Three Potions (Patreon)

Big Carl was curling dumbbells in the bedroom when Tim entered with the dealer–What did he say his name was? Hal? Tim chuckled as he saw his enormous boyfriend pumping up his huge muscles, clearly anticipating a man of near-equal statue to return with Tim for their nightly session.

Carl froze, mid-curl, an eyebrow cocked. He tossed the dumbbells–70 lbs each–to the ground, two booms that shook whole house. “--the fuck?” Carl said. He lumbered to the mirror and ran a hand over his shredded turtle-shell belly as he flexed. “Thought you said you were gonna bring back a guy my size?”

This was their “recruit a third” night, and it was Tim’s turn to be in charge of recruitment. They’d argued about this a dozen times before: “Big guys NATURALLY gravitate toward you more than me,” Tim–who was shredded and muscular, but nowhere near the shocking size of his 280 pound superheavyweight boyfriend–would protest. This logic couldn’t stand in the face of Carl’s ego, which demanded that, as the largest in the room, he should be served by others.

“I’m Harold,” the dealer said, extending a skinny hand. He had a small greasy ponytail and a flimsy-looking body, but he had drugs.

“He’s got pills,” Tim interjected when he noticed Carl staring at Harold’s hand with a look of disgust.

“Now, now,” Harold said, withdrawing his hands. “I have POTIONS, technically.”

“They gonna fuck me up good?” Carl said, turning back to the mirror. The massive slab of a man made his pecs bounce, flared his lats so wide the mirror couldn’t catch them all, then turned away, clearly disappointed to be wasting this display on a runt like Harold after having been promised a roidhead.

“These are like nothing you’ve ever seen before,” Harold said, removing a small metal case from his coat pocket. He set it on their bureau next to Carl’s bottle of trenbolone and the needle he’d used to inject it. He opened the case and produced three vials: one amber colored, one a cerulean blue, and the other a shimmering ruby. All three liquids glowed so brightly they shone of Harold’s face.

“The fuck is this shit?” Carl said, fishing his phone from the floor and tapping through Grindr, already desperate to be somewhere else. “Tim, kick this fucker out, and be glad I don’t kick you out with him.”

“Fucking charming,” Tim muttered, considering dumping the gigantic man once again but reconsidered as he watched the giant mounds of muscle composing his broad back flexing and crunching every time the big man moved. “Thank god he’s hot as fuck.”

“Hey, your boyfriend here,” Harold said, slapping Tim on the shoulder, “asked me if I knew a way for a sure-fire good night. AND he said his boyfriend was the biggest man around. So as promised, allow me to demonstrate.”

He pulled the stopper on the amber bottle and extended it toward Tim.

“Babe, if you drink that you’re a fucking idiot,” Carl said. He flopped onto their king-size bed, his massive body causing the mattress to pop up on the other side.

“I… I, uh…”

“You trust me?” Harold said with a wink.

Tim chuckled. “Bro, I met you on Grindr. I picked you up outside a taco shop. I thought we were getting, like, molly or something.”

“Kick. Him. Out!” Carl barked.

Tim sighed. Then, in a surge of defiance, he reached for the bottle.

“Ah-ah-ah,” Harold said, pulling the vial back. “Just a drop at first. Hold out your tongue.”

Tim hesitated again, glancing over at his boyfriend (who had begun pawing at his dick through his shorts while he watched some porn on his phone), then caught a single drop on his tongue. “Fuck,” he said. “Fucking… burns.”

“Don’t spit it out,” Harold said. He put a drop on his own tongue, then corked the bottle.

Tim twitched like he’d been stung by something. “Damn, I…”

“Take off your clothes,” Harold said, pulling his dirty t-shirt off with one hand. “Trust me.”

“You fucking runts are killing my boner,” Carl said. “Get the fuck–”

Suddenly Tim’s muscles plumped, all at once. It was far bigger than a gympump, like his whole body had been inflated with air. He looked twenty pounds heavier! “Holy… shit…” Tim said, his voice slightly deeper. He grabbed a handful of his pecs, which now hung out a whole inch further than before. He flexed his arms, now too big to fit back in his sleeves. He ran his hands down his thickened abs, then turned around and grabbed the shelf of his muscular ass. Every bit of the gain had been solid muscle. Tim had gone from a lean underwear model to a pumped-up physique competitor in a moment.

“Holy… shit…” Carl said, snapping up in bed. He looked over at Harold, who had also gained muscle. He’d started with little tone to his narrow body, but now he had well-defined pecs and abs, his shoulders wider, his arms thickened. He clapped a hand down on his thicker, sinewy legs.

“Fucking cool, hunh?” Harold said. Tim couldn’t stop flexing. His underwear, the only article of clothing he’d left on, were stretched to their limit.

“I want some!” Carl said.

“First drop’s free,” Harold said, placing the bottle back in its case and snapping its shut. “The rest will cost you.”

“Pay him,” Carl ordered. Tim looked down at his doubled-in-size physique and chuckled.

“I dunno if you’re still giving the orders here, big guy,” Tim said. Carl shot Tim an icy glare, then ran a hand over his shaved head and stepped off the bed.

“How ‘bout I skip ‘orders’ and just put you through the fucking wall?” Carl said, shoving Tim hard. While his boyfriend put up more resistance than expected, Tim was still knocked off his feet by the much bigger man.

“Gentlemen! Calm down!” Harold said, laughing at the two brutes. “God, that’s what always happens. You big guys get bigger and then it’s punching and sweating. Look, guys, I’ll make it VERY easy. You don’t even have to pay money. Just invite me in. Make me your third. That’s what you guys were looking for, right?”

Carl, his massive arm still wrapped around Tim’s thickened neck, ready to squeeze, paused for a moment. Tim ceased his struggles as the two boyfriends looked at each other.

“You said it was my night to pick,” Tim said.

“Yeah, but I said I wanted a BIG dude,” Carl shot back through gritted teeth.

“Look at him! A little more of that stuff and he’ll be as big as you!”

“Fuck no,” Carl said. “I want to get even BIGGER.”

“So let’s invite him in. I’m vers,” Tim said, redirecting his attention to Harold.

“I’m top ONLY,” Carl said, releasing his chokehold on his boyfriend and reaching for a bottle. “And I want to be fucking HUGE. So big you gotta climb me like a mountain. And I just flex my pecs and shake you fuckers off like fleas. Cock so big you can’t even get your arms around it!” Carl tweaked the nipples on his big, juicy pecs, his eyelids fluttering as he imagined the scenario.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then,” Harold said with a chuckle. He uncorked the blue vial and put a drop on Tim’s tongue, then gave himself a drop of the yellow vial.

“Fuck, where’s mine?” Carl barked as Tim stepped back, flexing his muscles in anticipation of their growth. He swiped for the yellow vial but Harold stepped back.

“They all do different things,” Harold began, but Tim interrupted with a grunt as his muscles began to swell. His eyes went wide as his torso widened, his shoulders plumping, neck thickening, legs pushing themselves apart as his whole body filled up with shiny bulging muscles. Tim’s boxer-briefs stretched to their limit. Every movement spelled the end of another handful of threads, popping and splitting loudly.

“Fuck, I’m as big as you now!” Tim said, shoving Carl. He was not, however, bigger than Carl; the massive brute still eclipsed Tim, despite the smaller man standing nearly a foot wider. Carl didn’t budge, shoving Tim back.

“You fuck,” he said. Carl slapped Tim’s much bigger melon-sized glutes, licking his lips at the resounding thunderclap. Tim hit a most-muscular and gritted his teeth, intoxicated by his new size. This was the closest he had ever come to his gargantuan boyfriend’s size. He stomped a foot down and chuckled as the boxer-briefs finally gave way. He reached down and tore the remaining tatters off.

“Fuck,” he said as he noticed his meat between his legs. Before their eyes, his cock and balls were shriveling away! He grabbed at the reducing organ as if he could stretch it back out, but it continued to dwindle between his meaty fingers.

“Well, looks like you’re not that ‘vers’ anymore!” Carl laughed. “Look at that eeny-weeny little dinky!”

“Fuck you!” Tim said. “It’s just… my legs are so much bigger… that’s all…”

Carl thrust a thumb next to Tim’s rock-hard little dicklet, roaring with laughter as he found his thumb was actually bigger. “You ain’t fuckin’ anybody now, ‘big guy’!” Carl laughed. He snatched the blue vial from Harold and pried open Tim’s lips with the other hand. “Have another drop!”

“Oh, shit…” Harold said with a smirk, shaking his head. He gave himself another drop of the yellow liquid, groping his groin as his cock—and nothing else—plumped up. While he had walked in with a measly 4-incher, now his boxers were stuffed with six inches of soft hose, sure to be around ten inches (or more) when it got hard.

Tim’s body pumped up again. This time, he truly was bigger than Carl. Sweat poured from his newly blossomed physique, quivering as he examined himself. “Fuck, I’m so… so…” He was nearly 300 pounds of rock-solid, veiny mass. Tim’s handsome face had swollen with the size, now looking brutish and bovine. His limbs were so thick they looked inflexible. Carl was still taller, but Tim’s body eclipsed his boyfriend’s.

“Fuck… YES!” Tim roared. He brought his arms together (with some difficulty) and wrapped Carl in a bear hug, lifting the bodybuilder off the ground. “You’re light as shit!” He said, shaking Carl up and down. Despite all the power in his body, Carl’s struggles were nothing against the mattress-sized man his lover had grown into.

Harold crouched down and watched as Tim’s little dicklet got even smaller, dwindling down to tic-tac sized. “Damn,” he said. “Thing’s only good for peeing, now.”

Tim tossed Carl on the bed, face down, and hopped on top of him. He humped Carl’s ass furiously, roaring and pounding his big fists into the bed. With every thrust he groped his huge pecs, flexed his arms, but while he expected Carl to moan with ecstasy or cry out from being dominated, his boyfriend just started laughing.

“Fuck, I can’t feel a thing down there! Like, not a thing! Are you smooth as a Ken doll now?”

Harold sipped one more drop of yellow, grinning as his boxers split open releasing a now-rock-hard 14-inches of beer-can-thick cock. “Either of you guys need some cock, I got some right here,” he said. He flexed his hips, making the monster bob.

Tim tried to turn around to see Carl but was too swollen with muscle. “What’s—what’s he doing back there?” He stammered, flummoxed both by a tiny cock he couldn’t see past his pecs as well as the fact that his muscles were starting to incapacitate him despite their power.

Carl slid off the bed sideways, even as Tim tried to wrap him up in a clumsy bear hug. “That’s enough from Mega-Bottom here,” Carl said, giving Tim another slap on the ass. Tim waved his arms wildly before face-planting the bed, unable to flip his muscle bound physique.

Carl reached out and palmed Harold’s arm-length organ. “Now THIS is a fucking cock,” he said with a grin, lying his 8-inches atop it and chuckling. “Makes my meat look like nothin’!”

“You thinking about compromising that ‘top-only’ status?” Harold asked.

“Guys, hey guys,” Tim whimpered, his face muffled by a pillow. “Guys, I… I think I need to get fucked. I’m so damned horny! I’m trying to get off by rubbing my dick against the sheets but… fuck, I can’t reach my ass OR my dick!” Tim flailed his pumped-up limbs, each of them wiggling only a few inches.

“Yeah, we’ll get to you,” Carl said. He grabbed a handful of Tim’s ass, eliciting a loud moan. “Stay horny, big man.” Then he turned. “I don’t want to get huge at the expense of my dick…” he said, eyeing up the blue bottle. “And I’d love a bigger cock, but I’m wondering what that red one does.”

Harold shrugged. “Red potion might not be for you,” he said, pulling it toward him. “I’ve never seen anybody but the REALLY big guys get the most out of this potion.”

“The fuck—?!” Carl barked, curling up an arm into an impressive flex. “That’s 22 fucking inches right there!” He shouted, making the mound of his bicep jump.

Harold shrugged, raising an eyebrow. “I dunno, man. Red potion usually goes for, like… SUPER huge guys. I mean, you’re big and all—“

“Give some to me!” Tim shouted. “I’m WAY bigger than him now!”

“FUCK THIS!” Carl said, shoving Harold as he snatched the bottle away from him. With the cork off, the thin-necked bottle only dispensed a single drop at a time. He poured three out on his tongue before swallowing them back, then reconsidering and adding two more.

“Wow, five drops?” Harold said, wide-eyed above an open-mouthed grin. “Well, this is gonna be fun.”

“Damn right it is,” Carl said, stripping and patting down his pumped-up bod as he waited for changes to happen. He flexed his pecs, wagged his inflating dick, then twisted around to look at his ass. Nothing seemed to change. Then: “Fuck, I’m feeling it!”

“Five drops, pretty soon you’re gonna be feeling it BIG time,” Harold laughed, casually stroking his gigantic dick.

“It’s… making me horny. SUPER horny!” Carl said, strutting around the room. Harold laughed.

“No, that’s not what the red potion does. I think just pushing people around has that effect on you.”

“Fuck… FUCK!” Carl said, twisting his nipples as he rubbed his cock. “Tim, baby, I’m gonna pound that big ass of yours, got it?”

“PLEASE! This potion is making me so fucking horny, I need cock so bad…” Tim, as big as an inflatable raft, wriggled about a bit, still too big to move much.

“Guys, for serious, none of these potions make you horny,” Harold said. “You’re just whores.”

Carl wasn’t listening, already slathering lube into the enormous crack between Tim’s swollen muscle cheeks. “Fuck yeah,” he said, pounding away as Tim moaned into his pillow, the massive pile of muscles undulating as Carl bucked his hips. “Shit… babe…” he blurted out between labored breaths. “I think… you’re still… getting… bigger…”

Harold, casually stroking off while leaning against the bureau, chuckled at the revelation. Carl hadn’t noticed yet, but the big man’s size was slowly dwindling as he pounded Tim’s gigantic musclebutt. He’d only lost a few inches—which, next to the hyper-inflated Tim, wasn’t noticeable—but there was more change to come!

“Babe… shit… I never… hunh… thought I’d be into… fucking… unh… bigger… dudes…” Carl’s eyes were closed now, and while he’d shed a foot of height (remaining perfectly proportional), he hadn’t yet noticed.

Harold stepped forward, ready to embrace the moment of Carl’s recognition. As it was, the muscleman dwindled like a balloon with a slow leak. In just a moment, he would have to stand on his tiptoes just to reach Tim’s ass…

“What the FUCK?!” Carl said in a hilariously shrill voice.

“Babe, I haven’t been able to feel you for a little bit… what happened?” Tim said.

“I… I… fuck!” Carl stared up at Tim’s looming glutes, then turned to see Harold (now over a foot taller than he was). Carl backed away, but he was only about two feet tall by then. It was easy for Harold to grab him and hoist him into the air, holding him still while the rest of his size ebbed out of him.

“Put me down… you fucking freak… do you have any idea who I am… I’m a fucking alpha, I’ll kick your fucking ass… I’ll… I’ll…”

“Shhhhh!” Harold hissed when Carl could fit in the palm of his hand. One pinky finger was all it took to silence the muscleman. The rest of Harold’s fingers curled around his body, enjoying the feeling of the thick muscles, plump like grapes as he futilely struggled.

“What’s going on back there? What’s happening?” Tim moaned again.

Harold turned and placed little Carl on the center of Tim’s expansive back before running a finger down Tim’s lube-slick crack and getting his own monster cock ready.

“Oh… FAAAAHHHHHHHHK!” Tim exclaimed as Carl entered. As he fucked Tim, little Carl chirped at him, pointing with his tiny fingers, his little muscles flexing angrily as Harold fucked Carl’s boyfriend (and provoked much louder noises than Carl had moments before).

As Carl squeaked, Harold gathered a mound of spit in his mouth before launching it in one thick volley. Bullseyes, Carl was knocked off his feet, sputtering as he tried to wipe it off. Then, just as Carl got back to his feet, ready to charge the giant man making a cuckold out of him, Harold pulled out and blasted his cum all over Tim’s lower-back—absolutely frosting little Carl.

Tim came at the same time, pounding craters into the floor as his tiny dip spurted out a few drops. His massive muscles lurched, however, and slowly started to collapse into themselves. When the shedding subsided, Tim found himself with enough flexibility to do a push-up (sending glazed little Carl tumbling to the bed).

“Fuck, I… shrank…” Tim said. When he noticed Carl weakly trying to stand in the shadows of the two giant men before him. “Oh, shit, am I gonna get as small as him?” Tim asked.

“Nope,” Harold said with a smile. His dick was still enlarged, but he’d lost a few inches from before he had fucked Tim. “You cum and it wears off. You took multiple doses, so you gotta cum each of them out. Same with me.”

Hearing this news, Carl immediately grabbed his own barely-visible prick and started jerking, but Tim snatched him up in one bulky hand and plopped him on the bureau. He shuffled through a few drawers before producing some scotch tape. He affixed a few pieces to Carl’s wrists, pressing down hard to subdue his tiny little bodybuilder boyfriend.

Two more pieces of tape and Carl found his limbs splayed out in all four directions. His cock was still hard, begging for release, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

“Ready to fuck the rest of this potion out of me?” Tim asked Harold.

“Well, yeah, but what about him?” Harold chuckled.

Tim shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe we’ll help him get off after.”

Harold leered over the tiny man, poking each of his pecs, then running a fingertip down his distended roidgut.

“He’s so freaking cute!” Harold laughed.

“Yeah. Wondering what would happen if we gave him some of that blue potion and made him a round little ball of muscle,” Tim said as he twisted the gumdrop nipples on his enormous pecs.

“Or maybe we give him some yellow potion and give him a dick bigger than his whole body?”

Tim and Harold immediately latched together, entwining into passionate kissing, while Carl cursed them helplessly from his spot on the bureau. Harold’s hands searched Tim’s mastodonic musculature while Tim’s stubby fingers groped at Harold’s giant cock.

Carl wiggled his hips furiously, hoping for a single mote of friction to help him cum. His dick flopped back and forth, but got him no closer toward orgasm—despite how fucking sexy it was to see his muscled-up boyfriend get fucked by the big-dicked little guy. All Carl had to do was cum one time—just once—and maybe he would be big enough to join in the fun.