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In the Shadow of the Trailers

Written by Leo_Todrius and Bigger

The blistering heat knew no boundaries, the sun shining down across the state in unrelenting merciless excess. Labor day had come and went, school had started up again, and the asphalt seemed almost soft. When Ryan finally made it to his destination, he wiped the sweat off his brow with a bit of relief - though not much. He’d been walking for almost a mile to reach his destination, and he still wasn’t sure how accommodating things would turn out, but it was really his only option.

Ryan was five foot ten, his brown hair had a bit of sun bleached blond to it. He’d been thin for most of his life, but his shoulders had been bulking up a bit as he tried his hand at swim practice. His red tank top now seemed like an awful choice as the skin across his neck and shoulders was reddening and irritated, bringing out the freckles that had been hidden beneath. His shorts were loose and sheer, a basketball material that thankfully allowed a bit of air flow.

His well worn sneakers crunched into the gravel as he came off the road and moved down into the trailer park. There were a variety of trailers all situated at the edge of a wooded swamp land. It wasn’t a great spot, but the rent was cheap. Ryan meandered his way through, hearing the occasional hum of air conditioning units setup in windows. His heart was a little heavy in his chest. He hated to impose on anyone, but thankfully his friend had offered to set him up for a few days.

Ryan looked up and spotted it, an old medium sized trailer in the far corner of the lot, a hastily built car park off to the side with a tarp over whatever was there. The young man moved up the two steps and knocked on the trailer door, his breath catching in his throat. For some reason he was worried his friend would have changed his mind, that this oasis in a time of crisis would be snapped out from under him - like so many other things.

Seconds seemed to stretched indefinitely before the door finally opened with an old creaking sound. Christopher, a tall six foot two lad appeared on the other side of the door. His long yet messy brown hair cascaded on his shoulder, reaching his upper back. A smirk stretched on his stubbly face as he saw the guy he’d met a few years ago when they started High School. In opposition to his friend, Chris was a pretty laid back teen. School work and assignments never got him to stress out this attitude transpired even during exams. Not that he was bright nor dumb, these things just didn’t seem to bother him.

“It’s about time ya get here, buddy.” The jaded eighteen year old student teasingly shot at him. Wearing his faded denim overalls and an old cap, Chris did not even bother to put on a shirt. His bare chest depicted a few hairs and a slight bulk from helping his uncle on the field all summer.

“Thanks again for helping me out man…” Ryan said, rubbing at the back of his neck, then wincing as he felt how burned it was starting to get, “It’s good to have a place to crash. I hope it won’t be an inconvenience.” Ryan smiled. Even after all these years, it was still obvious that he was a transplant from California. The hospitality of those around him seemed too good to be true.

“Hey there, what would I not do for the one who’s helped me with the History assignment last year?” Chris chuckled, inviting Ryan in, “Ya’re my friend and, friend means family in this home.” Ryan smiled warmly at that and moved in, looking around a little. The door led through the kitchen which wasn’t all that big, but through the hallway the size of the living room seemed more standard. It seemed like a fairly nice home, certainly some place Ryan could relax for the next few days.

Chris observed his friend taking in the size of his place. The place was not as clean as what would be presented for a sell, but this faint lack of perfection made it all more homey. The floor was a little dirty with dried mud in the kitchen and in the living room since Chris did not take the time to remove his boots. A few magazines and ashtrays were found on the wooden table surface inside the casual room. The furniture seemed old, but sturdy. A mix of sweat, smoke and wood weighted on the atmosphere of the room like an invisible mist.

“It isn’t big, but it’s all I need to be happy. No need for a big house or anything of the sort. It’s hard enough to keep this small lot clean, could ya imagine what it’d be if it were a two-story house?” Chris chuckled at his own joke. He temporarily left his friend in the living room while he went for the fridge in the neighbouring kitchen. “Do ya want a beer or something to drink, Ry?” Ryan was a bit stunned at the offer, being under age and all… but a slight quirk hinted at the side of his lips. This was his first chance to be a little experimentation.

“I’ll have whatever you have.” Ryan smiled.

“That’s what I like to hear, buddy!” Chris smirked back, taking two bottles from the fridge. He slowly walked back to his timid-looking friend in the living room. “Why don’t you take a seat? Or are you waiting to sit on my thigh?” He shot back rascally, dropping idly on the old couch. Ryan grinned back, blushing a little even though he didn’t know why. He settled down next to Chris, accepting the bottle in his hand. He looked at it as if it was a foreign object for a minute. He’d never held a beer before… but not wanting to look inexperienced, he started trying to open it - only to display that he was quite inexperienced.

“Is there a trick to these things?” Ryan asked ashamedly, looking at his friend. At school he felt capable and all, but Chris knew so much more about life… Even how to change a tire. Working on the farm, he’d been swapping tires since he was ten. Ryan hoped somehow during the sleep over he’d figure out a way to impress Chris.

Chris simply smirked and brought the top of the bottle to his abdomen, wrapping the cap with his old overalls and used his thick hand to unclasp the sturdy cap. He shot a prideful snicker at his impressed friend. Chris kindly offered his guest the opened beer and they exchanged the bottles. After having opened his own and taking a sip, followed by a clearing of his throat, he looked down at his friend with a knowing smirk.

“So, Ry, what did ya want to talk about? Did something happen with yar folks?” He asked. Maybe it had something to do with his epicurean attitude, but Chris always seemed to detect if the people that were close to him had something preoccupying their mind.

“Well, I mean it happens to a lot of people… Parents go through hard times, they start thinking about if it’s really worth it. I guess I just didn’t want to be there while they… figured things out.” Ryan said, sipping at his beer. It was a little acrid, but the strangeness of it sort of made it more of a taste experiment so he kept working on it. Chris smiled, not wanting to make his friend uncomfortable, and took another sip of his beer. He turned to the small table to the side of the couch and opened the drawer, pulling out a cigar and a lighter.

Putting it by his lips and lighting the tip, Chris closed his eyes, pulling in the smoke. His fingers handling on the fag with ease, he pulled it away from his mouth, dropping his arm on the couch armrest all while keeping his breath in. After a few seconds, he exhaled, letting the strong earthy smoke clouding over them before dissipating into a faint fog.

“Dude, you really know how to live…” Ryan said in wonder. Here Chris was, not even out of high school and he had a place almost all to himself, he had beer, he had cigars, and he always seemed so happy. Ryan sipped on his beer again, looking at his friend. He even was letting his hair grow out, going without shaving. It was an oddly admirable way to be. Ryan looked back down at his drink. It was going to be even harder to impress him then he thought.

“Living is about doing what makes ya feel good.” Chris grinned, looking at his friend whose head seemed to drop. “Say… wanna try?” He offered, gesturing the cigar to him. He added with a chuckle, “I heard it puts hair on yar chest.”

There was a moment’s consideration as Ryan thought about all the things he’d ever learned about the perils of smoking, of addiction, of all of that - but if his parents were tearing apart his life, and if life was about feeling good, then what was there to lose? He reached out and took the cigar in his hand. Chris was such a big guy, it seemed natural, but the cigar seemed kind of huge to Ryan. Still, he was daring.

His lips came around the base of the stogie and he slowly started to draw in, remembering what he’d heard from various shows about not inhaling all the way. The end of the cigar glowed bright as air passed through, the flames consuming the tobacco and other ingredients within. The smell of the smoke building in the young man’s mouth was more than just earthy, it was like the earth itself… A hint of musk, of peat, of all the things that made mother nature what it was. Ryan was almost in a daze from the experience.

Finally Ryan started to exhale. The paper ring on the cigar shimmered faintly for a moment as the smoke left the teen’s lips. Having no experience, the smoke curled and licked along the cigar, his hand and his face. It lapped at his skin and curved around his head, wreathing him in smoke before it started to finally dissipate. Ryan sat there, a little elated that he had successfully done it. He could feel blood rushing to his groin, giving him a bit of an edge at his accomplishment.

“Doing good, Ry. Is it yar first time smoking?” Chris smirked as he witnessed the darkening of his friend’s darkening around his lips. Small fuzz grew out timidly, only faintly noticeable. Chris licked his lips, tasting the beer and cigar residue mixing together as he watched on his friend. Already, the previously hairless hand holding on the fag had grown a few sparse hair of its own. Chris had to change his sitting stance as a familiar tingle below his waistline made him start to grow a boner. The cigar extending from Ryan’s mouth looked big, a little oversized even, but it made Chris speculate how his friend would look giving him a blowjob.

The host shook his head with a smirk, then sipped some more beer. “Down, boy.” He thought to himself, concealing his erection to soften down in his overalls. He looked back on his friend who seemed oblivious to the changes that crept up on him. The soft fuzz that had grown out above his upper lip started to stain with darker pigments, going from faintly blond to the beginning of a short chestnut mustache. A few more hairs pushed out from the sides of Ryan’s mouth while stray ones began poking out from his chin, joining the hair framing his lips to forming a goatee.

That one change alone seemed to be enough to set Ryan apart. He no longer looked like the well performing swim team captain, he looked like a trailer park kid. His juvenile goatee framed the thick cigar that he was smoking with more and more confidence. He took another draw, held it and then exhaled. Billows of smoke exuded from his lips, spilling across his face and down his body. He no longer shifted to hide his erection as it formed in his shorts, standing upright and proud. It was like Ryan was in another world.

Chris grinned, looking down at his shorter friend who went from practically hairless to sporting an average coating of hair over his once smooth skin. As the smoke danced and patted Ryan’s skin, its blemish free complexion toughened up. His freckles darkened further, splotching the reddening color of his shoulders and arms. The body hair that had grown and spread from his chest reached his shoulders, almost joining in with his arms’, which was non-fitting for a swimmer, even less for the team captain. The fingers holding on the cigar thickened as if the collagen amount increased, making them harder, stronger. Soon enough, the once delicate hands that could have belonged to a pianist had grown weatherbeaten and, almost, fat. The cigar which had looked enormous in his once svelte fingers previously looked more fitting by the second, although still impressive.

Even though Labor Day marked the end of summer, the air was still pretty dense and hot. It clung to Ryan’s body as perspiration made his toughening skin glisten in the room. Chris put an arm around his friend’s shoulders in a brotherly way, bringing his beer to his lips and taking another sip. A playful smirk was drawn on his lips as he witnessed the changes of his friend with a twinge of lust. The tent in Ryan’s loose shorts was on proud display and Chris couldn’t help but whistle playfully, not bothering in hiding his own anymore.

“Looks like ya’re having a good time, Ry.” Chris commented, patting his guest’s shoulder, then pulling him closer.

“How can I not? You really know how to make a guy feel at home!” Ryan said, leaning into the hug. The smoke had clouded his judgement, though all he knew was that he felt content and he felt proud. He handled that cigar like a pro, and he was finally sure that he looked cool to Chris. He took a few more puffs before he took a swig of his beer, surprised it was already over half gone.

Chris chuckled and tightened his embrace on his friend. Living by himself in the trailer for the past few months had been a bit lonely, even though he liked the intimacy and autonomy it gave him. Working on his uncle’s field was enough to pay the rent and the extras of living alone, such as food, beer and school stuff. Sure, not having a mother to wash his dirty clothes or a father to take care of the place had made him more or less responsible ever since he left the family nest.

With a knowing grin, Chris glanced down at his friend’s middle, just above his tented shorts. While Ryan had put hours of efforts on slimming down and tightening his abdominals, Chris almost felt guilty watching the swimmer’s muscle soften as if he’s been fond of beer rather than working out. After all, Chris wasn’t cut either. Manual labour wasn’t meant for cut bodybuilders, but for strong bulky men such as himself… and such as what he was hoping Ryan would become.

The cigars and beer Chris started taking when he was sixteen years old had helped him grow up nice and bulky at a steady pace, though the effects were mostly gone for him now. However, Chris was pleasantly surprised to see how fast they changed his friend before his eyes, especially the cigar. The goatee that surrounded Ryan’s lips hadn’t stopped growing out, the hair at least an inch long, creeping down to two inches long, then more. It hung down from his chin like a testament to masculinity. Even his lips were partly covered in the coarse growing hair which adopted a peculiar smell, like the smoke had fused with the lip curtain.

Intrigued, Chris leaned a little on his friend, taking a closer look and sniff at this enticing smell coming from Ryan’s facial hair. Overwhelmed by the euphoria of scents, and perhaps a bit inebriated from the alcohol intake, Chris was almost tempted to push his lips against Ryan’s. However, he brushed his nose against the smaller teenager’s slightly stubbly cheek, then moved downward meet with the expanding goatee, irradiating with a mix of the cigar smoke and Ryan’s strengthening male scent.

Ryan moved a little, having his friend so close. It only then started to dawn on him how clouded his mind was. He felt… lost, confused, but strangely happy. He closed his eyes and nuzzled against Chris… and then his lips found those of his friend. Almost by instinct, like some sort of animal magnetism. When his lips met Chris’, there was a shudder through his system. What had been happening steadily started to accelerate.

A dull heat blossomed from Ryan’s lungs, spreading into his chest and stomach. His shirt tightened as his stomach started to round outward, growing thicker and thicker. His arms bulked more, the skin stretching taut over tightening biceps and triceps, and his shorts strained. The tent was almost painfully tight, the fabric rising up over hairy legs that were becoming tree trunks. It was almost hard to tell that Ryan was Ryan. He was huge and hairy, two things he had never been before.

Ryan had entered the trailer as a slender hairless swimmer, but his looks had transcended him to look like a bulky hairy worker, and a horny one at that. The previously modest endowment that was concealed in his trousers had grown to match his body. As if growing up working on the field grew on him, the rush of testosterone made his balls to swell in their semen production, trying to promote his new genes to a new generation.

A dull fog dropped on Ryan as conflict between two realities seemed to overwrap his mind once more. In one of them, he remembered being a swimmer who took care of his body and, while not a nerd, was doing good in school. Nights of insomnia for stressing over exams and tryouts for the swim team seemed to partly evaporate, giving place to nights smoking cigars and jerking off to relieve the tension of his painfully hard boners.

Chris broke the kiss and pulled his head back a little, admiring the changes on his friend. He took a malicious pleasure watching Ryan’s tent grow more constricting. In a caring manner, the host’s hands went down to his friend to crotch and undid the button and zipper to retrieve the growing pillar of flesh. It sprung free from its confines, the skin having more give than it had before - his formerly cut cock was back in its natural glory.

Ryan's expression was out of this world as he experienced the most pleasurable feeling he’s ever felt. With every passing seconds, his throbbing hard-on was pushing farther upward in Chris’ hand, soon growing to the same size as Chris’ fat eight inches cock… but Chris’ heart sunk a little, his awe growing as Ryan’s cock kept on growing to nine inches, then ten inches, showing little to no sign of slowing down.

The firm bloat of his stomach pressed slightly on Chris’ hand as he started pleasuring his guest’s shaft, rubbing it up and down tenderly while the cigar and beer Ryan alternated between kept doing their magic. The previous goatee surrounding Ryan’s lips had spread out on his rounder cheeks, evolving into a short beard with a long front which framed the stronger jawline, reaching to his ears and ascending to his scalp into thick sideburns. Still, the goatee maintained dominant by growing coarser and longer, the hair dropping from his chin almost six inches now, obscuring the protruding Adam apple and reaching his collarbone… and still showing no signs of stopping.

“So glad I came over Chis… Sharing a good cigar with a friend is a lot more fun than doing it by yourself.” Ryan said, puffing on his stogie. The embers glowed as they consumed more of the length, bringing it down to about half of its original stature. Ryan thrust into Chris’s hand, feeling the sheer power in his legs and hips making it easy despite his increased body weight. Ryan’s big, round, slightly hairy stomach toughened up as the muscles beneath knitted themselves into a keg like shape.

A slight sheen formed on the tip of Ryan’s now twelve inch cock as it began leaking syrup like pre-cum - clear, musky, potent and plenty of it to go around. Ryan growled and groaned. Being jacked off by his friend was fine, but he wanted more… He wanted to give his friend just what he deserved. He moaned harder, thrusting into that tough, weathered hand that Chris had, picking up speed, loving the friction of the calluses on his flesh.

Ryan’s body continued to shift; muscles swelled, skin toughened, hair grew. He grunted softly, a slight bit of silver appearing in the hair beneath his bottom lip despite the fact that he still had the face, more or less, of a teenager. He growled and grunted more as his body widened, his ribs spreading apart to make more room. He was a behemoth, a true man.

Admiring how Ryan’s body kept blooming and blooming farther into a strong manly man, Chris couldn’t help but feeling his body turning to jelly. While he did look quite the man himself for his age, he almost felt like a prepubescent teen next to his friend. The few grey hairs that grew within Ryan’s beard seemed out of place on such a young-looking face, but the next change Chris witnessed compensated this physiological disorder.

Ryan’s face slowly changed, growing a little tougher, almost as if a few years had stacked on. Along with the change of age came more growth from the already magnificent beard. The facial hair lost some of its youthful luster and smoothness, becoming even coarser and thicker, bushing out. Inch after inch extruded from his face, slipping out, growing down to meet his strong chest. The beard fanned out, spreading wide, engulfing the entire chest that had lost some of its firmness to softness.

As Ryan matured before Chris’ eyes, his bloated beer belly grew as well, his red tank top stretching as best as it could to fit on the growing sphere, to no avail. The bottom of his firm tummy peeked out more and more as it swelled rounder, the midriff on display and then some more bare inches… bare being only a manner of speaking. Dark blond and chestnut hair trailed from Ryan’s crotch upward, but a treasure trail would be a poor understatement — a treasure highway would be more fitting.

Chris’ big hand suddenly felt the cock it was jacking off twitch and spasm. Looking down at it, he watched the footlong penis still thickening, prying his own fat fingers apart. He glanced at his friend who seemed profoundly basking in the pleasure. They’ve exchanged a brief quiet smile, which was enough for Chris to know what to do. The taller one of the two slipped his ass off from the couch for the floor.

Making his way between the legs of his changing friend, Chris felt the meatier thighs, which filled and stretched the previously loose shorts, under his hands. Feeling the legs up and down, Chris admired the previously shaved calves which now were even hairier than his own, and much larger too. Upon further observation, he also noticed how the worn out sneakers at his friends feet seemed unfitting now. Already, the leather had started to split at the sides as the stitching was tugged and frayed, the entire shoe straining to come apart.

Mesmerized by Ryan’s changes, Chris was pulled out of his reverie as a moan from his friend reminded him of the reason why he sat on the floor. Looking up, Chris gasped softly at watching the hard tower of Ryan’s boner, which seemed to have grown beyond the footlong length, thick as his own wrist. Ryan’s face seemed to have grown a couple years older still, making him look like he was approaching his thirties, so much older than an hour ago. The gigantic beard now reached to the bottom of his undersized tank top, the seams of which had already started to split some at the sides.

The cigar by Ryan’s lips was almost done and there was still some beer left in the bottle. Chris couldn’t help but feel a little envious at Ryan’s changes, especially since his own hadn’t gone that far before coming to a halt, probably something to do with genetics or magic or tolerance. Still, Ryan kept changing more and more without stopping, so much that Chris wondered if Ryan would keep changing if he gave him another cigar or another beer after he’d be done with those two. Still, a much pressing matter was on his mind: pleasuring his friend through this whole experience.

Ryan moaned, engulfed in all of the changes… he felt so good, inside and out. His beard felt almost as if it was erect, so big and proud, a symbol of his masculinity. There was a strength in having a belly, as if it was more of an accomplishment than any muscle he’d ever had… and his actual shaft felt like a lightning rod of activity, drawing focus and attention and pleasure all to the very same focal point. Ryan shuddered, loving every second of it all.

Timidly, as it was his first time after all, Chris bowed down and engulfed the tip of his friend’s bloated cock, the foreskin around the head feeling a bit tight at first from all the growth his cock had undergone until now. Chris went down a bit fast on the cock, only to realize there was too much to take at once. After barely burying half of the penis, Chris pulled back. With only the head inside his mouth, which felt huge already, Chris started sucking on it, teasing the glans with his tongue in a remarkably easy way, hearing his friend moan from this tender ministration alone.

Ryan grunted, feeling drunk and high and pleased with the changes. His mind didn’t fully process the fact that so much had changed… and yet, in a strange way, it had. He was large and in charge. It felt only right to have Chris before him, on his knees, sucking his huge rod. Ryan growled a little, a hand slipping out to tease the boy’s hair, slipping through it back and forth a bit.

Interestingly enough, Chris found out that toying with the glans and pulling slightly on the foreskin seemed to loosen up the tight wrapping. Happily and playfully, Chris kept on succionning and pulling on the foreskin only to realize that the more he seemed to tug on it, the more it seemed to stretch. Moreover, the more he played with the cock head in general, the more he heard his friend’s moans deepen.

The balls Chris fondled under his right hand where not spared from the changes, growing plump as large peaches in his hand and then some. While Ryan had been leaking copiously ever since Chris had pulled out his cock, the amount of precum he leaked into his mouth seemed to grow proportionally with the size of his balls, filling his mouth so fast that some of the white fluids slipped past his greedy lips, dripping into his own beard.

“That’s it, boy… Drink that milk.” Ryan muttered, not sure where the words came from. He felt a lot more confident, a lot more… himself. The doubt and fear of being young had melted away, and now he was himself, a creature built for pleasure and passion, and Chris was such a perfect vessel for this. Ryan growled a little, bearing his teeth through the mask of his huge beard, grunting as he tried to urge more of his mammoth cock into that hungry mouth.

While Chris went down on Ryan’s enormous pillar, holding himself on his friend’s thigh with his hand, a soft popping sound came to his ears. A fat wad of precum overfilled his mouth and Ryan’s moans elevated with the sound. Just then, without seeing it, Chris’ hand discovered the source of the noise; Ryan’s shorts, despite how stretchy the material was, were starting to split at the seams. The soft tearing sounds grew in intensity and number as the thick thighs kept growing, almost like if they were breathing in and out with Ryan’s smoking pace, only to never fully shrink back to their previous size.

Chris couldn’t conceal it anymore. With his head bobbing down on Ryan’s cock and one of his hands feeling the hairy flesh expanding under the breaking seams, he brought his second hand to his painfully tented crotch to release his own throbbing boner from the fly of his overalls. With his own cock out, Chris abandoned himself to pleasuring both of them, masturbating himself feverishly to sucking this manly man that he ought to please.

Whether it was an instinctive feeling or not, Chris realized Ryan was done with his beer. However, from watching his friend change so much until now, a slight bit of curiosity made him wonder if Ryan was really done changing. Probably it was because people were affected differently by the beer and the cigar, but while Chris had grown taller after his consumption in the past, he did not notice his friend change a bit in height since the beginning of his own set of change. Despite the optical illusion of being that muscled and thick making him seem taller, Ryan was still his old five foot ten self.

“Maybe he just ain’t supposed to get any taller.” Chris pondered to himself, going strong on the tall dick that was pushing above thirteen inches, hitting fourteen inches, looking even more ginormous on his compact bulky frame. Unfortunately, as much as Chris wanted to keep pleasuring his friend, it felt like it was getting impossible as the cock kept pushing out, thickening as large as his friend’s large forearms. It was like it was growing for every bit that the cigar was shrinking… and, finally, the cigar was done.

Chris felt compelled between letting his friend the way he was right now or if he should hand him out the rest of his own beer since he had something even better to drink from at the moment. The constant leaking of precum had filled his own belly, bloating it a little in his denim overalls, yet the feeling of pleasuring his friend was so strong he didn’t care the slightest about it… nor did he notice that keeping on swallowing his friend’s newly enhanced precum seemed to have a secondary effect. The short beard Chris had when he greeted his friend earlier had just started to thicken up further, growing out as well like it was trying to mirror his friend’s.

It had been a whirlwind event for both young men. The couch beneath them groaned, the air was thick with smoke and musk. They had an aroma of virile, masculine men. Their size was intense, their pleasure profound… and the sensation of finishing the beer and cigar seemed to help Ryan feel as if he was finishing himself. His moans grew in intensity, his large form shuddered. His hands grabbed Chris’ head and held him there as his moans hit the high point and he unleashed monumental, colossal fountain of thick, potent, tainted seed.

As the cum hit Chris’ mouth, the thick warm spooge began to send waves of tingling through Chris’ body. His heart raced, his skin was buzzing with electricity, and his face began to throb. What had started slowly began to pick up pace as his body was nourished by his friend’s seed. His mustache pushed out from his upper lip, descending down over like a curtain, brushing the cock wedged in his mouth. The few sparse patches on his cheeks thickened and filled in, and then all of the hair began pushing out.

Centimeters by the second, inch after inch. It felt like a full face erection as his beard extruded from his flesh. It bulked out from his cheeks, descended from his jaw, and even filled out on the entire underside of his chin. It was a wild mane, true and bulky, thick and robust as it continued to stretch and billow… but it wasn’t the only thing.

As Chris tried to consume his friend’s load, it was hard to keep it all in… As the flow dropped down his throat and filled his stomach, his body took it and made it his own. His stomach started to round out more fully, his arms and legs thickening. It was almost as if he was a great water balloon, growing and growing as more liquid was poured in. Even Chris’ balls began to swing lower, expanding outward in every direction.

It was becoming too much for Chris to take it all at once. As his middle rounded from the geyser-like intake, the seams of his own overall started to creak. Unable to take much more of his friend’s virile essence, some of it poured past his lips, dropping and soaking into Chris’ exploding beard. While Ryan’s balls should have at least shrunken down a bit in size from the amount of cum they kept on shooting, Chris only felt them surge fatter and fatter, growing past the size of lemons, unaware his own balls were reaching greater heights as well.

A sudden sense of unbalance hit Chris as he kept ingesting the slowly ebbing orgasm of his friend in utter bliss. It was like he had to bow down his head a bit further to keep engulfing as much as he could of Ryan’s shaft. The straps of his overalls seemed to dig a little further into his shoulders and it was not only due to the slight bulkiness he just gained from taking in so much of his friend’s precious cum. Slowly, he felt his feet slip on the floor as his legs stretched longer. While nowhere near the size of his friend bulk-wise, it was apparent that Chris was not only growing a massive beard and stache that was almost hiding Ryan’s gigantic cock, but that Chris was literally growing up even taller as well.

Ryan let out a deep, guttural growl as he rubbed the head of the man on his cock. It was hard to put into words, but the experience had felt like some sort of bonding, like Chris was… his… his boy, his son, his progeny. He’d helped him to grow up so big and strong after all. He rubbed his boy’s head with contentment.

“Now, that was a good meal, wasn’t it boy?” Ryan asked, his voice so much deeper than it had been mere hours before. He admired Chris’ size, especially his immense beard. It suited him, and it’d look even better as he grew it out more.

“Yes… sir!” Chris replied, his blush barely apparent through the thicker beard on his face. He couldn’t help but feel small and frail at the nickname coming from this strong bulky man that adopted, somehow, a fatherly presence to him… and because of that, calling him Sir was only fitting for such a man. A conflict of memories hit Chris, remembering the thin hairless swimmer Ryan used to be, starkly contrasting this new version of him before his eyes.

Looking down, Chris gasped as he noticed his bloated midsection, straining the already big overalls to the point of having a few seams opened to his sides. Standing up proved to be quite a new challenge for him, all that weight making it odd to maneuver. Only when he finally got to his feet did he assess the totality of changes that had hitten him. He had grown a few inches taller past his previous six foot two height, making him at least six feet and a half, barely under the height of a door.

He looked down at his… daddy, on the couch, his erection looking just as ready for another round as it was a few moments ago. Chris’ own penis stood almost painfully erect, straight like a steel bar, before him. Even though he towered more over his daddy and had a considerable amount of weight, Ryan’s furball-like body was wider than his own and his compact frame was all muscle and solid whereas Chris had grown mostly soft after taking in his daddy’s load.

“It’s good to have some time off, isn’t it? Time to have some good daddy son bonding time.” Ryan said, reaching up, caressing Chris’ beard, feeling the thickness, the length. He murmured, another pearl of cum appearing at the tip of his cock. The two had been heightened to the edges of masculinity, brought to the point of warping reality itself. Ryan remembered, vaguely, who he was… but at the same time, he and Chris had a new connection. This was his boy, his son, his legacy… and his mate. He growled happily, looking at how big he was. Somehow this all felt right… more than right, it felt perfect.

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Things had been changing at the trailer park; the seasons, the neighbors, even reality itself. Few memories remained anywhere that Ryan had been a classmate of Chris. Instead, everyone knew him as a loving, down to Earth father. He kept his trailer in alright shape, he had a good enough job at the repair shop and he was always there in time for his son to come home from school.

Ryan stood on the porch, his beard billowing in the breeze, his clothes barely able to cover his muscle and fat, let alone the bulge in his pants. He held a fat stogie up to his lips, puffing on it, the end glowing as he held the smoke in his mouth for a moment before exhaling again. Life was most certainly good.

Eventually, at the edge of the trailer park, Ryan saw the plain old-looking school bus coming by to drop its herd of youngsters. A few teens walked out of the packed vehicle, relieved at their sudden freedom. The man on the porch waited eagerly for his boy to come out, usually coming out last as he loved to sit with the bad boys on the back of the bus. Finally, Chris’ towering mass of bulk and hair walked out, having to bend a little not to hit his head on the top of the doorframe. The bus bounced back slightly as the senior student finally put his large booted feet on the ground.

Chris walked the couple dozens of steps that separated him from home, never breaking the grin that stretched on his face looking up at the fatherly figure on the deck. Ryan’s beard had grown so much in the past couple months that it would completely hide his beer belly if it weren’t braided. The few stripes of grey in it confirmed his older age next to Chris, but the vivid chestnut color of his hair made him look barely older somehow, like if he had had Chris at a very young age.

Chris stepped on the porch, watching Ryan smoking his cigar like he had done it for so many years. The high schooler dropped his old ratty school bag on the porch carelessly and dropped his ass on a wooden chair next to his dad. Without exchanging a few words, Chris was handed Ryan’s half done cigar while his dad lit a new one for himself. It was becoming a routine of some sort — whenever Chris came back from school, he’d find Ryan smoking on the porch and they’d enjoy a few cigars before having sex, sometimes right in the open.

“You have a good day, boy?” Ryan asked, puffing on his fresh cigar, getting the tip to glow a bright red as he held the smoke in his mouth, letting it permeate his senses before he exhaled again, the cloud curling and slipping along his beard.

“You can say that. Though I have to say this is making the day even better.” Chris gestured at the cigar he was smoking. They were silent for a few moments, simply basking in the comforting pleasure of smoking after a long day at their respective obligations. The silence was finally broken by Chris, “I have an assignment to do for History class… and I’m paired up with Jack. Would you mind if I brought him home this weekend? He’s told me his parents are constantly fighting and arguing so his place wouldn’t be suitable to work on the project.”

“That sounds good Chris… We can show him what a good family environment can do for a man.” Ryan said, puffing on his cigar with one hand, his other drifting down to rub up and down on the tent in his pants, his erection raging as hard and huge as ever, “Now, why don’t we head inside, get you an after school snack and have some fun.” Ryan grinned, giving his son’s shoulder a pat as he opened the door to their trailer and disappeared into the shadow within.