The Bodyguards – 4

Here we go! Bigger and Bigger!

Here's chapter 3 if you haven't read it yet

(This story contains Brothers, Muscle Growth, Pecs, Milking, Cock Growth, Balls Growth, Off-Season Mass, Inflation)

I could hear my naked bodyguards’ cocks smacking rhythmically against their thighs as they followed me into my stateroom. I stopped in front of a glass refrigerator.

“One of my pharmaceutical contacts recently gifted me with something I think will interest you.”

I pulled out two large syringes that were slowly churning with a viscous, clear liquid.

“This isn’t on the market, and never will be. It’s the most potent human growth hormone ever synthesized. Anything else you’ve ever injected would pale in comparison. This is what you might give someone if you were looking to recreate the Hulk in real life.”

The two giants in front of me licked their lips. I could see them beginning to imagine themselves at heretofore inconceivable sizes. They both were starting to get hard just looking at the doses in my open palm. I watched as their balls pulled upward toward their titanic cocks.

“Before you decide anything, I have to warn you: there is no antidote to these drugs, and there will be no mitigating the effects once they’ve started to kick in. Once it gets into your body, that’s it. You’re going to grow as big as modern science knows how to make you. And of course, there are side effects. One of the better-documented ones is extreme satyriasis—although increased sexual desire shouldn’t be a problem for you two, based on what I’ve seen of you online.”

The brothers exchanged glances and blushed.

“…But there’s also the problem of extreme hyperspermia. Your balls will get bigger, and you’re going to have to empty them several times a day. You’d better keep on top of that, because I don’t need you two cumming all over my desk when I’m in talks with a client. Understood?”

I took another look at their nuts. They were already each carrying around a pair of full-sized lemons. It was hard to imagine what they would look like if they got even bigger.

“There’s more,” I continued. One of the less common side effects is severe galactorrhea—lactation, to use the more common term.”

For the first time, they looked puzzled. Their erect, veiny monsters seemed to be gazing at me, too. They both were hard as steel now as they arched up toward me, twin drops of pre forming at the tip of both their cockheads.

Idly fingering his own hard 15-incher, one of the brothers said, “Lactation? You mean, like…” he reached up to squeeze his own nipple.

“Exactly so. It’s not unheard of. You’ve probably heard of bodybuilders whose pecs started to produce muscle milk after they juiced too much.”

The other brother, impatient, cut to the chase. “So will it make our pecs bigger?”

“Much bigger. You may have realized by now, things only go in one direction with me, and that’s bigger. One potential difficulty is that it may increase your sensitivity in that area, which could further drive up your libido and the frequency of your need to come. But, again, if that’s not an issue, I can assure you that you’ll grow faster than—”

“Just give us the injection, boss.”

“Yeah! Right here, right now! We want to grow for you!”

“Make us enormous!”

“We don’t care about the side effects.”

I couldn’t hide the devilish grin on my face.

“All right, boys. I guess you know what I like to hear.”

I got down on my knees and heaved their cocks onto my shoulders, one on each side.

“You’ll be interested to know this stuff isn’t administered into your glutes. The ideal injection site is somewhere else.”

I grabbed the set of balls dangling to my left and injected the first dose right into his testicle. He groaned but didn’t flinch or pull away. I turned and repeated the process with his brother. Then I grabbed the base of both their cocks, one in each hand, and gave them both a good rub.

“I can’t wait to see how this turns out, gentlemen. It looks like I’ll soon have the biggest bodyguards in the world. I know with all the extra size you’re going to keep me very safe indeed.”

“Thank you, boss! And…uhh, please don’t stop doing that.”

“Yeah, your hand feels amazing. I…oh shit, sorry!”

One of the brothers started when he realized that his cock had already soaked my shirt in precum. They had both started ejecting little streams of it nearly as soon as I’d started rubbing them.

“No need to worry, big guy. I like to keep my employees happy. And you both seem very satisfied right now.”

Their eyes were closed, their heads tilted back, groaning, “Fuck, yeah…”

Their cocks were still lying on my shoulders, like I was wielding two bazookas. I started moving my hands up and down their entire lengths.

“Oh, boss! You’d better stop before…”

“Before…!”

“UNGH!”

“UNGH!”

They both started shooting at the same time. I grabbed onto their massive muscle thighs for dear life as shot after shot splashed against the wall of my stateroom.

A moment later, the intensity of their moans wasn’t subsiding at all, even after 15 seconds of continuous orgasm. They just kept shooting, their hips still thrusting back and forth, catapulting still more cum over my shoulder. The heads of their cocks were flaring bigger with every spurt.

When it was over they collapsed straight to the ground, gasping for breath and covered in sweat.

“Boss…that was amazing.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll guess we have to do this more often now,” I said.

The only answer I got was their dazed smiles. Lying on their backs, their cocks were still shooting small streams of white goo up their wide torsos. It would be another ten minutes before they were fully themselves again, ready for another swim in the ocean.

***

A week later, I was going through a stack of documents in my downtown office when I heard the elevator chime.

I smiled as I pushed the last sheets of paper into a drawer and waited for my bodyguards’ arrival. I hoped their trip to the tailor had been successful. In the last seven days, my bodyguards had made incredible progress. I enjoyed following every step of it on the monitor in my office.

After our return to the city, the two had immediately stripped down and taken each other’s measurements, like two crazy teenagers. Fully naked, they flexed in front of each other, lovingly documenting every measurement to the sixteenth of an inch. The whole time, they remained in continuous full-body contact, until their dicks got caught on each other between their massive torsos and began to slick everything up with precum. A few minutes later, the geysers started blasting.

On the monitors, I began to observe them leaving their posts outside my office a few times a day for a little toilet break. Sometimes they even went together, getting someone else to cover for them so they could hurry to the bathroom and free their rigid cocks in front of each other. Their anacondas were always fully hard and ready to go—the only difference was that every time they pulled them out, they were very slightly longer. Sometimes they flexed in front of the mirrors, and the sight of that alone was enough to make them cum. If they were flexing for each other, just one pose was enough to get them blasting their loads onto each other’s chests.

I hadn’t liked losing them for the afternoon, but the visit to the tailor had been made necessary by their increasing size. Every time they escorted me somewhere, their already closely-fitted suits were snugger than before. The buttons around their chests, in particular, were a big problem. They had started giving way only three days after the injection.

Their necks, meanwhile, were becoming as thick as tree trunks, erupting out of their shrinking suit collars like redwoods. Their biceps were mere hours away from shredding their thin sleeves, and their pants were taxed to the limit with the effort of holding back their tremendous asses. Watching their swelling glutes made me hard all the time now—the rear seam of their pants was straining so hard against their cheeks now that the whole outfit looked painted on.

As incredible as their development was, the grand prize in terms of problems for the tailor had to go to the flies of their pants, which were holding back the most new weight. Their bulges were looking enormous these days, to the point where my other employees couldn’t help doing a double-take when they walked by. I actually didn’t think their cocks had grown too much in the last few days (despite the growth cream I could see them continuing to slather on their massive hard-ons), but their balls had at least doubled in size, which made it seem as if they’d each gained half a foot in length.

The elevator pinged, and the two bodyguards poured out of the small cabin like an avalanche until they got stuck trying to leave the elevator at the same time. Their pecs, bulges, and thighs all collided with each other, fighting for the limited doorway space. It was a dramatic entrance.

They looked terrific! My tailor had outdone himself. Even though they had more room in their suits now and the new fabric had more stretch in it, having suits two sizes larger made them look even bigger and more muscular than before.

I couldn’t get enough of their expressive eyes and wide, muscular faces. Every muscle group in their body was growing like crazy, even their jaws.

Their new collars were actually wide enough for their bull necks. At my request, the tailor had changed the cut of their shirts, giving them a deep V-cut so that their thick, hairy cleavage could be on display all the time. They would be able to flex and stretch without difficulty now, especially with the extra-generous pouches now gracing the space between their massive thunder thighs. It looked like they were trying to smuggle puppies into my office.

I stood up to greet them, and they turned to show off their outfits.

“What do you say, boss?”

“Say you like them.”

“You both look phenomenal.”

I went up to them to put a flat hand on each of their over-generous packages, rubbing them a little.

“He’d better have started already on the next set. I’m hoping these will be too small too in a few days.”

They smiled cockily.

“He said he’ll send us another set anytime we want. We just have to drop him our new measurements and even bigger suits will be on the way.”

“Excellent. I want my staff to be immaculately attired at any size.”

I turned my computer off.

“What would you boys say to a little adventure? I haven’t eaten much today. Let’s go out. My treat.”

“Anything you want, boss,” one of them said, already rubbing his belly.

“Yeah. I could eat a horse.”

“Wonderful. I know an excellent sushi place uptown. All you can eat.”