(A re-upload of chapter seven since there were two versions sloppily mashed together causing the end of the story to be disjointed at parts.)
Allen came to consciousness slowly, as he opened his eyes he became an aware of two things, first was he was laying down and the second thing he realized was how heavy he felt. He knew his body, he knew what it should feel like but this wasn't it, he felt so much heavier, like if he tried to move it would take ages and a lot more effort then it was worth. Allen tried to open his eyes but it was so bright he winced. He likened it to staring at the sun after sitting in a dark room for hours. Allen slowly opened his eyes again, braving the momentary discomfort of the bright lights, he put a hand up to his forehead to shield his vision. His mind was fuzzy, he had a hard time remembering what happened and how he ended up here. As his eyes adjusted he came to realize he was in a room, the four walls around him were bright white, almost sterile, he'd seen similar rooms when he was brought it as a tribute...
Everything suddenly came back, he was a tribute, he was in the games...the reaping, the training, the fighting, and the sex. Tanya his fellow tribute from district seven, Vanessa the girl he had sex with during the games first, then with Tanya, then that career girl and the girl from twelve...finally the fight with the huge career guy. Allen pushed himself to sit up, his body groaned in protest as he fought against the soreness of his muscles to achieve the feat. He realized he'd been won, he was a victor. Looking around Allen spotted one entire wall of the room was a mirror. He moved to his feet and turned to face it.
Allen didn't recognize the man on the mirror, he expected to see his smaller self, slightly muscular build from chopping wood every day, or even his larger more muscular body from the games. At the moment he was staring at a cartoonishly proportioned super stud. He was naked of course hairless from the neck down like all other tributes and victors, his entire body was wrapped in thick layers of tightly corded muscle. He guessed he was about seven feet tall now, up from his previous six, his skin had his usual tanned coloring though now it seemed to have a slight reddish tint, his face was generally the same though his jaw seemed more...chiseled, then he remembered. All around his face had a bit more definition to it, he'd say he was handsome at least. His neck was thick with muscle, leading to broad thick shoulders topping the barrel chest split into the two slabs of hard meat that were his pecks. His arms hung heavy from his shoulders, his upper arms seemed twice as thick as his head, when he flexed his bicep it looked like the muscle would tear the skin as it bulged.
His eyes followed down his hard torso, his upper body had a sharp V shape to it, bulging at his chest and shoulders to almost form a T, his eight pack abs were deep cut and craggy like cobblestones, with what looked like another set of abdominals above them, making it a ten pack now he guessed. His legs were like tree trunks with his thighs being as thick as his upper arms. What really stood out to him, because of course it did, is what hung between his legs rather now on top of them due to its incredible size. His cock had grown to be two feet long in its soft state, he didn't want to imagine the thing hard. His balls were so big they hung to his knees, the oblong orbs the size of pineapples. The heavy sack had to sit in front of, or almost on, his powerful legs. His immense thick length was draped over his balls, soft as it was it put an almost uncomfortable pressure on his new huge balls. He remembered he was given a special enhancement, with a smile he used it. Allen watched in amazement as his two foot soft cock rose to life, stretching and thickening, thickening and elongating to mind boggling size. He knew he was a full hardness when he felt a tinge of pain along his shaft, signaling he could grow no bigger, though possibly be harder. He tried to grip his cock but the shaft was much too thick for his hand to reach around.
"How big is this thing?" He asked himself, shocked when something awoke to answer him. The mirror in front of him lit up acknowledging the question and got right to work obtaining the answer. Two small quick diagrams of him appeared, one with an obviously erect cock, the other very much soft. The screen processed some numbers visibly before a line ran the length of his cock on both images.
"Processing" it chimed, its voice coming from a hidden speaker in the ceiling. "Flaccid penis length is 24.1 inches. Erect penis length is 32.5 inches." It responded with a chime. Allen couldn't believe it, he was huge, bigger, monstrous, to his memory he was the biggest victor of all time...so far. "Any additional queries?" The wall display asked.
"Um... how tall am I now?" Allen asked staring at himself in the mirror.
"Subject is seven feet six inches in height." It said mechanically. He grinned at his newly enhanced naked form, flexing his muscles for himself when another voice came over the speaker.
"Welcome victor! Congratulations on a very successful Enhancement Games. You've been removed from the arena and are in a rest facility in the capital. Take your time admiring your new body, you've earned it." It said chuckling. "Beyond this room you'll find a stateroom equipped with everything you may want to relax and refresh yourself. Additionally your mentor will meet with you when you're ready." In finished with a click, as it finished a light appeared on the mirror wall to his slight right. What started as a dot traced along the outlines of a door. He heard a clicking sound inside the wall like something was unlocking, Allen pressed his huge hand against it and it budged slightly. Smirking he pushed it open and walked into the other room.
Where the previous room was spartan and sterile this new room was thick with luxury. Rich colored paintings decorated the walls, each of a pair of victors from games past, every one of them naked and in one sexual position or another. The hardwood floor was broken up in places by thick rugs of deep dark colors, thick heavy wood furniture was scattered about making for two sitting areas and a massive bed along the far wall. Allen could appreciate many of the pieces of furniture around him, they all looked very sturdy and were thick with cushioning. Allen walked the room, large enough to fit three houses, examining the pictures until he came to someone he recognized.
Cynthia, his mentor, stood bent over with her legs spread and knees slightly bent. Her silver hair wrapped tightly around the hand of a gigantic dark skinned muscular stud behind her, his other hand on her wide hip, bracing her as he thrust his huge cock deep in her. His handsome face was twisted in a snarl while Cynthia looked like she was caught in a moment between shock at the size of the cock fucking her and orgasming. Allen's eyes drifted to her tits, still twice the size of her head, already decorated in a pearlescent goo, they were thrust outward, the giant orbs refusing to sag even in the projection was just from her positioning or if she was doing that intentionally.
