddy was at least as big as me."

Evan and Matt finished applying the first coat at the same time. Evan wasn't so worried anymore, about Pete or the Gym's Parade Balloon. "And thanks to this Mac guy, we know that Pete has finally gotten his priorities adjusted properly. He has all the things he needed for the Parade tomorrow, ready to be worked on. He's off to his buddy Mac's place to get his own stuff worked on, and we now know when he'll be back to take charge of the Big Blow-up Bodybuilder."

Matt gave the Inflatable Pete another good look. "Ya know that's the same expression I've seen on Pete's face when he is determined to get his way or he spits the truth in the eye of guys three times his size. Like he knows he could get smashed, but he refuses to knuckle under when some meat head doesn't like the truth."

Dave had pulled the wind up kitchen timer into Pete's room and set it for half an hour. "My image of Pete when he's like that is... A mega Chihuahua on steroids."

Evan chuckled. "Yeah. I like that image. That attitude gets respect from even the big dogs."

Ken had pulled a box full of brass fittings into the front room, to find the right one to connect the helium tank to the Timer's compressor connector. Another hand went in and stirred things around, before pulling one out. "No Dave. That one is too big on the female end. It won't fit on the helium tank."

Dave dropped the fitting and stirred the box a few more times. He plucked out two similar brass connectors. "Will these help connect things together?"

"Yeah. The larger one should connect to the tank nozzle, while the smaller one looks just right for the timer."

"Hey. I got that fifty foot compressor hose that should fit on the timer box thing. That way we have more than just a few feet of hose to work with when he gets really big."

"Good idea. Bring it in and we'll see what fits it to the tank."

Ken looked up as Dave headed out back to the storage shed. "Matt. What are you doing? Standing in Pete's doorway just staring at the thing?"

Matts voice trailed into the front room. "There is something odd about this balloon. Not one single tab or grommet to attach a rope or cord. They could have at least formed both hands into fists with a hole through em for rope to go through."

Evan carried in a large box followed by Dave with the Compressor hose. "While Dave was excavating part of the shed to find the hose, he came up with something we can turn our inflatable triple X, into a PG13."

Ken chuckled. "Oh Yeah. That's perfect. Ninety feet, of four foot wide rainbow flag. And we can use the White duck tape to keep it together."

Matt cleared his throat. "I guess that will help with the ropes we're gonna tie on him. How are we gonna do that with out looking like the Gay Bondage Gym?"

Dave burped out a laugh. "Our customers are strange enough as it is with out advertising for that kind of crowd. Bare feet and arms on the thing. We got that brown duck tape. Let's wrap his ankles like he's got those compression straps. Then after we put his rainbow diaper on, we can use the brown stuff to make it look like he's wearing a weight belt."

Matt cut in. "Yeah, that's perfect. We can put the Gym's name in the spot where the name usually goes on the belt and then run the ropes under that and the ankle straps. Put some of the same tape on his wrists half way up his forearm, and it'll look like those braces some of the heavy lifters use. And that gives us six spots to tie the big guy to, so he will not make an arial get-a-way in the middle of the parade."

Ken smiled at his friends. "Sounds great." He looked down at the table with the brass fittings and compressor hose. "With the part Dave found, we can connect the Helium tank to the fifty foot hose. This other part will connect the hose to the timer thing on our soon to be ginormous Inflatable Pete look-a-like."

Evan took up the thread. "Who will be stylin' in his Gay Pride Rainbow trunks. And his weight belt will be advertising TITAN GYM, as he is escorted along the parade by six big fine speedo clad muscle heads who happen to work at that same fine Gym."

Matt suddenly sounded a bit more serious. "We gotta make sure Pete is holding one of the ropes that goes to the big guys hand. Can't ya just see people look at Pete and then do a double take at a vision of Pete four times his size, floating along right above him. That'll get in the papers for sure."

Dave shook his head. "The Big Boss Man will love that. And Pete will finally get off the locker room mop up detail."

Ken chipped in. "About time. He'll get Employee of the Month after this. It's neat the boss actually gives the winner a month of supplements, instead of something lam e like a parking space."

Dave nodded. "I know what would be neat. If we could convince the boss to be one of the balloon wranglers. Get him in a pair of trunks that will just barely stretch over his huge thighs, and those army boots he wears all the time, and that would be all he needs."

Evan giggled. "Dave, what is it with you and the Boss' big ol' solid as a rock, Muscle Gut? You know there is no way the boss would walk down the street, bare chested and bare Roid gut. And you want him to do it in a parade?"

That was Dave's passion so he wasn't done yet. "Man. you have no idea how many hard core old style lifters would see that as a badge of true weight lifting prowess. Not an ounce of fat on it. Big and hard as one of those old Medicine balls they'd throw around to toughen up a boxer's stomach. When he does Squats, he'll get his weight belt strapped on under the thing and crank out ten, fifteen reps, at a weight that olympic lifters don't even get close to."

Matt snaughed. "Those quads of his are up to forty inches."

` Ken muttered, "Damn."

Dave got back to his story. "Yeah. Those huge thighs fighting with his huge meaty belly. Then the next day he'll do chest and his pecs will get so pumped, his nips get rolled underneath and ground into his belly as they start fighting for room... Ohhh."

Ken took a real good look at his friend. "Damn, Dave. You got it bad."

Matt had to poke a little at it. "Yer not gonna say anything about his shoulders, back or arms, huh?"

Dave just gave him a frown then the finger.

Ken didn't want to yank Dave's chain. But he did want to know something. "Dave. This is the first we ever heard how the Big Boss Man really turns you on. We just thought you loved roid guts and guys that resembled over-grown Samoans."

Dave had his head down, so Evan pushed him to get his head up and see they were his friends. Not some guys just picking on him. "Have you tried to let him know. Or complimented him on his lifts. You know. 'Hey Big Boss Man. Those are some awesome poundage's you're using on your lifts. They'd put any of the pro weight lifters to shame.' Then suggest he go for one of the local competitions."

"The last guy he went out with told him he'd win all the contests he entered, and he told the little fitness model weasel, that he was too old to compete. That little skinny rat didn't say a thing. Just let the boss think it was true. I felt like slapping them both. But I couldn't find a better job or a better boss."

Matt sounded indignant. "Big Boss Man is forty-two years old. He'll be lifting just as heavy, or more so, up till he's ninety years old. You SHOULD have slapped him. Or at least slapped the damn over-grown twink out of the way and told the big man, 'That's no way for a boyfriend to be when his big powerful lover says he's too old.' Ya know Pete would of started yapping in his face, demanding to know who hypnotized Big Boss Man into thinking that a man who can lift as much heavy weight as he can, is too old to compete at forty-two. It's those Professionals that want our Boss to think that."

Dave was fired up and his friends were helping him find a way. "Ya know you're right. He's still friends with some of those young Pro Lifters. I bet they feed him a line so they don't loose to the Big Boss Man. They'd have to find a real job then. I'm gonna risk getting slapped down by the big guy, but he's gonna know the truth as I see it and how much I believe in him." Dave wound down a bit but the fire wasn't going out any time soon.

Ken was smiling at his friend as he wrapped teflon tape on to the connections he had lined up on the table. "And we'll back you up on that opinion. You take him aside to tell him, but make sure we're close by incase he thinks it's a come on from a secret admirer. Not that you aren't. But if he doubts the truth of your opinion, you just turn to us and ask us to back you up. We will all tell him that a man with his raw strength and weight lifting talent should be putting those young knuckle-head Pro Lifters in their place. He's gonna win any competition he enters, what ever the age group."

Evan gave Dave a friendly punch to the shoulder. "Count me in. I'd like to see some first place weight lifting trophies stuck in the front window of the gym. Good advertising and a source of pride."

Matt added his two-cents worth with a smile for Dave. "That would surely put a smile on Big Boss Man's face every morning when he opened the gym. We are with you brother. Don't wait too long to tell him. Next few days you find a time to tell him and we will back you up one hundred percent."

There was a sparkle in Dave's eyes as he looked at each one of them. "Thanks guys. You are my brothers. And I have your back whenever you need me. I'm gonna tell the Big Boss Man right after the parade. When we tether the balloon at the park, I'm gonna pull him aside and tell him he has to compete. The gym deserves an owner that's willing to show the world just how strong he is. That will give all the guys at the gym some pride in the place. On top of that, it will bring in more customers that wanna work-out at a winning gym, put more money in Big Boss Man's pocket. I know that will put a smile on his face."

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The Kitchen timer went off with a jangling ring. Time to add another coat. Evan and Matt put the gloves back on and headed into Pete's room. Evan once again slapped a dollop of the cream onto Inflato-Pete's pecker. But before he could spread it out onto the thick appendage, his hand encountered another hand wrapped around it in the same way he was holding it. His head snapped up to see a lusty grin on Matt's face. His twinkling eyes looking deep into Evan's.

Matt broke the silence with softly spoken passion. "We can take our time on some of the better parts of our inflatable buddy. And maybe see how slick this stuff is on the real thing." His smile got wider as his hand reached for his pants zipper and pulled it open. Matt had been going 'commando' and his stiffening nine incher sprang out as soon as the zipper was at it's lowest. Matt threw a toothy grin at Evan and then glanced down at the tent that was growing in his pants. Evan looked at Matt's cock and chewed on his lower lip for a second. Then his left hand pulled his own pants zipper open and reached in to pull his jock strap off of his thickening dong. While he was in there he lathered up his balls with some of the 'Extreme Elastic Cream'; then coated his cock with what was left on the glove. Matt had the same idea and found the cream caused his balls to tingle like some of the fancy sex lube he'd tried last summer.

Their other hands were not idle. Wrapped around the mighty inflato-prong

of Expand-o-Pete, they were powerfully inspired by it's eighteen inch length and three inch diameter. And while they took ten minutes to insure that the cream on their own dicks was thoroughly applied, the same could be said for their application of cream on their new Blow-up Buddy. After the ten minute mark, they both contributed some cream of their own to the supply in the bucket. While they both produced three times their normal output, neither of them commented on it. They were too caught up in the big O to notice the other cumming so much. And their application of the cream to finish that second coat, mingled with their own and still covered their Buddy without reducing the EE Cream's potency.

With the completion of the second coat, they removed the gloves, made sure they were zipped up and checked for any globs of wayward cream on their clothes. A quick brotherly kiss (no tongues), a friendly chest bump and they left Inflato-Pete to dry for another half an hour. The Kitchen timer ticked away as they found day old Pizza in the fridge and Micro-waved it into submission

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Ken and Dave had taken the connectors and the hose out to where the helium tank had been stored by Pete. A bit more teflon tape and the hose was firmly attached to the helium tank; ready for the main inflation of Titan Gym's Gay Pride Parade Balloon. The real Parade Balloon was still in it's large crate on the alley side of the garage. Unfortunately, Pete was the only one in the house that parked on that side of the garage, so no one saw it before they inflated Pete to Twenty-one feet in height.

With Dave's help, Ken had the connections finished in five minutes. So when Dave asked Ken, "Now what should we do?" Ken had a ready answer. Along with some of the Extreme Elastic Cream and four thick hospital gloves. He had a pretty good idea what Mat and Evan would be doing in Pete's room, and he thought that was a fine idea to try out with Dave.

"Do the lights still work in the shed?" Ken gave Dave a sunny smile with that question.

"Yeah. Good enough to see most of the stuff in there." A slight frown fought with his normally smiling face. His curious grin won over the frown.

"Is anything covering the old couch. I mean other than a tarp."

"Nope. Actually just a big sheet keeping the dust off it." Now Dave's smile got bigger.

"And does the d..."

Dave's chuckle interrupted Ken's question. "Yes the door still locks from the inside. Come on. I can see you have something planned. Work your wicked ways on my young body."

He pulled Ken into the shed, closed and locked the door; and then turned on the light. He was very close to Ken as they looked into each other's eyes. A tender smile and a quick kiss.

Ken was about to speak but Dave cut him off again. "Before you get started I must tell you that every one of your pranks, plans, practical and impractical jokes have left me impressed and pleased with the result. Even when I had to clean it up at the gym. I say this just to let you know you don't have to sell me on it. Whatever it is, I'm with you all the way. OK I'm done talking your ear off." And that cheeky boyish grin spread across Dave's face.

Ken's smile grew wider as he moved back to get a better look at Dave. Dave hardly ever let people know just how smart he really was. He rarely interrupted anyone, particularly in matters of sex or humor. So all this gabbing slightly surprised Ken, even thought he really knew how smart his house mate was. And his contemplation of a more aggressive Dave took just a little longer than Dave was ready to allow.

"Just to let you know, I didn't say this to stop you from talking, cause I love how your voice rumbles in your chest when you start elaborating on a joke you need help with."

Ken's face became sultry and a throaty bestial rumble of a non-verbal question vibrated out of his thick chest as if he'd asked Dave, "Really/"

"Oh yeah. And another FYI. I love the way you smell, whether it's just come out of the shower or just finished in the gym. That scent of walnuts just makes me go nuts. Get my nose anywhere near your armpit and I'll do anything you want me to."

Ken's hands shot straight up and pushed on the ceiling of the shed. "OK Loverboy. Rip my shirt off me this instant." Ken barely finished speaking and Dave had shreds of cloth in his hands. Ken's eyes grew wider. The speed and strength Dave used to obey Ken made him feel ten feet tall. Dave lowered his hands and the shreds fluttered to the ground. Dave slowly tipped his whole body towards Ken as his nose was pulled closer and closer to its need and desire. Ken dropped his right arm so he could tweak his left nipple and then pull the slab of his pectoral muscle away from the armpit Dave was gravitating towards.

A throaty chuckle bubbled out of Ken's mouth. "Dave you better burry your nose in my pit for a good five minutes, cause after that I have some things we will have to do to each other.

And I want my stink all over that handsome face of yours. You got me feeling like one really big meaty cat and I want everyone to know you are my cat toy. My pit juice on you makes you my Dave. Mine. Mine. Mine." Ken's last word turned into a growl and a chuff like a tiger. His lips pulled back as Dave bathed his face in Ken's pit juice. Ken pulled Dave closer and started nibbling on the back of his neck. Ken felt like a bengal tiger examining a potential mate. Making sure only Dave's own scent was on him and no other cat. Dave hardly noticed his own shirt torn to shreds by Ken; he was so lost in covering himself in Ken's scent.

It was longer than five but less than ten minutes when Ken decided they should move on to more intense sex play. "Ken. Stop. Stand up straight and bounce your pecs."

Instant obedience. Thick meaty slabs of beef bouncing up and down on Dave's chest.

His half lidded eyes focused on Ken's mouth. His body quivered slightly in anticipation, but continued bouncing only his pecs. Ken whispered, "Stop. give me a double biceps flex. Slowly pump those suckers. Rotate the head of each one slowly.." A few moments of that, then.

"Now drop you hands to your pants and make yourself completely naked." Dave's pants dropped to his flip flops and he stepped out of them. His jock strap was completely deformed. A thick seven and a half inch prong was tearing the cloth from the elastic band. The end of his stiff cock was drooling precum through the cloth so fast it was starting to drip down to a growing puddle on the shed floor. Ken was about four inches taller than Dave. That let Ken step closer and reach up and then down onto Dave's thick traps and squeeze them just before Dave realized Ken was doing it. "Grab those big glutes of your and shove your straining cock onto my abs. I want that precum lubing up my belly from my navel down to my pubes."

Dave grabbed his butt and moaned as his dick made contact with Ken's belly. "That's it. Spread it around first. You know I'll want you back up there filling my navel with more of that love juice. You are my Dave. I know you can do what ever I tell you to do. Yeah that's it, drench those short and curly hairs."

Ken started massaging Dave's shoulders. Massively squeezing them, then releasing blood back into them. They seemed to get thicker as he continued. "I know you can do this so you will just do it when I tell you to. Understood ?"

Dave's eyes flashed up to Ken's then back to his mouth. Dave tried not to smile a cocky smile. But he knew he would do whatever Ken told him top do, now that Ken's pit juice was soaking into his brain through his nose. He felt ten feet tall and would grow that tall if Ken told him to. He didn't know how he would, he just knew he would do it for Ken and more of his pit stink. Dave's voice seemed to be an octave lower than normal. "Understood." His body seemed to be a little wider. What Dave hadn't seen was Ken putting on the hospital gloves and coating them with the Extreme Elastic Cream. Ken's hands started rubbing Dave's wide thick back. Then his delts and forward onto his pecs. He rubbed down Dave's arms one at a time, then the forward facing part of his Lats. He pulled a bit more of the cream from the open plastic bag in his back pocket, as he crouched down to work on Dave's Quads. He coated the left thigh and calf muscle then worked on the right one. Ken buried his nose in the sad remnants of Dave's jockstrap, as he coated Dave's big glutes. Ken's own need to chew on that sticky soaked jockstrap, caused him to pull the thing right off of Dave's straining precum drooling cock. He sucked some of the juice out of it before he tucked it in his front pocket. Another dollop of the cream and Dave's balls were coated and fondled for a good three minutes. Then the same reverence was shown Dave's dick.

"I'm going to describe what your body is going to do and you will just do it. No thinking. Not much feeling till you finish my command. Then I will let you feel what just happened. You can think about it next week sometime. But not much of that if it interferes with what I want you to be. And for your obedience I will give you weeks and weeks of my pit stink, body funk scent, covering you from head to toe."

Dave's eyes started to roll to the back of his head. "You will not orgasm yet. Soon, but not till I tell you to. For this moment you will start pumping out three times as much precum as you were before. I will tell you when you can stop. Pump precum now." Softly spoken, but the response was like a fountain. it was coming out of Dave's piss slit so fast it made an arc before it headed towards the ground.

Ken's eyes widened. "That pleases me greatly, my Dave. You are my big Big Dave."

He stepped closer and the stream of precum jetted into Ken's navel and fanned out above it a good five inches. "You deserve some more pit stink." Ken pulled Dave's head into his right pit.

A moan escaped Dave's mouth as he tried to suck in as much of Ken's body funk. When Ken thought enough was coating his lovers face he said, "We have more to do. Don't worry. You will get much more of that and soon." Dave quivered but did not try to cum.

Ken scooped another dollop of cream into his glove and started to cover Dave's flat eight pack abs. He did this four times and really massaged ever belly muscle as he did it. "Take big deep breaths. Fill those lungs. Expand that ribcage. Good. Now as I push on your abs I want you to push back and make them thicker. When we are done in the next ten minutes, I want that belly to be a perfect round ball of muscle gut with pecs that bulge out so far that the nipples have been forced down under them and are crushed between your huge muscle gut and enormous pecs."

Dave's eyes got wider but he just nodded. "Good. You are my Big Big Dave. Now stop pumping out your precum." The fountain stopped. Ken looked a little sad but his smile returned.

"Now you will make your balls swell to four times their current size. Do so in the next two minutes." Dave blinked and shuddered then shifted his stance. His feet spread wider. then his balls visibly grew larger and larger. But his growing gut slowly cast a huge shadow over his groin. "That's right. My big Dave is huge."

Dave's gut reached perfect roundness as his balls dropped lower and larger. They were as big as baseballs when they stopped swelling.. Ken slid his hand into his left pit and then clamped it over Dave's hose. "Yes, my big big Dave, I am pleased. Make me happier and grow that nose a good two inches wider along with your head and your eyes two and a half inches farther apart." A low moan and a wet popping sound signaled Dave's new growth.

"Make your throat three inches wider as well as you lungs gaining some size while your ribcage expands four more inches wider."

"Good. now widen your hips six inches so it can support that gut." Another wet popping sound heralded Dave's changes. His thick thighs were suddenly farther apart. "Now there will be room for your Big Dave big thick cock. Make your erect cock grow to sixteen inches in length and three inches in diameter."

Longer and thicker it grew. The weight tried to pull it down but Dave's strength over came that trend. With a slap against his muscle gut, his cock tried to point higher, only to be stopped by that massive belly of meat. Ken reached down and forced Dave's dick down away from his stomach. Then he released it to watch as precum flew from the tip as it smacked against his belly. "Oh my God. Dave I want you to be able to feel this for right now, so you can tell me if that feels good.. Do you understand what I want, my big Dave?"

Dave's smile was radiant. "Yes Ken. You just want me to be able to feel my balls and dick and belly as you smack them together. Then tell you what they feel like."

"Exactly. OK here goes again." The cock was pulled down and Dave moaned. when Ken released the huge manmeat. It had a faster spring back to the belly and he sucked in a huge deep breath. He let it out as his cock gushed cum onto Ken's body. At least a pint with each spurt. And Dave shot fifteen equally huge loads, over the next minute. Every four seconds another shot. By the fifth load, Ken had slipped to his knees so he could be bathed in the massive out pouring of his enormous lover. The last three loads went straight down Ken's throat. He couldn't help himself. All that sweet cum and he wanted more.

Dave was leaning on Ken's shoulders to keep from falling over. The orgasm caused Dave's sex play induced mental state to slip back to his normal thinking. And with all that had happened to his body, his only thought was how he could repay his wonderful playful loving friend. "Ken. Next time will you be my Big Big Ken and grow huge for me. I do love you just the way you are right now, but I would also love to have you big enough to be able to hold me.

Even with all the great changes, I think that would satisfy me the longest. Cause you held all my dreams and let me be them. Now that makes you my biggest dream."

Then Dave pulled Ken's cum soaked body to his and kissed him deep and hard. And he received the same passionate kiss in return. A deep burp from Ken broke the moment in to mutual laughter. "Man, I am full !!" In the silence that followed they heard the kitchen timer going off.

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