Chapter 43 - Geno-type pt. 43

Jake could feel himself falling. Maybe falling wasn’t the right word, but Jake couldn’t think of any better way to describe the feeling. He was still lying atop his colossal nuts, but the ground below him seemed to be getting closer by the second. Jake gasped in shock when he realized what was happening. His dick was getting smaller by the second. All of his hard work was evaporating out from under him. Jake tilted his head up to get a look at his dwindling shaft. It even looked like it was evaporating; the air around it seemed to shimmer like a mirage.
           
Jake was on the verge of panic. He had come too far to be normal again. His house sized cock made him special. He no longer blended into the crowd like the good little worker bee he had spent his whole life trying to be. He was to be the biggest. He was to be the best, but now that dream was fading out from under him.
           
Truth be told, Jake wasn’t a fan of the whole immobility part of having a mountain sized wang, but it had a certain allure to it. He had spent his entire life hiding who he was from everyone he knew. Coming out to his friend had been so liberating, and then this had happened. As Jake got bigger and bigger it became impossible to hide. People stared. At first Jake was worried and even a little embarrassed, but he grew to like it. Let them stare. Let them make snide comments when they thought he couldn’t hear them. They didn’t matter anymore. They were insignificant to him; tiny specs beneath his ever expanding cock. He would never have to be afraid of them ever again.
           
But now he was losing the one thing that had set him apart from everyone else. Jake didn’t know what to do. He pleaded with his dick to stop shrinking. He begged whoever might be listening to help him. Jake could feel something happening. It started out small, just a small spark in the back of his mind, but quickly spread until his entire brain felt like it was raging with a cold fire. His shrinking abruptly ground to a halt. Jake breathed a sigh of relief. He was still much smaller than he had been, but at least now he had stopped dwindling.
           
Jake's cock had stopped shrinking at about eight feet long. It was still huge by any rational standards. It was still longer than his body and wide enough for him to easily rest atop it like a twin sized bed, but it was nowhere near the mountain of cock Jake had had just a minute ago. His new measurements even paled in comparison to what he had accepted as his “small” size.

Jake’s new position gave him a clear view of the new arrivals. Dalton was walking slowly towards Jake while staring intently at his tablet and poking at the screen. “Odd…” Dalton muttered to himself as he continued to try to fiddle with the slider on his screen. He couldn’t figure out why the slider would not go down any lower than it already had.

Sam was following sheepishly behind Dalton. His slower gait was caused by a combination of trepidation and shame and the weight of his own huge wang. Sam’s four footer was slung awkwardly over his shoulder and his huge beach ball sized nuts scraped the ground as he stumbled along. Sam was now worried about what Dalton was capable of. There was a strange sort of twisted genius at work underneath that shaggy mop of sandy brown hair.

Dalton looked up from his tablet as once he got within a few feet of Jake’s humongous dick and he looked up and smiled at Jake. The smile caused Jake’s stomach to turn. There was something about Dalton that just made Jake’s hairs stand on end. He seemed nice enough in general, but he always had this smug air of superiority to him. Dalton’s smugness was almost the polar opposite of Tyler’s. Tyler’s cocky attitude was cute and endearing; everyone knew that Tyler was genuinely a nice guy who was just a bit of a showoff. On the other hand, Dalton was just, well… douchey. He seemed to have this notion that he was morally superior to anyone he met. His pathological infallibility was one of the things that insured that he had no really close friends. People could tolerate him in small doses, but he could quickly grate on your nerves.

Jake and Dalton had a bit of a history. Every time they met Dalton seemed to make a game of trying to get into Jake’s pants. Dalton did that with pretty much every guy he met, but it was a little different with Jake. It had all started about a year or so ago at one of their mutual friend’s birthday parties. Jake had been awkwardly hanging out in the corner while Tyler showboated his way around like the social butterfly he was. Dalton was also making his rounds in the crowd trying to score a quickie or three with any of the gay, bi, or curious guys he could find. There were plenty of sexual repressed teenagers at these functions and the fact that there was not so secretly a fair amount of under-aged drinking going on always seemed to result in Dalton getting drilled at least once during the course of the night.

Jake had been pondering what it would be like to actually have a go with Dalton that night. Jake had already accepted that he was batting for the other team, but still too afraid to admit it openly. Having a go with Dalton would have been the theoretically perfect means of trying it out. It was commonly accepted that going a round with Dalton wasn’t technically considered gay. There was plenty of booze and he was a willing hole, and besides, it seemed like half the guys in school in school had had their way with him.
                      
Jake let his mind wander as it tends to do. He wondered what it would be like. Would Dalton be as hung as the rumors suggested? The reports were a bit mixed here. Some of the “straight” guys would always boast about how much bigger they were than that little fag. They claimed that bottoming suited him well, but the openly gay crowd would lament how big of a shame that that glorious cock was wasted on a bottom.

Jake tried to imagine what Dalton’s cock looked like. It wasn’t too hard to do with the outline of Dalton’s thick meat easily visible through his skin tight khakis. The pants really accentuated his best features. Jake’s eyes kept drifting back and forth between that thick package and that amazing ass. It was a shame about Dalton’s personality or he would actually be quite the catch.

Jake must have been staring too hard because when his eyes eventually pulled themselves away from the thick contours of Dalton’s dick, he realized that Dalton was walking straight towards him with a predatory gleam in his eyes. Jake quickly tried to act like he wasn’t checking Dalton out, but Dalton wasn’t about to let him go so easy.

“Hey, sexy. Like what ya see?” Dalton cooed as he brushed up against Jake; Dalton’s hand slipped down low and caressed Jake’s throbbing erection. Jake’s cover was officially blown. Jake was actually seriously considering throwing caution to the wind and plowing Dalton right then and there. None of the other people at the party would care. It was the perfect chance… but Jake just couldn’t shake the thought that maybe, somehow, word of this would reach his parents. He didn’t know how, but he knew they would find out. Then he would either have to come out or try and play it off as having just been drunk. Somehow neither option seemed like a good idea. If he played drunk he would lose his car, but if he came out he could lose his home.

Jake’s overactive nerves and ability to come to the worst conclusion made short work of his boner. He pushed Dalton off as politely as he could in the situation while stammering “Really. I can’t. I mean. I’m not interested. I’ve got to go. Sorry.” Surprisingly enough, Dalton let Jake get away, but the look in his eyes told Jake that this was just the beginning of their little game.

Sure enough, Dalton made an effort to go out of his way to flirt with Jake at every subsequent event. Jake somehow always managed to be looking at Dalton at the perfect moments. Like Dalton would somehow manage to be stretching at the right moment so that Jake would get to see the entirety of his treasure trail and a little tuft of pubes rising out of low cut of his pants, or Dalton would need to bend over at the exact moment for Jake to get a perfect view of his amazing ass. Every time Dalton did something like this he would flash Jake a sultry grin; his eyes sparkled behind his round frames with the predatory glint of a cat chasing its favorite toy. It had become a bit of a sport to Dalton. He just loved making Jake squirm.

Now Dalton was approaching Jake with that same self satisfied look on his face. He had Jake exactly where he wanted him. Jake was having trouble pulling his eyes away from that fantastic cock swinging between Dalton’s legs. It was amazing as far as rationally proportioned cocks go. Jake could definitely see how Dalton got his reputation.

Dalton could tell that Jake was checking out his equipment and smiled even broader. “Like what you see, Jack? Twelve inches. Long considered to be the holy grail of size queens everywhere. Although, I suppose it must seem pretty small to someone like yourself.” Dalton patted the side of Jake’s massive cock for emphasis as he spoke. Dalton then turned around and leaned back against the side of Jake’s enormous dick and gestured off into the distance. “Although I suppose even yours must seem tiny to something like that.”

Jake turned his head so he could follow Dalton’s gaze. Dalton was right. Tyler’s dick was absolutely colossal compared to both of them. They were staring down the head of the behemoth. The slit stretched hundreds and hundreds of feet up into the air. It was hard for them to tell really just how big it was because the cock vanished into the darkness of the night before they could even see the top. Jake couldn’t help but gawk at the leviathan. All that size should have been his, but here he was reduced down to such meager measurements.
Tyler’s cock was so huge that Jake could easily take up residence inside of it. It would be a nice shelter from the elements, and it would give Jake a front row seat to any waves of cum that might come rocketing out of that geyser. That would be fine with Jake. After they figure out how to turn Tyler’s growth powers back on, Jake would need lots and lots of cum to get him back up to fighting weight.

Dalton on the other hand, still had the same smug expression on his face. “Seems a little excessive, don’t you think?” Dalton said thoughtfully. “Can’t even move like that. Can’t be with his friends. Can’t do anything but lay there and cum. Hardly a way to live, don’t you agree? Why don’t we help him out.” Dalton’s grin spread wider and his lips parted, flashing his neat rows of shiny, white teeth. The Cheshire Cat grin gave Jake the willies.

Jake looked at Dalton and tilted his head a bit in confusion. What was he babbling on about? Help him? With what? How? Jake was vaguely aware of some movement off to the side where Tyler was and so he turned to look. What he saw took him by surprise. Tyler’s giant cock was shrinking fast! The air around it seemed to shimmer and shine as the vast amount of mass dissipated. Down and down Tyler’s cock shrank. What once rivaled the largest structures in the world was soon the length of a train, and then the length of a submarine. It continued to shrink as Jake watched on in helpless shock. Soon the entirety of the fallen giant was swallowed by the darkness.

Jake and Dalton continued to wait in silence until Tyler finally staggered towards them out of the darkness. Jake couldn’t tell how big Tyler’s cock was anymore, in fact, he couldn’t see it at all. Tyler was able to cover his shame with just his left hand.
           
“And here’s the man of the hour himself.” Dalton introduced Tyler dramatically. As Tyler trudged closer, Jake could see that his cheeks were flush with embarrassment. Dalton gave a mocking whistle of awe as Tyler got close. With a smug smile a nod Dalton spoke to Tyler. “Check out those factory defaults. Four and a half inches? It’s no wonder you wanted this power.”
           
Tyler turned another shade of red, but this time out of anger. He didn’t know who this douchebag was, but he was somehow responsible for Tyler losing everything. Tyler balled his free hand into a fist and prepared to smack that cocky smile clean off his tooly face, but he froze in his tracks as he felt another tingling down below.
           
Dalton made a quick poke on his pad and then held up his hands in a motion to placate the angry young athlete. “Woah, woah, hold on there. I’m on your side. You should be happy. After all, I just saved you from a lifetime of being stuck as a small spec on that bulbous mass you call a cock.” Dalton seemed amiable enough, but then his voice darkened. There was an obvious menacing tone in his next statement. “And it’s in your best interest to stay on my good side.” Dalton nodded towards Tyler’s covered dick.
           
Tyler could feel his stomach churning, but he had to see for himself. He tilted his hand back enough so that he could see the remnants of his once proud dick. He was hung like a squirrel. His twig and berries were downgraded a sprig of holly. His dick probably wouldn’t even cap out at two inches fully hard. Tyler’s heart sank, and he lowered his fist in defeat.
           
“I knew you’d see things my way.” Dalton beamed smugly as he looked at Tyler. Dalton was completely sure in his victory, and Tyler could do nothing but sulk dejectedly. “Now don’t look at me like a kicked puppy. I’ll tell you what. I’ll even sweeten the pot.” Dalton made a quick poke or two at his tablet, and almost instantly Tyler could feel his cock growing again.
Tyler looked down and saw that his dick had indeed grown some. Not a lot, but definitely better than what he used to have. “Seven inches.” Dalton confirmed. “See? It pays to play nice. You be good to me and I can be very good to you.” Dalton started off sounding cheery, but his voice darkened again. “But don’t even think about trying to steal my pad. I’d hate to think of what would happen if this were to somehow break after I had already managed to delete that little tadger of yours.”
 