Bloomer, pt. 1

(I know there have been some longer ones on here lately, but this one's only a two-parter.)

Tyson hoped he was still asleep. The sight of an aching, oozing club and hefty balls where his subpar package should have been was certainly a dream come true in the context of slumber, but it was closer to a nightmare in the waking world. Instead of a thin five inches, the girthy pole had at least doubled in both length and width, his churning balls now the size of large eggs. Tyson had been dreaming of putting the eager organ to use, which explained in part how aroused he was upon waking, but the sheer volume of slick fluid trickling down his inflated cock was alarming, as was the painful ache throbbing at his core. He tried not to think about just how oversized his new equipment looked compared to the rest of his average-at-best build, the girthy monster looming like a caricature from his unremarkable, 5’9” frame. As he wrapped a trembling hand around it, Tyson couldn’t help but think that the hungry beast looked like a third forearm shooting up from the fly of his boxers, its new width not much different than one of his thin wrists.

“Oh fuck…oh fuuuuuck,” he whimpered, his head spinning at the intense bursts of pleasure shooting up his spine. He kept thinking that the distance his pumping fist traveled was far too great, the heavy orbs filling his other hand far too heavy, for any of it to be real. But as the pressure continued to build, the writhing young man knew without a doubt that he really was wide awake. “Are you…fucking…kidding me…” he groaned, his stomach on a plummeting, fluttering rollercoaster. “Why me?! This is such…bull…bullshit…”

Tyson’s flat chest heaved as he pumped, the images from his dream still lingering. Things had started simply enough, he’d been fucking Vanessa, the hot blonde from his Advanced Accounting class, when the encounter had taken a turn. While he’d been buried to the hilt in the busty blonde, he’d felt someone enter him from behind, a pair of strong, sturdy hands latching onto his chest. Tyson had been surprised, but not at all bothered, to see Deshawn, a brawny, dark-skinned hulk of a man smiling down at him as he’d hammered away. Suddenly, the entire lecture hall had gone from empty to packed, with all of his naked classmates, as well as the professor, watching the erotic display at the front of the room. And although Tyson had always been into women, in that moment, and thinking back on it now, everyone in the room struck him as equally attractive. It didn’t matter their gender, size, shape, or age; he wanted them all. After he’d erupted into Vanessa he’d wasted no time in bringing Deshawn to the ground with him so he could swallow Mark’s short, stout cock. The ginger was soft and heavyset, nothing like the curvy vixen he’d just finished with or the solid wall of muscle at his rear, but to Tyson there’d been no difference. Even the fact that it was all happening for an audience hadn’t done anything other than add to his arousal, an odd reaction for the normally modest man. Tyson wasn’t prude or overly shy, and he managed to land a hookup on at least a monthly basis, but he was far from the type to strut around in any state of undress, let alone put on a show.

Or at least he had been. As Tyson felt himself nearing the edge, he knew that much of his life was about to undergo a rapid, dramatic transformation. His body would bloom, he’d become tall and muscular, and his libido would ramp up to match the size of his enlarged equipment. He was about to become a hot, hung hunk, a strapping stud that would put even his brother to shame in the body department. When it came to his internal workings, though, Tyson was significantly less excited as the physical growth came with a hefty price tag. Even though it was a genetic disorder and not a contagious disease, everyone called it “himboenza” for a reason. The afflicted individuals may become smoldering, athletic Adonises, but the last four years Tyson had spent working towards a degree in Business were about to be rendered moot. When it was all said and done, he’d be lucky if he could still read at an elementary level, making his current career trajectory meaningless. And while Tyson was well aware that he never would have been the smartest guy in the room, he hadn’t been born with his brother’s effortless intelligence, he didn’t know if he was ready to be the dumbest, regardless of how hot he’d become.

Unfortunately, his body didn’t seem to care. Tyson’s vision blurred from the intensity of the release when he came, the copious eruption pulling pieces of himself along with it as the sticky fluid sprayed towards the ceiling. When it splattered back, peppering his torso and matting his short, coffee-colored hair, the spent young man could feel his anxiety fading. He was still a little on edge but it wasn’t anywhere near the frenzied panic he knew he should have felt, especially when he noticed the already-evident disconnect between his slowed thoughts and changing body. Tyson was on his feet and headed for his bedroom door before he even realized he was moving, or that he was still covered in cum and that his swaying, pendulous new package still dangled on display. He made no move to cover himself or put the girthy cock away as he stumbled down the hall, the thought not even occurring to him until he saw his brother standing at the kitchen counter, staring at his phone while a nearby coffee pot finished brewing.

As was usual for Tyler, the taller, older man was clad only in a pair of black boxer briefs. With his broad-shouldered, tapering torso, powerful arms, perky rear, and stuffed bulge, the handsome hunk was much more comfortable lounging in an exposed state. Where Tyson was average and slightly awkward, Tyler was sculpted and perfect. His raven hair accentuated his sharp, brooding features, the effect magnified by a coating of expertly maintained stubble, while his athletic frame sported just enough of a similar dusting to look masculine without being overly hairy. Unlike his younger sibling, Tyler had always been naturally fit and handsome, just like he’d always been naturally intelligent and charming. Everything just seemed to come easily to the boxer brief-clad beauty, which is why, at only 27, he was finishing a med school residency while Tyson was getting average grades in an average business degree.

“Mornin’ broooOOH FUCK! What…is that…is that what I think it is,” Tyler sputtered, his eyes going wide when he finally looked up from his phone and saw his brother’s altered equipment.

The younger man blushed and shrugged, uncertain how to feel at being the more endowed one for a change. They’d both seen each other naked countless times growing up, even with the four year age difference between them, but not quite like this. “I was…uh…hoping you could tell me,” he said with a bashful grin. “It was like this when I woke up.”

Tyler took a deep breath and gave his brother a quick look up and down. “How do you feel? Anything hurt? Lightheaded? Nauseous?”

Tyson shook his head. “Nope. I feel fine. I think? My head feels kinda…fuzzy…but not, like, bad or anything. I’m just suuuuuuuper horny,” he half-groaned, apparently oblivious to the odd nature of the admission.

“Yep. Definitely sounds like you’re a bloomer,” Tyler nodded. He stepped forward and took Tyson by the shoulders to give his brother a closer inspection, grinning at the drying patches of cum all over the younger man. “Guess I don’t need to ask if it works,” he chuckled. “Don’t worry…I don’t care as long as you clean up after yourself.”

Tyson blushed again, finally feeling a slight stab of embarrassment. His slowed thoughts had caught up to his disheveled, exposed state, aided by the note of condescension in his brother’s voice. While never cruel, at least not in his own eyes, Tyler had always treated the smaller man more like a pet than a peer, talking down to his brother and rubbing his many accomplishments in Tyson’s face. He always relished any opportunity to embarrass his younger sibling, and not even a life-altering medical condition could apparently change that. “Is that what this is? Do I really have…it? What’s going to happen to me?!” Tyson asked.

“You’re finally becoming a man, lil’ bro,” Tyler said, giving Tyson’s ass a quick swat as he trotted over to grab his medical bag. “Probably not a smart one, but you’ll be a big one. You can get a general idea of how someone’s going to end up by the initial growth. The bigger IT is, the bigger YOU’LL be. And the bigger you are, well…” he trailed off and tousled Tyson’s sticky hair. “That’s nothing new for you, though, right? I mean, if one of us had to bloom like this, at least the universe picked the right one,” he laughed as he went through a quick physical examination.

“Fuck you,” Tyson barked, his whole body lighting up at the other man’s touch. “This isn’t funny!”

“Uh…no, thank you,” Tyler laughed again, turning Tyson slightly to the side to avoid the massive cock as it steadily surged to life. “Give me a heads up if that thing’s going to blow.”

Tyson wanted to be embarrassed, he knew he should have been, but his body was on fire. It wasn’t his brother specifically that caused the reaction but the physical contact, his body responding on a primal level. “Just…just tell me what’s going to happen,” he grunted, shivering at the sensation of the stethoscope on his chest.

“You already know what’s going to happen, bud,” Tyler said, hanging the stethoscope from his bare, broad shoulders. “There’s no secret to it. Some guys your age bloom like this. We went over it in my classes, but no one knows why or what causes it. Sometimes it just happens. We’ve all seen those guys around, you know? The good news is that you’re not in any danger, medically speaking. Your vitals are all fine, and there aren’t any recorded incidents of someone being harmed when this happens. It’s like a second, rapid-onset puberty, but on steroids. And, hey, like I said, this is probably going to be a win for you, right? You weren’t doing anything with that noggin before. And now that you’ve got a real dick, you might actually get laid more than…”

“I SAID IT’S NOT FUNNY,” Tyson roared, grabbing his brother by the back of the neck and shoving him face-first against a nearby wall. It wasn’t until that moment that he noticed he’d started growing all over, his hand and arm looking huge as he easily held the no longer-larger man in place. “YOU ALWAYS MAKE FUN OF ME! YOU ALWAYS HAVE,” Tyson barked, a swell of pride surging through him when he also realized his brother was no longer taller. He actually looked slightly down at Tyler now, and the older man’s sculpted physique was suddenly less impressive. Tyson’s flat chest now jutted out in a muscular shelf, his newborn abs adorning a tapering muscle gut that was framed by the inflating arms on either side. The growing, growling hunk felt his boxers tear away against his expanding rear and widening thighs, adding to the primal rush coursing through him. “You want to embarrass someone? How’s this,” Tyson asked, reaching down and effortlessly tearing Tyler’s boxer briefs free. He couldn’t believe how small his once-giant brother seemed, like a switch had been flipped. The man he’d both looked up to and resented his whole life had become weak and scrawny by comparison, now an object of pity rather than envy. “Still feel like a big tough guy? Want to try and push me around some more,” Tyson grunted, giving his brother’s bare bubble a slap before easing up on the pressure.

The now-bigger man noticed the immediate shift in their dynamic when Tyler turned around and looked up at him. While he might end up losing his ability to read books, Tyson’s transformation into a purely physical creature had apparently granted him an increased ability to read people in a way he previously couldn’t. His brother’s body language was noticeably more submissive, and for the first time he sensed genuine intimidation in the older man. “Okay, okay! Geez, I’m sorry,” Tyler sputtered, his naked, chiseled frame going crimson. “I was just fucking around, man. No need to freak out on me. Won’t happen again.”

There was a moment of silence as the naked pair stared at each other, Tyson looking down and Tyler looking up. “Good,” the hulking brunette said, his expression softening. There was no need to hold a grudge now that he’d established his dominance, and he could always remind Tyler of the new rules if his brother forgot his place. “Dude, I’m fuckin’ huge,” he laughed, eliciting a wince when he reached out and tousled his brother’s hair for a change. “You’re so small now!”

Tyler took a deep breath, clearly uncomfortable now that he’d lost control of the situation. He didn’t like the way Tyson’s now-massive hand could palm his head like a basketball, and he especially didn’t like the way his brother’s inflated organ dwarfed his own exposed package. “Why don’t we do this? You go get cleaned up and get, uh, acquainted with your new body, and I’ll give Hank a call. Remember him,” he asked, careful to keep the condescension out of his voice. “He’s my buddy who graduated a couple years ago. He’s working as a physician now, so he can come over and ‘officially’ check you out. He’s a big dude, too, so I’ll ask him to bring some gear. Then we can call everyone else and bring them all up to speed, okay?”

“Okay,” Tyson shrugged, lumbering off towards the bathroom. He couldn’t believe how heavy his steps were, how different his expansive body felt as it rubbed against itself with the slightest movement. Like his brother, everything suddenly seemed so small. Too small. Tyson had to duck and turn to get through doorways. He couldn’t pull the curtain shut in the shower without constantly brushing against it, and the knobs were ridiculously small in his huge hands. Instead of hitting him on his scalp, the showerhead was now almost at face level, spraying onto his inflated pecs.

Since the confining curtain was so annoying he’d left it open, along with the bathroom door, but that didn’t stop him from exploring his altered physique as Tyler suggested. Tyson flexed and groped his abundant bulk, marveling at how powerful he felt. He still wasn’t thrilled at the way his thoughts trudged through the quagmire his brain had become, but the fear he’d felt just a short time ago had eased considerably. He could still read most of the ingredients when he picked up a shampoo bottle, though some of the longer words now escaped him, and concepts like basic arithmetic still made sense when he tried a few mental equations. Assuming things didn’t get worse, Tyson felt like he could live with what he had left, especially with his physical enhancements to compensate.

He still relished the rush of dominance he’d felt when he pinned Tyler to the wall and stripped his brother’s underwear free, a memory he lingered on while blasting all over the shower. And without as many troublesome filters in place telling him he shouldn’t be groping himself and jerking off in full view of anyone who might look, there was nothing to stop him from fully enjoying himself. He kept thinking he should be embarrassed by his actions and what he’d become, he was still aware of how he’d been just a few hours before, but the actual experience of humiliation never arrived.

As the morning turned into afternoon, it seemed like the emotion was truly gone for good. Without any clothes that would come anywhere close to fitting between them, Tyson had no choice but to lumber around the apartment naked while they waited for Tyler’s friend. His pendulous package swayed, twitching, hardening, and reluctantly softening, all in full view of his increasingly uncomfortable sibling. More than the pleasant sensations of his body and brain being unencumbered, Tyson enjoyed the way his exposed proportions made his pretty-boy brother squirm. There was an obvious intimidation as he stood against the wall and let Tyler measure his new 6’8” height, and when he made the other man confirm the length of his inflated, eleven inch cock. Just to twist the knife, Tyson had made his brother pull his own cock out and measure it too, making the other man admit that he now came up short by over four inches. It was the kind of bullying Tyler had done to him for years, and the naked giant loved that all he’d had to do was grunt and scowl to get his former tormentor to do as he was told.

When Hank arrived, the brawny ginger gave Tyson another quick exam and drew some blood before cementing the younger man’s fate. “You definitely bloomed, big guy,” he said, squeezing the hulking brunette’s shoulder. At 6’4” and well over 250 pounds the burly physician was far from small, but even he had to look up to meet the bigger man’s gaze. “I’ll send the bloodwork off to the lab and see where the enzymes are at, but I think you’ve more or less stabilized at this point.”

“Is that…good? What do I do now,” Tyson asked, looking down at his aching, oozing cock. Being naked and hard in front of the strapping physician was enough to muster an echo of anxiety, but only barely. More than anything, he’d enjoyed being inspected and touched by the other man.

“That’s entirely up to you,” Hank shrugged. He folded his meaty arms across his chest and looked over at Tyler, waiting for the other man to nod before continuing. “The good news is that, physically speaking, you’ve likely never been healthier. As much of an adjustment as this is, you’ve got something that a lot of guys spend a lot of years trying to achieve. Believe me, I know,” he sighed, looking down at himself before nodding at Tyson’s oozing rod. “And that should subside a bit once your hormones settle and things calm down. You’ve heard how it goes, right? I don’t know what your type was before all this, but your, uh, palate has probably expanded. You’ll know what you like when you see it, so don’t be surprised if you find yourself strongly attracted to someone you wouldn’t have been before. You guys pump out all kinds of pheromones on your own, so, you know, have fun,” he winked with a grin. “As far as the rest, you’ve got options. Unfortunately, we don’t see a lot in the way of recovery when it comes to things like attention and IQ, but that doesn’t mean you can’t keep going on a similar path to what you’ve been doing. Tyler told me you’re graduating at the end of this semester? Since this usually hits guys your age if it’s going to happen, most universities actually implemented programs to accommodate once this sort of thing became more common. I can’t say for sure, but, given how close you are to finishing, they’ll probably let you wrap up with a modified Phys Ed program. Lots of gym time and sports, and you still get to graduate with a ‘generalized’ degree. Or you can stop going altogether if you’re no longer interested. Either way, I’ll make sure to send Tyler all the official documentation later today. Just take it to the Accessibility Services office and they’ll get you squared away, okay?”

Tyson nodded. A part of him rejected the notion of being relegated to what sounded like little more than an adult day care program, but a bigger part was thrilled. Though he knew that sitting through classes the way he’d done before was out of the picture, he didn’t actually want to stop going to school. He liked being on campus, he had friends there, and he was excited to experience things from his new perspective. He said as much to his parents when Tyler finally called them, ignoring their requests for him to come home. He understood their concerns, he just didn’t share them. A doctor had told him he’d be fine, he still had his brother around; there was no reason for him to pick up and move back home. He needed to prove to them, and himself, that he was still independent and could still do things on his own.