Nothing. No ideas. Stupid empty brain! Devin tossed his datapad onto his bed in disgust. Maybe this was a waste of his time anyway. After all, this wasn't his job, it was a hobby, something he did because he wanted to be creative. It wasn't even bringing in much in the way of money, at least not yet. Devin's job, reporting directly to the Librarian of the University at Cambridge, was management of Janus, the networking hub connecting the various archival collections at the university.
Quite the big job it was, too; before the world's transition to Cyberdream, the digitization project had been completed in a rush, and now even years later there were still plenty of connections needed to make every item across the hundreds of collections available. Devin was up to the task, he was a brilliant librarian; they hadn't requested him specifically for the project for no reason, after all. Lately, though, he hadn't been passionate about the job. He stayed up late on most nights, probably depriving himself of much-needed sleep, pursuing his real passion. It had begun with some unrelated insomnia...no, it began much earlier than that, and he knew exactly when.
It had begun that wonderful, unforgettable night a few years ago that he'd spent with Elena.
Before her, Devin had met with limited success romantically. It wasn't that he was particularly lacking in charm, nor was he unattractive; his wavy brown hair past his shoulders tied back for convenience, his hazel eyes rather uniquely flecked with gold, his body kept fit and trim from a love of swimming. No, the source of his problems was obvious, and obnoxious, and unavoidable. Devin was blessed, or cursed, with an almost ludicrously unwieldy penis.
Unobtrusive enough when soft, thankfully, a small miracle, but when aroused it bloated obscenely, filling out to 46 centimeters of throbbing, seam-straining cock. At least! Devin swore that under the right circumstances, when he was feeling particularly randy or a lovely lady was especially fit to his type, he could feel it getting longer and thicker, as though his lust demanded that he split a girl in half. The doctors were never quite sure what to make of it. He was perfectly healthy, no abnormalities, no genetic defects that they could find. There were no issues with the routines for his real image; they seemed to be accurately representing what they read from his genetics. He was just...really, really big. His parents hadn't been wealthy, and before taking the job at Cambridge, Devin had no particular prestige either, so data surgery to reduce in size what was basically a cosmetic inconvenience had been beyond him.
Before that fateful night, Devin's relationships had gone one of two ways as soon as things became sexual. The most common was that his girlfriends would stare at his dick as it rose and swelled into a huge pillar of need, become almost immediately terrified, call the whole thing off, and never go out with him again. Less commonly, but worse in their own way, were the women who weren't scared of his epic rod, but treated him like a toy, a mere thing to be used for their pleasure, an impossibly rare trinket that they could show off to impress their peers, a testament to their prowess that they could tame his titanic member. Those girlfriends, Devin left.
Oh, but Elena was different. He had contacted her on some hookup network or another, lonely and lost and almost irretrievably horny. He'd just scared off another girl, who mustered the courage to tease and stroke him but lost her nerve before he'd finished and literally fled from his apartment. Elena's profile had caught his eye, because she was beautiful and lushly curved, yes, but more importantly because her description said she wanted to be filled. Perhaps, he had thought, she would turn out to be just another of the selfish size queens, but at least if that were the case he could get off and treat the whole thing as a once-and-done hookup.
He went to her apartment, and she'd greeted him with a smile, and with an unexpected meal. She'd just ordered dinner, and they'd messed up the order and sent her another, so now she had two full English breakfasts and was happy to share. They'd chatted over the food, more of a date than the casual sex he'd been expecting. And then. Oh, and then, she awoke something in Devin that had slept for so long.
He'd said the words he'd repeated time and again: "I want to warn you, before we start, I'm quite large." It almost never helped, but he figured it was only polite. Elena had looked eager on hearing that, which he had rather expected, but what came next was new. She'd stripped for him, and she was so incredibly sexy, he undressed before he ripped something. When she saw his towering tool, she behaved differently than anyone before ever had. She was enraptured, like she'd just been handed the fulfillment of a life-long dream. No fear, no selfishness, but true desire.
She sank to her knees in front of him, and lavished his cock with attention. Stroking, kissing, licking, sucking, telling him how wonderful he looked. Devin had never experienced anything like it. She didn't want to use him like a toy, she wanted to share pleasure with him. So when she pushed him down, straddled his face with her wide hips, and asked him to reciprocate while she loved on his dick some more, he set to the task with gusto, and within moments they shared their first orgasms of the night. He would have been satisfied, but the best was yet to come.
Elena had explained her mods to him, rather vaguely at first, hinting at a surprise that he would love. She wanted to ride him, "so you can get the best look at this" she'd said. She had slowly slid down his gargantuan pole, and as she did he watched her breasts slowly swell, growing noticeably larger by the time she hit bottom. Devin was fairly sure she explained in more detail later that evening, in between bouts of unbridled passion, but this first time all he knew was that he had to have more of this amazing woman.
She bounced joyously on his cock, reveling in the feeling of being filled beyond her normal capacity, her perfect breasts pulsing in size with every stroke. It was the most erotic, sensual display he'd ever seen, and he could feel his body trying with all its might to be harder, longer, thicker, so that she'd get ever so slightly larger herself. The night had been very long, and Devin learned what it was to really have a lover, for the first time in his life. Elena had noted how worked up he got over the growth that her mods enabled, and gently teased him about it a few times. She clearly thought he simply liked big boobs; she couldn't have known it was so much more than that. Only one other person knew about the dreams.
Devin had been having dreams about bigness since his early teens, and not just size but growth. It had been the first sexual dream he'd ever had; he never knew what had sparked the idea in his horny teenage brain, but the image had never left him. A young woman sitting in a lecture hall, learning about recent technological advances, whose breasts slowly outgrew her bra, then her shirt, then her desk, and eventually the entire enormous room, as the professor explained the sensual spectacle unfolding before the class in dry, technical terms. That one was the first, but only the beginning.
For years, Devin's sleeping hours had been regularly visited, sometimes overwhelmed, by ballooning asses, burgeoning bellies, cocks bloating to sizes even he found unbelievable, fattening lips, giantesses reaching to the heavens, but more than anything else, breasts. Warm and soft, enveloping him in their bosomy embrace, fat nipples filling his mouth, lovely huge tits wrapping around his giant cock, or around his body. He could never escape the dreams of growth. Maybe they were built into him, just like his own impressive equipment. They'd started before he got so big, after all.
The only person he'd ever told about the dreams was Angie, his first girlfriend. He had been so young, barely leaving childhood behind, she only a little older. They'd talked about their fantasies, and he shyly told her about the persistent, erotic dreams. She hadn't laughed, or teased him, or called him weird or sick. Even so, they broke up a few months later. She'd said that knowing what he dreamed, what he really desired, made her feel inadequate, even though they weren't even having sex; she had subconsciously been gaining weight to be bigger for him, and she said that it was probably not healthy for them to stay together. Probably just as well that they broke it off before things went any further, because not long after he told her, his own growth had begun in earnest. He never told anyone else his dark, secret dreams of expansion.
So Elena didn't know that it was more than just novelty, more than just big boobs. She didn't know that she was literally one of Devin's dreams brought to life, as though manifested from his mind into the 'Dream they all shared. She was kind and loving and generous, she wanted him so badly, and being the target of that from her healed wounds in his heart he hadn't even known were there, but it wasn't a relationship, it was a hookup, and Devin couldn't resist her. He found reserves of stamina he hadn't known were in him; every time he thought he was spent, the memory would hit him of her fantastic tits pushing outward as his cock slipped ever so deep inside her hungry, inviting body, and he stiffened again for another round. Who needed to sleep when the dreams that chased through his brain were right there for the taking?
When they finally said their goodbyes, they promised to keep in touch. Rather unexpectedly, they had, and Devin hoped maybe he could build something with her, be more than a fat cock to someone. Then, the call from Cambridge came, and he couldn't turn down one of the most prestigious libraries in the world specifically requesting his talents. He hadn't had a good excuse to go back to New York, or anywhere in BOMA, since. Devin hoped she was happy, hoped maybe she'd found someone to satisfy her hunger even better than he could. Maybe he should send her a note, he thought.
In any case, the passion he'd experienced with Elena added a new dimension to his dreams, and made them more vivid and explicit than ever. It was that night, he was sure, that had set him down the path he was on now. Without her giving him so much that night, he never would have turned his vague disquiet with his job and his occasional insomnia into a creative delve into the world of smut. It began with watching holoporn, hoping that post-orgasmic languor would lead to sleep. Almost inevitably, his desire for more interactive entertainment and the expansion fantasies burned deep into his psyche led him to find an entire community of like-minded people, creating stories and art and holos and games about transformation and size and growth.
