Chapter 25 - Geno-type pt. 25

As Sam slogged back to his house, Jake was taking stock of his current predicament. He needed to clean up pretty bad. He had worked up quite a sweat during the day, and he felt overall grimy and gross. He was also coated in spunk; most of it was dry by now, but everything below his knees was currently soaking in a crater of creamy jizz.
           
Jake looked around in awe at the damage to Sam’s backyard. Jake’s massive dick had quite literally left a lasting impression on the landscape. There was a long shallow trench, where his cock had been lying, and one large crater where his monstrous balls had smashed deep into the terrain. Jake knew he should feel bad about the damage he had done; on a certain level he did, but he was also beaming with pride over the sheer scope and magnitude of his colossal endowments.
           
Jake managed to wade out of the slimy pond of cum. His cock was now saturated with jizz inside and out; on the outside because he had just had to drag his junk through a small lake of spunk, and on the inside because Tyler had blasted his load deep down Jake’s shaft not too long ago. Jake realized he had probably ejected all of Tyler’s spooge when he had let loose his own torrential load, but he liked to believe that he still had a bit of Tyler’s juices deep within him. The thought made him feel warm and fuzzy inside, as well as aroused and twitchy down low.
           
From outside of the jizz pool, Jake could begin to get a feel for just how large the crater he had left was. It was quite a bit bigger around than the average store bought kiddy pool, but nowhere near as large enough to really be considered a swimming pool. It was definitely not deep enough to swim in. Jake sighed a bit, thinking about how nice it would have been if it actually were big enough for swimming. He figured that between Tyler and him, they could fill a home swimming pool. Probably, Jake thought. He’d soon be able to fill one by himself easy enough if things went right.
          
As it was, Jake’s prized cum puddle was only really large enough for wading, and maybe sitting down and relaxing in. It was kind of like a hot tub only filled with jizz instead of water. Jake considered this a bit. He wondered if he knew anyone that had a hot tub who would let him use it. Jake would love to settle down and relax in his own private jizzcuzzi.
The downside to his open air jizz pool was that it was quickly cooling. The thought of taking a nice hot soak in a warm spooge bath sounded amazing, but if left in its current state it would quickly begin to cool and coagulate. Jake really didn’t want to slog around in a chilly quagmire of spooge.
           
Jake paced the perimeter of his enormous dickprint as he continued to marvel at the sheer size. As he reached the tip of the imprint he began to notice the smaller, less pronounced indentation of Tyler’s own penis. Tyler’s was huge, massive even, but it did not have the sheer size and weight that Jake’s did to allow it to sink deep into the soggy ground. Jake pondered the shapes with bemused fascination; what would people think if they saw them from above? Would there be a media circus surrounding the bizarre dick shaped patterns that had appeared all over a local field?
           
Jake chuckled to himself as he imagined the tabloids exploding with the news of alien pranksters drawing cocks across the surface of the earth; giant dick doodles visible from hundreds of feet in the air. Hundreds of feet? Jake could do better than that. Give him a week and he’ll be able to make cock circles that are visible from space, Jake thought to himself with a sense of smug satisfaction and a grin to match.
           
Jake’s daydreams were rudely interrupted by the wet smack of a damp, projectile washrag to the side of the face. Jake peeled the rag off his face and readied a retort as he turned to face his assailant. He only managed “Hey! What’s the i-“ before getting sprayed in the face by a cold jet from the hose.
           
Tyler was giggling like a little kid who had just worked up the courage to say ”fart” for the first time. He was laughing so hard that his grip on the trigger for the hose had slipped a bit reducing the stream intensity from piercing beam to fine mist. Tyler loved ruining Jake’s daydreams. Tyler loved the look of bewildered indignation that Jake always had on his face as he was forcibly snapped back into reality, and Tyler especially loved the way that Jake’s look of defiance quickly softened when he saw Tyler.
           
Jake couldn’t stay mad at Tyler. Not that he was mad to begin with, just startled. Jake’s default reaction to being caught off guard was always to act angry. Jake saw Tyler standing before him; trying to shoot Jake some more with the hose but failing miserably. Tyler was laughing too hard to aim the hose properly or grip the trigger tight enough to get a decent stream going. Jake’s demeanor softened and a smile crept onto his face. “Oh, you think this is funny do you?” Jake roared in feigned rage.
           
Jake tried to charge at Tyler, but his junk was so huge that it made it very hard for him to move quickly; or at all for that matter. Jake lumbered awkwardly towards Tyler. Jake had managed to hoist his hefty dick over his shoulder to get it out of his way, but it was so long that it dragged along the ground behind him. It was also incredibly heavy, and it was so thick that it was like trying to carry a tree trunk over his shoulder.

His dick was only half the problem, though. His balls were so huge now that they scraped the ground as he walked. Jake’s massive, full pouch made it very difficult to move his legs. Each step consisted of him shoving a nut out of his way with his leg as he dragged his body forward; it was exhausting.

Fortunately, Tyler seemed to have just as much trouble moving. His massive, sagging nuts anchored him firmly to the ground. Tyler tried unsuccessfully to back away from Jake’s lurching advance. The combination of his giggle fit, the weight of his gigantic package, and the slick terrain caused him to lose his footing and fall flat on his back. Tyler realized that he was beaten, and so he dropped the hose and just lay there, laughing, as he awaited his fate.

Jake couldn’t help but want to have a little more fun at Tyler’s expense. Seeing Tyler lying there, helpless and exposed, gave Jake an idea. Jake walked up beside Tyler, and in one, strained motion, managed to throw his leg over Tyler’s body so that he was now standing directly over Tyler. Jake’s massive balls were resting heavily on Tyler’s chest. Tyler was completely pinned down by nothing other than the sheer weight of his boyfriend’s nuts.

Jake was teabagging Tyler without even needing to squat down at all. The scenario was a strangely erotic throwback to the many hours the two of them had wasted duking it out on Halo. Jake always won when the two of them went mano a mano. In the virtual world, Tyler’s muscles and endurance didn’t help him at all. Jake’s ruthless efficiency, and calculated attacks, easily trumped Tyler’s spray and pray mentality.

It had become a bit of a ritual that Jake would go over and teabag Tyler after he had won the match. What Jake had never dared admit at the time was that he secretly wished he could rub his junk across Tyler’s face in the real world, too. Now one of his darkest fantasies was coming true.

Even in Jake’s wildest dreams, he had never imagined it like this, though. His balls were so large that they completely eclipsed all of Tyler’s torso. He could feel Tyler’s face buried into the underside of his nutsack. Jake had dreamed of rubbing his junk against Tyler’s face, but it would be more accurate to say that Tyler was rubbing his face against Jake’s junk. Tyler seemed to be enjoying this as much as Jake was, if not more so.

Jake was getting really aroused by this. He could feel his dick swelling up, making it harder for him to continue to hold it up. It was getting heavier by the moment. Not to mention that it was getting to be so thick around that Jake could no longer support it with just one arm. Jake’s arm was too tired to support it any longer and he let it fall to the ground beside him with a heavy smack. Jake’s massive python began to straighten itself out as it became harder and harder; soon it was pointing straight forward as it achieved a semi erect state.

If Jake had looked back he would have seen Tyler’s own cock doing much the same thing. Tyler’s dick was inflating rapidly as it lifted itself off the ground. He was so turned on by being pinned under his lover’s balls. Tyler’s entire field of vision was filled with Jake’s nuts. Tyler wanted to reach up and squeeze Jake’s balls with both hands, but both of his arms were completely immobilized by the sheer mass of the package on top of him. Instead Tyler dug his face in as deep as he could; letting the warmth and smell emanating from Jake’s colossal orbs to cover him completely. Tyler’s heart was filled with joy as all of his senses were dominated by the monstrous ballsack that was resting on top of him; Tyler could even taste it. The taste wasn’t all that great, though; the underside of Jake’s pouch was completely coated in mud.

Tyler and Jake were both rock hard in a matter of minutes. Neither one of them wanted to move from their current position. “Honestly, I can’t leave you two alone for a minute.” Sam said. He was standing beside Jake watching the two of them with a cocky smile. He was trying his best to look smug and in control, but his cheeks were bright red and he was rock hard as well. He was now almost completely clean except for a little trickle of pre that was running down the length of his huge cock. Sam’s erection pushed up into his chest, as it stood fully at attention.

Sam reached down and picked up the hose that had fallen from Tyler’s hands. He kind of guessed that Tyler would not be successful in getting Jake cleaned up. He had hoped that Tyler would avoid getting nearly as dirty as he had, though. What little of Tyler Sam could actually see made it obvious tat Tyler was now completely coated in mud and spunk. What little bit of his body that hadn’t been shoved down into the jizzy muck was pressed up against Jake’s equally filthy underside. “Come on, you two. We don’t have time for this right now.”

Sam hit them both with a long solid jet from the hose to help bring down their libidos and remind them of what they were supposed to be doing. Jake let out a long, dejected sigh. Sam couldn’t be sure, but he thought he heard a muffled whimper from Tyler as well.

Jake begrudgingly dragged his junk off of Tyler and followed Sam to the driveway where they could wash off without getting muddy again. Tyler just lay there for a moment longer. Now that he was released from The Incredible Bulk, Tyler was finally able to take a few deep breaths and recover. As nice as it was to be so deeply nestled in his lover’s nuts, all that weight against his chest made it very hard to breath.

Tyler couldn’t help but notice that his whole body had sunk into the muck. He was now deep within his own personal Tyler shaped crater. It was really comfortable, actually. It was kind of like being on a super squishy memory foam bed. Tyler couldn’t help but think that this whole scenario reminded him of Loki in The Avengers movie.

Tyler had loved that movie. He had gone to see it with Jake; just Jake. Tyler had secretly thought of it like a date. They had both invited a group of friends to go see it with them, but Tyler had managed to confuse or convince all of the friends he had invited so that they didn’t actually show up. Looking back on it now, he had to wonder if Jake had done the same thing.
As Tyler pulled himself out of his own private Loki crater, he couldn’t help but think of how much better that scene would have been if The Hulk had teabagged Loki. It would be even better had they not been clothed as well. Tyler never did understand how The Hulk managed to keep his pants on during his transformations. That’s probably why he was so angry all the time. Can you imagine how much it must hurt to have your junk smushed into such a tight pair of pants?

Tyler understood the basics of comic book logic, and censorship enough to know that The Hulk would never be allowed on screen, or even achieve decent levels of publication if he had gone full on Doctor Manhattan, but Tyler would be A OK with there being some mean green peen on the screen in the director’s cut. Mean green peen on the screen? Well, now that his sports career was down the drain, maybe Tyler could get a job as a lyricist. DJ Ubercock cumming to a club near you.

Tyler eventually managed to drag himself to his feet and stagger off towards the driveway. Jake was already completely clean by the time he got there. Sam and Jake were still rock hard, too. Tyler had to give Sam some credit; he had remarkable self control when he wanted to. Tyler could tell from the look in Jake’s eyes that Jake had wanted to get off for some time now, but Sam wasn’t going to allow it.

Tyler would have loved to get both of them off, again and again, but he was so sore and tired. You wouldn’t believe how much being crushed under a massive pair of nuts would take it out of you. It felt great at the time, but now that he had managed to get up and get moving, he could really feel the soreness all over. Dragging his hefty nuts and his own twelve foot tall spire of cock across the mushy terrain hadn’t helped much either.

When Tyler finally reached solid land, all he wanted to do was fall over from exhaustion. He started to stagger sideways, but Sam caught him. Tyler was really glad to have a friend like Sam who was always there to catch you if you fell. Well, he was until Sam shoved Tyler forward so that he fell face down into his own cock. That little bitch. 

Sam could tell that the majority of the grime on Tyler’s body was on his backside, where he had been pressed into the mud. So when Tyler began to stumble sideways, Sam seized the opportunity to guide Tyler so that he would fall forward instead. This left him a perfect position to wash Tyler off with minimal interference. Tyler seemed grateful when Sam caught him, but quickly began to mutter something unintelligible as Sam guided him forward.

Once Tyler was in position Sam hosed him down. The mud came off really easily since it was all pretty fresh. Sam was glad for that because he really didn’t think he’d be able to keep his own raging hormones in check if he had had to rub down Tyler again; especially if he had had to try and rub down that magnificent cock. It had taken every ounce of Sam’s resolve not do his best Slim Pickens impersonation, and ride Jake’s colossal member like an A-bomb over Russia. It really didn’t help that Jake was so deep in a lustful haze that he kept grinding his dick against Sam as Sam had tried to wash him off either.

Finally, everyone was cleaned off, and they could finally get to work on getting clothed for school tomorrow. Their erections had started to fade too, a fact that they were all a little sad about. Even Sam was a little sad about having not been able to get off, and he had been the one keeping everyone from rubbing one out. Jake and Tyler downheartedly followed Sam up into his spunky mancave.

Just to be clear, “spunky mancave” refers to the cum coated wreckage of Sam’s bedroom and not Sam’s ass hole. That particular mancave was not spunky at all; Sam was still half a virgin in that regards.

Sam kicked off his cum soaked boots, the only article of clothing he had been wearing, before stepping into his room. It was probably completely unnecessary; since it was not like he could make his room any dirtier by wearing his shoes inside. “Right. Time to get to work.” Sam clapped his hands together with mild enthusiasm. Now that his raging boner had died down a bit, and he was about ready to start work, he was finally starting to shake the cloud of lust that had covered his mind. The joy of his hobby and the general good vibes he got from helping friends were starting to set in and lift his spirits.

Sam’s quickly brightening disposition was infectious. In no time at all Jake and Tyler were also excited to get to work. “All right! Let’s get to work! … What are we working on?” Tyler was excited, but he was also confused. Sam hadn’t shared any of his plans with him yet.

Sam just reached into his desk and pulled out a small rolled up tape measure and chucked it to Tyler. “Start measuring up. We’re going to get you two dressed for tomorrow.”
Jake and Tyler looked at each other skeptically. It would be good to be able to go out in society again, but how? There is no way they could mask their huge dicks anymore, nor did they particularly want to.

Sam could see the doubt in their expressions. “Look. You guys are so huge that no matter what we do your bulges are going to be painfully obvious. Fortunately, there is nothing illegal about having a huge bulge, and if you got it, may as well flaunt it.” There was a devious twinkle in Sam’s eyes. Jake had only ever seen this level of deviant glee executed effectively by Tyler. Jake was strangely excited by the thought; not to mention aroused.

Tyler couldn’t wait to flaunt his enormous junk all around school tomorrow, and quickly began unrolling the tape. He gave one end of it to Jake to hold as he held onto the other and began unraveling the tape along the length of Jake’s cock. “187 inches!” Tyler shouted with excitement.

Sam wrote down the notes on a sheet of paper while Jake stood there stunned. “187? That’s over fifteen feet! That’s over twice as tall as I am!” A goofy grin crept over Jake’s face as he let it sink in. If he was over fifteen feet long at his small size, imagine what he was at full size. He wished he could be full size all of the time. Mobility be damned. He’d put some wheels on it and ride his cock down the street like a Macy’s day float if he had to.

Jake’s train of thought was rudely derailed by a ball of measuring tape to the face. Tyler loved throwing stuff at Jake right when he got to the good parts… “Do me next!” Tyler shouted as he bounced with enthusiasm. Jake watched with horny amusement as Tyler’s dick barely budged. Even though Tyler was jumping around, his cock was so big and heavy that it stayed solidly planted on the floor despite the motions of the host body.

Jake held on to the main spool, and tossed the measuring tape back to Tyler as best as he could. It fell a few feet short, but Tyler walked over and picked it up. Once Tyler placed the end of the tape at the base of his shaft, Jake lined up his end with the tip of Tyler’s cock. Jake’s eyes widened a bit and the edges of his mouth curled downwards into an expression that seemed to say “Not bad.” “163 inches.”

Tyler bounced some more “Hell yes, 163! That’s like…” Tyler stopped bouncing and tried to concentrate. “That’s like…”

“Almost 14 feet.” Jake said with a bemused sigh.

“Oh…” Tyler seemed a little crestfallen. “That’s huge, but. It kind of seems weaksauce after yours.”  Tyler realized he really shouldn’t be so upset. After all, his was far bigger than most
people’s… Hell his was far bigger than most people. Besides, he could be as big as he wanted to be. Tyler could feel a familiar feeling build up inside of him. He stifled it, though. Now was not the time.

Jake reached down and patted the head of Tyler’s cock reassuringly. He would have preferred to give Tyler’s shoulder a nice reassuring pat, but by the time Jake would have managed to get all the way across the room, the moment would have long since past.

Sam finished his notes and gave the sheet to Jake; along with a pencil and a calculator. “Here. This is the basic template. Could you convert them to your sizes for me?”

“Oh. Sure.” Jake was glad to have something to do. It felt good to flex his brain muscles again. His mind had been foggy with sex all day; he really could use a little mental workout.
The conversions were incredibly simple, and Jake had each one done in under a minute. When he finished he looked up and could see that Sam had pulled out some rolls of fabric from his closet. They had been locked up, and seemed to have survived the onslaught of spunk that had saturated much of the room.

Sam set the first roll on the desk. “Right. I think the back needs to be a stronger fabric. It’ll be serving as the counterweight to the front. The front needs to be sturdy, but stretchy.” It was obvious to Jake that Sam was just thinking out loud, and didn’t expect a response, but Tyler was completely confused by what Sam was mumbling about.

Sam took the notes from Jake and quickly began measuring and cutting various pieces and shapes from each fabric. Jake and Tyler watched in awe as Sam handled each piece with surgical precision. It only took him maybe twenty minutes to get all the pieces cut out. After which he pulled to tarp off of his sewing machine and went to work.

Sam was using a very thick thread to bind all the pieces together. It had to be extra strong to hold it all together. Especially considering how tight it was going to be packed in the near future. Within an hour Sam had two pairs fully ready for use.

Jake looked on in awe as Sam handed him his pair. It was a pair of briefs, similar to the ill fated pair, that Sam had worn earlier in the night, but this one had more room in the front; much more room. If not for his gigantic wang, Jake could have easily fit his entire body into the frontal pouch. Jake thought about that for a second. Of course his dick was larger than two normal sized people, so it would make sense a person could fit in there. If it were a little larger, Jake could actually fit his gargantuan member and another person in there. Jake’s cock twitched has he imagined going about his daily life with someone packed into the front of his briefs, sandwiched comfortably between his thick dick and large squishy balls. It was a shame that Tyler’s cock was so large now; he would have been a perfect candidate.

Tyler got his pair from Sam next. It was ridiculous looking; a seemingly normal pair of black briefs with a parachute sewn onto the front. Tyler didn’t even know how to approach putting it on. He figured he might possibly could start with his dick first? Well what he did know was that he had to do his cock and balls and then his body. There is no way the waistband was big enough to fit around his cock and his body.

Tyler looked over at Jake who was already well on his way to getting dressed. Jake had started with his balls and then began slowly feeding his dick into the pouch. Tyler thought that it was such a shame that he couldn’t really make out Jake’s huge nuts in the pouch of the briefs, but as Jake managed to slip more and more of his cock into fabric enclosure, Tyler could see the contents clearer and clearer.

Jake finally managed to get the last of his impressive member into the front of the pants and pulled them up about his waist. It was an impressive sight to behold. The briefs were so tight on Jake that even his butt cheeks were clearly visible. Despite being encased in fabric, everything was clearly on display. Tyler could even clearly make out the unsheathed head of Jake’s cut cock.

The pants did their job, though. Jake’s package was tightly wrapped in it snug pouch. The briefs pulled his balls upwards enough to keep them from dragging across the floor; just barely though. Jake’s huge nuts now bulged out a few feet in front of him instead of downward, his long cock seemed noticeably shorter now that it was being compressed by the fabric, but it still had to be at least nine feet long. The shaft was running over the top of the balls and looped around the front; the tip brushing against the ground.

Jake was quite impressed by Sam’s handiwork. Despite how tightly his junk was crammed into the fabric, it was still pretty comfortable. Not to mention it made his package look amazing. Jake assumed it looked even better from the front or sides, but he could only really see it from the top. He package was jutting out in front of him probably four feet in front of him. It obstructed Jake’s vision a bit, but it made walking a lot easier than it had been when Jake was trying to drag his junk across the ground.

Upon seeing how sexy Tyler looked in his new pair of briefs, Tyler quickly pulled his own. He wasn’t nearly as methodical as Jake was in his approach and just started shoveling his bits and pieces into the pouch. Once Tyler pulled up the waistband he realized his junk was mashed into the pouch in awkward misshapen ways. Tyler had to sit down while he shoved his arms down the front of his pants and rearrange his centerpiece.

When Tyler was ready he stood up and began parading around the room; he was sure to push his hips forward to really sow off his massive meat. He filled out his pants, but nearly as well as Jake had. Sure, everything he had was clearly on display, but there were some loose parts around the sides. His pouch didn’t have to stretch as tightly as Jake’s had. Had Jake fudged the numbers to make Tyler’s look less impressive? No, Jake wouldn’t do something like that.

Tyler figured it out fairly quickly, they pants were only measured for cock length, but Jake’s balls were so much bigger when compared to the length of his cock. Once again Tyler was jealous of just how amazing his boyfriend’s nuts were. They were always so big and so full, and now they were filling every available inch inside of his pants; creating the most spectacular bulge the world has ever seen. Tyler wasn’t beaten yet, though. He was going to show these rookies how you really fill out your clothes.

Jake watched in awe as Tyler’s package began to grow and grow, filling out more and more of his pouch until it bulged out obscenely. Tyler’s briefs were now a little too small for him; each and every vein in his thick cock was clearly visible as it strained against the sides of the fabric.

Tyler could tell from Sam and Jake’s expressions that they liked was they saw. Sam’s naked cock was once again fully at the ready, and Jake’s was beginning to inflate within the confines of his custom fit underoos. “Great job, Sam. A little tight, but I don’t mind.” Tyler gave them both a lascivious wink as he strolled around the room, swishing his hips as he went so that his absolutely enormous bulge swung heavily from side to side.

Jake stammered as he tried to process what he was seeing. “That’s… You’re cheating!”

Tyler’s smug grin showed no signs of diminishing. “Cheating? I didn’t even know we were competing.”

“Two can play at the game.” It was Jake’s turn to start looking smug. Jake exhaled slowly as his bulge began to grow and swell as well. Soon it was packed even tighter than Tyler’s. Jake’s smug grin quickly faded, though. His face began to grow pale as an expression of horror took over. “I… I can’t stop it.”

Jake could feel his body trembling as he tried to hold back his growth. Once the damn was breached there was no holding back the flood. It felt like he was holding his torrential surge of growth with a tissue thin layer of resolve.

Jake looked pleadingly at Sam and Tyler. Sam understood immediately what it would mean if Tyler let loose in here. Tyler’s fully grown cock was far larger than his bedroom; if Tyler grew to full size in here, Sam wouldn’t have a bedroom anymore. “Shit! Out! Out! And take those off! If you break them I’m not making you a new one!”

Sam rushed over to Jake and began turning him around to face the door. With Tyler’s help they managed to get Jake into the doorway and began pulling down his pants. They could both feel Jake’s swelling endowments straining harder and harder against the fabric as they raced against the cock to set it free.

Tears were streaming down Jake’s face as he struggled with everything he had to hold back the tidal wave of cock that was about to be unleashed. He could feel Sam and Tyler’s hands working furiously at his pants to free him. Finally he could feel the cool air against his member, and he knew that they had managed to pull him out. Jake couldn’t hold it back anymore and let himself grow and grow. His balls swelled up so large that they filled the entire balcony at the top of the stairs and then some. His dick draped over the side, hit the ground almost twenty feet before and continued to stretch off into the distance.

At that moment Sam’s dad turned the corner. He had heard some commotion from in the house and had come to check and see if everything was all right. Nothing could have prepared him for the over sixty feet of cock that was spilling out of his son’s room and across their yard. His eyes were vacant and his mouth hung open all slack jawed as he shook his head with the same look of shock, awe, and dismay that was used by Lee Trevino in Happy Gilmore before silently turning and walking back into the house. 
