Chapter 0 - Photo Shoot

Sam admired himself in the mirror. He really could not believe that that face staring back at him was his. His jet black hair seemed to shine, and his deep brown eyes seemed to shimmer. The makeup artists they had working at this shoot really knew what they were doing. It makes sense, seeing as they are professionals and all. The makeup they had used on him was so well done that it didn’t even look like he was wearing any. They had just smeared away any blemishes which may have existed naturally on his skin; a freckle there, a tan line here, all swept away by the artist’s brush. The makeup even seemed to accentuate Sam’s already well defined abs. Sam had never felt so sexy in his life, even with his ridiculous outfit. 
    
Sam shrugged it off. He really didn’t mind showing a little skin on camera, but he had expected to actually be wearing clothes during his first modeling gig. The current thong he was sporting would have been revealing on a normal person, but with Sam’s current foot and a half of soft cock, it looked positively obscene. Sam was glad that he kept things neat and tidy down below since he filled out the front of the thong so much that the waistline was pulled down all the way down below the base of his cock. Sam had hoped to not be packing quite so much for his first gig, but try as he might he couldn’t talk Jake into giving him a downgrade. It had taken all of Sam’s effort to get Jake to reduce him down this much. Sam figured that eighteen inches was still pretty manageable; certainly a lot better than the four feet that Jake had originally set him up with. 
    
Sam grabbed his robe and went to work on steeling his resolve. His heart was pounding in his chest out of a combination of nerves and excitement. The last two days had been so fun that he had managed to escape the anxiety that came along with his first gig, but now that he was alone, it was all rushing back to him. He found himself wishing Jake and Tyler could have come with him for this part. The three of them had been inseparable since they had arrived in New York the night before last; they had barely managed to catch their flight after the little delay with the TSA. Jake and Tyler had managed to turn even that nerve wracking experience into a fun little adventure, though. 
    
As Sam thought about it, just about everything seemed a lot more fun with them around. Sam had never really cared about sightseeing before, but spending all of yesterday and the early part of today doing all the touristy stuff around the Big Apple had been a blast. The trio had become a bit of an attraction in their own right as they strolled the city with obscenely huge bulges in their pants. The three of them had been wearing the newest edition in Sam’s custom clothing line; he had kept up with his hobby of creating clothes even after they had found a way to control their sizes. Tyler was continually asking for Sam to find new and exciting ways for them to sport their huge packages in public. 

The current model that they were wearing were designed to be worn as boxer briefs, but given that they had no pants that could be worn over such impressive endowments, they had taken to wearing them out in public as if they were shorts… albeit very form fitting and very, very short shorts. They had really lucked out with it being unseasonably warm this late in the year, but it was still a little on the chilly side. That said, the three of them really didn’t have to worry about shrinkage much. Despite the chill, Tyler had insisted on wearing his skin tight muscle shirt everywhere. Jake and Sam had dressed a little bit more sensibly by wearing hoodies, but somehow the extra layer up top had just served to make their lack of clothing below all the more noticeable. 
    
Many people had stared and many had even taken pictures at the odd trio, but aside from that, they were left to enjoy their sightseeing relatively unhindered. There was one security guard at the museum who gave them a little trouble, but it was more because he was worried about them knocking over priceless artifacts than he was about the dress code violation. 

The only real trouble they encountered was riding the subway. Getting all that junk through the doorway was problematic enough, but once they got in they took up a large percentage of the cabin. As the three boys sat in the benches on the along one side of the train, their massive junk would fill up the entire center walkway and spill out onto the opposite benches. This proved to be an inconvenience to many of the regulars, but many others seemed to be all too keen on smushing up against the soft masses of manhood. 

Sam was snapped out of is reverie by a knock on the door. That was his cue to get out there and flash those pearly whites. All at once his anxiety came rushing back to him, but he took a long, deep breath, tightened his robe, and strode calmly out of the dressing room. The room that the photo shoot was to take place in was well lit and cluttered with large lights and various backdrops, but aside from that there really wasn’t much there. Sam had expected a lot more people to be here, but he only saw the director he had spoken to earlier. 

“You, boy. About time you got out here. Ready for your big beak?” The man was short, chubby, and balding. His greasy hair and ill fitting clothes seemed to show a remarkable lack of interest in his personal appearance, which Sam thought was a strange trait for somehow who was in the business of making people look good. His name was Mr. Cosgrove, but Sam had slipped up and called him Mr. Cogswell more than once already. 

“Yes, Mr. Cogs…grove.” Sam replied, catching his mistake before he could say the man’s name wrong yet again. “So… where do you want me?”
  
“You’re to be in front of that screen. Your photographer will be here in a minute.” Mr. Cogswell pointed out one of the screens that was particularly well lit. Sam was too focused on the machinery and props to even notice that there were a few occupied seats right in front of the spot he was to be modeling. 

Sam got to the screen and threw his robe over one of the nearby chairs. There really wasn’t much to the set-up; just a light, a stool, and a backdrop. Sam decided that the best way to help him relax would be to do a few practice poses while he waited for his photographer to arrive. A quick glance at the set-up gave Sam a pretty good idea of just where the photographer would be. Sam used this to orient himself as he did a few mock poses. He started simple at first; a seated profile view; a back view of him leaning against the chair. As he got more comfortable he started to get a little more risqué. It wasn’t like there was anyone around to see him anyway, right? Sam flung one leg over and rested his knee on the stool as he spread his cheeks wide for the imaginary cameraman. The tiny strap of the thong he was wearing did little to cover his hole and his massive bulge was clearly visible between his legs. If anyone had actually been watching him, they would have been given quite a show. 

Sam froze dead in his tracks as he heard a shrill whistle of appreciation from behind him. “Work it, Sammy!” All the color drained from his face as he turned around; which given how pale Sam’s skin is normally, was a pretty impressive feat. Sam looked to see who it was that had seen him, but he had known who it was the second they called him by his nickname. There was only one person Sam knew that would call him that, and sure enough, Tyler was sitting in one of the cloth backed director’s chairs right outside the bright ring of light. Sam was not at all surprised to see Jake sitting quietly in the seat right next to Tyler. 

Sam had been so sure he was alone that he hadn’t even thought to check. The color continued to drain from his skin everywhere except for his cheeks which turned bright red. “How did you get in here?” He squeaked; his voice cracking from embarrassment. 

“We told they guy that we were your friends, and he let us in.” Tyler replied nonchalantly as he shrugged innocently. 

Sam didn’t buy it. “They don’t just let anyone walk into these things.”

“We told him that it was your first shoot and that you were super nervous, honest!” Tyler declared emphatically. Sam knew Tyler was a terrible liar, but he still couldn’t quite trust was Tyler was saying. Something in the way Tyler had said it; his voice had faltered just a bit at the end. This meant that what Tyler was saying was mostly true, but something key was missing. 
Sam turned to Jake for an answer. Jake’s calm, knowing smile betrayed nothing. “What he says is true, man. We may have had a little help from the photographer though.” 

Photographer? Sam hadn’t even met the guy yet, but apparently Jake and Tyler had wasted no time in getting buddy buddy with him. “Who is this mysterious photographer anyway? No one I talked to would even give me a name.” 

“Sorry, babe. It was meant to be a surprise.” Sam spun around as he heard another voice come from the shadows. Standing before him was fairly tall twenty year old with short, copper red hair, brilliant emerald green eyes, a sexy five o’clock shadow, and a smile to die for. The guy’s tight t-shirt and jeans really accentuated showcased his lean frame. Sam’s face turned another few shades of red; in part because of just how sexy his boyfriend looked, and in part because he was painfully aware that he standing there with almost two feet of cock crammed into an overstuffed g-string that did nothing to save his modesty. 

“Lyle!?” Sam’s voice cracked even further as he yelped in surprise. 

“Who loves ya, babe.” Lyle’s smile spread wider. 

“But… and… you… HOW!?” Sam sputtered. 

“How do you think I got you this gig? I am doing my internship with this company, and I need to do a professional shoot in order to get my class credits. Fortunately, they let me pick my own model.” Lyle explained as he beamed with pride. 

“And they covered the air faire?” Sam asked skeptically. 

“Err… no. That was me, actually.” Lyle admitted bashfully. Sam knew Lyle had been putting in extra hours down at the shop during the semester, but Sam never knew why. Whenever Sam questioned him about it he would always just smile and say he was saving up “for a surprise.”

“But… then this isn’t a real shoot? It’s just your class project?” Sam was crestfallen. He was so excited for his big break, but it turns out he was being lied to all along.

“No! That’s the best part. See, these are still professional photographs. I mean, I’m still just an intern, or apprentice, or whatever you want to call it, but I’m still taking the pictures for the company. If they like what they see, they’ll use the photos. It’s a big break for both of us.” Lyle explained emphatically, but then started to get a little bit bashful as he continued. “Doesn’t hardly seem fair, though. The pictures are guaranteed to look amazing just because you’re in them.”

Sam somehow managed to turn a few more shades of red. He tried unsuccessfully to say something to Lyle a few times, but then spun around and chose to direct his attention towards his other two friends. “You knew!” He shouted accusingly at Jake and Tyler. Tyler raised his hands and tried to as innocent as possible. Jake on the other hand just rolled his eyes.

“Oh please, you think we’d let blondie in on the jig? We had to keep it a secret, remember?” Jake said playfully as he tussled Tyler’s short, blond hair. “I, on the other hand, was in on it from the start.” A smug grin spread across Jake’s face as he leaned back in his chair. 

“Well then, shall we get started?” All four of the boys turned to see the short director standing here with a large mug of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other. “I don’t want to be here all night, after all… wow. Not bad, kid.” He exclaimed as he noticed Sam’s huge cock crammed awkwardly into the front of his thong. This caused Sam to turn yet another shade of red. 

Sam felt a little tingle in his loins. His face went even whiter as he looked and saw Jake’s eyes aglow with electric alien psychic tech. Sam pleaded silently with Jake to stop it. He really didn’t want his first shot at a big modeling gig to be blow by a titanic wardrobe malfunction. Sam breathed a sigh of relief as the tingling stopped as suddenly as it started. Sam’s junk had definitely grown some, but not much. As it was, he was now smuggling twenty inches of dick in his skivvies and had at least an inch of the base of his cock fully exposed. His small underwear was straining unsuccessfully to fully hold back his huge balls. From the right angles, a few inches of Sam’s nuts could be visible between the edge of the fabric and his legs. 

Sam did his best to ignore his indecency and soldier on. The net result of was a perpetual coy smile on his lips and rosy blush on his cheeks that could make even the straightest man’s heart flutter. The senior photographer would occasionally step in to give Sam and Lyle a few poses to try out, but generally left it up to Lyle to run the show. The photo shoot went on like this for awhile, with Lyle taking pictures and Sam striking the poses that were requested of him by either his boyfriend or Mr. Cosgrove. 

“Here. Try this. Sit up on that stool. Great. Now how about placing your hands behind your head. Nice. Nice. Now legs. Far apart. More… More… Good.” Lyle guided Sam along as Sam complied with the instructions. Sam felt very exposed in this position, and was chewing his bottom lip nervously while still giving his best reluctant smile. The look on his face could have melted hearts of stone. 
Jake couldn’t pass up a chance like this. As Lyle stared down his viewfinder and snapped away happily, Sam’s package continued to slowly creep up in size. Inch after inch added onto his already substantial cock. Sam could tell what was happening, but he didn’t dare look down. He tried his best to keep his cool and ignore it. By the time his growth spurt had subsided his dick was at just above the two foot mark. Several inches of his cock was peaking out the top of his thong, and his massive nuts were spilling out the sides. His thong was stretched so tight that the robin’s egg blue fabric was beginning to turn sheer.  

“Great. Perfect. Now turn to the side. Good. Now, fold you arms above your head. Great. Hips out. Perfect.” Again, Lyle directed and Sam complied. Focusing on his boyfriend’s voice helped Sam to calm his nerves and draw his attention away from the steadily growing mass in his pants. As he started striking the new pose he could feel Jake adding a few more inches to his endowments again. 

This pose would have been great for accentuating the bulge on a normal person, but for Sam it was just ridiculous. Sam’s cock was already so huge that that only the front half of it was within the pouch of the thong; the rest of his shaft protruded obscenely above the waistline. He had more cock exposed than most people had in their entire package. His nuts had long since spilled out the sides of the pouch and now dangled down to his knees. 

Sam heard the camera shutter a few more times followed by a man shouting, “And, that’s a wrap!” Sam jumped a little at the sound. He had completely forgotten about Cogswell. His face turned bright red all over again as he turned to face the short man. “Great job out there, kid, but we might need to get you a bigger size next time. I realize a shoot like this is exciting. It’s normal for a kid like you to get a little aroused the first time or two. In fact, it helps the product sell if we can see a little life down there, if you know what I mean, but man. I have never seen anyone grow like you had.”

Sam reached down and tried unsuccessfully to cover himself. He simply did not enough hands to even give himself the illusion of modesty. “Anyway, I’m done here.” Cosgrove redirected his attention to Lyle now instead of Sam. “Feel free to mess around a bit more and take some pictures. You’ve got a knack for this, and you really don’t need me breathing over your shoulder the whole time. Just lock up when you’re done, alright?” 

“Thanks you, sir. We’ll make the best of it, I assure you.” Lyle replied happily as he caught the keys. Sam was amazed that this man was just giving up the keys so easily, but then again, if Lyle really had been working under him for a few months now it made sense that there was a certain bond of trust there. 

The four boys stood around waiting patiently as the older man left. As soon as the door shut Tyler exclaimed. “Hell yeah! Now we can take the GOOD pictures!” Sam didn’t even have time to question what was happening because he could already feel Jake adding a few inches to his already cumbersome cock. 

“Don’t worry, babe. These are going to be for our eyes only.” Lyle reassured his jittery lover with a disarmingly sweet smile as he swapped SD cards in his camera. “No need to hold back. Now you’re performing just for me.” 

 Sam could feel his worries melt away as he stared into those emerald eyes. His cock even began to stiffen a bit as he thought of putting on a show for his lover. 

“Alright. Next pose. Sit on the stool. Great. Feet up there with you. Good now spread em. Niiiice and wide.” Sam complied, but now that he was in the company of friends and just doing it for fun he was able to relax a lot. His cheeks were still slightly flushed, but his lips were curled into a goofy, playfully seductive grin. As per instructions, Sam was seated on the stool with his feet up with his and his legs spread wide. His massive junk hung over the front of the seat and dangled halfway down the stool. His balls even bumped against the support bar that connected the legs. It was an amazingly sexy pose, especially given how it accentuated Sam’s already undeniably huge package. 

“Jeez. Think it’s big enough?” Lyle called jokingly to Sam as he continued to happily snap pictures. Sam playfully stuck his tongue out, but he could already feel his cock swell as Jake accepted the challenge. Sam could actually hear the fabric of the thong popping as it passed its limit. He was amazed it had held out this long. 

“Ok. Turn over. There we go. Sit on your legs. Like that. Now… spread em.” Sam didn’t even have to look to be able to visualize the horny look in his lover’s eyes. The redhead’s voice practically dripped with sexual frustration. For all the months they had been together hey had still not gone all the way even though both of them had wanted to. They had messed around a little, and made out a lot, but they just couldn’t bring themselves to take the next step. 

Sam complied with the orders so that he was positioned with his shins against the seat of the stool. He sat down so that his legs were beneath him and his junk jutting out behind him. Sam leaned forward almost as though he was bowing down to swear fealty to some feudal lord, but instead of his hands forward and pressing the ground he moved them to his backside to help give the camera a better view. Holding this pose required a remarkable level of muscle control, but it was totally worth it for Sam. 

From the back, Lyle could only see Sam’s exposed ass and massive junk dangling below it. Sam reached back and spread his cheeks wide for the camera. By this point the thong was stretched so thin that the back strap was little more than fishing wire. It did nothing to hide Sam’s eager and twitching hole. Lyle tried his best to maintain his professionalism, but he was way past rock hard by now. At least his own meager erection was mostly covered by his tight jeans. 

Lyle continued snapping pictures as Sam’s fingers worked their way inward towards his hole. Sam took some initiative here and began to play with his ass for the camera. He started easily with just one finger, sticking it in down to the bottom knuckle. He could actually hear Lyle gasp, and knew it was having an effect. Sam slipped another finger in and spread his hole wide, being sure to give the camera and its operator a clear shot. 

Lyle struggled to keep the camera steady even as the sticky warmth spread across the front of his pants. He already knew he was never going to be allowed to live this down, but he had nothing he could do about it now other than keep on keeping on. “Ok… next…” Lyle continued ordering as he fought to steady his voice. “On the floor. Ok. Kneel down. Good. Arch the back. Hands forward.” 

Sam could tell that Lyle was having trouble keeping it together even after creaming himself. His boyfriend’s pants clung awkwardly to his still rigid shaft. Sam went along with the commands. In a moment he was on the ground, standing on his knees while leaning back. Sam went ahead and did Lyle one better by slipping his hands down the front of the thong and wrapping his hands around the head of his massive cock. By this time Sam’s dick was so huge that the head was all that was actually covered by the fabric, and even that wouldn’t last long. 

Lyle breathlessly snapped more pictures as Sam’s cock continued to swell. He continued to rapidly click the shutter button as the waistband on Sam’s thong finally snapped, allowing the behemoth to flop free in all of its glory. He snapped faster and faster as he tried desperately to capture every frame of animation of his lover’s mammoth cock springing free from its confines. Lyle could feel the 
damp patch in the front of his pants spreading, but he didn’t care any more. 

As the strap finally broke Sam felt amazingly liberated and free. It was as if all inhibitions left him as the last vestiges of clothing and modesty flew from his body. His cock quickly inflated and hardened with his newfound sexual freedom. As Sam’s dick reached its most rigid state, the tip of the head towered at least three feet above his head. 

Lyle maneuvered around the giant hard-on and snapped more and more pictures of his lithe lover as the black haired boy made love to his own enormous wang. The redhead continued to fire away, snapping wildly as his body and soul were powered by pure artistic passion and base animalistic lust. Shot after shot he snapped of Sam leaning in and licking his own colossal shaft while giving a seductive wink the camera and the cameraman. Lyle continued to circle around as he snapped more pictures of Sam’s amazing backside as the boy stuck his ass out for the camera as he reached up and pawed at the towering cock like a cat at a scratching post. 

Lyle switched to panoramic mode as he slowly filmed an image of all of Sam’s beauty as he started with his lover’s cute toes, then up to his firm, round, shapely ass, the up the bow’s lean, milky white back, past his glossy, raven black hair, up along the boy’s long, slender arms, and up and up the remaining feet of Sam’s long cock until he reached the very tip where a steady stream of pre seeped out around the extra foreskin which bunched up at the top. This was to be is masterpiece. He sincerely wished he could show this picture off for the whole world to see, but he had already promised that this shoot was private. 

Lyle breathlessly put his camera down as he continued to stare at his boyfriend. He had no idea how he had managed to snag such a beautiful guy, but he was glad he did. His artistic muse would never fade as long as he had Sam around. He just wished he could say the same of his boner. Lyle wished that the two could go ahead and take the next step, but he knew that Sam was a top and there was no way he could ever hope to tackle such a beast. He had resigned himself to watching from afar.
 
 At that moment a curious thing began to happen. As Sam stood up and turned around, his magnificent dick was dwinding by the second. The feet turned to inches as the gigantic cock shrunk down to a very respectable seven inch stiffy. Lyle was amazed, he had already known that Sam’s measurements seemed to change at random, but he had never seen him below the two foot mark. 
An awkward smile played at Sam’s lips as he sauntered over to his red haired lover. The two of them were standing so close together that their faces were just inches apart. 

“Just kiss him already!” Tyler’s voice split the tension. Sam and Lyle both turned redder as they both broke eye contact and looked around the room sheepishly. 

“I swear, we have to do everything for these two.” Jake chimed in with faux annoyance. Two sets of arms wrapped themselves around Lyle’s chest as Jake worked at peeling off Lyle’s shirt and Tyler unbuttoning Lyle’s jeans. 

“We’ve been meaning to have you join our little club for ages, but Sam here insisted on being the one to do the honors.” Tyler explained playfully as he stuck his fingers into the waistband of Lyle’s boxers and pulled down his soggy jeans and underwear in one swipe. 

“What? Club?” Lyle asked dazedly as he stepped out of his shoes and turned to look at Jake and Tyler. The two teens were already completely nude; their incredibly huge dicks rested soundly on the floor even though they were both standing. 

“Don’t tell me you haven’t wondered how Sam’s dick keeps changing sizes.” Jake responded with a sly grin. “We control his size, and once you join us we can make you as big as you want. Bigger even. All you have to do is ask.” 

“Any size?” Lyle asked in shock. After seeing Sam’s cock towering at almost ten feet his mind was reeling with possibilities. 

“Any size.” Jake responded evenly. “Don’t worry. You can’t possibly surprise us.” It was then that Lyle noticed the strange blue glow in Jake’s eyes. Lyle tried to figure out if he was just imagining it or not when his eyes were drawn to movement down lower. As if he needed any more proof. Jake’s cock was surging outwards in size. Lyle had to take a few steps back to get out of the way of the growing beast. When the surge of growth finally stopped each of Jake’s nuts was taller than he was. Lyle stared in awe at the massive hose of cock that filled up much of the studio; props and lighting had been haphazardly shoved aside as the leviathan had made its way through the room. 

Lyle ran his hand experimentally across Jake’s massive shaft. It certainly felt real. He could even feel the warmth emanating from it and Jake’s pulse flowing through it. He just couldn’t wrap his mind around the sheer size of it, though. What would it be like to have a cock that large? He wanted to find out, but he was still hesitant. Would he be stuck walking around with something that huge? Lyle couldn’t imagine having to go through life with three feet of sausage in his pants every day like Sam did. 

A slim pair of arms wrapped around Lyle’s midriff. “You don’t have to get big if you don’t want, but please let me do this. It changes you. It makes you more… adaptable.” Sam pleaded. “Trust me. It’ll feel great, and you’ll never have to worry about me being too big for you ever again.” There was no way Lyle could say no to a request like that, especially not while Sam was rubbing his cock teasingly between the mounds of his butt. 

“I don’t care about whatever freaky ritual you need to do. I just want you to do me.” Lyle pleaded with his slimmer lover. That was all Sam needed to hear. Lyle was just about tackled to the ground by Sam launching himself onto Lyle as he kissed him on the cheek.

“Good news for you is that Sam here plowing you is the ritual.” Tyler added with a mischievous smirk. “I suggest you just lay back and enjoy it. Oh. And since you haven’t been broken in yet, this’ll help a lot.” Tyler added, slipping Lyle a small bottle.

“Is this some sort of ritual oil… or some kind of potion?” Lyle asked staring at the small vial of clear gel intently.

“It’s just lube, bro. Sam may be back to his original size, but it’ll still hurt if you ride him raw.” Tyler explained, rolling his eyes. 

Lyle was too embarrassed to say anything further, which was all the better for Sam. He had been wanting to plow his lover for months now, and felt like he was going to go insane if the redhead didn’t nut up and shut up. 

Lyle soon found himself on his back with his boyfriend on top of him. This was really not how he had imagined his first time. Sure, he couldn’t imagine a hotter guy to do it with, but in a large studio with his boyfriend’s two best friends watching them go at it? Add onto it that Sam’s friends were both hung like whales. He couldn’t even fathom what it must be like to have a cock the size of a greyhound bus like Jake currently had. Lyle’s mind continued to race, but it ground to a complete halt the second Sam’s lips touched his. He no longer cared about anyone or anything else other than the two of them. 

It didn’t really register what was happening as Sam plucked the small bottle from his hand. Lyle was so intently focused on Sam’s lips on his and Sam’s tongue in his mouth that he almost jumped in shock when he felt the first of Sam’s cold, wet fingers poke at his ass. Sam traced a path down Lyle’s chest, down his abs and up his red treasure trail with his lips as he continued to play with Lyle’s hole with two of his gelled fingers. Lyle looked down and watched as Sam went down on his still rigid cock. Sam continued sucking Lyle’s rock hard dick while fingering his hole, all while never breaking eye contact with his lover. 

Lyle’s cock was still a little slimy from when he creamed himself twice just a few minutes ago. Sam could taste the redhead’s still fresh cum on his lover’s cock. Sam had waited so long for this moment and now that it was finally here he was torn between rushing to the good part or savoring every last moment of it. Sam opted for the slow, steady approach as he continued to suck and lick up and down Lyle’s cock. It was a  commendable cock for one who had not yet been exposed. It stood a respectable six inches tall and had an impressive thickness to it and large balls to match. Sam couldn’t wait to see what it looked like when it was much, much larger. 

Lyle couldn’t believe how good Sam was at giving head. Had he known this he would have suggested they try this much earlier on, but then again he didn’t like the thought of not being able to give back as good as he got. He knew there was no way he could wrap is mouth around Sam’s impossibly huge dick. 

Sam could see Lyle convulsing and feel his lover’s dick spasming in his mouth, but very little came. It seemed that Lyle had already been drained dry. Sam lifted off of his boyfriend’s dick and smiled. He knew exactly how to fix that. 

Lyle winced as Sam’s dick slipped into him. He had braced himself for a lot of pain, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as he had expected; it was more of a discomfort than actual pain. “Just relax…” He could hear Sam coo to him soothingly. “The more you relax the better it feels.” Lyle took he words to heart and let himself go slack. Instead of trying to ride with Sam’s thrust he was rolling with the momentum. After the third or fourth thrust, the pain had all but completely vanished. It was replaced by a soothing feeling almost like a massage in his ass. Even if it hadn’t felt good, Lyle would have been enjoying this moment. He had never been physically or emotionally closer to Sam as he did in this moment. It was as if they had become one body as soul. 

Sam could tell that Lyle had finally loosened up a bit that the steady plowing no longer hurt. He decided that it was time to make sure that Lyle really felt great. Sam stepped up the intensity, ramming harder and deeper with each thrust. It was obvious to everyone around that Lyle was really enjoying the new intensity.

“Holy shit. He’s a screamer.” Tyler exclaimed in awe. 

“Yeah… Wow, that’s hot… and you owe me five bucks.” Jake added.

Lyle wished he had anything left in his balls to cum. He never could have imagined that it would feel this good. Sam’s dick was slamming against something deep inside of him, and it felt amazing. With each powerful thrust, electric shockwaves coursed up his spine and overloaded his brain. His cock lurched futilely in an effort to cum, but his balls had nothing left to give. Finally he could feel it; waves of warm spunk dumping into him. It seemed like an awful lot, but he wasn’t about to complain. He could feel Sam’s cock slip out of him followed by small spurts of pent up jizz. He never wanted this moment to end. He felt so happy and good all over.

While Lyle lay there swept up in bliss, he began to be vaguely aware of certain changes happening. His balls felt large and full again, and his dick was no longer raw. His sexual exhausted melted away as his dick sprung back to life. He had just cum more than he had ever cum in his life, but suddenly he felt like he could go forever and never get tired. 

Lyle’s eyes slowly drifted over to Sam’s face. He was expecting to see Sam experiencing a similar afterglow, but what he saw shocked him. The black haired boy had a devious smile and a horny gleam in his eyes. As Lyle’s eyes drifted lower he saw that Sam was as hard as ever. Lyle couldn’t be sure, but it seemed like Sam was a little bigger down there as well.

Lyle gasped as Sam plunged into him once more. It felt like Sam’s dick was growing larger with each thrust. Every plunge, his lover’s cock filler him up more and more and hit him deeper and deeper. He had no way of seeing how large Sam’s dick was but it had to be huge. Lyle could actually feel it sliding in and out of him. It almost seemed like his whole body was readjusting itself to accommodate the monstrous wang. Was this what Sam had meant by it made him more adaptable? Whatever it was, Lyle was in ecstasy. 

“Alright! Now it’s my time to shine!” Tyler shouted as he ran over to Lyle, his cock shrinking to a more manageable foot and a half in the process. 

“Fine, but I get to be inflated next.” Jake said as he finished reducing Tyler down to a size that Lyle would be able to take. 

“Yeah, yeah. You know I would never turn down a chance to turn you into a cum balloon, babe.” Tyler shot back with a wink. Lyle had no idea what these two were talking about cum balloons? Inflating? All he did know was that he was going to find out soon enough. 

“Open up. This is the fun part.” Tyler said playfully as he wagged his dick in front of Lyle’s face. Lyle’s curiosity and hormones collaborated to convince him to suck on the cock that was being offered to him. It was the first time he had ever had a dick in his mouth, but now that he and Sam had taken the next step, he knew it wouldn’t be the last. 

Lyle’s mind fogged over as Sam continued to ream his ass and Tyler plowed his face. He was being used from both ends, and it was pure bliss. He came again, harder than he had ever cum in his life. Even if he hadn’t just cum, the sheer volume of jizz hurdling through the air didn’t seem physically possible from his own meager balls, and despite that his nuts still felt full and heavy. 

Sam could see his nuts getting ever larger as he continued to plow his boyfriend. His balls had surpassed the size of beach balls and were well on their way to the size of beanbag chairs. Sam couldn’t even process how huge his cock must be by now, but somehow Lyle was able to take all of. He wasn’t just taking it, he was rocking it. Seeing how much Lyle was enjoying it only spurred Sam on more and more. At long last, they were having their first time together, and he was going to make sure it was one to remember. 

Sam continued to thrust and thrust even though the muscles in his legs and hips were aching. He wanted to make this last, but he was getting so close to blowing his load all over again. At least this time it would be his first plus size load pumped inside of his boyfriend. Thinking about it just made Sam want to cum even more, but he was determined to make this moment last. It’s just that Lyle’s ass was so warm, and so tight, and so amazing. Sam just couldn’t hold back. 

Lyle could feel the surging rush of cum flooding into him. Even given Sam’s enhanced size, the absurd volume of jizz that was pumping into him seemed impossible, but then again, much of what he had seen tonight, he would have considered impossible. That said, nothing could have prepared him for what was having next. 

Lyle could feel the cum pumping into him, flowing up through the pipes and then pooling in his stomach. It was a strange sensation, but by no means uncomfortable. In fact, it was one of the most strangely relaxing feelings he could have imagined. His stomach swelled and swelled as jizz poured into it. His gut felt so warm and full, and the feeling just got more and more intense as he got fuller. Soon his stomach had reached its max capacity and his lover’s spunk continued to travel upward. He began to taste the bitter, salty tang of Sam’s spooge as it seeped past Tyler’s huge cock and into his mouth. 

“It’s show time.” Tyler cried triumphantly. Lyle almost gagged as he felt Tyler’s cock grow even thicker inside of his throat. Suddenly there was no place the pent up jizz to escape to. To make matters worse Tyler was cumming now too. Lyle found himself with two massive loads being pumped into him from opposite sides with nowhere for it to go. To his surprise, his stomach bloated further and further to accommodate. He lost any and all ability to think as his belly inflated outward obscenely. What had started as what could be seen as a standard pot belly after a huge meal was now inflating outwards like a balloon. Lyle felt so amazingly warm and full and pleasurable that his brain ceased being able to process all the stimulus. All of his other senses dulled away into faint background noise as he enjoyed the steadily intensifying bliss of his expansion. 

Jake was enjoying the show from a safe distance. It seemed like every time they did this to someone the changes happened easier and faster. It was almost as if the nanites were learning their habits and changing their behavior to work with them. Not that Jake was complaining. He was already looking forward to getting his turn next. There was no way he was going to lose out to this rookie. 

Once Tyler had started cumming, Lyle’s cock had begun steadily growing as well. The redhead was so wracked by bliss that he hadn’t even registered the changes until the pleasure from his expansion got so intense that he started cumming all over again. His shots were steadily increasing in magnitude as his cock got larger and larger, but he was completely oblivious to his increased size. Even when the tip of his dick brushed against the twenty foot ceiling, he still was unable to grasp what was happening. He didn’t care though. He never wanted the feeling to end. 

Sam and Tyler’s streams steadily trickled to a stop. They were both drenched in cum after Lyle’s now colossal dong had erupted like an oil rig. Much of the studio was coated in spunk, too. Sam hoped that this didn’t end up costing Lyle his job, but it looked like most of the stuff in the room was either disposable or waterproof. 

Sam pulled out and took a few steps back to admire the changes his boyfriend had gone through. Each of Lyle’s enormous balls was now taller than Sam was, and his now soft, monstrous cock was easily twenty feet long. The truly remarkable part was Lyle’s massive balloon belly. Sam could swear he could even hear the cum sloshing around in there. Lyle’s gut had expanded so much that it looked like one of those giant novelty snow globes people put out on their front lawns during Christmas. Sam had been amazed at the airport agent’s expansion, but Lyle’s even blew that guy’s out of the water. Sam could already tell that Jake would be super jealous of the new guy’s success. 

Jealous wouldn’t have been the word that Jake would have used, but his competitive streak was certainly flaring up. He was not going to be satisfied until he had the newest initiate completely dwarfed by his growth. “My turn!” Jake shouted. It came out sounding a lot more demanding and a lot less cheerful than Jake had intended. 

Jake focused his powers and made a few key adjustments. He needed Sam to have the smaller of the two cocks. Jake loved Sam like a brother, but if he was going to have someone reaming his ass, he far preferred it to be the love of his life. 

Sam was tired and would have actually preferred not to have another go so soon, but at least he had the easy job this time. He just had to stand around and let Jake greedily suck him off, while Tyler did all the heavy lifting. 

Jake lay down on his back as Sam and Tyler got into position. Jake was not about to make the same mistake he had last time when he had tried to do this while laying on his stomach. If he managed to swell up to the proportions that Lyle had, his expanding belly would cause some severe logistical issues for his two designated cum-pumps.

Tyler dove into his task whole-heartedly. He hadn’t had a good excuse to completely let loose on his lover’s ass since before their flight out. Not that he really needed an excuse to have sex, but their motel room really wasn’t big enough for them to go at it. This large open soundstage was perfect for him to really let it all hang out. 

Tyler rammed Jake’s ass over and over. He enjoyed their new inflation kink as much as the next guy, but sometimes he wished that they didn’t do it every time. Sam’s hefty dick blocking Jake’s throat meant that Tyler didn’t get to hear his lover’s sexy moans as he tore up the tall boy’s hole. At least Tyler got to stare at Sam’s amazing ass as he gave Jake a deep, sensual plowing. 

Sam got to enjoy Jake’s greedy tongue lapping at his dick. Jake was determined to make sure that Sam was good and ready to bust a nut down his throat. Sam’s dick was naturally long and skinny, and it had kept its relative dimensions even as it grew. This had the added benefit of making it possible for Sam to still slide his cock down Jake’s throat even at over two feet long. Sam could feel all the muscles in Jake’s esophagus clenching and squeezing his dick as they tried to push whatever was clogging the pipes down into Jake’s belly. Sam’s knees felt like jelly, but he managed to keep himself upright. 

Tyler grunted loudly as his nuts began to unload into his boyfriend’s stretched out ass. Gallons of spunk flooded into Jake’s body, and in no time flat, Jake’s belly started to fill up. Sam felt the first bit of Tyler’s jizz smack up against the tip of his dick as it started to overflow into Jake’s throat. Sam blood ran cold as he felt the tingle in his dick almost immediately after. How had he forgotten what would happen when Tyler’s spooge hit him? Jake was the only one of them who was actually immune to it. Sam quickly back-peddled as he worked to pull his dick out before he accidentally choked his friend with it. Sam was barely able to pull his cock out of Jake’s mouth before it got too big for the brown haired boy’s jaw to handle.

Jake was already struggling to get his lips around Sam’s dick. Even with the near miss they had just experienced, he was not going to be outdone by Lyle, and with both Sam and Tyler now larger than they had been when doing Lyle, his victory was assured. 

Sam did his best to shift his massive cock into a position that Jake could lock lips with it. The head of Sam’s dick was far too large to fit into Jake’s mouth, but Jake was still able to put his mouth completely over the slit. It was almost as if Jake was making out with Sam’s cock as he locked his lips greedily with the eye of Sam’s monster. 

Sam was ready to bust his nut in Jake’s mouth even before his felt another wave of Tyler’s spunk flood into Jake’s mouth and splash against his cock. The next round of growth hit him, and the intense, tingling pleasure from his new expansion quickly pushed Sam over the edge. When his growth finally leveled out, his slit was several times larger than Jake’s mouth, but that didn’t stop the tall, lean boy from trying to catch as much of the jizz as he could. The sheer weight of Sam’s dick was enough to keep the head of his cock mashed up against Jake’s face, and the roaring torrent of cum did the rest. Steady blasts of high pressure cum rushed into Jake’s mouth and down his throat. 

Tyler was just about spent by this point, but seeing Jake writhe in pure bliss as he his stomach swelled and swelled gave him a second wind. Seeing Jake so happy, always got Tyler good and horny, and it didn’t hurt that he could feel all the muscles in Jake’s body twisting and flexing around his cock as his lover writhed and shuddered from pleasure overload. Tyler was once again fully rigid in record time. Jake’s distended belly was already rivaling that of Lyle’s and growing larger by the second as Sam’s colossal cock continued pumping spooge into Jake’s open mouth. 

Jake had had enough foresight to shrink his own dick down to a more manageable size before his little inflation session, but even at it’s current six foot height, it was making quite a mess of the studio as it continued to rain down spooge all over the place. Everywhere you looked it was giant dicks, inflated bellies, and lots and lots of jizz. It was like some kind of twisted, X-rated variant of Charlie and the Cocklate factory. 

Finally, Tyler and Sam were both completely spent. Jake looked completely ridiculous. All that could be seen was a huge set of cock and balls and an absolutely enormous, quivering flesh toned water balloon that was Jake’s cum-filled gut. Somewhere under that mess, Jake was lying in a near comatose state of pure bliss. He absentmindedly ran his hands along his bloated belly. It was so sensitive that even the touch of his fingers along the surface sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He felt so warm, so full, so peaceful that he drifted off while being gently rocked to sleep by the steady sloshing of his cum-bloated stomach. 

Tyler staggered to his feet and surveyed the damage. None of the equipment seemed to be damaged from being knocked over, but all the backdrops were soaked clean through. At least Lyle’s camera seemed waterproof enough to have survived the soaking. Tyler checked up on each of his three friends. Sam’s dick was now far too large for him to walk until Jake woke up to shrink him down. Lyle was down for the count too; even if he wasn’t completely lost in a haze of euphoria from his inflation, his cock was far larger than his body. It looked like neither of them were going anywhere until Jake woke up, and even then Jake was going to be stuck there until his gut shrank back down. Tyler had seen this process enough to have a rough timetable, but the best he could figure was it would take at least an hour for Jake’s body to process all of that jizz. 

Tyler shrugged and went about getting everything ready so that they could all leave as soon as they were mobile. He really didn’t want to get caught here when the cleaning crew showed up. Tyler bent down and picked up Lyle’s camera and pulled out the SD card. He had passed Mr. Cosgrove’s office on the way in, and so he knew where to drop it off now that they had taken the pictures they needed. He also had brought a few changes of clothes which were stashed in his bag in the lobby. They would have to find some way to rinse the jizz off, but at least they would have a decent wardrobe for being out in public in. 

It had actually taken almost two hours for Jake’s body to process the insane amounts of cum he had ingested, but once he was able to move around, the quartet of massively hung guys used a hose and water pump they had found in the maintenance room to take a rudimentary shower. They didn’t get all of the caked on jizz off, but at least hey looked presentable. 

“So, um… don’t get me wrong, tonight was fantastic, but what do we do about… you know.” Lyle muttered while he pointed as his obscenely large cock. Jake had not bothered to shrink it down for him so he had been dragging around roughly twenty feet of junk as they cleaned up. He had managed to get around remarkably well, despite his size, but doors were continually a problem for him. 

“Glad you asked.” Tyler beamed with a mix of pride and good natured mischief. “Since your part of the crew now, you get to wear the uniform.” Tyler reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of the custom fit boxer briefs they had been using the past few days. Lyle’s mouth fell open wide as he saw just how large the crotch pouch was. It was more of a parachute than it was underwear. 

“What? You don’t like it? Sam worked so hard to make them.” Jake added teasingly.

Lyle’s face turned a shade of red to match his hair. “No! I love it. I just might need some help… you know…” He made some awkward gestures to indicate shoving his junk into the front. 

With a little guidance from Jake and Tyler and a lot of physical help from Sam, Lyle was able to get his monstrous cock and balls into the pouch. He was surprised at how well it held everything in place despite the awkwardly huge size. The pants seemed to squeeze everything together and make his package more compact, but his bulge was still larger than his body. His cock was definitely wider than his body, and it stuck out almost seven feet in front of him before curving down over the crest of his balls. At its peak, the curve of his dick crested at right about chin level for him. His humongous nuts still scraped the ground even while being held up by the industrial strength fabric. The front of his pants was so full that the waistband didn’t even come close to actually reaching his waist. The elastic band stopped not even halfway up his bulge, leaving four feet of shaft exposed to the elements. 

“Wow… and they let you walk around in public like this?” Lyle asked, astonished by the indecency of it.

“We’ve yet to meet anyone who had the balls to tell us otherwise.” Tyler responded with a sly wink. 

The other three boys easily settled into their respective shorts with ease. They all filled them out about as much as Lyle did, except for Jake whose package was so large he could barely even see over it. 

“Don’t mind him. He just likes being the biggest.” Sam noted with a bit of a chuckle. 

“Why doesn’t he just shrink the rest of us down so he’s the biggest?” Lyle pondered out loud. His query was met by loud laughter from the other three. His suggestion seemed absolutely absurd to them; if given the option, of course they were going to choose to go to eleven.

A great time was had by all for the next few days. The four of them spent their time growing closer as friends and as couples. By the time it was time for them to fly back home Lyle felt like he had always been one of the crew. Not only was he now close with Jake and Tyler, but he had finally gotten the hang of walking around with a colossal dong packed into his shorts. It seemed a shame he would have to downgrade his size when he got back to work. He was already running the numbers in his head to determine just how big he could get away with and still be able to do his job. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he had loved all the looks he had been given as he had toured the city so nice they had to name it twice with two big apples and an empire state building swinging between his legs. 

Lyle adjusted quickly to his new life. A series of trial and error had helped him determine that around six feet was the biggest he could get away with and still do his job well enough. He developed a bit of a reputation and a fan club around town, and so on the days that he and Sam were working, the store was almost as packed as their pants. 

He had almost completely forgotten about the photos he had submitted from his New York photo shoot. He hadn’t heard anything back from them, but he figured it was better they part ways with that firm anyway. He was just glad they hadn’t billed him for the damages to the studio. 

As Lyle was checking the mail one day he noticed a particularly thick manilla envelope. He checked the sender; it was some publisher he didn’t recognize. He was curious to see what was in it, so the second he got back inside, he threw all the junk mail onto the coffee table and opened the package. Inside was a thick catalogue for the company he had worked with. 
Lyle’s jaw dropped when he saw the cover. In big bold type read “Check out our newest model!! You’ll have to see it to believe it” and on the cover was a close-up of Sam’s face as he winked seductively while licking a fleshy, white wall. 

He quickly flipped through the pages and found the section about Sam. The first few pages were filled close-ups of Sam’s face as the black haired beauty gave a series of sly winks, and coy grins, and bedroom eyes that were meant for Lyle only. He reached the final page to see grinning playfully with his legs spread wide. He could see the outline of Sam’s hands through the nearly sheer fabric that only really covered the very tip of his boyfriend’s monolithic dick. Lyle breathlessly turned the magazine sideways so he could admire his lover’s beauty from the correct angle. As he stared at the image, the page began to peel back and then fell loose from the book. As it fell, it unfolded like an accordion revealing more and more pages contained within. When it was finally fully extended the centerfold was ten pages long; one page for every foot of cock that Sam was seductively leaning against in the panoramic photo. 

Lyle struggled to steady his breathing and his heartbeat. This was bad. He needed to hurry up and tell Sam… but first he needed to change his pants. 
