Fir Hollow, ch. 21: A Whittle Growth

“Looks like a good batch,” Ted said, giving an approving nod as he eyed the plethora of carven phalluses lining the table.  The wooden penises came in all shapes, sizes and levels of detail, from small, primitive fetishes to larger, intricately hewn works of art.  Some could be worn as a pendant or attached to a keychain, while others would be more at home on a shelf or displayed on an end table.  Despite their appearance they weren’t actually meant to be used as any kind of sex toy, though Kurt worked them until they were smooth to the touch and finished with a glossy sheen.  The woodgrain was stunning, almost hypnotic as it flowed and swirled along the whittled shafts and around the spherical mounds of the plump balls.  Kurt didn’t use the typical basswood like most whittlers, nor did he use cedar, pine, or any of the other common materials of the trade.  He’d found a wood that was one-of-a-kind, just like his own had become.

“They oughta be,” Kurt grumbled, his furry, pecs heaving as he caught his breath.  “I’ve had more’n enough practice.”  It took him longer than the other man to recover.  While Ted had already wiped himself down and was perusing his latest order, Kurt’s gargantuan member was still rigid and throbbing.  The middle-aged hunk shivered as he sat up, his impossibly fat balls squishing between his meaty thighs and the floor while he clutched the two foot beast against his burly torso and hefted himself into a nearby chair.  The sensation of the pulsing monster brushing against his cum-slick chest hair, the glistening, bulbous head scratching against his wide, stubble-covered jaw elicited a loud groan, but Kurt barely noticed.  Since they were only ever there for the wood he carved or the wood attached to his body he’d long since given up on being embarrassed when people stopped by his shop, especially Ted.

He’d known the other man for decades, though Kurt never imagined there’d be a time when it would be his cock aching at the sight of Ted’s fit, naked frame.  His friend was a few years older than himself, having just crossed into his early fifties, but other than the salt-and-pepper hair and slightly weathered features it was hard to tell.  Kurt was still in solid shape for a man about to exit his forties, with a broad, brawny body that had driven the women of Fir Hollow wild for years, but from the neck down Ted possessed the body of someone half his age.  He was still tight and lean with smooth, defined muscle compared to Kurt’s furry bulk, and sported a perfectly proportional cock that was above average without being excessive like the rugged stud’s improbable member.  Ted had been openly gay for as long as Kurt had known him, somehow managing to avoid the hardships that normally came with such a status in a small rural town, but while he’d let his friend blow him a few times in their younger days, Kurt had never expressed any similar interests.  Not until he’d cut the tree down.

Ted gave his friend a sympathetic smile and shook his head.  “I told you to stay away from that grove.”

“You didn’t tell me it’d do this!”  Kurt shivered again as he cradled the rigid mammoth against him with a beefy arm.  It was more comfortable to keep it upright until it finally went back to sleep, but the process was a bit of a struggle as each subtle shift sent a fresh dart of pleasure through him.

“I didn’t know,” Ted shrugged.  “Despite what you think, I’m not aware of EVERYTHING up in those hills.  And I’m in control of even less.  I just know what to avoid when I see it.  You’re lucky I was able to stop this thing from getting any bigger.”

Kurt gasped when Ted stepped over and gripped his throbbing idol with both hands again, giving a few gentle tugs.  He grasped the arms of his chair and let his head fall back while the other man took over.  It was clear the eager, oversized obelisk wasn’t done with him yet, so he might as well let Ted have his fun.  “I know.  I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, I just…” he let go of the chair and began working the wide base and his hefty balls while the other man focused on the top third, the pressure already building.  It was like an expanding balloon in his muscle gut that wrapped around the base of his spine and spread down his thighs, an ever growing tightness that made him feel like he was being turned inside out when it finally spilled over.  “I don’t even mind the carving so much.  If I gotta make these dicks all the time then so be it.  But how come that punk on the skateboard gets to run all over town with his dick hanging out, or those other three fellas you were tellin’ me about, but everyone still looks at me like I’m a goddamn freak?”

“Because those guys didn’t cut down a signal tree.  It wasn’t just American Indians who used those.  That tree was a beacon.  It was a lighthouse in the forest that told things from the other side where to meet and gather.  And then you went and cut the damned thing down and got their attention.”  Ted sighed and shook his head, loving the look of wide-eyed bliss growing on his friend’s weathered features.  With his full head of chocolate hair Kurt was still every bit as handsome as he’d always been, massive cock or not.  He’d exaggerated a bit when he’d said he was viewed as a freak.  It was true that he couldn’t walk around with his third leg wagging openly the way some others in town could, but he still enjoyed a certain amount of popularity with a specific segment of the local population.  “This is forest magic,” Ted said, sounding wistful as he used the streaming pre-cum to aid his strokes.  “Old as the earth itself and strong as that mountain.  There are older forces out there, stronger, too, but I can tell you right now you’d only be making things worse if you tried to mess with those to undo this.”

Kurt whimpered, more from the crowning pressure than Ted’s speech.  He’d heard it countless times over the course of the last year, but he always hoped his friend would come up with some new information or a way out of his current predicament.  Ever since cutting down the gorgeous tree, all the woodworker had been able to carve were the myriad cocks while his own formerly average package grew to heaping proportions and his desires shifted from one half of the locals to the other.  Ted had been able to use his magic to stop the growth, but his friend had been unable to do anything about his new shape or his compulsion to carve, to say nothing of the effect he had on the men who came by, or that his carvings had on the people who possessed them.  As his works spread around town, the stories about men seeking them out specifically to get a boost in size had gradually made their way back to him.  They didn’t grow to Kurt’s magnificent proportions, and the fact that those men quickly lost interest in the women they were attempting to grow for didn’t seem to matter.  It was Ted who came up with the idea to sell them out of Canal Books downtown.  He’d always stocked a selection of local artwork in his bookstore, and the carven cocks were kitschy enough to attract the eye of both locals and tourists.  They always sold out as soon as they were restocked, leaving Kurt with a booming business whether he’d wanted it or not.

Ted took a step back at Kurt’s guttural grunt, avoiding the eruption as it launched towards the ceiling.  It splattered down as a sticky rain, a glob of which the lean man scooped up with a finger and slurped into his mouth.  It lacked the magic punch that his three young friends provided, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the surprisingly sweet, nutty taste.  “Better?”  Kurt could only blink at Ted for several moments before finally giving a feeble nod.  “Good!  I need to get this batch back to the shop, and if I don’t leave now I’m bound to be playing up here all day.”

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Ben shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his fingers drifting to the wooden medallion beneath his thin t-shirt.  He’d been afraid at first that people would be able to see the outline of the phallic shape as the cotton stretched across his prominent pecs, a fear that was normally reserved for his fitted pants or loose gym shorts.  But while no one seemed to pay any attention to the necklace, his original anxieties were becoming a growing concern.  Literally.  In the two weeks since he’d bought it, his package had nearly doubled in size.  He’d caught Ted as the older man was putting a fresh batch on display, having just come back from Kurt’s workshop with the odd pieces.  Ben had been embarrassed, but he knew they sold out fast, so he’d snagged one of the smaller ones, not really believing that it would do anything.  Still, he was willing to give anything a shot.  He was trying to impress Nadia, and despite his fit build, complete with broad shoulders, boy-next-door face, and powerful arms, he knew he’d need some help.  The dark-haired beauty was one of the most gorgeous women in town, and had been with some of the most gorgeous men, which left Ben feeling all the more insecure about his meager five inches.  He was skilled in its usage, and he had no doubts that if he had the chance he could prove that to her, but he also wouldn’t mind hefting some extra meat around in the locker room.  Ben was tired of being the smallest guy in the showers, and he hated that no matter how finely he honed his abs, or built up his perky bubble, or sculpted his pecs, there was nothing he could do about the lackluster equipment between his powerful thighs.

He’d been thrilled when the necklace appeared to have an effect almost immediately.  The very next day Ben noticed an extra girth to his formerly thin little rod, and it wasn’t long before the width was joined by length.  Over the course of the next week, five inches became five-and-a-half, then six, then six-and-a-half, all the way up to eight so far, and all with an accompanying puff and swelling of his constantly-churning balls.  Ben wasn’t surprised to discover how horny the process left him, but he was surprised by the shift in exactly who he found attractive.

Nadia became an afterthought almost immediately.  Like someone flipping a switch, Ben suddenly couldn’t keep his eyes off the men around him.  At work in the warehouse, at the gym, drinking with his buddies; the fit blonde’s changing body practically vibrated with confusing desire.  He’d hesitated in the beginning, trying to resist the awkward, masculine fantasies that started to creep into his many jerk sessions each day, but by the end of the first week he’d given in.  He couldn’t even get hard thinking about Nadia anymore, or any woman, while the slightest notion of a man left him hard and throbbing.  He’d tried to tell himself it was a natural extension of the whole process, that he was so focused on his own inflating package that of course he’d find himself thinking about how it stacked up to other guys’.  But that explanation only went so far when he shifted from simply remembering what someone’s naked body looked like in the locker room to fantasizing about what it would be like to experience firsthand.

Considering their novelty, Ben was surprised by the depths of depravity to which his new longings traveled, and how quickly they went there.  In his twenty-seven years the charming blonde had never been overly adventurous in his sex left, but that would be hard to tell for anyone witnessing the events unfolding in his aroused brain.  Ben didn’t simply swap men into the roles women used to fill; he blew it all up and started from scratch.  Instead of jamming his fattened cock into someone missionary style, or with them on top bouncing on his lap, it was himself that usually landed on the receiving end.  He imagined his enlarged cock slapping against Arnie’s hefty gut while he squirmed on his older coworkers lap with the same unabated glee that he saw himself going down on the now-gorgeous young trainer with the chiseled jaw and jet-black hair at the gym.  Fat, thin, built, lean, younger, older; it didn’t matter.  Ben had become more obsessed with everyone else’s cock than his own.

And none of it was stopping.  Ben hadn’t crossed the line with anyone yet, but it was only a matter of time.  Now nearing the end of his second week with the necklace, the growth seemed to have picked up speed, bringing with it a related increase in the intensity of his desire.  Just now he’d had to scamper from the gym when his cock surged to life, a state that his mesh shorts were helpless to conceal.  The loose fabric already showed off his stuffed basket as it was, an aspect of his growth spurt that Ben still wasn’t entirely comfortable with, and there was nothing it could do to hide the giant tent he’d sported before he even made it to his car.  He could already tell it had gotten bigger based on how tight everything felt, but he wouldn’t be able to confirm that until he’d made it back home.  If he’d whipped his aching rod out right there in the car there’d be no putting it back until he’d relieved himself, and the last thing Ben wanted was to be caught jerking off in public.  He pulled into his driveway and gave a quick glance to make sure no one was around before scurrying inside, wincing as each step caused his throbbing pole to pinch and rub in the confining underwear.

Ben’s relief was cut short when he saw his neighbor, Jason, standing inside.  They were roughly the same age, but where Ben was built and sculpted, the other man was long and lean, with a toned, defined build.  They’d been friends for years, and it wasn’t uncommon to let themselves into the other’s house, but the timing couldn’t have been worse for Ben.  Or better, if his throbbing cock was asked for an opinion.

“Oh, hey man,” Jason said, the boyish features beneath his trimmed beard taking on a pink hue as he looked down at his boxer-clad state.  “My washer’s still busted, so I brought a load over.  Thought you’d be at the gym longer,” he laughed.

Ben swallowed hard, his eyes immediately dropping to the front of his friend’s thin, polka-dot underwear.  He knew what lay beneath, he’d fantasized about the long, supple organ plenty over the preceding days, but he hadn’t expected to see it so soon.  “It’s, uh, it’s cool, I just need toooUUHHNN!”  Ben shivered and spasmed when he took a step forward and felt a sudden release of pressure.  It was immediately followed by a new sensation, that of his thin t-shirt and the elastic of his shorts rubbing against the underside of his sensitive beast.

Jason stepped forward, instinctively reaching out with a long arm.  “Whoa!  You okay dude?”

“Ye...yeah...I mean...no...I gotta…” Ben stammered, feeling a bolt of pleasure rocket through him at the slightest movement.  Without hesitating he stripped free of the shirt, his gasp joining with Jason’s at the sight of the thick club poking up out of his shorts.  It was like someone had taken a ten-inch beer can and stuck to his abdomen where his cock should have been, while a pair of plump balls were clearly outlined against the shorts underneath.  “Fuck!”

“Holy shit, man!  What the fuck is that?!”  Jason took a step back, his eyes wide as he stared at his friend’s girthy member.  He was as familiar with the other man’s naked body as Ben was with himself, which made the sight all the more jarring.  Until he saw the necklace nestled between his friend’s chiseled pecs.  “Dude...you didn’t.  You really went and got one of those weird wooden dicks?!”

Ben didn’t know what to say.  He kept staring back and forth between his oozing cock and Jason, his jaw hanging open in stunned silence.  “I...I...it wasn’t that big earlier…” he finally said, feeling like a deer in headlights.  “I heard about these carvings and I thought I’d...I wanted to try and score with Nadia but…”

“You know it’s possible to have too much of a good thing, right,” Jason asked with an awkward laugh.  He reached up and rubbed his chestnut beard, increasingly aware of Ben’s lingering eyes.  “What, uh, what do you think she’s going to do with something like that, exactly?”  Jason reached down before his friend could respond, hooking a pair of fingers into his shorts at the hips and tugging them down along with his underwear.  Ben gasped again, but the blonde stud didn’t try to resist or pull away as his fat log and oversized balls flopped free.  The hairy orbs were like a pair of juicy oranges, each one requiring its own palm to heft.

Ben kicked free of his discarded bottoms in a daze, blushing as he stood in nothing but his white gym socks and the phallic necklace.  He wondered at Jason’s reaction, but after a week of fantasizing and trying in vain to hold back his now-overwhelming desires he didn’t much care.  “This...this thing is massive,” Ben mumbled, his eyes going wide when he failed to close his hand all the way around it.  He reached up with the other and gripped the wooden amulet, his eyes fixed on the way Jason’s boxers were beginning to twitch.  “I’d heard the rumors, but I didn’t think these things would actually work.”

“You can just keep that thing to yourself,” the tall brunette laughed, squeezing his semi-hard cock through his underwear.  “I’m perfectly happy the way I am, thank you.”  He let go and reached out to grip his friend’s pulsing beast, a wry grin on his face.  “Well...you wanted to be bigger.  I’d say that’s mission accomplished.”

Ben hissed and instinctively thrust his hips against Jason’s hand.  He reached out and grabbed the other man’s forearm, not to pull the hand away, but to hold it in place as he bucked again and again.  “Ffffuuuuuuuuuuck,” he moaned, his pendulous balls swinging with the motion.

Instead of letting go, the normally-straight Jason let his friend hump away, watching it all with an amused expression.  “Never thought I’d say this, but it sure is pretty,” he said, leaning down to get a closer look at the thickened organ.  “Hell of a show piece.”

Ben’s eyes were wide as he gazed at his friend’s smug grin.  “I’m...I’m sorry man...I just can’t help it.  Fuck...this is intense…”

“It’s cool,” Jason shrugged, using his free hand to push his boxers down.  The seven inch banana that sprang free, normally so imposing, now looked small next to Ben’s oversized cock.  “New toy’s no good unless you play with it.”  The blonde jock groaned at the sight of his friend’s luscious log, his own oozing monster forgotten as he grabbed it and started stroking.  The reality of the warm organ against his hand, and the soft, hairy orbs underneath, was infinitely better than any of his fantasies.  “I mean, I was talking about yours but I guess that works,” Jason laughed, watching Ben’s determined expression.  After a few minutes of tugging the muscled hunk dropped to his knees and swallowed as much of it as he could, his enlarged balls nearly dragging against the wooden floor as he knelt.  The taller man let his friend bob for a few minutes, loving the sight of Ben’s broad shoulders flexing, and the feel of the strong hands clutching his solid little rear.  But he had other ideas, and as much as he enjoyed the view of Ben’s blonde scalp, he wanted to see the other man’s altered meat.  “You know...it occurs to me that a ‘show piece’ is really all that thing is anymore,” he said, pulling away and guiding Ben back to his feet.  He took his friend’s hands and wrapped them around the inflated cock, nodding for the blonde to start pumping away on himself while he watched.  “Like I said, you can have too much of a good thing, and it’s going to take a special kind of someone to handle that big boy.  But you,” Jason said, coating his fingers in the ample pre-cum dripping steadily with each pull, “could always do the handling.”

“HHOOUUHH!”  Ben howled when Jason’s slick fingers pressed briefly against his tight hole before slipping inside.  He went up on his toes, still pumping away on his aching girder while his friend began working the digits.  Even now the blonde Adonis was embarrassed to admit that he’d had this very fantasy, though as with everything else the confusing reality was far, far superior.  “Oh...oh god...dude...put...put it in me...ple...please...you...you gotta…” Ben couldn’t believe he was begging Jason to fuck him, but he couldn’t stop himself either.  It was the logical conclusion to everything that had happened, the inevitable outcome that would map out his looming future.  He already knew what Jason’s cock looked like, and now he was familiar with how it felt in his hand and against his tongue.  All that left was to get it inside.

Ben was starting to understand.  As Jason loosened him up and then took a seat in one of the wooden chairs from his dining room, the eager blonde began to put the pieces together.  He now knew why his desires had grown in time with his cock, and just what the intimidating beast was for.  It was a signal, a beacon for men to see and enjoy while he enjoyed what they had to offer.  Just as it had pulled Jason in, the plump, pretty organ would have the same effect on others, whittling away any hesitations or inhibitions that would keep them from giving in.  It wasn’t meant to be hidden away and stuffed inside someone; it was meant to be enjoyed and appreciated while they stuffed themselves inside him.

Though he’d never done anything even remotely similar, Ben’s body was on autopilot as he straddled Jason’s lap and lowered himself down, giving a long, low moan when the brunette’s cock slipped into his virgin opening.  His friend’s big hands clamped onto his muscled bubble, guiding his rolling hips while Ben reached down and began working the ten-inch monster wedged between them.  He didn’t know which was better, the way Jason’s eyes lingered on his leaking club or the way the other man felt inside him, but both at the same time was an ecstasy that Ben didn’t know was possible.  And since he’d been fantasizing so intensely over the previous weeks, there wasn’t any hesitation.  The straight stud was long gone before Jason’s cock came anywhere near him, replaced by the overly-hung, eager bottom that had grown to take his place.

Ben came so hard he went hoarse from screaming.  The explosive eruption and echoing wails, along with the sweet, nutty scent that wafted like a cloud, were further signals to anyone who might be interested.  He had a place to gather and plenty of meat for all the boys who wanted it, free for the taking.

“Oh...oh wow…” Jason sighed when he’d finished unleashing his own impressive load.  It was nothing compared to the soaking his chest and face had received, but instead of being disgusted by the sticky coating he squirmed contentedly.

“Yeah.  Wow.”  Ben nodded, grinning as he ground his softening equipment against Jason’s toned stomach.  It didn’t seem to be getting any smaller as it lost its rigidity, but Ben was suddenly less concerned with concealing things, and he was already thinking about the changes he’d need to make to his wardrobe to accentuate his new endowment.  “Uh, sorry about the mess,” he said, running a hand across his friend’s toned, sticky chest.

“Just means I did a good...job...” Jason said, giving Ben’s ample cheeks a squeeze.  He was starting to look confused as the afterglow faded, his arrogant smirk giving way to concern.  “Dude...did we really just fuck?  What are we…” he trailed off when he looked down and saw Ben’s hefty package nestled against him, the anxiety leaving as quickly as it came.

“...going to do until you’re ready to go again?”  Ben wrapped his arms around Jason and pulled him in for a kiss, rolling his hips on his friend’s lap while their tongues met for the first time.  “We’ll think of something.”

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Voting Options

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Option 1: A man comes to town and starts making wagers over games of darts at Tucker’s Pub, but more than money is on the line.

Option 2: After pulling down and destroying a scarecrow in a farmer’s field, a group of young men find themselves hanging on poles all over town.

Option 3: A group of con men contractors rip off a man trying to refurbish the old theatre downtown, only to find themselves a recurring act performing on the stage.

Option 4: Old issues of the Fir Hollow gazette begin appearing all over town, with local residents living out and becoming the scandalous stories printed inside.