Chapter 27 - Geno-type pt. 27

Sam just lay there for awhile. His mind was too foggy from the orgasm that had just rocked him to his core, and his body was so tired and sore from the epic ordeal he had just overcome. He could feel the giant puddle of jizz he was suspended in slowly disperse as what couldn’t be absorbed by the already saturated earth spread outwards.
           
Sam wanted to lie there forever. Not just because he was so comfortable, but also because he was dreading getting up; he knew his dick was now beyond huge. He could feel it bobbing along with the ebb and flow of the cum current. He could also feel his now massive nuts bumping against the ground below him; his huge balls were the only part of his body to touch the ground.
           
Somewhere deep in the back of Sam’s mind he wondered if he was still growing. He wasn’t sure how the growth worked. Was it just the initial contact that spurred the growth on? Would continuous contact continue to keep the process going? If the latter were true, Sam was in trouble. He was bathing in the spunk right now, and had been for several minutes. Then again, he was been laminated in the spooge earlier, and his growth had halted after a short burst.
           
Either way, this growth spurt was the biggest one he had seen yet, and his cock was as small as it was going to get. He shuddered as he thought about just how big he would be when he got to his full size. He remembered Jake’s colossus towering over his house. Would Sam be that big soon, too? Sam turned his head a bit to get a look at the flaccid behemoth that was pouring out of his bedroom. His friend’s huge meat would give a greyhound bus an inadequacy complex.
           
Seeing Jake’s monumental cock reminded him of the purpose of his little escapade. He needed to get that beast down to a more manageable size so Jake and Tyler could escape their erotic prison. Sam could feel a little smile playing at the corner of his mouth as he thought to himself “well, that certainly gives new meaning to the term ‘cock blocked.’”
           
Sam felt his butt bump against the grass as the lake of jizz finally dispersed. He should probably get up and help Jake and Tyler now. Sam struggled to his feet; his arm and leg muscles were screaming at him after the workout he had just put them through. Sam could feel his stomach drop as he stood fully upright, but his nuts didn’t come with him. They still rested heavily in the muck. Sam slowly looked down; the fear welling up inside him as he could see his newly grown cock for the first time.
           
Sam had always had large balls. They were low hangers, like Tyler’s but they were big. Even before his growth, Sam had big, full bull balls that swung around heavily when he walked around. Part of the reason Sam loved to wear boxers was to give them room to roll around. His dick was a decent enough length, but when he was soft, his balls used to hang down even lower than his dick. It made sense that now that his dick was longer than his legs, his balls would hang lower, too.
           
Sam didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. This whole situation was ludicrous. He was a freak of nature, and there was no way he could try and hide it anymore. Anywhere he went people would easily see the obscenely huge bulge in his pants. His modeling career was over before it had even started. Even Dalton, who seemed to love huge cocks, would be disgusted by this grotesque mass that dangled between Sam’s legs.
           
Sam had almost forgotten about Dalton. Just remembering made his heart ache. Sam knew he had no chance with Tyler, and Dalton was currently his best bet. He did like Dalton, right? Sam tried to think. Sam really didn’t know too much about him. All Sam knew was that Dalton seemed to be enraptured by Sam’s large dick, and that Dalton really knew how to charm people. Sam blushed just thinking about the things Dalton had said to him. Sam had never had anyone say he was beautiful before; he would love to hear it again sometime.
           
Other than that, what did he know about Dalton? Dalton was a bit of a hipster; an alright student; maybe even a bit of a playboy. Sam really didn’t know much else. If Dalton didn’t run screaming from him the second he saw the graboid crawling around between Sam’s legs he would be sure to get to know him better.  
           
Sam slowly stomped through the muck; his massive dong and enormous balls dragging awkwardly behind him. He had found the hose easily enough and begun to spray himself down. The cum was on there thick. Not just that, but it seemed extra sticky. Sam pulled the trigger all the way as blasted his skin at full blast. The close range pressure washing helped wash the extra gunk off of him, but it left his skin sore and red.
           
Once Sam was satisfied with how clean he was, he walked back to the stairway and began to hose down Jake’s colossal cock. The mountainous expanse of dick receded back onto the landing. Jake was still standing there in the doorway; not that he could have gone anywhere in his previous state.
           
Jake was conflicted. He was glad to see Sam and was glad to be down to a more manageable size, but he was also a little sad to see all that glorious cock reduced down to such a meager size. Just thinking about how huge he had been a second ago made him start to get aroused again.
           
Jake’s boner was cut off before it could really get started, though. He began to remember what it was like to be fully hard at his monumental size, which was amazing, but with the memory of his size came the memory of Sam’s peril. Jake was disgusted with himself. He hated how he had let his libido get the better of him. He had endangered his friend’s life because he could not keep his raging hormones in check. The sense of guilt and shame that Jake felt overpowered his horniness, and his arousal quickly dissipated.
           
Jake reached down and pulled up the underwear tat he was currently wearing down around his ankles. It took him a minute or two, but he managed to get his brief back on. His magnificent cock looked even paltrier now that it was compressed under a layer of fabric. To anyone else but Jake, his gigantic package looked incredibly huge. The sheer size of it was mind blowing; not to mention how fully it filled out his pants. Jake’s mammoth cock was straining against the confines of its fabric prison; it looked about ready to break free at any second.
           
Once Jake was back down to a reasonable size and was what passes as clothed for him, he moved out of the doorway so Sam could get in. Sam entered his room, and could see Tyler against the wall. Tyler gave him a sheepish grin. Sam could quickly see why Tyler was acting like he was. Tyler’s dick was still stuck in the window. Even after it had deflated quite a bit, it was jammed in there pretty well. Had Tyler grown even more while he was plowing the window? It wouldn’t surprise Sam at all if that were the case; it would make Sam’s extra strength growth spurt make more sense as well, too.
           
Tyler just pointed at his huge dick with both thumbs and asked “Think you could help me with this?” Tyler was super embarrassed to be in the position he was in. He must have looked ridiculous. Not only because Sam could tell that Tyler had been humping his window, but because Tyler was left in a very vulnerable position. Tyler knew he had no one to blame for his predicament but himself, but he also knew that if he ever found himself in the same position he had been in earlier, he would do the exact same thing.
           
Sam just shook his head slowly as he rolled his eyes. Sam walked up to Tyler’s mega cock and began pulling at it while Tyler did the same thing from the other side. It really wasn’t wedged in there all that tight, but it was so huge and so thick around, that it was hard to get a decent grip onto it. With the two of them working together, Tyler’s gigantic dick easily popped out of the open portal and flopped heavily onto the spongy carpet.
           
Tyler breathed a sigh of relief when his huge dick was free of its prison, and he began rubbing the area where the window frame had been digging into his flesh; there was a visible red ring around his shaft where the flow of blood had been obstructed. Tyler gave a quick nod to Sam to show his appreciation. “Thanks a bunch. I got a little carried away there.” Tyler gave a short sheepish chuckle and then gestured to the huge cock and balls Sam was struggling to drag around with him. “I’m actually surprised to see you didn’t shrink back down before coming in.”
           
Sam’s eyes narrowed as he glared at Tyler. “I did.”
           
Tyler cocked his head to the side a bit and raised an eyebrow questioningly. Sam seemed a little bit miffed. Sam nodded towards Tyler’s gigantic dick and then towards the window as he stood there with his arms crossed sternly in front of him. Tyler quickly caught on. “…oh.”
           
Tyler really wanted to laugh. The whole scenario was hilarious when you thought about it, not to mention extremely hot. He had accidentally given Sam one hell of a cum bath. Tyler really wished he could have seen it. Even at his condensed size, that last load felt like his biggest yet. It was almost as if his monolithic load had been compressed down as well. As if his jet stream had been several times thicker than it would have been at his full size. It definitely seemed to have a much stronger affect than it normally did, if Sam’s huge dick was any indication; it had to be at least twice as long as it was before.
           
Tyler tried his best to keep a straight face. He didn’t understand why Sam seemed to be so upset. Sam loved having a huge dick just as much as he did. Didn’t he? Something was bugging Sam, though, and it seemed to be directly related to the huge piece of meat Sam was struggling to drag around his room. Tyler tried his best to give Sam a reassuring smile. “I’m sorry?” Tyler hoped that Sam would accept his apology, but he didn’t feel like he needed to apologize in the first place.
           
Sam just sighed. He dropped his arms and his stern glare in the process. He knew that there was nothing he could do about it now. His efforts were better spent trying to make the best of his current measurements. Speaking of measurements, he would need to take some soon, and get to work on his own pair of briefs for tomorrow. Like it or not, he was one of the big boys now, and he had better dress accordingly.
           
Sam looked over at the clock. It was already almost midnight. They would need to get some sleep soon if they didn’t want to be dead tired in class tomorrow, and there was a lot that needed to be done before they went to sleep. “Alright. It’s getting late. We need to get a plan ready for tomorrow.”
           
Jake just looked around uncertainly. He didn’t really have any plans for tomorrow. He was technically finished with school, but he knew that Sam and Tyler would need to go. Jake had the dubious honor of being their sole source of transportation, so that meant he had to go too. Even with his mobility restored by Sam’s invention, Jake wasn’t entirely sure he was ready to go out in public. On one hand he was happy with how huge he was getting. He knew that he was bigger than anyone had ever been before. Everyone who saw him would be able to instantly see it, but Jake also didn’t like causing trouble. He couldn’t see how swinging his massive dick around in public would be a good idea.
           
Tyler on the other hand was fully hung-ho about going out and being seen by as many people as possible. He loved being the center of attention, and he now had the equipment to make sure that no one would be able to take their eyes off of him. Come tomorrow morning, he would have an entire school of adoring fans. “It seems easy enough to me. We get dressed and we go to school. Everything else that happens, happens.” Tyler nodded in agreement with himself. He was obviously very pleased with himself and his prospects for tomorrow.
           
Jake slowly nodded in agreement. He wanted to go too, but not for the same reasons as Tyler. Jake was exited to see how little everyone else would be compared to him, but Jake didn’t dare mention this to anyone else. He was still trying to come to terms with this strange, dark part of his subconscious.
           
Sam had figured all along that they would be going back to class. He was just hoping that his friends would give him an excuse to stay home. At least with Tyler around, no one would pay Sam much mind; as huge as Sam was, he was a small fry next to Tyler. Sam also really wanted to see Dalton again. He hoped that Dalton would not be too freaked out when he saw Sam. Who knows, Dalton was a self-confessed size queen. Maybe he’d even like it?
           
Just thinking about Dalton worshipping his cock made Sam begin to get aroused all over again. He could feel his enormous dick stirring to life and swelling up as he imagined Dalton worshipping every inch of his colossus. Sam begrudgingly shook the thought out of his mind. He needed to be the rational one here, and it was far more likely that Dalton would be scared off by the grotesque mass of flesh protruding obscenely between Sam’s legs. “Alright, fine, but we’ll need clothes and some sleep. It would also be great if we could get clean before going. I really don’t want to go to school reeking of cum.”
           
Tyler nodded in agreement. “Yeah. You’re totally right. I’ll wait until you get there before I hose you down again.” He was grinning ear to ear. He had a devious glint in his eyes that made him look like a very horny Cheshire Cat. This made Jake start laughing, which in turn caused Tyler to start laughing, too. Both of them abruptly stopped when they saw the seething death stare that Sam was giving them. Geez. He was touchy tonight.
           
“Anyway.” Sam gave both Jake and Tyler another menacing glare before continuing. “I figure if we wash your clothes really quick, we can have those ready for tomorrow. In the meantime I can whip up another batch of skivvies. I’ll obviously need a pair for tomorrow.” Sam demeanor became noticeably sullen as he said the last little bit.
           
Jake and Tyler looked at each other and then down at their briefs. They had gotten some cum smeared onto them during their most recent shooting match, and would obviously need a good rinsing before being worn out in public. The clothes they had arrived in were now white and crusty after having been so thoroughly soaked in jizz and then left to dry.
           
Jake scooped up his and Tyler’s old clothes and began emptying the pockets. “That’s probably for the best. I’m tired after today anyway, so let’s turn in soon.” As Jake emptied the pockets he could see that his phone was dead. His battery life sucked so bad, so it really wasn’t any surprise. Tyler’s phone still had a little juice left, though. Tyler also had quite a few missed calls and messages. Jake thought this was a little odd since he was the only one to call or text Tyler on a regular basis, but didn’t feel it worth his time to look into. “Yo. Someone’s been trying to get in touch.”
           
Jake lobbed the phone to Tyler, who easily caught it and began checking the messages. They were surprisingly all from his mom. Tyler’s mom typically accepted that Tyler could vanish off to a friend’s house for a day or two and not call in. She would occasionally drop him a text seeing if she should plan on him being home for dinner or something to that effect, but this was something else entirely; several missed calls, voice messages, texts. Something was going down.
           
Tyler thumbed through his texts really quickly. “Don’t let Jake call his parents.”
           
“Don’t let him check his messages.”
           
“Better just keep him off the phone altogether.”
           
Tyler really didn’t like where this was going and so he dialed into his voicemail. Sure enough, the message there was from his mom as well. “Hey, sweetie, listen. I was talking with Jake’s folks. I let slip that you two were, well… together. I tried to pass it off as a joke, but they aren’t taking it well at all. I didn’t know what to do. I’ve called Mark. He’ll be here tomorrow. Hopefully he can handle them. Try and lay low until then. If you have a friend’s place you can stay at, then do so.”
           
Tyler could feel his heart drop into his stomach. He knew Jake’s parents were a little old fashioned, but they seemed like decent enough people. They were very strict, though. If his mother was worried then he was worried. Tyler just had to hope that Uncle Mark could handle them.
           
Uncle Mark wasn’t actually Tyler’s uncle, or anyone’s uncle for that matter. He is Jake’s older brother. When Jake and Tyler were really little and Mark was still staying with his parents, he would often be the one to look after the two boys. Being almost twenty years older than Jake made him seem less of a brother and more of a father figure. Somewhere along the years, Tyler had started calling him “Uncle Mark” a title that Jake picked up on, too. It quickly became his official title in Tyler’s household.
           
Mark had finally completed his Masters degree and moved out to pursue his own career about six years ago, but he still stayed in touch. In many ways he was closer with Tyler’s parents than he had ever been with his own, and he was definitely closer with Jake than he had ever been with their older brother.
           
After hearing his mother’s warnings, Tyler quickly texted a reply to his mom and then deleted all of his messages. Tyler hated lying. He was awful at it, but he had to do it to protect Jake. Tyler turned his phone off and set it on the desk as he heard Jake ask “What did your mom want?” Shit. Jake must have seen her name when he glanced at the phone. At least, Tyler knew there was no way Jake could have checked the messages; he hadn’t unlocked the phone before passing it to Tyler.
           
Tyler tried to play it cool as best he could. “Apparently the house cleaner called earlier. She says we either need to pay her double or let her start filming whatever it is we did up there.” This was technically true. Tyler had had one message to this effect much earlier on in the day. Tyler tried his best to smile, but it felt like he was trying too hard. Tyler was afraid that Jake would be able to catch on to the amount of effort it was taking him to just crack even a basic smile.
           
Jake just rolled his eyes. “Surely that’s not the only thing she said.”

“Haha. Yeah. You got me. She talked to Uncle Mark earlier. He was going to come visit tomorrow.”

Tyler was fidgeting. A lot. Jake knew there was something he wasn’t telling him. “That’s good news… right?”

Tyler knew he was busted, but he still had to limit the impact. Tyler couldn’t even look Jake in the eyes as he continued. “Well. He wants to be here to help you break the news to your parents.”

Jake swallowed hard. He had been so caught up in all the fun he had been having with Tyler the past few days he hadn’t even considered how his parents would react. For years, Mark was the only person who had known. It was Mark who had suggested Jake use the old chest in the closet to hide his toys, and it was Mark who had bought most of the contents or had taken Jake to pick out his own.

They had gotten some strange looks when they first visited the stores, but Mark had managed to pass himself off Jake’s father; having the same surname on their respective IDs helped a lot. The shop workers were very nice to them, and were very pleased to see someone who was so supportive of their son in such a difficult time in any young man’s life; especially a gay one.

Jake was relieved that Tyler’s mom had had the foresight to call Mark first before telling his parents. Mark had always told Jake to be sure and call him first, whenever he decided to finally give their parents the talk. Mark had always been the most rebellious of their three sons, and so he knew a thing or two about standing up to them. Jake was very nervous about what tomorrow would hold, but now that he had his brother and his boyfriend by his side, he felt much more confident.

Tyler waited anxiously for any response from Jake. Tyler hadn’t technically lied, but he had skewed the truth enough to make him very uncomfortable. He could only hope that Jake would buy his story. “So… are you ok?”

Jake was so caught up worrying about tomorrow that he had forgotten to pay attention to what was happening around him. He could see the worry etched into Tyler’s face. Jake’s demeanor immediately softened. “Oh. Yeah. I’m fine. I think I’m ready. They have to find out sometime, right? And with you by my side I am sure I’ll be fine… You will be there, right?”
Tyler immediately perked up. “Of course! I’ll be there for you whenever you need me. I always have been and always will be.” Tyler began running slowly towards Jake and Jake began to do the same towards Tyler. Had this been a movie, Rhapsody in G would be blaring in the background, and the slow running would be a result of cinematic magic. As it was, the only soundtrack to this scene was the smushy, squishing sound of footfalls on the saturated carpet, and the slow running was just a side effect of the two boys struggling to move while being weighted down by their enormous dicks and balls.

Their huge packages obstructed them further as their cocks and balls smashed against each other as they tried to embrace. The two boys had to crawl over their own members in order to get into arms reach of each other. Once, they did, though, they embraced long and passionately and kissed each other deeply.

Sam was once again left to feel like the third wheel, but he knew that this was for the best. He really liked Jake and Tyler, and was happy for them. If anyone deserved each other it was these two. Sam silently walked around the room collecting pieces of clothing to throw into the washer. He hoped that whatever happened next, Tyler and Jake would at least try and limit the damage to his already defiled living quarters.

Sam flung his massive cock over his shoulder and slowly walked down the stairs with the bundle of clothes to be washed. He was genuinely happy for them and was feeling all warm and fuzzy after watching the touching moment Jake and Tyler had shared. Sam hoped that he found someone like that some day; someone who would be able to see pass the giant mass of sex that was now larger than Sam’s body.

It was slow going, trying to walk down the stairs. It really didn’t help that Sam’s huge nuts now hung lower than his ankles. They were also so huge that he couldn’t fit them side by side on the stairway. He eventually settled on a system where he would prop himself up on his the railing using his hands while he used his feet to guide his balls down the steps. He was able to keep the laundry balanced in his lap as he walked down the railing on his palms and rode his nuts down the stairs. He had expected it to hurt a lot more than it had, but at his current size, each foot drop was roughly akin to an inch drop for a normal person.

Sam was glad to finally be on the ground floor. There were no more stairs between him and the utility room where the washer was kept. The house was pitch black and completely silent as Sam crept around. He hoped to be in and out without his dad catching him. It seemed like Sam had made it too. He loaded the clothes into the washer, tossed in some detergent, and set the cycle to run. Once Sam was satisfied that the washing machine could handle the rest of the task without him, he brushed his hands together with a few satisfied smacks; this was both a gesture of accomplishment and a method of shaking off the powdered jizz flakes that Sam had gotten all over his hands from handling the cum-crusted clothing.

Sam turned around the see his father standing in the doorway glaring at it. Sam’s heart stopped and his body tensed up with fear. He had no idea how his father would react to seeing him like this.

Sam’s dad looked his son up and down; noticing the modifications that had been made since last he saw them. “You got bigger.”

Sam stood up straight and rigid as if he were an army recruit being grilled by some tough talking drill instructor. Now that he was no longer making an effort to try and balance his massive dick over his shoulder, it quickly rolled off and crashed against the floor with a loud smack. “Yes, sir” was all that Sam could manage. He stared straight ahead, not daring to make eye contact.

Sam’s dad puffed up his chest as stared down his son. The two were roughly the same height, but Sam’s dad had a far bulkier build. Years of working hard construction had given him solid muscles, and years of not worrying too much about his diet had added even more bulk on top of that. Sam’s dad completely dwarfed his lithe son. “I’ve seen the other boys. They are bigger.”

Sam nodded; still too panicked to read his father’s tone. “Yes, sir.”

Sam’s father’s eyes narrowed even further. “Do you know what you are doing?”

Sam couldn’t answer. He didn’t fully understand the question, and his brain was on the verge of a full meltdown.

Todd had always been a man of few words and fewer facial expressions. Wanda had been the first woman to ever be able to see through his stoic mask and understand his feelings. You wouldn’t know it by looking at him, but marrying her made him the happiest man in the world. Then Sam was born and it seemed like his life was getting better every day.

Wanda had been taken from them far too early. Todd missed her every day of his life, but he was glad to have Sam around. He could see so much of her in his son; especially in his smile and the way he laughed. When Sam had come out and had his entire life upended, it hurt Todd more than he would ever show. Every day Sam’s emotions seemed to dull and he became more and more like his father. It tore him up inside to see that vacant expression on Sam’s face, but he never was any good at expressing himself. He couldn’t give Sam the help that he knew Sam needed.

When Sam had shown up with two new friends, Todd was at first shocked to see their odd proportions. He had never known people could get to be so big down there; even Sam’s had surprised him. He certainly didn’t get that from his side of the family, but as shocking as their appearances were, their effect on Sam’s mood was undeniable. Sam was laughing for the first time ages. As much as Todd hated dark elves and especially spiders, if Sam had met a Drider that made him laugh like that, Todd would walk up and shake both of his hands and all eight of his legs. 

Still, seeing Sam with a cock that was bigger than his body was hard to take in, especially after seeing that whale of a dick that was shooting out of his guest house earlier. It’s probably a good thing that Todd had no idea about Sam having played Jonah with that same whale earlier in the night. Todd was worried that his son would lose himself to whatever was happening with those other two. At the same time, he didn’t want to try and tear Sam away from the first friends he had made that had managed to crack his shell.

Todd was trying to have a heart to heart with Sam, but he could see the terror welling up in his son’s eyes. Todd was not actually mad at Sam at all; just worried. He wished there was some way that he could get through to Sam. Todd did the one thing he could think of. He pulled Sam in and hugged him tight. “Just promise me that you’ll be careful.”

Sam was shocked when his dad had hugged him like that. He was so sure that his father would be repulsed by his appearance. He would be so disgusted by the freak that Sam was becoming. Sam thought for sure that his dad disapproved of his new friends. Maybe Tyler was right all along. Maybe his dad really was just happy for him.

Once the shock passed, Sam began to relax. He didn’t dislike his dad. He loved him, in fact, but it he was just so hard to read. Sam could never be sure how his dad had taken his coming out. They had never really talked about it at all. Sam was so happy when his dad had kicked out his last girlfriend after what she had said. Maybe he should have actually told his dad that sometime. Sam hugged his dad back. “Thank you… for everything. I mean it.”
           
When Sam and his dad eventually broke their embrace Sam could see that his dad’s eyes were wet. This was the closest Sam had ever seen him come to crying. Sam’s father put one thick hand on his shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze before he turned and silently left the room.
           
Sam was feeling much better about everything that was happening in his life. He had hope for tomorrow again. Maybe people could see past his newly enhance equipment. His thoughts returned to Dalton. Who knows, maybe he’d even like Sam’s changes. Sam blushed as a goofy smile spread across his face. Maybe Dalton would even want to join him. 
