This choice: Woof, Trevor has a growth spurt during the fun! • Go Back...Chapter #59Woof, Now That's a Growth Spurt! by: oldshep   You shudder as your two most favourite barbarian studs on the planet continue to lick at your 10” of pride. Your shaft rewards their efforts with a string of clear pre. The two cocksuckers lap at it greedily, their eyes playfully glaring up at you.
“Mmm, baby bro,” Jared coos, dragging his tongue along your length, “It’s been so long since I’ve had your cock up my ass.” Jared’s huge length pulses by your feet and you can feel a torrent of his pre that would rival your whole load, gush all over the floor.
“Oooh, well, it’s not as big as it used to be,” you whimper off the top of your head, absentmindedly blurting it out as you really got into it. Jared’s ears fold back and his eyes go wide and sorrowful. Aw jeez… you didn’t want his pity. The white wolf has been constantly on your case apologizing at every turn for what his experimental serum had done to you. “C’mon, Jare. It’s not so bad,” you huff, feeling like the moment was passing.
“But you wanted to be Mr. Cosmos,” Jared sighs, leaning back, leaving Trevor to take your whole shaft into his mouth. Oof, this felt so good… and bad at the same time.
“Hey, I can probably still make it for the non-barbarian class bodybuilders,” you chuckle, moaning the last part as Trevor really started to go to town on your cock. Heh, Jared was the king of giving head, but Trev was definitely a close second.
“Really?!” Jared blurts out, his tail wagging behind him. Heh, if there was one thing you knew about your brother, it was that he loved seeing a Kuznetsov on stage. And nothing got him off more than seeing a Kuznetsov win. And oh, there he goes… “Awoo!” the white wolf howls, tilting his head up as his whole body tenses, his massive tool, easily the biggest you’ve ever seen it, maybe 26-27” of the finest wolfmeat, blasts globs of his cum all over the floor. “Awww, fuck yeah! You’ll win the tiny- erm, non-barbarian division for sure, Georgie!” Jared yowls with pleasure as he continues to cum hands-free from just the idea of you bodybuilding again. “And… huff, Dad’ll cream the competition in the master’s division, Frank bringing up the rear.” Gosh, now you’re getting incredibly hard thinking about that, your massive old man, beaming proudly with that trademark Kuznetsov smirk on his handsome, greying muzzle. Gods, if you weren’t shrunken down, your former libido would’ve probably put you over the edge too. “And Colin, oh gods, he’d be perfect for the new 750 division.”
“Try the open, big bro,” you snicker, “this massive beast servicing my cock is definitely going to win the 750.” Oh, yeah, that really got Trev going! The hunky raccoon starts bobbing his head up and down along your length and just moments later, you’re howling and shooting a load down his gullet.
“Mmm, who says I’m going to be a puny 750 pounds by next September at the Mr. Cosmos, babe?” Trev growls as he comes up, his lips brimming with your seed. He licks up the rest of your seed, playfully baring his fangs. Bringing up an arm, he shows off just how insanely stacked he was at his height. “I said 940 pounds, didn’t I?” Gods, the way his fat 16” pulsed when he said that! You can’t help it, you get on your knees and start licking at your boyfriends chubby fireplug of a cock. The raccoon must’ve been on edge, though to be fair, he always was around you; in moments he was blasting thick wads of cum into you, growling sinisterly as he flexed his huge muscles, the striations popping along his arms and chest.
You taste something strange in Trevor’s cum. Your ability to discern the grade of barbarian was getting better with each new quarry. And while the raccoon’s seed didn’t taste like it had changed, the flavour was just so much more intense than usual.
“Heh, I don’t think Steve will like that,” Jare coos as he leans over to take Trev’s tongue into his mouth as the raccoon continues to pump his cum into you. “I’ve been pumping him up with some seriously powerful stuff. Gotta have him as the poster child of the new open division. I’ve already got him up to 700 pounds. By next September, he’ll be untouchable, I’m thinking 775 pounds at least.” Geez, a 700 pounds ferret?! Steve always had the perfect torso for putting on an insane amount of mass; he could get so damn wide without looking bloated, his waist tiny and his shoulders blowing out like crazy. He was a sight to behold at the Mr. Cosmos this year, a freakish 650 pounds of the most striated mustelid beef in the world, and Jared’s got him at 50 pounds over that already?!
“Oh yeah, better get him bigger, Jare-bear,” Trev snickers as he blasts one last load of cum into your maw. You let out a satisfied whine as you pull off and collapse onto your back with a goofy grin on your face as you look at the two studs with huge erections looming over you like giants. The thickly built raccoon peers over his titanic pecs and gently smirks as his eyes meet yours. “I’m gonna enjoy making that ferret look like a shrimp on-stage next September.”
“Heh, you really think you can make 940 pounds, tiny?” Jared chuckles, leaning down to get to eye level with Trev.
“Oh, I know it,” Trev growls back. “With George by my side, I’ve never felt this… need to grow like I did before. I just want to get bigger and bigger…”
“Fuck yeah, my little bro’s got that effect on guys. His need for size is infectious,” Jared says with a wink down at you.
“Heh,” you sputter, your mouth still full of your boyfriend’s thick seed. “I can live vicariously through Trev now.”
“Mmm, then I better start growing for the both of us,” Trevor coos as he pulls you up off the ground with one strong hand. He wraps his arms around you and then starts to tense his muscles. “940 pounds is my goal, what was yours, babe?”
“Ooooh,” you moan, “I wanted to be a half ton before graduating.” You feel Trevor’s massive erection push into you hard, already drooling a constant stream of pre-seed again.
“Then I’ll hit a full ton, just for you, babe, I’m gonna be so massive,” Trevor moans, closing his eyes and no doubt about it, you know he was imagining himself that big. You reach down and run a finger along Trevor’s length and lick up a string of his pre. Your eyes go wide from the intensity of his flavour. “Something the matter, babe?”
“I think… Trev, do you feel any different?” you gulp.
“I dunno, just been so worked up today! Grrr, like I’ve got this insane pump. Like something’s clawing it’s way out from inside me,” the raccoon huffs.
“Geez, is it what I think it is?” Jared asks.
“I think it is,” you reply with a nod.
“Wait here, I got something,” Jared booms. “And don’t let him get off, not yet!” The white wolf bolts out of the room.
“What’s happening?” Trevor rumbles, grabbing onto the edge of a table to stabilize himself as he’s brought to his knees by an intense feeling growing inside of him.
“Babe, you’re having a growth spurt,” you coo excitedly into his ear. Gods, were you ever stoked! You had always loved experiencing them, and Trev, for as huge as he had gotten, had never actually experienced one to his knowledge, at least not one from his own barbarian gene.
“Oh fuck, really?! Gods, it’s like the aches of a flu mixed with… ooooh, like my whole body his orgasming!” Trev shudders as a wave of pre-seed rockets out of his red rocket. He tenses all over, shuddering as he tries to hold it in. Jared almost skids along the floor as he dashes back into the room, a bottle of pills in his hand.
“Here, Trev, take a couple of these,” Jared huffs. Trevor eyes him and Jared spits out, “They don’t have any growth components to them, they’re even safe for Georgie to take. After Colin showed me that paper about edging for barbarian growth, I got my friend in Tallahoma to concoct the ultimate case of blue balls in a bottle. It’s like taking super-Viagra and having a case of whiskey dick at the same time.” Trev just eyes him but takes the pills.
The effects were instant. Trevor began howling as his cock went straight as an arrow, filling with so much blood. He started humping into the air, globs of pre-seed flying everywhere. “Oh fuck, I’m over the edge, what the fuck is happening?!” Trevor howled. You and Jare watched as Trevor collapsed to the ground in spasms, desperate to cum.
“Take care of him, George, edge him out. This stuff makes it harder to cum, but not impossible,” Jared grunts. Your brother goes to work on suckling Trev’s right nipple while his hand strokes and cups Trevor’s other pec. Your hand clasps around Trevor’s cock and you slowly twist and pull at his hard 14” of pupmaker.
“Holy shit,” you whimper as you watch your boyfriend GROW. The spurt came on suddenly, Trevor wailing obscenities. You hear his bones creaking and cracking as they didn’t so much lengthen… but strengthened and widened to take on the raccoon’s increasingly freakish physique. Your eyes went wide as you felt the spurt end, watched as Trev’s arms and shoulders billowed out, his pecs formed a deeper cliff, his abs billowing out as he started to look more and more like his overly muscled cousin. Gods, and you loved it! But it didn’t stop. You could feel the spurt ending, but because of your brother’s shenanigans, a second spurt swept through Trevor.
“Am I a genius or what?” Jared cackles. “If edging increased gains during lifting, I just knew it would work even better during a growth spurt!” Gods, he really was, because Trevor… wow, the raccoon was nothing short of MAGNIFICENT.
“Ooooooh,” the beast of a raccoon rumbles as he sits up, his spurt finally ended, his cock bobbing precariously on edge. Jeez, your boyfriend looks like an absolute unit!  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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