Doug opened up the door, and a strange man stood on the doorstep. Doug himself wasn't that tall, but this man made him feel huge. The man's posture was bent, almost crouched, making him look like he was 5 feet tall or so, but Doug thought that even if he stood up straight, the man wouldn't have topped 5'4". "Can I help you?" Doug said, as the man stood there, passively. Behind him were several bags and suitcases. "Are you hear for Scott?" Doug asked, as the man stood there, head down.
Doug looked at the man, up and down, and noticed the straps of leather underneath his collared shirt. Finally, it clicked. "Uhh, Scott?" Doug called out, and he heard the loud footsteps.
"What is it, Doug?" Scott rumbles, the thick cigar smoke cascades from his mouth. Doug continued watching the strange man and smiled as he saw the sudden change as Scott approached. The man crouched slightly lower, his head cocked slightly. If he had been a dog, the man would have his belly exposed, tail wagging, looking up at his master. 'Master' Doug thought, as he remembered another photo.
Doug leaned in and spotted the tag on the studded leather collar. "Scraps, property of Master Scott" it read in thick stocky letters. "Uhh, Scott, I think he's yours." Doug said, as the small man looked up at Scott, fawningly.
"Well get in, then, and get the stuff" Scott said, turning his back. The man snapped up straight and began working, bringing the suitcases and bags into the house.
Doug watched as the strange man went straight to Scott's room and began unloading the stuff. Sex toys, clothes, chains, tons of things that didn't match the old Scott are unpacked and put away in all the closet space available. Scraps, as the strange man's tag named him, was quick and efficient, bringing in all the bags and unpacking them in less that a quarter hour. Finally, Scraps brought in what looked like a doggy bed with a small bowl. He set it on the far side of the bed Scott slept in.
Scott came in and said, "Good boy, now rest" in a voice that was so unlike any Doug had heard from his friend. It was so masculine, so commanding, that Doug himself wanted to go lie down. Scraps immediately assumed a curled position in the bed, and soft snores could be heard momentarily after. "Now, where were we?" Scott asked, turning to look down at Doug. The cigar was nearly half-way smoked, and the thick ash hung off it in a solid clump. Scott picked up a crystal cigar ashtray and tapped the cigar into it.
"Uhh, why don't I show you?" Doug said, moving into the computer office. The computer was still powered up with the program running. Scott's picture stood out, rotating slowly. Scott's hand slowly reach down, groping for his manhood. The boxers barely contained the massive cock that lay coiled up.
"how..how big.." Scott stutters as he looks at the giant endowment.
"15 inches.. flaccid.. oh, and you're un-cut now" Doug smiled, as Scott looked in amazement.
"That's not possible. I mean, I can't be that big, it'd kill any erection I had!"
"Not with this." Doug chuckled, and he began typing. "Let me show you" Doug said, and his finger hit enter.
Scott felt something stir within him, as his cock started to thicken. The massive wood started to grow, getting heavier, longer, stretching his poor boxers. Quickly, Scott pulls off his boxers, grabbing hold of the massive trouser snake that pokes out ominously from his crotch. Scott holds onto it with both hands, and even Doug is shocked at how much is left sticking out from the hands. Thick dick cheese coats the massive golf-ball sized head, as new pre-cum starts oozing out in a thick stream. Cigar smoke pours out continuously as Scott puffs hard on the cigar.
Doug reaches over and begins helping to stimulate his friend. Thick gobs of pre-cum spatter on Doug's beard as Scott grows more aroused, now with four hands on his cock. Balls the size of over-stuffed baseballs jiggle up and down, slapping against the thick hairy thighs. "Fuck" Scott grunts as his cigar grows smaller as he sucks the life out of it. Doug places his mouth around the grimy cock, sucking on the thick cum that's spewing out. It's salty and has a thick aftertaste of tobacco, which isn't surprising given how much Doug had made Scott love smoking.
Thick cum now mats Doug's beard as Scott starts to shoot. This massive load sprays out of the giant cock, thick, heavy jets of cum spraying against the back of Doug's throat, then down his chest, on his head. Scott keeps shooting, pumping out pint after pint of man seed. It drips in thick gobs off Doug, when finally, Scott's hard-on starts to soften. "Holy crap, Doug" Scott sighs, as his massive endowment shrinks to its 15" flaccid length.
Doug smiles as he wipes off the massive gunk from his mouth, swallowing all he could. His stomach is slightly bowed out from the load he did manage to swallow. "Guess you could give Peter North a run for his money." Doug chuckles, while Scott picks the remnants of his cigar out of his mouth.
"I guess" He says, absentmindedly, as he grabs another large cigar out of a pocket and lights it up. Fresh cigar smoke mixes with the overwhelming odor of cum, as Scott looks over the computer. "Mind if I give it a whirl?" Scott asks, his cigar sitting jauntily in his jaw. Doug gets up, and lets the big man sit in the chair. It groans underneath, which makes Scott smile. "Gotta get used to being this size" he chuckles, slapping the large gut that now bumps up against the desk.
Doug takes the time to re-pack his own pipe. As he grabs the pipe tobacco, Doug felt a tremor in his body. "Scott?" Doug asks, as he begins to watch the world change. It slowly begins to rise up wards, growing taller. His clothes begin to get tighter, and Doug looks down, watching his body gain muscle. More surprising, the thick beard that grows from his chin grows darker and thicker, spreading out in a dense curtain. Doug glances up and see his face regressing. Wrinkles of old age disappear as the skin tightens. His eyes grow sharp once more, and his glasses disappear. The piercings in his body remain, but all the tattoos fade, as the muscle stretches the flesh out. Doug begins to feel his own manhood slowly grow, in girth, as his balls drop a bit more. The pipe in his mouth flares up, as thick sweet smoke perfumes the room. Suddenly Doug is able to move again, and he looks at himself in the mirror. "Scott?" He asks, in a slightly higher pitched voice. "What did you.." Doug starts.
Scott stands up, and Doug has to look UP now to see his friend. "Thought you might enjoy a different perspective. How's it feel being now 5'7" tall?" Scott asks, as he rubbed his friends shoulder.
Doug looks up, now chin high on his friend. "It's a bit odd, I'll grant you" Doug says, as he check his body out. Scott flips on a light, and Doug is able to see just how young he is. "Scott, I'm around 30, aren't I?" Doug asks, as he rubs the thick pecs that stick out over a tight cobbled abdomen. "But damn, I'm built"
"Yeah, you're now 30 years old, and a junior league bodybuilder to boot. Your tatts I took away for now, but left all those piercings. Heck I even upgraded a few" Scott say, as Doug feels the hefty weight on his nipples. "Yeah, 0 gauge nipple rings."
Doug looks back at his reflection and stares at his new hair. An inch thick Mohawk has grown on his head. It's nearly 2 inches across and travels from his hairline back to the base of his skull. It's tied in small spikes, each one dyed a different color of the bear flag. More eye-catching are the tribal tattoos that decorate the sides of Doug's skull. They fill the space between the hair and Doug's ears and sideburns. Doug reaches up to touch them, and gasps, as he finds no stubble, no evidence that hair grows on the side of his skull.
"How do you like it?" Scott asks, as he puff contentedly on his thick cigar.
Doug starts to answer, as a phone rings. The brightly colored lights of the phone glitters as it shatters the silence in the room. Doug picks up the phone. "Hello?" He says.