I was in a daze the rest of the day. I'm sure that was partly because all the blood from my brain had drained into my oversized cock, which was huge and hard the whole rest of the day despite my halfhearted attempts to "think" it down. Every time I did, my mind drifted back to that magical encounter with Matt, his beautiful body—only slightly augmented by me!—his angelic face—his pure excitement at the thought of an illicit encounter in the supply closet. I could still feel his warm, moist mouth wrapped around my cock, but more than that I could feel his ecstasy. I'd never have guessed it but somehow I knew that he'd been dying to commit the unthinkable for a high school jock—doing it with a guy.

As for me, my anxieties from that morning had melted away. I was thrilled beyond belief. I'd been "doing it" for years, but only in my hyperpowered imagination. Now the only thing that was keeping me from going nuts over this frightening change in my life—the fact that my imagination had grown so strong it was starting to affect reality—was that I'd finally done it with a guy for real. Not just any guy, either, but Matt, whom I'd been fantasizing about for years.

My cock stayed bone hard the whole rest of the day, throbbing obscenely up out of my jeans and under my shirt. I tried keeping my books in front of it, but I think a few guys noticed anyway—I saw some double-takes in the halls between classes.

I practically ran home. Whenever I'm excited my cock grows a little with every pulse, with every throb, and by the time I got home my cock had nearly reached my collar bone, huge and hard and pulsing, stretching my t-shirt. I ran straight up to my room and shut and locked the door.

I stripped off my clothes and confronted the monster growing up out of my crotch. It was impossibly large, much larger than I'd ever imagined it, a third leg pointing up, demanding my attention and getting it. I started stroking it with both hands, and as I did I imagined my hands larger, so they could wrap around—broad palms, extra-long fingers, strong and supple, and even as I did so I felt hot primal energy welling up in my massive balls. I stroked faster and harder, moving my head forward a few inches and wrapping my mouth around the head. My whole body shuddered at the sensation—my mouth felt hot against my cockshaft, and my cockshaft felt steelhard and hot and velvety rough-smooth in my eager mouth.

Slowly I fed that cock into my mouth, pushing it into my throat as if I were fucking a virgin ass; my throat felt just as tight, and just as furnace hot, as my own ass, narrow, eager, hot, yearning. The more I sucked it, swallowed it, stroked it, the more I drove myself deeper into a timeless moment of sultry ecstasy.

I tried to hold back, keeping urgent cum at bay for nearly a minute as the pleasure grew exponentially, then finally it burst and I came and came and came into my mouth. I'd only ever done this in my fantasies before, and now that it was real it was different, better. It felt real. My senses were overloaded and I fell back on the bed and lay there drained and semi-conscious, without moving, halfhard cock twitching on my abs, for a long time, as dusk set in and my dreams slowly took over.

The phone jarred me suddenly awake.

As I glanced at the clock—it was only 4:30 in the afternoon, but it was winter and so the sun was already low in the sky and my room was dim with gathering dusk—I realized that there was a heavy weight on pressing down on my entire body, chest, torso, cock, legs. I glanced down. Looking up at me was another me.

I could tell at a glance that this was the body from the recurring dream: we were both me, but stretched to over seven and a half feet tall, packed with almost too much muscle yet lithe, limber, lanky, with long, long arms and legs and long, long abs, with a pleasure trail that led down to a long, long cock.

My own eyes met mine. His were golden instead of my green, just as they always were in the fantasy, but they were my eyes, I could feel the depth of them, I could sense all of him through them. I looked into them and felt a shiver.

The other me spoke softly. He said, "Don't make me go away." I blinked and nodded, and he smiled. Honestly, his weight felt comforting on top of me. His head was resting on one of my bulging stone-hard pecs. His hand started to idly caress the other one, long slow circles. Our sleeping cocks, nested and intertwined with each other, started to wake up a little. It occurred to me that there'd never been much foreplay in the dream, but I could lie like this for hours.

The phone was still ringing. I reached out to pick it up but my arm overshot the receiver and I had to look over at it to coordinate placing my big hand on the thing. I lifted the receiver and placed it against my ear. The other me watched expectantly.

I heard nervous breathing for a moment. My brows knitted. Golden-eyes frowned up at me. Just as I was about to say something a shaky voice said, "Rick?"

"Matt?" I said. "What's wrong? Are you O.K.?" Goldeneyes lifted his head and motioned for me to let him hear. He shifted up on my body so I could put the receiver between our ears. Our heads were close together now; I was distracted by the warmth of his breath, the brush of his unshaven chin against mine. Our cocks twitched again.

"Um, yeah," came Matt's voice, steadier now. "I'm O.K. I mean, I'm more than O.K.," he went on, his voice full of amazement. "Only something fucked up is going on. And it ain't no growth spurt," he added.

I nodded. I remembered thinking about my cum, how some part of my mind had added potency to it as Matt sucked me in the storage closet that afternoon. Seeds of the imagination, I remembered thinking. I exchanged glances with Goldeneyes. He nodded, biting his lip.

"I believe you," I said.

I heard a sigh of relief over the line, as if he'd been practically holding his breath.

"What's happened?" I said calmly.

There was a long pause. I felt my heart beating—I felt our hearts beating, and I was startled to realize they weren't quite in time. We waited, not wanting to rush him.

Finally he took a deep breath and said in a firm voice, "Wings."

I caught my breath. Unbidden the image of Matt's perfect, well-muscled, ideally proportioned body adorned with powerful, graceful wings leaped into my head, and into Goldeneyes's mind as well, as we stirred simultaneously, unconsciously licking our lips. Our already half-hard cocks, still a little intertwined, started to stiffen rapidly, tugging against each other with friction as they grew and hardened.

"Wings?" I said.

"Yeah," he said softly. He waited for my reaction. He didn't have to wait long.

I willed myself to speak calmly. "I want to see," I said.

Matt gasped. "Really?" he said, amazed.

"Yes," said both of me at once, but Matt was too flustered to notice the other voice.

"I thought—"

"You thought I'd freak out," I said. Our cocks were completely hard by now and Goldeneyes was humping me lightly, a massive hand under the covers wrapped part-way around our two cocks.

"And you were the only one I could even think of. Oh, man—I don't know what to do—"

"I'll be there in five minutes," I said calmingly. I could almost sense his grateful smile through the phone. "Thanks, dude." I hung up.

Without even thinking about it I knew what Goldeneyes was about to say. "You can't go," I said, easing out from under him, gently slipping my rod out of his fist.

"I want to go," he said. He rolled over onto his back as I stood up next to the bed, still stroking his own long cock, so tall that his massive feet were on the floor at the foot of the bed even though his head was brushing the headboard. I stood over him, my hard cock bobbing in the air, my head too close to the ceiling.

"C'mon, I have to—you know, change back," I said, looking down at my body.

"No you don't!" he said, sitting up. "You should tell him everything. He's not going the buy the crap we fed him this afternoon—he's got to know that this is about fantasies coming true."

I stared at him, knowing he was right. And I knew the answer even before I said, "We don't have any clothes that'll fit—"

He grinned as suddenly we both said together, "We will if we imagine them!"

A few moments later we were walking down Woodside Drive toward Matt's around the corner, aglow with the surreality of the moment. We knew, of course, that reality would set in soon—Mom and Dad and my buds at school knew I wasn't seven feet tall and didn't have a twin brother with golden eyes. We wanted to prolong the moment. So we walked through the neighborhood, unnoticed in the twilight. We were dressed alike, in long black jeans, enlarged versions of my favorite cobalt-blue crew-neck shirt, and something I'd admired in a shop window downtown—a thigh-length black leather overcoat. It looked awesome packed with muscle, and I took the unique opportunity of admiring my bod by means of the clone walking excitedly alongside me, long muscular legs striding purposefully down the street, hands in the jacket pockets. It was still dawning on me that this was real—that he was real, that he was flesh and blood and mind. I grinned in simple pleasure.

Then I thought of Matt. Things weren't so simple for him now—he didn't know what was going on. Well, I could fix that, anyway.

I hadn't touched our bodies at all. We ought to have felt self-conscious, but we didn't somehow. Too much was going on. Still, I was starting to feel exposed as we reached the intersection—

Suddenly Goldeneyes stopped, slapping my arm. I turned to look at him, standing close to him, the same thought breaking across my mind.

What he said was, "Why are we walking?"

We stared at each other and grinned broadly. We leaned toward each other, bringing our warm lips together for a tingly kiss—

—and when we pulled apart we were outside Matt's big white-board and brick house a block away.

It was nearly dark now. I looked up at the house and then turned toward my clone. His eyes glinted very slightly in the light from the porch lamp.

We didn't want to ring the doorbell—that might make Matt come downstairs, and we were betting he was holed up in his room, anxiously waiting for his new friends help, trying not to think about anything. The trouble was I'd never been inside Matt's. Imagining the doorstep in front of Matt's was easy—I'd walked past it a million times on the way to the bus stop. But I couldn't just imagine myself in a place I'd never been.

"Let's try thinking of Matt himself," Goldeneyes suggested.

We closed our eyes and tried thinking about Matt. I've thought about this a lot since then. I think what I was doing was imagining—and therefore creating—some kind of a psychic link with Matt, because what I saw in my mind after a few moments of really tough concentration was not Matt but a misty version of what Matt was seeing. It took me a moment to realize that, though, because Matt was looking into a mirror.

We caught our breath. The mirror only showed from the shoulders up, a tantalizing glimpse of him and no more. His face looked the same, though ever so slightly more beautiful. His hair was short now, very short—Marines short. His shoulders were much broader, his traps and delts bulging not like a bodybuilder's but like someone—maybe, again, a serviceman—who'd piled on muscle mass in the course of his duties.

Peeking over those shoulders were the upper curves of what were obviously massive wings, light tan in color, powerful and erotic and very masculine.

He was staring into the mirror, still stunned, amazed, scared, aroused.

All we had to do was imagine ourselves in that image, in the bedroom we could see behind him in the mirror, and we'd have the rest. We wasted no time.

In the space between moments we shifted from the doorstep to Matt's bedroom. And there he was. He was naked. The folded wings framed his perfect ass and gorgeous, muscular legs and accentuated the breadth of his shoulders. We expected he'd be shorter because we were so stretched, but he'd grown, too, his buzz-cut head nearly level with ours. The wings quivered and shifted and I knew we were both seized with a desire, a yearning, to see him fly, to fly with him, to make love to him in the air. We stared, our cocks pumping and steel hard under our shirts.

Suddenly he noticed us in the mirror and yelped, swinging around. From the front his body was even more beautiful: packed with perfectly sculpted muscle, hard and defined. I wanted to lick every inch of that tanned and sweat-sweet torso. We were also startled and aroused to see two huge erections, straight and side-by-side, throbbing, jostling each other, begging for mouths to be wrapped around both of them. We grinned, now truly glad we'd both come over.

He stared at us with intense arousal and a little fear. The psychic connection, I was surprised to realize, was still there: I could sense that he was starting to understand I was at the bottom of what had happened to him all day. The thought that I had some kind of power was deeply alluring to him. This stunned me in turn, and I very quickly tried to turn my thoughts from what he was feeling; but his arousal was intense and couldn't be ignored, and it was feeding mine, so that even as I stood there fully clothed I felt on the verge of a yearned-for release.

He looked from me to my clone and back. "You did this?" he whispered, gesturing at his own transformed body.

I shook my head. "No, you did," I said softly. "But you were able to do it because of my cum. At least," I said, glancing at Goldeneyes, "I think that's how it happened."

"How?" He breathed, taking a step toward us. His wings fluttered slightly.

"I can imagine things," I said. "The last couple days I imagined things, and they started turning real." As proof I imagined our clothes off, piled up on the bed, and we were standing there, naked, our monstrous erections tapping obscenely against our precum-damp sternums. He gasped and then was breathing hard, drinking us in. But still there was a twinkle in his eyes. "You were imagining things about me in class, weren't you?" he asked grinning. He glanced at Goldeneyes, who grinned back. "Don't look at me," he said. "I didn't exist then."

We closed the difference, and he started to reach for our cocks with both hands, then stopped. "Not here," he said. He moved over to the window and threw it open easily. "I've wanted to do this since I was a little kid."

He turned and glanced back at us, a slight crease in his forehead. "If I use these things," he said, nodding at the wings on his back, "and they work, can you guys follow me? You can, right?"

We nodded dumbly. Without another word he climbed out of the window. We watched in awe as he spread those beautiful powerful wings, and then, twitching them lightly, he was rising in the air. He was gone.

We rushed to the window, craning to see him. He'd already gained considerable altitude, climbing high over the yard, a beautiful muscular Icarus, his tan wings beating every few seconds. He was soaring!

"This is so awesome," Goldeneyes whispered.

"Let's join him," I said, but I made no move.

"How? Do we grow wings, or—"

"—Defy gravity like Superman," I finished. We exchanged glances.

"Let's try it in here first," Goldeneyes said cautiously, and I nodded.

I concentrated slightly, trying to frame in my imagination exactly what I wanted. I could feel our bodies changing somehow—it wasn't like we floated off the ground, released by gravity. It was more like we knew we could defy gravity when we wanted to and how we wanted to. Just that knowledge as an incredible rush, an electric thrill through my incredible body, and our cocks pumped out a cup of clear precum.

Experimentally I raised myself a foot off the floor, my hair brushing the stuccoed ceiling. Goldeneyes did the same, facing me, his eyes shining, then we both slowly drifted into a horizontal position, still facing each other. We moved closer and wrapped arms around each other, our legs intertwined, and kissed, floating five feet off the ground, and nearly came them and there.

"We are not giving this up when we have to go back to normal," he said, and I grinned hugely. Are you kidding?

All at once I sensed Matt wondering where we were. Without another word we drifted as we were out the window, still kissing lightly, finding the cool night air exhilarating, climbed slowly up to where Matt was slowly and effortlessly beating his wide-spread wings to maintain his position, high over the town forest.

"You guys are so hot," he said, absently stroking his two huge cocks. "I can't believe this is happening, this is beyond a dream come true. I could get off just watching you."

"That won't be necessary," we said together, moving over to where he was. Slowly we inverted ourselves so that our big feet were up in the air, as he reached his arms around us, stroking our long broad backs and bowling-ball asses. We took his long, wide cocks into our mouths, slowly taking inch after inch of his hot poles into our throats, feeling his potent sexual ecstasy. Even before he started to take our cocks in turn—they were far too big to take both at once though he desperately wanted to—I was overstimuled just from feeling the beat of his wings coursing though his incredible body. We started to soar now, Matt beating his wings and gliding, beating his wings and gliding, the cool breeze at this altitude blowing around us, erecting our down-pointing nipples, and everything was getting so intense I wasn't sure how long I'd last— I knew all three of us felt the same way—and Matt's long powerful cock felt so good in my throat, where I was massaging it diligently—Matt was sucking us both down feverishly—and suddenly all three of us were building to an explosion—and even as we came in hot massive bursts over and over I somehow had the presence of mind to imagine that Matt would have the same imagination power I had, the full package—and we were all still exploding, and I couldn't believe how wonderful that it was up here in the cool night, free of gravity, just—free.

We floated after we came for a long time. I peeked once but we were very high up, in no danger of hitting anything, and I closed my eyes again, sated and happy.

Much later we found our way back to Matt's bedroom. He had already started to worry about showing himself to his family and at school with wings, and yet he obviously had no desire to give them up. I explained to him about what my cum had done this time, grinning broadly. He looked at me doubtfully, then closed his eyes, and the wings vanished. He opened his eyes, startled, then he frowned, and the wings were back. "Hey, this is awesome!" he exclaimed. "Man, I want to keep these wings so bad. And all the other stuff."

"Maybe you could imagine," Goldeneyes said thoughtfully, "that your family and everyone at school thinks you've always looked like this?"

"That would work for everything but the wings," I said. Would that work? Looking at Matt, who was practically panting with excitement, all I could think was that it would be a shame for him to go back.

Suddenly that made me think of my own enhanced bod—and my clone. I exchanged glances with Goldeneyes, and a slow flicker of hope dawned on his face. He'd still been afraid he'd be told to go away when we went home.

Matt understood what was going through our minds and nodded. "You guys should do it too. Imagine everyone thinks you've always looked like this—and you've always had a twin brother!"

I had no idea if it would work but I wanted to try it in the worst way.

Matt reluctantly made his wings go away, and then closed his eyes and concentrated.

Goldeneyes was watching me carefully. I nodded, and he smiled in relief. I closed my eyes and imagined that everyone else remembered me as being extremely tall and muscular since puberty, and that I had an identical twin brother with golden eyes. Gary.

Matt and I opened our eyes at the same time. He was grinning, his eyes wide. "I remember! You do have a twin brother! This is amazing! C'mon, let's go check out what my family remembers," he said excitedly, rapidly throwing on clothes.

Gary and I smiled at each other. He looked grateful, but I was already thinking ahead—I was wondering what my imagination would do to me tomorrow morning.