By James Anselm

(Honcho.April.1984.)


After he took a drug to enlarge his penis, Dan began having strange side effects. True, his dick grew to eleven inches; but he also developed a braying laugh, and he ran incessantly across the countryside. One day he even awoke with grass in his mouth.

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Dan awoke, as usual, with an erection. He reached over to the night stand and. taking the measuring tape, placed its end against his groin, rolling the tape out to the tip of his cock, as he had done virtually every day since he had answered the ad. To his dismay, the result was still the same as it had been all his adult life — exactly five and a half inches.

He stroked himself gently as he recalled the ad. Dan’s eye had been caught by the bold heading: “NOW — you can be hung like a horse!” He had raced through the rest of the copy: “a limited number of people … penis enlargement … frankly experimental … call Dr. Philip Jones … “

Dan had neatly torn the ad out of the paper and put it in his pocket to think about, although by the time he got off the train he knew that if there was any way for him to get in on the experiment, he was going to do it. He knew he would do anything that might improve his chances of getting into bed with Steve.

Steve, blond and built, was everything Dan had wanted in a man since that day back in high school when he had first admitted to himself that he was gay. He loved Steve desperately, but Steve wasn’t having any. He knew that the one and only time he had been in Steve’s arms — when they were both pretty drunk after an office party. Steve had groped him pretty thoroughly. He felt that Steve had been secretly laughing at the size of his hard on, even though it was fully erect and throbbing with desire.

Except for that, Dan thought of himself as a pretty desirable guy. He was good looking, and he knew it; if he was on the slim side, he had turned that into an asset, spending a good portion of his pay on the latest fashions, and establishing himself as a snappy dresser. But Dan had wanted, for as long as he could remember, to increase his sexual dimensions. He had tried vacuum pumps and stretch belts, and had only wound up sore; creams were expensive and equally useless.

Yet the more his common sense had told him of the impossibility of realizing his fantasy, the more his desire had increased. And so he had gone to Dr. Jones, a pleasant fellow who had been up front about the experiment Dan was going to take part in, although the doctor had never really said what the drugs involved in the program were. He had openly admitted that they might not work, and had warned Dan to be on the lookout for side effects.

So Dan had taken them every morning and evening as directed. For two weeks, there had been no result at all, although he had anxiously measured his stiff dick every morning. During the third week, he started to get discouraged, and skipped the measuring several times; it was only at the end of that week that Dan became aware of how good he was feeling.

This morning, he was feeling good, too, and drawing closer to climax as he played with himself contentedly. It must have been the unaccustomed tingling sensation that made him decide to measure himself again. It’s crazy, he thought, but what the hell. He blinked twice at the tape before his mind registered the increase — only a little more than an eighth of an inch, but it was there! He resumed his masturbation with renewed excitement, and came a few moments later. He went to work happier that day than he had been in months.

With extraordinary resolution, he managed not to measure himself for another week after that. Those seven days produced not only a further quarter inch increase, but an odd no-tion. Walking past a sporting goods store near the office, Dan felt impelled to go in and buy a sweat suit and jogging shoes — for some reason he could not explain, he wanted to run. The next morning, after taking his tablets, he went out and ran for half an hour before showering and dressing for work.

The fifth week of the experiment found Dan in ecstasy as he finally reached an erect length of six inches. He could now consider himself “average,” and who knew how much more he might expect? He was now jogging every day, and really feeling good about himself, and about his body, which he thought somehow looked better than it ever had previously, lean and sleek.

It was during the sixth week, the day — for the incredible growth had actually accelerated after the first period — that Dan’s cock touched the seven inch mark on the tape measure, that he got the idea in his head about the “running compulsion.”

He had trouble buttoning a favorite shirt — it had never been tight before — and went into the bathroom, stepping onto the scale for the first time in several months. He had gained fifteen pounds! It had never occurred to him to put the tape measure around his waist, but he did so now. No difference … then his chest … no wonder the shirt wouldn’t fit! It wasn’t just a crazy idea that his body was looking better; his chest and shoulders were broader now than they had been when he started taking the drugs.

Dan enjoyed squeezing into the shirt — Steve would be sure to notice — but when the other idea hit him, he called Dr. Jones’ office, and made an appointment for lunchtime. The doctor hedged about telling him exactly what was in the formula, muttering something about herbs and animal extracts, but gave in when Dan blurted out: “Why am I running like this, like a horse, then? I never even ran for a bus before, and now I’m out doing it every day.”

The doctor countered with a list of megavitamins, to explain Dan’s excess energy. “But with all this running, I should be losing weight,” Dan protested, “and instead I’m gaining.” At this, the doctor admitted the use of steroids in the formula, and explained how they caused an increase in muscle bulk. Finally he asked if Dan was nervous, and did he want to stop the experiment.

Faced with the fact itself, Dan had to admit that he didn’t know what he wanted to do; he said he would try it for a while longer, conceding that he couldn’t say whether any of his reactions were due to side effects or a genuine personality change. A very definite look of interest from Steve later that day decided him. He had heard that Steve had a thick nine incher, and now that he had gotten this far he wasn’t going to let anything deter him until he had a chance of matching it.

He no longer jerked off in bed, but in front of the mirror, admiring his body and his cock as they continued to improve. When he expanded his chest, he took great satisfaction in the swelling curve of his developing pectoral muscles; his arms had grown stronger, and his legs as well. He didn’t think he’d ever be Mr. America material, but it was more of a turn on than his old body had been. Then the tingling would start in his lower stomach, working its way down to the tip of his penis; shortly after, his dick would be hard, with its new length and thickness a never failing thrill.

When doubts about the experiment filled his mind — like how he had never seen anyone else connected with it — he would crowd them out of his head by standing before the mirror and conjuring up Steve’s image. He kept telling himself that he wasn’t crazy, but his strong desire for Steve, still unsatisfied, along with the concern about Dr. Jones’ mysterious formula, were starting to get on his nerves. One Saturday, he threw some things into an overnight bag and drove off to the country. He stopped a few times to take some pictures; at one stop, almost before he knew what he was doing, he found himself running along the road, first with easy, loping steps, then faster. As he ran, he tried not to think of horses, but thought instead of Steve, growing hard as he did so. The harder he grew, the faster he wanted to run.

And run he did, with the weight of his cock chafing against his jockstrap, his erection distending the fabric of his pants, his balls bouncing as his feet alternated on the country road. His mounting arousal seemed to Dan to be part of the whole act of running as his chest rose and fell, taking in deep breaths of the fresh air.

He ran on and on, forcing himself to keep his hands in front of him, away from the hard on that screamed for release from its confining garments. Finally, he saw that he was coming back to the car. Before he had even reached it, he pulled off his shirt, letting the air cool the sweat from his bare chest, feeling the breeze play on his thickened nipples.

He fell to the ground behind the auto, where he could not be seen, pulled out his cock and started to beat off. His pleasure climbing higher with each stroke, Dan lay in the grass making inarticulate sounds of pleasure as he neared his plateau. As his balls began to tighten and swell, he released his manhood, knowing that no further stimulation was needed. His hands clawed the ground as he climaxed, throwing sperm high into the air and almost passing out.

It was several moments before he felt enough like himself to get up. He was surprised to find that in his passion he had apparently stuffed a handful of grass into his mouth; but that was nothing to the amazement when he looked at his watch, and realized that he had been running full tilt for three hours.

He arrived at the motel he had chosen from the AAA book shaken to the depths of his being, almost ready to turn around and go home, to call the doctor and get off the drug before it was too late. Yet a little while later, after showering to get the dirt of the road off, his resolution melted away again as he achieved a rock hard erection of nine inches.

Dan’s whole body seemed to tingle as he walked around the room naked, watching the swing of his cock as it swayed between his legs. Sometimes he would let it relax, and it would dangle against his thigh, softer but still large and ready. Then he would brush it lightly with his fingers, and it would engorge and thicken, stiffening until it pointed straight at the ceiling. It turned out, after all, to be the proudest day of his life.

After a restful weekend, free from other events he went back to town and made arrangements with Dr. Jones to discontinue the treatment. Dan had gotten what he wanted from it, the improvement in his physique was becoming more and more obvious, and he was certain that Steve was now showing a genuine interest in him.

It was not until three weeks after Dan stopped the drug that the changes finally slowed to a halt. He was thirty five pounds heavier than he had been when he first went to see Dr. Jones, and his erection had peaked at an astounding eleven and a half inches. It turned Dan on just to look at it, how it aimed itself right at the sky despite its considerable weight and thickness. He still couldn’t match Steve’s build, but what did that matter when he more than surpassed his endowment?

When Steve invited him to stop up for a drink after work, Dan had to stifle an urge to crow. Steve threw his jacket and tie on a chair, opening several buttons on his shirt as he went into the kitchen. Dan set his briefcase down on a chair and took off his suitcoat — slowly; now that he was here, he meant to enjoy it.

Steve came back with two beers, and looked him straight in the eye. Neither spoke; although Dan wanted to, he thought he would let Steve make the first move. Steve put the bottles down, then reached over and traced the bulge of muscle in Dan’s shirt. Dan felt his nipples growing larger, but stood stock still, willing himself not to get aroused too soon.

Finally Steve reached over and loosened his tie, then unbuttoned the whole front of his shirt; with an appreciative whistle, he stepped back and finished taking off his own shirt. Steve then put his arms around Dan, drawing the two of them together: the sensation of flesh on flesh ended his calm, As Steve’s hands moved over his buttocks, Dan could control his cock no longer. Steve’s fingers slipped into the waistband of Dan’s slacks, around his sides, and Dan’s erection surged up to meet them, rigid and full.

Steve opened his belt buckle. As his pants slid from his hips to the floor, Dan felt an excitement he had only dreamed about in the past. Steve’s eyes grew wide as he stepped out of the slacks, and he threw his head back and laughed, a high bray of merriment. His triumph was complete, and he was going to ride the muscular body in front of him.

Then Steve was on his knees, taking Dan’s dick into his mouth. His entire body rippled with pleasure as Steve’s tongue rolled around his swollen organ. Now that the act was actually happening to him, the floodgates of Dan’s long suppressed passion burst out of control: his heart beat doubled, his breathing came in ragged gasps, and he climaxed before he could even try to pull back.

If Steve was disappointed by Dan’s quick release, he showed no sign of it, but eagerly drew out his own cock. Everything Dan had heard about was true: it was thick and veiny, and crowned with an enormous head. Dan took it in his hand and guided it between his lips, feeling the heat of it. He sucked it off with all his accumulated desire, caressing the body he had wanted so badly; his own cock had become stiff again by the time Steve had filled his willing mouth with semen.

Now Steve took his cock in his hands, pulling it and twisting it; Dan clutched Steve’s hips with all his strength as he felt his erection thickening, pushing toward orgasm again. When it came, it was even better than the first time; gobs of cum shot from his manhood and spattered Steve’s chest and face.

They embraced, a long clinch, kissing and stroking each other. Then Steve took him by the hand, and led him to the bedroom; there he started to make love to him again, licking the sperm from his chest, tracing his long, smooth muscles with his fingers. Dan’s chest expanded under Steve’s touch, swelling until he thought the muscles must burst through the skin. His own hands were flowing over Steve’s broad back, reveling in the power beneath them, feeling the blood once again pump his penis to its extraordinary size.

Dan looked down now as though his eyes could deny what the tingling in his loins had already told him — with each new erection, his cock was getting larger still. Each climax was more violent than the one before, yet his appetite increased rather than diminished with each successive act. Pure animal lust welled up in him, unreasoning; beyond mere desire, it needed to be satisfied.

Steve, who hadn’t been able to achieve another erection yet, tried to push him off, but Dan was determined that he was going to fuck him without further delay. What started as playful wrestling slowly became a genuine struggle, yet Dan’s strength seemed to increase as the larger Steve tried harder and harder to control him. Finally, he got Steve in an armlock that kept him from moving; as he plunged his pulsing tool deeper and deeper into the other’s insides, Dan felt his mind giving way. This is it, he told himself as he sank into blackness, I’m going crazy.

When Steve had finished his story, the doctor nodded sympathetically. “You did right to bring him here,” he said. “We won’t keep him any longer than is absolutely necessary.”’ He looked down at the notes on his pad. “He was never violent again after the first time?”

“That I could deal with; I’m stronger than he is, although he never wanted to admit it. It was the carrots and the sugar cubes that really started to worry me; but I knew we were in trou-ble when he started expecting me to get on his back, and ride him around the apartment.”

”And the increasing delusions were not accompanied by disinterest in sex?’

“On the contrary, that got to be about the only thing he was interested in at all. His um, ah, organ is unusually large, and he could have one orgasm after another, like a teenager. I couldn’t keep up with him at all.”

“It’s really a good thing that you care for him, not to just walk away when his trouble gets bad; so many people, you know, panic at anything connected with mental illness.” The doctor looked at his pad again. “Was he taking anything that might account for the changes?”

Steve shook his head. “I don’t think he took any kind of drugs at all while he stayed with me. You know, it was just physical at first, but he’s a real sweet guy, and I’ve come to care for him very much; the whole thing has gotten to me more than I can tell you … that awful braying laugh …” He stopped speaking, and there were tears in his eyes.

The doctor came around the desk, and put a hand on Steve’s trembling shoulder. “Dan will be well taken care of here, and we’ll have him right before you know it. In the meantime, if you like, I’ll give you something that should make you sleep a little better. Take this and you’ll feel like a new man in a few days.”

“Thanks a lot, Doctor Jones.”