The most incredible of bodily fatigue nearly paralyzed me, confining me to the messy cotton tomb that was my bed. I couldn't do much but groan weakly and observe the room. Stuffy and stagnant air. My blankets and sheets carried an odd smell. Flickering purple lights chaining around the ceiling were left on. Below them, and at random spots on the carpet, were a variety of fallen items, including a broken lamp and some knickknacks. My room looked like someone robbed it. Other than the room, so many parts of my body and head were sticky. It was as if a sugary drink was left to dry on my skin. I wasn't wearing anything, which was very unlike me, considering I always wore gym shorts and a v-neck to sleep. Those were scattered somewhere on the floor.

I needed to put the pieces together. A great soreness welcomed itself between my legs and my rear when I tried sitting at the edge of the bed. Even after readjusting my posture, it would not leave. I felt hollow on the inside. I could stand up somewhat fine if I kept my legs spread out. My balance swayed periodically. I waddled my way to open the window to clear the musty air out the room. The sun was blurred behind a screen of thin clouds on a hazy sky. A little dry outside. On the windowsill was a small baggie of pink, chunky powder the consistency of brown sugar. I studied the bag, trying to recall what it was. I've seen it before. If I had a shower, maybe I would remember more, but already some of it was coming back to me. 

"Jesus. You're not messing around, huh?" 

Loady looked out the window and muffled an "Unh unh" as he stirred the powder, before taking a swig of the drink mix.

It was my birthday. The lucky number 23: turning 23 on the 23rd. Rarely do I give myself the time to party and do something big, so I wanted to celebrate with Loady by having some sluff. I haven't had it in a while since it's a little strong for my taste, but tonight felt like a great time to have it again. We chose to have 300 mg more than the average dose.

The music warmed my room as Loady approached me with the cup. He offered it to me as if it were a ritualistic chalice. I leant over from my chair to him as I rose the glass and sipped. The sluff was only partly soluble in water. Had a weird, wet sand kind of mouth-feel. I winced at the overly tart flavor. I looked once again to him, with him returning a relaxed gaze from wide white eyes back to me. He brought his hat's brim up and sat on the bed. 

I took a game controller into my hands. "So what now?" 

"We wait!" 

I cleaned up the room slowly, being mindful to bend over with my back instead of squatting. Dirtied clothes in the hamper. I situated the trinkets back in their original places. Replaced the bulb in the lamp. Next to it was a controller for a game console. It too was returned to its home. 

Things were beginning to look at least a little more tidy, but then I noticed a more questionable item: a bottle of lube. I stopped immediately in my tracks. My mouth parted. Finally, I remembered the night. 

About one hour after we both consumed the chalice of hallucinogenic glory, we were feeling some rather peculiar sensations. I had a fit of giggles. Has your face ever hurt from smiling too much? I couldn't wipe the grin from my face, and neither could Loady. He was absolutely beaming, especially if we looked at each other. His eyes could not have looked wider or milkier. Then we would start staring and laughing again, sometimes with remarks such as "Your eyes are so huge!" or unintelligible half-sentences. Goofy and fun. The gooey happiness and empathy colored our faces red, searing them with heat and raising our heart rates. It had become a cartoon.

I stood up, only to fall to my knees again. Sluff has a fast onset. We were quickly under its psychedelic spell. I said nothing, but I thought everything besides bouncing in my toony body. My senses skyrocketed. I collapsed to the floor on my back to reassess my balance. I remained motionless, yet any moment I would hover up to the ceiling and phase through. Saturated vision, and carpet fibers were a cotton current and the ceiling fan breathed to and fro as if it were underwater.

Loady was rolling around on the bed babbling “This feels weird,” with an absent face, looking off into the popcorn ceiling. The reverb in his voice vibrated my brain as he lay buzzing with the popcorn above him.

"Oh my God, Yung… Yung…" he said with a shaky voice. His breathing grew into shorter bursts as he laid still, except to turn his head to me. His eyes spun in their sockets as he grew. It started with his body as a whole, turning his once small marshmallow of a body into a much larger, but considerably sized log. Loady was growing to slightly over my own height. 

Trying to catch a better glimpse of his growth, I threw my weight over the side of the bed, using Loady’s arm as a crutch to bring myself up, despite another stumble as I finally stood up. Psychedelic music, fit for the occasion, rocked me under a surface of synths. Invisible sound waves carried me up to view the simplex’s large size.

He heaved a breathy moan as he reached for the pillow. He turned away, covering his face with it to give harder, drawn groans into the pillow. He writhed—almost uncomfortably so—in lustful frustration. His cock swelled while it was still soft. The thing must have been a foot long already but sat thick and heavy between his legs like a great sausage. I could only ogle the size of it and his giant balls, each the size of my fists. The textures of the blankets and sheets amplified themselves against his skin, making him more sensitive than before. The slightest rub of his dick against the bed made it pulse harder.

I crept to the end of the bed for another angle. Two lumps began forming on his chest as his feet expanded. Our brain tissues melted themselves through the crevasses. We couldn't understand feeling such an immense sexual lust consume us by so much as staring at the growth. His ginormous blob feet both filled my arms until one alone could squash against my torso and head combined. 

I smothered myself deeply onto them, pushing my face into his soles as the ends of his feet cradled my head. They had a subtle give, like memory foam. If I squeezed my arms around them, they would spread out slightly to cover more of me. Pillows suitable for most of my body.

"I'm so huge! I'm so big, I'm so big, aaah hehe!" he laughed. A mixed reaction of pleasure, laughter, and childish awe painted his face under a cheesy grin. Loady spread his hands over his chest as his newly-formed breasts inflated like water balloons. Their mass extended past the width of his own chest.

I was absolutely overcome with desire. I threw myself on top of him. I straddled his squishy white body under my legs, with his dick just behind my ass and his boobs in front of me. I felt myself rise up as if I were laid out on an inflating air mattress. It was his ass, spreading outwards from his behind into two fully engorged spheres. All of it danced with synchronized movements, as toony as it were.

"You're… I…" I stammered, bringing myself down over him. "I love your big body, it's so… mhh…"

He whined a high and soft pitched groan as he grew once more. Finally, he was complete. I sprawled my arms around him as best I could, but my hands couldn't reach one another when I hugged him. My feet could only get to his knees with how massive he had become: 8 feet, maybe 9. Each of his tits could not be held with two outstretched hands for each were the size of watermelons. Atop them were grape-sized, tender nipples. Loady brought his arms in, squishing the giant orbs together as he reached around me with one hand surrounding, and the other cradling my ass. It served as a hot, warm seat for my bottom, a comfortable chair to wiggle around in. I was not surprised he could hold my whole torso with one hand, considering how large he was. The grip of his black hands were silky. 

His cock stood at its fullest length, finally towering rock hard in the air behind me. The girth stretched up my back to the back of my head if I sat up. The tip was as enormous as a cantaloupe. A gummy and squishy bulb when it poked at back of my head. 39 inches. Over a yard of ginormous white cock, thicker than my thigh. Below it was a full and plump sack. 

I coddled my big simplex boyfriend all over. In response, he turned me to my side so he could bring his cock under me. All of the bells and whistles were here. I was sprawled over his gargantuan cock. The tip leaked pre over my face if I put my head down on it. His leg was bent to ease his blob foot over my entire ass like a cushy seat. One of my arms were tucked behind him to hold as much of his ass as possible. Two large cheeks no different than his boobs, one of which filled my shoulder, elbow, wrist, and palm.

We laid there for a time I could not determine. I was certain, however, that our minds were beginning to part from our bodies. Being wrapped in Loading Artist’s body, and his in mine, we were convinced that we were connected to each other beyond the physical. The windows were open. A murmur of rustling leaves came upon my room, only to recede with the white noise occupying holes in my brain with a scalding, but comfortably hot sensation. When I closed my eyes, I attended to it. It then turned into a kind of vertigo, where each of my body’s sections collapsed into Loady until I could not tell the two apart. Nausea’s tendrils began to constrict my stomach, but I was able to fight it off.

The next I recall, Loady was colossal in his stature as he sat up on top of me. My purple lights flickered softly across the ceiling. His knees pushed down over the corners of the bed, and his marshmallow dick reached just at my nose. His hat was brushing against the ceiling. The giant stick figure, oblivious to the scene, accidentally knocked over a number of objects from the nightstand.

"I love you, Yung…"

I muttered trying say the same to him, but before I could say it clearly, he gently rolled me over onto my stomach. He pulled his hips back to prod his giant tip in between my cheeks. My cock was tiny by comparison. His length was over six times that of my own.  The sweat beads spotting my forehead dampened the pillow when I leaned into it. My ass spread as much as possible to accommodate his size. The tip alone felt the same as one of my own asscheeks. 

Loady huffed in excitement. He snatched a bottle of lube from inside the nightstand.The pump wasn’t enough. He took the cap off and slathered his tip and shaft to a shined gloss before he began to press it against me. I could feel my muscles hug the tip before they wrapped around it, finally popping Loady’s cock inside me. 

Only a quarter of his cock was going in, but he continued to force his log of a dick in me. I choked the pillow between my arms, swinging my feet up and down with each inch. The vertigo intensified. My eyes reeled within their sockets from the pleasure. My lungs were forced out of their place. I took sharp gasps for air. The foamy consistency of Loady’s dick allowed him to squeeze the sheer length of it through my asshole with ease, before it expanded back to its original size on the other side. 

My chest grew tight and I closed my eyes. For a brief moment, it was too overwhelming. I managed to dismiss it; this drug-induced frenzy was something to have fun with. So I wanted more. I needed more. The lust drooled from my mouth as the simplex cock slowly pulled out, reducing the bulge in my abdomen before it returned again, larger than before. My organs squashed aside. Hallucinations only grew stronger in tandem. My body began to give way to the giant Loading Artist pumping his cock faster in me. It became a part of me. We were unifying. After all, he is only this big for me.

Loady brought his body over me. He whispered repeatedly in my ear how much he loved me. It was difficult to make out between the wet slapping, my moans, and the sluff fogging it all. Eventually the tightness in my chest crept up into my throat. I was fully impaled by his cock. The gummy tip engulfed the back of my throat, and inched forward out of my mouth. He released a boom of a moan. He began crying. Beautifully cataclysmic ecstasy waves. Blood vessels beat outwards against my face’s skin. Realities were coming true. I was his and his only. I was meant for him. He knew it. We knew it. In our heads, our souls were swirling a frantic dance through one another. And that’s when we couldn’t hold it any longer.

Our wild screams were filling the room alongside the bed slamming repeatedly against the wall. The frame's legs bent with slightly with each thrust. His gargantuan balls slapped eagerly against the back of my sack. Loady ravished my insides, picking me up tightly in his hands to slam all of his length through me. His tip produced another bulge protruding from the center of my throat, until I forcibly unhinged my jaw to let his tip exit my mouth. The white noise left my head to swarm all over my skin. In slow motion, I lost sensation of my extremities. Dissociation. As the purple lights began etching themselves over my eyes, something was stretching my perception beyond my body. It all felt foreign. Time felt it finally slowed to halt. I floated there, in outer space, as a bodiless gathering of energy. When I finally came to, all of the sounds I could try releasing came out as gargled gibberish, hushed by the wet plopping of his enormous sack upon my ass. 

Once one of his jet streams of cum squirted, he pulled half of his cock out. Loading Artist cried out my name, cracking halfway through his voice. Although I felt slightly hollow, what replaced it were hot gushes of cum. With each pulse of Loady's dick, I hacked and coughed on the cum, spilling it out of my mouth. I couldn't swallow anything since my throat was already pounded to smithereens.

I could describe the moments that followed as one of the most surreal sensations I had ever experienced. I laid out on the bed like a deflated pool toy, shrunken flat and flimsy at the loss of air in its body. It oozed but small traces of air from its hole, except I had been oozing with simplex semen. I had begun descending from the roller coaster, and came to witness the reality of the situation. I am on a heavily soiled cotton blanket, with my speaker knocked onto the ground in a standby connection, blinking a bluetooth symbol. The silence of the night’s grasp pulled on me like tar, a sticky yet comfortable embrace.

Loading Artist shrunk down in and out of my memory. Time jumped to a completely random moment of time in the late night. I felt like I faded out. It was the afterlife--I was almost convinced, in the half-hazy disorientation of a drug binge. But I was still drifting through a mysterious space of comfort and lost memories. The last of what would occur passed my crackling thoughts. I could describe this as an ego death. I was in the vast infinity of space itself without a perception of one’s identity. It extended horizons upon horizons. I was consumed into a fading holy oblivion. The singularity of the black hole. Reducing, whittling, and a whisper. Something, nothing.