The Fog - Complete Story (Patreon)

It had been a long month of hiking and trails, but was worth it for my health, both for physical and mental reasons.  The breathtaking views, pristine locations, and the quiet respite is just what I needed before getting back to the grind of the monotony of work. The summer coming to a close and fall just starting to show itself, with its crisp winds and rainy days, makes my road trip even more worthwhile, especially with my last weekend of vacation. I drum the steering wheel of my Jeep, humming along to the radio, as I drive into Canada from New York following the Adirondack Mountains. The drive runs north on the I-81, the more I drive the less of civilization and more outcroppings of roadways carve through meters of slate and bedrock dustings of roadways spanning through thickening forests of trees. Hours of driving and I have to pull off on a rest stop on I-81 about a 60 miles from the Canadian border. Just porta potties and a hand sanitizer station. Before getting back in the car, I notice some decently built guys trudging into the woods, looks like they are in for some fun. Back in the jeep, and on I drove.
 Once hitting the Queens Highway, I head west to Toronto, following the pristine Great Lake.

Passing logging companies nearly an eternity away from the hustle and bustle of the big cities, you could start seeing the change of the leaves.  The many shades of green slowly transition into a wild array of Yellows, Oranges, and Reds. The effect looks so much like a painting, particularly from the sun setting.

Just outside of Toronto, I decide to pull into a Best Western for the night and get a early start for a more northern destination. It wouldn’t be my first choice, but a cheap rate and a complimentary breakfast at 6 am is hard to say no to.  However, a lobby full of people on their cell phones stumble into each other not bothering to look up almost made me decide to go back and drive for a few more hours to the next town. The sight alone made me glad I left technology back at home.  After waiting at reception for a good while, I receive my room key and thank the desk clerk.   She smiles, reminding me of the checkout time as well as the complimentary breakfast times. As I make my way to the elevator, I catch a glimpse of her sighing with relief, looking down to her phone. 

I can still see her sliding her finger on the screen as the elevator doors close.
 Sliding the card key in, and sliding my bag to the floor, I sigh in relief. My legs cramp from not being active and sitting in the Jeep all day driving, not to mention the trail I hiked though just days before. I am too tired for food, and opt to get to bed, my watch shows 8 pm.  I strip on the way to the bed, dropping my garments on the way, leaving a trail of clothes. The sound of raindrops pelt the window and metal casing around it make its way into the small motel room.  I sigh, grinning slightly.  I had made the right call.

Before I even considered getting into the covers, I catch my reflection in the mirror on the wall in the lamplight. I had done well for myself over the past decade.  Standing 6’2, a skinny, but somewhat athletic build reflects back at me, a dusting of hair on my chest leading down to the waistband of my boxers.

  This month of hiking and trailblazing had trimmed some of that cubicle-flab off of me, though I still have an inkling of a gut.  I flex my bicep, a bit of a ball of muscle jumped up, thanks to climbing rocks and boulders.  I can’t help but chuckle.  Maybe after my vacation, I can look into indoor wall climbing, maybe add it to the months of gym training I keep meaning to do.  The thought of working out, packing on some more muscle to help with rock climbing certainly makes my trouser snake rustle. Even with the loose knit boxers I wore, it barely made a bulge.  

I sigh, shaking my head.  No use thinking dark thoughts again.  This is why I decided on all the trailblazing for my vacation.  I peel back the covers on the bed, get myself nestled before turning off the lamp. The pelting raindrops on the window slowly make my eyes droop, and I drift off to dreamland.
 Just before dawn as the light starts to crack at the horizon, I start to stir.

Yawning, I reach over, look at my phone, seeing the screen flashing 4:30 am.  Still yawning, I roll out of bed for a shower. I drop my boxers to the trail of clothes before turning on the shower, letting the frigid water heat up. I let myself get bombarded by the forceful spray. I enjoy the hot water soak to my very bones. Warm water, soap, and a toasty bed: amenities you’d miss while camping for an extended period of time. However, nothing would quite beat laying out among the stars after hiking to the perfect spot. Thus, with my body protesting, I shut the water off, towel myself off, and initiate my morning routine: comb hair, comb beard, brush teeth, get dressed. Though, I did pack up my dirty clothes, keeping them in the sack. I have plenty of outfits in my hiker’s backpack, still packed up in the Jeep.

Breakfast just consisted of black coffee and toast, though I DID put on a bit of butter, munching on it as I headed to the Jeep.  Opening the Trunk, I rummage through the side pocket of my backpack, pull out the laminated, waterproof map I bought at Bass Pro Shop.  
Opening up the map, I look at the roads leading northwards; paying attention to the ones going off the main roads to see what lakes and trails I can find. I do find one leading to a small town, and even see a mark on the map stating it had a camping trail through the forest.

Sipping the too-hot coffee, I jot down the exits and roads I needed to take, before folding the map back up...at least, ATTEMPTING to fold it up. You’d think even following the laminated arrows showing the folds would make it easy, but this map apparently has shape-shifted into an infoldable piece of crap! Cursing in frustration, I finally manage to fold it back the way it should be, sighing with relief and hastily shoving it in the side pocket, albeit a bit too forcefully. Hearing rips and tears, I look, sigh in tired protest, pick up the backpack clumsily, and grab the keys to the jeep. I turn off the lights, opening the heavy room door as I exit, it slams against my backpack smushing it in the door frame as i pull it loose, not noticing the map fall out on the carpeted room floor. The door closes loudly shut, as I can feel the weight of the door as the the sun crest over a huge lake surface. I take the next available exit to find a pull off, to park and eat a meal bar before the hunger pains rip my stomach a new one.

I find a secluded dirt parking spot at an inlet to the lake. There is a natural outcropping of a gravely covered area where cars can park, so I did. Just as I did, many birds fly into the air at once, like a giant cloud. They fly away, as if they were flying away from something. Deer, raccoons, squirrels and other little critters and animals scramble out of the forest past my car. I just sat there for a few more seconds before the water starts rippling, the glaring morning rays from the sun dance before the rumbling from the ground began. My jeep starts shaking, swaying from side to side; an earthquake and I just sat there frozen gripping the wheel. For a few seconds, that's all that lasts, and all was eerily quiet. I open the car door and slip out of the seat grabbing my backpack. I walk into the foggy woods next to the lake, like something is pulling me into the forest. It's so eerily quiet, the cold morning dew making the ground crunchy with each step. The deeper I walk into the forest the deeper the fog seems to get. The light rays try to peer though the fog as the sun slowly rises higher into the morning sky shining through the tree canopies.

It must have been at most two hours of hiking, as the sun hasn’t even crept above the trees yet when it hit me, that smell. Was it coming from the fog, no … ? It was a sweet woodsy smell, almost like that rotten fallen log smell but it wasn’t right, it was different. Then the fog seems to bellow thicker from a forest clearing ahead, swirling and had a tint of color almost a gray blueish hue- Cerulean, that was it! Just as my foot crosses the threshold from the forest to the cleaning, my foot cramps up and I stumble, falling to my knees. I scrape my knee as I fell on some rocks on the ground. The floor vibrates under my boots. Quickly turning my head around, I look to see if I had woke up any neighbors, as I tread lightly to the front desk. The lobby is completely empty and silent as the front desk clerk isn’t even there. The door behind the counter is cracked, and I can see some toilet paper and towels on a rack inside that lit back room.

Noticing the bell on the counter, I ring it as the clerk is now some skinny looking teenage girl, who comes out smiling. “You're the first one to check out this morning.” She says with a bright smile, “Did you have a good stay, and how was everything?” I sleepily answer with a nod. I hand her the room key and my card as she checks me out. “I'm sorry, you're checking out so early. Breakfast doesn’t start ‘till 6 am.” My stomach rumbles, and my morning erection throbs. Looks like this morning both will be getting ignored. I shrug as I turn and exit to my frost covered car. Climbing into the freezing jeep and throwing the backpack to the other seat, I start the ignition and blare the defrost. I watch the moisture in my breath frost up the inside of the windshield. My body wracks in shivers against the cold leather. Turning on the headlights and driving onto the road, I hunch over peering through the small circular clear gateways of no frost, so that I can see the lights on the road. Getting on the first highway North, the predawn rays barely light the horizon in a warm indigo and violet. The car is finally warm enough and the windows nice and clear to see my hands throb. I thought it was from the fall, but they seem to tense and throb as I grip the grass between my fingers. My feet hurt so much.

As I continue to crawl forwards into the clearing, the thicker and thicker the fog gets. My body throbs, the pain sears, making my eyes water from the pain. My cock starts to throb, in my shorts strangely. My head bumps into something hard, a glowing rock poking up from below the roots of a tree among fresh dirt. The earthquake must have done this and unearthed it. The rock broken open like a cracked geode, the fog continuously spills from the crystals inside. My nose is so close, the smell so intoxicating, my eyes seeing stars and lights dance in my vision. The pain hurts so much. My brain wants me to escape but my body acts independently, as it moves itself to face-plant into the rock. My body inhales right from the split open rock as the pain disappears into pleasure. My feet burst from my hiking boots, the leather rips open. My feet grow, my cock lengthens down the leg of my shorts already hard and peaks out, the head thickens splurting pre down my leg. The scrapes on my knee have healed, and the skin is taught with muscle.

“Whats happening to me,” I try to say, but my mouth just decides to drool and moan with pleasure. My hands wrap around the rock and I breath in the fog, deep inhales as the cerulean rocks vaporize into the mist. My lungs burning with the smell, it smells so familiar, so manly. My body thickening as my clothes tighten, showing the muscles growing underneath. Bigger and larger my feet and hands grow, at a faster pace than my body, they become oversized. Fingers like thick sausages on a big powerlifter, and feet larger than those clodhopper sized feet of the thick construction workers.
 Then my body decides to take part, the white tube socks still on my feet stretch to capacity getting a chance to relax, as my ankles and shins pop and lurch thicker and wider with muscle. Calves and knees follow as they buckle underneath me. Knees push the dirt aside, thighs rubbing against each other as they grow.

Ever watch someone make balloon animals? My body was filling up with that much muscle, like how the air fills those long skinny balloons, from one end to another. The seems on my shorts fray as they rip apart, muscle stacking on muscle. Thighs rub against each other as more muscle grows, pushing my legs apart causing my knees to widen even more upon the ground. Even more dirt gets pushed aside, scraping, as more rocks show underneath the dirt. My cock stretches my underwear, like a thick summer sausage over a foot long, reaching my knees as it belches pre over the ground. Those briefs somehow holding on, but filled out like a stuffed chicken. My waist pushes out, as my gut thickens to. So much for the skinny look, this is going to be an offseason roided out powerlifter. You can still see abs, they are just the size of the old green screen gameboys if you lay 10 of them next to each other.

The pecs inflate next as they worked together with my back and lats to flare up, swallowing up my neck and head. My mind panics as they started pushing into my face, before my neck and head decides to fight back. My chin splits and widens into a square jaw, like something from Batman: The Animated Series. Traps rise over the back of my head, pecs push into my jaw, my neck widening into a neck that would put a bull to shame. My arms flex, digging into the ground as they are the last to glow. In one large spasm they flex and grow into one large burst. The rock, squeezed in between my arms, chest, gut and hands gets compressed so tightly it bursts into into a fine powder, like a bag of flower falling off the counter and bursting all over the floor. I collapse on the ground, splayed out under the roots of the felled tree above. My body heaves in deep breaths, my torso so thick my head doesn't reach the ground as it rests a few feet above. Face breathesin that fine powder, void of anymore of the cerulean crystal glows. My body overfilled with muscle. Almost too much, definitely oversized. Five or six-hundred pounds packed onto my frame it’s almost too much. I can feel my cock and balls throbbing beneath me. Here I am in the middle of the forest, in the middle of no where, almost naked in just boxers and socks, and almost immobile; when the ground starts shaking again. Another earthquake, and it feels like I was right on top of the epicenter! My body is rumbling from the quake, I try moving but I was so full of muscle, all my body can do is rock back and forth. I can feel the rocks and earth under my body pushing up, against me. With a loud rumbling crash, the tree completely falls over as an upheaval of even larger stones pushes up from the earth below.

Another large quake, and the earth decides to throw me against the tree my body hardly dents the tree as I face towards the center of upheaval. Loud cracks tear through the air as a cerulean light progressively bathes the area in a continually brighter light, almost blinding. It was then the smoke starts bellowing out thick, like a volcano blowing its top. The smoke is making the air so thick, it is like breathing in a humid hot sauna. But my body wants it, NEEDS it! I could feel the fog collecting around my body, swirling like a tornado. My body heat rising from the growth, veins snaking along my skin. I could feel my heart growing in my chest, as both thicken with each heartbeat. The skin heats up, as the veins throb growing thicker. I can feel my skin stretching as I grow, but something is different, I could feel prickling over my hot skin. Dark strands of hair start pushing out from new pore follicles. At first it was just a dusting, sparse, patchy, uneven clumps on my chest and forearms and thighs, As my body grows, so does the hair.

I can feel my jaw thickening, and my face growing hot as well. Beads of sweat forming on my upper lip as a 5-o’clock shadow grows over it. I lick my lips as the sweat beads fell down my face from my body's increasing temperature. My muscles are becoming so overfilled, the inevitability of being immobile is becoming very real. My mind runs with fear. I don’t want to be so muscled, I'd have locked-in syndrome being unable to move or even talk. You know that rush of fear as the adrenaline kicks in, that causes your body to sweat? You can feel it fill your body as it spreads down from your head to your spine, then out through the rest of your body as the adrenaline spreads over your skin. You can feel it cause the hairs to stand on end; and as it does so, it causes that body hair to spread, and spread like a thick muscled bear! But that isn’t the only thing that happens.

I hear the other thing happen before feeling it, the stretching and popping noise of the socks ripping. My feet are growing, and fuck it feels hot as hell. I ball up my fists, that are forced straight out at the sides by my overly muscled arms. Then with a giant spurt my arms grew out lengthening with such strength my fists knock on to the ground pushing aside dirt. Turning my head my arms are so big, they are about twice the size of my body, with my hands even more oversized to my arms they don’t look like they even belong. I can finally see the swaths of hair covering my arms. There are so many hairs, so hairy. They looked like those muscle-bear arms at the bear porn sites, but if they were attached to the Hulk or Juggernaut! It’s such a turn on, I want to stroke myself with those giant hands. You know what they say, big hands, big feet, “fffffFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK.”

My cock decides to burst right through underwear and grow and lurch, as it slaps against my chest and gut. The sensitivity multiplies unexpectedly as my body moans with pleasure. A giant stream of pre arches through the forest, over my body and landing with a audible thwack and it lands heavily over my leg and foot ground. I can feel the sweat cover hair of my belly as I thrust my cock against it. It continues thickening and lengthening up under my chest. The cock head smears musky pre as it grows and throbs up between my pecs. I can feel my balls growing and thickening, as they surpass watermelons in size, as they droop and swell, falling against the forest floor. Pushing, growing, throbbing, pulsing with cum I can feel sloshing and undulation in my balls. Growing at first against my thigh and ground, until they have to start pushing my legs apart. Fur spreads on each testicle, the brushes against the growing hair on my thighs is so euphoric.

I want so much to see what I look like, but don’t have much more of a chance to think, even form another thought when my torso, my back decide to catch up growing. It wasn't so much as growing, as it was more in spurts of growth, a lurching of size. Each lurch of size, I can feel the traps and my neck engorge around my head. I gain range of motion for my head again, as my body stretches higher.  CRACK, the large tree I lean against turns into sawdust beneath my embiggening frame. Falling backwards, my cock throbs so hard thinking how much just my body must weigh, to turn asunder the tree beneath me. My arms still too bulky to be able to grab my cock. But I can, I thrust that fucking head in between my pecs. That cock and head grow and thicken with those hairy pecs. Pushing and thrusting, wedging that dripping cock between my pecs. The sweat and pre helps to lubricate, and lets me wedge that log of a cock in that crevice in my pecs. The muscles grow, the hair spreads like a forest, working against my best efforts to trap that beast of a cock.

I can start seeing that head peaking over my pecs, watching it throb red and angry rising higher and higher, thicker and wider. That muscle gut pushes it out farther, as the cock tries throbbing, thwacking against my body. “FUCK!” My voice drops and drools out in lust. I could see the pre shooting ropes on to, then over my pecs as I finally see the head peak over those hairy car sized pecs. I can feel my body splayed out over the ground, growing in size. I can feel the dirt and rocks getting pushed aside. Lastly, my lower half starts catching up. My heels drag through the terrain, pushing towards the center. My toes curl over from pleasure. I wish Icould see how much bigger my feet are getting, I wish I can have hands roaming their growing expanse. I doubt a mouth could even fit over the smallest toe, I’m sure my foot is bigger than a man is tall. My cock throbs over my pecs, pushing towards my face. I can feel my beard just coming into contact with the cock head. That shiver of new info makes my legs push and kick into the center rocks with a grinding crackle. So many new rocks are kicked up and split open from the ground, they crash and crack open, all over the clearing. So many rocks litter around me, like an infestation of the eggs from the movie Aliens. A burst of fog hits my body with such force, the air so thick, it’s almost like an ocean wave crashing into you, if you laid in the surf.

The air is so dense with that foggy cerulean glow, I can no longer see my nose in front of my face. My body starts shaking with a need, like having withdrawal symptoms. My body needs this fog, to consume it, and NOW! So, my mouth opens wide and takes in bigger and bigger gulping breaths. My lungs try to consume as much a possible, as my body decides to respond in kind by growing in waves larger, and bigger, and faster! The hair covering my body decides to grow in more, thicker and longer covering as much space as it can. The hair follicles collect the fog like dew, funneling it towards the skin. The hot skin of my body grows in temperature. As soon as the drops of dew and sweat touch the skins surface, it instantly starts evaporating, turning into more fog my lungs can inhale.

And so grows a giant in the forest in Canada. Larger and bigger this titan grows, his uncontrolled spurts of power, of lust. My giant tanker truck sized cock and cottage sized head pushes into my face, spewing uncontrolled pond sized lobs of pre above the tree tops. Thick musky pools of pre litter the ground, starts to flood the area. As my immense figure rises out of the fog, it grows up, like a being arisen to godhood! My ass thrusts and bucks into the ground, denting, caving, carving deeper and deeper. The ground shakes, cracking more, fissures splintering out from my body. This giant hairy beast unseen, hidden in a forest and caked in fog ascending and no one is around to witness me; even I might miss my own ascension due to the pleasure overwhelming my lust-wrought mind.

My hands are finally able to grasp this building of a cock as my height surpasses forty, fifty, sixty stories. Finally able to burry my face into my own cock head, I try to lick the slit as it’s already past my head and starting to push into the tree tops in the forest behind me. My feet on the opposite sides, finding a wetness as they started growing into the lake. Also to point out, my knees have bent as my legs are poised like sitting almost indian-style allowing my balls to rest in the center. That area between my folded legs the size of a soccer or football stadium. My chest is so big now, I’m able to breathe in the entire clearing. Hands the size of city blocks palm and stroke a colossus of a cock. Its pre fountains over the area like Niagara Falls. My body wades in the flood, the lake of pre. My body is so heavy, it starts to sink into the ground, but it also grows up faster into the sky than it sinks. Sirens and alarms go off around me as the county and cities near me can finally see whats happening.

What little warning sounds there are, I grow above them, as the noises fade into obscurity as I grow higher and higher, wider and so thick. My cock lays atop me as it crests through the clouds above. My body grows into the adjacent provinces of Quebec and Manitoba. Finally as my mind fires one final thought. Before the largest spurts of pleasure my body creates, a continental roar of drool and spittle my cock erupts like a super volcano! Hairy muscle and hot flesh rips through the hemisphere. A new ocean of cum floods an entire northern hemisphere.