Walking out of arrivals I spotted him immediately.

I broke into a grin as I headed his way, noticing his eye shifting to the ever-obvious bulge in my pale blue jeans. They’d been his request of course, not that I needed much prodding to wear them. Anything tight and light that showed off the goods was fine by me, how many other guys could boast a soda-can thick footlong with bloated balls to match?

Yeah, showing off was awesome as much as it was a tad embarrassing at times. And not like I could help it anyway, the enjoyable inconvenience of being hard 24-7 made sure of that.

“Hey boy,” he said with a smile, pulling me into a tight embrace with one arm around my shoulders and the other palming the goods. Face in his neck I breathed him deep, feeling the pulse between us, a nervous-horny excitement stirring in my stomach as he held me.

“Hey Boss,” I replied, breaking off and stepping back. His smile widened and he nodded approvingly as he looked me up and down, tight white shirt to match my jeans Tom of Finland style, jacket thrown over my arm. An unexpected momentary concern surfaced, did I look like what he hoped? Like what he wanted?

“You look good.”

“Thanks, Boss!” A breath of relief.

He grabbed my bag for me while I pulled my suitcase along, “Flight alright?”

I nodded, “Yeah, no issues. Super cute flight attendant too, spotted what I was packing and gave me some free booze and extra snacks. Apparently he’s based out of Seattle so got his number too!”

Boss smirked, “Sounds about right. Well, no doubt you’re gonna get plenty of attention this weekend but no flirting or fooling around without my permission, understand?”

I nodded as I skipped a step to adjust myself, not atypical when walking. “Of course, Boss.”

We made our way out to the parking lot and arrived at his vehicle a short while later, a sparkling clean black jeep with black leather interior that suited him to a tee. We threw my bags in the back and I settled myself and my junk into the passenger’s seat. As he climbed in he looked over at me with a knowing smile, “You alright there, boy?”

“Yes, Boss.”

“Good boy.”

I grinned and moaned, giving my apple-sized head a rub.

He watched approvingly, “My boy’s got a big dick. The biggest dick.”

A brief moment of disconnect, a disassociation of mind and body as a jarring deja vu washed over me and knocked my consciousness loose. It floated outside for what seemed like ages, looking in and watching, grasping at the semblance of some missing knowledge as effectively as catching dandelion seeds out of the air.

I must’ve gone still and staring as Boss’ voice cut through, “Boy?”

A breath in, a blink and a smile, my eyes refocused.

“Sorry Boss, just tired from the flight. Kinda spaced out there.”

He raised a brow, started the jeep and got us moving, “Well, we’ll be sure you get some rest when we get to my place. Don’t need you passing out on me when we go out tonight.”

I grinned, fully back from my unsettling reverie, “Oh? Where we headed?”

“One of my usual watering holes. It’s a Friday so it’ll be plenty busy and I intend to show you off, that sound good to you?”

I squirmed in my seat, my dick fully in agreement. “Yes, Boss!”

I’d gotten in the habit of throwing a condom over the end most days to keep the pre under control, and while it’d slowed considerably while traveling I could feel the squelch of it as that mere drip had turned to a persistent trickle since arriving. Volume-wise not unmanageable yet since thankfully the leaking, though constant, was always variable. But another hour or two with this man and I’d be dealing with a distinctly slimy water balloon in my pants.

As we found our way to the freeway Boss focused on his driving and my mind wandered. The horniness had calmed down for the most part though its low-level buzz was always with me, and I found myself thinking about how fortunate I was to have found him.

Someone who not only reveled in my, ahem, unusual size but encouraged me to make the most of it while egging me on in other arenas as well. Transformation linked itself to my libido early on so my fascination with muscular guys, werewolves, body modifications, all of it became inextricably intertwined with my sexuality as I bloomed into my late teens and early 20s.

Which is where being as well endowed as I am came as such a huge blessing. Fact was I’d been perfectly normal growing up and all the way into my 30s, and it wasn’t until… wasn’t until…

“Oh fuck,” I breathed, lifting my hips, my cock swelling harder than I thought possible as my balls churned, my train of thought evaporating under its sudden demand.

Boss looked over while driving, putting a hand on my shoulder. “You okay there, boy?”

I nodded sheepishly, “Yeah Boss, sorry, I haven’t jerked off in awhile.”

His face furrowed, lips pursed, “How long has it been?”

I blushed deeper, growing warm, “Not since the airport, before I got into security.”

“Boy…”

“I know, Boss, I know! I should’ve done again before I left home but I was rushed and had to get it out quick at the airport in case security and customs took awhile. But then I was behind getting to my gate and…”

He chuckled and shook his head, “You’d think you’d know better by now.”

I looked beyond him for a moment. I should, shouldn’t I. Shouldn’t I?

“Boy?”

A quick head shake, a nod, further squirming. “Yeah, yes Boss. Yes I should.”

He shrugged with both hands back on the wheel. “You know I don’t put any restrictions on you getting off due to your condition, but, well I guess you’ll just have to get off once we’re home. It’s still early enough that you’ll be plenty riled up by the time we leave the house tonight.”

I nodded again, turning to look out the window, hand on my distractingly throbbing meat.

The drive from the airport was fairly quick in the end, for some reason I thought it’d be longer though I couldn’t recall if Boss had said. A small unassuming house on a normal residential street, we pulled into his one-car driveway and unloaded my stuff inside. The interior was as benign as the exterior, though I knew the basement was where the real action happened, I’d seen the photos.

He led me to a room at the end of the hall, a tidy minimalist guest room. As I stepped inside I flinched as someone stepped from behind the door.

No, not someone, it was me. In a mirror. The entire wall on one side of the room was mirror.

“Whoa…”

He laughed as he put my bag on the bed. “Yeah, usually catches people off guard the first time.”

“What’s it for?” setting my suitcase aside I turned to face it.

His reflection stepped behind mine as he wrapped his arms around my chest, looking over my shoulder. “It’s for you, boy. So you can see yourself. Or, more importantly, see yourself as I see you.”

I looked at myself then, sizing up my five-foot-ten height, all 190 pounds of me poured into the fitted white shirt and bulgetastic jeans I was wearing. Working out had been paying off, the last few years more focused than many before in no small part thanks to Boss’ encouragement and support. The beard had come later, short but well kept, and though I wasn’t balding or anything buzzing my head was just easier these days. Saved money, too.

Then, that bass whisper in my ear, “My boy’s a big boy, those muscles look real good on him.”

His arms were warm, too warm.

“Thank you, Boss. I’m getting th…”

“He’s got big muscles to match that big dick of his, doesn’t he?”

My words were lost in a moan as I closed my eyes, the heat of his arms spreading to fill my body. I felt the tightness of my clothes like I was well pumped after the gym, an awareness of size that I always had but now elevated in his presence. Lifting my arms into a double biceps I shivered at the grip my sleeves had on my upper arms, the stretch across my chest and back. With my eyes still closed I could feel him smiling, could feel his approval, I was proud to be becoming what we both saw in our minds eye.

“Fuck yeah, Boss. Gotta be big.”

The whisper returned, “You are big, boy. Unquestionably a bodybuilder with the bulk and build to show it.”

The growing heat had me sweating though my skin was dry, the sensation of sweat without the wet as cold waves of anticipation washed over my burning skin. The pump was feeling outrageous now and I knew my muscles had no choice but to grow or I’d explode.

“I want him wide.”

Explode I did, my eyes flying open as an intense pressure from within had me inflating like a bulked balloon. My arms thickening from shoulder to wrist as biceps peaked to a level I’d never been able to envision for myself, while my shoulders followed suit and lifted closer to Boss’ chin as he stared intently at our shared image. My chest and back spread in all directions as my pecs strained against fabric and formed a more prominent shelf, lats approaching forever-visible from the front no matter the shirt.

My waist stayed tight, abs hard enough to stop bullets and passersby, with an Adonis belt to put most rain gutters to shame. I wasn’t looking skinny, I didn’t want to look skinny, but with the new width in my shoulders and back the enhanced V-shape carried an illusion with it that belied the solid thickness of my midsection.

I liked it. Oh fuck, I liked it. And my dick really, really liked it.

“I want him to waddle.”

I called out in pain as my cock and balls were further crushed, my glutes, quads, and hamstrings vying for space in pants that already left nothing to the imagination. I dropped my arms to fumble awkwardly with the button and zipper, suddenly desperate as the death grip increased, hindered by the new bulk of my upper body that got in its own way and no longer moved like I was used to.

Pants undone, pushing them down, Boss chuckling in my ear. His grip on me felt different around my larger chest but he held me no less tightly.

The pants managed to slip over my inflated ass as I worked to fish my cock and balls out, groaning with relief as the monster and its friends sprung free. My legs had grown half-again as large and the seams of my pants were giving up, both at my thighs and my calves, the quiet tearing sounds driving the growth with my ever-building horniness.

Arms up I flexed again. I had to. Fuck, how I had to.

“That’s my good boy.”

I straight-up yelled, so loud the neighbors probably heard, whiting out as pleasure beyond belief washed over me in a flash flood. My arms and every other muscle locked up as my head tilted back, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut. Everything grew that much more, I felt the weight land on me and settle into a new muscular reality and it felt so, so good.

My cock was throbbing angrily like I’d cum but… I hadn’t? Or had I?

As I caught my breath my eyes opened to fall on myself in the mirror and the condom hanging there, certainly holding a lot of pre but, no… I hadn’t.

“Boss…” I gasped, arms falling to my side different than before. Heavy and angular.

He stepped back, admiring me from behind then walking around to survey from the front. I was at a loss for words, my brain was fried for the moment, so I simply stood there staring back in my stretched-to-paint-thin shirt and shredded jeans. My cock still throbbed with need though no less hard, pointing at me in the mirror to also wonder what just happened.

After another pregnant moment he concluded, “This will do for now. Get yourself into some fresh clothes, all white, you’ll find them in the drawers there. Then come meet me in the living room.”

And he walked out.

Though my breath had caught up my heart was still pounding, my blood running quick. Watching him close the door behind him my eyes fell back on the mirror.

I was big.

Well, big by comparison to my previous size of course. I hadn’t become a mass monster by any means but I’d surely put on a good forty pounds or so, given how everything sat on my frame and how I’d more than once sized up and compared pictures of bodybuilders online based on their height.

Methodically I peeled off my shirt, which had enough stretch to hold together fine even though it was now obviously small. My pants were another matter as the fabric wasn’t nearly as forgiving. I tried to work them off but eventually resorted to tearing them completely, they were ruined anyway and needed to go.

I stood there, naked save for my socks, staring at myself and my massive meat, now surrounded by even more meat.

A few minutes later I was wiping off the mirror with the remains of my jeans.

Walking out of arrivals I spotted him immediately.

We’d been chatting online for well over a year, long enough for each of us to know the ins and outs of the other. He’d encourage me in the gym and efforts to transform myself while I’d encourage him in his entrepreneurial spirit, both getting his new startup off the ground and building his fanbase on OnlyCams.

So I recognized him right away - a few inches taller than my average height, bald, blond-bearded, slightly younger than me but carrying himself in a way that felt older. That tracked, as we knew who was Boss and the dynamic suited us just fine. He was dressed casually in jeans but had a leather vest thrown on over his white t-shirt; he was even more handsome in person.

“Hey boy,” he said with a smile, pulling me into a tight embrace as I set my bag and suitcase down. A nervous excitement shot through me as I hugged him for the first time as near-daily chats, sexting, and roleplay suddenly gelled into reality.

“Hey Boss,” I replied, eyes closed as I lay my head on his shoulder, grinning, breathing him in. He kissed my head. I was there only for the weekend, until Monday, but could feel an instant chemistry and knew the days would be packed even if we did nothing at all.

He pulled away to grab my bag, “Flight alright?”

I nodded and took my suitcase, “Yeah, no issues. Super cute flight attendant too, gave me some free booze.”

He smirked as we made our way through the baggage area, “Hmm, trying to get you hammered was he?”

“I mean can you blame him?” I said with a cheeky grin, a light punch on the shoulder his response.

“Well no flirting or fooling around this weekend without my permission, understand?”

I nodded again, “Yes Boss, of course.”

We walked a short distance further when I spotted the restroom, “Mind if I hit the restroom before we go? I gotta piss.” He gestured a yes and followed behind, and where I thought he’d stop and wait outside he instead continued with me. As we arrived at the wall of stalls he pointed wordlessly to the largest at the end, so I took his lead and stepped inside.

He followed and closed the door behind us, hanging my bag on the nearby hook, a predatory look painting his eyes and smile.

I suddenly didn’t need to pee anymore.

He quickly closed distance between us, pushing me against the wall, holding his forearm across my upper chest near my throat while his other hand found my cock, groping through my pants as it hardened expectantly.

I’d figured something like this would be coming, though not so soon and in such a public space. I gasped despite myself, “Boss…”

“Quiet.” His voice was the bass whisper in my ear I’d heard on calls so many times. “Your weekend as my boy, my boy, begins now. And if we’re going to make the most of this weekend together then we’re not going to waste any time, are we?”

I shook my head with a choked groan as he continued to knead my dick. “As my boy, I have certain expectations. You know what I want and I know what makes you tick. In some ways prob’ly even better than you know yourself.”

I was, unsurprisingly, fully hard now and straining into his hand through my tight, black jeans. As instructed I’d put my cock ring back on after going through security before my flight and I could practically feel my cock pulsing with abrupt need as his face sat inches from mine.

“So, to begin, my boy oughta have a big dick.”

I blinked. “I… I do have a big dick, Boss, it’s…”

He lifted and pressed his forearm higher, choking my words. “Nah, I mean real big, too big to hide and even harder to control. A dick we can both be proud of, a trophy attached to you that’s on display for me.”

I gurgled a moan as a heavy warmth seeped into my groin, like the feeling when you turn the seat warmer on in a car. But it got hotter, and hotter, as hot as the dizzying feeling in my head as he held me solid in more ways than one.

“A dick that’s hard more often than not, that doesn’t even go fully soft, cause why should it?”

The heat was near burning now and a sensation like getting a boner kicked in even though I was already hard. I could feel my cock filling his hand differently, pressing against my pants differently. What was he…?

“Long as a foot-long but thicker than a soda can. Obscene. Head turning. Jaw dropping and jaw breaking. A work of fuckin’ veiny art that everyone will want to see, whether to mock or drool over.”

I felt it stretching longer, his kneading allowing it to adjust as it spread along my thigh, a bulging tube of firm, hot flesh. I felt lightheaded, dumbstruck, and very, very horny. “Boss…”

“With balls to match, boy. Nah, not match… oversized and over productive, ready to empty at the slightest stimulation and refilling in a matter of minutes. Huge, low-hanging cum factories making you leak near constantly and aching for release every couple hours.”

I let out a stilted yell as my balls surged larger, pressing against my pants, adding to the already obvious and still-growing obscenity that was my dick. Eggs, then apples, then oranges, painfully constricted.

In the moment my mind had moved past wondering how this was possible, concentrated nearly entirely on the ever-present heat emanating from my inhumanly large cock and balls, outlined in tight fabric (thank fuck for spandex blends) as he continued to roughly massage both. A small thought flitted to wondering how I’d walk out with this between my legs?

“That’s more like it,” he growled with a sadistic smirk, “that’s how my boy should be.”

I felt the pressure building in more ways than one as my massive manhood lay down one leg constricted by my jeans; I was aware I was building to orgasm at the same time. A glance down at my beyond impressive and beyond unmissable bulge showed my engorged balls splayed the other way, squashed but no less active. What would happen when they unload… what would…?

My eyes rolled back as I groaned unabashedly.

“Now you’re feeling it, that’s right. That ever-present need to blow your load. Always on edge, like you’re constantly jerking off, just a walking, talking ball of horniness wound like a spring.”

The feeling was overwhelming, a wave growing and ready to crash into the shore. I barely recognized I was holding my breath as it crested.

He leaned closer, in my ear, “That’s my good boy.”

I cried out as the pleasure slammed through me, a final burst of smoldering energy smashing into my groin and exploding outward through my body. My already absurd cock surged slightly longer, slightly thicker, while my balls swelled in response.

Then as fast as it hit me, it was gone. Disorientingly so.

He stepped back with a mischievous grin and surveyed his handiwork. I stood against the wall panting, suddenly come down from what seemed to be the completion of the changes. I now sported an inhumanly large bulge between my legs made up of an apparently submarine sandwich-sized tube of cock meat accompanied by a couple of grapefruits that were my balls.

I’d orgasmed but… hadn’t?

He watched me with raised brow as I ran my hands over myself, shuddering at the sheer sensitivity of this new mass that was part of me. As my breathing and heart rate slowed somewhat I looked at him, stunned, “How…?”

“I’ll meet you outside,” he said firmly and exited the stall. I hastened to close the door and lock it again, turning to press my back against it.

I glanced a bit wildly around, not looking at anything in particular and unable to pull my mental focus from the added weight at my crotch. It buzzed and prodded at the outskirts of my mind, now ever present and impossible to ignore.

Shakely I stepped over to the toilet, not that I needed to but out of a sense of finding normalcy in the moment - you went into a bathroom stall to piss, not to ponder your junk. Your now huge, stare-inducing, holy-shit-is-that-thing-real junk.

Gingerly I unbuttoned and unzipped, both afraid and excited at what I was about to find. Thankfully I’d gone commando as I usually do, can’t imagine what might’ve happened to a pair of underwear if I’d been wearing them through the growth. Though on the other hand it might’ve been better to have something to contain it - did it only grow larger because it wasn’t? An illogical thought but then logic left the room awhile ago.

Fishing out my new, massive boner and balls I gasped inward through my teeth. They were so damned sensitive, holy fuck! Once they were out I let go involuntarily as simply touching them brought the buzz farther forward in my mind, less a constant knocking at the door and more a pounding. A pounding that matched the beating of my anxious heart as I lay eyes on the… ahem, damage.

It jutted out in front of me, heavy and thick over the toilet, as big around as a beer can if not a touch more with a huge portobello mushroom of a head. Looking at it raised a strange disassociation - it was my dick, it looked like my dick, but it wasn’t? And below it hanging low and weighty were the biggest balls I’d ever seen, probably the biggest in the world for all I knew.

Curiously, my cock ring was gone. What?

The whole thing was pulsing gently with my heartbeat, and every few seconds a “drip, drip” sound as the copious precum I was now producing strung lazily from my slit and into the water below.

He’d said I’d never go fully soft, but in this moment I was absolutely fully hard. I was more turned on than I thought possible and wanted so badly to shoot like I’d never shot before. Instead I stood there staring, and breathing, and wondering, and working through the shock of this monstrosity now attached to me.

How did he do it?

It didn’t matter. Not right now at least, I just needed to deal with it.

I finagled my member and its accompanying wrecking balls back into my pants, stifling moans along the way, shoving my cock one way and balls the other. I noted how wet my pants already were in the spot my dick head had previously been occupying, while he’d been doing his… work. I opted to stuff some toilet paper down there to soak up the pre, hopefully long enough for me to at least get out of the airport.

For a fleeting moment I imagined this pre-management ritual as my new normal and let out an amused scoff at the thought.

I zipped up carefully and not without a bit of trouble, taking a moment to assess my attempts at fitting things as comfortably as I could. The bulge was huge, unmistakably cock-shaped. Unmistakably me.

“Fuck.”

I couldn’t deny the flutter in my stomach. This is what I’d fantasized about for years, what we’d talked about and he’d helped enable in my mind. While part of me was terrified this was my current reality, a growing (heh) part of my psyche was beginning to lean into it, wanted it, craved it.

I flushed the toilet for no reason, other than to appear I’d been spending time in the stall innocently and not because I was ogling my giant dick. Lifting my shoulder bag I slung it over while grabbing ahold of my suitcase.

I took a breath, opened the door, and stepped out.

Best not keep him waiting.