The waitress seemed bored and oblivious as she set the multiple plates of food in front of Logan and the one order of fries in front of Parker. At the smell of food, Logan stirred making Parker quickly jerk his hands back. Logan blinked a couple of times, clearly disoriented by his new size. For a second Parker was worried about what he would say but then the ravenous hunger overtook Logan and he began to eat with gusto.
Parker did his best to sit still and keep his breathing level as he watched Logan's enormous new muscles strain his now almost comically small shirt. His pecs pressed his shirt out so that the ripped neckline now didn't even come close to covering them, leaving the tops of his glorious new mounds exposed for the world to see. The sleeves of his flannel shirt were stretched to their maximum limit by Logan's two ponderous biceps and the right sleeve had actually split open as Logan inadvertently flexed shoveling food into his mouth. Parker felt his mouth go dry as he watched the split get bigger and bigger, revealing more and more of the glorious bicep.
"You gonna eat that?"
Logan's voice snapped Parker out of his revere. The huge man was pointing at Parkers fries, most of his plates already empty. In the back of his mind a little voice wondered if he hadn't over done the appetite just a little but he could do nothing but shake his head numbly as he pushed the plate of fries toward Logan. He looked at Parker with a quizzical look on his face before something clicked. With shock he looked down at himself, seeing his newly enlarged muscles.
"What the hell kid!" Logan shouted, earning several stares from other diner patrons. "What did you do to me?"
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" Parker pleaded, although inwardly he just couldn't bring himself to be. "I can't control it, it just happens!" He lied smoothly.
"Son of a bitch!" Logan slammed his fist down on the table, cracking the wooden top. "Ah shit! You, sit here, and don't move. Don't touch anything, or grow anyone else!"
Appetite forgotten, Logan got up from the booth. He stood for a moment, disoriented with his new size, before he stumbled slightly towards the restrooms, his clothes creaking and straining with every step.
Patrick let out a sigh of relief and slumped in his seat. The way Logan had looked at him, he was fairly sure he had never been more scared or more turned on in his life.
<~>
"Fuck me." Logan muttered as he checked himself out in the floor length mirror on the door of the one person restroom. The kid had made him fucking huge! He looked like a damn bodybuilder. Logan slowly felt himself with his hands, running them along his biceps, over his cannonball like shoulders, down and across his pecs, that looked like someone had stuck two pillows under his skin, and felt his ripped abs through his shirt.
His jeans were fairing no better, in fact now that he thought about it, they fucking hurt! It felt like his legs were in a vice, looked like it too. His tree trunk legs looked painted into his blue jeans, there wasn't room for so much as a dollar bill in there. He was also a fair bit taller too so his once long pants now stopped a few inches above his ankles.
As carefully has he could, Logan pealed off his ruined flannel shirt and white tank top, which now stopped a good two inches from his pants, leaving him impressively bare chested.
"Shit kid." He muttered as he flexed his arms, admiring the curl of his biceps. He bounced his pecs experimentally, enjoying the weight of them in spite of himself. He turned and checked out his ass, which had grown into a bubble butt that would make even a republican hard.
All of a sudden, a tight pain shot through his crotch, almost making him cry out. In his examination of his muscles, he'd over looked what Parker's touch had done to his cock. Logan had always been fairly "well hung" by most standards. Certainly his occasional bedfellows had never complained. In fact he normally found his jeans to be somewhat constricting in that regard. But now, as he looked, he wasn't just well hung, he was fucking gifted! It looked like a tube of fucking salami was fighting it's way down his right leg, with what appeared to be some very healthy oranges above it.
His fingers actually trembled a little as he unhooked his belt and worked to slide his pants over his massive legs until he managed to kick his pants and his shoes off, leaving him stark naked except for a pair of ridiculously small briefs that weren't covering anything. Logan made quick work of them, not even taking the time to take them off, instead ripping them off with breathtaking ease.
Free from its fabric prison, his hardening cock sprung and bounced up, almost hitting his rock hard 8 pack.
"Fuck, I look hot." Logan smirked as he gripped his new equipment with his larger hand. He was surprised how thick it was, even with his bigger hands he could barely one hand all the way around it. Hard as a steel girder now, Logan estimated he was at least 14 inches long. 14 fucking inches!
With a grunt, Logan slowly began jacking himself with one hand, caressing his pecs with the other. This was so hot, so fucking hot! He'd probably have to put on an angry show when he came out, but right now he was positively ecstatic.
He picked up the pace now, breathing heavily as he traced his diamond cut abs with his finger. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, come on." He panted, feeling the orgasm building him his new, orange sized balls. His vision blurred around the edges and he realized he'd need to bite down on something to keep from roaring when he came.
He quickly yanked a handful of paper towels from the dispenser, probably breaking it in the process, and clamped down hard on them as the most powerful orgasm of his life rocketed through him, coating the door back mirror in gooey white.
He took the towels out of his mouth and used it to wipe away as much of the goo as possible, his enormous chest heaving up and down as he panted heavily, his cock still hard against his abs.
"Fuck yeah." Logan smirked as he through the cum soaked towels into the toilet. He was about to flush when he heard a knock on the door.
"Hey, Logan, are you ok in there?" He heard Parker ask. Right away, he knew he had two choices.
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