You know you’re huge when . . . 😉🍆💪🏻🦶🏻I’m an unabashed Size King, posting pics of all that I love: massive muscles, freak-sized feet, and monster meat.
When I tell you that this man’s bulge was SO blatant, SO big, that it made me stop, gawk, & take this footage … It sent my entire body charging with a white-hot electricity that almost made me forget my own shopping and follow him … Easily the biggest I’ve seen in public.
Having taken the growth pill with his lunch in the mess hall, he’d expected the growth to wait until he got to his dorm … Unfortunately for him, the shit worked fast … and walking had became rather difficult.
This pic just DOES IT for me: the clear distress this growing giant is experiencing, growing TOO BIG to fit! Body swelling, surging in size, nearing the point where if he doesn’t squeeze through there, he’s gonna blast that shit apart!
“Oh no, not again … Oh, GOD, NOT AGAIN!” Feeling another growth spurt starting, he looked down at his already TOO BIG body, feeling the walls of the stall closing in on his overly-muscled torso, his huge feet stretching further across the floor, dick hanging lower, & heavier …
The look your Grindr hookup gives you when you get aroused and he realizes that you weren’t joking when you said you had “the biggest dick on the planet.” “Dude, put a fuckin’ seatbelt on that thing,” he says, just as your jeans start to split apart against your growing wood.
As his body continued to creak and groan and stretch as it grew, larger and larger, rapidly filling space available between the gym lockers, Adam just kept drinking the miracle concoction. “Must *glug* grow *glug-glug-glug* bigger … *glug* bigger … *glug* BIGGER!”
“FUCK, DUDE! I’M GROWING SO BIG! THIS IS INSANE! MY COCK, MAN! IT’S FUCKING ENORMOUS! THERE’S NO WAY I’M FITTING THIS THING BACK INTO MY SHORTS! Oh, FUCK! I’m STILL GROWING! When’s it gonna STOP, MAN? WHEN AM I GONNA STOP GROWING?! FUUUCCCKKK—I’M GETTING FUCKING HUUUGGGEEE!”
Your favorite part of your job is getting to witness the seemingly never-ending growth of your pumping-addicted coworker. His favorite part is getting to show off his continued progress. You both also love your lunch break rendezvous in the bathroom.
“C’mon, man—just touch ‘em. You know you want to, bro . . . Fuck, I usually have to beat the dudes off with a stick. Or my dick. Ha! Look, bro: it ain’t gay when the equipment is THIS fucking big . . . You really wanna pass up the chance to feel the biggest set in the world?”
Your gaze rose from his freakish, colossal feet, up his monstrous, powerful legs, past his gargantuan, swollen arms & chest, settling on his handsome, grinning face. “Oh yeah, buddy,” he said, his deep voice nearly knocking you off your stool. “Ever seen a dude this HUGE before?”
His expression was one of pure shock, his body swelling, pumping larger by the second, his overgrown cock stretching further and further out of his shorts. “DUDE!” he cries, lurching taller with a violent throb. “SOMETHING’S HAPPENING TO ME! I’M GROWING! I’M FUCKING GROWING!”
“I mean, do you think Magnum XL is big enough?” He looked down at the box of condoms, as you stared, nearly drooling, at his overstuffed crotch. “I doubt it, but I’m not gonna lie: I kinda wanna struggle to get one on, & RIP right there fuck out of it!” With that, you were sold.
His friend had said that the Halloween party was going to be an “intimate gathering of a few fellow size queens,” & he’d chosen his costume accordingly. Walking in, he realized that his friend had mislead him, but he didn’t mind: as hung as he was, the more attention, the better.
The size continuing to pile on, sending his body growing even further to the point of immobility, he began dumping the potion out, knowing that to take more would mean calamity … but then he stopped, realizing that he wanted to experience what it felt like to be a colossal GOD.
“BRO! Just LOOK at these things! You’re feet are fucking TWICE the size of mine!” “Yeah buddy! And they’re STILL growing! I’M still growing! Fuck, man—this Speedo’s starting to feel so TIGHT! OH SHIT! MY JUNK! IT’S STARTING TO GROW! Stand back, bro—my dick’s about to BURST OUT!”
Without warning, his body violently jerked & throbbed, GROWING suddenly to the point where his clothes felt like they were seconds away from ripping apart, his sneakers somehow not exploding against the pressure of his humungous feet. “TIM! OH MY GOD! YOU’RE … YOU’RE HUGE!”
Though Dom had rubbed the growth oil on every inch of his body, he’d used an extra ample amount on his manhood, wanting his equipment to grow ten sizes too big for even his newly enormous body. But then he realized it wasn’t big enough, so he applied even more.
That “OH FUCK” moment when you feel your body swelling, ALL over, and you gotta give your crotch a squeeze to make sure you’re not imagining the feeling of your cock getting heavier, longer, BIGGER …
When he realized he was growing so big that he wouldn’t be able to fit through his bedroom door, he squeezed himself out into the hallway but now he was too big to make it to the living room, and STILL getting BIGGER. Does homeowners insurance cover growth?
“BRO! WHAT DID YOU DO?! I TOLD YOU JUST TO TAKE A SIP! LOOK AT YOU! YOU’RE FUCKING HUGE! YOU’RE A FUCKING GIANT, MAN! A FUCKING GIANT FREAK! HOW ARE YOU GONNA GET OUT OF HERE, BRO?! YOU’RE, LIKE, FIFTEEN FEET TALL! Wha-what?! You’re STILL growing?! OH MY FUCK, DUDE!”
“Bottom’s up, bro!” Nate said, chugging the growth formula. Instantly, his body started swelling, stretching, groaning as it grew, & grew, & GREW—his shirt getting progressively tighter against his rapidly augmenting frame, sneakers bursting apart, shorts getting pulled tighter.
“WHO! BRANDON! WHAT THE FUCK, MAN! HOW DID YOU GET SO BIG?!” Tom said, staring up at his bud in awe, disbelief … and lust. “I asked Santa for some growth pills, man . . .” Brandon said, all grin and glee. “I guess I was EXTRA good this year!”
As Cal grew, his boyfriend Matt’s love for him followed suit. They’d been engaged for a while, but had decided to wait until Cal stopped growing to tie the knot, to make sure he’d fit into his suit. The question was … WOULD he ever stop growing? Honestly, they both hoped not.
“Magnum XL? That’s cute. Look at this bulge, man. You really think this jumbo-ass dick of mine’s gonna fit into one of those?” “No, but that’s the point. I wanna watch you struggle to get one on.” He laughed, visibly throbbing in his shorts.“I like the way you think, little guy.”
A chem major, Evan had spent his college years refining the MONSTER BLOOD into a controllable substance, his experience as a giant having left him with the realization that he WANTED to be HUGE. At long last he’d succeeded in perfecting the shit, & had begun his growth process.
You just stare at Jung as he grows, the sound of his skin stretching, muscles swelling, dick inflating larger, heavier, seeming to reverberate throughout the men’s room. “Um, I don’t know why I’m growing, dude,” he says, confused. “I haven’t taken any Viagrow lately!”
He loves playing with his overgrown sack, squeezing it, slapping it around, listening to the gallons of cum sloshing around inside … He knows you like it too.
“FUCK, MAN! MY NUTS! THEY’RE FUCKING GROWING! THEY’RE GROWING SO FUCKING BIG! OH GOD, MAN! LOOK AT THIS SHIT! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?! FUCK, THEY’RE GETTING SO HEAVY …THEY JUST KEEP GROWING! DO SOMETHING, MAN! THEY FEEL LIKE THEY’RE GONNA POP!”
“FUCK, BRO! I’M SO BIG NOW! LOOK AT ME! I barely fit in this hallway! And I’m still GROWING! Any second now my head’s gonna hit the ceiling, man! This is fucking AMAZING! FUCK, I just keep getting BIGGER! Oh God, bro—I feel another spurt coming on … It’s gonna be a BIG ONE!”
His boys had always envied him for his perfect physique, but now that he’d inexplicably grown to a size that defied belief, their awe for him had similarly grown. When they hung out, all they could do was gawk and stare at his immensity, and urge him to let EVERYTHING hang out.
He knew he should stop—knew that he was inflating himself TOO big, but he couldn’t: it felt too good, his body growing BIGGER & BIGGER, his muscles, feet & cock all pumped to where it felt like he was about to EXPLODE. And so he left the nozzle in his mouth, & just kept growing.
He didn’t care that he was growing into a monstrous, inhuman FREAK: being so massive felt so amazing, so indescribably AWESOME, that he needed MORE. And so, howling in anticipation at growing even MORE freakishly vast, he poured the remainder of the growth formula onto himself.
“DAD! TOMMY’S GROWING AGAIN! HE’S GETTING SO HUGE!” Frankie cried, running out of his brother’s bedroom just as the sound of crunching wood signaled the bed’s defeat against its occupant’s growing body. “HELP ME, MAN!” Tommy howled, watching his feet surge in size. “I’M TOO BIG!”
Trevor had been the apple of everyone’s eye due to his remarkable, boyish good looks …. but now that he was going through an inexplicable (and reality-defying) growth spurt, his popularity was similarly finding itself rapidly growing … bigger and bigger and BIGGER.
Everyone at the Halloween party asked if the immense, gargantuan dong hanging blatantly from his waist was a prosthetic, a well-crafted part of his costume … His answer was simply, “You tell me. Go ahead—give it a feel.” HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 🎃👻💀(HalloWEINER? 😜)
His enormous bulge impairs his ability to drive … but he WANTS to get pulled over, just so he can have the opportunity to explain to a cop that his dick is so enormous it makes it difficult to stay in the right lane … and maybe get a chance to show himself off.
“C’mon, dude. Let’s hurry up and cash out. I wanna see if I can fit into one of these before I grow even bigger. I can feel another spurt coming on … I think I’m gonna have to try one on in your car—I don’t know if I’m gonna make it back to your place before I grow some more!”
As if he needs a shirt to let the world know. Just one look at him and you KNOW he’s the dominant force . . . as well as that he’s packing just as heavy artillery in his pants as he’s got busting out of his XXL (but still too tight) shirt.
Though the workout supplement claimed to promote “GIANT gains,” he hadn’t expected that promise to make him a LITERAL giant. Growing bigger & bigger by the second, he stared down at his growing body in awe as it swelled, lengthened & stretched, pushing him right through the roof.
“Bro, you gotta try this shit. Evan from chem made it—you know, that dude who recently grew fucking HUGE? Yeah, it’s THIS shit that made him so BIG. I drank some a few minutes ago, & LOOK AT ME! Shit, I’m STILL growing, man! I’m starting to feel it in my cock. FUCK! LOOK AT IT!”
Everyone wants to see dude on the right in a speedo . . . Lucky (or, unlucky?) for his eager audience, he recently found one that fits him . . . barely.
When a growth spurt kicks in while you’re at work, and your coworkers are seconds away from witnessing your giant, growing feet bursting out of your sneakers … followed by the rest of you shredding out of your clothes > 😛
“BRO! LOOK AT YOU! YOU’RE A FUCKING GIANT! HOLY SHIT! YOU JUST KEEP GROWING!” “YEAH, BUDDY!” Mitch said, the gym ceiling getting ever closer to his head as he stretched taller & taller. “SHIT, IF IT DOESN’T STOP SOON, I’M GONNA BUST RIGHT OUT OF HERE! FUCK—HERE WE GO, MAN!”
There’s no way that foot’s fitting back in that sneaker. Since he’s already grown himself past the point of no return, he may as well take the rest of that growth serum.
“WHOA, DUDE! WHAT’S HAPPENING TO YOU?! YOU’RE GROWING!” Trevor looked down at his swelling body, just as stunned as his buds. “Holy shit, man! I AM growing! DUDE! How is this possible?! FUCK, I’m getting so BIG! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT MY FEET! I’M GROWING SO FUCKING HUGE!”
He’d gotten into PE for a while … but his overzealous dedication to growing had somehow prompted his junk to continue to enlarge even after he’d stopped working at it. Now, he had the biggest genitals in the world … and they were STILL growing.
“You see this bulge, man? You see this big-ass fucking MONSTER bulge? Oh yeah … this is the bulge of a MAN. Go ahead—touch it. Give it a rub. Make it grow, man … You think THIS is big? Trust me—this thing gets a whole lot BIGGER.”
Pointing his wand at his feet, Ron cried, “ENGORGIO!” Immediately, his already naturally large feet grew BIGGER—stretching, swelling, creaking with growth. “BLOODY HELL! It worked!” he said, having always wanted to be Hagrid-sized. “Let’s see how big I can make everything else.”
“This is fucking AWESOME, man! I’m growing so BIG! FUCK! It feels so GOOD! My whole body, man—it feels like I’m getting PUMPED UP! Look at how BIG I’m getting! I’m turning into a fucking FREAK! God, I feel so HUGE! I hope it never stops, man! I just want to keep GROWING!”
The growth wasn’t stopping: bigger and bigger he grew, rapidly out-sizing the basement, the walls & ceiling seeming to press against him just as tightly as his overburdened clothes were. “FUCK!” he shouted, feeling another blast of growth building-up. “HOW BIG AM I GONNA GET?!”
Brandon loves the fact that if his giant, overgrown, insanely muscular boyfriend Nick wanted to, he could pop his head right off like a dandelion with one squeeze of his colossal arm. Nick’s a gentle giant, though—just not in the bed: there’s no way to be “gentle” with 15-inches.