The dictaphone

Peter didn't make a step, sure that Big Billy would take this as an invitation and beat him right in front of his own house without hesitating along with his friends. Peter wondered what to do when he heard a voice behind him.

"Is everything, like, okay?"

Angie was here, barely covered with blankets, and had her enormous cleavage visible. The guys in the car whistled and laughed, shouting "Look at those jumbo sized boobs! Hey girl, tomorrow, we'll beat your man at the game, so get ready to side with real men!". This gave Peter the solution : if they wanted to beat him at the game tomorrow, they'd have a hard time, considering he had made himself a great player. There was no need for violence right now, and taking risks was out of question. He was just in his pants without the dictaphone, so, okay. He'd humiliate them on the field tomorrow for the game and it'd settle the thing. For now, he had this monste-boobed Angie to fuck.

"Okay guys, tomorrow I'll show you who's the boss around, said Peter. Now, Angie, let's get back home."

The guys in the car just laughed, showed him their fingers, and drove away, leaving Peter with Angie in front of his house covered with toilet paper. Moments later, the dictaphone had been used to clean the thing up, and Peter was having Angie begging for him to tit-fuck her, and he pretended not to be interested just to have this hottie begging even more to fuck her giant breasts. Which he eventually do, of course, and then much more.He particularly enjoyed having made her a blowjob queen.

The next morning, the dictaphone had to be used to have him fresh and ready, despite the fact he had barely slept with all this sex. The game was early, and Peter went to the stadium to join his team. Dwight, the captain, greeted him when he came. Something nice after all the time he had been treating him like a no-good player.

"Hey Peter, good to see you there right in time! We figured you'd probably be late with... you know, going back home with your girlfriend Angie last night. The ex cheerleading squad captain is hard to leave alone I suppose!
- Don't worry, I'm fresh and fine, said Peter. Now, The guys from the other team paid me a visit last night and threatened me of defeating us today. Not going to happen.
- That's the spirit!"

Peter finished clothing, putted his helmet on, and left with the team for the football field. They were greeted with applause, and Peter grinned as he noticed Angie sitting near the cheerleaders, too big to cheer, but too sexy not to be placed on the benches of the team staff to have the audience "sympathy". She was bulging out of her shirt, cleavage looking ready to blow, and Peter had a quick thought for the flat, barely cute girl this hottie had been until the day before.

"Okay guys, this is an important game, but please remember this is still a game, alright?" said the referee before the game began. And after the first kick... well, the nightmare began.

Peter was fast. And strong. Probably one of the best or maybe the best on the field. But whatever he tried, he'd never have the ball, as each time, the thrower would be severely tackled by the opposite team before he could do anything. They were playing brutal. Really brutal. And at some point, a Peter was next to a player of the opposite team and the infamous Big Billy, and they whispered :

"We're gonna beat the shit out of you. All of you. You'll be the last, Peter!"

Dwight was the first to be injured. Big Billy broke his leg while the referee wasn't looking in such a ruckus even the cameras didn't catch the scene. Without the captain, the team morale declined. And then, one after the other, the opposite team just managed to break arms, legs and ribs to anyone in their path, managing to each time, hide the aggression in the middle of a melee of other players.

Peter took a punch by Big Billy while he wasn't looking, and almost passed out. Then he took his knee in the ribs and fell on the field, barely able to stand and walk, so playing wasn't an option anymore.

"Pause!" called the referee.

This was disastrous. This wasn't a game : it was a massacre. Planned all along. The guys didn't play the ball, they just tried to kick them until they couldn't play. For a few players, the injuries were so bad they probably would never play again. Despite her new skills, Peter was barely standing, and his team was losing this game that was more war than football. Sitting on the grass of the field border, Peter saw the enemy offensive captain pass by, laugh at him quietly, Big Billy behind, and winking. "You're going down, Peter!" he said, before passing by Angie, telling her "You need bigger hands for your hooters, baby! Your little boyfriend can't provide, but we can!" he said, showing Big Billy's 6'9 frame and large hands.

That was enough. Peter was pissed. Really pissed. Along with the surviving team members, he headed for the locker room to change for football shirts not torn up, and stopped by his bag. The dictaphone was going to be used.

"That's over, said a player. We're done for. They've injured half of us, and the other half is on his way to finish the same way. They have Big Billy and they're using him as a weapon against us. We're done for, we can't do anything against this giant. Period.
- I'm gonna beat the shit out of him, Peter said.
- What? No way you can do that dude he's..."

But all the team was looking at Peter. Did he just record something in this device he had in his hand? Wait, what the... was he... growing? Peter grinned, at the feeling of his body brutally enlarging, and at the sight of his teammates looking at him in shock. They could see him grow, and were in awe, as their memories were rewriting with each passing second, Peter feeling better and better as his head grew closer to the ceiling.

For his teammates, Peter was growing. He had always been an excellent player, but he was gaining in mass and size, becoming bigger and bigger, and soon touched the 6' mark. Wait, what? No, he had always been 6' tall! But why was he growing suddenly? His body was pumping with larger and larger muscles, and his clothes, strangely looking too small, were tearing as he was going from athletic to buffed. They looked higher and higher at their enlarging friend as he became 7'... wait no, he was the school tallest player, and quite massive with this, but was he going even LARGER? His arms were exploding in size, and muscles none of them could name were expanding on them, while his shirt was bursting into tatters, revealing a torso belonging to someone out from some movie. Peter was massive. He had always been. His equipment was custom made, and he could kick the ass of any... wait, no! 8' tall was crazy already, so how could he grow even bigger, larger and stronger?

Peter, enjoying both their looks and his exploding body, smiled with joy at the feeling how his strength increasing to impossible level. His body was enlarging so much under him he couldn't see his feet, and his head hit the ceiling, making a crack in it without him feeling any pain.The other players were moving away quietly as he grew larger and larger and soon, he had to bend while still growing.

His teammates were looking in awe at the giant. Of course, Peter had always been a giant, so how could he be suddenly growing even more? Any of his biceps was now vastly larger than his teammates heads, and probably, several times that size. Hi torso was just a pile of muscles casting shadow on everything under them, and his limbs could probably crush tanks in any way he wanted. Creaks continued to appear in the ceiling. The floor creaked too as the boy turned too heavy..;

"Half-time over, guys, get ready!" called the referee.

The badly beaten team of Peter ran with difficulties on the field to join the game, lining in front of the proud opposing one, and then, there was a silence in the stadium. You could almost feel the ground shake. And from the corridor leading to the changing room, a shadow emerged.

Here was Peter. As a jock, he thought nothing better than growing himself into the ultimate jock. A 12' tall monster of pure muscles in a uniform and with a helmet made by some military company to fit his impossible frame. The bulge between his legs was probably as big as his unearthly biceps. And he was looking both proud and pissed off, ready to beat the enemy team to pulp. Angie wet herself looking at his giant boyfriend. She loved him giant. After all, didn't he chose her because she was the only one with tits big enough for him to have something to fuck.

"Fuck! quietly said the captain of the other team. Huge Peter! Peter the monster! I thought he wasn't drafted anymore, it's just no game! We're all dead! Why did we mess with his team during the first half? And where was he I... I can't remember who was the guy playing instead of him?
- Shut up, said Peter with his powerful, low new voice. You guys try to mess with mine? You're all dead. Referee : close yours eyes.
- Uh... sure... said the little referee."

And the game was quickly won. Peter could just run over the poor guys, three of them under each of his feet, trying to tackle him but only being pulled to the touchdown line despite their efforts. Big Billy was kicked so hard by Peter he flew twenty feet in the air before falling down unconscious. It was more terror than game. And the huge Peter beat the whole team, until his teammates didn't need to do anything but gaze at the giant fighting the poor team who finished so beaten the game was over earlier.

"I love this body!" said the 12' Peter in the locker room...