Chapter 36 - Geno-type pt. 36

Tyler and Jake had but a momentary reprieve before their next ordeal was to begin. Tyler’s mom had heard the door open and close and had quickly come to see how things had gone with Jake’s parents. “Tell me. How did it go? Do you need me to go over there and lay down the law?” She was very worried about the outcome. She had known Jake’s parents for years and didn’t think that they would do something rash like disown Jake, but then again, Jake’s parents were very strict and demanding; it would be very likely that they would try and break up Jake and Tyler.
           
Mrs. Simmons had feared the worst when she turned the corner to see Jake’s eyes still red from tears, but Mark quickly assuaged her fears. “It went awful, but better than expected, actually. Mom flew off the handle, but dad is on our side. It’ll take awhile, but it looks like they’ll both come around eventually.”
           
Mrs. Simmons nodded as she mulled over what Mark had told her for a second and then turned to face Jake.  She looked him in the eyes and placed her hands on his shoulders as she spoke. “You know that you are welcome to spend as much time here as you need. Even if Tyler isn’t here, if dealing with your parents gets to be too much for you, just come on by. We have plenty of room for you here.” She then pulled Jake in for a maternal hug.
           
Jake quickly returned the embrace. He was so glad to have this home away from home; especially now that life at his real home was going to be more awkward than ever. He really wanted his parents to come around sooner rather than later, but at least he had a safe haven in the meantime.
           
Tyler began to move in close to join in on the hugging. He was an affectionate guy by nature, but he also was looking for any excuse to get up and close with his boyfriend. It seems like everyone was getting to spend time with Jake lately except for him. Ok, so that’s probably exaggerating a little, but seriously, Tyler hadn’t been able to make hot, passionate lovins to his boyfriend since last night. Do you know how long that is in teen years?

Now that the cat was out of the bag, so to speak, Tyler didn’t need to hold back any more. He was going to shower Jake with his cum and coat every inch of his lover with his spooge inside and out. He was going to give Jake the growth that he knew Jake was craving. By the time Tyler was done with him Jake would be lucky if he could even fit in a house.

Now, Tyler wasn’t super gung ho about turning his boyfriend into mansion sized mass of cock, but Jake seemed to really want to get bigger and bigger. After all that he had been through, Tyler felt that Jake deserved to get what he wanted, and it was well within Tyler’s ability to give it to him. The hot sex was just a bonus. A huge bonus but still, Tyler just wanted Jake to be happy.

Tyler’s stealth maneuver to crash the therapeutic hugging party was thwarted before he could even get an arm around Jake’s shoulder. The icy glare his mother was giving him froze him in his track and sent shivers down his spine. Tyler now understood how Medusa had done it. She wasn’t necessarily hideous, just royally pissed off.

Tyler’s mom was apparently still hung up on the whole business about Tyler’s cock being bigger than his body. He had been hoping that she would be willing to overlook such small matters given all that had happened in the past few hours. Oh well, that’s how mothers are he supposed.

Tyler slowly tried to back away hoping to slip out of his mom’s agro radius, but it was no use. Mrs. Simmons released Jake from her familial embrace and turned her attention solely to Tyler. “Oh no you don’t. You’re not going anywhere until you explain just what in God’s green Earth you did to yourself.”

Tyler could not bring himself to look her directly in the eyes. It’s not so much that he was ashamed of his now colossal endowment. He loved it, but she was still giving him the frosty medusa glare. “It’s not that bad, honestly.”

That was the best argument Tyler could come up with. What was he supposed to say? “Hey mom. You think this is bad, check it out when it grows up to dwarf a 747. You can drive a car down my shaft.” Actually, he might have to try that sometime. It would probably feel amazing. Wait, no. He can’t start thinking about sexy things while under the condemning glare of his mother. If he popped a mega-boner right in front of his mom he would just die right then and there of shame. Tyler really needed a little time to himself to clear out his mind and his nuts.
Mrs. Simmons gaze narrowed. The frigid rage beams became more concentrated as her chilling gaze became more intense. “You’ve said that already. I need real answers.”

Tyler really had no idea where to go from here, there was really no good way to explain it. “… Would you believe a magic man did it?” Mrs. Simmons folded her arms in front of her chest. She was not going to buy that answer.  Tyler was really feeling uncomfortable now. He rubbed his shoulder with his opposite hand as he continued to fidget and search his mind for any argument he could use. “Jake’s just as big as I am, why aren’t you on his case?” Tyler immediately felt bad for throwing Jake under the bus there, but he was going toe to toe with a professional lawyer. Not only was she Tyler’s mother, but also someone who is paid to be a professional arguer. Tyler was sunk before he even left the metaphorical docks.

Jake shot Tyler an incredulous glance, which Tyler immediately responded to with the most apologetic look he could muster. Tyler’s mom on the other hand kept her gaze steadily fixed on Tyler the whole time. “One, he’s been through more than enough today. Two, he’s not my son. And three, Somehow this just has to be your fault.”

Tyler cringed a bit; she had him on all three counts there. “I honestly don’t know what to say. If I told you the truth you wouldn’t believe me.”

Mrs. Simmons raised her eyebrows questioningly while still keeping her piercing glare trained on Tyler. It was a look that seemed to say “Ok. I’m listening. You’re still dead meat, but I’ll at least hear you out before I tear you to shreds.” Tyler had no idea how she managed to do that. By all accounts it shouldn’t be possible, but it was a look that seemed to be given to women when they had their first child. Like, when they are in the hospital and the first kid pops out they earn an achievement and they unlock access to use each and every facial muscle independently so that you can let your kid know just exactly how pissed off you are from up to five miles away.

Her voice was slow and calculated. “The truth is more unbelievable than you strolling in here with a dick the size of a smart car?”

Mentally, Tyler was railing about how he’s totally bigger than a smart car. I mean, have you seen those things? He could crush one of those eco friendly clown cars under his left nut if he wanted to. Not that he was going to tell his mom that. There’s no way Tyler was going to admit to liking his massive junk as much as he did while he was being grilled under the icy hot gaze of a livid lady. “A magic man did it?” Tyler immediately regretted his choice of words. His mom looked even more annoyed than she had before. He had to somehow convince her of the truth before she had a conniption. “No, seriously. Well he wasn’t a man, and maybe not even magic. More of an alien with super alien tech. He visited us on Friday when we were out camping and granted us a wish. I… sort of asked for a bigger… willy.” Tyler caught himself before blurting out the c word in front of his mom. The word “willy” felt really silly, but probably best to play it safe in the presence of old ladies.

“That is the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard.” Tyler’s mom was still not buying his story and now looked even more agitated than before.

“Um, but it’s true.” Jake meekly joined the debate. He had been silent so far, but he realized that his input would be necessary here. The story was so outlandish that there is no way that Mrs. Simmons would listen to Tyler. She would listen to Jake though. Maybe?

Tyler’s mother looked momentarily shocked but then turned her incredulous gaze upon Jake. “Why should I believe that?”

“Well for starters, I’m hung like a Buick,” Jake patted his monolithic shaft for emphasis.  “and B, its in our best interest to tell the truth.” Jake didn’t have near the skill that Tyler had with puppy dog eyes or apologetic faces, but he had to hope that his expression was earnest enough to help make his case.

Mrs. Simmons considered Jake’s argument for a moment. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. They had no reason to lie at this point, but seriously? Magic dick growing alien genies from space? Who would ever think of such a stupid idea? Still, the proof was in the package. The fact of the matter was that both her son and his main squeeze could barely fit through the doorway due to their gigantic dicks. “Ok. Say I believe you. Does this mean you wished for the same thing?”

It was Jake’s turn to fidget. What should he tell her? Should he tell her about the whole wishing for Tyler to go gay for him? Even though nothing came of it, Jake still felt a little guilty for it. Should he tell her about how Tyler’s condition is contagious? That would probably cause unnecessary problems. The best bet would be to tell her exactly what he wished for. “No. I actually wished for something different… I just wanted to be a part of Tyler’s life… and so I wished that he could share his future with me.” Jake gestured to the massive mound of manmeat spread out before him. “And this just happened to be what his future held.”

“So it was jus an unfortunate choice of words?” Tyler’s mom asked.

Jake really didn’t think it was unfortunate. If anything he felt very fortunate for being able to join Tyler in his growth, but now that he thought about it, much of their problems were his fault. Tyler most likely would have stopped growing a while ago had he not been playfully competing with Jake. Jake wouldn’t have grown at all, nor would Sam have. “Yeah… I guess you could say that. So his growing sort of rubbed off on me.” It might actually be more correct to say it had rubbed out on him, but that’s not something she really needed to know.
“Is there any way to reverse it?” Mrs. Simmons seemed to be over her argumentative phase and was not just worried for her two boys.

“Not that we know of…” Jake trailed off at the end. They hadn’t even really looked for any way to reverse it. If anything they had been trying to spur it along. Maybe they should actually study it figure out some method of reversing the process. There had to be a way, right? Well, ok there doesn’t have to be a way to reverse it, but Tyler’s life was going to be more difficult because of it. Tyler was enjoying it now, but it wouldn’t be long before not being able to play sports anymore really started to get him down. Maybe they could call Geno back. He could fix this, right? After all, it was his alien space magic, but there was no telling when he would be back in the area again; they might never see him again.

“It’s fine.” Tyler responded dismissively. “We’ll figure something out eventually. Until then we will enjoy the gift we have been given.”
Tyler’s mother was none too pleased with Tyler’s attitude about this whole thing. He could barely even walk, and yet he was acting as if there wasn’t a problem? He could barely even go out in public like that. It’s a wonder he didn’t get kicked out of school for showing up like that. She also knew that trying to argue with him about it wasn’t going to get her anywhere. The best she could do is hope they didn’t get any bigger until they managed to figure something out. In the meantime she would have to try and see if there was anyone who might be able to help. “Look. Just try not to do anything too crazy until we figure this out. If you need me I’ll be on Web MD.”

With that she walked out of the room. She had to get out of there; the insanity of the situation was really getting to her. Not only did she have to accept that her son was now packing a submarine in his pants, but also, apparently that they were not alone in the universe. She wasn’t so unnerved by the existence of alien life, but rather that said aliens seem to have nothing better to do with their free time than cast freaky space voodoo on high schoolers.

Once she was gone Tyler turned to talk to Jake and Mark. “You look tired after all that has happened this afternoon. How about I start a pot of coffee for you two?” The two of them perked up a lot at the very mention of coffee. Sometimes it was painfully obvious that they were brothers.

“Great. Just wait in the dining room and I’ll put a pot on. I have some stuff to take care of, and I bet you two have a lot to catch up on anyway.” Tyler gave them both a wink as he slipped off to the kitchen.

Jake was worried. Something about that wink Tyler gave them, or maybe more specifically him, unnerved him. Jake was sure that that wink was directed at him, but just what could he be planning? Jake continued to mull this over as he and Mark went into the dining room and took their seats. One way or the other he was going to figure out what Tyler was up to soon enough.

Tyler entered the kitchen and began digging around the cupboards. He quickly found what he was looking for; a few empty mason jars and their corresponding lids. Jackpot. Now that he had a container, he set up the coffee pot and snuck back off to his room. Fortunately, no one seemed to notice him slinking around, or if they did they didn’t care enough to stop him and question him.

Tyler slipped into his room and quickly shut the door behind him. He needed to get off so bad by now. He had been keeping his libido in check all day, but now he was about ready to blow. He was also strangely giddy about the prospects of enhancing Mark. Get his rocks off and help a friend? Talk about killing two birds with one stone.

Tyler quickly peeled off his layers and aimed his massive shaft into the doorway of the bathroom. There was no way he could fit his mega-hard on into the bathroom, but at least this way he could avoid splattering the carpet as much as possible. He was actually surprised by how clean his room was now. Those cleaning ladies that had shown up yesterday had done a really nice job with the place. It would be rude to undo all that hard work, and besides, he had to sleep in here tonight, so it was in his best interest to not jizz all over the place.

Tyler was hard before he even began stroking his immense shaft. He wanted this. He needed this. Even at his reduced size he still had nuts that put most beanbags to shame. When these babies were screaming for release it is kind of hard to ignore them. Tyler leaned onto his mammoth cock and began thrusting in the direction of the shower. The sheer weight of his enormous dick was helping to grind it into the carpet with each thrust. The door frame was a very tight fit and was jacking Tyler off roughly.

It felt great, but there was something missing; after having passionate sex with Jake and Sam the past few days, jacking off just left him feeling strangely hollow. Tyler was wishing Jake was here with him, but he felt it probably best to not involve Jake in his current endeavor. He didn’t know how Jake would react to his plans to grow his older brother, but chances were pretty good that he would think it was a terrible idea.

Frotting the carpet wasn’t getting Tyler anywhere. It felt good, but it wasn’t what he needed right now. What he needed was some serious face time with his boyfriend, the kind of face time that resulted in tongue wrestling and maybe even a few hickeys.

Tyler flopped down atop his massive cock and slid a hand back to his ass. As his fingers played at the edges of his still wrecked hole, Tyler thought back on the last few days. He had never thought of himself as a bottom before, but there was something special about the time that Jake had topped him. It was more than the feeling of pleasure of having Jake’s massive tool embedded deep in is backside. There was something sensual about trusting someone enough to allow them to enter him in such a way. Jake was able to ease Tyler past his misgivings and lead him into an all new amazing experience. It was as if the two of them had become one as Jake tenderly reamed Tyler’s ass without mercy.

Tyler easily got two of his fingers into his stretched out asshole. It had tightened up a bit since Sam had plowed him the night before, but still nowhere near where it was a few days ago. It was fine, though. Tyler didn’t really want it to heal up yet anyway. It was a nice feeling to feel so loose back there. Every step he made throughout the day he could feel it; a constant reminder of the wild night he had had with Jake. Tyler was going to be sad when it was gone. The way things were now he’d never again get to experience the joy of being packed to capacity by Jake’s enormous dick. For the first time since he had gotten his powers, Tyler was really regretting it. He wished they could be back down to a size where they could take turns riding each other’s meaty shafts. You know, twelve, fourteen inches or so; something nice and small.

Tyler didn’t have to dig around long before he found the spot. He could easily reach it since it was just a few inches inside of him; his fingers were able to poke against it easily once they were in up to their second knuckles. Tyler pressed against it with his finger tips and a shock of pleasure immediately arced up his spine and down his cock. He wished he could press into it harder, but his arm just wasn’t long enough to get his hand into a better position. This is why he needed a dick; a nice hard shaft to just come by and drill him for oil while Jake whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

Tyler continued prodding at his anal g-spot while he began rocking back and forth on his gigantic dick. The motion caused his cock to grind against the floor. The combination of the floor against his dick and the fingers playing with his ass was enough to bring him to the edge. Tyler could feel he was just about ready and made one final thrust forward. He used the momentum and to arc his back so that he could get one last deep prod of his fingers into his ass. He came hard as his fingers dug in deep to that sweet sensitive spot inside of him. He struggled to swallow his moans of pleasure as rope after rope of thick, creamy jizz sprayed through the air and splattered against the tile, glass, porcelain, or whatever other surface it could find in the bathroom.

The deluge pouring from Tyler’s cock quickly drenched the bathroom and began pooling on the floor. The rain of spooge was so thick that the pool of jizz filled the whole bathroom and began spilling out onto Tyler’s carpet. Tyler no longer cared about keeping the room clean, though. All he wanted was to drain every last ounce of cream from his painfully full balls.

Tyler felt accomplished as the torrent of cum finally slowed to a dribble. He wanted to lay there and bask in the afterglow, but he knew he had a job to do. Jake and Mark would be wondering where he was, and the coffee should be done by now. Tyler begrudgingly got to his feet and picked up the mason jars he had brought up with him. He easily managed to fill one jar and then another and another. There was enough spunk in that room to fill an industrial strength vat if he had felt like it, but he didn’t need that much. He figured three jars should be enough for now.

Tyler took one jar and placed the other two sealed jars on his desk and quickly got dressed. Tyler went back downstairs and found Jake and Mark still in the dining room; reminiscing about bygone days. It didn’t appear that they had realized how long he had been gone. Tyler kept the jar of cum hidden as best as he could as he slipped past them.

Sneaking past went a lot easier than he had expected. Metal Gear Solid had made it seem so difficult, but if Tyler could sneak past with his massive equipment slowing him down, maybe Snake just needed more training. Tyler could see that the coffee had been done for a few minutes already and had begun to cool off a bit, but it was still plenty warm for Mark and Jake. Tyler pulled two clean mugs out of the washing machine and filled one mug about half full with the creamy spunk from his jar and then topped both mugs off with coffee. The jizz didn’t dissolve into the coffee at all. Instead he got a cup of coffee with thick white strands swirling around in it. He just had to hope that Mark didn’t pay too much attention to his cup of Joe. Well, cup of Jizz in this case.

“Sorry that took so long. Here’s the drinks.” Tyler tried to seem as normal as possible as he slipped Mark and Jake their respective mugs. Tyler was about to burst out giggling, but he kept it in as best he could. Tyler took his seat next to Jake and watched Mark take a long swig from his mug. Tyler couldn’t hold it in any longer and a devious grin spread across his face. Mark was too busy draining every last drop from his cup in one long chug, but Jake saw Tyler’s grin and immediately suspected something was up.

After successfully downing the contents of his mug in one continuous swill, Mark slammed his mug down and grunted in disgust. “That coffee tastes like shit. What’s in it?”

Tyler rolled his eyes, but he still had that devious grin plastered on his face. “Oh, I just used some non dairy creamer that Jake likes.” Jake’s mouth fell open and his eyes opened wide in a shocked expression as he figured out what Tyler had done.

Mark ran his tongue across his teeth trying to get the last bits of the slimy creamer off of them. “Must be an acquired taste. The creamer is almost as bitter as the brew. Well. I’m going to get another cup.” Tyler was trying so hard not to giggle, but his shock and awe took over his desire to laugh as Mark stood up to get another mug of coffee. Jake couldn’t help but look either as his brother’s package swelled noticeably in the confines of his tight jeans. The cock and balls became more and more defined as they swelled up and lengthened. Jake and Tyler could see the outline of Mark’s penis in high definition as it stretched from its previously respectable six inches to a solid nine inches before halting its growth. Mark’s nuts now looked to be the size of chicken eggs.

With Mark out of the room, Jake turned his attention back to Tyler. “What’s the big idea!?” Jake was more shocked than angry.

Tyler was giggling now, but he managed to slip in a sentence between his chuckles. “Just helping out. I gave Mark a little extra downstairs, and soon your parents will be off your back about giving them grandkids.”

Jake just stared at Tyler dumbfounded. He didn’t know whether to punch him or kiss him, but the more he looked at Tyler’s disarmingly adorable grin the closer he came to kissing him. Jake had just about made up his mind to land a long hot kiss on Tyler’s cocky lips to wipe that goofy grin from his face and then punch him when Mark returned with a fresh cuppa brew and a small jar of white something.

Mark set his cup down on the table and then began unscrewing the lip from the jar. “This the creamer you were talking about?” Tyler nodded as he silently grinned like a Cheshire Cat. Jake didn’t speak either; he was too stunned to as his brother sniffed the contents of the jar. Mark stuck a finger into the jar and coated it with a large glop of Tyler’s jizz before sticking it into his mouth to taste it. He rolled the spooge around in his mouth a bit before swallowing it. He shrugged and poured a few more globs into his coffee. “It’s not bad once you know what to expect I suppose.” Tyler was too busy watching Mark’s already large shaft gain an extra inch to care about the extra doses Mark had added to his drink.

Tyler bit his lip to keep from laughing as he fidgeted in his chair. Jake looked about ready to punch him, but was still too in shock to complain. Mark picked up his mug to take another long chug. Tyler didn’t want to miss this for the world. Fortunately, his fidgeting gave him an idea. “Hey, this chair seems wobbly… I’m going to check the legs.” Tyler got out of his seat and crawled under the table. He was checking the legs alright, but not the chair’s. He was watching Mark’s legs; all three of them.

Tyler stared as Mark’s already impressive ten inches grew and stretched more and more. It reached twelve inches and kept going. Mark’s cock and balls continued to grow and stretch; his thick shaft slowly snaking its way down his pants leg before eventually coming to a halt over halfway down to his knee. Mark’s cock had to be at least fifteen inches long and it was still soft. His huge nuts were now putting softballs to shame. Tyler had just gotten off and yet he was getting very turned on by this. He could go for another round right here, right now. He tried to shake the thought of Mark plowing him like Jake had done just a few days ago out of his mind. Unfortunately, Mark didn’t swing that way, but at least his wife should be able to enjoy it tonight when he got home. Oh, shit. Tyler realized he had better stop Mark before he became too big to fit into his wife. If that happened his whole idea would backfire pretty hard.

Tyler climbed back up from under the table to see Mark picking up the jar again. “Hey, aren’t you going to save some of that for Jake? After all, it’s his favorite.” Tyler gave Jake a sly wink as he said that last bit. Jake responded to the wink with a look of “I’m still deciding if I am going to punch you or kiss you.”

Mark slid the jar over to Jake and then stood up and stretched. Mark’s stretching just caused the package to even more visible. Jake stared on in bug-eyed awe at the incredible cock that his brother now possessed. Once he was sufficiently loosened up, Mark spoke. “It’s for the best I suppose. I should really get going, and if I had another cup I would never make it home before I had to piss like a racehorse.” He then looked at Jake and added in a more serious tone, “You have my phone number. Never be afraid to call me for anything you need. I’ll be over as soon as I can.”

Jake nodded in agreement. “I’ll be sure to call you if anything comes up. Now go home. We can handle it from here.” Jake made some lighthearted shooing motions after he spoke to help put Mark’s mind at ease.

A few quick good-byes were exchanged and then Mark went on his way back home. Mark seemed to have a little extra spring in his step as he walked off. As soon as he was out the door Tyler bust out laughing. Tyler’s infectious laugh soon spread to Jake as well. When Tyler finally managed to slow his laughing enough to speak he looked at Jake and said “It sounds like Mark and his wife are in for a good night.” which just got them both howling again. 