Blessing or Curse? by ultragman@gmail.com
Chapter 3
It's the next morning, and it's time to get ready for work. Right after a growth spurt (ha ha), it's always a fairly entertaining experience. Don't get me wrong, this isn't the first time I've been nine inches below the belt, and I know it won't be the last either. But after a couple weeks of being two inches smaller, it somehow feels like a new sensation as I tug on my underpants.
And yeah, tug on is definitely the right phrase to use. Some of us with the condition have what we jokingly call "added bonuses." Beyond a certain size, other parts of our body start growing too. Almost always, it's something that was big getting a little bigger. In my case, it's my ass. All those years of running gave me a pretty nice butt, although I'm sure genetics helped out too. But once I start hitting nine inches, well, it starts getting even perkier and larger. All muscle, baby, all muscle. It really fills out my pants well, and I've even caught straight guys staring at it wistfully when it gets really large.
But yeah, it does mean the underpants get a little tighter. Plus, of course, my big dick taking up extra space too. I find myself debating my choices for a minute; it's a pair of Calvin Klein steel low-rise trunks, and the fabric is straining a little bit. Still, I'm usually good with this size at the nine-inch mark. Once I go up again, I'll definitely have to switch styles for some more room.
Finally, I'm dressed and off to BGA. I'm even running early, so I've got my gym bag with me for a quick morning workout. It's one of the perks of the big government agency, and as an added bonus it's distinctly less cruisy than my regular gym. That can be good, don't get me wrong, but I'm not really in the mood for it at the moment. Or at least, not when I left my place.
By the time I've walked to work, my big dick's been rubbing against my underwear and I've started plumping up a bit. This is definitely one of the not-so-good parts of the curse. I'm not actually that interested in having sex this morning, but my penis has other ideas. Stop it, I mutter to my junk, and head down to the locker room. Fortunately no one's there, and I'm quickly changed and off to the rowing machine.
The gym's deserted, just me, a woman on one of the bicycles, and across the way there's a young (really young!) guy working out with the free weights. All upper body, of course, like so many kids fresh out of college do. He'll figure it out eventually that turning yourself into an upside down pear is not the most attractive shape in the world. Still, for the next half hour I get into a good rhythm on the rowing machine, and it's fairly peaceful. The woman leaves the gym before too long, and another, older man comes in and uses the treadmill for about ten minutes before turning it off and heading back to the locker room.
Meanwhile, I've shifted over to the stairmaster. I started using it as a cover for when a co- worker commented on how muscular my ass had gotten, but I've grown to love it. (So have my glutes!) I punch in my half hour workout, start working away, and am in that great sort of exercise daze when out of the corner of my eyes I notice that the young guy has stopped working out and is staring at my butt. Big time.
I try to ignore it, but he's getting rather blatant. Just sitting on the bench, eyes fixated on the two perfect globes shifting next to each other. Envious, or wanting a taste? Honestly, it's hard to tell sometimes. Finally, I use the mirror to stare back at him, and once he realizes that he's been rumbled, he guiltily looks away. He half-heartedly goes back to lifting, but I can tell that his mind is elsewhere. At last, right before my half hour is up, he puts down the weights and scurries for the locker room just as a gaggle of new people head on out.
I move through my cool down, and then I'm off to the lockers as well. I've got time for a shower and maybe even a detour to the market a block away for a muffin before I have to start the day. Grabbing my towel, I strip down, put on my flip-flops, and am off to the showers.
Young guy is there, lathering up. Now normally, I'd have just gone to the other end and ignored him. But I'm feeling my oats this morning... and yeah, I admit it, my dick and balls were helping me make the decision. So I walk to the shower head right next to him, nod, and step into the spray.
He's blushing, and I just smile a little bit; a mixture of, "Yeah, you should blush" and "Like it?" But I don't say a thing, just start lathering up myself, enjoying rubbing my chest and stomach and thighs with shower gel. Then I move to my cock, and running my hands down it, I feel it swell just a tad. Not too much, just getting plumped up a bit. My balls are feeling heavy, and as I rub the lather onto them they're warm and almost throbbing to the touch.
Forcing my hands off of my dick before things get out of control, I start rinsing my front off, and then I stop. Young guy is just staring at me, and if I had any doubt about what kind of fascination he'd felt before, it's gone thanks to his fully erect, six-inch penis bobbing in front of him. It's simultaneously trashy and flattering, if you know what I mean. I really try not to hook up at work (don't shit where you eat, right?), but he is kind of cute. Or maybe it's just my balls talking. This is definitely one of the problems of the curse, the bigger I get, the more easily talked into sex I end up getting.
He's staring at my dick now, and he takes a step forwards, hesitantly. I'm watching the traces of lather run down his pecs, which are all pumped up from his workout, and his biceps are twitching a little dance, each muscle tensing and releasing. He looks at me with big blue eyes, then back down at my penis. As if on cue, my penis pumps itself up a little more, the blood rushing to it.
And then he's down on his knees, taking his penis into my mouth. This is a bad idea, a really bad idea, all it's going to take is another BGA employee walking into the showers. But his hands are tickling my balls, and they're feeling so big and heavy and aching now, and his mouth is moving up and down the shaft, and he's good. Really good. My penis is racing to its full nine inches, and young guy doesn't balk for an instant, still sucking it down all the way to the hilt, then moving back up and working on the head for a minute. I'm starting to ooze pre-cum, a lot of it, and he keeps pausing to lap it right off the tip before moving back up and down the penis.
We've got a good rhythm going and I'm just starting to gasp a bit when I hear two guys talking to each other as they head towards the showers. Before I can say anything, young guy has disengaged entirely, standing back up and staring directly into the spray. My whole penis is aching for release, but I'm no fool. (Well, relatively speaking.) I turn the faucet heads and shift the water to entirely cold. Oh god, the shock of the cold water hurts, like a punch in the chest, but it also does the trick. My poor bewildered penis drops by two inches almost immediately, and a few seconds later it's no longer standing up on its own. By the time the others show up, we're both (mostly) unerect, wiping off the last of the soap and grabbing our towels.
Without saying a word, we both walk back to the locker room and change. A few other people are in there now, getting ready to work out, so the silence continues. I do have a little fun, though; propping up one leg on the bench and drying it off sloooowly. Young guy is definitely watching out of the corner of his eye, but hell, he's also not the only one gawking.
I finish changing first and head off to the elevators and up to my floor. Time to get to work, right?
By lunchtime, though, I've made a mess of my underwear. The cold water effects gone, I keep flashing back into full erections, the pre-cum building up so much that at one point I head to the bathroom to try and dry it off before it soaks through to my dress pants. God damn, am I horny. On the bright side, it keeps me from leaving my desk and I can't remember the last time I've gotten so much done. The second it's time for me to go, I'm out of there, my gym bag held firmly in front of my crotch. I get in the elevator on the ninth floor, and ignore the chattering people filling the space.
We head down all of two floors, and the doors slide open to let one more person on. Young guy.
Our eyes lock, and then I reach forward and press the button for the basement. The elevator empties out on the first floor, and now it's just the two of us. Standing in silence, we head into the basement. He starts walking towards the locker room, but I grab him by the shoulder and lead him to a janitor's closet. They're all up on the 10th floor, starting to clean up after us messy workers, and I know they won't be back down here for a while. Once we're inside, he's yanking at my belt buckle, desperate to get back to my penis. My balls feel so full of cum right now that I don't care what he wants to do, so long as I finally get some sort of release. Within minutes he's licking and sucking on my balls, and my dick is just tightening up more and more, waving in the air out of desperation.
But then he suddenly stands up, and starts fumbling with his own pants. In a matter of seconds they're around his ankles, and he grabs me by the shoulders and whirls me around. Hello. He pushes up against me, and I can feel his hot breath against my neck, his penis insistently pushing in-between my butt cheeks. Part of me is saying, no, no, but eight hours of horniness makes my judgment a little suspect. So when he pushes into me, I just give out a small moan, and my balls throb in response.
(This is probably a good a point as any to mention that while I do try and use condoms, one of the definite good things about the curse is that so far as we can tell, every last one of us has an immune system that fights off all STDs. If it could be packaged and bottled, I'd offer to be a guinea pig, I promise. But generally speaking we don't talk about it, because it's another reason to have us all rounded up and put into labs. The condoms are a nice cover, but I don't freak out if they aren't used. And I promise I won't get pregnant.)
I have to take back my earlier claim that he didn't work out below the waist, because he's pounding into me fast and furious like there's no tomorrow. I guess I'm not the only one who's been worked up since this morning. He's biting the back of my neck now, and pushing harder and harder. Within just a few minutes, he's shooting inside of me, and that's all it takes to trigger my own orgasm, hot strings of cum splattering into the mop wash bin.
The growth this time is almost instanteous; a side-effect of having been denied for so long. He's barely pulled out before I start swelling in size; my butt, my balls, my penis. His urgency gone, he turns me back around and kisses me gently. Reaching down, he touches my penis and his eyes widen a little bit. I can tell what he's thinking, that it's bigger than he remembered. I don't tell him that he's right. But I'm still really horny from the growth, and my penis is at its full ten inches.
I reach forward and push gently on his shoulders, and within seconds he's back down on his knees, sucking and slurping on my penis for another five minutes. My penis is feeling wonderfully thick and strong, and I start bucking a bit as he brings me back to orgasm. His mouth quickly fills up with my cum, and while he tries to swallow it all, some starts leaking out of the side of his mouth. Once I've finally stopped shooting, he wipes the rest of his off his face with the edge of his wrist, then licks it off.
And just like that, he's gone, slipping back out the janitor's closet and back to the elevator. Shaking my head, I pull my underpants off and use them to wipe off my dick and butt, before stuffing them into my gym bag. They won't fit now, after all. Taking a deep breath, I try and will my dick to stay soft long enough to make it home. I'm ready to have a quiet evening.