Unearthed

It was still in the middle of the night, the clock showing it as a little past four. Yet there were no signs of the sun over the horizon, instead the dark and ominous storm clouds continued to cover the sky and unleash a barrage of rain.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

My heart racing, my eyes still not fully believing what I was seeing as I stepped closer towards my reflection. I pulled down my underwear and nearly had a heart attack at the inexplicable sight that reflected right back at me.

Flopping wildly out over the elastic band of my underwear was a jaw dropping enormous dick!

Hanging heavy and low, weightily swinging side-to-side, it was now at least double the size of what it once was--stunningly transforming from an average-sized cock to an absolutely gigantic donkey dick! Even while soft, it still looked absolutely engorged and packed with girth.

Fueled with curiosity and lust, I dared to pull down my underwear just a little more. I watched with both disbelief and excitement as my new fat nuts drooped out--sagging and hanging low between my thighs.

I shook my head, as though I was trying to shake away the remnants of my sleep. Pinching myself to see if I was still dreaming, the sharp pain in response informed me that this was absolutely real.

It worked! I successfully manifested my wish into reality!

I stood there for a brief moment, unsure of what to do with this confirmation that the tome worked. But then I figured that I should probably show off my new schlong to Joaquin.

After all, if I gained this through the book, what else could it give me?

What could I wish for next?

Excitingly pulling up my underwear, tightly snug around my prominent bulge, I ran out my room and down the hallway to Joaquin's door.

I didn't even bother to knock, opting to instead barge down his door and force my way into his bedroom. In my defense, I was fueled by excitement to show my little brother my brand-new monster dick!

But Joaquin didn't share the same sentiment, quickly pulling up his underwear and shutting his laptop, "Hey! Hey! Jesus, haven't you ever heard of knocking?" Joaquin yelped, knocking off his box of tissues off his desk.

I didn't even get the chance to tell him the great news or explain what happened. Joaquin's eyes instantly locked onto my bulge and his face told the rest, his jaw dropping to the floor as his eyes became as wide as saucers. Like me in front of the mirror, he simply stood there in disbelief until he finally comprehended what had happened.

"Oh my God!" He exclaimed as soon as it sunk in, jumping out of his seat, and gripping his hands on his head, "You did it!"

We laughed, nearly screaming in excitement as he high fived and hugged one another tightly, hooting and hollering in joy, "I can't believe it!" I shouted, "I can't believe that this actually worked!"

Joaquin broke the hug, taking a few steps back and getting a better view of my bouncing bulge, "Marcos! You look fucking huge!" He exclaimed, his arms extending, "And that's you when you're soft, too!"

Joaquin grabbing his bulge, both of us large and barely constrained by the pouch of our underwear, Joaquin upped the ante by physically whipping his dick out. Not one to be outdone, I quickly followed up, engaging Joaquin in an impromptu size competition.

Comparing our chubs to one another's, both fat and girthy, showed a noticeable difference. Joaquin was still big, undoubtedly. But even from eyesight alone, it was evident that my dick was now larger and thicker than his was. Not by a significant margin, but it was obvious enough to make note of.

"Ha! Looks like your big brother is bigger than you," I teased my little brother, my chest swelling with pride, "The way it should be!"

Joaquin remained silent. His dark brown eyes shooting back and forth between both our cocks, as if he was trying to comprehend the shocking sight in front of him. I had no time to waste, however, I was in a hurry, "Hey!" I nudged his arm, "Lemme make another wish! I want to get jacked like you!"

Joaquin looked genuinely offended by my request, his brow furrowing as he crammed his (smaller) dick back inside his underwear, "No!" was his only response, defiantly crossing his arms.

"Oh come on!" I begged him, fighting the urge to roll my eyes, "Just one more wish, dude! My last one, I promise!"

He scoffed, remaining insolent, "Well, I don't think it's fair that I let you use MY book and now you have a bigger dick than me!" He complained, "And now you wanna get more jacked than me too? Nuh uh, no way!"

"How is that my fault!?" I spat back, defending myself, "That's the book's fault, not mine! You wished for a 'massive' cock, I wished for a 'gargantuan' one! The book must've parsed those two terms differently!"

"However you want to write it," Joaquin cut me off, "It's MY book and it's not fair that you're getting more out of it than I am!"

"Oh, NOW you're complaining about fairness!?" I laughed in his face.

Joaquin was being emotional. And in doing so, he couldn't see the forest for the trees.

I took a deep breath, calming myself down before this turned into a yelling match and this turns nowhere. I was the only one here that saw the raw potential in what we had in front of us.

"Dude! You literally have a book that makes almost ANYTHING you write in it come true!" I tried to nail the point in, "Why are you upset that I have a bigger dick than you now? Just write down that you grow your dick as big as mine and let me make another wish!"

Joaquin's eyes widened in surprise as he scratched his chin, "I...actually never thought of that..." He admitted sheepishly.

Of course he didn't.

"Two wishes," I laid out, elaborating on my idea, "One for you, one for me. You get a dick as big as mine, and I get to become as ripped as you. That way it's even between the both of us. Deal?"

Joaquin thought about it for a second longer before he shook my hand.

Moving quickly towards his bed, Joaquin squatted down and stuck his arm far beneath his mattress until he fished out the dark tome. Now placing it on his desk and pulling out a pen, "Every wish has to be equal!" He reiterated, "One can't get more than the other!"

"Yes, of course!" I placated him, "Hurry up and make your wish so I can make mine!"

Flipping the tome open to the last page, where both our wishes laid in ink, Joaquin scribbled hastily: Joaquin's cock grows to EQUAL size and length as Marcos.

I didn't even wait for Joaquin to hand me the pen, snatching it out of his hand as soon as he dotted the last period. My hand shaking, but still managing to write clearly: Marcos Ortiz gains the same muscled body and physicality of Joaquin Ortiz.

"I thought you liked your body the way it was!" Joaquin expressed confusion as I hastily began to scribble down a quick drawing of sixpack abs and a brawny chest.

"Who cares!?" I dismissively waved the concern off, "If I don't like it, I can always scribble it out!"

A shiver running down my spine at the thought of how much pain I had to go through to gain my new dick, and what that would mean for a new body, but I brushed it off. No pain, no gain. It was worth it.

With that, both wishes written in the tome, we snuck back out into the hallway and creeped back inside Oscar's room for the second time of the night.

It took a bit more finagling this time, Oscar now sleeping on his stomach, but Joaquin eventually managed to prick our younger brother's finger and squeeze two drops of blood--one for each individual wish.

I wasted no time as soon as the drop splattered onto my writing, pulling out my meaty dick and began jerking off. Joaquin was a bit more hesitant, staring directly at my hardening cock and meagerly rubbing himself through his underwear, "Come on," I urged him, pulling on his elastic band, "Don't be shy now..."

In no time, I was totally rigid and hard as a rock. I was utterly massive now, almost comedically, my shaft so fat and cumbersome that I was having considerable trouble fully wrapping my hand around my pure girth.

In fact, truthfully, I found myself more turned on by the mental stimulation of having such a grotesquely huge prick than the physical pleasure of actually jerking off. Yet, I had to mentally remind myself to keep my new muscular body at the forefront of my mind if I wanted this to work. Dream it. Manifest it.

In little time, I unleashed my creamy load, my third in the matter of hours. Splattering violently across the page and the wooden floor.

Joaquin was still struggling. His eyes still glued to my still-engorged cock.

Rubbing his semi-hard chub, merely tugging the foreskin back and forth across his head, I reached over to help him. But he quickly smacked my left hand away at first contact, "Come on, lil' bro." I teased him, my voice thick with lust, "Lemme help you out. After all, what kind of big brother would I be if I didn't?"

"Can you stop reminding me that we're brothers?" Joaquin shot back testily.

Suppressing a laugh as I finally reached over and firmly wrapped his cock in the palm of my left hand. I began working my hand up and down his thick shaft (not as thick as mine, mind you), until he found himself totally erect. While thick, I had no trouble fully wrapping my hand fully around his shaft, which admittingly made it easier for he and I to find a good rhythm as I stroked him.

"Come on, Joaquin." I whispered to him, "Think about your huge new dick. You're gonna be just as big as me..."

Joaquin's hands sliding across his abs and chest, rubbing muscles and squeezing pecs, I could tell he was getting close. His breathing become far more shallow and rapid, his cock beginning to throb in my hand as he fought off the urge to moan. His hands slowly stroking down his chiseled body until they cupped his weighty nuts, softly squeezing and playing with them as I hastened my jerking.

"Big bro and lil' bro," I continued, "Both hung as fuck!"

This was so messed up. But I couldn't ignore the pervy chills that were shooting throughout my body, ecstasy coursing through my veins as I excitingly urged my little brother to cum.

Joaquin's hand plastered across his mouth, muffling his moans as he orgasmed. Thick creamy loads of jizz erupted from his cock, splattering across the pages of the book and mixing with my earlier load.

Oscar was still sound asleep, unaware of what his two older brothers were doing less than six feet away from him. We quickly cleaned up, pulling up our underwear and picking up the book off the floor, leaving Oscar none the wiser of what had just transpired in his bedroom.

I softly closed the door behind us, Joaquin attempting to hold the heavy tome open in both hands as to not have any of the puddles of cum splat onto the floor.

Joaquin remained silent, not saying a word but rather turning his back towards me and walking back into his room without so much as a "good night". The sound of his door shutting served as the exclamation point over what had transpired between the both of us.

I stood alone in the dark hallway. Knowing what we had just done was wrong, but a lustful fire still burned deep within me. God, I needed to pound something.

A cold and slimy texture coated my left thumb, white and frothy. My heart beginning to pick up again as I brought the cum-covered thumb to my lips and hesitated for a brief moment.

This was Joaquin's cum, it had to be. This was the hand that was wrapped around his boner.

Before I even talked myself out of it, I jammed my thumb inside my mouth and immediately wrapped my tongue around it. Sucking it clean, my little brother's juices now coating the insides of my mouth as I remarked how incredibly sweet it tasted.

I returned back to my bedroom. Wrapping myself in blankets and placing my head on the pillow, hoping that sleep would come soon, and I could witness the miraculous come morning.

The drumming of the rain on the window serving as the only sound in the room besides my heavy breathing...

Rough and coarse bark scratching my back, splinters digging their way deep into my skin.

Unable to move. My hands tied behind my back, rope burn permeating my wrists as I struggled and strained against my bondage. Cold and metallic chains strapping my body against the trunk of a great tree.

I was nestled between two great shrubs, on both sides of me. Realizing that escape was futile, I inspected my surroundings. In which I was chained to a large tree, in the middle of a great clearing, which sat in the middle of an endless forest.

And this tree that I was attached to stood in the center of a large symbol, etched in dirt and mud. I recognized the drawing now--a circle within a square, within a triangle, within a circle, the tree sitting at the tip of the triangle.

This is where I was earlier.

This is where they had found me.

I saw them again, the perpetrators. The same ones in my room and the ones chasing me through the woods. I could never get a direct look at them, only appearing in the far corners of my eyes.

But what I was able to get a glimpse of was their scaley bodies, caked with muscles. Beasts that made Joaquin look like a twig in comparison to their mountain-like bodies, comprised of great boulders serving as shoulders, chests the size of buses, and thighs so monstrously thick they could've served as tree trunks.

I struggled to get free. But it was impossible. Even trying to call out for help proved ineffective, words could not come out my lips. All I could do was watch helplessly as the horrid dicks between their legs, so large that they physically reached down to their kneecaps, grew even larger.

Now they were fully erect and rigid, swollen and girthy, and pulsating ceaselessly. A demonically red hue coloring their engorged shafts, they gripped their jagged claws around their heavy dicks and began jerking off.

I was only able to squirm in place helplessly, unable to move or break the chains that bind me. I was their prisoner.

They quickened their pace. Speaking to eachother in a language that I did not understand but sent chills of uneasiness down my spine as they laughed in alien tongue.

Howls and growls from the both of them caused me to brace myself. They were getting close...

Their meaty cockheads directed right towards me, they unleashed a seemingly endless barrage of cum. Plastering every inch of my naked and exposed body under thick rivers of jizz.

I thought it was over. Then came the burning sensation...

First came the smell of burning skin and cooking meat. Then the sounds of boiling and bubbling met my ears, like a pot left too long on the stove...

Like acid, I watched in quiet horror as the skin on my body melted away in thick lumps. Skin and fat roasting off my body, leaving only exposed muscle underneath...

"Marcos!" Joaquin's voice flooded my ears, "Yo, wake up!"

I nearly jumped out of bed swinging, only calming down when I saw Joaquin by my bedside. But before I could even start to describe the horrifying dream I had, Joaquin placed a firm finger over my lips and whispered, "Don't say anything. Just meet me in the garage."

Still on edge, my hands shaking, I managed to nod understandingly. Joaquin tiptoed out of the room and closed the door behind him.

I laid back in bed, the springs squeaking underneath my weight, still racking my brain over the two dreams I had last night. Once an accident. Twice a coincidence...

It was a significant struggle to get out of bed. I had to roll back and forth clumsily and awkwardly, like a turtle on his back, before I was finally able to get my feet on the floor. Then when I stood on my two feet, I noticed I had become uncomfortably heavy, with bated breath, I stood in front of the mirror on the wall.

I almost didn't recognize the individual staring back at me in the mirror.

The big brute of a man was broad and muscular, with the wide shoulders of a quarterback, and beefy biceps to match. His chest, wide and muscular, each pec capped with a big puffy nipple. And his cut six pack abs were to die for!

I spent an embarrassingly long amount of time touching and stroking my new body of muscle and brawn. Watching and feeling with fascination of how these juicy pecs felt in the palm of each hand and, while perfectly defined, how soft my abs were. Every inch of muscle looked perfect to lick and kiss all over.

My eyes drifted downwards to my pronounced bulge. Cupping and rubbing myself, still somewhat in disbelief of my brand-new appearance. Now both ripped and hung, I didn't even get dressed, eagerly rushing out of my room in only my underwear and running down the hallway towards the garage.

I had to adjust for all this new weight I had on me, as I nearly crashed into the door. Stopping myself in the nick of time, I twisted the knob and swung the door open to enter the garage.

There, I was met with the next shocking sight of the day.

Standing like Superman with his hands on his waist, Joaquin stood totally naked before me. His body, big and brawny, was impressive undoubtedly. But my eyes drifted down to his dick--looking as though a forearm were literally jutting straight out of his body--it stood insurmountably girthy and gargantuan.

Our eyes met.

And we immediately burst into laughter.

Despite our differences, as brothers often have, we were now completely identical in terms of both our bodies and dicks! Both of us were now muscled and strong, and incredibly hung to the likes of porn stars!

I immediately swung my dick out of my underwear and excitingly approached my packin' lil' bro.

He was already prepared, making a first strike by ramming his heavy cock against mine. Striking back, I whacked my quickly hardening dick against his. The combined weights of our pricks slapping against eachother sent jolts of pleasure throughout my body with each contact.

Both our dicks were enormous. We were now fully identical in both length and girth. I noticed that even the fat veins that colored our shafts seemingly mirrored one another, and that our pubes were now both bushy and untamed.

Our balls swinging madly, slapping against our thighs and the undersides of our shafts with each heavy whack of our pricks against eachother. Both our us tightly gripping the base of our shafts, unable to fully control the impressive weight of our boners smacking and swiping eachother.

Joaquin and I carried on playing Dick Wars, swordfighting and laughing wildly over how freakishly large we both were now.

Then came the knock on the door.

Joaquin and I displaying our best "Oh shit!" look, I quickly pulled up my underwear as Joaquin jumped behind a weight bench to conceal his lower half.

The door opened, my back towards it as I couldn't even dare turn around with my boner threatening to tear out of my underwear, "What's so funny in here?" Came Oscar's voice.

"Nothing!" Joaquin snapped back sharply, "Go back to sleep."

I gave a stern look in Joaquin's direction, serving as a nonverbal reminder to calm down. With my back turned towards my little brother, "It's nothing, Oscar," I calmy explained, "We were just acting stupid, that's all. We're working out."

"In your underwear?" Oscar pointedly questioned.

Now it was my turn to come up with something, "Y-Yeah!" I tried to explain, "There was an article I read online about working out in your underwear, be-because it's better for like...erm...circulation!"

"Yeah!" Joaquin jumped back in, "And your blood flow!"

I rolled my eyes. Joaquin wasn't helping.

I turned my head over my shoulder to try to get a glance at Oscar. His head peeking through the door, the look on his face remained unconvinced, "You two look really, uhh, swole..." He commented.

"Oh yeah! Ya' know, I sometimes wear really baggy clothing so it's kinda hard to see." I explained away, "Like, I've been really hitting up the gym on campus, soooooo..."