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Quiet humming was all that could be heard coming from Garrus Vakarian's quarters, the turian minding his own business as he polished his rifle. The hectic nature of his line of work left him little time to do the things he thought should be done regularly. That's why he relished in the chance to take care of what was important to him, starting with the maintenance of his weapon. He deemed it important to keep one's weapon in tip-top shape.

His peace wouldn't last long, however, as a loud set of footsteps clomped along the hallway before stopping in front of his room. He didn't even have to look to see who it was.

"Oh, Garrus," Urdnot Wrex exclaimed. "You're actually perfect."

"I'll accept your random compliment." Garrus merely continued to clean his equipment.

Wrex sighed, though chuckling at the quick-witted turian. "I meant I got something to show you."

Garrus heard the krogan shut the door behind him, causing him to raise a brow in suspicion. "Show me what, exactly?"

With a grin, Wrex placed something on a table before moving away. "Check it out!"

"What is it?" Garrus now looked over his shoulder to the other man proudly standing by the object now in his room.

"What does it look like?"

The krogan having taken his full attention away from his duties, Garrus set his rifle down and took a closer look at whatever had been brought into his private quarters. "It appears like a biotic amp of some kind."

Wrex wryly smirked. "You're sharper than you look."

Garrus flicked his gaze to the krogan, knowing immediately that something was up. "Who'd you steal it from?"

"Hey, this isn't stolen. I paid for this with my own money." The look he got from the turian told Wrex that he wasn't fooling anyone. "From a shady, black-market dealer."

"There it is."

Wrex watched the other man's visage turn unimpressed. "Are you really not the least bit interested in what it does?"

Deep down, Garrus did in fact know that the krogan would only show him something if it was supposed to be important, and he couldn't deny that his interest had been piqued. "Do I dare ask?"

Wrex just grinned. "If you really wanna know, it gives a nice boost in combat to whoever plugs it in."

"That doesn't sound particularly illegal to me." The gears in Garrus' head spun at a breakneck pace; his colleague wouldn't be in his quarters showing him something that the average person could purchase off the street, which tipped him off to there being more to the story. "What does it actually do?"

"Oh nothing, just that it pumps up your muscles while you use it." Wrex's plan was coming to fruition, faster than he initially figured it would. That gave him the go ahead to continue with the next step. "Thought it might help make you not so useless in battle."

"Useless?" Garrus scoffed. "That's rich coming from someone whose sorry hide I've saved multiple times while out on missions."

Being able to goad the turian in conversation was something Wrex had perfected from working with the other man for so long, to the point where he didn't have to try. "Well, you're not gonna have to worry about that anymore." His hands gravitated to the easiest parts of his armour to slip off - that being his gloves - and did so, watching how his colleague's expression changed from annoyance to bewilderment, just as he'd hoped.

Then came the pieces protecting his arms and legs before moving to his torso, slowly revealing himself to the turian one part at a time until everything had been removed, leaving him in only a speedo, but showing off the results of the bio-amp in the best way he knew how.

While he wasn't a slouch in the size department, he'd long left behind what he used to look like and had since adopted a much burlier body. His armour had strained around biceps as big as his head, ones that he proudly showed off in a pose he didn't often get to use, then followed up with triceps that deliciously bulged out twice as large whenever he straightened his arms. That wasn't to say anything of legs that looked like they could kick a hole through a steel door, or a chest jutting out far enough to act like a shelf. The krogan was far and away a much different man than when he was last seen.

He grinned wide when he saw how the other man's eyes looked ready to pop out of their sockets. "What, you're not impressed?"

"You certainly look... sturdy." Garrus gulped.

Wrex could only laugh at the turian's surprised reaction, the sound booming through the closed door. "I suppose that's the best I'm getting out of you, huh?"

Every neuron in Garrus' brain screamed at how impossible this was supposed to be, and yet his mind was being told that this was reality. He couldn't believe it - this was just a trick the krogan was paying on him. But why this of all things? Nothing about this made sense to him, especially his latest discovery. "Wait, this was supposed to boost muscle mass? Then why is--"

"Yeah, it made my junk bigger too." Wrex gripped the package that his speedo showed off, his ample cock and quad set of balls leaving little to the imagination. "That was never advertised, but I'm not complaining!"

Body augmentation of this regard wasn't something he'd ever considered was possible, at least Garrus couldn't fathom it to be, but even the thought of such didn't sit well with him. His colleague, however, wasn't anywhere near as concerned as he was. "Are you sure this is safe?!"

"Seems like it's been so far." Wrex hefted a pec, the rigid mass barely conforming to his rough hand. "Trust me, I wouldn't be so gung-ho about this if it gave me grief." Just then a thought wormed its way into his head, prompting an impish smile to stretch across his face. "You know, you're welcome to see for yourself if you're still unsure." He pumped a fist out in front of him, tensing his arm to show off the inconceivable mass he'd put on in such a short amount of time.

While Garrus wasn't one to care for such obscene displays, he couldn't prevent his curiosity from making him step closer to the hulking brute. His hands trembled as he reached for the other man's brawny limb, attempting to think of when he'd seen someone of a comparable size, but failing to do so. No, the krogan was in a whole other league, one he and he alone filled, especially with biceps that looked like they could tear the panels off the wall of the ship. Despite what logic dictated, this was entirely real.

The transfixed gaze of the turian was one that Wrex recognized; everything was going smoothly. "Convinced yet?"

"I-- well..." Garrus couldn't quite string the right words together. He of course took umbrage with the other man questioning his combat abilities, but he couldn't refute the results his eyes were telling him. "Oh alright, I'll have a go with it." That kind of size wasn't something he particularly cared for, but anything to help his prowess in a skirmish was a good thing, right?

Wrex simply chuckled. "Glad to hear it." He tossed the bio-amp to the turian and watched its installation, his anticipation for the final outcome knowing no bounds. There was something he hadn't brought up about the device that he'd do when the time was right.

Immediately upon activation Garrus could feel the amp work its magic, the modification initiating far faster than any other he'd tried. For the briefest of moments he felt a twinge of panic build up inside him. The sensation coursing through him was different, though, as it quickly traveled through the nerves across his body to deliver stimulation directly to his muscles. He grunted as he felt a full-body twitch overtake him and force him to use the table for support, though not without his face voicing his disapproval; the other man hadn't mentioned anything about that.

As fast as the amp started up, it was faster in doing what it was manufactured to do. Without having to wait, the first hints of expansion made themselves known. Tingles of growth rippled across his body, almost like a massage that forced him to flex simultaneously, his measurements jumping by inches all over that, while small on their own, added up over time.

His armour did its job in shielding him from whatever the world could throw his way, but that also meant it didn't allow anyone else see him expanding in real time. He could certainly feel it, however, especially with the way it became snug around his increasingly brawnier physique. A gasp of surprise slipped past his lips as his jumpsuit stretched taut to accommodate his burgeoning bulk. Naturally slender, he now wondered if this is what krogans experienced at all times.

More and more sinuous beef piled onto his frame, his hands gravitating to his torso as a result, though only then realizing that he couldn't physically feel anything unless his armour was removed. He wondered if he should've to start with, but the way his tensing bicep pushed protective pieces away from one another made him think he might've been too late in that regard. There'd be no stopping his body from consuming whatever space his suit had left.

Even his genitals got in on the action, filling out the cup of his pants with a hunger for size he didn't mentally possess. Every part of him pushed well past the limit that armour safety protocols dictated and it had his mind in a tizzy as he attempted to make sense of the situation. He turned to his colleague for help. "Wrex, this can't be normal!"

"Ah relax, would ya?" Wrex dismissed the turian's concerns. "You wanted to be more of a menace in combat. That's what you're getting."

"Yes, but biotic amps have some sort of limiting factor to prevent something like this from going too far!"

"They _usually_have something like that," Wrex pointed out, "but not always. 'Sides, is this really all that bad? You look great!"

Garrus grunted as his heft strained the fabric trying its damndest to contain his growing body. Hardly any time had passed and every part of him now threatened to burst free from their confines, his gear on its last legs as his impressive musculature - by everyone's standards including the krogans - showed through and looked nearly painted on. "I'm glad one of us thinks so," he sighed.

Without warning the jock of his armour groaned one last time before giving out completely, allowing for a set of turian junk - bigger than anything that the pair of men had ever seen on a single living species - to punch its way to freedom, though not without smacking Wrex in the chest.

Not a single vocalization came from Garrus, whose jaw had fallen agape at the unbelievable sight of his cock and balls now larger than his arm used to be. The size of his magnum dong forced a pencil-thick vein to snake along the side of it, one that he'd never had before. His mind had been thoroughly distracted from the rest of him continually getting bigger.

Wrex, meanwhile, had no reservations about the other man's enormous schlong. "Woah, look at the size of this thing!" He gripped his colleague's dick like he would some sort of toy, flipping it this way and that to get a better look at it, though inadvertently plumping it up through his playing.

Garrus could only hiss as the krogan manhandled his pole. "Did you know this would happen?!" Staccato gasps punctuated his growing arousal the longer the other man grasped him.

"Truthfully I didn't, but I can't say I'm upset with the outcome!" The turian's prick proudly stood at full mast, pulling away from Wrex's hold on it as it slapped against the rest of the other man's swelling form. He didn't want to cause any more alarm than was already present, but he couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from curling.

More and more Garrus' pole thickened as it slapped against his swelling torso, making his old size seem quaint as it neared the former width of his waist. Try as he might, even the minor stimulation of his shaft rubbing against his overtaxed armour was enough to shoot electric tingles of pleasure ripping through his body.

His brain couldn't comprehend the immensity he'd packed on in such a short amount of time. No longer could he rest his arms parallel to his trunk, the sheer volume of mass stuffed under his hide ensured that he'd have his elbows bent if he wanted that to happen. All that sinewy bulk made its first appearance as his suit could no longer hold the beefy tide back, the seams of the fabric beginning to give way to the unrelenting musculature he'd accumulated due to the bio-amp. Maybe he'd be able to unplug it and stop the never-ending onslaught of heft from continuing to take over his frame, but he worried there might not be a chance to reverse the damage done; he was already more than a foot taller than when he started!

Meanwhile Wrex sneakily crept around the turian transfixed on taking up more room than what was natural, the other man none the wiser to his scheming. He'd been waiting for the perfect moment, one where his colleague wouldn't notice his own hulking form missing from the picture, but it was more than difficult to pry his own eyes from the other man's swollen physique. That body is krogan approved!

Now in position he located where the biotic amp was plugged in, careful not to bring attention to what he was up to. He was beside himself in giddy delight as he watched the hilly backside of the turian gradually bloat further, his eyes trailing all along that sumptuous physique as he struggled to hold himself together, the speedo he wore doing a terrible job of keeping him decent. But he was there for a reason. With a flick of a switch, he turned the amp to its maximum setting, one he purposefully kept hidden from his colleague. Now the _real_show could begin.

All of a sudden a colossal blast of energy surged through Garrus, unaware of where it was coming from or what caused it. He just about jumped out of his skin as this random burst of power inflated his muscles by nearly a metre in all directions, completely decimating the rest of his armour, his size exploding through it like tissue paper.

He huffed as the air in the room chilled him, the confines of his suit having kept in the heat brought on by hundreds of pounds of sweaty bulk, exposing him to a temperature differential he wasn't prepared for. There might've been a chance to adjust had his body slowed down to let his brain process anything other than relentless growth. The way his measurements leapt by a foot all over with every passing second kept his mind preoccupied, wondering why this was happening so abruptly, but also if there was an end to it coming up.

Not a single part of him could be considered small anymore as his unexpected ascension continued. His eyes refused to believe any of what he saw, but every panicked grasp of his lumbering form confirmed the reality of the situation, especially with how his chest encroached on his vision.

Just taking a step to adjust his stance illustrated how monstrous he'd grown, needing to shift his legs apart in order to let his quads swell well beyond what his species was capable of. His thighs would seemingly brush against one another no matter what he did, but also against a set of turian junk the likes of which no one had ever bore witness to. What was once a rod he could call moderately sized was now a pillar that jutted above his head and pushed to be as wide as he was, paired with a set of cum tanks fat enough to fill a small pool and then some.

And he was far from being done.

Wrex, on the other hand, couldn't get enough of the growing behemoth in front of him, going so far as to whip his dick out at the sight of his colleague's unflagging expansion. He couldn't help himself! Being in the presence of someone so monstrously massive was something he'd always fantasized about but never thought he'd get the chance to actually partake in it.

His own muscles tensed as he pumped his cock, his hand bumping into his quad set of balls with every bob as the speedo acted like a cozy, keeping them all contained in the fabric. Each passing second forced more of the turian closer to him, almost letting him get an opportunity to indulge in the swollen heft of the other man without having to move from the spot he was standing in. It'd be a dream with how much his colleague now towered over him, inching ever nearer to the height of the ceiling the longer the amp was activated. This was the best damn purchase he'd ever made in his life.

A part of him was glad the colossus was busy reeling in immensity not seen in the universe before that point as he'd have no way of explaining his actions. His throat barely caught a moan in time as his shaft became slathered in his own pre, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of the turian's own obelisk barreling down on him the larger it got. He'd never been harder in his life.

As if his predicament couldn't get any worse, Garrus' leviathan prick slammed into Wrex, smothering the krogan with hundreds of pounds of his titanic turian tool. Nothing could be done to prevent his crotch rocket from invading the other man's personal space; a part of him shuddered at the sensation of having another living being wriggling against his cockflesh, enjoying the pleasure it brought despite him trying to do anything but.

And then he felt the krogan making out with his schlong - not just licking whatever was in reach, but thoroughly going to town on it. Manhandling his pole became a full-body affair, with everything from the other man's mouth to feet being used to caress his meatlog. The feeling grew so intense that his limbs spasmed, sending his statuesque form hurtling to the ground, hunkering over his length as it only pressed on his colleague that much more. As much as panic built up inside him at potentially hurting his friend, something in the back of his head told him the krogan would remain unaffected.

He was absolutely correct, but didn't expect why.

As a result of being mashed against the turian's sweaty fuckmeat, Wrex held constant contact with a body racked with energy pulsing from the biotic amp he'd bought earlier. Just like he didn't know how large Garrus would end up becoming, he also never foresaw that power being transferred to anyone not using it.

And yet that was reality as the flow of that overpowering essence flooded his body with a vitality stronger than what he'd experienced on his first go-around. While the other man's dick positively dwarfed his admittedly stacked body, he was leveling the playing field at a rapid rate as his form creaked larger with every gasping breath, shoulders stretching wider to accommodate his new size. The other man might've had a head-start, but his body was apparently raring to catch up.

All he could breathe in was the turian's heady musk, the intoxicating scent filling his nostrils with its pungent aroma and tickling the pleasure centre of his brain. He hadn't even noticed throughout the whole ordeal that his speedo had snapped off from his orbs swelling past the garment's tension threshold. His balls were already among the impressive by the standards of his species, but the boost they were getting from the amp put all four of them in a league of their own.

He couldn't stop himself from leaking at the constant throbbing of the other man's turgid lovemaker against his rock-solid body, pre constantly dribbling from the tip of that beast and mingling with his own, but the quickening pace of his growth indicated that there'd be a more even mix soon. Already he'd closed the gap by tacking on what had to have been a quarter of a ton in no time at all, his mammothian back undulating with every gyration his body uncontrollably made. While he was far from being able to wrap his arms around the monstrous shaft weighing down on him, he could at least exert some pressure by squeezing his immense biceps along the fleshy tower.

There was no denying how much Garrus was relishing in the force provided by the growing krogan. His member wasn't the meaty tower it used to be to his colleague, now seemingly more of a plaything as the other man surged past the size he exploded to after his massive growth spurt. He could feel his engorged balls being pushed back against, the stimulation coaxing out another river of preseed to ooze from his tip. There was no way he could deny the irrefutable euphoric bliss he received from this.

He too found himself overcome with the smells in the room - his own always pushed the right buttons when he was in the mood, but the other man's was equally as potent now that it saturated the air. Every breath sucked more of it in, his lungs filled with the stuff as it fueled his raging arousal. The fiery nature of his emotions drove his actions, his hands not only groping his own enormity, but also the bloating bulk of the krogan underneath him. Well, the other man wasn't positioned as such anymore; the krogan now occupied a significant portion of his room that he couldn't infringe upon as the unyielding rigidity felt like trying to move a mountain.

Wrex was in much the same situation, though he had no intention of trying to do anything other than bask in the impossible mass of both he and his colleague, the thought of them becoming two gargantuan beefcakes alone was more than enough to put the kibosh on any plans of ending their twin ascensions. Every huff of the musk-laden air around him caused his pecs to heave mightily, his chest like two boulders inflating with every breath he took, able to crush any rock of that size with little effort.

He imagined himself as the pinnacle of krogan physique before with arms capable of lifting steel beams with minor difficulty, but with the strength he was gifted by the malfunctioning amp hoisting the entire ship above his head might be a possibility now. There was enough power packed into those bulging muscles to manipulate the turian's shaft in order to make room for his own prodigious pecker.

All the while he never stopped writhing against whatever part of his colleague he could get his mitts on. How electrifying this turned out to be made him grateful he'd stumbled across that vendor not too long ago, as well as wonder why he hadn't attempted anything like this sooner.

The man that Garrus used to be was incomprehensibly smaller than the behemoth he was now. Weighing well over several tons thanks to the biotic amp imbuing him with indescribable amounts of power, his dimensions now jutted out dozens of metres in every direction, with every wall being touched by some part of his burly body. His face being pushed into his chest gave him sensations he'd never even previously considered, the muscle mass harder than diamond and practically engulfing his head.

There was no way to tell due to all that muscle and cock in the way, but Wrex had all but caught up to him, a miracle given the difference in size between the two of them. Their imposing pillars mashed against one another as their fattened balls audibly churned with the need to let loose their loads. Arousal racked his body, the urge to get off the highest it's ever been, his dong gushing precum like a garden hose.

And right when he thought there was nothing else that could've happened in their shared predicament, he felt something thick and slippery brush up next to his face - it was the other man's rod.

Neither of them had to tell the other what to do next. They both instinctively grasped the head of the other man's dick and pulled it in close, turian tasting krogan meat and vice versa. The positioning was difficult as their ever-expanding pectoral bulk demanded space to grow forever, but their urges for each other forced them to get creative, even if their job was fairly trivial given how each of their packages was about as big as their owner was.

The area the two were in got incredibly cramped as the pair of mass monsters swallowed up whatever room they could, with both the walls and ceiling feeling the burden of having to contain something they were never rated for.

Not a single word was uttered as the two behemoths shared in their engorged lust for size; only the sound of their groaning as they worked over the other's leviathan monoliths could be heard.

But the desire for size that their bodies possessed came at a cost - while they both learned to revel in the muscle and strength blessed to them by the biotic amp the increase in testosterone upped the sensitivity in their most erogenous zones, with the largest of which being crushed together, shooting frequent pulses of ecstasy blasting through their nervous systems. Being this horny was better than any drug either had ever come across, with this ending up altering them for the better.

Both men's breathing grew more intense, the smell of their delicious scents pummeling their olfactory nerves and amplifying their arousal tenfold. Garrus' balls practically begged to empty their load, though he could never know what Wrex was going through having four of the things screaming at once for climax. They could tell that the other couldn't hold back much longer from the way the attention given to their shafts was slowing down.

At that point they both knew a flood was coming.

Being the one most inundated with the gift of growth, Garrus was the first to have his orgasm as a titan not fit for the ship he resided in, his swollen cum tanks gurgling one last time before his overwhelming urges took over and broke his dam wide open, blasting the thickest load of turian ballbatter against the ceiling so as to rain down on the both of them. Every part of his body tensed as a result of the enormous amount of pleasure being rewarded to him for giving into his sexual needs.

And with the other man firing off like a rocket, it broke down Wrex's resistances to the point where he could hold it in no longer and let loose a torrent of spunk the likes of which could sire an entire generation of his species. Four glorious balls providing him with thick krogan jizz meant a veritable lake of cum produced by his hand was a possibility, as well as a waterfall should it splatter against a vertical surface like the wall of his colleague's room.

While spacious, the area the two of them had dominated could only contain so much mass which meant the level of jism pooling where they were forced to sit gradually rose the more they let their inhibitions go. So much euphoria trounced their brains that both time and spatial awareness were hard to keep track of - the world around them might as well not exist as it offered nothing to help them with their current objective of geysering more pearlescent cum than was ever released on either of their respective planets. Neither of them had any idea how long this would last for, but ascending to the magnitude of what an avatar of the gods might look like was the best thing to happen to them in both their minds.

Alas, all good things must come to an end. In the heat of passion Garrus' body had been absolutely flooded with hormones, testosterone running rampant and amplifying a lot of the effects of the bio-amp, but also having the result of feeding back into the device and frying it completely; the makers of the amp likely hadn't thought someone would take it so far as to becoming a monument to masculine virility. Not even the technological wonders of the modern age could withstand the might of the turian titan.

But the sudden lack of growth was lost on both of them as neither could process anything other than sheer bliss turning minutes to hours. The combination of tons of muscle and cock being pressed together had their eyes either screwed shut or rolled to the back of their heads, the only sounds they made being wordless vocalizations of how thrilled they were with their new form. The others might not see them as having physiques to die for, but they'll come around at some point.

Eventually the flow from both giants slowed to a halt, allowing them to regain their bearings and actually understand the degree of their tremendous accomplishment. Wrex could only lean back against the wall, lats wide enough to each land a personal ship on, a dopey grin on his face as his plan exceeded all expectations.

Garrus, on the other hand, couldn't deny his inquisitive nature and immediately began taking stock of his immense transformation, his brain taking in all new information that completely rewrote the laws of physics. A glance from what little peripheral vision he had left showed him something floating in the lake of cum he and the krogan had surged to life - his armour. Picking it up in his hand showed him how small he used to be, even with it being stretched out from the first stages of his expansion. He had to chuckle at the thought of how that was the perfect size for him not too long ago because no one in the universe could manufacture something to fit him now and there'd be no going back for him.