The young surfer looked down at his body as if it was an alien thing, his short hair still wet from the last time he'd been out in the waves. The sun shone down on his tanned, lean body, sculpted muscles flexing lightly under the tight-fitting wetsuit. He shook his head and looked back at James, startled by his recent expansion and deflation.
"Dude, what'd you do t' me? What's goin' on here?"
James smiled with a crooked grin and decided it would be more fun to play coy. It was still within him to command the "Play the Maker" software from afar and his God-like computer-given abilities seemed to lend him a sense of playfullness.
"I don't know what you mean, kiddo," he said, looking over the slender, short boytoy in front of him. He licked his lips slowly, noting the soft, tubular bulge running down the surfer boy's left leg. "Care t' be more specific?"
The surfer blushed a bit as he felt the continued expansion down his wetsuit's leg. It still felt as if he were getting aroused, but -still- was not getting hard. He looked from the rocky outcropping where he stood towards the waves and then back at the stranger, confused. "I...I changed; you said somethin' about me swellin' and ... and I grew... You *saw* it! You were right there!"
James put on a confused look and stole another glance as the thick, long penis in the boy's wetsuit continued to grow longer and thicker along with a twin set of bulges representing his balls just above and behind it. "I don't know what you're talkin' about, dude; I only just introduced myself to you. I'm James..."
Subtly, James flicked a few mental toggles, adjusting the surfer boy's memories and thoughts so that he still remembered the initial conversation, but -now- looked on them more as if they'd been a dream or perhaps a fantasy. It was a muddling effect that confused the boy, a feeling that was expressed plainly on his face.
"Uh, yeah, I ... I guess... I'm ... I'm Roy," he said putting out his hand to James. "I... Did you ask me about the waves? About the swell?"
The word swell, escaping his young, supple lips made James get even hornier as he looked over the young, hung surfer. He grinned and nodded, watching as the thick tube of meat continued to strain and stretch the leg of Roy's wetsuit, now reaching halfway to the boy's knee.
"Yeah; I was asking and you said it was gnarly; but that's about all..."
"You didn't ask me about myself swelling?" He sounded confused and blushed as he glanced down at his tight fitting leggings.
"Nope, but -well- if you'll forgive me f'r sayin' so, you're looking as if you're starting to swell in a few places that most dude's don't."
Roy's eyes grew wide as he felt and watched his penis straining down the leg of his suit. He could hear the stretching of the rubber and feel how tightly it caressed and squeezed his cock. Even more, his balls were showing more and more pronounced beneath the rubber at his groin. His suit was stretching tantalizingly slowly, arousing him, but -even moreso- tantalizing James. Each of the boy's balls were probably the size of small oranges or tangerines.
"Oh, god; what's happenin' to me, dude?"
"Looks like you're growin', dude; getting bigger and bigger..."
And you've got a long way to go, James thought, stepping closer to place a friendly hand on Roy's shoulder.