Chapter 46 - Geno-type pt. 46

Sam and Tyler hit the ground with a thud. The soggy muck made for a surprisingly soft landing despite the awkward position the two boys had landed in. Once the two boys had realized what was happening they both instinctively tried to protect the other. The resulted in them splashing down shoulder first. Sam took the brunt of the impact since his position from behind Tyler made it easier for him to wrap his arms around and shield the shorter boy. It was also a good thing that Sam’s boner had all but completely faded before they started their descent or Tyler would have been in for a world of hurt as they crashed down. 
    
Tyler tried to get to his feet, but he was still attached to Sam. With every movement Tyler made, he could feel his friend’s long dick twitching inside of him. Tyler needed to get up and go help Jake. He didn’t have time to be tethered to someone else like this. “Hey, Sam. I need you to pull out.”
    
Sam hesitated for a moment before he cautiously replied. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.” 
    
“Yes, I’m sure. If it doesn’t hurt being in there like it does, it shouldn’t hurt coming out, so go ahead.” Tyler replied hurriedly. 
    
Sam had to admit Tyler made a lot of sense. The odds of Sam actually hurting his buff, blonde buddy seemed slim to none. “Ok. Ok. I get it, just relax for a second.” Sam could feel Tyler relax around his cock and then slowly began reeling out the vast length of his dick that was buried up his pal’s hot ass. Sam was actually a little sad to be pulling out of his friend. He had felt so close to Tyler when they had been connected in that way, both physically and emotionally. Sam could feel every flex of Tyler’s muscles, every beat of his heart, every breath he had taken. As Sam slowly pulled out he could feel Tyler’s insides sliding along the sides of his shaft. The sensation was so great that he had to struggle with all his willpower to not bone inside of his friend right then and there. 
    
Finally Sam could feel the tip of his cock reaching the exit of Tyler’s tight ass. With one last tug, the meaty leviathan plopped loose and flopped into the muck. Sam’s semi was so long that tip grazed the ground beneath him. Sam stared in shock. His cock was almost as long as his leg, and it had been inside his friend who was even shorter than he was. He couldn’t even fathom how he hadn’t been split Tyler in half with it. 

Sam’s eyes drifted up to Tyler’s destroyed asshole. From the looks of it, he pretty much had split Tyler in half. Tyler’s hole was so stretched out and loose, and streams of Sam’s pent up jizz flowed out of it. The whole display was so lewd and erotic that Sam felt himself getting hard again just looking at it. 
    
Tyler turned around to face Sam. The sight before him caused Sam to gasp. It was the first time that Sam had actually had a chance to get a look at Tyler from this angle for awhile, and the changes were unbelievable. Tyler’s massive six foot cock draped over his gigantic nuts; each one was the size of a large bean bag chair and rested heavily on the ground. The shaft itself was bigger around than Tyler was. Where Sam’s massive dick was long enough to barely touch the ground, Tyler’s hit the ground and then continued to loll lazily in the muck for a few more feet. Tyler’s eyes continued to move upward as he surveyed his friend’s body. Tyler’s stomach was big and round; it was still completely filled to the brim with Sam’s spunk. Sam was strangely proud of his handiwork. He had to admit it looked pretty sexy in its own way; especially when the round belly was juxtaposed against all the rock hard muscles that composed the rest of Tyler’s body. 
    
Sam’s gaze finally reached Tyler’s face and more specifically, his eyes. Sam’s mouth dropped open as he Saw Tyler’s eyes. “Your eyes… They’re green!” 
    
Tyler was confused and his face showed it. He raised an eyebrow questioningly at Sam and replied. “Uh, they’ve always been green.” 
    
Sam shook his head as he tried to process what he was seeing. Tyler’s eyes were more than green. They seemed to have their own light source. The boy’s brilliant green eyes pulsed with a seemingly electric energy. “No, I mean. They’re green green. I mean. You’ve got Mako eyes!” 
    
“What?” Tyler gasped. He had a general idea of what Mako eyes meant from his years of hanging with Jake. Tyler looked around for any reflective surface he might be able to use as a mirror, but there were none to be found. What he did see surprised him, though. He was seeing things. He couldn’t really put his finger on what though. There was something everywhere. It was like an invisible cloud that he could see but not. It was completely invisible, but somehow he could see the shapes in the back of his mind; almost like he was seeing a memory from ages past. He hadn’t noticed it when he was looking at Sam because both of them were so coated in this aura that it flooded his entire field of vision, but as he looked back to Sam after looking around the field, it was painfully obvious. 
    
Tyler was trying to piece together what might have happened. His eyes were glowing like Jake’s had. Maybe that meant he could now control the nanites. Tyler focused his mind on the aura around him; making it move, making it shift, making it shrink. He had some success with the first two, but none at all with the shrinking. Tyler looked up at Sam and gave a sheepish grin. “Um. I need to try something…” Tyler focused his mind on Sam and issued a compulsion to grow. Sure enough, Sam’s dick began swelling again. Sam stared in shock and awe as his already gigantic member grew bigger and bigger by the second. When it finally stopped Sam was tethered to the ground by ten feet of thick cock. 
    
Tyler was surprised that that actually worked. Somehow he still had a little of Jake’s power in him, but it could only cause growth. Tyler made a note to sit Jake down and talk to him about his fixation with big. It was starting to get a little out of hand. Tyler sighed internally and began formulating his plan. Dalton had issued the command for Jake to grow soon after he had shoved Tyler and Sam over the edge. The two of them were getting steadily farther and farther away as Jake’s cock continued to balloon to bigger and bigger sizes. Tyler looked up at his lover’s expanding leviathan. It was already at least forty feet to the top. Tyler might be able to climb it, but it would be slow going with his hefty six footer weighing him down. Add in the steady growth Jake was experiencing, Jake may as well be in China. There was no way Tyler could climb fast enough to make any progress scaling that cliff. 
    
Tyler turned back to Sam and gave the stunned boy another sheepish look. “Hey, Sam… I need to ride your cock.” 
    
Sam’s face turned red. “Again?” He yelped in shock, completely missing the obvious impossibility of being able to slide his now gargantuan meat inside of a boy who was half its size. 
    
“Not like that!” Tyler replied. “I need to go after Jake…” Tyler suddenly became very nervous and uncertain as he realized what he was about to ask of his friend. He was having trouble managing to bring himself to make eye contact with Sam as he continued. “I need to catch up to him… Will you give me a lift?” Tyler looked back up and pleaded with Sam. 
    
“Oh?” Sam’s mind took a moment to process Tyler’s request. As he pieced it together the color drained from his face. “…oh.” Tyler was going to blow him up like the Goodyear blimp and ride him like an elevator all the way up to Jake. “Will you be able to put me back afterwards?” Sam asked hesitantly.
    
Tyler shook his head slowly. “I don’t know, but please. I have to save him.” Tyler was genuinely pleading with Sam, and Sam knew it. Sam knew instantly there was no way he could live with himself if he said no. His best friend needed his help to rescue the love of his life from a crazed mastermind. It was so surreal. It felt like something out of a movie. Sam knew he was going to say yes. He knew he was basically agreeing to live his life as a small spec attached to a monolithic cock, but he was prepared to do it. Sam tried to speak, but he was cracking under the pressure. Even though he knew the longer he waited the bigger he would have to be to catch up, he just couldn’t get his mouth to form the words. Sam was shaking like a leaf as he slowly nodded his head. 
    
The very act of nodding put Sam at ease. He couldn’t get the words out, but he had officially signed on for this hair brained rescue. Sam nodded steadily faster and more vigorously as he got psyched up. He saw Tyler’s whole face light up, and finally managed to get the words out. “Do it.” 
    
Sam was surprised by just how fast and how high someone with such a large, weighty endowment was able to jump. In one swift movement Tyler had leap-frogged onto Sam’s colossal member and slid in for the most passionate, muscular bro-hug Sam had ever experienced. Sam could feel his dick beginning to grow even without the aid of Tyler’s surreptitious Mako magics. 
    
Tyler finally broke the embrace with Sam and said with a smirk. “Going up.” Sam’s stomach felt like it doing cartwheels in his midsection. His nerves were fried with a combination of excitement and dread. Sam was exited for Tyler, and was strangely proud to be part of some epic clash between his best bud and the mentally unstable interloper that currently seemed to be using their mutual friend as some sort of impenetrable fortress. Sam was also very worried because he had just agreed to allow himself to grow to titanic proportions and there were no guarantees that he could ever be normal again. The color drained even more from Sam’s already naturally pale face as the ramifications of what he had agreed to set in, but Sam didn’t have too much time to think it over. Almost instantly, Sam could feel the pleasurable warmth coursing through him. This growth was far more potent than any other before had been. The immense pleasure caused by his extreme growth spurt was borderline orgasmic. Sam couldn’t even keep his eyes from rolling back in his head as his body was wracked by continual waves of warmth. 
    
Tyler focused with every ounce of mental prowess he could summon forth. He hoped, he prayed, he begged for Sam’s dick to catch up to Jake’s titanic member. Sam’s rate of growth was far faster than Jake’s but Jake had had a substantial head start. As the two behemoths grew and grew, the space between them ceased to be. The two monolithic walls of cockflesh slammed against each other like two wrestlers in a Sumo match; neither beast willing to give up even an inch of ground to the other. Tyler watched anxiously as the top of Jake’s colossal shaft finally came in view. He was so close… just a little farther. 
 
      Jake’s rate of growth seemed to speed up. He was easily keeping pace with Sam. Tyler tried to focus harder, but it was no good. Something seemed off to Tyler, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Something looked off, but he couldn’t see anything different. That’s when it hit him. He couldn’t see the auras anymore. He couldn’t sense the energies or the psychic web or whatever you wanted to call it. Jake’s growth hadn’t sped up. Sam’s had stopped!
    
Sam was able to begin to think clearly again. That growth spurt had been intense. If they ever figured out how to control this, he might consider doing that again sometime. Sam slowly opened his eyes and took stock of his surroundings. He was huge. No doubt about that. His massive shaft seemed to stretch out forever in front of him. Sam looked over and he could see Jake’s growing member steadily creeping up higher and higher. Sam looked back at his friend and saw the panic in Tyler’s eyes. There was something else Sam noticed about Tyler’s eyes, too. “Your eyes! You’re human again!” Sam gasped in shock.
    
That was the last bit of info Tyler needed to prove his theory. Whatever residual psychic energy he had somehow absorbed from Jake had already been burned off. He couldn’t rely on Sam’s Wonkavator to get him to his target anymore. Tyler couldn’t just sit there, though. With every passing second his boyfriend got farther and farther away from him. He steeled his resolve, mustered up all the strength he could, and ran towards the rising wall of cock in the distance. 
    
Tyler’s gait was awkward and jaunty, but he made good time. In order to work around his enormous mass of man meat, Tyler had to take wide, bow-legged steps as he half jogged and half hopped like a very irate Yosemite Sam. His colossal endowment dragged behind him like some kind of pornographic wedding train. When Tyler reached the wall he hopped onto it and began climbing with all his might. Again, he was impeded by his gigantic schlong and enormous nuts. He had to pin himself to side of the warm, fleshy cliff face with his arms and legs spread wide like a gecko as his junk dangled along down below like a needlessly large and cumbersome erotic tail. 
    
Tyler climbed and climbed with all his might. His muscles screamed from over exertion, but still he climbed on. The more he climbed the more the colossal grew. Whenever he felt himself tire he forced himself to climb even faster. He was racing against hope itself. Tyler knew that if he let himself rest for even a second he would begin losing ground. Tyler’s body was already pushed to its limits, and he knew that is he let himself begin to fall behind, the despair might take over. 
    
Tyler was very fortunate that he had managed to pump Sam up to well over half of Jake’s girth. As such, the incline of his climb was steadily beginning to taper out. Even so, it was a long and grueling journey to the top. When he finally reached the top, Tyler was barely even able to stand. The pain in his muscles and overall exhaustion from the intense climb had just about broken him, but still he continued on. 
    
Dalton looked up and gasped at what he saw. Tyler had somehow managed to reach the top and was walking right towards him. This night was just getting worse and worse for him. Somehow Jake had far exceeded Dalton’s commands to grow. Dalton just wanted to buy a little time for him to devise a plan; instead he had spent the entire time trying to find some way to halt the tall boy’s rampant growth. Not only could Dalton no longer shrink Jake down, but he couldn’t stop him from growing either. Dalton had no way down. He was trapped by his own getaway. Jake’s endowment continued to swell and swell unabated, and now, even in spite of the unceasing growth, Tyler had shown up for another showdown.  

Dalton was legitimately frightened by the roving mass of teen jock and mega-cock that was slowly staggering towards him, but he knew he at least had the mental advantage in this showdown. Dalton held his tablet before him and placed a finger on the screen as a warning. “Stay where you are.” Tyler didn’t even slow down. In fact, the muscular boy didn’t even seem to see or hear him; he just continued to stagger forward like the avatar of Dormin. 

Dalton tried not to let his fear show. He was powerless and he knew it. He had no control over Jake’s or Tyler’s sizes anymore. All he could do was bluff and hope he wasn’t called on it. Whatever he was going to do he had to do it fast. Tyler was but a scant few feet away from him. Dalton made a swiping motion on his pad. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

Tyler didn’t even acknowledge that Dalton had spoken. He didn’t speak, he didn’t take his eyes off of Jake for even a second. Tyler continued to move forward like a man possessed. Dalton moved in to block Tyler’s path, hoping to somehow get through to the jock. Tyler never even broke stride. He just balled his hand into a fist and delivered a swift right hook across Dalton’s face. Get Dunked. 
If anyone had been watching, it would be obvious that Dalton had never been in a fight before. He made no effort to dodge, or bob, or weave. He just froze and watched as that fist careened towards his face. When the blow landed, Dalton hit the floor like a drunk uncle at a family BBQ. 

The punch itself had, in actuality, been little more than a closed-handed pimp slap.  Tyler was too tired to even properly ball his fist when he swung. The only physical damage Dalton received was a split lip, but the psychological blow was resounding. No one had ever hit him before… outside of the bedroom anyway. Dalton now had no power, no clout, and no bravado left to bluff with. He did the only thing he could think to do. He ran. Dalton half crawled, and half scurried in the opposite direction. He flopped back and forth like a tranquilized giraffe as he tried to escape; his panic and terror not allowing him to take the time to even get a basic footing before trying to step off. Dalton looked much like those dumb white girls that he used to make fun of in horror movies. They always seemed to lose all basic motor function the second the killed showed up. Now that it was happening to him, he felt a strange sense of sympathy for those Hollywood bimbos. 

Tyler didn’t waste his time checking on Dalton. He already knew the tool had no power anymore. All Tyler cared about was reaching Jake. He was so close and yet still so far. Jake was still growing, and so Tyler was fighting against the steady outward flow of the terrain beneath him. It was like he was walking the wrong way on one of those moving sidewalks at the airport, but this time Tyler didn’t have the strength and vigor he had had when he raced his friends up and down them on their last class trip. It was all he could do to barely keep ahead of the steady flow of expansion. Step after laborious step Tyler trudged on. He was running on pure strength of will, but he couldn’t quit now. The love of his life was but a few feet away,

Jake was completely oblivious to the shorter blonde standing before him. His eyes had been shut ever since his growth had started. All of his senses had turned off so he could focus all of his thoughts on enjoying the biggest growth spurt he had ever experienced. All he could feel was the steady waves of pleasure coursing through him. He was finally getting the size he had been denied for so long. 
