Brandon Twice
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Reticulating Splines Part 2
🕑 Added 2021-12-28 04:29:55 +0000 UTC[Just a note: This is a long-form request from one of the upper-tier patrons. The ending may be a little undeserved, but that's what was requested! I'm merely the messenger--and only took mild delight in it... LOL]
Sam sat upright, suddenly conscious. The dimly lit room looked vaguely familiar, but he wasn’t sure how he had gotten there–or who the man in bed with him was!
“Good god, Samir,” the man said, sitting up and stroking Samir’s chest. “That was an amazing night. I hope I didn’t scream too much…”
Sam blinked at the muscled blonde man who had begun kissing his chest–his hairy chest… his hairy MUSCULAR chest. Sam looked down and saw… there was no doubt in his mind… the body that he had designed in the SimNation software.
“W-what did we do last night?” Sam said, still disoriented. A screen suddenly appeared next to him–two-dimensional, floating in mid-air–and a montage of this muscled “Samir” body banging the blonde stud in a dozen different positions suddenly played. When it was finished, the screen read, “Play Again? X–Close Window”
Sam touched the X and the screen disappeared.
“What would you like to do today, Samir? I can make breakfast for us, or we can have some more fun playtime together… or I can give you some space and see myself out.”
Sam didn’t even know the man’s name. He was hot as hell, though. After a few moments of silence, the man repeated the options again, in an identical tone: “I can make breakfast for us, or we can have more fun playtime together… or I can give you some space and see myself out.”
“See yourself out,” Sam said, and the blonde man stood, kissed him so passionately it left Sam reeling, and walked out the door. After recovering from the feeling of that man’s muscles pressed against his own rock-hard body, Sam cautiously rose and paced around the room. Every inch of the space seemed lavish and luxurious. He ran a hand through the soft carpet, then examined the massive armoire, the gigantic bed, and the paintings of himself–that is, the beautiful Samir–arranged on the walls.
He approached the curtains and saw a round ghost-like disc hovering in mid-air. When he touched it, it lit up and the curtains swooshed aside. His eyes went wide as he realized he was looking out at one of the cities he’d created in the game–but from inside it.
One glance at his body and it all became clear: “I’m Samir,” he said, flexing his arms and laughing aloud as he watched the firm meat bouncing and crunching. He yanked down his boxer briefs and admired his big cock, waving his hips from side-to-side. “This… is incredible.”
He approached a mirror and found himself looking at floating screens of different outfits. “Choose your attire…” said a glowing prompt above them. There was a set of matching gym clothes, a tailored suit, and finally a jockstrap with a short midriff-showing t-shirt with huge sunglasses. He chose the third. “Why look like this if I’m not going to show it off?” Instantly the clothes appeared on his body. He sniffed his armpits and found himself already showered and properly prepped for the day. “Hell yeah. Life in this game is going to be… incredible.”
Traversing his new house took some getting used to. Rather than turning door handles he was touching more of the transparent hovering discs, apparently his method for interacting with anything in this world. The doors opened by themselves after he’d triggered them.
The house itself was overwhelmingly opulent. He recalled how many zeroes he’d added to Samir’s bank account as he was creating all of this. Once in the kitchen, a dozen handsome men, each in the middle of some sort of cleaning chore or housekeeping duty, paused and regarded him. The closest raised his hand and said, “Good morning Samir! Can I make you a protein shake?”
Another, nearby, raised a hand and asked, “Would you like bacon and eggs this morning?”
Yet another: “Samir, let me know what tasks you’d like me to accomplish today and I’ll take care of them.”
A moment passed and each repeated his previous statement. Then a small screen appeared next to Samir with his options on it. He selected egg whites and spinach plus a protein shake (the kind of breakfast he assumed Samir would eat) and then requested the other men do his laundry, purchase groceries, and fetch a new suit for him, tailored to his specifications. “I think once I’ve explored a little bit, I’m going to go out on the town,” he thought to himself. He reconsidered the suit after a moment and dialed up a leather harness with some hefty boots. “That’s more like it,” he said with a smirk.
And now, the world was his to enjoy. As one of his housestaff–a cute brunette–cleared away his dishes, he said aloud, “I’d like to make alterations to my staff.”
The man froze in place and another screen appeared. Samir did a little character creation for this man, dialing up a new identity, and when the screen vanished, the man’s appearance morphed into that of a 6’5” burly bald man with a moustache and bulging, veiny muscles. He wore only a bowtie and tiny leather shorts.
The man seemed surprised at the shift in his size, but after patting down his heavy muscles and licking his moustache he winked. “Thank you, sir. This body feels VERY nice.” As he turned away, Samir gave the beefy giant a heavy smack on the ass.
“I’ll have to edit my staff really quickly before I go out into the world…” he said.
*
Daniel got up off the couch in the living room and approached Sam’s room. “Sam, the goddamned wi-fi went out!” he said. He banged on Sam’s door. No response. “C’mon, man, take off your headphones. My ipad isn’t working and I can’t stream anything!”
He sighed, then rolled his eyes. He was tired of Sam’s little power-trips, lording his ownership of the condo over him, treating him more like a tenant than his flesh-and-blood brother. “Okay, I don’t know if you’re jerking it or not, but I’m coming in…” He opened the door and prepared for the worst, but after barging in, he found Sam’s room empty.
Daniel turned his nose up at Sam’s mostly-eaten Chinese take-out dinner, then stared at his computer. There was a game on, running. It looked like one of those boring Sim games Sam always liked. He leaned in and saw the world buzzing around at high-speed.
“Sam, c’mon, man. Last chance to come out before I shut off your stupid game and reconfigure the wi-fi!”
Daniel’s phone buzzed. He’d just matched someone on Tindr. He was horny… but he didn’t want Sam to give him a hard time for having “guests.”
That is, if his brother was still there at all. He peeked into Sam’s bathroom, shouted his name around the condo a few times, but finally returned to the laptop. “What the fuck kind of game is this anyway?”
*
It had only taken a few tweaks to shift the gym clientele from dark-haired, average-sized men to hulking brutes. Sliding their temperament bars all the way down to “Submissive” made the 350 pound muscle gods incredibly deferential and obedient. Samir loved it. Of course, because of his incredibly high status in the Sim-Nation, they were automatically incredibly friendly to him, but now they looked at him with needy puppy-dog eyes, desperate for him to give them a command. Withholding acknowledgement of them gave him a horny little charge. These bestial brutes, desperate for his attention, not getting what they wanted and simmering in their need… He was a god here, and as he flexed in the mirror (watching every man’s eye in the packed gym turning his way as he did it) he felt himself getting hard simply from the attention.
The gym itself was interesting. All Samir had to do was approach a machine and gently touch the hovering access point. The machine would move on its own and Samir would see glowing numbers floating off his body: “+1 to Strength,” “+1 to Charisma,” “+1 to Endurance.” He smiled as he watched his already buff body puff up on its own. If he wanted to just stand there and grind on each machine, he could easily double or triple in size within the hour. Before long, he knew, that’s exactly what he was going to do.
As he strutted past all the hulks, he watched them all demurely eyeing him, each of them silently begging for his bouncing bulge. “Sorry boys,” he said, hands on his hips, flexing his huge torso. “Already got somebody back at home.”
Travel in Sim-Nation was amazing. He could strut around the streets endlessly, exploring every avenue with impunity. He had no fear of fatigue, no threats to his safety. When he wanted to go anywhere, he simply made a phone call and a car instantly drove around the corner. As soon as he got inside, the vehicle would instantly teleport to his new location.
Time passed at his whim. Several times he had spun the sky, turning day to night and back again, although he’d decided to allow things to pass linearly for a bit to give this bizarre situation some shred of normalcy.
He’d been in this world for several weeks now. He’d never grown tired, although he was able to sleep if he wanted to. He would lie down and close his eyes and time would pass in an instant while he woke feeling refreshed. He’d spent the first day having sex nearly constantly with every man he found in this simulated place, changing them to suit whatever urge he felt at the time. The next day he spent eating voraciously, gorging on mountains of food, delighted that he was able to maintain his flawless physique the whole time. After that, he located a nearby amusement park (which may not have existed until Samir had desired to see it; he wasn’t sure) and spent an incredible day there. All of this place’s citizens loved him so much they allowed him to cut the lines without even having to alter any of the park’s specifications. With each passing day, he found himself growing more at home here. The thought of leaving never occurred to him.
Back at home, he passed by his housestaff, now composed of massive circus-strongman-looking men, and ignored their requests for commands. After he passed, they would resume whatever business they’d been involved in when he approached. Up in his bedroom, he found his husband, Victor, lying in bed, sipping champagne. Rose petals had been scattered around the bed, and Victor scattered a handful of them on his chest as Samir entered.
Victor was a full head taller than Samir with full, bulging muscles, a man of dirty blonde hair that swept off his head and down his shoulders, and a huge cock–despite being, at Samir’s specifications, a total bottom. There was nothing better, Samir had thought as he was designing the man, than seeing a huge dick flopping while you pounded a bottom’s enormous ass.
“My love,” he said, licking his lips. “Every moment you’ve been gone, I’ve yearned for your return…”
“Ouch,” Samir said. “Time to dial down that sappiness to your speech.” A window opened and he made some alterations. Victor blinked, then smiled.
“I’ve been looking forward to feeling that big dick all day, daddy,” Victor said, grinding his huge ass into the bed.
“That’s more like it,” Samir said, tearing off his clothes. (Of course, if he’d wanted to, he could have immediately become naked, but there was some charm in doing things the old fashioned way, he found. He wondered if every man-turned-god experienced the same quaint reverence of normality.)
Midway through fucking Victor, Samir felt something happen. His whole body tensed and he let out a roar–and then he grew. His whole body bloomed with size. In a moment he dwarfed Victor, who yelped as a much bigger cock rammed into him. Samir was still in the throes of sex, in shock at the sudden change as he heard his bed collapse under his weight, when the next change occurred: his dick dwindled away. Victor went from silently screaming, his eyes bulging out of his head with each thrust, to turning around curiously, wondering why he couldn’t really feel Samir’s dick anymore.
“What the fuck–” Samir exclaimed, his voice booming. He was shocked at his tiny dick–but even more shocked when he felt his libido spike. He hopped off the bed, shocked that his head was only inches from the ceiling, and stared at his body. He looked like one of the absurd meatheads he’d designed in the gym, only with a little pinkie of a dicklet, looking all the more ridiculous on his huge body.
Then his ass grew–swelling like rising bread as he felt something change within him, like he was being rewired. An insane itch appeared deep within his ass and his knees bent as he found himself crippled with need.
“You ready to get fucked big man?” Victor said as Samir threw his enormous body on the bed. It was crushed instantly (Samir weighed over 500 pounds now) but he didn’t care. All he wanted was Victor’s dick (which had suddenly grown big enough to be a perfect fit for Samir’s gigantic ass).
He moaned like a bitch as Victor fucked him. Deep down, he wanted to command it all to stop, to regain control of this scenario, but the feeling of getting fucked… he was drowning in a tidal wave of lust and desire, losing his will to be in charge. It had to be a glitch, he knew, some flaw in the software… but he was loving Victor’s mammoth new cock too much to care.
*
Daniel smirked as he watched the scene play out on screen. “Ha. Can’t believe Sam likes porn games. Horny fuck.” He’d wondered for years if his brother was gay, but this confirmed it. Why else would he have a game where two guys could fuck?
“Okay, let’s make the blonde guy’s dick even bigger… no, wait, let’s make him fill the big dude up with cum!”
The game was incredibly detailed, with seemingly infinite options for customization. Daniel couldn’t believe how easy it was to make every one of his twisted ideas come true. Then again, moments after the charm of each scenario wore off, he found himself bored again. “This game needs more monsters,” he said. The big guy getting fucked would make a PERFECT one, he thought. Just a few clicks… Daniel couldn’t wait to explore the game outside this little bedroom.
*
Samir couldn’t believe he had cum spraying out his mouth. He could still taste it, still felt its heat in his throat. Victor finally pulled out, his big dick emerging with a loud POP, and Samir climbed off the bed.
“Undo… all of that!” Samir ordered, but nothing happened. Victor stood, staring blankly as if he’d been deactivated. Samir looked at his enormous body and gasped as he had a sudden growth spurt, his head hitting the ceiling. As he crouched, he heard the floor beneath him starting to creak. Another burst of size and his big foot knocked poor Victor off his feet. Samir looked around, desperate for an escape, and headed for the windows. One of his hands busted through the floor and he looked down at one of his burly housestaff, vacuuming in a g-string. The man looked positively tiny in comparison to Samir now. Samir shoved himself forward, smashing through the wall and crashing to the earth below with a loud thud.
He hit so hard he left a crater. As he stood, he saw himself growing yet again. The little dicklet on his groin got bigger until it was nearly a third leg, getting in the way of his gait as it swung back and forth. Samir groaned as he felt his muscles blow up again, and then once more. He felt nearly immobilized by his bulk. Every step was now an awkward waddle. He turned to find himself staring at the roof of his house. He was absolutely enormous–and with each heavy footfall, the earth shook.
Only now, he wasn’t in control of his body. He was now stomping toward the city despite struggling to stop. He had to be thirty feet tall now! The clear sky was now completely overcast with dark, stormy clouds. Like some destructive movie monster, Samir crashed through the beautiful city he’d designed himself. His body moving on its own, he reached down and grabbed a police car, sirens blaring, and hurled it into the sky. It arced over the town, the sirens tone descending as it got further away. He suddenly found himself at the gym, reaching down to rip the roof off it. He stared down at the men he’d been walking around amongst earlier that day–back then, they had been huge, but they were bugs to him now.
He reached down and grabbed one like King Kong, snatching him up. The little musclehead yelped as Samir’s fist swallowed him up, his body swelling with size. The poor guy in Samir’s hand squeaked as he rocketed upward. Samir turned around and squatted down, his huge ass demolishing the gym. He felt one of the tiny men inside go right up his hole, and when he stood he could feel the little roidfreak, stuffed into Samir’s butt headfirst to the waist, kicking his overdeveloped legs wildly.
Samir’s cock immediately sprang up as the squirming muscleman in his butt driving him wild. With the swarthy little bodybuilder in his hand, he jerked his cock, letting out a roar of pleasure at the sensation of his captive squirming against his dick. Policecars gathered around him, opening fire, but the bullets (thankfully) bounced right off him. Samir was helpless as he jerked his cock with one tiny man, another shoved inside him, until he finally blew a load that blasted the little cops off their feet and coated them with gallons of heavy, sticky cum.
Samir bent at the waist and let out a massive fart. The little guy in his ass fired out like a rocket, disappearing into the horizon. Then Samir reared back and launched the man in his hand after him. Inside he was begging for it to stop, helpless as he became a destructive monster in the utopia he’d built for himself.
Suddenly a semi-transparent chiron appeared in the air above him. He watched as news headlines scrolled by:
“WORLD-FAMOUS SAMIR NOW WORLD-FAMOUS MONSTER”
“WHAT HAPPENED TO SAMIR? THREE THEORIES ABOUT HIS MONSTROUS CHANGE”
“HOW TO PROTECT YOUR FAMILY FROM THE DEVASTATION OF SAMIR: MORE AT 9”
Samir continued stomping through the town. After smashing two cars into each other so hard they exploded, he whipped out his dick and pissed on the flames. Another growth spurt made him as tall as the city’s skyscrapers. He stomped around, flexing his incredible muscles and admiring his physique in the reflections of the enormous buildings before punching them over one-by-one.
Military planes continued to dive-bomb him but he easily swatted them away. After a few slaps with his hands, he started swinging his enormous cock at them. He turned to see a helicopter approaching. He reached up to pinch it out of existence but paused as he saw a familiar–but, to him, tiny–blonde face staring back.
“Victor?” he said aloud, his voice booming so loud nearby windows shattered.
Victor leaned out of the helicopter, reaching for him. “Please, stop what you’re doing! I don’t know what happened but we can fix this! Just… stop this rampage!”
Samir’s heart pounded. A day before he’d been sleeping in Victor’s arms, now this man was just a speck to him, crying to him tearfully, terrified of him. He felt his heard pounding thunderously in his gigantic chest. He feared for the worst, knowing whatever was in control of him would no doubt extinguish poor Victor’s simulated life in an instant… but something shifted.
He felt in control again. Whatever had been driving him had given up. Samir blinked and looked around at the demolished town. How could this have happened? Was there any way he could put things back to normal? Could he reboot all of this?
“Babe, I want… I want this to stop…” Samir moaned. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… can we… can we reboot? Can we undo all this?”
Victor reached out toward him, hanging onto the helicopter with one strong hand, reaching to Samir with the other.
“Just take my hand! I’ll make it all go back to normal!” Victor offered. Samir reached for his tiny lover.
Just before they touched, however, Samir felt a sudden tingling in his groin. He blinked as he suddenly felt incredibly warm… and horny. He let out a loud, silly moan as his toes curled. He’d never been so desperate to cum in his life… and it had come on in an instant. He fell to his knees (leaving two craters in the earth) and clenched his fist as his cock, pointed skyward, throbbed and pulsed. Good god did he need to cum!
The sight of Victor was almost enough to push him over the edge. He was shaking with need, looking at that beautiful body reaching toward him… And then, without thinking, he snatched the helicopter like he was plucking a fly from the air. He opened his mouth wide and shook the helicopter into his mouth, watching tiny Victor tumble through the air. The little man didn’t even touch Samir’s lips or teeth as he went down his throat.
Whatever had possessed him before was in control again, but this time… Samir wasn’t unhappy about it. It felt GOOD to smash. His dick leaked precum down on his victims as he smashed through the simulated world. He roared as his balls swung, lost in the lust of being so huge and powerful. He truly was a god now, and none of these men could stop him… and for some reason, he didn’t want them to.
*
Daniel chuckled as he watched Sam’s cute little city fall so easily. This Samir guy was pretty much a gay porn Godilla now. “Ha, I made him eat his husband,” he said. “Maybe I’ll spawn a giant version of the husband and make them so big they fuck the planet in half…”
A vibration in his pocket distracted him from his destructive fun. It was that girl from Tindr, messaging about a meetup. Daniel glanced up at the screen. The big Samir guy was frozen in place, flexing over a demolished football stadium, mouth open in a triumphant bellow.
“This bitch is fucking tight,” he said, licking his lips as the Tindr match sent nude after nude. He glanced up at Sam’s dumb game, then back at the phone. Then he shrugged and walked away. He knew he’d hear it from Sam later on, but then again, that’s what you get when you leave without turning your dumb games off.
*
Samir stood there, frozen, wishing he could move. He felt like he was just about to cum, but he couldn’t reach down to satiate the urge, nor would the sensation abate. He couldn’t even blink, frozen staring down at the town he’d just destroyed.
The world around him wasn’t frozen at all, however. While he stood there, drowning in his libido, rescue crews dealt with his destruction. After many continued attacks on him (none of which did any harm besides tickling his ultra-sensitive cock), the citizens of the little world began cleaning up after the attack. Samir was trapped inside his monstrous form as days turned into weeks, turning into months… there was no way he could keep track of how long it had been as the city repaired itself, finally treating him as a horrifying monument to the destruction that nearly killed them all.
Rescue crews dove down Samir’s throat and liberated poor Victor, who had remained unscathed. Samir couldn’t even turn his head as his husband climbed into a helicopter that took him away. Silently he begged the helicopter would crash into his cock, causing that one bit of friction to push his desperate cock over the edge.
Samir’s Sim-Nation continued, but he was no longer a participant. His body had become a prison, his horniness only increasing, even after the citizens had created gigantic clothes to shield the city’s residents from his nudity.
The whole time, Samir was left to quietly ponder what was going on in the world outside this game–how long had passed? he wondered, and would he ever be able to return to the boring, disappointing life he was now desperate to resume?
