Photogenic - Pts 1-2

By JMH02003a

Aidan always could find the weirdest shops, no matter where we were. It was no different in the bazaar in Morocco. He wound his way through the little carts in the streets, it was hard for my eyes to follow him. I saw glimpses of him as his tussled blonde hair glistened golden under the hot sun. I made contact with his evergreen eyes and finally wormed my way to him. He was smiling at a little woman as she passed him a camera.

"Hey Julian! Take a look at this great camera. It's, like, an antique... I think." He handed me the camera for my inspection. I wasn't an appraiser, but it was safe to say the camera was old. It had a wooden frame and had that corrugated paper front. I studied it and shelled out some money. Aidan stared at me for a second "Aren't you going to ask how much it is?" I snapped out of my daze of staring at the camera "Oh... yeah... Ma'am, how much is this?" She looked at the money in my hand, just a 20 and a 5. "This is enough." She said cheerfully and grabbed it from me "Thank you!"

I looked at Aidan, who was just as amused as I was. "Come on, we've got a plane to catch."

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The plane was humid and sticky, much like the weather we had just left. I was glad to be off it, away from the crying babies and loud senior citizens. I checked the camera as we rode from the airport. It was strange. Inside were several compartments, each shaped like a kind of film, even modern film types. "Hey Aidan... can we stop by a film place?" He nodded in agreement "Sure, but I don't think you'll find the right kind of film for that camera." I went to the shop and picked up a few sets of polaroid cartridges and slid one in. We headed for home.

It was nice to be back in the old apartment. Aidan pulled off his sweaty shirt and searched in the fridge as I made my way to the living room. The soft couch was inviting after such a long trip. I sat down on it and looked at the camera a bit more. Aidan walked in with two Pepsi's. In a bit of a joking manner, I pulled the camera and took two shots. Aidan covered his eyes and laughed. I took the two shots and began to shake them, kicking the developer into action. They caught my eye.

I looked to Aidan. He wasn't a big guy, but he had tone. His tanned body weighed in at 150 pounds. Then I looked to the photos, he looked bigger in the photos. His chest and arms looked a bit bigger in the first, but I couldn't really tell. I looked at Aidan's legs, which in reality had plenty of room. But on the first photo they had less, and on the second, they filled the holes of his shorts. I studied the chest in his photo. It was beefier, it protruded from his body a bit. His shoulders were rounder.... I looked at Aidan as he sat down next to me.

He opened his Pepsi, and I thought I saw his arm flex. I watched him. I looked at his chest as he drank. It began to swell. I watched as his pecs bulged out, his nipple almost moving up a little as the mass below it grew. I stared at his stomach as his abs became cut and defined. His arm wasn't flexing at all, it was growing. He didn't notice how big he was getting, or how strong. He accidentally began to crush his pop can. He felt the can crush and opened his eyes. He looked down and almost jumped when he saw what was happening. He climbed from the couch and tried to see what was happening all over him.

I watched his legs pulsing. Each throb that registered in the muscle tissue caused it to grow, and soon enough, his legs swelled into the shorts. He turned to see his butt, which undoubtedly was becoming uncomfortable, and I saw what was happening. His shorts were stretching tight across his butt, his lats were filling out, his triceps and back becoming far more cut and sensuous. I was watching what could only be considered a ballet of mass and power. He turned to me, panicking, his innocent face becoming more square and masculine, sitting atop a pillar of mass that was his neck. His heavy pecs topped his torso beautifully, and his arms for all their newfound strength could keep him from exploring this transformation with his hands.

Aidan darted into the bathroom and jumped on the scale. He laughed in pleasure and exclaimed "200 pounds Julian, I'm 200 pounds!" I walked into the bathroom with the camera, running my hands over his solid frame. It was incredible. I loved it, and so did he. "Julian... 200 pounds..." He said, smiling in disbelief. I leaned over and whispered in his ear "Not for long..." •

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I stood in front of the mirror with Aidan, running my hand over his solid new body. I pulled up the camera once more, pointing it at his reflection and quickly snapped two more pictures. He looked at me in amused surprise. "What are you doing? Aren't I big enough?" I pulled out the two photos and began to shake them. "Well, why wouldn't you want to be bigger if you could have it right away?" Aidan smiled and said to me "I guess you're right."

I watched the photo develop, showing a larger Aidan, and surprisingly standing next to him was part of myself, larger as well. I noticed that Aidan was nude in both pictures, which in a way made sense, since his shorts were clinging for life already. I took off my shirt and watched what was about to happen. I rubbed my small stomach and leaned on Aidan once more. He picked up the photos and prodded my side. "You're going to love this Jul, it feels great." I looked at myself once more as I felt a heat gathering in my body. I was 187 pounds, not fat or anything, but I had a bit of a stomach. I wondered what would happen with it.

Then it began. I felt a heat spread into my chest. I watched the mirror as Aidan and I began our changes. His chest heaved out once more. His abs grew more defined. I lifted my shirt to see what was happening. As I pulled it off, I was not greeted by the same cut look. My pecs were indeed growing, as well as my biceps. I was surging with power, but my pants were getting tight from the one thing I didn't think the camera would do. My midsection was not shrinking, but instead it was puffing outward. My stomach enlarged beneath my progressively beefier pecs. I looked over at Aidan, who had pulled off his shorts. His muscles weren't the only things getting bigger.

Aidan reached over and stroked my solid gut as it swelled. He ran his hand down the crevice between my beefing pecs and gave a squeeze to my swelling biceps. He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off of me, getting closer to me. "Julian, this is the hottest thing ever." I swallowed and nodded. My pecs touched his, rubbing against each other was we continued to swell. I felt his massive biceps, then placed my hands on his expanding lats. He put his hands on my butt, the skin pushed past his finger tips bit by bit, it was amazing. My stomach rubbed across his abs, our biceps caressed each other, our huge thighs forced our stances apart. Then it was over.

Aidan patted my stomach once more, then stood on the scale. He smiled as the number flashed at him. "That's another 50 pounds. I'm bodybuilder material now Julian." He stepped off the scale and pushed me on to it. It blinked again. 265 pounds. I laughed "Well, I was going to say that you should get used to being the big one, but thanks to this thing.." I bounced my firm gut " I'm still in the lead." Aidan pulled me off the scale and rubbed my firm chest " oh, I don't mind you being in the lead... not when you look as hot as this... How about we.... y'know..." For the first time, I noticed we both had hardons. "Sure, I've never done it with a bodybuilder before." I looked at him, my expression sly. "And I've never done it AS a bodybuilder before." He held onto my paunch and pulled me out of the room. •