Big Enough for Two? - Part 4

The restaurant seemed to hold its breath as Parker and Tim moved across the restaurant toward the buffet line. Parker’s tight black compression shirt clung to him like a second skin, accentuating every curve and swell of his chest, arms, abs, and back. His charcoal gray joggers hugged his thighs and butt so tightly they creaked with every step, accentuating the almost obscene outline of his cock and balls at the front. But people couldn’t complain about anything; they only enjoyed the sight.

As he moved through the buffet line, Parker grabbed massive amounts of food—steak medallions, grilled chicken, four full burgers, roasted potatoes, grilled vegetables, protein-packed pasta, and more. He stacked his tray with two full plates, making his powerful forearms flex with each motion. He loaded up a third plate with dessert items and a bowl of creamy peanut butter protein mousse, smiling as he felt eyes on him from every direction.

Tim was right behind him, and Parker couldn’t help but put on a little show for his cute boyfriend’s delight. He swayed his hips to the pulsing rhythm of the low beat playing overhead. He calculated each step to show his dominance and grace, accentuated by his tight joggers clinging to the bounce of his massive ass. He pivoted slightly at the buffet counter, flexing one arm to make the bicep bulge against the sleeve, then followed it with an exaggerated bounce of his pecs timed perfectly to the music’s downbeat.

Heads turned. A waitress tripped, barely catching a tray of glasses. A group of gym bros at the back all leaned forward in synchronized awe, slack-jawed and clearly stunned—and even envious of how massive and graceful Parker looked. An older couple paused mid-bite. A young woman whispered something to her friend and giggled nervously. Even the staff behind the counter peered over trays and heat lamps to get a better look.

Tim moved through the line beside Parker, nearly dropping his plate as the big guy continued teasing him. He was slack-jawed, barely holding onto consciousness, stunned by the hottest and most captivating dance performance he had seen in his life. The sway of Parker’s hips had become borderline hypnotic, and the pec-bouncing was so intense and playful that Tim could feel his knees weaken.

And Parker knew the effect he had on his boyfriend. He looked directly at Tim, caught his dazed expression, and winked. Tim gripped the edge of the tray tightly as his heart pounded in his chest. His cock stirred in his pants as his lust for his boyfriend skyrocketed. Every inch of the magnificent body gave him a tiny heart attack.

Then, they went back to the table, and Parker set down his plates, sliding into the booth with an audible creak. He flexed his chest once for Tim’s delight and started eating.

“So,” Parker said casually, grabbing a piece of steak. “How was your day?”

Tim blinked, barely able to get off his hypnosis and unable to stop thinking about Parker’s dance moves. “Uh... classes were... good. Long. I—wow,” he said as Parker bounced his pecs again, this time making his t-shirt’s fabric creak.

Parker smirked and dug into his food. “What? This?” He flexed a pec again, making it look like a tectonic plate in motion. “I can’t help it if the gym’s been good to me.”

Tim tried to respond but instead only watched, awestruck, as Parker devoured his meal like he hadn’t eaten in days. With every swallow and every bite, something was happening. Tim noticed it first in Parker’s sleeves. The already tight fabric started to round further, tightening visibly with each motion. Parker’s biceps seemed to be thickening, subtly at first.

Then his chest surged slightly outward, and the deep V of the shirt’s neckline dipped lower as the pecs swelled with more mass. Parker shifted in his seat, grunting softly, and tugged at the shirt’s collar, trying to relieve some of the growing tension. He reached down and adjusted the stretch of the joggers over his thighs. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband to shift his now noticeably fuller bulge. The fabric clung stubbornly, creaking as it fought to contain him.

He subtly spread his knees to reduce the pressure, and his broad thighs brushed against the table’s underside. Still, the seams along the thighs and groin looked taut, twitching visibly as if protesting every new inch his body added. Parker seemed too absorbed in eating to notice. Or maybe he didn’t care.

He tugged at the hem of his shirt here and there, trying to ease the growing tightness across his shoulders and chest. He popped another grilled chicken breast into his mouth and reached for more pasta, chewing between bites. He tugged once more at the front of his shirt, trying to cover the slow but undeniable expansion of his chest, but it was no use—the seams were ready to give.

Tim gasped quietly. He could see the growth—Parker was expanding again. “You okay?” he asked softly, worried that he might’ve taken things too far now that they’re in a public place.

Parker froze for a second, then looked down. His eyes widened slightly as he saw the slow rise of his pecs pushing up against the compression shirt as the flesh lifted higher, broader, and rounder. His jaw clenched, but then he forced a casual grin. “Yeah, I’m good. I’ve just been bulking harder than I realized.”

Tim could see the truth in his eyes—he was worried. “Uhm… Okay. You look great.”

Parker shifted in his seat. A second forkful of potatoes was halfway to his mouth when the joggers creaked, louder than before. A seam at the rear pulled taut and then, with a sudden, explosive Rrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiippp!, split clean down the middle. The tear ripped across his enormous ass, exposing the bare flesh since he only had a jockstrap beneath. Parker gasped loudly, and his eyes flew open as he sat bolt upright.

A tremor pulsed through his body. He felt it in his core, in the heat rushing down his spine and the pressure welling in his thighs. Then, the front of the joggers burst with a wet-sounding snap as seams burst from his groin outward to his inner thighs. His hands jerked instinctively to cover himself, but the sides didn’t even wait—they gave up, shredding apart and falling away in torn slivers.

The compression shirt soon joined the rebellion. It groaned audibly as Parker’s swelling torso strained it past its limits. A loud pop shot through the air as the shoulder seams surrendered. The back split down his spine in a raw line, and then the front split cleanly between his inflating pecs. His chest surged forward in glorious, unrestrained freedom, making Parker gasp as Tim almost passed out from the impression.

Parker moaned, tilting his head back as the fabric gave way. The sensation of pressure lifting and his expanding muscles breaking free was nearly euphoric. His pecs bounced forward with new mass, rising visibly before his eyes. He swore he could feel the growth. Deep down, he knew his body was actively adding size with every heartbeat.

Gasps echoed across the restaurant. A woman dropped her fork. Someone clapped. A man stood and shouted, “Fuck!”

Parker blinked and flushed, realizing he was now half-naked in a public restaurant for the second time that day. But as the restaurant fell into a stunned silence, a smirk slowly spread across his lips. He slowly stood up, letting everyone take in the full view of his massive form. He flexed his arms and bounced his pecs, making the tears all over the shirt grow, exposing more of his skin. His cock stirred violently in his pants, drawing everybody’s attention now that the joggers didn’t hide his crotch.

Tim was on the verge of having a stroke. His eyes blurred as lustful thoughts dominated his mind. But deep down, he knew the restaurant was not the place to let those thoughts lead his actions. He took a deep breath, adjusting his half-hard cock in his pants, and rushed to Parker’s side. “Hey, let’s get you to the bathroom before you give someone a heart attack,” he whispered. “If someone’s going to die because of this, it’ll be me and only me.”

Parker nodded, chuckling and instinctively bouncing one pec. “Good call.”

As they walked toward the bathrooms, Parker’s body continued expanding. His back grew wider, his delts rounded, his traps reached higher, and his lats broadened, pushing his arms farther from his body. His pecs rose and jiggled with each step. Even his thighs were getting thicker. His ass bounced hypnotically, and his bulge strained the fabric of his jockstrap. The scene was still developing, and people couldn’t stop watching.

Parker’s hands clenched and relaxed at his sides, feeling the powerful sensation of his new muscles responding to this. Tim followed right behind him, trembling with excitement and feeling like his heart would burst out of his chest. It was too much, but deep down, both wanted more. Parker wanted more power, and Tim wanted more of Parker to enjoy.

When they entered the bathroom, Tim quickly locked the door behind them. When the lock clicked, Parker leaned against the wall, grinning with a cocky tilt of his head. He couldn’t help but remember the bathroom earlier with Luca. He was ready to do the same with Tim.

Tim stared, stunned, drinking in the massive vision before him. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, quickly approaching Parker and kissing him slowly, passionately, hungrily.

Tim slipped a hand into his pocket as their lips met, carefully pulling out a small dessert wrapped in a glinting red foil. He peeled it open with one hand without breaking the kiss. Parker was too focused on the warmth of Tim’s mouth to notice. Tim brought the treat—a brownie bite—up to Parker’s lips and gently pushed it into his mouth. Parker instinctively chewed and swallowed, still lost in the kiss.

Then, Parker paused, smiling in surprise. “What was that?”

Tim didn’t answer. Instead, he jumped, wrapping his legs around Parker’s thick waist and his arms around the powerful neck. Parker let out a surprised laugh, catching Tim easily and gripping his ass to hold him up. Their lips met again, more intensely now.

The making out continued, and Parker groaned suddenly. A tingle ran through him like wildfire—hot, consuming, and unstoppable. The heat concentrated deep in his chest and shoulders, but most intensely in his crotch. His cock, barely contained by the too-tight jockstrap, throbbed like it had its own heartbeat, stretching the pouch and making it creak loudly.

He shifted slightly, but the friction of Tim’s torso against him only made things worse. Parker gasped as he felt the pouch distort further. The seams of the jockstrap strained to their absolute limit, trembling under the building pressure. Then—SNAP!

The fabric tore in a quick burst, and Parker’s cock surged forward with freedom, brushing hot and heavy against Tim’s ass. Parker moaned involuntarily, and the sound echoed off the bathroom tiles. Then, his pecs began to swell outward, flesh rising like bread under heat. The muscle thickened under Tim’s hands, pushing forward, crowding more space between them. His lats expanded, broadening his frame. Tim could feel every inch Parker gained.

Tim clung to him harder, wrapping his arms tighter around the thickening neck. He grinned through the kiss, breathless with awe. “You’re getting even bigger,” Tim whispered. “I love it. And that was only the appetizer.” Tim added, brushing his lips over Parker’s lips. “But we should leave. I don’t want anyone coming to interrupt us.”

Parker nodded, barely able to contain the urge to fuck Tim. “I’m not sure if I can resist it. Fuck! I would fuck you right here and not care about anyone coming in,” he said, and his cock throbbed hard. “Maybe just a quickie?”

“I know. But I don’t want a quickie. I want the whole show,” Tim said, squeezing Parker’s pecs. “All night long,” he added, getting down from the guy’s body. “Wait in here, and I’ll go find something to cover you.”

“Ugh! I can’t—” Parker started, but Tim interrupted him by bringing up another brownie bite and popping it into the big guy’s mouth, who could only chew and swallow.

“Shh… trust me. You don’t want to do this here,” Tim said, leaving as Parker’s body responded to the sweet treat by heating up and expanding even more in all directions.

A few minutes later, Tim returned to the bathroom with a mischievous glint in his eyes and two large aprons in hand—bright red, thick cotton aprons that covered from the chest to just below the knees, the kind of restaurant staff wore while carving meat or managing the buffet line. Parker was now visibly larger. Every inch of him glistened, making him look magnificent.

Tim couldn’t stop smiling. “Okay, I had to sweet-talk one of the servers for these, but—voilà. It’s something.”

He stepped behind Parker first, admiring the breadth of the man’s back. He slipped the first apron across Parker’s back, stretching it taut across the wide span of his broad back and his ass. He moved to Parker’s front and tied the apron strings across his lower abs, playfully caressing the hard cock, which was impossible to mask.

Parker let out a low growl, shivering with delight. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“You know it,” Tim replied.

Tim stood at Parker’s front and placed the second apron over his swollen chest and bulge, tying the strings behind him. He made sure the front apron overlapped slightly with the back one, but even so, the outlines of Parker’s enormous cock and full balls were impossible to hide. The apron was far from subtle. It clung and shifted with Parker’s every breath, every twitch of his still-growing muscles.

With a final flourish, Tim smacked Parker’s ass. “It’s not exactly subtle,” he said, stepping back to admire his handiwork, “but it’ll have to work.”

Parker grinned cockily, flexing under the aprons and watching the fabric ripple. “It will. Now, let’s go home so we can have some fun.”

**

A couple of hours later, Parker lay on his back in his bed, naked, drenched in sweat, and enjoying the afterglow of a fourth round with Tim, each more intense than the last. The bed beneath him creaked under the weight of his bulk. Parker looked more like a living mountain than a man. His pecs rose like a pair of hills, so round and full they cast shadows over his shredded core. His arms were larger than most men’s legs, thick with powerful cords that pulsed with each heartbeat. His legs were spread, his quads looked like tree trunks, and his butt pressed deep into the mattress with immense weight and volume.

And on top of him, straddling his hips and leaning forward, was Tim—also naked, flushed, panting softly, and with Parker’s massive cock buried deep into his hole. Tim’s hands rested on Parker’s chest, looking funnily small as they barely covered a quarter of a single pec. Tim was only a few inches shorter than Parker, but with the big guy’s new frame, he looked comically small atop him.

Tim grinned down at his boyfriend, marveling at the beautiful spectacle. “You’re... You’re enormous,” he breathed, running his fingers along the striations of Parker’s chest and feeling the massive cock throbbing deep inside him.

Then his hands wandered lower, resting on his own abdomen, which was noticeably rounded with over a gallon of cum that Parker had just pumped into him. It sloshed slightly, making Tim smile. He still couldn’t believe Parker had pumped him so full, but he loved it.

“I love how big you’re getting,” Tim admitted, panting heavily. “And so potent.”

Parker chuckled with a cocky grin. “Yeah? I love it too. Not sure how the hell it’s happening, but... damn. I’m cumming like never before.”

Tim leaned down, passionately kissing Parker’s lips. “That’s a secret for now. But soon, you’ll know. And I still have another surprise for you.”

Raising an eyebrow, Parker watched with interest as Tim slowly slid off him, groaning as the massive cock slid out of his hole and dragging his legs across Parker’s thighs. When Parker’s cock came out of Tim’s tight hole, both moaned, adjusting to being separated after spending hours connected.

Tim then walked naked out of the room, still flushed and glowing despite the soreness on his hips and butt. Parker lay back with a sigh, stretching both arms behind his head and flexing his swollen biceps lazily. He admired himself with a smirk, rolling one shoulder and watching his pecs bounce slightly with the motion. He looked down at his massive cock, now easily 15 inches long, with grapefruit-sized balls to go along.

He tilted his head and smirked. “Luca’s gonna freak out when he sees me like this,” he whispered. But then, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “But... I grew when I was with Luca earlier.” His brow furrowed. “That’s weird. Could they... could they know about each other?” He paused, then laughed. “Nah. If they did, they’d be mad. No way they’d be acting like this.”

Still chuckling, he closed his eyes for a moment, soaking in the heavy weight of his own body as his cock slowly softened and rested across his abs.

A few minutes later, Tim returned, still completely naked, balancing a large plate stacked with an array of desserts—cheesecake bites, frosted brownies, chocolate mousse cakes, and thick slices of layer cake.

Parker’s eyes widened. “Uh... what’s this?”

Tim smirked, placing the plate on Parker’s chest like a platter table. “Something special for you. It isn’t the surprise I mentioned. It’s just a little appetizer. I need you to eat all of this before I show you.”

Parker cocked an eyebrow. “Are you trying to make me fat or something?”

Tim laughed, leaning down to kiss his lips. “Impossible. Your body doesn’t gain fat. Only muscle. But bigger is bigger anyway.”

Parker grinned widely. “Well, in that case…” Without hesitation, he began devouring the desserts one by one, occasionally licking frosting from his fingers with exaggerated flair.

Tim watched excitedly until Parker swallowed the last bite. Tim immediately leaned in again and kissed the big guy’s lips long and passionately, leaving him breathless. The bedroom door opened, but Tim’s kisses continued. Parker’s eyes opened slowly and then widened when he saw Luca walking in, completely naked, smiling.

Luca couldn’t stop admiring Parker’s colossal form as he approached. He walked over to the side of the bed and leaned in, sweetly kissing Parker’s cheek. “Hey, big guy,” he whispered.

Parker’s face turned pale with surprise. His gaze darted between Luca and Tim. “Wait... what—? What are you doing here?”

Neither Tim nor Luca answered. They only looked at each other and smiled. Then, Parker’s body flushed with heat. A tingling spread from his chest to the rest of his body. He gasped, and his arms instinctively flared out as the first pulse hit.

Thump. Parker’s chest expanded visibly, and his cock stirred to life again.

Thump. Parker’s shoulders rounded out wider, pushing his arms further from his sides.

Thump. Parker’s thighs and ass swelled, and his calves thickened.

He groaned deeply, struggling to process the sensation spreading over his body. It was more intense than whatever he had experienced before. “W-What’s happening?!”

Luca leaned in, moving his hand over Parker’s expanding pecs. “You’re growing again.”

Tim ran a finger down the length of Parker’s massively hard cock. “And this time, we’re both here to watch.”

Parker arched his back as more mass flooded his frame. His traps rose higher, framing his neck. His abs deepened, thickening and shifting beneath the surface. His pecs pushed higher on his chest, now overwhelmingly thick. His cock bobbed against his abs as it gained length and girth. His hips shifted, adjusting as his ass grew thicker and heavier. His entire frame vibrated with the power surging through it, and the bed groaned louder under the added weight.

He looked at both of them with a shocked smile, panting hard. “You two planned this?!”

Luca grinned and leaned down to kiss Parker’s lips. “Surprise.”

Tim mirrored the gesture on the other side. “And we’re only getting started.”

Parker moaned as a flush deepened across his cheeks. He threw his head back, overwhelmed by what was happening. His body grew in all directions, swelling into something impossibly, beautifully huge that could satisfy Tim’s and Luca’s deepest desires.

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