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In the closet

Written by Reaping

Finals were over. For some, it marked the end of another semester, for others, it marked the end of their studies. Beer flowed, weed was fuming, everybody had their way of celebrating the end of classes. Dormitories across campus and houses around town went wild with parties.

Paul, who started college in literature, was just done with his first year. He wasn't a straight A student as he often neglected his homework until the last minute. He wasn't bad either. He was just naturally good at what he did. Not particularly a very active guy, he still liked to swim at the pool or to play badminton with a few classmates of his. He wasn't built like an athlete, yet he was in decent shape, even at five-foot-four. Friend with a few recurrent gym goers, it's one of them, Harry, who's offered him to come to the party he had at his place.

Paul arrived by 8 PM. The attendant wore a pair of shorts and a casual tank top displaying the 3 Ws--the "Wild War Wolves" logo, a band from his school. With the chilly evening, Paul put on his shoes, but hadn't cared to put on socks. Truth was he couldn't find any in the mess of his room. Paul still made sure to comb backward his soft hair, which on the middle of his scalp was dyed a vibrant orange and stretched upward in a Mohawk like pattern.

To complement the faux red hair he had, Paul had even dyed his thick but short goatee in the same colour. It contrasted with the obvious dark stubble on his cheeks that he's forgotten to shave before attending the party but it was too late now to remediate to it.

The place was pretty crowded and was booming with music. Lights of many colours flashed all around in a frenzied way, even to the outside. Paul was greeted by the host, Harry, on the front lawn, who had drunk his share of alcohol already and perhaps a few illicit substances as well. The guy was well taller than him, almost by a whole foot. Matching his imposing stature, big thick arms and shoulders spread out of his tank, exposing the hairier than average muscles Harry liked to show off. A wicked sneer always crossed his lips in a sick way that girls found irresistible--Harry was the man of the class. Sporting a dense but pale beard on his face, he also had long dirty blond hair cascading his back, tied up in a ponytail. Going at the gym at least three times a week, Harry was more built than Paul and probably the bigger guy of their cohort.

"Hey, Paul, bro! Glad you could make it tonight, man!" Harry greeted him. "If you want some booze, there's punch in the dinning room and beer in the fridge!"

"Cool, man! And you sure did invite the whole class, huh?"

"Well, I only thought of inviting a couple of them, but the word spread out and... eh, you know me, right, bro? Couldn't say no to any of them!"

Harry exploded in laughter, definitely drunk from all the alcohol.

"Man, he does look buff and hot in that tank." Paul thought, before shaking his head. Maybe taking alcohol would be a bad idea after all. He wasn't sure about his sexuality yet and he didn't want to accidentally out himself as "the gay classmate" for being drunk.

"You all right, dude?" Harry pondered, sipping some of his beer, never letting go of his shit-eating grin.

"Yeah, sorry, just thinking about stuff."

"Riiight. Well, school's over for a few months, so head inside and take some booze! That's an order, bro!" Harry snickered, then wiped the foam off his moustache with his rug of a forearm.

"I'll do! See you later!"

Paul gestured farewell and proceeded to enter the house, when Harry almost spitted some beer catching up for him.

"Wait! Forgot to tell you: I still have to do some cleaning in my room, so the basement is off bounds tonight!"

"Yeah, Harry's forgotten to hide his porn mags!" One of his friends teased.

"And to clean up his mess!" Another guy added with laughter.

"Aww fuck you, guys! You're probably worse than I am!" Harry spitted back at them.

"The question ain't about us, dude!"

"And we've seen worse, Harry! Remember at Sean's!"

"Guys, he's probably just embarrassed that we find his gay porn mags!" One of them mocked.

"Oooooohh!" The crew bellowed at the same time to Harry.

Before Paul could hear anymore dude bro talk, he rushed inside the house. That last bit about the gay mags had made him blush to the point he feared it might out him. As he attempted to find his way around the crowd, he accidentally rushed into Bonnie, a girl from his class only wearing a purple swimsuit.

"Hey, Paul! Are you coming in the pool too?" She asked.

"Huh... I didn't bring mine."

"Hey, you can still go in your underwear! You're a guy after all! C'mon!"

"I'll... I'll think about it. I'll get myself something to drink first."

"All right, lil' Paul! See you later!"

Bonnie left with a few half-naked classmates, a guy even deciding to go in the nude. Paul blushed again, watching Carl's butt cheeks swaying with his steps before he willed himself to look elsewhere. Without any further people approaching him, Paul distanced himself from the crowd and blazing music. He backed off further into an empty corridor leading to the bathroom and bedrooms, trying to recollect his thoughts and abate the growing boner in his shorts. No time to embarrass himself in front of his classmates. However, that did little to his wood as he started hearing moans of torrid sex occurring in one of the rooms.

"God damn it! I should have jacked off before coming here!" He whispered to himself. "Maybe... if I go to the bathroom... I could just..."

Paul walked slowly in the corridor, listening to the noise not to open the wrong door and face the couple having a good time. Being outed as "the gay classmate" was one thing, but being accused of being a "creepy voyeur" wasn't any better, if worse.

The furthest door in the corridor didn't seem to have any sound coming through, so Paul opened it. However, instead of finding the bathroom, it led to stairs going into the basement. Paul instantly thought of closing the door and heading back to the kitchen with the crowd for a moment. However the curiosity of finding out if the "gay mags" thing Harry's buddies said outside was an opportunity too good to pass. Even if it were just a joke, Paul's curiosity took the better of him and he quietly proceeded downstairs.

Most of the basement seemed to be in construction, apart from two small rooms. One consisted of a bathroom and the other, by deduction was probably Harry's bedroom. The rest of the basement apparently was a storage for various boxes... with a mini workout station. Paul approached the dumbbell sets, nicely racked on the metallic shelve. The sheer size of the weights was incredible, starting from 25s to 75s. Next to them, a bench press seat had the bar loaded with over a hundred pounds.

Upon checking the sets, an odd smell came to Paul's noise. It smelled like sweat, but a little off... like musk. The young man looked around, trying to pinpoint where the scent was from. His stomach sank when he wondered if it was, in fact, emanating from Harry's room. He slowly walked to the slightly ajar door, took a deep breath, then pushed it opened.

Inside Harry's bedroom, the odd smell intensified. The place was messy, but not as worse than he anticipated. There were pieces of clothing all over the floor, dirty dishes by the computer station and his nightstand seemed covered with various bottles and empty glasses. Paul was almost disappointed not to find the gay magazines Harry's friends teased about outside.

"Guess he's just another straight dude bro after all." He shrugged, rubbing his itchy nose with his forearm.

Paul was about to leave the room when he noticed the trash by the bed. The thing looked full of tissues that probably came from countless masturbation sessions, but what triggered Paul's curiosity was the damp soiled jockstrap that laid on top of the tissues. The thing looked as if it used to be a pearly white, but now it was covered in cum stains and reeked of sex.

Paul's mind seemed to grow fuzzy. With uncontrolled motion, he walked over to the funky object, carefully not to trip over the clothes, and retrieved it from the trash. It felt moist and damp at the touch. With further inspection, Paul noticed that its moist wasn't only due to sweat, but an oddly big load of cum still clung to it. While he wanted to be repulsed by it, Paul felt an odd attraction toward the soiled cloth. He felt compelled, called, to plunge his face in the strong funk that lurked inside it.

Suddenly, incoming noise rushed toward the room Paul was in. That ought to be Harry coming in! He forgot to close the door upstairs! The lad with the cum filled jock in his hand grew panicked. He couldn't be seen here! Especially not with that jockstrap!

With no solutions, Paul's eyes fell on the closet in the room and went for it. Slipping inside, he barely managed to close the door behind him before two drunk students entered the room. Looking through the horizontal slits of the confined room, Paul could spy upon the room. It was Jack and Samantha, the douchebag and the slut. The two of them were making out lewdly and just before rushing toward the bed, Jack locked the door behind them.

"Great. Now I'll have to stay here, huh?" Paul muttered to himself.

With Samantha sprawled on the bed, she moaned as the big young man fondled her all over, his hands squeezing her breasts, his thighs. The slut giggled and slurred, saying how nasty they were to use Harry's room. The guy only chuckled as he drop down his trunks, sporting a hard on the slut happily started to grab and lick. Despite the scene unfolding in front of him, Paul couldn't help his annoyance but grow hard again in his shorts at the sight of this bitch being used for the selfish good of the man. Heck, Paul envied Jack right now. Samantha wasn't his kind of girl, but he couldn't deny how her moans and ministrations on the bed turned him on.

Watching Jack's erection coming to life, Paul gasped at the size of the guy's dick. It had to be almost eight inches long and it appeared quite thick to him. Heck! it'd probably not even fit all inside the girl. His shorts growing painfully tight, Paul glanced down and noticed he still hold tight on the moist jock. With momentarily solitude, Paul could help but bring the thing to his face, and everything felt wonderful.

The scents were so rich, so deep, so... alive. Paul couldn't help but stipulate a moan in the damp cloth. Forgetting who were in the room with him, Paul pressed the jock closer on his face, smearing its wetness on his cheeks, unaware that as he did so, his dark stubble started to thicken and grow a little. He let out another unwilling moan and pulled his tongue out, licking the cum stained fabric of the jock.

An explosion of flavours coursed his mouth. The young man went at it again, and again, slurping more of the cum. The dark stubble surrounding the dyed goatee spread thicker and longer. And all the while, Paul couldn't move his hand away from the erection, insistent, in his shorts. It fondled the bulge. Little did he know that the bulge grew with his facial hair.

Paul let out a deep grunt and opened his eyes in shock at the moment. What the hell just happened to him? Afraid the couple might have heard him, he walked back toward the back of the closet. He smuggled between and under the jerseys, jackets and suits before he tripped on a large block. Paul gasped a bit, taken by surprise. Blessed, he noticed the couple on the bed didn't take notice of his unwanted presence.

With the light of his phone, Paul looked down at the soiled jockstrap, then at his hurtful erection. He also watched that the block, which he stumbled on, was nothing less than Harry's boat-like shoe. Paul dropped the underwear on a pile of unfolded clothes and reached for one of the immense shoes. At six feet two, Harry seemed to wear size 16s as Paul read the sticker inside them.

"Man... that's twice the size I wear!" He thought.

With curiosity, the same way he's been tempted to breathe in the jock's musk, something forced Paul into dive his nose inside the shoe. A sudden intense musk overfilled his nostrils and all the hair on his body stood on hand. Once more, Paul moaned in the article he had his face stuffed in.

"Fuck..." Paul whispered.

The horny teenager dropped his cellphone of the pile of clothes on the ground and he slipped to sit flat on his butt on the messed-up clothes. The erection in his shorts stood proudly, pointing up like a pole tent. The student stretched out both of his legs, the flat of his shoes pressing against the wall on either side of the closet door. With his free hand, Paul pushed the waistband of his shorts right under his balls, the hard and needy dick jutting out and spraying a few drops of precum on Paul's t-shirt.

"Shit." He cursed.

Paul pulled the big shoe away for an instant and took hold of his hard cock. At the very moment when he grabbed onto the shaft, an overwhelming sensation took over him. Promptly, he brought the musky shoe to his face again and inhaled a big draft of the scent. The changes began again. Pumping his shaft up and down, the college teen moaned softly, the soft yet hard pole filling comfortably his hand... that is until the head peeked out of his fist. Paul never had a big dick to be proud of. However that was already changing. The stubby little dick in his pants, all four mere inches, had already stretched to five inches, then six inches.

Long was forgotten the two college goers having sex on the bed. The intense musk surrounding the horny Paul in the closet was choking him into a newfound dreamland. Breathing in the sweat-soaked shoe, Paul was none the wiser as his stubble resumed its unnatural growth. Hair grew fuzzy, popping in every direction. Some poked high on his cheeks and some grew down on his neck, the once stubble thickening until no skin could be visible underneath. An inch of dense beard became two and soon after it was three inches long. The dyed goatee stretched longer as well, mimicking the neighbour hairs, the orange hue contrasting drastically with the black beard surrounding it with an almost punk-like look.

Never letting go of his stubborn erection, Paul gasped once more. His dick swelled in his hand as if it was being filled with even more blood, like a hard balloon of flesh. The thing forced his petite hands to loosen their tight grip on the enlarging organ. The top of its head was turning red with exertion, angry and needy. The shaft surged with more growth, reaching a nice size of seven inches, then a big eight-inch length.

The warmth radiating all over Paul seeped into his limbs like it was digging up in his muscles and bones. His small muscles felt just like an intense badminton session. The muscles burned down what little fat he had on then fuelled on it to gain size. What were before lithe arms suddenly started to grow with bulk... but the swelling didn't limit itself to his arms. His torso started to barrel out, its cavity expanding along with his breathing capacity. With each intake of air, more of the musk entered his lungs and commanded his body to stretch and grow.

The shirt grew oddly tight after a few breaths, but Paul didn't care the slightest. He was just desperate for more of that ungodly scent. His thighs started to swell in size and firm, but the stretchiness of the shorts didn't make it uncomfortable... yet. Then, the feeling of having run a marathon squeezed his calves as they struggled for growth. The sensations ended up with his bare feet, clinging tightly inside his shoes. The shoes bulged snugly as growth occurred inside them. The nagging sensation was getting irritating and Paul pulled Harry's big shoe away from his face.

An odd confusion seeped on Paul. The closet seemed to have fairly shrunk as his legs felt confined in the small room. The horny teenager grunted and let go of his leaking dick to reposition his buttock on the pile of dirty clothes on the ground. He looked down toward his feet, pressing against the wall tightly with his knees bending. He didn't remember adopting such a position nor that his clothes were that tight when he got to the party. Especially his shoes. Paul brought a hand to his face only to notice he now sported a wild and dense beard.

"What the hell?" He muttered.

Paul went for the bedroom but he stopped mid-motion when he saw the couple lewdly fucking on the bed, the guy hammering his big dick inside the girl's pussy, probably with no condom. The lust returned to him like a spinning headache. He looked down at his insistent dick, throbbing harder than ever. Paul gasped. How the hell did it grow so big? He was used to his little four inches prick but now it had doubled in length and in girth! He moaned as his dick swelled even redder, almost doubling again in girth. Paul whined as he looked down at the needy pillar of flesh that stood before him. In submission to his needs, the horny teenager grasped the pole and resumed his strokes.

Still odd about his body, Paul grasped his phone on the floor to light up around him. He noticed his clothes seemed to have shrunk, but he dismissed the thought. They couldn't have shrunk, he had grown. It was obvious as the closet did feel smaller than it used to when he's entered in it.

"Fuck... it's getting... so big!" Paul moaned as his hand suddenly couldn't wrap around the thing anymore.

An increasing sting hit him right in the feet. Paul bit his lower lip to suppress a louder moan. And in one motion, his head hit the hung clothes, his knees bucked higher and his feet burst off at the tips of his shoes. A wad of seminal fluid flew out from his cock and splattered on the ground. The quantity must have rivalled any load he's had before but Paul felt like it wasn't cum but just a gush of precum.

In perverted lust, the hidden male looked into the room for the sex occurring on the bed. Fuck, his dick was definitely bigger than that stupid brute's, now. He'd ravage that pussy with that baby maker between his legs. The thought of fertilizing his seed into some pussy turned Paul immensely. He glanced down and gasped in shock as his dick grew bigger still. The soda can thick eight incher surged further, growing to nine inches, then ten.

"Hmm... I wonder..."

With his feet firmly planted on the wall on either side of the door, Paul took advantage of his longer penis to lower his head down on it and engulf the tip into his mouth. The taste was pungent but rich. An overwhelming warmth spread through his contorted body and the young man jerked in surprise as the hard shaft restart its growth while he sucked on its very end. Ten inches gave place to eleven inches, only to be outdone by a foot-long of man meat. Paul closed his eyes in sheer bliss as the taste and musk exploded tenfold in his mouth and nostrils.

Another, and bigger, gush of precum erupted into his mouth and the horny male delightfully gulped it down. Then, unknown to him, his eyes turned an animalistic yellow. A sickening pop resonated from his jaw as it made itself just a bit broader while the bicoloured beard suddenly grew some more in length and thickness, almost obscuring the totality of his neck. Still avidly sucking on his own erection, Paul didn't notice that more of his feet grew out of the ripped opened shoes. Nor that his hair on top of his head kept growing like a waterfall on his shoulders, then down his back.

The more he sucked on his dick, the bigger it felt into his mouth. Mimicking a vacuum or a pumping device, the sucking ministrations pulled so much on the fleshy organ it swelled upward continuously. The tightness feeling asserted itself around Paul, making him almost claustrophobic. Then, with a few ripping sounds in tandem with body spasms, the coolness of the wall behind Paul directly rubbed against his expanding lats. A broad and still opening tear exposed the back of the uncaring young male lost in the depths of lust.

Paul had entered the closet at five-foot-four. However, with small spurts of growth here and then, he had now stretched to an average five-foot-ten height, half a foot taller. Paul's yellow eyes widened in shock as his swelling dick stretched his jaw more and more uncomfortably. He tried letting go of the ten inches pole he's put in earlier, only to notice there was still more of it to pull out.

In lustful fear, Paul kept on pulling out more, shocked to see a boner a foot-long jutting out of his lips and still having some to take out. Thirteen inches of his cock became fourteen inches... then fifteen inches of slobbery dick finally free from Paul's shocked mouth. The penis was so long and it was way thicker than a beer can by now. Maybe a bit redder. Paul shuddered as a jet of precum shot out of his monstrously big prick, hitting him on the face, from his bearded chin to his wider and slightly darker nose.

Paul clenched his fists on the ground, suppressing the approaching orgasm as he wanted to edge this ungodly pleasure for as long as he could. Another wad of precum jutted out from his dick and hit him hard on the chest, soaking into his shirt. Almost instantly, on cue, Paul's chest swelled up front, his bulky thorax growing in size, covered with dense and building muscle. The shirt strained tighter over the developing pectorals and the tear stretched itself even larger down his back.

With a hazy grin, Paul looked down at his feet jutting out at the tips of his shoes. He wiggled his freed toes against the walls, hearing the leather creak and break some more as the stretching of the feet resumed, more of them slipping out. The sides of his feet were also digging into those of the footwear, growing far too wide for them. A sudden thought crossed the guy's mind. As perverse and wrong as it was, he couldn't help but mutter with a wicked grin:

"More..."

The snapping sound of leather grew louder and more intense, the seams popping one by one on the shoe. Paul suppressed a moan. He closed his eyes for a brief moment as warmth coursed through his body. The claustrophobic feeling died out some more as stitches split under his armpits as his chest pushed and spread further out like a small barrel. The arms had indeed grown as well, filling nicely the sleeves of his shirt while his shoulders and traps had swollen up.

In the closet, Paul couldn't just get out. The couple on the bed was going at it hard and noisy and it would be too awkward to just walk out on them. Plus, he could just stay there and enjoy the show without them suspecting his presence at all. With renewed lust, Paul watched on the sex act, the jacking of his dong getting messier and messier as more and more seminal fluids splattered out of it all over himself and the small room.

Paul took hold of the big shoe and pull it up to his face again. His own musk was adding to the confinement of the closet, but the smell that came from the footwear was definitely stronger than his. And then, the jock by his side was even better than the shoe. The more Paul breathed of the musk emanating from the article, the odder, yet euphoric, he felt. Moreover, he started to sense his teeth were getting longer and slightly sharper, the itch in his gums relieved by it.

The beard and hair that adorned his head like a mane exploded out thicker, even wilder. The strands of black locks flowing on his shoulders and back were so long and thick that he could have passed for a girl from behind... if it hadn't been for his exceptionally wide shoulders and split opened shirt giving a fair hint of back hair. Meanwhile, from the front, the beard stretched down, completely obscuring the young man's neck and still growing, gaining more length, surpassing six inches, then eight, now dropping gently on his squared and buffed pecs.

Another breath in and his chest cavity expanded again with another ripping complaint from the shirt. His arms had been on the smooth side of the hairy spectrum before, but now they were truly getting into hirsute territory. Skin was hiding more and more under the increasing coating. He was becoming manly, large with muscles and covered in fur. And still, Paul desired more. And he was too happy to notice he wasn't done changing by a far fetch. Mimicking the arms, his legs were a bit further hairier. Lastly, even the hands and feet were getting their own fuzz carpet, the nails suddenly looking rather darker and thicker, like dirtier.

Paul couldn't keep at it. The power of the musk was too strong for him to bear and he had to pull back the shoe if he didn't want to blow his load right then. He briefly peeked at Harry's shoe and he noticed how it now felt smaller in his hand. Perhaps his hands had grown too. Paul looked toward his feet and smirked as an idea crossed his mind. With careful ministrations not to pull the attention from the people frolicking in the room, Paul removed the scrapped footwear around his feet and he slowly pushed his bare feet inside the musky and slightly sweat-soaked shoes. Albeit feeling a bit loose, the thought of putting Harry's manly big size 16 sneakers turned him on immensely, oddly enough.

The guy on the bed was grunting with animalistic sounds, the girl moaning louder. Their orgasm was approaching, yet the undesired spectator to the show didn't want to spew his load so soon. Paul's right hand was slick with pre. His left one wandered to his side, looking for the stained jockstrap he's found earlier. Got it. He brought it to his face, some cum and sweat sticking into the orange-tinted "goatee pattern" on his beard. Paul licked the jock, basking into deep pleasure from doing so. His hand which had enlarged and had a better grip on his monster cock suddenly lost its advantage as Paul gasped at his still growing boner, stretching to sixteen inches long, but particularly widening in girth.

Paul looked down at the thick head with lust. The spurts of pre just came oozing out and out in a near-continuum pace. He couldn't stop it. It kept spewing a mess all over the floor and Harry's clothes... and it felt so good. Perhaps it'll serve as a gift for Harry to remember him during summer. A growl of hunger resonated from his guts and Paul moaned softly. He gazed at his fountain of a cock. He could just drink from it, but his appetite craved something... stronger. His blackened nose sniffed out the smelly jockstrap and a longer tongue flopped out for his broader jaw. With no more hesitation, Paul pulled the jock at his face again and he went on sucking down the spunk in it.

Almost instantly, his shoulders bulked and pressed up, tearing thread by thread the shirt as they swelled with more size, getting much hairier as well. Biceps blew like balloons and more ripping sounds were made under his armpits unleashing more of Paul's own increasing musk. Moreover, the sleeves on the jacked arms were starting to simply tear around the bulging muscles, unable to contain such sheer mass. Without letting go of his mighty cock, Paul silently yelped in surprise at this new wave of growth. Once more, his knees bucked up, even higher. Paul's arms stretched longer as well to maintain proportions and his spine pulled him taller, once again, just slightly above six feet tall.

"Hmm... that felt good..." He moaned into the soiled cloth.

The simplest movements of his arms triggered more ripping sounds. Sleeves were a thing of the past. Paul's shirt looked more like a tank top by now although a large tear exposed his fuzzy back to the coolness of the closet wall. The shoes around his feet felt more fitting although still slightly loose. Unbeknownst to him, Paul had practically grown to Harry's six-foot-two height, but he was much thicker with muscles and probably hairier than the jock. Yet, this excruciating sensation of manliness and virility clouded his mind with pure lust and testosterone. It felt so good. It felt so right. He craved more.

"Again..." He wished, hoping to keep the blissful feeling coming.

And his body responded with another series of bones growing and tendons extending. Swelling with power and size, Paul gasped as a loud tearing from his shorts surprised him. Despite their stretchiness, his ass had blown so much it couldn't be contained. And suddenly, a poignant feeling clutched within his chest. Paul sighed in relief as his limbs reeled even longer. His head pushed further up against the hung clothes of the closet, drips of pre staining onto them sluggishly. His hairy knees rose higher again as he surpassed Harry's height, reaching six-foot-three then six-foot-four... He was a foot taller than when he arrived at the party and it felt incredible, if not for how tight the closet was getting. His shirt had ridden up to expose his new cut abs, covered with a carpet of thick fuzz. A few last stitches popped as the shirt gave way to his enlarging chest, puffing out bigger with every breath. His thunder thighs were pressing a little more against his thorax due to the smallness of the room. The feeling out being so tightly trapped in something he used to be fit easily turned Paul on immensely.

A longer tongue flopped out of his mouth, panting as the closet grew hot. He's already sucked the goods from Harry's jock and he was saddened to notice he didn't have anymore to suck on. Still, he watched the bobbing sixteen incher spewing precum like a faucet with a newfound hunger. He bent forward, heading for the tip of this inexhaustible organ. His long tongue licked the very tip and his shoulders twitched and bulked under the action. Paul moaned delightfully. He peered at the shoes, the only clothing article he had on that fit him now, then back at his gigantic dong. Tentatively, he licked and gulped some of the tastier precum beading out on the glans. Another shiver ran down his spine and Paul winced as his body surged once more with a spasm. Unsure, he looked at himself and felt as if he had grown yet again. He was six-foot-five, more than a foot taller than he used to be!

With more copious licks, he slurped more of his precum and trembled in anticipation as this orgasmic heat wave hit him again and again. It was so good. He had to do it. His thick hairy hands slipped under his ass cheeks and pulled his body so that his big dick to slide deeper down his throat and fill his ravenous guts. More popping sounds emanated from him, but he didn't care. Paul wanted to have more and that was all what mattered. His butt firmed under his fingers, his thick dark nails sharpening into short claws while the flesh of his ass grew coated with fur.

His jaw cracked almost as if it's just dislocated, but, instead, it pushed further outwards, protruding one inch forward in a slight muzzle. Paul moaned as more of his maw took in more of his outrageously big shaft. He pried for more and his mouth began its enlargement again, stretching one more inch, then another... until it resembled the long yet wide snout of a gigantic wolf. Meanwhile, his human ears reached to the top of his head, slowly, in an opposite direction as the muzzle to take the form of wolfish, hairy and triangular appendages.

Paul passively noticed the growth and lengthening of his limbs in the closet. He barely noted his traps and back slipping upward against the wall as he stretched to six-foot-six, six-foot-seven... six-foot-eight... His wide and thick cannonball-like shoulders were growing squeezed between the two side walls of the room. However, a new tightness sensation pinched at his feet. Paul gasped as he saw tears splitting the tips of the snug size 16s. Massive dark claws forced their way through by tearing apart the leather of the shoes. Paul happily relished on these new changes. He was outgrowing that big jock Harry in every way! He pulled the monstrosity of his inhuman dick out of his maw and cheered on his growth.

"Yes! Again! Big... bigger!" He whispered in glee, mad with lust.

His long legs forced his butt to slip up the wall against which his back pressed against. At the same time, his monster feet outgrew more and more Harry's shoes. Even while bending over, his shoulders hit the support metal beam onto which the clothes were nicely raked... until Paul accidentally pushed some off their hooks to fall in the precum puddle. Paul's left hand curled around the beam for steadiness, the six-foot-eight beast struggling to keep its balance. A new appendage grew behind him as his spine elongated once more, while not giving him more height. A thick fluffy tail emerged above his ass, wagging in bliss as his cheeks stretched into two solid globes.

His feet freed themselves from the shoes, ruining them. He stood firmly on the ground on two large wolfish clawed furry feet. Paul bent slightly and looked back for the couple on the bed, only to notice they've already achieved orgasm (or at least the guy did) and they were dressing up to return to the party. The hidden lad felt angry for missing the climax of their fucking and his monstrous hand paw gripped forcefully the seventeen-inch cock, which was about as wide as a wine bottle by now, at the very least.

In one motion, like a kick in the balls, Paul groaned painfully as both of his now grapefruit-sized balls dropped lower and lower... and getting further again. The sack was growing heavier, fuller, then kept its inflation coming to make itself even bigger. Paul's heels abruptly lurched upward, leaving the ground to take a more digitigrade stance and his shoulders hit the upper shelf of the closet with this new height increase. This late spurt made him seven-foot-four, two feet taller than he was to begin with! He was so big and strong and manly... what could he ask more?

A sudden and intense clutch at his chest made Paul's eyes almost bulge out of his head. Trembling, he had a bad feeling about this sensation. The lust and energy he sensed from his spontaneous balls' expansion seemed to spread all over his body. He was going to have it again: another growth spurt. Before he could do anything, Paul gasped as his legs bucked and lengthened once more. The back of his head and his traps pushed harder against the upper shelf, taking it off its plinths.

"S... stop!" Paul whimpered as his shoulders pressed violently against the walls of the closet, so much that he had to turn sideways a little to avoid breaking through them. And yet, he could hear, and feel, his furry shoulders cracking the wood. "I'm... I'm big enough..."

Paul passed seven feet and a half, the growth slowing only as he approached seven feet eight... stopping by seven feet ten... Two feet and a half taller than he was yesterday.

"Ughh... I'm... so... huge..." He moaned, jacking off his leaking eighteen inches cock, spurts of pre spraying through the slits on the closet door.

Paul had become so enormous that, even when bending and squatting slightly, he had to look down at the top of the frame. Thus, he couldn't see properly in the bedroom anymore. Still, he didn't hear noise in the room, so he presumed the couple had probably left. At least, he hoped so. Perhaps he should just... move out of the closet before he really gets stuck inside.

Paul pushed the door opened and whined looking at the narrow frame leading out. As much as he could, he crouched to slip through the small door when the musk of the previous sex, and the tissue-filled trash, entered his nose. Just like before, his mind grew clouded with lust and his boner suddenly started shooting pre all over in the room floor. Trembling yet again, Paul gasped in horror as his dick swelled further bigger while his ball sack plumped even larger and lower to keep up with the insane cum production. While crouching and squatting, Paul groaned as his shoulders surged higher and get stuck in the frame. Panicking, Paul pulled his gigantic form out of the shrinking entrance, snapping the wooden door off its hinges as he flared broader and stretched even taller.

Lust clouded his brain once more and the enormous werewolf monster brought both hands to his nineteen inches cock. Out of the confined room, Paul gasped and stretched his massive body until his head hit the low basement ceiling, cracking it, plaster raining down onto his furred-covered shoulders. His paws slipped on the precum puddle that flooded the front of the closet and the colossal beast fell on the bed, breaking the wooden legs of the furniture in the process. The monster grew past eight feet tall, then it passed three feet taller than his initial five-foot-four frame.

With both hands stroking a shaft that would have rivalled a two-litre bottle, Paul panted in lust, his eight-foot-and-a-half body sweating and spreading his own strong musk. He was getting close... and he was still changing, growing, approaching nine feet tall.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened and Harry walked in, only to see the massive werewolf on his broken bed, spewing precum like a fireman hose all over the place, just before the explosion of cum hit him like a tsunami.