“Yo, Quinten!” James opened the door and greeted his guests. Quinten threw his arms around James’ neck and the two of them embraced as Quinten planted a kiss on James’ cheek. Had they pulled each other closer together, Quinten would have surely felt James’ throbbing manhood inside his shorts. However, Quinten did notice that James’ gaze quickly fell on the stranger standing next to the two of them.
Randall felt a little uncomfortable with the display of affection that Quniten and James made for each other, but mostly because he felt left out. He was not against two men hugging and kissing, and he had long suspected that Quinten was gay, but had never mentioned it. He was ok with it, but not really interested himself. Or at least, he didn’t think he was.
“Hey, so you asked me to bring a friend… this is Randall.” Quinten smiled and put his hand on Randall’s back to move him towards James for a greeting. James held out his fist and Randall gave him a fist bump.
“Nice to meet you, Randall, come inside and have a drink.” Randall and Quinten followed James into the house and through the entry hall. Both of them had to look around and admire the expensive decorations and furniture in the house. Everything was practical but also elegant.
The three boys sat down on a huge leather sectional sofa, and James opened up what looked like a coffee table, but was actually an ice chest filled wit all kinds of drinks: sodas, seltzer water, beer, single-serving wine bottles and wine coolers. Randall managed to find a sports drink, and Quinten bravely picked up a beer.
James started a conversation with Randall, hoping to get him to open up a little and tell him about his life, and his desires. Randall did not elaborate on his love life or sex life, but he was eager to talk about basketball.
James tried to be encouraging, but also thought-provoking… “I’m sure you’re good, you look like you’re in great shape!”
“Yeah, but they won’t take me in college because I’m not tall enough… plus I was hurt last year, so no one has scouted me.” Randall folded his arms and sighed.
“That sucks. Maybe I can do something to make you feel better, though…” James smiled at Randall, and when Randall gave a weak smile back, his cock began to stir once again.
“I don’t know what you can do to help…” Randall was trying to sound appreciative, but he had no idea what James might be talking about.
Quinten really didn’t know either, but he suspected that the reason that James wanted him to bring a friend was to add a player to their sexual adventures. Carnal desires that Quentin could no longer repress became obvious as he began to rub the front of his nylon shorts, inspiring his dick to expand and noticeably stretch the fabric along his shaft.
James looked at Randall with a straight face and began to execute his plan. “I am going to show you a little exercise that will help your… confidence… but I need you to go stand over in front of the TV.” As he glanced over at Quentin, he could see his previously transformed boy with his hand discreetly sliding up and down his 10” erection, still inside his shorts but prominently stretching the fabric.
Randall got up and looked over at his friend Quentin, who had stopped his gentle masturbation before he was caught, then walked over to the space in front of the TV. He looked again at Quentin, then at James, then he suddenly could not see anything at all. His eyes had clenched shut with a sudden burst of pain.
To James and Quentin, everything happened in a matter of seconds. Randall transformed in an explosive expansion that left his Air Jordans in shreds as they surrendered to his new size 16 feet. As for the rest of his clothes, he began ripping and shredding his jersey and shorts to get them off his body. They were just too tight to wear over new, huge muscles. Once he was finished with the extreme discomfort of the transformation, he looked at James. Rather, he looked *down* at James… he was now nearly six inches taller than James, and about a foot taller than Quentin.
Randall was still in disbelief, but James had made his wish come true.