Big Enough for Two? - Part 3

Parker didn’t get to see either Tim or Luca for about two days because they were busy with school and work—assignments, late shifts, back-to

Parker didn’t get to see either Tim or Luca for about two days because they were busy with school and work—assignments, late shifts, back-to-back meetings, and deadlines. But somehow, not a single hour passed without a message from one of them popping up on Parker’s phone. He smiled whenever he saw the notifications, emojis that ranged from fire to peach to muscle arms, and texts begging for photos.

“C’mon. Flex those pecs for me. You know I miss them 😍.” Tim’s message said.

“I bet that big butt of yours misses my hands. 🤭 Prove me wrong.” Luca texted.

Parker, being the cocky and proud muscle god he was, couldn’t resist. He started modestly with a mirror selfie in only his sweatpants, showcasing the deep shadows of the V of his hips under the light.

But as the requests kept coming, the photos escalated. Parker sent Tim one that showed him standing at the edge of his bed, shirtless, flexing his arms as he turned his torso only enough for the light to hit the ridges of his chest and abs, showcasing how much his pecs jutted out impossibly thick. Then he sent Luca a photo of him facing away from the mirror, with the sweatpants hanging dangerously low, his ass slightly arched to show off its round fullness as he looked over his shoulder with a devilish smirk.

Then he sent both guys the same photo of him sitting down with legs spread, only wearing underwear, flexing his biceps as his pecs swelled massively toward the camera. The message read, “Missing this?”

But Tim and Luca wanted more, and they got what they desired: full nude shots. The first one showed Parker with one hand casually draped behind his head with his hips pushed slightly forward to make his cock and balls look bigger—like it was even necessary. The next one showed him in a side pose, showcasing how much his massive bubble butt reached behind.

And for the grand finale, Parker sent a short video of him slowly bouncing his pecs, with his lips curled into a grin. “I hope you are ready for more. ‘Cause I’m barely getting started,” he said, briefly moving the phone lower to show his monster cock throbbing, and then sent the video to his boyfriends separately.

Tim and Luca went wild after that video. They had been texting each other constantly after discovering both were dating the same guy, sharing their mutual fantasies about Parker getting bigger. So they continued their “revenge” plan, using their interactions with Parker to ignite more ideas. They realized Parker didn’t mind the extra bulk on his pecs and butt, so they decided it was time to jump into bigger territory.

Luca texted Parker first: “So, big guy, Lunch date on Saturday? Your favorite protein buffet? My treat 😉.”

Tim followed minutes later: “I’m free on Saturday. What do you think about a date for dinner at the new place with all-you-can-eat steak? 😏”

Parker immediately said yes to both, happy that things worked so well that his guys arranged dates at different hours so he could keep them both happy.

****

Parker stepped out of the shower on Saturday morning, with water glistening on every inch of his mountainous frame. A white towel hung low around his hips, clinging to the exaggerated curve of his ass and showcasing the shape of his soft cock at the front. He ran a hand through his wet hair, watching himself with a proud smirk.

Parker opened his closet and pulled out his favorite pair of jeans, but now, they looked smaller. He smirked, knowing full well it was the jeans; it was his body that had thickened recently. Wiggling into the jeans took effort and time. He started with the thighs, stretching the denim over the meaty muscle that bunched and flexed with every shift. His quads had grown dense, and each tug of fabric sounded like it might be the last.

Then came his ass—the real challenge. He had to jump, bounce, and shimmy to get the jeans up over it. The seams screamed softly, protesting the impossible tension, and the waistband sat too low around his thickened backside. The jeans fit like a second skin—so tight around his bulge that even he raised an eyebrow at the sight. The outline of his cock and balls was obscenely flattering, displaying every contour to the minimal detail.

Parker turned in front of the mirror, giving his butt a playful flex and watching how the denim stretched tight across both cheeks. “Damn,” he said with a cocky grin. “Let’s give Luca a show today.”

Then came the shirt. Parker grabbed a white button-up and held it up, eyeing it with a smirk. “Let’s see if this fits,” he teased aloud.

He slid one arm through a sleeve, and the cotton clung to his biceps like shrink-wrap. The seams looked strained as he tried to fit his other arm into the sleeve. Then, he tried pulling it together in front. Holding his breath, he tugged both sides of the shirt forward, trying to align the buttons. But the fabric couldn’t contain the thick slabs of muscle. He managed the lower buttons, but it became a losing battle as he moved up. The fabric stretched taut, trembling between each point, and the sides wouldn’t even pretend to meet over his chest.

Parker exhaled, and the tension made the fabric pull wider across his torso. He sighed. But then, slowly, that familiar cocky grin curled on his lips. He turned to the mirror. His pecs looked even more massive with the shirt hanging open. His lats flared beneath, thick enough to push the shirt outward like wings. The sleeves still clung stubbornly to his arms, emphasizing every muscle. The open front framed his chest like a spotlight.

“Let ‘em stare,” he said with a wink at his reflection. He flexed one pec, then the other, watching the shirt twitch around the motion. He looked devastating—and he knew it.

*

Luca sat at their regular table at the buffet restaurant, impatiently wanting to see his boyfriend up close again. His jaw practically hit the table when the big guy finally walked in. Parker strutted with a swagger, his chest bare down the center of his open shirt as his pecs bounced slightly with every step. The tight jeans hugged him so perfectly they could have been painted on.

“Hey, handsome,” Parker said with a wink.

Luca stood, stepped around the table, got on his tiptoes, and kissed his lips, slow and possessive. When they pulled apart, Luca’s hands lingered on Parker’s chest. “You look...” He bit his lip and squeezed the thick pecs. “Damn! I don’t even know what to say.”

Parker bounced a pec. “What? You forgot how big I am only after a few days without seeing each other?” He teased, pushing his hips forward to rub his bulge against Luca’s front.

“You always leave me breathless, big guy,” Luca chuckled, reaching into his jacket. “I brought you something, by the way. Before we eat, try this.” He handed Parker a cookie.

“What is it?” Parker asked, slightly confused.

“Something special I got from a great bakery shop. Come on! Eat it,” Luca said.

Parker shrugged, popped the cookie into his mouth, and chewed. “Mmm. Chocolate?”

“And more,” Luca said with a grin.

Then, they began to order food—plate after plate of steak, chicken, boiled eggs, protein-rich pasta, creamy mashed potatoes, and dense oat cakes. Parker devoured it all. Luca picked lightly, mostly watching Parker eat with dreamy eyes. And as the meal went on, Parker shifted uncomfortably.

“Everything okay?” Luca asked innocently.

“Yeah... the shirt feels tighter than when I walked in,” Parker said but continued eating. “It must be my imagination.”

Luca grinned, observing how his boyfriend’s body swelled subtly between bites. The changes began so gradually that they might have gone unnoticed by anyone else. But not him. He watched as Parker’s pecs rose a little more with each chew. Their smooth curves inflated like slow-moving tides under his skin. The open shirt began to cling tighter across his body. His shoulders subtly widened, pressing the seams outward until the stitching visibly strained.

Further down, Parker’s thighs crept outward, filling more and more space beneath the table. The thick muscle swelled with each flex and shift in his seat, pushing insistently against the inside of his jeans. The fabric over his quads started to ripple with tension while the fit around his calves tightened. By the time his fork scraped clean another plate, the seams on his jeans looked puffed and stressed, like they might snap open at the next breath.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Luca whispered, captivated by the scene.

Parker looked at him and grinned. And just then, his shirt gave a sudden, loud rip at the side seam. Parker gasped and looked down in time to see the threads unraveling in slow motion. The tension across his back had also reached its breaking point, making his shirt tear right in the middle. Meanwhile, his pecs pushed outward like they were trying to escape, making the fabric tremble in defeat as the gap at the front grew more pronounced. The seams along his sleeves split next, snaking down his arms as his biceps surged visibly larger with each breath.

His jeans surrendered next. The back seam gave first with a massive rrrrrrrip that echoed through the room and left both globes of his ass spilling out in tight black briefs. A split followed straight down the inseam, tearing from between his thickened thighs like tissue paper. The pressure was too much—both outer seams shredded next, exposing bulging quads and calves as his jeans turned into stretched strips hanging off his hips.

Parker stood in surprise, panting slightly as his muscles twitched from growth. Everyone in the restaurant turned to see most of his body exposed. He froze, processing what had just happened. Then he chuckled.

“Well. I guess I underestimate how big I am,” Parker said.

Luca looked on the verge of fainting from excitement, while Parker looked proud and unbothered—the stares only seemed to fuel his overinflated ego.

“Maybe we should go to the bathroom?” Luca suggested, barely able to speak.

Parker nodded, and they headed for the bathroom. Everybody in the restaurant looked at them as they moved between the tables. Even a guy having lunch with his girlfriend was drooling as Parker walked past their table, swallowing hard when Parker winked at him.

They entered the bathroom quickly, and Luca immediately leaped, wrapping his legs around Parker’s waist and his arms around the thickened neck to kiss the big guy’s lips.

“Oh, fuck, you look like a god,” Luca whispered between kisses, feeling Parker’s bulge throbbing against his butt.

Parker gripped Luca by the hips, lifting him like it was nothing while the smaller guy kissed him again. And again. Each time deeper. Parker’s hands firmly squeezed Luca’s bubble butt, making him moan, but the real show was still Parker’s body.

“I can feel your body growing,” Luca whispered, feeling Parker’s pecs pushing firmer against him. “Fuck! I want you massive,” he said, high on pleasure like never before.

“I am massive,” Parker said, grinning and squeezing Luca’s ass.

“Are you? Show me then! Prove to me how massive you are,” Luca said, quickly unbuckling his pants, and even in this position, he managed to lower the back to reveal his ass.

Parker bounced him a little, still holding him mid-air with ease with one hand while the other reached for his cock to pull it out. “I’ll teach you a lesson or two,” he said, lifting Luca to push his massive cock into the smaller guy. “Shh… stay quiet,” he added as Luca tried to drown the moans that wanted to escape his mouth as his hole stretched around Parker’s cock.

Five minutes later, reality knocked—at least a little. Sweat covered their bodies, making Parker look even bigger, and Luca’s abdomen felt fuller than ever after the big guy had pumped the most massive cum load ever straight into his guts. Parker chuckled, gently setting Luca down, looking at his shredded clothes and then at the mirror.

“Okay, I love how I look like this,” he said, flexing a swollen bicep and smirking at his half-naked reflection while Luca caught his breath. “But I probably can’t walk home like this.”

He wasn’t exactly in a rush to cover up, but he had to. He moved the torn jeans here and there to cover the most private parts of his lower body, enough to preserve a shred of modesty while still leaving his mountainous ass clearly outlined from behind. It didn’t do much to hide the obscene curve of his bulge or the dense slabs of his thighs, but it was something.

He ruffled his hair and flexed again. “Good enough to get me out of here without getting arrested. Barely. What do you think?” He asked Luca, but the man was still too dazed to answer; he could only admire the magnificent specimen of manhood standing proudly before him.

**

Parker entered his apartment just past 3:00 p.m., with the remnants of his shredded clothes clinging pitifully to his heaving frame. He exhaled through his nose, cocking his head slightly as he pushed the door closed behind him. He couldn’t stop smiling after what had happened during his lunch date with Luca. Parker could barely move without feeling his body bulge with new power. However, it wasn’t until now, stepping into the calm of his apartment, that the full extent of his transformation settled in.

Parker made his way to the bathroom and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He stopped cold. “Damn,” he whispered.

The shirt—or what was left of it—hung in tatters across his chest, ripped open from the neckline down, unable to stretch any further around the mounding swell of his pecs, delts, and lats. The sleeves had burst at the seams, barely encircling his thick upper arms anymore. He grabbed the collar and tore it clean away with a single smooth motion. He was panting lightly, whether from the exertion or the thrill of it.

The pants were funnier. The waistband dug into Parker’s hips, held together by a single stubborn button. He tugged at it, then braced his stance and exhaled. With a sharp pop, the button flew off and clinked against the wall. The fly unzipped with a sound almost like a sigh of relief, and the remnant fabric fell to his feet. All that remained was a pair of dark boxer briefs, and even they looked two sizes too small.

He turned to the side, running a hand across the deep-cut lines of his obliques and abs, then down along the curve of his hip and thigh. “No wonder I feel like a tank,” he said, stepping onto the digital scale.

The numbers ticked up quickly: 320... 332... 339... and then locked at 340.2 lbs.

He blinked. “Fuck! I weighed myself a week ago. Fifty-five pounds in a week?”

His mouth parted slightly in awe, but his expression soon shifted into a grin—cocky and satisfied. He flexed his right bicep, watching it swell in the mirror. The peak practically kissed his shoulder. Then he turned and flared his lats, expanding out so far his arms pushed away from his torso, unable to relax back down.

He stood in front of the mirror, admiring himself, twisting and flexing every muscle group. His chest jutted out so far he couldn’t see his abs unless he leaned forward. His thighs looked like they belonged to a powerlifter in competition season, pressing against each other with every step.

But then he felt a tingling heat around his groin. Parker looked down, frowning slightly as his cock stirred against the tight fabric of his briefs. The briefs, already stretched tight from his massive glutes and thighs, looked like they were going to split any second. His shaft pushed forward and down, uncomfortably trapped.

He moved his hand over his cock. “Hmm… even my cock feels bigger,” he said out loud, somewhere between confused and impressed. His brows furrowed for a beat, but his grin returned. “Who am I to complain?”

A small tear began to form at the waistband, making him grin. He waited, looking at how his cock lengthened and hardened by the second. Then, the fabric finally gave up, and his massive cock rose to full mast, looking bigger than ever. Parker was confused, but his hand instinctively gripped the thick fuck tool, unable to encircle its girth, and firmly stroked it. He moaned and shivered at the sensation, more intense than ever. His cock felt ready to explode; his balls were fuller than ever. Parker’s whole body seemed to have a mind of its own.

“Fuck! I just shot a massive load!” He said, half confused at his extreme arousal and half impressed by how quickly he was ready to go again. “I still have a few hours before meeting with Tim. I can have some fun alone.”

*

Parker spent the next couple of hours stroking his cock and reaching climax after climax, feeling his balls shoot bigger loads each time and covering his perfectly sculpted torso with a thick layer of warm cum. He couldn’t stop. Every time he shot a load, his cock would soften only a few minutes before the sight of his massive body in the mirror made him go hard again, ready for another round.

Eventually, the clock caught up with him. It was almost time to meet Tim, so he had to focus on looking presentable to be seen in public. He showered to remove the dried cum off his torso and then walked into his bedroom and flung open the closet, only to stare in disappointment. Most of his clothes looked too small for him now.

He reached for a dark navy button-up and tried to slip it on. The sleeves stopped halfway up his biceps. The collar didn’t make it around his neck. He groaned and tossed it aside. “Okay,” he said to himself, half-annoyed, half-excited. “I guess we’re going with stretchy.”

After digging around, he pulled out a tight black compression t-shirt and a pair of charcoal gray joggers, the only garments that might have a chance of fitting over his muscle-packed frame. Even getting the shirt on was a feat. He had to angle his arms carefully to slide it over his thickened delts and biceps. Once over his head, the shirt stalled halfway down his chest, caught on the jutting ledge of his pecs. He grunted, gave it a powerful tug downward, and heard the faint squeal of overstressed stitching.

It finally settled over his torso, but it was less clothing and more body paint. The black fabric wrapped around his pecs so tightly it made his nipples visibly protrude, stretched high across his bulging chest like it might split if he took a deep breath. The t-shirt sharply outlined his abs as the compression forced every ridge and cut to be visible. The shirt stopped at his waist, refusing to stretch an inch further.

The joggers proved an even greater challenge. To get them over his butt, he had to brace a hand against the wall, squat deeply, and do a couple of little jumps. The waistband finally crested his hips, snapping into place like it was locking in cargo under pressure. His thighs filled the pant legs to maximum capacity, daring them to hold. The seams groaned audibly.

And then there was the bulge—thicker and heavier than ever. Parker adjusted it, but the outline was unmistakable. The joggers lifted it slightly, held it snug in place, and showed off more than they concealed.

He turned to the mirror and grinned wide. “Damn! Look at that,” he whispered with a pleased shake of his head. “These clothes better hold on for a while.” He stood tall, cracking his neck to one side, then gave one last flex in the mirror—a slow double biceps pose that made his arms swell and push out the shirt even more. He looked like he could tear it apart with a shrug. His smile widened. “Tim’s gonna lose his damn mind,” he said smugly.

Meanwhile, Tim was already at the all-you-can-eat restaurant, sitting at a large corner booth with a view of the entryway. He had dressed up a little, wearing a sleek black button-up that showed off his lean build, and he checked his watch for the third time. The door opened, and Tim looked up—and his jaw dropped. Luca had told him Parker had grown a lot during lunch, but he never thought it was this much.

Parker walked in like a wall of muscle. Heads turned. Conversations slowed. A few phones pulled their phones out. He strode confidently, eyes locked on Tim, shirt straining at the seams with every breath.

Tim stood slowly. “Damn... Parker?”

Parker grinned. “Surprise.”

Tim’s expression was somewhere between awe, hunger, and total disbelief. “You look… Fuck… I…”

Parker stepped closer and kissed Tim’s lips. “I guess you like how I look?”

Tim laughed under his breath. “You know I do.”

They sat, and the restaurant seemed to hold its breath as Parker settled into the booth—barely fitting. Tim’s eyes never left him.

“I’m starving. Would you like to go get our food?” Parker said, bouncing his pecs for Tim and making the shirt groan.

“Uh… yeah. Sure. But before we eat. I brought something for you,” Tim said, handing Parker two cookies.

“Oh. That’s unexpected,” Parker said, remembering the cookie Luca gave him earlier. “Should I eat these before dinner?”

“Yes. It’s something special. Just for you,” Tim said, and despite Parker’s curiosity about the coincidence, he quickly ate them.

“Oh. Chocolate?” Parker said, loving the taste.

“And some more,” Tim said, winking and standing. “Now we’re ready to get our food. Come on, big guy. You know I love watching you fuel that body of yours.”

Parker grinned and followed Tim, feeling everybody’s eyes on him and loving the attention.

...

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