Ty let out a loud belch after swallowing the last bite on his plate, earning a frown from Mark. Ty just smirked and shot a glance to Dustin. He patted his stomach, his thick treasure trail doing nothing to hide his cobblestone 8-pack. "That was great. Just the right high protein meal for a growing boy like me," said Ty.
"As if you need it," muttered Dustin. Mark shot him a look but also glowered at Ty's bulked up form.
Ty decided it was time to make this more fun. It wasn't enough to enjoy being huge, he really wanted to humiliate Mark and Dustin. In his head he wished that Mark had secretly been gay his whole life but would never admit it. Then Ty wished Dustin had the physical maturity to orgasm, without changing his stature. Last he wished both Mark and Dustin were very easily aroused.
As he finished, Ty noticed Mark glancing in his direction far more often, never meeting his gaze, but Ty felt Mark's eyes exploring his huge, studly body. His enormous pillow sized pectorals, wide shoulders capped with huge rippling deltoids, an immense backside with lats that forced his bulging cannonball arms to hang at an angle. The chiseled striations and throbbing vascularity obvious even under a layer of musky dark body hair.
Ty leaned back, the chair creaking for its life under his bulk, and stretched his massive arms with a deep guttural grunt. His lats flared, making his frame seem to double in size as his deep hairy pits were displayed. His alpha teen musk washed over the table. Dustin and Mark looked incredibly uncomfortable, both shifting in their seats.
Ty abruptly stood up, his full 6'9 frame packed with 465 pounds of shredded hairy muscle towering over the family. As his crotch rose above the table his bulge came into view. A terrifying immense organ pulsed as it stretched far beyond the edges of the right leg of his overstuffed boxers. 13 inches of wrist thick shaft hanging horizontal, coursing with veins even larger than the ones pumping across Ty's own biceps, and an angry looking fat mushroom head that throbbed larger than any of them could imagine, was aiming straight at Dustin.
Before anyone could react, Ty felt a wave of horniness wash over him. Biting his lower lip with a growl as the monstrous cock head fired a supersoaker stream of precum into Dustin's gaping face. Ty's hulking body shuddered as he pretended to loose control, firing twice more and soaking Dustin in his juices. "Oh Fuck! Sorry Dustin. I'm just so horny this morning." Ty rubbed the back of his thick neck to look apologetic, flexing his bicep into veiny basketball peak as he did.
"Ty that's enough. You know you're supposed to wear enough clothes to keep from making a mess like this," Mark barked, still not able to look Ty in the eye.
"Sorry Mark. These usually fit. I'm just getting so... mmm...BIG!" Ty moans as his horse cock and softball nuts finally bust apart his struggling boxers, the monstrous organ swinging freely and spraying the table with a coating of teen musclegod precum. "FUCK!" Ty moans as he grips the beastly shaft and strokes it with one arm while flexing a hulking bicep with the other. Ty licks the swollen peak as he unleashes a full load of hot cum, coating the ceiling, the family and the half full serving plate of eggs on the table.
Mark squeaks and runs from the table, a wet spot in his pants.
"Oh well, more for me." Ty grins at Dustin, still glowering even covered in gallons of cum.
Ty picks up the plate and tips it into his mouth, gobbling the eggs and his potent load with it.
Feeling his last wish kick in, Ty swelled with even more muscle, bulging larger and larger until he bumped against the 9 foot ceiling. The towering muscle god flexed as his titanic cock rose to a full 2 feet. "Mmmmm when's lunch?"