Chapter 1

The new app appeared on his iPhone after the latest iOS upgrade. Zayd didn’t notice it at first and only spotted it a few days later when he was searching through the extras section.

“You 2.0,” he read, intrigued. He clicked on the little red icon. A blank box filled the screen with the caption, ‘Take a selfie to begin designing your avatar. (Make sure to give You 2.0 permission to access your camera and other personal details in Settings.)’ Without thinking, Zayd did so.

His camera came on and his face was reflected back at him on the screen. He blinked and grimaced with distaste at his round cheeks, big nose and hairy eyebrows. The only thing he liked about his face was the hint of black stubble on his chin and his lion-yellow eyes. Not wanting to waste time looking at himself, he pressed the button and took the picture. The next instant a surprisingly lifelike avatar appeared in the app, wearing his exact features.

“Weird,” he breathed, peering closer at his phone. When his avatar smiled back and waved, he nearly dropped it in his lap. He picked it up again almost immediately, chiding himself for being so jumpy. This was the world of technology; anything was possible!

From there, it was a simple matter of setting the right height and weight and other physical attributes. Soon, he had picked out a wardrobe that matched his own and was designing a bedroom for his avatar to live in. He decided to hew reasonably closely to reality, only making himself slightly taller and beefier than in real life.

When he was finished, he regarded his virtual self with appreciation. The pixelated Zayd looked so happy and relaxed in his bedroom, perched on the bed and blinking back at his real self with a contented smile. It was here that Zayd became aware of one big difference between his avatar and himself: He was not in the least content with his life. He hated just about everything about himself and wished fervently that it really was just a matter of pressing a few buttons to completely rewrite his existence. If that were possible, he wouldn’t hesitate to change just about everything about himself.

Well, if he couldn’t change his real life, at least he could take control of his virtual one…

To illustrate this point, he changed the color of the walls of the bedroom from dull grey to sky blue and added a carpet on the bare, wood floor. Then, on a whim, he changed his avatar’s shirt to a tank top. The virtual Zayd’s smile widened when he looked down at himself. He flexed, showing off his guns.

Zayd shifted on his bed, an unfamiliar feeling washing over him. It was only later he identified it as the first taste of intoxicating power. He could do whatever he wanted to his avatar! Grinning mischievously, he clicked on his avatar’s jeans and selected ‘Remove’ from the list of options. Underneath, his avatar was wearing a pair of blue boxers that matched Zayd’s own. He selected the boxers and swiped left to take them off. ‘Warning!’ a message popped on the screen, ‘Must be 18 years or older to proceed. Adult options are in beta. Results may vary.’ Without hesitation, he clicked through the disclaimer and lied about his age. He was almost eighteen, after all! 

Frustratingly, another message appeared: ‘To proceed, remove all of your clothing and take a front- and back-facing selfie. Quick tip: Use a mirror to capture your behind.’

Zayd shrugged. He already had several naked pictures of himself on his phone (what teenager didn’t?) and it was a simple matter of uploading them to the app. He clicked the save button and  his avatar’s boxers instantly disappeared. Pixel Zayd blushed and covered his crotch while the real Zayd’s breathing grew labored. He dragged his finger across the screen, making his avatar stand up and drop his hands.

Avatar Zayd’s face went scarlet as he looked down at his naked crotch. His little circumcised penis and tiny tuft of black pubic hair were exposed to Zayd’s prying eyes. The avatar looked up pleadingly but Zayd wasn’t about to stop now.

He used his fingers to zoom in the avatar’s bare crotch, enlarging everything to near life size, and then, trembling with excitement, clicked on the slider labeled, ‘Enlarge,’ and gave his avatara a truly man-sized schlong. He didn’t stop until he was at least eight inches flaccid.

Panning out, he examined the results critically before zooming in again and selecting the little guy’s balls, grinning with satisfaction when he enlarged them to an appropriately hefty size. When he zoomed back out, he was both proud and envious of his handiwork. His avatar now sported a big cock and a low-hanging pair of man balls.

Avatar Zayd glanced down at himself and then back up at the real Zayd, face slowly breaking into a wide grin. But he didn’t stop there! He reached down and started jacking his newly enlarged cock.

“Ew, gross!” Zayd shouted at his phone, desperately trying to make his avatar stop but nothing he did made any difference. The little guy (with the man-sized equipment) kept pleasuring himself. When he lifted his chin and stuck his tongue out of his mouth, a tinny moan emanating from the iPhone’s speaker, Zayd wanted to barf…

…barf and…

…and…

…and he wanted to jack off, too. He couldn’t help it! It was too fucking cool seeing himself with the huge dick he’d always wanted. In a second, he’d slipped his jeans off and pulled down his boxers to grab his rock-hard (but sadly much smaller) cock in his hand. Eyes glued to his avatar’s massive junk, he jacked himself to a furious climax, spewing cum across the screen as he imagined what it would feel like to have a cock that huge. It was almost like he was feeling his avatar’s ten-incher rather than the pathetic four-incher in his hand.

When his boy-sized erection was slimy and soft in his hand, he came back to himself and noticed that You 2.0 app had closed on his phone. He tried to open it again but nothing happened. Finally, a message appeared informing him that it was bedtime and his avatar needed to rest. 

***

“Yo, Zayd,” his pal, Brennan Parrish, called out the next day at school. “What up? Ya look different.”

Zayd swaggered up to his locker, backpack slung casually over his shoulder and the biggest grin on his face. He was conscious of how wide his stance was now that his cock and balls had grown to be truly man-sized. Fuck, it was more than his stance! Everything about his life had changed that morning when he woke up and discovered that the alterations he’d made to the avatar on his phone had become real in his life, right down to the blue walls of his bedroom, the Persian rug on his floor, tank top on his beefier torso and his taller and more muscular body. But most especially, he was grateful for the biggest change of them all: His greatly enlarged cock and balls.

He didn’t question the impossibility of this miracle or worry about the alarming implications. 

Care? Fuck, no!

He wasn’t about to look a gift cock in the hose!

Zayd Suleiman had finally arrived!

“C’mon, bro!” Brennan pleaded. “Tell me what happened! Did you finally get laid?”  When Zayd didn’t respond, he took it as an affirmation and laughed, exclaiming, “Well, fuck! It’s ‘bout time! I can’t believe it! My little bro finally got some pussy! So, who’s the lucky lady…or, um, lucky guy?” He paused and looked off to the side, musing, “Although, I guess if it’s a guy, that would be some bussy…”

“Shut up, dude,” Zayd said, shoving Brennan’s arm off his shoulder. “I didn’t get laid. I’m just…” his voice trailed off as he searched for the right words, finally settling on, “happy, that’s all. It feels good to be alive.”

Brennan’s eyes narrowed. “Uh, huh,” he muttered skeptically. “There’s sumthin’ yer not tellin’ me.” Crossing his arms, he demanded, “Out with it! Tell me what’s goin’ on!”

“Brennan, there’s nuthin’ goin’ on, I swear!” Zayd protested, frantically trying to think of something to throw his friend off his trail. Finally, a light went on in his head. Lowering his voice, he revealed, “Other than the fact I aced my SAT. I found out that I got a 1450!”

Brennan swallowed the lie. It was funny to watch his face go blank and his mouth fall open.  After a long time, he managed to breathe, “Whoa! Guess this means ya won’t have no trouble gettin’ into Middlebury then.”

The envy was so raw in his buddy’s voice that Zayd almost felt bad but then he reached down and repositioned his hulking cock in his too-tight boxers and any hint of remorse disappeared. “I hope so, bro!” he said, patting his big friend on the shoulder. “I hope so!”

***

Swim practice was a dream come true for Zayd. For years, he had fantasized about walking into the locker room and nonchalantly stripping out of his clothes, letting his long cock swing proud and free between his legs and lapping up the shock and envy of his teammates as they witnessed his male superiority.

Today, that fantasy came true.

And it was even better than he’d imagined.

A palpable quiet radiated outward from the epicenter of his bench as he hung his shirt up on the hooks inside his locker and then straightened, squaring his shoulders and unbuckling his belt. When he shucked his jeans and pulled down his boxers, letting his incredibly girthy and long manhood tumble out, the guys on either side of him froze. He pretended to ignore them, casually stepping out of his boxers and standing there naked for a long time while he scrolled through Instagram on his phone. 

He was in no hurry to get into his Speedo and yawned, dropping a hand to scratch his dangling balls. He made a point of not looking around but he could tell from his peripheral vision that the guys nearest to him were staring. When he rummaged around in his bag and pulled out his swimsuit, bending over and stepping into it, he made an exaggerated show of stuffing his thick cock and bull balls into the tiny pouch. The resulting bulge cemented his newfound position as hung stud and he lapped up the covert attention from his peers.

Everyone abruptly went back to the business of changing when he looked around and he suppressed a chuckle. No one needed to say anything; he could practically read the minds of teammates. They were all thinking the same thing: How the fuck did Zayd Suleiman’s baby dick grow into a sinuous anaconda over night?

***

Walking out onto the pool deck was almost as deliriously satisfying as getting naked in the locker room. The coach called everyone over and Zayd strolled up and crossed his arms, waiting to hear the lesson plan for the day. He couldn’t help leaning back on one leg and thrusting his crotch forward slightly. The kid next to him, Alvin, abruptly looked up at the ceiling. Zayd smirked when he saw many of the guys were unconsciously covering their (much more insignificant) crotches with their towels, shoulders slumped and eyes downcast.

This is so fuckin’ cool! he thought, standing up straight and tall. I knew having a big dick would change my life!

Unfortunately for Zayd, he didn’t get long to savor his victory. His elation evaporated a minute later when his nemesis, Yotav Gottlieb, emerged from the locker room. The big jock stepped out onto the pool deck and looked around. Seeing his teammates clustered around the coach,  he threw his towel over his shoulder and padded over to join them. 

Zayd grimaced in distaste when Yotav came to stand next to him. The jock’s arrogant attitude practically oozed off of him as he folded his arms and pretended to listen attentively. Zayd wasn’t fooled. He knew that Yotav had chosen to stand next to him to draw attention to his superior height and muscles. 

The big guy loved to remind everyone that they were nothing compared to him. Unnaturally developed for a seventeen year old, he sported a full beard and more body hair than anyone else on the team combined. (Unlike the others, he refused to shave his legs and chest.) And, at six and half feet tall, he was taller even than the coach. As if this wasn’t bad enough, he was by far the fastest member of the team. Possessing a ripped physique with bigger muscles than should be possible on such a fast swimmer, he led the conference that season in medals. Since his arrival from Israel a year ago, he had almost single handedly propelled the team into first place.

Even worse for poor Zayd, Yotav was hung like a fucking horse.

A quick glance confirmed it.

Yotav’s package strained against his tiny blue and white Speedo, threatening to burst it wide open.

Zayd’s mouth tightened.

Yotav’s bulge was even bigger than his own.

His good mood had been annihilated without Yotav even having uttered a word. He scowled and looked away.

He fucking hated Yotav Gottlieb!

***

That night, Zayd couldn’t wait to get into the privacy of his bedroom and open up the You 2.0 app again. Tossing his backpack on the floor, he flopped down on the bed and pulled out his iPhone, impatiently waiting for the app to load. When his avatar appeared on the screen still naked from the waist down and sporting an obvious erection, he was both relieved and a little taken aback. The little guy winked and commenced jacking his long, fat cock, throwing back his head and widening his stance. Soon, he was moaning as his bull balls slapped loudly against his little taint.

Zayd was scandalized when he realized he could see the dude’s butt cheeks between his spread legs and he nearly threw down the phone.

“What the fuck?!” he shouted at the virtual representation of himself on the screen. “Stop it!”

He might as well have been shouting into the void for all the effect it had. Pixel Zayd continued to jack himself, leaning even further backward and spreading his legs wider.

This was too much!

He furiously tried to close the app but swiping his finger across the screen did nothing. Likewise when he tried to do a double-tap and perform a forced close. Nothing he did had any effect. Pixel Zayd’s frantic jacking increased and his joyful bellows of impending orgasm echoed through the speakers.

Zayd willed himself to put down the phone or at least look away.

But he couldn’t.

Why, you ask?

Because he was also jacking his cock furiously, collapsed back on his heels and spreading his legs wide. His giant balls were slapping almost painfully against his swollen taint and he could feel his tight, virgin butthole clenching and unclenching in tandem with his avatar’s.

It was the worst/best experience of his young life.

He finally exploded in a volcanic orgasm that drenched his hair, face, chest and phone with cum. Sagging back on his heels, he sighed with relief and struggled to catch his breath. For reasons he couldn’t explain, he felt compelled to wipe the cum of his phone and check in on his avatar. With shaking hands, he lifted the screen and looked down to find that, much like himself, Pixel Zayd was breathing heavily and sweat was pouring off of his naked body. The little guy was suffused with such a radiant glow that Zayd was momentarily right there with him. Feeling his cock and balls spasm and the cum dripping off of him, he realized he’d never felt so good and all he could think about it was doing it again…with his new best bud, Pixel Zayd.

But first, there was something he needed to do.

***

Chapter 2

Brennan was dumbstruck when Zayd sauntered up to his locker the next morning at school. He looked up at him with wide eyes, mouth falling open. Zayd grinned and ran a hand through his hair, savoring the feel of his super-tight haircut and the way his thick beard clung pleasingly to his cheeks. He glanced down and proudly noted that his stylish clothes accentuated his lean, ripped physique. He would never admit it but this was all thanks to the marvelous You 2.0 app.

Brennan couldn’t stop ogling him. “Dude…fuck! What happened to ya? Hit a sudden growth spurt er sumthin’?”

Zayd smirked, shrugging his much broader shoulders. “Yeah, you could say that, I guess.”

“I can’t bah-lieve it!” Brennan sputtered. “Yer like, what? A foot taller?”

“Nah, dude!” Zayd said, laughing in his pleasantly deeper voice. “Yer imaginin’ things! I measured myself this morning and I’m only a inch taller.”

“Riiiiiight.” Brennan looked him up and down appraisingly. Zayd may have imagined it but he thought his friend’s eyes widened when his gaze landed on the outline of the sleeping giant snaking down his pant leg. 

Zayd had enlarged his avatar’s equipment to porn-star proportions the night before, stopping only when the little dude begged him to. Once he was certain his appendage surpassed Yotav’s massive member, he focused on increasing his other proportions. It was an easy matter to raise Pixel Zayd’s height to the equivalent of six foot four. He then doubled his muscle mass and lowered his body fat. The final touch was adding a copious amount of body hair to his chest, pubes, and legs…along with a full, black beard. When he was finished with Pixel Zayd, the little guy had morphed into a muscle god with a horse cock swaying between his furry thighs. 

Zayd had given a little whoop of delight when his avatar flexed, proudly displaying his big muscles and cock. The little, buff stud winked back at him and the two buddies shared a virtual fist bump before jacking off together, spewing wads of cum far and wide.

He had barely slept that night, waking up several times to check his progress. When he awoke in the morning to find his body now mirrored his pixel self down to every detail, he’d nearly bust a nut without even touching his new, beautiful donkey dick.

His mother was already at work and his father was too sleepy to take note of his son’s miraculous transformation but he was unable to evade notice when he arrived at school. The security officer had balked when she looked at the picture on his ID, refusing to believe he was the same person. Fortunately, a quick trip to the nurse’s office cleared up the confusion and he’d been released to attend classes. The only caveat was the school sent notice to his parents requiring a note from his doctor attesting to his health. Zayd didn’t give a fuck. No price was too big to pay for having the body of his dreams!

He drifted through the school day in a delirious haze. It was almost inconceivable how much happier he was now that he was a total fucking stud. The constant pressure and heft of his super-sized male equipment was a reminder of how much his status had changed. He walked with a pronounced swagger, thrusting his tumescent crotch forward and throwing his hulking shoulders back. Instantly, he rocketed to the top of the social hierarchy and found himself in the rarified company of the most popular kids in school. Shit, not only was he welcomed into the elite, he was the new alpha!

There were, of course, detractors. Some of his classmates couldn’t get over the speed of his transformation and questioned his methods. They accused him of taking steroids or other drugs. One nerd even claimed he’d had plastic surgery. He smirked at their outrageous claims, telling them that he’d spent months working out at the gym and they simply hadn’t been paying attention. In the end, it didn’t matter if they believed him; he was now a god among men and nothing was going to change that.

***

Swim practice was the capstone to a perfect day.

He strolled into the locker room and smiled to himself as the room fell silent. He pretended not to notice and chatted with some of the guys, acting for all the world like it was just another day of practice. The atmosphere grew palpably breathless as he stripped out of his clothes. All eyes were surreptitiously glued to his crotch when he slid his boxers down his beefy thighs, revealing inch after inch after inch of his pride and joy. When he was completely naked, he turned slightly and was rewarded with the envious stares of teammates. He couldn’t blame them! Having a monster cock was the best thing in the world!

As satisfied as he was with the reactions of his team, he really only cared about one person: Yotav Gottlieb. A cursory glance around the room confirmed that the jock wasn’t present and he felt a momentary stab of concern before he remembered that Yotav always arrived to practice late due to his AP Physics class. He shrugged and went back to the chore of stuffing his sausage and potatoes into the beleaguered pouch of his Speedo, smirking with pride at the result: His package was stretching the flimsy blue and white fabric to near transparency.

Coach Zimmer flushed and stared fixedly down at his clipboard when Zayd joined the team huddle. Zayd barely listened to the workout because he was so focused on Yotav’s arrival. Finally, when the coach was almost finished, the Israeli jock sauntered out of the locker room, exuding his habitual air of studied indifference. Zayd watched him intently out of the corner of his eye, trying to detect the dude’s reaction when he witnessed his transformation.

He was disappointed.

Just like always, Yotav took up position next to him but his cocky demeanor betrayed no hint that he noticed Zayd’s changes. Quite the opposite! He stifled a yawn and acted bored as shit as Coach Zimmer droned on.

Zayd was beside himself. He shifted his weight onto his left leg and thrust his bulging crotch out so far that it would have been impossible for Yotav not to see it.

Nothing.

The big jock’s gaze never wavered downward. It was as if Zayd weren’t there at all.

Zayd frowned. Was Yotav ignoring him? He’d gotten so accustomed to the satisfying reactions of his teammates that the absence of anything from Yotav was extremely frustrating. It almost didn’t matter that he totally kicked ass in practice that day, beating every other guy except Yotav in the practice competition Coach Zimmer organized. Even when he was standing on the awards podium next to Yotav, all he could think about was how much he wanted the dude to notice him. Was that too much to ask?

He lowered his head to receive the silver medal that the coach bestowed upon him, too distracted to enjoy the moment. He didn’t even take any satisfaction out of seeing Coach Zimmer stand on his tiptoes to reach over his head. Nothing could take his mind off of his obsession with getting Yotav to recognize his superiority. 

When practice was done, he watched the tall Israeli turn and head back into the locker room without a backward glance. He clenched his jaw and was about to follow when the coach called him over.

“Listen, Zayd,” he said, dipping his head with embarrassment. “Tomorrow, I need you to wear some support under yer Speedo.” He paused to clear his throat uncomfortably before continuing, “And, um, do sumthin’ ‘bout that bush, too. It’s outta control!”

Zayd followed his eyes down to the forest of black pubes pouring out of the top of his Speedo and his enormous bulge distending the tiny pouch. He flushed when he saw the thick base of his bull cock was clearly visible.

“Uh, sure, Coach,” he agreed sheepishly, tugging on the drawstring of his swimsuit. “I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry.”

***

“Hey, Suleiman.”

Heart jumping in his chest, Zayd looked over his shoulder to find Yotav exiting the school behind him. They were alone together in the parking lot, illuminated from the west by the setting sun. It was a pleasant evening with a soft breeze carrying the rich scent of autumn. It had rained earlier in the day and the brilliant orange sunset was reflected in the puddles at their feet.

Zayd schooled his features, successfully damping the stab of excitement he felt at hearing Yotav pronounce his last name. “What up, bro?” he rumbled in his new, deep bass.

He stopped and let Yotav catch up to him. The big Israeli was in no hurry, taking his time as if the world could wait for him. One key part of being Yotav Gottlieb, Zayd soon learned, was that he was so convinced of his own importance that it became self-fulfilling; people instinctively treated him with deference. And this included Zayd, as much as he hated to admit it.

“Would you like to get something to eat?” The jock’s thick Hebrew accent meant that he pronounced each word carefully, using formal English; Zayd had never heard him use slang or slur his speech.

Zayd was so distracted by Yotav’s sonorous baritone that it took a moment for the question to register. (‘Fuck!’ he realized suddenly. ‘Now I know who he reminds me of! He sounds just like Benjamin Netanyahu!’) Zayd both loved and hated the sound of the former Isaeli prime minister’s voice, sometimes comparing it to a bulldog’s guttural bark. When he realized that Yotav was still waiting for his reply, he stammered, “Uh, yeah, sure. Why not?”

Yotav smiled, an event of such rarity that it took Zayd’s breath away. The big jock really was impressively handsome. And masculine. His dark brown hair was still damp from the showers and pleasingly messy. And those eyes… Zayd turned and was briefly lost in their tawny depths. Yotav lowered his lashes, full lips curving upward and sending thrills down Zayd’s spine. His face was rugged and tanned and his beard needed a trim, giving him the appearance of a full-grown man even though Zayd knew they were the same age. Thick, brown hair curled out of the collar of his t-shirt and his big, developed chest protruded, his surprisingly large nipples poking out like pencil erasers.

“Falafel?”

Zayd gave a start, blushing when he realized he’d been caught checking the dude out. “Um, what?”

Yotav’s smile widened. “I asked if you like to eat falafel with me?”

“Yes!” Zayd agreed a little too excitedly before catching himself and adding, “I mean, yeah, sure. Let’s go.”

***

“Ah, traditional Israeli food!” Yotav sighed when they were seated in the small cafe near the school. He grinned as he said it and Zayd knew he was goading him.

“Um, yeah,” he muttered. “You Isrealis invented falafel and hummus and just about every other dish from the Middle East, alright.”

Yotav chuckled, scooching his chair closer to Zayd’s until their thighs were touching under the table. For reasons that both surprised and confused him, Yotav had insisted they sit side by side at the table, rather than across from each other. The warmth of his big, muscular thigh caused a cascade of sensations to wash over him and Zayd felt the giant asleep in his trousers begin to stir. He shifted away.

If Yotav noticed, he didn’t betray any indication and commenced rambling on about himself in a way that was both charming and little irritating. The cafe was packed and their food took a long time to prepare. In the meantime, Zayd did his best to be a good listener, nodding at appropriate points and asking a polite question here and there.

There was more to Yotav than Zayd had realized. For one thing, the dude and his family were unhappy with the increasing conservatism and anti-Palestinian sentiment in their homeland. It had gotten so bad that they had decided to return to the United States, pulling Yotav and his brother out of the only country they had known. (Yotav and Chaim’s parents were U.S. citizens but the boys had been born in Israel.) This helped thaw some of Zayd’s wariness and he soon found himself relaxing a bit. He didn’t pull away when Yotav slung his arm across the back of his chair.

For a time, he allowed himself the delirious pleasure of being close to the big jock. Yotav’s hulking body radiated heat like a stove and his potent man scent tickled Zayd’s nostrils, tempting him with its promises. The only thing that detracted from the moment was an offhand comment that Yotav made when two of their classmates entered the cafe, standing with their backs to them at the order counter.

“Guess what? COVID butt.”

Zayd stirred out of his reverie. “Huh?”

Yotav inclined his head toward the beefier of the two guys, Brandon Steward. “He got fat during quarantine and now his butt is huge.”

“He is not fat!” Zayd protested defensively. It wasn’t lost on him that Brandon was quite a bit skinnier than he had been until just yesterday…before he had redesigned his body with the You 2.0 app.

Yotav wasn’t giving in. He rolled his eyes, saying, “Yes, he is fat. He needs to work out more or he is going to be chubby for the rest of his life.”

Zayd’s mouth fell open. Suddenly, the pieces of a mysterious puzzle were coming together in his head. He remembered how Yotav had insisted on ordering his falafel baked and wrapped in a lettuce leaf rather than fried and in a pita and how he was sipping water rather than the soda that sat in front of Zayd on the table. Combine that with the jock’s obvious obsession with his physique and…

“You have body dysmorphia.”

Yotav’s bushy eyebrows shot up. “What is this?”

“Body dysmorphia,” Zayd repeated. “You have a distorted view of people’s bodies.” He jerked his chin over at Brandon, saying emphatically, “Steward is not fat! He might have put on a few pounds during the pandemic but his weight is still perfectly healthy!”

“Pffft.” Yotav waved his hand dismissively. “Americans are the ones with this dysmorphia. It is the most obese nation in the world.”

Zayd pulled away from Yotav and crossed his arms, scowling. “It’s true that many of us are overweight,” he admitted, “but shaming people about their bodies isn’t gonna make it better.” He paused to study Yotav’s body speculatively, adding, “Besides, yer too skinny. I think you’d be even hotter with a big belly.”

Yotav reacted viscerally to this. The look of revulsion on his face told Zayd he’d struck a nerve and he smiled to himself. 

To the jock’s credit, though, he didn’t lash out in retaliation and instead tried to placate Zayd by reassuring, “I didn’t mean it as an insult! You are not like other Americans! You and I are different! We take care of ourselves! Just look at us.” He paused to motion down at their ripped, muscular bodies. “We are real men.”

This assertion hit Zayd like a slap in the face. He started to bridle but then caught himself, suddenly aware of an uncomfortable truth. Real men? he thought, forcing himself to take a step back and examine his own thoughts on the matter. Is that what I think, too? Fuck, is that why I’m so attracted to Yotav? He looked over at the jock and his mouthwateringly beautiful body and then down at his own greatly-enhanced and slimmed-down one. He sagged down in his chair, defeated. Oh, fuck fuck fuck! I’m just as shallow as he is! FUCK! What the fuck was I thinking? I can’t believe I did this to myself! He vowed as soon as he got home, he would undo the changes to his avatar. If being hung and ripped meant–

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he paused to withdraw it. ‘Your avatar needs your attention,’ a message read on the lock screen. Curious, Zayd unlocked the phone and opened You 2.0. What he saw next made him toss the phone down on the table.

“What is wrong?” Yotav queried. “Bad news?”

Zayd’s cheeks were flaming red and his mind was spinning. He simply could not wrap his brain around what he had just witnessed his avatar doing. He tried and failed miserably at downplaying his freaking out, chirping, “Oh, nothing! Just forgot about a homework assignment is all!”

“Bullshit.” It was endearing the way that Yotav pronounced the word like bull-sheet. “Tell me what happened.”

Zayd’s tongue was thick in his throat and he had to work to make himself answer, “Trust me, Tav. You don’t wanna know.”

“‘Tav’?” the jock repeated, smiling. “You called me Tav.”

Zayd sighed with relief, thinking he was off the hook. He was just beginning to relax when Tav shocked him to no end by replicating the exact same scene Zayd had just witnessed on his iPhone: He turned toward Zayd and fixed him with those luminous golden eyes. And leaning in close he…

Kissing.

He was kissing Yotav Gottlieb!

The big jock took him in his arms and pressed his sensuous lips against his own, rubbing his beard into his chin and teasing his lips with his tongue. Zayd’s poor brain short circuited and he was incapable of doing anything but surrendering, allowing the big stud to have his way with him. He gave in, knowing on some level that this is what he had wanted from the beginning. Understanding finally that this was why he had changed his body and altered his appearance. It was all because he wanted Yotav Gottlieb to finally see him. And desire him.

And take him.

And it had worked.

Yotav Gottlieb was his man.

***

Chapter 3

Brennan couldn’t contain himself the next morning. “So, bro!” he shouted as soon as he saw Zayd coming down the hall. “You and Yotav? You and fucking Yotav?! I had no idea but now I get why you’ve been acting so strange lately! Con-fucking-grat-u-lations, man!”

Zayd lowered his head, abashed. He was still unable to believe it himself. Yotav Gottlieb was his boyfriend! The big stud had professed his love after walking Zayd home from the cafe. They had lingered in front of Zayd’s house, kissing and rubbing their firm bodies (and hard cocks) against each other. When Yotav had finally released him and sauntered away, Zayd had watched him go, feeling like he’d been only half alive until that moment. Now that his heart was beating rampant inside his chest and everything was suffused with a soporific pink haze, he realized that nothing had prepared him for this moment. And he was glad. He was glad because he loved the surprise of discovering love for the first time.

That said, he couldn’t get over the shock that Pixel Zayd had caused when he’d opened the You 2.0 app back in the cafe. As soon as Tav had disappeared from view, he had dashed into the house and locked himself in his bedroom.  Diving onto his bed, he’d pulled out his phone and opened the app, waiting with bated breath while it loaded.

He blinked.

His pulse began to pound.

And he lost his breath when he realized he hadn’t imagined it. His avatar really had been joined by another avatar, an avatar he knew all too well: Yotav. Pixel Zayd now had a boyfriend, Pixel Yotav.

The two avatars were still kissing just like when Zayd had opened the app back in the cafe. Pawing at each other with a scorching passion, they were in danger of shredding their clothes. It looked like Pixel Yotav was going to eat the face off of Pixel Zayd. Or maybe it was the other way around? In any case, the two little guys were locked in a heated embrace, pumped bodies writhing against each other and the throes of their desire echoing through the iPhone’s speaker.

Zayd closed the app.

He would puzzle this out later. Right now, he felt like an interloper. And he was confused. And in love. And–

His phone buzzed and he switched over to the text message app, seeing that Yotav had just sent him a pic. Holy fuck! He’d been sexted for the first time in his life! Yotav had sent him a pic of his fully erect, enormously fat and dripping cock. >>Cumming soon to a butthole near you<< the caption read.

Zayd promptly forgot about his avatar and its bizarre antics. He whipped off his pants and grabbed his already hard cock, jacking himself to the mother of all climaxes while staring fixedly at Yotav’s deliciously fat cock.

“Hello! Hell-oooooooo! Is Zayd in there somewhere?”

He blinked, coming back to the present moment to find Brennan watching him with wry amusement.

“You got it bad, man,” his pal observed, face breaking into a sly grin. “So, did he do it yet? Did he pop yer big ol’ gay cherry? ‘Cuz, let’s face it. We all know our Zahdy-Baby is a giant bottom.”

“Brennan!” Zayd hissed, looking around nervously. They were surrounded by other students, most of whom were clearly eavesdropping. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up. We kissed. That’s it.”

“But he sent you a dick pic, didn’t he?” When Zayd’s face drained off color at the question,  Brennan lifted his head and crowed at the top of his lungs, “Yotav Gottlieb sent Zayd Suleiman a dick pic! Did you hear that everybody? We got a torrid gay romance brewing right here in our very own high school!” He lowered his voice and jabbed Zayd in the ribs, quipping, “If only peace between Israel and the Palestinians were this easy!”

Zayd barely heard him. He was too busy trying to throttle his friend.

***

Yotav surprised Zayd with his gentleness. Given how obviously proud he was of being a ‘real man,’ Zayd had prepared himself for a savage bout of fucking. Instead, Yotav took his time, working Zayd up to the big day by seducing him in a thousand different ways. There were the flowers waiting for him inside his locker after PE class. And the bike ride they took on the dirt roads west of town where the trees and fields were on fire with autumn colors. The air was crisp that day and the sky a brilliant cerulean blue flecked with wispy clouds. When they pulled up to the cider mill on a small, quiet road, Yotav took him by the hand and led him inside.

One day, after a long, slow walk in the hills overlooking the town, they made their way back to Yotav’s house. Tav kicked his younger brother, Chaim, out of their shared bedroom, and led Zayd inside, smoothing the comforter on his bed before lying down and holding out his arms. Zayd was already worked up into a lather, his blue balls aching for release, and it took no effort for Tav to coax him out of his pants.

“Mmmm,” he murmured in Zayd’s ear as he ran a hand over the incredible girth and length of the leaking serpent inside his boxers. “This is a real man’s penis!”

Zayd laughed and then shivered as Tav squeezed his giant. “It’s all for you, big guy.”

Tav smiled. “He is? Well, then, I will make sure to take good care of him. Come here, Zayd’s Penis!”

He peeled the elastic waistband of Zayd’s underwear back and grunted with surprise and appreciation when the dripping head of his circumcised cock popped out. It was almost as big as a man’s fist.

“It is a true giant!” he breathed, caressing it softly with his calloused hand. “I have never held one bigger than mine.”

“Hmmm,” Zayd mused, a slow smile spreading across his face, “I will need to confirm that. C’mon, big guy! Off with those undies!”

Tav didn’t need to be asked twice. Zayd helped pull off his jeans and tossed them on the floor while Tav made a big show of liberating his schlong from his boxers. When his proud member flopped out, hard and pulsing, Zayd was momentarily stunned. “Fuuuuck, that’s a big dick!”

“It is, isn’t it?” Tav reached down and waggled it in his hand. It was so big that it made his huge hand seem small. While a couple inches shorter than Zayd’s, it was easily just as fat. Zayd’s mouth watered at the sight of it and he had to swallow quickly to avoid drooling on himself.

“May I?” He reached out tentatively, half-expecting Tav to reject him.

He needn’t have worried. Tav dropped his cock with a soft splat on his flat tummy and took Zayd’s hand, moving it over onto his throbbing monster. Zayd’s eyes widened. He’d expected it to be hard but was unprepared for how delicate and silky it was.

“Do you shave your shaft?” he asked, unable to believe what he was feeling.

Tav took a while to respond, he was too busy arching his back, eyes rolled back in his head, moaning with ecstasy at Zayd’s touch. “Yessss,” he finally gasped. “I don’t shave my balls or pubes but I like a shaved shaft. Don’t you agree?”

“Fuck, yeah!” Zayd exclaimed. “I’m gonna shave mine as soon as I get home!”

“No need to wait,” Tav said, sitting up on his elbows. “I have a razor in the bathroom…”

***

Tav was on top of him, rubbing his giant cock against his equally giant one. The big stud was so confident and self-assured that it was clear he had had sex many, many times already. Zayd felt a little abashed because he was so inexperienced but Tav shushed him.

“It is my honor to be your first,” the studly jock murmured, nibbling his ear. “I will treat you right.”

“D-D-Did you have sex with men in Israel,” Zayd asked in a quavering voice.

Tav pulled back to stare meaningfully into his eyes. “We are not going to talk our way through this, Zayd. Just give in to me. Trust me. I know what you like.”

“But, how–?”

Tav shut him up by sealing his mouth with a kiss.

True to his word, Tav did know what Zayd liked. He was the consummate top, taking his time and making sure that Zayd’s pleasure was always at the forefront of his mind. When he carefully teased a finger into his eager but tight, virgin butthole, he made sure to lube it first. Before Zayd knew what was happening, he had three fingers inside him and was working on a fourth.

“You are very elastic, Zayd,” he praised. “I can already fit my hand inside you! I am glad because this means you will enjoy my penis without pain.”

“J-J-J-Just fuck me!” Zayd begged, hole clenched around the big stud’s hand. “I wanna get fucked by yer big cock!”

Tav wagged a finger on his free hand in his face, teasing, “Condom first, penis next.”

“Whatever!”

What happened next didn’t register as unusual at the time but it made increasing sense the more he got to know Tav: The Israeli stud didn’t seem to care that much about Zayd’s backside. Oh, he spent plenty of time working his huge cock inside him and taking him on a ride of such delirious fun that Zayd never wanted it to stop…but the entire time he was fucking his hole, he was focused intently on his cock. Positioned behind him on the bed, Tav leaned over Zayd’s sweaty back and grabbed his cock, swinging it around like a club. He massaged it and rubbed it and clenched it and caressed it and generally worshipped it the whole time he was pounding away behind him. Somehow, he intuitively knew how to keep Zayd on the verge of orgasm without sending him over the top until he’d been fucking him for more than a hour. By the time he finally let Zayd explode, both guys were slimy with sweat and other bodily fluids and the bedroom smelled like a rank barn.

Afterward, Zayd cozied up against Tav’s long, warm body. He smiled when the big stud started petting his cock like a kitten…a lion kitten, that is. “So big,” Tav moaned. “So big and beautiful. I love this penis!”

Zayd laughed. “He loves you, too! A lot.”

Tav stopped petting long enough to fix him with his simmering gaze. “Does that include you, too?”

Zayd blushed and then teared up, choking out, “Yes, Tav. Yes. I love you, too.”

The smile that spread across Tav’s handsome face was more brilliant than an autumn sunrise. “I love you, too, Zayd,” he rumbled in his deep bulldog voice. “I love you very much.”

***

Chapter 4

Zayd and Yotav were in the showers together after swim practice, soaping each other up and stroking each other’s enormous cocks. Yotav squeezed Zayd’s incredibly girthy masterpiece appreciatively, causing his knees to go weak. He leaned forward and nibbled his ear, murmuring, “I wish it were even bigger.”

Zayd froze. “What? You gotta be kidding! It’s over fifteen inches long!”

Tav dipped his head, ashamed. “I know. I know! I think there is something wrong with me. I dream of a boyfriend with a penis so big he cannot hide it.” He took Zayd’s cock in both hands and caressed it until he moaned. “I wish your penis was three times as big.”

“You really do have dysmorphia!” Zayd complained lightheartedly. “If my dick were three times as big I couldn’t fit into a Speedo! And I couldn’t fuck with it. It’d just be a huge, useless cock.”

“Not useless,” Tav whispered. “Just big. And beautiful. Besides, you are a bottom. You don’t need to fuck.”

“I might be vers,” Zayd pointed out. “You have never let me fuck you!”

Tav stood up straight. Even at Zayd’s new height, the big jock still towered over him. Tav looked down at him with those imperious, golden eyes and asked, “Do you really think you want to be on top?” Zayd looked down, unable to maintain eye contact, and Tav laughed, “I knew you were a bottom the moment I saw you. So it is settled. You don’t need your penis for fucking.”

“Maybe not,” Zayd conceded, trembling for unknown reasons, “but I don’t wanna be a freak.” He was about to say more but stopped, shaking his head. “Why’re we even talking ‘bout this? There’s no way for a guy to grow a bigger cock so you’ll just have to be content with me the way I am.” He hoped this sounded more convincing than it sounded to his ears.

Tav didn’t answer. He merely continued to look at Zayd with those feral, golden eyes, a half smile on his face.

***

The weeks passed by as Zayd and Tav’s romance bloomed red hot even as the autumn weather turned cold. They discovered they were very compatible in other parts of their lives besides the bedroom. Zayd tutored Tav in English and mathematics while Tav taught him to his soccer pals. Zayd took Tav with him to Friday prayers and he accompanied Tav to his family’s shul for Shabbat services. Soon, the two guys were inseparable, spending so much time together that Chaim moved into the basement in order to give them privacy. Zayd barely went home anymore, not that his parents missed him much; they were too busy with their jobs.

He nearly forgot about the You 2.0 app on his phone now that he was with Tav. Pixel Zayd didn’t seem to mind too much, though; every time that Zayd opened the app, he found his avatar engaged in the most deviant of sexual antics with his virtual lover, Pixel Yotav.

Zayd thought several times about bringing up the strange coincidence of Tav’s avatar appearing in the app at the same time he and Tav started dating in real life. He balked, though, when he realized the bind this would put him in. Tav would inevitably ask questions that Zayd didn’t want to answer. He preferred not to dwell on the miracle of the app remaking his body to match his avatar’s appearance and instead kept it a secret for himself. It was better that way…and he was too happy with Tav to question it. 

And so their story might have concluded here if it weren’t for a strange problem. It began so slowly at first that he didn’t notice. One day, he was stepping into his underwear and noticed they pinched his crotch. He repositioned his big cock and continued dressing, thinking no more about it. At school, he was in his first hour class when the pinching returned. Shifting uncomfortably in his chair, he wondered what was wrong. He wasn’t turned on (one of the few times during the day when he wasn’t sporting a semi) and he’d worn a pair of boxers he purchased after his ‘enlargement’ so there should have been plenty of space down there. Further, he was wearing a loose pair of pants to give his giant package plenty of room to roam. He tried to put it out of his mind and focus on the lecture…with limited success.

By lunchtime, he was forced to change into a pair of shorts from his gym bag. They were baggy and had a liner for support. Unfortunately, these also proved to be too tight. By the time he got to swim practice, he was in real pain.

And then it got worse.

Try as he might, he couldn’t squeeze his cock and balls into the pouch of Speedo. Much to the amusement of his teammates, he tried everything, bouncing up and down and stuffing them as hard as he could without passing out. Nothing worked. Finally, cheeks blazing, he stalked into the showers and turned the water on cold, aiming the stream at his swollen equipment and trying his best to shrink it back to its former size. After fifteen minutes of standing there freezing his balls off, he finally was able to squeeze his package into the beleaguered Speedo and stalked out onto the pool deck, a towel strategically draped over his crotch. Fortunately, the rest of the team was already in the pool so he could jump right in without attracting attention.

Tav showed up a few minutes later, plunging into their shared lane and caressing his body as he swam past. Normally, Zayd would have appreciated the physical contact but that day it triggered an instant erection and his mutinous cock sprang out from under the drawstring of his swimsuit before he could stop it. Cursing, he pulled over to the side of the pool and bobbed there, trying to avoid Coach Zimmer’s attention and waiting for his hardon to abate.

A moment later, Tav appeared at his elbow, asking, “What is wrong, Zah?”

“Nothing!” he hissed, fighting to cram his cock back into his Speedo. “Just go back to swimming. I’m fine!”

“You do not look fine.”

Fuck, sometimes he hated how solicitous Tav was! Why couldn’t he just be a regular dude for once and leave him alone? He took a deep breath and steadied himself, saying, “Look, just gimme a minute, Ok?”

Tav searched his face before leaning in and giving him a chlorine-y kiss and resuming his swim workout.

Zayd went back to wrestling with his junk, finally achieving success of a sort. The liner in his Speedo ripped wide open, giving his cock and balls free rein to explode outward, stretching the Lycra of the suit to near bursting. It held him in…just barely.

Unfortunately, it turned out to be a Pyrrhic victory. He gasped in dismay when he pulled himself partially out of the water and looked down at himself.

“HOLY FUCK!”

How the fuck could his cock have grown that big! And his balls! His poor Speedo’s seams were stretched to capacity. It looked like he was trying to smuggle an overgrown zucchini and two cantaloupes inside.

I gotta get outta here! he thought frantically. I gotta get to a doctor! He looked around, trying to figure out an escape route that wouldn’t draw unwanted attention. The last thing he wanted was for the coach to come check on him. So far, no one had noticed but he knew that would change the moment he got out of the water. All eyes would inevitably be drawn to his ridiculous bulge.

He sighed, realizing he had no choice.

Waiting until Tav approached the end of the lane, he slapped his boyfriend’s firm buttocks as he did a flip turn. Tav stopped and stood up, dripping and beautiful as he lifted his goggles. He stared at Zayd questioningly.

“Get my towel.”

Tav nodded, face full of curiosity, but he did as he was told, pulling himself out of the pool and padding over to retrieve Zayd’s towel from the bleachers. He squatted down on the side of the pool and handed it to him.

“Thanks,” Zayd said, tersely. “Now hold it up when I get out. Make sure you keep it over my crotch. I don’t want anyone looking at me.”

Tav lifted his eyebrows but nodded solemnly, opening the towel and holding it strategically as Zayd hefted himself out. It took a lot of effort! He was stunned when he felt the full force of gravity take hold of his greatly swollen equipment as it emerged from the natural buoyancy of the water. His knees buckled under the weight and he stifled a cry of dismay when he looked down. His cock and balls had swelled even bigger and his poor Speedo was pulled so tight that he could see right through it. The swimsuit now looked like he was concealing three flesh-colored watermelons inside: One round watermelon for each testicle and an even longer one for his cock. The combined weight was more than that of a small child and his engorged package was in danger of dragging on the floor.

Tav’s eyes went round and he almost dropped the towel. Zayd yelled at him and he recovered, doing his best to cover Zayd as he waddled across the deck and into the locker room. Once inside, Zayd collapsed on the floor of the showers, holding his head in his hands and sobbing. He cried louder when he felt his package pulse and grow even bigger. He had to splay his legs wide to accommodate the behemoth growing between his thighs.

“What the FUCK, Tav?!” he yelled, staring up at his boyfriend pleadingly. “What the FUCK is happening to me?!”

Tav was standing over him with his mouth hanging open. His eyes glazed as he almost robotically dropped his hand down to his crotch and started kneading himself. In moments, he was rigidly erect. His big cock jutted out from his Speedo, threatening to tear it open. 

Zayd scowled, shouting, “TAV! TAV! Not now, Tav! I need your help!”

Tav shook himself out of his erotic stupor, dropping his cock and grinning apologetically. “I am sorry, Zah. It is just that you look so–”

RRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!

Zayd’s Speedo had reached its limit and tore open under the onslaught of his growing organ. His cock and balls exploded outward, landing with a heavy slap on the tile floor before him. Zayd goggled, unable to believe his cock could possibly be that huge. It was more than a foot wide and nearly five feet long by his poor brain’s estimation. And his balls…Fuck, his balls had exceeded watermelon size and now rivaled beachballs!

As Zayd sat there stunned, Tav took action. He knelt down and tugged him onto his feet, steadying him with a firm hand on the elbow. He placed both of Zayd’s hands on a nearby shower pedestal and told him to stay there. He then disappeared for a moment, returning with a pair of scissors he used to cut the remnants of Zayd’s Speedo off. Zayd was now completely naked, his ginormous cock hanging out like a bloated whale before him. His balls sagged down onto the floor, stretching his groin. He moaned pathetically, unable to stop staring at his mutating member. When it expanded once again, sliding across the floor as if making a break for the door, he threw his head back and howled.

It was a howl of agony and ecstasy. Agony from confusion and despair and ecstasy because, impossibly, his cock was even more sensitive in its current giant size than it had been when it was smaller. Waves of panic and euphoria washed over him and he was momentarily delirious.

When his vision cleared, he saw that Tav had removed his own Speedo and was squatting down on the tiled floor, smothering his face into the soft and spongy flesh of Zayd’s monster cock. As he stared, his boyfriend jumped aboard his giant cock, straddling it with his muscular thighs. Then, face suffused with pure joy, he bent forward and commenced humping it.

“GAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Zayd screamed, nervous system exploding with the stupendous friction of his boyfriend giving him a full body ‘handjob’. He sagged against the shower pedestal, nearly toppling over and gasping for air as Tav continued rolling and writhing and sliding over his massive schlong. Exerting herculanean will, he recovered enough to shout, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? STOP IT!!!! CALL 9-11!!! I NEED A DOC–”

His voice cut off as he fell down onto his knees, letting out a frenzied scream. His cock was growing again, although this time the cause was not a mystery: He was getting turned on. He fell back, feeling his mutant member tug against his crotch. It was so big and heavy now he couldn’t move it on his own. It outweighed the rest of his body! And the fact that Tav was lying atop didn’t help. 

Zayd groaned as his monster surged outward two feet and then another, its girth swelling to match the width of Zayd’s body. Tav let out a delighted bellow and redoubled his humping. He was like a boy playing with a giant, inflatable water toy. Only this water toy did more than float.

It also spewed cum.

A lot of it.

Zayd felt his muscles spasm as his gaping piss slit disgorged a thick wad of precum. There was a loud splat and then another. He whimpered, letting out another strangled cry and pleading with Tav to stop. He could feel his hypersensitive skin overloading with sensation and his ass muscles beginning to contract with impending climax. A climax that promised to be a thermonuclear jizz explosion, given how huge his balls had grown.

Tav didn’t stop.

He was too busy performing full-body cock worship. Within seconds, he frotted himself to orgasm, riding Zayd’s cock like a bucking bronco as it jumped and jerked and hopped beneath him. Zayd barely noticed; he was too overwhelmed by the ever-increasing force of his building orgasm to pay attention to anything besides the super-concentrated tidal wave of pleasure cascading over him. When his cannon let loose a prodigious volley of cum, nothing in the shower room was left unslimed. Creamy white jizz gushed out of Zayd. His cock was a cum geyser, drenching both he and Tav. He had to use both hands to wipe his mouth free of the viscous goo in order to breathe.

After what felt like hours, his cock-rocket heaved its last gasp, spewing one final jet of cum before shuddering to an exhausted slumber beneath Tav. His boyfriend hadn’t moved or made any attempt to wipe himself clean of the globs of cum covering every inch of his body. He looked like a milky white monster draped over the twitching cock. And Zayd wasn’t much better off; he was equally smothered in cum.

They lay there gasping as their brains slowly recovered from the experience. Zayd was just opening his mouth to plead for help when the locker room door swung open and they were looking up at a very stunned Coach Zimmer, ringed by a dozen of their teammates.

As coach fish-mouthed in disbelief, one of the boys lifted his phone and recorded the scene. From there, Zayd’s life entered a new and humiliating chapter. Suffice it to say, nothing was ever the same again.

***

Chapter 5

A week later, Zayd was locked in his bedroom, feeling miserable and alone. He was splayed across his bed, legs spread wide and his massive equipment loaded into a garden cart before him. It was uncomfortable and awkward but the cart was the only solution, containing his swollen genitalia while still allowing him limited mobility. His parent’s insurance was supposed to pay for a home health aide to tend to him but so far they had been unable to find anyone who would stay longer than an hour before fleeing. Just struggling into the bathroom to take a piss was an exhausting ordeal.

Even seven days later, he was still burning with the humiliation of being carted out of the locker room, naked and drenched in cum while a retinue of EMTs gingerly guided him and his junk on separate gurneys down the crowded hallways. The whole school had turned out to watch his grand and ignominious exit and chorus of giggles and shrieks of laughter followed him out of the building.

Things only got worse at the hospital when his parents arrived, proceeded soon thereafter by a host of doctors and resident interns. He found himself the object of intense scrutiny as the team of physicians subjected him to an unending series of tests, each one more embarrassing than the next. And just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, he realized he had to go to the bathroom.

He’d been so overwhelmed by the experience of having his genitals morph beyond recognition that he hadn’t stopped to think about the mechanics of using the restroom. It was quickly determined that there was no way to get him near the toilet in his current state and he was forced to relieve himself with everyone watching.

He wanted to die.

But even more, he wanted Tav with him.

His boyfriend tried to accompany him in the ambulance but was refused. He then tried to visit him in the hospital but was likewise refused because he wasn’t an immediate family member. Zayd’s parents even took away his iPhone so Tav had no way to communicate with him. Zayd was beside himself and pleaded with his parents to let his boyfriend see him…but to no avail. His mom and dad were so traumatized and embarrassed by his predicament that they couldn’t handle any visitors.

After two days of tests, the doctors could find no explanation for his condition and concluded it was an extremely rare case of hypergonadism. They released him from the hospital with no prospects for treatment. ‘Take your son home and make him comfortable,’ the lead physician told his parents. ‘We will consult with our colleagues across the country to determine the next steps.’

When the videos of him being wheeled through the hallways of the high school went viral, he (or more precisely, his cock) became an Internet sensation. Social media was flooded with memes about him, and his parents had been likewise flooded with interview requests. A couple gay porn studios even inquired about hiring him…until they found out he was underage. 

Zayd thought the public humiliation couldn’t get worse until the day he was released. There was a crowd of reporters and camera people lying in wait as he and his giant member were wheeled out the back of the hospital to an ambulance. Cameras flashed and a flurry of prying questions bombarded him and his parents as the orderlies loaded him inside. It was one of the lowest points in Zayd’s life.

Things didn’t improve when he got home. The media was camped out on their front lawn and his parents had to hire a security detail to protect the family’s privacy. Thinking they were protecting him, his parents hid his iPhone and turned away all visitors, not even allowing Tav to see him. Cut off from his friends, the Internet and most especially his boyfriend, Zayd grew depressed. It didn’t help much when his school arranged for him to tune into classes via Zoom; hearing his classmates without being able to communicate with them was torture. 

A knock at the door startled him out of his bout of self-pity. He was alone at home and he knew the doors were locked. (His parents had only recently returned to work after he’d convinced them that he could see to his needs for a few hours while they were away.) Who could it be?

He grew momentarily hopeful that it was Tav until he heard a familiar voice say, “Yo, bro! Ya in there? It’s me, yer buddy, Brennan!”

“Brennan?” he called out, throwing a sheet over his giant cock. “How’d you get in here?”

“Oh, that? I evaded your rent-a-cop and then, um, mighta forced open a window in the basement to crawl in,” came the not entirely surprising answer. His friend opened the door and peeked inside, grinning from ear to ear when he spotted Zayd. “Holy fuck, bro! It’s so good to see you!”

Zayd was embarrassed by the tears that sprang to his eyes. Brennan held out his arms and sat down beside him on the bed, wrapping him in a bear hug. Zayd bawled like a baby for a long time while Brennan stroked his head and murmured soothingly in his ear. When he finally cried himself out of tears, he rubbed his eyes and looked over at his friend. “Th-Th-Thank you, Brennan! I’m glad yer here!”

Brennan smiled and kissed the top of his head. “I miss my best bro! I figured yer parents took away yer phone er sumthin’ ‘cuz ya didn’t respond to none of my texts.” Zayd nodded, too overwhelmed with happiness to say anything. When he was silent, Brennan reached behind him to pull a huge wad of fabric out of his backpack. Zayd stared at it uncomprehendingly until his buddy explained, “It’s a ‘cock smock’! I sewed it fer ya in my Home Ec class! Ya can wear it over yer, uh, man parts when ya come back to school.”

Zayd unfurled the voluminous garment, grimacing when he saw that it was sewn with blue and white fabric. “The school colors,” he murmured. “Cool. What better way to show my school pride?”

Oblivious to his sarcasm, Brennan was already pulling out another wad of cloth that looked like it was made of Lycra. “Here,” he said, presenting it to Zayd. “It’s yer new Speedo! Yer buddies on the swim team made it for ya. Isn’t it great?”

Taking the proffered garment, Zayd inspected it. It looked like his friends had taken a regular-sized Speedo and cut out the crotch, attaching a giant, custom-made pouch in its place that was half blue and half white. Zayd couldn’t tell precisely but it looked like it could indeed fit his massively-sized junk…with some stretching.

Zayd didn’t know whether to feel touched or heartbroken and decided he felt both. “Brennan,” he began slowly, “you know I’ll never be able to swim again, right?”

“Nonsense, bro!” his friend replied brightly. “We’ll have ya up an’ at ‘em again in no time! There’s nuthin’ ya can’t do without my help!”

“…without your help?”

Brennan smiled confidently, nodding. “Yup. I’m steppin’ up as yer personal assistant. I’m gonna do whatever it takes to get ya back to school an’ back to yer old life!”

Zayd shook his head adamantly. “No way! I’m never goin’ back there! Not lookin’ like this!”

“Yes, you are,” Brennan stated firmly, his deep voice brooking no objection. “Yes, you are.” He sat up, puffing out his beefy chest impressively. “You an’ me, bro! It’s you an’ me. Together, we’ll get ya through this.”

Tears filled Zayd’s eyes again with these words and he felt his heart swell with pride. He leaned into Brennan’s shoulder, heaving a sigh of relief. Even though he still had serious qualms about the prospect of returning to school in his condition, Brennan’s strength and confidence were contagious and, for the first time in that hellacious week, he felt a glimmer of hope. “Thank you, Brennan,” he sighed. “Yer the best.”

“Ain’t I, though?” his bro replied, smirking. “Now let’s get this show on the road. What can I do for ya?” He looked around, his eyes inevitably landing on the garden cart and Zayd’s massive equipment partially hidden under the sheet. His face lit up with curiosity and he leaned forward asking, “Can I see it, bro?”

Zayd jumped. “What?! No!”

Brennan exhaled patiently. “Listen, bro, if I’m gonna be yer personal assistant, yer gonna have to get over yer modesty. Face it, yer dick is gonna be front and center of everyone’s attention from here on out.”

Zayd scowled but nonetheless reluctantly reached out and pulled a corner of the sheet away. Brennan gaped, eyes going round at the sheer massiveness of Zayd’s cock. When it had finally stopped growing, his penis had reached over seven feet in length and more than fifteen inches in width. Erect, it was even bigger but Zayd lacked the emotional fortitude to measure it. His testicles were equally as overgrown, ending up as big as a pair of Yoga exercise balls. The difference, though, was they weren’t inflated; each nut weighed over eighty pounds. All together, his package tipped the scales at more than two hundred pounds.

Brennan’s mouth opened and closed as his brain tried to fathom a cock of such unbelievable proportions.  After some effort, he finally choked out, “C-C-C-Can I touch it?”

Crossing his arms, Zayd shook his head. “No way! Do I go around touching yer dick?”

“You never asked, bro,” Brenna said, standing up. Then, as Zayd looked on in shock, he unbuckled his jeans and yanked down his boxers. Placing both hands on his hips, he faced Zayd and waggled his cock and balls proudly before him. “Go ahead!” he urged. “Touch me, bro! I’m all yers!”

Zayd swallowed, frozen in surprise. He’d never seen his friend naked and couldn’t stop himself from scoping him out. Brennan’s uncircumcised cock was extremely plump and his balls were pulled up tight in his shaved sack. He’d shaved his pubes as well, probably in the attempt to make his little man look more impressive. As he stared, his bro’s foreskin retreated and the moist head of his glans peeked out. Brennan was getting an erection!

“Er, sorry ‘bout that,” he apologized, covering himself with his hands. “My little guy gets excited when he has an audience.”

“Uh, that’s Ok,” Zayd muttered, blushing. This whole scenario was surreal. He couldn’t believe his friend was doing this!

“I’ll just leave my pants off, if that’s Ok with you,” Brennan said, turning to remove the sheet from Zayd’s monster. (As he did so, he gave Zayd a stunning view of his big, blocky buttocks.) “It’s only fair.”

“Brennan,” Zayd warned, alarm bells going off as he felt his giant begin to stir. He was uncomfortably aware that Brennan was an extremely attractive guy. With his stocky build, beautiful blue eyes, and thick, auburn hair, he even rivaled Tav’s studly beauty. “You know I’m gay, right? I think it’s better if you put yer pants back on or we might both regret what happens next.”

Oblivious at first, understanding dawned when Brennan looked down and saw Zayd’s cock spasm and grow fatter, a freshet of precum spurting out the huge, rounded tip. “Oh, right!” he chirped, cheeks going scarlet. “I wouldn’t wanna horn in on Tav’s territory or anything!” He bent over and hastily pulled on his boxers and jeans, zipping up and grinning down at Zayd. “But my offer still stands, bro. You can touch my junk whenever ya want!”

“Thanks.” The mention of Tav had made Zayd grow sad and he stared morosely at the ceiling, longing for his boyfriend’s company. He missed him so much!

“Hey,” Brennan said, sitting down again beside him. “What’s wrong, bro?”

Zayd shook himself, an idea sparking in his head. “Hey, Bren, can you do me a favor?”

“Sure, bro! Sure! What can I do for ya?”

“My iPhone. My parents took it away from me and hid it. It’s probably upstairs in their bedroom.” He looked forlornly at the garden cart holding his junk, explaining, “I can’t get up there like this. Would you look for it?”

***

There were dozens of unread messages from Tav on his phone. His boyfriend had become increasingly frantic when he didn’t hear back from him. It broke Zayd’s heart to read them. He rubbed his eyes, self-conscious about crying again in front of Brennan. 

While he read through the messages, his buddy busied himself fitting the smock over Zayd’s monster cock and balls. It was a struggle but he eventually got it on, beaming with pride as he showed off the zipper he’d sewn in the front for easy access. “That way ya won’t have to take it off to go pee!” he announced happily. “I’m glad I made the zipper as long as I did. I’ve never seen a piss slit that long!”

Zayd was about to reply when he noticed an old notification on the screen from the You 2.0 app. With all of the drama around his crazy cock growth, he’d completely forgotten about his avatar. Almost without thinking, he opened it…and froze in surprise at what he saw.

Whoa! Was he really seeing what he thought he saw?

He blinked, a wave of startled disbelief washing over him when he realized he hadn’t imagined it. His avatar really had grown a humongous cock and balls just like him. Pixel Zayd stared back at him with a satisfied smirk on his face as Pixel Tav cavorted around on his massive equipment. It was clear that, unlike real-life Zayd, his avatar was enjoying his greatly enhanced junk.

Zayd stared at the screen, heart pounding and kicking himself for not putting two and two together before now. How could he have been so stupid? He should have known as soon as his cock started to grow that the app was to blame. What other explanation was there? No wonder the doctors hadn’t discovered the cause!

But how had Pixel Zayd’s cock grown without real-life Zayd initiating the change?

He shook his head; it didn’t matter. Now that he knew how it happened, he would change himself back! Setting his jaw, he pressed on his avatar’s groin and selected penis size on the app’s enhancement slider. He pulled it all the way to the left, decreasing it back down to normal size.

Or at least he tried to.

An error message popped up on the screen, reading, ‘Unable to complete request. This avatar is locked by User YoGo.’

Zayd furrowed his brow in alarm, wondering, ‘User YoGo’? Who is that…? Wait! I know! It’s gotta be–’

He sat up straight on the bed, glaring down at his phone. User YoGo was obviously Yotav Gottlieb. Which could mean only one thing: Yotav had managed to gain control over Zayd’s avatar. And then he had…

“THAT FUCKER!” he yelled, throwing his phone angrily down on the bed. “I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!”

Brennan jumped at this sudden outburst, asking, “What, Zayd? What happened?”

Zayd had to struggle to catch his breath before he made his voice work again. “Never mind. I don’t wanna talk ‘bout it right now.” When Brennan opened his mouth to protest, Zayd forestalled him, saying, “I’ve decided that I am going back to school after all. Will you help me, Bren? I wanna go back tomorrow.”

***

Chapter 6

The humiliation of returning to school was nearly unbearable but Zayd got through it propped up by Brennan and a burning desire for revenge. Somehow, he managed to pull off the performance of his lifetime, acting nonchalant as he trundled down the hall, pushing his massive equipment before him in the cart. Beside him, Brennan shoved aside gawkers and broke more than a few phones when students tried to take videos. He was the perfect friend, always ready to kick some serious ass in defense of his bro. Zayd loved him for it…and not for the first time wished that Brennan were gay. He would be the best boyfriend in the world!

Meeting Tav for the first time since their…episode…in the showers nearly broke him. Even though he was seething with rage, he played the part of a lovelorn boyfriend, beside himself with happiness at being reunited with his big, studly man. He gazed up into Tav’s amber eyes and smiled glowingly, lifting his lips for a tender kiss. Tav fell for it, never suspecting Zayd’s true feelings as he took him into his strong arms and returned the kiss.

“Zayd, I have missed you so much!” he breathed in his ear. “I never want to leave your side again!”

“Aww, Tav,” Zayd cooed, feeling like he wanted to vomit. “I know! I know! It killed me to be away from you, too!”

Tav took one side of the cart and Brennan took the other, walking Zayd down the hall to their first class.

***

Because of the unwanted attention his (and his giant cock’s) presence created, it took a long time for the class to settle down and focus on the lesson. He had to wait until halfway through the lecture to pull out his phone and open the You 2.0 app. He was parked in the back, the only place where there was room for him and his cart. Being in the rear was important for another reason: It kept his classmates’ prying eyes off of him. He smirked to himself as he looked up from his phone to the front of the room where Tav was seated beside Brennan.

The app finally loaded and Zayd was greeted once again with the sight of his avatar and his giant schlong. Just like the day before, Pixel Yotav was engaged in a serious bout of cock worship; he had stripped bare and was riding Pixel Zayd’s giant rod like a pony. He was so enraptured that he didn’t notice Zayd’s finger bearing down upon him until it was too late.

“Take that, you little fucker,” Zayd murmured, smirking with grim amusement as he selected a slider and pulled it all the way to the right. It was almost funny watching the little avatar’s face twist into an expression of pure horror as the changes took effect. Zayd wasn’t finished with him yet, though. He selected two more sliders and moved them to the right as well, chuckling to himself when Pixel Yotav’s eyes bugged out in shock at what had become of his body.

“Good,” Zayd murmured, locking the avatar under his control and closing the app. He smiled, fixing his gaze on Yotav’s broad back. “Let the fun begin.”

***

A loud belch echoed through the classroom, startling everyone and igniting a chorus of giggles. Yotav stirred in his chair, muttering an apology, and went back to his work…only to belch again a few moments later. Zayd sat up and smiled when he heard Brennan laugh.

The back of Yotav’s neck turned red and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. (One thing Zayd had learned very well about Tav was that the big jock hated to be made fun of.) He pushed backward, seat screeching against the floor. When he belched a third time, the titters of laughter grew louder and he grabbed his stomach, sitting up from his desk in surprise.

“Is something wrong, Mr. Gottlieb?” the teacher inquired, looking up from the whiteboard.

“I…I…I don’t feel very well,” Tav stammered, still clutching his stomach. As he said it, he groaned loudly and staggered backward, emitting another low belch. He would have fallen if Brennan had caught his arm.

When Yotav turned and Zayd caught sight of his changed profile, he had to chew his tongue to keep from laughing. The big jock’s formerly tight, flat stomach was now protruding noticeably.

Yotav gaped in horror down at himself, groaning in dismay as his stomach tensed and then expanded yet again, pushing outward into a distinct beer belly. Around him, the other students noticed, too, and snickered in amusement. Brennan, always ready to come to the aid of a fellow classmate, stood up and moved to Tav’s elbow, whispering something in his ear. Tav shook his head and was starting to sit down again when his belly inflated even bigger, this time growing so large he howled in pain. He leaned back and clawed at his belt, wrestling with it until it sprang open. There was an audible POP! as the top three buttons on his jeans gave way and Yotav’s now sizable gut thrust outward, growing ever larger.

All eyes in the room were now fixed on his expanding belly. It hung out before him like a swollen basketball, perfectly round. His t-shirt lifted up to reveal his stretched-out belly button, sticking out like a cork from a rotund bottle. Tav scrambled to pull his shirt back over himself but it was no use. It was far too small to hide that magnificent belly.

Zayd smirked, leaning forward in his chair and enjoying the show. Revenge was even sweeter than he had imagined, especially when gravity took over and Yotav’s belly sagged down over his crotch. 

Yotav stared at himself in horror as the class recovered from the shock and peals of laughter rang out. Several people pulled out their smartphones and were recording the proceedings. The teacher was frozen in place; her mouth formed an “O” as she struggled to make sense of what was happening.

This was exactly what Zayd had hoped for and he smirked with satisfaction as Yotav’s humiliating transformation unfolded in this most embarrassing and public manner.

Yotav was so preoccupied with his growing belly that he failed to realize the fat was expanding, inexorably bloating the rest of his body into rotund proportions. Zayd had a perfect view from his seat and watched as the former stud’s arms swelled rounder and rounder until they depended from his sides. The fat  continued its march upward, swelling his neck and turning his once narrow cheeks into plump apples. His lips thickened and became fleshy. Soon, his neck had swallowed his head and his chin had tripled.

When his back and sides started to bloat, Yotav spun around, clawing at his shirt in a desperate bid to get it off before it strangled him. It came off in shreds and he fell down over his desk, chest heaving. From behind, he looked more like a mountain of flab than the lithe and lean jock he’d been just minutes ago.

‘225…250…275…,” Zad counted mentally, estimating Yotav’s weight gain. His heart was pounding with glee and he rubbed his hands together in expectation of the changes still in store for the hapless jock.

Brennan was the only one present who seemed to have his head about him. Pulling out his phone, he dialed 9-1-1 and begged for the dispatcher to send an ambulance. When he was done, he tugged at Yotav’s blubbery arm, pleading,. “C’mon, bro! Stay with me! The paramedics will be here soon! Stay with me!”

Moaning weakly, Yotav lifted his round face off the desk and tried feebly to stand up. And then a long, low creaking sound emanated from beneath him as his chair began to give way under his rapidly increasing mass. He wailed, staggering to his feet, and tottered down the aisle. Brennan grabbed him by the arm and was guiding him to the door when Tav’s whole body spasmed and he howled in despair, realizing too late his weight gain was far from over.

He clutched at his backside, ass exploding out behind him. His tight, firm buttocks swelled prodigiously, growing ever larger and flabbier. Yotav moaned, falling backward as his center of gravity shifted beneath him. The seams on his tortured jeans were fighting valiantly to contain his rapidly fattening hips and thighs but they could only take so much strain. A devastating RRRRRRIIIIIIIIIPPPPPP reverberated through the room as they gave way. 

Brennan lunged, trying to protect Yotav’s modesty as his jeans flew apart in shreds and his boxers tore open with an audible twang. He was too late and Yotav was too big. There was no way to shield that hefty, bloated ass as it swung heavy and full behind him. In front, Yotav’s belly afforded some measure of cover…of a sort; it was now so huge that it hung down over his crotch like an apron of flesh.

Fortunately–or unfortunately, given your perspective–Yotav’s cock was so huge it was still visible beneath his giant belly.

That was about to change, however.

You see, Zayd hadn’t been content to simply alter his boyfriend’s weight.

He also took away his cock size.

Even though Yotav could no longer see his junk with his hulking belly in the way, he could feel it begin to shrink and he howled in agonized despair as it pulled up small and tight into his fleshy pubes. Zayd craned his neck to get a better view as Tav grew a long, dangling foreskin. It drooped ignominiously down from the tiny head of his buried dick.

This was nearly the icing on Zayd’s cake of revenge, giving his Jewish boyfriend a hideous foreskin.

But there was more.

Yotav let out a startled yelp as hair sprouted in unwanted locations all over his body. Patchy tufts grew on his back and shoulders and arms. Soon, his little dicklet had disappeared entirely as the unruly forest of his dirty brown pubes encroached and finally overwhelmed it. When it was over, the only thing visible of Tav’s prized giant cock was a listless flap of foreskin, barely visible beneath his giant gut.

And then he began to age.

His shining youth evaporated before everyone’s eyes as gravity and time took over, working in tandem to savage his body. His face became saggy and wrinkled even as his lush, thick hair retreated. A bald spot formed on top of his head, growing eventually to encompass his entire pate. His beard thickened and became flecked with gray and his tawny-gold eyes dimmed and grew beady. His pecs fell forward over his bulging tummy, developing into a sizable pair of moobs. His buttocks curdled and became cottage-cheesy. His shoulders slumped forward and his arms sloped down, bags of fat quivering over his elbows. He grew an obvious hump behind his neck.

When it was all over, Yotav Gottlieb had morphed from a ripped, young jock into a middle-aged, schlubby guy.

Zayd took in his boyfriend’s humiliating comeuppance with grim satisfaction from his vantage point at the back of the classroom. When Tav turned, teetering precariously, to look in his direction, there was a pained and haunted expression on his formerly handsome face. 

Zayd smiled coldly. And then he stood up and wheeled his way out of the room with as much dignity as one could muster when one’s gigantic cock was overflowing from a rickety garden cart.

***

Epilogue

Tav lay beside him on the bed, immense and bloated body taking up most of the mattress. It sagged beneath his weight and his chest rose and fell with each labored breath. Both guys were uncomfortable in their bodies now; Zayd would never get used to his junk lying in a garden cart between his legs. And Tav. Well, you already know why Tav was so uncomfortable.

“You really did your worst to me,” Tav moaned.

His deep, sonorous voice was the only part of him that remained unchanged. It still sent shivers through Zayd’s body.

Zayd smiled, reaching out to rub the top of his boyfriend’s bald head. “I would say that I merely got even.”

Tav looked up at him with bloodshot eyes, grimacing. “Will you take pity on me? Will you make me and my avatar young and fit again? And can I have my penis back…without the foreskin?”

“I dunno,” Zayd mused, looking appraisingly down at his lover’s immense and distended body. “I think I kinda prefer you this way. Yer hella sexy with some padding on ya. And it would serve you right if you had to go through another bris milah.”

Tav shuddered. “Please, Zayd! Please!” His eyes narrowed as he added, “There is no way for me to fuck you with a penis this tiny and a belly this big. Won’t you miss that?”

“Pffft,” Zayd said, waving his hand dismissively. “I have Brennan for that. While you were undergoing your transformation, I morphed his fat, little cock into a hulking schlong. And I turned him gay, too!”

The color drained out of Tav’s face as he sputtered, “W-W-What?! You didn’t!”

Zayd laughed, tweaking his plump, furry cheek. “Just kidding! But I was tempted. He is really good boyfriend material. Unlike some guys I know!”

Tav frowned. “I am sorry, Zah. What I did to you was cruel and selfish.”

“Ah!” Zayd exclaimed, face lighting up. “Now that’s the apology I was looking for! Too bad it took your ego being knocked down to size before you could offer it.”

“I’m sorry, Zayd,” Tav said, looking stricken. “I really am! It’s just that I couldn’t resist having my fantasy come true.”

“Uh huh. You might’ve talked it over with me first.”

Tav looked off the side sheepishly before fixing him with those gorgeous, golden eyes. Even dimmed with age, they were still hypnotic. “Can we talk it over now?” He pushed himself up on his elbows with great effort, beady eyes sparkling with hopeful excitement. “We don’t have to go back to the way you were, do we? Will you agree to let me take control of your penis size?”

Zayd’s eyes narrowed. “I might be willing to think about it. Are you familiar with the Latin phrase, 

‘Quid pro quo’?”

***

A week later found both boys back in swim practice. Zayd and Tav still shared a lane, although now it was Zayd who was the fastest member of the team. Tav’s new, big belly and perky bubble butt slowed him down such that he’d been forced to relinquish the top position…in more ways than one.

Their compromise left Zayd with a 30-inch cock that was more than four inches in diameter. It was extreme and required a specially-designed Speedo but Tav was deliriously happy with the results. He wasn’t quite so happy when Zayd topped him with it but that was the compromise: Zayd allowed him to grow his cock only as large as Tav could accomodate in his tight, virgin rectum. Zayd got devious pleasure out feeling his macho boyfriend squirm and cry beneath him when he drove his girthy monster deep inside his hot hole.

Tav was likewise not thrilled when Zayd insisted on leaving his belly basketball-sized and expanding his buttocks to historic proportions. “Listen, Tav,” Zayd had reasoned, “Yer big booty’ll cushion the blows when I fuck you and yer big tummy’ll give my big cock more room to push inside you. What could be better?”

“Not getting fucked in the first place?” Tav had offered hopefully but then relented when he saw that Zayd wasn’t going to budge.

In the end, neither was delighted with the results but they got enough pleasure out of the deal to make it worthwhile. Zayd had to get used to having balls the size of melons and a cock that he could never fully hide and Tav had to get over his obsession with being lithe, lean and svelte. He would never have admitted it to Zayd but in time he grew to enjoy the sensation of his big belly and butt bouncing along before and behind him. They made him feel sexy in a way he’d never expected…and he loved how much Zayd appreciated them. Even getting fucked by his boyfriend’s monster cock grew to be more enjoyable when his butthole stretched out into a permanent gape. Sure, it wasn’t the life that Tav expected but he loved Zayd and would grow to love his new body.

Before I close, there is one other transformation I need to mention. Zayd and Tav were smart enough to realize that they needed to offer their teammates something to take the attention away from them. In a particularly savvy move, they ‘avatarized’ each guy on the swim team in the You 2.0 app and then proceeded to gift him the cock of his dreams. 

When they entered the locker room the next day, it was a scene of pure delight as the guys pranced around naked, displaying their king-sized equipment to each other. The team soon became infamous when they emerged onto the pool deck before a meet, their customized Speedos bulging with the strain of containing their enormous genitals. It was enough to cow the opposing team and give them the advantage even before they entered the water. 

In a nod to their beloved swim team’s new dominance both in and out of the pool, the school even changed the mascot from the Skyline Badgers to the Skyline Elephants. You didn’t need to be Freudian to recognize the similarity between the new mascot’s ears and trunk and an overly-endowed male’s genitalia.