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Kyle stared at the erratic note and reread the lines several times as he puttered around the apartment and picked up a few key belongings that he knew he would need such as his keys and his phone. The more he read the stranger it all seemed. Dick in a box? Bigger? The message had something to do with Alan, the impressively huge student that Kyle had run into earlier. Somehow it was related to John as well. Kyle shrugged and stuck the note into his pocket. He wasn't going to get anything done by just staring at the paper like that, and the best lead he had was waiting for him down in the parking lot.

Kyle bounded down the steps and excitedly jogged over to the car wash where he had left his date. He rounded the corner and got as far as "Did you miss m-"before slamming to a halt. His words stopped just as abruptly as the rest of him. His eyes fell upon the hulking, blond linebacker and it was as if Kyle was seeing him for the first time. He didn't remember how simply massive John was.

The linebacker was a solid wall of cock and muscle. Kyle's eyes tried desperately to soak up every square inch of exposed flesh that was displayed before him. John's pecs alone looked large enough for Kyle to curl up and sleep on. The deep trench between the two massive slabs of brawn was so deep that Kyle wouldn't be at all surprised if he could bury his entire head between them, and the more he looked the more he wanted to do just that. The massive, bulging rows of the blond's deeply trenched, eight pack abs seemed to flex of their own volition. Each individual muscle contained therein was as large as Kyle's entire head.

As Kyle's gaze dipped lower he saw the last row of abs give way to the football star's simply massive cock. The beast dwarfed Kyle in almost every way. The thing had to be at least as long as he was tall and far, far thicker around. Kyle's rock hard cock gave a lurch of approval. He felt like he could cream his shorts at any second even though his balls ached from being drained so thoroughly a few short minutes before.

"...you're huge..." Kyle murmured in a voice just above a whisper.

"yeah..." John replied with a nervous chuckle. He stared at his immense bicep as he gave it an exploratory flex. Even he gawked at the sheer size of it. Even at rest the massive muscle would have put any Mr. Universe competitor to shame, but once it bulged outward even farther the humongous muscle on his arm looked like it could put dwarf a basketball.

"Sorry... I just... I forgot how big you are." Kyle said. The look of sheer awe on his face was echoed in the tone of his voice.

"I kind of forgot too..." John replied. He sounded just as amazed as his short, slender pal. John continued to flex and then relax his bicep over and over as he watched in mute fascination. Slowly his fascination gave way to concern. "I've... I've gotten bigger..." he said quietly.

"You'll have to teach me your secret." Kyle replied brightly. Since he had no memory of John's past growths, Kyle had completely missed the nature of John's comment. "I can't seem to put on mass no matter how hard I try." Kyle added just as perkily as before.

"I'm huge..." John muttered in awe.

"You can say that again..." Kyle agreed. The humor was gone from his voice though. He could tell that something was seriously bothering the buff blond, and it was starting to eat at him too. Something was definitely wrong; he could feel it. He just wasn't sure what.

John's confusion steadily gave way to panic. "I need to stop." He muttered anxiously.

Kyle had no idea what was going on, but he could tell that the hulking blond was clearly distraught. Kyle quickly rushed over to his friend and sat down in front of him. "It's ok. Deep breaths. Tell me what's going on." Kyle said as he placed a hand on either of John's broad shoulders. Kyle could feel the linebacker trembling. Every humongous muscle in the gigantic blond's body shuddered.

John's eyes kept darting all over as he soaked in his new size. Everything was slightly bigger than before. It wasn't much, but it was enough to reawaken his previous fears. He still didn't know if it'd ever stop and with each growth he'd become more and more of a freak. He shuddered to think what would happen if he ever got to be as big as Alan... or even bigger.

"I'm a freak..." John muttered sullenly.

"You're freakin' hot more like it." Kyle quickly cut in in an attempt to console his friend, but it didn't seem to work. If anything it seemed to send John into a further panic.

"Look at me. Look. At. Me." Kyle said firmly as if he was scolding a temperamental child. John's eyes stopped darting around and stared straight into Kyle's piercing gaze. "Ok... Focus... deep breaths... just breathe..." Kyle said slowly and rhythmically. John's short, rapid breathing slowly and steadily normalized until he was taking long, slow breaths in time with Kyle's own.

"Feeling better?" Kyle asked. John nodded slowly. The huge blond was still looking distraught, but at least he was no longer hyperventilating. "Great. Now I need you to explain what is going on." Kyle said. He made sure to keep his voice as even and metered as possible in an effort to keep John relaxed.

"I'm growing... all over..." John explained. He started slowly at first, but his speech began to speed up as did his breathing. By the time he finished that one short sentence he was getting close to hyperventilating again.

"Ok... Just breathe... Growing how?" Kyle asked. Once again he kept his tone and tempo even and metered.

"Everywhere... My muscles... My... d... You know..." John muttered. He gave a slight nod downwards to indicate what it was that he tripped up on. Kyle looked down and immediately caught on. He could do nothing but gawk. Kyle was in such a rush to get to John's side and help calm the buff stud down that he hadn't even bothered to look where he was sitting. He merely got down on his knees and rested his butt in the crook of his ankles so that he'd be eye level with John, but now that he had time to take stock of his surroundings he realized that he was perched atop his pal's enormous cock. His knees and the balls of his feet were digging into the soft flesh that encased the rock hard shaft. John's rigid dick was so huge that Kyle could rest atop it as if it was a twin sized bed. John seemed to realize this as well because Kyle could feel John's entire cock shudder when they both looked down.

Things started to fall back into place for Kyle then and a look of understanding crossed his face. There was no way that this was normal. He didn't even know how he could ever think that it was, but somehow he had never questioned that John's dick could be the size of a church pew or that Alan's could be even larger. Various scenes from the past evening and even the past semester rushed into his mind. He could remember different scenarios playing out in tandem. In each one John was a different size. Kyle could even remember a time where John was still fully clothed.

"What the hell..." Kyle murmured.

"You remember?" John asked. His question sounded almost like a plea as if he was desperate for some proof that he wasn't crazy.

"Yeah... How did the happen? How did I forget?" Kyle muttered. He wasn't nearly as freaked out as John though, rather he was fascinated.

"I don't know, but this ain't the first time this has happened. Alan was explainin' it over dinner. Somehow whatever is making me grow is making me forget." John rattled on. Just seeing that Kyle not only believed him, but was also sharing his experiences helped put John's mind at ease. He was still freaked out, in no small part due to his constant growths, but at least he knew he wasn't losing his mind.

"Are you sure...?" Kyle asked cryptically. The lean, brown haired guy tilted his head to the side and furrowed his brow as if he was thinking of something.

"What do you mean? I know I'm growin', and I know I keep forgettin'. I'm not making this up!" John explained. He once again sounded like he was desperately pleading his case before a jury.

"No. I believe you..." Kyle replied, but he still seemed unsure about something. "Is it the spell that is making you grow that is also making you forget?"

"Spell...?" John replied. He was clearly taken aback. He had never been one to believe in magic, and despite all that had happened he still couldn't accept it, but what else could it have been?

"Oh. I just figured it had to be magic. I don't know of any science that could do something like this. Even the most overhyped GNC testimonial is nowhere near as big of a change as this." Kyle explained quickly in an effort to calm John's already frazzled nerves. "I mean... How do you know it's not just your own mind making you forget?"

"I don't understand..." John muttered.

"That was a bad way to explain it, huh." Kyle mused out loud. "I mean. The memories are still there, but they are hidden, right?" Kyle then glanced at John expectantly as he waited for some indication that the blond was following his thought process.

"I guess...? I never thought 'bout it like that..." John replied skeptically.

"It's just that it reminded me of something we were discussing in class." Kyle stated matter-of-factly. "One's mind will sometimes hide memories from oneself as a sort of defense mechanism." Kyle explained robotically as if he was reading directly from a textbook. "... or words to that effect." He added flippantly.

John stared uncertainly at him for a moment and eventually replied with a skeptical, "Where are ya goin' with this?"

"Ok. Hear me out. For a moment there I remembered everything. E-ve-ry-thing." Kyle explained emphatically. "I remembered you." Kyle stated. He held arms open in front of him as if presenting John as a prize on The Price is Right. "And I remembered... you." Kyle said again, this time narrowing his gesture to indicate he was referring to a less bulky version.

"Yah... That happens to me every time I remember..." John concurred.

"Every time? Does this happen often?" Kyle asked.

John shrugged. "Usually not unless something reminds me. I don't think I even noticed it until Alan pointed it out." John explained.

"Huh..." Kyle said. He furrowed his brow and rolled his eyes up as if he was contemplating something. "So you needed something to jump start your memory..."

"Is this important?" John asked. "I mean. Yeah, I know me losing my memory and all is important, but I mean is the whole jump starting thing... does it matter?" John asked expectantly. He looked down at his smaller buddy anxiously. His big, blue eyes sparkled with anticipation. He couldn't help but think that maybe this guy had the key to cracking this mystery.

"Elephino." Kyle replied with a noncommittal shrug.

"wha?" John uttered in confusion.

"Ele. Phino." Kyle stated. He even went so far as to throw in a little karate chop maneuver with each segmented two-syllable pair to emphasize the chunks as if it would somehow make his meaning any clearer. "Elephino...? Hell if I know?" Kyle added and waited for some indication that John had gotten the joke. John merely stared at him. The blond's mouth hung open and left eyebrow arced slightly as he waited for some rational explanation.

"No? Nothing? Whaddya get if you cross an elephant with a rhinoceros?" Kyle asked expectantly.

John replied with a mumbled, slurred, "I'unno" which was more of a grunt from the back of his throat than an actual word.

Kyle sighed dejected. "Muppets? Pepe Le Prawn?"

"Muppets... That's that frog thing, right?" John replied uncertainly.

"You did not just refer to Sir Kermit the Frog, patron saint of comedy, as 'that frog thing' in my presence." Kyle announced in a sassy tone of mock indignation.

John hunched down a bit and tried to flash an apologetic smirk. "...we didn't really... get TV out home..." John muttered sullenly.

"Relax. I'm just messing with ya." Kyle replied with a chuckle. "That's it. We are going to get you some cultural education. I've got the whole series on Blu-Ray up in my apartment. We are going to go up there, and we are going to watch it. All of it. Even that short lived Muppets Tonight shit, and you will like it." Kyle decreed dramatically.

"Will I fit?" John asked. His tone was an odd mix of excitement and trepidation. A quiet night in did sound like a lot of fun, but for as long as he could remember he had had trouble navigating tight places especially doorways.

Kyle shrugged. "It's a wide stairway, and I live on the outer edge. The doorway's a little narrow, but I think you'll still be able to squeeze through. If nothing else we can take it back to your place." Kyle explained as if John's size was the most normal thing in the world.

"That would work." John replied. "... but what were you saying about our memories?"

"Oh, right." Kyle replied as he casually shifted topics. His expression soon changed. His brow furrowed and his lips pursed as he tried to remember what they were talking about. His expression steadily relaxed and his eyes got wide as his memory returned. "... oh right..."

Kyle sat there in muted shock for a moment as the conflicting memories raced through his mind. "Woah..." he said in awe. "That's a hell of a thing..."

"Yah... you can say that again..." John concurred with an irritable grumble. "I just wish I could figure out why my memories are so messed up and how to stop it."

"You seem to have an easier time remembering than I do." Kyle replied as he mulled it over for a moment.

John gave a dejected shrug. "Maybe it's because I have more practice." He muttered sullenly.

Kyle suddenly perked up. "That might be it!" He replied brightly. John cocked an eyebrow but waited silently for his brown haired bud to continue. "Ok. Hear me out. You said you didn't even notice until Alan mentioned it, and then I didn't notice until you mentioned it. So the memories are there, they are just getting buried."

"You mentioned something like that already. You called it a defense mechanism?" John asked.

"I honestly don't even know. It's just something we were talking in psyche class. I uh... I slept through most of that lecture to be honest." Kyle explained with a nervous chuckle. "But what I was thinking was... you know how everything changes, right? I mean. I remember a lot of things other than just your appearance that changed. Like... they put in a new set of dorms for the big guys like you and Alan. Those totally exist, right?"

John had to think about it for a moment. He had not been home since he had really hulked out, but the more he thought about it the more he remembered that he had a new place on the ground floor. The stairs and elevators were not designed for someone of his sheer mass, and he tended to make a bit of a mess when he emptied his nuts... which given his enhanced libido was quite often...

"Yeah... that's true..." John softly replied as he searched his memories.

"And that big goofy ball pen. The big bumper cage dealie for your junk." Kyle rattled on. He made big, exaggerated hand gestures as he tried to describe the apparatus he was thinking of, although given John's size, especially in regards to his balls, the gestures weren't really exaggerated at all.

"The cowcatcher..." John chimed in. He winced internally at the mere mention of the ridiculous device. It still annoyed him that that nickname had begun to be attributed to him as well.

"Yes! That! That's a real thing, too. So it's like the whole world adapted to fit your new body. Like everything." Kyle rattled on excitedly.

"It's more than that..." John muttered nervously. "My whole past has changed... I have new memories for growin' up, and I c'n only assume those are all just as real. I betcha if I went back to my old middle school I could even find that big 'ol desk that I had to use on account of me not fittin' in the others..."

"Exactly." Kyle chimed in. John was shocked by the sudden outburst, but listened intently to what his new friend had to say.

"So get this. It's just a theory and all, but what if your brain and all that updates just like your body and your past? I mean, everything you used to remember is no longer real, right?" Kyle excitedly explained.

"I'm not sure I follow. Not real? I lived all of it!" John replied. He was usually pretty good about keeping his tempter, and in fact very little every really got him angry, but he was getting positively indignant at the mere mention that his life was something other than real.

"Woah, woah. No. No. I mean. I know that. I was just saying, as far as your brain is concerned it never happened." Kyle tried to explain nervously. "I mean. Like say it was a dream- I'm not saying it was a dream!" Kyle quickly corrected himself upon seeing John once again tense up.

Kyle took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves and clear his head. "All I am sayin is, if your brain updated itself to match the rest of your body, then the past you grew up with can't be the real thing as far as it's concerned, ya feel?" Kyle explained apologetically.

"I'm... not sure?" John replied skeptically.

"So look. Your body has always been big... in the current reality anyway, ya?" Kyle tried to explain.

"Ok...?" John replied uncertainly.

"So you're mental processes are like, 'nah man. That ain't me.' and sloughs those past memories into the discard pile." Kyle explained.

"What about that defense mechanism thing you mentioned?" John asked.

"I guess to keep the mind from flipping its shit? I mean, how much would it fuck you up to have several alternate realities worth of memories jangling around in that noggin of yours?" Kyle explained. He then shrugged dismissively and kept talking. "Honestly, I'm just talkin out my ass here. Throwing ideas around to see what sticks. You gotta admit, it makes some sense. I mean, the memories are there, but they aren't there there. It's like. When you wake up from a dream you're all, man that was a total badass dream. I kicked the shit out of those dragons and rescued the prince and we were gonna make out, but then I woke up and now what was I talking about?"

"Uh... was that you trying to show what happens when you wake from a dream or did you really just lose your train of thought?" John asked skeptically.

Kyle responded with a halfhearted "eh" and held out his flattened palm and wobbled it back and forth to indicate that it could go either way.

"But as I was saying." Kyle continued. "Say that the memories get chucked into the junk memory bin. You know. They get tossed in with all the dreams and stuff. That could explain why you remember them a bit better. I mean. There's ways to train your mind to remember your dreams and stuff." Kyle rattled on his explanation.

"Like your dream diary!" John chimed in excitedly.

"Yes! Like my dre- wait. Who said I have a dream diary? I mean. Not that I'm ashamed of it or anything. I have really awesome dreams. I bet if I fleshed out some of my notes I could get sell it as a screenplay, and .... Oooooohhhhh." Kyle's eyes went wide as he remembered something that he had forgotten, but this current memory lapse had nothing to do with the ever changing nature of reality. Kyle reached into his pocket and pulled out the calculus page with the bizarre, garbled message scrawled onto it. "My dream diary." Kyle announced as he held forth the page.

"Yeah. Read this because it makes no damn sense to me." Kyle said as he all but shoved the page in John's face.

John furrowed his brow and looked over the page. His lips moved as he silently recited the words that he was seeing on the page. "Huh... dick statue plus box..." John mused out loud. "Wait... I did have a statue like that!"

"Oh?" Kyle chimed in excitedly. "Where is it?"

"I had it with me at dinner. It was... in my pocket..." John said. His face lit up like a kid's on Christmas, but his demeanor soon dimmed again. "Back when I still had pockets..." he added sullenly.

"Which would mean it is at the restaurant." Kyle stated matter-of-factly.

"Why there?" John asked.

"Eleph... er... I dunno. I just figured if you had it in your pockets then it'd be in the last place you... uh... had pockets" Kyle explained uncertainly. "I mean. That was really hot honestly. I mean... Wow." Kyle muttered. His face flushed red as he recalled watching John burst from his clothes like The Incredible Hulk, only the linebacker's jeans were much less resilient than the green skinned gamma-monster's.

"Oh no..." John murmured. Hit face went pale as he thought of what might have happened to the statue during the course of the evening. "We have to go back!"

"Relax. I got an ace in the hole." Kyle responded casually. He flashed John a smug smirk and whipped out his cell phone. A quick scroll through his contacts list and another quick double tap was all it took to dial one of his friends.

After a moment of awkward silence, Kyle perked up and began to speak to the person on the other end. "Hay gurlfran!" He said perkily.

John couldn't hear the other side of the conversation, but he got the impression that it was someone that Kyle was extremely comfortable with. The lean, brown haired college freshman began to pace around the makeshift carwash as he swapped gossip with the girl on the other end.

"So I need a favor." Kyle said abruptly. "What do you mean I already owe you one? I got you together with Brad!" He said indignantly.

"It's not my fault it only lasted two days. That one's on you." Kyle retorted. After another pause he grumbled in annoyance. "Look. This is a super easy, super teensy, super small favor, ok?"

Kyle rolled his eyes as he waited for the person on the other end to finish talking. "Yeah. So there's this thing I think was left at the restaurant tonight. Did you find anything unusual while cleaning up?"

"What do you mean 'unusual how'? How many weird items did you find tonight? ...that many?" Kyle gave a short whistle of genuine surprise. "Well, ok. I'm looking for a dick."

Kyle gritted his teeth as he waited for the speaker on the other end to stop talking. "I do not need to go clubbing again. I have you know I am on a date right now." Kyle replied defiantly.

"Yeah. You know John? The linebacker? I'm with him now." Kyle stated.

"I get to see him naaaa-keeeed." Kyle replied in a sing-song voice. John's face turned a few shades redder upon hearing this part.

"What? I know everyone has seen him naked, but I get to see him... naked" Kyle explained. His voice took on a deeper, sexier growl for the very last word which made John's face turn even redder and his dick get even harder.

"I just need it ok, and it's not a dildo. It's a statue. It's made out of... wood?" Kyle said. He shot John a pleading glance to indicate that the buff blond should give him some indication as to whether or not he was on the right track. John shook his head no.

"Metal...?" Kyle said uncertainly. Again John shook his head.

"It's made of rock!" Kyle said triumphantly. John nodded in agreement at this, but then again, Kyle was pretty much out of materials to make a statue out of.

"You did find one? Great. What do you mean what color is it? Why do I have to prove what color it is? How many frickin' dildos did you find tonight?" Kyle replied indignantly, but he was quickly quieted. He stood there for a minute and cocked an eyebrow as he listened. "... that many?"

"Still. It's not a dildo. It's stone. It wouldn't even work for that... I don't think so anyway." Kyle shot John another pleading glance. John merely turned red again and averted his gaze. Kyle had to take a moment to stop himself from chuckling. After a moment the two of them had regained their composure. Kyle then returned to his telephone conversation, but not before shooting John a sly wink which caused the blond to begun blushing all over again.

"It's... blue?" Kyle said uncertainly and looked to John for feedback. John shook his head.

"Ok, black." Kyle said. This time John furrowed his brow like he was contemplating something.

"So not quite black. More like grey?" Kyle said. John furrowed his brow again, but then slowly began to nod.

"It's a darkish grey." Kyle stated triumphantly. "Oh? You have one?" Kyle replied perkily, but his mood quickly soured. He held the phone away from his ear and glared menacingly at the Facebook photo of his friend that currently adorned the screen.

He then put the phone back up to his ear and continued his conversation. "I KNEW it was the only one. You did this just to fuck with me didn't you?" Kyle grumbled into the phone.

"Yeah yeah. I'll pick it up soon. Tonight. I promise. You get off at what, eleven?"

Kyle held his phone away from his ear again and checked the time. "Huh. It's later than I thought." He mused out loud before putting the phone back up to his ear.

"Yeah. I'll be there by then. See ya in a few. Yeah. I tolerate you two. K bye." Kyle recited in a snarky and robotic way that only works when the two speakers are really good friends. He then slipped his phone back into his pocket and looked back up at John.

"Ready to make the trip?" Kyle said perkily.

John looked uncertain. "I don't know if I'm feeling it..." The huge, blond said uncertainly.

Kyle shrugged. "Still a little rattled, huh?" He asked.

John didn't say anything but nodded sullenly. Kyle put a hand reassuringly on his friend's shoulder and said, "Look. It's cool. Let's get ya back up to my place. You can relax, watch some TV, and I'll be back once I get the stuff. Sound good?"

"If that's ok with you." John replied politely.

"It's more than OK!" Kyle replied happily. "I can't imagine anything better than coming home to someone like you." He added cheesily as he reached out a hand to help John get back to his feet.