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f487ce3960189b78918da7991c10aa74a9fc8922046c0ebdb978772c61734bbb | 9,957 | 1 | Chapter 1 - Shower not a Grower. |
It was already morning by the time Kagerou finally began to stir. He had had the most amazing dream. He didn’t even want to get out of bed for fear that the memories would leave him. He pulled his covers over his head to block out the sunlight streaming in through the blinds. A familiar scent flooded his nostrils. The scent of the boy in his dreams seemed to have seeped into his covers. Kagerou felt like he was wrapping himself in a warm cocoon of happy memories. He wished he could stay there forever, but he knew he needed to get out of bed eventually.
Kagerou reluctantly pushed off his blankets and rolled out of bed. The cool air rolled across his bare skin. It felt surprisingly nice. Kagerou didn’t make it a habit of sleeping nude. He typically only did so during the hot months when he felt like he would sweat to death otherwise. He didn’t remember it being that warm last night, but he figured it must have been. He definitely felt a little sweaty even though he had spent the night au natural.
He slipped on his glasses are strode briskly across his room and into the adjacent restroom. He didn’t bother putting any clothes on. It’s not like anyone would see him in his own dorm, and he was feeling surprisingly good today. Somehow he felt like getting dressed would break his stride.
His huge, thick dick swayed heavily as he walked. It was a well kept secret around campus that he was quite hung, especially since he was so young looking. He had a very boyish face for his age and his short height and slight build did nothing to give away his true age. His dick capped out at roughly a foot long when fully hard, and Kagerou was much more of a shower than a grower. As such, even in its current, mostly flaccid state, his cock reached down well over halfway down his thighs.
He turned and looked into the mirror when he got into the bathroom. A small smirk crossed his lips as he looked back at himself. Kagerou flexed for his reflection. His small, tight, densely packed muscles rippled for him. Kagerou was pretty cut, but that was another thing that pretty much none of his classmates knew anything about. He always wore really loose clothes, even on days when he wasn’t required to wear the default mage robes that were the school’s uniform. He just never really felt the need to show off. He never really thought of himself as being hot, really, but today he was feeling so giddy that he felt like showing off a bit, even if just for himself.
The dream from last night was still vividly replaying in his mind. It made him feel simultaneously great and awful. He could vividly remember everything about Masurao’s lithe, toned body. The tanned, redhead was so amazingly hot and had been so passionate in the sack that Kagerou found himself wishing that it had been real, but there was no way anything like that could happen. There’s no way the hot new student would have actively sought him out and then made sweet love to him in his own bed, and that’s not even getting into all the weird stuff that happened during the act. Kagerou had never seen anyone shrink like that. The whole evening had been far too surreal to be anything other than a dream.
Kagerou was still pretty lost in his own little world as he fumbled around for the basic items he’d need to get ready for the day. He didn’t even notice that the sink faucet was already turned on when he got in there. He figured he must have turned it on without thinking and just left it on to heat up. He looked down at the small glass next to the sink where he normally kept his toothbrush only to find that it was empty. He shrugged it off. He was probably due for a new one anyway. The only problem was that he kept his spares on the shelf above the mirror.
Kagerou was in too good of a mood to let something like this get to him. He began to whistle along with the song he was hearing as he pulled himself up onto the counter top. One of the major disadvantages of his height was that things were so often out of his reach. He was pretty agile, though, and didn’t let his size slow him down. Once he was successfully up on the counter top, Kagerou took a moment to figure out the right key for the song that was going through his head. He really liked this song, but for some reason it sounded off today. The voice singing along with it seemed a little raspier and a bit airier than he remembered. It was a really nice voice, though and somehow it seemed to fit the music better than the original singer so Kagerou went along with it.
Kagerou continued to whistle an accompaniment to the singing as he got into position. In order to get at the shelf he needed, Kagerou placed a knee on either side of the sink and sat back so his butt was resting between his ankles on the small stretch of marble between the sink and the end of the countertop. His dick ended up dangling into the sink in front of him, but he paid it little mind as he rifled through the various boxes and object scattered on the shelf. He had finally found his spare toothbrush when he heard a voice call out to him.
“Hey! Watch where you’re swinging that thing!” Shouted the voice. Kagerou was so startled that he almost toppled over backwards off the counter. He quickly hunched down and placed a hand on either knee to steady himself as he waited for his heart to start beating again. It was then that he noticed the small figure showering in the sink below. “‘Sup!” The small, olive skinned redhead called up to Kagerou.
Kagerou’s face started turning shades or red to rival even his custom tinted glasses. He was slowly starting to piece things together. Last night had been real. He had totally gotten it on with the hot new student all while said new guy got gradually smaller and smaller. The reason the sink had been turned on was because the now four inch tall student had been casually showering himself in it. Kagerou also realized that the singing had not been in his head at all, but rather it had been Masurao’s voice all along. “So last night wasn’t a dream…” Kagerou muttered in shock.
“Nah, but it felt like one.” Masurao replied saucily as he strode up and rubbed his hand along the floppy shaft of his new friend’s massive dick. Kagerou’s cock was thicker around than Mas’s waist and over twice as long as Mas current height.
Kagerou somehow managed to turn even redder. His dick was already chubbing up, but he wished it wouldn’t. He was so embarrassed by unintentionally almost teabagging his tiny new friend that the last thing he wanted now was to pop a bone as well. “So… um… How did you get up here, anyway?” Kagerou asked as casually as he could manage as he grabbed the toothbrush and got down from his perch on the edge of the sink.
“Well, I had to cast a few spells, but it wasn’t too hard.” Mas responded nonchalantly. “Seemed to knock a few inches off my height again, though. I was almost back to the foot mark, too.”
“You seem surprisingly calm about this…” Kagerou responded. He was trying to act as casual as he could, but his new friend was standing bare ass naked directly in front of him, and even at just under four inches tall, Masurao was still really hot. The auburn haired boy’s toned muscles and amazing dick were openly on display. Kagerou was struggling to find somewhere that he could look that would simultaneously not make him seem rude and distant all while not having him stare directly at his nude friend. His eyes darted around the sink until they locked onto the tall, red brush that the tiny boy was holding onto. “Wait… Is that my toothbrush!?” Kagerou squeaked incredulously.
Mas looked up at the large red pole that he was gripping against his body as he stood there. “Oh, yeah. I didn’t want to bother you, and I wanted to get cleaned up. There’s no way I could lift a washrag, so I kind of improvised.” He replied with a casual shrug. “It’s not so bad actually. Check this out.” Mas let the brush fall back over and then he positioned his back against it and began to rub up and down against it. The bristled foamed over with soap and scrubbed his back for him.
“But… that’s been in my mouth…” Kagerou responded awkwardly.
“What a coincidence.” Mas replied with a sly grin and a lascivious wink “So have I.”
Kagerou’s face had almost achieved a somewhat human shade of pink, but Mas’s last remark had caused him to turn red all over again. “Anyway!...” Kagerou managed to blurt out. His voice came out far louder and more forced than he had expected. He took a moment to calm his nerves and then continued. “Remember what we talked about last night. It’s morning, and you’re still not big again, so I’m taking you to the nurse’s office to see if she can’t help you somehow.”
“Fine, fine.” Masurao replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. “There’s no rush, though. Why not finish getting cleaned up and then we’ll go?”
“Sure, I guess. I was just going to take a quick shower and brush my teeth. We’ll go after that?” Kagerou responded uncertainly. He was still feeling a little hot under the collar, especially with the way Mas was eyeing him. Kagerou was actually glad that he was so short for once because everything below his midriff was safely hidden behind the counter. He was hovering close to a semi already, and he didn’t know how he would explain that to his tiny friend. It wasn’t that he was getting off on Mas’s size. Not really, anyway. It’s just that Mas was hot at any size, and the small, auburn haired guy was making no effort to hide his own respectable chubby.
“No problem.” Mas replied casually. “It’ll be tough for me to go anywhere on my own anyway, so I’ll just wait here until you finish.” Mas’s dirty grin spread even wider as he added, “Feel free to leave the door open, though. I don’t mind.”
Kagerou’s face turned another shade of red. Even though he knew that there was no way Mas could see the lower half of his body, Kagerou’s hands instinctively shot down to cover his growing stiffy.
Masurao burst out laughing. It took a few tries, but he managed to stifle his giggles long enough to get a sentence out. “I… I’m sorry, but… It’s just… That look is too perfect.” Masurao finally got his giggling under control enough to speak normally and continued. “Sorry for teasing you. It’s just that you’re so cute, I can’t help myself.”
The redness in Kagerou’s face seemed to cluster around his cheeks when he heard the compliment. He fidgeted a bit and tried unsuccessfully to hide his bashful smile. “Do you… do you really think I’m cute?” He asked sheepishly.
“Hell yeah!” Mas shouted out emphatically. The response took Kagerou by surprise. “I mean it, man. You’re totally hot.” Mas added with equal enthusiasm.
Kagerou’s cheeks reddened as he gave Mas a furtive grin. “Well… I guess you’re better off right there. Wouldn’t want you to wander off and get hurt, right?” Mas was about to agree, but the words caught in his throat as Kagerou took a few steps back, revealing the tip of his towering, fully boned cock to his tiny voyeur.
Mas quickly scrambled out of the sink and stood on the edge of the counter so he could see his bud’s impressive dick in all of its rigid glory. The glorious cock was easily twice as thick as Mas’s chest now that it was fully plumped, and it stood easily three times as tall as the small redhead. Mas’s eyes drifted lower and checked out the pair of enormous nuts that went along with the humongous dick. Either ball was so large that it had to weigh at least as much he did. Mas’s mind was flooded with various erotic scenarios, each one dirtier than the last. He just couldn’t get over how huge Kagerou’s equipment was, and at Mas’s current size it was absolutely gigantic. Mas couldn’t help but daydream about bringing his giant friend to climax. Kagerou’s load would be so huge that Mas could practically bathe in the wondrous spunk. Mas had been pretty chubbed up while he was teasing Kagerou, but now that he had been given a front row seat to his friend’s absolutely glorious dick, Mas achieved a state of painfully hard in record time. Mas could do nothing but gawk while he unabashedly stroked his dick.
Kagerou tried his best to keep a level head, but watching his friend ogle him like that was strangely flattering and more than a little erotic. Kagerou was trying to act cool and collected, but there was already a small bead of pre forming on the tip of his cock. Kagerou flashed his tiny buddy one last sheepish grin before turning around and sauntering over to the shower stall. Kagerou was finding that he was enjoying showing off for his friend a lot more than he had expected he would and made sure to put a bit more swish in his step than he usually did.
Mas looked out upon his friend’s gigantic bubbly ass in awe. Kagerou’s butt was fantastic even when Mas had been more or less full sized, but at his current stature it was like the grand canyon of asses. A sizeable portion of Mas’s brain was urging his to take a flying leap off of the countertop and stage dive right into the crevasse between those two glorious mounds. There would be plenty of room in between those bubbly cheeks for him to get in nice and snuggly, and he was guaranteed a soft landing; the boy’s butt was so huge that there was no way that Mas could miss, and his huge cheeks were so soft and supple it would be like making landfall on a feather bed. Mas was fully prepared to run forward and take the plunge when Kagerou began his slow, sultry march to the shower stall. The seductive swaying of his hips caused his gloriously round, bubble butt to sway like a pendulum. Mas was too hypnotized by his friend’s pale, rocking butt to even try to attempt a jump. Mas simply plopped down on his rear with his legs hanging over the edge of the counter and stroked his dick while watching his buddy’s ass make it’s slow, loping journey over to the stall.
Kagerou tilted the shower head so that it was mostly facing the wall. He figured this would limit the amount of water splashing out so that he could leave the door wide open and continue his little show. He pulled off his shades before stepping into the shower and shot a playful wink towards his friend. Kagerou turned the dial and stepped into the warm spray. He poured some shampoo into his pale, sage green hair and began to rub his scalp sensually, letting the suds roll down the contours of his body. He turned sideways so that his backside was prominently displayed for his adoring public and slicked his sudsy hair backwards causing the soap foam to roll down his spine and down his crack.
Kagerou then reached for the washrag and poured some gel into that as well. He slowly and methodically began to lather himself up, making sure to spend extra time on the more erotic areas as he did so. He started on his face and then moved down to his shoulders and arms before working his way down his chest. He made sure to really dig in and massage his nipples sensually when he washed his small, sinewy pecs. He knew that Mas would really enjoy that part. Kagerou just wished that he could see better with all the water and thick, soggy hair in his eyes.
He slowly worked his way lower and lower, letting the suds seep into his cut abs. He made sure to rub plenty vigorously so that his still rock hard erection which reached up past his belly button would bob and sway enticingly. He wrapped the soap soaked washcloth around his cock and began to stroke it tenderly. His chiseled abs flex as his entire body shuddered from the waves of pleasure coursing through him. He could feel his nuts pulling up as he struggled to keep from blowing his load across the tile floor. Kagerou let go of his cock and bit his lip as he let out a slight moan as he fought against his own sexual urges. He let out a sigh of relief when the urge to cum finally passed.
Kagerou turned around and focused his attention on safer areas, but he knew that his audience would enjoy it just as much as the previous show. He dug his fingers into the soft, supple flesh of his big, bubbly butt and began to sensually knead his large, round buns. He made sure to spread his cheeks wide enough to give Mas a clean view of his twitching hole as the soapy water cascaded down the trench. He let out a sensual whimper as he playfully slipped a soapy finger into his tight pucker. He slowly and deliberately slid his finger deeper and deeper in until it reached the bottom knuckle. He looked over his shoulder and flashed his friend a playful grin before pulling out and continuing his path downward.
He finished up his little show with his legs. He spread his feet wide apart and bent down far lower than he needed to in order to lather up in an effort to really show off his lean legs and round ass for his tiny voyeur. He made extra sure to playfully rock his hips back and forth as he scrubbed down his legs. He was already pretty sure that Mas was enjoying the show, but it never hurt to go the extra mile.
When Kagerou was finally cleaned up, he shut off the shower and began drying himself off with his towel. He didn’t spend near as much time showboating as he did when he was showering, but he did make sure to face his audience so that Mas could get a look as Kagerou’s still rigid cock as it bobbed and swayed rhythmically in time with the brushing of the towel.
Kagerou rushed from the bathroom, leaving Mas momentarily bewildered, but the pale, green haired boy quickly returned with an armload of clothes and continued his show. Kagerou turned around and flashed Mas a sheepish grin over his shoulder as he slowly pulled his boxer briefs up. His briefs were so tight and his butt so round that his large, pillowy cheeks lifted up over the waistband as Kagerou slowly slid his pants up. He made sure to swish his hips a little bit to really tease his friend. The waistband slipped into place with an audible snap as Kagerou pulled his thumbs out. His briefs framed his ass perfectly. The fabric was so tight and conformed to the shape of his ass so perfectly that the shape of each individual bubbly cheek as well as the deep trench between could still be seen even through the light blue fabric.
“So how was that?” Kagerou asked playfully as he tuned around to face his friend. Kagerou didn’t even really need to wait for an answer. He could plainly see that Mas had enjoyed the show. Mas’s face, chest and abs were completely coated in his own spunk. It wasn’t just that Mas had shot a few massive loads, though. The small, tanned boy had lost roughly half his height in the process.
“You’re not just going to leave it like that, are you?” Mas asked pleadingly as he stared at Kagerou’s impressive hard-on. Kagerou’s still rock hard, foot long cock stuck out a few inches above the top of his waistband, and there was a bit of pre still dribbling off the tip of his cock.
“Why not? It’ll go away on its own in a few minutes.” Kagerou replied nonchalantly as he put some toothpaste on his new toothbrush.
“That’s such a waste of a good boner… Come on. If you won’t finish it off, I’ll do it for you.” Mas said defiantly as he stood up to his full height of two inches. Kagerou’s cock completely dwarfed him. The shaft was several times thicker than his body, and even just the puffy head of the cock was almost as tall as he was. Mas refused to give up so easily though.
“Not to be rude, but… What can you even do?” Kagerou asked skeptically. “In your current state, I don’t think I’d even feel anything.” Kagerou continued as he playfully poked Mas’s toned chest. Kagerou’s fingertip eclipsed the small guy’s entire torso. Kagerou got a thin layer of the tiny boy’s cum on his finger as he did so. Without thinking he lifted his finger up his mouth and began sucking on the tip of it. The layer of spunk was so thin that he could barely taste it, but it was definitely there.
“Oh yeah!? Hit me with your best shot!” Mas shouted defiantly up at his giant friend. The two of them seemed to catch the unintentional double entendre at almost the exact same time. Kagerou furrowed his brown and looked down at his friend uncertainly, but Mas’s grin spread wider as he puffed his chest up even more. “You heard me. Do it.”
Kagerou looked down at Mas uncertainly for a minute as he ran the scenario through his head. He couldn’t deny that it was pretty hot and would be a lot of fun. He also knew that Mas wouldn’t be hurt in the process. It just seemed so weird and kind of embarrassing. His cheeks began to turn pink again, but at the same time his cock was once again hardening and seeping pre.
Seeing his friend’s uncertainty, Mas changed his demeanor. “Come on, please? I’d hate to be the only one who got off, and I promise I’ll be fine.”
Kagerou mulled it over for a moment, but his skepticism began to fade. A sheepish grin crept across his lips as he finally caved. “Ok, fine, but remember, you brought this on yourself.”
Mas’s mouth spread into a huge toothy grin. He beamed up at his giant friend as he waited for Kagerou to pluck him up. Mas was so small that he easily fit in Kagerou’s open palm. Kagerou carried Mas with him back to the shower and, using his free hand, shoved the front of his briefs down so that his huge cock and balls could flop loose. Kagerou then lowered his other, cupped hand down in front of his cock.
Mas stared up in awe at the massive, shuddering cock head that was suspended above him. The slit was bigger than his head and was oozing huge amounts of pre. There was nothing Mas could do but wait so he laid back in the palm of his buddy’s giant hand and watched the steady motion of the colossal cock as it bobbed up and down in time with Kagerou’s steady, rhythmic stroking.
Kagerou tried to steady his breathing. His cock was already lurching and jerking in his hand. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer and that this would be an extremely large and messy load even by his standards. He bit his lower lip and let out a slight grunt as huge, thick ropes of jizz launched from his cock. Much of the heavy hail of spunk overshot his hand by a large margin, but plenty still hit its mark and began steadily pooling in his cupped palm.
Mas had greatly underestimated just how pent up his giant pal really was. The first jet of spunk crashed down around him with enough force to knock the wind out of him. The wad was so sticky and dense that it was like tar. Mas could barely even move after just one shot, but more and more kept oozing down around him. Kagerou fired a fourth and then a fifth shot, each one as dense and sticky as the last. By the time he was done his entire hand was coating in sticky spooge. Mas found himself suspended in deep bog of jizz that was so dense he could barely even move. He was like a fly caught in a web, but at least he was relatively sure that his captor wasn’t going to eat him.
Kagerou lifted his hand up to his face and watched as his dense wad slowly oozed down his palm, carrying the tiny guy with it. Kagerou did the first thing that popped into his mind. He stuck out his tongue and greedily lapped up his own jizz. He could feel his tiny friend squirming underneath his own tongue as he did so. Kagerou could taste Mas’s salty sweat mingled in with his own bitter cum. Being able to taste and feel his friend in such a way was so bizarrely erotic and exciting. Kagerou’s grin spread wider as he pulled his hand back and stared at the tiny form that was still stuck to his palm. Mas was now drenched in cum and saliva, but the tiny redhead didn’t seem to mind. If his own hard-on was any indication, the small, olive skinned boy even seemed to be enjoying it as much as Kagerou was.
“You’re filthy.” Kagerou commented playfully as he plucked up a thick, stringy clump of jizz between his thumb and forefinger. Mas came up with it, still suspended in the thick, milky tar. “Let me help you with that.” He added saucily as he dropped the tiny boy onto his tongue.
Kagerou pinned his friend between his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he sucked deeply and savored the taste of his own spunk and his friend’s skin against his tongue. Mas seemed to be enjoying it as well. Kagerou could feel his tiny cock rubbing against the top of his tongue as Mas rocked his hips back and forth. Kagerou could taste his own cum steadily washing away as he sucked. Finally he could no longer taste any spunk in his mouth. He was just about ready to spit his friend out when he felt another bit of jizz cross his tongue. This load was far mellower and a little sweeter than his own. There was not much there, but he was sure that it was Mas’s cum. A small smile played at the corner’s of Kagerou’s lips as he spit he small boy back out into the palm of his jizz-coated hand.
“Enjoyed that, did you?” Kagerou asked with a sly grin. Masurao only managed a weak thumbs up as he slunk down into the palm of his friend’s hand. Mas was too exhausted and feeling too great to muster up any sort more of a comeback than that.
“Well, come on then. Let’s get you cleaned up so we can get someone to put you back to normal.” Kagerou said warmly as he picked up the soapy washcloth from the shower and carried both it and his friend back to the sink. |
f487ce3960189b78918da7991c10aa74a9fc8922046c0ebdb978772c61734bbb | 10,340 | 1 | Chapter 1 - Into The Archives |
Claves leapt effortlessly from rooftop to rooftop in spite of the gigantic cock that dangled down to his ankles and the two humongous, beach ball sized nuts that swung down around his knees. He was currently clad in just a pair of lightweight, cobalt blue shoes, Similarly colored, cuffed gloves, his stylish, new, white traveling cloak, and, of course, his trademark butterfly mask. His attire wasn’t technically legal, but then again, as the country’s premiere cat burglar, legality was never one of his primary concerns. His oversized endowments had made pants unwieldy to say the least, and he far preferred the feeling of the wind rushing against his bare skin anyway. He had adjusted to a life with an ensorcelled cock and balls rather easily, which is to say, it hadn’t even slowed him down for a minute. He loved his massive equipment and had no intention of reversing the enchantment even if there had been a way to do so.
He loved everything about his new form. He loved the way his massive, waist thick cock swung and bounced as he hopped over the cityscape. He loved how the enormous quantities of jizz sloshed and churned within his magnificently huge nuts. Although, as he had quickly learned, that when it got to the point that he could actually feel the jizz churning, it was time for him to unload. The nature of the enchantment seemed to make it that he would continue to produce more and more spunk every second of every day, causing his already huge nuts to steadily swell and swell until he finally found release. This made for very, very messy mornings for him and his live in lover, but at least a large percentage of the population of the city were in the same boat.
Claves had started the rumors about the enchanted scepter that could turn any man who wielded it into a veritable sex god. He of course had made the rumor sound as phony as possible to get more people to blindly accept it. Facts always seemed to diminish the thruthiness of such rumors, especially if said rumors were actually true. It didn’t take long before people were lining up around the block to try their luck with the dick stick.
The oddest part about it was that the results seemed to vary wildly from person to person. To date, Claves still had the largest cock out of anyone he had met, which filled him with no small amount of pride. Leo, his bookish lover had explained the whole situation to him before, but Claves had tuned out all the parts that didn’t directly pertain to him. As best he understood it, a person’s final size was based on their innate magical powers. Leo had come close to rivaling Claves’s size, but fell short by a few inches; a fact that Claves was sure to never let him live down.
Claves silently popped the lock on one of the windows and slipped inside. Below him stretched rows and rows of bookshelves, each one stood over twenty feet high and contained thousands of tomes. Claves was a little disappointed at how easy this heist was turning out to be. He had expected at least a small patrol to be well… patrolling as he broke into the Duke’s Archives. All the guards must be busy jacking off their plus size tools instead of doing their actual jobs.
Claves silently darted along the top of the shelves; his keen eyes rapidly scanning all the books on the shelves as he ran. This was like looking for a needle in a haystack, but at least he wasn’t too picky as to which needle he pilfered. All he needed was a few old spell tomes to test out a few theories. If, as his jumbo cock seemed to imply, he had above average aptitude for magic, then he should be able to learn a few basic spells from these books. He had always wondered what it would be like to be a sorcerer, and there was also something else whispering in the back of his mind. He remembered hearing that magical aptitude was like a muscle; the more you worked it, the bigger it got. His cock began to chub up just thinking about what that would be like.
Claves skidded to a halt abruptly as he noticed a strange figure mixed in amongst the rows of books. He recognized the robes immediately; this guy had to be a student from the mage’s college the next town over. It was what was coming out of the robes that really got Calves’s attention. The guy’s dick was so large that it dangled well beyond the hem of his robes, but even the guy’s hefty cock was dwarfed by the immense pair of nuts that filled up much of the space between the shelves.
Claves looked around to see if there was anyone else in the library. The two of them seemed to be alone so he silently hopped down and darted over to the mage. Judging by the mage’s position and steady muffled breathing, Claves was able to deduce that his robed friend was out cold, but there appeared to be no sign of a struggle. Claves moved in closer and lifted the open book off of the mage’s face. He was surprised to see that the unconscious wizard was no older than himself. Claves had expected to see some wizened old greybeard. He had to admit that the young magic user was pretty cute in spite of the soft snoring and little bit of drool trickling down the side of his face. He had very neatly trimmed, short white hair and a small pair of round glasses that perched on his nose that seemed to stay up without the aid of arms as if by magic. Claves then realized that if this young man really was a mage, then it made perfect sense for his glasses to be enchanted to not fall off.
He wasn’t sure if he should just leave the dozing mage be or wake him up. Claves pondered for a moment and decided it would be best to wake him so he could deal with him accordingly. The last thing he needed was some nutjob flinging magic missiles at him while he was trying to abscond with the goods. Claves placed a hand firmly over the mage’s mouth. It only took a moment for the interrupted air flow to cause the white haired guy to awake with a snort.
The mage awoke to Claves’s face staring at him from a few scant inches away. The mage immediately began to gesture excitedly and ramble on, but he didn’t seem angry or afraid; if anything, he seemed amiable and even joyful, almost as if he was greeting an old friend he hadn’t seen in years, but Claves could not understand a word of it. Thanks to Calves’s firmly clasped hand over the mage’s mouth, all that was escaping was a series of muffled, emphatic mumbles. Claves moved his free hand to his mouth and placed his pointer finger to his lips in a signal for the excitable student to shut up. A look of understanding came into the mage’s mint green eyes as he stopped trying to talk. He silently nodded in agreement and waited for Claves to pull back his hand.
“What are you doing here?” Claves questioned sternly. The mage stared at him in silence for a moment as if waiting for something. Claves eventually took the hint and added with a sigh. “You can talk now… just be quiet about it, ok?”
The mage nodded happily and then began to let loose a stream of words that made Claves’s head spin. “Right. Yes. Very good. I am here on official business from the Arcanum of Allegretto. The Duke here has the single greatest collection of old spell tomes in the known land, and I am here searching the Archives for a series of ancient and long thought lost tomes of great scholarly significance. There were rumors that they may in fact be hidden in plain sight amongst the several-“ Claves once again placed his hand back over the excitable spell caster’s mouth, but the mage continued to ramble on about his scholarly duties, completely oblivious to the fact that his words were coming out as merely a series of muffled grunts. Claves narrowed his eyes at the mage menacingly which seemed to drive his point home. The caster abruptly stopped talking and even let out a little whimper.
“Keep it brief, would you?” Claves moaned in annoyance as he once again pulled his hand back.
“Um… Yes, sir. Where should I start?” asked the befuddled sorcerer.
“Name.” Claves said curtly.
“Yes, well. I am second apprentice to High Enchanter Staccato at the Arcanum o” Again the mage’s ramblings were cut short by Claves’s gloved hand, but again he continued to ramble. Finally he seemed to realize that he was being silenced again and waited expectantly for his next order.
“Just the name.” Claves said with a sigh.
“Right, well… My name is Timpani… but I guess. You could call me Tim?” He said as he stared up at the pink haired thief expectantly.
“Good. Now why are you here?” Claves asked firmly.
“Well. As I was saying. I was sent here on official business from the…” Tim took the hint this time and stopped talking the second he saw Claves lift his hand.
“No. Why are you here.” Claves asked again, pointing to their current spot for added emphasis.
“Well… I seem to have lost the ability to walk.” Tim said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Yeah. I noticed you were a bit pent up.” Claves responded nonchalantly as he playfully poked one of the mage’s immense nuts. “First day being enhanced?” Claves inquired curiously.
“Third actually. I heard the rumours when I got into town and I just had to research them further. You see I am an enchanter and an item like that had to have some form of high level enchantment placed upon it. My scholarly curiosity could not allow me to pass up a chance like this.” Tim rattled on as quickly as he could, hoping to spill his story before the lithe thief once again got tired of him speaking.
“Couldn’t hold out, could you?” Claves asked with a sly smirk as he ran a hand across the bit of cock that was hanging out the bottom of his robes.
“Well. I am sure I could have held out just fine… but the crowd had other ideas.” Tim explained as he began to blush a bit. “It seems they had never seen anyone quite as… afflicted as I, and they chose to capitalize.”
Claves raised an eyebrow questioningly as he mulled over the mage’s choice of words. “Afflicted?” He asked, trying to hide his own jealously. Tim had him beat for size by a good margin, but the mage didn’t even seem to appreciate his gift. “You act as though this is a bad thing.”
“Oh. Don’t get me wrong, it is quite enjoyable, but it can be a bit cumbersome at times… especially if I go too long without emptying, as you can see.” Tim explained as he gestured to his massively enlarged balls.
Claves’s sly grin returned as he began massaging the closer of Tim’s two enlarged nuts. “So. You obviously know enough about your new body to know how to handle it. So how exactly did you find yourself in this position?” He asked playfully as he continued to sensually knead the turgid cum factory. He could actually feel the jizz sloshing around inside as the giant orb slowly but steadily swelled.
“Well… there’s a perfectly logical explanation to that…” The enchanter explained. “You see. I was looking through these tomes and found a particularly interesting bit of history. I got so enrapt in the pages that I didn’t even notice my size until it was too late. I figured I would just wait until a patrol arrived and have them help me out, but it’s been hours and no one has come for me so far. I suspect they were under orders to give me privacy as I carried out my research.”
For once, Claves was glad that the mage didn’t seem to know when to shut up. He had just let slip a key bit of info about the lack of guards this night. He also found out
another bit of choice info, but it was less a matter of what Tim had said. Claves grinned wider as his eyes fell on the “history” that the enchanter had been perusing. It was a particularly sordid tale of a fictitious young prince from a bygone age and his frequent dalliances with the captain of the guard. The rate at which Tim’s balls had inflated seemed to indicate that the mage’s interest in the book was far from academic.
“Well… I may not be a squad of soldier’s but I’ll certainly help you get up and mobile again.” Claves said playfully as he ran a hand across the exposed head of Tim’s immense cock. The enchanter’s dick had been steadily chubbing from the steady kneading that Claves had been giving his large, sensitive nuts, and was quickly hardening under the thief’s tender touch.
“No. No, no. Don’t do that.” Tim muttered.
“What? Why not?” Claves asked playfully as he stood up beside the enormous cock that was now flying at half mast.
“The Archive…” Tim managed to say between shudders and gasps as Claves’s masterful touch brought him to fully erect and beyond. Claves ground his own humongous cock against the absolutely gigantic one that was now standing straight up before him as he rubbed both sides with his arms and licked the tip sensually.
“Please… don’t damage the books.” muttered the mage pleadingly.
“So that’s why you couldn’t just get yourself off?” Claves continued to tease the pent up mage. “Well how about this… I promise not to spill a drop.” The thief pulled on the towering dick and positioned himself so he was seated right on the spongy head as he looked down on the enchanter with a gaze of lusty triumph. The mage’s eyes went wide as Claves’s hips spread wider to take the massive tool inside of him. The thief’s whole body shifted and adjusted, taking on the shape of the enormous cock that now filled most of his body. Claves’s whole body was now a living sheath that completely enveloped the monstrous cock.
Tim could actually see each and every vein and contour of his dick as the thief’s skin wrapped tightly around it. He could feel every shudder of Claves’s body as the thief’s muscles wrapped tightly around the mage’s cock, pumping and stroking it with every minor twitch he made.
Claves was only able to make it halfway down the shaft. He sat there, impaled on the enormous dick as he used his feet to stroke the soft, sensitive underside of the immense wang. Each and every buck, twitch, and shudder of the colossal cock reverberated through his entire body, bringing him closer and closer to cumming. He could feel his increased arousal taking its toll on his own twin orbs of cum. The increased production was causing his nuts to swell noticeably as his cock started to drool pre onto the mage’s robes. Claves had never been filled quite so full or been stretched quite so far before. His entire body was in ecstasy, and he knew the sensations would just get more and more powerful when he began to be pumped full of cum.
Tim seemed to be muttering something under his breath, but Claves ignored it. It wouldn’t be the first time that the dude he was riding started to pray to whatever divine he believed in, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. All Claves cared about was that he was reaming himself on the biggest cock of his life, and he didn’t want it to end. He was so caught up in the waves of pleasure rocking his entire body that he didn’t even notice the sparks fly from the enchanter’s hand as he snapped his fingers or that the steady stream of pre seeping from his painfully erect cock had suddenly dried up.
Tim moaned loudly as the contents of his nuts gushed up through his cock like water through a fire hose. Claves didn’t even have time to fully brace himself as the most powerful flood of cum he had ever experience washed into him. The changes were almost instantaneous. The sheer volume of spunk pumping into him caused his belly to begin to distend almost instantly. His gut inflated rapidly as the gallons upon gallons of spunk flooded into him. Claves moaned in pure ecstasy as he ran his hands along the expanding surface. As his belly continued to swell, it got so large that he could no longer wrap his arms all the way around it. His gut was now the biggest it had ever been, and Tim had not shown any signs of slowing down.
Claves’s cock twitched and lurched as it tried desperately to cum, but nothing came out. His brain cried out for release as his entire body and soul was wracked with the most intense pleasure he had ever experienced. He hovered between euphoria and anguish, pleasure and pain. It was simultaneously the most amazing and most terrible experience in his life. His belly continued to swell from the constant deluge, and his nuts continued to grow from the heightened state of arousal. He was reaching sizes he had never even dreamt of, and yet there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Finally, Tim’s immense cock began to slowly soften now that his now basketball sized nuts had been completely drained. The enchanter’s dick plopped out of Claves’s stretched out ass, but no liquid came with it. He was still as plugged full of cum as ever. Claves could hear the doors on the opposite end of the giant library slam open as the sounds of guards voices filled the room. “Did you hear something?” “Spread out! Search for the source of that noise!” They called back and forth to each other.
Claves knew he had to escape. He was in no condition to be dealing with guards as he was. He could barely even move. His gut was stretched so full and wide that he didn’t even have room to turn around. The sides of his massively inflated stomach brushed against the bookshelves on either side of him, and his now huge, beanbag chair sized balls dragged against the floor as he moved. He couldn’t even see the mage below him anymore, but he could tell from the groggy murmuring coming from below that Tim would be of no help. “Had to save the books…” the enchanter continued to mutter over and over as he dozed peacefully.
Claves hobbled off as best as he could towards the opposite end, keeping an ear out for any footsteps. His mobility was impaired, but his keen senses were not dulled in the slightest. He could keep tabs on each and every guard purely from the sounds of their footfalls. He had seen the layout of the maze of shelves from above and had already memorized the paths. All he had to do was make it to the other side without getting detected.
The turns at each intersection were slow and laborious, but somehow he managed to stay ahead of his pursuers every step of the way. It would have been so much easier if he could have just leapt up the shelves and ollie out the window like he had planned, but in his current state he could barely walk, let alone jump. With all the guards searching the archives top to bottom, Claves was free to walk straight out the front door and into the busy streets.
He knew he must be quite the sight to behold. His absolutely enormous gut spilled out in front of him so far that it even poked out farther than his painfully erect three and a half foot cock. The sides of his stomach bulged out so wide on either side that it was easy three times as wide as his waist. His massive nuts dragged behind him and he slowly marched towards his home. His enormously bloated belly churned and sloshing and wiggled and his cock bobbed up and down and side to side with each labored footfall.
Despite how ridiculous he knew he must look, he still felt too amazing to worry about it. A few flash bulbs went off here and there as some wannabe journalists snapped some pictures for the papers. How would they spin this, he wondered. Would they mock him? Would they laud his brazen escape even when so obviously encumbered. Out of the corners of his eyes he could see the looks of the crowd. Several people in the crowd were among the enhanced, and they could not hide their own erections. These people must have already learned how great it felt to be pumped so full of cum that their bodies turned into veritable balloons of jizz. Even now, despite his awkward and embarrassing circumstances, Claves found himself wishing he could cum, that he could shower this street in all of pent up jizz. Every step caused the spooge inside of him to slosh wonderfully. Every footfall sent another orgasmic wave of bliss through every inch of his body. He felt like he was losing his mind from the never ending onslaught of euphoria.
Somehow he managed to make it to Leo’s cozy little abode. Claves staggered through the large double doors and into the parlor. On the other side of the room sat Leo, contentedly reading the paper as he sat in the worn, old recliner that was his favorite seat in the house. “About time you got home.” He said flatly as he looked up to see the sad state of his lover. “And just what have you gotten yourself into this time?” He asked with a touch of bemused surprise.
“Well come on. Over here where I can look at you.” Leo gestured to the thief without even getting up from his seat. He then set down the paper and folded his hands atop the large blanket that was covering his legs. Claves slowly labored his way across the room until he was in range of the scrying crystal that Leo had pulled out of his vest pocket. “Hmm… Fairly simple enchantment in theory. Used for storage and transport of liquids. Fluids go in, but can’t come out. I have never seen it used on a living being before, though… Huh… Whoever did this is far above my skill level. I don’t think I can even undo this enchantment.” Leo mused as he ran a diagnostic on his inflated boyfriend. “The best we can hope for is that I can track down whoever did this and get him to reverse it.”
Claves actually managed to chuckle between his labored gasps. “Way ahead of you.” He said breathlessly as he pulled a glowing sapphire pendant out of his small satchel he kept slung over his shoulder.
“That’s an Arcanum Key.” Leo said in awe as he stared at the ensorcelled bauble.
“Yep. Timmy won’t be able to go home or even be allowed to carry out Arcanum business without his ID.” Claves explained with a strained grin. “If my memory is correct these babies have a beacon charm on it. Don’t worry about him. He’ll come to us.”
“Interesting… I’m not so sure if this counts as a victory for you, but it does leave us with a unique opportunity.” Leo said thoughtfully as he stared off in to the distance. Claves tilted his head quizzically as he waited for his lover to continue.
“You see…” Leo said as he slowly got up from his chair. His blanket fell free revealing his already fully boned cock and absolutely colossal nuts. “I’ve been keeping myself primed all day as I awaited your inevitable return.” Leo explained with a sheepish grin. “Want to see how much bigger we can get you?” |
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Lan was spending his afternoon the same way he always did, seated on the couch in the front room watching TV. He was pretty bored today, though. He hadn’t had any baddies to bust lately. He was pretty much only called in on extreme circumstances nowadays. His bosses had decided to take him off of patrol due to his… condition.
Lan didn’t see his current state as a disability. He could get around well enough; he just took up a lot more space and moved a bit slower than he used to. The real reason the bigwigs had decided to take him off active duty was because it was a distraction to everyone when he went out in public.
It had already been almost seven months since an altercation with his super-scientist wife had left him large all over. In an effort to teach Lan a thing or two about respecting women, Mayl had doses Lan with twelve doses of highly unstable pregnancy boosting serum. The end result was the Lan was now in for the largest and longest pregnancy in human history.
He didn’t particularly mind, though. He was dead sexy now. He had always thought he was pretty good looking, but before he was a wiry little guy. Now he was absolutely massive. Unfortunately, the changes to his body had slowed down substantially after the first evening. Since then he has only had very minor growth all around; like an inch or two to his dick every week or so, his nuts would get ever so slightly larger and fuller every day, a few inches would add to his waistline ever week, his boobs would go up by roughly a cup size every few weeks… although he was far beyond normal cup sizes at this point, and of course his massive belly steadily inflated, almost imperceptibly every day,
His wife had been taking daily measurements of his progress during the course of his pregnancy. She referred to it as “biometrics” but Lan didn’t care about the fancy terms. All he cared about was finding out how huge he was. This morning she had measured his belly and announced it to have a circumference of roughly 114 inches. Lan didn’t really have much frame of reference for just how big that was, but he figured he could probably fit a smart car in there at this point. He could barely see over his belly when he was standing up, and it stuck out four feet or so in front of him. His cock had measured in at a few inches over eight feet which made Lan really proud. His dick was bigger than anyone he knew.
He just wished Mayl would make charts of his other growths, too. His glorious ass was so large that it spilled over the sides of the couch he was sitting on. This is the same couch that before his changes he used to sleep on all the time. He could lie across it and have plenty of room to spread out. He thought back about that proudly. His ass was now bigger across than he used to be tall. The last conservative estimate he had for the wingspan of his cheeks was eight feet across. His massive ass was so huge that it would even drag along the ground behind him, but that is not to say his buns were flabby; quite the opposite in fact. His massive mounds were always firm and supple. They looked like any normal amazing bubble butt, except impossibly huge.
His balls had grown right alongside his cock. They were now so large that they resembled beanbags chairs, and not those kiddie playroom little beanbag chairs. No, we’re talking about the ultra massive, trendy loft furniture style beanbag chairs that are large enough to comfortably seat two adults. Not only were his nuts huge, but they were also always producing vast amounts of hot spunk. It had gotten to the point where Lan pretty much had to get off every other hour or he really started to feel pent up.
His rack was another point of pride for him. His immense tatas were now larger as those exercise balls at the gym, but instead of drooping and sagging, they maintained their hot, shapely form. To make matters even better, they always seemed to be producing lots of milk. Lan had had a problem with his nips leaking all the time until Yai had installed a milking system in his house. He had thought it was a surprisingly nice gesture at the time, but he had soon learned that she was bottling it and selling it as high quality mother’s milk. Lan really didn’t mind, though.
After being hooked to the machines for a bit, the constant stimulation had caused him to generate even more milk. The constant suction had resulted in his areolas becoming large and puffy, and his actual nipples had grown too; they had become much longer and thicker as a result from the constant suction.
Lan yawned and stretched as he stood up. The muscles in his back rippled as he moved. Lan was not fat by any stretch of the imagination, despite how wide and bulky he was. Moving that much mass required a lot of effort, and now all the muscles in his body that weren’t obscured by massively inflated body parts clearly rippled as he moved around. His muscles had become so dense and sinewy that even the tiny muscles that are typically ignored by body builders were very well defined. To put it lightly, he was cut.
Hearing the sounds of the chair creaking as Lan stood up alerted one of the servants. A kindly old gentleman in a black suit quickly appeared beside Lan. “Is everything alright, sir?” He asked inquisitively.
“Yeah. Sure. I just need to stretch my legs… Hey, think you can unplug me?” Lan asked pointing to the suction cups that were attached to his huge, thick nips. His jugs were so huge that there was no way that he would be able to reach the front to undo the cups himself. It was times like these that he was very glad that Yai had sent some of her personal staff to stay at his place to help out while he was dealing with his changes.
“Of course, sir.” The man responded politely as he went to work undoing the pumps. Lan moaned audibly in spite of himself as he felt the suction cups tugging on his nipples before popping off. With the cups off, milk streamed freely from his over-productive breasts; the combination of the trails of milk from his swollen nipples and the pre streaming out of his constantly erect cock made it pretty obvious where Lan had been recently.
Lan strolled out of the front room and down the hall. There had been some minor remodeling done to the house since he had been injected to make it possible for him to get around, but it was still a tight fit. His gigantic jugs and colossal gut brushed against the walls a little, but the real problem was his immense ass. He had to pull his badonk along behind him as he went; the six foot wide hallways were nowhere near big enough for his caboose to go through easily. With some difficulty, Lan managed to turn and enter his wife’s office.
“Oh, honey, I was actually just about to go find you!” Mayl called out as she saw Lan’s bulky frame fill her entryway; the doors in the house had long since been removed to create much more room for Lan to maneuver. “Hub’s been getting a little fussy, and I thought that maybe you’d like to feed him?”
“Of course! Let him drink right from the tap if he wants to.” Lan said enthusiastically as he put his hands on his waist and stuck out his hips dramatically. This pose caused his massive, rock hard cock to slam into his wife’s desk which was on the other side of the room.
Mayl smiled at Lan as she picked up their five month old son from the small crib she had set up next to her desk. Hub had a small amount of brown hair like both of his parents, but it was already showing signs of being wild and unruly like his dear old dad’s. She held the baby up to one of Lan’s massive breasts and let it suck on the teat. Lan’s nipple was so large that the baby boy could barely get his mouth around it, but he latched on anyway and suckled happily. Lan moaned softly as his son drank. The pleasant sensation seemed to cause his body to ramp up production. A noticeable pool was forming under him as the streams from his exposed breast and massive cock became larger.
“I’m still not sure which of you enjoys that more.” Mayl commented with a grin as she pulled the baby back.
“I don’t see how he could enjoy it more than I do.” Lan replied as he held out his arms to indicate that he wanted to hold the boy for a bit. Mayl handed over Hub to Lan who then lifted the child above him; this was the only way that Lan could even hold the kid since he had to raise his arms above his enhanced bosom in order to be able to bring his hands together. Little Hub squealed happily as he looked down into his father’s smiling face.
Lan continued to play with his son like this for awhile, but Hub was quickly showing signs of being sleepy. Lan wasn’t surprised given how much the little tot had just drank. He handed the sleepy babe back to his wife with a contented sigh. Mayl then turned and put the child back in its crib and pulled a blanket over its shoulders.
Lan looked happily down at the crib and rubbed his belly thoughtfully. “Little guy doesn’t even know about all the brothers and sisters that he has coming.” Lan remarked as he smiled broadly. “I wonder how long it will be until I feel them moving?”
“Well… given your current readings, I’d say you are still only in your first trimester. You’ve got a long way to go before you get to the point where they are kicking.” Mayl responded seriously as she looked over her charts.
“Give it to me straight, doc. How much longer do I have?” Lan asked with overly dramatic faux concern.
“Well, given the rate of growth and the state of your body… I expect the whole process to take a little over three years. You have probably thirty months of this left to deal with.”
“Oh.” Lan responded flatly, trying to hide any sound of joy in his voice. He was excited to hear that he had a long, long time left to enjoy his new body. “I think I need to clear my head for a bit. I’ll be back later.”
“Sure. Just stay nearby, ok? Everyone around here is used to seeing you already.” Mayl replied as she sat back down at her desk to work.
Lan nodded and went back to the front room to pick up his gear and his badge. He checked to see if he had any messages, and was not at all surprised to see that no one had tried to contact him lately. The one thing that bugged him about his current state is that he was stuck at home a lot of the time. He really missed the days of running around and saving the day. It seems like there was always at least some minor problem that needed fixing; some lady’s dishwasher had gotten a virus and was launching projectile plates, or some guy’s heater had gone berserk and turned his house into a sweltering dessert.
Lan clipped his PET to his wrist and slipped his official netbattler badge around his neck just in case. He was glad that his wrists hadn’t swollen like many of his other parts had. It would be very difficult for him to get a hold of special sizes of straps for his PET to accommodate his growths. As he turned to head out the front door, two of the servants who were on loan from Yai appeared to open the extra wide double doors for Lan. He thanked the both as he stepped out into the sunlight.
Lan was so glad to be back out in the natural light and the fresh air. He had been cooped up for way too long. There were only so many hours a day that a guy could spend watching TV or playing video games before he felt like punching someone.
Lan strolled down the open roads. It was pretty deserted around there. At this time of day, kids were in school and adults were at work. A pair of young mothers jogged by while pushing a pair of strollers. They both waved at Lan warmly. Neither of them seemed to care about how huge Lan was or that he was absolutely, 100% nude. The city had always had a fairly lax dress code, and it was all but accepted by everyone that there was just no way that Lan’s bulk would be able to fit into anything even vaguely resembling a modest piece of clothing.
Lan returned the friendly wave. Seeing that he was in good spirits, the two women changed course and jogged over to him. “Wow. Looking good, Lan!” The first girl said. She was taller than her friend, and had long reddish hair. Her baby was noticeably smaller than her friend’s, and she still had a little residual pudge from her own pregnancy
“Wow. You’re so big already. I bet you’re about ready to pop. When’s the due date?” The smaller, leaner, lady with short blonde hair chimed in.
“Oh. I have a long way to go, yet. Conservative estimate is three more years.” Lan replied happily as he rubbed his enlarged belly.
Both ladies’ jaws hung open. “No way.” The blonde gasped in shock.
“You’re taking this amazingly well.” The auburn lady remarked. “When I was about six months along I was about ready to choke my husband for putting me through that.”
“Hehe. Well it helps that my wife is very helpful and sensitive. That’s much more than I could say about myself when the situation was reversed.” Lan replied with a chuckle.
“Well, you two are very lucky to have each other.” The blonde commented. “Now, come on. We have to finish our run.”
“Oh, all right…” The auburn begrudgingly replied. “See you around, Lan. Try not to be such a stranger.” She called out as she turned and jogged off to catch up with her friend.
Lan waved at them as the continued their run, and then went back to his journey. He thought back over what they said as he happily rubbed his gut. They were right. He did need to get out more, and he was very lucky, indeed.
He continued his journey through suburbia in relative peace. He encountered a few other scattered citizens, most of who cordially waved as passed by. The time out of the house was really doing his mental state a world of good, but he could already feel the itch for action welling up. It was just too quiet here. He wanted to be where the people are.
Lan made his way onto the main road. He was getting outside of his normal haunt now, and not as many people were familiar with seeing him. He noticed a few cars swerve awkwardly as their drivers’ caught sight of his glorious visage. He grinned a bit to himself upon seeing this. He just loved seeing people’s reactions when they first saw him.
Lan finally made his way to the local strip mall. It wasn’t particularly busy, but there was the little burger shanty that he loved so very, very much. It was still fairly early in the afternoon, and the lunch rush was just starting to die down. He walked around to the front of the restaurant where the plus size double doors were and pushed his way through. His dynamic entrance started out well enough; he pressed one hand against each door, and started to walk through it in his best impression of Aragorn. The whole scene would have been far more dramatic had his massive tits, enormous gut, and battering ram of a cock not mashed against the door long before he could get close enough to place his hands against them. His plus size frontal protrusions pretty much had the way open for him long before he even laid a finger on the doors. His mashed up mammaries left large blotches of milk on the clear glass panes. Then as he made it almost entirely through the door his incredibly wide buttocks proved to be far too big for the entryway. He had to shift and shimmy his way through as the metal frame creaked loudly in protest.
All eyes were on him by the time he got into the lobby. Even if he hadn’t made such a scene entering, it wouldn’t have been long before people had started to notice his enormous form. The two college aged guys working the registers just stared at him completely dumbfounded. They were both embroiled in an internal struggle over whether or not they wanted to admit that they found him extremely hot. On one hand, this guy had hands down the most amazing rack either of them had ever seen, but on the other hand, his cock completely dwarfed their respective bodies.
The looks of awe and sheer amazement and even a little bit of pure, unbridled lust from the two guys were getting Lan a little hot under the proverbial collar. The huge spongy tip of his cock was beginning to flare up as he fought back his arousal. Recently, it seemed to take less and less to get Lan worked up, and it had already been a few hours since he last emptied his enormous nuts; his breasts weren’t the only enlarged part of his body that seemed to be generating insane amounts of fluid. Lan had been needing to get off several times a day lately to keep ahead of his balls’ insane production of cum. Yai had arranged for a special apparatus to help Lan drain the absurd amounts of spunk that he could generate. He didn’t know what she did with all the spooge that was harvested, and he was perfectly fine with never finding out.
“Oh, hey Lan!” Came a voice from beside him. Lan looked over and saw a large man dressed in similar clothing to the two dudes behind the counter. Lan had been a regular here for ages, but even if he wasn’t on first name with all the shift leaders and managers here, he would have recognized his old friend and current burger shop manager instantly.
“Oh, hi Dex.” Lan greeted him warmly. Dex was Lan’s age, but not many people knew it by looking at them. Dex had begun balding by the time he was twelve, and now he didn’t have a single hair on his head. What he lacked in hair he made up for in mass, though. Dex had always been the biggest kid in class and even before he started working out he had a fair amount of muscle to him. Dex loved being the biggest guy around and had loving crafted his massive muscles for years. Dex still had Lan beat for height, but ever since Lan started having his changes, Lan had him beat for size everywhere else.
“So, what’ll it be, buddy?” Dex asked.
“I’m kinda hungry so I think I’ll start with twelve number ones.” Lan replied while rubbing his huge belly.
“Small order today, huh. Tell you what. I’ll add an extra to make it a baker’s dozen, on the house.” Dex replied with a cheesy thumbs up. “So this will be to go, right?”
“Nah. Here is fine.” Lan responded casually.
“Huh. Really? I thought for sure you were on your way to the dam.” Dex responded. A bit of surprise was clearly audible in his voice.
“Why would I be headed to the dam?” Lan asked curiously.
“Have you been living under a rock lately? There’s been a major virus outbreak there. All the netbattlers in the city have been called in to try and stop it.”
“Whaaat!?” Lan gasped in shock as he looked down at his PET strapped to his wrist. He didn’t have a single message about any major outbreaks. “Megaman! Have you heard anything about this?”
“Eheh… Sorry, Lan, but I was under orders to keep you out of the loop. You know how Mr. Famous hates it when you go all vigilante.” Megaman replied sheepishly.
“Go all vigilante? I AM a vigilante! I have a membership card and everything! If what Dex says is true they need me out there! How could you keep this from me!?” Lan shouted into his wristband.
“Calm, down, Lan. I told you, I was under orders.” Megaman pleaded.
“Since when do we listen to order?” Lan scoffed.
“Well… rarely, I’ll give you that, but look at you. How can you go out in public like that?” Megaman continued; the face on the digital hologram was turning redder as he spoke.
“So that’s what this is about? You’re embarrassed to be seen with me?” Lan replied. Megaman was shocked that Lan didn’t seem to be upset. If anything Lan looked like he was thinking of something extremely funny.
“You know… Dad has been working on some new mods for you. I should install some of them.” Lan continued; a mischievous grin spread across his face as he did so. “We were discussing matters. We haven’t had to synchro in a while, but if we did, our vastly different bodies could be a problem. The reason we were always able to synch up so well is because we were twins…. Identical twins.”
Megaman could feel the pit in his stomach getting ever larger as he listened to what Lan was insinuating. “Oh, please no…”
“You don’t want to? Don’t be that way. I just know you’ll love it… but you know what? You probably just can’t see very well from down there. Maybe if you had a better view you’d change your mind.” Lan’s grin spread wider and became more malicious as he spoke. Megaman could feel a sense of dread welling up inside. He knew Lan well enough to know that his operator would never do anything to hurt him, but Lan was not above pranks.
Everything went red for a second, and when Megaman looked back up at the screen, he saw that his angle had changed. He was now looking down on Lan from a good distance. He figured it out pretty easily what had happened. Lan must have used his infrared to jack into the large screen above the counter that displayed all the prices and specials. One of the perks of being a high ranked netbattler was that Lan was given the ability and the clearance to use any screen he could jack into as a view port when the situation arose.
Lan watched the confused Megaman appear on the big screen. Lan had made sure that Megaman would be completely visible from head to toe on the screen, and thanks to the sheer size of the monitor, Megaman appeared to be almost as tall as Lan. Anyone in the shop could get a good look at him, and due to the commotion and Lan’s lewd form, everybody was engrossed in the scene playing out before them.
“Are you sure you don’t want some of this?” Lan asked playfully as he massaged his massive breasts, causing milk to squirt out. Megaman tried not to look at his operator, but it was proving to be a difficult task. Those tits were simply magnificent… even if hey were attached to his twin brother, and he would kill for a cock like that. His standard issue, skintight plug suit left nothing to the imagination, which would be fine if he actually had anything to show off. Megaman could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He just knew he was blushing hard, and he could tell from the growing grin on Lan’s face that his operator had caught him staring.
“Come on, buddy. It feels really good.” Lan continued to goad Megaman on. His hand moved from his immense boobs to his even more tremendous ass. His fingers seemed to vanish into the supple flesh of his enormous cheeks. Megaman had never thought of himself as much of an ass man, but even he had to admit that those were some amazing buns.
Lan was standing there smirking at Megaman as he rolled a small data chip back and forth across his knuckles. Lan’s always did have seemingly super-human grace and finesse in his hands; it’s part of what made him a pro at hacking and battling, and it seems that his growths had done nothing to dull his manual dexterity. Lan rolled the chip onto his thumb and flipped it like a coin. As it tumbled through the air, Megaman saw a crude caricature of himself with a huge belly. Lan effortlessly snatched the chip out of mid-air with his free hand and slammed the chip into the side socket of his PET.
“No! Don’t!” Megaman cried out, but it was already too late. The chip was inserted, and he could already feel the data being downloaded into his system. The lines and highlights on his suit were already glowing fluorescent blue, and the large symbol on his chest was blazing red. Soon the light spread through his entire body. He could no longer see or hear or feel anything other than the soothing, warm, bright blue light.
The light vanished as quickly as it had spread, and Megaman found himself right back where he started with no noticeable changes to his appearance. He quickly patted himself all over and did a brief inventory of all his parts. When he was satisfied with the results he let out a long, relieved sigh as he leaned against the glass pane. “Whew… haha. You really got me that time, Lan. That was a good one.” Megaman’s laughter became more forced and more nervous sounding as he noticed that Lan wasn’t guffawing like a loon like he normally did when he pranked someone. Instead, he was staring at Megaman with a glimmer of twisted glee in his eye.
Megaman backed away from the window, he was legitimately afraid now. Lan was still acting like he had done something, and this was far longer than Lan usually carried a joke. As Megaman backed away he noticed two wet splotches side by side on the glass pane. They were the perfect height to line up with his chest. Megaman looked down and noticed that indeed, he had two large wet spots forming on his chest, but more importantly, he now had two very small, but very real mosquito bites. Below his marginal boobs, he had the beginnings of a baby bump, and below that he could see a very distinct outline of a respectable cock forming.
Megaman’s digital heart was pounding in his chest. Was this just a temporary joke? Was he going to get as big as Lan? Would he end up completely nude, too? He could already feel the fabric of his digitally rendered latex body suit beginning to stretch to its maximum. Small tears were forming here and there, revealing little strips of milky white skin beneath. He watched his transparent reflection on the glass in awe as the changes started to ramp up. The back of his suit was shredding rapidly as his previously flat ass expanded outward. His rump was getting so comically huge that he was starting to look like Tyler Perry in drag. Small tears formed on the sides of his swelling bust line. He was already better stacked than Roll was showing no signs of slowing down.
He watched in awe as the outline of his cock in the reflection snaked down his left leg. His dick already reached down to his knee and was about as thick as his arm, and he had two huge bowling balls for nuts to go along with it. His tiny baby bump was no longer small. It was now reaching the size of a small beach ball. As his cock finally reached down to his ankle, his failing cyber-suit finally gave up the ghost. His massive cock broke free and instantly flung upwards and outwards, flinging pre as it went. Megaman stared in awe. He had come equipped with a standard penis, but his was purely cosmetic. He had never actually had a boner before, definitely not one of this magnitude. It felt absolutely magical. It was electric and exciting and amazing. It was no wonder that Lan had been doing nightly exercises with his dick since he was twelve. Megaman’s massive nuts also felt heavy and full for the first time in his life. They were so full that it was almost painful, but at the same time, it felt amazing. He could only imagine what it would feel like to cum like a fire hose like he had seen Lan do many times before.
A small crowd of service Navis had appeared around Megaman and were watching intently, and some of the braver ones were even copping a feel here and there. Megaman was feeling extremely uncomfortable having the small army of little creatures that looked kind of like upside down two prong plugs with hands and cute cartoony faces. “Alright! Back it up! Back to work! Nothing to see here!” Barked a gruff voice from behind. Megaman felt a wave of relief wash over him as he recognized the deep, gruff voice of his long time friend and ally.
“Gutsman!” Megaman cried out happily. “Thank you!”
“Don’t mention it. It’s my job to keep these little guys in line, you know.” Replied the large yellow and grey robot-like Net-Navi. Megaman realized that that made sense. If Dex was in charge in making sure the workers in the human world did their jobs, it was only logical that his Navi would be doing the same in the digital world.
Back in the physical realm, Dex was jumping into action making last second preparations for what he could already tell was going to be a mess. “You two! Get mops!” He barked at the two dudes running the register. Dex moved with amazing speed for someone his size as he gestured for people to back up and set up a few yellow wet floor cones. Lan had been getting more and more enrapt as he watched Megaman’s transformations, and his dick was somehow managing to get even harder. Lan’s cock would tense up and lift up a few inches as the tip flared out and stay that way for a few seconds before dipping back down to its normally rigid position. It was clear that it wouldn’t be long before Lan unloaded in the lobby of the little fast food joint.
The front of Megaman’s suit finally gave out as his basketball sized jugs flopped out spraying milk all over as they bounced. He was no longer competing with Roll for rack size; he had long since had her beat. Each enlarged mammary would now be even bigger than her head. Megaman gave a hesitant squeeze to his right tit, causing a spray of milk to shoot out. He moaned softly in spite of himself. He was finding more and more just how amazing it was to be able to feel these parts of his body, and finding that he really was loving these changes that Lan had made. He couldn’t wait to get out there and show the world the new him.
By this time, Megaman had pretty much completely forgotten that he was still playing on the big screen. He was too busy playing with his enormous jugs. He would also rock back and forth from his heels to the balls of his feet and back again, causing his huge dick to grind into the ground. The weight from his enormously inflated gut was providing plenty of downward force so that his cock was really digging in deep against the floor. He could feel a new sensation building up in the base of his cock and balls. There was definitely pressure welling up in his newly enhanced genitalia. He figured he must be about to experience his first ever orgasm. He closed his eyes and continued rubbing himself as he prepared for what came next.
By this time, Megaman was every bit as big all over as Lan was. His massive rack matched Lan’s enormous gozangas tit for tat. His breasts even had the enlarged puffy nipples just like Lan’s did. His humongous round gut protruded out just as far as Lan’s did and was every bit of taut and firm. Of course it goes without saying that Megaman’s cock, balls, and ass were also mirror images of Lan’s. Megaman’s cock was also twitching and flaring up just like Lan’s.
Megaman and Lan experienced intense, simultaneous orgasms that wracked both their respective bodies. Megaman’s massive digital load crashed against the view screen and began pooling around his feet. Lan’s identical load crashed into the front of the check-out counter. Large bursts of jizz splattered against the counter; thick wads of the spunk slowly oozed down and pooled on the tile floor. The floods continued to grow and grow and Lan and Megaman pumped shot after shot of cum out of their respective identical cocks. Lan could already feel the spooge pooling around his toes. The layer of jizz got steadily higher as he came time and time again. By the time he was finally spent, the puddle of combined milky white liquids was up to his ankles. That had to have been one of the very best orgasms of his life.
Having never had one before, Megaman’s was much easier to rank. His first and only orgasm had been far stronger than what pretty much any human could ever dream of. If he had had a real heart it may have burst in his chest right then and there, and he would still felt like everything was alright. As Megaman stood there unsteadily with a goofy grin plastered on his face as a result of his first afterglow, his body began to glow blue once more. When the light faded, his battle suit had regenerated itself… mostly. His new suit was the same colors as his old one, but a very different design. The navy blue latex-like substance covered his entire body except for a few key areas. The rubbery second skin enveloped his nuts, creating a nice, albeit overstuffed, basket for his eggs, but his cock was left to fly free. His enormous belly and gigantic ass were left exposed as well. For the most part, his newly formed digital plug suit molded to the contours of enormous rack, but his huge nipples and surrounding pink, puffy areolas were left completely bare so the constant flow of milk could flow unhindered.
“So does this mean I’m pregnant now too?” Megaman asked as he rubbed his belly.
“What? No! Well… maybe… Ok, probably. I didn’t ask?” Lan replied uncertainly. “But I mean, you and Roll have been together forever. Isn’t it about time you thought about settling down and starting a family?”
“Well, there’s no rush, though, right? I mean I’ve still got three years.” Megaman replied proudly.
“Damn right! Now let’s bust some viruses!” Lan shot back enthusiastically as he shot a choose thumbs up at the big screen.
“You bet!” Megaman replied with an equally cheesy thumbs up.
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f487ce3960189b78918da7991c10aa74a9fc8922046c0ebdb978772c61734bbb | 9,604 | 1 | Chapter 1 - Chapter 1 |
Alan was as perfectly average as they come. He had perfectly average short brown hair which nicely complimented his equally average brown eyes. How skin was lightly tanned, which was average for someone his age. His height and build could only rightly be described as average. He was even average downstairs; his perfectly average dick was five and a half inches long; which as it turns out, is spot on with the national average.
Even his life was average. He got decent enough grades in high school which got him into a decent enough college. Now that he was well into his second year in college he was doing well enough there, too. He was holding down Bs and Cs in all his classes; which as he had been told by is friends and classmates, was pretty much average.
On an average Friday or Saturday night he would be down with some of his buds at one of the frat houses near campus getting completely blootered. He typically held his liquor well enough, but last night was the first time he had ever been full on, black out drunk. Incidentally, last night was also the first time he was legally able to purchase his own alcohol. Yesterday had been Alan’s twenty-first birthday, and like you’re average college guy, he had spent it making a whirlwind tour of all the bars on and off campus with his buds. He could only really remember the first bar; it got to be a haze after that.
Alan groaned loudly as he stirred awake. His brain felt like someone had stuck it in a blender and then poured the sloppy pink slurry into a waffle iron and burnt it. His eyes hurt so bad that even the light against his eyelids seared his retinas. The normally soft ticking of his dorm room ceiling fan as it swung back and forth sounded like someone was firing a magnum off right next to his ear. Alan could proudly claim to have officially had his first hangover, and he had to admit, it was just as shitty as he was lead to believe.
He reached one hand blindly to his night stand and began fumbling around for something to drink; his throat was dry, and his mouth tasted sour and sickly. His fingers bumped painfully loudly against various empty beer bottles before settling on some unknown solid object. He ran his fingers along it and managed to deduce its approximate shape. It certainly felt like a bottle, and it was heavy, which meant that it was probably full. Alan wrapped his hand around the object and tried to pull the cap off with the other hand. Try as he might he couldn’t find any lid to pull off. He begrudgingly opened his eyes to try and see what he was doing. The extra light burned about as much as he expected, but he was surprised to see what it was he was actually holding.
The object was not a bottle at all. In fact, it appeared to be a small stone statue. It appeared to be very old and worn, but the features on the grey figure were fairly unmistakable. Somehow in his drunken revelry he had managed to find an ancient cock statue. He hoped that while he was out painting the town last night that he didn’t steal it from some museum or curio shop, or worse yet, actually spend money on such a piece of junk. He chucked it haphazardly over his shoulder and reached for a half empty bottle of water instead; he really was not in the mood to survey the intricacies of some ancient dildo. The statue bounced once on his mattress and then rolled off the side, lodging tightly between the side of the mattress and the wall.
Now that he had a drink, it was time to find something to take for his headache. He staggered over to the little sink on the far side of the room. He was in the cheapest dorm on campus, and the rooms were little better than prison cells. Prison cells might even be better, he thought wryly. His bed felt like a stone slab; he couldn’t imagine prison beds being any worse, and at least in prison he had a toilet in his room instead of having to use the communal restroom down the hall.
Alan pulled open the combination mirror/medicine cabinet that hung over the sink and grabbed a bottle of aspirin. He poured an indeterminate number of pills into his hand; it was definitely more than the recommended dosage, but he needed some serious relief from his pain. He tossed the whole handful of pills into his mouth and washed it all down with every last drop of water that remained in the bottle.
As he strolled back to his bed he reached a hand down the front of his pants and mindlessly adjusted himself. The front of his boxers seemed a little more snug than he was used to this morning. It wasn’t enough to bother him, though; he just pulled his respectable dick to one side and faceplanted back into his pillow. He was out cold the second he hit the mattress.
He awoke again a few hours later. His headache had all but faded, but now he had to piss like a race horse. Alan didn’t even bother getting dressed; plenty of other students liked to roam the dorm completely naked, and so being clad in just boxers was hardly going to cause any issues. As he stumbled down the hallway, he passed one the guys on the level that never seemed to be clothed. Ever. John was a pretty typical jock, but a nice enough guy. John’s blond hair was buzzed short. John said he did that because it felt more comfortable when he had his football helmet on. Alan thought it was kind of a shame, though. John looked a whole lot cuter when he had the long, shaggy, surfer bro haircut going at the beginning of the year. Alan secretly liked that he was able to get a free shot of that hot jock muscle and sexy dick on a regular basis. John’s cock wasn’t particularly large, but it was a bit above average and plenty thick.
Alan could feel the front of his pants getting tighter as his own cock started to stir to life. He was pretty sure everyone on the floor knew he was gay by now, but he still didn’t want to be caught popping a boner in the middle of the hallway. For starters, it just wasn’t polite, and there was always the risk that the other guys would be weirded out and actually start wearing clothes when Alan was around.
Alan slipped into the restroom and made a beeline for one of the open urinals. There were plenty open, but only one that fit the criteria for basic urinal etiquette as dictated by the bro code. He let out an audible sigh of relief as his sizeable salami log flopped free. Alan didn’t think anything of it as he wrapped both hands around the shaft to aim it while he relieved himself. He closed his eyes and quietly hummed some annoying pop song that had been stuck in his head all morning as he went about his business. He didn’t even notice the large frame occupy the urinal right next to him. Now that his headache was pretty much completely gone he was feeling pretty good about the day. Once he finished up, he shook his large floppy dick a few times to take care of any residual liquid. He was just about to slip it back in his pants when he was startled by a deep voice booming beside him, “Woah! That’s huge!”
Alan jumped and turned to look at who had been watching him, and was surprised to see John standing right next to him. This was the first time that Alan had ever been so close to the hulking wall of muscle, and it was more than a little disconcerting. At well over six feet tall, John was one of the biggest people on campus. There were one or two basketball players that could top John’s 6’8” height, but none of them could rival his sheer muscled mass. The hulking freshman had almost a full foot of height on Alan.
Alan certainly didn’t feel huge. If anything he felt tiny and insignificant next to what he assumed to be around three hundred pounds of solid muscle. He looked up and up until he finally was looking John in the eyes. Alan was surprised to see the gigantic jock was still staring straight as his exposed cock; Alan had forgotten to put it back in its pouch when he had been startled by the booming voice. “Look who’s talking.” Alan replied while rolling his eyes.
“No. I mean it, man. You’ve got a great dick.” John responded, looking a little embarrassed and somewhat sheepish.
“I’m perfectly average in every way. I’m like a frickin underachieving Mary Poppins.” Alan replied flatly as he turned to go wash his hands.
“That’s certainly not average.” The huge, muscled dude continued as he followed Alan. “Hey, uh… So, I know you’re gay, but have you ever… you know. Done oral?”
Alan spun around and glared right into John’s clear blue eyes. “Yes. I’m gay, but don’t think for a minute that I’m just going to go down and the first hot guy who flaunts his dick in my face. If you want to get your rocks off go flag down one of those floozies who hang out around the locker rooms looking for a quick score.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” John sputtered; his cheeks were turning slightly pink. “It’s just. I mean… I was actually asking… Would you let me? I mean… can I… um… blow you?” To Alan’s surprise, the hulking jock was grinning bashfully. The rookie of the year fully intended to go down on him. He could already feel his hefty dick struggling to burst free of the plaid boxers which were quickly becoming much too small to hold it all in.
“Here?” Alan yelped in surprise.
“Maybe someplace a little more private?” John responded with a sheepish grin. Alan was surprised that someone so huge and hot could be such an awkward goof. It seemed like the more nervous John got, the more of his southern drawl would slip out.
“You don’t have a roommate, right? How about your place?” Alan said while a nervous smile played at the corner of his mouth. He had had John pegged as a typical jock, but now that he was actually taking the time to speak to him for more than just the typical “’sup” he was finding the giant blond to be quite sweet, and John’s good ol’ boy southern charm was something that Alan was going to have to be careful not to fall for.
“Right! … um. Lead the way.” John replied; his face was completely red. A quick look down south revealed why. John’s respectable six inches were fully rigid.
Alan and John made their way down the hallway back to John’s dorm room. The hulking youth stayed awkwardly close to Alan the entire time; John was using Alan to cover his hard-on. John was following so close behind, in fact, that his cock would occasionally bump into Alan’s back. John was so much taller than Alan that when his dick hit, it hit dead center on the brown haired dude’s back.
Alan stepped aside to allow John to unlock the door, but John just turned the knob and the door flung open with ease. Alan rolled his eyes. It would make sense that his door would be unlocked. It’s not like he had any place to put the key.
“You can sit on the bed if you want.” John said, gesturing towards the bed at the far side of the room.
Alan was surprised how neat the room was. He had expected a college football player’s bedroom to look like the site of a constant party; bear bottles everywhere, underwear hanging from all the furniture, a broken light here or there. In other words, he had expected John’s room to look a lot like his. He was also surprised by the number of books stacked neatly on shelves and the substantial movie library that lined the rest of the shelves.
Alan stood at the foot of the bed and put his thumbs in his waistband. He was ready to drop his drawers right then and there, but John stopped him. “Wait… Can I?” Alan nodded and grinned in response. This lumbering jock was constantly surprising him with just how cute and innocent he could be.
John got down on his knees and placed his hands on either side of Alan’s hips and slowly pulled the boxers down. He gasped in awe as Alan’s well above average boner sprung free. Alan gasped as well, but for much different reasons. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He was currently sporting the biggest dick he had ever seen and had no idea how or why. He wasn’t going to argue with it, though. His miraculous growth spurt downstairs had just gotten him into bed with the school’s up and coming star athlete.
Alan sat down on the edge of the bed and moaned as he felt John’s lips wrap around his dick. While it wasn’t the best blowjob he had ever received, John was certainly the hottest guy Alan had ever hooked up with, and the hulking blond’s enthusiasm more than made up for his lack of experience. John’s mouth slid up and down Alan’s shaft as he continued to suck and run his tongue along Alan’s dick. John was trying to take more and more of Alan’s cock in his mouth with each pass, but he gagged a bit as Alan’s huge cock poked down his throat.
“Sorry.” John said sheepishly and then returned to his sucking.
“Don’t be. You’ll get the hang of it. You just need to do it more.” Alan replied with a reassuring grin.
John lifted off of Alan’s cock and beamed with joy. “Does that mean we can do this some more?” He asked. His eyes seemed to twinkle with anticipation.
“Sure. Whenever you want.” Alan replied, giving John a sexy wink. His voice was a little unsteady since he was so close to blowing his load. John’s face lit up like the fourth of July. Alan had never seen anyone so excited at the thought of sucking him off. Hell, he’d never seen someone so happy to get the chance to hang around him at all. John’s prize winning smile melted Alan’s heart and broke his resolve. Alan let out a long low moan of bliss as he creamed all over John’s smiling face.
Both guys were surprised by the volume. Alan’s large nuts seemed to seize upwards and unload, then refill and unload again. Jet after jet of warm spunk splashed against the jock’s face and splattered into his hair.
“Shit. I’m sorry, man.” Alan managed to say between gasps for air. He felt terrible for cumming all over John like that.
“Don’t be.” John replied with a huge smile. “But next time, try to actually get some in my mouth.” John shot Alan a sexy wink as he wiped off clumps of jizz with two fingers and then sucked the spunk off.
Alan was rock hard all over again after seeing such an incredibly lewd and amazing sexy act. John noticed his still rock hard dick and looked nervous all over again. “Um… So… have you ever tried… You know… Anal?”
Alan grinned happily at John. “Man, after that blowjob you deserve it.” Alan flopped back in the bed and lifted his legs for John.
John silently mouthed “Wow.” as he stared at Alan’s cute butt. Alan may not have had much muscle definition, but he was by no means fat. To top it all off, he had a naturally round and full bubble butt that just served to make his ass look huge and sexy. “Thanks, but… I meant for me…”
Alan sat back and looked at John in shock. “What? But man. You said it yourself. I’m huge. This isn’t exactly something you take on your first try.”
“It’s not exactly my first try…” John responded; his face turning more and more red by the second. “But I really want to do it with you… so please?”
Alan could not say no to those soulful blue puppy eyes. “Ok. Fine, but have you got any lube?” Alan sighed in defeat.
John perked up and smiled even wider than before. “I sure do! It’s right there in the top drawer.” John nodded to the little desk which was set up right next to the bed. Alan reached over and pulled open the drawer. Sure enough there was a bottle of lube in there and an impressive looking dildo. Alan pulled both the bottle and the toy of the drawer and playfully lined up his dick with the black, rubber faux cock. The King Dong XXL had him beat, but not by much. He had seen this model at the sex shops before. It was supposed to be fourteen inches long, and since Alan almost rivaled it, his dick had to be over a foot long. “This should be a cakewalk for you.” He teased as he rolled his eyes jokingly.
John jumped onto the bed like an excited puppy and lifted his legs for Alan. “Roll over, man. Let me get you warmed up properly.” Alan said with a playful smirk. John wanted to get right to the reaming, but he was curious about what Alan meant. John nodded and rolled over so Alan could work.
Alan took one huge, muscled cheek in each hand and began kneading. He had checked out John’s amazing ass on numerous occasions throughout the semester, but never once imagined that he would be able to get so up close and personal with it. He spread the glorious mounds wide and buried his face between them and began kissing and licking anywhere his lips and tongue could reach. As Alan flicked his tongue against the jock’s eagerly twitching hole, the muscled blond tensed up and let out a high pitched half gasp half moan sound that could only rightly be described as a squeak.
Alan slowly shook his head as he chuckled silently to himself. The blond dude seemed more and more adorable by the second. It was a shame they couldn’t actually be boyfriends. There is no way that this jock would ever commit social suicide and actually come out. Alan just had to live with being fuck buddies for now. He was sure he could live with that arrangement.
Alan poured the lube liberally across his gigantic cock and slowly guided the tip in towards John’s waiting ass. His dick slid in surprisingly easily, but then again, John did have some practice in this regard. Alan was amazing at just how great John’s ass felt. Alan was usually on the one taking and not the one giving, but the star wide receiver was living up to his title. Alan could feel the stud’s insides wrap around his dick as he continued to thrust in and out. With each thrust, John moaned loudly and breathlessly.
“These are thin walls, dude. People will hear you.” Alan whispered sharply.
“Let them hear!” John screamed between gasps. “I’m being fucked by the biggest dick in school! I’m being ridden hard and loving every second of it!” John’s deep voice boomed. The walls seemed to rattle with the force of his outburst. There was probably no chance that anyone on their level would think John was straight after this.
John’s coming out shriek had been one of the hottest things Alan had ever witnessed. John’s declaration had been emphasized by him completely taking control. Alan was no longer setting the pace; John was now rocking back and forth as he greedily rode Alan’s massive schlong. Alan didn’t last much longer after that. Within moments he was blowing yet another load; this one deep inside John’s huge, muscular ass.
John could feel an impressive amount of spooge pumping into him. The volume of cum was so much that he even began to feel a little bloated and cramped, but it was a mild discomfort compared to how amazing he felt all over. His ass had been torn up and now ached with a dull, pleasant pain. He felt so full and fulfilled that he was a little sad when he felt Alan’s now soft cock slide out of him.
Alan pulled his huge dick out of John and hopped up on the bed next to the massive athlete. Even on a king size bed, there was barely enough room for the two of them. As Alan lay back e felt something hard under him. He reached back and realized he had lain down on the fabled King Dong XXL. He chucked a bit to himself as he noticed how strangely small it looked next to his own massive, soft dick. He absentmindedly dropped the outdated sex toy off the side of the bed and sidled up against John. To Alan’s amazement and excitement, John wrapped both beefy arms around him and pulled him in tight. Alan quickly dozed off, surrounded by pillows and muscles.
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f487ce3960189b78918da7991c10aa74a9fc8922046c0ebdb978772c61734bbb | 9,957 | 0 | Chapter 0 - Trial by Fire |
The entire campus was abuzz with the rumors of a new student. For most normal schools, a new student would be nothing to write home about, but this was Vanda Academy, the most prestigious and powerful institute of arcane learning in all of the realms. Students didn’t just enroll here; they were groomed to go here. Much of the student body consisted of legacies and prodigies. If someone wasn’t from a prestigious family, they had to be hand selected from a young age and groomed to be a worthy candidate for admission.
That said, there were very rare occasions where amazingly talented individuals were discovered and brought into the academy. “Diamonds in the rough” some called them, people with skills and talents so powerful and rare that the only reason they hadn’t been discovered sooner was because they lived in remote or downtrodden regions of the world, but this new student was something else entirely. He had enrolled himself, and not just that, he had applied for the Trial of Veneration. Much of the current student body had never even heard of such a thing. No one had applied for such a trial in decades, and even then no one had succeeded in being accepted in far longer.
Even those who did not care about some new face around campus certainly cared about a day out of classes. The whole event was turning into quite a spectacle. Friends and classmates talked of nothing but the upcoming trial, and many were already hedging bets for or against the success of the newcomer. The vast majority of wagers were in favor of the wildly powerful and brutally efficient feline sorcerer from the southern deserts. He had a name, but so few people used it that it had become all but forgotten. As far as anyone was concerned “Hellcat” was his official title. Hellcat was a prodigy even among the new class of pyromancers. What he lacked in control he made up for in raw power. A basic firebolt spell from him would result in a pyroclasm that could scorch a field. Most people figured that the new guy thought he would have an easy admittance exam since he had to square off against a first year, but the academy had seen fit to pair him against one of he most devastating fire mages of their time.
Kagerou struggled to force his way to the front of the crowd. He had always been a little on the short side and a lot of skinny side. Even among the various dark coven neophytes and sorcerer’s apprentices that comprised the student body of a wizard academy where gaunt and gangly was considered the norm, Kagerou was a shrimp… maybe bug would be a more accurate description. His large, red tinted shades gave his face a vaguely insect-like appearance, and his thick, wild, pale greenish silver hair had much the same color and sheen to it as the carapace of certain breeds of dragonfly.
He finally managed to force his way to the front and lean over the ornate stone railing. He could see Hellcat on one side of the arena easily enough. The tall feline looking youth was easily recognizable in his gaudy orange robes that seemed to work well with his jet black fur and yellow eyes. His tall Lynx-like ears were adorned with various earrings and charms, many of which served as talismans and foci for his various incantations.
On the other side of the field was human boy who appeared a year or so older than Kagerou himself, but the boy was far taller. The new guy seemed to have just about everything going for him. He was tall, athletic, good looking… amazingly good looking at that. Kagerou felt his heart thump harder in his chest as he got a better look at the guy’s face. His long, auburn bangs were pulled and held off to the sides with various colors of ceremonial clips and cords, which just served to frame his handsome face even better, and under his left eye he had a tribal tattoo comprised of two small, white parallel, horizontal lines. The guy had easily the most brilliant green eyes Kagerou had ever seen. The stark contrast between the boy’s deep olive skin and radiant green eyes made his eyes seem to gleam like a pair of shining emeralds.
His clothes seemed remarkably out of place. He wore pretty standard looking black jeans, red canvas shoes, and wore a red t-shirt with a black and red jacket over top. If he had been in any one of the metropolitan city-states where science and reason ruled, he would have appeared right at home, but here in the lands of sorcery, he looked like a stranger in a strange land.
One of the various professors took the stage. He was an old, wizened, kindly looking mage with long, grey hair and an equally long, grey beard and green robes. He was easily forgettable in a campus filled with old, grey wizards, and was promptly ignored by just about everyone in the audience.
“Today marks the first Trial of Veneration this academy has seen in forty-seven years.” The old sorcerer droned on. “As per the old ways, this youth, must best a student of our choosing from the beginning year class in single combat. Once the match has started, all safeguards and mana-dampeners employed on these grounds will be disabled. Each side must hold nothing back, for indeed, the other will do the same.” Many students had trouble following the man’s dry and convoluted speech pattern, but the gist was simple enough. They were about to see a full on throwdown between two supposedly powerful young magi.
The old wizard finally finished his rundown of rules and regulations and extended an arm towards the tall black humanoid cat. “Representing our academy is D’Jorno, Class A fire mage, and apprentice to Magister Steele.” At this much of the student body began stamping their feet rhythmically and chanting “Hellcat! Hellcat!” Once the din had died down to a suitable level, the old wizard extended an arm towards the newcomer. “And taking the entry trial is Masurao Aldehyde.” The crowd went dead silent as the new comer was introduced. Most students were trying to give him the impression that he was unwelcome, but Kagerou was actually fascinated by the new guy. His given name sounded like it was from his home country, but his surname was something out of the Germanic settlements. Intermingling between the two races was something that almost never happened.
The old wizard bowed to both combatants and slowly made his way back to main gate. Kagerou leaned in closer over the railing to get a better view of the action. He was so far over that he was had almost all of his weight balanced on the railing and next to no pressure on his toes. The auburn haired boy in the arena’s gaze canvassed the crowd and came to a stop directly on Kagerou. Kagerou felt his heart stop from the intensity of the gaze. His hands trembled a bit, causing him to lose his balance. He fell backwards, into the crowd. In an astounding stroke of luck, his fall was timed perfectly so that he both escaped the activation of the force field and avoided looking like a total dweeb. Immediately after his butt collided painfully with the cold, stone floor, a couple hands from the older students reached down to pick him up.
“You doin’ alright? I got caught in the field my first time, too. Hurts like a bitch, donnit?” One upperclassman replied with a reassuring grin. He gave Kagerou a quick pat on the back and turned his attention back to the field. The activation of the barrier signaled the beginning of the bout; it was designed not just to keep people from entering the arena, though. It was also designed to protect the spectators from the devastating clash going on below.
Kagerou shielded his face instinctively as the entire field erupted into a firestorm, which just caused the kindly upperclassman to pat him on the back again. “Relax, kiddo. We’re perfectly safe up here. Just enjoy the show.” Kagerou lowered his arms and noticed that indeed none of the flames had reached them. The red cloud of fire stopped abruptly right at the edge of the railing. As he looked around the arena he noticed that all the flying fire seemed to be contained into a nice invisible dome. While the dome itself may have been invisible, the stuff held within was not; the entire battlefield had been transformed into a giant snow globe of fiery death.
Kagerou’s heart beat in his chest as the smoke cleared. He didn’t want to say anything out loud since he was in the minority, but he was actually rooting for the new guy. The crowd murmured softly as everyone talked to their friends and neighbors about whether or not the match was already over. The common consensus seemed to be that no one could have escaped that cloud of destruction, but when the smoke finally cleared. Masurao was standing right where he had been before. He was completely unscathed and looked just as hale and hearty as he had when the fight had started. Hellcat on the other hand was breathing heavily from the exertion of casting such a powerful spell.
The crowd murmured some more as both combatants stared each other down. “How could he have avoided that?” several students asked. No one had a good answer.
Hellcat growled menacingly as he steeled himself for yet another brutal attack, but this time, his stance and demeanor were different. The bangles adorning both his arms glowed bright, fiery red. He then launched wave after wave of flames from his hands. The rolling waves of fire flew off in various directions but changed course mid-flight and honed in on their target. Masurao gracefully dodged each flame with minimal effort. Some of the blazes passed inches from him as he merely leaned out of the way.
Hellcat put both hands together and fired a massive ball of fire that launched at his foe with intense speed and force. Everyone in the audience gasped for they knew there was no way that the stranger could sidestep away from the one. Masurao stared at the giant sphere of pyromancy as it hurtled for him, but made no effort to dodge. At the last second he stomped a foot hard onto the ground. A wall of stone shot up and took the entirety of the attack for him.
“I thought he was supposed to be another fire mage!” One of the first years yelled.
“Don’t they teach you noobs anything?” One of the older students yelled back. “Fire mages cast other elements all the time!” Kagerou knew of this particular fact firsthand. He himself was a wind mage, but had cast neighboring elements all the time. Everyone in this world, regardless of whether or not they could use magic, was born with what was known as a soul color, which is basically their elemental affinity. Being a green soul, Kagerou had a strong affinity for wind, but could use water and fire if he focused enough. The new guy must be a red soul, which meant could use fire magic well and, with a little effort, use a little earth and wind magic too.
Hellcat was completely winded by this point. He had completely burned through his reserves in his initial salvo and was now running on sheer force of will, but it was nowhere near enough. His auburn haired foe had barely broken a sweat. Hellcat lobbed sparks as best he could, but they were easily deflected by his opponent. Masurao swatted them aside like flies. The human boy closed the gap between them with impressive speed.
Hellcat made one last ditch effort to cast a massive spell, hoping that Masurao would not have time to block at this range, but it was not to be. Masurao did a quick palm strike to the feline’s wrist. It was not enough to do any serious damage, but it was enough to break the incantation. With Hellcat rendered off balance and defenseless, Masurao delivered one final punch to the cat’s stomach.
Hellcat saw the blazing fist coming right at him but felt only a dull thud in his stomach. The new guy had obviously pulled his punch, quite literally in fact. Masurao’s fist was completely enveloped in flames and pressed hard against the front of Hellcat’s robe. Being a fire mage, his clothes were of course highly resistant to flame, but he could still feel the intense heat through the layers of fabric. Had he been hit somewhere uncovered, he would have had serious burns. The gesture was not lost on him, and so Hellcat raised both hands in surrender.
The arena erupted into chatter about the fight. Suddenly almost the entire student body was proud to say that they had been cheering for the new guy all along. Hellcat was strong and all, but he had no control over his magic; it’s no surprise that he lost to someone whose whole fighting style focused around precision and control.
Kagerou lingered around the arena as all the other students filed out. He had the day off and really didn’t have anywhere he needed to be. Truth be told, he really wanted to get another glimpse of the new student. He was fascinated and intrigued by the new guy before, but after seeing him in action, Kagerou’s interest was leaning more towards idol worship. He hoped that if they did ever meet, he would be able to keep his cool and not fangirl all over him.
The stadium had pretty much completely emptied out by the time Kagerou had gotten another glimpse of his new fixation. Kagerou saw him heading out the main door on the opposite side of the stadium and wasted no time in running as swiftly and silently as he could to catch up.
In mere moments, Kagerou was in range to call out to his newest fascination, if only he could muster the nerve to do so. He instead followed as close as he could manage without calling unnecessary attention to himself. He kept to the shadows as best he could and slunk along, keeping a watchful eye on the taller boy as he did so. Every so often Masurao would look back his way as if he was aware that someone was following him. Each time he did so, Kagerou would quickly duck behind a corner or otherwise find some way to hide. Kagerou continued to creep on his new crush while struggling with his own feelings and trying to find he perfect moment and pretense to strike up a conversation.
Mas was only too aware of the little mage trying to stalk him, but he chose to act like he was oblivious. He figured the guy would get up the courage to talk to him eventually, and if he pushed the issue too soon he might frighten the skittish boy. This was to be his first day in a new school, and it didn’t hurt to start making friends early on. Mas had not encountered many friendly faces yet, and the little green haired guy seemed nice enough; certainly nicer than the brutish looking oaf that currently blocked Mas’s path.
Judging by the guy’s size and demeanor, Mas figured he had to be an upper classman and a bully. He was certainly larger than Mas in every way. There was no way that he was 100% human. Mas reckoned that there had to be giant’s blood somewhere in this man’s lineage for he stood at least nine feet tall.
The man’s gigantic muscular frame filled almost the entire hallway. His dark skin and craggy face made him appear as though he was made out of dried clay. “Nice show, twinkle toes.” The large man replied with obviously feigned admiration. “I wonder how you’d do against a real man.” His twisted grin spread wider to reveal a series of jagged yellow teeth.
“I wonder that too. If you see one, you’ll have to send him my way.” Mas replied nonchalantly and continued walking. The large man was so surprised that someone would blow him off that he didn’t even react as Mas ducked under his arm and strolled past him.
As the gears of the giant’s below average intelligence finally registered the slight, he went from menacingly cocky to violently enraged in record time. He spun around and launched a giant craggy fist right at the back of Mas’s head. Kagerou tried to shout out a warning, but his voice still refused to come out.
Mas had expected such a response from the boorish upperclassman, and gracefully sidestepped the attack. Mas spun around and faced the giant; a cocky grin was readily apparent on his face. “So you want to fight, do you? Why not call a duel and make it official. I would love to go all out against you.”
The brute was not interested in anything official or rational. He was pissed off and ready to smash something. The giant charged forward and screamed “Crush you!!” as he threw another devastatingly powerful punch at the smaller boy.
“Just thought I’d offer.” Mas said casually as he easily sidestepped the other punch. He went on the offensive after wards and managed to summon a bit of flame. With all the dampeners and other wards in place in the halls, summoning even the smallest of flame was difficult, but he managed to conjure a few sparks. Mas flung the embers into the giant’s face, momentarily blinding him. The brute roared in pain and rage and brought both of his fists down wildly. His hands collided with the floor, causing large cracks to form in the stone.
Kagerou was watching the fight intently. He wasn’t sure if he should go seek help or not. He wanted to, for sure, but he also did not want to leave the new student alone with this monster. He held his breath as he watched the clash, and hoped that either a faculty member would be alerted to the brawl or that he would be able to in some way help if it came to that. Mas seemed to be doing alright so far, though, but the lack of magic would make it more difficult for the smaller guy to prevail against the giant. It was painfully obvious who had the advantage in terms of physical strength.
Something strange happened, but no one but Kagerou seemed to notice. Mas’s skin seemed to glisten and glow as he conjured up a small handful of sparks. It was so quick that Kagerou couldn’t even be sure if he had actually seen it. He had never seen anything like it, and it was greatly unnerving.
The giant’s position left him vulnerable to a quick counter-attack, and Mas readily jumped on the chance. With incredible speed and precision he charged in close and delivered a swift quick right to the monster’s chin… or at least that was the plan, anyway. Mas’s foot stopped scant inches from its intended target. “Well, that’s embarrassing…” Mas thought to himself. He had never underestimated a strike like that before. His legs should have been plenty long enough to cream that stooge.
Both combatants held their position while they tried to figure out what had just happened; Mas was stunned by his own goof, and the giant was just all around not the sharpest tool in the shed. Realizing that he actually had a good chance to catch that dodgy little git off balance, the giant quickly grabbed the back of Mas’s shirt and lifted him up off the ground.
Mas was embarrassed to have been caught off guard, but he still had a trick up his sleeve. For some reason his shirt was a little looser than normal. He wasn’t really sure why, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Mas lifted his hands up and slide right out of his shirt, narrowly avoiding a pot shot to the face in the process. Mas landed on the ground and quickly delivered a palm strike right to the burly man’s gut. His palm made contact with a dull thud, but the giant didn’t even seem to register the strike.
The beastly man looked down at Masurao; his twisted grin spread wider into a malicious sneer. In one quick motion he swatted Mas away like an insect, sending Mas flying backwards into the wall.
Everything flashed white for Mas as he made contact with the stone. Pain shot through his whole body. He struggled to get to his feet. He couldn’t tell if it was the adrenaline or something else, but the pain seemed to fade rather quickly. As his vision cleared he could see the malevolent titan towering over him still leering maliciously. He seemed even larger than Mas remembered, but he tried to rationalize it as a psychological thing. He knew he had no chance of beating this monster, and his brain had to be registering the gigantic man as being even larger than he really was. Mas reached a hand down to his waist to catch his pants before they could slide off. He found it odd that he was having so many wardrobe malfunctions today, but he didn’t have the time to really focus on it.
Kagerou gasped in shock as he saw Mas get knocked out of the park like a homerun. He knew he needed to help, but what could he do. He lacked the martial prowess of Masurao, and his magic was severely hindered. As Masurao started to get back up, Kagerou noticed his skin was gleaming again; the small cuts and scrapes that had appeared during his collision with the rough stone closed up instantly, but Masurao was noticeable smaller. Kagerou could tell from the look on Mas’s face that the auburn haired boy knew he was beaten. It pained Kagerou to see him like that. Some deeply buried reserve of courage awakened within him, and he began to attempt a very risky maneuver to save the new boy.
Kagerou quickly drew the runes with his fingers and focused. The air seemed to light up along the path of his fingers. Once the sigil was drawn, Kagerou quickly placed his middle and pointer fingers onto the sign to activate it as he called out “AMP!” His spell worked and a small, glowing ring appeared in the air before him. Again Kagerou drew the rune and again he activated its powers. “AMP!” This caused a second amplifying ring to appear. It passed through the first, growing in size and power. Kagerou repeated the action a third and final time, summoning a third ring that grew in size as it passed through each of the previous rings.
Kagerou lined up his shot as he stared down the center of the concentric array, watching and waiting for the lumbering bully to pass through his line of sight. The giant was moving forward slowly, advancing on the now much smaller fire mage. Kagerou began the incantation and drew a new rune in the air. This rune glowed much brighter than the previous three. Kagerou placed his fingers on the glowing sigil and steadied his breath as he waited for the perfect moment. The monstrous man took another step and another… Masurao was slowly backing away while maintaining a defensive posture; it was obvious that he was watching and waiting, looking for any weakness or opening he could exploit all while trying to maintain his decency by keeping his pants up.
Finally, the hulking man stepped into the line of fire. Kagerou called out with all his might “RAY!!” A glowing beam of pure energy erupted from the sigil at the tip of his fingers. It passed through the first amp, growing in size and intensity. Then it passed through the second, again growing in power. By the time it passed through the third ring, the beam was so intense that the entire hallway seemed to fade away. All that the three could see were vague silhouettes as the light engulfed everything.
The massive beam crashed into the giant, sending him crashing through the wall. Kagerou stood there in awe for a moment at the sheer power of his own spell. He had never imagined it would be that effective. As his eyes finally adjusted he could see that the brute was unconscious but showing signs of stirring. Kagerou didn’t want to be there when either the giant woke up or the faculty arrived to survey the damage. He ran towards the new boy with impressive speed, scooping up discarded clothing along the way. One of Kagerou’s arms was completely loaded down with clothing, but he used his free hand to grab a hold of Masurao’s wrist as he charged down the hall. He sped through the hallways as fast as he could with the new guy trailing awkwardly behind.
Kagerou skidded to a halt right in front of one of the doors and placed a hand on the knob. It unlocked itself in response as if it recognized him. Kagerou and Mas tumbled through the doorway as it flew open to greet them. Once they were inside the door slammed itself shut, leaving the two boys alone in Kagerou’s dorm.
Kagerou was panting heavily, both from all the running, and from the exertion of casting a complex series of spells while in the dampening field. He still couldn’t believe how much energy he had summoned, but he was thankful he had. He turned to look at the new guy to see how he was doing. Mas was also winded and a little shook up, but generally looked ok. Kagerou’s eyes lingered as they surveyed all the rippling muscles in the boy’s body. He hadn’t had a chance to really appreciate how beautiful the olive skinned boy was with the rampaging berserker around, but now Kagerou could see more than he had ever dared to hope to. His eyes drifted lower; past the well developed pecs, past the cut abs, and down past the boy’s well defined hips. Mas’s now very loose pants had slid down so far that the base of his clean shaven dick was visible.
Kagerou quickly turned to look the other way; he was blushing profusely at this point and could feel a definite hardness forming in his pants. He silently chastised himself for sneaking a peak and hoped that the new guy hadn’t noticed. Kagerou felt a warm, soft hand on his cheek, and he turned his head back to face Masurao as the hand guided him to do so. Kagerou caught a brief fleeting glimpse of the new boy’s smiling face and brilliant green eyes before Mas was on him. Mas planted a deep, passionate kiss right on his lips. Without even thinking, Kagerou returned the kiss, and savored the feeling of Mas’s lips against his and Mas’s tongue sliding into his mouth.
When they finally broke apart, Mas was lying directly on top of Kagerou. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment; Kagerou was still too overcome with shock and joy to process what was going on, but Mas was looking at him with joy and longing. “That’s twice today you have saved me.” Masurao said. He was positively beaming as he did so.
Kagerou tried to reply, to ask for clarification, but he couldn’t manage to find the words. Mas noticed the pale, silver haired boy’s confusion and responded. “The first time was at the arena. I noticed you noticing me. When I stepped out onto the field no one cheered for me. I know that everyone would want the home team to win, but it still kind of hurt. I had spent so long psyching myself up for that fight, but I almost lost it before it even started. I wasn’t fighting that cat. I was fighting the whole school. I felt unwanted, undesirable. I almost lost my will to fight. I tried to keep my cool and hide my weakness, but I could barely focus on the fight… that’s when I saw you.”
If it was possible, Mas’s smile got even bigger and his eyes gleamed even brighter. Kagerou was still confused, but he could feel his heart overflowing with joy. Masurao planted another kiss on Kagerou’s lips and then continued his explanation. “You weren’t saying anything, but I could see it in your eyes. You were cheering for me. I blocked out everyone else and focused on you. I dedicated that whole fight to pleasing you. The whole school may be against me, but I had a friend; just one friend, but that was enough.”
Mas kissed him again and leaned in closer to whisper in Kagerou’s ear. “The second time you saved me… well, you know that one already.” Mas whispered breathlessly into Kagerou’s ear. He nibbled on the sage haired boy’s ear for a moment and then kissed his way down the nape of the boy’s neck. When he reached Kagerou’s collar, he moved back up and kissed the pale boy on the lips as he undid the clasp on the front of Kagerou’s robes.
“What?... Wait.” Kagerou tried to cry out between kisses.
“What? You don’t want this? That’s not what it feels like to me.” Masurao replied playfully as he ground his erection into Kagerou’s bulge. It was difficult for Kagerou to pry his eyes away from Mas’s smiling face, but somehow he managed and looked down. Past Mas’s amazing abs, he could see the new boy’s rock hard boner poking out the top of his of his jeans; pre was dribbling out onto the front of Kagerou’s robes. Seeing Mas’s amazing dick just got Kagerou even hornier than he already was. He himself went from a semi to a full blown hardon in a matter of seconds. He wanted so much to shed his clothes and have a go with the auburn haired beauty, but he hardly knew the guy. Although… the more Mas kept grinding his dick against Kagerou’s the less Kagerou minded that they had just met this afternoon.
“Come on. Let’s get you out of those clothes.” Masurao whispered seductively into Kagerou’s ear. Mas stood up and Kagerou followed suit. Kagerou was far too lost in the moment to try and resist. They stood there, staring eye to eye as Masurao undid the last clasps of Kagerou’s robe, letting it fall free. Kagerou was left in a loose, sleeveless undershirt, grey slacks, and standard issue black shoes.
“How tall are you, anyway?” Mas asked with a playful grin.
“Huh? Only about five feet…” Kagerou explained. He was embarrassed by how short he was compared to pretty much everyone else.
“What a coincidence! Me too!” Mas replied, beaming with pride. Kagerou gasped in shock as he remembered that Mas had lost well over a foot of height in the last half hour.
“Did that big guy do this to you? Should we get you to the nurse to have you looked at? This can’t be right, can it?” Kagerou rattled on nervously as he began to panic.
“Relax. I’m fine. Besides… it’s better if your first time is with someone your own size.” Mas leaned in and kissed Kagerou again before the pale boy could voice his confusion.
“First time?” Kagerou mumbled as they broke apart again.
“Yeah. It’s pretty obvious. You’re shaking like a leaf.” Mas explained as he stepped out of is pants that had pooled around his ankles, kicking his very loose shoes off in the process. “Just relax and let me take care of everything.” Mas whispered into Kagerou’s ear as he lifted the sage haired boy’s shirt up and off. Mas whistled appreciatively as he got a look at the wind mage’s sculpted abs. Kagerou’s muscles were much smaller and denser than Mas’s were, giving him a very lean and lithe physique. “You’re pretty fly for a magi.” Mas mused playfully. “Surprised to see a mage who is so cut.”
“I could say the same to you.” Kagerou replied as he once again surveyed the olive skinned boy’s muscles.
“Hehe. Well I grew up on the road. I have had much more physical training than I have had mental.” Mas explained. “but enough about me. Let’s talk about us.” He added salaciously as he got down on his knees, kissing a trail down Kagerou’s abs as he did so. He set to work pulling off Kagerou’s belt and then the top button of his pants. Mas was getting more and more excited as he pulled down the zipper. He loved this part. It was like unwrapping a present at Christmas. With the fly undone, Kagerou’s pants fell free, revealing his staggeringly large cock. Mas gasped in surprise and joy as he surveyed the pale boy’s member. He had never in his wildest dreams imagine that Kagerou could be so hung. Mas’s perspective was a tad skewed at his sub-optimal height, but he reckoned that the lithe little wind mage had to be close to a foot in length. Not only was his dick long, but it was plenty thick with nice, hefty, apple sized balls to go along with it.
Mas wasted no time wrapping his lips around it. He could feel the warmth of it as it bucked and twitched in his mouth; he could taste the salty tang of Kagerou’s cock and pre as it leaked out onto his tongue; he could hear Kagerou’s sexy little moans as he worked over the boy’s cock. Mas knew he had to get this boy into bed and fast, or else he would blow his load without even getting to the fun part.
As much as Mas wanted to keep sucking the boy off until one or both of them creamed, he also wanted to get the pale mage into the sack in the very near future. Mas reluctantly stood back up and looked into Kagerou’s eyes. “Which way to the bedroom?” Mas asked, choosing to not bother beating around the bush any longer. Kagerou didn’t speak but instead gestured over his shoulder to one of the doors along the far wall. Mas watched intently as Kagerou silently turned around and walked over to the door in question. Kagerou wasn’t saying much, but the sway of his hips said plenty. It was obvious that he wanted Masurao to follow him. Mas had every intention of following, but not until he had had time to savor the view of Kagerou’s cute bubbly butt.
As Mas entered the bedroom portion of Kagerou’s little apartment, he noticed that all of Kagerou’s stuff seemed to be on one the left side of the room. There was an plenty of room for someone else to move in and set their bed up on the right side. “Huh. No roommate?” Mas asked out loud.
“I haven’t been assigned one yet… not that I mind.” Kagerou responded absentmindedly. He was much more interested in getting it on with the olive skinned hottie than he was about his current living arrangements.
Masurao quickly got his mind back in the game. The lack of a roommate was actually very beneficial for them, and it’s not like they needed a second bed for what they had in mind.
Kagerou crawled into the bed and looked back uncertainly at Mas; his cheeks were tinged slightly pink with embarrassment. “So… what do I do?” He asked unsteadily.
“You don’t have to do anything.” Mas replied in a sultry voice. “You just need to lay back and let me handle everything.” Mas crawled up into the bed with Kagerou and immediately went to work sucking the boy off again.
“You have such an amazing dick.” Mas remarked happily during a lull in his blowjob. Kagerou’s face turned a few shades redder as he reached down to try and cover his junk with his hands.
“Don’t be that way.” Mas chided. “It’s a compliment. You should be proud of your mondo tool.”
“Sorry… it’s just embarrassing.” Kagerou’s voice was shaky as he slowly and hesitantly pulled his hands back.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” Mas reassured. He slowly crawled forward so that he was now once again on top of Kagerou; their rock hard erections were pressed together between them. Mas looked down and noticed that his cock was only slightly bigger than half the size of Kagerou’s. At his normal height, Mas had a very impressive nine inch dick, but at his current reduced size, he had to be closer to seven. “I need you inside me.” Mas moaned sensually into Kagerou’s ear. He could feel Kagerou’s huge dick flex excitedly against his own respectable hard-on.
Mas scooted back so that he was now standing on his knees on the end of the bed. With a few quick strokes he activated it and conjured up what appeared to be a weightless gelatinous blob. Kagerou could barely concentrate on anything other than getting laid, but he was sure that he saw Mas’s skin shimmer yet again.
The liquid mass seemed to hover directly over Mas’s cupped palms as he guided it over to Kagerou’s eager cock. The blob made contact with the boy’s cock and clung to his skin like a laminate coating and made his skin nice and slick. As Mas massaged the gel into Kagerou’s dick he could tell that the large cock was even larger than before, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that Mas himself was even smaller than before. Either way, he couldn’t wait to have that enormous tool plunged deep within him.
As Mas climbed forward and positioned himself atop the pale boy’s sizeable wang he could tell that Kagerou was getting ever more anxious by the second. The boy’s breathing was getting ragged and the only sounds he seemed capable of producing were a few hushed whimpers. Mas reached down and steadied Kagerou’s huge dick as he slowly lowered himself down on it. He could already feel the tip of it pressing up against his eager hole. Mas was trying to remain cool and collected through this, but even he wasn’t all that experienced. This was by far the largest cock he had ever attempted.
Mas could feel his ass stretching wider as the tip of Kagerou’s large dick slowly pushing inside of him. He tried to hold it back but a small moan of pleasure slipped out as he finally got all of the head inside of him. Now that he was plenty stretched out, the rest was cake. Mas slid further and further down the shaft. Each extra inch was ecstasy. He had never before been filled so completely or reamed so deeply.
Kagerou could feel Mas’s insides clenching around his cock as the auburn haired boy took inch after inch after inch of his cock. A minute ago, he never would have believed that something could feel even better than Mas’s blowjobs. It had taken as much resolve as he could muster to not blow his load in the other guy’s sexy mouth, and the current sensations were far more pleasurable..
As Mas slowly lifted himself back up, Kagerou could feel his ass clench around his dick. It was so tight and amazing that Kagerou felt like he would pop at any second. He didn’t want it to be over so soon; they had only just begun. He tried his best to steady his breathing and to keep himself from cumming, but he was so close now that it was taking every ounce of resolve that he could muster. His breathing was coming out as short ragged gasps into between loud sensual moans of bliss.
Mas could feel Kagrou’s dick twitching deep within him. He knew the cute boy wasn’t going to last that much longer. All he could do was enjoy it while he could. It’s not like Mas was going to last that long either. With each pass he felt like his brain was going to melt from pure sensory overload. The sensation of that massive cock sliding in and out of him and reaming him deeper than ever before was just too amazing. He had never been plugged this full before, and he never wanted to feel empty again.
As Mas continued to slide up and down on Kagerou’s dick, Kagerou got closer and closer to cumming. He tried to hold back, he really did, but as Mas started pumping harder and faster, Kagerou could no longer hold back. He let out a loud moan of pure sexual bliss and dumped the biggest load he had ever had in his life deep within his new friend. Kagerou came again and again, each shot as thick as the last. He came so much that his nuts ached from being so thoroughly drained. Still his cock tried to pump more and more spunk into that hot, toned, olive skinned ass.
Mas could feel Kagerou’s warm spunk flowing into him, and there was a whole lot of it. It didn’t stop Mas, though. It didn’t even slow him down. If anything it spurred him on to ride Kagerou harder and faster. With each thrust large gobs of Kagerou’s jizz would seep out of his ass. The warm, sticky goop felt so good against his stretched out hole.
Mas couldn’t hold back anymore, nor did he want to. His abs clenched up as he let fly a large, steady stream of jizz. Even despite his reduced size, that had to be the biggest load he had ever blown. His nuts seemed to completely drain in one solid burst, but then instantly replenish themselves. As he braced himself for yet another blast, he could feel Kagerou’s already massive cock enlarging within him. The increased size was more than enough to cause Mas to climax yet again. This new surge of spunk seemed just as powerful as the last despite feeling so drained just seconds earlier. Again, he could feel his balls become painfully empty as every last ounce of spooge was pumped out, but then they felt as full and heavy as ever almost immediately after. He could feel Kagerou’s dick getting even bigger and thicker within him. It felt so good and yet it was beginning to hurt. He wanted it, but he knew his body couldn’t handle much more.
Kagerou could feel Mas’s whole body shudder as the now smaller boy came hard. The spasms from the auburn haired beauty’s body reverberated through his own cock. Kagerou had already started to soften t this point, but it still felt fantastic. His mind was foggy from the afterglow, and his eyes were still having trouble adjusting due to the intense orgasm that had wracked his whole body, but he managed to direct his eyes towards Mas and watch as the olive skinned boy’s nuts seized up and his cock shuddered. A large stream of jizz erupted from Mas’s cock. Kagerou watched it with rapt fascination as it seemed to float through the air in slow motion. It was such a long, steady stream that it seemed almost impossible for that much spunk to be stored within the boy’s two sparrow’s egg sized nuts.
The jizz splattered against the lenses of Kagerou’s glasses, blocking much of his vision from his left eye, but he could still see Mas straddling his dick. Mas’s skin once again glistened as his balls seemed to refill and enlarge. Kaggerou could both see and feel Masurao getting smaller. The boy’s ass clenched Kagerou’s dick even tighter as his body took on a new size. Mas shuddered again and let out another jet of cum that was every bit as powerful as the last. The warm, sticky spunk splattered across Kagerou’s face and chest. Again, he could see Mas’s skin glisten as he instantly recovered from the powerful cumshot. Mas was even smaller now, and his ass clenched so tightly around Kagerou’s massive dick that it was almost painful. Kagerou was glad that he had already cum and begun to deflate or else it could have been very painful for both of them.
Mas fell forward in exhaustion, causing Kagerou’s already soft cock to flop out of him. The left side of Mas’s face made contact with Kagerou’s chest with a soft splat. Mas was lying in a puddle of his own spunk, but he didn’t particularly mind. He could feel the rise and fall of Kagerou’s chest as the pale green haired boy took deep breaths. He could also hear the heavy thumping of Kagerou’s heart as it continued to beat wildly after the wild sex. Mas was content to lay there for a while longer; he felt surprisingly safe and secure around the wind mage. They had only just met, but it was as if they had been friends forever.
Mas lay there for a bit listening to the sound of his friend’s heartbeat while he slipped a couple of fingers down his stretched out hole. He loved the feeling of Kagerou’s pent up spunk seeping out of him and he even loved the slight ache in his ass from his blown out hole. Mas could actually feel his hole healing itself as a familiar warmth pulsed through his skin. Eventually, Mas worked up the resolve to climb forward a bit. He needed to see Kagerou’s face again, and he was still surprisingly hard and horny despite having just climaxed twice in rapid succession. Mas crawled forward and planted a kiss tenderly on Kagerou’s lips. It was a strange feeling kissing such large puffy lips. At this point, Kagerou was at least twice Mas’s size. Mas could taste a little bit of his jizz on Kagerou’s lips. He was at first a little surprised to be tasting his own cum. He didn’t dislike the taste of it. It just seemed a little weird, but he couldn’t deny how hot it was to see so much of it covering Kagerou’s cute face.
Even though he wasn’t saying anything, Mas could tell that Kagerou was getting excited which just spurred Mas on even more. He continued kissing Kagerou, but starting moving steadily away from the bigger boy’s lips. As Mas got to Kagerou’s cheek, he started licking his own spunk as he followed the path of his own cumshot across the boy’s face. He could almost hear Kagerou’s heart pounding as the boy got more and more excited. Mas stopped when he reached Kagerou’s glasses. “Let me clean those off for you.” He said as he reached down to pull off the shades.
Kagerou instinctively shot a hand to either side of his glasses, holding them tightly to his face. “Relax. I’m just going to wipe them off.” Mas calmly reassured him. Kagerou looked uncertainly at him for a second and then slowly released his grip as he squeezed his eyes shut tight.
Mas found this a little strange, but said nothing. He silently dampened a corner of the sheets with his tongue and used it to rub away the sticky cum that coated the lens. It wiped off decently enough, but it left a few streaks. Mas looked at the reddish glass curiously for a moment before putting the shades on his face. To his surprise he could see fine. Everything looked normal aside from the slightly reddish tint. “You don’t need these to see, do you?” Mas thought out loud.
Kagerou seemed hesitant, but then he slowly nodded in agreement; he still refused to open his eyes, though.
“What is it? You can tell me.” Mas prodded. “Oh. Do you have like crazy death glare? Or petrification eyes?” Kagerou shook his head but still wouldn’t open his eyes. “Come on! Let me see!” Mas demanded excitedly. He was genuinely curious about what it was that the boy was hiding.
“No. They’re weird.” Kagerou muttered as he put his hands over his eyes.
“Don’t be like that. I bet they’re just as cute as the rest of you.” Mas stated matter-of-factly. Kagerou blushed in response but still wouldn’t move his hands. “Come on. I promise I won’t say anything. What could be so embarrassing that you won’t show a guy who you would get naked for?”
“Promise not to say anything?” Kagerou asked reluctantly. He seemed to relax a bit, but his hands still covered his eyes. Kagerou waited for a moment but didn’t hear a response from Mas.
“Oh right. I suppose crossing my heart doesn’t work if you can’t see me, huh?” Mas joked a minute later. “Come on. I promise.”
Kagerou laughed a bit in spite of the tension. He did feel comfortable around Mas, and Kagerou believed him when Mas said he wouldn’t say anything. Kagerou slowly pulled his hands down, but still clenched his eyes shut tight. “Open up.” Mas said flatly. Kagerou slowly and reluctantly opened his eyes. He was greeted by the sight of Masurao leaning over him staring intently into his eyes. “Woah… they’re beautiful.” Mas gasped.
“They’re weird!” Kagerou shot back. “And you said you wouldn’t say anything!”
“I meant I wouldn’t say anything bad! Seriously though, why would you hide those?” Mas asked emphatically.
“Can I have my shades back…” Kagerou asked completely avoiding the question.
“Why? You look so much better without them.” Mas asked playfully. This caused Kagerou to blush a bit which brought out the color of his pastel purple irises even more.
“Please.” Kagerou pleaded as he tried to grab the glasses back from his much smaller friend. He had always been a little self conscious about his unique eye color; he was self conscious about a lot of things, actually, but especially his eyes. Mas continued to move the comically oversized shades around with surprising speed as he playfully thwarted every attempt made by the larger boy to snatch them.
“I’ve already seen your eyes, so why even bother? I personally think they are perfect, and would rather you not cover them up. Besides, doesn’t everything look better without these on?” Mas asked while shooting Kagerou an award winning smile. Kagerou made a half hearted attempt to grab at the glasses, but Mas’s smile was melting his resolve and warming his heart. The colors of the boy’s face were much more vibrant without having everything filtered through ruby tinted shades; Mas’s eyes were a far more brilliant green than Kagerou had originally thought; his hair was a much deeper crimson; his teeth a more radiant white. Kagerou lost himself in those gleaming emerald eyes, and quickly gave up trying to get his glasses back.
“There. That’s better.” Mas replied as he leaned forward and gave Kagerou a quick kiss on the tip of the nose and then leaned over to the side and set the shades safely on the nightstand. “Now I hope you’re comfortable, because I have more plans for you.” Mas added with a sly wink as he sat back up. He was seated cross legged on Kagerou’s torso right between his stomach and chest. Mas was so small now that his knees barely hung over the sides of Kagerou’s lean frame.
“More plans? Shouldn’t we get you some help? You’re getting even smaller.” Kagerou responded with audible worry in his voice.
“Relax, would you? This isn’t the first time this has happened. I just need a good night’s sleep and I’ll be right as rain in the morning.” Mas replied, casually dismissing Kagerou’s concern. His aloof expression quickly changed as Mas took on a more eager and seductive demeanor. “Besides, this makes things so much more interesting, don’t you think?” He added in a sultry voice.
Kagerou was definitely enjoying getting up close and personal with his new friend, but he was already spent from that last orgasm. He couldn’t believe Mas’s stamina. He wanted to have another go, but would definitely need some time to recuperate first.
Mas was all too aware of Kagerou’s fatigue. “Chin up, cutie. I’ve got just the thing for you.” He exclaimed with a grin and started drawing a rune on Kagerou’s chest. Kagerou tried to look down and see what Mas was doing, but the angle made it impossible for him to get a good look. He could tell that Mas was inscribing him with a sigil, but it wasn’t one he recognized. Mas’s skin gleamed once again as he placed him palm onto the seal. Kagerou could actually see the energy flowing through Mas and into him as the white gleam on Mas’s skin seemed to flow down Mas’s arm and into his own chest. Almost immediately, Kagerou felt completely refreshed. It was as if he had just slept for hours. He could already feel the blood rushing back into his previously spent loins. Kagerou’s cheeks took on a pinkish shade as he realized that he was more than a little horny.
“I knew you would like it.” Mas commented as his grin spread even wider.
Kagerou’s mind was getting to be a little foggy from his magically enhanced libido, but he could definitely tell that Mas was even smaller than before. The auburn haired boy seemed to have slipped below the two foot mark already. “How much smaller will you get?” Kagerou asked; his worry was managing to overpower his arousal even after Mas’s spell.
Mas raised an eyebrow questioningly and then shrugged. “I don’t know, actually. I’ve never been this small before.” His grin spread wider and he looked even more excited. “This is so exciting though, isn’t it? How much smaller can I get?” Kagerou was rock hard and leaking pre by this point. He tried to tell himself that he was only getting excited because his arousal was now directly linked to Masurao’s, but somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that he was excited as well.
Mas got off of Kagerou’s chest and eyed the expanse of the much larger boy’s body up and down. “If I get much smaller, your body will be like an island.” Mas exclaimed in awe. “Come on. Let me see the other side.” Mas commanded as he gestured for Kagerou to flip over. Kagerou hesitantly complied. He was not really one to show off, but Mas seemed so happy and eager to see him. He definitely wanted Mas to be happy.
“Gods. Your ass is massive!” Mas exclaimed. Kagerou could feel his face burning red in embarrassment. Mas could not see Kagerou’s face, but he could definitely see the large boy tense up. “Relax. That’s a compliment. It’s fantastic.” Mas explained as he made his way towards Kagerou’s large, round bubble butt. He placed a hand on either cheek and sunk his fingers into the supple flesh and kneaded the large buns. Each massive cheek was larger than Mas’s head. He wanted so bad to just bury his face between those two glorious mounds. He pushed the cheeks apart and got a clear view of Kagerou’s twitching hole. Mas couldn’t help himself; he had to go for it.
Mas dove face first into Kagerou’s glorious ass and immediately set to work kissing and sucking all around. He kissed Kagerou right on the pucker; it wasn’t much smaller than his mouth at this point. Mas could hear Kagerou moan and feel his body shudder. Even without those clues, he would have known Kagerou was enjoying it. With their arousals now linked, he could feel it whenever Kagerou got even hornier, and this was definitely getting the large, pale boy worked up. As Mas continued to suck and lick, he found himself eagerly awaiting getting even smaller. If he got just a little smaller he could lie in the groove between the two massive cheeks as if he was resting in a hammock. The thought of it was getting him even more worked up. Mas could feel Kagerou shudder again and moan even louder. Mas knew Kagerou couldn’t hear his thoughts, but he was definitely feeling Mas’s increased arousal.
Using his elbows to keep Kagerou’s buns spread wide enough that he could easily keep his position, Mas maneuvered his fingers so that they could work on kneading and spreading Kagerou’s twitching hole. Mas could feel his own arousal going into overdrive as Kagerou came closer and closer to cumming. Mas’s brain and cock were screaming for release, but he struggled to resist he urge to blow his load. One of the side effects of his spell was that neither of them could cum as long as one of them held out.
Kagerou wanted to cum so bad. He had accepted that he was at is limit and had long since stopped trying to hold back. Mas’s tongue and fingers dipping into his felt so amazing, and the whole scenario was just so bizarrely erotic. Kagerou couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the sensations.
Despite not making any active attempt to hold back, Kagerou could not cum. He cock ached for release, but nothing happened. His whole body was wracked with such intense pleasure that he felt like he could scream. His moans got steadily louder as he got more and more aroused. He found himself craving even more pleasure while simultaneously praying for sweet release. He rocked his hips as he ground his dick into the covers of his bed. His little lover was along for the ride, but he didn’t care. All he cared about now was getting off any way possible.
Mas was having difficulty keeping his position while Kagerou’s ass was swiftly rocking back and forth. Mas was more than ready to get off by this point, though. It had taken every ounce of resolve he could muster to even hold out this long. He could feel Kagerou’s arousal the whole time. It was more than just being able to feel the same sensations that Kagerou was feeling. Mas could actually feel his lover’s intense desire for release. Mas slid backwards so that he was now seated on his knees while staring the rolling mounds of Kagerou’s gigantic ass. Even if he hadn’t been stroking his respectively sizeable cock, Mas would have creamed almost instantly. The second he decided to let loose he had an orgasm that was so powerful it rocked his entire body to the core. He let loose several tick ropes of spunk that coated his lover’s sizeable booty. Mas was overwhelmed with a sense of pride and pure euphoria as his brained overloaded from the immense pleasure of feeling both of their climaxes.
Kagerou came in unison with Mas. His whole body shuddered and convulsed from what was easily the largest and most powerful explosion of jizz he had ever experienced. The overwhelmingly intense pleasure was almost overshadowed by his relief to finally find release. He could feel the spooge pumping out of his cock and pooling in his bedding. The wet splotch grew ever larger as it spread out, covering much of his stomach and seeping out over the edges.
Kagerou had had what was quite easily the largest orgasm of his life. The sheer volume of spunk that he had shot seemed impossible to him, and despite being completely winded, he was still rock hard and ready to go again. Kagerou figured it had to have something to do with the seal that was activated on his chest. He rolled over to get a better look at Mas, and sure enough, the smaller boy’s skin was gleaming again. This time it was much more noticeable, though. Mas’s skin was practically glowing pure white as he dwindled further and further. Kagerou could feel a wave of pure energy flow into him causing his fatigue to vanish and his nuts to replenish.
Mas gasped as the light cleared. He had never expected to shrink so fast. Everything around him appeared to double in size almost instantly. Once the initial shock faded, Mas was excited by what he was seeing. Kagerou had scooted forward to check on him, and now Mas was completely boxed in by his friend’s legs and was staring down a cock that was bigger than he was. He was so turned on by what he was seeing; his already rock hard and his dick was twitching in anticipation. Mas stared as Kagerou’s towering dick twitched in unison with his. Both of their cocks were streaming pre.
“Are you ok?” Kagerou asked with genuine concern audible in his voice. He was trying ignore their mutual erection and focus on the fact that his friend was now less than a foot tall, but he was finding it very hard to do so. Some part in the back of his mind was excited by how tiny Mas was now, and he could tell that Mas was very excited to be as small as he was.
“Feelin’ great!” Mas replied emphatically as he lifted two enthusiastic thumbs up to his giant friend. Seeing his tiny friend’s response helped to calms Kagerou’s nerves a little, but he was still worried for the rapidly dwindling boy.
Mas decided he needed to get up close and personal with that person sized cock. Kagerou let out a small gasp as Mas hopped up on one of his nuts. Kagerou’s nuts were very large by normal people standards, but to Mas they were like large beanbag chairs and served as a perfect route for him to follow to get to the main event. He quickly scrambled up and over Kagerou’s enormous balls. Mas was so light that it didn’t even hurt. If anything the feeling of Mas’s tiny feet massaging his balls was amazingly pleasant.
Mas was now on even footing with his friend’s massive member, and he could see that it was definitely bigger than he was. It was easily twice as thick as Mas’s own waist and appeared a little less than a foot taller than him. Kagerou watched in fascination as the ten inch boy measured himself up against Kagerou’s own footlong. Mas was a little fascinated and a lot horny standing in the presence of such a monstrous wang. He wanted nothing more than to please the colossal cock. Mas wrapped his arms around the tree trunk cock. It was so big around that he could barely get his fingers to touch on the other side. Slowly and methodically, Mas squatted down and stood back up, all while keeping his arms tightly wrapped in a great big bear hug around the enormous cock. He could hear his giant friend moaning in pleasure behind him as more and more pre seeped out of the tip of the treelike dong.
Kagerou fell back onto his elbows as his tiny friend masterfully jacked him off. He couldn’t even believe how great it felt. Kagerou wanted to let his eyes roll back and just go along for the ride, but he was enjoying watching Mas work too much. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was taking an unusual bit of pride in knowing that his cock was now larger than his friend. At the rate things were going, soon Mas would be completely dwarfed by his enormous dick. Kagerou tried to shake the image from his mind, but it was already too late. Just thinking about Mas being even smaller was getting him hornier, and since their libidos were linked, Mas was getting more worked up as well.
Mas could tell that Kagerou was really enjoying his efforts and stepped up the pace. His muscles were already sore from all the squats, but he spurred himself on to work faster and faster. He hugged Kagerou’s cock even tighter as he slid his body up and down, grinding his own cock against the soft flesh of his giant friend’s massive dick in the process. As Mas lifted upwards, the skin on Kagerou’s cock would roll forward and eclipse the large, spongy tip. As Mas squatted down, the skin pulled back, exposing the head and allowing the pre to flow freely. Mas was getting completely coated in pre in the process, but he did not mind one bit. If anything the extra lubrication just made grinding his cock against Kagerou’s feel even better. He also did not mind the taste of the slightly bitter liquid as he licked and kissed his friend’s giant cock.
Kagerou’s cock began to lurch violently as the giant boy struggled to keep from blowing his load all over his tiny friend, but he couldn’t cum even If he wanted to. They were still linked, and Mas had far better control than Kagerou and had no intention of stopping just yet. Mas dug his fingers into the puffed out, extra sensitive underside of Kagerou’s cock as he continued to slide up and down. He could tell both from the shudders coming from the massive boy and from the increase in their shared arousal that his new technique was well appreciated. Mas was finding it harder and harder to keep from blowing his load. He could tell that Kagerou was more than ready for release as well; the head of the boy’s giant cock was now almost permanently flair out. Kagerou’s massive dick was shuddering even more violently.
Mas’s own body was shuddering as he struggled to maintain his composure. His abs were already seizing up in preparation for the next blast. He no longer had the will nor desire to hold off. The cum burst forth from his cock was impressive force. The powerful jets of spooge splashed against the side of Kagerou’s gigantic dick and against Mas’s chest, abs and face. His nuts were being drained so fast and so forcefully that his balls actually ached with pleasure. He was so wracked with pleasure that he fell to his knees in front of the enormous wang. Mas’s face and chest were pressed up against Kagerou’s cock as he slid down along the shaft, getting more and more coated in his own spunk in the process.
Kagerou came in unison with his tiny friend. Even by his standards it was an absolutely huge volley of spunk, but for Mas it was a veritable monsoon of spooge. Large droplets of cum splashed down against Kagerou’s cut abs like goopy meteors. Mas was soon so coated in Kagerou’s spunk that he couldn’t even tell if he had any of his own on him.
Kagerou’s shuddering and shooting slowly came to a stop. He was so winded, but he felt so good. This was easily the greatest afterglow he had ever experienced. He would have been content to just peacefully drift off to sleep after that, but he was still worried about Mas’s shrinking. He didn’t know if it would stop or if it was reversible. Mas kept claiming that it would fix itself, but Kagerou wasn’t so sure. He trusted Mas, but Mas himself said that he had never been this small before.
Kagerou felt another soothing rush of energy enter into him, but this time he didn’t get the increased arousal that went with it. He looked down Mas peacefully drifting along in the river of cum as it slowly oozed off the side of Kagerou’s tummy. Kagerou reached down and plucked to tiny form of his friend from the muck. Mas had to be less than three inches tall now, and he looked completely exhausted.
“Are you sure you’re ok?” Kagerou asked hesitantly.
“Never better.” came Mas’s weak reply. “I think I’m done… I can’t get smaller. I have nothing else to give.”
Kagerou nodded understandingly. Mas’s size seemed tied to his mana. Now that he was too exhausted to maintain their link, it made sense that he was running on empty. “You need to rest.”
“I need to get cleaned up.” Mas replied. “I look like a frickin’ swamp beast.”
A playful smile spread across Kagerou’s face. “Here. Let me help you with that.” Kagerou tilted the palm of his hand and let his tiny friend slide right out onto his tongue. He closed his mouth and pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth. With his tiny friend safely pinned down, Kagerou sucked on the tiny boy’s body while savoring the taste of his friend’s skin and his own cum. He wished he could still feel some of what Mas was feeling, but he was pretty sure the small boy was enjoying it. Eventually, Kagerou could no longer taste his cum and figured that Mas was plenty clean.
Mas was completely caught off guard as he felt the ground tilt under him. Soon he was plummeting straight into his giant friend’s mouth. Oddly enough, he didn’t feel afraid. Despite having only just met, he trusted the wind mage. He was having trouble thinking of the massive giant whose mouth he was currently in as that skittish kid that was following him around earlier, but those two were one in the same. Kagerou had come to his aid in his hour of need, and there was no way he would just eat Mas after all they had been through together. Mas relaxed and let himself be rocked along by the warm, wet mass of muscle that he was riding. It was a strangely comfortable position to be in. It was almost like riding a water bed with a mind of its own. The tiny buds along the surface of the tongue gently massaged him as he rocked back and forth with the roils of the tongue.
Kagerou opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. His friend was still safely stuck to the slightly sticky topside off his tongue. Kagerou once again plucked up his friend’s tiny form. He held Mas up to his eye so he could get a better look. “How was that?” He asked curiously.
“Amazing.” Mas replied groggily. He was still very much exhausted from his recent ordeals and was feeling pretty content with himself and his new friend. Kagerou smiled back. Mas so happy to see Kagerou smile. He couldn’t even recall seeing the pale boy crack a smile before, definitely not one of this magnitude. Even at normal size, the happy grin that spread across Kagerou’s face would have been amazingly sweet, but at Mas’s reduced size, his friend’s beaming face filled his entire field of vision.
Kagerou tenderly wiped his tiny friend off with a clean corner of his blanket and set the small boy down towards the edge of his pillow. Kagerou then flopped down into his bed, his head resting solidly in the center of the pillow. The impact caused Mas to bounce up a bit, but he landed softly right back on the pillow. “If you’re not bigger in the morning, I’m taking you in to the nurse.” Kagerou said sleepily.
“Deal.” Mas replied with a yawn. The two of them drifted off gazing into each other’s eyes.
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Alan stretched as he got out of bed. He was so glad to finally have the weird cock statue back in its box where it belonged. He could feel his huge cock and massive balls hanging heavily from his groin. Apparently, returning the idol didn’t reverse his growths, but hopefully it would stop him from getting any bigger. Alan didn’t particularly mind, though. It’s not like he could even remember what it was like to have a normal sized dick anyway. As far as he could remember he had around three feet of cock dangling between his legs for years. He had always been pretty well endowed, even as a kid, but when puberty had hit, it had hit hard.
He remembered back in the first year of middle school how he would sneak peaks on the older kids as they changed for gym class. Many of them had already hit their growth spurts and had hair down there, but they were all far less hung than he was. They had teased him a lot for it. Many of them had accused him of shaving or waxing his hair off just to make it look like he hadn’t hit puberty yet, but when he finally did start growing, they all shut up really quick. By the time he was sixteen his dick was well over the two foot mark with massive NBA certified basketball sized nuts to go along with it. By the time he was eighteen, his dick had finally capped out at the thirty-seven inch beast he now had swinging around with two beach balls to go along with it.
To say he was the envy of every guy in school would be understating it a bit, but his title made him an easy target for ridicule. It was especially rough on him, since he was gay, or maybe being gay was especially rough because he was so hung. However you looked at it, the end result was the same. He would have preferred to not come out as early as he had, but when you sprout an eighteen inch boner in the middle of middle school gym class, it’s kind of hard to stay in the closet. Despite all of the bullying, Alan had a pretty good time in high school. He had gotten so much ass back then because of his monster cock.
He had had no shortage of guys who wanted a go with him and plenty of the lady folk, too. He had messed around enough with them to know that they were not for him. It probably comes as no surprise that quite a few of those guys that were into him were also the ones who gave him so much grief at school. Alan just rolled with it. He didn’t mind getting knocked down every so often in the hallways because he knew that those same guys would be going down on him behind the bleachers as soon as their friends were gone. Alan smiled to himself and rubbed his swelling cock as he remembered what it was like to have the big bad jocks struggling to wrap their mouths around the head of his forty inches.
Alan was feeling pretty gross about now, and he figured he probably smelled just as bad. He was still covered in dried sweat and cum from the amazing blowjob John had given him earlier. Although, given Alan’s size, it was less of a blowjob and more of a pole dance. Either way, it was incredibly hot, and Alan had blown his biggest load in years. There were still splatters of jizz stuck to the ceiling to prove it.
Alan grabbed a towel from the clean clothes pile and draped it over his shoulder. He hummed a relaxing tune as he casually strolled the hallway of the dorm floor. He could tell that many of the guys who were hanging around were trying not to stare at his humongous cock, but all of them were sneaking peeks. A few of the more brash ones were even full on staring. Alan smiled and gave a quick nod to one of the guys that was unabashedly checking him out, causing the guy to quickly turn his gaze elsewhere.
Alan loved the feeling of his massive nuts jiggling around and his enormous cock swinging as he walked. His huge beach ball sized nuts dangled down to his knees, and his massive floppy cock reached halfway down his shins.
Alan entered the communal shower room and draped his towel over one of the benches and entered an empty stall. The shower room had once been completely open, and it showed. The partitions between shower heads had been crudely added at a later date; cheap looking cinderblock walls stood on either side of each shower head to create a rudimentary shower stall. There were no doors or curtains covering up the open side of the narrow cubicles. Many guys brought their own tension bars and curtains, but Alan was never much of one for modesty; he preferred to let it all hang out whenever possible.
Alan took the stall that was directly across from the entrance to the shower room; this ensured that everyone who came in would get a clear line of sight at him. He just loved to see the looks on guys’ faces as they saw him standing there in all his nude glory.
He hummed the latest sappy pop-tune as he spun the knob and waited patiently outside of the stall for the stream to finally decide to stop spewing out ice water and start spraying water that was much more enjoyable to stand under. Alan kind of hated that he knew every word of this song by heart now. He actually really enjoyed the shittiest of pop tunes that got churned out by whatever teen heartthrob the record labels wanted to market. If anyone would ask him, he would fervently deny ever listening to such mindless drivel, but he honestly and unironically enjoyed the crap.
Once his shower reached suitably scalding levels, Alan hopped into the steamy cubical and stood under the toasty rain. The hot water was already doing wonders for him. He no longer felt dirty and sticky. All the dried up jizz was washing right away with the stream.
Alan pumped a few squirts of shampoo from one of the bottles that were mounted on the wall onto the palm of his hand. Many of the other guys here preferred to bring their own soaps and shampoos, but this stuff was free. Alan never did put as much stock in fancy soaps as other people seemed to, and this stuff seemed to be pretty decent quality. He slowly massaged the shampoo into his scalp while continuing to mutter along with the song in his head “I got a pocket fulla, I got a pocket fulla, I got a pocket fulla sunshine.”
By this time he had a bit of an audience, but he didn’t really care. None of them were there for his singing voice, no matter how deep or soulful it may be. All eyes were on the three and a half plus feet of schlong swinging along as he grooved to the music.
Alan was well aware of the other guys who had trickled into the showers after him and had taken up residence in the stalls directly across from him. It was obvious from their choice of showers, that they wanted the best view possible of the impressive equipment that the otherwise perfectly average looking dude was sporting. Alan knew how to work a crowd and was in an exceedingly good mood today, so he decided to really put on a show.
Alan started off lathering up his shoulders first. This area by itself wouldn’t be particularly sensational, but Alan added a little something extra as he worked. As his hands slid over his shoulders and under his arms he moaned and swished his hips as if he was making out with some invisible paramour. His hands steadily dipped lower and lower, massaging every point of his body with suds and lather as he went. Soon he had reached his groin. As he massaged the soap into his neatly maintained patch of brown pubes with one hand, he lifted up his massive cock with the other. He held his cock draped over his forearm like a white cloth on a waiter’s arm. He then used his free hand to sensually stroke his cock like an evil mastermind would stroke his cat. Alan could tell that he definitely had the attention of all the guys by this point. One or two of them may have harbored some attraction for him, but the others were staring out of pure jealously.
Alan found himself enjoying the attention a bit more than he had anticipated. Between the steady massaging of his dick and the looks from all the other guys, Alan was soon well past half mast. Since he no longer needed to use one of his hands to hold his dick up, Alan felt like this would be a great time to clean his nuts. Of course, he did a lot more than just clean them though. He reached down and dug his soapy fingers into his massive, beach ball sized nuts. He moaned seductively as he massaged and kneaded both of his massive orbs. His now rock hard boner bumped him in the face signaling that now would be a good time to move to other areas, lest he blow his load before he finished.
Alan stood upright and found that the tip of his cock reached just barely above his collarbone. The meaty spire was almost as thick around as his waist. Alan spun around and began kneading his slightly fuzzy buns. It was commonly accepted fact that his ass was one of his best features, second to his incredible cock and balls, obviously. His nice, round bubble butt had a nice layer of brown hairs covering it. Alan was not particularly hairy overall, but he never did care for shaving anywhere other than his face. He usually just buzzed his body hairs short to keep them from looking messy and called it good.
As he played with his ass, Alan made sure to spread his legs nice and wide that the other guys could still get a nice view of his hefty nuts between his legs. He spread his cheeks nice and wide and even slipped a finger or three in his exposed hole as he continued to ham it up for anyone who might be watching. The shower gel didn’t make the best lube, but it worked well enough for his purposes. Having fingers up his hole was just getting him even more worked up. It had been days since he had been properly reamed. Alan made a silent note to himself to remember to get Steve sufficiently drunk and horny tonight if they didn’t decide to go hit the frat scene.
He was already streaming pre by this point and was dangerously close to blowing his load. Alan turned back around, exposing his massive, throbbing erection to the audience. It was so tall now that he didn’t even have to bend over to lock lips with it; he just had to crane his neck down a little bit. He placed his lips right on top of the humongous, oozing opening of his cock. He kissed deeply, sucking up mouthfuls of his own pre-cum in the process. His slit was so huge that it was like kissing another human mouth. He slid his tongue as deep down inside as he could reach. The feeling was indescribable. The inner lining of his cock seemed even more sensitive than the outside. He could feel the pressure from his tongue pushing against the inside of his cock head and it felt almost like he was desperately needing to cum, but from the top down this time. Alan was already wondering what it would be like to use something a little bigger than his tongue.
He was so close to cumming now that he could taste it, literally. He staggered back and leaned against the wall of the shower room. He slowly slid down until he was seated flat on his ass; his enormous nuts filled his entire lap at this point. He wrapped both hands around his cock and began pumped vigorously. His nuts were clenching up; his cock was spasming violently; the massive spongy head was flaring up and streaming even more pre than before; his hips were bucking wildly. All signs pointed to the biggest cumshot in human history. Finally, he could hold it back no longer. He pushed forward and his cock and lifted his hips up as he creamed all over the room. Giant ropes of spooge flung through the air with the greatest of ease. Alan’s cock continued to buck and twitch and shoot wildly. His massive load fired all across the far side of the room coating tiles, showerheads, students, light fixtures, and anything else that happened to be lucky enough to be in the path. Alan had to lie there for a few minutes while he waited for his legs to stop feeling like jelly and his breathing to return to a more normal rate.
The other guys in the room just stared at him in silence as they tried to process what had happened. A few of them had had their mouths open as they watched in awe of the gigantic globs on jizz whizzing through the air. Of those who ended up with mouthfuls of cum, two of them tried to spit it out, but found that washing spunk out of their mouths was easier said than done. The others just went with it and swallowed. After all, it was already in their mouths; by that point the damage had been done. One other guy, had had his mouth closed at the time but wasn’t about to miss out on a chance like this. He opened his mouth and let the massive load ooze down his face and down his throat.
Alan unsteadily got to his feet and proudly strode from the showers. His monstrous cock bumped against his ankles as he did so.
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Sam was rudely awakened by Jake and Tyler unceremoniously ripping the covers off of him. He shivered as the cool air made contact with his now naked skin. After the events in the field last night, all three of the boys had loaded into Jake’s jeep and spent the night at Tyler’s house. Fortunately, the jeep had been far enough away that it had not been crushed by any of the massive dicks that had filled the landscape. It hadn’t escaped unscathed though. The exterior and much of the interior had been doused in cum.
Tyler’s bedroom was too thoroughly trashed to be useable, so the three of them shared the guest bedroom. Jake and Tyler had shared the bed and passed out in each others arms. Sam was happy to sleep on the couch downstairs, but his friends had other ideas. Jake had insisted that Sam sleep upstairs with them. That is to say that Jake grew Sam’s cock so large that the raven haired boy had choice no but to stay in the guest room with them; with a little effort Sam may have been able to squeeze through the door frame and head downstairs, but he really didn’t want to be seen by Tyler’s mom in his current state. As it was, Sam’s legs probably would have hung over the end if he had slept on the couch; he had no such trouble with his current set up. Sam had slept soundly face down on his ten foot long cock all night.
Sam groaned and rubbed his eyes. It was too damn early to be awake. He couldn’t see any light trickling in through the blinds which led him to believe that the sun wasn’t even up yet. They still had a few hours before they had to be at school. Sam tried to go back so sleep, but he could feel Jake and Tyler dragging him to his feet as his bed dwindled out from under him. “Shower time, Sammy!” Tyler announced happily.
Sam was wide awake by now. “Fine. Let go of me and I’ll get cleaned up.” He muttered.
“No can do, Sammy.” Tyler responded overly cheerfully. Tyler moved around to Sam’s front and pulled his legs out from under him while Jake slipped his ands under Sam’s arms. The two of them hoisted him up and carried him to the guest shower in this fashion. Sam went slack and let himself get carried. It was too damn early for him to bother fighting back, and he was getting the impression by now that once these two decided to do something, his best bet was to just go along with it.
Steam poured out of the bathroom as Tyler opened the door; they had already set the shower to run so it would be nice and warm by the time they got Sam in there. Sam was perfectly happy to hop in the shower and get himself cleaned up, but he was surprised to see Jake and Tyler climbing in with him. His two friends wasted no time in lathering him up. He was about to comment about how he had been bathing himself for years and was more than capable of taking care of matters himself when he felt his friends’ soapy hands begin to run over his body sensually; Tyler was kneading Sam’s huge cock and balls while Jake worked over his ass. Sam moaned softly as his dick slowly inflated. In a matter of moments his three foot tall boner was rock hard.
“Somehow I don’t feel like this is going to get me clean for long…” Sam commented in between heavy breaths.
“Oh, don’t you worry. We’ll take care of that for you.” Tyler replied with a wink. Tyler’s normally gelled up, blond hair was now so completely soaked that it lay flat against his head. It wasn’t a bad look for him. Certainly better than the look that Jake was sporting; his wild, unmanageable mop of brown hair just clumped together in weird, soggy wads and plastered itself to his head and face making him look like something out of a Japanese horror flick.
Sam could feel Tyler’s rock hard boner digging into his own immense shaft and Jake’s raging hard-on sliding back and forth between his cheeks. Sam was already leaking pre as he felt Jake’s and Tyler’s cocks begin to enlarge. In the span of a minute, Jake’s and Tyler’s dicks were so large that Sam was pinned between two person sized dicks.
The walk in shower was plenty large for one person and was still pretty manageable with three, but now that there were two giant cocks thrown into the mix, there was barely an inch of wiggle room in the stall. Sam was wedged tightly in between the two pillars of flesh. Jake and Tyler rocked their hips back and forth causing their dicks to rub up and down along Sam’s front and back as the two giant cocks frotted sensually with him stuck in between. He could feel the heat emanating from his friends’ gigantic boners and could even feel an occasionally shudder run down one or both of the massive tools as they slid over his body. Sam panted breathlessly as he continued to be rocked back and forth in such a manner.
He could taste the fresh shower water flowing into his open mouth as it rolled off of his skin, but the taste began to change on him. It was slow at first, but soon enough he could definitely make out the bitter, salty taste of pre. The steady waterfall of pre-cum seeping from his buds’ gigantic hard-ons was flowing down their shafts and onto him. Sam was getting thoroughly coated in the slippery substance, which just served to make the sensation even more pleasurable.
Sam was enjoying his position as being the third cock in a bizarre, giant frottage. It was strange how tiny and powerless he felt as he was sandwiched between two large dicks that were taller than he was. He could feel his own dick getting even harder and getting closer to erupting as he thought about how exciting and erotic it was to be so small. He quickly shoved the notion from his mind as his senses fogged over. Tyler’s gigantic cock was mashing his own respectable two foot stiffy into his abs as the blond continued to thrust. Sam knew he wouldn’t hold out much longer such sensual grinding.
Sam was caught a little by surprise as he felt Jake and Tyler’s bean bag chair sized nuts begin to pull up. In a matter of moments, Sam’s two friends were unleashing a torrent of jizz from their two fleshy volcanoes. The tips of their dicks were already so high off the ground that they were pressed up against the ceiling so when they started cumming, the spunk just sprayed everywhere. Jizz rained down all over Sam in far greater quantities than the water from the showerhead. Pretty soon all three of them were coated in the stuff. Spooge continually seeped into Sam’s mouth as he gasped breathlessly. He couldn’t bring himself to spit any of it out, and instead had to keep swallowing more and more in order to be able to get clean breaths of air.
Jake and Tyler still showed no signs of slowing down. Even though they had just creamed the entire shower, their cocks were still quite hard. They continued to grind against each other’s cock with Sam stuck in between. Now that all of them were coated in spunk, the friction from their thrusting caused the layer of jizz coating Sam to foam and froth. It was almost like Sam was being scrubbed clean once again, but these foaming bubbles were nowhere near as effective as the soapy suds from earlier.
Sam was barely even aware that the shower seemed to be getting even more cramped than it already was. His wang was now so tightly wedged in between his torso and Tyler’s monstrous dick that it was starting to get a little painful. Yet despite the mild discomfort, it was feeling even more sensitive and pleasant. He wanted to cum so bad by this point, but his dick was smashed between a cock and a hard place. The pressure exerted on it was so much that it was preventing him from blowing his load. He could feel his cock shuddering in futility as it tried to shoot, but his stream just didn’t have the necessary pressure to eject.
As the pressure continued to build and build in the base of his cock, he could also feel the pressure pressing down on him and his dick increasing as well. It wasn’t until the tip of his own dick pressed against the side of his face that he realized what was happening. Tyler’s spunk still had all of its old properties. Sam’s cock was now swelling unchecked thanks to his recent dosage. He was hovering between heaven and hell as the most amazing sensations wracked his body, but he could not do anything to find release. He could feel the spongy tip of his cock twitching violently against the side of his face as it struggled to unload.
As Sam’s cock grew and grew, so did the pressure welling up inside. It was only a matter of time before the dam burst, but Sam was beginning to doubt he could keep his sanity that long. His knees had already long since turned to jelly, and he was only able to remain upright because he was pinned in place by the collection of gigantic cocks that filled the stall.
Sam let out a load groan that was equal parts sensual moan of pleasure and primal scream of release as the pressure within finally exceeded that of the pressure without. The long, pressurized rope of cum fired out of the tip of his cock like laser. His abs seized up so tightly with each shot that it felt like he had done three hundred sit-ups in the span of five seconds. His stomach muscles were cramping and sore, but the pain paled in comparison to the pure, unbridled ecstasy of release.
Jake and Tyler had never heard a sound like the before in their life, definitely not from Sam. Sam was always the quietest of the bunch. He would moan and groan during sex, but it was always soft and rhythmic. The shriek that he had just emitted was so raw and primal that it bordered of feral. For a brief moment there, Jake thought someone must have popped bloodlust. There was so much pure, unfettered sexual desire in that one sound that it sent both Jake and Tyler over the edge all over again.
The next hail of spunk from Jake and Tyler was just as messy as the last, but now everything was already well coated in jizz. The new eruptions just added another layer of spunk onto the already saturated landscape. Tyler had just about lost any semblance of rational thought from the continual cumshots, but he could tell the shower was getting even more cramped. With his last bit of willpower he shoved against the door. The glass door swung open, and he spilled out of the stall and onto the soaked floor. There was a good sized gap between the top of the partition and the ceiling of the bathroom, and so large quantities of spooge had already flooded the rest of the bathroom. There was now a few inches of standing jizz flooding the floor.
Tyler staggered to his feet and reached back into the now open stall and grabbed Jake’s hand. He pulled hard to free his lover from the steadily tightening confines. Jake popped loose and crashed into Tyler. The two of them looked back at the shower and watched in awe as Sam’s dick continued to grow. Sam’s immense cock had already begun to soften, which was really fortunate, since it had already hit the ceiling. As his cock continued to deflate and grow, it curved backwards until it hit the wall behind him and then arced back down.
By the time he was done growing, he filled pretty much every inch of space in the shower stall. His colossal nuts filled out the entirety of the lower third of the stall, and even spilled out through the open doorway a bit. Sam himself was lying vertically, sandwiched between the two halves of his own cock as it rose up in front of him and then did a u-turn and came back down behind him. Sam looked as if his brain had completely shut down from that mind-blowing orgasm. He continued to lie there panting heavily, with his eyes rolled back in his head. He had the biggest, goofiest grin plastered on his pink flushed face.
Jake and Tyler exchanged a quick silent nod as they took stock of their friend. He wouldn’t be in any condition to move for a bit, and they had a deadline to meet. Thanks to their little shower three-way they both had to get cleaned up once again. Tyler reached in and fumbled blindly for the dial that controlled the shower head. He had a general idea of where to look, but it was pinned under Sam’s gigantic floppy schlong. Tyler’s arm was getting tired from having to fight the sheer weight of Sam’s beast by the time he finally found it. He spun the dial all the way to the right to shut it off and then rushed out of the bathroom to catch up with his boyfriend.
Tyler made sure to wipe himself off as best he could before following Jake into his mother’s bedroom. He was so glad his mom had already left for an early day at the office, but it still felt weird to be naked in his mom’s room. He practically dashed across the room and into the last remaining shower in the house. Having already trashed the other two, Tyler knew they had to keep it in their pants this time… metaphorically speaking.
Jake was already in the master shower lathering himself up. Tyler quietly hopped in with him and did the same. They managed to keep things pretty tame this time around; there were a few kisses snuck in and maybe a coiled washrag slap across the ass or two, but the hanky-panky was kept to a bare minimum. It really helped that Tyler was finding it very hard to bone in his mom’s room. When their brief wash down was complete, the two of them rushed back to the guest bath to check on Sam.
Sam was in much the same state that they had left him in. The lithe, pale teen was still barely conscious, but he seemed a little more coherent this time; his eyes seemed to lazily follow Jake and Tyler as they approached. “Alright. Down you go.” Tyler said to Sam much the way someone would speak to a frightened cat as they pulled it down from a tree. Once he got his arms around Sam’s chest he then called back to Jake. “Yo. Shrink him down, would ya?”
“Way ahead of you.” Jake replied as his eyes glowed blue with psychic energies. Tyler could already feel Sam getting heavier as his perch dwindled out from under him. Sam sleepily muttered something unintelligible as his feet touched the ground and he fell onto Tyler. Sam was a little bit taller than Tyler, but Tyler was well muscled. Sam’s lithe body was hardly difficult for him to hold up.
Jake grabbed a hold of Sam’s legs, and he and Tyler carried Sam over to the master bathroom. Tyler could have carried Sam all by himself easily enough, but that would have meant that Sam’s legs would drag along the carpet as they went; Sam was still so covered in cum that he would have left a slimy trail everywhere he went.
The water was still nice and warm from Jake and Tyler’s quick shower just minutes before. As the warm water washed over him and rinsed off the layers of cum that were caked on his pale skin, he began to feel more and more like himself. He was pleasantly surprised at how well behaved Jake and Tyler were this time around, but Sam figured that they probably were running out of bathrooms in the house and couldn’t risk trashing this one too.
Sam was only partially correct. While it was true that they were indeed running out of useable showers, the real reason Jake and Tyler were keeping things civil was because they were on a stricter timetable than usual. They had already made a few plans for the day and one of them involved stopping somewhere on their way in for he last day of school.
Sam felt like he was being railroaded along as Jake and Tyler set him up with a new toothbrush and some toothpaste and let him finish getting cleaned up. Jake and Tyler were being suspiciously quiet this morning, and any time he pry them for information, Jake would forcibly change the subject before Tyler could accidentally let some key info slip. Sam shrugged it off and went about getting ready for the day. He just wished he had his normal toiletries. Tyler used this weird all natural toothpaste brand that kind of smelled and tasted like spackle, and Sam was finding that his hair was being pretty unmanageable today. He took a quick look at the gel that Tyler used, but he couldn’t bring himself to use it. He hated that hard plasticy feeling that went along with using low budget, industrial strength deck sealant as a hair product.
When Sam finished up, he went back over to the spare guest room where Tyler and Jake were waiting for him. They had already set out an outfit for him, complete with a pair of oddly colored and shaped boxer briefs. Sam picked up the briefs and looked at them curiously. They looked a lot like the custom style he had made for them yesterday, but this one was a far different color. The ones he had made were black, but this one was a very pale pinkish beige; it was such a pale shade that they might as well have just been plain white.
“We washed them for ya, Sammy!” Tyler chimed in enthusiastically. Sam raised an eyebrow skeptically as he looked up at Tyler. He then looked back at the pair of undies and realized that they were exactly the same size and cut as the pair he made for himself the day before. He studied it for a minute longer. There was no way Jake and Tyler could have made this. Sure, Jake might be able to remember how to set up the template and Tyler could cut out the pieces, but Sam highly doubted either of them knew how to sew them together. It was then that Sam noticed a slight tickle in his nose. It was like he was picking up a faint chemical smell. It was too light to actually smell, but it was enough to make his nostrils itch. Sam hesitantly brought the briefs closer to his nose. He tried to be as discrete as possible as he took a quick whiff, but it’s hard to not look like a creeper when sniffing underwear.
Sam gagged a bit from the smell. “What did you do? Soak this in bleach all night?”
“Not all night.” Tyler replied casually. It was as if he didn’t even realized how badly he had screwed up. “They were really dirty and a normal wash cycle didn’t seem to do the trick.”
That answered that. These were in fact the pair that Sam had made the day before, but they had had all the color bleached right out of them. On the plus side, Sam didn’t mind the color, and they did seem to be remarkably clean now. There did not appear to be a single cum-stain on it, but then again if there was, it would blend in perfectly with the now white fabric. Sam shrugged and slipped the pair of underoos on. He figured that there was only a minor chance of there being enough bleach residue on it to cause any harm to him, and he was starting to miss actually having clothes to wear.
Sam looked down at the big, empty pouch in the front of his pants. These underwear were designed to fit someone with a much, much larger cock than he currently had. His two footer would have made pretty much any man alive jealous, but even Sam’s current plus sized dick paled in comparison to the hundreds of feet of dick that all three of them had managed to have before Jake learned to control the power.
Sam didn’t have much time to survey the empty pouch before he felt a familiar rush course through his body. Within seconds he could already see his cock pressing against the formerly loose fabric. “Oh, come on. Can’t I just have a normal dick for once.” Sam sighed as his dick fully filled out his briefs.
“No can do. See. Everyone else thinks we have a condition. If we suddenly show up with dicks smaller than what we had been flaunting at school the day before, people will start to question us. We’d then have to explain why we were so huge the day before. This way people have to just accept it.” Jake explained calmly. The devious twinkle in his eye undermined his logical reasoning, though. Sam figured there was probably a little truth to what Jake was saying, but what was more likely the case was that Jake just wanted to flaunt his massive junk some more, and that had seemed like the best excuse to keep his cock super sized.
Sam begrudgingly sighed and accepted that he would just have to go along with it. He had no control over the size of his dick anymore, and if Jake felt like being capricious psychic sorcerer, then Sam had no choice but to play along.
“You know… if we were supposedly still growing, wouldn’t it be weird if we were the same size as yesterday?” Tyler asked with a definite devious tinge to his voice. The mischievous twinkle in his eyes made it doubly clear that he was up to his old games.
Sam sighed inwardly as he noticed Jake’s mouth curl upward into an impish smirk. Sure enough, Jake’s eyes blazed blue once more and Sam felt his pouch filling out even more. The fabric strained and stretched against the expanding mass of cock and balls held within. Sam could feel a bit of a draft on his crotch, and a quick glance down revealed why. His pants were now so tightly packed that the waistband was pulling further and further away from him. He had to have a good four or five inches of the base of his monstrous cock exposed already. Sam’s cock was now so large that it was even wider than his waist, and given how long and slim his dick was, that meant it had to be absurdly long. Sam’s nuts were so huge that even though they were being squished down a bit by the fabric, they still rested on the floor and crested at about his hips. Each one nut was far larger than any bean bag chair he had ever seen. He actually considered renting out his junk as a set of exercise balls at the gym. He could make a little money on the side, and let hot muscle jocks climb all over his nuts; what was not to like?
His cock draped over his immense nuts and then curled back around. His obscene bulge stretched out a good five or six feet in front of him and was probably about four feet at its thickest point. The only reason his package wasn’t wider than it was long was because his nuts were slightly staggered in their clot confines instead of resting directly side by side. Given the sheer magnitude of his junk, Sam figured he had to have at least twelve feet of dick tucked away in his obscenely overflowing briefs.
Jake and Tyler wasted no time in throwing their boxer briefs on as well. Their respective junks swelled up even more than Sam’s did. Tyler always did like to show off a bit, and so it was no surprise when he packed his britches to max capacity and then some. His cock was a bit thicker than Sam’s comparatively speaking, so even though Tyler’s cock probably capped out at ten feet, his shaft was far thicker, and so were his nuts. His briefs were so overly stuffed that the last six inches of the base of his cock hung out and the back side clung to every contour of his sculpted, muscular ass.
Jake ended being up larger than the other two by quite a large margin. His simply massive package ignored all pretense of being modest. The fabric was stretched so thin that is had become practically sheer. Every vein and contour of his junk was clearly on display, despite being ostensibly covered. His dick was longer than Sam’s and thicker than Tyler’s, and either of his nuts would probably make a suitable couch for two people to sit on. He had almost a foot of cock exposed between the top of his waistband and the base of his shaft. His exposed bushy batch of brown pubes looked almost comically out of place.
Tyler grabbed a few shirts from the pile of clean clothes that he had at the foot of the bed and distributed them among them. Sam was given one that he assumed was one of Tyler’s before the blond hottie had started really bulking at the gym, and given the power rangers motif, Sam assumed that had been quite a few years ago. It fit rather well though. It was a little short, but it fit him snugly without being painfully tight. The thin fabric of the T-shirt clung to his torso tightly and highlighted his small, tightly packed muscles. Sam’s chiseled six pack was clearly visible even with the shirt on.
Jake was given a large jersey to wear. It covered him up well enough, and was probably the only thing in Tyler’s closet that could reach down low enough on Jake’s incredibly tall frame. Even so, it only barely reached past Jake’s navel. The sleeveless, shiny blue article of clothing seemed to somehow accentuate just how lanky Jake was.
Tyler pulled on a very tight fitting muscle shirt. His shirt was sleeveless too, but it had to opposite effect on him. It accentuated his big, bulging muscles even more. It clung to the contours of his bulging pecs and rippling abs, and seemed to form a around his shoulders to draw even more attention to his impressively jacked arms. The way Tyler’s clothes accentuated his muscular physique seemed somehow hotter and more erotic than if he had been completely nude.
“Great! It’s go time!” Tyler clapped his hands together happily as he spoke.
“Aren’t we forgetting something?” Sam inquired.
“Nah. The books and bags are already in the car from yesterday.” Tyler replied.
Sam just fidgeted and cleared his throat while gesturing towards their pants… or lack thereof. “You’re not really going out dressed like that, are you?” Sam finally managed to ask.
“Sure we are!” Tyler replied enthusiastically. “We won’t find any pants that fit over out bulges, and these cover everything up well enough, right?”
Sam just shook his head in disbelief at what he was hearing. It seemed like his two friends got more and more brazen by the day. The worst part was was that he already knew he was going to go along with it. Sam finally sighed in defeat. “Fine. Let’s just get it over with.”
The three of them filed into Jake’s still cum-flecked jeep; the thing had taken a bit of a pounding during the previous night where all three boys had ended up with mountain sized cocks, but it still ran fine. As they set off down the road Sam fished out his backpack and rummaged around inside. He quickly found his cell phone and was surprised to see that the battery was pretty much fully charged. Sam thought this was odd, but didn’t think too much of it. He deftly unlocked the screen and began poking around. He quickly noticed something else odd. He had new texts to and from Lyle. Sam had gotten the cute redhead’s phone number yesterday morning, but had been struggling to work up the nerve to actually text him. Before Sam could investigate further Tyler interrupted him.
Sam looked up to see his buff, blond buddy spun around in his seat and beaming proudly at him. “So, as you’ve already heard. Jake and I are having our first legit, official date tonight!”
“So I heard. Congratulation.” Sam replied coolly.
“Yeah. We already got four tickets for the midnight launch of that movie that Jake wanted to see tonight!”
Sam knew exactly what movie Tyler was talking about. All the previews made it look like nothing but a flurry of aliens and explosions. It looked amazingly shitty and stupid, which meant it was probably going to be a lot of fun. “Awesome. I hope you guys have a great ti- did you say four tickets?” Sam’s voice cracked a little at the end as he rapidly shifted from insincere to incredulous.
“I did indeed.” Tyler replied with the same smug smile he had had on his face since they had left the house. They were both jostled a bit as Jake pulled a powerslide into a narrow parking spot that would have made the Blues Brothers proud. Sam looked around and quickly realized they weren’t at school. It was far too early for them to be at school anyway, but Jake and Tyler had been rushing him out the door this morning. Now that Sam looked up and saw where they were it was starting to fall into place. They were at the coffee shop down the road, the one that Lyle worked at.
Sam suddenly felt very nervous as he turned his phone back on and looked at his new texts.
“Dude. You working this morning.” Was the text that ostensibly came from him.
“Yeah. 5-11” Came the rely from Lyle.
“Perfect.” Was fake Sam’s reply.
Sam looked up from his phone to see both Jake and Tyler grinning at him. “We can’t refund the ticket, you know. So you had better ask him out.” Jake commented with an aura of smug satisfaction.
“You’ll do fine, Sammy. We’ll be right behind you.” Tyler remarked soothingly. Sam was definitely feeling a bit better knowing his best buds would be there to be his wingman, but he still didn’t like the thought of asking someone out in a crowded room, especially not when his mammoth meat was going to ensure that he was the center of attention.
Sam shakily got out of the car and slowly made his way to the coffee shop. He could feel his heart beating in his chest and sweat forming on his skin. He was so nervous that he could barely even feel it as his massive cock smacked into the door. His junk protruded so far out in front of him that his dick had pushed the door open for him long before he got close enough to place a hand on the door. His nuts were a bit too thick for the doorway so he had slowly squeeze his way through. The slight pressure from smooshing his balls through the entryway was fairly pleasant, but there was enough force there that he could tell if he had tried to push his way through too fast he’d be in a world of hurt.
Before he knew it, he was standing at the counter waiting to order. The entire process of walking through the store had been a complete blur to him. Sam had to stand sideways at the counter in order to get close. His monstrous wang was currently pointed off to the side, completely blocking any and all access to the little cooler where the deli sandwiches were kept, but it was far too early for anyone to care about buying some of those anyway.
As luck would have it, the person to come take his order was none other than Lyle himself. Although, it really wouldn’t be considered luck at all, since the moment the tall redhead saw Sam enter, he made sure to swap tasks with someone else so he could man the register. Now that they were face to face, Sam found that he had forgotten what he had come there to talk about. He had apparently forgotten how to talk altogether for that matter.
The next thing Sam knew, Tyler was whispering in his ear. “Movie. Ask him.”
Sam nodded slowly and worked of forcing the words out. “Movie.” He blurted out awkwardly. “I mean. Tonight. At midnight. There’s a midnight release for a new movie. I mean, of course a midnight release is at midnight, but I was wondering if you wanted to come… please?” Sam slowly muddled his way through his sentence, which would have been absolutely endearing and adorable in its own right, but the soulful, heartfelt please at the end was the real deal-sealer. There was a collective “awwww” from just about every man, woman, and child in the shop that morning.
Lyle grimaced a bit. “I open tomorrow morning…”
“So?” Tyler cut in. “You’ll have plenty of time after you get off today. Just power slam some Nyquil and sleep from noon to eleven, and you’ll be fine for the rest of the night.”
“I have shoots after work today, though.” Lyle furrowed his brow as he replied. He really wanted to go, but he had so much riding on his session today; he just couldn’t risk screwing that up.
“Oh for Christ’s sake.” A dark haired, middle aged woman behind the counter sighed in exasperation. “Jenkins! Are you free to work tomorrow?”
“Uh. Sure.” Came the reply from the twenty something girl who was working the cappuccino machine.
“Great. Be in at five.” The shift manager replied. “Now stop making excuses and have fun for once.” She said to Lyle.
“Right!” Then he turned back to Sam. “So… what time should we meet up?”
“We’ll be at the theater at about eleven. You can meet us there whenever.” Tyler cut in again.
As Lyle and Sam awkwardly stammered out the last few details, the manager turned to Tyler and sighed. “I swear, some guys need a push in the right direction, but others need to be picked up and hurled.”
“Tell me about it.” Tyler agreed as he rolled his eyes |
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Lan Hikari had a pretty sweet life. He had a nice house, was married to his childhood sweetheart, and was a hero to people everywhere. Now, when we say “hero” we aren’t talking about a celebrity, although he was definitely that, too. No, Lan Hikari was a certified, card carrying defender of justice who spent his days beating up super powered criminals for fun and profit. He had been doing so since he was twelve, and now that he was in his early twenties, he was a legend the world over. He tried his best to stay modest and humble, but sometimes the glory and idol worship got to his head a little.
Today was one of those days. He had just trounced a particularly mediocre cyber threat with his partner in crime, Megaman; who, as it turns out, is also the digital resurrection of Lan’s twin brother… it’s all very sciencey.
Lan walked into his house, kicked off his shoes, and immediately flopped down on the couch. He shifted around a little as he got into his nice, comfy groove. He had been lying on the couch like this for years; so long, in fact, that the cushions had long since permanently adjusted to the contours of his body. It was then that disaster struck. He was already in his perfectly comfy position, but the remote was all the way over there, on the coffee table. That’s a whole four feet. It may as well be in China. Lan groaned. He would have to get up and go get it… unless…
“Maaayyylllll. Hey! Mayl! Are you home!?” Lan called out to his wife. He could hear heavy footfalls as someone approached. Sure enough, his wife appeared in the doorway at the far end of the room. She was every bit as pretty as she had always been, except maybe a little thicker in the middle. Her short brown hair was neatly styled, and she overall seemed very slim and fit, the exception being her massively protruding belly. Mayl was very, very pregnant. Shortly after moving in together, Mayl had gotten knocked up. That was over seven months ago, and now she looked like she had swallowed a planet.
“What’s up?” she asked curiously. Her mood quickly soured as she saw her husband sprawled out on the couch pointing pitifully at the TV remote which rested not even four feet away. “Did you really just call me out here to fetch the remote for you?” She snapped testily.
“Well… yeah. I mean. You’re already up, anyway, right?” He replied, grinning sweetly. Usually, Lan’s big brown eyes, tussled brown hair which was perpetually held up by a tacky headband, and goofy grin were enough to melt her heart, but she had been having a very rough time lately. She was just about fed up with Lan’s antics. She was about eight months pregnant and that shiftless layabout couldn’t even be arsed to pick up his own damn remote. Sure, she had a shorter fuse than normal due to her condition, but this was something that had been going on for ages and had just gotten worse since she had gone on maternity leave. Lan didn’t seem to understand that maternity leave wasn’t some paid holiday from work; Mayl was not physically in any condition to be going down to the lab every day, and she sure as hell wasn’t in any condition to be playing nanny, cook, and housecleaner for some immature, emotionally stunted pseudo-cop.
Mayl stomped across the room, picked up the remote, and flung it straight at her hubby’s smug face. Lan didn’t acknowledge her ire. In fact, it didn’t even seem like he noticed. He calmly caught the projectile remote with superhuman grace and ease and turned his attention to the colorful images that now occupied the TV screen. Mayl let out a muffled, furious scream as she turned around to stomp loudly out of the room. That would have been it, but Lan didn’t seem to know when to leave well enough alone. “Hey, babe, What’s for dinner? I’m starving!” He called after her.
Mayl was furious. She slowly turned to face her oblivious lover as the rage boiled beneath her skin. “What was that? May I remind you who is that is expecting? If anything, you should be the one looking after me.”
“Yeah, but I thought that since you’ve been home all day you should have had plenty of time. I was out saving the world. Twice, I might add. So come on. Can’t you just make me a sandwich or something?”
He said it. He actually said it. Mayl was beyond furious now. On top of all the other crap, Lan had had the unmitigated gall the utter those four fateful words that pretty much guaranteed that whosoever was dumb enough to say to their significant other would not be getting any for at least a week. “Make me a sandwich, he says.” Mayle muttered quietly under her breath. “Ooohhoohooo, I’ll get you something, don’t you worry.” She muttered slightly louder as her voice quivered with rage. Apparently her second outburst was loud enough to be heard, but Lan was still oblivious to her angst.
“Thanks, babe.” He replied casually as he aimlessly flipped through the channels.
Mayl slowly and calmly strolled out of the front room, down the hall, and past the guest room that they had recently been renovated into a nursery for their impending infant. She took one quick glance at the small crib in the middle of the room as she walked past. “Oh, we’re going to need a much bigger crib than that.” She muttered darkly as she continued towards her office.
Now, there are two things that you should know about Mayl. The first of which is that she had always had good grades in school. As she got into middle school, Lan’s father, a brilliant and well recognized scientist in his own right, had taken notice of her aptitude and put her on the fast track to glory. By the time she was sixteen, her scientific mind and adaptability to hardships had already gotten her a college degree. By the time she was twenty she already had a PhD in biochemistry and was well on her way to a second in gene therapy.
The second thing you should know about her is that even though she was officially on maternity leave, she had never stopped working on her current projects. Her small office had a few rudimentary lab machines in it, and her coworkers had been bringing her supplies and other equipment almost daily. She reached into the drawer in her desk and pulled out a small metal sided attaché case. She unlocked the case, and pulled out a small silver device that looked much like a hot glue gun, but instead of a slot for glue sticks, it had a slot to slide in vials of chemicals. She then turned around and opened up the gene sequencer that had been quietly spinning behind her. She knew that these samples were fresh and needed to incubate for several more hours, but that just made her want to use them even more. In their current state, the genetic material was extremely virulent and potent.
She held the injector behind her back as she casually strolled back into the front room. Lan was still sprawled out on the couch without a care in the world, leaving her to cook and clean up after him. She could feel vein in her forehead pulsing as she tried to stifle her anger. She took a deep breath to calm herself and called out to her husband, “Oh, Lan, honey. Are you ready for your surprise?” She forced a pleasant grin as she tightened her grip on the injector.
“Am I ever!” Lan perked up. He didn’t know what it was but he hoped it was food. Sex was good, too, but definitely food or sex.
“Now hold out your hand and close your eyes and you will get a big surprise.” She replied in a singsong voice as she swayed closer and closer in time with her little lyric. Lan shrugged and did as he was told. Chances were good that he wasn’t getting any sex, unless they miraculously made sex that fits in your hand, but food was still a very real possibility.
Mayl placed the injector on top of the couch so that she would have access to both hands and grabbed Lan by the wrist with one hand while she traced a path down his arm with the pointer and middle fingers on her other hand. She would pat different spots every so often in an attempt to find a vein. Lan was taking the whole thing remarkably well. It was so cute they way he was innocently playing along that Mayl began to feel her ire melt away. She was about to call the whole thing off when there went that mouth of his again. “Man. This is the weirdest foreplay I have ever had, but I am always up to try new things. I’ve been a little pent up since you stopped putting out.”
It took all of her self control to not snap Lan’s wrist like a twig right then and there, but she knew her real revenge would be so much sweeter. Almost as if the universe was goading her on, a clear vein appeared on Lan’s arm. A cruel smile spread across Mayl’s lips as she pressed the tip of the injector against Lan’s arm and pulled the trigger. “Ow! Ow! Ow! What the hell, woman!?” Lan cried as the device pumped the serum into him. He tried to jerk his hand away, but Mayl refused to let him get away. The injector was designed to carefully measure doses and administer them. Each vial was designed to be a full twelve doses, but Mayl was so furious she had ignored the instructions and pumped the entirety of the fluid into her husband’s arm. It only took a few second for the entire vial to be pumped into Lan’s bloodstream. Once the deed was done, she released his hand and proudly strode out of the room.
Lan continued to curse and moan as he rubbed the welt that had formed on his arm. What was she thinking, anyway? Was she trying to brand him like a cow? What kind of nutjob marks their husband with a glue gun anyway? To his surprise, the pain vanished quickly, and the welt soon followed. Once the pain was gone, he started to feel tired, but aside from that, he felt pretty good. His skin felt all warm and tingly. He wasn’t sure what was causing it, but it was strangely pleasant.
Lan shrugged it off and laid back down on the couch. He wasn’t really that hungry anyway, and there was a great show on. He’d make something after it was over. Lan continued to lie there watching the mid-afternoon drivel, blissfully unaware of the changes that were happening in his body. Well, most of the changes anyway. He was pretty sure that his dick felt bigger. He absentmindedly slipped his hand down the front of his pants as he continued to watch Space Ranger J continue to single handedly fight off hordes of Mandolorians.
Lan’s pants felt a little snug, but he attributed it to his now slightly above average cock. He shifted his weight so he could pull down his shorts. Once free of the canvas confines, he haphazardly chucked his shorts over the back of the chair and continued to stroke his newly enhanced dick and watch anime. He made a note to thank Mayl later for whatever she had done to him. His foot long cock was already spilling out the bottom of his formerly loose boxers. The thick shaft and accompanying apple sized balls were filling out the front of the boxers and then some. Lan attributed the extra tightness in the back to the sheer size of his junk in the front. He was still completely oblivious to his junk in the trunk.
Lan’s shirt also felt extremely tight, but he chose to ignore it as best he could. He usually wore fairly tight fitting clothes to accentuate his lithe physique so he was no stranger to snug fits, and besides, for some reason, his nipples felt super sensitive tonight. The tight fabric mashing against his overly sensitive nips were sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He did find it slightly odd that large wet spots were forming on the front of his shirt, but shrugged it off; sweaty nipples were a small price to pay for being hung like a horse.
As Lan continued to watch TV, more or less unaware of his transformation, Mayl was making a panicked phone call to her boss. “Mrs. Ayano. Mrs. Ayano. Please pick up!” Mayl muttered under her breath. When the large view screen finally lit up, there was a petit, stately looking young woman seated on the other side. The lady’s long, blond hair was pulled back into a long, elegant braid. “Mrs. Ayano!” Mayl shouted in relief.
“Please, darling. Just call me Yai when we aren’t on the clock. We’ve known each other far too long for that.” The woman replied. “I’ve always been more of your benefactor than your boss anyway. How is your latest project coming, anyway?”
“Yai, I may have made a mistake!” Mayl blurted out suddenly. “It’s Lan!”
“Honey, I’ve been telling you that for years.” Yai replied flatly. “You need a man with poise, with class. We have both known Lan since we were kids. His heart is in the right place, but his head is up his ass.”
“What? No! It’s not that! Well… it’s kind of that. It’s just, he made me so… so…. Mad. He didn’t take this pregnancy seriously at all. I wanted to teach him a lesson that he would never forget.” Mayl rapidly explained. A knowing grin spread across Yai’s face as she listened intently.
“Oh. This is going to be good! You dosed him, didn’t you? Do you know how a male subject will react?” Yai was leaning in closely know. She was positively giddy with just how scandalous the latest gossip she was hearing from her childhood friend was. She couldn’t wait to see Lan strolling around town with his new assets. That was sure to teach him a thing or two about how to treat a lady.
“It gets worse!” Mayl shouted.
“It gets better!?” Yai gasped in shock.
“I gave him the whole vial. Twelve hole doses! Fresh!” Mayl continued to confess her sins fervently as Yai struggled not to laugh.
“Well, there’s nothing we can do about it now.” Yai spoke calmly, but there was a devious smirk trying desperately to appear at the corner of her lips. “I’ll expect a full write up of the events as well as regular biometrics. Let’s turn this mishap into the scientific event of the century.”
Yai was still struggling to hold back her giggles. She was about to end the call right there so she could cackle like any good socialite who was privy to super science gone wrong would do in her situation, but she remembered one last loose end to tie up. “Oh, and darling, I’ll send over some servants to take care of the place while you and your beau are holed up.” With that, Yai abruptly cut the communication. Once she was sure the line was dead she started giggling madly, and she didn’t stop for at least twenty minutes.
Lan was still lying on the couch, enjoying at least one of his new enhancements. His boxers had gotten so tight that he could no longer slip his hand down the front, but he was content to just idly rub his hand along the shaft through the thin fabric. He still had not figured out that it was not just his dick that was growing and causing his pants to get tighter. His hips were getting slightly wider as well, but the change in his hips paled in comparison to the changes in his ass. His originally small, cute bubble butt had ballooned out all around. His thick, heavy cheeks strained hard against the fabric of his boxers.
The changes did not just affect him down below, though. Up top a different set of changes were taking place. His gut had swollen up to the point where it was the size of a large, round basketball, but it did not feel flabby. If anything, the skin on his tummy seemed to be pulled taut. His big, round gut was nice and firm. Above Lan’s swollen abdomen his previously lean pecs had grown, too. He now had a relatively small, but very real set of pert breasts.
Lan was getting uncomfortable lying on his side like he had been. His couch groove seemed to be shifting around him. No matter how hard he tried, he could not seem to settle back in to his normal spot. He fidgeted and twisted in the seat, still unaware that it was not the chair that was shifting. Lan finally gave up and began to get up from the couch, It was then that some of his changes finally started to dawn on him. Now that he was seated flat on his ass, he could feel how much thicker and cushiony his cheeks felt. His boxers felt so tight that they could burst open at any second. Now that he was upright, he could feel the strain on his lower back from his huge gut and heavy breasts. He hadn’t even been paying attention to his chest this whole time. His tightness in his shirt had faded early on, and he had just tuned the rest of it out. Now that he looked down he could see his huge, exposed guy hanging out of the bottom of his shirt. His T-shirt now looked like it was being worn by a Hooters girl. His porn star knockers filled out his t-shirt entirely.
He watched in awe as his body was visibly expanding before his eyes. His gut was getting fuller and fuller by the second, and his tits were straining against the fabric of his shirt as they too swelled and swelled. Lan didn’t even dare look down, but he could feel the stitches on the side of his boxers popping as his ass outgrew those too.
Lan was panicking now. He did the one thing he could think of. He pulled his girth up from out of the chair and went to find Mayl. He groaned audibly as he stood up; his entire body felt so heavy and stiff. The surge of adrenaline in his system seemed to spur the changes to happen faster and faster. As Lan staggered through the house to find his wife he could hear fabric snapping and falling away. His back of his boxers blew out as his immense ass became far too large for them to hold in; soon the waistband gave out as his hips spread too wide for those too. His T-shirt was the last to go, but soon his jugs grew so large that they burst free as well. As his tits flopped free, large droplets of milk sprayed through the air. Once free, his large nipples continued to dribble a steady stream of milk. The collar was the only part of the shirt that was still intact. The torn up wreckage of the t-shirt hung from the collar like a misshapen bib. Lan tore the rag off in frustration and continued to search the house for his wife.
He finally found her sitting calmly in her office. She rose from her chair when she saw his immense form fill the doorway. “Hello, honey. How are you feeling?” She cooed. A look of smug satisfaction was visible on her face.
“Why did you do this to me?” Lan demanded.
“That should be obvious.” Mayl explained calmly. “You never once lifted a finger to help out around here despite my condition. I thought you might need to learn a thing or two about being pregnant firsthand. Maybe it’d give you a better outlook on life.”
“Ok. You made your point. Change me back!” Lan pleaded. His body was still expanding. If he got much bigger he wouldn’t even be able to get through the doorways. As it was, his gigantic ass was so wide that he had to struggle to pull it through the doorframe after him.
“Sorry, but no can do. You are officially knocked up. I can’t just undo it, but on the plus side, you’re going to be a daddy! Isn’t that exciting?” Mayl commented with a bit of snark in her voice.
“But I was already going to be a daddy. You’re already pregnant. That’s how it should be!” Lan snapped back.
“Oh, so it’s my job to be a little baby factory for you?” Mayl retorted. A little bit of malice was audible in her tone.
“Look. I didn’t mean it like that at all. I mean, you’re a woman. You already have all the parts. I am not physically equipped to have a baby!” Lan continued to plead desperately.
“Well, congratulations. You are now fully equipped to bare children, and you’ve got perfect hips for it.” Mayl commented as she eyed Lan’s wide hip and massive rump. By this point, Lan was more than equipped for it. His tits were absolutely huge; each enlarged mammary was larger than even Mayl’s huge baby bump. Lan’s large belly was bigger than Mayl’s whole body. Lan’s ass was easily the biggest part of his body; each engorged cheek was as at least as large as his bloated belly. The huge masses of shapely flesh were so large that his rump brushed the ground, yet still remained firm and supple. “besides, the damage is done. I can’t reverse it even if I wanted to. So just try and enjoy it. Motherhood has its own rewards, you know.” She added. In spite of his complaints, it was obvious that Lan was at least enjoying the feeling if nothing else. The steady stream of milk trickling from his nipples and pre oozing from his massive, rock hard cock made it pretty obvious how amazing he felt.
Mayl had been so fixated on Lan’s feminine changes that she hadn’t even registered the enhancements to Lan’s male attributes at first, but now that she noticed them, she couldn’t imagine that Lan was upset about that change. Lan’s respectable cock had enlarged to almost three feet of rigid shaft with beanbag chair size testicles to go along with it.
“Ok… ok… I get it, but I mean. I’m already so huge. Bigger than even you. I’m going to be ready to give birth any minute now at this rate, right?” Lan asked. A small glimmer of hope was in his eyes.
“Afraid not. You’re in it for the long haul. You’re not even done with the first trimester yet.”
“Sooo, what are we talking about. Hours? Days?” Lan Asked, still hopeful for some good news. He could stand to be holed up a few days. It would be like a vacation; a very awkward, very bloated vacation.
“Look. I think you should sit down.” Mayl sighed, but then she noticed that they didn’t have any chairs in the room that could support Lan’s immense bulk; they probably didn’t even have one in the house. “Ok. Maybe not.”
“Here’s the thing.” Mayl explained. “My research has not been on speeding up pregnancy. Quite the opposite in fact. You see. Studies have shown that babies who have a longer gestation period end up having much higher intelligence and much higher physical capabilities. I’ve been studying ways to make extended gestation safe and healthy for both the parent and child.”
“So you are making slow pregnancies to make super babies?” Lan asked incredulously.
“If you want to make it sound so crass, sure.”
“What does this have to do with me being… this.” Lan gestured at his bulky form.
“Well, the first stage of the process is to modify the parent body so that it can sustain the added strain of a prolonged pregnancy.”
“So… you gave me a super birthing body for a super pregnancy?”
“Again. You make it sound so crude, but yes. My research is in a position to speed up human evolution by centuries.”
“So… how long am I looking at?” Lan asked. A hint of fear was obvious in is voice.
“Well… the longest we have ever seen in a simulation is fourteen months.”
Lan’s mouth hung open in shock at the news. “That’s over a year!”
“Yes, and we have never tested the effects of such a high dose… or such a potent strain of the formula…” Mayl took a deep breath before continuing. “It could be a lot longer than that, but on the plus side, once your genetic makeup steadies itself, the changes will slow down immensely. Once that is done, you will just grow a little bit all over for the duration of the process, just like a normal pregnancy.”
Lan’s mouth hung open as he soaked it all in. The silence seemed to last forever as he processed it all. He was huge now, but it was still just the tip of the iceberg. He struggled to collect his thoughts enough to think of something to say, but what could he say? He just found out he was going to be living as a bloated freak of nature; a freak with an amazing rack, an amazing ass, and a cock to die for, but still a freak nonetheless. Worst off all he would just get more and more comically disproportioned as the months stretched on to years. As worried as he was about what other people would say when they say him, he was even more worried about his throbbing erection. The more the news set in, the more he felt like he could blow his load at any second. It was almost as if he was enjoying these changes. He did like the jumbo cock… and the huge balls felt pretty amazing too… and what guy doesn’t want his own set of mega-tits to play with whenever? Lan’s hands idly drifted to his massive boobs as he thought about it. The streams of milk increased in force as he gently massaged the pert, supple masses.
Lan’s journey of self discovery was cut short by his net-gear chiming. Lan and Mayl turned to see the large view screen in the room light up and Megaman appear on the screen. “Lan. There’s a call from… oh my.” Megaman held a hand to his mouth as he gasped in shock at his operator’s new body. “Umm… It’s Mr. Famous. He needs to speak to you. He say’s its urgent.”
“Fine. Put him through, but first…” Lan waddled forward and lifted the screen off the wall and held it so that only his face was visible. Moments later, the face of Lan’s boss appeared on the screen.
“Agent Hikari you are needed at once.” The man barked. Even though he was only in his thirties he was looking haggard and bits of grey were visible in his hair. His dark glasses completely obscured his eyes, but Lan figured that even his eyes probably looked a bit weary, too.
“Um… I don’t think I can help you, sir.”
“And why not!? We’re under attack, Lan! Whatever you are doing can wait! And cut the Sir crap. I’m not old yet!” The older man continued to shout. “And what is up with your screen! You look like you’re taking one of those stupid selfies my daughter posts to her Facebook.”
“Um… sir. I haven’t got a thing to wear…” Lan explained nervously.
“You sound like my wife! Think I care? There are cyber terrorists on the loose. All other agents are busy. You could save the day in a thong and you’d still look like a hero. Lord knows you’ve saved the day in less.” Mr. Famous snapped irritably. “Look, kid, you’re a celebrity and a hero. As long as you have your badge, you could be out there in your birthday suit and no one will so much as question it. Just get out there!”
The screen went blank, and Lan’s face turned white. He knew he had to go save the day, but could he even do anything in his condition. One thing was sure. He had to try. He turned and tried to leave the room, but his immense ass was now too large for the frame. It took a few minutes of him struggling forward while Mayl shoved from behind for him to finally slide through. It was obvious that him moving around was going to be harder than he had anticipated.
Lan grabbed a large sheet from the closet and wrapped it around him like a toga. It did little to cover his huge, ground scraping nuts, or his massive, still erect cock that poked out four feet in front of him, and it only covered the top half of his enormous ass, but at least he had something that passed as clothes. Just the thought of being clothed was enough to give Lan the confidence he needed to get out there and kick some cyber-ass. He slipped his badge around his neck and hooked his net-gear to his wrist and set off.
After a few more minutes of struggling to fit out the front door, Lan embarked on a quest to save the day. He strode proudly down the sidewalk; each heavy footfall reverberated through the street to announce his presence. All eyes were on him as he went. Lan looked around as he went; his eyes darting from person to person. Each and every person was staring at him with a look of wonder and awe. Lan didn’t even know how long he had been naked, but he figured he had probably lost his sheet when he forced his way through the doorway. It didn’t matter anymore. He dared anyone to look at him. He dared everyone to look at him. Everyone who saw him would see how beautiful his body had become, and he knew the changes were nowhere near over.
Even as he marched to the subway he could feel himself expanding. His already gigantic belly had long since surpassed even the largest exercise ball and continued to grow. His humongous boobs were far larger than any he had ever seen before. Each tit was the size of a large beach ball and still expanding; the stream of milk had never once abated. His cock now was thicker than his body used to be, and almost as tall. It stuck out in front of him almost five feet. His massive balls were like two large, squishy round couches that trailed along behind him, and last, but certainly not least, was his colossal ass. Each huge cheek of his shapely rump was a queen size bed unto itself, and yet despite their size, they remained as firm and supple as ever. His massive ass and hips were so wide that he had to struggle to get through the double wide doors to get onto the tram. He was fully aware of how ridiculous his lithe, lean arms and legs looked compared to the bulbous mass of the rest of his body.
Lan sat down, and waited for the tram to leave. The struts creaked as the cabin tilted to one side under his immense weight. He was fortunate that there were so few people on the train with him, but then again, very few people would be interested in going into the site of a cyber-terrorist attack. The few confused passengers either didn’t know about the attack or didn’t care. Lan assumed that at least a few of them were just along for the ride so they could scope him out as he rode.
Lan’s gigantic cock was so long that it pressed against the far wall of the cabin. His enormous, round gut rested on top of his massive cock, and extended out almost as far but was definitely a lot wider. His gigantic, full jugs stuck out heavily to either side of his gut. Each one was the size of the large exercise balls at the gym. Despite their size they remained as pert and perky as ever, and they felt so sensitive and full that he had trouble keeping his hands off of them. His ass was so massive that even though he was sitting in the center of a row of four seats, the sides of his butt still hung over on either side.
Lan was so glad to get a chance to sit for a bit. Carrying around all that bulk was hard work, and the train ride gave him a chance to really explore his new body. Lan leaned back and ran his hands along his taut tummy. The sensation of his fingers along his belly was amazing. He could feel the tingles of pleasure coursing through his entire gut. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like when his kids were big enough to start kicking. By the time he was that far along, he would be truly huge, he realized. He couldn’t wait.
As the excitement over his impending growth got to him, Lan continued to rub his belly sensually. The combined mental and physical stimulation was enough to finally send his long erect cock over the edge. He moaned loudly as gallons of cum flowed from his enormous balls. His thick jets of spunk splashed against the far window, completely covering it with his spooge. The few other passengers were also caught in the splash. Many of them seemed too mesmerized by the titanic cumshot to even try to move; others seemed to welcome it and even moved in closer. He felt like he hadn’t cum in forever, and now that the dam had been broken, he felt like he might never stop ever again. The waterfall of jizz poured off the window and pooled on the floor of the tram. By the time Lan had finally stopped cumming, there was a pool of spooge several inches deep that filled the entire cabin. Lan looked around and shot a self-satisfied grin to all the other passengers.
When the tram finally came to a stop, Lan struggled to get back to his feet. He groaned loudly as he strained against his own bulk. He had definitely gotten even bigger while he rode, he realized happily. He struggled to get through the door, but his ass was now far too wide for even the double doors to the train. He moaned softly as a collective of tiny hands shoved up against his soft, supple ass flesh. The rest of his fanclub were all uniting to shove him through the threshold. When he was finally free and turned and gave an appreciative wave to all the other passengers. They all waved back. Many of them stared at their hands in awe. They could not believe that they had touched such a godly being. Many of them were already swearing they may never wash their hands again.
As Lan marched proudly towards the embattled power plant, he saw a familiar green suit jacket with an equally familiar, ridiculous frog hat. The figure spun around to greet him, and Lan was greeted with the face of his longtime friend, ally, and local news personality. Ribitta was shocked beyond words at what she saw, and that is no small feat for her. She placed her fingers to her lips and whistled sharply, and the news crews came running. Lan grinned and nodded at all of them as he continued his march.
“Oh, my god. Do you see that ass?” Ribitta asked breathlessly. She wanted to dive right in and nestle between the two gargantuan cheeks, but instead she turned to face her news crew. “Quickly. All cameras on Lan. We need some of this film for the evening news! You! Get a close up of that ass!”
As the local news began running film of Lan’s glorious new body, other news channels began to send their crews over. Soon the entire media circus was fixated on the godly form of the legendary net battler. Televisions the world over glowed with Lan’s voluptuous form. Soon every station in the world was covering the story. Everyone could turn on their TV and watch Lan’s enormous shapely ass, immense rigid cock, colossal balloon-like belly, and bodacious tatas in full 3D HD. Lan smiled knowingly at the cameras as he continued his march to battle. “If you like me now…” he thought to himself, “wait until I’m really huge.” |
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Claves sighed happily as he sunk into the hot water of the fresh bath that Leo had drawn for him. Claves hadn’t known how exhausted he really was until he finally got around to taking a break. He had been spending all his free time lately flinging around the few spells that Tim had taught him. Claves had been working hard for weeks, and he could definitely tell he was getting a lot better at casting spells, but he wasn’t as interested in boosting his stamina so much as he was interested in boosting his size. The weeks of rigorous training had only added a few inches to the size of his dick. He knew it would be slow going, but he had hoped for more noticeable gains.
Claves had been fine with the slow growth until he had seen Scher’s transformation. The prince’s towering eleven foot cock was seared into Claves’s memory. The guy had more mana than he knew what to do with, and he had never had a formal day of training in his life. Now that the whole city had seen the prince’s aptitude, it wouldn’t be long before sorcerers from around the globe would be vying for the chance to train the young prince. Who knew how huge Scherzo could become by the time he really came into his own as a mage.
Just thinking about Scher’s massive cock expanding ever larger was getting Claves completely boned. The head of his own large dick rose up and hovered before his eyes. He wrapped his arms around the thick shaft and raised his hands up to the head, digging his fingers deep into the slit as he massaged the soft, spongy flesh. He greedily lapped at the sweet pre that now freely rolled out of the oozing slit. He shifted a bit and wrapped his legs around his now immense nuts. He used his legs to gently squeeze the huge, sloshing orbs as he dug in and massaged the massive cum factories with his heels.
He was so horny that he just wanted to get off, but he felt so hollow and empty inside. He slipped his right hand down to his ass and slowly slipped his fingers in. Thanks to the enchantment, his hole barely offered any resistance. Before he knew it, he had his hand buried up to the wrist. He could have gone deeper, but the position was uncomfortable. His arm was already cramping from being held at such a strange angle and his back wasn’t feeling too good either. He let out a sigh as he pulled his hand out and returned to working the tip of his cock.
Claves was getting close to blowing his load. His constant twisting and rubbing had caused much of the bathwater to splash out onto the floor by this time, but his pre was flowing fast enough to replace it. The now sticky and slimy bathwater laminated his skin as he began to buck his hips and prepared for a huge, messy load. Right when he was about to unload, he heard a short, terse rap on the door.
“You’ve been in there plenty long. You better not be jacking off again.” Leo scolded from the other side. Claves bit down on his lower lip and let out a muffled grunt as huge, thick wads of jizz splattered against the wall behind him. Claves shuddered as he continued to fire. A heavy layer of jizz coated the far wall. The cum slowly slid down and pooled on the floor. Once the torrent finally died down, Claves let out a contented sigh and slid down into the goopy bathwater.
“I’m not jacking off.” Claves replied happily.
“Because you just finished.” Leo responded with an audible sigh. “Fine, just get cleaned up and meet me downstairs in ten minutes.
Claves lazily chanted a spell and then dipped his fingers back into the bathwater. The water cleared up almost instantly and began to foam over with scrubbing bubbles. Claves once again relaxed and slid back down into the warm, soapy bath. When he was finally done, he quickly dried off and trudged downstairs to meet up with his boyfriend.
Leo looked up as he heard footfalls coming down the stairs. Sure enough, Claves was walking over while rubbing a slightly soggy towel into his damp hair. His enormous cock shook and jiggled from the force of the towel jostling his scalp. Leo highly doubted that Claves was even drying his hair at this point. It was far more likely that his pink haired lover was just putting on a show to draw attention to his gigantic cock that now almost touched the ground.
“I’ve already got your clothes set out. Now hurry up and put them on. We have a reservation for two in twenty minutes.” Leo commented firmly as he gestured towards the tailored blue tunic and slacks that were hanging next to the doorway.
“I was thinking something a bit more classic.” Claves responded playfully as he draped his towel over his shoulder as a makeshift cloak and covered his eyes with his free hand.
“This is a date, not a heist. Try to act normal for once.” Leo responded with a touch of annoyance in his voice. Claves loved to make things difficult, especially when things involved going out amongst polite society. Leo loved his boyfriend’s playfulness, but sometimes he wished Claves could be serious once in awhile.
“Spoilsport.” Claves responded playfully. He stuck out his tongue comically for added effect, but wasted no time in pulling on his clothing. The outfit was tailored very well. It hugged his lean, lithe body perfectly, and even accommodated his well above average cock and balls nice. Claves just wished that the front wasn’t so boring looking. The huge pouch in the front held his cock and balls up and inwards, but little else.
A devious smile played at the corner of Claves’s lips as an idea crossed his mind. He turned and looked into the mirror and silently uttered an incantation. The front of his pants immediately began to tighten up. The pouch began to constrict and conform to the shape and contours of his huge cock and balls. In a matter of seconds the front of his slacks hugged his package perfectly. The fabric was stretched so thin and snug that even the shapes of the veins on the sides of his cock and the folds of his foreskin were clearly visible.
Claves hummed happily to himself as he pulled on his tunic and threw the small stylish blue cloak over his shoulder. “What’s got you so…” Leo didn’t even have a chance to finish his question. The second Claves turned around, he could clearly see what had his boyfriend so happy. Leo rolled his eyes, but made no effort to try and talk Claves out of it.
“You know you like it.” Claves teased. “I’d be glad to do it to you too.” He added playfully as he slipped a hand down the front of Leo’s pants. Leo’s brown slacks were as well tailored as Claves’s had been before his little enchantment. As such Leo’s own three foot cock and beach ball sized nuts were tucked away in such a way that his immense bulge was almost suitable for polite society.
“I’d rather not make more of a scene that I have to.” Leo responded flatly as he walked on ahead. He could already feel the front of his pants shifting and adjusting to match the contours of his huge dick, though. He grinned a little, but hoped that Claves hadn’t noticed.
Claves picked up a small satchel that was hanging from the closet door and began to rifle through it for his mask. He felt the edges of the black butterfly shaped mask and began to pull it out when he heard Leo admonish him from the other room. “You won’t be needing that. We are going out in public as normal members of society tonight.” Claves sighed and slipped the mask back into the pouch.
They got to the restaurant easily enough. It was a very fancy place, complete with waiters in tuxedos and a live string quartet. Claves had never felt so out of place in his life. His clothes felt itchy and he hated having his face exposed like this. He couldn’t help but think of how ironic it is that he would feel so naked while fully clothed when he often ran around clad in just a mask. Leo seemed to be doing fine, though. Even with all eyes in the restaurant firmly on them and their obscene bulges. They had by far the biggest dicks in the room. Even the few socialites that had been enhanced as well barely capped out at over a foot and a half.
They arrived at their table and sat down. Claves was almost a little sad to have his huge dick hidden beneath the table, but on the other hand, many of the patrons had now lost interest in them.
“So… why are we here?” Claves asked while rhythmically rapping his fingers on the tabletop.
“What do you mean why? We’re having a nice romantic night out.” Leo responded. Leo’s voice wasn’t quite as flat and dry as it usually was, though. Leo was the type of guy who preferred to have romantic nights at home not out in public. There had to be a special reason for him to want to go out, especially to someplace as nice as this.
“When have we ever had a romantic night out? Especially at a place as nice as this?” Claves asked gesturing to the fancy room around them.
“I was just thinking we could stand to get out more, and we can definitely afford to splurge a little.” Leo responded casually.
Claves still didn’t quite buy it, but Leo had made him leave his gear at home, so maybe there was some truth to it. “Huh. So that’s it? No work, just a date?”
“Don’t sound so disappointed.” Leo chided playfully. “How about this. Let’s play a little game while we wait. If you were to do a job here tonight, what would you take?”
Claves perked up at the mention of a heist, and quickly but discretely scanned the room. “Hmm… Tough to say. If that statue were the real thing and not just some cheap knock off I would totally snag that.” Claves replied, nodding subtlely towards the large plaster statue of a naked man pouring a vase of water.
“Even if that were the real thing, it would hardly fetch a lot of money.” Leo remarked skeptically.
“I know, but can you imagine the scene it’d cause? Something that huge, taken from a packed room? My notoriety would skyrocket.” Claves replied excitedly. Leo grinned as he watched the pink haired thief’s eyes light up as he spoke.
“Well let’s be more realistic then, shall we?” Leo replied. “Hypothetical dream heists aside. What would you take, from what is actually in this room.”
Claves took a moment to think. “I dunno. The chandelier is pretty classy, and would probably make a big scene, but those are hard to hawk. I suppose more realistically, I would go for the hairpin the lady in green is wearing.”
Leo raised his eyebrows in mild surprise as he heard Claves mention the hairpin. It was such a small object that most people would overlook it. “You caught that, did you?”
“Yeah. It’d be such a boring stunt, though. I mean I could pluck it off on my way to the restroom and no one would be the wiser.” Claves sighed.
“I suppose I have trained you better than I thought. You’re getting quite the eye for appraisal. It’s a shame it’s a green feather or else it would be worth a king’s ransom.” Leo remarked proudly.
“Hmm? Check the shape. It’s a half moon. The green tint is just a low grade enchantment to make it match the dress. That’s a first run. There’s only two of those in the world, right?” Claves commented matter-of-factly.
Leo pursed his lips and glared at Claves for a brief second. He wasn’t used to being one upped at his own game. He had underestimated Claves and had gotten sloppy. He should have spotted the Lunar Topaz, especially one of such a rare cut. Leo sighed and tried to relax. It was supposed to be just a fun little game. There was no point in getting upset about it. If anything he should be proud that the student could go toe to toe with the master. “But why do you think she would change the color?” Leo said, changing the subject a bit to cover his own goof.
“Seriously? Look at her. She’s loaded. I bet she doesn’t even know that thing is rare. It’s just another shiny bauble to her.” Claves replied. Leo did a quick scan of the lady’s accessories and he could tell that Claves was right. She was practically dripping in rubies and diamonds.
Their discussion was momentarily halted when the server arrived with their meals. This restaurant didn’t bother taking orders from their customers. The chef made what he wanted when he wanted, and people paid a lot of money for the honor of being served. Claves furrowed his brow at the tiny pâté on his plate. Once the waiter was out of earshot, Claves leaned forward and asked his boyfriend in a hushed voice. “Is this the whole meal?”
Leo grinned. “I’ll make it up to you with desert. Don’t worry.”
Claves cocked an eyebrow at his boyfriend’s cryptic remark, but shrugged it off and took a bite of his dinner. It was surprisingly rich, but he still wished there was more of it. There was no way he was going to be full off of just that much.
Claves polished off his tiny entrée in record time and had to sit there watching Leo slowly savor his. He fidgeted in his seat during the dull downtime. His clothes felt so itchy and stuffy. He couldn’t wait to get home and take them all off. Part of him wanted to just doff all of it right then and there and olly out the window.
Finally Leo finished his meal, and the waiter brought out two nearly identical slices of chocolate pie. Claves dug into his eagerly, and quickly polished it off. He picked up the small strawberry that was sitting on top of them pie and then ate that too. Leo was watching him and grinning as he slowly and methodically ate his slice.
“I have a bit of a surprise for you.” Leo said casually as he cut off another bite with his fork. Claves perked up and stared at him expectantly, but Leo stuck the bit of pie in his mouth and made sure to drag out savoring the bit as long as he could. Claves knew Leo was just doing it to annoy him. Even so, he couldn’t keep it from getting under his skin.
Finally Leo swallowed and pulled forth a small item from his front pocket. Claves stared at it for a moment. It was a small berry that looked a lot like a raspberry, but the small little beads on it were all different colors. The rainbow berry seemed to shimmer with some strange innate magic. “What is it?” Claves asked excitedly.
“I know how hard you have been working to boost your magic, and I did some research. I followed some rumors and legends about a rare plant that only grows in the farthest reaches of the frozen tundra. They say that the flower creates but one fruit every one hundred years.” Leo explained dramatically.
Claves was starting to get excited by the prospects. If what Leo was egging him on to believe was true, this one tiny fruit could give him the boost he had been looking for. Leo stopped his story abruptly and ate the last bit of his pie, leaving the black strawberry on the plate.
Claves was practically bouncing in his seat as he waited for Leo to finish the story. Finally Leo finished his bite and continued. “They say that just consuming this berry will double the amount of mana one person can produce.”
Claves didn’t even wait to hear the rest of the explanation. He swiped the berry with a lightning fast grab and tossed it into his mouth, leaves and all. He grinned like the cat that ate the canary as he swallowed it. All the while, Leo stared at him intently.
“So how was it?” Leo asked after a few minutes.
“Not bad… it tasted just like a raspberry actually…” Claves responded.
“Good, because that’s all it was.” Leo replied as he speared his strawberry with his fork.
“Huh?” Claves responded. He was starting to catch on that the whole thing had been a trick. “The whole story was a lie?”
“The story was more or less true.” Leo responded and then popped the strawberry into his mouth. “The berry was a decoy though.” It was then that Claves realized that the strawberry that Leo had was a different color than the one from his pie. Realization came crashing down on him like an exploding dam. “You little b-” was all that Claves managed to say before he was interrupted by the sound of fabric shredding.
Leo’s cock burst free from its cloth confines as it rapidly doubled in size. The previously manageable tree feet quickly turned into six. Leo’s cock was now larger than his body and not even hard. His enormous boulder sized nuts filled the entire space beneath the table and then some. Leo’s cock now rivaled Tim’s as far as length, but it wasn’t quite as thick around as the enchanter’s.
“Heh. Look at you. How do you expect to get out of here with your dignity intact.” Claves sassed as he felt the head of his lover’s huge cock bump against him.
“How indeed.” Leo replied calmly. “It would help a lot if someone were to provide some sort of distraction.” Leo pulled out a black butterfly shaped mask from inside his vest and placed it on the table. Claves caught on instantly.
“This whole thing was just a set-up, wasn’t it?” Claves gasped in shock.
“Nothing so duplicitous.” Leo replied with a smirk. “I just know how you love an audience.” The table began to rock and sway as it was lifted up off the ground by Leo’s steadily hardening cock.
Claves grinned at his lover and, in one clean motion, put on his mask and shucked his clothes. Seeing his lover standing nude before him with his trademark mask and equally trademarked smug grin was enough to get Leo really worked up. His cock got harder and harder. His steadily boning cock noisily flipped over the dinner table. Any of the other patrons who had not turned to stare at Claves’s light speed strip tease, were now fully fixated on the lewd display in the center of the room.
“Surprised no one has said anything yet.” Claves mused as he gently stroked the giant cock that was towering before him.
“Welcome to high society.” Leo remarked. “They will mutter amongst themselves, but it would be impolite for them to actually say or do anything about it.”
“Well let’s really give them something to talk about.” Claves replied with a devious grin spread across his face. He hopped up on his chair to face his lover’s enormous cock. He now stood just a bit above eye level with the massive slit of Leo’s cock. Claves leaned in and began to lick around the sensitive edges of the slit. He could hear the sensual moans of his lover and feel the bucks and twitches of the huge cock as he did so.
Leo noticed something strange. Claves’s hand seemed to be glowing, but he didn’t have time to say anything about it. “You wouldn’t…” Was all Leo managed to say before Claves pressed his hand against the side of his shaft. The enchantment coursed through the length of his dick and spread through his balls. Leo could feel the jizz in his balls churning as the production ramped up. Leo knew he should have expected at least some retaliation for his little stunt, but he had underestimated his boyfriend’s love of making a scene.
Leo’s cock was streaming pre like a fountain by this point. The viscous liquid was quickly streaming down his impressive cock and seeping into the carpet below. “If you’re not careful you’ll end up making quite the mess…” Leo managed to croak up between hollow gasps.
“What? Little old me? It looks like you’re the one who is making the mess.” Claves replied saucily as he continued the dig his fingers into the spongy tip of his lover’s massive cock. Claves deeply massaged the head as he listened to the shallow gasps and slight whimpers coming from his boyfriend. Leo’s cock was lurching violently and the head was puffing up as the blue haired shopkeeper struggled to keep his load down.
The sound of someone clearing their throat loudly momentarily distracted Claves from publicly teasing his boyfriend. “Sirs. We must insist that you cease this at once.” came the stern voice.
Claves looked down at the pair of tuxedo clad waiters who were staring him down like a pair of bouncers. Claves smiled politely as he looked down at the two servers. “Oh, don’t worry.” He replied warmly. “We were just finishing up.” Claves rapped on the soft, tender underside of his lover’s cock, right below the head. Just as Claves had predicted, that was the last straw for Leo. He let out a muffled moan as his cock erupted with jizz like a freshly opened bottle of champagne.
The jets of cum were so thick and so powerful that it splattered against the ceiling and the light fixtures well above the couple. Leo tried to fight back and limit the extent of the damage, but he was so pent up and once he got started like this it was very hard to stop. Massive wads of spunk clung to the expensive chandelier, and huge gobs of jizz crashed down all around the room, splashing down in customer’s food and drink and even landing on the patrons themselves.
The thick spunk began pooling on the floor, flooding the dining hall with cum, and yet still, Leo could not stop the flow of jizz erupting from his cock. The sensation was far beyond anything he had experienced before. It was not just that his cock was enlarged, although there was certainly that. At its current size it was not just that it had doubled in length, but girth as well. The sheer size of it had grown exponentially as had the sensations. Even without the spell that Claves had undoubtedly cast to increase his sensitivity, Leo’s body was wracked with the intense euphoria that came from experiencing orgasmic pleasure throughout the entire length of a cock that was larger than the rest of his body. Even his enormous, boulder sized nuts were wracked with bliss as the tensed up and squeezed every last drop of spunk out into his cock.
Leo was partially aware of things going on around him, but they came in a distant second to the sensations in his cock. He was aware of the warm spunk lapping against his legs as the water level rose ever high. He had a vague inkling of the hail of spooge that had coated his entire body by now. Leo even had a pretty good understanding of the ire that was directed at him from the rest of the equally saturated diners, but he could not bring himself to really care. This was the most amazing sensation in his life, and he no longer cared about trying to stop it.
Finally Leo’s bursts tapered off and his nuts felt empty for the first time in what felt like weeks. He struggled to steady his breathing as he felt the warm liquid sliding off his face. It wasn’t just spooge that coated him, though. The orgasm had been so intense that he was dripping sweat as well.
“I think it’s time we made out exit.” Claves remarked coolly as he looked around at all the angry patrons.
“I doubt they’ll ever let us in here again.” Leo commented between gasps.
“Well yeah, but I’m not too upset. The portions were weak.” Claves joked as he reached down to pull his boyfriend up from his seat.
Leo staggered to his feet. His now soft cock was spread out several feet in front of him. It was now a good deal thicker than his waist, and so long that the last few feet of it rested solidly on the ground. Even though his nuts had just been emptied, they too were so large that they grazed the ground as he stood up straight. He could already feel his nuts steadily inflating. Claves’s spell was nowhere near done running its course.
Claves gripped Leo’s hand tightly and made his way towards the doorway. Leo staggered awkwardly along behind as he struggled to walk with his newly enhanced cock. Even without his massive dong slowing him down, it would have been slow going slogging through the knee deep lake of jizz.
They reached the doorway which was currently shut tight. Many unhappy diners had tried to escape when the room started flooding, but they all discovered that the doors opened inward. The deep pond of spooge made it nearly impossible to doors through sheer strength alone. Claves thought fast, and came up with an idea, though. His list of spells that he knew were limited, but he did know one that could work in this situation.
A quick flick of the wrist and a muffled incantation later, the doors began to shimmer. Claves reached for the handle and, sure enough, the doors slid open easily.
“What did you do?” Leo managed to ask. He was constantly surprised by how quick Claves was on his feet both literally and figuratively.
“You know that old water-lock spell, right? It was just a hunch, but I figured it would repel liquids, right? So all that cum bounced right off the door.” Claves explained quickly as they continued their escape.
They made a few quick turns down various roads and alleys before coming to a stop in a fairly empty stretch of road. “Whew. That was a fun escape. Not used to having to actually take someone else with me, though.” Claves remarked as he tried to stifle his laughter.
“Yeah. I knew you would make a scene, but I never imagined that you would go that overboard.” Leo commented as he fought to catch his breath. He hadn’t managed to fully recover before he got dragged along by his fleeing lover so now he was even more winded than before. “Surprised you didn’t try and steal anything.”
“What? I’m insulted.” Claves responded. There was a look of pain and betrayal in his eyes. “I don’t try. I do.” He added with a wink as he slipped a hairpin into Leo’s blue, jizz-streaked hair. “Just wash it off a bit, and it’ll be good as new.” Claves said with a mischievous smirk.
“When did you…” Leo began to ask, but he was cut off when Claves planted a deep passionate kiss on his lips. He could feel the thief’s three foot semi steadily boning up between them. Claves steadily worked on undoing the buttons on the front of Leo’s vest while they made out passionately. In no time at all, Claves had taken Leo’s vest and shirt completely off. Leo meanwhile kicked off his shoes and the tattered wreckage of his slacks. The two of them continued to make out, completely naked, in the middle of the sparsely populated street.
Claves straddled Leo’s enormous cock and rocked his hips back and forth, using his thighs and butt to stroke his lover’s steadily hardening dick. Claves held his own large cock with his right arm to keep it from getting in the way while he and his lover continued to lock lips.
“Right here?” Leo managed to ask between kisses.
“Not like you can go anywhere anyway.” Claves shot back with a devious grin. It was true though, and Leo knew it. As a result of both Claves’s spell and his own arousal, his nuts had swollen so large that he couldn’t move even if he had wanted to. “And besides, I still haven’t had a chance to get off yet.” Claves added with a lascivious grin.
Claves’s own balls had been steadily swelling through the course of their little escapade and were now both the size of large bean bag chairs. They were not just awkward and cumbersome, but so sensitive that he could barely focus on fleeing.
“Now for my favorite part.” Claves said in a sultry whisper. Leo didn’t even need to ask what the thief meant. Claves deftly maneuvered back up his boyfriend’s gigantic cock and positioned himself atop the head. Leo’s dick was even thicker around than Claves’s waist, but he knew that would in no way deter his pink haired lover. Claves flashed a winning smile down at his boyfriend as he lined up the slit with his own quivering hole.
Claves slowly eased himself down. He felt a bit of resistance when the tip of Leo’s massive cock pressed up against his hole, but that quickly passed. The thief moaned loudly as he felt himself being stretched wider by the second to accommodate the colossal cock. Leo could do nothing but watch in awe as he saw his boyfriend’s hips spread wider to accept Leo’s dick inside of him. Claves slowly slid down the length of the shaft, his body stretching and shifting as he did so.
Claves finally slowed to a halt about halfway down. Claves had apparently reached his limit, but he was too contented to care that there was still almost three feet of cock left exposed. Claves was suspended above the street, impaled on his lover’s gigantic cock, but he was in heaven. It had been quite awhile since he had been stretched so wide, and he could already tell that he was going to be pumped full of an immense load any second how.
Claves shifted and shimmied as best he could, using his entire body to jack off his lover’s enormous dick. He could feel the shudders and bucks from Leo’s cock reverberating through his entire body. Claves’s cock began to ooze pre rapidly as he felt himself getting closer and closer to cumming without even stroking his cock.
Leo’s field of view quickly became obscured by Claves’s nuts as his own cock got so hard that it lifted the thief even higher into the air. When Leo’s cock finally reached its full upright and locked position, Claves’s crotch was just a little bit above eye level for Leo. Clave’s huge cock jutted straight out, right over top of Leo’s head. Leo craned his head back and reach up to pull down his lover’s cock so that he could lick and rub up against the glorious cock. Leo held the cock to his face and took a moment to just bask in the warmth of his lover’s dick. He could feel the steady shudders and the rhythmic pulsing as the soft ridge on the underside puffed up. Leo tried his best to hold onto Claves’s cock even as he felt himself lose control of his own, but as the intense pleasure wracked his body all over again, he could not muster the strength to clutch the glorious shaft close to him.
Claves felt is lover’s gigantic cock shudder, flex, and buck one last time before huge torrents of jizz flooded into him. Claves could do nothing but grin and happily rub his belly as gallons and gallons of warm, thick spunk flooded into him. The volume of jizz and the strength of the current was so much that he could see his gut swelling almost instantly. He grinned happily as he watched his previously flat stomach bulge and swell before his eyes. He loved this part. He loved the way it felt to have his lover’s seed flood into him and fill up each and every nook and cranny. He loved the feeling of his stomach slowly swelling as more and more cum flooded into him. He loved how warm and happy it made him feel his enormous jiggly cum laden belly roiled and sloshed. His gigantic gut was already getting too large for him to wrap his hands around and showing no signs of slowing.
Claves couldn’t hold back anymore. He let out a soft grunt as his cock lurched and began spewing thick jets of spooge across the empty street. His load splashed against the grey, stone wall of a small business and oozed down onto the cobblestone street below. Jet after jet launched from his cock and splattered against the road and buildings. All the while his belly continued to swell and expand.
Finally, the two lovers’ streams tapered off and their cocks softened. Claves was slowly lowered to the ground as the immense spire that he was impaled upon finally drooped down low. Finally Claves was low enough that his feet touched the ground. He shifted his weight so that his huge, jiggly gut was no longer mashed against Leo’s face. Leo’s cock slid the rest of the way out of the thief’s ass with a noisy plop.
“That was amazing.” Leo managed to gasp.
“You’re telling me.” Claves cooed as he happily rubbed his absolutely massive cum-flooded belly. His gut was so large that he couldn’t even see over it, and it drooped down so low that it touched the ground in front of him. He spread his arms wide to hug his gigantic belly, but his arms couldn’t even make it halfway around. “I can already tell I am going to love your new dick.” Calves said with a contented sigh.
“Sorry to rain on your parade, but I think I’ve only got an hour left of this size.” Leo replied dejectedly. “The legends are misleading. My research has led me to believe that it only lasts a few hours, and I’ll most likely be exceedingly ill for the next few days.”
“Totally worth it, though.” Claves murmured happily as he buried his face in his inflated gut. “We’ll have time for one more go before you shrink back down, right?”
“In theory, but I don’t think it wise to do it here.” Leo explained as he looked around at the small crowd of onlookers that had arrived during their loud and lurid public display of affection. “Can you move?”
“Yeah, sure… No problem.” Claves responded with a grunt. He stood up straight and awkwardly staggered forward a step or two before stopping to catch his breath.
“Might need you to guide me, though.” He added with a grin.
Leo staggered to his feet and grabbed a hold of Claves’s hand. The two of them made their way slowly through the city streets. They made quite the odd sight. Leo’s six foot semi bobbed and swayed in front of him with each and every step, and Claves was dragging along his colossal cum-laden belly.
“I can’t believe you do this on a regular basis.” Leo commented aloud as he tried to tune out all the gazes from the various city-dwellers. Some looked lusty, some seemed impressed, and a few seemed downright incensed. Leo was feeling very exposed and embarrassed to have his immense junk openly on display. His could already feel his balls refilling and his shaft hardening a little. He tried to rationalize that it was just Claves’s spell still affecting him, but deep down he knew that he was honestly enjoying the glances.
“You get used to it pretty quick.” Claves replied, but then added with a wink. “It’s a lot of fun isn’t it?”
“Maybe for you. You can hide behind your mask.” Leo shot back. He was still trying unsuccessfully to tune out all the onlookers, but the more he thought about it, the less he saw the point.
“If it makes you feel any better, none of them are looking at your face.” Claves replied jokingly. Leo let out an annoyed sigh, but a small smile was playing at the corner of his lips. As he walked home his stride got steadily more prideful and his posture got steadily bolder. His massive, six foot long rigid cock bobbed and swayed with each and every determined step he took as pre steadily flowed from the tip. Leo didn’t say so out loud, but he definitely felt like he could get used to this. |
f487ce3960189b78918da7991c10aa74a9fc8922046c0ebdb978772c61734bbb | 9,604 | 3 | Chapter 3 - Chapter 3 |
“Look. I still don’t get why you swiped the box.” Steve commented as he and his exceedingly well hung bud made their way back to their dorm.
“Because he couldn’t remember it.” Alan replied as if the answer was obvious to all.
“So. Just because Professor Farnsworth is going senile, you stole his stuff?” Steve remarked snarkily.
“It’s Famfrit, and no. It’s like his memory changed.” Alan replied. He could see that Steve still hadn’t quite caught on. “Ok. So you know how it seems like our memories and past are changing to match my… new developments?” Alan gestured down to the obscene bulge in the front of his pants. His cock was so large that he had to wear his jeans well below his waist and leave the fly down to accommodate it. His boxer briefs were doing a commendable job of trying to cover everything up, but there was just too much dick stuffed down the front. His huge cock filled out the front pouch and then some. The front of his briefs were so packed that the outline of his cock and balls were very clearly visible through the fabric and the top couple inches of his shaft poked out above the waistband. His shirt was not nearly long enough to help cover anything. As if his wardrobe was mocking him and standard notions of decency, the bottom hem of his shirt reached down to just above his brown, neatly trimmed pubes.
“Yeah. You keep talking about that. I swear, bro. You’re starting to sound a little paranoid. Just because some senile old coot forgot about his Victorian era flesh jack doesn’t mean that your dick is growing, and even if it did, why are you so upset? Pretty much every dude in the world would kill to have experience what you are dealing with.”
Alan couldn’t help but think that Steve sounded a little jealous. He had to admit, that having such a huge cock felt amazing, but there were no signs of his growth slowing down. He had only been experiencing the changes for a day, and already he was very close to the two foot mark. If it got much bigger he’d never be able to use it for sex.
Alan could vividly remember the visible outline of his massive cock as it slid in and out of the hulking freshman’s body this morning. It was a miracle that John was able to take all of his cock. Thinking back on it, Alan couldn’t be sure if John really was that malleable or if his memory was playing tricks on him again. Either way, it was a hot memory. Alan replayed it in his mind a few more times, and watched as the size of his cock in his memory crept up a few more inches.
Alan’s mind screeched back to reality as he heard and felt the fabric of his briefs give out on him. His huge boner sprung free, and his gigantic nuts spilled out of the front. His rock hard erection reached up to his chest, and capped up just barely above his nipples. His massive pumpkin sized balls dangled down to his knees. Alan silently chastised himself for popping a bone in the middle of campus.
To make matters worse it was right between classes, and the sidewalks were packed. People everywhere stopped and stared at him. The looks on their faces ranged from shock to awe to pure, unbridled lust. To make matters even worse, Alan didn’t even particularly mind. He was proud of his cock and was feeding off of all the attention he was getting. Alan didn’t particularly like this new aspect of his personality. He had never known himself to like showing off in public before, but then again, he had never really had anything to show off.
His cock went beyond the standard midday sex daydream boner to a full on throbbing hard-on as the crowd looked on. He felt like he could blow his load at any second, and he looked it; his rock hard cock was twitching and oozing pre. Alan wrestled with the two opposing parts of his mind. He knew he should be mortified by his current position, but he also couldn’t shake his excitement; some new, exhibitionist part of his mind really wanted to go ahead and give the student body a show they could really enjoy. He could already see several students whipping out their cellphones; this was going to be all over the net in a matter of seconds. He grinned knowingly as he thought about videos of his titanic public cumshot going viral.
He could feel his nuts seizing up and his cock twitching and oozing even more as he prepared himself to let loose, but a clap on his shoulder broke his momentum. “Damn, dude. That’s the third pair this week. I swear you wear them extra tight just so that you can bust out of ‘em like the cool-aid man.” Steve commented sarcastically.
“Hey. It’s not my fault that no place around here carries clothes in my size.” Alan snapped back. Already he could feel his gigantic boner waning.
“Right. I’d believe that if you didn’t do all your shopping online.” Steve replied as he rolled his eyes.
“Believe what you want, but now what do I do about this?” Alan gestured to his mondo dong which was now flying at half mast.
Steve gave a quick glance at his best friend’s huge cock and shrugged. “Whatever. Just let it flop about for now. It’s not like the whole school hasn’t already seen it. Everyone already knows there’s not much you can do about it so everyone just kind of turns a blind eye to it… Relatively speaking.” He added with a grin. Alan noticed that the crowd had begun to disperse already. It seemed people didn’t have near as much interest in a massive floppy dong as they did a gargantuan hard-on that looked ready to erupt at any second.
Alan and Steve made the trek back to the dorm in relative peace. Alan still noticed a few jealous glances in his direction, which just caused him to jut his pelvis out and swagger even more, but aside from that the trip was pretty uneventful. It seemed that people really were ok with him rocking out with his cock out.
As they rounded the last corner on their floor to get to their hall they noticed John pacing awkwardly outside their door. The large blond jock was in a rare state of being fully dressed as he waited. Despite being fully clothed, very little was left to the imagination. His bulging muscles filled out every inch of his yellow polo shirt, and his huge, muscular ass and thighs similarly strained his denim shorts.
“’Sup, Lurch? Enjoying the view?” Steve teased the anxious freshman who was trying not to stare too hard at Alan’s exposed manhood, but failing miserably.
“Look. Things kind of went fast this morning, but I would like… I mean… if you want to…” John was looking as socially awkward as ever, and Alan found it very endearing. He still wasn’t used to the idea of a college football star not being a loud, abrasive toolbox. “Um… can I come in?” John finally managed to sputter out.
“Sure. Come on in. I need to get out of these clothes, anyway.” Alan remarked calmly, but after seeing John’s face start to turn a little red he quickly corrected himself. “I didn’t mean it like that!”
“He totally meant it like that!” Came Steve’s voice from inside. He had wasted no time in leaving the two guys alone to talk about their budding romance.
“Uh. Sure… lead on.” John gestured to the door. Alan nodded and turned to head inside. He was already peeling his shirt off before making it through the doorway, and his had his hands on his waistline. John shut the door behind himself and as he turned, he was greeted by the site of Alan’s cute, exposed bubble butt as the brown haired dude bent down to pull off his pants and underwear. Alan scooped up the pants, giving John an even better view of his gloriously round cheeks and everything in between, and turned and lobbed all the clothes onto the communal laundry pile in the corner of the room.
John’s eyes darted all over the room. He was trying not to stare at the hot, naked, extraordinarily well hung guy before him, but it was proving very hard to do; especially considering how gross he rest of the room looked. Everywhere he looked he saw dirty clothes or empty beer bottles strewn about. John was very particular about cleanliness and seeing the state of Alan and Steve’s dorm made his skin crawl. ”Anyway… I know we haven’t known each other for long, but I would like to get to know you. I mean. Like, outside of sex.” John stammered as his eyes darted around the room.
“Yo, Alan. He’s asking you out. Say yes.” Steve chimed in from the sidelines.
“How does tonight sound?” Alan responded casually.
“I… can’t do tonight. I have to get back home to help the folks, but I can do Sunday. I should be back in town early afternoon.” John explained. There was a pained look in his eyes that made it obvious that he really wanted to go out tonight. He hated that he had to go home every weekend, especially since Friday nights like this were so perfect for going out and doing things with friends or potential love interests. There was also the problem that he just knew his mom was going to needle him for information all weekend, and at some point he was going to admit that he had skipped classes today. He just hoped that she wouldn’t somehow make him slip up and reveal that he had skipped classes because he was being reamed by a monster cock.
“Alright. Fair enough. Pick you up at eight?” Alan replied with a goofy grin. Steve immediately started laughing at the joke, but John was too nervous to process that they lived less than one hundred feet from each other. “Are you leaving right now, or can you chill for a few?” Alan asked warmly had he held a cool bottle of beer in each hand.
“I suppose I could stay for a few… but I’m going to be driving.” John responded. He wasn’t even paying attention to the bottles of beer at this point; Alan was seated on the foot of his bed, which was little more than a cot and stood barely over one foot off the ground, and his immense nuts and cock were so large that they rested firmly on the floor.
“Sweet! More for me!” Steve exclaimed happily as he caught the bottle that Alan had lobbed at him. “Oh, and have a seat, dude. You’re even making me nervous the way you are just standing there.”
John noticed that Alan was patting a spot on the side of the bed next to him. John shrugged and walked over to sit down; the bed was the cleanest place in the room anyway. As he was getting ready to sit down he noticed a strange black box lying on the bed. “Huh. What’s this?” He pondered as he flipped it over in his hands, inspecting ever angle of it.
“That’s Alan’s magic dick box.” Steve joked. “He says its making his dick grow,”
“That’s not what I said!” Alan shot back. “Look. I think I may have taken something from that, and now my cock seems to get slightly bigger every… so often.”
“He’s been paranoid about it all day, man. Help me talk some sense into him.” Steve explained to John. Then he turned his attention to Alan. “Ok. So say I believe you. How much have you actually grown?”
“I don’t know. I just feel like it was a lot smaller this morning, but I don’t remember ever having a smaller dick.”
“Then how do you know it’s been getting bigger?” Steve asked while he rolled his eyes and knocked back a swig of beer immediately after.
“I just do, ok. I remember you and I measuring this morning and taking notes on the growth. I remember that we determined that every time my dick softens after getting hard, it doesn’t shrink back down. I know this box and the item I took from it have something to do with it, but it’s all so hazy; almost like I am trying to remember a movie I tried to watch in kindergarten.” Alan explained emphatically.
Steve’s typically sarcastic smartass demeanor softened as he sighed. “Look. I’m sorry. I can tell you really believe what you are saying. I don’t remember any of what you described, but I believe you believe it. So hand me that box, and let’s pop the lock.” As Steve fiddled with his belt he added with a small chuckle. “Man, be glad you are a shower and not a grower. Could you imagine how fast you would grow otherwise?”
Alan was taken off guard for a moment. He was a grower, though… or so he thought. As he looked down at his hefty, floppy dong he realized that it hung down much looser than it had ever done before; it now seemed to be much more dangly. The notion struck him as odd for several reasons, but not the least of which was because he had no memory of what his dick looked like before. Apparently somewhere in the back of his subconscious the memories still remained, though. How else could he explain these brief flashes of insight into his past life?
John looked up from the box and saw that Steve had unbuckled his belt. The lean skater’s loose jeans quickly hit the floor followed soon after by his boxers. “The box?” Steve asked as he held his hand out indicating that he wanted John to give it to him. John stared dumbfounded at Steve’s large dick as he silently handed over the box. Steve’s dick was huge by most normal standards, but was nowhere in the same league as Alan’s.
“See? We discovered the trick to opening this box.” Steve recounted as he idly stroked his swelling cock. “I gotta admit. I love the way you have to open it. You have to ram your dick right into it and it pops open for you.” Steve was almost fully hard by this point and so he went to work ramming his dick into the box while humming the tune to “dick in a box.” To John’s surprise, the lid popped open revealing a small compartment for a small cylindrical object. He couldn’t help, but feel like the compartment looked like it was designed to hold a dick shaped object like a dildo or something.
“See that slot there?” Alan commented. “I am sure I saw the object that fits it in this room earlier today, but I was a little too hung over to pay attention to where I put it.”
John looked around the room. The dorm was an absolute pig sty. How the hell would they find a small dick looking object in this mess? Almost as if in answer to himself, his eyes stopped on what looked like the rounded off tip of what looked like it could be the object in question. He quickly crawled onto Alan’s bed and reached his hand in between the wall and mattress and pulled forth the object. Sure enough, it looked just like a human dick. It even had perfectly normal dimensions; it had nice solid golf ball size nuts, and a respectable eight inch length. John thought that it would make a nice dildo, but he had long since moved onto bigger and better things.
“Wow! That was fast! Remind me to call you whenever I can’t find my keys.” Alan responded with genuine surprise.
“Don’t accept, bro. He’ll be calling you five times a day to find his shit.” Steve chided in a good natured fashion.
“So wait. You think that if we put this back in the box, you’ll go back to normal?” John asked skeptically.
“Well, I hope so, anyway. At the very least, I’ll stop growing” Alan responded.
“So, um… before we do this… could I…” John nodded towards Alan’s gigantic dick. It seemed to start inflating as if in response to John’s request. “You know. Once more for the road?”
Alan smiled knowingly. “I’ll never turn down a blowjob, dude.”
John happily placed the box on a small table on the far side of the room and quickly stripped off his clothes. He peeled the layers off surprisingly quickly, given how tightly they were wrapped around his skin, and then he placed his clothes neatly beside the open black box.
Alan was already at half mast when John got down on his knees in front of him. Alan’s cock was now so big that there was no way that John was going to be getting his lips around it, but he was not to be deterred. He placed a hand on either side of the thick, fleshy head and locked lips with the pre-oozing slit. He could feel the bitter tang of pre in his mouth as he made hot, sloppy makeouts with his current crush’s monster cock. He was so turned on at that moment that he was gasping and panting sensually as he kissed the spongy head of the giant cock all over. The steady stream of pre had made the front of Alan’s massive, rock hard, dick nice and slick, and John arched his back as he clutched the cock to his chest and began to grind his dick into the soft underside of Alan’s cock right about where the shaft started to give way to the sack.
The tip of Alan’s cock nestled between John’s large, muscular pecs as he continued to grind his dick into the massive pole of human meat that was wrapped in his arms. It was so large that his own respectable cock was completely dwarfed by the spongy ridge along the bottom, but the sheer size of it just seemed to spur him on more and more. He could feel the steady steam of pre oozing out and coating his chest and abs as it trickled down and completely coated his cock and balls. His abs glistened as they rippled and roiled as he continued to gyrate his hips back and forth. He started to get his whole body into it, leaning forward and mashing his huge pecs into to the head of the giant cock. He settled into a rhythm where he was rubbing his chest into the head when his cock was pulled back and took the weight off of his chest as his dick dug in. The maneuver made it look a lot like he was a Go-Go dancer in a nightclub, except somehow even more scantily clad.
He could feel he was getting close as Alan’s massive cock began to shudder, which just spurred John on more. He tightened his grip on Alan’s shaft and began to roll him arms up and down as he ground against the shaft. As his arms would slide up the shaft, Alan’s foreskin would roll up with it and almost completely cover the top of his enormous dick; just the area immediately surrounding the slit was visible. Soon, John could feel that Alan was ready, and with one finally push, he dug his dig in hard against the soft underside and squeezed hard with his arms; his pecs and biceps bulged as he wrestled the shuddering cock like an alligator. He could feel it in his entire body as the massive ropes of jizz launched forth.
Feeling that his work was done, John came too, but his sizeable wad was completely lost in the hail of spooge erupting from Alan’s monstrous leviathan. The thick blasts of cum hit the ceiling with a series out loud splats. Spooge rained down on Alan and John like watermelon in the front row of a Gallagher show. In seconds John, Alan, and much of the bed was entirely coated in spunk. John could taste the warm, bitter cream seeping into his mouth. He opened his mouth even wider to catch as much as he could and let it roll down his throat.
John was so exhausted by this point that he was using Alan’s meaty spire to hold himself up. As Alan’s massive hard-on finally began to subside, John fell back onto the saturated carpet and struggled to catch his breath; that had been the single most intense orgasm of his life. He couldn’t even imagine how it must have felt for Alan and his well over two feet of cock.
Alan lied in bed breathlessly. His entire body had been wracked by that cumshot and he felt like he might never catch his breath again. As he panted contentedly he looked over to his roommate’s bed on the other side. Steve’s side of the room was relatively unscathed. Despite that, Steve had a large wad of cum on his face. A brief glance at Steve’s plumped up, drooping cock, made it clear to Alan what had happened. “Are you sure you are straight, dude?” He asked between gasps of breath.
Steve raised a middle finger weakly. “Straight enough.” He gasped as he wiped his wad out of his eye.
Eventually John managed to catch his breath and slowly get to his feet. “That was amazing, but I really have to go. I’m going to need to get cleaned up before I head home.” He picked up the dark
grey cock statue and nodded to Alan. “I’ll put this back before I go.” Alan nodded weekly in response.
John placed the small idol back in its resting slot and began to gather up his clothes; there was really no point in putting them back on in his current condition. He took another look back at Alan. He couldn’t shake what Alan had told him. Alan’s dick certainly did look a little bigger, but at its massive size, it was hard to tell. John looked back at the small statue and mulled it over for a moment. All he had to do was swipe it from the box and he would experience growth like that, too? He didn’t want to admit it, but he was a little insecure about his equipment. Sure, six inches was great for most guys, but he was almost seven feet of rippling muscle. Six inches looked ridiculous on him… two feet on the other hand… He would have size everywhere that it counts…
He casually slipped the idol into his pile of clothes and shut the lid. He said a few quick rudimentary goodbyes to Alan and Steve, but they were both still too lost in bliss to really acknowledge him. Alan managed a meager wave, but that was it.
With his clothes and the loot contained therein still clutched to his chest, John turned and strode down the hall back to his dorm. He got several stares from other residents as he strode; seeing a nude guy walking the halls was no big deal, but seeing someone as completely drenched in jizz as he was quite a rarity indeed. |
f487ce3960189b78918da7991c10aa74a9fc8922046c0ebdb978772c61734bbb | 9,579 | 0 | Chapter 0 - Photo Shoot |
Sam admired himself in the mirror. He really could not believe that that face staring back at him was his. His jet black hair seemed to shine, and his deep brown eyes seemed to shimmer. The makeup artists they had working at this shoot really knew what they were doing. It makes sense, seeing as they are professionals and all. The makeup they had used on him was so well done that it didn’t even look like he was wearing any. They had just smeared away any blemishes which may have existed naturally on his skin; a freckle there, a tan line here, all swept away by the artist’s brush. The makeup even seemed to accentuate Sam’s already well defined abs. Sam had never felt so sexy in his life, even with his ridiculous outfit.
Sam shrugged it off. He really didn’t mind showing a little skin on camera, but he had expected to actually be wearing clothes during his first modeling gig. The current thong he was sporting would have been revealing on a normal person, but with Sam’s current foot and a half of soft cock, it looked positively obscene. Sam was glad that he kept things neat and tidy down below since he filled out the front of the thong so much that the waistline was pulled down all the way down below the base of his cock. Sam had hoped to not be packing quite so much for his first gig, but try as he might he couldn’t talk Jake into giving him a downgrade. It had taken all of Sam’s effort to get Jake to reduce him down this much. Sam figured that eighteen inches was still pretty manageable; certainly a lot better than the four feet that Jake had originally set him up with.
Sam grabbed his robe and went to work on steeling his resolve. His heart was pounding in his chest out of a combination of nerves and excitement. The last two days had been so fun that he had managed to escape the anxiety that came along with his first gig, but now that he was alone, it was all rushing back to him. He found himself wishing Jake and Tyler could have come with him for this part. The three of them had been inseparable since they had arrived in New York the night before last; they had barely managed to catch their flight after the little delay with the TSA. Jake and Tyler had managed to turn even that nerve wracking experience into a fun little adventure, though.
As Sam thought about it, just about everything seemed a lot more fun with them around. Sam had never really cared about sightseeing before, but spending all of yesterday and the early part of today doing all the touristy stuff around the Big Apple had been a blast. The trio had become a bit of an attraction in their own right as they strolled the city with obscenely huge bulges in their pants. The three of them had been wearing the newest edition in Sam’s custom clothing line; he had kept up with his hobby of creating clothes even after they had found a way to control their sizes. Tyler was continually asking for Sam to find new and exciting ways for them to sport their huge packages in public.
The current model that they were wearing were designed to be worn as boxer briefs, but given that they had no pants that could be worn over such impressive endowments, they had taken to wearing them out in public as if they were shorts… albeit very form fitting and very, very short shorts. They had really lucked out with it being unseasonably warm this late in the year, but it was still a little on the chilly side. That said, the three of them really didn’t have to worry about shrinkage much. Despite the chill, Tyler had insisted on wearing his skin tight muscle shirt everywhere. Jake and Sam had dressed a little bit more sensibly by wearing hoodies, but somehow the extra layer up top had just served to make their lack of clothing below all the more noticeable.
Many people had stared and many had even taken pictures at the odd trio, but aside from that, they were left to enjoy their sightseeing relatively unhindered. There was one security guard at the museum who gave them a little trouble, but it was more because he was worried about them knocking over priceless artifacts than he was about the dress code violation.
The only real trouble they encountered was riding the subway. Getting all that junk through the doorway was problematic enough, but once they got in they took up a large percentage of the cabin. As the three boys sat in the benches on the along one side of the train, their massive junk would fill up the entire center walkway and spill out onto the opposite benches. This proved to be an inconvenience to many of the regulars, but many others seemed to be all too keen on smushing up against the soft masses of manhood.
Sam was snapped out of is reverie by a knock on the door. That was his cue to get out there and flash those pearly whites. All at once his anxiety came rushing back to him, but he took a long, deep breath, tightened his robe, and strode calmly out of the dressing room. The room that the photo shoot was to take place in was well lit and cluttered with large lights and various backdrops, but aside from that there really wasn’t much there. Sam had expected a lot more people to be here, but he only saw the director he had spoken to earlier.
“You, boy. About time you got out here. Ready for your big beak?” The man was short, chubby, and balding. His greasy hair and ill fitting clothes seemed to show a remarkable lack of interest in his personal appearance, which Sam thought was a strange trait for somehow who was in the business of making people look good. His name was Mr. Cosgrove, but Sam had slipped up and called him Mr. Cogswell more than once already.
“Yes, Mr. Cogs…grove.” Sam replied, catching his mistake before he could say the man’s name wrong yet again. “So… where do you want me?”
“You’re to be in front of that screen. Your photographer will be here in a minute.” Mr. Cogswell pointed out one of the screens that was particularly well lit. Sam was too focused on the machinery and props to even notice that there were a few occupied seats right in front of the spot he was to be modeling.
Sam got to the screen and threw his robe over one of the nearby chairs. There really wasn’t much to the set-up; just a light, a stool, and a backdrop. Sam decided that the best way to help him relax would be to do a few practice poses while he waited for his photographer to arrive. A quick glance at the set-up gave Sam a pretty good idea of just where the photographer would be. Sam used this to orient himself as he did a few mock poses. He started simple at first; a seated profile view; a back view of him leaning against the chair. As he got more comfortable he started to get a little more risqué. It wasn’t like there was anyone around to see him anyway, right? Sam flung one leg over and rested his knee on the stool as he spread his cheeks wide for the imaginary cameraman. The tiny strap of the thong he was wearing did little to cover his hole and his massive bulge was clearly visible between his legs. If anyone had actually been watching him, they would have been given quite a show.
Sam froze dead in his tracks as he heard a shrill whistle of appreciation from behind him. “Work it, Sammy!” All the color drained from his face as he turned around; which given how pale Sam’s skin is normally, was a pretty impressive feat. Sam looked to see who it was that had seen him, but he had known who it was the second they called him by his nickname. There was only one person Sam knew that would call him that, and sure enough, Tyler was sitting in one of the cloth backed director’s chairs right outside the bright ring of light. Sam was not at all surprised to see Jake sitting quietly in the seat right next to Tyler.
Sam had been so sure he was alone that he hadn’t even thought to check. The color continued to drain from his skin everywhere except for his cheeks which turned bright red. “How did you get in here?” He squeaked; his voice cracking from embarrassment.
“We told they guy that we were your friends, and he let us in.” Tyler replied nonchalantly as he shrugged innocently.
Sam didn’t buy it. “They don’t just let anyone walk into these things.”
“We told him that it was your first shoot and that you were super nervous, honest!” Tyler declared emphatically. Sam knew Tyler was a terrible liar, but he still couldn’t quite trust was Tyler was saying. Something in the way Tyler had said it; his voice had faltered just a bit at the end. This meant that what Tyler was saying was mostly true, but something key was missing.
Sam turned to Jake for an answer. Jake’s calm, knowing smile betrayed nothing. “What he says is true, man. We may have had a little help from the photographer though.”
Photographer? Sam hadn’t even met the guy yet, but apparently Jake and Tyler had wasted no time in getting buddy buddy with him. “Who is this mysterious photographer anyway? No one I talked to would even give me a name.”
“Sorry, babe. It was meant to be a surprise.” Sam spun around as he heard another voice come from the shadows. Standing before him was fairly tall twenty year old with short, copper red hair, brilliant emerald green eyes, a sexy five o’clock shadow, and a smile to die for. The guy’s tight t-shirt and jeans really accentuated showcased his lean frame. Sam’s face turned another few shades of red; in part because of just how sexy his boyfriend looked, and in part because he was painfully aware that he standing there with almost two feet of cock crammed into an overstuffed g-string that did nothing to save his modesty.
“Lyle!?” Sam’s voice cracked even further as he yelped in surprise.
“Who loves ya, babe.” Lyle’s smile spread wider.
“But… and… you… HOW!?” Sam sputtered.
“How do you think I got you this gig? I am doing my internship with this company, and I need to do a professional shoot in order to get my class credits. Fortunately, they let me pick my own model.” Lyle explained as he beamed with pride.
“And they covered the air faire?” Sam asked skeptically.
“Err… no. That was me, actually.” Lyle admitted bashfully. Sam knew Lyle had been putting in extra hours down at the shop during the semester, but Sam never knew why. Whenever Sam questioned him about it he would always just smile and say he was saving up “for a surprise.”
“But… then this isn’t a real shoot? It’s just your class project?” Sam was crestfallen. He was so excited for his big break, but it turns out he was being lied to all along.
“No! That’s the best part. See, these are still professional photographs. I mean, I’m still just an intern, or apprentice, or whatever you want to call it, but I’m still taking the pictures for the company. If they like what they see, they’ll use the photos. It’s a big break for both of us.” Lyle explained emphatically, but then started to get a little bit bashful as he continued. “Doesn’t hardly seem fair, though. The pictures are guaranteed to look amazing just because you’re in them.”
Sam somehow managed to turn a few more shades of red. He tried unsuccessfully to say something to Lyle a few times, but then spun around and chose to direct his attention towards his other two friends. “You knew!” He shouted accusingly at Jake and Tyler. Tyler raised his hands and tried to as innocent as possible. Jake on the other hand just rolled his eyes.
“Oh please, you think we’d let blondie in on the jig? We had to keep it a secret, remember?” Jake said playfully as he tussled Tyler’s short, blond hair. “I, on the other hand, was in on it from the start.” A smug grin spread across Jake’s face as he leaned back in his chair.
“Well then, shall we get started?” All four of the boys turned to see the short director standing here with a large mug of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other. “I don’t want to be here all night, after all… wow. Not bad, kid.” He exclaimed as he noticed Sam’s huge cock crammed awkwardly into the front of his thong. This caused Sam to turn yet another shade of red.
Sam felt a little tingle in his loins. His face went even whiter as he looked and saw Jake’s eyes aglow with electric alien psychic tech. Sam pleaded silently with Jake to stop it. He really didn’t want his first shot at a big modeling gig to be blow by a titanic wardrobe malfunction. Sam breathed a sigh of relief as the tingling stopped as suddenly as it started. Sam’s junk had definitely grown some, but not much. As it was, he was now smuggling twenty inches of dick in his skivvies and had at least an inch of the base of his cock fully exposed. His small underwear was straining unsuccessfully to fully hold back his huge balls. From the right angles, a few inches of Sam’s nuts could be visible between the edge of the fabric and his legs.
Sam did his best to ignore his indecency and soldier on. The net result of was a perpetual coy smile on his lips and rosy blush on his cheeks that could make even the straightest man’s heart flutter. The senior photographer would occasionally step in to give Sam and Lyle a few poses to try out, but generally left it up to Lyle to run the show. The photo shoot went on like this for awhile, with Lyle taking pictures and Sam striking the poses that were requested of him by either his boyfriend or Mr. Cosgrove.
“Here. Try this. Sit up on that stool. Great. Now how about placing your hands behind your head. Nice. Nice. Now legs. Far apart. More… More… Good.” Lyle guided Sam along as Sam complied with the instructions. Sam felt very exposed in this position, and was chewing his bottom lip nervously while still giving his best reluctant smile. The look on his face could have melted hearts of stone.
Jake couldn’t pass up a chance like this. As Lyle stared down his viewfinder and snapped away happily, Sam’s package continued to slowly creep up in size. Inch after inch added onto his already substantial cock. Sam could tell what was happening, but he didn’t dare look down. He tried his best to keep his cool and ignore it. By the time his growth spurt had subsided his dick was at just above the two foot mark. Several inches of his cock was peaking out the top of his thong, and his massive nuts were spilling out the sides. His thong was stretched so tight that the robin’s egg blue fabric was beginning to turn sheer.
“Great. Perfect. Now turn to the side. Good. Now, fold you arms above your head. Great. Hips out. Perfect.” Again, Lyle directed and Sam complied. Focusing on his boyfriend’s voice helped Sam to calm his nerves and draw his attention away from the steadily growing mass in his pants. As he started striking the new pose he could feel Jake adding a few more inches to his endowments again.
This pose would have been great for accentuating the bulge on a normal person, but for Sam it was just ridiculous. Sam’s cock was already so huge that that only the front half of it was within the pouch of the thong; the rest of his shaft protruded obscenely above the waistline. He had more cock exposed than most people had in their entire package. His nuts had long since spilled out the sides of the pouch and now dangled down to his knees.
Sam heard the camera shutter a few more times followed by a man shouting, “And, that’s a wrap!” Sam jumped a little at the sound. He had completely forgotten about Cogswell. His face turned bright red all over again as he turned to face the short man. “Great job out there, kid, but we might need to get you a bigger size next time. I realize a shoot like this is exciting. It’s normal for a kid like you to get a little aroused the first time or two. In fact, it helps the product sell if we can see a little life down there, if you know what I mean, but man. I have never seen anyone grow like you had.”
Sam reached down and tried unsuccessfully to cover himself. He simply did not enough hands to even give himself the illusion of modesty. “Anyway, I’m done here.” Cosgrove redirected his attention to Lyle now instead of Sam. “Feel free to mess around a bit more and take some pictures. You’ve got a knack for this, and you really don’t need me breathing over your shoulder the whole time. Just lock up when you’re done, alright?”
“Thanks you, sir. We’ll make the best of it, I assure you.” Lyle replied happily as he caught the keys. Sam was amazed that this man was just giving up the keys so easily, but then again, if Lyle really had been working under him for a few months now it made sense that there was a certain bond of trust there.
The four boys stood around waiting patiently as the older man left. As soon as the door shut Tyler exclaimed. “Hell yeah! Now we can take the GOOD pictures!” Sam didn’t even have time to question what was happening because he could already feel Jake adding a few inches to his already cumbersome cock.
“Don’t worry, babe. These are going to be for our eyes only.” Lyle reassured his jittery lover with a disarmingly sweet smile as he swapped SD cards in his camera. “No need to hold back. Now you’re performing just for me.”
Sam could feel his worries melt away as he stared into those emerald eyes. His cock even began to stiffen a bit as he thought of putting on a show for his lover.
“Alright. Next pose. Sit on the stool. Great. Feet up there with you. Good now spread em. Niiiice and wide.” Sam complied, but now that he was in the company of friends and just doing it for fun he was able to relax a lot. His cheeks were still slightly flushed, but his lips were curled into a goofy, playfully seductive grin. As per instructions, Sam was seated on the stool with his feet up with his and his legs spread wide. His massive junk hung over the front of the seat and dangled halfway down the stool. His balls even bumped against the support bar that connected the legs. It was an amazingly sexy pose, especially given how it accentuated Sam’s already undeniably huge package.
“Jeez. Think it’s big enough?” Lyle called jokingly to Sam as he continued to happily snap pictures. Sam playfully stuck his tongue out, but he could already feel his cock swell as Jake accepted the challenge. Sam could actually hear the fabric of the thong popping as it passed its limit. He was amazed it had held out this long.
“Ok. Turn over. There we go. Sit on your legs. Like that. Now… spread em.” Sam didn’t even have to look to be able to visualize the horny look in his lover’s eyes. The redhead’s voice practically dripped with sexual frustration. For all the months they had been together hey had still not gone all the way even though both of them had wanted to. They had messed around a little, and made out a lot, but they just couldn’t bring themselves to take the next step.
Sam complied with the orders so that he was positioned with his shins against the seat of the stool. He sat down so that his legs were beneath him and his junk jutting out behind him. Sam leaned forward almost as though he was bowing down to swear fealty to some feudal lord, but instead of his hands forward and pressing the ground he moved them to his backside to help give the camera a better view. Holding this pose required a remarkable level of muscle control, but it was totally worth it for Sam.
From the back, Lyle could only see Sam’s exposed ass and massive junk dangling below it. Sam reached back and spread his cheeks wide for the camera. By this point the thong was stretched so thin that the back strap was little more than fishing wire. It did nothing to hide Sam’s eager and twitching hole. Lyle tried his best to maintain his professionalism, but he was way past rock hard by now. At least his own meager erection was mostly covered by his tight jeans.
Lyle continued snapping pictures as Sam’s fingers worked their way inward towards his hole. Sam took some initiative here and began to play with his ass for the camera. He started easily with just one finger, sticking it in down to the bottom knuckle. He could actually hear Lyle gasp, and knew it was having an effect. Sam slipped another finger in and spread his hole wide, being sure to give the camera and its operator a clear shot.
Lyle struggled to keep the camera steady even as the sticky warmth spread across the front of his pants. He already knew he was never going to be allowed to live this down, but he had nothing he could do about it now other than keep on keeping on. “Ok… next…” Lyle continued ordering as he fought to steady his voice. “On the floor. Ok. Kneel down. Good. Arch the back. Hands forward.”
Sam could tell that Lyle was having trouble keeping it together even after creaming himself. His boyfriend’s pants clung awkwardly to his still rigid shaft. Sam went along with the commands. In a moment he was on the ground, standing on his knees while leaning back. Sam went ahead and did Lyle one better by slipping his hands down the front of the thong and wrapping his hands around the head of his massive cock. By this time Sam’s dick was so huge that the head was all that was actually covered by the fabric, and even that wouldn’t last long.
Lyle breathlessly snapped more pictures as Sam’s cock continued to swell. He continued to rapidly click the shutter button as the waistband on Sam’s thong finally snapped, allowing the behemoth to flop free in all of its glory. He snapped faster and faster as he tried desperately to capture every frame of animation of his lover’s mammoth cock springing free from its confines. Lyle could feel the
damp patch in the front of his pants spreading, but he didn’t care any more.
As the strap finally broke Sam felt amazingly liberated and free. It was as if all inhibitions left him as the last vestiges of clothing and modesty flew from his body. His cock quickly inflated and hardened with his newfound sexual freedom. As Sam’s dick reached its most rigid state, the tip of the head towered at least three feet above his head.
Lyle maneuvered around the giant hard-on and snapped more and more pictures of his lithe lover as the black haired boy made love to his own enormous wang. The redhead continued to fire away, snapping wildly as his body and soul were powered by pure artistic passion and base animalistic lust. Shot after shot he snapped of Sam leaning in and licking his own colossal shaft while giving a seductive wink the camera and the cameraman. Lyle continued to circle around as he snapped more pictures of Sam’s amazing backside as the boy stuck his ass out for the camera as he reached up and pawed at the towering cock like a cat at a scratching post.
Lyle switched to panoramic mode as he slowly filmed an image of all of Sam’s beauty as he started with his lover’s cute toes, then up to his firm, round, shapely ass, the up the bow’s lean, milky white back, past his glossy, raven black hair, up along the boy’s long, slender arms, and up and up the remaining feet of Sam’s long cock until he reached the very tip where a steady stream of pre seeped out around the extra foreskin which bunched up at the top. This was to be is masterpiece. He sincerely wished he could show this picture off for the whole world to see, but he had already promised that this shoot was private.
Lyle breathlessly put his camera down as he continued to stare at his boyfriend. He had no idea how he had managed to snag such a beautiful guy, but he was glad he did. His artistic muse would never fade as long as he had Sam around. He just wished he could say the same of his boner. Lyle wished that the two could go ahead and take the next step, but he knew that Sam was a top and there was no way he could ever hope to tackle such a beast. He had resigned himself to watching from afar.
At that moment a curious thing began to happen. As Sam stood up and turned around, his magnificent dick was dwinding by the second. The feet turned to inches as the gigantic cock shrunk down to a very respectable seven inch stiffy. Lyle was amazed, he had already known that Sam’s measurements seemed to change at random, but he had never seen him below the two foot mark.
An awkward smile played at Sam’s lips as he sauntered over to his red haired lover. The two of them were standing so close together that their faces were just inches apart.
“Just kiss him already!” Tyler’s voice split the tension. Sam and Lyle both turned redder as they both broke eye contact and looked around the room sheepishly.
“I swear, we have to do everything for these two.” Jake chimed in with faux annoyance. Two sets of arms wrapped themselves around Lyle’s chest as Jake worked at peeling off Lyle’s shirt and Tyler unbuttoning Lyle’s jeans.
“We’ve been meaning to have you join our little club for ages, but Sam here insisted on being the one to do the honors.” Tyler explained playfully as he stuck his fingers into the waistband of Lyle’s boxers and pulled down his soggy jeans and underwear in one swipe.
“What? Club?” Lyle asked dazedly as he stepped out of his shoes and turned to look at Jake and Tyler. The two teens were already completely nude; their incredibly huge dicks rested soundly on the floor even though they were both standing.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t wondered how Sam’s dick keeps changing sizes.” Jake responded with a sly grin. “We control his size, and once you join us we can make you as big as you want. Bigger even. All you have to do is ask.”
“Any size?” Lyle asked in shock. After seeing Sam’s cock towering at almost ten feet his mind was reeling with possibilities.
“Any size.” Jake responded evenly. “Don’t worry. You can’t possibly surprise us.” It was then that Lyle noticed the strange blue glow in Jake’s eyes. Lyle tried to figure out if he was just imagining it or not when his eyes were drawn to movement down lower. As if he needed any more proof. Jake’s cock was surging outwards in size. Lyle had to take a few steps back to get out of the way of the growing beast. When the surge of growth finally stopped each of Jake’s nuts was taller than he was. Lyle stared in awe at the massive hose of cock that filled up much of the studio; props and lighting had been haphazardly shoved aside as the leviathan had made its way through the room.
Lyle ran his hand experimentally across Jake’s massive shaft. It certainly felt real. He could even feel the warmth emanating from it and Jake’s pulse flowing through it. He just couldn’t wrap his mind around the sheer size of it, though. What would it be like to have a cock that large? He wanted to find out, but he was still hesitant. Would he be stuck walking around with something that huge? Lyle couldn’t imagine having to go through life with three feet of sausage in his pants every day like Sam did.
A slim pair of arms wrapped around Lyle’s midriff. “You don’t have to get big if you don’t want, but please let me do this. It changes you. It makes you more… adaptable.” Sam pleaded. “Trust me. It’ll feel great, and you’ll never have to worry about me being too big for you ever again.” There was no way Lyle could say no to a request like that, especially not while Sam was rubbing his cock teasingly between the mounds of his butt.
“I don’t care about whatever freaky ritual you need to do. I just want you to do me.” Lyle pleaded with his slimmer lover. That was all Sam needed to hear. Lyle was just about tackled to the ground by Sam launching himself onto Lyle as he kissed him on the cheek.
“Good news for you is that Sam here plowing you is the ritual.” Tyler added with a mischievous smirk. “I suggest you just lay back and enjoy it. Oh. And since you haven’t been broken in yet, this’ll help a lot.” Tyler added, slipping Lyle a small bottle.
“Is this some sort of ritual oil… or some kind of potion?” Lyle asked staring at the small vial of clear gel intently.
“It’s just lube, bro. Sam may be back to his original size, but it’ll still hurt if you ride him raw.” Tyler explained, rolling his eyes.
Lyle was too embarrassed to say anything further, which was all the better for Sam. He had been wanting to plow his lover for months now, and felt like he was going to go insane if the redhead didn’t nut up and shut up.
Lyle soon found himself on his back with his boyfriend on top of him. This was really not how he had imagined his first time. Sure, he couldn’t imagine a hotter guy to do it with, but in a large studio with his boyfriend’s two best friends watching them go at it? Add onto it that Sam’s friends were both hung like whales. He couldn’t even fathom what it must be like to have a cock the size of a greyhound bus like Jake currently had. Lyle’s mind continued to race, but it ground to a complete halt the second Sam’s lips touched his. He no longer cared about anyone or anything else other than the two of them.
It didn’t really register what was happening as Sam plucked the small bottle from his hand. Lyle was so intently focused on Sam’s lips on his and Sam’s tongue in his mouth that he almost jumped in shock when he felt the first of Sam’s cold, wet fingers poke at his ass. Sam traced a path down Lyle’s chest, down his abs and up his red treasure trail with his lips as he continued to play with Lyle’s hole with two of his gelled fingers. Lyle looked down and watched as Sam went down on his still rigid cock. Sam continued sucking Lyle’s rock hard dick while fingering his hole, all while never breaking eye contact with his lover.
Lyle’s cock was still a little slimy from when he creamed himself twice just a few minutes ago. Sam could taste the redhead’s still fresh cum on his lover’s cock. Sam had waited so long for this moment and now that it was finally here he was torn between rushing to the good part or savoring every last moment of it. Sam opted for the slow, steady approach as he continued to suck and lick up and down Lyle’s cock. It was a commendable cock for one who had not yet been exposed. It stood a respectable six inches tall and had an impressive thickness to it and large balls to match. Sam couldn’t wait to see what it looked like when it was much, much larger.
Lyle couldn’t believe how good Sam was at giving head. Had he known this he would have suggested they try this much earlier on, but then again he didn’t like the thought of not being able to give back as good as he got. He knew there was no way he could wrap is mouth around Sam’s impossibly huge dick.
Sam could see Lyle convulsing and feel his lover’s dick spasming in his mouth, but very little came. It seemed that Lyle had already been drained dry. Sam lifted off of his boyfriend’s dick and smiled. He knew exactly how to fix that.
Lyle winced as Sam’s dick slipped into him. He had braced himself for a lot of pain, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as he had expected; it was more of a discomfort than actual pain. “Just relax…” He could hear Sam coo to him soothingly. “The more you relax the better it feels.” Lyle took he words to heart and let himself go slack. Instead of trying to ride with Sam’s thrust he was rolling with the momentum. After the third or fourth thrust, the pain had all but completely vanished. It was replaced by a soothing feeling almost like a massage in his ass. Even if it hadn’t felt good, Lyle would have been enjoying this moment. He had never been physically or emotionally closer to Sam as he did in this moment. It was as if they had become one body as soul.
Sam could tell that Lyle had finally loosened up a bit that the steady plowing no longer hurt. He decided that it was time to make sure that Lyle really felt great. Sam stepped up the intensity, ramming harder and deeper with each thrust. It was obvious to everyone around that Lyle was really enjoying the new intensity.
“Holy shit. He’s a screamer.” Tyler exclaimed in awe.
“Yeah… Wow, that’s hot… and you owe me five bucks.” Jake added.
Lyle wished he had anything left in his balls to cum. He never could have imagined that it would feel this good. Sam’s dick was slamming against something deep inside of him, and it felt amazing. With each powerful thrust, electric shockwaves coursed up his spine and overloaded his brain. His cock lurched futilely in an effort to cum, but his balls had nothing left to give. Finally he could feel it; waves of warm spunk dumping into him. It seemed like an awful lot, but he wasn’t about to complain. He could feel Sam’s cock slip out of him followed by small spurts of pent up jizz. He never wanted this moment to end. He felt so happy and good all over.
While Lyle lay there swept up in bliss, he began to be vaguely aware of certain changes happening. His balls felt large and full again, and his dick was no longer raw. His sexual exhausted melted away as his dick sprung back to life. He had just cum more than he had ever cum in his life, but suddenly he felt like he could go forever and never get tired.
Lyle’s eyes slowly drifted over to Sam’s face. He was expecting to see Sam experiencing a similar afterglow, but what he saw shocked him. The black haired boy had a devious smile and a horny gleam in his eyes. As Lyle’s eyes drifted lower he saw that Sam was as hard as ever. Lyle couldn’t be sure, but it seemed like Sam was a little bigger down there as well.
Lyle gasped as Sam plunged into him once more. It felt like Sam’s dick was growing larger with each thrust. Every plunge, his lover’s cock filler him up more and more and hit him deeper and deeper. He had no way of seeing how large Sam’s dick was but it had to be huge. Lyle could actually feel it sliding in and out of him. It almost seemed like his whole body was readjusting itself to accommodate the monstrous wang. Was this what Sam had meant by it made him more adaptable? Whatever it was, Lyle was in ecstasy.
“Alright! Now it’s my time to shine!” Tyler shouted as he ran over to Lyle, his cock shrinking to a more manageable foot and a half in the process.
“Fine, but I get to be inflated next.” Jake said as he finished reducing Tyler down to a size that Lyle would be able to take.
“Yeah, yeah. You know I would never turn down a chance to turn you into a cum balloon, babe.” Tyler shot back with a wink. Lyle had no idea what these two were talking about cum balloons? Inflating? All he did know was that he was going to find out soon enough.
“Open up. This is the fun part.” Tyler said playfully as he wagged his dick in front of Lyle’s face. Lyle’s curiosity and hormones collaborated to convince him to suck on the cock that was being offered to him. It was the first time he had ever had a dick in his mouth, but now that he and Sam had taken the next step, he knew it wouldn’t be the last.
Lyle’s mind fogged over as Sam continued to ream his ass and Tyler plowed his face. He was being used from both ends, and it was pure bliss. He came again, harder than he had ever cum in his life. Even if he hadn’t just cum, the sheer volume of jizz hurdling through the air didn’t seem physically possible from his own meager balls, and despite that his nuts still felt full and heavy.
Sam could see his nuts getting ever larger as he continued to plow his boyfriend. His balls had surpassed the size of beach balls and were well on their way to the size of beanbag chairs. Sam couldn’t even process how huge his cock must be by now, but somehow Lyle was able to take all of. He wasn’t just taking it, he was rocking it. Seeing how much Lyle was enjoying it only spurred Sam on more and more. At long last, they were having their first time together, and he was going to make sure it was one to remember.
Sam continued to thrust and thrust even though the muscles in his legs and hips were aching. He wanted to make this last, but he was getting so close to blowing his load all over again. At least this time it would be his first plus size load pumped inside of his boyfriend. Thinking about it just made Sam want to cum even more, but he was determined to make this moment last. It’s just that Lyle’s ass was so warm, and so tight, and so amazing. Sam just couldn’t hold back.
Lyle could feel the surging rush of cum flooding into him. Even given Sam’s enhanced size, the absurd volume of jizz that was pumping into him seemed impossible, but then again, much of what he had seen tonight, he would have considered impossible. That said, nothing could have prepared him for what was having next.
Lyle could feel the cum pumping into him, flowing up through the pipes and then pooling in his stomach. It was a strange sensation, but by no means uncomfortable. In fact, it was one of the most strangely relaxing feelings he could have imagined. His stomach swelled and swelled as jizz poured into it. His gut felt so warm and full, and the feeling just got more and more intense as he got fuller. Soon his stomach had reached its max capacity and his lover’s spunk continued to travel upward. He began to taste the bitter, salty tang of Sam’s spooge as it seeped past Tyler’s huge cock and into his mouth.
“It’s show time.” Tyler cried triumphantly. Lyle almost gagged as he felt Tyler’s cock grow even thicker inside of his throat. Suddenly there was no place the pent up jizz to escape to. To make matters worse Tyler was cumming now too. Lyle found himself with two massive loads being pumped into him from opposite sides with nowhere for it to go. To his surprise, his stomach bloated further and further to accommodate. He lost any and all ability to think as his belly inflated outward obscenely. What had started as what could be seen as a standard pot belly after a huge meal was now inflating outwards like a balloon. Lyle felt so amazingly warm and full and pleasurable that his brain ceased being able to process all the stimulus. All of his other senses dulled away into faint background noise as he enjoyed the steadily intensifying bliss of his expansion.
Jake was enjoying the show from a safe distance. It seemed like every time they did this to someone the changes happened easier and faster. It was almost as if the nanites were learning their habits and changing their behavior to work with them. Not that Jake was complaining. He was already looking forward to getting his turn next. There was no way he was going to lose out to this rookie.
Once Tyler had started cumming, Lyle’s cock had begun steadily growing as well. The redhead was so wracked by bliss that he hadn’t even registered the changes until the pleasure from his expansion got so intense that he started cumming all over again. His shots were steadily increasing in magnitude as his cock got larger and larger, but he was completely oblivious to his increased size. Even when the tip of his dick brushed against the twenty foot ceiling, he still was unable to grasp what was happening. He didn’t care though. He never wanted the feeling to end.
Sam and Tyler’s streams steadily trickled to a stop. They were both drenched in cum after Lyle’s now colossal dong had erupted like an oil rig. Much of the studio was coated in spunk, too. Sam hoped that this didn’t end up costing Lyle his job, but it looked like most of the stuff in the room was either disposable or waterproof.
Sam pulled out and took a few steps back to admire the changes his boyfriend had gone through. Each of Lyle’s enormous balls was now taller than Sam was, and his now soft, monstrous cock was easily twenty feet long. The truly remarkable part was Lyle’s massive balloon belly. Sam could swear he could even hear the cum sloshing around in there. Lyle’s gut had expanded so much that it looked like one of those giant novelty snow globes people put out on their front lawns during Christmas. Sam had been amazed at the airport agent’s expansion, but Lyle’s even blew that guy’s out of the water. Sam could already tell that Jake would be super jealous of the new guy’s success.
Jealous wouldn’t have been the word that Jake would have used, but his competitive streak was certainly flaring up. He was not going to be satisfied until he had the newest initiate completely dwarfed by his growth. “My turn!” Jake shouted. It came out sounding a lot more demanding and a lot less cheerful than Jake had intended.
Jake focused his powers and made a few key adjustments. He needed Sam to have the smaller of the two cocks. Jake loved Sam like a brother, but if he was going to have someone reaming his ass, he far preferred it to be the love of his life.
Sam was tired and would have actually preferred not to have another go so soon, but at least he had the easy job this time. He just had to stand around and let Jake greedily suck him off, while Tyler did all the heavy lifting.
Jake lay down on his back as Sam and Tyler got into position. Jake was not about to make the same mistake he had last time when he had tried to do this while laying on his stomach. If he managed to swell up to the proportions that Lyle had, his expanding belly would cause some severe logistical issues for his two designated cum-pumps.
Tyler dove into his task whole-heartedly. He hadn’t had a good excuse to completely let loose on his lover’s ass since before their flight out. Not that he really needed an excuse to have sex, but their motel room really wasn’t big enough for them to go at it. This large open soundstage was perfect for him to really let it all hang out.
Tyler rammed Jake’s ass over and over. He enjoyed their new inflation kink as much as the next guy, but sometimes he wished that they didn’t do it every time. Sam’s hefty dick blocking Jake’s throat meant that Tyler didn’t get to hear his lover’s sexy moans as he tore up the tall boy’s hole. At least Tyler got to stare at Sam’s amazing ass as he gave Jake a deep, sensual plowing.
Sam got to enjoy Jake’s greedy tongue lapping at his dick. Jake was determined to make sure that Sam was good and ready to bust a nut down his throat. Sam’s dick was naturally long and skinny, and it had kept its relative dimensions even as it grew. This had the added benefit of making it possible for Sam to still slide his cock down Jake’s throat even at over two feet long. Sam could feel all the muscles in Jake’s esophagus clenching and squeezing his dick as they tried to push whatever was clogging the pipes down into Jake’s belly. Sam’s knees felt like jelly, but he managed to keep himself upright.
Tyler grunted loudly as his nuts began to unload into his boyfriend’s stretched out ass. Gallons of spunk flooded into Jake’s body, and in no time flat, Jake’s belly started to fill up. Sam felt the first bit of Tyler’s jizz smack up against the tip of his dick as it started to overflow into Jake’s throat. Sam blood ran cold as he felt the tingle in his dick almost immediately after. How had he forgotten what would happen when Tyler’s spooge hit him? Jake was the only one of them who was actually immune to it. Sam quickly back-peddled as he worked to pull his dick out before he accidentally choked his friend with it. Sam was barely able to pull his cock out of Jake’s mouth before it got too big for the brown haired boy’s jaw to handle.
Jake was already struggling to get his lips around Sam’s dick. Even with the near miss they had just experienced, he was not going to be outdone by Lyle, and with both Sam and Tyler now larger than they had been when doing Lyle, his victory was assured.
Sam did his best to shift his massive cock into a position that Jake could lock lips with it. The head of Sam’s dick was far too large to fit into Jake’s mouth, but Jake was still able to put his mouth completely over the slit. It was almost as if Jake was making out with Sam’s cock as he locked his lips greedily with the eye of Sam’s monster.
Sam was ready to bust his nut in Jake’s mouth even before his felt another wave of Tyler’s spunk flood into Jake’s mouth and splash against his cock. The next round of growth hit him, and the intense, tingling pleasure from his new expansion quickly pushed Sam over the edge. When his growth finally leveled out, his slit was several times larger than Jake’s mouth, but that didn’t stop the tall, lean boy from trying to catch as much of the jizz as he could. The sheer weight of Sam’s dick was enough to keep the head of his cock mashed up against Jake’s face, and the roaring torrent of cum did the rest. Steady blasts of high pressure cum rushed into Jake’s mouth and down his throat.
Tyler was just about spent by this point, but seeing Jake writhe in pure bliss as he his stomach swelled and swelled gave him a second wind. Seeing Jake so happy, always got Tyler good and horny, and it didn’t hurt that he could feel all the muscles in Jake’s body twisting and flexing around his cock as his lover writhed and shuddered from pleasure overload. Tyler was once again fully rigid in record time. Jake’s distended belly was already rivaling that of Lyle’s and growing larger by the second as Sam’s colossal cock continued pumping spooge into Jake’s open mouth.
Jake had had enough foresight to shrink his own dick down to a more manageable size before his little inflation session, but even at it’s current six foot height, it was making quite a mess of the studio as it continued to rain down spooge all over the place. Everywhere you looked it was giant dicks, inflated bellies, and lots and lots of jizz. It was like some kind of twisted, X-rated variant of Charlie and the Cocklate factory.
Finally, Tyler and Sam were both completely spent. Jake looked completely ridiculous. All that could be seen was a huge set of cock and balls and an absolutely enormous, quivering flesh toned water balloon that was Jake’s cum-filled gut. Somewhere under that mess, Jake was lying in a near comatose state of pure bliss. He absentmindedly ran his hands along his bloated belly. It was so sensitive that even the touch of his fingers along the surface sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He felt so warm, so full, so peaceful that he drifted off while being gently rocked to sleep by the steady sloshing of his cum-bloated stomach.
Tyler staggered to his feet and surveyed the damage. None of the equipment seemed to be damaged from being knocked over, but all the backdrops were soaked clean through. At least Lyle’s camera seemed waterproof enough to have survived the soaking. Tyler checked up on each of his three friends. Sam’s dick was now far too large for him to walk until Jake woke up to shrink him down. Lyle was down for the count too; even if he wasn’t completely lost in a haze of euphoria from his inflation, his cock was far larger than his body. It looked like neither of them were going anywhere until Jake woke up, and even then Jake was going to be stuck there until his gut shrank back down. Tyler had seen this process enough to have a rough timetable, but the best he could figure was it would take at least an hour for Jake’s body to process all of that jizz.
Tyler shrugged and went about getting everything ready so that they could all leave as soon as they were mobile. He really didn’t want to get caught here when the cleaning crew showed up. Tyler bent down and picked up Lyle’s camera and pulled out the SD card. He had passed Mr. Cosgrove’s office on the way in, and so he knew where to drop it off now that they had taken the pictures they needed. He also had brought a few changes of clothes which were stashed in his bag in the lobby. They would have to find some way to rinse the jizz off, but at least they would have a decent wardrobe for being out in public in.
It had actually taken almost two hours for Jake’s body to process the insane amounts of cum he had ingested, but once he was able to move around, the quartet of massively hung guys used a hose and water pump they had found in the maintenance room to take a rudimentary shower. They didn’t get all of the caked on jizz off, but at least hey looked presentable.
“So, um… don’t get me wrong, tonight was fantastic, but what do we do about… you know.” Lyle muttered while he pointed as his obscenely large cock. Jake had not bothered to shrink it down for him so he had been dragging around roughly twenty feet of junk as they cleaned up. He had managed to get around remarkably well, despite his size, but doors were continually a problem for him.
“Glad you asked.” Tyler beamed with a mix of pride and good natured mischief. “Since your part of the crew now, you get to wear the uniform.” Tyler reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of the custom fit boxer briefs they had been using the past few days. Lyle’s mouth fell open wide as he saw just how large the crotch pouch was. It was more of a parachute than it was underwear.
“What? You don’t like it? Sam worked so hard to make them.” Jake added teasingly.
Lyle’s face turned a shade of red to match his hair. “No! I love it. I just might need some help… you know…” He made some awkward gestures to indicate shoving his junk into the front.
With a little guidance from Jake and Tyler and a lot of physical help from Sam, Lyle was able to get his monstrous cock and balls into the pouch. He was surprised at how well it held everything in place despite the awkwardly huge size. The pants seemed to squeeze everything together and make his package more compact, but his bulge was still larger than his body. His cock was definitely wider than his body, and it stuck out almost seven feet in front of him before curving down over the crest of his balls. At its peak, the curve of his dick crested at right about chin level for him. His humongous nuts still scraped the ground even while being held up by the industrial strength fabric. The front of his pants was so full that the waistband didn’t even come close to actually reaching his waist. The elastic band stopped not even halfway up his bulge, leaving four feet of shaft exposed to the elements.
“Wow… and they let you walk around in public like this?” Lyle asked, astonished by the indecency of it.
“We’ve yet to meet anyone who had the balls to tell us otherwise.” Tyler responded with a sly wink.
The other three boys easily settled into their respective shorts with ease. They all filled them out about as much as Lyle did, except for Jake whose package was so large he could barely even see over it.
“Don’t mind him. He just likes being the biggest.” Sam noted with a bit of a chuckle.
“Why doesn’t he just shrink the rest of us down so he’s the biggest?” Lyle pondered out loud. His query was met by loud laughter from the other three. His suggestion seemed absolutely absurd to them; if given the option, of course they were going to choose to go to eleven.
A great time was had by all for the next few days. The four of them spent their time growing closer as friends and as couples. By the time it was time for them to fly back home Lyle felt like he had always been one of the crew. Not only was he now close with Jake and Tyler, but he had finally gotten the hang of walking around with a colossal dong packed into his shorts. It seemed a shame he would have to downgrade his size when he got back to work. He was already running the numbers in his head to determine just how big he could get away with and still be able to do his job. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he had loved all the looks he had been given as he had toured the city so nice they had to name it twice with two big apples and an empire state building swinging between his legs.
Lyle adjusted quickly to his new life. A series of trial and error had helped him determine that around six feet was the biggest he could get away with and still do his job well enough. He developed a bit of a reputation and a fan club around town, and so on the days that he and Sam were working, the store was almost as packed as their pants.
He had almost completely forgotten about the photos he had submitted from his New York photo shoot. He hadn’t heard anything back from them, but he figured it was better they part ways with that firm anyway. He was just glad they hadn’t billed him for the damages to the studio.
As Lyle was checking the mail one day he noticed a particularly thick manilla envelope. He checked the sender; it was some publisher he didn’t recognize. He was curious to see what was in it, so the second he got back inside, he threw all the junk mail onto the coffee table and opened the package. Inside was a thick catalogue for the company he had worked with.
Lyle’s jaw dropped when he saw the cover. In big bold type read “Check out our newest model!! You’ll have to see it to believe it” and on the cover was a close-up of Sam’s face as he winked seductively while licking a fleshy, white wall.
He quickly flipped through the pages and found the section about Sam. The first few pages were filled close-ups of Sam’s face as the black haired beauty gave a series of sly winks, and coy grins, and bedroom eyes that were meant for Lyle only. He reached the final page to see grinning playfully with his legs spread wide. He could see the outline of Sam’s hands through the nearly sheer fabric that only really covered the very tip of his boyfriend’s monolithic dick. Lyle breathlessly turned the magazine sideways so he could admire his lover’s beauty from the correct angle. As he stared at the image, the page began to peel back and then fell loose from the book. As it fell, it unfolded like an accordion revealing more and more pages contained within. When it was finally fully extended the centerfold was ten pages long; one page for every foot of cock that Sam was seductively leaning against in the panoramic photo.
Lyle struggled to steady his breathing and his heartbeat. This was bad. He needed to hurry up and tell Sam… but first he needed to change his pants.
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Scher’s bare feet plodded aimlessly against the cold, stone floor of the palace grounds. He was slowly adjusting to life with a massive cock. It had seemed like such a great thing at first, but it quickly became apparent just how difficult having a dick that was larger than his body could be. That’s not to say that he hated it, far from it in fact. He just wished that he could get out of the palace more.
The king had blown a gasket when Scher had returned home from his midnight rendezvous with the notorious thief. Scher had originally hoped to try and hide the changes for as long as possible, but seeing as it had taken an entire platoon of royal knights to hoist his jizz laden balloon of a body onto a cart and carry him back, that was completely out of the question. Then again, even if he had somehow gotten back home quietly, how exactly was he to hide his almost twelve feet of cock?
That question was the main reason he was confined to the palace. The king had decided it best if Scher lay low until they could find a way to undo the curse that had been cast on him. Spellcasters and sorcerers from around the world had come to the palace in hopes of breaking the spell and gaining the king’s trust… and the sizeable reward that went along with it, but so far not a single one had managed to shave even an inch from the prince’s colossal wang. If anything Scherzo’s dick had grown considerably since that fateful night.
Scherzo’s cock was simply too big for him to get around normally. He had taken to using spells and enchantments to make the task easier. He scoured the palace library for any spells he could use, and he soon discovered he had a remarkable knack for magic. Before long he had converted just about every small area rug in the palace into a flying carpet which he used to help carry his immense junk. He currently had an array of twelve carpets gripping his gigantic package at various points causing his entire, enormous bait and tackle to float in front of him. This of course made it impossible for him to see, but he had found a way around that too. He had devised a method of scrying the area around him and displaying the entire scene in a small crystal ball which floated directly in front of his face.
It was incredibly awkward walking around in third person, but he had soon learned to adjust to the bird’s eye view of his own mobility. The hardest part was keeping his libido in check. The third person view meant that he was constantly staring at his own cock and marveling at just how much larger it was compared to his small, boyish body. Just seeing how massive it was compared his body… and compared to everything around him for that matter, just got him hornier by the minute.During the course of his weeks of isolation his magic powers had developed further and further which led to more and more growths in his junk. Now his dick had gone from a manageable eleven feet to monstrous twenty, and it was showing no signs of slowing. If anything it was requiring him to use more and more magic just to navigate the humongous tool which just caused his size to creep up ever faster.Scher’s concentration was beginning to falter even before he passed by the grand fountain, but upon seeing that even just one of his massive nuts could fill the entire circular basin, he felt his concentration slip and his cock lurch. He loved that his junk was so massive. He had to deny it whenever the king and queen or court officials questioned him, but it was pretty hard to hide the fact that seeing the size disparity between his cock and just about anything else drove him wild. Already his dick was hardening and his already massive balls were swelling up from his arousal.In a moment of weakness, Scher’s concentration broke completely which caused his animated carpets to flop lifelessly to the ground and his enormous cock and balls to thud audibly down atop them. Even Scher’s floating sight orb dissipated. Scher collapsed face down onto his own chubbed up cock and buried his face into the shaft. He could feel the warmth coming off of it and even hear the soft, audible churning sound of his own cum sloshing around inside of his titanic balls. His mind drifted towards the mysterious masked thief who had enchanted him.Scherzo knew that Claves loved huge cocks, and there was no doubt in Scher’s mind that his dick was far and away the largest in the kingdom. Some small, hidden part of Scherz’s mind cried out in joy every time the official measurements came in of his enormous size. He just knew that there was no way that Claves could pass up a chance to see such a specimen. Even if the thief wouldn’t come visit him personally, there would come a time where Claves could no longer resist the lure of such an immense cock.Scherzo chuckled softly as he nuzzled against his enormous semi-boned wang. Just how much bigger would it need to get before the allure became too much for the sexy bunny to resist. Would it have to dwarf the palace? Scherz’s steadily boning cock gave a slight shudder in anticipation as the prince thought about it. Would it have to get so large that his towering, rigid spire could be seen from the far borders of the kingdom? Scherzo’s cock lurched in excitement at the mere thought of it.“What are you doing out so late, young master?” Came the tired, high pitched voice that Scher immediately recognized as belonging to the old woman that had raised him. “And where are your clothes?” She added in admonishment.
Scher didn’t want to respond. What could he even say? It was one thing to let the various citizens get a good, hard look at his fantastic dick, but the old nanny was more of a mother to him than the queen. Being bare assed naked and fully boned in front of the woman who had raised him was almost too embarrassing to bear. There was no way he could try and play it off like nothing was happening. Maybe when he had but a few inches of dick which easily fit into his pants he could have pretended to not have a boner, but now that his fully boned cock stood taller than the walls that surrounded the courtyard, he had no way to hide it. Instead he dug his face in deeper against his cock in an effort to hide his blushing cheeks.“I needed some air…” Scher finally murmured. “…and it’s not like I could find anything that’d fit me.”The matron made a stern “tut tut.” sound. “At least put on a shirt or something. You’ll catch your death of cold at this rate, and then who would take the throne when your father steps down?” She scolded.Scherzo softly grumbled in annoyance. Someone telling him he needed to act like a king seemed to be a daily occurrence lately. He had been old enough to take the throne for a while now, but the push to act more regal was a pretty recent phenomenon. Scher figured it had something to do with him now having a dick that could fill the throne room.As his cock continued to creep up in size, it was becoming more and more difficult to keep it a secret. Scher had to spend most of his time locked away in his room so that none of the visiting dignitaries would catch sight of him. He felt like a prisoner in his own home. He whiled away his days reading books and using his scrying powers to draw the scenes out of the crystal records he had smuggled from the palace library. All the while he dreamt of some dashing hero coming to his rescue. In every one of his daydreams the hero had pink hair and wore a stylish black mask.Scher was so lost in his musings that he had missed much of what the old caretaker was rattling on about. All he managed to catch was the last little bit. “… the best minds in the kingdom are working on a cure. You’ll be right as rain in no time. Just hold tight until then.” The matron said reassuringly.Scher nodded and mumbled a halfhearted thanks for her kind words. He probably sounded a bit more forlorn than he had intended, but it was just as well. The longer people thought he actually wanted a cure the better. That said, he wasn’t opposed to the idea of shrinking down so that he could once again get out of the palace, and there was a certain allure to finding a way to reverse the growth… if for no other reason than it gave him an excuse to go out and get cursed again.Everything about the night he had been enchanted was so fantastic he could scarcely believe it had happened. If not for the massive cock and balls that he now had to lug around everywhere it would have been easy to play it off as a dream, but every inch of his body remembered how great it felt. It seemed like every night he found himself reliving the moment in his dreams; the way Claves’s cock stretched him wide as it plunged into him; the way his own cock and balls felt as they surged in size; the intensity of his need to cum despite the spells holding him back; and especially the way his body felt as it was pumped so full of jizz that his gut has expanded into a massive balloon of spunk. He found himself longing to once again experience that sensation.Scher was so lost in his reveries that he hardly noticed how boned he was until the sound of large gobs of pre splattering loudly against the stone walkways snapped him out of it. His dick was shuddering visibly and streaming pre like a faucet. He knew he wasn’t going to be going anywhere until he got his libido under control. He just hoped he could keep himself in check long enough to flag down some guards to get him out of the courtyard and over to one of the designated draining spots. His recent daydreams had gotten him so worked up that his nuts had almost doubled in size. Even with his magical powers, there was no way he was going to be able to hoist his immense package. Just one of his balls was now the size of the royal carriage that the king rode on in the annual parade, and said carriage was the largest float in the parade!Scher looked around to see if the old matron was still lurking around. He hoped to get her attention and have her call for assistance, but she was long gone. He wished he had paid more attention to what she was saying; it might have given some clue to where she had gone. As it was, he was literally stuck in the middle of the sprawling palace grounds with no one in sight to help him. He just knew if he creamed here he’d never hear the end of it. Not only would it be a pain to clean up, but the king and queen were expecting delegates from neighboring kingdoms to be arriving first thing in the morning. Even with the army of animated mops that the palace cleaning staff had at their command, there was no way they could clean it all before the guests began to arrive.Scher focused on steadying his breath as best he could. He needed to get his libido under control. If he could just hold out until one of the patrols arrived he was sure he’d be fine. Surely they could muster the manpower to hoist him to safety.Everything was going so well for the prince until suddenly he felt something bump against the extra-sensitive tip of his rigid cock. The impact sent shockwaves of pleasure up and down his twenty feet of cock. The sensations were so intense that Scher found himself moaning in spite of himself. His cock gave a hard lurch and began shuddering in anticipation of the impending wave of spooge that would no doubt coat the entire palace grounds.“Well. At least someone is glad to see me.” A familiar voice said blithely. Even without looking Scher could see the smug grin in his mind’s eye. There was no doubt in his mind who the voice belonged to.Scher managed to fight his arousal long enough to stare upwards at the head of his cock. What he saw simultaneously filled his heart with joy, his stomach with butterflies, and sent what little bit of logical thought he had left in his brain into high alert. Perched like a bell tower gargoyle atop the prince’s towering dick was none other than the kingdom’s most notorious and elusive thief. Claves’s huge, chubbed up cock drooped down over his gigantic balls and dangled down past his feet.Scher was flooded with a multitude of emotions. He was so happy to see his crush in person, but at the same time, this was by far the most inopportune moment that the thief could have chosen to show up… then again, Claves loved to make sure that his arrival was entirely on his terms. It wouldn’t surprise Scher at all if he discovered that Claves had been lurking in the shadow for ages waiting for the perfect moment to spring into action.“You came!” Scherzo cried out happily. His cock gave a lurch as if it too was expressing joy in the thief’s arrival.“So will you from the looks of it.” Claves teased playfully. He ran a hand across the tip of the prince’s enormous cock. The thief’s gentle touch sent ripples of bliss arcing through the prince’s colossal dick. Scher could do nothing but moan in ecstasy.“Although it’d be a shame to ruin such a nice lawn…” Claves said playfully as he hopped off of Scher’s shuddering cock and landed gracefully directly behind the blue haired royal. A soft sound escaped Scher’s lips that was somewhere between a sigh of relief and a whimper of longing.Scher stood there for a moment leaning against the shuddering spire that was his own cock as he fought a battle against his raging hormones. Claves sat back and watched the prince’s lurid expressions with bemused fascination. The thief loved playing with the little royal, but his goal wasn’t to make the little prince blow his load all over the royal flower garden… not yet anyway.After a minute of struggling against his own desire to cum, Scher finally managed to bring his libido back into check. The small, slender prince was panting heavily and his face was flushed pink with arousal. Once he had finally worked up the resolve, Scher looked over at Claves and asked, “Why didn’t you come sooner?”Claves was taken aback by the pain and longing in the prince’s voice, but he tried to play it off as best he could. “Even for me, sneaking into the royal palace is no small feat.” The thief said as he flashed the prince a smug grin.“What if you didn’t have to sneak in?” Scher suggested. The look in the prince’s eyes made it clear that he was about to start pleading with the thief before he had even stated his intent.Claves cocked his head to the side and looked upon the prince. “You’re just going to open the door and let the world’s most notorious thief waltz in and out? That kind of takes all the fun out of it.” The bunny said blithely. What little of his face that was visible had a look of bemused fascination as he waited for the prince to continue.Scher looked down at his feet as he spoke. “I’m the prince…” he muttered nervously. “I could… I mean… you don’t have to come in as a thief… I could have you knighted…” the prince stammered. After a moment of awkward silence, Scher finally worked up the nerve to look up at the thief’s face. Claves still had the same bemused grin as he had had earlier.“I mean… I’ve seen you fight.” Scher gushed. “You could be the captain of the guard!”Claves grin faltered and he let out a soft, reluctant sigh. “Do you really think I could stay here?” He asked the prince.Scher perked up immediately. He had completely misinterpreted the nature of the question and began rattling on, “Yes! Of course! You could serve as my guard! You’d never have to sneak anywhere and you could come visit me anytime!”Claves let out a wistful sigh and ruffled the prince’s hair. “That kind of life is not for me.” The thief said softly. “Think of it this way… I know you love stories, right?”Scher took a moment and looked the thief up and down as he tried to assess where this conversation was going. It already sounded like Claves was going to turn him down so he didn’t really want to continue the conversation, but he knew he had to see it through one way or the other. “Yeah…?” The prince replied skeptically.“What’s your favorite part?” Claves asked. “Do you like the action? Maybe the suspense…?” The thief sidled in closer and whispered the next line seductively into the prince’s ear. “Or maybe… the romance?”Scherzo felt his knees go weak as he listened to the thief’s soft voice. “All of it…” The prince replied breathlessly.“So we have a great tale full of action… suspense… romance!” Claves said dramatically. “How would you feel if I told you that story and all I told you was, ‘They live happily ever after’?”Scher looked confused. “That’s not a story at all.”“Isn’t it?” Claves replied cryptically. The tone of his voice and the sly grin on his face seemed to be goading the prince on to explain.“Not at all! It’s just the ending! Where’s all the stuff that makes the story worth listening to?” The prince explained emphatically.“Exactly.” The thief concurred. “The suspense is what I live for. The tests of skill. The feel of the wind against my skin as I dash across the rooftops. Now how can I have all that if I am cooped up in a castle?”“It’s not like you’d be a prisoner…” Scher tried to argue, but his gaze dropped to the floor. It was clear he knew where this was going.
“It’s the same thing, isn’t it? I would be honor bound to remain at your side, and my station would mean that all doors in the kingdom are open to me.” Claves explained. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“But I wouldn’t be alone anymore…” Scher pleaded.
The pain in the prince’s voice actually made Claves want to drop everything and take him up on his offer, but there’s no way he could leave his life behind. What the prince needed was a friend, and that didn’t necessarily have to mean him. “Once we get you mobile again, you won’t need to worry about that anymore.” Claves reassured as he ran his fingers through the petit teen’s blue hair.
“They’re working on a cure…” Scher said quietly. “but… they don’t know how long it’ll take… and I don’t know if I want it…”
“You say cure like it’s some kind of disease.” Claves replied playfully.
“Well… the king seems to think it is…” Scher replied.
“What if I told you I had a solution that might suit both of you?” Claves asked. Scher perked up instantly and gazed expectantly up at the taller thief.
“What? How do you mean?” Scher sputtered excitedly.
“You don’t need to reduce it… You just need to get better at hiding it.” Claves responded cryptically. Scher furrowed his brows and waited for an explanation, but none were forthcoming.
“I’ve got a friend who could help you with that…” Claves said just as cryptically as before. The thief seemed to be mulling something over. “Hmm… yes, I think that would work…” He muttered as he thought it out.
“What? What’s going on?” Scher asked. He was practically pleading for any information.
“I’ll explain after I do what I came here for.” Claves replied. His voice took on a lusty growl that made Scher’s still boned cock shudder in anticipation. “… but before we begin… Did I hear correctly? There’s a rumor going around that whoever can help with your ‘little’ problem will be appointed the new royal tutor?”
“Yes!” Scher replied emphatically. He didn’t know how Claves could help him but having the thief as his personal tutor was almost as good as his original plan, and if it meant he’d be mobile again then even better.
“I see that look in your eyes.” Claves chided playfully. “But as I said, I won’t be the one to help you. I know someone who would be far better suited for the job.”
Scher looked crestfallen, but it didn’t last for long. Claves crept up behind him and kissed the prince’s neck and tenderly caressed the prince’s bare bottom. Claves could feel the prince shuddering from his touch. “And now for the reason I came…” Claves whispered lustily into the prince’s ear.
Scher knew that tone, and he knew what the thief wanted. As much as the prince wanted it too, he knew he had to resist. “Not here…” He muttered.
“Then where?” Claves asked playfully. “It doesn’t look to me like you are going anywhere.”
It was then that Scher became aware of just how much he had grown during the course of their conversation. Just being in the sexy thief’s presence had kept the prince in a constant state of arousal. His nuts had been steadily swelling the entire time. Now the two immense orbs filled much of the courtyard. Each one was the size of groundskeeper’s cabin which resided on the far corner of the gardens.
“All the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t get budge you at this size.” Claves explained playfully. Scher knew he was right. He was stuck here until… until he managed to cum.
“Unfortunately we’ll have to make this quick.” Claves whispered into the prince’s ears. “That old crone said she’d only keep the grounds clear for an hour.”
It was then that everything had begun to fall into place. The old caretaker had set this date up for them. That was how Claves had managed to slip past all the wards and guards that kept intruders at bay.
Scher tried to think of any other alternatives. Surely they could use a spell or something to transport him out of there and to somewhere where it was safe for him to unleash his load, but he knew that the castle’s own defenses prevented any such spells. He really was stuck here. He tried to search his memory for any other course of action, but his ability to think clearly was fading by the second. Claves’s soft kisses along his neck were driving the prince mad, and that’s not even factoring in what the thief’s hands were doing.Claves slipped a gloved finger into the prince’s shudder hole. Scher inhaled sharply at the intrusion but then let out a soft moan of bliss. It was over for him then. He could no longer muster the resolve to fight back. All he wanted was to have the thief’s huge cock planted deep within him.
“I have a little confession to make…” Claves growled seductively into Scher’s ear. “… I’ve been getting myself ready for a while.”
Scher wasn’t sure what Claves meant, but he wasn’t confused for long. As Scher glanced back over his shoulder Claves flashed to prince a smug grin and nodded to indicate that the prince should look lower. Scher did so, and as his gaze fell upon the thief’s balls, the prince’s eyes went wide as saucers. Claves’s nuts were so huge that they rested solidly on the ground and were expanding before his very eyes. There was no doubt in Scher’s mind that the thief had used some enchantment to ramp up his production. The prince let out a soft whimper as he imagined being reamed by the thief’s enormous cock and being pumped full of spooge. Scher’s cock lurched hard and began to dribble pre even faster as he imagined just how full of spunk the pink haired hotty was going to pump him.
“That’s enough of that” Claves chided playfully as he placed a gloved hand against one of the prince’s colossal nuts. Scher instantly felt the rush of energy surge through him. His balls began to swell once more, but what was more interesting was that the stream of pre from the tip of his cock had stopped. This was hardly the first time Claves had used such a spell on him. Scher knew that he was not going to be able to cum until the thief saw fit to allow it.
“… do it…” Scher murmured softly.
“What was that?” Claves asked playfully. “I couldn’t hear you. You’ll have to speak up.”
“I said do it…” Scher said slightly more forcefully.
“You’ll have to be more specific than that.” Claves teased. “There’s a lot of things I could be doing.”
“You know… just do it…” Scher murmured. Claves couldn’t suppress his chuckle as he watched the prince squirm. They both knew what he wanted, but Claves wanted to see how long it would take the posh and proper princeling to say such a vulgar thing.
“Do what? Could it be that you want me to fuck you?” Claves asked playfully.
“Yes…” Scher whined pitifully.
“Yes what?” Claves asked. “I want to hear you say it.”
“… please… f…fu….” Scher stammered between hormone addled huffs.
“Come on… It’s one syllable. How hard could it be?” Claves teased playfully.
“… fuck me…” Scher finally managed to utter softly.
“You’ll have to do better than that. I could barely even hear you.” Claves growled seductively into the prince’s ear and then returned to planting kisses on the nape of the boy’s neck.
“F-fuck me.” The prince groaned.
“Louder.” Claves growled sensually.
“Fuck me!” Scher cried out.
“Well… If you insist…” Claves replied with a soft chuckle. The thief took a few steps back so he could aim his huge cock at the prince’s eager hole. Scher whimpered and shuddered as he felt the bunny’s thick dick stretching his hole. Claves went slow at first but once the tip was in he shoved the rest in in one swift motion. Scher cried out in ecstasy as he felt the immense cock ram into him. He could actually feel his gut stretching and distending to make room for the enormous tool.
Scher was so lost in ecstasy that he didn’t even care that there were no doubt several guards in ear shot or that his nanny was still most likely nearby. All he cared about was how great it felt to be so full of cock. He cried out with each and every thrust of the thief’s huge cock. He felt like his insides were being churned into butter, but that was just fine with him.
With each powerful thrust, Scher’s cock tilted ever so slightly forward until it was too far for it to remain upright. The two lovers were carried along as the titanic member fell forward and landed with a deafening thud against the stone pathway. The two lovers were far too lost in each other to really worry about the sudden change in venue. If anything it just made things easier for them. Now Claves was free to really dig in.
Claves grabbed the prince’s hips and buried his cock in down to the hilt which caused the prince to cry out louder than ever. Claves began reaming the prince so hard that Scher’s entire massive cock lurched back and forth with each thrust. With each pass, the tip of the prince’s cock mashed against the far wall of the courtyard. Each collision sent a shockwave of pleasure which arced through his cock and then exploded into his brain. He felt like he could cream just from that, but the feelings in his dick was nothing compared to the sensations that wracked the rest of his body.
Scher’s body was already warping and stretching pleasantly with each pass of the thief’s massive cock, but the second Claves began to cum, Scher entered a new and exciting world of bliss. His skin felt wonderfully warm and tingly as his gut began to stretch and swell. His hair stood on end as it felt like his whole body crackled with raw sexual energy. He couldn’t even form a rational thought anymore. All he could think about was how warm and wondrous he felt. With each passing second more and more of the thief’s spunk washed into him. Already his gut was so huge that he could no longer wrap his arms around it, and judging from the way the pink haired bunny was still plowing into him at full speed, Scher doubted Claves would be stopping anytime soon.
That was just fine with the prince. All he wanted was to feel like this forever. As his belly continued to swell and fill, it soon got to the point where his he was lying face down on a king sized mattress of bloated belly. His huge, swollen gut began to spill over the edges of his humongous cock.
Scherzo was barely even conscious by the time Claves finally reached his limit. The prince was left writhing in ecstasy. It was as if every millimeter of his body was begging to cum, but he was simply unable. He was stuck in a maddening state of perpetual bliss. All he could do was cry out in ecstasy as the sloshing reservoir of cum that was pumped into his belly gently rocked him back and forth. His cock shuddered and lurched but nothing came out. The prince continued to cry out. His voice was an orgasmic wail that simultaneously begged for more and pleaded for release, but there was no one to free him. The thief had once again vanished into the night.
Scher remained in that delirious state trapped between heaven and hell until the early morning light washed over the courtyard. A large crowd had gathered to gawk at the spectacle, but no one could do anything. None of the court wizards had ever heard of such a spell. The king had placed a call out to any and all enchanters that could save the prince from this curse, but so far no one had been able to do anything.
“Oh. Excuse me. Pardon me. Sorry. I think this is the place?” A wiry little mage rattled on as he forced his way up to the front of the pack.
“This area is off limits.” The guard growled menacingly.
“Yes. Quite. Of course, but I was asked to come down here personally and see to the state of the young lord.” The mousey caster rattled on. “You see, as a member of the Arcanum I have insights into such matters that may or may not be useful, but I will not know until I see the see the subject first hand. This kind of spell it really quite rare, and I would love the chance to look upon-urk.”
The mage’s rambling was cut short when the guard brusquely grabbed the front of his robe and picked him by the collar. “Arcanum…” The guard growled into the mage’s face.
“What? Arcanum? Yes. Right. As I was saying.” The mage squeaked as he fumbled for his pendant that showed his rank within the order. “My name is Timpani. First apprentice to the high enchanter of the Arcanum.” Tim rattled on as he flashed his badge of office.
The guard growled menacingly, but put the mage back down and allowed Tim to pass. Tim quickly scurried over towards the bloated mound that was the prince and balked at the sight. Scher’s balls alone filled the entire courtyard, and even the massive slit of the prince’s enormous cock was taller than the scrawny caster, but what really got Tim’s attention was the lack of liquid flowing from the shuddering cockhead. “Yes. Quite. I really wish I hadn’t taught him that spell sometimes, but this is a very simple matter to reverse. All I have to do is undo the seal and then allow the built up pressure to handle the rest. If I could just… yes, that should work… and then factor in the first law of quantum hydraulics… very good.”
Tim’s calculations were interrupted when one of the guards grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. “You can fix this!?” The guard asked. This new guard had much shinier armor and a sash that denoted a higher rank. He was obviously much more intelligent and rational that the grunts that were handling the crowd.
“What? Fix? Why yes. I believe I could. If you could just get the citizenry back so I can take care of the rest. It will be a simple matter. As I was saying I just need to-” Tim rattled on until he was once again cut off.
“Yeah. That thing you said. I don’t understand a word of it, but if you can help the prince, then I’ll leave ya to it.” The captain replied flatly.
Tim opened his mouth to say something, but the guard didn’t give him the opportunity. Without even a moment of hesitation, the captain was rushing towards the front lines to give the order. Tim merely stood there for a moment in bewildered silence, but then decided not to worry about it and go about his business.
“Let’s see… a slight swish of the wrist, a flourish, aannnddd… viola.” Tim said as he went through to motions of undoing the enchantment. He was actually quite impressed with the quality of the seal. He had been the one to design the original spell, but Claves had added a lot of personal touches to it. Tim was about to make a note to try and get the elusive thief to sit still long enough for a discussion into the finer points of the newly modified spell, but he was once again rudely interrupted.
“Is it done? Is the prince safe?” The captain asked. The seasoned soldier was practically begging the mage for answers.
“Huh? Oh yes. All I have to do is place my palm upon the subject to finish the incantation.” Tim said calmly as he leaned over and rested his hand upon the soft, spongy flesh of Scher’s shuddering cockhead. “I must say. I am impressed with your efficiency. I never would have imagined you could have successfully evacuated all those people in such a short period of time.”
“Evacuated?” The guard asked nervously.
“Oh my, yes. As I said, you need to get the people away from here because once I finish the incantation…” Tim’s voice drifted off as he looked over at his hand which was now resting against Scher’s cock. The prince’s massive dick was shuddering violently and the young lord’s cries were getting louder by the second.
“Oh dear…” Tim uttered meekly. “This could get messy…”
Scher cried out in pure sexual bliss as he finally managed to cum. Shot after, thick, massive, gooey shot of spunk erupted from his titanic cock. Each spray was enough to coat an entire building in his spooge, and there seemed to be no end to the amount of spunk stashed away in his colossal nuts.
Scher couldn’t see; he couldn’t hear; he couldn’t even think about anything other than how great he felt. With each new shot it felt like his brain was exploding like a firework of sexual frustration. After just three shots he lost the ability to shout altogether, and was reduced to a quivering, panting heap as his cock continued to fire away completely of its own volition.
Claves and Leo watched the scene unfold from atop a nearby rooftop. Claves gave an impressed sounding whistle as the first jet of spooge launched over the palace walls and rained down upon the main thoroughfare. There were gobs of jizz that were larger than people crashing down upon the crowd. Within seconds, everyone who had gathered to watch was completely drenched in the prince’s jizz, and Scher showed no signs of stopping.
Leo didn’t have near as good a view of the festivities as his boyfriend did. The lean clerk was too busy trying to catch his breath after clamoring up to the top level of a three story building.
“Why are you so tired? I practically carried you up here.” Claves sassed playfully.
Leo didn’t dignify his lover’s ribbing with a response. Instead he breathlessly asked, “Did you really have to leave him like that overnight?”
“I had to be sure that Tim was the one to free him. It’s not my fault that he was late.” Claves replied with a noncommittal shrug.
“Still… that was a nice thing you did.” Leo replied.
Claves responded with a dismissive “pff.” “You said it yourself, having an Arcanum official in our debt is good for business, and I can only assume that goes double for princes.” Claves explained huffily. “Plus once little Scherrie is out and about again it’ll make it so much easier to tease him.”
“Riiiight…” Leo responded sarcastically as he got up and dusted himself off. Leo then casually sauntered over towards the edge of the roof and dropped down onto the second floor balcony. Leo landed with a dull splat. The lake of spooge had already risen so much that it was beginning to spill over even onto the balcony.
Claves scurried over to the edge of the roof and leaned over to shout a retort back at his boyfriend. “I am not nice!” The thief cried out indignantly.
“Whatever you say, dear.” Leo replied dismissively as he ducked inside the house to get away from the rising tide. |
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Alan and John’s post-coitus cuddling was interrupted by loud, obnoxious banging on the door. “Just ignore it. They’ll go away eventually.” John said contentedly as he tightened his arms around Alan. Alan was perfectly fine with letting their visitor come and go without so much as a word, until he heard a voice coming from the other side of the door. Alan groaned in annoyance as he recognized his roommate’s shouting.
“Alan! Alan! Alan! Alan! Alan! Alan!” Over and over the dude on the other side continued to bark his name like a meerkat. Alan shook off John’s arms and trudged over to the door while grumbling a litany of obscenities about his roommate.
“Steve! Steve! Steve! Steve! Steve!” Alan barked back angrily, and then added testily. “What!?”
Steve just raised an eyebrow and cocked his head back as he greeted Alan in the time honored way that one bro typically greets another. “ ‘sup?” Steve was about Alan’s height, but was very different in other ways. He had a very lean build typically of skaters and long wavy brown looking hair that was topped off with a red, yellow, and green rasta-colored beanie.
“Oh, you know. Hooked up with a hot football player. Had sex. So I’ve got that going for me. Which is nice.” Alan responded casually but then his demeanor soured as he followed up with an annoyed “How did you even find me here?”
“You know how it is. It’s a small campus. News travels fast, especially if one of the star football players is involved. Not only that, but his voice carries well. I could hear you two love birds from the lobby.” Steven commented nonchalantly; a perpetual peaceful grin seemed stuck on his face. He then leaned into the room and peered over Alan’s shoulder at the huge, naked jock seated on the bed. Steve shot John a thumbs up and added cheerfully. “congrats on the sex, dude.”
Alan shoved Steve back out of the doorway and added testily. “Why are you even here!?”
“Haha. Oh, right. Maaan. We were so fucked up last night.” Steve said jovially.
“I noticed.” Alan replied flatly.
“I think I may have, accidentally taken some freaky Tiki mask from the anthro wing and might have worn it as I ran around campus… As in… Just the mask.” Steve explained as a goofy grin spread across his face.
“And I’m supposed to care? It’s not the first time you’ve streaked around campus. We both know how proud you are of your cock.” Alan replied as he rolled his eyes. Steve was pretty well known for his ten inches, and Alan had had plenty of time to get up close and personal with the amazing tool. Unfortunately, Steve was straight, but he was a bit more open minded than most guys. Alan and Steve were really good friends, and Steve was never one to turn down a free blow job.
“Look, man. I need a favor…” Steve looked around to make sure the coast was clear before leaning in the room again and addressing John. “Hey man, I need to steal your boyfriend for a minute.” Steve grabbed Alan by the arm and pulled him into the hallway.
“Ok. I want you to come with me to return the mask. I could get in deep trouble for swiping it, and you are much better at handling people than I am. So… can you pleeaasseee come with me and help me smooth things over? Pleeeasseee?” Steve clasped his hands together and made an overly dramatic show of kneeling down as he pleaded.
“Dude. Get up, you’re being a tool.” Alan replied, sighing audibly as he did so.
Steve could tell from the tone of his friend’s voice that Alan was going to accept his request. He began to look up to thank his bud, but his eyes only made it half way. His jaw dropped the second he saw the massive tool swinging between Alan’s legs. The huge cock reached over halfway down to his knee and had two huge melons for testicles to go along with it. “Jesus Christ!!” Steve shouted in shock.
The doors to a couple of the nearby dorm rooms opened up as the occupants looked out the see what the commotion was. They too stopped and stared in shock and awe of Alan’s massive cock. Steve got back to his feet and quickly began herding Alan back into John’s dorm. “I just need to steal your guy candy for a minute.” Steve said to the small crowd that had begun gather around.
Once they were back in the room, Steve shut the door behind him and turned to Alan. “Ok. What have you been feeding that thing, and did you save any for your bestest bud?”
“Uh… I honestly don’t know. It was just kind of bigger when I woke up today.” Alan shrugged as he explained. He didn’t really care how his dick had grown; as far as he was concerned, the results speak for themselves.
Steve grabbed Alan by the arm and pulled him over to John’s desk and shoved him into the swiveling task chair. He had a rare serious expression on his face as he did so. In one quick motion, he pulled his belt out of the loops in his loose jeans, causing the already low riding denim pants to fall to the floor. He grabbed a small ruler from the cup sitting on John’s desk and measured the distance between the metal studs on his belt. “Ok. ¾ inches between studs…” He murmured as he held the belt against the base of Alan’s cock. “No way… fifteen inches? Soft!?”
“Wow.” Both Alan and John said in unison. The word was the same, but the meaning was totally different. Alan was amazed at the sheer size of his dick now, but John was absolutely enamored with the sheer magnitude of his new friend’s growth. He had watched it almost double in size since they had been together. He was already wondering what the new and improved cock would look like fully hard and just how big it could get.
Steve got down on his knees before Alan and pulled his friend’s legs wide apart. He slowly began stroking his bud’s gigantic dick. Both Alan and John were too surprised by what they were seeing to say anything at first, but as Alan’s cock got harder, and Steve wrapped his lips around the head, Alan asked shakily, “You are straight, right?”
“Straight enough.” Steve replied as he sucked off his friend’s gigantic tool. “What’s a few blowjobs between friends, right?”
“Oh, hey… I could do that… if you want.” John piped in softly. His own respectably dick was already fully hard all over again.
Steve ignored him and continued going down on Alan’s huge knob. As he came up for air again he said. “I’ll blow you, but if you so much as think of cumming in my mouth I will use these power pellets as punching bags.” Steve said coolly. His calm demeanor already made it clear that he was only half joking, but he gave one of Alan’s huge nuts a light squeeze to emphasize his point. Alan chewed on his lower lip as he struggled to not blow his load in his friend’s mouth. Alan had gone down on Steve several times in the past, but this would be the first time that the glove was on the other foot.. Alan was amazed at how good at it Steve was.
“I don’t mind if you cum in my mouth… Just saying.” John tried to interject, but neither of the other guys seemed to be paying much attention to him.
Steve pulled off when Alan was very close to blowing his load. Alan’s cock was the hardest it had ever been. He wanted so bad to cum, but Steve seemed to have other ideas. Steve held his belt up to Alan’s rigid shaft and counted off the rivets. “Wow. Not bad. 20 inches fully hard.”
John stared at Alan’s monster cock in awe. He could not believe all of that was inside of him just a moment ago.
Alan’s toes were curling and uncurling as he hovered over the edge. He really really wanted to cum, but something about the situation made it very embarrassing. He had blown his load many times in Steve’s presence, but never like this. He felt like a lab rat under the microscope. Cumming now would just feel demeaning.
Steve tapped John’s firm, muscular abs with his knuckles. “Don’t leave him hanging, Fagrid.” Despite the dubious nickname, John jumped right into action. Within seconds he was on his knees before Alan. John was so tall that even though he was on his knees, he was still eye level with Alan, but Alan’s cock was now so large that he didn’t need to bend down much to suck it. John gave Alan his best, most seductive bedroom eyes has he sucked on the massive knob.
It didn’t take long at all for Alan to bust his nut right into John’s mouth. Alan was already about to cum before John started sucking him off. The combination of the blowjob and the sexy look he was being given proved just too much. Alan’s nuts started pulling inward as he unloaded his spunk. Jets of cum pumped into John’s mouth. There was an amazing amount of Jizz, but Jon was determined to swallow it all. John swallowed as fast as he could, but Alan’s plus size cum shot proved to be too much for him. The excess spunk leaked out the sides of his mouth as he kept his lips locked around the immense cock.
Finally Alan was spent. His now deflating cock drooped heavily in front of him. “I wouldn’t mind doing that more often.” He said breathlessly.
“All you have to do is ask.” John replied with a grin as he wiped some of the excess spunk from his lips with one hand and reached down to jack Alan’s cock again with his other.
“Oh no you don’t!” Steve cut in. Both John and Alan were surprised by Steve’s outburst. Steve didn’t even make an effort to explain himself as he strode forward, shoving John aside in the process. He lined his belt up against Alan’s thick cock once again. His belt looked much like a spool of measuring tape when placed up against Alan’s impossibly thick dong. “Huh. I thought it looked bigger. Congratulations. You’re now 20 inches soft.”
“What? How did that happen?” Alan yelped in surprise as he sat up straighter on the chair.
“If I knew that I’d be working on doing it to myself.” Steve said as he shrugged. “Man. It’s like you got soft, but didn’t deflate. Same size soft now as you were hard a minute ago.” Steve paused and stoked his chin thoughtfully for a moment before muttering out loud. “Man. I don’t see how you have kept that beast secret for so long.”
“What do you mean ‘for so long?’ It just happened. You watched it happen.” Alan shot back testily.
“What? Oh right. I remember that… wait.” Steve scratched his head thoughtfully as he tried to remember. “Man. This is messing with my head. I remember announcing your sizes, but I don’t remember measuring you. Like, I know I must have, but like. Ok. You how when you have a really cracked out dream and you wake up and tell someone about it? Five minutes later you can remember everything that you told the other person but you can’t remember a damn thing about the dream itself?”
“I guess so, but I am still not sure I know what you are talking about.” Alan responded skeptically.
“It’s like… I have two sets of memories in my head, and both are equally true. I remember teasing you as you blew me on a regular basis. You know the whole spiel I do.” Steve’s posture and demeanor changed as he mimicked himself in the process of being sucked off by his roommate. A smug, self-satisfied grin spread across his face and his back arched as he puffed out his chest in a pose the exuded machismo. “You like that you little queer. This is probably the biggest dick you’ll ever see. Yeah. Suck it.”
Alan fidgeted a little as his friend acted out their secret role play in front of his new friend. He could already feel his dick twitching a bit as it began to wake up. Alan had always found the tough guy act that Steve did when he sucked him off to be pretty hot, but he didn’t want John to know that. Alan looked out of the corner of his eyes to see John staring at Steve’s groin with rapt fascination. Apparently the big, blond jock liked the act too. It didn’t hurt that Steve’s large ten inches of dick filled out the front of his boxers well enough that the outline of his dick was clearly visible.
Steve continued talking, the annoyance clear in his voice. “See? I remember that I used to tease you about having the bigger dick, even though I know you have had twenty two inches for as long as I have known you.”
Alan gasped. “We just measure it. It was twenty two! Er… Twenty inches on the dot.” He wasn’t sure if his mistake with the size was an honest mistake caused by Steve’s comment, or if his own memories were beginning to jumble. He hoped it was the former; the fact that their memories seemed to be changing as they spoke was very disconcerting for him. Alan then looked down and noticed that his dick did seem slightly larger. It appeared that even the slightest swelling of arousal could have an impact on his final size.
“Yeah, but you made me measure it last year. You said you were sick of me always bragging about mine.” Steve explained calmly.
Alan had to admit, that sounded like something he would do. Especially since Steve always bragged about how he was naturally gifted. Naturally gifted. Oh please. Alan thought snarkily. Last time Alan’s cock was ten inches was in middle school. He shook his head violently and even slapped the side of his head in an effort to knock the foreign memories out of his head. That just made it official. He needed to get to the bottom of this mystery before the changes became permanent, or worse.
“Look. We’re not getting anywhere with this conversation. We can figure this out later, but first, will you come with me to return the mask or not? I mean, if we were both in the anthro wing last night, maybe the answer lies somewhere in there?” Steve once again pleaded with Alan. Alan had to admit, that that made as much sense as anything. Something had happened last night, and the strange mask that Steve had absconded with seemed to be their best lead.
“Fine, but let me find something to wear that will actually cover my junk.” Alan replied with a tone of defeat in his voice. He was so thrilled to have a huge cock, but now that it was beginning to be a little bit unwieldy, he was finding out that there are some downsides to being hung like a horse.
“That’ll be a first.” Steve retorted as he rolled his eyes. Alan wasn’t sure he liked the implication, but he shrugged it off and followed Steve back to their dorm.
John was left to silently ponder what had just happened. He wanted to follow them, but he was still very confused about what they were all talking about. He couldn’t even seem to remember most of it. As best he could remember, Alan’s roommate had charged in and tried to prove just how huge Alan’s dick was, but John didn’t need any proof. He had just had it deep inside of him. He never would have believed someone could have such a huge dick or that it would be physically possible for him to take it all. He could still barely stand after that intense fucking, but it had felt amazing.
Alan was glad that his room was just a few doors down. He didn’t like feeling this exposed. He passed a few guys in the hall as he walked. They gave him a few quick jealous glances, but that was it. He was actually a little disappointed that no one seemed to notice his new size, but then again, he realized that most people were used to seeing it by now, especially since he was one of those guys that rarely wore clothes when walking around the dorms. He felt more and more comfortable with his nudity as he remembered his long standing exhibitionist tendencies. He began standing more upright and no longer made any effort to cover his junk with his hands as he walked. In fact, he even stuck his hips out a bit to show off his equipment even more. His posture seemed to dare people to stare at his prominently displayed dong as it swung heavily from side to side.
Once back in his room, Alan quickly threw on some clothes. They all fit surprisingly nicely given his recent growth spurt. Somewhere in the back of Alan’s mind he wondered why he even bothered with these clothes. His junk was so huge by now that it wasn’t like they were actually covering anything. If anything, his pants seemed to accentuate his bulge even farther. Alan didn’t remember his clothes being nearly this revealing before, but these were the same clothes he had always had; it had to just be his imagination.
The two guys made their way to the anthropology building. Steve lead the way as he clutched his backpack to his chest suspiciously. Alan rolled his eyes as he watched his friend try and look casual but was really only drawing more attention to himself by looking like he had just stolen something. Fortunately for him, most eyes were on Alan. Alan was pleased to be doing his own small part in helping his friend, especially when his small part involved showing off his assets for all to see. He could feel his dick stirring to life from all the attention he was getting. Alan even noticed a couple of guys staring intently at him and nodded salaciously at them. The two guys quickly turned away and tried to act like they weren’t actually checking him out, but Alan knew better.
Before he knew it, Alan and Steve were already in front of the office of Dr. Framfrit. He was the closest thing this college had to an actually respected researcher. It was a small college, and for the most part, it was staffed by relative unknowns in the academics department. Dr. Framfrit was a well published anthropologist, and many people wondered why he chose to hang his hat here. He claimed it was for sentimental reasons, and as far as anyone knew, it was the truth.
Steve hesitantly knocked on the door to the professor’s office. At first there was no response, and Steve happily began to turn around and slink off for now. He was already thinking of other ways to return the mask without causing a scene, but he hadn’t even managed to turn completely around when they heard the door unlatch.
A kindly looking old gentleman answered the door. He was very small and frail looking, but his eyes revealed a vigor that belied his age. “Can I do something for you gentlemen?” came his whisper inquiry.
Alan just shook his head and pointed to Steve. Steve swallowed his nerves and took a step forward. “I’m just gonna come out and say it. I got a little trashed last night, and when I woke up this morning I found this.” He opened his bag and revealed the large wooden mask. “This belongs to you right? I’m really sorry.”
The old man’s eyebrows raised in surprise as he saw the old mask. “I honestly was worried I would never see it again. Please. Come in.” Steve let out a sigh of relief when he realized the old man didn’t appear to be upset with them. He actually dared to hope that he could get out of this with his academic standing intact. Most people wouldn’t know it by looking at him, but Steve actually did care about his grades; he was just one of those guys who could do very well academically without any actual effort so he was rarely seen studying.
They entered the man’s office to find that it was very small and dimly lit. Papers and books were piled everywhere and the walls were covered with photos of his expedition and lots of little knickknacks and odds n’ ends Dr. Framfrit had collected from his travels. “Now boys, I am very pleased you have chosen to return the mask for me. It has quite a bit of sentimental value, but maybe since you are here you can do me a favor?”
Alan and Steve looked at each other and shrugged and then turned back to the professor. “Sure. What’s up?” Steve asked casually.
“Well, I can only assume it was you two who came tearing in here last night.” The man said thoughtfully.
“Oh, man. Did we make this mess? I’m really sorry.” Steve apologized fervently.
“Mess? No. It always looks like this, but you see, I have this box that was given to me on one of my travels. I have never ever been able to open it, but somehow I find it lying wide open when I got in this morning. So tell me. How did you do it?”
Alan and Steve looked at each other and shrugged again. “I don’t remember anything that happened last night, and I doubt Steve here will be able to tell you much more than that.” Alan explained.
Steve could see the doctor was crestfallen. He felt bad for the guy, and he did kind of owe the guy for swiping the mask. “Hey. Maybe we can have a look at it? It might jog our memory… Oh, and we’re both stone cold sober today, so don’t worry about us running off with anything. We’re not normally kelptos.”
“Well, I suppose it couldn’t hurt to show you. Maybe I just need an outside set of eyes. You know how it goes with routines and whatnot. Sometimes you get so caught up in what you know that you are blind to the obvious.” The professor mused out loud. “Well, come on. Have a seat. I’ll grab the box.”
Alan and Steve sat down at the cluttered table in the center of the room. There was scarcely an inch of tabletop left uncovered by papers. Within moments the old man returned and set an ornate looking box on top of the clutter. The box itself seemed pretty normal looking. It was covered in a shiny black lacquer that seemed to make it shimmer in the light, and it rested on four white legs that appeared to be made out of ivory. It was then the two guys noticed what was so odd about the box. There was no keyhole nor did it have a discernable lid, but it did have a large circular hole on one side that seemed to go almost all the way through.
Alan picked up the box and ran his fingers along the surface as he searched for any line or crease that might show how or where the box opened. He continued to flip it and inspect his intently until Steve’s raucous laughter broke his attention. “Look at you! All inspecting it like an honest to god scholar. You’ll never open it like that.”
“What? And you think you can? This guy’s a pro in his field, and I bet he’s had all his researcher buddies inspect this box too.” Alan snapped back.
“Exactly. All the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t open that box, but a couple of drunk ass college blokes popped the lock without even trying.” Steve explained with a grin.
“So? We need to be drunk to open it?” Alan asked dubiously.
“Nah, brah. We just have to think about what a drunk guy would do in this situation.” Steve explained with a mischievous grin on his face. He took a quick look around to see if the doctor was still in, but he was nowhere to be found. Steve figured that the professor must be in the small room off to the side that housed the old man’s desk.
Steve got up from his chair and quickly pulled down his pants and began stroking his cock. “What are you doing!?” Alan hissed at him.
“Duh. I’m drunk, remember? I see a hole. I’m gonna fuck it.” Steve added with a wink. Alan was too shocked to respond. His eyes drifted down to Steve’s large dick. He wanted that in his mouth so bad, but he knew he would have to wait.
“Haha. Don’t worry, bro. I’ll let you finish me off once the box is open.” Alan silently nodded in agreement. He could already feel his own immense cock pressing against the fabric of his pants.
Once his dick was suitably hard, Steve positioned the box and slammed it down on his dick. He shuddered as he felts the inner mechanisms of the box clench down around his cock. It felt amazing, but he had promised his load to someone else. He managed to hold it back, and almost immediately after he heard a click of something unlocking. The top of the box folded back to reveal a cloth covered tray with an empty cylindrical indentation in the middle.
“Now that that’s done, why don’t you help me out with the rest?” Steve winked as he moved his hips to side to side, causing his big boner to swing back and forth temptingly.
“Here?” Alan yelped in surprise.
“Why not? I’ll sit down and you can have at it under the table. He’ll never notice.”
Alan was strangely aroused by the idea. There was a time not too long ago where he would never have agreed to something like this, but today, the risk of getting caught just made it more exciting.
Alan crawled under the table and wrapped his lips greedily around his friend’s dick. Steve’s cock was so large that Alan had plenty of room to get both hands around the shaft while he worked over the head. Alan was a little disappointed at how quickly it was over. Usually Steve lasted quite a few minutes, but today Steve was cumming almost as soon as Alan started pumping. Alan wrapped his lips tightly around the head and swallowed each and every burst of jizz that unloaded into his mouth.
Steve was panting for breath as he busted a nut down his bud’s throat. He wished he could have let Alan enjoy it more, but it had taken all of his self control to not cream the box. It was a good thing that he finished quickly this time, though. Almost as soon as he was done cumming, the old man turned the corner.
“Oh. Hello. You’re still here?” He asked, clearly befuddled.
“Yeah. We got the box open like you asked.” Steve replied.
“Box? Oh? Hmm… It is a nice little chest, but it doesn’t have anything to do with my field of research. Judging by the shape of the indentation here, it appears designed to hold something… Well, you can see for yourself. Anyways, I study aboriginals and other tribal folk. While it is a fascinating relic, your Victorian era sex toy holder is of no use to me.” The professor explained dismissively.
Steve just stared at the box dumbfounded. Now that the old man mentioned it, the indentation did look like it was the shape of a dick, complete with a spot for the balls, but why did the man have no memory that the box belonged to him. Probably gone senile Steve figured.
Alan slowly slid back up from under the table, trying not to draw attention to himself. The last thing he wanted was one of the faculty to catch him in the middle of sucking another guy off in their office, but fortunately the professor was already on his way back to his little office.
“So, get this.” Steve explained. “The doc here has no memory of this box, and there’s like, this dick print inside… I wonder if this has anything to do with your dick growing?”
Alan’s mouth dropped open as he remembered. “I almost completely forgot about that! I think I have seen the object that fits this hole actually.”
“Yeah. I had forgotten about it too until just now. It makes sense, though.” Steve shrugged. “I mean, come on. There is just no way that you have a twenty seven inch dick naturally.”
“Twenty seven? But we measured it. It’s only…. Shit.”
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Alan arbitrarily dumped his various schoolbooks and other objects back into his backpack as he rushed to get ready to leave. He had been showing off so much that he had completely lost track of the time. If he didn’t hurry he was going to be late for his date. Packing would have been so much easier if he didn’t have to work around his massive wang. He couldn’t just bend forward and pluck things up. He had to squat down and pick up objects from the side. It was a minor inconvenience, but it was a small price to pay for looking and feeling as great as he did.
While Alan was busy gathering his stuff, Dan stepped out from the bathroom having finally managed to scrub the layer of cum off of himself. He was greeted by the sight of Alan squatting down; his already enormous thighs and glutes flex in the process, making them appear larger and even more amazing. Dan could actually see the fabric of Alan’s blue briefs straining against the force of his enormous, shapely, bubble butt. Dan had cum so much since yesterday that his cock and balls ached, but after seeing his idol’s amazing musculature, he was already rock hard and dribbling.
Alan turned to greet the new arrival with a warm smile. “Lookin’ good, Dan. As much as I love seeing you drenched in my cum, you’re so much cuter without it.”
Dan just about melted into a puddle of goo right then and there after hearing Alan say he was cute, but the laws of physics and biology conspired against him. Instead he just got a little weak in the knees and red in the face. “You clean up nicely yourself.” Dan replied trying to be suave and sexy about it, but his delivery lacked the necessary punch. Instead he ended up awkwardly mumbling it.
“Yeah. I had a little trouble reaching some parts, though. Hey. Did I get all spunk off my back?” Alan asked playfully as he pivoted at the waist to show off the area between his shoulder blades. Dan’s mouth fell open as he stared in awe. The way Alan was standing and twisting caused all the muscles in his back and arms to flex outward. Dan was sure that Alan was intentionally doing that purely to mess with him, and he was right.
Alan grinned triumphantly as he noticed Dan’s horny stare and fully boned dick. The small towel that Dan had tied around his narrow waist was doing nothing to hide how painfully hard he was. “It’s been fun, dude. As much as I’d love to stay around and get you off some more…” Alan lifted his arms and flexed to emphasize his next point, causing his massive biceps and pecs to flare out for his adoring fan. “And get even bigger, but I’ve really got to go.” Alan grinned smugly as he could see the steady drip of pre from under Dan’s towel turn into a steady stream.
“Can’t you stay a little longer? It’s not that late yet…” Dan asked poutingly.
“No can do, bro. I have a date tonight.” Alan replied proudly.
“Oh…” Dan mumbled in reply. The hurt he felt was clearly visible on his face.
“Ok. What’s wrong?” Alan asked sternly.
“Oh… It’s nothing…” Dan mumbled. “It’s just… was I not good enough?”
“Not good enough? You were great!” Alan responded emphatically. “That was some of the hottest sex I’ve had in ages!”
“Just the sex?” Dan asked quietly. His eyes were focused down on the floor.
“Well. Not just the sex, but… ooohhhh.” Alan’s jaw hung open as he started to catch on. “This wasn’t a casual hookup for you, was it?” He said softly as he slumped back onto the couch.
“Well, it was my first time.” Dan tried to laugh and play it off as a joke, but it sounded forced and pained.
“No, but I mean… This whole time, all I was hearing out of you was how hot I was. I went along with it all thinking I was indulging some crazy muscle worship fantasy of yours.” Alan tried to explain awkwardly, but even he realized how silly it sounded.
“It was fifty-fifty.” Dan replied meekly with a wry smile.
Alan could tell how hurt Dan was, and he was feeling like total shit for unintentionally riding roughshod over his friend’s feelings. “I’m sorry. I didn’t take it as seriously as I should have. I’m just so used to people only wanting to mess around with me because of how I look. I never even considered that you might want more.”
Dan’s expression changed slightly as he listened to Alan. The pain in his eyes softened as he became more sympathetic. “I’m sorry, too…” He managed to stammer.
“I… I guess I only did ever talk about how hot you were… but you do have an amazing body…”
“Damn right I do!” Alan shot back with unexpected enthusiasm. It was just what was needed to diffuse the situation. The wisecrack blindsided Dan while his defenses were at their weakest and left him giggling like a fool. Dan tried to choke back his chuckles which just made him laugh harder. Alan joined in too, less because he thought his own comment was funny, but rather because Dan’s goofy snorts and guffaws were just too hard to resist.
Eventually Dan managed to get it all out of his system, and his outburst tapered off to a few scattered titters. “No, but. I mean you’re hot. Don’t get me wrong.” Dan stammered as he wiped away the tears that had welled up in his eyes during his sidesplitting outburst. “But, you’re the first guy I ever really felt comfortable enough around to do… well… a lot of things. I had so many firsts tonight, and I owe them all to you. I feel like just being around you makes me a better person.” Dan was practically gushing by the end of his little litany.
As Alan listened to is friend rattle off all these things, his dumbfounded expression steadily warmed up until he was positively beaming with pride and joy. “Wow… that’s probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me.” Alan said dreamily with a goofy gin plastered on his face.
“Well it’s all true.” Dan muttered, suddenly losing his nerve.
“Come here.” Alan said suddenly as he spread his arms wide apart. Dan didn’t even need to ask what Alan was asking for; he already knew. Dan clambered over Alan’s cock with surprising speed and agility, losing his towel in the process, and fell into Alan’s outstretched arms. Dan was seated with his legs spread wide atop Alan’s immense cock as they locked lips passionately. Alan was actually a little surprised by how into it Dan was getting, but he went along with it and even returned the favor by matching Dan’s tongueplay move for move.
Dan was so overcome by his emotions and lust that all he wanted to do was make love to every inch of Alan’s immaculate body and soul. He continued to kiss Alan deeply and passionately as he ground his cock into the deep grooves of Alan’s chiseled abs and squeezed Alan’s enormous, muscled pecs. His whole body felt warm with fiery passion as he could feel the load building up in his cock. He could tell Alan felt the same because the massively muscled hunk’s breathing between kisses was ragged and his already chubbed cock was steadily hardening and inflating between his legs. Dan’s kissed drifted down Alan’s chin and then down his neck as he hugged Alan’s broad, beefy chest tightly. Even through the dense layer of pectoral muscles he could feel Alan’s heart pounding away. As Dan continued his journey, steadily kissing lower and lower down the nape of Alan’s neck, he felt Alan’s hands move down low and firmly grasp the soft, supple cheeks of Dan’s bubbly butt. Alan deeply massaged Dan’s pillowy buns as he pulled Dan in tighter. Dan was able to dig his cock in deeper and deeper into the vast trenches of Alan’s abs.
Dan felt Alan shudder as he heard the loud snap of elastic breaking as Alan’s enormous cock sprung free from its fabric prison. Part of Dan wanted to see the beast breaking free, but there was no where he would rather be than nuzzled in close to his big, buff lover. Dan came hard as he felt Alan’s humongous cock buck and shudder beneath him. Alan’s massive load flew out and splattered against the wall, painted it white with his thick, sticky jizz.
They held each other tight as they waited for their breathing to steady after what had been an intense orgasm for both of them. Dan continued to nuzzle in as close and as tightly to Alan as he could manage, letting his load smear against both of their bodies.
They could both hear an audible sigh. Neither one needed to look up to see who it was. “I can’t leave you two alone for five minutes, can I?” Steve moaned with partially feigned exasperation. He looked down and noticed the tattered wreckage of yet another pair of briefs. “That was your last pair, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah… I think it was.” Alan chuckled.
“Well it looks like you’ll be getting back to nature for awhile. Now hurry up and get in the car. You’re going to be late as it is.” Steve responded while rolling his eyes at Alan.
“Alright, alright…” Alan groaned as he stood. Dan was still comfortably situated with his head resting against Alan’s shoulder as he rode atop Alan’s colossal dick. Alan’s junk was now so huge that standing up barely caused it to shift.
“You don’t really have to go, do you?” Dan muttered pleadingly.
Alan sighed and replied dejectedly. “I promised the guy, and I’m not gonna flake out on him this late in the game.”
“Oh… ok…. But what about us?” Dan asked so softly that Alan could barely be sure he had heard it.
“We’ll see how tonight goes, for starters, and then we’ll go from there.” Alan responded. He was trying to be reassuring, but even he realized how stupid it sounded. “We’ll keep in touch, alright?”
“Yeah. I’ll Facebook you the contact info. Now let’s go!” Steve cut in. Dan slumped his shoulders in defeat and slid off of Alan’s enormous dick.
“I’ll talk to you tonight, ok?” Alan once again tried to reassure Dan.
“Ok. Don’t break too many hearts out there tonight.” Dan replied only half sarcastically.
“It’s apparently all I know how to do.” Alan shot back with a wry smile. “But I’ll try to let him down gently.”
Dan ended up grinning in spite of himself. Alan gave one last goody wave and squatted down to pick up his bag. Dan got a really good look at Alan’s phenomenal ass and the spaces in between as Alan did so. Dan was once again rock hard, much to the chagrin of his painfully empty balls.
Alan had a difficult time dragging his balls up the stairs and an even harder time getting in the car. Each nut was so wide that he had to struggle to get them through the awkwardly tiny car doors. Once in the car he had to sit with his back against the driver’s side rear door while his cock and balls filled up the rest of the back seat and the empty hole where a passenger side seat would normally go.
A few minutes later Steve came bounding out to the car. He hopped into the driver’s seat and fired up the engine and then tossed a small black box over his shoulder to Alan. “I swear, it’s like you’re actively trying to not fix this.” He said while rolling his eyes.
Alan stared at the case dumbfounded for a minute while he tried to remember why it was important. As his memories steadily righted themselves, Alan wasn’t sure if he should be freaked out or overjoyed by the now almost nine feet of soft cock he had crammed in the car with him.
Back at the house, Dan was slowly strolling up the stairs clad in just a towel. He didn’t have any clean clothes in the basement so he’d have to borrow some from Todd, but he wasn’t in any particular rush. He was still on cloud nine after his heart to heart with Alan. Dan slowly ran his fingers through the clear, slimy pool of spunk on his chest. He had gotten off so much recently that his load barely had any substance to it, but just feeling the still slightly warm liquid against his skin made him feel happy. Part of the reason he was taking his time was because he knew he would have to wash it off before he got dressed.
“Yo. Danny.” Came Todd’s voice meekly from somewhere off to the side. Dan turned towards the voice and saw Todd awkwardly creeping out from the kitchen. “So… um… About today… and last night, too. I guess what I am trying to say is… sorry.”
Todd furrowed his brow and waited for some sort of response from Dan, but Dan was still too wrapped up in his warm fuzzies over Alan to really understand what Todd was talking about. Todd took a deep breath and then tried his best to explain. “So… I guess I should just sort of say that I kind of knew you were gay… for a while, really.” Todd fidgeted and looked around the room awkwardly before continuing. “I kind of figured that you and Alan meeting up would be enough to get you to come out, which is kind of why I was being such a douchelord to him. I… I wanted to keep you in the closet.”
Dan’s joyful haze quickly cleared up. “What? Why?”
“I know how bad this sounds, but… I… I was worried about how uncool it would be to be the guy with the gay best friend.” Todd’s brow was still furrowed and he had a bit of sweat on his brow as he explained. He looked at Dan pleadingly while he placed his pointer fingers against the thumbs on the opposite hand and repeatedly alternated the directions his palms were facing, which was a habit of his he had had for years. He did it whenever he was really nervous or upset.
“Steve seemed to handle having a gay best friend just fine.” Dan replied flatly.
“That’s because Steve gives zero shits what anyone thinks of him.” Todd responded. “I… I wish I could be like that…” Todd said meekly, but then quickly added “Don’t you dare tell him I said that!”
Dan couldn’t help but grin, even if it was a wry one. “You don’t have to be the guy with the gay best friend, you know, or have a gay friend at all for that matter.” Dan muttered as he turned to walk up the stairs.
“No wait. You don’t understand.” Todd called after him. “See… I felt like I had to sabotage it because, well… I couldn’t imagine you not being my friend… gay or otherwise.” Todd’s fingers were flipping even faster now as he cringed under Dan’s gaze. “I just wasn’t ready yet… but it’s never was my call to make, was it? So… I guess what I am saying is… if you’re ready, then I’m ready.”
“Ready for what?” Dan asked with an eyebrow raised skeptically.
“To beat the shit out of any tool who gives you shit.” Todd replied, giving an emphatic fist pump.
“Pass. I’ve seen you fight.” Dan replied with a tone of playful snark. “Besides. If anyone does give me trouble, I’ll just send my boyfriend after them.”
“Boyfriend…? You’re officially tapping that?” Todd asked, sounding clearly surprised.
“More or less.” Dan responded nonchalantly.
“How does that work anyway? I mean he’s so…” Todd made some very exaggerated gestures to denote how huge Alan was, yet somehow his gestures didn’t nearly do Alan justice.
Dan put his thumb and pointer finger up to his chin as he thought for a moment, and then a smug smile spread across his face. “I suppose that makes me the top.”
“Oh, yeah? ...What’s the top?” Todd asked, obviously confused.
“I’ll tell you when you’re older.” Dan replied with a healthy dose of smug snark. |
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Alan yawned contentedly as he stirred from his slumber. He had slept like a rock last night. He must have been more exhausted than he thought because that lumpy old couch felt like a king size four-poster bed at a five star resort. It probably didn’t hurt that he had come equipped with his own warm, plush, plus sized body pillow that he could snuggle up against for warmth and comfort.
He sat up and slung his legs forward so his feet touched the floor. He could feel the slightly crusty carpet beneath his feet. Cleaning up the aftermath of his titanic cumshot would no doubt be a monumental undertaking. He just hoped that he and Steve could duck out quietly before any of the parentals discovered the mess. Ideally they would manage to get Todd stuck with the honors. It would serve him right for being such a homophobic little jerkwad last night.
Alan glanced over at the still unconscious teen resting against the wall. Todd really couldn’t hold his liquor well, and he would probably be nursing a hangover whenever he got around to actually waking up. As it turns out, “Jerkwad” was a pretty apt description for Steve’s younger brother. He was currently coated in a a thick layer of jizz that had hardened and dried out over the last several hours. The white murk covered much of his torso and all of his crotch. It clung to him and stuck to the wall, making it look like he had been captured by the friendly neighborhood Spiderman. Although, his flaky cocoon was a lot drier and crustier than what one typically expects a web shot to look like.
Alan shifted his weight and shoved his dick off the couch. He was pleased to hear the dull thud from his immense cock and balls hitting the ground. He grinned a bit to himself as he stood up. It was then a curious thing happened. His dick felt lighter than he remembered. His still slightly groggy brain tried to process it all. He didn’t think it had shrunk since last night. He looked down and what he saw caused his breath to catch in his throat. His cock had not shrunk. Au contraire, Delano. Quite the opposite, in fact. His dick was now so large that the head of it rested soundly on the ground even though he was standing upright. His absolutely massive low hangers seemed to barely scrape the ground as well.
He could feel a pit forming growing behind his densely muscled abs as his mind tried to process what had happened. His dick had grown. Suddenly fragments of the past day rushed back to him. He had grown again! He quickly jumped into action. Although, in his current state it was less of a jump and more of a half stumble half waddle move as he tried to figure out how to walk with his newly enhanced encumberance.
He reached his backpack easily enough and haphazardly chucked objects over his shoulder as he dug down to the bottom for what he was looking for. Of course it was at the bottom; whenever you need something from a bag it is always at the bottom. Alan found the solid black box and as quickly as he could manage, he stagger-lurched off to find Steve.
He tore through the side rooms of the basement floor apartment with all the grace of Matt Smith on a bender. He finally found Steve in the basement kitchen which was actually little more than an alcove with a counter top that had a sink, a microwave, and a coffee pot.
“’sup?” Steve greeted his out of breath friend. He was completely oblivious to anything out of the ordinary with his friend aside from the labored breathing and look of panic.
“Open the box!” Alan shouted in a hoarse whisper.
“What are you Batman today?” Steve asked snarkily as he took a sip of his fresh mug of coffee.
“I’m serious. I need to see what’s inside!” Alan hissed. He was on edge this morning, but even so, he didn’t want to wake the two younger guys.
Steve shrugged as he power slammed the rest of his mug. He still had a bit of a chubby from the morning wood he had woken up with, so it wouldn’t be that hard for him to get it back up. He set his mug down on the counter top and gave his cock a few idle strokes. It didn’t take more than a minute or two for him to get it back up to a suitable level that he could use his key on the strange, erotic locking mechanism. A few quick pumps of his cock in the box was enough to pop the lock.
Alan stared intently as the lid slowly opened. Just as he thought he could finally catch a glimpse of what was inside, Steve yanked the box out of his line of sight and set it on the counter behind him. Steve leaned back and used his body to block Alan’s line of sight.
Alan shot him a grumpy glare of “Dude! What gives?” Steve raised an eyebrow and gestured down towards his still erect cock. He didn’t even need to say “It ain’t gonna suck itself.” His smarmy grin did that for him.
Alan grumbled as he got down on his knees. It was a lot easier said than done, but Alan managed to shift his junk around so that he could go down on his friend. “You’re lucky I don’t just bite it off.” Alan muttered grumpily.
“You know you like it too much to do that.” Steve replied with a smug grin. Alan knew he was right, and Steve knew that no matter how angry Alan was, he wouldn’t hurt a fly.
Alan slowly took his friend’s cock in his mouth and slid down to the base. He had loosened his throat enough so that at least the top few inches could slide right down his throat. Alan could hear Steve moan in pleasure as the tip of his nose buried into Steve’s brown bush.
“So. What were you even looking for?” Steve asked between moans.
Alan lifted off of his friend’s dick. He continued to stroke it as he replied, “The statue. You know. Dick shaped. Eight-ish inches.”
Steve glanced over his shoulder. There didn’t appear to be anything in the box aside from the cloth covered carrying compartment. “Box is empty dude.” Steve managed to respond during the brief lulls between his frequent moans and “fuck yeah”s.
“That fucker!” Alan shouted as he jumped to his feet with surprising speed and began stomping back to the large open home theater room.
“Uh… aren’t you going to finish me up?” Steve asked after him.
“Finish yourself.” Alan shot back testily.
“Aww man, but you got spit all over it.” Steve sulked dejectedly. He could tell that Alan was no longer listening to him. He sighed inwardly and then grabbed a cloth to wipe his dick off with.
Alan strode purposefully back to where his backpack was lying, but he was derailed as he past the restroom. As if by some Pavlovian response mechanism, his body remembered that he had downed a six pack by himself last night and had not yet unloaded it yet. He momentarily cursed his biological needs, but then resigned himself to his fate. His phone would still be there when he finished, after all.
Alan’s new size was proving to have some unforeseen challenges. He was finding out that it is very difficult to aim a cock of that size, especially when soft. He considered his options a moment and then squatted down and scooped up his dick into his arms. He held the shaft to his stomach and let the top half fold back over and droop down. This mostly put the tip of his cock even with the bowl, but lining it slit up with the bowl was proving a bit more difficult. It was like playing some bizarre top down claw drop arcade game, but in this case his reward would be getting to unload his cargo instead of getting some cheaply made plush toy.
In a brief flash of inspiration, Alan kicked the side of the toilet, causing the seat to fall down. Using the contours to guide him, he managed to ease the tip of his dong into position. The seat also had the added benefit of stabilizing his cock, which turned out to be exceedingly useful once the flow started in earnest.
Alan hummed to himself as he emptied every last ounce of beer he had consumed the day before. He was very pleased to be rid of it. Once he finished, he shook his cock the best he could, but given the size and position, he wasn’t terribly successful at getting all of the last few drops in the bowl. By that point he didn’t particularly care. He had accomplished what he came for and that was that. He released the shaft and let his dong flop unceremoniously onto the floor. Alan was feeling a bit better after that. It's amazing what a quick pit stop could do for one's mood. He was getting overly worked up over something simple. All he had to do was track down John, get the statue back, and things could return to normal... whatever normal was, anyway. Alan had the knowledge that his dick had grown but not the memories. As far as he could remember, he had always been so obscenely hung.
Alan rubbed his arms as he walked over to sink to wash up. His arms were very slightly sore after holding his immensely heavy cock like that for a few minutes. Part of him was amazed he could even lift it, let along steady it for that whole time. As he rubbed the muscles in his arms it slowly began to dawn on him that they seemed bigger somehow.
When he looked up, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror above the sink. He barely recognized the face looking back at him. To be more precise, he recognized the face, but it seemed a bit more chiseled and shapely than he remembered. The body the face was attached to was not at all familiar to him, though. He watched in bemused fascination as the muscled hunk in the mirror rubbed the muscles on his arms and washed his hands in unison with Alan’s similar motions.
Alan turned to scope himself out in the full body mirror on the far wall. He couldn’t believe how big and buff he was. It looked like the lower half of his body had once again bulked up to accommodate the extra weight of his immense cock and balls, but this time his upper body had caught up too. Alan had huge, well defined biceps, massive pecs, killer lats, the whole nine yards. Alan even had muscles he didn’t even know the names of. He slowly ran his hands over his muscles in fascination as he watched the amazed reflection of himself do the same.
His eyes drifted lower as he checked out the rest of his muscles as well. His legs were all but hidden behind his humongous nuts, but was little bits of his thighs that poked out the side were unbelievably huge. He had the legs of an Olympic power lifter, except his muscles were all smooth and shapely instead of being awkward masses of veins like the ones he typically saw on pro lifters. He slowly spun around and checked out his rear view in the mirror. His ass was even bigger than it was yesterday as well. His huge, muscular bubble butt was so amazingly hot that Alan wished it was somehow physically possible to bury his face in those massive, pillowy cheeks and eat himself out. He could feel his enormous leviathan stirring awake as he thought about it.
Alan was still feeling up his huge muscles happily as he exited the restroom. By this time, Steve had already finished up and left the kitchen and was back in the large, central room. He quickly noticed Alan’s odd behavior. “What’s up?” He asked Alan curiously.
“My muscles are huge.” Alan commented in awe. It wasn’t clear whether or not he was responding to Steve or just announcing it to everyone who might listen. Steve rolled his eyes and replied. “Duh. You’ve been a gym rat as long as I’ve known you.”
“I know, but it just sort of hit me, you know?” Alan responded. He still sounded slightly out of touch with reality as he spoke. He was still rubbing his biceps dreamily.
“It’s because you got tired of being Gundam Legs.” Steve replied teasingly.
Those words snapped Alan right out of his reverie. “Where did you hear that!?” Alan shot back in surprise.
“Oh, I’ve done more than hear.” Steve continued to tease as he picked up his phone off the nearby table and flipped through some files. He quickly stopped on the one he needed and flashed a picture of a young boy with average looking brown hair, unreasonably well defined legs for someone his age, a comically huge bulge in his pants, and scrawny looking little twigs for arms. Alan gasped in shock and embarrassment. He had begun hitting the gym hard at a young age to bring his upper body in line with his lower half. He pretty much lived off a diet of junk food and protein powder for his entire childhood. By the time he had hit middle school he had the biggest biceps and pecs in town. Granted, it was a small town, but he even had all of the adults beat, too. The only person who could rival him was his personal trainer, and Alan had him beat by the time he got to high school. “Where did you get that! Wait… Cindy!?” Alan’s face was turning red from embarrassment, but the color quickly began to drain to white. “You aren’t banging my sister are you?” He asked nervously.
“Banged, banging, will bang. It’s all a matter of perspective.” Steve responded playfully. His grin made it clear that he was toying with Alan, but it didn’t betray whether or not he had actually made any moves on the lady in question.
“Don’t you Lutece on me. I will snap your dick right off, I swear on me mum.” Alan threatened only half seriously. “Why do you even have that picture, anyway?”
“Blackmail, obviously.” Steve replied with a smug grin. “And I plan to show it to your next boyfriend when the time comes.”
“Show what?” Dan asked as he rubbed his eyes sleepily. He had to alternate eyes because he was keeping one hand down over his crotch at all times as he struggled unsuccessfully to cover his respectable boner.
“That’s a secret for another time.” Steve replied with a sly grin as he shut off the screen and slipped his phone into his pocket. Dan’s grey eyes seemed completely bewildered, but Alan’s mouth fell open as he caught Steve’s insinuation.
Alan’s eyes scanned the skinny, light brown haired teen quickly. Dan was obviously trying not to check him out, but failing miserably. Alan could tell that Dan’s boner wasn’t just a standard morning wood. He felt quite flattered and a little aroused.
Alan turned his attention back to Steve. “Ok, so what’s up with you and Cindy.” He demanded sternly.
“Nothing, bro. You know I wouldn’t make a move on her without clearing it with you first.” Steve reassured Alan. Alan knew that Steve was just trying to get under his skin, but he was a little jumpier than normal today.
“What do you see in her, anyway?” Alan asked curiously.
“Well, she’s super sweet, fun to talk to and…” Steve gestured like he was holding to massive objects in front of his chest and then continued. “she has great tracts of land. Bigness must run in the family.” Steve added with a playful smirk.
Alan rolled his eyes. Discussion of his sisters assets had handily crushed any growing arousal he might have had. It was for the best, though. He needed to be careful, since there was no telling if he could ever get his dick any smaller, and the more aroused he got, the faster it would grow. “Whatever.”
Alan turned and scooped up his phone from the pile of crap he had pulled out of his backpack. “Yo. What’s John’s name?” Alan asked Steve as he opened up his browser.
“I dunno. What’s the color of George Washington’s white horse?” Steve replied jokingly.
“You know what I mean.” Alan grumbled.
“I don’t know what his name is. Why do you want to know?” Steve replied.
“Because I think that assclown swiped the dick statue.” Alan replied testily as he thumbed through Facebook.
“The what..? Oh! That thing from the box.” Steve responded. His eyes got steadily wider as his memories came rushing back. “Holy shit, dude. You got bigger.”
Alan managed to simultaneously glower and scowl at Steve. His entire face contorted into an unspoken glare of “No shit, Sherlock.”
Steve jumped back a bit from the intensity of Alan’s gaze. “Woah, slow your roll, Holmes. We know he’s on the football team. Go to their website and check his name with the roster. We should find it there.”
Alan’s glare softened as he accepted Steve’s advice. Within a matter of minutes he had the roster loaded. He scrolled the list of names and faces until he stopped on the guy from the day before. Alan couldn’t help but laugh at what he saw. Steve was curious and sidled up beside Alan and glanced down at the phone screen. “Oh, you’re shittin’s me.” Steve laughed. He could see John’s face on the screen and the name “Smith” right next to it. “Can you get any more All American?”
Alan shook his head as he continued to chuckle. He quickly reloaded Facebook and did a search for John Smith. His smile faded as he looked at the results. “There are four million John Smith’s in this state alone…”
“Can I see?” Dan asked meekly.
Steve and Alan both looked at him in surprise. Dan had been standing there so quietly that they had forgotten he was there. They looked at each other and carried out a non-verbal conversation that consisted of a series of skeptical eyebrow raises and shrugs before Alan handed over the phone.
Dan had a little experience in the art of creeping via Facebook. He knew the shortcuts and special tricks for narrowing down his search to find the guy he was after. Many an afternoon was spent researching classmates while searching for the fabled Interested in: Undeclared or better yet, the legendary and far more elusive Interested in: Male. Suffice to say, Dan had never successfully had one of his current crushes have their Interested in listed as something he would dare pursue. With a few key strokes that included their state, the guy’s name, the university name, and the word “football” Dan had pulled up a much more manageable list of seven John Smiths. Dan silently handed the phone back to Alan who looked at the new lineup in excitement. The new lineup consisted of four geriatrics, a scrawny looking nerd and two grey faces. Alan checked the first grey face, and found nothing on the page other than “Graduated from: and Married to:” Both were key signs that this was not the droids they were looking for. The second grey face was the holy grail. He was a current student, listed as on the football team, and had an undeclared Interested in. The problem was that his last activity seemed to be months ago. Alan was looking crestfallen. He needed to get in touch with this guy now!
Steve looked at the screen and noticed something Alan seemed to over look. John actually had a phone number listed on his page. While Alan was busy have a silent meltdown, Steve slipped his finger over to the screen and double tapped the number. Alan just about jumped out of his skin when the dialer popped up and the sound of a phone ringing on the other side could be heard.
Alan stared at the phone in confusion and disbelief. It had been ages since he had actually spoken to someone on a cell phone. His brain was trying to process what he was seeing. His brain seemed to come to a consensus that yes, smart phones do in fact have the capability to let two distant people talk to one another; it was a special hidden feature that these miraculous internet and text message machines had, but only the older generations seemed to remember that it existed.
“….Hello?” Came Jon’s voice from the other end. Alan was still staring at the screen in bemused fascination while he processed that his phone was in fact a phone. “Hello…?” came the voice again.
Alan seemed to snap out of his trance and quickly put the phone up to his ear. “Hey! John! It’s me.” Alan said.
“Me, who?” John asked.
“Me. Alan.” Alan replied. “You, Jane.” He added jokingly.
“Oh, hey man! What’s up?” John responded. He sounded noticeably happier to be talking now that he knew who the caller was.
“Oh, not much. I just had a quick question.” Alan said. He paused for a minute as he ran scenarios in his head. The silence quickly became awkward so he decided to just say it. “You know that weird dick looking figure thing you found in my dorm yesterday? You wouldn’t happen to know what happened to it, would you?” Alan asked nervously.
The line went silent for what seemed like forever. Finally John responded. “Yeah, man… I’m sorry.” John sounded noticeably distraught. “I don’t know what came over me. You were talking about how it was making you grow and all, and like, I already put it back like you asked. I got to thinking. I would like it if it happened to me. Not a lot, mind. Just a little would be fine. So I kinda… took it.” John confessed sulkily. “Fat lot of good it did. Darned thing doesn’t even work.”
Alan actually felt bad for the guy. Not that he was particularly angry to begin with, but he could tell that John was genuinely sorry. He also found it quite endearing how John’s Southern became more pronounced when he was flustered like this. Alan found himself wishing that it had worked out for him. “Look. It’s OK, dude, but we need it back. I can drive over there and get it now I just need to know where.” Alan responded as casually and comfortingly as he could manage.
“Oh no. Please don’t do that.” John sputtered. “Ma doesn’t take to strangers much, and she’s likely to flip if you all just show up out of the blue. She’ll start asking, and I’ll start telling, and well…” John’s voice drifted off a bit at the end, but Alan got the gist of it. John was a little too much of a good ol’ boy for his own good. He couldn’t bring himself to overtly lie to his mom, but he was also so deep in the closet that his only salvation was avoiding anything that might arouse suspicion.
“Fine. But I need it soon.” Alan responded. A slight bit of annoyance was audible in his voice.
“I’ll bring it tomorrow! I promise.” John sputtered but then went eerily silent. “Uh… we’re still on for tomorrow… right?” He asked. It was obviously that he was afraid of what the answer might be.
“Oh course we are!” Alan reassured. “I’m looking forward to it, actually. I was just worried when I noticed it was missing is all. Now relax and bring it with you tomorrow.” Alan continued amiably.
“You bet!” John nearly shouted in response. His spirits were noticeably elevated after hearing Alan’s response. “I’ll have it for you tomorrow for sure! I’ll see you then!” The line went dead after that. Alan couldn’t tell if John had intentionally hung up or just dropped the phone from excitement. Either way he smirked to himself as he looked at the “Call ended” screen on his phone.
“So that went well?” Steve prodded.
Alan responded by groaning in annoyance. “He’s such a goober I couldn’t even get mad at him.” His face then contorted and he made strange dying whale noises as he groaned in frustration. “Oh gawd… I have to go two full days without getting off…” |
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John watched with a mix of awe and disgust as Alan shoveled large quantities of food into his mouth. At first John was surprised Alan had ordered so much, but now it didn’t look like even the seven entrées would be enough for the massive, muscle stud. John slowly picked at his own burger and was wondering why he hadn’t ordered more for himself. He wasn’t anywhere near as huge as Alan, but the blond linebacker was pretty swole by most people’s standards.
John took a bite of his food and used the time that he spent chewing to try and recover his scattered thoughts. For some reason he seemed really distracted all of the sudden. He knew they were having a pretty important conversation, but he could already feel the details of it leaving his memory. What he could remember, though, was that Alan had just admitted to wanting to see someone else. “So… what’s this other guy like?” John asked. The words came out slowly as if he were struggling to form them. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it. On one hand, he hadn’t really intended to go anywhere with his relationship with Alan other than maybe fuckbuddies and just college bros, but on the other hand it hurt to be one-upped.
John never thought of himself as an egotist, but he did have it on good authority that he was widely sought after around campus. Just trying to think of what kind of guy Alan would choose over him flooded him mind with all sorts of images. What kind of guy was Alan interested in, anyway? John wondered. It made sense on some level that the absurdly buff Alan would be interested in other muscle dudes. The thought of there being someone out there even larger than himself made the linebacker’s head swim and his cock ache for release. John had been in a state of perpetually boned the entire dinner, and his most recent reverie had caused his dick to begin to lurch and shudder as it streamed pre.
Alan could sense a bit of John’s trepidation and flashed the football stud his most disarming grin. “He’s a scrawny little nerd.” Alan replied pleasantly. Alan could actually see the gears in the football star’s head grind to a halt. John’s jaw went slack as his mouth hung open in shock. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing to do with looks. I mean, look at you. On a scale of ten, you’d be an eleven.” Alan quipped jovially. John began to blush in spite of himself.
John usually let compliments slide right off of him. He received plenty on a daily basis, but then again, that is typical for a star athlete. He didn’t like the way the rest of the football team seemed to revel in their own accolades, especially when the team itself wasn’t very highly ranked. John had to think for a moment to remember what they were actually ranked. He seemed to remember that they weren’t even in the top fifty, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that the most recent victory put them at number thirty, still not an amazing rank, but much higher than he thought for some reason.
The fact remained, though, that he got plenty of comments on a daily basis, whether it be catcalls from girls and guys alike, or whether it be cheers from his teammates and gym buddies. It seemed like he never went more than an hour or two without someone giving him a “Looking good, stud” or “check out those muscles, bro.” He accepted the compliments graciously enough and then went back about his daily life, but hearing it from Alan was something else entirely. It was like being acknowledged by a hero or an idol. John simultaneously felt amazingly happy and completely undeserving. It was hard for him to think of himself as particularly buff or hot when he was in the presence of such an amazingly huge, muscular dude like Alan.
John looked across the table at Alan and realized he really had no other words to describe his friend other than huge or some variant thereof which was slightly ironic given their height differences. John had always been the biggest guy wherever he went. At well over six feet tall and lousy with muscles, he had never felt small before, but this dude who was a good foot shorter than him, had over twice the muscle mass stacked onto his broad frame. That wasn’t even factoring in his cock, either. Alan’s monstrous dick simply dwarfed him in every way.
John immediately wished he hadn’t let his mind drift to his bud’s massive dick. The vision of the towering cock was seared into his brain. John hunched over the table and tried to fight off his own overpowering need to cum. His whole body shuddered as he struggled in vain against his own arousal. Finally he let out a low grunting, groan of pure sexual release. His jizz erupted from his cock and crashed against the side of Alan’s monstrous wang. John’s cock was already mashed against the side of Alan’s humongous dick causing his cum to splatter everywhere. He could feel large gobs of is own spunk rolling down his own massive nuts. John’s mind was reeling trying to process all the sensory data that was flooding into it. His nuts felt impossibly full even as they continually pumped out more and more spooge. His dick was somehow pressing harder and harder against the side of Alan’s humongous cock. His clothes felt inexplicably tight. His jeans were literally popping at the seams as they struggled in vain to hold back his swelling delts and calves. As more and more stitches popped, large openings appeared along the seams, exposing much of the blond athlete’s bare skin beneath.
Even his shirt felt impossibly tight. He didn’t even dare try to move for fear that his skin tight polo shirt would not be able to adjust. John took small, shallow breaths because even the rising and falling of his massive, pectoral shelf seemed to put excessive strain on the fibers of his shirt. His tip of his dick was now mashed so roughly against the side of Alan’s massive cock that the sensations were driving John mad. If he didn’t do something soon he’d find himself cumming all over again.
He pushed off against the table and slid his chair back a few inches. The maneuver caused his biceps and triceps to bulge outward. The strain was too much for the short sleeves of his yellow polo. The fibers popped and shredded audibly as large tears formed on his sleeves. Finally the thick fabric band at the end of his sleeves gave up as well. Both sides popped open in unison with a loud snapping sound causing what was left of his sleeves to burst into tattered ribbons. John was so startled by the noise that he tensed up and inhaled sharply. He immediately wished he hadn’t. He could feel and hear various threads and fibers popping and fraying, especially those along his massive, muscular chest. He sat as still as possible and slowly exhaled, hoping that he could limit the damage, but it was for naught. Just as he began to relax he felt a slender, but firm hand grab his shoulder.
“Hey, man, are you feeling alright?” came the concerned voice of their server. John instinctively jumped in his seat and sat bolt upright. The sudden movements proved to be far too much strain for his long suffering polo. The fabric exploded into ribbons as the forth of his tensing muscle slammed against the alright stretched too tight fibers.
John was immediately struck by both the relief of being freed from his cloth prison and by embarrassment from being topless in such a public place. To make matters worse, he was now painfully aware that by moving his seat back several inches, he no longer had the relative coverage of the table to hide his enormous hard-on and massive nuts. Enough of his junk was hanging out past the edge that anyone who so much as casually glanced his way could tell that his cock was huge and flying free. The sudden eruption of his shirt had also managed to pry the various gazes off of his far more massive date and onto himself. John was now the center of attention, and he did not wish to be.
There was no position that he could get himself into that would not show off his immaculate musculature. He had originally thought to hunch over the table and try to hide his face, but that just caused his lats and traps to bulge out. He could hear the murmurs of approval from some of the crowd. They were enjoying the view of his newly exposed muscles as well as the top of his two, buff, shapely ass cheeks that had begun to show over the waistline of his jeans when he leaned over.
“Just relax and try and act natural. You are just going to draw attention to yourself if you don’t.” Alan said calmly. His voice was somehow soothing to John. John could already feel his heartbeat mellowing out and his nerves calming slightly. John began to notice that people were losing interest in him quickly. Most lustful gazes were once again fixated on his much bigger and much better endowed buddy. About the only person who was still fixated on John was their server who was still observing him skeptically.
“Man, are you ok. Like, is there anything I can get for you/” Kyle asked. His brow was furrowed, and the concern he felt for the blond stud was clearly visible on his face.
“Naw… I’m fine now, thank ya.” John replied politely. He was so distracted that a bit of his Southern twang slipped out unintentionally. Alan cocked an eyebrow as he noticed that the server seemed to stand up just a tad straighter and his cheeks looked just a tad pinker when John’s slow, deep drawl slipped through.
“Well, if you need anything you know who to call, yeah?” The lanky waiter replied with a cheesy grin and an even cheesier thumbs up before turning and heading back into the kitchen. John thought it odd the way the waiter had a large serving tray held down over his crotch, but quickly put it out of his mind.
“I think he likes, you.” Alan said with a sly smirk. John cocked his head to the side and gave Alan a befuddled look. “Anyways, that was quite the show you put on. I kinda wish I coulda grown so fast. I never got to burst from my clothes like that.”
John instinctively crossed his arms over his chest in order to cover up his exposed pecs, but it didn’t really do much to help his condition. If anything, it caused his biceps and triceps to flex as well as his pecs, so that his arms and the visible parts of his chest became even more stunning. “What do you mean?” John asked shakily.
“Well, for me, my clothes kind of kept pace with me for a bit. You know, like how everything else around you seems to update to your new size?” Alan explained casually. John just furrowed his brow a little more to show that he was still very confused, but he began to relax a little and lowered his arms, leaving his amazingly buff chest and deeply cut abs openly on display. “I guess you just grew so much so fast that your clothes couldn’t adjust.” Alan explained with a nonchalant shrug as if this was the most natural thing in the world. John couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but he couldn’t bring himself to disbelieve it either. The more he heard the more he knew that Alan was right, and more and more of his memories began to flood back.
“Aww, heck. What am I gonna tell Ma.” John muttered as he surveyed the new changes to his body. As frightening as it was to think that he was now officially this big and buff and hung it was also kind of exciting. His body far surpassed anything he could have ever come up with in his wettest and wildest dreams. He ran his hands tenderly over each and every massive, rippling ab. He traced a path upwards towards his massive, bulging pecs and rubbed them while staring intently at their sheer size and density. He knew he used to have defined pecs before, but now he had what could only be considered cleavage. What was once a small dip between his two toned pectorals was now a deep, narrow crevasse between his two massive, brawny slabs.
“No need to worry about that.” Alan replied with a smirk. “Everyone else will think this is how you always looked. Hell, even you thought this was how you always looked before I jogged your memory.”
John looked back up from his muscular survey and stared at Alan in stunned disbelief. Once again he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and yet, deep down, he knew it to be true. The thought that he could have transformed into his current, glorious muscled form without even noticing seemed inconceivable, but the more he tried to remember, the more he realized that he had no idea of how big he was when he started. There was nothing left to prove that he had once been anything close to normal; nothing save for a gut instinct that was buried deep in his subconscious that is.
“Hope. I’m not interrupting anything, guys.” The server cut in pleasantly. “Looks like you’re feeling better.” He added as he clapped a hand onto John’s massive, exposed shoulder and gave it a gentle rub which could have been seen as either reassuring or sensual depending on the context.
“Not interrupting at all.” Alan replied kindly, but the smirk that was playing at the corners showed that he was up to something. “I was just talking with John here about whether or not you were going to ask him out.”
The server and the star athlete both went rigid and gazed at Alan in shock. “What…?” They replied in unison.
“What? It’s obvious that you dig him.” Alan continued to jovially prod Kyle.
“Well… I mean, maybe. I mean, he’s hot and popular, and I’m just… me.” The waiter stammered. This was the first time Alan had seen Kyle get flustered, and he couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.
“And besides, he’s not even gay.” Kyle continued. His gaze shifted from Alan to John as he talked and his eyes seemed to plead with John to prove him wrong. John was too stunned to say or do anything.
Alan began to regret putting the two of them on the spot like that. He had thought it would be fun to play matchmaker, and it was obvious that Kyle had his sights set on the buff, blond, football star. Alan had a pretty good idea that their server swung that way when they first got seated, but as the night went on, it became clearer and clearer that Kyle was more than a little infatuated with John. Alan had also figured that John was ready to be a bit more open about his sexuality, especially since he was on a date with someone who was so huge that it would be impossible to try and sneak in under the radar. Although, Alan realized that, clandestine under the table hand jobs aside, the two of them hadn’t done anything that would really tip anyone off to their sexualities. As far as any of the onlookers could tell, the two of them were a couple of super jacked muscle bros out for a casual dinner.
Kyle regained his composure quickly enough and stood up straight and adjusted his tie before speaking. “Sorry for interrupting. I have other tables to attend to. Feel free to call me or any of the other servers if you need anything.” The waiter replied flatly. He adjusted his fashionable, square frames and gave the two a curt nod before turning and heading to other tables.
“Aww, shit. I bet he thought I was messing with him.” Alan lamented. Alan’s gaze shifted back to John who was looking visibly conflicted. “Come on, man. Are you interested or not?” Alan prodded his blond buddy.
“He is kinda cute… an’ seems sweet.” John muttered as he mulled it over.
“but…?” Alan prodded.
“But… what do I do? Do I flag him back down? Do I apologize?” John rambled rapidly.
“First you have to decide two things. Are you interested in him?” Alan stated plainly. John didn’t hesitate to nod at this. “And second, are you ready to be out yet? I know you said you wanted to be more open, but this is a big crossroads for you. If you ask him out now it’s pretty much an official coming out statement, but if you don’t act quickly, he’s going to think we were just a couple of dumb jocks picking on the obvious queer.”
John looked back and forth between Alan and Kyle. The waiter had moved to the far side of the room and was making a conscious effort to not look back in their direction. John made a slight motion to get up from his seat, but the soft thump of his still fully boned cock against the underside of the table convinced him not to. He raised a hand and tried his best to beckon the brown haired server back to their table, but Kyle was still completely ignoring them.
“Hello, did you need something?” came the sweet voice of a young woman in her early twenties. She had long black hair and a uniform very similar to Kyle’s. The name on her tag read “Tiffany.”
“Huh. I thought as much.” Alan mused.
“Huh? What.” John asked. He was confused and it showed on his face.
“This is our real server, or rather the person assigned to our area.” Alan stated plainly. “Let me guess. Kyle over there specifically asked to work this table, even though it’s way out of his zone, right?” Alan asked their new server.
“Yeah, actually. Poor guy.” She replied sweetly.
“Sorry, miss, but could ya ask him to come over here?” John cut in. His voice was little more than a hurried mumble, but she seemed to understand him.
“I can try, but I can’t guarantee anything.” She replied skeptically, but turned to catch up to her coworker.
“She’s a good friend.” Alan mused as he watched the waitress jog across the restaurant to catch up to Kyle.
“Huh?” John asked. He was still pretty uncertain as to what exactly was going on.
“Watch her.” Alan explained as he pointed over to where the two servers were talking. “she’s telling him that we want to speak with him again, but she’s warning him against it.” The two servers looked up and back towards the two muscular guys. Kyle seemed to look momentarily interested, but then turn his gaze downward. “I’d do the same in her situation, honestly. If you want his attention, you have to go over there yourself. Show some initiative. Even if it’s just to apologize, you should be the one to go to him.”
“You should be th’ one apologizin’. Ya called him out.” John muttered.
“But you dropped the ball, and you’re the one who wants to ask him out, right?” Alan explained. “Now get out there and make me proud, champ.”
“I’m not your champ.” Jon muttered, but a slight smile was playing at the corner of his mouth, and his accent had begun to submerge again.
“You’re everyone’s champ, ‘cowcatcher.’” Alan replied with a playful wink. John groaned at the nickname, but steeled his resolve to go out there and talk to the guy.
“I’m not going out there like this, though.” John said flatly as he focused his attention on his crotch.
“But that’s how you always look.” Alan explained matter-of-factly.
“Not what I was referring to.” John grunted. It was then that Alan realized what John was doing. The linebacker had a both beefy hands on his massive, meaty cock and was trying his hardest to stroke the enormous shaft. He pumped vigorously and rapidly, trying to bring himself to climax in record time. It didn’t hurt that he started at such an already rock hard and aroused state. He was already streaming pre before he even laid a finger on his dick.
“I don’t think that’s such a good…” is all Alan managed to get out. John was already hunched over and moaning loudly. A second later, his cock erupted like a volcano of jizz. Huge, gooey splatters of cum crashed into the side of Alan’s already saturated cock. Still, John continued to pump his shaft vigorously. The muscles in his arms and chest bulged and flexed from the exertion of handling his gigantic tool in such a way. John’s previous shots throughout the evening had all been accidental. This was something else entirely. This was a focused, intentional effort to drain every last ounce of cum from his enormous beach ball nuts. John was dead set on getting his cock soft before he made his trek across the diner.
Wad after thick, gooey wad arced from his cock and pooled on the floor. The thick bog of cm that had formed under them had already begun to spread outwards from under their table, coating much of the surrounding carpet in spunk, and John was showing little sign of stopping. His breath was coming in in ragged gasps in between intense powerful shudders that rocked his entire body each time his cock flexed and erupted anew.
John’s deliberate, public masturbation had gotten Alan hot under the collar in ways nothing else that evening had. Alan had been doing an amazing job of keeping his own libido in check, even in spite of the constant teasing he was giving his steadily growing friend, but John’s sensual moans and primal grunting burst a dam deep within Alan’s resolve. All that pent up sexual desire came bubbling to the surface. Alan’s long dormant cock, which had been steadily seeping pre all evening had finally stirred to life. His gargantuan cock shuddered and lurched as it struggled to hold back the tidal wave of spooge that had been building for hours. The massive, spongy head of his dick puffed up aggressively as if to warn the other diners of the impending flood. Alan hopped off his seats and staggered to his feet as best he could, but his legs were already feeling weak.
“Well, wish me luck.” John said unsteadily as he too got to his feet. He was completely oblivious to the chain reaction he had set off inside his massively brawny, pal. Alan didn’t even register what John had said. He was shuddering and his breath was getting short, but he had just barely managed to hold back the wall of spooge. He let out a sigh of relief, but he was distracted by a distinct sound coming from the linebacker’s direction.
John hopped down from his seat and turned to walk towards their former server. He was momentarily dazed by just how huge his cock and balls were now. The thick, heavy shaft was so big that it rivaled his own impressive waistline for sheer girth. His massive, bean bag chair sized balls hung down past his knees, and his dick was now so large that it drooped over his hefty nuts, then hung down to the ground and still had enough length left over for the plump head to rest solidly on the ground.
John barely made it more than two steps before he started to feel the tightness in his pant legs. He had forgotten one of the other side effects of his growth and was beginning to realize what it was that Alan had tried to warn him about. What was left of the seams began to pop, and the large tears and gaps became larger as the fabric was stretched even thinner. John froze like a deer in headlights. He had somehow come to accept that his monstrous cock and balls were going to be hanging out no matter what he did, but he wasn’t ready to be completely naked, definitely not like this. He tensed up and hoped that his jeans would keep it together, but it was not to be. The denim shredded loudly, and once again, all eyes in the restaurant were fixated on him as the tattered remnants of his pants split wide open from the force of his expanding brawn. The shredded ribbons fell from his buff legs like confetti, leaving him standing in the center of the restaurant completely nude with the exception of his two white, cum-soaked tennis shoes.
John tried to put it out of his mind. He was already committed to what he was about to do, and once he decided to do something, he always made sure to see it through to the end. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves and then continued his slow, deliberate march across the diner. His massive quads flexed with every step as his magnificent muscles propelled him forward. Each sway of his hip caused his humongous, shapely, beefy ass to bob and sway and flex. Try as he might to ignore the awkwardness of the situation, John was in fact slightly turned on by it. A fact which his steadily chubbing cock refused to allow him to keep a secret. His dick had already hardened to the point where it had begun to lift off the ground. His humongous, thick dick bobbed and swayed in time with his heavy footfalls.
Alan looked up when he heard the shredding fabric, and he was greeted by the amazing sight of the huge, buff linebacker’s last vestiges of clothing falling off of him like the last leaves from a dead tree. John’s absolutely glorious ass was suddenly revealed for Alan’s staring pleasure. Alan tried to pry his eyes away and return his focus to keeping himself from creaming the entire restaurant, but the second John continued his march. Alan was completely fixated. John’s thick, glorious glutes swayed seductively before Alan’s eyes. He continued to struggle in vain against his own arousal. His painfully pent up nuts began to rock back and forth as they began to seize up. Despite Alan’s best effort to keep all his spunk down, large gobs of spooge were already dribbling out the tip of his painfully erect cock.
Jon finally reached his target, but once he was there he couldn’t seem to find the words. He just stood there, shifting his weight awkwardly as he silently stared down at the far shorter and much thinner server.
Kyle couldn’t bring himself to say anything either. His idol and crush filled his entire field of vision. The massive, buff, jock towered over him, and even the linebacker’s enormous cock was thicker than the server’s lithe body. Kyle chewed his lower lip nervously and played with a lock of his wavy brown hair as he stared into the John’s vast, beefy chest. Each individual pectoral muscle was as big as Kyle’s entire torso. Kyle’s eyes managed to drift lower and score out the deep ridges of John’s eight pack abs and then drift even lower to gaze at the linebacker’s glorious cock. The football star’s dick was topped off with a dense but neatly trimmed patch of blonde pubes, and the shaft itself was lined with huge, thick veins that ran along the length of the four foot monster. Kyle watched in awe at the steadily hardening behemoth. The head of the cock brushed against the inside of Kyle’s legs as it steadily rose higher and higher. Kyle gasped slightly as the head of John’s colossal dick pressed up against hiss own package. The front of Kyle’s pants was quickly coated in the pre that was steadily oozing out the tip of John’s cock. Kyle looked up and up past the massive shelf of pecs and gazed into the linebacker’s eyes. John appeared to be embarrassed, but his cock was telling a completely different story.
“So…” John began awkwardly.
“So…” Kyle repeated as if in a daze.
“Sorry about earlier. I mean it, man. I just froze, y’know? I really would like to get to know ya… if’n yer still interested?” John fought a losing battle against his nerves, his accent, and his erection as he struggled to find the words to say to the cute little waiter. Kyle definitely had a lot of the features that John found attractive in a guy; cute smile, nice fashion sense, nice build, and very good hygiene.
“Yeah… I mean… This is what I think it is, right? This isn’t another joke, is it?” Kyle wanted to believe it was true, but he also didn’t dare get his hopes up. It was pretty hard to deny the evidence though. Even if John appeared to be the type that could flawlessly pretend to be so awkward and cute when trying to ask someone out, it would be pretty hard to fake the towering erection the Kyle was now staring down. The head of John’s rigid cock was standing at just a bit above eye level for the massive linebacker. Kyle placed a hand on John’s cock. He couldn’t even really say why he did it, but he just had to feel it for himself to be sure that it was real. This was turning out to be the most surreal night of his life. It far surpassed even his wettest dreams.
“It’s not a joke…” John murmured. “Would ya… like to hang out sometime? Maybe a movie er somethin’?” Kyle didn’t even have a chance to respond. Almost immediately after John’s question they both heard the sound of glass clattering to the ground and barstools toppling over. John turned around and Kyle quickly scurried to his side to see what had happened.
Alan couldn’t take it anymore. He was going to blow any second and he didn’t really want to do it here, especially not with so many innocent bystanders. He liked drenching his fans in cum as much as the next guy, but most of the people here were just looking for a nice evening with their friends or loved ones.
Alan hopped down from his perch atop several clustered bar stools. He almost slipped and fell as his feet made contact with the thick puddle of Jon’s cum that had accumulated under their table, but he managed to steady himself by grabbing onto the edges of the table. Alan found himself in quite a predicament. The table was mounted securely to the floor, and his dick was nestled snugly underneath it. It had swollen and hardened so much during their dinner that it was now snugly caught between the table legs. He slowly backed up, knocking the barstools out of the way as he did so. Sweat was trickling down his brow and his breathing was becoming labored as he felt the metal bars of the table legs digging into the sides of his shaft as he moved. He was beginning to accept that he had no chance of getting out of here without drenching the room in his jizz. His cock was already spurting globs of spooge out onto the floor as it moved even despite his best efforts to keep everything down. His legs were also feeling so weak that he doubted he could make it more than a few steps.
Just about everyone’s attention was still fixated on John and the linebacker’s bizarre and erotic attempt at flirting. The only person other than Alan who was aware of the problem’s the super massive muscle stud was facing was Alan and John’s new waitress. Tiffany’s eyes fell upon the gargantuan shuddering shaft of Alan’s cock and immediately realized what was happening. She quickly jump into action and tried to get people who were in the line of fire out of the way.
Alan had finally managed to pull the last foot of his colossal cock out from under the table. It looked like he might actually be home free as the head of his dick slipped free, but his relief was short lived. In the brief second of weakness he had not taken into account that the table was all that was holding his cock downward. As soon as he pulled the head loose, his cock sprung upward and slapped against the roof of the diner audibly. The impact sent shockwave up and down the eleven feet of his massive dick. The waves of sheer pleasure arced through his entire body. His legs gave out from under him, and he landed with a splat on the jizz soaked floor. He tried to stop his fall, but he had nothing nearby that could support his weight. The barstools that were around him clattered noisily to the ground as he fell. He let out a low roar of pure, sexual release as he cock tensed up and erupted. Massive wads of jizz rained down upon the diner, coating anything, everything, and everyone in the line of fire.
Most of the patrons had been evacuated from the initial blast area, but Alan was so pent up that there seemed to be no end to the amount of jizz that was flowing from him cock. Spurt after thick, gooey spurt, rained down upon the diner. The spooge flooded the floor and continually rose higher. Alan’s mind was too overcome by the glorious euphoria of release to even fight it anymore. Alan could feel the spooge pooling over his ankles as he continued to moan blissfully from the release.
John and Kyle stared in awe as the torrent of jizz rained down upon the diner. Tables and chairs and food and drink all became saturated with the stud’s cum. “God that’s hot…” Kyle moaned.
“yah…” was all that John could muster in response. His own cock was rock hard and shuddering for release after witnessing such a lewd scene play out before him. Pre was flowing from the tip of his cock like a waterfall as t cascaded down his shaft and over his balls before pooling on the floor below him.
“Yanno…” Kyle said with a bit of a sultry tone. “It’s already such a mess here… what’s a little more?” He asked as he ran his hands along the length of John’s massive, shuddering dick.
“I don’t think…” was all John managed to get out before Kyle’s tender touch caused him to inhale sharply. John was struggling too hard to keep his load down to even manage the most basic of words.
“The place is practically deserted.” Kyle explained. “And you look like you’re going to blow even without myself. At least let me enjoy it a little.” Kyle was slightly surprised at how easily John had complied. He had originally not intended to actually go through with it. He had just started feeling up the linebacker’s glorious cock, but the more he felt the more he needed. Something about how the massive, hung dude being so meek and subservient was really turning him on. John sat back on the floor and offered his cock up to Kyle to do whatever he wished with it. Kyle was at first too stunned to do anything other than stare at the massive shaft which was bigger around and barely a foot shorter than he was. Kyle wanted to shed his uniform and make sweet passionate love to the blond bombshell before him, but he knew he was officially still on the clock. Whatever lurid catastrophe might befall the diner, he still had to stay in uniform. That said, the state that his uniform must remain in was up for discussion.
Kyle wrapped both arms around John’s massive cock and began stroking it vigorously. The heavy flow of jizz saturated his white, button up shirt causing it to become see-through and cling to his lithe body. He could feel the linebacker’s immense dick shuddering in his arms as he continued to pump up and down. The fully exposed head of John’s massive, cut cock pressed against Kyle’s chest as he hugged it tightly. The scent of John’s pre was intoxicating. Kyle needed to have more of it. He leaned forward and placed his mouth against the slit of John’s cock and began slurping down the delicious pre. The maw of Johns cock was far larger than Kyle’s mouth. It was so large in fact that Kyle could just about bury his face into the opening as if he was washing his face in a sink. He nuzzled up closer to the huge, spongy head and could feel it puffing up against his chest.
Kyle could feel that John wouldn’t last much longer and so he stepped back and waited to be bathed in his jock’s cum. John shuddered and struggled against his own urge to cum, but finally it got the better of him. He moaned as his jizz arced through the air and crashed down upon the lithe server. Kyle fell back into the lake of Alan’s jizz and let Jon’s spunk rain down upon him. In no time at all he was completely covered from head to toe in the two muscle gods’ mixed juices as well as a little of his own. It would have been impossible to differentiate his own meager wad from the flood of spunk that he was currently bathing in.
Finally the torrent of cum tapered off, leaving all three of them winded and overcome with joy. Kyle staggered over to John and curled up beside the massive, blond stud.
“Oh, man… we trashed yer place.” John murmured lazily.
“It’s fine.” Kyle replied as he pulled himself up onto John’s massive chest. John’s torso was now so broad and brawny that Kyle could easily rest atop him and have plenty of room to spread out. The waiter rested his head atop one of the linebacker’s massive pecs and lay there for a moment listening to the beating of the stud’s heart and feeling the rise and fall of John’s chest. “There’s a cleaning system in place for something like this. This isn’t the first place around campus you megas have wrecked, and I doubt it’ll be the last.” Kyle explained with a soft chuckle.
“What about you? Your job? This won’t get you fired will it?” John asked, suddenly becoming very concerned that he had gotten his new friend canned before they even got the chance to date.
“Just let me enjoy this a little while longer.” Kyle replied lazily as he licked the jizz off his glasses.
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Alan shifted his weight as best he could. By the time he had managed to get somewhat comfortable, he was resting sideways on the back seat of Steve’s car with his enormous, muscular butt pressed against the door. His gigantic balls spilled over into the seat beside him and his immense dick flopped off to the side and rested in the empty space where a passenger seat would normally go. Even with the missing seat, Alan’s cock was just too big for the spot. At well over eight feet soft, his dick had to curve and twist as it filled in just about every available inch of space on the passenger side. It was so cramped that the head of his cock was mushed up against the front windshield.
Steve glanced over at his friend’s ridiculously huge wang and rolled his eyes. “Seriously, bro. Whatever happened to not getting off all weekend?” He said with an exasperated sigh.
“I guess I got a little carried away.” Alan replied with a slight chuckle. “But Danny can be quite persuasive when he sets his mind to it.”
“I find that hard to believe. I’ve never even heard him swear outside of video games. What kind of things could he have even said to you, and why didn’t you record it. Little Danny trying to talk dirty would be absolutely hilarious. We could have made millions in ad revenue off of that shit on YouTube.”
“Oh. He didn’t really talk that dirty. It’s more like… well… he worshipped me. He treated me like a god.” Alan explained excitedly. “He was practically praying to me to get bigger. How could I refuse?” Alan’s eyes seemed to sparkle as he spoke. His gaze drifted as he appeared to stare at some point far away. His grin spread wider and wider as he basked in the memories of the idol worship his slim friend had been pouring on him during the previous day.
Steve furrowed his brow as he looked back at Alan through the rear-view mirror. Alan looked positively giddy as he recounted the way Dan had made him feel. Something about the way Alan was talking made Steve uneasy though. For as long as Steve had known him, Alan had always been pretty humble despite his lack of modesty. Sure, Alan had an exhibitionist streak a mile long, but he never referred to himself as anything other than just one of the guys or let others treat him as such. This talk of worship and godliness was something completely new. Steve took another glance in the rearview mirror and for a brief second there, he didn’t recognize the face that he saw.
Steve instinctively slammed on the brakes as he pulled off to the side of the road. “Woah. You ok, dude?” Alan asked with genuine concern as he rested a large hand on his buddy’s shoulder.
Steve looked back over his shoulder and could see the face of his best friend staring back at him with a worried expression. “Yeah. I guess my eyes were playing tricks on me.” He replied and let out a long, slow sigh as he tried to settle his nerves. “Come on. Let’s get back to our place.”
“Maybe you should let me drive. I think your girl kept you up too late last night.” Alan replied jokingly.
“As if. You remember last time you tried to drive? You couldn’t even reach the pedals.” Steve shot back playfully. Trading good natured barbs just like the good old days did wonders for his nerves.
“Haha yeah. That was a mess. Maybe if we retrofitted a car so that I could put a foot on my right nut for gas and my left nut for brakes I can actually start driving again.” Alan replied as he burst out laughing.
“Like that’d work.” Steve replied snarkily as he rolled his eyes. “You’d just end up getting yourself boned in traffic. I’m pretty sure a ten foot tall oozing cock in the middle of rush hour classifies as a safety hazard.”
“Oh yeah. Can you hear the news report now?” Alan asked, still laughing, but then tried forced himself to stop giggling long enough to mimic a stuffy old newscaster and said, “And now for a special bulletin. The I-47 interchange is closed until further notice as crews struggle to clean up what some people are claiming to be the biggest load in recorded history.”
“Oh please. I doubt even you could shut down more than one lane of traffic.” Steve playfully ribbed his super buff buddy.
“Is that a challenge?” Alan replied with a smirk as he slowly began rubbing his cock.
“Oh, hell no. I will make you walk the rest of the way back if you even start to get hard in here. It’s already going to take me hours to get all that crud off my window.” Steve moaned as he gestured towards the steady stream of pre that had been seeping out of the tip of Alan’s cock and sliding down the windshield and onto his dashboard.
“Fine. But some day we’ll have to test this out. For Science!” Alan called back playfully.
Steve pulled into a parking spot in the paid parking garage. He didn’t even bother driving into the main part of campus. At this time on a Sunday afternoon, almost all of the students who had driven home for the weekend would be back, and the lots would all be packed. The campus had started out as a small enough local college, but had steadily spread alongside the city it had been adjacent to. As such, nowadays the vast campus now mixed and mingled with the urban sprawl of downtown. Parking was hard to come by, and many students, like Steve, had had to purchase special parking permits from off site garages. The garage that Steve had a year long pass to was one of the closer ones and was connected to the large shopping mall that was just a few blocks from campus.
Steve climbed out of the driver’s seat easy enough. He was pretty slim, going on lanky so he could slide out of the narrow space between his car and the next easily enough, but he could already tell that there was no way Alan would be able to pull his massive bulk out. Steve got back into the car and pulled out halfway so that Alan could have plenty of room to exit.
The entire car shifted as Alan slowly moved his mass out of the back door. His immense, muscled body was actually the easy part. His cock and balls were what was going to take the most effort. It took plenty of shifting and pulling on his part while Steve shoved from inside to get his enormous nuts through the car door. The extra stimulation was getting to him a lot more than it usually did. He could already feel his dick hardening as he tried to back out and slowly feed it through the open car door. Now that he was hovering at around half mast, the doorway was becoming quite a tight fit. Alan had to actually struggle the last few feet as he slowly backed away from the car. The door frame was getting so tight that weather stripping was digging into his hardening shaft. Somewhere in the back of Alan’s mind he was seriously considering just standing there and thrusting in and out a few times as he used his friend’s old, beat up sedan as an industrial strength flesh jack, but he knew that would be a terrible idea. Steve would be pissed off at him for weeks if he drenched the entire interior of his car in a tidal wave of spunk.
Finally the head of his cock slipped free of the cab and sproinged upward, spraying the road and the top of Steve’s car in a shower of pre as it did so. Alan’s cock bobbed as it pointed upward and outwards in front of him, drooping a bit due to its only semi-hard state. Steve looked at the splatters on the roof of his car for a second, but then shrugged and hopped back in to park. He was just glad Alan hadn’t gotten fully hard. Last time that had happened they had to open the door on the other side and let him bust his nut onto the pavement. It made for a funny video, but they had received complaints from the parking garage management about the mess it had caused.
Steve finished parking the car and grabbed their bags. He turned and looked off in the direction of the exit ramp for cars, but didn’t see Alan. Steve sighed inwardly as he turned around and looked over towards the elevators. Sure enough, Alan was waiting patiently to get on one. “What are you doing over there? Let’s just stick to the road.” Steve called out to his massively muscled bud.
“This way is quicker. We’re in a hurry, aren’t we?” Alan called back with a sly grin.
Steve already knew that Alan didn’t care about how quick they would get back. Alan was just looking to show off for a bit. While it was true that taking the elevators would be a lot quicker, the elevator would put them out in the front lobby of the mall. If they stuck to the parking garage, they would have to wind down five floors of parking. They stood to save at least twenty minutes by cutting through the mall… that is, if Alan didn’t decide to showboat once he got into the crowd.
Alan’s cock had softened a bit by the time the elevator light dinged to alert them to the arrival of the next available lift. The doors slid open and revealing a young couple who were too engrossed in each other to notice the hulking figure that filled just about the entire doorway. “Excuse me.” Alan said politely as he sidestepped through the doorway. His muscular shoulders were now so broad that he had to so shift slightly to get through. His enormous dick was now soft enough that he could angle it over his shoulder and allow it to droop behind him. It still stuck up way above the top of the doorframe, but it was fortunately soft enough that it could be bent without any discomfort.
The young couple looked up at Alan. A mutual look of shock and awe spread across their faces as they beheld the massive, nude form of the absurdly muscled twenty-one year old. Alan was pretty much the same height as the guy, but Alan was easily three times wider than the toned frat bro. Each of Alan’s huge, toned obliques was easily as thick as the dude’s waist. Each solitary bump of Alan’s deeply cut eight-pack abs rivaled the bro’s pecs. Alan’s own pecs were like a couple of extra firm, king sized pillows.
It wasn’t until Alan got fully into the elevator and laboriously turned around that the couple could see that he was just as tanked below the waist. Now that Alan’s colossal balls no longer obscured his legs and hips, His tree trunk thick thighs were openly on display. Each bulging quad was thicker around than the frat dude’s well toned chest. Alan’s powerful legs were topped off with the biggest, thickest pair of gluteals the world had ever seen. The thick slabs of muscle would have made for an absolutely phenomenal ass on their own, but Alan’s extra cushioning back there made for the an absolutely gargantuan, round, shapely bubble butt. Alan didn’t even have to look back to know that the frat bro as staring at his glorious ass, and it wasn’t just because the dude’s girlfriend was shameless copping a feel of Alan’s impeccable rump. After all, even straight dudes can appreciate a truly beautiful butt. Steve had proved that fact on numerous occasions.
Just thinking about Steve’s ten inches plowing into his own massive, shapely hindside was getting Alan all chubbed up all over again. His cock was noticeably thickening and twitching as he tried to steady it against his shoulder. Alan tried to force his brain to change subjects. He really didn’t want to end up getting fully boned in the cramped little lift. There was just not enough room for his cock to truly stretch out. It was already getting a little uncomfortable as his dick continued to harden. His cock was so huge that it even in its semi-soft state, it reached up to the roof, hit that and curled back towards the back of the elevator, bumped into the rear doors and then angled back down. His dick was bent like a candy cane. It was fine for now, but if it got any harder he’d be in for some severe discomfort.
Steve barely managed to slide into the elevator doors right before they closed. He had to press against the wall to be able to fit in due to Alan’s immense, muscled bod filling up the vast majority of the lift. The lift’s maximum occupancy was estimated at around ten people, but Alan counted for at least seven. Perhaps it might be more specific to say that his body counted for around four people, and his cock and balls counted as another three.
Alan struggled to shift his mind to other topics, but he could actually feel the stares on his massive, jiggly, bubble butt. Alan wondered if that dude was at all curious about what it would be like to have a go at him. He’d been with straight guys plenty of times, and they all seemed to appreciate his hot, tight, ass. Some of them seemed to only be interested in the act of dominating a guy who in all other respects, was several times the man that they were, but Alan didn’t mind. Those kinds of guys were often the most passionate. He just had to accept that there would be no cuddling or even talking afterwards, and if they ever saw each other around campus, they’d pretend to have never met.
Alan found himself wondering if the bro behind him was one of the more adventuresome ones. He’d been eaten out by ostensibly straight guys before, but it was a bit of a rarity. Alan couldn’t help but daydream about it anyway. He imagined the frat bro head buried deep in his enormous, pillowy cheeks; the dudes head almost completely engulfed by his gigantic buns as the bro went to town licking and sucking his twitching pucker.
Alan wondered if he’d be anywhere near as good as Dan. Probably not. Alan had never encountered anyone who was as passionate about eating a guy out as Dan had been. Alan’s cock was twitching and hardening as his mind replayed the scene in vivid detail. He could feel his hole shuddering in anticipation as his mind replayed the events of the previous evening and morning. His memory was so lucid that he could almost feel Dan’s tongue running laps back and forth along his deep crack.
The gears creaked as the elevator began its slow descent into the mall. The first five floors of the structure were all parking and the next three after that were split between mall space and parking lot. One side of the doors opened into parking and the other into the mall. After going down two floors, the elevator came to a halt and the doors behind Alan slid open. It took some work, but Alan managed to shift his bulk enough the he could look over his shoulder. A young couple was standing there; the man was pushing a small stroller. The look on their face confirmed what Alan already knew. There was no way that they were going to be getting on that elevator. Not with Alan’s immense, muscular bulk filling the majority of the lift, anyway.
“Just a second.” Alan called out pleasantly. “This is my stop anyway.” Ideally, he would have ridden the lift down another two floors, but if his overactive imagination didn’t shut up, his cock would be fully boned before he got there, and this gave him an excuse to do a good deed for a couple that looked like they could use it. His massive semi and the small crowd in the elevator made it too difficult for Alan to turn around so he slowly backed out of the elevator. The lift shook with each massive, labored footfall of the stud’s large feet.
There was no way Alan could make it through the doorway with his massive, semi-erect cock flung over his shoulder like he currently had it, so he let go of it, causing it to fall forward and slap against the closed doors on the opposite side of the lift. As he slowly and laboriously backed out of the elevator, his cock was able to spread out and straighten. To those who were watching from outside of the elevator, it looked like foot after foot of Alan’s impossibly huge cock slid out of the too small elevator like a hat rack from Mary Poppins’s handbag.
With the gigantic, spongy, oozing tip of his cock finally free from the doorway, Alan let out a sigh of relief and then stretched with an audible groan; every massive muscle in his body ripple and flexed as he unintentionally gave all the shoppers in the vicinity the most massive and explicit gun show any of them had ever seen.
“All yours.” Alan said to the young couple with a nod and a pleasant grin as he gestured towards the still open doorway. The man and his wife were too stunned and shocked by the absolutely massive wall of naked muscle and cock to say anything. They silently walked onto the lift and waited for the doors to close. Once they were situated well enough, Steve released the hold door button and quickly hopped out of the elevator to catch up to Alan.
“Can you believe those guys? Not even a thank you.” Steve commented jokingly as he handed Alan his backpack.
“I know right?” Alan shot back with a grin as he slid the tiny pack over his massive arms. He had the straps loosened as far as they would go; so far in fact, that Steve could slide his entire body through the arm holes, and not even risk grazing the straps, but even so, Alan had to force his bulging biceps through the too small holes in order to get his arms through. The black sack looked ridiculously tiny wedged between his enormous, rippling lats. “You’d think they’ve never seen guns like these before.” Alan added with a laugh as he flexed his gigantic, bulging biceps.
“Haha. Yeah. To be fair, you take a little getting used to.” Steve commented with a chuckle. He pressed the button to call the next lift, but quickly turned around when he heard Alan’s heavy footfalls headed off in another direction. “Hey! What gives?” Steve called back after his colossal buddy.
“The elevator is a little too cramped for my tastes.” Alan replied nonchalantly. “And besides, the food court is on this level and I’m hungry.”
“You’re always hungry! And what about your date? You don’t want to ruin your appetite before you even go out to dinner, do you?” Steve snapped back.
“You said so yourself. I’m always hungry.” Alan called back over his shoulder with a grin. Alan continued to stroll casually in the direction of the food court despite his buddy’s protests. His gigantic ass rolled and swayed with each massive step he took. His gigantic, still semi-erect cock bobbed and swung and drooled pre in time with his steady footfalls. Even though his less than rigid cock drooped down a bit, it still jutted out over eight feet in front of him. It was easily thicker around than most people’s body’s, but Alan’s cock was pretty much he same width and girth as his own buff, thick waistline.
The shoppers parted like the Red Sea to give him easy passage through the mall. Some did so out of a sense of reverence and awe, but many others did so in order to avoid the heavy swinging of the massive, pendulous wang. Everyone who laid eyes on the hulking college stud knew that he was bare-ass naked in a public place. Even if it hadn’t been for his car sized semi swaying before him or his gigantic boulder sized nuts dragging along behind, his huge, phenomenal ass would have given him away, and yet despite the global acknowledgement of the massive, muscle stud’s nudity, his presence carried with it a certain sense of understanding that filled everyone who beheld his immense form. Clothing was not something that was viable for someone like him, and even if cramming his humongous bulk into a few pieces of fabric was viable, doing so would be a travesty. As such, Alan was free to roam nude with the tacit understanding of all who beheld him.
Alan had almost made it to the open hall of greasy fast food when another scent caught his nose. The all you can eat buffet farther down away was calling his name, and it gave him a great excuse to shake what his momma gave him for an even larger crowd of people. Alan turned and headed away from the sparsely populated food court and down the densely packed hall full of shoppers. Hundreds of people stopped their daily life just to bask in his presence.
Alan tried his best to not let the gazes and stares of lust and awe go to his head, but it was hard to ignore. He could feel the blood once again rushing to his cock, and he could even see the head of his cock slowly and steadily creep upward as it began to straighten out and harden. He thought to himself that if he kept letting himself get worked up like this there was no telling how big he would get. He had intended that line of thought to be a stern admonishment to himself, but somehow it ended up sounding wistful. It seemed like the bigger he got the more he wanted.
Alan strode proudly trough the crowd of onlookers and turned to enter the large open doorway leading to the buffet. There were some audible gasps from the workers as his immense, muscular visage filled the entryway. He sidled up to the checkout counter to pay for his plate. He had to stand sideways and pivot at the hips in order to talk to the young lady working the register; his colossal cock would just have gotten in the way otherwise. He gladly paid for five separate buffet trays. He had been here enough that the management all knew how much he was capable of eating, and as such, they had entered into an agreement that he would pay an increased rate if he ever wanted to come back.
He grabbed his drink and his tray and strode into the maze of heated food carts that displayed the entire lineup that the buffet had to offer. The area was packed, but people made way for Alan. His body was just so wide and his cock and balls so huge that if he went down an aisle, there was no room for anyone else. He filled the entire valley between tables and then some. His colossal dick alone was bigger than the serving tables that the food was spread out on.
Alan’s wide, muscular forearm provided a nice, platform for stacking plate after piled on plate of food. By the time he had cleared his first lap of the buffet he was balancing twelve overstuffed plates of varying types of food. He looked around and found a nice cozy spot along the back wall to sit down. It took some work, but he rearranged the seats in a way that would suit his purposes. He took one bench from a booth. He needed the extra space to handle his immense butt. The bench would typically take three people to move effectively, but he lifted it easily with one hand. He set two large tables, one on either side of the bench. With everything neatly situated, he sat down to enjoy his gigantic meal.
His had his plates spread out amongst the two tables as he sat in the bench between them. Placing a table directly in front of him was simply out of the question since his enormous balls which rested firmly on the ground, now crested higher than even the largest of tables that they offered, and that isn’t even factoring in his massive cock that was resting atop his enormous sack. His gigantic dick stuck out so far in front of him that it extended past his tables, into the walkway, and almost hit the neighboring table almost ten feet away from him. Now that Alan was more focused on his meal than he was on the gawking onlookers around him, his hard-on had begun to wane, but it was still pretty rigid and steadily oozing pre.
The group of college buds sitting at the neighboring table tried to ignore it, but it’s pretty hard to tune out a gigantic, seeping cock head staring you right in the face while it drooling pre onto the table and all over the carpet. One of the dudes seemed to be doing a decent enough job ignoring the gaze of the giant, one-eyed monster that was watching on as they ate and bro’d it up, but the others were less successful. Alan could even tell that one of the dudes at the table was trying hard not to stare directly at it, all while trying to hide the painfully obvious tent in his jeans.
Alan scarfed down plate after plate of greasy, food-lamped, buffet food all while scanning the crowd. There were several guys in the group that looked like they would cream themselves at any second if Alan so much as looked at them and a few who actually did. Alan polished off the last of his trays. He was still slightly hungry and could easily have gone back for more, but he was now so badly boned that he needed to get off more than he needed to eat. He knew he only had time to do one or the other so he reached into his wallet and set down a few bills on the table as a tip.
Steve, who had been sitting in a chair he had pulled up to the table on Alan’s left, may as well have been invisible in the presence of the attention stealing pile of muscles. Steve noticed Alan getting up, but immediately recognized he look in Alan’s eyes. He checked his watch and then silently shrugged as he went to get another plate. He gathered a few bits of the buffet’s most edible food and settled back to watch as Alan sauntered out of the buffet; Alan’s huge, rigid cock bobbed enticingly as he did so, and his enormous, jiggly, bubble butt swayed seductively as he went. Steve’s eyes canvassed the room and noticed a few guys silently get up to answer the siren’s call of Alan’s enormous assets. He even caught a few glimpses of people staring in through the windows, and one of the chefs from the back throwing off his candy-striped apron as he too followed that glorious ass as if it was the Pied Piper leading a group of horny mice to their reward.
Alan strode out of the buffet and turned towards the public restroom in the service hallway that all malls seemed to have. He’d spent enough time at this mall to know where the public showers were located. He strolled down the dank hallway and into the locker room. While officially being a public area, the lockers and showers were very rarely used by anyone other than employees who were hosing off between shifts. There was only one person in the large, open shower room at the moment who was actually there to shower. The rest of the spacious, white tiled room was left open for Alan’s personal use. He picked a nice spot in the center of the room and waited for his entourage to finish stripping and come in after him. Alan recognized the bro he had been enticing stumble in first. The beefy, jock was still struggling to hop out of his boxers as he hobbled into the showers after the massive, hulking stud. The jock was well toned all over and had brown hair that was buzzed so short that the actual tone was hard to determine. It could be anywhere from pure blonde to medium brown. Not that it really mattered to Alan. He was more interested in the thick, rigid eleven inches the dude had standing proud below a neatly trimmed patch of brown pubes. Sure, it paled in comparison to the almost ten feet of cock Alan was swinging around, but by normal person standards it was fantastic.
Next Alan noticed one of the servers from the buffet awkwardly shuck his white and red striped paper hat, leaving him 100% naked. The server was lean and lanky with thick, curly reddish brown hair. His body was almost completely hairless except for a few thick patches of equally dense, reddish hair under each arm and another clustered around the base of his long, slender cock.
The other three men to stagger in were also people that Alan immediately recognized as students at his university. One of them was actually a grad student that Alan had had for a TA the previous semester. He had often wondered what would have happened if his poor, pent up Teacher’s Assistant hadn’t been so bound by student teacher conduct guidelines and just dove right in. Alan was pleased to finally find out.
Alan didn’t know the other two from anywhere, but they were both hot enough in their own right. One was a short, lithe Hispanic boy with deep olive skin and shaggy black hair. His perfectly average cock and balls were topped off by a thick patch of black pubes. He had obvious muscle tone, but none of his muscles were particularly developed. They showed as well as they did more because of his complete lack of body fat than because of their actual size.
The last guy to follow Alan in was not particularly memorable in any way. His average looking short brown hair and equally average deep brown eyes were quite common in this region. Even his build was perfectly average. He was just about Alan’s height, but he had no real muscle tone to him, nor did he have much pudge to him. Even the guy’s cock was particularly average. Alan had never seen him before in his life, but something about how completely average the guy was seemed eerily familiar.
There was no need for words. As such, there were no formal introductions made. Alan quickly assigned each of his partners a temporary moniker. As far as Alan was concerned for the duration of the following festivities they were to be known as Bro, Cookie, Teach, Carlos, and Average. The fact that nicknaming the lithe Hispanic boy Carlos might be considered racist didn’t even enter Alan’s thought process. He just thought the guy looked a lot like that kid from Mrs. Frizzle’s class. Not that he really had any reason to try and justify himself. The names were all in his head anyway.
Each guy had their own area of expertise, so to speak. Bro wasted no time in getting up close and personal with the oozing slit of Alan’s gigantic cock. Cookie made his way around the back to spend quality time with Alan’s glorious ass. Teach was more interested in Alan’s massive musculature. Carlos and Average teamed up to take on Alan’s enormous package.
Something about Alan’s titanic cock really got Bro hot under the collar. He’d had some homosexual tendencies for as long as he’d been sexually active, but he had always considered himself bi at most. This was the first time he could ever remember being so painfully hard, though. No one had ever gotten him as worked up as this hulking mass of cock and muscle had. The scent of the pre oozing out the enormous slit was making his head fuzzy and his dick hard. All he wanted to do was suck down as much savory pre as he could while making sweet love to the gigantic dick.
Bro placed a hand on either side of the seeping opening, allowing his hands to get completely laminated in the process. He slid his now pre-slick hands across the massive, spongy head. He could feel it pulsing and twitching under his palms. He deeply and sensually massaged the giant puffy glans with both hands. He could feel the entire massive cock twitch and buck appreciatively. He was overjoyed at the sensation. Somehow pleasing this cock that was far larger than he was had become his life’s mission; every twitch, every shudder, every buck of appreciation sent waves of euphoria through his whole body. He had never felt such validation before.
The steady stream of pre continually increased until soon it was a veritable cascade. Bro dug his face into the slit and sucked in the fluids as the liquid cascaded over him. The opening was so huge that all of Bro’s head could easily slide in, but it was not yet large enough to allow his broad shoulders to slide in. Bro could feel the head of the cock shudder around him. Having him inside of it was pleasing to the gigantic dick, he realized. He wanted to get as much of himself inside to farther please the glorious cock.
Bro pulled out to catch his breathe. He wiped the pre from his eyes and stared in awe at the gigantic shuddering glans that was staring him in the face. The slit seemed to cry out for him. Bro knew he needed to fill that hole somehow. In his current lust addled state, Bro did the one thing that made sense to him. He reached his hand into the oozing slit and slowly slid his arm down the quivering shaft. He could feel the inner lining of Alan’s cock sucking squeezing down around his arm as the shaft lurched and shuddered in preparation for the massive load it had building in the enormous nuts resting at the base of the shaft.
Slowly and meticulously, Bro slid his muscular arm deeper and deeper. His muscles were quite large by normal gym rat standards, but he looked like a total lightweight next to the hulking musclegod that he was currently servicing. Bro clenched his hand into a fist, causing his coconut thick bicep and equally toned tricep to bulge out, filling up the narrow passage of Alan’s cock. Alan let out a low moan of pleasure, both from the pleasant pressure building up in his cock from the obstructed flow of pre, and from the various other bits of service he was receiving from the rest of the gang.
Bro’s arm was now so deep into the drooling cock that his shoulder was mashed into the slit. He could feel the tremors arcing through the godly cock becoming greater and greater as he continued to twist and flex his arm deep within the beast. Bro was pressed so deep into the slit that he was able to easily turn his head and run his tongue across the vast expanse of pre-slick glans. He kissed and licked every inch that was within his reach as the spongy head continued to shudder and swell and pulse. Bro was so overcome by the intense erotic nature of his position that he came hard without once ever laying a finger on his own dick. Thick ropes of cum spurted from his sizeable cock and splattered against the underside of the monolithic dick that he was in the midst of worshiping. He let out a choked moan of pleasure as he continued to lick the tip of Alan’s enormous cock.
While Bro was busy up front, Cookie was proving himself to be quite the ass man. He wasted no time in getting down on his knees in front of Alan’s phenomenal ass. Alan’s gigantic, supple mounds were so huge that each individual cheek dwarfed the guy’s head. Cookie placed his hands against Alan’s massive buns and sensually dug his fingers into the warm, soft flesh. His fingers dug into the supple surface of Alan’s bubble butt and dug into the thick, heavy muscles hidden beneath. Cookie’s cock was already painfully hard just from basking in the presence of the glorious ass.
Cookie spread the massive cheeks to reveal the quivering hole that was hidden beneath. He knew immediately what he had to do. He dug his face in between the two enormous, wonderfully pillowy cheeks and began licking Alan’s eager hole. Cookie flicked his tongue playfully against the quivering entrance. He could feel Alan’s entire body shudder with pleasure, giving him the affirmation he needed to go deeper. Cookie pressed his tongue against Alan’s hatch and slowly and steadily pushed it in. Alan’s ass slowly opened wider to allow him access. Cookie could actually feel Alan’s hole shuddering with bliss as it wrapped around his tongue. Cookie was so excited to be buried so deep between those massive, cushiony mounds that he could already feel his own cock shuddering and lurching. It took everything he had to not bust his nut right then and there, but he knew it wouldn’t be long.
With his tongue fully inserted, Cookie flicked along the inner lining of Alan’s wonderful ass. He could feel Alan shudder in approval. That was the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back. Cookie could no longer hold it in anymore. His tongue slid out of Alan’s ass and back into Cookie’s own mouth as he let out a loud, low moan. His cock gave one more hard lurch as a wave of seed crashed against Alan’s monstrous nuts. Cookie fired shot after shot, each spurt of jizz getting progressively less and less until his dick was spasming and firing blanks.
His whole body had been s completely and thoroughly wracked by that orgasm that he was having trouble catching his breath. Cookie refused to be done so easily, though. He continued rimming and eating Alan out even while struggling against his own ragged breathing. He sucked and kissed and licked Alan’s hole in between his breathless gasps. His cock remained rigid throughout the entire experience. He felt himself climax several more times before Alan finally came, but Cookie had long since run out of spunk to shoot.
Back around front, Teach was having the least luck of the lot of them in holding his load down. He was about ready to cream himself just from standing so close to the amazingly ripped wall of muscle. Teach had had to stare longingly at that amazing bod for an entire semester without ever laying a finger on those gloriously massive pecs or those deeply trenched abs or those thick lats. Every class session that Alan had been in attendance of had been blissful torture for Teach. On the rare occasions that Alan had worn any clothes at all, the fabric had been far too thin or far too revealing to really do anything other than tease him. Teach had taken to wearing multiple layers of underwear just so that he could hide the wetness that inevitably formed when he creamed his pants two or three times in an hour.
Teach could already feel that this was going to be a lot like it had been when Alan had been his student. He hoped that this time he could at least make physical contact, but as he slowly moved his palm closer and closer towards Alan’s enormous pectoral, Teach could already feel his breath getting hollower and his heart beating harder. He could barely steady his breathing by the time he pushed his hand the last few inches towards the hunks glorious muscles. His hand hovered a mere inch above Alan’s chest. Teach could actually feel the heat emanating off of those wonderful muscles. He longed to touch them, but he wasn’t sure if his body could take it. His hand quivered as he steeled his resolve to finally reach in for a good solid feel.
Teach groaned as he felt the pressure in his cock get to be too much for him. His hefty load crashed against the stud’s deeply trenched abs. Teach watched in horror and fascination as the hunk’s beautiful abs were marred by his thick wad. Teach’s load slowly slid down the hulking dude’s torso as it flowed through the deeply defined grooves of Alan’s pecs. Teach’s paralysis was broken and he was overcome by an even more powerful compulsion. He launched himself forward and grabbed on to Alan’s thick, rippling torso and ran his tongue along the grooves and ridges of Alan’s impressive musculature. Teach lapped up his own cum, making sure to not leave a drop to mar the stud’s wonderful skin. His consciousness faded away as he became a being of pure sensory data. He could see nothing but the well defined muscles that encased Alan’s frame. He could hear nothing but the labored gasps of the amazingly buff stud. He could smell nothing but the fresh sweat coming off of the hunks quivering body. He could taste nothing but Alan’s skin and sweat mingling with his own bitter wad. He could feel nothing but the shuddering of Alan’s body and the pounding rhythm of Alan’s blood pumping to all of those immaculate muscles.
Teach continued to lick Alan’s abs and pecs and suck on his nipples long after he had cleaned up every ounce of his own cum. His mind was simply gone. He existed solely to pleasure the massive stud.
Carlos and Average were teaming up to take on Alan’s enormous package. Each nut probably weighed as much as the two guys, and his cock absolutely dwarfed them both. Carlos proved to be the most agile and nimble of the bunch as he quickly scampered up on top of Alan’s rigid shaft and latched his arms around it as best he could. Alan’s cock was so huge that Carlos couldn’t even get his arms more than halfway around it, but still he dug in with his fingers and toes and set to work grinding his cock into the warm flesh of Alan’s shaft. Carlos was perched up high enough on the shaft that Alan’s thick foreskin was nice and loose. With each thrust of Carlos’s hips, the skin rolled back and forth, covering over half of the spongy head before receding like the tide.
Carlos could feel the blood pulsing through Alan’s cock as he gripped it tight and continued to grind against it. He was little more than a mosquito to the monstrous cock. Carlos had always been small but never like this. Somehow the sensation of being so completely miniscule was exhilarating and yet, at the same time, empowering. This cock was easily twice his size, and he was dominating it by sheer force of will. He would bring this beast to climax no matter what it took.
It didn’t take long for his lithe muscles to ache. He wasn’t the most athletic guy by any means, and using his full body to try and jack off a colossal dong was using every muscle in his body. His body ached, but he was fueled on by adrenaline and lust. His own cock was painfully hard from the constant grinding against the godly cock that he was riding. Sweat dripped down his brow as he shuddered and struggled to stave off his own climax. His whole body glistened with sweat both from the intensity of his workout and from the heat emanating from the gigantic cock that he was so vigorously stroking.
Carlos dug his toes in deeper and gritted his teeth as he busted his nut all over he upper side of Alan’s cock, but still he kept pumping. His own sizable wad churned and foamed as he continued to rub his cock and gut against the soft, thick skin. His whole body ached, and he was beginning to lose his resolve when finally he felt Alan’s cock shuddering and lurching as it prepared for climax.
During Carlos’s bout of cock-jockeying, Average was hard at work sliding himself underneath Alan’s enormous sack. It had actually proved far easier than he had anticipated. Most of the weight of Alan’s enormous package was evenly dispersed between the two gigantic orbs of cum. There was a spot right between Alan’s immense balls that was wide enough for him to slide in comfortably. In a matter of moments his entire body was enveloped in the loose skin from Alan’s monolithic sack.
It was hot and stuffy under there and smelled like sweat and balls, but for Average it was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. His sense of sight had been stripped from him, greatly increasing the potency of the remaining four. His ears rang with the roiling of cum that sloshed inside the massive, pent up balls. Every inch of his skin was making direct contact with the loose skin of Alan’s sack. The heat emanating from Alan’s nuts made it like a sauna for him. Alan’s enormous cum factories pressed against his body. Average found that he could barely move, but he didn’t mind. He was perfectly satisfied right where he was. He was so overcome by the experience that he dumped his load against the massive sack that was pinning him down.
Average fidgeted and squirmed as best he could, not because he was trying to get out but because he wanted the hulking muscle hunk to feel him under there. Alan definitely could feel the eerily nostalgic guy squirming under him. Average’s body was doing a surprisingly good job of massaging and kneading Alan’s enormous pent up balls. Alan’s brain was swimming in a thick fog of ecstasy. He was being worked over so thoroughly by five guys who were so overcome by their own lust that each of them had already cum without Alan so much as lifting a finger.
Alan was glad that his little entourage had enjoyed themselves so much. As much as he loved putting on a show and letting guys fawn over him, he also didn’t like feeling like he had left a partner unsatisfied. Seeing and feeling all five of them already completely satisfied made it that much easier for him to let his own climax come.
Alan didn’t last long under the combined assault of his five partners. With Bro working the head of his cock, Carlos manning the shaft, Average massaging his huge nuts, Teach making passionate love this muscles, and Cookie giving his the second best rimming he had had all weekend, Alan didn’t stand a chance.
The pressure was steadily welling up in his cock from all the attention Bro was giving him, and having that beefy arm shoved down his chute felt amazing. The rhythmic flexing of Bro’s beefy arm inside his shaft sent shockwaves waves of pleasure along Alan’s entire cock. This just served to make Carlos’s steady thrusts even more amazing. The passionate tonguebath that Teach was giving Alan’s entire torso made him feel all warm and giddy, not to mentioned incredibly turned on. As Alan’s arousal reached new peaks, he could actually feel the pent up spooge sloshing around in his nuts. This feeling was amplified by the lurches and fidgets of the fairly average looking guy that was nestled beneath Alan’s enormous nuts. To top it all off, the lean buffet worker was voraciously eating out Alan’s ass while sensually massaging his enormous, cushiony cheeks.
Alan’s cock lurched and his abs flexed as he felt his arousal reach critical levels. His balls began to seize up as he knew that it was his time. He tried to fight it, but the combined efforts of the five guys was far too much. Alan let out a blissful moan hat reverberated through the locker room as his first massive gush crashed against Bro. Bro was immediately knocked back as Alan’s cock spewed thick, sticky jizz. Alan’s torrent of spunk was so powerful that it quickly backed up all the drains and began flooding the entire shower room.
Carlos tried to hold on as the massive cock bucked and lurched violently under him, but his muscles were already at their limit and the giddy lethargy that accompanies post-coital bliss had already begun to set in. He landed with a splat in the steadily rising pool of spooge.
Sensing that their work was complete, Teach and Cookie both backed away from Alan of their own accord. Having successfully brought the musclebound stud to climax, they felt satisfied in their achievements. They let the afterglow overtake then as they sank back into the warm pool of jizz.
Alan came and came again. Each shot seemed more powerful than the last as his load flooded the showers and spilled into the locker room. Finally his body stocked shaking and his cock stopped lurching enough that Alan was able to move. He stepped off to the side, dragging his nuts with him so that Average was freed from his erotic cocoon. The lake of cum quickly rushed in to fill the void. Average was almost instantly submerged in the backwash.
Despite how spent Alan felt, his dick had only just barely softened. It still jutted out in front of him and oozed pre, but his nuts felt the most amazingly empty they had in ages. Alan staggered out of the showers and into the jizz flooded locker room. He could see the various cum-soaked rags that his entourage had arrived wearing.
Reclining casually atop one of the benches safely above the flood of spooge was Steve. “Took ya long enough.” He commented as he looked up to see Alan staggering out. “I was beginning to wonder if you forgot that you’ve got a date tonight.” Steve added with an exasperated sigh.
“Yeah, yeah.” Alan responded with a slightly annoyed groan. “I was kind of hoping to get this to go down a bit before hand.”
“Man, when has it ever gone down?” Steve replied with a smirk as he quickly sat upright. “Now come on. You’ll need to hose off before your date, but if you hurry you can still make it.”
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Jake and Tyler were enjoying a quiet evening home alone as they partook of their second favorite pastime, cuddling up close to each other on the couch as they watched cheesy B movies. They were both glad to have the events of last week behind them. Jake was unsurprisingly surprised to hear that Tyler and Dalton had figured out how to reverse the shrinking process in just one night, and now that Dalton was back to something close to his old height, sans a foot or two, Jake and Tyler were now happily free of their unusual houseguest.
With that debacle more or less officially dealt with, Jake and Tyler were free to go about business as usual. Although, business as usual for two gay lovers with magical alien space science in their bodies meant there was hardly a dull moment. Jake’s ability to grow or shrink people’s cock with his psychic powers, and Tyler’s ability to control the growth of his own dick as well as grow others with his cum meant the two of them had a very interesting sex life to say the least.
Jake took another handful of popcorn and chewed thoughtfully. “I still can’t believe it took Sam a week to figure out you grew.” Jake mused aloud. That night that Tyler had somehow managed to accidentally grow himself to over twelve feet tall, Jake had helped shrink him down to almost his old height plus a few inches. It had taken their mutual friend, Sam a full week to notice that the chronically short Tyler now stood eye to eye with him.
“What brought this up?” Tyler asked, not even bothering to lift his head off of Jake’s shoulder, where he had been resting it.
“Do you really have to ask?” Jake responded rolling his eyes. He was convinced that Tyler had developed a new fetish during that brief night he had spent with Dalton, and his Netflix queue had proven it. The current bit of schlock that the two were enjoying was a classic coming of age story about a frail, nerdy boy who was constantly the target of the local bullies, but all that changed when the Fire Nation attacked.
It turns out that said nerdy kid was not so secretly a chemistry prodigy, and one of his crazy serums worked in ways he could never have imagined. Now at fifty feet tall, he was rampaging through the small town, laying waste to his former bullies as well as a few waves of military that tried unsuccessfully to stop him. Jake casually munched his popcorn as the movie went on. He had to admit, the main guy was kinda cute. He was very much the Hollywood nerd, which is basically a cute twink in big glasses; a combination that Jake was A OK with, and judging by the tent in his boyfriend’s pants, Jake was sure that Tyler was OK with it too. Both the horny and rational sides of Jake’s mind came to a rare agreement as they realized that the boy’s clothes had not been doused in Chemical X and therefore should have torn free to leave him to rampage au natural.
Any interest Jake may once have had in the movie vanished when Tyler started kissing his neck. This was pretty much the universal sign that they were going to be having sex in the very near future. Jake could feel his cock swelling up in his loose pants leg in anticipation. “So I’ve been thinking…” Jake could hear Tyler’s voice saying. The sane, rational part of his brain was on edge; whenever Tyler prefaced something with this phrase, it meant he had something planned that was in no way a good idea but that Jake would invariably end up getting roped into. Unfortunately for Jake, this part of his brain was being increasingly drowned out by his raging hormones.
Seeing that his boyfriend was well beyond the point of being able to mount a counterargument, Tyler continued. “You know… It’s kind of silly that we never really explore the new size changing part of our powers.” Jake was simultaneously very intrigued by the applications of these new aspects of his powers and very leery of them. He had not wanted to mess with them unless he had a very controlled environment with which to experiment with. That said, Jake was already pushing seven feet since Tyler liked to really stretch him out during sex. Now that they had discovered that it is physically impossible to let their dicks grow too large for their partner, Tyler had been really pushing the limits of seeing just how good he could make Jake feel. Jake had to admit, it felt amazing, but as he continued to add an inch or two to his height a day, it was getting harder and harder to explain it away as a normal teenage growth spurt.
Jake figured this was where Tyler was going. “Well… We can’t do it here. There’s no room for us to grow.” Jake replied foggily in between sighs of pleasure. His pride dictated that he was going to at least make some semblance of a stand before Tyler inevitably got his way.
“Who said anything about growing? We have plenty of room if we decided to shrink one of us down for a while. Doesn’t it sound like fun? Especially now that we know it is 100% reversible.”
Again, this was very much in line with what Jake had expected to hear. He figured that Tyler was tired of being the short one in the relationship. “I dunno. I’m the only one who can do the shrinking, and how do I gauge size if I am the one on the inside?”
“Well maybe we should shrink someone else, then.” Tyler replied with a mischievous grin. Jake didn’t have long to ponder who Tyler might be suggesting because almost immediately after he said it, they heard the door open and slam shut.
Sam staggered into the room and saw his two friends making out on the couch. He figured he’d let them keep going at it. There were plenty of other rooms in the house, and he was exhausted from work. He was about to just walk on by without saying anything when Jake and Tyler stopped what they were doing to look at him. No words were needed; he had seen that glimmer in Tyler’s eyes too many times. Seeing Jake mimic Tyler’s trademark lascivious grin just made it official.
Sam just sighed in defeat. “Seriously? Can’t I at least get a shower in first? I’ve been running around all day.”
“Alright. Go get cleaned up. We’ve got big plans for you.” Tyler said with a strangely teasing tone in his voice. Sam wasn’t sure but it almost seemed like Tyler was trying not to laugh as he said “big.” Sam shrugged it off and trudged off to the guest bathroom to clean up.
Tyler and Jake waited and listened to Sam walk up the stairs and down the hall. The second they heard the door slam, they were both on their feet and running up the stairs. Neither one bothered to stop the movie; they really didn’t care about it anymore, anyway. They were too busy pealing off articles of clothing as they charged up to Tyler’s room. Both of them were completely nude long before they even reached the door. Tyler practically tackled Jake as they tumbled through the doorway into his room.
“This is going to be great.” Tyler laughed.
“How do we get him to go along with it?” Jake asked as he gasped for breath between kisses.
“I think it best we not bother explaining it. He doesn’t even know we can do this yet, anyway.” Tyler explained, his devious grin growing even wider.
Jake gasped at the very notion. He felt like he should be shocked at the suggestion, but instead he found himself being extremely amused by it. He couldn’t wait to see the look on Sam’s face when he figured out what happened. “Still. We have to get him to go along with it, somehow…” Jake replied thoughtfully.
“Leave that to me.” Tyler replied with a wink. He gave his boyfriend one last kiss before sneaking off to the guest shower. He tried the handle and was pleased to find that the door was unlocked, but even if Sam had bothered to lock the door behind him, Tyler could have easily grabbed a key. Tyler took a moment to admire the blurred image of his friend in the stall. Even through the foggy glass door of the shower stall, he could get a decent look at his black haired buddy’s pale white skin, lithe body, and massive cock. Sam had well over two feet of soft dick swinging down past his knees. Tyler couldn’t help but wonder if the impressive bulge that much meat would have made would have been visible even through Sam’s work apron.
Tyler tried his best to be sneaky, but the creaky door gave him away as he slipped in with Sam “Just couldn’t wait to get started, could yo… woah.” Sam tried to say coolly as he spun around to look at who had interrupted him, but he was taken aback to see Tyler quite literally right in his face.
“I didn’t scare you, did I?” Tyler responded with a sly grin.
“No… It’s just… I’m not used to you being my height. It just took me off guard.”
“Heh. Well it turns out I hit my growth spurt a little later in life than most. No telling how big I’ll get. I might outgrow you someday soon.” Tyler explained. Sam couldn’t quite shake the feeling that Tyler was intentionally messing with him, but he wasn’t sure why. Something was definitely off, though.
“Would you like it if I was even bigger?” Tyler asked while shooting Sam a wink and flexing his bicep for show.
=13px Sam shrugged in response. “I don’t know. It’s strange. You’ve always been the short one, and that was part of your charm. It was cute in a way.” Sam replied thoughtfully.
“What? So I’m no longer cute?” Tyler did his best to give Sam the hurt, soulful puppy eyes, but it was clear that he was still joking around.
“Don’t get me wrong.” Sam laughed in reply. “You’re smoking hot now. I just got used to you being the little guy.”
Sam was taken off guard as Tyler’s grin spread even wider. He didn’t have time to ponder what he might be thinking, though; Tyler was on him in a second. “Maybe it’s your turn to be the little guy, huh?” He teased as he playfully lifted his slimmer friend off the ground with ease.
Both of them were laughing as they roughhoused in the shower. “Let’s get out of here before one of us slips.” Sam managed to say while still laughing.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Tyler grinned while shutting off the water. He then grabbed a towel and began drying himself off. During the process he pulled Sam in close and began drying him off too. Sam was beginning to get boned up being pressed up against his hot, naked buddy like this. It didn’t help that Tyler was spending plenty of extra time drying off Sam’s nice, round ass.
Tyler could feel Sam’s dick getting harder and harder. It was pretty obvious that his plan was working. Pretty soon, Sam would be too horny to care about what was happening around him, and then Tyler could spring the trap. Tyler continued playing with his friend’s ass as he ground his huge, rigid cock against Sam’s equally huge one. Tyler could feel the pre already beginning to trickle down Sam’s cock, and he knew it was time to spring the trap.
“Come on. Let’s get back to Jake.” He whispered seductively into Sam’s ear. Sam was beyond the point of responding, but he did manage a faint nod of agreement. Tyler led Sam’s down the hall to the doorway to his room.
The door was left wide open, but the way in was completely blocked off. Sam tried to process what he was seeing. It was like the Eye of Sauron was staring back at him from the other side of the doorway. It started to dawn on him what he was seeing, but it was too late. Capitalizing on Sam’s moment of shock, Tyler swept him off his feet and threw him feet first down the monstrous slit.
It was dark and humid where Sam was. He managed to piece together that Tyler had just chucked him straight into the opening of Jake’s gigantic cock, but for what reason, Sam had no idea. He considered scrambling out and saving himself from whatever was coming next, but Tyler’s pranks were always light hearted and fun. He knew Tyler would never do anything to put him in any real danger, and most of the time, Sam ended up enjoying it as much as Tyler did.
Even if Sam had decided to try and escape he never would have made it far. Already he could feel the walls tightening around him. In a matter of seconds he was pinned in so tightly that he could barely move a muscle. The walls continued to constrict, getting tighter and tighter. Sam was sure that this would be excruciatingly painful and braced himself against the impending squishing, but no pain came. If anything it was fairly relaxing. It was almost like a full body massage the way the pressure was being exerted on every point of his body, almost as if his entire body was being compressed down by some sort of intense pressure on all sides. Sam figured that this must be how people in Bleach feel when a particularly powerful character enters the scene. Sam knew there was no way he could move even if he wanted to so he lay back and enjoyed the ride.
Tyler and Jake watched as Jake slowly reduced the size of his dick. Tyler wished there was some way he could actually watch Sam as he dwindled away, but he knew that Sam was roughly half the size of Jake’s cock at any given moment. This little tidbit was more than enough to spark his imagination and his libido.
Jake focused on controlling the speed of his shrinkage, which was a feat much easier said than done. The smaller his dick got, the hornier he found himself getting. He didn’t want to admit it, but he could definitely see why Tyler was so fascinated by these new abilities. Now that he knew it was fully reversible, there was a lot of room for experimentation. As Jake’s dick dipped below the twelve inch mark, he found himself pondering going even smaller. As it was, Sam would have to be about four to five inches tall. He was tempted to just stop the process there. After all, there was a lot of fun to be had having a friend that was roughly the size of an average person’s cock, but Jake could tell from the look on Tyler’s face that his boyfriend wanted him to go even smaller. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jake knew that he wanted to go smaller too.
The inches continued to slip away, and as they did so, Jake could feel his heart beating stronger and faster; this was more out of excitement than fear, though. His scientific and horny parts of his brain were watching in excitement of how tiny Sam would be when he was done. He wondered what it would be like to be so tiny; to have everyone he once towered over be titans to him. The scholarly part of his brain pondered this as he focused on knocking a few more inches off of his cock’s size… at least he hoped it was the scholarly part of his brain.
Jake’s dick steadied out at roughly six inches long. He began to slowly stroke his dick and prepare himself to catch his now miniscule friend, but he was interrupted by Tyler. The blond quite literally jumped on this opportunity. The second he saw that Jake had reached his desired size, Tyler moved forward and placed his lips around Jake’s now fairly average sized cock. Even at its fairly normal size, Jake’s cock was plenty long enough to poke Tyler in the back of the throat.
Jake was already close to cumming before Tyler began sucking him off, but the unexpected addition of his boyfriend’s mouth and tongue was proving to be too much for him. He was tempted to just let go and fire Sam into his lover’s mouth, but he could feel Tyler shifting his position so he could take even more of Jake’s cock down his throat. Jake’s blood ran cold as he realized what would happen if he blew his load while Tyler was deep throating him. Jake’s worry caused him to instinctively knock another inch or two off of his dick so that the tip was no longer able to reach the back of Tyler’s mouth. “Wait! Stop!” Jake gasped, causing Tyler to look up at is questioningly; his mouth was still firmly locked around Jake’s cock. “I can’t. He might... go down your throat…” Jake stammered as he struggled to keep his orgasm in check.
Tyler shrugged and lifted off of Jake’s cock, causing Jake to breathe a sigh of relief, but his relief was short lived. As soon as Tyler’s lips were off of Jake’s dick, his mouth curved into that devious grin that Jake knew so well. It didn’t take long for Jake to figure out what it was that Tyler was thinking. Tyler stood up and quickly began to sit down on top of Jake’s dick. “This would be better then, right? At least this way he can’t go anywhere.” Tyler replied teasingly with a lascivious wink.
On one hand Jake could agree that Sam would be in no danger this way, but on the other hand, it seemed a little mean to pump their friend into his boyfriend’s ass. Jake struggled desperately to weigh his options, but Tyler was already riding his dick like a pro. Jake’s hips were bucking wildly as he struggled to keep from blowing his load. “Mouth… Mouth!” Jake cried out, his back arced and his toes curled up as his mind overloaded with pleasure. It was a miracle that he hadn’t cum yet. Tyler continued to grin and have one last playful squeeze with his muscular ass before lifting back off his boyfriend’s dick.
Tyler wrapped one hand around Jake’s shaft and pumped it a few times. Jake was already so close to cumming, that it really didn’t take much at all to send him over the edge. Just knowing that Sam had a safe landing spot was all he needed. Tyler held his mouth open and let the jets of jizz fire into his mouth and onto his tongue. Despite the relatively small size of Jake’s cock, he managed to pump out a lot of cum, but Tyler didn’t swallow any of it. He wanted to, sure, but he wanted Jake to see aftermath.
Jake slowly caught his breath after that nerve-wracking, mine-blowing orgasm he just had. As he slowly began to regain his senses he looked down to see Tyler still kneeling down in front of him with his tongue sticking out, and on his tongue, Jake could see the tiny form of their mutual friend.
Sam had been completely in the dark, both literally and figuratively. He knew he was encased in Jake’s cock, but that was about the extent of his knowledge. When he felt Jake convulsing he knew he was in for something big, but nothing could have prepared him for this. He landed with a splat on a strange, almost rubbery surface, but the ground was wet and mildly sticky. The floor also was pinkish and seemed to have lots of little bumps on it. He propped himself up on one arm, and wiped the jizz off of his face with the other hand. Jake’s cum seemed unbelievably thick this time. It was almost like tar; it was so heavy and thick. Sam looked forward. It almost looked like he was in a cave of some sort, but everything was still pretty blurry; he couldn’t see all that well without his glasses on. Sam laughed a little to himself as he thought of how it looked a lot like Monstro’s mouth from the old Disney version of Pinocchio. His laughter was cut short as it dawned on him that that probably wasn’t far from the truth. His eyes drifted upwards and he could see upper set of giant teeth suspended from the roof of the cavernous maw.
Sam flipped over and stared up in disbelief. Before him he could see the absolutely colossal form of one of his best buds, Jake. That meant he had to be on Tyler’s tongue, but Sam had pretty much figured that part out anyway. Sam thought Jake was tall back when he was pushing seven feet, but now that he was the size of a skyscraper, Sam could barely comprehend his sheer size. His mind reeled from watching the giant rush forward to look at him. Movies and TV had horribly misled him about what seeing a giant moving around would look like. They did not move in slow motion. If anything Jake was moving like he was on fast forward. In the span of a second, the titanic face of his brown haired bud went from seemingly a mile away to only a few feet away. Sam could feel Jake’s breath on him as the titanic teen leaned in extra close to look at the miniscule form of his friend. Sam could only gasp as he saw Tyler’s two gigantic hands clasp either side of Jake’s head and then everything went dark.
Tyler knew the second Jake had moved in close that he had to do it. There was just no way he could pass up a chance this good. As Jake was scoping out Sam new size, Tyler seized the moment and pulled Jake in for a deep, passionate lip lock with extra tongue.
Sam could barely see what was going on. It was pretty much pitch black where he was, except for a few brief glimpses of light whenever the two giants would break apart for air. Sam was being passed back and forth from tongue to tongue along with Jake’s load as the two giants made out passionately. Sam couldn’t decide if he found being snowballed by his two friends to be humiliating or extremely arousing. At least his rigid cock seemed to have made up its mind. Sam had been in weird situations with these two before and always seemed to come out alright. He figured he would trust that they knew what they were doing and just enjoy the ride for now. He had to admit, it was strangely thrilling to be so tiny and completely at the mercy of his two titanic friends.
Sam found himself frequently getting mashed between the two tongues as the slammed against each other like two giant, wrestling slugs. He couldn’t even tell which was which as he got rolled and flipped and slid from one tongue to the next. Sam was completely disoriented, but he also found the whole experience to be strangely exhilarating. He could tell that despite how into each other his friends seemed to be, they had not forgotten about him. In fact, it seemed like they were intentionally doing this just for his pleasure. Not once was he roughly dropped or flung. Once he learned to just let go and roll with it, it turned out to be quite fun. It was almost as if he was in a bounce castle; a wet and wild bounce castle that bounced back, but a bounce castle nonetheless. Before he knew it, the ride was over, though.
Tyler made sure that their tiny passenger was safely back on his tongue before he broke the embrace with Jake. Jake’s cheeks were completely flushed. Even without the added passenger, that had been one of the most intense make-out sessions he had ever had with Tyler. “Woah…” was all he could say.
“I know, wight?” Tyler replied goofily as he tried to hold his tongue steady while speaking. Tyler’s eyes drifted lower and lower and finally came to a rest staring at Jake’s modest erection. He plucked his tiny friend up off of his tongue so he could continue speaking normally. “You can do so much better than that.” Tyler remarked with a smirk as he willed his own sizable hard-on to grow until it the tip reached up to his chest. Jake wasted no time in willing his own cock to match Tyler’s inch for inch.
Tyler grinned wider at he marveled at his boyfriend’s even larger dick. He loved how it looked back when it was normal size, and it just got better and better as it got larger. Tyler leaned in to kiss Jake again, this time pushing the much taller boy backwards so he was lying on his back. As the two of the lay there with their huge cocks sandwiched between them, Tyler got yet another idea. A devious grin crept across his face as he placed the now diminutive Sam between the spongy heads of their two cocks. Tyler wrapped his arms around both of their dicks so that Sam was pinned between them. Jake could only watch on in awe as Tyler ground his cock against Jake’s with Sam caught in between. They could barely even feel the tiny boy being caught between them, but just knowing he was there made the frottage that much more exciting.
Tyler was ready to take things to the next level, already, and he knew just how to do it. He once again plucked Sam up between his thumb and finger and dropped the boy into the palm of his other hand. “Hey, Jake. What do you say we make him big enough to join the fun?” Tyler said with a sly wink. It only took Jake a moment to realize what Tyler was implying. His eyes began to glow blue as he focused his powers on Sam.
Almost instantly, Sam felt the changes taking effect. His impressive cock began to grow and grow, quickly dwarfing his tiny, inch tall body. It continued to grow and grow until it looked like it was the size of a bus to the miniature Sam, but to the regular sized boys in the room, it appeared to be a very respectable ten inch dick.
Tyler shot Jake a playful wink as he seductively sucked on the large cock that had a small guy attached to it. Tyler lay back down on top of his boyfriend. The two of them looked into each other’s eyes briefly before Tyler playfully said “Open wide.” Jake readily complied. Tyler wasted no time in sliding Sam’s cock into Jake’s eager mouth.
Sam was not used to being treated like a sex toy in this way. Sure, things got crazy when these two went at it, and Sam was often swept up in the action. This was the first time he had ever felt so powerless, but he didn’t necessarily dislike it, especially now that he was being given a blowjob that was several times larger than his body. Sam just lay there as Jake continued to suck him off; his cock was buried down to the hilt in his friend’s mouth. He propped himself up on his arms he looked out at what Tyler was up to. Jake’s thick bottom lip was pressed up against Sam’s torso, and Sam’s arms were resting in the spot on Jake’s chin where he would have had a soul patch if Jake had had any facial hair at all.
Sam watched as Tyler lifted Jake’s legs and prepared to begin reaming his boyfriend mercilessly. Sam had seen them go at it like this many times before, and he knew how much Jake loved to be filled to the brim. The nanites that lived in their bodies made them all extra pliable, which helped a lot when it came time to get their freak on. It seemed like every time Jake and Tyler went at it, they plowed each other with steadily larger dicks, and yet, not once had they ever seemed to be in any pain.
Tyler could tell that Sam was watching him intently. He loved to show off, and knowing that he had an audience for his next trick just made him all the more excited. “I hope you’re watching, Sammy. You’ll like this next part.” Tyler gave a playful wink towards his tiny friend and then took the plunge.
Jake tried to shout out in pleasure as his boyfriend’s cock plowed into him, but his mouth was too full of Sam’s dick to make more than a moan. Instead he settled for sucking harder on Sam’s cock; something which Sam was totally ok with. It seemed like he would be enjoying this little session as much as the giants were.
Tyler settled into a nice rhythm of thrusting in and out of Jake’s ass. Jake was really getting into it, too, which was exactly what Tyler was betting on. He willed his dick to grow; slowly at first, so Jake would not catch on too quick, but as it became apparent that Jake was too far gone to care, Tyler sped up the process. With each thrust he stretched Jake’s hole wider and wider.
Sam watched in awe. Even with Jake and Tyler’s powers, this was something he had never seen before. Tyler’s cock was getting so big, that Sam could even see the outline of it as it slid back and forth within his tall, brown haired friend. He could actually see Jake’s body adjusting itself to accommodate the colossal dong that was reaming him.
Tyler had been wanting to cum for awhile now but had been holding back this whole time. He didn’t last near as long as he would have liked to, but he felt that he had lasted long enough. Both Jake and Sam had thoroughly enjoyed themselves, which was what Tyler had wanted in the first place, and now that he had everything in place he could really unload.
Tyler pumped wave after wave of spunk into his lover. The sheer volume of spooge was so much that Jake’s belly began to distend to take it all. Jake moaned in ecstasy. This had become his favorite part ever since he had discovered that the nanites had made his body pliable enough to take seemingly infinite amounts of cum. He rubbed his growing belly tenderly as he continued to moan. It wasn’t long before Jake was cumming too. The thick jets of cum showering over his chest, his face, and his tiny friend.
Seeing how much Jake was enjoying it was all the incentive he needed as he ramped up his own growth once more. As his steadily swelling nuts continued to pump more and more spooge into Jake’s body, Jake’s stomach ballooned out to even more comical proportions, but his stomach wasn’t all that was growing. Tyler’s dick was getting so large, that it was causing Jake’s body to stretch to accommodate it. Jake was now getting larger in response to Tyler’s steady growth.
Jake either didn’t notice that he was growing or he was too lost in ecstasy to care; either way, he continue to expand outwards unabated. Even as his head hit the wall, he just curled forward to give himself more room. Even when his feet hit the opposite wall, he pulled his knees in to give him more room. Soon, Jake’s body filled up just about every available inch of the room. Tyler found himself pressed up against the wall by his lover’s massive ass. Jake’s belly was so large and so inflated that it smooshed up against the ceiling. Jake’s shoulder blades pressed up against the wall as he lay there curled up as if he was halfway through doing a sit-up.
Jake probably would have found the whole situation absurd if he wasn’t so lost in the pleasurable sensations that had take over his entire body. He couldn’t even think of the last time he felt this good. Every inch of him just felt warm and full.
Tyler crawled over to Jake’s side and kissed him on the cheek. “Having fun there, babe?” Jake slowly turned to look down on his now small lover. Tyler looked like a child to him, a very buff and very, very well hung child, but a child nonetheless. The rational part of Jake’s mind was beginning to wake up. Judging by the size of Tyler’s room and the position he was in he had to be well over twenty feet tall at this point. Under normal circumstances he would have started freaking out at this point, but he was still very much experiencing the afterglow and just felt too amazing to flip out. He couldn’t move until his belly deflated anyway, so no sense worrying about it yet. Jake decided to just keep lying there and enjoying his current situation.
Tyler reached up and pulled Sam out of Jake’s mouth, or maybe it would be more accurate to say, he pulled Sam’s cock out of Jake’s mouth with Sam attached to it. Sam’s dick had gown even more as it came in contact with Tyler’ second hand spunk. The impressive piece of meat was now at least two feet long, which just made the tiny speck of a boy attached to it look even more ridiculous.
Tyler lifted Sam up to his face and grinned. “So, how do you like it, now that you know we can reverse it?”
“I kind of figured you wouldn’t do anything like this if you couldn’t undo it.” Sam responded groggily as he shrugged.
“Yeah. Too bad we have to wait for Jake to wake up to reverse it.
“No rush, but hey. Can you get me my phone?”
Tyler raised an eyebrow questioningly at his little friend. “I could, but… why?”
“I just know Lyle is going to love this.” Sam replied with a goofy grin on his face. |
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The day actually hadn’t been going so bad for Alan. He was beginning to think that he had over reacted about not being able to get off for a few days. He didn’t have to jack off or get laid every day; it just tended to make life more enjoyable when he did. Truth be told, though, he couldn’t even remember the last time he had skipped a day. Every day of his college career he had gotten jacked off at least once, and it wasn’t hard to spot guys who wanted to have a little fun with him. His mega-cock was like a beacon in the night for poor, sexually repressed bi-curious college dudes. Even back in high school he was pretty active for similar reasons, and he never was one to shy away from a good, healthy power wank in the morning… and afternoon… and before bed.
It helped a lot that his family was very open and accepting of his needs. His parents were very practical people and were firm believers in the medical benefits of sexual relief. Even when he was off visiting his extended family he practiced the fine art of masturbation quite frequently. As it turns out, it was far less embarrassing to quietly excuse himself than it was to try and act casual at a family function with a boner. Unlike normal people, Alan couldn’t really hide his erections. If he popped wood in a social setting, everyone in a five mile radius would be painfully aware of his seeping, four foot tall hard-on. Everyone just casually accepted that it was best that he handle business before it ever got that bad.
Alan found it a whole lot easier if he just didn’t give himself time to think about the fact that he was knee deep in a self imposed weekend of celibacy. Surrounding himself with lots of non-sexual stimulation was going to be the key. Video games had helped a lot. After Todd had woken up and taken a very, very long and extremely thorough shower, the four of them had continued their campaign. Todd was on his absolute best behavior this day and had barely said a word the entire time. It wasn’t clear if he could remember the events of the previous night, but he certainly had remembered waking up completely covered from head to toe in thick, drying spunk. Even if Todd had somehow managed to escape from such an ordeal with his bravado intact, there was a tacit understanding between the two brothers that Steve had taken several pictures during the course of the morning, and said pictures could easily find themselves on Facebook completely on accident.
Alan had tried to put his shorts back on for the first little bit of the day. They were just as snug and revealing as he remembered and did absolutely nothing to take his mind off of his situation. It seemed that lying around in just his underwear actually made matters worse. He was still borderline nude, and the fabric constantly rubbing against his sensitive junk was keeping him in a constant state of hot and bothered. Steve and Dan hadn’t bothered putting on any clothes since last night, which just served to make him feel even more out of place clad in just his custom fit, red briefs. Todd on the other hand was very much over dressed for the climate. He was noticeably sweating as he sat there gaming in his blue jeans, long sleeve shirt, and black hoodie.
By the time they had cleared the second chapter Alan had shed his underoos and returned to enjoying the au natural life. He was free to relax and focus on the game now that he no longer had to worry about his potatoes baking in his red, tight knit pressure cooker. His cock was absolutely massive even by his skewed reckoning. Even though he wasn’t hard yet, his dick was definitely chubbed up. He occasionally wondered if his dick was steadily growing right under his nose. It did seem slightly larger every so often, but that could just be his nerves. He couldn’t quite remember if getting slightly hard would have any lasting effect on his size, but he was sure that hovering at or around half mast all day would be better in the long run than if he had gotten hard, gotten off, and then gotten a semi anyway. Alan sighed inwardly as he tried to bring his mind back to the game.
His sigh had apparently been a lot louder than he had intended because both Dan and Steve were looking at him suspiciously. “You feelin’ alright there, bro?” Steve asked with noticeable concern in his voice.
“Yeah, but I think I might need some fresh air.” Alan replied as he stretched. Dan was trying not to stare too hard, but his eyes refused to pull away from Alan’s amazingly muscular form. As Alan leaned back, his densely packed abs rippled and flexed, Dan’s eyes traced a path further up Alan’s incredibly buff physique. Alan’s massive pecs puffed out even more as he stretched and yawned. Even the biceps and triceps in his arms seemed to shudder and flex. Dan had been rock hard pretty much all day just from being in the presence of this handsome, hung, wall of muscles. Alan’s latest unintentional display had caused Dan to steadily leak pre. Following Alan’s advice from the previous night, Dan did his best to pretend like nothing was out of the ordinary, even though he knew there was no way that the other guys in the room hadn’t noticed his throbbing erection.
“Let’s whoop this boss and get some grub.” Alan said casually as a giant spider-mech burrowed up from beneath them.
“With gusto!” Steve replied enthusiastically as he unloaded the contents of his chain gun into the gigantic alien death-bot.
The actual encounter was surprisingly easy, albeit annoyingly tedious. As they played a game of cat and mouse with a giant arachnid tank that spat radioactive acid bile, Alan found himself worrying less about his hypothetically expanding uber-dick and more about his scientifically proven empty stomach. Finally the beast toppled backwards over the edge of the cliff and landed in the muck below. It thrashed and flailed as the ooze steadily swallowed it whole.
“Is it dead? Cus I kinda want some pizza.” Alan asked skeptically. The screen continued to show the bubbling slime as the splashes steadily subsided. It certainly looked like the monster was dead. “Whew. Now let’s save and get some deep di-“
Right as Alan was about to set down his controller the beast leapt out of it’s sticky prison and landed back on the battle field. “Mother Fucker!” Alan screamed. He charged forward and threw every sticky grenade in his inventory at the things face, followed by every rocket in his launcher, all while shouting. “Just die already! All I want is some God. Damn. Deep. Dish. Chicago. Style!” His lilted speech was punctuated by the massive explosions from his heavy artillery. Even as the mammoth spider-beast had fallen on its back and was writhing in the throes of death, Alan continued to unload every bullet in his flak cannon into the alien biomech. “Get up again! I dare you!” Alan shouted at the TV even after the only visible motions in the spider were twitches caused by the steady rain of bullets.
“It’s dead, dude.” Steve explained calmly as he put hand reassuringly on Alan’s shoulder. He silently made a mental note to never try to withhold sex and food from Alan.
Alan’s teeth slowly unclenched as the screen went dark and the end of chapter recap screen popped up. He exhaled slowly as he gradually relaxed. By the time he had successfully saved their progress he was as upbeat and happy as anyone had ever seen him. “Alright! Who wants pizza?” He exclaimed joyfully as he hopped up from the couch.
“I guess that means I’m going.” Steve replied casually as he too got up. “It’s not like you can drive anywhere.”
Dan started to get up, but then he noticed Alan bending down to pick up his shorts. Time and space seemed to freeze as all Dan could see was Alan’s massive ass as he bent down. Each gloriously muscles cheek was larger than Dan’s head. Dan felt like he was slowly falling into those perfectly round pillows. All he wanted to do was dive in and bury his face between them. Dan could feel something else building up inside him, but he was too focused on what was in front of him to even care about it until it was far too late.
Dan suddenly fell back into his seat and bit his lip as he came hard. He only shot once, but it was such a long and powerful stream that it was more than enough to completely empty his perfectly average sized nuts. The giant strand of jizz launched upward and spun like a set of bolas as it arced through the air. The wad splashed against his face and hair, completely coating his left lens in the process. He could taste some of the slight bitter and salty spunk oozing into his mouth as he lay back in the chair trying to catch his breath. His cock gave a few more harsh lurches as it tried to eject even more non-existent jizz from his already painfully drained balls before it began to soften and settle down.
“I’m just going to stay home.” Todd replied sulkily. He loved pizza as much as the next guy, but he wasn’t to keen on being out in public with Alan and his enormous peen. His masculinity had taken a shellacking during the past day, and he wasn’t sure how much more his ego could sustain.
“Good. My car only seats three anyway.” Steve called back as he scooped up his clothes from the far corner of the room. Alan thought that seemed like a strange amount of seats for one car, but he didn’t say anything about it. Something told him that Steve was telling the truth and that he already knew about the seating arrangements.
Steve turned back around as he hopped into his boxers; his cock flopped around a bit as he did so. Once the waistband was back up where it belonged, he reached down and pushed his dick down into his underwear and quickly adjusted himself. “Yo, Danny. You comin’?” He asked Dan, although it was a little late for that. Dan silently nodded in agreement.
“Good.” Steve replied. “But you might want to clean up a bit really quick.” Steve made a quick gesture like he was wiping something off of his face as he spoke to Dan. Dan instantly got the implication and turned beet red. He quickly got up from his seat and silently slunk into the kitchen alcove to give himself a quick wipe down. He pulled a clean wash rag out of the cupboard under the sink and used to warm water to wipe his face and the surrounding area. The whole process would have been a lot easier if he had access to a mirror or some other reflective surface, but he wiped his face off as best he could. He took a moment open the washcloth up and held it to his face and let the hot steam soak into his pores. It felt amazingly soothing and relaxing.
Once his face was suitably cleaned, he once again dampened the cloth and set to work cleaning up the rest of the spunk off of his dick and torso. There was a lot less there than on his face so the process was pretty quick. He just had to wipe up a few stray splotches that had landed on him and dab up the pre that had pooled around his dick. He couldn’t tell if he had gotten any in his hair, but he didn’t really see the point in trying to clean it up even if he had. His hair was such a light shade of brown that it would be almost impossible to see if he did have any dried jizz stuck up there.
When he was finally satisfied with how clean he was, Dan draped the cloth over the faucet and shut off the water. He then turned and went back into the front room to gather up his clothes.
Alan and Steve were already dressed and waiting for him. Steve was dressed in really loose fitting jeans and an equally loose t-shirt which was the typically style for him. Alan was also dressed in his typical style, but it was the exact opposite of Steve’s. Alan’s clothes were so tight that they appeared to be painted onto him. His humongous muscles strained against the fabric of his T-shirt in all directions. His red briefs clung tightly to his junk. His immense bulge protruded out over three feet in front of him, and even though his shorts did their best to pull his beanbag chair balls up and inward, the bottom of his nuts still reached down almost halfway down his shins. Dan’s mouth hung open as he tried unsuccessfully not to stare. Somehow Alan looked even sexier when clothed than when he was hanging out in the nude. Dan was painfully aware that he was rock hard all over again, but Todd was nowhere to be seen so he didn’t bother trying to hide it.
“Hurry up, dude. I’m starving!” Alan called out to Dan playfully. Dan just nodded silently and set to work on gathering up his discarded clothes. Fortunately it seemed that his outfit had escaped relatively unscathed from the super messy cumbath that Alan had given much of the room.
“Should we ask Todd if he wants to come along?” Dan asked hesitantly as he pulled his pants on.
“Nah. He’s already said no. Just let him sulk for awhile. I think he could use the time alone, anyway.” Steve replied. He knew his brother well enough to know that there was a significant emotional battle being waged behind Todd’s seemingly bratty exterior.
“I guess… do you think he’ll be alright?” Dan continued to press for answers as he pulled his plain white t-shirt on.
“He’ll be fine. The best thing you can do is lay low for now.” Steve responded.
“Oh… Ok…” Dan replied. He was looking down dejectedly as he finished buttoning up his shirt.
“Don’t be like that. He’ll come around, and if he doesn’t I’ll punch in the face for you.” Steve said cheerfully as he placed a hand reassuringly on Dan’s shoulder.
“I should have known better than to join in last night…” Dan said as he continued to sulk.
“Whatever, man. He’s more upset about what he did last night than what you did, and besides, creaming yourself just from staring at Alan’s ass did more to out yourself than any booze fueled orgy.” Steve replied with a sly grin.
“You saw that, did you?” Dan muttered nervously.
“It was kind of hard to miss.” Steve laughed. “Now shut up, quit moping, and get some pizza with us. Alan is getting antsy, and you’ve seen what he can be like when he is denied food.” Steve remarked pleasantly as he slung an arm over Dan’s shoulder and guided him towards the stairs. Dan shuddered a bit as he remembered the poor mutant death spider that had misfortune of being between Alan and pizza.
Steve and Dan approached the car to see Alan already standing there waiting for them; he had slipped out during their heart to heart a few minutes earlier. To say he looked a little antsy would be an understatement. Seeing Steve approach, Alan turned around and placed his hand on the passenger side door.
“Back door, doofus!” Steve called out as he gestured for Alan to use the other door. Alan looked at him in confusion for a second and then glanced back into the car. There was no front seat on the passenger side. Alan found this odd. He was sure that there was one there last night and didn’t remember Steve going out to remove it, but he shrugged and opened the back door as soon as he heard the lock click.
Alan settled into his usual seat easily enough. He always sat in this seat whenever they went places, and the cushion had long since molded to fit his ample butt. The best part was with the front seat gone he had plenty of room for his junk. That was the whole reason they had taken that chair out in the first place. Alan had realized long ago that there was just no way he was going to be able to get comfortable with his package being smashed in between him and the dashboard.
Dan and Steve went around the other side and hopped in their respective seats; Dan was in the back with Alan, and Steve was of course driving. The three of them were then on their way. There were several pizza places within ten miles of the house, but their favorite was a little farther down the road. It was a small Mom n Pop pizza shop that had a casual diner feel to it and, better yet, very large tables.
Steve was the first one to enter the restaurant followed by Dan and then Alan. Alan had to shimmy his way through the doorway a bit; it was only a single door and a fairly narrow one at that. His nuts were so huge that his package was considerably wider than his hips.
Steve sauntered up to the lady who was working the serving booth and ramped up the charm. “Hey, Dory. How’s the job treating you?”
“It’s alright.” She responded with a playful dose of sarcasm. “At least it calls me and asks me to come over every so often and keeps me company on Friday nights.”
“Ouch.” Steve replied, taking the jabs in stride. “Ever consider taking on a second job?”
“Well, I’m typically booked nights and weekends, but knowing you, you’d want me for the graveyard shift.” She replied with a wry smile.
“Not necessarily. You’re more than welcome to work the stick shift.” Steve responded seriously, but then bust out laughing. “Anyways, I thought you were with that musclehead… Whatshisbitch… Dirk?”
“His name’s Derek.” Dory replied flatly. “And he turned out to be a massive… dick.” Dory’s mouth went slack and her eyes went wide as she saw Alan saunter up to the podium. She stood there silently staring at Alan for a minute while he fidgeted slightly, rocking slowly from one foot to the other. Alan raised his eyebrows and gave her a look that was simultaneously questioning and pleading. She quickly snapped back to reality and regained her composure. “Oh! Sorry… I had heard the rumors, but wow. That’s… that’s something.”
She quickly gathered up a few menus and gestured towards the dining area. “Follow me and I’ll get you seated.” Dory led the three guys to a table in the back corner of the dining room. Everyone there stopped what they were doing to stare at the amazingly buff, unreasonably hung college dude and his two friends, but some of the patrons did a much better job of hiding it than others. Alan was very much used to this kind of treatment by now and just ignored it. When they got to their booth, Dan crawled in first and took a seat against the wall. Alan sat down on the opposite side and managed to scootch about halfway down the bench. The seating arrangement gave him plenty of room for his junk to pool beneath the table. Dan should have had plenty of room to sit comfortably without pressing up against the wall or Alan’s cock, but his legs were making frequent and extended contact with Alan’s dick anyway. Steve took a seat across from Alan on the end of the bench where he would be optimally located to mac on the waitress.
Steve turned to look at Dan and said, “Order one large of whatever type you want, and I’ll split it with you.”
“Dan raised an eyebrow questioning and quietly replied, “What about Alan?”
“I’ll order for myself. It takes a lot to feed these muscles.” Alan responded cheerfully as he playfully flexed his muscles. Dan was convinced that he could actually hear the fabric of Alan’s overstretched T-shirt straining from the force of his bulging bicep.
“And even more to feed that cock!” Steve responded jokingly and burst out laughing. He had spoken much louder than he had intended, and a few audible gasps could be heard from the more family oriented patrons. A few parents quickly clamped their hands over their children’s ears and gave Steve some very spiteful glares. Steve ignored them all and focused his attention on Dan and Alan. “You two kiddies have fun. I’m going to see about a little action tonight.” He said with a sly grin and a wink. He then got up and strode back to the greeter podium to talk with Dory.
Without Steve’s boisterous nature to carry the conversation, Alan and Dan were finding that they had little to talk about. Dan fidgeted a bit as he tried to think of anything to say. “So… uh… How long have you been… You know.”
“Hung?” Alan asked with a bit of a smirk.
Dan’s face turned a new shade of red as he sputtered. “No… I mean… You know.”
“Out?” Alan asked calmly as he raised an eyebrow questioningly.
“Yeah…” Dan confirmed meekly.
“Man… I don’t even know. It feels like forever ago. Pretty much since like fifth grade or something. Basically the first time I popped a bone in the locker room in PE.” He remarked wryly.
“Maybe normal guys could throw a towel over it and pretend nothing happened, but even back then, a towel would come nowhere close to covering it.”
“So how was it… I mean… growing up?” Dan asked cautiously.
Alan shrugged and continued to describe his life plainly. “It had its ups and downs. I don’t think I could have done it if my family wasn’t there for me. I know some guys aren’t as lucky as I am in that regard. I got teased a lot both for being gay and because of how I look, but somewhere along the line I learned that those who hated me for being gay weren’t worth my time and those that were teased me for my looks were just jealous.” The corner of Alan’s lips curled up into a proud smirk as he recounted his tale. “Another thing I learned. The friends you make as an outcast like that are some of the best friends you could ever hope for. Guys like Steve for example.” Alan nodded towards the entrance where Steve was leaning on the podium and seriously schmoozing with the greeter. Dory didn’t seem to mind though. In fact, she could be seen laughing and having a great time.
Alan and Dan took a brief break from their conversation as another young lady approached clad an in the same obnoxious orange and yellow uniform that Dory was Wearing. Tara, as her nametag claimed, had short cropped black hair and heavy eyeliner. “What’ll it be, guys?” She asked plainly.
“Just a large pepperoni over here.” Dan replied. He had to struggle a bit to speak a lot louder than he was accustomed to, but his voice came out at a level that would be pretty normal for most people.
“I’ll have a large pepperoni too… Oh and pepperoni and mushroom and pepperoni and pineapple.” Alan listed off his order eagerly.
“So wait. That’s a large pizza with pepperoni, mushroom, and pineapple?” She asked slightly confused by the way Alan had phrased it.
“No. Three pizzas. Pepperoni, Pep and mushroom, and pep n’ pineapple.” Alan explained.
Tara raised an eyebrow as she appraised the massively muscled college dude and shrugged. “Alright. It’ll be about twenty minutes.” She replied as she scribbled the order onto her little notebook.
Dan looked around anxiously, and when he was sure that they were as close to alone as they were going to get in a public place he leaned in. “So… What’s it like?” Dan asked just barely above a whisper.
“What’s what like?” Alan asked back, barely even trying to hide his smirk.
“You know… being big.” Dan replied. He couldn’t hide his fascination and excitement even if he tried.
“Well… it’s a little inconvenient at times. Can’t wear normal clothes, or drive easily, or fit through some narrow passages.” Alan explained nonchalantly.
“But worth it, right?” Dan asked.
“Hell yeah.” Alan replied with a soft chuckle. “Totally.”
Dan went even quieter than normal, but his eyes were bright and alert. He was obviously thinking about something that had him very excited. Alan didn’t even need to ask what it was. Dan was obviously thinking about what it would be like to be so incredibly massive and hung. Alan’s thoughts drifted as he tried to imagine what Dan would look with insanely huge muscles and an enormous cock. Even just casually thinking about it was enough to make Alan get excited as well. Dan was plenty cute as the scrawny little nerd he was now, but if Dan was to become huge like Alan was, he’d be incredibly hot.
Alan felt he needed to change subjects before things got a little cramped under the table, but fortunately, Steve returned and did that for him. “Hell yeah. I’ve got a date tonight!” he announced proudly as he slid into the booth across from Alan.
“Oh? What time?” Alan asked casually. He was only mildly interested in Steve’s plans. He was mostly just glad for the diversion.
“In about an hour and a half. I’m going to pick Dory up right after she gets off work.” Steve explained.
“Wait, but what about me?” Alan asked.
“Bros before hoes has a statute of limitations, man.” Steve replied jokingly. “Besides, if you’re lookin to get fucked tonight, I’m sure Danny here will be more than willing to” Steve paused for a second to emphasize his pun with pelvic thrust. “Fill in for me.”
Dan gasped so quickly he actually emitted a squeak sound and averted his gaze down towards his lap in an effort to hide his blushing. Alan rolled his eyes and sighed audibly. He was trying not to get off tonight, and here his two friends were pushing all his buttons back to back. He had to admit, though, he wouldn’t mind an extra round with Dan. The mousey little high school senior had done things with his mouth and tongue that made Alan weak in the knees just thinking about. “Anyways…” Alan responded forcefully in an effort to bring the conversation back to more civilized topics. “What I meant was, where am I supposed to go? There’s no way we can get back to your folk’s place, get my stuff, and then get me to campus in time for you to be back here for your date.”
“Well, yeah.” Steve replied. His voice was dripping with sass as if the answer was painfully obvious to everyone. “You brought enough stuff for the weekend, right? Just chill at my place for the evening. Danny will keep you company, and I’m sure even Todd will be enjoyable to be around once he stops moping.” Steve explained. Alan folded his arms in front of his chest and frowned slightly, but didn’t say anything to try and argue Steve’s logic.
“Look man, I know I’m leaving you in a bit of a lurch, but Dory and I go way back. I don’t want to miss this chance to fix things between us.” Steve pleaded.
Alan sighed. “Fine. I guess I’d be just as bored at the dorm as I would be at your place.” Alan was about to add something else, but he was interrupted by a loud outburst from Steve.
“What is this shit?” Steve gasped incredulously. Alan turned to look over at what Steve was looking at and saw that two servers had arrived with four trays of pizzas. “Pepperoni and pineapple? I thought I raised you better than that, bro. Pineapple goes with Canadian bacon.”
“Hey. You don’t like it. Don’t eat it.” Alan sassed back. “I was in the mood for it, so I got it.”
Steve furrowed his brow as he looked at the mutant pizza. “What are you, pregnant?”
“Bitch, I might be.” Alan shot back as he arranged his three large pizzas in a semi circle formation around him. From that point on, Alan was too engrossed in snarfing down pizzas to be much of a conversationalist. Steve was used to watching Alan eat and went about downing his own pizza. Dan on the other hand slowly chewed his slice as he watched Alan consume slice after slice. Dan had originally thought that Alan was joking about polishing off all three pizzas by himself, but Alan had already finished the first and was well on his way through the second and was still showing no signs of slowing.
Dan swallowed the clump in his mouth and voiced his amazement. “Wow… if I eat like that will I get big like you, too?” He realized immediately after he said it how stupid it sounded, but it was too late for that.
“Nah. You’ll just get fat.” Steve joked. “Although you could stand to get a little more meat on your bones.” Steve gave Dan a quick poke in the ribs and laughed. Alan caught a brief glimpse of something on Steve’s face, but it vanished before he could be sure he saw it. It was almost as if Steve was already plotting something, but what it was, Alan could not say.
With the last scrap of pizza consumed, Alan lifted up his shirt and rubbed his densely packed abs. Dan’s mouth hung open as he stared at Alan’s amazing musculature. It seemed like Alan was even more buff than he had remembered. Alan opened his wallet and threw down some bills to cover his pizzas plus a little extra. Steve followed suit, throwing down enough to cover Dan as well.
On their way out, Steve stopped off at the greeter’s podium one last time to say goodbye to Dory. “I’ll be back for you in an hour, ok? Just gotta drop off these chumps.”
“No real rush.” Dory replied with a bored yawn. “I’m not going anywhere until the boss lets me off.”
“You sound like you could use the company, which is all the more reason to hurry.” Steve replied with a sly wink and an award winning grin. The smile on Dory’s face made it obvious that Steve’s charms were working.
“Alright, Casanova, Let’s get back so you can prepare for tonight.” Alan replied snarkily as he grabbed Steve by the arm and started pulling him towards the door. Steve blew one last kiss to the greeter before following Alan back to the car.
The trip back to the house was uneventful. It took them a little less than twenty minutes to get back to Steve’s place and then within another ten minutes, Steve had managed to hop in the shower real quick, clean up, and get into some nicer clothes. Alan and Dan had settled onto the couch and were thumbing through Netflix on the Xbox. Todd was nowhere to be seen, and Alan and Dan weren’t in the mood to continue their game with just the two of them.
Alan thumbed through the recent additions and found a pretty standard summer block buster from a few years back that could be a nice waste of time. It had aliens, explosions, romance, comedy, and all in small enough doses as to not be completely irritating. The movie was scarcely through the opening credits when Steve came barreling through the room while buttoning up the last few buttons on his shirt. “You two lovebirds be good.” Steve said with a playful grin. Alan rolled his eyes in response, but Dan turned bright red. “Oh, and Alan. Try not to wear him out too much. He’s still half a virgin.” Steve shot his friends a quick wink before he vanished up the stairs for his date.
The movie started off well enough, Default Action Hero was doing default action hero things when suddenly aliens. Alan was hoping the movie would take his mind off of his current physical issues, but it was only helping to dull his senses a little. At the moment, though, he could barely focus on anything other than how stuffy it was in the home theater room. Alan stood up quickly which caused Dan to jumped back in shock; he had been so fixated on the movie that he had almost managed to put Alan out of his mind… almost. Now that Alan’s immaculate chest and glorious eight pack abs were out in the open, though, it would be nearly impossible for him to focus on the movie.
Dan hesitated for a moment, but then got up and started stripping too. He didn’t stop at just the shirt, though; he went the full Monty. With his clothes completely off and arbitrarily thrown into a pile in the corner of the room, Dan plopped back down on the couch next to Alan. The seating arrangement started out platonic enough, but as the movie continued, Dan slowly crept closer and closer until he was literally leaning on Alan’s bulky, muscular frame. Dan tilted his head to the side so that it was now resting against Alan’s shoulder as if it was a pillow.
Alan grinned slightly as he noticed Dan trying to casually snuggle up against him. Alan was initially hesitant to go along with it, but he gradually softened and lifted his arm around Dan’s shoulder and pulled him in close. Dan let out a contented sigh as he nuzzled in close to Alan. His head rested comfortably against Alan’s left pec. Alan’s chest muscles were so huge that either bulging pec was larger than Dan’s head, giving the grayish, brown haired teen plenty of room the rest his head.
Alan couldn’t help but think how cute Dan looked, especially the way the images from the jumbo TV screen seemed to dance and shimmer in Dan’s lenses and the pale, grey eyes behind them. Alan forced himself to once again focus on the movie. It was a pretty action packed scene, which helped immensely. There were alien spaceships raining down fiery death upon the earth and human jets fighting back, transforming the entire sky into a needlessly large series of explosions and lens flares.
After the battle, though, the movie started to drag on and get bogged down in needless exposition and character backstories. Alan tried to remain focused on the show, but it was obvious that Dan had once again lost interest. His pale, slender hand was slowly rubbing Alan’s densely packed eight pack. Dan’s hand dipped lower and lower with each pass. It wasn’t long before the teen’s hand was brushing against the base of Alan’s immense cock. Even though Alan still had his briefs on, the top foot or two of his shaft was left exposed and gave Dan plenty of skin to feel up. Alan tried to ignore it, but he could already feel his cock chubbing up inside the cloth confines.
“You mentioned something earlier that confused me.” Dan suddenly murmured. Alan perked up and looked at him with a curious expression as he waited for Dan to continue. “You said something that if you get hard you get bigger?”
“Something like that. It’s like… if I get big, I stay big.” Alan responded.
“I don’t get it…” Dan replied softly.
“I’m not so sure either. It’s like magic or maybe a curse is more accurate.” Alan explained.
“Oh… that’s not what I meant.” Dan responded in barely above a whisper. He continued to rub his hand along Alan’s enormous dick as he did so. Alan’s cock was getting noticeably harder at this point and was straining against the fabric of his briefs. “What I meant was… you can get bigger and bigger and yet you are fighting it… why?”
“It’s plenty big already.” Alan replied breathlessly as he tried to fight back his arousal. Dan’s steady stroking of his cock was making things harder for him in more ways than one. “It’s a little
ridiculous.”
“It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. And you’ll just get more and more beautiful.” Dan murmured seductively. He was no longer whispering into Alan’s ear, but staring straight into Alan’s eyes. Dan had crawled over and was now straddling Alan’s cock like a seesaw. Dan was using his ass and thighs to jack off Alan’s immense dick. At the same time his feet were digging into Alan’s massive nuts. Dan could actually feel the insane volume of pent of jizz churning beneath his toes. “It’s not just your cock, is it?” Dan muttered excitedly. His voice was barely a hoarse whisper, but Alan heard it perfectly and caught the implication. Dan wanted Alan to get huge. Not just his cock, not just his balls, but everything. Dan’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he imagined what Alan would be like when his pecs were even larger; when his biceps were even larger; when, or course, his already fantastic ass was even more phenomenal.
Alan winced from the strain on his junk from his overly packed briefs struggling to hold back the expanding mass of cock. He could already hear some of the threads popping as the front pouch stretched past its limits. He resigned himself to his fate. It was such a shame, too; these were his favorite pair. A loud ripping sound split the air as his massive, raging hard-on burst free from his pants and pointed straight out in front of him. Noticing that his gyrations had finally paid off, Dan slid forward so that he was no longer sitting on Alan’s enormous cock and was instead straddling Alan’s midriff. With Dan no longer holding his shaft down, Alan’s massive boner was free to stand fully upright.
Alan was amazed by the sheer size of it. He knew it had crept up in size a bit during the day, but he hadn’t expected it to be this big. As Dan leaned back so that he was now had his back flat against Alan’s colossal shaft, Alan could now see that the top of Dan’s hair barely reached the large, spongy head of his own cock. Alan’s cock was so much thicker than the lanky teen that Dan looked ridiculously tiny by comparison. The worst part was that Alan knew he was enjoying it. Seeing his friend dwarfed by his dick was exciting and invigorating and more than a little erotic. Alan’s enormous cock was already seeping pre, but after seeing the size disparity, his dick was positively oozing.
Dan could see the pink flush spread to Alan’s cheeks and feel the muscled hunk shuddering beneath him. Dan had never felt so alive before. It wasn’t just because he was dominating this big, beefy, hottie, although that was certainly part of it. Alan had been such an amazing friend to Dan for the two days they had known each other, and Dan just wanted to do something to repay him. Now, Dan knew exactly how. He had the power to make Alan bigger, buffer, hotter. He didn’t want to stop until Alan was the most amazing specimen of masculinity the world had ever seen.
Even if Dan couldn’t see or feel Alan trembling beneath him, he would have known how much Alan was enjoying himself based solely on the amount of pre that was washing over him. His hair was already soaked and he could feel even more of it oozing down his back. Feeling this spurred him on. Dan reach up and placed one hand against the head of Alan’s cock and his other hand down lower against the shaft in order to steady himself. Dan then began rocking up and down, letting his back slide along the length of Alan’s shaft. Dan was effectively using his entire torso to try and jack Alan off, and judging by the slight moans and shallow breathing coming from the buff hunk below him, it seemed to be working.
As Dan continued to rub against Alan’s enormous dick, he continued to get more and more coated in the slightly slimy juice which was flowing from Alan’s cock. Thick beads of pre rolled of Dan’s bangs and down his face. Some of the slightly bitter liquid got into is mouth. Dan let the juice roll across his tongue as he savored the taste. He swallowed hard and realized that he needed more than just a small taste.
Dan turned himself over so that he was face to face with Alan’s titanic dick and propped himself up so that his knees were now resting on Alan’s abs. Dan stood up on his knees and found that the tip of Alan’s cock was now level with his own mouth; this was just perfect for what he wanted to do. Dan leaned in and began drinking straight from the tap. He gulped down mouthfuls of the warm liquid while steadily rubbing his hands in a circular motion along either side of the head of Alan’s cock. Dan could feel Alan shuddering intensely under him, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before Alan climaxed. Dan was getting excited just thinking about just how huge Alan’s magnificent cumshot would be at his current size and just how phenomenal Alan would be after he grew once more.
Alan could barely focus. Dan was really doing a number on his cock and it felt amazing. Alan was long past caring about his growth. He was already rock hard anyway; no matter what happened next, he was guaranteed to have a sizeable growth spurt after this. What bugged him now was that he was about the cream all over the place, and he had not yet lifted a finger to help Dan along. Alan wasn’t about to sit back and leave his current partner unsatisfied. He curled forward as if he was doing a sit-up and grabbed Dan’s hips with both hands. He easily lifted the scrawny teen up and Dan’s ass right up to his face. Dan’s butt was a bit on the boney side, but quite cute in its own right.
Dan gasped in shock as he felt his bottom half suddenly lift off. He clambered to grab onto something and launched his arms at the head of Alan’s cock. His hands slipped and slid across the pre-soaked surface until his right hand dipped into Alan’s slit. Realizing that that provided the best grip for him, Dan adjusted his weight so that his right arm was propping up most of his weight. His hand slowly slid deeper and deeper until his arm was buried up to the elbow inside Alan’s shaft. Dan used this to his advantage. Using his forearm as a counterbalance, Dan maneuvered his left arm so that he was able to steady himself against Alan’s magnificent cock.
Dan was shocked at just how quickly the tables had turned. Just a second ago he had Alan completely at his mercy, but now he was suspended like a hammock between Alan’s giant dick and handsome face. Not that Dan was complaining, though. He had succeeded in getting Alan rock hard, and he was now experiencing the joys of rimming firsthand. Dan had never actually had it done to him before. It was simply magical. He could feel Alan’s lips and tongue against his twitching hole. Dan’s whole body shuddered with pleasure as Alan’s tongue dug into him. Even Alan’s tongue seemed to exude raw muscular strength. Dan feel his hole being stretched out as Alan slid his tongue in deeper. All Dan could do was whimper and hold on. Alan continued to lick and suck and kiss a path between Dan’s cheeks as he slowly worked his way away from Dan’s quivering hole, across his puffy taint, and over towards his full nuts. Alan took one of Dan’s sparrow’s egg sized balls into his mouth and sucked on it. By this point Dan’s whole body was shuddering and convulsing as he was rocked by the throes of pure bliss. Pleasure arced through every inch of his body. His own respectable cock was aching for release, but he didn’t want this to end just yet.
Alan stopped sucking on Dan’s nuts and reversed his path back towards Dan’s eager hole. Dan tried to hold out as best he could, but the second he felt Alan once again eating out his ass, he lost it. He let fly one large jet of cum that splattered against the shaft of Alan’s massive cock. Dan’s dick continued to lurch and spurt, firing smaller and smaller loads with each successive shot. The fourth shot was barely a dribble, and yet, his cock continued to shudder and shoot long after he had used up all the spunk in his nuts.
Alan stood up and picked Dan up off of his cock and placed the lightweight teen on the couch as gently as he could manage. Dan groggily looked up and saw Alan’s enormous cock towering over him; the head of immense organ was flaring up and oozing pre. It was clear that Alan was on the verge of letting loose what could only be assumed to be one of the largest and messiest bursts of spooge the world had ever seen. Dan grinned at his handiwork as he awaited his reward.
Alan took a few steps back and aimed his cock as best he could. It didn’t take much to send him over the edge. It wasn’t even the physical stimulation that did it, even though Alan was stroking his cock as best he could. What really sent him over the edge was the grin on Dan’s face and the gleam in his eyes. Alan could almost hear Dan’s voice in his mind, goading him on, telling him to get off, get bigger, get sexier.
Alan enormous nuts clenched up and pumped their contents up his five foot shaft. Alan’s gigantic cock sprayed jizz like a fire hose. In a matter of seconds, Dan was completely coated in thick, sticky spunk, and still, Alan kept cumming. Alan’s eyes rolled back in his head and his legs gave out as he was overwhelmed by the intense pleasure. As he fell to his knees, he lost the ability to aim his stream. His cock was left to fly free, spraying creamy jizz all over the room; it coated the roof; it coated the coach; it pooled at his feet as it saturated the carpet and continued to spill out onto the floor.
Finally, Alan was completely spent. He staggered forward and plopped down on the coach next to Dan. Dan was so coated in spooge that he was almost unrecognizable, but he looked as happy and content as Alan had ever seen him. Dan was idly scooping up handfuls of jizz and letting the savory spunk slowly slide down his throat and into his belly.
Alan scooped his shirt up out of the muck and found a spot of the fabric that seemed relatively clean and used it to wipe off the controller. Once the controller was satisfactorily cleaned off, he rewound the movie to where they both had started to ignore it and continued to watch it. Dan groggily rolled over onto Alan and nuzzled up against Alan’s big, muscular chest. Alan wrapped both of his huge, powerful arms around the smaller guy and held him tight. Alan was already wondering why he had bothered to restart the film. He was much more interested in watching the slim guy who was quietly snoring in his arms than any cheesy action flick.
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Sam waited anxiously in line as the steady stream of travelers worked their way through the security checkpoint. Sam hated flying, but it was the only way he was going to make it to New York and back in time for Christmas. Sam wished he could have made this trip some time when there was less of a crowd at the airports, but winter break was the first time when he was out of school long enough to make the trip.
Things had been going very well for Sam ever since the bizarre events of the previous summer. He had a steady relationship, and two of the best friends a guy could ask for. Sam had been going steady with Lyle for months now, and it turned out that the older redhead was studying photography. Once Tyler had learned of this he quickly enlisted Lyle to shoot a series of photos to help craft a portfolio for Sam. Sam had made the mistake of casually agreeing with Tyler when Tyler had jokingly suggested that Sam should become a model. Sam always had to be careful with what he said around Tyler. Tyler was his best bud and all, but that was part of the problem. Tyler loved to help out; even if his help was not necessarily wanted. When Sam had let slip that he had considered modeling, Tyler had immediately started calling in favors and getting Sam’s name and face out to all of the local agencies.
Apparently one of the agencies liked what they saw and put Sam in contact with one of the studios that they worked with; it had some fancy Italian sounding name that Sam couldn’t be bothered to remember. Sam was too busy stressing out over the dates and times for the shoots to worry with the name that was going to be sewn into the tags on the clothes he would be wearing.
The line finally moved again, and Sam moved forward with the crowd. He hated these lines. It was even worse with all of those armed guards standing around. He felt like he was in prison or something. Sam’s mind began to wander as he surveyed all the agents just doing their jobs. Sam knew that it was irrational, but he kept thinking that they were all watching him specifically.
Sam jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Sam spun around to see his friend standing behind him. Tyler flashed his award winning smile and said, “Relax, Sammy. We’re right here with you.” Sam blushed; only a little bit of it was because of his overactive nerves. That sexy, gelled up blonde hair, those brilliant green eyes, that hot tan, and that amazing smile; Sam often wondered why it was that he was the one getting called on to pose in front of the camera and not Tyler.
Behind Tyler was Jake; standing around looking aloof behind his new fashionably dark sunglasses. Jake was looking pretty great in his own right. Apparently when Jake came out he came out swinging. After their adventures, Tyler had convinced him to get a full blown makeover. Jake’s previously long and unkempt hair had been shortened and stylized into a brown, fashionably disheveled mop. With his hair shorter and more stylized, it showed off Jake’s sharp cheekbones. Now instead of looking gaunt, he looked refined and dapper. Jake had also filled out a bit since he had started tagging along with Tyler to the gym. It wasn’t noticeable underneath his stylish button up shirt, but Sam had seen him around the house wearing far less. Jake was now well on his way to a six pack.
Sam was simultaneously very glad to have his two best buds along for the trip, and very nervous. Sam had originally planned to make this trip alone, but Jake and Tyler had managed to convince him to let them tag along. Their method of convincing rhymed with coercion. It rhymed with coercion because that’s exactly what it was. When Sam had gotten the news, of course he had run over to Jake and Tyler to fill them in on it. They had both congratulated Sam, and after a few pats on the back and rounds of laughter, had asked him when they were all planning on going to New York. When Sam had told them he was planning on going alone, Tyler’s cheerful smile turned into an impish grin. Sam knew by the devious sparkle in Tyler’s eye that he was going to end up inviting them anyway, but he at least made an attempt to resist. By the time Sam had finally caved, Jake had grown his nuts so large that Sam was pinned against the roof by them.
As it turns out, inviting Jake and Tyler made it a lot easier for Sam to convince his dad to let him go. Tyler had recently celebrated his eighteenth birthday, and knowing that Sam would be traveling with someone legally considered an adult helped put his mind at ease.
So here they were, the three of them, waiting in line at the airport to go through the security checkpoint. It was getting close to being Sam’s turn to go through the metal detector, and so he was emptying his pockets. Sam reached down into the pockets of his loose sweatpants to fish out his keys and any other random bits of metal he might have on him. Sam had gotten into the habit of wearing very baggy pants in the last few months, especially when Jake and Tyler were around. As it was, Sam was currently hiding at least two feet of soft cock down one of his baggy pant legs.
“Dude, check it out. They have those body scanners here.” Tyler’s voice came from behind. Sam looked over in the direction of the checkpoint. He had wondered what those giant tube things had been. He had just figured they were really fancy metal detectors, but Sam really didn’t travel enough to know any better. Sam turned around to face Tyler. He could see the devious twinkle in those green eyes. “They can see everything on those.” Tyler continued with a wink.
“…everything?” Sam asked; the color draining from his face.
“Everything.” Tyler confirmed as he beamed with pride. Sam turned his gaze to Jake. The tall boy’s face had a mischievous grin that matched Tyler’s. Those two had been acting more and more alike ever since they had started dating. Even behind those dark glasses, Sam could see a glimmer of blue light flickering through. Sam didn’t even have to guess what was happening. His face went an ever whiter shade as he felt the tingling down below.
It was now Sam’s turn to go through the spinning peep cam, or rather it had been for quite a while. The airport agents were giving Sam the stink-eye for dawdling so long in line. Sam gulped and slowly walked towards the freakish giant plastic test tube looking enclosure. The thing looked and sounded like something out of Star Trek. Sam put his hands above his head and closed his eyes as he tried to block out the awkwardness of his situation. He let his mind go blank as he listening to the steady, rhythmic thrumming of the machine.
Try as he might, Sam could not tune out the gasp of shock from the agent behind the monitor. Nor could he tune out her calls to her supervisor… or her friends… or hell, everyone else nearby. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. This boy was packing.
Sam had been standing there for awhile and was feeling very exposed and uncomfortable. He worked up the nerve to open his eyes and look at what was going on. A few of the agents were gathered around the screen with their eyes wide and their mouths wider as the shifted heir gazes back and forth between Sam and the monitor.
A dour looking old, balding officer swaggered over to his underlings to lay down the law. Whatever it was they were doing over there looked far too much like fun to be allowed to happen on the clock. He cleared his throat loudly which caused all but the officially assigned operator to bolt back to their pre-assigned posts. The operator said something to the supervisor, but it was too soft for Sam to hear. The supervisor took a quick look at the screen and then glared angrily at Sam. The old man made a quick shrill whistle and a gesture to someone Sam could not see and then made his way over to the tube.
“… Is there a problem officer?” Sam asked, trying to hold onto what little bit of cool he might have left. The old agent just glared and Sam and pointed for the black haired boy to get out of the tube.
Just then they were joined by a young agent, probably in his early to mid twenties. Sam’s face went even paler as he saw what was in the young man’s hands… or on them, rather; he had just finished slipping on a pair of white latex surgical style gloves. Sam turned and looked pleadingly back at his friends. Jake and Tyler both looked obviously ashamed and generally shitty for what hey had unintentionally put their friend through.
“Um. If you could come with me, sir.” The young officer tried his best to give Sam a reassuring smile as he beckoned for the pale boy to follow him, but Sam was already well on his way to a mental meltdown. Sam silently followed the man into a nearby room. Sam looked out the windows and could see everyone outside. Sam really hoped that those were those fancy two way mirror windows so that he didn’t end up giving every one of those travelers a free shot when he inevitably had to strip down.
“I’ll need you to take off your clothes.” The young officer said. It was obvious that he was trying to make things easier for Sam. Sam figured the guy probably didn’t like this any more than he did, and had probably been stuck with the job because he was the rookie. Sam couldn’t speak; he was too nervous. He just nodded slowly and began to peel off his shirt.
The officer gasped as Sam’s finely chiseled abs came into view. He had not expected the boy to be so amazingly cut. Sam blushed profusely as he realized that he was being checked out in a not entirely professional way. His pale skin seemed to amplify the rosy color of his cheeks. The officer seemed to blush a little bit too. He fidgeted a bit as he fought an internal battle between knowing he had to watch the younger boy because it was his job, and wanting to avert his eyes because he didn’t want to be some creepy pervert who abused his position for cheap thrills.
Sam placed his thumbs in his waistband and gave a pleading look to the officer. The officer silently nodded to Sam to let him know that yes, those had to come off too. Sam let out a defeated sigh, but the officer balanced it out by inhaling sharply in anticipation. Sam slowly lowered his sweatpants revealing his cleanly shaven Netherlands. Every inch of his milky white skin seemed absolutely flawless. Sam continued to lower his pants revealing his legs.
The officer did a double take as he counted. One… Two… Three…? His eyes went wide in shock as he realized what he was seeing. That wasn’t a leg! That was the biggest, thickest cock he had ever seen, and it had the balls to match. Each massive orb was the size of a beach ball and dangled down the boy’s knees. The officer tried to speak, but he was too in awe of that magnificent dick to say anything. He could only hope that his standard issue uniform pants were able to cover up his raging hard-on.
They were interrupted by the sound of the door swinging open. “Wallace! Two more for you!” Sam spun around to see the same dour looking supervisor from earlier dragging Jake and Tyler in with him.
Officer Wallace barely even acknowledged his supervisor’s entry. He was too fixated on that amazing ass before him. The boy’s butt was just as cut as the rest of him.
“Uh. Right! Yes sir!” He managed to reply, as his grumpy superior turned and slammed the door behind him.
Tyler had wasted no time in spotting the obvious tent in the officer’s pleats. “Liking the show, Wally?” Tyler chided with his trademark mischievous grin.
The officer seemed confused. Obviously too much of his blood was going o the wrong head at the moment. “What? Oh. Wallace is my last name.”
Tyler pulled off his hoodie and the shirt under it in one clean movement; revealing his beefy muscles and his well trimmed, blonde treasure trail in the process. “Well then, Mr. Wallace, I couldn’t help but notice your gloves. I hope you’re planning on doing what I think you’re doing. My boyfriend and I here just love anal play.” Tyler shot the rookie a lascivious wink. The poor agent had already reached his limit; a wet spot formed on the front of his pleats.
“Bradley… My name… Call me Brad.” He managed to choke out as Tyler turned around and unfastened his jeans. Tyler’s baggy jeans fell to the ground revealing his thick, muscular ass and a whole lot more. The blonde boy’s cock was so large that it rested on the ground as it flopped out of its confines. The muscular jocks balls were absolutely massive. They were the size of one of the smaller yoga balls, and they dangled down so low that they scraped the ground. Brad’s nuts somehow managed to muster up enough juice to jizz in his pants again.
“Well then, Brad. I hope you are gentle when you search me.” Tyler said as he pulled his cheeks apart to give the officer a clear shot of his tight hole. Tyler turned his head back a bit and shot the officer another dirty wink. “Although, lover-boy there prefers it rough.”
Brad turned to look at the third boy. The brown haired beauty already had his pants off, and was slowly working on unbuttoning his shirt. Brad was only vaguely aware of the slight definition in the boy’s abs. His eyes were completely fixated on that cock. How could he even fit that into his pants? It had to be bigger than he was! Jake’s massive cock was drooping over two large cum filled bean bag chairs. Each hefty sphere was so large that they rested solidly on the ground and still crested at about Jake’s waist. His cock was thicker around than his body; granted, Jake was still a little on the lean side, but he had a bit more meat to him than he did a few months ago.
Brad wanted nothing more than to get down on his knees and worship that massive dick. He would search every inch of it with his tongue if they asked him to. Tyler could tell that they already had the rookie agent well in their control, and decided to take the game to the next level. “Doesn’t hardly seem fair, does it Bradley? Poor little old us are so naked and free, and you’re cooped up in those dirty rags. I bet you’d look hot without that stuffy old uniform.” Brad could only slowly nod in agreement as he pulled up his standard issue blue polo and then began unfastening his belt. Tyler whistled appreciatively as he got a look at the guy’s build. He was alright. He had the body of someone who used to work out regularly in college, but had fallen off the wagon in the months since he graduated and took a full time job. The once solid abs had begun to loosen up a bit and the beginnings of a paunch were forming around his midsection.
Brad grinned nervously as he dropped his pants to reveal a perfectly respectable six inch boner, complete with sparrow’s egg nuts and a neatly maintained patch of sandy brown pubes. It was pretty impressive how hard he was given how much he had just managed to cum.
Tyler’s eyes gleamed playfully as he surveyed their new friend. He seemed like a nice enough guy, and Tyler was more than happy to give him a little boost. Tyler shot Jake a quick glance. Judging by the grin on Jake’s face, Tyler figured he was having the same idea. “You’re here to search us, right? I’d recommend the full cavity search. I bet Jake there could smuggle a greyhound bus in in that beast.” Tyler said as he nodded towards Jake’s sleeping dragon. Brad could only whimper as he stared at the eight feet of cock sprawled out before him. Whether it was his job or not he knew he needed to investigate that thing.
Brad walked over to the head of Jake’s massive cock as if he were in a trance and got down on his knees before it. It was so large and so thick, that it reached well up past his waist. The behemoth had to be over three feet in diameter and probably pushing four. He placed his hands against the tip with a sort of scientific fascination. He couldn’t believe this was real, but it was right in front of him; he could see it with his own eyes; feel it with his own hands; he could feel the heat emanating from it. His mouth was watering as he surveyed it. He could feel the spongy head swelling up beneath his hands, and he could hear the blonde’s playful voice calling to him, “Do your job Mr. Wallace.”
Bradley didn’t need any more provocation. He put his hands along the opening and slipped his fingers in. He experimented with just how much give the opening had as he pulled at the sides. The slit was so huge that he could slide his whole head in there if he really wanted to, and some part in the back of his mind really, really wanted to. The jock was still goading him on with a steady chant of “cavity seeaaarrcchh!” as Brad mustered up the nerve to go for it. He started sliding his left hand in there, more out of horny curiosity than out of any sort of obligation to his job. He had long since abandoned his vocation in favor of a much harder and more rewarding post.
Jake let slip a moan of pleasure as the airport worker slid his entire arm down his shaft. He could feel the man’s torso mashing up against the tip of his cock and gog dman it felt good! As he got harder, Jake had to roll up onto his large, cushiony balls to keep his shaft along the ground for easy access for the inspector. Jake could already feel himself getting closer to blowing his load just thinking about the man sliding around inside of him. Jake unintentionally let his mind wander to thinking about how great it would be to actually have the guy inside of him, and subconsciously willed himself to creep up in size.
As the cock that Brad was searching got harder, it began to curl back and lift off the ground as its natural backswing became more apparent. Brad stood up on his knees in order to keep his investigation going. There was a steady stream of pre trickling out of the monster cock and onto the floor. One would expect this to get in the way, but in fact it was getting easier for Brad to reach deeper inside. He leaned in and managed to slip his head in too as he continued to survey. Pretty much all pretext of him doing his job by now, but it made for a good excuse for him to really dig in and get up close and personal with this magnificent specimen. He was completely oblivious to the changes as he stood up to get a better angle to work from. It wasn’t until His entire torso was engulfed in the beast that it dawned on him that something was different.
Jake was enjoying the sensation of the man wriggling around inside of him to hold back much longer. His cock was already bucking and twitching as he tried his hardest to stifle the impending cum blast that was welling up in the depths of his gigantic nuts. Jake’s wildly bucking bronco was getting so violent that it lifted Brad off his feet. Brad didn’t even have time to react as he was lifted into the air. As his legs flailed helplessly behind him, he lost his counter-balance and slid farther down the chute.
Jake’s breathing had become ragged as he struggled to maintain his composure, but the combination of knowing he had just swallowed a man whole with his cock and feeling the man squirm inside of him was just too much. Jake came hard. Blasts of warm cum shot out, and the officer shot out with it. Brad had a surprisingly smooth landing as he hit the tile floor and slid to a halt. There was plenty of thick, gooey spooge to soften the blow. Much of the room was now coated in the stuff, and so was Brad. He wiped gobs of spunk from his eyes and was able to see the beast before him for the first time. It was easily twice as large as it had been before. How had he not noticed it growing? It had to be as thick as he was tall. Brad unsteadily climbed to his feet and staggered over to the leviathan. He needed to see it up close at its new size. He needed to confirm with his hands what his eyes refused to believe.
Brad was painfully hard now, but he tried to put it out of his mind. He felt like he could cum again at any second, but that would be ok. His balls were strangely full already. He felt like he could go again and again and that would be alright.
Brad’s steps felt like they were getting heavier as he went. His balls had gone beyond feeling nice and full to feeling large and unwieldy. With every step he could feel the large orbs slapping against his inner things and then his knees and then his shins. His huge dick was getting in the way. It wasn’t so bad when it was just pressing up against his belly, or then his chest, or then his chin, but now that it was blocking his view it was just a nuisance. He tried to push the shaft out of the way so he could focus on his real prize. As he shoved his huge cock out of the way, though, an electric shock of pleasure coursed through him. It was then that he realized that the huge dick blocking his view was none other than his own. He stared in awe at the massive tool he now possessed. It was enough to even draw his attention away from Jake’s colossus that he had been so focused on a minute before.
Two pairs of arms wrapped around his arms, one pair for each arm. Two pairs of lips pressed against his cheeks, one pair for each cheek. Then he heard the blonde boy’s sultry voice whisper into his ear, “Welcome to the club, Bradley.” Brad looked at the boys on either side of him; first at Tyler and then at Sam. The first boy had a devious grin and a twinkle in his eye, but the second boy was blushing slightly and seemed a little embarrassed by the whole situation. Brad wasn’t embarrassed, though. He was still on cloud nine, and loving every second of it.
“It looks like you’re ready for even more.” Tyler said as he continued to grin mischievously. “Well, we have some time before our flight leaves, and look at that. There’s three of us, and you have three holes to fill.”
Brad could only whimper in response. Tyler’s grin softened a bit so it was less impish and more reassuring. “Don’t worry. We wouldn’t do that to you…Unless you asked us nicely.” Tyler added with a lascivious wink.
Tyler and Sam guided Brad so that he was lying face down on his own massive cock. His arms and legs were draped over the side. Brad tried to look up but all he could see was Jake’s now realistically large cock staring him in the face. The thing was well over a foot long; not nearly the eight foot behemoth from a few minutes ago. Jake grinned sheepishly as he explained. “I usually like being the biggest, but since it’s your first time, I suppose I could let you have that honor.”
Brad opened his mouth as wide as he could and was just barely able to get Jake’s thick cock inside. Slowly but surely, Jake slid ever deeper into the airport worker’s throat.
Tyler snuck up behind his lover and angled his boner so that he could plunge deep into Jake’s nice round ass. Jake had downgraded Tyler’s cock to a respectable two feet for ease of access, but Tyler already knew that that would soon change.
Jake had always had a great butt. He had a nice, round bubble butt before he had starting working out with Tyler, but now that Jake had some muscle under those naturally round mounds, his ass was huge. Tyler loved how much sexier even just the light amount of muscle Jake had put on in the past few months had made him.
Jake and Tyler quickly settled into a rhythm where they took turns alternating between thrusting and pulling out. When Jake was ramming his meat down Brad’s throat, Tyler was pulling out, and when Tyler was reaming his lover with all he had, Jake was dragging his thick cock out of the officer’s throat. Brad could do nothing but enjoy it. He was in heaven. The steady rhythm caused his body to rock back and forth while resting atop his own gigantic dick. The steady rocking was causing his own dick to grind against the tile in an amazing way. Brad didn’t think it could get any better, but he was wrong.
Sam had been sitting this one out. He was taken, after all, but the scene before him was so hot, and Lyle hadn’t put out yet. Sam had been more or less faithful during the past few months; which is to say that he only fooled around with Jake and Tyler. Even now that Jake and Tyler were officially a couple by all counts, it was still not uncommon for Sam to get wrapped up in their threeways. Lyle knew about this, and was seemingly ok with it. He just claimed that he was waiting for the right moment to go all the way with Sam.
Tyler had a theory that Lyle knew Sam was a top, and the smallest Lyle had ever seen Sam’s dick was well over two feet. It’s no surprise that he was hesitant to get to home base. One of these days they were going to have to break that boy in so he could join in all the fun.
Brad tried to gasp as he felt Sam’s huge cock press up against his back door, but it only came out as a gag. Jake’s massive dick was filling up too much of his airways to allow for such an expression of surprise. He was still pretty inexperienced with being ridden like that, and was worried about what a cock of that size might do to him. His worries quickly melted away as Sam slid his long dick deep inside. It was magical. His body felt like jelly as he was spit roasted between the two immense cocks, and it felt like the slim, black haired boy’s cock was getting ever larger as it plowed him mercilessly. Sam and Jake were pushing in and pulling out in unison. Brad’s body felt like it was being played with like a Chinese finger trap. He couldn’t speak. All he could do was lay there as he was pleasured in ways he never dreamed possible. He was the first to cum. It was the biggest and best orgasm he had ever had in his life. It wracked his whole body as the massive nuts pumped even more seed onto the already saturated floor.
Their new friend’s convulsion was enough to send both Jake and Sam over the edge. They pumped wave after wave of thick spunk into the guy from both ends. Pleasure overloaded Brad’s brain as his body was filled to the brim with jizz. His belly distended pleasantly as the blasts of spooge from both ends met in the middle. The cum, unable to go either up or down just continued to pool in the guy’s belly as he inflated to new levels. Jake had never seen anyone swell up like this before, and secretly made plans to try it with Tyler and Sam at a later date. Jake was still not one to be outdone when it comes to size.
Tyler could feel his lover getting tighter and tighter around his cock and new immediately what was about to happen. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if the massive belly Jake was going to be sporting would get in the way while on the flight, but he knew that there was no way he would be able to talk Jake down, nor did he particularly want to. Tyler unloaded inside of Jake. Tyler’s cock was already larger than it had ever been while inside of Jake, and so he quickly filled his lover to the brim. Oddly enough, Jake put a hand over his mouth and tried to cover it up. Jake made an ill fated attempt to keep as much of his lover’s spunk down as he could, but his hand wasn’t nearly as effective a stopper as a nice, thick cock would have been.
Whether it was because of his attempt to keep as much of the spunk down as he could, or just because his stomach had become extra stretchy from constant use, Jake’s gut ballooned out to comical proportions. He could taste the warm cum in his mouth, and feel it seeping through his fingers. Jake stared down at his bloated front and feel the warm goop sloshing around within. Jake took his hand away from his mouth and rubbed his belly. He grinned triumphantly as trickles of jizz escaped the sides of his mouth.
Jake pulled out of Brad’s mouth allowing young man to take full, clean breaths for the first time in what seemed like ages. Brad was already beginning to miss having a cock in his mouth though.
Fortunately for him, Tyler was still raring to go. Tyler’s cock was far too big to shove down Brad’s throat, but he was able to press it up against the young man’s face. Brad did his best to service the giant knob before him with all his heart. Brad grabbed at it with both hands and lapped at it with his tongue. He worked over every inch of it that he could reach; even going so far as to work his tongue into the slit of Tyler’s immense cock. Tyler was impressed with just how good the guy was at giving a blow job to such a large cock. Tyler didn’t last long amidst such expert service, and blasted Brad’s face full of warm, bitter jizz.
Even as full as he was, Brad made every attempt to swallow more and more. He was addicted to the stuff. To his credit, he seemed to be keeping most of it down. Tyler was too lost in ecstasy to notice, but Jake stared on in jealously as Brad swelled even more. It appeared that his body had already adjusted to the new demands. Jake silently cursed those nanites for being too damn good at their job.
Finally Brad had reached his limit and broke his lip lock on Tyler’s behemoth. Tyler’s last few bursts of jizz sprayed across Brad’s face and all over his body. The agent was completely coated from head to toe in thick, creamy spunk. Tyler quickly hopped off from the officer’s giant cock that he had been straddling and watched as it grew and grew. Tyler turned and gave an impish wink to Jake. “Oh yeah, I still got it.”
Jake watched in awe as Brad’s cock grew independent of his psychic controls. He needed to find some way to turn off his psychic stranglehold of his own size. It was so much more fun to just let the growth happen naturally… Well, as naturally as alien space magic gets. Jake missed the feeling of expanding unchecked every time he shared an intimate moment with his lover. Some day he’d have ever better control over it.
Jake’s train of thought was derailed by a voice over the PA. “Flight 7623 to New York is now boarding at Gate 12.” The three boys looked at each other in shock. They had wasted so much time there that they were going to be late for their flight. They quickly wiped off as best they could using what few pieces of Officer Wallace’s uniform they could find that were clean enough to be useable, gathered their clothes, and quickly dressed. As they were making their way out the door they looked back at what had become of Brad. His stomach was so full of cum it looked as if he was lying face down atop of one of the large sized balance balls they had at the gym, which in turn was resting atop a twenty foot long, incredibly thick cock. Brad’s gigantic nuts were pressed up against the wall behind him. It was a huge room, but he almost filled all of it.
The three boys exchanged a few quick glances. Brad looked so happy and content up there it’d be a shame to disturb him. Tyler clapped a hand on the other two boy’s shoulders and said with a wink. “We’ll be back here in a week. If he wants to, we can shrink him down then. For now, we have a plane to catch.” They made sure to lock the door behind them and ran to catch their flight.
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Alan and Steve exited the employee washroom and made their way farther down the service hallway. Alan was soaked in cum everywhere below the ankles, which included the underside of his immense balls, and his huge semi-rigid cock was still drooling pre as it lolled and swung heavily with each step. The net result was that Alan was leaving quite a mess in his wake.
“You’re lucky I remembered to bring my key today.” Steve commented with an exasperated sigh as he swiped the card into the reader on the side of the large freight elevator at the back of the hall. The machinery behind the large doorway hummed as it stirred to life.
Shortly after having started attending classes at the local college, it became apparent to the mall management that it was not feasible for Alan to use the stairs or the escalators. Using the stairs was very difficult for him due to the absolutely enormous set of balls he had dragging along with him as he walked, and the escalators were just too narrow for his thickly muscled frame and gigantic endowments to fit onto. Alan’s size also made using the elevators a difficult ordeal. Sure, Alan could fit well enough on the lifts, but he took up so much space that no one else could get on with him. As such, the management had decided to extend to him the privilege of using the extra wide, industrial strength freight lift that was tucked away in the back. They had originally only given Alan a card key for it, but since he often lacked pockets, he very rarely kept it with him. The mall management then decided to grant a spare key to Steve to keep on hand since the two of them were often found together.
Alan flawlessly executed a maneuver in which he backed into the lift and turned sideways so that he could quickly and effectively get is immense frame and massive endowments through the doorway. He had done this several times a week since he had started living on campus and so had had plenty of practice. Steve quickly ducked in after him and hit the button to take them to the ground floor. The freight lift was so much more spacious than the standard elevators reserved for customer use, and Steve found himself wishing that it went all the way up to the upper levels of the parking garage. They could have saved themselves so much trouble if Alan didn’t have to cut through the main mall area in order to access the lift.
Steve glanced at his watch as the lift slowly and noisily made its descent down to the ground floor. “Ok so you’ve got a little over twenty minutes before you are supposed to meet up with John. It’ll be tight, but if you don’t make a scene, we can get back to the dorm in fifteen minutes.”
“I make a scene everywhere I go.” Alan commented with a chuckle.
“Believe me, I’ve noticed.” Steve responded with a wry smile. “But seriously, keep it on the down low for a few minutes, ok? I mean, even if you aren’t really interested in the date, it’d still be rude to stand him up.”
Alan sighed heavily in response. “I know, I know. I’m not really trying to stand him up or anything. I’m actually kind of nervous. I just keep trying to take my mind off of tonight.”
“You? Nervous to meet up with a guy? That’s new.” Steve replied playfully as he nudged Alan’s densely muscled arm with his elbow.
“I’m not worried about meeting him. We’ve already been well acquainted.” Alan replied with a smirk. “It’s just, I feel kinda bad. I mean. It almost feels like I cheated on him in a way. I know we hadn’t even gone out yet, but I mean I already found a new guy without even giving him a chance. Does that make sense?” Alan asked, his brow furrowed showing his concern.
“It is what it is. You weren’t intentionally out on the pull, it just happened, and running away isn’t going to solve anything.” Steve replied calmly. The elevator dinged signaling that the two were now on the ground floor. “Ok. Chin up, shoulders back, now march out there like a man on a mission.”
“Heh. Thanks dude. Man, what’d I do without you?” Alan replied with a genuine smile on his face.
“Probably sit in your room jacking off until your dick outgrew the dorm.” Steve responded sarcastically while rolling his eyes.
“Well, that’s still an option.” Alan replied with a devious smirk.
“Whatever dude, now get out there before the doors shut.” Steve said with a chuckle as he placed both hands in the deep trenches between Alan’s bulging traps and lats and gave him a shove. The shove was more for show than anything else. Even if Steve had shoved with all his might there was no way he could hope to even budge Alan’s immense bulk.
“You really are a good friend.” Alan said happily as he stepped off of the lift.
“A good friend?” Steve replied playfully. As he caught up and began walking alongside his humongous buddy.
“The best friend.” Alan responded laughing.
“And don’t you forget it!” Steve added with a wink.
“I never will.” Alan replied as he shoved open the double doors that separated the service hallway from the mall proper. Alan followed Steve’s advice almost to the letter as he stepped out from the hallway and began his proud march through the center of the crowded mall. All eyes were on him as he puffed out his already massive chest, causing his already enormous pecs to swell out even farther.
Despite being very similar in height, Steve was absolutely dwarfed by his massive pal. Even if it were possible to ignore Alan’s colossal cock that was now going on eleven feet and was easily three times as thick as Steve’s chest, the layers upon layers of muscles that were packed onto Alan’s frame made him a veritable wall of dense, rippling brawn. Alan’s muscles were so gigantic that each individual, deeply set ab was as large and as thick as a professional bodybuilder’s bicep. His huge, tree trunk thick quads flexed with each and every thunderous step.
All eyes in the mall were on Alan as he proudly strode towards the front entrance. Men and woman alike stared at his with their mouths hanging open in awe. Many seemed to grow faint just from being in the presence of such raw masculinity. Several men tried unsuccessfully to hide their tents. To Alan’s credit, he actually managed to stay on course and made decent time, but he still didn’t hesitate to shoot a sly wink or a seductive grin towards a few of his choice fans. He made sure to accentuate his glances with either a bulging bicep flex or a massive pec pop for good measure. A few of his male fans had a pop of their own down below from the show.
Alan made it to the lobby in record time. Traffic ground to a halt all around him as he stepped forth into the bright late afternoon sun. The low angle of light from the setting sun just seemed to accentuate his deeply cut muscles. His light brown, sun-kissed skin, was covered in deep, dark shadows from the thick valleys of his dense muscles. The shadows were so dark that it appeared as if his muscles had almost been lovingly painted on by an artists brush.
Alan took a step out into the sunlight, but quickly hopped back into the shade. “Sweet zombie Jesus! That’s hot.” He yelped.
“No shit, bro. It got up to 95 today.” Steve replied casually, adding on a very visible eye roll for good measure.
“Yeah, but that hurt like hell! I think I just baked my potatoes!” Alan moaned while he rubbed his toes against the underside of his scorched nutsack.
“And this is why they invented things called clothes.” Steve replied sarcastically. “I know you own a few pairs of underwear. You should actually wear them sometime.”
“But they’re tight and uncomfortable.” Alan whined.
“Tough shit. You gonna stand there whining or man up and deal with it?” Steve taunted playfully.
“I’m staying right here until it cools down. John will just have to wait.” Alan huffed. He crossed his arms dramatically across his chest which actually looked really silly given how huge his pecs and arms were. He was barely able to cross his wrists in front of him so it ended up looking less like a defiant pose and more like a failed attempt at Gangnam Style.
“Don’t be that way.” Steve chided with an overly dramatic sigh. “Don’t you have anything in your bag you can use?”
“I’ve got a pair of shoes in there, I think, but I shredded all the underwear I packed.” Alan replied sheepishly. “Or rather, I should say your little friend shredded them.”
“I’d say it was your little friend that did it.” Steve joked as he poked Alan’s drooping semi to drive home his joke. “And what’s this ‘your friend’ crap. I thought you two were officially hooking up?”
“Oh, come on! I’m being comically bitchy here.” Alan replied with a bit of a chuckle as he dramatically threw his arms up in the air in mock disgust. The maneuver somehow just served to cause his enormous lats to flex magnificently.
“Oh, I know, bro, but you are wasting time. We need to think of… oh, wait a tick.” Steve began to say, but then his rant dropped off unexpectedly as he began to wander across the street like a mosquito to a bug zapper. Steve stepped inside the lobby of the neighboring hotel and reemerged moments later riding a luggage rack down the handicap ramp like a mine cart out of the Temple of Doom. Steve hopped out at the last second and grabbed a hold of the cart handle, causing it to screech to a halt no more than a foot from Alan. “Your chariot awaits, good sir.” Steve said in an affected accent as he bowed dramatically while gesturing towards the rack.
“What are you doing with that?” Alan asked skeptically.
“Do I have to spell it out? Get your shoes on, put your junk on the cart, and let’s roll.” Steve replied slowly as he pantomimed each action for emphasis.
Alan raised a hand and pointed a finger upwards like he was about to launch a counterargument, but upon realizing that he really didn’t have anything to complain about he just shrugged and set to work. Getting his shoes on was the easy part. He had to have Steve reach into his backpack and fish the shoes out for him, though. There was no way Alan would be able to reach back there without having to undo the straps that held the backpack on him.
Getting his junk loaded up turned out to be much more of a problem. At first Alan tried to shove his balls onto the rack while Steve pushed against the cart on the other side to keep it from rolling away, but it quickly became apparent that he was not strong enough to keep the luggage rack from rolling away. “Holy shit, dude, your balls are heavy!” Steve moaned as he struggled to catch his breath. His shirt was beginning to get quite damp from all the sweat that was now rolling off his skin.
“They’re not that bad. You are just leetle, girly, twig man.” Alan replied in his best Hans and Franz voice.
Steve didn’t say anything in response, but he did make a show of raising both middle fingers in a show of mock indignation. They finally settled on wedging the cart against the wall while Alan and Steve slowly shoved Alan’s huge nuts onto the rack. All in all, they had wasted almost ten minutes in their endeavor.
“Thanks for the help man. Sorry about making you have to get all up close and personal with my balls and all.” Alan said pleasantly as he gave Steve a gentle slap on the back. Unfortunately a gentle slap from the supermassive muscle hunk was enough to knock the wind out of the lanky skater.
Steve coughed a few times and then sputtered his reply. “No problem, man.” He managed to regain his breath and his composure and continued. “Sad to say it isn’t the first time I have had to press up against your sweat ass nuts, and probably won’t be the last.” He looked down at his hands and stuck out his tongue as he grimaced. “The worst part was the communal cum sludge you got going on there. Seriously, bro. You are rank.” Steve disgustedly shook his hands out and then wiped them off on the side of Alan’s enormous, buff arm. Alan just laughed it off as they made their way across campus.
The cart groaned and squeaked noisily under the weight of Alan’s immense nuts as they traveled. Alan made a few brief flexes and poses for people who were staring at him, but Alan wasn’t feeling particularly sexy now that his balls were basically wheelchair bound.
Alan and Steve entered the dorm building and headed towards their ground floor apartment. Alan opted to ditch his ball trolley because the hallways here were too narrow to be bothering trying to steer that contraption in here. He shifted his nuts enough so that they spilled off of the cart, sending it clattering against the far wall in the process.
Alan had been given special treatment in his room assignment due to his difficulty with stairs and the fact that he single-handedly exceeded the weight limit for the elevators. As they approached their room, Steve stepped in front of the doorway and blocked Alan from entering. “Here’s the plan. John’s supposed to be here in two minutes, and you look like shit. Go get cleaned up, and I’ll chill with the lurch for a few minutes.”
Alan actually didn’t have anything to say in protest. It was a sound idea, and it was generally considered poor form to show up to a date with a guy covered in the jizz of another guy, let along the jizz of four other guys. “Alright.” was his simple reply as he turned and trudged off to the showers.
“And no showboating this time!” Steve called back after him.
“I promise nothing.” Alan replied casually, but loudly enough that Steve could clearly hear him. Steve just rolled his eyes and ducked back into the dorm room. The room was just as messy as they had left it. The lack of their communal dirty clothes pile reminded Steve that he had taken all their clothes with him to get washed and that the clothes were all still in his car. He let loose a series of undecipherable grunts and groans as he chastised himself for forgetting about the laundry, not just because it meant he now had to go back for it, but because he was pretty sure Alan had at least one pair of shorts in there.
Steve quickly hopped up from his bed the second he heard a knock on the door. He knew it had to be John. No one else would come by their room at this time of day, and Alan would never bother knocking, even when Steve had ladies over, which made for some awkward dates. Under normal circumstances, Steve wouldn’t mind his roommate showing up when he was getting intimate with a girl, but Alan was a special case. It was hard to keep a girl interested when an over ten foot long cock was filling up much of the room.
Steve opened the door, and sure enough, John was waiting patiently on the other side. “Is Alan ready?” he asked expectantly.
“The goofus is still in the shower. He should be along in a minute if you want to come inside and wait for him.” Steve replied, nodding towards the room behind him as he stopped leaning on one of the doors and opened it all the way so John could come in.
John stepped into the room and balked at the doorway. He had forgotten how filthy the place was, which was amazing considering how state of the art and self cleaning this room was supposed to be. Alan’s loads were legendary, so much so that the school’s engineering department had developed a self-draining dorm room for just such a situation. The patents for the design had netter the school millions, but as good as the state of the art room was at draining jizz, it still didn’t pick up all the old beer bottles and Doritos bags that littered the floor.
John fidgeted as he scanned the room. Steve’s standard sized dorm bed was tucked away in the corner of the room and was covered in wadded blankets that obviously hadn’t been washed since the semester started. Much of the rest of the room was taken up by the two, side by side, king size mattresses that functioned as Alan’s bed. Alan’s mattresses were left to lie on the floor due to the lack of any form of bed frame that could support his immense bulk.
“Pull up a thumb, dude.” Steve called over to John kindly as he flopped down into his bed.
“Um… no, I think I’m fine here.” Jon responded as he crinkled his nose at the mess. “Actually. I’m going down to Pablo’s to get a table. Just tell Alan to meet me there when he is ready.” John added.
Steve raised an eyebrow questioningly at John, but a quick assessment made it clear that the football star was clearly uncomfortable being in their messy den. “Alright, man. I’ll send him along after you. Hopefully won’t be more than five minutes.” Steve replied as he gave John a casual wave goodbye.
Steve puttered around the apartment for a few minutes waiting for Alan to return. Steve was actually surprised by how quickly Alan came back, and with his cock relatively unchubbed, no less. “Wow. No show for the fans tonight?” Steve playfully ribbed his roomy.
“Ah you know how it is. Gotta pace myself. Can’t give ‘em a good show every night or they’ll get complacent.” Alan replied with a wink.
“Well whatever. John just left. He said he’d get you two a table at Pablo’s.” Steve replied lazily as he flipped on the TV.
“Not exactly fine dining. What was he wearing?” Alan inquired.
“Uh… clothes?” Steve said with a shrug.
“No. I’m serious. Like casual? Dressy?” Alan pressed for information.
“I dunno. Like… nice jeans and a button up? Business casual?” Steve replied uncertainly.
“Shit. I’ll have to dress up.” Alan moaned.
“Dude. You could put on a thong and it’d be dressing up.” Steve joked.
“Well. That’s still an option…” Alan mumbled as he pulled through the overhead cubby that served as his dresser. Alan’s immense package made it very difficult for him to bend over and pick things up, so he had had bins mounted to the ceiling for all his storage needs. Alan pulled out a couple of huge clumps of cloth and chucked the unceremoniously over his shoulders. The articles of clothing unfurled in midair and floated to the ground like parachutes. Each of Alan’s pairs of briefs had such a massive pouch in the front that, as they lay on the floor, they looked more like deflated hot air balloons than they did articles of clothing.
“Ah-Hah!” Alan announced triumphantly as he pulled out a pair of black and white briefs. Steve perked up for a moment, but then went back to focusing on the current detective drama that played on the tiny TV that was set up at the foot of his bed.
Alan unceremoniously jiggled and stuffed his balls into the pouch, but left his cock to fly free. After a few minutes of packing and shifting he turned around and posed flamboyantly for his bud. “Ta-daa!” Alan chimed as he showed off his choice of attire.
Steve looked up from his show and just about spit out the mouthful of beer he was halfway through downing. “Holy shit, dude. I got you those as a joke!” He sputtered as he tried to choke down his laughter.
“What? Not dressy enough for Pablo’s Bar n Grill?” Alan asked with playful snark. Alan’s current ball pouch was plain white in the center with black sides and a very cartoony black bowtie that was stitched into the front just below the upper hem of the pouch, making the whole thing look like the front of a tuxedo. The fabric was stretched so thin, though, that the skin tone of his nuts were fairly visible through the white fabric.
“Nah, man. I think you’ll be just fine.” Steve replied, still trying not to cackle. “Now just remember. Be home by 10 pm sharp and no feeding that thing after midnight.” Steve said as he pointed to the humongous, semi that was flopping over the waistband of Alan’s undies.
“Alright, mom, gawd!” Alan shot back in his best angry teenager voice. As he opened the extra wide double doors that led back out to the main hall.
“Fuck you.” Steve shot back.
“After I wear out Mr. All American, I am sure I’ll have plenty left over for you to have a turn.” Alan replied with a saucy wink. He then stepped into the hall and shut the doors behind him.
The trek to Pablo’s was fairly uneventful. The restaurant was actually one of the many small establishments that were on campus, so Alan only had to walk a few blocks. The sun had all but gone down by now so the ground probably would have been cool enough not to roast his marshmallows had he decided to make the trek au natural, but he had to admit, there were some advantages to being somewhat dressed. As thick as the skin of his nutsack was, the constant scraping along the pavement when he dragged his exposed balls along got to be a little itchy to say the least.
Alan stepped into the entryway of the small mom and pop eatery and was immediately greeted by an audible gasp from the hostess. “Wow. Uh. Hi, Alan. Your table is right this way.” It was no surprise that just about everyone in town knew his name by now, and yet they always still seemed surprised whenever they saw him. It was almost as if they had never seen him so big and buff and hung before.
Alan made his way into the main dining room, and was greeted to by the sound of several people gasping and quite a few dishes dropping as all the diners and workers got their first look at him. Alan tried his best to give everyone a polite smile, but he was enjoying the attention far more than he wanted to let on. He could already feel his cock starting to chub up a bit more from all the lusty eyes that were fixated on him. On the far side of the room he caught sight of John, who had stood up to gesture him over, but John’s arm and his jaw had gone slack the second he saw how absolutely massive Alan had become.
Alan had forgotten just how amazingly hot the blond haired, blue eyed, All American jock was. John’s clean cut, short blond hair framed his handsome features perfectly, and his well toned muscles filled out his shirt and pants fantastically. As Alan’s eyes drifted lower he caught sight of the outline of John’s quickly hardening dick. Alan couldn’t help but smile to himself as he saw the effects his body was having on the football star as the bulge from John’s rising erection began extending down the jock’s leg well past his knee.
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Alan was sitting cross-legged almost as if he were meditating. He was in a large, ornate room, surrounded by big, buff, hung attendants who were there to cater to his every whim. He was revered as a god here. It’s not surprising considering all he did for them. Their entire civilization was literally and figuratively built around his cock.
Alan relaxed and slowed his breathing. He began to slowly float up and out of his body. Even though he saw it every day, it still amazed him to see his body from the outside like this. He was incredibly ripped. Every inch of his body was covered in massive muscles. Even sitting there in the trancelike state he was currently in, his muscles were so big that they bulged out as if he was flexing them all at once.
Alan slowly drifted outwards through the walls of the temple. His palatial shrine would put even the fictional manors of Shangri-La to shame. The temple was so high up that it seemed to rise up out of the clouds themselves, but Alan knew better.
He floated down below the layer of clouds and looked out upon his domain.
The jagged mountains that covered the countryside weren’t particularly large as far as mountains go, but they still reach quite a few thousand feet above sea level. Even the highest peaks only reached about halfway up his absolutely titanic cock. He smiled as he surveyed the several miles of dick that lay amidst the mountain range. Somewhere above the clouds, resting at the point were that monolithic wang and the two colossal nuts met was the temple the housed his body.
He swooped down lower to survey his country. The fields were lush and verdant as a result of the infinite stream of protein rich pre that constantly oozed out of his few thousand feet tall slit. He floated over the mountains and saw that the entire country was surrounded by a vast sea of churning cum. His colossal cumshot filled the ocean several times a day, keeping the sea constantly fresh and warm; his attendants made sure of that.
Alan could already feel another powerful blast of jizz welling up inside of him. He watched in awe as his own city sized cock hardened and twitched. The mountainous head flared out and oozed even more pre than before. He could feel Dan’s arms struggling and failing to wrap completely around his over six foot tall shaft. “Get bigger for me…” He could hear Dan chanting as he stroked Alan’s enormous cock.
Alan’s eyes fluttered open. What he saw caused his jaw to fall open. Dan was struggling like a champ to jack him off, but his huge dick completely dwarfed the lanky teen. It was not just thicker than Dan anymore but taller too. Alan almost creamed himself just looking at the ridiculous size disparity between his cock and his friend.
Dan was looking pretty ragged; sweat was dripping off his body, and the hot, stuffy basement wasn’t the primary culprit. “Why not take a breather.” Alan said groggily.
“Oh… Sorry… It’s just… I woke up… and it was well… morning…” Dan muttered almost inaudibly. Alan smirked as he caught on to the gist of it. Dan had woken up and immediately noticed Alan’s towering morning wood and set to work trying to jack it off while Alan slept. Dan was looking pretty meek now that he had actually been caught. Alan had to admire the guy’s gusto if nothing else.
“Well, I guess I am already boned.” Alan said playfully. “But you look like you’ll blow an artery before I blow a load. Let me handle the rest.”
Dan turned looked hesitantly back over his shoulder at Alan while he weighed his options. He was pretty tired; he had been trying to stroke Alan’s massive cock by wrapping his arms around it and squatting up and down while holding on as tight as he could manage, but Alan’s dick was so thick that Dan couldn’t even get his fingers to touch on the opposite side. For all his efforts, Alan didn’t seem very close to cumming yet. “I… don’t you need help? I mean it’s…” Dan almost said too big, but he quickly caught himself. There was no such thing as too big in his book, and if there was, Alan’s cock still had a long way to go before it got there. “It looks like you’d need help.” He murmured.
“You don’t think I can get myself off?” Alan replied playfully. Something about the impish grin on his face made Dan believe that Alan wanted to show off. Dan was more than willing to sit back and watch his unreasonably hot, buff, and hung bud put on a show for him. “I’ve been jacking myself off since I was seven.”
Alan quickly got to his feet. The sudden motion caused Dan, who had been standing on the couch with one foot on either side of Alan as he straddled Alan’s massive cock, to rise up with him. Dan was left sitting atop Alan’s massive shaft with his legs spread wide and slung over either side as if he was riding a Clydesdale. Alan lumbered around the room, letting his hefty cock bob and waggle from side to side as Dan continued to ride it like a mechanical bull. The sheer size and power of Alan’s cock overwhelmed Dan’s senses. Alan’s cock was now so huge and mighty that it could literally carry Dan around. Somehow this made him even more aroused. He let out a low moan as he fired a massive load which arced through the air and landed with a splat a few feet away against Alan’s shaft.
Dan was too overcome with lust to really think about what he was doing. Using his knees to steady himself, he leaned forward so he was now lying face down on Alan’s immense dick as he lapped up his own cum and worshipped the glorious organ. Dan’s still rigid cock ached for release as he imagine what it would be like as Alan’s already humongous wang grew larger and larger.
Alan could feel his cock flexing as he found himself suddenly very close to blowing his own load. Something about having this small, lanky teen literally down on his hands and knees worshipping his cock was so unbelievably hot. It really didn’t hurt that Dan’s cute butt was raised up and wiggling for Alan’s viewing pleasure. Alan was so worked up that his dick was streaming pre like a faucet.
Seeing Dan’s cute little butt waggling in front of him gave Alan an idea. Dan had already gotten him so close to cumming that it only made sense that the pale brown haired senior got a nice reward for his efforts. Alan grinned as he sensually kneaded Dan’s supple buns with his powerful fingers. He could hear Dan let out a soft relaxed sigh which let him know that his actions were well appreciated.
Alan’s fingers slowly gravitated inwards until he was massaging Dan’s tight hole with both of his thumbs. Judging by how tight Dan’s ass was it was petty clear that his hole had seen little if any use. Alan grinned wider as he realized that he would be embarking on a journey where no man had gone before. He continued to massage and rub the area around Dan’s quivering hole, slowly prepping it for what was to come next. Dan seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the process. As Alan slowly slipped his right thumb in and then his left, he could feel Dan’s ass shuddering in anticipation.
Alan steadily and carefully worked on stretching out the entrance with his thumbs. Dan continued to moan sensually during the process. His cute, sexy moans were keeping Alan in a constant state of wanting to bust a nut, but Alan was more than happy to take his time. He knew the payoff would be worth it.
Once he was satisfied with how loose Dan was, Alan shifted from using his thumbs to using his fingers. Getting the first two fingers on each hand in wasn’t too difficult, but it required plenty of patience to get Dan loose enough for the addition of the index fingers. Finally Alan had his friend suitably prepped and ready. Alan withdrew his hands and lifted Dan off of his cock. Dan was not yet ready to part with Alan’s dick and made a quick grab to try and hold on, but Alan’s reassurance convinced him to play along.
“I know you like my dick and all, but I think you’ll really love what comes next.” Alan chuckled seductively in Dan’s ear. Dan felt like his body turned to jelly just from hearing the deep, sensual tones of his friend’s voice in his ears and stopped trying to resist. Alan easily lifted Dan like a rag doll and positioned the teen on the couch so that he was leaning over the backrest with his ass lifted and prepped for Alan’s massive cock.
They both knew that there was no way that Alan’s cock was going to be able to enter Dan’s tight, little hole, but Alan had something else in mind. “Open wide.” Alan instructed playfully. Dan didn’t even need to ask what exactly he was supposed to open wide. He dutifully reached back and pulled his already nice and loose hole open wide for Alan’s using pleasure.
Alan placed the massive tip of his cock against Dan’s cute little butt and began rubbing against it. The huge, spongy head of his dick was far larger than Dan’s ass, but that just added to Alan’s pleasure. He could feel Dan’s soft cheeks and tiny knuckles bumping up against his cock. He could feel Dan’s eager little hole quivering in anticipation as it mashed up against his oozing slit. He rubbed his cock against Dan’s ass, smearing it with pre. The pre cascaded across Dan’s nuts and along the length of his rigid cock before dripping down onto the couch below.
Dan could feel Alan’s dick shudder as the massively hung, immensely muscled college dude ground his cock into Dan’s ass. Dan couldn’t wait for his bud to unload a record breaking barrage of cum into his specially prepared hole. With their current size disparity, this would be the closest Dan would ever get to having Alan plow him. Dan didn’t want to let Alan have all the fun and began to rock his hips back and forth causing his soft buns to roll against the pre-soaked head of Alan’s cock. “You’re so big.” Dan moaned breathlessly. “Please… fill me… and get bigger.”
Dan’s seductive moans were more than enough to send Alan over the edge. With one last shove he slammed his cock forward, pinning Dan between the tip of his dick and the faux leather seat back. Alan’s cock shuddered as a massive geyser of spooge shot out and onto the awaiting teen. Despite how stretched out and well presented Dan’s hole was, only a small percentage of the deluge managed to work its way into him, but it was still a substantial amount. Dan could feel the tidal wave of jizz crashing through his insides as the rest splashed against his body, coating every inch of him in spunk, inside and out. Dan was quickly filled to the brim with warm, gooey spooge, but Alan kept cumming like a fire hose. He felt his insides get so packed with jizz that it was starting to feel like his stomach was cramping. Dan fell forward, sliding off of Alan’s still firing cock in the process.
Dan flipped around as best he could and sat with his face angled skyward with his eyes closed, letting the steadily diminishing spurts of jizz cascade over his face and chest. He was so coated in the sticky goop that it would probably take hours to wash it all off. Dan realized dejectedly that he would eventually have to wash it off. As much as he would love to, he just couldn’t go through life coated in his idol’s cum.
Dan’s eyes slowly fluttered open as he felt the steam of jizz taper away. Alan was looking incredibly pleased with himself but more than a little winded after what had to be the most amazingly powerful orgasm in the history of sex. Even after all that he had cum, Alan’s cock was still almost entirely hard. The last bit of spooge that his balls had to offer was oozing out the tip of his cock. Seeing this, Dan moved forward and positioned himself directly under the slowly descending glob of spunk; his mouth was open and ready to accept his master’s gift. The wad was so much bigger than Dan’s mouth that only around half of it actually made it in. The rest slowly oozed down his chin and cheeks. Dan slowly and carefully swallowed the load, in an effort to both savor the taste for as long as possible and to not choke on the enormous gob of cum in the process. He swallowed audibly letting Alan know how much he had enjoyed the meal.
Alan grinned down at his little friend. Dan looked absolutely ridiculous. He was so coated in cum that it looked like he had lost at some perverse X-rated knockoff of a Nickelodeon gameshow, but he seemed to be incredibly pleased with himself. He had the biggest grin plastered on his face. His smile was even clearly visible despite all the other stuff that was also plastered on his face.
“I think we should get cleaned up.” Alan said softly as his cock finally drooped down low enough that he could get a good look at Dan without having to peek around the side. “Steve will be back any minute now, and it’s probably best he not see you like this.”
Dan just continued to smile like a stooge. He really didn’t care how he looked or what other people thought of him. He just wanted to bask in his hero’s juices for a little while longer.
Realizing that he wasn’t going to get anything close to a rational response from Dan anytime in the near future, Alan shrugged and set off to the bathroom. He quickly realized that he was not going to be fitting into the stall, and so he gathered up a few toiletries and laboriously forced his bulk up the stairs. The stairs were awkward and difficult given that he was literally dragging his cock and balls up the steps, but the door proved to be the biggest challenge. Alan’s frame was just so massive that he couldn’t even fit through normally; he had to turn sideways and sort of shimmy his way through. After he cleared the threshold he had to turn around and slowly ease his cock and balls through one piece at a time.
Fortunately, Steve’s house had a plenty large sliding glass door leading out to the back yard. Alan used that to exit the house and worked his way back around front to where he remembered the garden hose was hooked up. The hose had one of those nice, adjustable spray nozzles that made the next step of his task a lot easier. He just wished there was some way to heat the water a little more. Fortunately it was plenty hot out, and so the cool hose water felt amazingly refreshing against his sweat and jizz covered skin.
Using the soap and washrag he had snagged from the shower, Alan lathered up and showered right there on the front lawn, in plain view of all the neighbors. He could catch glimpses of some of them staring at him through their windows, and a few others were unabashedly watching him from their own front yards. One man was in the middle of hosing down his shiny red Ferrari when he turned and caught sight of the absolutely massive wall of muscle with humongous nuts that rivaled even the largest lawn bags full of leaves and almost seven feet of soft cock drooping out onto the lawn in front of him. The man’s grip on the nozzle trigger slowly weakened as he realized that he’d need a much more expensive car to feel like the big man on the block after witnessing that display. Alan didn’t mind that he was naked in a public place; it wasn’t the first time, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
Alan hammed it up for his suburban audience as he slowly and sensually rubbed down every inch of his enormously muscled frame. He would flex each muscle set and
slowly rub the cloth across the flared out mass and looked around, making eye contact with each and every voyeur. He turned his back to the audience and playfully patted his rear, causing his enormous, pillowy cheeks on his massive bubble butt to bounce. He bent forward as he washed himself to make sure that everyone who was watching got an amazing view of his phenomenal ass cheeks and everything in between. Alan lathered up his hair and rinsed it out all while striking a pose that really brought out the definition in his gigantic muscles. The suds rolled down his body and pooled in the deep trenches of his muscles and cascaded down the creases of his abs like rainwater down a storm drain.
Alan began to start another round of wet, naked posturing when he felt the water suddenly run dry. He didn’t have time to ponder this change of events because he was slapped in the face with a towel almost immediately after. “Dude. Stop wasting water.” Steve chided playfully as he threw another towel over Alan’s colossal wang and mounted it side saddle.
“How long have you been here?” Alan asked as he rubbed the towel into his scalp, which just served to accentuate his muscles even more and send a nice jiggle through his cock and balls.
“Long enough to see you Johnny Bravo it up for the neighbors.” Steve replied with an amused smirk as he cracked open a can of Coke and began to power slam it. He turned to look at Alan and waved the can in front of his face. “You want some?”
“Sure.” Alan responded and reached for the can, but Steve swiped it away at the last second.
“Good. Then finish drying off and come on in. We’ve got plenty in the fridge.” Steve joked as he hopped back up off of Alan’s cock and strode proudly back into the house.
“At least help me dry off!” Alan called after him pleadingly, but Steve conveniently chose note to hear him. Alan muttered to himself as he slowly dried his massive, muscled bod. The wind had been taken out of the sails of his hyper-muscled gun show, and now he was realizing just how inconvenient it was to try and dry off a cock that was the size of a roller coaster car. He worked at it for a few minutes, but the harsh sunlight did a far better job of drying him off than either of his towels could ever have hoped to.
Alan stomped back into the house and grabbed a new set of underwear to replace the ones that had exploded under the force of his growing erection the night before. He was still a little bummed out about that. He really liked that pair, and it isn’t cheap to buy new custom fit ones. “I ought to just stop wearing these things altogether.” He muttered to himself as he slowly got into his briefs. He realized that going nude would be a terrible idea, but it did sound enticing at times. Alan only wore them because they made it easier to walk around. The briefs keeping his junk relatively in check was the only reason he wore them. It was certainly not out of some sense of modesty he may have once had.
Alan took a moment to admire himself in the mirror once his bait and tackle was sufficiently back in the bag. He couldn’t get over just how amazing he looked. His frame was so broad that he couldn’t even see it all in the mirror. He had to turn and change the angle a bit to get a glimpse of his broad, muscular shoulders, thick, barrel chest, huge, rippling abs, and massive, bulging biceps. Every inch of his body was covered in muscles, but he didn’t look like one of those pro bodybuilders. He had long since outclassed all of them anyway. They were only big in the arms, legs and chest, but Alan was massive everywhere. With his incredible abs which where accentuated by massive obliques, he looked more like a power lifter than he did a bodybuilder, except for the fact that he didn’t appear to have an ounce of body fat on him. His muscles were huge, but they were also smooth and toned like a model’s.
His package was another point of pride for him. His cock came dangerously close to eight feet long when fully erect, but most of the time it was closer to seven. His dick was always chubbed up, even after rubbing one out. Alan couldn’t even remember the last time his cock had ever gotten completely soft or stopped dribbling pre. It was like his body was stuck in a perpetual state of switched on. It hadn’t even been an hour since he had painted the basement with his spunk, but already he was feeling like he could fill a pool with his jizz.
Alan strode nonchalantly into the kitchen, giving Steve and both of Steve’s parents an eyeful in the process. Alan’s briefs served no purpose other than to hold his junk in place. Under no circumstances could his minimal attire be considered modest or decent. His bright blue briefs strained against the enormous mass of erogenous flesh that was contained within. His briefs were packed so tight that the shape of his cock and balls seemed permanently etched into the taut fabric; even the folds of his foreskin and the veins running along his shaft could be seen in vivid detail. Despite the best efforts of the front pouch of his pants to hold everything inwards and upwards, Alan’s colossal nuts rested solidly on the floor when he was standing still. The fabric strained to wrap back around and cover his balls, but there was just too much sack for the pouch, leaving almost a foot of visible flesh between the inner hem of the briefs and Alan’s thick, muscular thighs. Alan’s humongous cock wrapped tightly over his enormous balls. Only the forward half of his shaft was actually covered by fabric. The rest was exposed to the elements as it draped over his tightly packed nuts. At its highest point, Alan’s shaft crested at right about chest level before turning back downwards and slipping under the waistline of his briefs. By some miracle of modern fashion, Alan’s immense ass was fully covered by the fabric, but the fabric was wrapped so tightly around his glorious cheeks that all it did was draw even more attention to just how huge and pillowy the cheeks of his phenomenal ass were.
Steve’s parents had seen Alan a few times before, but they still just couldn’t get used to how obscenely huge he was all over. “Do you ever wear a shirt?” Steve’s dad asked testily and then immediately buried his face back in the news paper he was pretending to read.
“When was the last time you wore a shirt, anyway?” Steve asked with a mix of good natured snark and genuine curiosity.
“I think they made me wear one for my high school graduation.” Alan replied distantly as he struggled to remember how long he had been going through life with such a small amount of clothing.
“Oh? And how far into the ceremony did it last?” Steve asked with a playful grin.
“It actually lasted all the way up until I got my diploma!” Alan replied enthusiastically. “You should have seen it. I walked up on the stage and the principal extended a hand for me to shake and held the roll of paper in the other. I reached in to shake with my right hand, right? Then I crossed my left hand over to grab the roll and the same time… and well… “Alan crossed his wrists over in front of him to demonstrate as he explained and then flexed so that his arms and chest bulged outwards. The display was enough to get his point across. He had shattered his shirt into ribbons by putting on a gun show right on stage in front of the entire school.
It took Steve a few minutes to stop laughing as he imagined the stunned gazes from all the prudish onlookers. He really wished he could have been there to see it; both because he would love to have seen the audience reaction, but probably more so because he was curious about just how silly Alan would look trying to cram inside a tiny shirt. Finally he managed to calm down enough to continue speaking, “Ok, but seriously. Get your stuff together. You still have that date tonight, right?”
“You bet I do.” Alan replied with a proud grin. “Going to get some grade A jock cock tonight.”
Steve rolled his eyes and replied. “Well just be sure to get the statue back before you let him ride you into the sunset. Wouldn’t want you getting any bigger, would we?”
“I’ll consider it.” Alan responded with a sly grin as he sauntered off to the basement to collect his bag.
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Tyler had been out of town for almost week already, and Jake was going crazy from a bad combination of boredom and blue balls. Jake had actually seriously considered calling up Sam and having a go with him, but ever since they had gotten back from their trip to New York, Jake’s lithe, black haired friend had been spending all of his free time with Lyle, his boyfriend.
To make matters worse, Jake couldn’t really let himself go at home. His house just wasn’t equipped to handle him at larger sizes; he had once tried to jack off while his cock was a meager two footer, and the drain couldn’t even handle that small amount of spunk. He had a hard time covering up that debacle from his parents. Even if his drains could handle that much spooge, he would be way too nervous of his parents barging in on him. His parents still had no idea that he had the power to freely change the size of his cock and balls. Let alone that he had the ability to do the same to others once he had marked them with his jizz. They were still uncomfortable with the whole issue of him being gay; dropping the news that he had freaky alien space technology living in his semen would probably break their minds. As such he had to keep his equipment well within the realm of what was considered normal.
He liked to push the limits occasionally, though. Just last week he was walking around the house with eighteen inches of sausage stashed down his pant leg, but he had to dial it back the second he saw his mother giving him strange looks; he managed to pass it off as just a trick of the light when he was questioned about it.
With his sexual frustration reaching critical mass, he was seriously considering going across the street to his boyfriend Tyler’s house and really cutting loose. Tyler’s bedroom and guestroom had been retrofitted to handle so much cock and spunk being loosed within it. The only problem was, he felt awkward being there without Tyler around. Sure, he had his own key and was well loved by all of Tyler’s family, but how would he explain why he was there? Jake felt like he would die of shame if he ever had to tell Mrs. Simmons that he just stopped by to jack off.
Jake was snapped back to reality by a knock on the door. The term “knock” is used loosely. His family had a habit of rapping on the door twice and then walking in anyway; this time was no different. Jake’s father stepped through the doorway with a small boy in tow. The kid was short, probably no taller than four feet, but other than that Jake could tell very little about him. The boy was wearing a faded ball cap with the mascot for the local college on it and very, very baggy clothes. Jake had no idea if this boy was skinny or fat. He seemed really slim in certain spots and really thick in others.
“Jake. Timothy is here to see you.” His father grumpily introduced the small boy. “You should tell us when you are going to be having company over.”
Jake looked at the boy. Did he know a Timothy? It was such a common name he couldn’t be sure, but there was something familiar about this kid. Jake couldn’t see much of his face behind the ball cap that he wore with the brim pulled way down, but that smug smile made his skin crawl. “I’m here for the math lesson. Remember?” The boy said. The way he emphasized “remember” gave Jake the impression that he should play along. Jake knew he recognized that voice though.
“That wasn’t supposed to be until tomorrow.” Jake responded, quickly adapting to the situation. He figured his best bet at the moment was to get the boy alone and then question him.
“Yeah, well. I got the dates wrong. Turns out my exam is tomorrow.” The boy replied, not missing a beat. “C’mon, Jack, I really need your help.” Jake felt his skin crawl again as he heard his name butchered in such a familiar way. He knew exactly who his visitor was.
“Fine. You’re lucky I don’t already have something planned today.” Jake responded as exasperated as he could muster. This was the first time he had actually seen Dalton in person in several months now. Jake was a little leery but also extremely curious about Dalton’s sudden reappearance. Jake’s father gave a gruff nod and walked out of the room. Seeing that the strange boy was here for academic reasons and not some freaky homo-sex seemed to put his mind at ease.
The two boys stood there staring awkwardly at each other for a moment before Dalton finally broke the silence. “Like my super secret under cover agent name?” He was grinning from ear to ear, obviously proud of himself.
“Why are you here, Dalton.” Jake responded while rolling his eyes and sighing.
“Is that anyway to greet an old friend?” Dalton responded with just a hint of sarcasm.
“Friend is pushing it.” Jake replied flatly.
“Oh, come on. I have been genuinely trying to be good, ok?” Dalton pleaded. He seemed surprisingly earnest, and Jake had to admit that Dalton had actually been on his best behavior lately. They talked online occasionally and had actually been getting along rather well. Still, Dalton’s sudden appearance at his house was unnerving.
“You wouldn’t be here unless you wanted something.” Jake was trying to make it sound like he was distant and a little annoyed, but his voice betrayed him; a little bit of his curiosity slipped through.
“Well, if you want to cut the small talk, fine. I was kind of hoping to talk a bit, though… you know… as friends.” Jake was caught off guard by this. Dalton seemed so honest and maybe even a little lonely.
“O…kay…? What did you want to talk about?” Jake asked hesitantly.
“I don’t know… stuff? How do people normally do this.”
“What? Small talk? I’m like the worst person to ask about stuff like that.” Jake responded fidgeting a bit. This conversation was going to get super awkward in a hurry if it turned into the two of them swapping stories about who is more socially inept than who.
“Ok. I’ll lead.” Dalton said, a lascivious smile slowly spreading across his face. “How much smang have you and that fine ass hunk of man you snagged been getting?”
Jake gasped in shock. “What? That’s a little personal don’t you think?”
“Personal? You forget. I’ve been in you already.” Dalton’s dirty smile spread even wider; his oversized hoody began to protrude outward in a grotesque manner as the massive cock he was smuggling in his clothes stirred to life. Jake had completely forgotten about the state he had left Dalton in when last they met. “And besides, isn’t the point of this to talk about stuff we have in common? As I see it, about all we have in common is that we like dicks, and we like ‘em large.” Dalton continued to smile lewdly as he slowly unzipped his hoody, allowing his monstrous semi to flop loose.
When they had last encountered each other, a strange mishap had resulted in Jake accidentally knocking off a good foot and a half of Dalton’s height. Jake had not used his powers in such a way since. He still felt really bad for what had happened and felt even worse that some part of him found it exceedingly erotic. When they had parted ways that night, Dalton was only around four feet tall with a cock as long as he was tall. Jake still wasn’t sure if he had left Dalton with such an enormous tool out pity or spite.
Jake’s heart was beating in his chest and his face was flush from arousal. His own meager cock was squirming to life in his tight jeans. Dalton’s cock was amazing at its old size, but now that it was magnified as it was, it was phenomenal. Jake’s throat felt dry as he thought about just how long it has been since he had been plowed. Jake wanted to ride that beautiful shaft into the sunset, but he knew there was no way he could do such a thing under his parent’s watchful eyes. “I.. can’t. Not here.” Jake managed to say between gasps.
“Are you sure?” Dalton replied playfully as he lowered his pants, letting his massive beach ball sized nuts spill out; the gigantic orbs hit the floor with a soft thud.
“My parents will catch me.” Jake managed to say, summoning up more resolve than he thought physically possible.
“So? It’s your room. It’s their fault if they barge in on you like that.” Dalton replied seductively as he ran his finger through the bead of pre that was forming atop his monster cock and began drawing slimy patterns across the head of his cock with it.
Jake was fully boned now. He wanted nothing more than the sit down on that spire and feel it fill him to the brim, but he really could not risk getting caught; he was on thin ice with his folks as it was. “No, please. I really can’t do it here.”
Dalton sighed dejectedly. He couldn’t believe Jake was making things so hard for him. Jake was the one guy Dalton could never get, no matter how hard he tried, and it frustrated and exhilarated him. Dalton finished kicking off his pants and plopped his bare ass down on the carpet. He swung his legs up so they were resting upon his gigantic nuts and leaned in to rest against his massive stiffy. Dalton sighed and then responded dejectedly. “Come on. I wanted to have a little fun before we got to the real reason I was here.”
Jake knew there was an ulterior motive at work here, but it was strange to see Dalton dodge around the issue like this. The small boy seemed strangely hesitant to say what he was really here for. “Go on…” Jake said reluctantly.
“I need some help with my size.”
Jake figured as much, but he still was hoping to hear otherwise. “I can’t help you… I still don’t know how to reverse it.”
Dalton laughed in response, which completely caught Jake off guard. “Reverse it? Hell no. I was wondering if you could knock a few more inches off.”
Jake stared at Dalton, completely dumbfounded. “What…?”
“Don’t you get it? I lost like one quarter of my height, but you could also say everyone else in the world gained one quarter to their size.” Jake rolled his eyes at Dalton’s questionable understanding of fractions, but he kind of got the idea.
“And as I said, I still don’t know if I can reverse it. Do you really want to be even shorter? You’re a midget as it is.” Jake sounded obviously exasperated as he explained. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It made absolutely no sense to him that someone would want to be so tiny.
“I don’t care. These last few months have been amazing. I have gotten so much dick, and they have all been nice and large. Not as big as me, but that’s part of the fun.” Dalton explained with a twisted smile. He could tell that Jake was surprised that to hear that his sex life had actually taken a bump from his new size and so he chose to reveal more to Jake, both literally and figuratively. Dalton leaned back and pulled off his hat and hoody, leaving him completely naked as he explained. “This thing is, many guys just love the feeling of dominating someone. The fact that I am so small just helps them get their rocks off even easier, and me being so freakin’ hung makes them just want to take their frustrations out on me, too. It’s amazing how hard I get ridden.”
Jake managed to pull his eyes away from Dalton’s impressive cock long enough to take stock of the boy’s body. Dalton had made some changes since last they met. His sandy brown hair was now longer and wavier; he had lost a bit of weight, making his body much leaner; he had also shaved off all of his body hair, including his goatee. This all combined with his new height made him appear far younger and more vulnerable. Jake felt the strangest urge to try and comfort and protect Dalton. He could see how some guys would totally want to tap that, but he also felt really uncomfortable. Dalton was playing a dangerous game by willingly submitting himself to dominant tops like this.
Jake sighed again. “You’re insane. This is the stupidest idea I have ever heard. For starters, how are you going to defend yourself at that size? You could get seriously hurt.” Jake gave Dalton a stern glare, but his demeanor softened as he saw the smaller boy’s reaction. Dalton seemed strangely excited and pleased by Jake’s outburst. Jake had no idea how to react to this change in attitude.
Dalton smiled sheepishly and seemed to blush. In all the time that they have known each other, Jake had never known Dalton to blush or even get the least bit flustered like this. “Do you mean that?” Dalton asked unsteadily? “I mean, do you really care if I get hurt?”
Jake was taken aback as he caught on to what Dalton was saying. Jake really didn’t know anything about Dalton’s home life or really much of anything about him other than the fact that he was the town bike. Jake was beginning to get more of an understanding of him as they spoke. He already knew Dalton was really bad at making friends, but did he really not have anyone at all that cared for him? Jake felt a pit form in his stomach as he thought of it. “Well… yeah. I mean, I wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt, but we’re friends, right?” Jake gave the best reassuring smile he could muster. He really wished Tyler was here to help out. Jake’s blond lover was much better at these situations. Jake also hoped that calling Dalton a friend didn’t somehow come back to bite him in the ass.
Dalton’s eyes widened with joy as he heard Jake call him a friend. Dalton hopped to his feet with a speed and agility that seemed impossible for one who was as well endowed as he. Jake didn’t even have time to react; Dalton was on him in a second. Jake fell over backwards onto his bed with Dalton on top of him hugging him tight; Dalton’s massive dong was sandwiched between them, making the embrace all the more awkward.
Jake awkwardly patted Dalton’s head reassuringly as he stared eye to eye with Dalton’s enormous cock. Dalton was leaking quite a bit of pre; much of which was trickling down onto Jake’s face and seeping into his mouth. Jake didn’t want to admit it, but he was once again getting boned up over this. Dalton’s cock was so warm, and soft, and thick.
Dalton could feel Jake’s erection pressing up under him, and so he chose to capitalize on it. Dalton slid off of Jake, and quickly began unfastening the tall, brown haired boy’s jeans. Dalton obviously had a lot of experience removing pants and quickly had Jake’s perfectly average boner flying free. Dalton’s mouth hung open in shock as he looked down on the marginal cock. “This won’t do at all.” He said while stroking Jake’s throbbing boner. “You’re supposed to be the biggest of all of us. That’s what you always wanted, right?”
Jake couldn’t even speak as Dalton’s experienced hands deftly worked him over. His mind was foggy with lust and arousal, but bits and pieces of Dalton’s speech were managing to reach him through the fog. He did like being big, the biggest, even. He loved it. He lived for it. Jake couldn’t even remember why he let himself get so small in the first place when he had the power to be as huge as he wanted.
Jake was snapped back to reality as his colossal wang thumped against the ceiling of his bedroom. Jake just stared in shock at it. If he came now, he would trash his bedroom and blow his secret to his parents. Much of Jake’s mind was ready to just let it happen. This living in secret was driving him crazy. He knew he only had a few more months until he moved into a dorm, but it felt like forever.
Jake fought hard to suppress his urges, but Dalton was not letting him off that easy. The small boy kept bringing Jake right to the edge and then stopping. Jake could feel the jizz filling in his balls; his cum factories were in overdrive after not having been used much in the past few days. Jake just knew this would be one of the messiest blasts he had ever loosed, relatively speaking.
Jake fought to steady his breathing. His face had gone pale and his cheeks were flushed pink. It was taking every ounce of his self control to not coat his entire bedroom. Dalton knew he had Jake right where he wanted. “You look about ready to pop. I wonder what would happen if I rub just a little too hard.” Dalton licked up Jake’s rock hard shaft for emphasis; a giant rivulet of pre escaped Jake’s cock and splashed down on his bed. Jake knew a threat when he heard one, and Dalton quite literally had him by the balls.
“Just a few inches, right?” Jake managed to say between gasps.
“Yeah. Say… five inches. Maybe a foot, if you’re feeling adventurous.” Dalton responded with a sly grin while he rubbed Jake’s enormous boner almost to the point of cumming yet again.
“Fine! Fine. Just do it quickly.” Jake wasn’t thinking clearly any more. He just knew he needed to do what Dalton wanted before he destroyed his room. Jake steadied his breathing and focused on slowly increasing his size. The growth felt so good that he almost blew his load just from that. Finally, Jake was pinned up against the corner of his room by his massive cock; his enormous dick filled up just about every square inch of space, with his balls filling in all the rest. Jake could see Dalton on the opposite end of the shaft trying to slide in, but he was impeded by his own enormous cock. Jake focused through his lust and managed to shrink Dalton’s dick down to a level where the small boy could slide into him.
With his own cock squared away, Dalton slid into Jake’s dick like it was a water slide. He eventually slid to a stop about halfway down and waited eagerly while the walls closed in around him.
Jake tried to focus on bringing his size down slowly. He was trying to figure out in his head just how much smaller he had to make his dick to only shave a few inches off of Dalton’s height, but even though Jake had the best grades in school, doing even the most basic of fractions while he himself was hard as Chinese arithmetic was proving to be impossible. Jake finally decided to just say fukitol and wing it. He slowly brought his proportions down to what felt like three quarters of its previous size. It was getting so hard to focus with Dalton’s tiny body writhing around inside of his dick.
Jake figured that he had done enough and increased his size a bit to make it possible for Dalton to climb back out, but nothing happened. Jake could tell Dalton was alive and well because he could feel the tiny man moving around inside him, but Dalton was making no effort to get out. Jake could feel Dalton’s tiny body rocking back and forth rhythmically inside of him. If he didn’t know any better, he would say that Dalton was jacking off in there.
As it would happen, Dalton was in fact jacking off in there. His cock had been shrunken down a bit so that he could fit in, but it was still quite large compared to him. The thick shaft reached up to his chest and was almost as wide as his torso. He was so excited by his new size and just all around horny after being encapsulated in cock yet again. Now that he no longer had to fear for his life, he let himself enjoy it. He knew he was completely safe, and in fact, he even felt like he was being protected by the massive cock of his first friend. Dalton had already came once during the shrinking process and he was well on his way to another. His now smaller body was coated in his own spunk and Jake’s pre. Dalton wondered briefly how small he was, but then his mind wandered to how small he could become. Dalton came again as he thought about getting even smaller.
“Dalton!” Jake hissed in a loud whisper. He wanted to get through to the little guy, but also not make enough noise to alert his parents. “Get out of there!” Dalton was showing no signs of moving anywhere. Jake was at a loss. He couldn’t think of any way to get Dalton out other than to get himself off and flush the little man out with all of his cum, and there was no way Jake was going to go with that option.
Jake was still rock hard. The best he could think of to do was to try and wait it out. He just had to hope that Dalton would either decide to climb out on his own, or that Jake’s own dick would deflate enough that he could just shake the small boy out. Jake leaned back against the wall to relax for a bit when he heard a knock at the door. Jake jumped in shock. He was amazed anyone in his family would actually knock before entering, but he assumed that they were on their best behavior because Jake had company over.
Jake was panicking now. “Dalton! Get out, now!” he hissed louder. “I’m not joking. You have to get out.”
The knocking returned even louder, this time accompanied by his father’s voice. “What’s going on in there? Who’s Dalton?”
Jake felt his heart stop. He was so busted. He had to make something up, and fast. “It’s the neighbor cat from down the street. I left my window open and it climbed in.” Jake called back. He knew his father was allergic to cats so hopefully that would buy him some time.
“Why would you open the window? The heater is on! We aren’t paying to heat the back yard, you know!” Jake’s dad sounded grumpy, but at least the threat of a cat was keeping him on the other side of the door… for now. “Wait a minute. Are you smoking the weed in there?”
Jake let out something between a groan and a sigh. His parents gave him absolutely zero credit. Although, smoking “the weed” would probably get him in a lot less trouble than getting caught swallowing a dude with his cock. “No Dad. I am not smoking pot in here.”
“Well then I’ll give you to the count of five to get out here and prove it!” Jake knew he was busted now. He had no options left to him.
“Five.” Jake was panicking even harder. His dad was actually giving him the countdown. He had to do something and fast.
“Dalton! Get! Out!” Jake shouted as he kicked his bloated cock. Jake immediately realized this to be a terrible idea because the small stimulation of his foot colliding with the gigantic dick sent a rave of pleasure through him. It took all his resolve to not just coat the wall in spunk right then and there.
“Four!” Jake felt a pit form in his stomach as he realized he had to make a choice. Keep his powers a secret or shrink himself down enough to hide his cock with Dalton still inside of him.
“Three!” Jake took a deep breath a silently apologized to the sandy brown haired boy. Jake focused on shrinking his cock down, but this time he didn’t worry about sizes. He needed it small, and he needed it small now.
Dalton could feel the walls of Jake’s dick squeezing around him once more. He was getting even smaller! He couldn’t believe his luck. Maybe Jake was getting off on this as well, he thought. Dalton came hard yet again just thinking of his tiny new size.
“Two!” Jake didn’t want to go too far. He didn’t want to ruin Dalton’s life forever, but he really needed to hide his powers and his cock from his parents. Jake stopped his dick from shrinking when it was roughly even with his chest and quickly lifted up his T-shirt up and pulled it back down over the shaft and zipped up his hoody.
“One!” Jake was down to the wire. With lightning speed he jumped into his jeans and pulled them up to his waist. Jake didn’t even bother with the belt or zipper. He just needed the top button done. Jake looked up from his work just in time to see his dad barge in.
“Where’s the cat?” The old, heavyset man said.
“I just got rid of it.” Jake replied. His face was pale, and his cheeks were flushed red. He was completely dripping with sweat.
“Are you ok?” His dad asked, sounding genuinely concerned. “Huh. Maybe you’re allergic to those damn varmints as well.”
“Yeah… That must be it.” Jake said with a sigh of relief as he wiped the sweat off of his brow. This prove to be a bad move on his part for when he pulled his hand out of the front pouch of his hoody, it made the giant lump under his shirt painfully obvious.
“What do you have under your shirt?” His father demanded, once again stern and borderline angry. Jake knew he was screwed. He already knew his father wouldn’t be satisfied until he showed without a shadow of a doubt that he had nothing hidden in his shirt.
“Nothing, dad. It’s just a trick of the light or something.” Just as Jake expected his father glared at him dubiously. Jake made another silent apology and went about slowly unzipping his hoody,
making sure to keep the zipper ahead of the current position of his dwindling cock. Jake’s hoody finally fell open right as the tip of his dick was snugly hidden behind the waistline of his jeans.
Jake pulled his hoody open wide to prove that he had nothing to hide, but it didn’t seem to do much to appease his father. Jake could tell he still needed to do a little more and so he let out a sigh and lifted his T-shirt up. Jake revealed his abs and pecs that he had worked so hard for these past few months. The whole front of his body was coated with pre, but fortunately for him, it blended in nicely with the layer of sweat he had accumulated.
Jake’s father finally seemed satisfied. Jake let out a sigh of relief as his father’s glare softened just a bit. He was still obviously suspicious of what his son was up to, but at least Jake was off the hook for now. Jake’s father turned and left the room, leaving Jake to continue panicking in peace.
Jake waited a minute for his nerves to settle before zipping up is hoody again and rushing out the door. He didn’t care anymore, he needed to get off and there was only one place he felt safe right now. He ran down the stairs and passed his mother in the hall. He gave her only the briefest of goodbyes before tearing out the front door over to his boyfriend’s house.
Jake was relieved to find the front door unlocked. He realized only after leaving his house that he had forgotten to bring his own key. Jake walked into the front foyer, and closed the door behind him. He finally started to calm down and feel safe. Jake was seriously considering just moving in here, since this is where he already spent most of his time, but it would still be awkward when Tyler wasn’t around.
Jake leaned against the door and let out a sigh of relief. He was finally in the clear, all he had to do was climb the stairs, hang a left, and bang one out. It was then that Jake realized there was something off. Two things were off, actually. The door was unlocked which means that someone was home…
Right on cue, Jake heard Tyler’s mother call to him, “Oh, Hello, dear. Sam won’t be off work for another half hour… oh.” And there’s the second thing. “Well, just clean up when you’re done, will you?” Jake felt like he could curl up and die right then and there. He realized too late that he had forgotten to zip up earlier, and at it’s now slightly above average size, his throbbing hard-on had popped right out the front of his jeans. He couldn’t even remember when it had happened. He hoped it had been after he had gotten across the street, but he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that it had to be when he was running down the stairs. He had run across the street with his flag flying at full mast… hell, he had ran by his own mother while his five dollar foot-long was openly on display.
Jake slid down against the door until he plopped down flat on his ass. He just wanted to hide away from the world; he had never been so embarrassed in his life. Jake wanted to just curl up in a ball and shrink away and be completely forgotten by the world.
A familiar tingle down south snapped him out of his funk and reminded him of his original mission. He mentally chastised himself as he stared at his now even smaller cock. He said several silent apologies as he ran up the stairs and went into Tyler’s bedroom. Jake quickly pulled off all his clothes and sat down on the edge of the bed. He stared at his dick for a moment; many thoughts raced through his head. His cock had to be about eight inches, a perfectly respectable enough size, but it was far smaller than what Jake liked to keep it at since he gained his powers. He could grow it back easily enough. What really worried him was, if his dick was that small… how small did that make Dalton?
Jake’s heart was pounding in his chest. He knew he would be ahead to just go ahead and get it over with. Jake tried to rationalize it. This was actually Dalton’s fault wasn’t it? Jake had been completely against this hair brained plan, but the more he thought about it the worse he felt. To make matters worse, he was still rock hard. He could feel Dalton wriggling around inside his schlong, and some part of him was fascinated by just how small the other boy had become.
Jake hesitantly reached down and wrapped one hand around his dick and began slowly pumping. It was such a strange feeling to only need one hand to jack himself off. Jake stared with a combination of trepidation and bemused fascination as tiny beads of pre began to work their way up to the tip of his cock. He knew he was getting close. He had been so close for so long now that he required very little stimulation to put him over the edge. Jake willed his cock to grow just enough to loosen the pipes for what was about to come next.
Dalton had been enjoying his time wrapped snugly inside Jake’s cock. It was so warm and comfortable in there, and not to mention safe. Dalton could feel himself occasionally get condensed down ever tighter. He had no idea how tiny Jake was making him or why he was doing it, but Dalton was in ecstasy. Every time he got smaller he came again and again; he was completely coated in his own spunk by now.
Dalton stayed in this oblivious state of nirvana for what simultaneously seemed like forever and not nearly long enough when he felt something different. There was pressure around him again, but this time his body wasn’t adapting to fit it. He felt the pressure roll up and down across his body like waves in the ocean.
Dalton felt the walls pull back and release him, but instead of falling he was suspended in place by something warm and gooey. He knew exactly what it was and exactly what was coming next. Dalton let his body go slack as he eagerly awaited the climax.
Jake could feel that it was time. He angled his cock forward and placed his free hand in front of the slit so he would not accidentally drop the small boy. The excitement and fear welled up inside him as he finally went over the edge. Jake fired several thick ropes of jizz right into the palm of his hand; each one landing with a satisfying splat. Jake had so much pent up spunk that he could have kept firing, but he forced himself to stop. He was worried that if he flooded his hand too much he would wash the tiny boy away in the current.
Jake held his hand up to his face and watched as the spooge drained out from between his fingers. His breath caught in his chest as a tiny form slowly took shape. Jake couldn’t believe how small Dalton was now. He felt really guilty about what he had done, but at the same time it was so strangely erotic and empowering to be literally holding someone in the palm of his hand.
Dalton landed with a wet, gooey, splat against a surprisingly warm and supple surface. Dalton had no idea where he was or how small had become, but he felt warm and secure. As the lake of cum that had formed around him slowly drained away, he was able to catch his breath and finally stretch out. He reached his arms up high to both stretch out and try and wipe the goop from his eyes so he could see. It was then that he felt something that caught him completely off guard. Two large objects closed in on him; one against his chest; the other against his back. They were unbelievably powerful, yet surprisingly gentle. As Dalton wiped the jizz from his eyes he was able to see what exactly had happened.
Jake plucked the tiny form up between his pointer finger and thumb. Dalton was so tiny that Jake’s thumb completely eclipsed his torso. Dalton couldn’t be much more than three inches tall at this point. Jake didn’t want to admit that it was hot seeing Dalton like this, but he was already boning up again.
“Oh shit, oh shit, I’m sorry. I panicked.” Dalton could hear Jake muttering. Dalton couldn’t even register what Jake might be apologizing about. As far as he was concerned this was the best moment of his life. His entire field of vision was filled with Jake’s beautiful face. Dalton could do nothing but stare at the massive crystal blue eye in front of him. As his mind continued to wander he began to wonder what it would be like to swim through those brilliant blue pools. Maybe if he was just a little smaller he could actually find out.
Dalton was so overwhelmed by the giant before him that he let out a low moan and came again completely hands free. Jake jerked his head back in surprise, but he wasn’t fast enough to avoid the spray. It was a huge jet of spooge for Dalton, but it was only a marginal splatter for Jake.
Jake absent-mindedly wiped the jizz from his cheek with his free hand. “Well. At least you seem to be enjoying yourself.” Jake looked over the tiny form held between his fingers. “But I mean it. I promise I will find some way to fix this.”
Dalton flashed Jake a contented smile and weakly held up one hand in a cheesy thumbs up. “No rush.”
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Alan proudly walked back into his dorm room after the show he had given some of the other guys in the showers. He saw Steve still lying in bed. By now Steve was no longer nursing his afterglow, but was too lazy to get up, especially since they had no plans for the rest of the day.
“Hey, man. It’s Friday night. The frat houses will all be throwing keggers. I for one am in the mood to get positively shit faced.” Alan said with a grin.
“Eh… I dunno man. I kind of want to give my liver and brain cells a night off after last night.” Steve replied warily.
“Oh, come on! When did you get to be such a pussy?” Alan snapped back jokingly.
“It’s like my mom always said, ‘You are what you eat.” Steve responded with a sage nod.
“So what? You saying I’m a dick?” Alan replied with a healthy dose of good natured snark.
“Well, I was either going to say that or an ass.” Steve replied with a casual shrug.
“You always were more of a fan of ass than dick.” Alan replied as he rolled his eyes. “Speaking of ass… does mine look bigger to you?”
“You sound more like a woman, than normal today, dude.” Steve shot back but took a glance at his friend’s rear end anyway. It was big alright, but that wasn’t the real thing that caught his eye. Alan’s mega cock seemed even more mega today. “Eh, I suppose. You been working out lately?”
“Not really…” Alan replied thoughtfully as he ran a hand over his thick cheeks. His ass was definitely huge, even more so than normal. He had a naturally round, bubble butt, but underneath that, he had always had very thick glutes, a bit of a side effect from having to carry around that massive cock and balls of his; he had much more muscle definition in his ass, thighs, abs, and lower back as a result. Still, it seemed even more muscular than he remembered. He quickly shook the idea out of his mind. He didn’t have any particular reason to complain, anyway. His ass looked fantastic.
“I keep tallin’ ya bro. You should do a little cardio. You’ve got plenty of muscle to you. Just trim that layer of pudge off, and the hotties will come flocking to you. Maybe throw in some bench presses while you’re at it. You’re the only guy I know with muscular legs and no chest or arm definition. Usually it’s the other way around.” Steve responded.
“I suppose, but that sounds too much like work.” Alan said with only partially feigned disgust, but then perked up and rapidly changed subjects. “Back on topic. Let’s get wasted.”
Steve sighed in response. “Do you really want to get trashed or do you just want an excuse to sit around with your dick out in public?”
“Both is good.” Alan replied with a silly grin. “Nah, but I heard there are some good parties going on tonight.”
“I’m not doing Lambda house again.” Steve replied with a touch of annoyance audible in his voice.
“Why not? You seemed to hit it off pretty well last time we went.” Alan asked curiously.
“Yeah. With the guys. I had to turn down pretty much every dude at that party.” Steve replied. The snark was so heavy in his voice that Alan swore he could actually hear Steve’s eyes rolling.
“There were plenty of the girls there, too.” Alan responded.
“Yeah, but all the ladies were interested in other ladies.” Steve groaned in annoyance.
“There were plenty of straight girls there. I talked to quiet a few of them myself.” Alan responded.
“I guess, but I didn’t feel like going for it. The majority of them wanted nothing to do with me simply because I came equipped with the wrong parts.” Steve said as he sighed dejectedly.
“Oh no. How awful.” The sarcasm in Alan’s reply was so thick that Steve could almost feel it dripping from his words. “Anyway, since you are so opposed to it, then you pick some place.” Alan continued with a shrug.
“Well, my sources say that Epsilon Phi is having a huge kegger tonight. That could be fun.” Steve said thoughtfully.
“Eh. I dunno. Frat jocks and I don’t mix that well.” Alan replied skeptically.
“What? I thought you loved frat jocks.” Steve shot Alan a sly grin and waggled his eyebrows a few times to make the double entendre even more obvious.
“Oh, I do. I love beating off to them, but they prefer beating up to me. See the problem here?” Alan sneered a bit as he commented.
“Oh come on. This isn’t high school anymore. They’ll be totally cool with you being there. Just remember, Jocks are like snakes. They are more afraid of you than you are of them, so don’t overtly try to get into any of their pants unless they make the first move.” By this time, Steve was standing right beside his overly hung bud and threw an arm over Alan’s shoulder as he tried to reassure him.
“Ok, fine, but if they start being douchelords, I’m out of there.” Alan exclaimed in resignation. Truth be told, Alan wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea of going to that particular frat bash. They had a reputation of having great parties, and there would certainly be a lot of guy candy to ogle in the process. He just hoped he didn’t pop a bone at an inopportune time. It seems the bigger and manlier the dude, the more insecure he is about his sexuality.
“So. Enough talk about tonight. Let’s talk about now. I haven’t eaten since yesterday.” Steve said while rubbing his belly. Alan’s own stomach growled loudly as if to agree with his friend. Alan had not had anything to eat himself today either unless you counted a load or two from Steve.
“What are ya feeling?” Alan replied while he pulled on a moderately clean t-shirt.
“Burgers n fries my, good man. Burgers n fries.” Steve gave Alan a jovial clap on the back as he turned to gather up some clothes of his own.
Steve quickly pulled on a shirt, a pair of boxers, and some jeans, but Alan took a little longer. He only had one article of clothing to put on, but getting his junk into his briefs took a fair amount of work. After a minute of adjusting and shifting he finally had the majority of his junk secured in the front pouch of his tight, red boxer briefs. Alan admired himself in the mirror for a moment. He was looking pretty good recently; he had been trimming down a little bit over the last few months which was causing his muscles to show off a little bit, and of course his absolutely gigantic bulge was undeniably hot. His big beach ball sized nuts were packed tightly into the front pouch of his boxer briefs, and his huge thick cock was nestled in between him. His junk was packed in so tightly that every outline of the veins in his cock were clearly visible; there was even a clear outline of the edge of his foreskin as it covered most of the head of his dick. Even with the tightly packed fabric pulling everything upwards and inwards, his package still jutted out over a two feet in front of him and reached down to his knees. His nuts were so large that they made his bulge wider than his hips, which when given how thick and muscular his thighs and ass were now, was a pretty huge wingspan.
The pouch didn’t even hold all of Alan’s goods. The black waistband didn’t pull all the way back to his waist, leaving the last seven or eight inches of his incredibly thick cock exposed to the elements. His T-shirt wasn’t nearly long enough to cover his pubes, leaving those exposed as well. All the excess force in the front had caused the rear to be pulled extra taut as well. His huge, sexy, bubble butt was so clearly visible that it was as if every contour of his cheeks were engraved directly into the fabric. The legs of the boxer briefs reached about halfway down to his knees, but his muscles were so large now that the pant legs seemed painted onto his thighs.
Alan slipped on a pair of shoes and was ready to go. He had long since stopped wearing pants over top of his briefs. As he figured, it was similar in form and function to other guys going to class in pajama bottoms, and the short pant legs on his underwear were plenty long enough to be classified as shorts.
Steve took a brief glance at his friend’s overstuffed pants and rolled his eyes. “You know, it wouldn’t kill ya to order a size up. It’ll give ya some room to grow into.” Alan just cocked his head to the side and furrowed his brown as he looked at Steve with an expression of confusion and apprehension. Steve started to feel a little uncomfortable too. He fidgeted a bit and scratched the back of his neck as he responded. “Oh, come on. It was just a joke… wasn’t it?” Something was gnawing at the back of his mind. He had meant it as just a joke, but somewhere deep down in his subconscious it was as if he was speaking an actual warning.
The two of them shrugged it off and made their way to the campus plaza. Alan got a lot of looks from girls and guys alike on the way. He of course didn’t mind one bit; in fact, he even hammed it up as he passed by. He would sway his hips from side to side as he sauntered along, causing his muscular cheeks to clench and sway and his massive bulge to bounce from side to side.
The two dudes had a decent enough dinner at the little burger shop on campus. It was little more than a fast food joint, but it was good food. They hung around and talked for awhile as they waited for the last few hours of the afternoon to go by. With his junk tucked away safely under the table, Alan had a great time just being a perfectly average college dude for awhile. He was able to just sit around and hang out with his best bud, and nobody looked at him funny. It was strange and more than a little unsettling how nostalgic it all seemed to him.
The sun was beginning to set, and the two friends were finishing up their dinner. “You know… I think this is what I needed.” Alan suddenly said.
“A burger? Hell yeah. There’s a reason these things are cure-alls in Earthbound.” Steve replied enthusiastically.
“Not exactly what I was referring to.” Alan responded with a strangely contented smile. “I dunno. Things have been feeling strangely stressful lately. I can’t really explain it, but I feel like I needed an afternoon of just sitting around and broing it up.”
“That’s what I’m here for.” Steve was grinning ear to ear.
“So, about tonight… still feeling like staying in?” Alan asked with an equal mix of curiosity and concern.
“Maybe… Definitely not feeling the frat scene tonight, if that’s what you’re asking.” Steve shrugged as he commented.
“Pretty much what I was asking. Last night was pretty rough. I feel like I could use a quiet night in.”
“Listen to us. We sound like an old married couple.” Steve laughed loudly.
“I guess we do kind of.” Alan joined in. Steve’s laughter could be petty infectious when he was in a good mood.
“Well the night is still young and tomorrow is Saturday. Let’s go back home for the weekend. I’ve still got the xbox and the big screen at my folks place.” Steve said with a grin.
“That sounds great, actually.” Alan replied enthusiastically.
“Let’s get some booze on the way, though. You know my parents try to keep the house dry.” Steve commented as he stood up to throw his trash away.
“I thought you didn’t want to drink tonight.”
“Oh, please. Like I’d turn down booze. I just didn’t want to go out and get shit faced. There’s a difference.”
“Fair enough. We can get a case on our way into town.”
The trek back to the dorms was even more uneventful as the trip to the plaza. It was no longer peak hours on campus, and a large percentage of the student body had already skipped town for the weekend. When Alan and Steve got back to their room they immediately started packing for the weekend.
Alan grabbed a spare t-shirt and a spare pair of shorts and called it good. He really didn’t have much in the way of a wardrobe, and he wasn’t at all opposed to wearing the same things for a few days in a row. Steve on the other hand scooped up the entire dirty clothes pile and loaded it into a trash bag to take with him. Laundry is always a much easier task when it is dumped on unsuspected family members.
While Steve was loading up on dirty laundry, Alan packed a few books and his laptop into his backpack. As much as he hated to do so, he did actually have to do schoolwork once in a while, and if they decided to stay in town all weekend, he would be much better off having his school supplies with him. Alan was pretty sure that he had all the books he might need during the weekend, but just to be sure he scooped up a few more items from the small table in the corner of the room; a calculus textbook, a small, fancy looking black box, a graphing calculator, his external hard drive, and a few other tiny odds and ends.
The two of them were in Steve’s car and on their way down the road in less than half an hour. Alan pushed the seat all the way back, but his immense junk was still pretty cramped in between his lap and the dashboard. This is exactly why he never bothered driving anywhere anymore. The steering column always got in the way of his massive package. It hadn’t been so bad back when he was sixteen and had first gotten his license, but that was back before he had really hit his growth spurt. Nowadays it was just far too crowded down there for his tastes.
The drive back to Steve’s place took roughly an hour plus an extra fifteen minutes to stop in at a convenience store and load up on beer. It would have only taken them three minutes to get in, pay, and get out, but of course, there was a little old lady trying to pay for her gas with coins from her purse.
They pulled up to Steve’s parents’ place. It was a nice, two story house. Steve’s parents weren’t particularly wealthy, but their house was far enough on the outskirts of town that the property values were nice and low.
Steve made a quick detour to throw the dirty clothes into the laundry room and then rejoined Alan down in the basement where a small home theater was set up. He was greeted by a territorial dispute over the xbox and the accompanying home theater set-up.
“We had it first!” cried the first guy, who looked very much like a younger, cleaner version of Steve. His hair was the same dark brown color that Steve’s was only his was kept short and neatly trimmed.
“Rod and Todd here refuse give up the rig.” Alan recapped for Steve.
“Come on, dweeb. You’ve had it all week. Let us have it for the night!” Steve called back to his younger brother.
“Too damn bad! I have a friend over tonight, and we’re going to play!” Steve’s younger brother, Todd, continued to argue.
“Actually… my name is Daniel.” Todd’s friend replied quietly. The boy was small and mousey with big glasses and hair that was such a light shade of brown that it almost looked ashy grey. He was trying not to stare at Alan’s massive bulge but was failing miserably.
“Whatever. You’re with Todd, so your name automatically defaults to Rod.” Alan replied teasingly.
“Let go, cockbite! You’ve got your own PS3 in your room. The Xbox is mine.” Steve said trough clenched teeth as he wrestled Todd for control of the console. Todd had the splotchy red and black controller clenched to his chest with an iron grip.
“Fuck you! There’s only one controller for that, and our guest wants to use the Xbox!” Todd shouted back as he tried to throw off the slightly taller and more wirey version of himself.
“I don’t mind… really.” Daniel muttered.
Alan cracked open a can and picked up one of a couple of extra controllers off of the shelf while the two brothers continued their Wrestlemania bout for supremacy. “Catch.” He said as he tossed one to Daniel and plopped down on the couch beside the smaller high-schooler. “They’ll be at it a while, so let’s get a few matches in.” Alan added with a grin as he started up the game.
Steve and Todd continued to tussle while Alan and Dan fired up the game. Despite his quiet demeanor, Dan proved to be a very aggressive player. He would even mutter long, quiet streams of obscenities as he mowed through people with whatever he had in his arsenal. By the time Steve and Todd had finally worn each other out. Alan had already downed three beers and was getting pleasantly buzzed.
“Man. It’s hot down here.” Alan murmured as he peeled his shirt off. Dan was trying hard not to stare, but the occasional side eye glances were all too obvious to anyone in the room. More and more his eyes were drawn to Alan’s massive package, especially now that his nicely trimmed, brown treasure trail was exposed. It provided a perfect path for Dan’s eyes to travel on their way to the goods.
“Come on, Dan. Let’s go back to my room. We can watch a movie or something.” Todd said dejectedly. His pride had taken a much harsher beating than his body. He liked to pass himself off as the cool guy on campus, and getting pimp smacked into submission by his older brother in front of his friend was about as far away from cool as he could get.
“You don’t have to do that.” Alan remarked warmly. There’s four controllers. We could easily all play.”
“Yeah… I would like that.” Daniel replied quietly.
“Fuck that. Danny here hasn’t played that game much. He’d get slaughtered playing against you two.” Todd replied indignantly. He really wasn’t worried about his friend at all, but he had already lost just about all the face he had after being whooped so thoroughly already. He knew he didn’t stand a chance against Steve in game, and he couldn’t bear the thought of looking even more like a chump in front of his friend. He didn’t know how uncool he must look, but he figured he was at least three buses, a long walk, and eight quid in a taxi from cool.
“That’s fine.” Alan responded. “I’ve never done campaign mode on this, and it has four players. Let’s just hang out and beat the game.”
Todd looked at Alan skeptically for a minute before sighing. “Fine. I suppose that’ll be alright, but I got dibs on Sam.”
“Fine by me. I far prefer Jayce.” Alan replied.
“You would, fag.” Todd responded snarkily. “O-O-O-HOW!” he yelped as Steve punched him hard in the shoulder. “I was just playing, jeez.” Todd rubbed the sore spot on his arm for a minute. He rolled his sleeve up to survey the damage. He could already see the outline of a bruise forming.
Steve peeled his shirt off too as he hopped onto the couch beside Alan. The basement didn’t have working air conditioning. All the cool air they got down there was secondhand from the main floor, but even with the steady flow of cool air, having the water heater down there with them more then counteracted it. Dan looked at Alan and Steve and then nervously unbuttoned his shirt and added it to the pile.
Now that his shirt off, Alan could get a better look at Dan’s build. The high-schooler was extremely skinny and pale; His skin was ghostly white, and he was so skinny that the contours of his ribs were clearly visible. Dan’s torso was dotted with freckles and completely devoid of hair; even his armpits were clean shaven, and as Alan’s eyes drifted lower towards the boy’s waistline, he could see that Dan was clean shaven below the belt as well.
“You need to lighten up.” Steve commented as he dangled a can in front of Dan’s face.
“Oh, no… I couldn’t” Dan stammered as he stared at the can of booze suspended in front of his eyes.
“What? Not twenty-one?” Steve replied with a playful smirk. “News flash. Neither is Todd, but he’s been drinking for years. Isn’t that right, Todd?” Todd just gave Dan a thumbs up as he guzzled his own can.
“Look. If you don’t feel comfortable, don’t have any, but this is a pretty good time to try some and see if you like it, and Steve and I will make sure you don’t get wasted. Best to try it out when you are with friends who will watch out for you and not at some random party where it’s a bunch of strangers getting shit faced.” Alan placed a hand on Dan’s shoulder and smiled reassuringly as he spoke.
Dan considered for a moment and then hesitantly nodded and accepted the can. He spent the better part of the first hour slowly sipping at his drink and grimacing from the taste, but he was enjoying hanging out with the two college guys, especially the obscenely hung one.
Finally the guys reached a major plot point which led to a long, drawn out cut scene. A few seconds into the cut scene a green X began to flash on the screen. “Come on, someone else hit it so we cans skip this gay shit.” Todd groaned in annoyance, which caused his brother to once again punch him in the shoulder. “Ow! Cut it out!”
“You know the rules. No skipping cut scenes if not everyone has seen it.” Steve scolded is brother.
“I don’t mind…” Dan replied.
“Yeah, but I do. I actually want to see this.” Alan responded. “And besides, this gives me a chance to stretch.” Alan got up from his seat and pulled a few more cans from the case. When he got back to the couch, he distributed the drinks and then began to pull down his shorts.
“Dude! What gives!?” Todd shouted indignantly. He was more surprised than he was disgusted, but he was trying to play the super straight dude for his friend; he had a reputation to maintain, after all.
“What? It’s hot as hell down here, and these shorts are not neither comfy nor easy to wear.” Alan remarked as he bent down and pulled off his shorts. He was facing Todd as he did so which caused him to unintentionally shove his ass in Dan’s face as he bent down. As those glorious mounds hovered little more than a foot away, Dan had to summon every ounce of resolve to not lean forward and bury his face in that amazing ass. He had gotten a pretty good idea of just how huge and sculpted Alan’s butt was through the fabric of his briefs, but nothing could have prepared him for seeing it fully exposed and so close in front of his face.
“I kind of wondered how long it would take to get to this point.” Steve commented as he undid his own belt and began sliding his pants off. He didn’t even bother getting up from the couch to do so. He just lifted his ass up a few inches and slid his jeans and boxers off in one clean motion.
Dan’s face was beet red by this point, but the booze was not the culprit. He couldn’t believe how much hot guy skin he was getting to see tonight. He had heard rumors throughout the school that Todd was supposedly pretty hung, and if his older brother was any indication, the rumors were true. Dan was torn. On one hand, he was starting to feel a little awkward being clothed in the company of these two nude college dudes, but on the other hand, he was afraid to go the full Monty. Not only was he in the presence of his best bud, but it was pretty clear he was way outclassed by the two college guys. Steve’s big dick was easily ten inches, and Alan’s was beyond the scope of conventional rulers; it might even be beyond the scope of conventional yard sticks at this point.
Dan took a deep breath and tried to steel his resolve. When that failed, he cracked open a can and downed half its contents in one long swig. He almost gagged from the taste; sipping was bad enough, but power slamming it was horrible. The beer was beyond bitter. This wasn’t an acquired taste; it was Stockholm Syndrome for the tongue.
He didn’t feel particularly different after that, but he hoped that he had ingested enough liquid courage to actually give him the resolve to nut up and strip down. He stood up and undid the buttons on the front of his cargo shorts. With the fastens undone, his shorts fell off completely on their own, but his underwear would take a little more work. He felt a little silly and more than a little uncool in his tighty-whities. Steve had had cool and colorful boxers, and Alan had had those bright and custom fitted briefs. Dan was embarrassed to be seen in his default white, K-mart bought fruit of the looms. He felt like he was wearing kid clothes. He was so embarrassed by his underwear that he quickly pealed them off and added them to the pile.
Being completely nude was strangely liberating; the size of his dick didn’t seem to be anywhere near as big of a deal as he had made it out to be in his mind. Not that he was lacking down there. He was pretty well off in that regard, actually. He capped off at just a bit above seven inches when fully hard. He knew that that was above average, but he was in the presence of his well hung best friend and his best friend’s even better hung older brother. Alan no longer even counted as hung. His cock was so huge that it could be considered a separate entity. It was just so huge that Dan couldn’t even begin to compare himself to it.
Dan’s was a more of a shower than a grower, which he was very thankful for right now. His small frame made his wang look even larger proportionally. In its current chubbed up state, his dick was almost as big as Steve’s, but he knew that Steve’s cock hadn’t even begun to inflate yet. Dan’s dick was every bit as pale as the rest of him, and had plenty of extra skin to it; his foreskin completely covered the head of his cock and even had a little bit left over. Even though he was a senior, he felt like a kid next to these two college guys, and even though neither of them were cut as well, the heads of their cocks weren’t completely covered like Dan’s was which made them look more mature.
As Dan sat back down next to Alan, Alan turned to him. Alan was noticeably concerned as he spoke to Dan. “Woah, dude. You look like a tomato. I think it might be time to dial it back a bit on the booze.”
Even though, the beer wasn’t the primary culprit in Dan’s flushed cheeks, the last bit was really starting to get to him hard. He was starting to feel a little fuzzy, but overall he felt pretty good. “I’m fine… really.” Dan replied quietly.
“You may be, but it’s my job to look out for you.” Alan responded. Dan looked at him with a bit of confusion clearly visible on his face. Alan could see tell that Dan didn’t understand and so he threw an arm over Dan’s comfortingly over Dan’s shoulder. “It’s your first time. You need to take things nice and slow and get a feel for things.” Dan knew Alan was talking about drinking and not other things, but in his currently slightly aroused and slightly tipsy state, it was hard for him to not think of it sexually.
“That’s enough beer for now. I’ll get you some water.” Alan concluded as he gave Dan a jovial clap on the back and up and walked up the stairs to go get a glass for Dan. Dan could do nothing but stare in amazement at Alan’s amazingly sculpted ass as it swayed and flexed with each stepped.
“Does he ever wear clothes?” Todd scoffed.
“Not usually.” Steve said with a casual shrug. “You get used to it pretty quick, actually. Speaking of which, you should join us. You look like a tool.”
“I’d rather be a tool than some queer.” Todd snapped back with forced bravado. He was still trying to save face with his friend. If word got out that he was hanging out naked with his brother’s gay friend, his social standing would be devastated.
“Oh, come on. That’s no way to talk about your friend.” Steve replied. Dan’s heart stopped in his chest. He knew he was busted for sure. Steve seemed to smile at him and give him a sly wink, but Todd completely missed it.
“He’s your friend, not mine.” Todd replied as he downed the rest of his can. “But, I’ll prove that I’m secure enough to let it all hang out.”
Dan’s heart would have put even the best of BMW’s German engineering to shame as it went from a full stop to pounding at sixty miles per hour in under a second. He had fantasized many times about seeing Todd in all his splendor, but never once did he imagine he would actually be seeing it. Now that Todd’s shirt was off, Dan could see that while Todd wasn’t really what he would call buff, he definitely did have a lot more definition than his older brother.
Dan didn’t even know when he had stopped breathing, but his chest was starting to hurt. It didn’t matter though; he refused to inhale until the goods were on display. He had forgone any pretense of not staring at this point. His eyes were focused intently on Todd’s fingers as they undid the button on the front of his shorts. Dan’s heart pounded harder and harder as Todd’s bush came into view followed by his thick cock.
The rumors were true. Todd’s dick was every bit as amazing as Dan had hoped. It was not quite as long as Steve’s but it was longer than Dan’s and amazingly thick. Dan could have stared at that beer can thick cock for hours, but fortunately, he was distracted before Todd could become suspicious.
Dan turned and looked towards the noise to see Alan coming back down the stairs with a glass of water in each hand. With each and every step he took, his massive cock and balls jiggled and bounced. Dan made no effort to avert his gaze from the lewd spectacle before him; he couldn’t even if he had wanted to. By the time Alan had reached him, Dan’s cock was fully erect.
As soon as he realized it, Dan spun back around in his chair so he was facing the TV and bowed his head and folded his arms in his lap to cover his shame. Alan plopped down right beside him and handed him his drink. “Here you go.” Alan said cheerfully, but then added in a whisper. “Act natural. You’re just going to draw attention to yourself if you hide it like that.”
Dan nodded in response, but was still having trouble willing himself to sit upright. Alan slid down in the seat a bit as if he was getting comfortable and pulled his massive dong up to his chest. Dan watched curiously as Alan crossed one leg over the other and then let his cock drop. His humongous wang was now draped over his leg. At first Dan figured that Alan’s cock must now be so huge that he couldn’t cross his legs with it in the way, but he quickly realized that Alan had just created the perfect camouflage for him. If Todd were to look his way, he’d be greeted with the sigh of Alan’s huge dick, and given that Todd was noticeably trying to avoid ever looking at Alan or his gigantic cock, Dan was effectively invisible.
Dan felt relieved that Alan was looking out for him like this. He felt so safe and comfortable around this guy. He just wished that he could get his boner to die down. The four guys resumed their game, and things went smoothly enough for the next chapter. Dan had stopped drinking altogether by this point. Now that they were pleasantly buzzed, Alan and Steve had seriously cut back too, but Todd didn’t have the experience or the restraint that his brother had and was still knocking back cans.
Dan had hoped that the game would get his mind off of all the amazing dicks hanging out, but it didn’t seem to help. His eyes kept drifting from the screen and over to Alan’s massive cock. It wasn’t long before he was so hard that he even had pre leaking from his dick.
Alan noticed Dan’s plight and decided to take things to the next level. Whenever there was a lull in the action he would casually stroke his enormous dick. As far as Todd could tell, Alan was just a little drunk and horny, but Steve knew better. He and Alan had been drinking together for ages now. There was no way he was trashed after just four cans. Steve glanced over and noticed that Dan wasn’t going to hold out much longer and realized exactly what it was that Alan was doing.
Steve paused the game and started unabashedly jacking off right there on the couch. “Dude, what the fuck!” Todd shouted as he noticed his older brother pounding one out right next to him.
“What? I need to get off.” Steve replied casually as he continued to stroke away. “You don’t like it, you can leave.”
“Maybe I will.” Todd replied with a bit of disgust in his voice. “Come on, Danny. Let’s get out of here.”
“Um… Nah, I think I’m fine here.” Dan replied quietly.
“Well, look at that. You’re the only one here with a problem.” Steve remarked with a smug grin on his face.
“You queers gonna start blowing each other now?” Todd sneered.
“I don’t plan on blowing anyone, but if Alan wants to he’s more than welcome to suck me off. You should let him do you, too. He’s far better than any of the girls I’ve been with.” Steve responded without ever losing his smug demeanor.
Todd was completely taken aback by what he was hearing. “You’re joking, right?”
“Not at all. A mouth’s a mouth. You’d be amazed at the advantages of a gay roommate. Some days I need to get off, and my girl isn’t available. I can just ride him instead.” Steve continued. He didn’t really think of Alan as his go to fuck buddy on the side, but he loved making his kid brother squirm. “His ass is seriously amazing. It’s so tight and warm.” Steve was already rock hard by this point and began to leak a little pre as if to really drive home his point.
“Dude. That’s gay!” Todd reacted in shock.
“Is it? I’m not the one getting butt-fucked, and besides, it’s not that big of a deal even if it is a little gay.” Steve shrugged as he continued so jack off.
Alan turned to Dan and whispered. “Look. Todd’s not going to remember most of this in the morning, and as far as he knows, you’re completely wasted. Just let loose and enjoy it.” Alan then turned back to Steve. Steve noticed his cue and repositioned himself so he was leaning back against the armrest with his legs spread apart.
Alan got down on his knees and wrapped his lips around Steve’s rigid cock. It was the best of both worlds. He got to have a dick in his mouth, and make some homophobic douchenozzle cringe. He decided to make sure it was extra loud and sloppy as he went down on his bud.
It hadn’t been more than a few hours since Alan had sucked off Steve, but it felt like weeks ago. Steve had a great sized cock for sucking. Alan especially loved how it poked the back of his throat as he slid up and down along the length of the shaft. He made sure to really lock his lips tight and run his tongue all over his friend’s cock as he deep throated it. Steve’s moan just got him even more worked up and eager to please.
Alan could feel his own mammoth wang really stirring to life as he really got into sucking his friend off. He would have been fully boned in no time even without what happened next.
Dan decided to take what Alan had said to heart. Maybe it was the little bit of beer in his system. Maybe it was the fact that he felt so safe around the amazingly hung college bro. Maybe it was because there was quite possibly the biggest, buffest, sexiest ass he had ever seen waggling no more than a foot from his face. Whatever the reason, Dan needed in on the action before he creamed himself just from sitting on the sidelines.
Dan placed a hand on each of Alan’s huge, muscular cheeks and massaged them with his fingers as he spread them wide. He then leaned in and planted his lips right on Alan’s tight, puckered hole. In between deep kisses he would like and suck on any area in his reach. He could feel Alan’s whole body shudder as he flicked his tongue along the rim of Alan’s asshole.
Alan felt a shudder of pleasure run up his spine as Dan rimmed him. He was surprised at the intensity of it more than anything. Whatever this boy lacked in experience he more than made up for with zeal. Alan had to pull off of Steve’s cock and catch his breath as he felt the tip of Dan’s tongue slide into him.
Steve could feel something very strange. His mind wasn’t really in top shape since he was mildly tipsy and majorly horny. It felt as though something was pushing up against his butt. He looked down and realized that the head of Alan’s massive shaft was pressed right against his underside. Steve could barely comprehend the sheer size of it. It was probably as thick around as he was. There was no way something like that was big every going to slide inside of him; which was just as well, since Steve had no intention of ever bottoming for anyone.
He chose not to worry about it. After all, it felt kind of nice the way it was bucking and twitching. The head of Alan’s cock was already flaring up so it was like it was rocking him back and forth; it was so squishy and yet firm that it was like one of those massaging pillows that everyone likes to try out at those gadget stores at the mall, but never actually buy.
Feeling Alan shuddering under him was all the incentive that Dan needed to ramp up oral action. Dan had completely put his own erection out of his mind, even though it was so hard that it was throbbing for release. His sole purpose in life was to make his new friend feel absolutely amazing. He redoubled his efforts and dug in even deeper. No longer content to just flick at the entrance, Dan focused on kissing deeper and even more passionately. Between kisses he licked and sucked deeper and harder. Alan’s panting was steadily getting heavier until finally he let out a loud, low moan.
Alan couldn’t hold it back anymore, nor did he want to. He surrendered himself to the biggest climax of his life. He gritted his teeth as all the synapses in his brain fire at once. A rush of warm jizz pumped through his massive cock and crashed against his friend who was unfortunate enough to be sitting right in the line of fire. Some part of his mind knew that he was cumming all over Steve, but he couldn’t even muster the most basic of resistance. Powerful jets of cum flooded out of his cock and crashed against Steve’s underside.
Steve realized what was happening the second he heard Alan moan, but he was so wrapped up in his own sexual haze that he couldn’t even begin to care. The streams of jizz splashed against his ass with impressive force. It was strangely soothing in its own way. The pressurized bursts were almost like hot, sticky massages for his posterior, kind of like those fancy ass cleaning toilets they have in France, only much more powerful, much more sticky, and doing the exact opposite of getting him clean.
When Alan’s momentous climax finally died down, he rolled over and off of the couch. His hefty cock and balls followed behind as he did so. He looked up at Dan with a contented grin on his face and managed to choke out between gasps of breath. “Holy shit… I need you inside me.”
With Alan’s dick no longer propping him up, Steve slid down the saturated arm rest and coasted to a stop in the massive cum puddle that now covered much of the couch. Since the couch was covered in that really cheap, plasticy faux leather, the large pool of spunk just made the gooey kind of like a slimy slip and slide. Steve didn’t even mind that he was effectively bathing in his friend’s cum. He was just glad to see Dan and Alan in such high spirits.
Alan staggered to his feet and off towards to side of the room where he had left his backpack. His massive, soft but still chubbed up cock scraped against the carpet as he did so. He passed by Todd who was leaning against the wall watching the entire scene with a dumbfounded look of awe on his face.
Todd couldn’t believe what he had just seen. His brother and his best friend had just had a hot, sloppy three way with the queer his brother seemed to like so much. The worst part was he actually kind of thought it was hot. Just listening to them all moaning, and groaning, and sucking, and fucking was getting him hot under the collar. He didn’t have any interest in dudes, but they all really seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Todd’s horny and drunk mind couldn’t quite remember why he was so defensive tonight. He usually wasn’t such an obnoxious and vocal homophobe, but he felt the need to put on airs in front of his friend. He and Danny had been best buds forever. They had shared a tent during pretty much every summer camp out they had ever gone on. He had heard all the rumors circulating school about Danny. The other students all called him a fag when they didn’t think they could hear them. Todd always did his best to put down rumors and the people spreading them, but after what he had seen, it was hard to deny.
His mind was hazy, and he wasn’t in the best state to be having deep, meaningful introspective soul searches yet that is exactly what he was doing. It always seemed that getting drunk seemed to lay all of someone’s insecurities bare for them and everyone else to see. He and Danny had been inseparable. So what happens if Dan turns out to be some queer? Does that mean he was going to be deemed gay by association? Todd couldn’t process it all. All he wanted was to keep on being friends. He could handle a few rumors.
Alan opened his bag and pulled out a small clear bottle. He had taken to always packing a tube of lube with him, especially if he was traveling with Steve. It was not all that uncommon for the two buds to bond a little when both were awake and horny in the wee hours of the morning.
Alan popped the top off as he staggered back to Dan. His massive dong seemed even more awkward and unwieldy today than he remembered. The tip kept brushing against the carpet as he walked, and it was irritating him both physically and mentally.
Dan was still rock hard as Alan got down on his knees before him. He was pretty sure he knew what was about to happen, but he still could not believe it. He watched as Alan poured large quantities of lube into the palm of his hands and rubbed his hands together. Once both of his hands were suitably coated, Alan closed the bottle and ran his ands along Dan’s rigid cock. Dan felt his knees go weak as Alan’s hands masterfully astro-glided up and down and over and under his cock and balls. Dan’s cock twitched and bucked as Alan skillfully laminated his shaft while tugging and playing with his nuts.
“Be careful there. You wouldn’t want to nut before we even get to the good part.” Alan teased as he slowed his skillful stroking.
Dan’s heart was pounding in his chest. He was about to have his first real time with a guy, and he couldn’t even imagine how it could be better than that hand-job he had just received. He would have been fine if Alan had let him cum right then and there. Especially since Alan’s face was right there. If Dan had cum he would have creamed all over he mega-hung stud’s face. Dan could feel his dick lurch back as he imagined giving the brown haired beauty a facial. It took every ounce of his muscle control and will power to keep himself from busting a nut at that very second.
He snapped out of his reverie to see Alan standing right in front of him, or rather, he saw Alan’s massive erect cock in front of him. The tip of the shaft was so high up that it was eye level with its owner. Dan couldn’t even fathom what it must be like to be so fantastically hung. He wanted to climb up and start making out with the head of that amazing dick, but Alan was already moving back to the couch.
Alan got back on the couch and got down on his hands and knees. His rigid cock was so impossibly huge now that he was basically lying across it like a bench. The tip of his spongy cock was the perfect height to serve as a nice pillow for him to rest his head on.
From Dan’s current position, All he could really see of Alan was his huge, sexy ass and absolutely immense beanbag chair balls. It was such an amazingly sexy sight that he could have blown his load right then and there. He struggled to keep his raging hard-on in check as it streamed even more pre. There was no way in hell he was going to bust his nut early, not when he had the most amazing ass he had ever seen eagerly awaiting his arrival. He could even see Alan’s hole twitching in anticipation, which to say the least didn’t make keeping his load down any easier.
Dan climbed up behind Alan and lined his slicked up rigid dick right up with Alan’s quivering hole. It was pretty obvious that both of them were very eager to get to the next step. Dan took a deep breath and watched intently as the tip of his dick slid into Alan’s fabulous ass. The feeling was magical. Dan wanted to just let his eyes roll back into his head and let the amazing sensations overtake him, but he forced his eyes to stay fixated as he slid inch after inch into Alan. He couldn’t even bring himself to breath for fear that it would wake him from this dream.
Finally his dick was all the way in. As Dan looked down it all seemed a little silly and a lot sexy. His legs and hips were shoved up against Alan’s massive nuts. Dan’s own little sparrows’ eggs looked positively miniscule next to the gigantic bean bag chairs that Alan had swinging between his legs. Dan was already thinking of how he wouldn’t mind nestling up against them when this was all said and done.
Dan managed to steady his ragged breathing as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth. His cock slid in and out of Alan as he did so. He could feel Alan’s hole clenching and gripping his shaft as he slid it in and out. Everything about this moment was absolutely perfect. He simultaneously wished it would never end and that he could hurry up and dump his load inside his new buddy.
Alan was content to just lie there as Dan steadily pumped in and out of him, but Steve had other ideas. He helped Alan slowly work his way upwards so that he was standing up on his knees. Dan managed to adjust his position and pacing flawlessly so that he too was standing on is knees. Dan wrapped his arms around Alan’s thick torso and nuzzled his face into Alan’s back as he continued to thrust in and out. With the two love birds positioned where he wanted them, Steve was free to move onto phase two. He was happy for those two and all, but he really wanted to get off, too.
Steve managed to straddle Alan’s massive dick and stand up on the couch. This put his dick right where he wanted it, lined up with Alan’s mouth. Alan wasted no time picking up where he left off sucking and licking Steve’s rock hard cock. The three of hem settled into a nice little rhythm of Dan pumping in and out of Alan’s ass; Alan rocking back and forth so he was able to better ride Dan’s cock and sucking on Steve’s cock; and Steve standing back and reaping the benefits of being the front car of the man train.
Todd was too far gone to bother wrestling with his inner demons any longer. The other three guys were having such a great time that it was making him horny too, and he just couldn’t stop staring at the massive, squishy cock head. That oozing slit looked so warm and inviting. He couldn’t even process that that belonged to another guy. In Todd’s addled mind, all he saw was a hot hole for him to plug with his cock. He was already thoroughly boned from listening to all the sexy moans from is friends and family; all that was left for him was to take the plunge.
Alan’s mind was already overloaded from the sensations from the front and back. He didn’t even know how to process the new sensation. Something was plugging his dick. It was an amazing sensation to have every available hole plugged up. He had never even entertained the notion of someone fucking his cock before, but it was happening and it was fantastic. The head of his cock was even more sensitive on the inside than it was on the outside. The entire tip of his cock was alive with waves of pleasure. It felt as if he was already cumming, but he had not yet even begun to shoot his load.
Dan was already nearing his limits before he started reaming Alan, but now that he was doing it, he didn’t want to stop. He struggled with his own limitations as he held down his load for as long as humanly possible, but eventually he hit a wall. He hugged Alan tighter as his balls clenched up and pumped their load deep into Alan’s ass. Dan fired thick load after load. The first four shots were absolutely massive, but he was quickly running out of spunk to dump. He was so horny and so overloaded with passion and pleasure that he refused to stop, though. He continued to plunge in and out, firing more and more shots with each thrust. The streams of jizz got steadily thinner and thinner until finally his dick was shuddering but nothing was coming out. Still he refused to stop. He wanted this to last forever if he could manage it. Each thrust caused more and more of his load to foam and churn as the froth spilled out of Alan’s ass. Dan was no longer able to maintain his erection, but still he kept trying to plow his friend’s amazing ass. Even after his cock softened he pumped back and forth until finally his dick slid out in defeat.
Alan could feel Dan’s loads pumping into him, which caused his to work Steve’s cock even more fervently. Each thrust from Dan caused him to go down deeper on Steve’s cock. Steve had been cocked, locked, and ready to rock for what seemed like hours now, and he didn’t need much more goading to get him unloading. Alan’s sucking this time was so deep and passionate that he had sent Steve over the edge in record time. As Steve dumped his nut in Alan’s mouth Alan sucked and slurped it down as fast as he could, all while running his tongue along Steve’s rigid shaft. Steve could feel Alan’s saliva mixing and mingling with his own load as the liquids washed over his cock. It was such an amazingly warm and pleasant feeling that he wished it didn’t have to end so soon. Alan swallowed the last of Steve’s load as Steve’s now soft and spent cock flopped out of his mouth.
Todd was too drunk and horny to really think his actions through. He dug his hands into the soft, spongy flesh of Alan’s cockhead to steady himself as he thrust in and out of the slit. It was so warm and tight around his beer can cock that he didn’t even care that it belonged to a dude. With each sloppy thrust, more and more of Alan’s pre would seep out and coat his abs and legs. Todd was already very much coated in the goop long before he was ready to cum. The head of Alan’s cock began to flare up, tightening around Todd’s dick in the process. It was so wet and tight that it felt like it was sucking him off. He couldn’t even register what the changes in pressure might mean until it was too late. Todd moaned softly as he pumped his spunk down the fleshy canal.
He was ready for that to be the end of it when Alan’s cock seized up violently. Large jets of spunk crashed against Todd’s cock and splashed against his body with immense force. The warm and sticky spooge continued to wash over him. In his booze addled state he did the only thing he could think of; he gripped the head of Alan’s cock tighter to try and steady himself. This just caused him to have to ride out the entire storm. The additional stimulation of Todd clinging to his dick made it even more pleasurable for Alan. It was as if Todd was jacking off just the tip of his cock as the younger guy was rocked and buffeted by torrents of jizz. Todd’s grip slipped and he started to stumble backwards. The ground was so saturated with cum that he had no way to steady himself and fell backwards. He thumped against the wall hard as Alan’s fire hose spray finally slowed to a stop. Todd was so drunk and tired by this point that he didn’t even care what had happened. He slid down against the wall and nodded off.
The other three were all now very spent. Alan settled himself onto the couch and snuggled up against his enormous wang as if it was a body pillow. Dan and Steve found nice, relatively clean spaces in the room to lie down and also pass out for the night. Dan was in the process of settling in, his mind still fuzzy from a little bit of booze and a lot a bit of afterglow, when he heard Steve come up behind him.
“Hey. How ya holding up?” Steve asked, genuinely concerned.
“Huh. Alright.” Dan replied. He couldn’t think of anything wrong that might warrant Steve’s concern.
“Look. I have kind of had my suspicions about you for awhile…” Steve explained. “I know my bro can be a toolbox, but I’ll talk to him and work on him. There’s no excuse for how he acted tonight.”
Dan knew exactly where this was going. It would be very hard for him to try and continue playing at being straight with Steve after having just had wet and wild man-sex right on his couch. Steve took a deep breath and continued. “So whenever you’re ready to come out… officially, anyway. Call me up. I’ll come and help in any way I can.” Dan was too overwhelmed with emotions and far too tired and tipsy to fully process them all. His mind just sort of ground to a halt. He did the only thing he could; he nodded. He was scared of what might happen with Todd, but he was so glad to have Steve on his side. He had grown up with Steve and Todd and in many ways, Steve was like an older brother. Steve in turn, had always thought of Danny as his other little brother, and there was no way he was going to let Todd mess things up.
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John stood staring as Alan approached. He had originally intended to do the gentlemanly thing and help his date get seated, but as the absolutely massive wall of muscle and cock strode towards him, John could think of nothing other than how amazing and sexy Alan looked. John’s own respectably huge dick was straining hard against the fabric of his pant leg.
Alan’s immense dick reached John’s position long before the rest of him did. The beast was longer than he was tall and more than twice as big around than even John’s impressively muscled chest. As the behemoth slowly glided by him like a coasting bus, John couldn’t help but fixate on it. The head of it began to pass directly beside him. It was just a few scant inches from bumping into Jon’s side.
John tried to keep his eyes on his date, but that enormous cock was just too good to be true. As it passed by him, he could almost imagine it plunging into him as foot after foot of it vanished from his view. Alan reached the table, but John was still too lost him his erotic daydream to move. Not that he could have gone anywhere even if he had been able to snap out of it. Alan’s immense shaft was now directly between him and the table, and Alan’s humongous, muscled bod filled his entire view. Alan made a motion to move towards the table, which caused the gigantic pouch of his briefs that housed his colossal nuts to bump against John.
“It’s all the way in.” John thought as he felt Alan’s huge nuts collide with him. Just the fantasy of having taken that enormous tool was enough to send him over the edge. He closed his eyes and let out a soft moan as huge quantities of jizz began to flow down his pant leg.
When John came to his senses he was immediately mortified by what he had done. He had just creamed his pants in public, and it was the hugest, messiest load of his life. He looked around, and was relieved to see that no one seemed to have even noticed. All eyes were on his massively brawny date. He still felt embarrassed that he couldn’t control his sexual urges like that. It had only been a few hours since he had gotten off, and yet he was feeling exceptionally pent up. He had always had a bit of trouble keeping his libido in check, though. It was an annoying side effect of his huge, basketball sized balls that always seemed to be producing huge quantities of cum.
Alan glanced down at the cascade of cum that was oozing down John’s leg. He was less interested in the flow of jizz than he was in the volume of it. Once the waterfall slowed to a halt, Alan noticed that the massive bulge down the side of the jock’s pant leg had noticeably softened, but it had not shrunken down at all. Alan grinned at this knowledge. John had become affected by the same spell that was changing him, but the football star didn’t even seem to realize it.
Alan had to wonder how things would have been different for him had he not had his best friend to help remind him of what was happening to him. If he had been unaware of his changes, would he have done thing differently? He wondered about how huge he would be now if he hadn’t felt the need to hold back. The thought simultaneously excited and terrified him.
Alan slowly took his seat. The table John had picked out was one of the extra high tables situated near the bar. John had probably picked it because it offered him a good view of the big screen TV hanging above the taps, but these tables had the unique advantage of being the few tables in the establishment that Alan could fit his junk under.
Alan had to gather up five barstools and arrange them in a cluster so that he would have a seat that could hold his massive bulk. His huge, muscular ass filled out all the chair tops and then some. They creaked in protest but appeared to hold out alright. The chairs probably would not have been able to hold his incredible weight had his balls not been so large that they rested on the ground. Alan’s cock rested comfortably above his humongous nuts and then angled downward until it too settled on the ground.
Alan picked up a menu and began to peruse what the place had to offer. This was more of a formality than anything at this point. Alan had been here plenty during the few years he had been attending this college. While Alan absentmindedly scanned the lines of text, John slowly and unsteadily pulled an extra barstool up to the table and took a seat. John was originally going to set his seat directly across from Alan, but Alan’s cock more than extended past the other side of the table. If John had wanted to sit there, he would have had to take a seat directly atop the huge, muscle stud’s enormous dick. As tempting as that was, John wasn’t sure he wanted to do that in a public place, especially not one with so many people watching intently.
Instead, Jon opted to place the seat on the end of the table closest to the main aisle. Alan’s cock and balls filled up so much of the space below the table that John had to tuck his feet away under the stool to keep himself from touching them. John was using every ounce of self control he had to not just start feeling up Alan’s immaculate cock or his glorious muscles. John had known Alan was huge, but somehow he had forgotten just how huge. His mind was reeling from the sheer size of his date. He could already feel his cock chubbing up again just from being in such close proximity to the godly dude.
Alan reached down and gave John a quick, comforting squeeze on the leg. To anyone looking and to even John himself, it would have seemed a completely harmless and maybe even endearing gesture, but Alan knew better. He grinned as he felt John’s huge swelling cock beneath his hand. Alan gave John’s thigh a gentle rubbing, which had the added benefit of causing his hand to tenderly stroke the jock’s dick in the process.
Alan beamed a winning smile at his date, which made John smile back at him. To anyone else watching it would seem like the two of them were really hitting it off, and to a point, they were. Alan wasn’t too interested in the football star, though. He was more excited by the power he unintentionally held over the jock. Alan could make John grow more and more, and the linebacker would never even know it had happened.
Conflicting thoughts flooded Alan’s mind. As exciting as it was to be able to grow John, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to. On one hand the jock would look even hotter with some extra muscle packed onto his already buff frame, but Alan liked being by far the biggest guy around. Alan also wasn’t sure if John would even like the changes. He wasn’t just making the guy bigger; Alan was causing John’s entire history to be edited. Alan had been pretty fortunate in his new past, but who could say John would be too? All that said though, who wouldn’t want a bigger dick?
Alan continued to think and ponder the moral and ethical ramifications of what he knew and what he chose to do with that knowledge. All the while he continued to mindlessly stroke the thickening bulge in the side of the linebacker’s pant leg. John had to shift and fidget to get comfortable as his huge cock continued to harden and extend. He wasn’t sure, but it felt even bigger than he remembered. It filled out more of his pants than he was used to, and he had to extend his leg to allow room for his humongous cock to snake down past his knee.
Alan was snapped from his thoughts as he noticed the waistline of John’s jeans pulling away from his crotch, revealing the dense patch of blond pubes hidden beneath. John’s bulge had been huge when he had arrived, but his pants had at least been able to hold it all in. As the jock’s nuts and shaft continued to swell and grow, the jeans were unable to cope. The base of John’s thick shaft came into view, and Alan could see the bend of the already nearly rigid cock as it angled down the linebacker’s pants. Alan couldn’t imagine that it was comfortable.
Alan leaned closer to John and casually mentioned it. “Why not let it out?”
“Here!?” John asked. His voice was barely more than a hiss of hushed surprise.
“Yeah. Why not? It’s not like anyone will care. I mean, I let mine hang out all the time, and it looks like it’s hurting you to keep it tucked away like that.” Alan explained calmly.
“That’s because you’re you. Everybody knows about your condition and knows to turn a blind eye to it.” John whispered in reply.
“Our condition.” Alan corrected.
“Our condition? I’m still pretty much normal.” John replied incredulously.
“Still? So you do already know about the growths.” Alan replied. He was a little surprised to hear this, but his face and tone of voice barely showed it.
“Growths? What are you…?” John’s voice slowly trailed away as a look of understanding crossed his eyes. John’s mouth hung open as he sat through a few sets of memories running simultaneously. They were all almost identical except for a few key differences. The most noticeable was the size of the tool tucked away in his pants. It was like he was sitting there and watching a movie and its later reboots side by side.
“I see you understand now.” Alan replied casually as John seemed to snap out of his stupor.
“I’m growing…” He repeated. His mouth was still slack and his eyes were still glazed over, but he seemed to be steadily snapping out of his daze. “I don’t get it. How big will I get?”
“I dunno.” Alan replied with a shrug. “I’m still growing. It’s like my dick keeps getting bigger and so do my muscles. You’ll probably get this big eventually.”
“As big as you?” John repeated in a dazed awe. He let out a very soft, low moan and closed his eyes. A devious smirk crossed Alan’s lips as he noticed the linebacker’s reaction. Alan didn’t even have to guess what had caused John’s moan meant. Alan could already feel the thick, heavy jizz streaming down the jock’s legs and dripping out onto Alan’s humongous nuts.
“I don’t have specifics.” Alan explained. “But it seems to happen faster the more you cum.”
“You must have gotten off a lot.” John replied in awe.
“Either that, or you’ve been living a very puritanical lifestyle over the weekend.” Alan responded with a chuckle.
“Well, yeah. That could be it too…” John murmured in reply. Alan could hear just a small bit of his Southern twang slip through. “Y’see, I spent the whole weekend up with my ma. It doesn’t hardly seem right to do such a thing while she’s around, you know?”
Alan couldn’t help but grin as he listened to the way John’s accent flared up in full force as he spoke about his mother. John always seemed to become very sheepish and Southern when talking about his family. Alan listened intently, all the while slowly slipping a hand up John’s leg and over towards the jock’s fly. With a quick flick, Alan managed to undo the button on the top of John’s fly. It was one of those that clicked into place instead of being tucked into a narrow hole in the fabric, so just a little force managed to pop it loose.
“You’ve mentioned her a few times.” Alan said casually as he slowly slid down the zipper on the front of the jock’s pants. “What’s it like at home, anyway?”
“Oh, you know. It’s just Ma ‘n me. Pa left us long ago. We’ve got a small little business out in the sticks. Ma can’t handle all the heavy lifting alone, so I go back as often as I can to help out.” John explained. He fidgeted slightly as he felt Alan’s hand working its way into the front of his pants, but he made no effort to stop it.
“How heavy are we talking?” Alan asked. There was a bit of a devious tone in his voice in the way he posed the question. “I bet a little extra beef would help life at home, huh?” Alan slowly pulled Jon’s slowly chubbing hose from down the jock’s pants. John’s cock was wet and slimy from having been basting in its own jizz in the stuffy confines of the linebacker’s overstuffed jeans.
“Aw. Well I don’t know about that, but sometimes I feel like I could stand to get a little bit stronger. It would make the work go so much faster.” John mused. His cheeks were starting to turn pink with arousal as he felt Alan’s hand slowly stroking along the length of his over two foot cock.
“Exactly.” Alan agreed warmly. “So why not let yourself get a bit bigger.” Alan wasn’t sure why, but he was finding the power intoxicating, and John seemed to like it so there really wasn’t much of a reason for him to stop. He slid his hand down the jock’s pants again and fished out one of John’s basketball sized nuts. Alan could scarcely believe how warm and heavy the cum-laden orb was in the palm of his hand. Alan reached forward again and pulled out the other nut in the same fashion leaving John’s equipment completely freed of his pants.
“Sorry for the wait, guys. I’ll be taking care of you tonight.” came a voice from off to the side. They both turned to look at the new guy. He was a fairly lanky college freshman with wavy brown hair and stylish, square glasses. “My name’s Kyle. If you need anything feel free to give me a holler. Are you guys ready to order?”
“Yeah. I’ll have a number three… a number five… and two number eights.” Alan replied casually.
“Oh? Is that all?” The waiter asked. A friendly level of sarcasm was noticeably in his voice.
Alan laughed pleasantly in response to the server’s good natured jab. “What can I say? I’m a growing boy.” Alan replied with chuckle.
“Alrighty then. What to drink?” The waiter asked.
“Beer with a side of beer and a little garnish of beer.” Alan responded with a smile.
“Hate to break it to you, but we are out of beer, would beer be alright?” The server joked.
“Sure. As long as it has beer in it.” Alan joked back.
“And for Agent Smith?” The waiter asked, turning to John.
“Ah. Just a number three for me…” John replied. He was trying to remain calm and collected and let on that there was anything out of the ordinary, but Alan had not stopped stroking is dick since the waiter had arrived, and John was already thoroughly boned.
“Sure thing, man. Oh, and great game Thursday! Man, that sack in the third quarter was epic.” The server gushed. “Anything to drink?”
“Water is fine.” John replied politely.
Kyle shrugged. “Ok, man. If you change your mind just let me know.” The server raised a hand for a high five which John meekly returned. “You know where to find me if you need me.”
Alan began stroking John’s dick even more vigorously as the server walked away. The linebacker’s dick was so warm and so thick that it more than filled up Alan’s entire hand. There was no way he could even hope to wrap his fingers all the way around it. John’s cock was easily as thick around as the jock’s biceps. The size made it so that the soft ridge on the underside of the jock’s erection fit almost perfectly in the palm of Alan’s hand, though. Alan tightened his grip and watched as John’s face turned slightly redder from the increased stimulation. Alan could feel the steady trickle of pre flowing off the tip of John’s hefty cock and onto Alan’s beefy forearm.
Alan wished he could see it for himself. At its current size, John’s cock had to be simply fantastic looking. Alan’s dick had been fully boned for awhile without ever once laying a finger on it. He was getting pretty worked up just from teasing John and making the already studly football star get even more studly. Alan’s rigid dick was so huge that it extended past his table and bumped into the back of a stool at a neighboring table. The person sitting there was doing a remarkable job of trying to ignore the massive cock that was nudging his seat and oozing pre all over the place.
The server returned with two mugs of beer and placed it on the table in front of the two guys. “This one’s on me.” He explained happily as he gave John a friendly clap on the shoulder. The slap was but a minor distraction, but it was enough to make John lose his focus just enough that he could no longer fight back the rising desire to cum. He let out a soft moan and shuddered as his whole body was rocked by the power of his orgasm. Thick jets of spunk spattered noisily against the side of Alan’s immense cock and oozed down onto Alan’s colossal balls and down onto the floor below. John fired shot after thick, gooey shot all while the server looked on obliviously. With each jet of heavy spunk, John’s abs flexed visible through his skintight, yellow polo shirt.
“Thanks, man.” John managed to reply weakly after his torrent of cum had finally died off.
“No problem. It was the least I could do after that last second victory last game.” Kyle remarked happily. Alan furrowed his brow for a moment as he thought back over the events of the previous game. He was about as far away from being a sports fan as one could be, and yet he was sure that he had heard that they had actually lost the last game in over time.
The server walked back towards the kitchen area but turned back around about halfway there and raised a fist triumphantly and shouted. “Cowcatcher! Woo!” The extra cheer at the end almost sounded like an old timey train whistle like they had in old Looney Tunes shows.
“Cowcatcher?” Alan asked with a bemused smirk.
“Aww heck… It’s an embarrassing nickname I’ve picked up.” John replied sheepishly. “See… I gotta wear this big ‘ol cup when I am playin’. Someone said it looked like that grate thing on the front of a train and it kind of caught on.”
Alan had a vague image in his mind of John striding out onto the football field in full gear. The size of his cup was simply gigantic. The comically oversized, reinforced codpiece looked like something out of a mecha anime. “Well, there are worse nicknames… I can’t think of any at the moment, but there must be some, right?” Alan joked.
“Yeah, I suppose, but if they were gonna give me some kind of train nickname, why not something cool like Cole Train?” John replied halfheartedly.
“Well, for starters, your name isn’t Cole, and for seconders, why not just embrace it? I mean, can you imagine how demoralizing it must be for the other team to be bowled over by some dude’s gigantic cock-guard?” Alan explained pleasantly.
“Haha. Never thought of it like that. I almost feel bad for them now.” John replied chuckling. “I can only imagine what it must be like to be slapped around like that.”
“Yeah. Just imagine what it’ll be like when you get even bigger.” Alan responded wistfully.
“… I’m not so sure that’s a good idea…” John replied thoughtfully.
“Huh? What do you mean?” Alan asked. His brow furrowed in a look of concern and confusion.
“Well, I mean. I don’t remember growing n’ all, but I kind of have this gut feelin’ that says you are telling the truth, you know? It’s kinda hard to describe, but I mean… I don’t want to get any bigger than this… I’m not sure I even want to be this big, to be honest.” John explained pensively as he tilted his glass around, causing the foam to swirl in the mug. “I mean, on one hand it feels great to be so huge all over, but on the other hand… I’m afraid if I get too big I won’t be able to play football no more. I mean, just look at you. You are huge, but you can’t move very fast. Sure you could cream people on the field, but can you even run? Those little guys’d do laps around you… and there’s another thing… I kinda feel like a freak, you know? Like my whole life I have stood out, and I never really wanted to… I kind of feel like maybe that’s why I wanted to hook up with you. I look normal next to you.”
John let out a sigh and shook his head. “No… No, that’s not right at all. It’s weird. When I think back to why I wanted to talk to you so bad, I can’t recall your muscles or your dick… It’s like… I was jealous of you, but not for that… it was something else…” John seemed to wince as he thought back over the week before. “I’ve wanted to get to know you for ages, actually. The first time I saw you movin’ into the dorm down the hall from me…” John continued to recall as he kept his eyes clenched shut.
Alan felt a pit forming in his stomach. His room wasn’t on John’s floor. He had a special room set up on the ground floor like he had always had, but he knew what John was saying was true.
“I can actually remember a bit now.” John said as he opened his eyes and looked at Alan. For once, it was like John wasn’t looking at Alan’s body, but rather straight into his eyes, into his very soul. Alan felt bumps form over every inch of his skin as a chill ran up his spine.
“The real reason I wanted to talk to you so bad was because I wanted to be like you. You know, all open and outgoing. I’ve always kept everything hidden from everyone, you know?” John looked down at his mug and fidgeted as he spoke. “I was always looking for an excuse to talk to you, but you never seemed interested in me. Then I saw your dick that one time, and man, it was amazing. I just kinda lost it.” John smirked slightly as he remembered how he acted.
“Aww, heck. I bet I came off lookin’ like a total creep.” John muttered.
“Oh, you weren’t that bad.” Alan responded kindly. “Honestly. The reason I never really showed you any interest is because I was so used to all the jocks and frat bros being totally stuck up and rude. You’re actually pretty cool.” Alan placed a hand on John’s shoulder to show that he meant what he said.
“Thanks. I just… I just wish I could have been more open in my life, you know?” John explained with a sigh. “I hate to say this, but I don’t think I ever wanted to get with you… not romantically, anyways.”
Alan was actually overjoyed to hear this, but he didn’t dare let on to the jock. “So what? Too much man for you?” Alan replied with a smug smirk.
“Oh, nah. It’s ain’t that. I’ve wanted to be your friend for awhile, but I feel like I might have ruined that by going right into the sex.” John explained sheepishly.
Alan tried not to laugh at the phrase “the sex” especially when used unironically, but he understood what John was saying. “It’s cool, man. It won’t mean anything if you don’t want it to. I’m pretty casual about stuff like that… and uh, while we’re being honest. I feel like I should tell you something…” Alan took a deep breath and let out a sigh before continuing. “I’m actually really glad to hear you aren’t really interested in going steady or anything.”
John looked a little surprised, but said nothing. Alan took a moment to gauge John’s response before continuing. “You see… I kind of met someone over the weekend, and it was all really sudden, but I think I’d like to see him…”
John was too stunned to reply at first. He finally seemed to piece together a response, but before he could muster up the nerve to say it, the server returned with two trays piled with food. “OK, guys. Here’s the first batch. I’ll go grab the rest in a second.” Kyle said as he placed handed out the plates. “Plates are hot, yadda yadda. You know the drill” He droned on as he did so.
Alan didn’t even wait for the server to leave before he dove in and began devouring his various entrees. John sat back and crinkled his nose a bit as he watched on in awe. “Got enough food there?” He sassed.
“I’m thinking about getting some dessert, actually.” Alan responded, only half jokingly. “It takes a lot to power these massive guns.” He explained as he flexed both of his arms and his humongous pecs. “Just wait till you get this bad and see how much you eat.”
John watched Alan’s muscles bulge out fantastically as the massively buff college dude put on a little bit of a gun show at the table. John had no intention of getting as huge as Alan, but there was some part in the back of his mind that wasn’t too averse to the idea. That part of his brain seemed to have control of his dick which was steadily chubbing up as he surveyed the bumps, ridges, and contours of his dates absolutely amazing muscles.
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Jake paced anxiously as he waited for the passengers to get off the bus. One after another, people strolled off, and Jake watched each one with growing unease. Tyler had to be on this one; it was the last bus of the evening. Jake wasn’t sure if his nerves could handle waiting yet another day.
For the past week, Tyler had been away at a so called “Captain’s Retreat.” As far as Jake was concerned it was a glorified summer camp, only it was held during the school year and only the best soccer players from each school got to go. It was designed to inspire friendship and fair play among the rival teams or some such bull. Jake felt the money used for such an endeavor would be much better spent on better school supplies, but he did realize that the sports teams were about the only source of income for the schools. Either way, the fact of the matter was that Tyler had been gone for a full week, and now Jake really needed him.
There had been no discernable motion from the bus for minutes, but it seemed like years for the nerve-wracked teen. His heart sunk as the door of the bus slid shut; Tyler must have missed the bus home or something. Jake was just about to leave and call it a day when the bus door slid back open. Jake turned back around and looked and immediately it all made sense why it had taken Tyler so long to get off the bus.
To put it lightly, Tyler’s dick was huge. The shaft was wider than the muscular blond’s body and quite a bit longer. Tyler’s cock was so huge that it even spilled out of the special undies that were designed to hold him at a fairly massive fifteen foot length.
As it was, Tyler’s clothes were a mockery of decency. The shaft of his gigantic cock poked out over the top of his waistband, lifted up over his head, and then folded over and tucked back into the front of his briefs. Despite all of that exposed shaft, it probably wasn’t even half of that massive dick that was visible. Tyler’s enormous balls were pressed tightly into his overstuffed briefs, but even being squished down as they were, they were still so large that they crested just below his shoulders and dragged heavily across the ground as he walked. Tyler’s briefs were packed so tight that Jake could make out the shape of his boyfriend’s cock in vivid detail as it slipped down the front, between the two massive orbs, and tucked underneath.
Jake was in shock and awe. Tyler must have ridden the entire four hour bus ride like that, and if Tyler was that big, who knows how huge the other guys at the retreat were. Unlike Jake, Tyler didn’t care about being the biggest; he just liked them big and had a lot of fun growing others as well as himself.
Tyler spread his arms wide as a sign that he waited for Jake to come over and hug him. “Who missed ya, babe.” Tyler called out jovially. Part of Jake really wanted to rush in there in slow motion while Rhapsody in G blared in the background and then stage dive onto those massive cushiony nuts, but he was still mentally fried from this past week and really needed to speak with Tyler about other things.
“Took you long enough.” Jake replied in as cool a voice as he could manage. “Come on, I’m parked over here.” Jake turned and walked towards his jeep while Tyler slowly trudged along behind. Tyler had managed to slide his rolling duffle bag under his balls to for sort of a makeshift dolly apparatus which considerable helped his mobility.
“Not even a hug? I was gone a whole week.” Tyler moaned dramatically as he followed Jake to the vehicle. He was already getting the sense that something big had happened while he was away.
By the time Tyler had reached the jeep, his cock had already dwindled down to a much more manageable two feet. Tyler shot his lover the best puppy dog eyes he could muster, but Jake sighed and responded. “Don’t give me that look. I need to talk to you about something important, and in order to do that, I need you small enough to get in the car. Now get in.”
Tyler was genuinely concerned now; Jake was being much more curt than usual. Whatever it was that was eating away at him, it had him at his wits end. Tyler nodded silently as he threw his bags in the back and crawled into the passenger seat. Jake was already buckled in and firing up the engine when Tyler turned to ask him, “Ok. So what’s wrong.”
Jake chewed on his lip nervously as he looked at the lot around them. It was mostly deserted by this time of night. The few cars that were there most likely belonged to people who were not coming back any time tonight. When Jake was sure that they were completely alone he turned to Tyler and began speaking. “Had an unexpected visitor while you were gone…”
Tyler couldn’t get a good look at Jake’s face, but he could hear the tremble in his voice. Tyler immediately began cycling through the people that might have shown up and shaken up Jake as much as he currently was. “Was it John?” Jake shook his head. Tyler sighed. Of course it wasn’t Jake eldest brother. Once he had graduated college, he had left town and never looked back. It didn’t make sense that it would be Mark, Jake’s older brother, either. Mark and Jake got along amazingly well, and Mark was both in on Jake’s little secret and would never do anything to mess with Jake like this. Jake’s grandparents were no longer with them, so they were out too… although, if they had mysteriously shown up, it would explain why Jake was so frazzled.
Jake shook his head as he tried to calm himself down some more. “It’s no one I’m related to… You remember Dalton?”
How could Tyler forget? Dalton was the biggest asshole Tyler had ever had the misfortune of meeting. When Tyler had just gotten his special dick growing powers, Dalton had found a way to hack into the nanites and take control. To say the power went to his head would be a bit of an understatement. Fortunately, they had figured out how to use Jake’s latent psychic powers to override Dalton’s computer. This had the added bonus of giving Jake complete control over the nanites using just his thoughts. Tyler still had the power to grow himself and others, but he had no means of shrinking back down without Jake; hence, why he had made a bus ride across the state while dragging along twenty feet of cock. Although, it wasn’t really a secret to anybody that Tyler had enjoyed the whole thing.
“Need me to kick his ass for ya? I’ve been wanting to do that for months now.” Tyler responded lightheartedly. He was hoping that the levity of his reply would help Jake unwind, but it appeared that he was having no such luck. Jake was nervously wringing his hands along the contours of the steering wheel.
“Well he stopped by and asked me for a favor… and things got a little carried away.”
Tyler rolled his eyes. “So, what? Are you saying you two banged while I was away? You could do a lot better than that douchebag, but don’t think for a minute I’m mad at you. It would be a little hypocritical for one.” Tyler grinned a little bit as he spoke the last line, but Jake still didn’t seem to be calming down.
“Just… open the glove box.” Jake said slowly as he nodded towards the little fold out door on the dashboard. Tyler raised an eyebrow questioningly, but then pulled the handle and watched as the hatch flopped open. What he saw surprised even him; a tiny figure rolled out of the compartment and faceplanted onto the door. Tyler felt a little bad for jarring the little dude in such a way; had he known there was a little man in there he would have been much gentler opening the hatch.
“Woah… Is that…? It is!” Tyler plucked up the now tiny Dalton between his thumb and forefinger and held the little guy up to his face. Tyler seemed surprisingly pleased by the tiny form in his hand.
“Man. This is some kinky shit, even for you. I’m impressed.” It wasn’t clear to the other people in the car whether Tyler was speaking to Jake or Dalton.
“It’s my fault. I panicked, and now he’s stuck like that. I can’t figure out how to reverse it, and my parents keep poking around. I’m sure they’re going to find him. I need to have somewhere to hide him.” Jake rambled on, the panic obvious in his voice.
“Woah now. Slow your roll, bro. I’m home now. I can babysit the dude. Man, though. Your parents need to get off your dick. You’re an adult now. They can’t keep controlling your life.” Tyler replied to Jake, all the while staring at Dalton in fascination; Tyler was wiggling his fingers and watching intently as each and every movement of the tiny muscles in his palm caused the small boy in his hand to stagger and stumble.
“They won’t leave me alone until I finally move out of there.” Jake sighed in defeat.
“Only a few more months until we get a dorm, and until then, you can always crash at my place.” Tyler responded patiently while still watching the small form in his hand roll around. “In the meantime, let me handle the smurf. You’ve got enough on your plate as it is.”
“Are you sure you can handle it?” Jake asked skeptically. “I mean, remember that gerbil?”
“Dude, I was five years old. How was I supposed to know it needed food, and besides, this isn’t a gerbil; he’s a human being.” Tyler responded surprisingly convincingly for someone who was playfully passing the person in question from hand to hand.
“You say that, and yet you handle him like a hackey sack.” Jake sighed and rolled his eyes as he put the car in reverse and pulled out.
“Look. This dickbasket deserves a lot worse than what I’m giving him. The fact that I haven’t like, shoved him up my armpit or something proves that I have plenty of self control.”
Jake rolled his eyes again as he pulled onto the main road. He did trust Tyler, and the fact that Tyler was taking this all so well helped put his mind at ease. Jake needed a place to hide Dalton until they could figure this out, and Tyler’s house was the best solution. “Ok. Look. I’ve got to drop you off and then run back home. I’m still on parole after I let the neighbor’s cat into the house.” The way Jake said that made Tyler think there was more to that story, but he shrugged and went along with it. They were almost already back to Tyler’s place anyway. It was a very short trip; Tyler could have easily walked it if he had wanted to. Part of him had wanted to walk it. He loved being in public places when his cock was super huge. He loved the way people would all look at him. Tyler thrived on attention.
Jake pulled off to the side of the road in front of his house and parked the car. He then leaned in and gave Tyler a quick peck on the cheek and said “Look. I’ll be over as often as I can, but for now I need to lay low for a bit. Please, take care of Dalton. I know you’ve had your issues in the past, but he’s fragile now.”
Tyler nodded. “I got it. I’ll be very careful with your little friend. You can count on me.” Tyler gave a cheesy grin and a thumbs up to match. The gesture may have done more to ease Jake’s mind if Dalton’s tiny body hadn’t been clenched in the hand Tyler was gesturing with.
Once Jake was safely out of sight, Tyler absentmindedly dropped Dalton into his pocket, grabbed his bags, and ran upstairs to his room.
Dalton bounced and jangled about in Tyler’s pocket. Did he have to drop him in the pocket with his keys? Dalton kept getting smacked against large slabs of metal that were almost as tall as he was.
He couldn’t help but wonder if Tyler was doing this on purpose. Tyler was a nice enough guy most of the time, but it was no secret that he didn’t trust or even particularly like Dalton at all.
When Tyler got into his room he reached his hands into his pockets and dumped the contents onto his pillow. Dalton wasn’t really hurt or anything, but he felt the need to protest the rude treatment he was being given. He was a guest here after all; he deserved a little respect. Dalton climbed to his feet to tell off the giant teen, but what he saw caused him to completely forget about any and all complaints he may have wished to register with the management. Tyler was already shirtless and had his hands on the waistband of his shorts. Dalton stared in awe as that gigantic, glorious, muscular ass came into view. Tyler had always been one of the hottest guys in town, or anywhere for that matter, but he was a little on the small size. That was no longer a problem for Dalton. At Dalton’s current two inch height, Tyler was a veritable skyscraper of hot, sexy muscle; a towering colossus of a jock.
Dalton soaked up every inch of the titanic teen’s body as Tyler slowly strode back to the bed; his huge cock swaying from side to side as he swaggered. It would not have surprised Dalton at all if Tyler was doing this intentionally to mess with him, but he was OK with it. Dalton was already rock hard just from looking at the giant. The things he would do to that body; he would run his tongue along every square mile of that colossus if he was allowed to do so. Dalton was so caught up admiring just how incredibly sexy the buff, blond jock was at this size, that he didn’t even register what was happening until Tyler was already airborne.
Tyler stage dived onto his bed and crashed face down onto the mattress. The resulting shockwave caused everything on his pillow, including Dalton, to fly up several inches and crash back down. Dalton was momentarily winded after he slammed back onto the pillow. It hadn’t hurt, but it was a very shocking experience. Tyler was a lot rougher than Jake was. Then again, Jake was pretty much walking on eggshells the entire time Dalton was over. Tyler seemed to be giving Dalton no more thought than he had his house keys.
Dalton finally managed to stand back up and looked up to see Tyler’s gigantic face directly in front of him. Tyler seemed to be glaring at him. He didn’t seem particularly angry or menacing, but he did seem very serious. “Listen up, twatpocket, you and me are going to have some words.” Dalton gulped nervously and nodded.
Tyler leaned in even closer so his face was now looming over top of the miniscule boy. “I don’t know what happened, but I know it is somehow your fault. There’s just no way Jake would have agreed to go along with something like this.” Tyler seemed thoughtful for a moment as he sized up the tiny boy. “I bet you went to his place while his parents were home. Made up some pretense to get in there alone, and made him shrink you down even further than before. Looks like it backfired for you, though.” Tyler prodded Dalton with his finger as he inspected the tiny guy.
“Hmm… maybe this was your plan all along. You sure seem to like it, anyway.” Tyler said noticing Dalton’s tiny boner. I bet you’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” Tyler asked teasingly as he rubbed up and down on Dalton’s miniature shaft with the tip of his finger. Tyler didn’t want to admit it, but having a tiny guy completely under his control like this was actually pretty hot; he could feel his cock stirring to life just thinking about the things he could do to the tiny boy if he were a less gracious host.
Dalton shuddered and bucked as Tyler stroked his throbbing erection. Dalton had been this size for a few days now, and not once had Jake done anything like this with him. Dalton had had to get himself off. Jacking off just wasn’t as satisfying as having someone else bring him to completion. Dalton had all these ideas of what they could be doing at his size, but Jake was too afraid to do anything; either because of fear of discovery by his parents or because he thought that Dalton was much more fragile than he really was.
Dalton was so close to cumming. Tyler seemed to have remarkable manual dexterity to do such an amazing job of stroking him even though he was so small. Dalton wanted so bad to cum, but right as he was about to blow his massive load all over his tiny chest, Tyler stopped, leaving him high and dry.
“You’re not getting off that easy.” Tyler replied teasingly. “See. I’ve got you figured out. You did this to yourself, but you’ve got Jake blaming himself about it. Living with him was probably like a 5 star vacation. He gives you food, water, a place to stay, plenty of stimulation, and best of all, you don’t have to do a damn thing. Pretty sweet deal, right?”
Dalton had no idea how to answer. It was a loaded question if he had ever heard one. Still, Tyler was going somewhere with this. Dalton had underestimated the jock before, and had regretted it. The blond had a very keen mind when he felt the need to use it.
“Now the real reason I am talking to you like this. You have royally pissed me off. I can’t even think of the last time I have felt like this. I was so excited to come home and see my boyfriend again, but what do I find when I get off the bus? He’s a nervous wreck, and you’re the reason. To make matters worse you’re playing yourself off like the victim here.” Tyler sighed and his demeanor softened a lot. “Do you even know you’re doing it? I mean honestly. Do you know what you’re doing to people?”
Dalton propped himself up on his elbows and looked up at the giant questioningly. “What do you mean?”
“You’re using people. Just like you always did. I thought you said you wanted to be a better person. I wanted you to be better. Jake believed in you, and I wanted to see his trust was not misplaced.” Tyler seemed genuinely sad, and it made Dalton feel terrible. He didn’t think that was what he did, was it?
“You put Jake in an impossible situation, and then acted like he had a choice in the matter. You’ve got him feeling guilty about what happened to you when it was your fault in the first place.” Dalton tried to argue back, but somehow he couldn’t muster the enthusiasm. Tyler had the ability to read people, often times better than they could read themselves. The more Dalton thought on it, the more he realized that Tyler was right. He hadn’t meant to hurt anyone. He just knew what he wanted, and how to get it. Once he had it, he made up a story to justify it, and like always, he bought his own bullshit hook, line, and sinker.
He had even tricked Jake into getting him even smaller since then. Dalton had casually mentioned that during the shrinking process, he felt like his body was more susceptible to change. He had casually kept dropping hints and giving Jake the idea that if he had gotten him to the point of shrinking again and then tried to focus in on growing, it might be possible to reverse the process. The net result of the debacle was that Dalton had managed to shave yet another inch off, but now that he looked back on it, it was a pretty dick move. Jake must have been beating himself up for it ever since, especially since Jake probably believed he had actually come up with the idea.
“I can tell by the look on your face that you know I’m right.” Tyler noted flatly.
Dalton nodded dejectedly. “What now? There’s nothing I can do about it.”
“You and I both know that’s not true. This is your mess. You’re going to fix it.” Dalton looked up in confusion and shock. How he could he do anything at this size? “Jake will never figure this out on his own. The guy’s a genius, but this is nothing he’s ever seen before. His photographic memory and encyclopedic knowledge mean nothing here… but you. You’re a savant. That is to say, you’re a total
dumbass 98% of the time, but somehow you understand the way this technology works.”
“I lost my control already, though.”
“You don’t need control. You just need to figure out how to do it, and let Jake do the rest. You’ve seen the code. You know how to change the parameters, right?”
Dalton furrowed his brow thoughtfully. Such a thing is theoretically possible. He had actually been working on it before his tablet got fried. “Well, yeah. I mean the current parameters are set so that the nanites can only control the size of dicks, but the code can be rewritten to expand their control to the full body… how did you know this?”
“I didn’t, but I know you.” Dalton looked at Tyler with a blank gaze. He had no idea what Tyler was talking about. “It’s simple. You would only have gone through with this if you knew it wasn’t permanent. You might not have figured out how to do it yet, but you did know there was a way back. You put too much thought into this to go through with it without knowing that much.”
“What makes you think I planned this?”
“Oh. I’m supposed to believe that you doing this while I was out of town is completely coincidence? This was the perfect time for you to act, and the day you picked meant that Sam wouldn’t be there either. It’d be just you and Jake, and we both know Jake is a total pushover.”
Dalton had to admit, he had picked that day for just such a reason. In his mind he had justified it by thinking that Sam and Tyler would be better off by not seeing or hearing from him, but now that Tyler had dissected his plans so well, Dalton could not deny the logic. “So what now? Are you going to get me set up with a computer or something that I can get to work with?”
A devious grin spread across Tyler’s handsome gigantic face. “Later, but first we’re going to have some fun. I was so looking forward to having a little welcome home sex with my loverboy, but thanks to your meddling, he’s now at home giving himself yet another ulcer. So you’re going to take his place.” Tyler got up on his knees and stood over Dalton. Dalton could do nothing but stare up and up at the massive tower of muscle. Tyler’s huge wang drooped down so low that the head almost dragged against Dalton’s tiny body. Dalton could hear Tyler’s voice from far above “Now I know you are typically a bottom, but since my cock is like twelve times your size, I think we’d better mix things up.”
Dalton stared into the eye of Tyler’s monster. The dick was so large that he could easily slide right down the slit without any problem. Dalton wished that Tyler had the shrinking powers too. He couldn’t shake the thought of what it’d be like to get even smaller. He could feel his heart beating even harder in his chest as he imagined what the world would be like as he dipped below the inch mark. Each little tic mark on the ruler would bring massive changes for his world. As each fraction of an inch vanished, Tyler would continue to get bigger and bigger exponentially until he was an entire planet to Dalton. Dalton would be but a speck of bacteria to muscular god.
Dalton creamed all over his abdomen just thinking about it. Maybe once he unlocked the secrets to controlling the size, he could ask Jake to shrink him down to nearly nothing; reduce him down to the size where could ride a tardigrade like a road house mechanical bull. Dalton creamed himself again just thinking about it.
“You seem to be enjoying this too much. I want to get in on the fun.” Tyler said jokingly. He reached down and plucked the tiny form up off the pillow. Dalton’s repeated cumshots were but tiny droplets on his pillow case. “You’re a mess. Let me help you with that.” Tyler dropped Dalton face up in his palm and lifted his hand to his face. Dalton could only watch in awe as a massive tongue descended on him. The giant mass of wet muscle rubbed against his entire body. He had never felt anything like it. The solid wall of human tongue quivered and rolled as it slid over him, coating him in saliva. Dalton found the whole experience exciting and bizarre. When Tyler pulled his tongue away, Dalton was not yet ready for it to end.
“You don’t taste as bad as I expected. Has Jake been giving you baths while you’ve been at his place?” Tyler asked teasingly. Truth be told, Jake had set Dalton up with a tiny bowl of sudsy water to bathe himself in; Dalton had greatly appreciated the gesture.
Tyler’s grin spread even wider as he noticed how hard Dalton was. It would appear the little sandy haired guy was enjoying it almost as much as Tyler was. Tyler never was one to leave things well enough alone, and decided to step it up a notch. In one quick motion he opened his mouth and tossed the contents of his hand right in.
Dalton didn’t even have time to process what was going on when he landed with a splat on the spongy surface of Tyler’s tongue. His heart skipped a beat as he realized he was inside of Tyler’s mouth. Tyler wouldn’t really eat him, would he? If he chose to do so, Dalton really had no way to stop him. He just had to hope that Tyler really was such a nice guy and wouldn’t do anything like that.
Once Dalton relaxed, it was actually a very pleasant experience. Tyler’s tongue continued to roil and quake. Dalton was along for the ride as if he was on a water bed with a mind of its own. As Dalton rolled along the waves of Tyler’s tongue, Tyler’s tastebuds rubbed against him like thousands of tiny massaging fingers. Occasionally, Tyler would even fold his tongue over, wrapping Dalton inside like a mess of beans and cheese in a burrito.
Tyler quite literally threw Dalton for a loop when he rolled his tongue over, causing Dalton to slide off and land in the squishy, damp area underneath his tongue. Dalton was getting soaked in spit down there, but it was surprisingly comfortable. Dalton was surrounded on all sides by soggy muscle. He had to be careful not to accidentally suck in some spit when he tried to breathe, but it was a small inconvenience compared to how great he felt. Tyler was surprisingly gentle and constantly impressed Dalton with just how much dexterity he had in his tongue. Dalton couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of Jake as he was given a full body massage by the giant muscle; Jake must really enjoy getting eaten out but such a powerful and flexible tongue. Dalton once again creamed himself from the combination of the erotic massage he was getting and thinking about the two hot giants going at it.
Tyler could taste the flavor of jizz in his mouth; obviously Dalton was enjoying this little game more than Tyler was, but not by much. Tyler’s cock was already rock hard thinking about the tiny guy in his mouth. He maneuvered his tongue in such a way that he was able to scoop Dalton up and get the little guy back on top of his tongue, all without ever needing to open his mouth. Tyler was blessed with an amazingly prehensile tongue; something that he had shown off to many people in the past, but it had never been useful for anything more than cheap party tricks like tying cherry stems in his mouth. This was the first time he had an actual practical use for it.
Tyler mashed his tongue against the top of his mouth, making sure his little guest was firmly rooted in place and began sucking. Dalton could feel the liquid rushing over him as the giant sucked. The torrent of saliva coursing over him was effectively pressure washing all the spunk off that he had just fired, but it was also bringing him back to the edge. Just when Dalton though Tyler would have yet another mess to clean up, he felt the pressure ease off of him and cool air once again waft over him.
Tyler stuck out his tongue and let the little guy slide off and onto the palm of his hands. He was once again amazed at just how tiny Dalton was. Tyler couldn’t be sure, but he seemed like he might be even smaller than before. He wondered to himself if maybe he should get a ruler and measure after he finished having his fun.
Tyler held his hand closer to his eye so he could look at the miniature former rival. Dalton was wet and winded but still very much turned on; his tiny cock was standing at attention waiting for even more fun. Tyler smiled as his mind raced with all the other fun they could have. “Now for a part I’m going to enjoy.”
Holding his large dick with one hand and the tiny boy in the other, Tyler lined Dalton up over his slit and dropped him in. It tickled as Dalton slid down his shaft. Tyler had hoped to feel Dalton squirm and thrash a bit going down, but the sandy haired spec seemed to welcome the descent. Tyler could feel where Dalton was down his cock and wrapped his hands tightly around that area. Tyler’s cock was so large and thick that it required both hands to effectively jack it off.
Dalton had a pretty good idea of what was coming next as he slid farther and farther down the abyss. Sure enough, he felt his fall stop as the walls constricted around him. He let his body go slack as he enjoyed the ride. To Dalton’s surprise, Tyler seemed to be even better at this than Jake was. Instead of just rubbing the area that Dalton was caught in like Jake had, Tyler actually made sure to keep more pressure below Dalton so that Dalton slid up and down in tandem with Tyler’s strokes.
Tyler was already close to coming, but he wanted to have a little fun with Dalton while the other boy was still small enough to fit inside of him. The unfortunate part of doing this inside, meant that Tyler did have a maximum size he had to keep things under, but on the plus side, if he went slowly, he wouldn’t get there anytime soon. He continued to stroke methodically as he felt the tiny form inside of his dick slide along with his hands. It was very difficult for him to keep from blowing his load with that added stimulation, and soon Tyler knew it was time; his legs were already feeling like jelly, and his hips were bucking wildly. Tyler laid back on his bed and let the flood cum.
Thick jets of spooge splashed against Tyler’s chest and Dalton came out along with it. Dalton landed with a sticky plop amidst the goop. He didn’t even have time to catch his breath for more and more spunk continued to rain down on him. Dalton staggered to his feet in an effort to stay above the rising tide. When Tyler finally stopped cumming, the pool of jizz was already past Dalton’s waist. As the creamy goop slowly drained away, Dalton began to feel a familiar tingle down below. He had no idea what kind of effect that Tyler’s cum would have on him at his current size, but it felt much more potent that it had before.
Dalton watched in awe as his dick began to swell up. His junk grew and grew until his large nuts sat heavily on the surface of Tyler’s chest, and his naturally thick cock towered over his head.
Tyler wished he was in a better position to watch the aftermath of his orgasm. He could feel Dalton getting steadily heavier on his chest, and judging by the change in weight, the growth had to be pretty substantial. When he felt Dalton’s weight balance out, he reached down and once again scooped up the little guy. Tyler surveyed the changes, and he could see that Dalton’s cock as now pretty close to normal size; the rest of him was just as tiny as ever, though. Dalton’s dick had to be around four inches now. Tyler still had a good idea of what a cock that size looked like, having lived with one for much of his teenage life. That said, Dalton’s girthy dick was far thicker than Tyler’s had been at that size. Even so, it was only about half as big as Dalton’s naturally gifted genitalia had been before all this craziness had started. Even at half size, Dalton’s cock was amazing looking. A mischievous smile spread across Tyler’s face as he knew exactly what he wanted to do with it.
Tyler once again plopped Dalton back into he muck on his chest and began stroking his dick. Tyler wasn’t interested in savoring the sensations this time. He was more interested in giving Dalton another quick dose. Tyler’s excitement about what he was going to do next helped him get another quick burst of seed in record time. Normally it would have felt unfulfilling to have gotten off so fast, but Tyler was far more excited by the growing weight on his chest than he was by the actual act of getting off.
Dalton was surprised to be given yet another cum shower so quickly, but he welcomed the growth that came with it. His dick was already larger than his body, and the more it grew and grew the more powerful the feeling became. By the time his size tapered out, Dalton was standing atop his own gigantic nuts staring up into the sky at the giant tower that was his cock. From his perspective it appeared to be about twenty feet tall.
In actuality, Dalton’s thick cock was only a little over twelve inches, but its girth made it look even more impressive. Tyler reached down and grabbed the large dick and the tiny guy with it. Dalton did his best to brace himself against his own gigantic shaft while he was carried through the air. By digging his feet in on his humongous sack while latching his arms onto the shaft, he was able to maintain some semblance of balance, but it was obvious that Tyler ok with leaving Dalton to dangle from his own cock like a tick.
Tyler admired the impressive cock that was in his hand for a moment before chuckling deviously. “See? I always knew you were a total dick.” Dalton didn’t even have time to take offense from Tyler’s little dig because almost as soon as he had said it, the giant teen wrapped his lips around the tip of Dalton’s cock. Dalton could only moan with pleasure as he received a blowjob that was several times larger than himself.
Tyler could hear the moaning and pulled the thick dick out of his mouth. “What? You almost sound like you’re enjoying this. I think you’ve forgotten that I’m the one who is supposed to be having the fun here.” Dalton looked up at the giant face that loomed before him. He could see that Tyler had a playful grin and wasn’t actually upset or annoyed at all. “How about we do something we can both enjoy?” Tyler added with a lascivious wink.
Dalton watched in awe as the impressive landscape of muscle flew by under him. Tyler was repositioning the miniature boy, but for what, Dalton wasn’t sure yet. Tyler was being sure to keep Dalton’s cock as close to horizontal as he could, though, so it was very easy for Dalton to maintain his balance as he straddled his own gigantic dick. As Dalton was positioned between Tyler’s legs he began to get an idea of just what was about to happen, and his cock twitched in excitement. He had never been one to top before, but somehow this whole scenario seemed amazingly sexy to him. It probably couldn’t even be considered topping. More like something akin to being used as a living dildo.
Dalton could feel his dick getting even harder as Tyler lifted up his legs, giving Dalton a clean view of his massive, muscular ass, and the tight, puckered hole between those two glorious mounds.
Tyler’s other hand was holding back the mass of his own balls so that Dalton would have a clear view of his imminent docking.
The excitement welled up inside of Dalton as his dick slowly approached Tyler’s fantastic ass. This was going to be an all new experience for him in many ways. At his miniscule size, Dalton could even see Tyler’s tight hole twitching in anticipation in vivid high definition. Dalton’s cock was already oozing pre as it made contact with Tyler’s ass. He was so horny and excited that he could barely even steady his breathing as the tip of his dick breached that glorious ass. Inch after inch of his humongous shaft vanished into the giant’s ass.
Finally, so much of Dalton’s sword was sheathed that Tyler no longer had anywhere to grab on to. Instead, he moved his hand further back and scooped Dalton’s bulky nuts up into his hand as best he could. Using his new leverage, he was able to shove the last few inches into him.
Dalton was now face to face with Tyler’s colossal, puffy gooch. Dalton was so horny that he needed physical contact or he would go insane, so he leaned in and began licking at the wall of flesh before him while his hands massaged as much of the area as he could reach. Dalton didn’t have any idea if Tyler appreciated the extra attention, but he knew it was sure helping him get off a lot faster.
Tyler could feel Dalton really going to town down there; it felt amazing, but he had bigger and better plans in store for the both of them. Tyler clenched up a bit, causing a few inches of Dalton’s dick to slide out of him; this gave him enough room to have a nice grip of Dalton’s cock so he could continue to fuck himself silly with it.
Dalton was along for the ride as Tyler began to really ream himself with the tiny boy’s cock. Dalton grabbed on to Tyler’s thumb to brace himself as best as he could and tried to enjoy the ride. It was surprisingly easy for Dalton to tune out the fact that he was effectively traveling at several miles per hour and almost instantly reversing directions every few seconds. His brain was far too busy trying to process the massive waves of pleasure that were coursing through his monstrous cock to really care about trivial things like g forces and motion sickness. Feeling Tyler’s insides wrap to tightly around his gigantic dick was quickly bringing Dalton over the edge. He wouldn’t have lasted long even without the giant’s moans of pleasure, but Tyler’s sexy voice was more than enough to cause Dalton to blow his load. Dalton’s mind was overloaded with bliss as his enormous nuts seized upward and began to pump burst after burst of spunk into the gigantic ass. If Dalton had been in charge of the pace, he wouldn’t even have been able to keep thrusting at this point, but Tyler was the one in control. The giant seemed to have no interest in slowing down yet.
Tyler continued to thrust the dick in and out of him, even as it continued to pump him full of jizz. Each thrust churned the spunk inside of him into froth. Each time he pulled the dick out, the frothy spooge would seep out with it. As more and more jizz seeped out more and more of Dalton’s cock got coated in his own spunk until hr himself was drenched by the wave of spunk.
Finally Tyler was ready to cum as well. He made one final deep thrust with Dalton’s cock. Dalton was once more buried up to the hilt as Tyler laid back and lifted his ass off the mattress. Dalton looked up to see Tyler in the process of finishing up. Tyler had let go of Dalton and now had both hands working himself over. Dalton could see one of Tyler’s massive hands working over his absolutely gigantic balls. Dalton couldn’t see Tyler’s other hand, but he knew that it had to be stroking the shaft. He was glad that Tyler was only using one hand to stroke himself off because judging by how huge those balls were, Dalton figured they would have slapped him in the face by now if not for Tyler’s other hand keeping them in check. As much as Dalton loved balls on his face, he didn’t think he would enjoy a high impact collision with one of those.
Dalton had finished cumming already, but his hard-on had not diminished in the slightest. The scene unfolding around him was so hot, so sexy, that he felt like he could cum again at any second. Fortunately for Dalton, he never realized how precarious his position was. Had his boner waned, he could have easily become dislodged, and it was quite a fall at his size.
Dalton could see the giant’s humongous balls begin to seize up, and he knew it was time. Tyler’s sexy moans became even loader as he got closer and closer to the edge, but what he did next shocked Dalton. Tyler pushed forward on his dick, angling it straight up. Dalton could only watch in awe as the towering spire erupted like a volcano. Giant globs of cum were flung airborne; much of the jizz even managed to spray the ceiling several feet above.
Dalton put his arms over his head to shield himself from the downpour. He wondered how Tyler could be so careless as to shoot his skeet where it would hit him, but he soon realized that that was Tyler’s plan all along. Dalton could already feel Tyler clenching tighter and tighter around him as his dick grew. He knew firsthand that Tyler could take a lot more than what many people would consider humanly possible, but even he had his limits. Dalton just hoped that his next growth spurt wasn’t so extreme that it would do any serious damage to the sexy titan.
Tyler could already feel Dalton’s cock swelling within him and he knew he had to act swiftly for the next stage of his plan. Getting up was easier said than done, though. Even without the huge cock spreading his ass wider by the second, Tyler’s legs already felt like jelly from that last mind blowing orgasm he had just had. He shook his head in an effort to clear his mind as he rolled off the bed. He made sure to reach down and hold Dalton steady so the miniature dude didn’t get hurt in the process.
Dalton’s world suddenly went topsy-turvy on him. He wasn’t sure what had happened, but it felt like he had been thrown into a clothes dryer and sent for a tumble. When he finally managed to get his bearings he realized that he was dangling upside down from his own dick which was still well and firmly planted into the giant’s hot ass. Dalton watched the giant’s hands as the slowly guided his growing shaft. It was then that Dalton realized that he was descending. In a matter of moments he was lying flat on his back in the carpet; the large fibers of the rug seemed like tall weeds to him. Yet despite being firmly grounded, his cock was still long enough to be poking Tyler in the butt. Dalton’s dick was already well over two feet long and steadily approaching three, but Tyler still looked determined to take it. There was nothing Dalton could do but lie back and watch. His cock was just too huge for him to even think about moving; Dalton couldn’t even budge his legs an inch since they were buried under the vast expanse of his sack.
Tyler looked down at the little guy beneath him. At his current height, he could barely make out the features of Dalton’s face, but he was pretty sure the tiny guy was enjoying it. After all, Dalton’s gigantic dick was still rock hard and pointing straight at Tyler’s back door. Tyler beamed at the tiny form far below and said teasingly. “Ready to see the results of all my time at the gym, little dude?”
Dalton nodded silently, but he doubted Tyler could even pick up on such a subtle motion. It’s not like Dalton had any say in the matter, so his best course of action was to lie back and enjoy it, and he had every intention of enjoying it. It also didn’t hurt that he had such an amazing view from down below. Tyler’s legs stretched up and up on either side of Dalton’s towering cock. Even farther up, Dalton could see the tip of his own shaft disappearing into the firm mounds of Tyler’s sculpted ass, Tyler’s huge dangly nuts, and everything in between. As his eyes continued their long journey to the top, surveyed Tyler’s huge, rigid dick as it stood proud and tall; the beast was smaller than Dalton’s but not by much. Tyler’s cock was so large that it stretched up over his finely chiseled washboard abs; the tip of it nestled between his two large, firm pecs. Above even all of that glorious cock and muscles, Dalton’s eyes finally moved to Tyler’s beautiful face. The blond giant had always been one of the hottest guys in town, and now that his amazingly handsome face loomed above him like a billboard, Dalton could not imagine that there could be anyone more beautiful.
Tyler could tell that Dalton was checking him out, and intentionally took his time getting in position so that the little man could scope out every mile of his buff body. Tyler knew he was hot, and he loved being the center of attention; the thought that he was almost literally this tiny guy’s entire world just made him more excited and horny. His smile spread even wider as he locked eyes Dalton from seemingly miles below. “Glad to see you are enjoying this.” The giant spoke. “Because you are going to fill me up whether you like it or not.”
Dalton didn’t say anything. It’s not like Tyler could hear him from way down there, and there was nothing he could say that Tyler wasn’t already keenly aware of from the steady stream of pre spilling out of Dalton’s monstrous cock. Dalton watched as Tyler lifted himself up on his toes enough that he could slide the head of Dalton’s behemoth cock inside of him. He winced a little as the first bit went in, stretching him out even farther as it did, but he never for a moment stop grinning at Dalton.
Tyler had taken some large dicks in his day; it was pretty common for him to be in the middle when he had a three-way with Jake and Sam, but Dalton’s was in a league of its own. It wasn’t just size; Tyler had technically taken Sam’s cock when it was even larger than this, but Dalton’s dick was so thick when compared to its length. The beast was probably twice as thick as Sam’s would be at the same length. Tyler was never one to back down from a challenge, though, and slowly inched down on the meaty pole.
Dalton could see all the muscles in Tyler’s legs working together as the giant slowly squatted down farther and farther on his dick. He understood now why Tyler had mentioned his time at the gym; it wasn’t just to flaunt his well developed muscles, although, there was certainly that, too. Tyler’s expert form in doing squats made it so he could keep his upper body perfectly straight while he lowered himself down and down upon the shaft. Tyler was able to squat down so low that his hefty nuts touched the ground, completely covering Dalton in the process. Fortunately for him, the two large orbs rested on either side of him so he only had the hot skin of Tyler’s loose sack on his face. It was warm and humid under there, but Dalton wasn’t in any pain or danger.
Dalton was pinned under the hot musky sack for but a moment before Tyler began his ascent. His form on the return trip was just as impeccable as it was going down. Dalton admired the titan’s beefy leg muscles some more, all while wishing he could see the giant’s amazing ass as it swallowed his cock. Dalton realized that this would be physically impossible, and so he begrudgingly had to accept his position.
Dalton was given this show a few more times; each time culminating in a full body teabagging like before. Each time that Tyler went down, though, Dalton was covered for a slightly longer period of time. At first Dalton didn’t think anything of it, but as time went on the periods of fresh air became smaller and the weight of the ball flesh against his body became heavier. There was no doubt about it; Tyler was growing himself with each pass. It wasn’t long before even when Tyler as standing fully upright, his nuts still scraped the floor. Dalton was no longer able to see anything of the amazing hot display that was going on directly above him. At least he got to soak up the manly musk of the colossal ballsack that was enveloping him, and each time that Tyler stood up, it gave Dalton plenty of air to breath. As much as he would have loved to still be able to see what Tyler was doing, he found that being treated like this was incredibly thrilling and erotic in its own way.
When Tyler went down the first time, he could feel his nuts scrape against the little dude below him. He found it strangely exciting, and it gave him a devious new idea. With each pass he enlarged his junk more and more until even while standing up, it buried the tiny guy. This had the added benefit of making Tyler’s cock so large that he could wrap his mouth around the top. Unfortunately, it was too thick for him to really suck himself off, but Tyler was definitely not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He stroked the shaft as he licked and sucked at the tip, all while keeping his steady rhythm of squatting up and down on Dalton’s immense rod. Tyler was finding that he was quickly going to shoot yet another load at this rate, but judging by the twitching and quivering he could feel from the shaft buried within him, it was clear that Dalton was too. At last he could feel Dalton’s cock jerk and twitch wildly as the head flared out inside of him, and then a torrent of spooge was unleashed within him. Tyler loved this part, and he could already feel himself being packed to the brim. Dalton’s cock was so thick and Tyler’s ass so tight, that not even a drop of jizz was able to escape. Feeling the spunk pump into him, was enough to send Tyler over the edge. He quickly pulled his cock tightly to his chest and wrapped his mouth around the opening as he came.
Tyler tried his best to not let even a single drop escape. He loved the feeling of his gut stretching to handle the extra load, and this was proving to be the biggest and messiest load yet. Already he could feel his gut begin to distend as the two tides converged in the middle; with nowhere left to go the flood sat there and grew. His belly inflated out like a beach ball. It gut grew so big that it became impossible for him to keep his cock aimed at his mouth. Without thinking, he let go of the shaft and began massaging his large, round belly; it felt so warm and full. Even without his own stream, his gut was still expanding steadily; Dalton’s torrent of jizz was showing no sign of slowing down.
Tyler really loved all the little built in failsafes that the nanites had. The fact that his gut could keep expanding like this without fear of bursting was just one of them. Another one they had discovered accidentally was what had resulted in Dalton currently being so tiny. As Tyler rubbed his still pleasantly swelling belly he wondered if there were any other hidden failsafes they had yet to discover.
Tyler was too busy enjoying his inflation to really pay any attention to his still spraying fire hose of a cock. He was swelling, and he was cumming; his mind could scarcely be bothered to wonder about where all that excess spunk was flying off to. As his steadily expanding gut angled his cock farther and farther down, a large puddle was forming in the middle of the room. As the puddle continued to expand outward and splash against his hefty nuts, Tyler continued to ignore it. It’s not like anything bad could happen. Dalton was safely shielded away under a protective canopy of ballsack, but with each shot, Tyler’s nuts would seize upwards, allowing more and more of the spooge to seep underneath.
Tyler gasped in shock as he could feel Dalton’s dick swelling within him once more. This was already the thickest dick he had ever taken; he couldn’t imagine taking any more, but as Dalton’s cock continued to surge outwards in all directions, Tyler felt himself continue to stretch and stretch to accommodate it. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined something like this could happen. It hurt, but it also felt incredibly god. The amazing pleasure he was feeling far made up for any slight discomfort he might be feeling. His mind stopped processing the sensations anymore as Dalton’s cock continued to grow. Tyler felt like he was being lifted up off the ground on the gigantic shaft, but his feet never left the floor. After what felt like hours of riding the line between heaven and hell, Tyler felt Dalton’s now mountainous cock slowly deflate and slide out of him.
Tyler was so winded he couldn’t even bring himself to stand up fully. He stood there for a few minutes, hunched over, with his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. Tyler’s belly was so comically bloated it made it difficult for him to move; he had to keep his knees spread extra wide apart as he stood hunched over to accommodate it as he hunched over.
After he had caught his breath, the blond teen checked on is tiny companion. Dalton appeared to be fine; aside from the fact that he was just as small as ever. Somehow Dalton seemed even smaller than Tyler had remembered, but he wrote it off as his memory playing tricks on him. He was too tired and too addled by the after glow to really think about such things right now.
Tyler took a moment to flip Dalton over enough that he was now resting atop his own colossal nuts as opposed to under them, and then surveyed the room. Dalton’s cock was longer and thicker than his own bed. Tyler still could not believe that that leviathan had been inside of him. He quickly put the thought out of his mind, and tried to stand up straight and stretch his back; hunching over like this was making him stiff. He was momentarily blinded by a flash of white and searing pain in his skull as the back of his head collided with the ceiling. He did not remember his ceiling being that low before. Tyler thought nothing of it as he flopped on top of the massive cock occupying much of his room. It was so warm and soft, and somehow his bed just didn’t seem big enough anymore.
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Tharja cursed herself for her poor judgement. She was sure that the hulking barbarian before her would prove no challenge to a potent burst of dark magic, but she was dead wrong. He had sidestepped her ruin with the greatest of ease. As the berserk axe wielder leapt in the air to end her, she felt fear for the first time in her life. She couldn’t even bring herself to try and run as she fell back and watched her end descending upon her.
As all hope seemed lost, an even more monstrous site appeared. A massive black wolf-like creature leapt from the shadows. With one clean swipe of its massive, clawed paw, it cut down the berserker in one clean swipe. The creature turned to her and cocked its head to the side as if appraising her curiously. Tharja recognized the long white rabbit-like ears, small pink nose, and long bristling whiskers of a Taguel almost instantly. “Yarne?” She gasped in surprise. The sound of her voice seemed to spook the beast causing it to scurry off quickly into the darkness.
Later that night, Yarne was pacing the campground muttering to himself as usual. “I ran away again… I can’t keep holding everyone back like this…” He was completely oblivious to the figure beside him until he felt a hand on his shoulder. His shriek of pure terror could be heard throughout the countryside.
“Shut up, bunny.” The black clad sorceress commanded coldly.
“Yes, ma’am.” Yarne squeaked quietly in response. Yarne recognized Tharja instantly. No one else in camp dressed quite as grim as she did. Her black robes were adorned with various skulls and dark magic symbols. Even her long, silky, black hair seemed to somehow exude malice.
“You’ve seen me vulnerable. I don’t like that.” She spoke darkly as she glared straight through him. “And yet… loath as I am to admit it, I am only here today because of you.”
“You’re welcome?” Yarne responded apprehensively. Her eyes narrowed at him causing him to recoil in fear. “Please don’t kill me.” He squeaked in fear.
“Kill you? Oh no, my sweet bunny. I have much better things in mind for you. Ah yes. I see it. So much darkness in you. Mhmhmm. This will be fun.” Her dark chuckle made Yarne’s hair on his head stand on end and his little tuft of a tail twitch nervously. Even his long, white, rabbit-like ears bristled with fear.
“But… I’m not evil. I swear. I’m just a lone taguel trying to survive.” Yarne pleaded. “Please don’t kill me.”
“Darkness is not evil, you twit.” She snapped at him harshly, but then leaned in close and whispered sinisterly into his ear. “Anxiety… doubt… terror… These are the things I can use, and, my sweet bunny, you have more than enough to spare.” She pulled away and ripped out a clump of thick, black hair from Yarne’s head as she did so.
“Ow! What was that for!?” Yarne yelped in pain.
“Oh, poor bunny, I am well aware of your plight. You fear extinction more than anything else on this world. Allow me to help you overcome this problem. We will have sooo much fun.” As Tharja cackled darkly, Yarne did the only thing he knew how to do in this situation. He turned and scampered off as fast as his little bunny feet would take him. He dove into his tent and buried himself under as many covers as he could find. He continued to lie there for hours, shivering with fear, until he finally drifted off.
His dreams that night were troubled to say the least. He was in a forest, but he felt there was something special about this particular place. The trees seemed hollow, and there were tunnels connecting all of the trees together; it was as if the entire forest was an interconnected system of passageways, almost like a hive of some sort. He somehow felt like he recognized this place, even though he had never been there before in his life; it was as if some corner of his mind shared an instinctive connection to this forlorn place. He was terrified, but that was par for the course for him.
He wanted to run away and hide, but some force was drawing him to one of the hollowed out trees. He crawled into the large knothole and peaked inside. The place seemed like it had been lived in, but that was ages ago, in a time long before the eradication of his species. Everything was so dingy and dirty now that it hardly seemed like a home. Yarne wanted to leave, but he found himself compelled to explore more. As he rummaged through the dilapidated home, he found something truly amazing. In the back corner of the large room was a small clump of debris that looked like it could have been a nest many years ago. In the center of the rotten nest was an egg, a real, honest to goodness egg.
Yarne was so amazed to see such a thing in this forsaken place that he rushed forward and scooped it into his arms. The egg was a pale pink with darker pink spots and far larger than the chicken eggs he had seen his comrades eat back at camp. It was the size of a large jug of water, if not a little larger. He clutched cradled it in his arms as he would a baby. It was certainly large enough to contain a baby within; maybe, just maybe, there was hope for his species yet. He clutched the egg tightly to his chest and thanked the gods that someone else had survived the massacre. He hugged the egg tighter and tighter until he felt his arms bump against his chest. He looked down and saw that there was nothing there. It was as if the egg had been absorbed into his body, and once again he found himself to be the last remaining survivor of the Taguel race.
He panicked at this point. Whatever supernatural force that had been holding here there released him, and he took off running from the dilapidated ruins of the Warren. He ran and ran until he woke up screaming.
The sun was already up at this point, and he could smell breakfast cooking. It smelled like bacon and eggs and other human food; nothing that he could really eat, but he needed to get some fresh air and hoped that the companionship would help calm his nerves. As he got up he realized how uncomfortable the shirt he was wearing had become. He had fallen asleep in his armor last night, and now he could feel the straps of his banded scale mail shirt digging into his gut. He reached behind him and undid the clasps. He breathed a sigh of relief as his armor landed on the ground with a heavy thud.
He looked down and immediately noticed why his armor seemed to fit so poorly. He had a very pronounced bulge in his tummy and a little more definition to his pecs than he was used to. His gut wasn’t particularly huge, but it did seem oddly out of place when compared to his all the lithe, sinewy muscles that comprised the rest of his body. He apprehensively poked the lump with one of his fingers and was surprised to find that it did not seem flabby at all; if anything, it was nice and firm. Slightly emboldened by this result, he rubbed his hands along his small bump. It was slightly warm to the touch, and somehow the sensation of rubbing his tummy was very soothing to him. It was almost as if it brought him peace of mind.
He strolled out to the mess area while still absentmindedly rubbing his tummy. He passed a few of his friends and comrades, but none seemed to be looking at his larger than normal belly. All eyes seemed to be drawn lower. Yarne looked down, but aside from his small bulge in his gut, everything seemed normal.
“Comrade! Among men, there is no shame in flaunting your sacred stones, but think of the damsels!” Yarne jumped in surprise. If even the loud, boisterous Owain could get the drop on him, he was really slipping. He turned to see the orange haired youth posing dramatically as he continued his affected speech. “Oh, think of the fair maidens! Let not them see your sealed sword!” Yarne stood there completely dumbfounded. He had no idea what the overly dramatic princeling was rambling on about.
A taller, leaner, and equally orange haired man appeared beside Owain and smacked him upside the head. “What my boy is trying to say is that your dick is hanging out.” Gaius explained calmly. “Although if mine was that big, I’d be flaunting it whenever I could, too.” He added with a smug grin.
Yarne looked down again. He still couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary aside from his enlarged gut and moderate pectorals; although, upon further inspection, his gut and chest seemed even larger than they had been a minute ago. He hopped in place a few times and could feel his enhanced junk bouncing heavily. He swung his hips from side to side and could feel his large nuts slapping against the inside of his thighs and his large dick swinging heavily back and forth. It certainly felt like his junk was bigger, but he had to figure out just how much,
He reached down and held one of his large nuts in the palm of his hand. It had to be the size of an apple, if not slightly larger. He bent down a little more as his hands followed the length of his shaft. He was surprised to find that it reached down to almost his knees. It was no wonder everyone was so shocked. His cock and balls both dipped down well below the bottom of his makeshift loincloth.
It was then that Yarne remembered that he was still in a public place. All the other guys at the morning mess table were glaring at him jealously. Yarne’s face turned a few shades of red, and he let go of his enhanced equipment. Despite his embarrassment, this was the single proudest moment of his life. Sure, he took pride in his lineage and his role as the one responsible for carrying on the taguel race, but this was the first time that his comrades had looked at him with anything more than disappointment. He was the envy of every guy in camp, and it felt pretty good.
“I’ll just… get my food and go back to my tent.” Yarne squeaked nervously. He spun around and hopped over to where the food was being served. He wildly grabbed at anything that he could find; apples, carrots, especially carrots, lettuce, eggs, bacon, bread, anything. He was getting a lot of strange looks from the others, and this time it wasn’t due to his wardrobe malfunction. This was the first time anyone had seen him eat anything other than raw greens. Yarne was also a little confused by his cravings, but he dismissed it as nothing more than a side effect of his elevated mood; he was feeling good about life today, and he could stand to experiment with the wonders of human cuisine. It also didn’t hurt that he was amazingly hungry. He felt like he hadn’t eaten in months.
He loaded up a few plates and hastily scurried back to his tent. Once back in the relative privacy and security of his little canvas cave, Yarne kicked off his boots and tossed his hairy, black, primal loincloth off to the side; it really wasn’t doing him any good anyhow, and the freedom from clothing felt refreshing and liberating. He plopped down on the pile of furs that passed as his bed; his legs were spread wide apart to accommodate his large cock, which was well on its way to being two feet long by now, and his huge balls, each one the size of a nice, ripe, grapefruit.
He noticed that his gut seemed even larger than before He caressed his bloated stomach tenderly as he marveled at the new size. He didn’t understand why it was growing, but he liked it for some reason. Just seeing the ever expanding bulge gave him a certain peace and security that he had never felt before. He could feel electric tingles arcing through his body as he ran his hands over the ever expanding bump. His gut was so large and round now that it looked much like basketball.
His hands drifted upward as he explored his newly enhanced chest as well. He had gone beyond having pecs, and now had noticeable moobs. They did not appear to be fat and saggy like most man-boobs he had seen before, though; they appeared to be pert and perky, just like a woman’s. As he caressed his now respectable rack, he could feel that his boobs were amazingly soft and sensitive to the touch. The nipples were particularly sensitive. He gave his left tit a tentative squeeze and moaned a bit at the pleasant feeling. Small streams of milk flowed out of his nipples as he continued to play with his new fun bags.
A loud grumbling from his gut told him that it was time to stop admiring his recent changes and start feeding his face. Yarne greedily snatched up the first plate and set it atop his expanding gut; his new and improved midsection was already starting to have some unexpected uses. He picked up a piece of bacon and sniffed it apprehensively. It smelled greasy and foul; he still didn’t understand how all of his human friends ate this stuff. He nibbled a bit at the end and nearly gagged. It tasted every bit as bad as he had expected seared muscle tissue to taste. It was so revolting that he needed more. He heartily choked down the other twelve slices that were on his plate.
The food was definitely what he needed. He could feel his stomach churn and gurgle appreciatively. As if spurred on by the recent nutrition, the bulge in his midsection grew even faster; he could actually see it churn and ripple as it expanded. His boobs, too, swelled up before his very eyes. The pleasant whirling in his stomach was getting him strangely aroused; his changes were both exciting and erotic to him. He could feel his dick getting harder and his tits leak in response.
His hefty cock couldn’t rise up due to the enlarged mass of belly that was weighing down on it from above, so instead his dick protruded outward. As it reached its maximum density, Yarne was finally able to see the tip; it had to be at least three feet long and and as thick as his waist. It was then that he became aware of the soft, squishy mass pressing against his knees. His nuts were now so huge that they filled up his entire lap. He wished he could see them for himself, but he knew they were massive. He reached down and dug his fingers in and massaged his humongous balls. As he continued to knead his massive nuts, a small moan of pleasure escaped his mouth that surprised even him. As his arousal grew, he considered busting his nut right there in the middle of camp, but it would be a shame to let such good food go cold; besides, if what one plate had done to him was any indication, the next two would be even better.
The second plate was piled high with rolls of bread and a few carrots. Yarne wasted no time in scarfing down the carrots; they were his favorite food after all. The bread on the other hand required a little bit of psyching up first. Yarne sniffed at the bread cautiously at first. It certainly smelled a lot better than the bacon, and even had a light earthy aroma to it that he liked so very much. He took an exploratory bite and found it to be warm and flaky; not a combination he was used to in his food, but one that he did not find disagreeable.
After that, he funneled the rolls into his mouth as quickly as was possible for him. He quickly found that chewing large mouthfuls of the bread became far harder than he had anticipated. He begrudgingly slowed his pace, but still managed to snarf down the entire plate in a matter of minutes.
He had heard the ladies in camp bemoan the abundance of bread many times before. Many of them complained about how all the whole grain goodness would go straight to their hips and butts. Yarne didn’t mind a little extra in the hips and butt, though, and was pleasantly surprised that he was experiencing a little bit of growth there too; it was nowhere near as pronounced as his enhancements in the front, but he could definitely feel his rear end getting thicker under him.
He was already well aware of the pleasant churning in his stomach that had returned. His dick too seemed to be gaining even more mass; it felt like his cock was getting harder and harder by the second. He felt harder and more aroused than he had in his entire life. He was amazed that he hadn’t creamed his tent yet, but was more interested in soaking up the sensations than he was in getting off. He rubbed his belly some more and found that it had grown so large that he could no longer wrap his arms all the way around it. He leaned into it and rested his head against his immense belly, and felt his now, exceptionally large boobs smash up against it in the process. Each enlarged tit was now quite a bit larger than his head.
Yarne turned his attention to the third, and last, plate of food he had procured. There was plenty of lettuce on this one which was great for him, but there were also these weird, white and yellow floppy disks. He knew enough to know that these were eggs, even though they looked nothing like any of the eggs he had ever seen before. He sniffed at it reluctantly. It smelled greasy like the bacon, but nowhere near as bad. He nibbled hesitantly at the edges and found that it was fairly bland. He didn’t care for the greasy texture of it, but the flavor was alright. He tossed a few fried eggs into his mouth and began to chew. The large yellow blister in the center of one of them popped almost instantly. He could feel the slimy goop filling his mouth. He panicked for a moment as he debated between spitting it out or swallowing it all. He eventually settled on swallowing it. The foul tasting muck in the center of the eggs was awful. He still couldn’t believe humans ate this crap, but he had a full plate left and wanted more.
Yarne scarfed down the entire plate of eggs. His taste buds were screaming for him to stop, but his gut was screaming louder. As he downed each egg, his gut began to inflate more and more. He washed the foul taste down with the some, crisp lettuce. This seemed to appease both his stomach and his mouth.
His latest surge of growth finally subsided, and he found that he could no longer see over his massive gut; it was so large that it even bushed the sides of his long, narrow tent. His beach ball sized boobs strained heavily against the fabric wall of the tent on either side of him. He could feel the canvas rubbing against his extra sensitive nipples, which just served to make him even more aroused. He could also feel a definite draft on the tip of his dick. He couldn’t see it, but he was sure that his cock was poking out the front flap of his tent. This meant it had to be well over five feet long and far thicker than his body. He had no idea how huge his nuts were, but he figured if they grew proportional to his cock they would have to be the size of boulders; indeed, he could feel the massive orbs spilling over his lap and brushing against the canvas sides of the tent.
He had just about outgrown his tent, but already he wanted more. As Yarne struggled to his feet, he became painfully aware of just how heavy his new enhancements were. He had always had superhuman strength, and he needed just about every ounce of it he could muster just to stand up. Yarne had failed to take into account that the tent narrowed considerably as it went up. Yarne’s gut and boobs strained the sides of the fabric when he was seated, but now that he was standing, they were just far too wide for the tent. The stakes popped loose from the strain, and the entire tent collapsed around him. He shook off the canvas cloak and stood, fully nude, in the center of camp.
A large crowd had already gathered; it hadn’t taken long for rumors of strange noises coming from his tent to circulate, and it took even less time for rumors of a giant cock poking out the front to make their rounds. As Yarne stood up, he was finally able to see over his gut, but only barely. His huge, heavy belly rested atop of massive, rock hard shaft. His dick was oozing pre. He didn’t particularly mind the crowd; he was far too caught up in the sensations of his expansion.
Ricken pushed his way to the front of the pack. He was shocked by what he saw. His future paradox son was sporting a dick larger than he was, and had massive nuts to go with it. Yarne’s gut looked like a hot air balloon, and he had an amazing set of gigantic boobs. As Ricken ran forward to try and talk to Yarne, he also got a look at Yarne’s massive, luscious ass. Yarne used to be pretty flat and unremarkable from the back, but now his hips were easily three times as wide as they had been. Two large, firm butt cheeks filled out the entirety of his backside and then some. His small, black tuft of a cottontail looked ridiculously out of place sandwiched between the two immense cheeks. “Oh, geez. This is bad.” Ricken muttered to himself.
Yarne could hear the whiney voice of the small, thin, brown haired mage beside him and turned to look down upon the alternate timeline version of the boy who would grow to be his father. “Father!” Yarne called out happily. “Have you seen this?”
“Oh, geez. Everyone in the camp has seen this... Oh, man…” He whined as he gripped the edges of his wide brimmed at nervously.
“I think I might be having children. Do you hear that? I have saved my race!” Yarne continued to shout happily as he continued to rub his immense belly. He was too ecstatic to even care about the crowd around him. His smile faltered bit and he began to wince. “Something’s different. I don’t think I like this anymore!”
Ricken stepped back as he gasped in awe. Yarned’s body was changing again. His cock, balls, and tits were swelling even more and looked about ready to burst, but the biggest change was Yarne’s gut. It was getting fuller, but no longer expanding. It’s formerly smooth, spherical shape was bulging and contorting. Large bumps formed in the surface. It was as if it was packed to the brim with large, ovular objects. “…eggs...!?” Ricken gasped in shock. “Oh, geeze. Oh man. Where’s your mother. What do we do?”
“Father! Was it like this when I was born?” Yarne called out anxiously.
“I don’t know! We haven’t even had you yet! You’re older than I am!” Ricken shouted back as he pulled down harder on the brim of his mage’s hat.
Yarne moaned loudly in a combination of pleasure and pain as he fell back onto his large, plush ass. “I think it’s time…” He managed to moan. Yarne could feel the pressure building in his ass and rolled backwards so he was lying flat on his back.
“What do I do? What do I do?” Ricken whined as he tried to devise a solution. Even though Yarne wasn’t really his son, but rather the son of a much older, doomed timeline version of himself, Ricken still had a soft spot for the bunny boy. He needed to find someway to help him out.
Ricken noticed Yarne trying unsuccessfully to spread his gigantic, firm cheeks. “Everyone! Help him out! Lift his legs!” Ricken shouted to the crowd. A few of the biggest, burliest men in the garrison rushed forward to try and position the inflated taguel. “Oh, man… I still can’t get in close. I need someone to lift his… I need someone to move those… Well you know! Clear a path!” Ricken sputtered as he gestured two the large fleshy boulders that were Yarne’s colossal balls. It took Inigo and Stahl to lift the right nut. As always, Stahl; the kind, brown haired mounted infantryman, was cavalier to lend a hand, but Inigo, the sauve ladies’ man, was less than thrilled to have a testicle that weighed more than he did mashing up against his chest and face. Gregor; the large, kind hearted, middle-aged mercenary, handled the left side by himself.
“Hehe. You are sly dog. Having the grandchildren before Gregor even have the first children.” Gregor managed to joke with a pained smirk as he struggled under the weight of the titanic nard.
Ricken was now in a good position to stare down the exposed cheeks of his paradox son’s ass. He could already see the pinkish shell of an egg pressing against the rear hatch, but it was far too large to make it out without a little help. “Oh, geeze…” Ricken muttered to himself as he pulled out a small parcel from his robes. He used the oily balm from his vulnerary on the rim of Yarne’s hole in an effort to make the next stage much less painful. Ricken placed his fingers into the taguel’s asshole and steadily worked at stretching out the opening. He could hear Yarne groaning, but he did not seem to be in pain; if anything it sounded like he was enjoying it.
Ricken could feel the pressure building up, and he didn’t want to risk any of the eggs breaking. Yarne’s ass was dilated pretty far already, but it would still be a tight fit for the giant eggs. Ricken sighed inwardly as he resigned himself to what he must do next. He found himself wishing he had worn gloves as he reached both hands deep inside the bunny boy’s ass and grabbed onto the egg. Ricken was using his arms to hold the passage open wide as he pulled out the egg. He pulled and pulled but it was slow going. It was a very tight fit, and he didn’t dare pull too hard and risk cracking the egg.
Ricken could hear Yarne moaning even louder now. The taguel’s hole was clinching up tightly around Ricken arms as he struggled to extricate the egg. It felt like Yarne’s entire body was shuddering.
Within moments, Yarne let out a loud, sensual moan as he unloaded a gigantic torrent of jizz across the camp. Large ropes of cum arced from out of his ten foot long cock and rained down, coating tents and people alike. Ricken was glad he had his hat to keep the goop out of his eyes as large gobs of spooge rolled off the brim. Others were far less fortunate.
The egg slowly slid out as Ricken continued to pull at it. Finally, it pulled loose with a sickly plopping sound. Ricken tumbled backwards as his counter-balance suddenly disappeared on him and landed with a splat in the muck. Ricken didn’t make any effort to try and catch his hat as he rolled back; instead, he focused his attention on gripping the egg to his chest and cushioning the fall for it. He breathed a sigh of relief as he realized that the egg appeared to be completely intact, but he could tell from the size of Yarne’s bulging belly that there would be far more than just one egg to pry loose.
Ricken set the egg aside and got back up to pull out the next one. By this time, Ricken’s robes were so caked with mud and jizz that they were becoming heavy and unwieldy. He realized that they were just slowing him down, and any semblance of public decency had no place in the shadow of his future son’s twelve foot boner. He peeled off his clothes and flung them haphazardly aside as he got back down on his hands and knees and went back to work on delivering more eggs.
Ricken continued to pull out more and more eggs clad in just his boots. The process went on like this for the better part of an hour. Each time Ricken shoved his long, slender arms up inside of Yarne to pull out the next egg, he would feel Yarne shudder and buck as yet more spooge would rain down upon them. Now that Ricken no longer had his large hat to protect him, he found that he would often get the goop in his eyes and in his mouth, but he did not let that deter him. He was determined to see this through to the end. The other men in camp took turns holding up Yarne’s legs and massive nuts, but Ricken staid focused on his task for the duration of the process.
Finally, the last egg slipped free, and Ricken placed it on the pile with the rest of them. He counted out thirty-two potential grandchildren as he let out a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat and cum from his brow. He turned back to survey the damage. Much of the camp was now soggy with jizz, and the same could be said for his friends and comrades. Yarne’s stomach was back to being as flat and firm as it had ever been, but his now soft cock capped out at well over nine feet. Yarne’s massive mammaries had not deflated at all either; both gigantic tits were as big and round as the gigantic kettle that the army’s cook used when preparing large batches of stew for dinner. It was pretty obvious that the taguel would no longer be spending any time on the front lines, but that was probably for the best; he would soon have plenty of kids to take care of.
Off in the distance a grim shadow looked out over the aftermath of her hex. “Feh. Stupid bunny wasn’t supposed to actually enjoy it… Oh well. I suppose that can be my one good deed for the year.” Tharja muttered as she slinked back into the shadows.
Yarne continued to lie there in the muck. That process was long, painful, but strangely fulfilling. He hadn’t taken the time to take stock of the changes to his body, but he could already tell the massive weight in his belly was all gone. His cock, ass, and boobs still felt huge, though. He had more important things to worry about, though. Now that he no longer had to seek a mate for the sole purpose of preserving his race, his options were wide open to him. His thoughts drifted to Gerome, the handsome but sulky youth that traveled back in time with him. Gerome tried to hide his feelings from everyone, but it was still clear that he greatly missed his family. “Well, I’ll be sure to give him a nice large family.” Yarne thought to himself as he rubbed the now pronounced bump in his gut. |
f487ce3960189b78918da7991c10aa74a9fc8922046c0ebdb978772c61734bbb | 8,519 | 0 | Chapter 0 - 50g |
Ike strode briskly through the corridors of the ship. Any crewmen or mercenary he encountered was quick to move to the side and allow the commander to pass uninterrupted. The look of mixed exasperation and concern clearly visible on his face indicated to them that now was not a good time.
Ike opened door after door, strode down hallway after hallway, but still he could find no trace of the elusive thief. He was just about to call off his search when a gust of wind caught his attention. He was in the middle of the ship; on the bottom level in the storeroom, no less. There is no way there is a draft in here. Ike didn’t have time to ponder the breeze, though. Almost immediately afterwards, the only door in and out of the armory slammed shut behind him.
Ike spun around, but there was no one there; just the mercenaries’ supplies and a large, solidly locked door. “…Volke?” Ike asked into the seemingly empty room. His voice revealed his trepidation.
“Right here.” Came the brusque reply from somewhere behind him. Ike spun around to see the master thief leaning casually against one of the weapon racks as if he had been there the whole time. Volke had the same smug grin on his face as he always did; a grin that seemed to say, “I know what’s really going on here, and you don’t.”
It was no secret that Volke knew more about anyone than they did about themselves. That was his business after all. He dealt in secrets. For all of his ferocity on the field of battle, what really made him dangerous was his knowledge of everything that made someone tick and what could stop them dead in their tracks.
Ike was momentarily unnerved by that cocky grin and the thief’s cold, merciless brown eyes, but he steeled his resolve and managed to muster up enough courage to chew out his shady employee. “Where have you been? You disappeared the moment we got on this ship!” Ike hoped he sounded more forceful and in command than he felt.
Volke just continued to lean casually back as he kept his eyes locked on Ike’s soulful blue eyes. Volke could see the uncertainty in Ike’s eyes; an uncertainty that Ike was trying desperately to mask. Volke tilted his head a bit, the subtle change in his demeanor made his once smug expression take on a much more condescending manner. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be there when you need me.”
Ike was flustered by this response, but tried not to let it show. Even Shinon, who was openly antagonistic of everything Ike tried to do, did not fluster him near as much as the tall, thin, brown haired, man of mystery that was so disrespectfully standing before him. “It’s not me; it’s my sister. You’ve never once shown up for a meal, and she thinks you’re dying of hunger.”
Volke chuckled a bit at this. It was a dark laughter that sent chills down Ike’s spine. “Did we ever eat together when we are on land?” Volke asked; smug condescension dripping from his words.
Ike was getting very annoyed by this man now but tried to keep his cool, lest he say or do something that he’d regret. “All right. Listen. Land? Big. Ship? Small. It’s not the same thing. I don’t want Mist roaming the ship with a plate of food anymore. Eat one meal a day with us.”
Volke was genuinely amused by Ike’s little outburst, but he maintained the same smug look as before. It was so rare that anyone had the nerve to sass him. Volke was impressed. “One hundred gold.” Was all he said in reply.
Ike was taken aback. Was he really being charged to make someone else eat food? The nerve of this guy! “You’re going to charge me? To make you eat? And that’s more than you charge to pick a lock! Why?”
Volke stuck his hands in his coat pocket and began walking towards the door. “I don’t like large groups. Bye. Call me if you decide it’s worth it.”
As Volke walked past Ike, his demeanor changed a bit though. He put a hand on Ike’s shoulder. Volke whispered something to Ike. His voice was smooth and dark in such a way that sent chills down Ike’s spine, but his voice wasn’t sinister this time. If anything it was… seductive? “Or maybe there is some other reason you are looking for me?”
This man was always able to get Ike flustered, and this time was no exception. There was something different this time, though. Ike wasn’t so much bothered by Volke’s comment so much as he was… aroused? That would appear to be the case. Ike’s face felt warm and flush and he could feel a stirring down below. “What do you mean?” Ike inquired hesitantly.
“I make it my business to study ally and foe alike. You never know which will be which by the end of the day. You’re an interesting case, though. You appear to be a brave and noble leader to all you serve with and a ruthless and skilled warrior to those you fight against, but I have seen otherwise.” Ike gulped in fear as the mysterious man before him continued to speak. He did not like where this was going.
Volke sensed Ike’s anxiety and stepped up his advance. “I see a boy; a boy barely old enough to lift a sword, let alone lead an army. I see a pup who is not ready for the mantle of command, but puts on a good show because it is expected of him.” Volke pulled off his red scarf and draped it over a nearby armor rack. “I am offering you the opportunity to stop being commander of the Greil mercenaries for a bit. No one here has any expectations for you to live up to.”
Ike was admittedly intrigued by the offer. Putting on a brave face for his friends and family and the soldiers who served him had been wearing away at his resolve for a while now. He hadn’t been ready when command fell to him, and he still didn’t feel like he was prepared enough. “How much?” Ike asked with a mix of hope and reluctance.
“You learn quick.” Volke chuckled as he pulled off his brown coat and added it to the rack with his scarf. “fifty gold.”
“Fifty? But that’s how much you charge to unlock treasure.” Ike retorted with indignation.
“Yes. It’s a fair price. It’s what I charge to open up anything.” Volke continued as he pulled his belt off too.
“But I’m not some chest!” Ike was getting indignant now.
“Really, now?” Volke asked with a tinge of smug sarcasm as he moved forward and began unbuttoning Ike’s shirt. “No. I suspect not. You’ve got a really nice chest.” Volke chuckled as he ran a still gloved finger down the contours of Ike’s abs.
Ike’s face was completely flushed by this point. He knew he needed this, and Volke knew he needed it too. “Ok, yes. I accept.”
“Contract accepted.” Volke replied as he pressed his hand into Ike’s throbbing erection. A damp spot had appeared on the crotch of Ike’s pants and continued to spread as he leaked pre. Volke deftly removed his shoes and pants, and was soon standing before Ike in all his naked glory. He wasn’t nearly as ripped as his younger commander, but he was definitely well muscled. He had a lithe musculature befitting of a finely tuned killing machine.
Volke’s cock was thick and veiny. Ike gasped as he saw the incredible piece that the thief was sporting below his thick mass of brown pubes. The impressive tool had to be at least nine inches and it wasn’t even hard yet!
Volke knelt down in front of Ike and worked at his belt. His deft hands easily had the buckled undone and Ike’s pants around his inkles in a matter of seconds. Volke was now eye to eye with the commander’s sword. Ike’s dick was not nearly as thick as Volke’s but was long and smooth; almost as long as Volke’s. Below Ike’s firm shaft dangled two large, heavy balls. The whole package was topped off with a small blue tuft of hair. It turns out that Ike had naturally blue hair after all.
Volke wrapped his mouth around the commander’s ready shaft as he worked over Ike’s huge nuts with his gloved hands. Ike was quickly losing himself in the pleasure. He was quickly reaching climax. He could feel the pressure building up inside his full balls.
What happened next caught him completely off guard. He could no longer feel Volke’s lips around his meat. Instead he felt something much tighter. Ike managed to open his eyes and look down. His cock was now adorned with a series of small leather belts; much like the ones that decorated Volke’s dark coat. Ike has always thought all those extra belts had just been for decoration. Now he wished he had known better.
The straps around his cock were wrapped so tight that it was impossible for him to cum. He desperately wanted to, though. “What are you doing? This isn’t what we agreed upon.” Ike asked frantically.
“Isn’t it? You didn’t ask me to get you off, pup. The agreement was I would treat you as you wanted to be treated; a whiny little boy who is neither ready nor willing to command troops. What you crave is to be put in your place. Now you are the subordinate and I am the master.” Volke stood up and began kissing his way down the nape of Ike’s neck as he pulled Ike’s shirt off the rest of the way. When Volke’s trail of kisses reached Ike’s shoulders he bit into the boy’s soft flesh; not enough to draw blood, just enough to mark him as Volke’s property.
Ike didn’t want to admit that he was aroused by this, but his still throbbing erection gave him away. He was not afraid of a little pain, and having all power and control stripped from him for the night was strangely liberating. He was losing himself to the constant barrage of pleasure and pain as Volke continued to work him over.
Volke slid around behind Ike and used another belt to bind his hands together while he continued kissing and biting along Ike’s neck and shoulders. Volke made sure the binding was nice and secure so that Ike would be completely unable to use his hands or otherwise break free. Once he was sure the boy was suitably bound, Volke delivered a swift kick right into the center of Ike’s muscular back.
Ike gasped in shock as he topped over. It was impossible for him to regain his footing with his pants down around his ankle as they were, and so he fell, face down into the hard, plank wood floor. Ike tried to look behind him to see what Volke was doing, but it was impossible for him to see what the shady individual was doing. He didn’t need to see, though, for soon he felt exactly what Volke was up to.
Volke beamed a sadistic grin as he stared down upon the now exposed muscular ass of the company commander. Ike’s tight hole had obviously never been used, and Volke intended to rectify that. Volke got down on his knees and gripped Ike’s firm cheeks with each hand. He spread them wide as he ran his tongue along the exposed crevasse. Volke could taste the boy’s sweat and feel Ike’s eager hole twitch with anticipation under his tongue.
Volke was spurred on by the boy’s reaction and redoubled his efforts. He continued to run his tongued around the boy’s twitching ring and even played at poking inside a little. The whimpers of pleasure from the commander made it obvious that he was enjoying the attention that his ass was getting; enjoying it a little too much, maybe.
Volke had had enough of play with his prey. “Enjoying this, are we, whelp?” Ike whimpered a little in reply. A few dribbles of pre that managed to slip past the tight leather barricades were dripping onto the floor. “Don’t get too comfortable. I’m just getting warmed up.
Ike almost screamed as the gentle play at his backdoor changed to something much harsher. Volke plunged into him raw, and continued to ream the boy over and over at full force. Ike clenched his eyes and tried to work through the pain as Volke’s huge, thick cock tore him up.
Strangely enough, Ike found himself enjoying the sensation after a few minutes. Once the initial shock was over and his muscles loosened enough to allow the thief’s shaft easy access, it started to feel kind of nice. He began to rock his hips back and forth in time with the steady rhythm of Volke’s cock sliding in and out of him.
Volke grunted and Ike moaned in pleasure as Volke unloaded his seed into the commander’s greedy ass. Wave’s of spunk flooded the boy’s inner corridors. Ike had never imagined it could feel so good to be filled in such a way. He gave a contented sigh as Volke pulled out and spunk dribbled out of his now ravaged hole.
Volke looked down at his handy work. It would take weeks for the boy’s hole to close up normally again. It didn’t look like Ike minded how nice and loose he was, though. “It seems you like having all my cum inside you.” Volke teased. Ike managed a contented whimper as a reply.
Volke’s lips spread into a twisted grin. “Oh, but it’s all spilling out. You don’t want that, do you?” Again, all Ike could do was whimper. Volke reached over and grabbed a spear off of one of the weapon racks and shoved the end of the long pole into Ike’s now incredibly loose ass. The shaft easily slid in several inches and stayed there.
Ike gritted his teeth against the pain. The wooden pole was much less pleasant to have inside of him than Volke’s cock was. It did feel kind of nice to still be nice and full, though.
Volke walked around to Ike’s front. He squatted down and grabbed a mass of blue hair. Volke lifted Ike up by his hair and stared into the boy’s lust clouded, blue eyes. “Had enough yet?” Ike tried to nod, but it was impossible with the way Volke was holding him.
Volke sneered at Ike, and then swiftly flung Ike backwards by his hair. The blade of the spear wedged in tightly between two of the floorboards causing Ike to fall back onto the firmly rooted shaft. The wooden pole shoved painfully into him even deeper than before. Ike managed to move his hands into position and grab hold of the shaft and steadied himself upon it. He wasn’t able to move any direction, but at least he was able to keep himself from falling even farther onto the spear.
Despite the pain, Ike was still hornier than he had ever been before. All he wanted was to find release, but the pleasure and pain he had been subjected to made it near impossible for him to form words. Ike’s eyes pleaded with Volke to release him, or at the very least allow him release.
Volke gave Ike and sadistic grin as he kneeled down in front of the commander. He grabbed a hold of Ike’s still rigid dick and worked the shaft up and down. As he did this, Volke used his thumb to play with the sensitive head of Ike’s cock. Tears were streaming down Ike’s eyes as his mind pleaded for release.
“Please… take them off…” Ike managed to croak between gasps of pleasure and pain.
Ike looked at him. His eyes were cold and dead serious, but his mouth was still frozen in a twisted grin. “Fifty gold.”
“Huh?” Ike managed to ask incredulously. Was Volke really going to charge him to get him out of the situation that Volke had put him in in the first place? The look on Volke’s face let Ike know that he was dead serious. “Do it… I’ll pay.”
Volke nodded. “Contract accepted.” He said flatly as he undid the first binding, but then went back to working over Ike’s still bound cock.
“The rest… please!” Ike gasped.
“One payment. One lock. Fifty gold.” Volke responded coldly.
Ike nodded. He knew this already. “I’ll pay!... take them off!”
“Contract accepted.” Volke undid the second binding. There was just one more to go, but Volke calmly continued to stroke Ike’s dick.
“Last… The last one… please.” Ike gasped. He needed release, and his muscles were shaking from trying to hold himself up in such an awkward position.
“Fifty gold.” Volke once again callously demanded.
“I know!... I know… please… I accept.” Ike was panting now. He needed this so bad.
“Contract accepted.” Volke said as he stood up.
“What? Release me!” Ike demanded. He didn’t know what Volke was doing, but he obviously wasn’t in the middle of undoing the last strap.
Volk casually stroked the last little bit of cum from his cock into the palm of one of his hands, and then cleaned the rest of it off of his cock with his other glove. Volke then looked at Ike and calmly replied. “You know how I work. I accept the contract, but it is up to me to decide when and where to execute it. Now be a good boy while I’m gone.”
Ike was livid. He was about to let this insolent little sellsword have a piece or two of his mind, but before he could even get a decent shout going, Volke wadded up his cum-coated gloves and shoved them into Ike’s mouth.
Volke patted Ike on the cheek and with a sadistic grin, he replied. “Try not to have too much fun.”
Ike could do nothing but watch as Volke casually got dressed in front of him, and strolled out of the room like nothing had happened. Ike was completely helpless. He couldn’t move or else he’d end up impaled even farther onto the spear, and he couldn’t shout because of the soggy wad of leather shoved into his mouth. All he could do was remain perched there, and pray that his muscles held out until Volke saw fit to release him.
Volke strode calmly into the dining hall as the rest of the crew got their food. All eyes were on him. The vast majority seemed to be annoyed that he was there, fearful, or otherwise displeased to see him, but there was one little girl who was very excited.
“There you are! I was worried about you!” Mist ran up to Volke with a fresh plate in her hands. “I hope you like it. I made it myself!”
The girl looked around for a second than looked back at Volke. “Have you seen Ike?”
Volke took the plate and patted her on the head. “Oh he’ll be along later. He’s a little tied up at the moment.” Volke was smiling as he took his plate to a quiet corner of the room to enjoy his meal. |
f487ce3960189b78918da7991c10aa74a9fc8922046c0ebdb978772c61734bbb | 8,137 | 2 | Chapter 2 - Geno-type pt. 2 |
Monday morning rolled around and Tyler was up and ready to seize the day. He was too excited to sleep properly and was up and about well before his alarm was set to wake him for school. He was excited to go to school. For the first time in his life he was actually excited to go to school. Not for the learning, no, never for the learning. He needed to speak to Jake. He had tried calling him, but that boy could sleep through a thermo-nuclear apocalypse. No. He’d just have to wait until they ran into each other later on in the day.
Tyler was so pleased with his good fortune. His life was really going to turn around now, and he wanted Jake to know. He wanted anyone to know. He wanted everyone to know. All he could think about was how big could he grow? How big would he grow? The possibilities were infinite, but he didn’t want to jump the gun, and besides, after all the hours he spent testing out his current growth he would never even make it to school if he were to grow again now.
He had been so busy pacing his room thinking about what was in store for him that he was completely surprised when his alarm starting blasting. God, he hated this song. It used to be his favorite song, too. Let this be a lesson to you. Never set your favorite song as your wake up alarm or as your ring tone. You will learn to resent those repetitive tones and all the evil and wicked that they represent.
Tyler began the process of preparing for classes. He started off, like always, with a long hot shower. This shower ran a little long, though; because he could not stop admiring his newly enhance dick and balls. He held his balls in his soapy hand and just sort of shifted the weight amongst his fingers. Even after having been emptied repeatedly through the course of the night they were still much larger than they had ever been before last night. Each one was roughly the size of those Cadbury eggs he liked. Not the tiny, ones that came in a bag, but the medium ones that were foil wrapped. It’s a shame they were only available around Easter time.
One of his friends had gone abroad one summer and brought him back one of the novelty jumbo eggs. Could you imagine being able to get cream eggs any time of the year? Wait, screw that. Imagine having nuts the size of those novelty eggs. Dammit, now Tyler was getting hard. He was just beginning to think that maybe he’d have time to sneak in one more quick one… But it was not to be. Right then his mom began banging loudly on the bathroom door. If he didn’t hurry up and get his ass out of there and eat is breakfast he was going to be late for school. And stop wasting all the hot water!
With a sigh Tyler turned off the hot water and stood under the icy jet. Less because he cared about saving hot water for others in the house, but because he needed to stop his semi before it digivolved into a raging hard-on. After a painfully chilly minute of rinsing out the conditioner in his hair, he shut off the water, grabbed a towel, dried off, and then wrapped the towel around his waste and went back to his room to get dressed. He quickly grabbed a clean pair of boxer briefs from his dresser and pulled them off. Now this was an odd sensation… He had never had to worry with this before. He was cramped. He reached his hand down the front and began to move things around. Nope, he couldn’t go up. He’d run into the waistband. He tried shifting left, and while there was more room, it just didn’t feel right. These underoos were just too tight in all the wrong places. He remembered seeing those ads for designer underwear. The ones that were said to have custom pouches to really show off what your momma (or Geno, in this case) gave you. Maybe now that he actually had something to show off he would buy some of those.
Tyler really didn’t have time to mess with this right now so he reached into the drawer and pulled out a set of loose boxers which he normally used as pajama bottoms. These were nice and open so he could just slide his junk down one leg and go about his business. There probably wasn’t much use in wearing these since they didn’t offer any support, but he wasn’t mentally ready to go around commando. After that he quickly threw on the rest of his clothes, snarfed down his breakfast, brushed his teeth, grabbed his bag, and was out the door in time to just barely flag down the bus before it drove off without him. He really wished he could have just waited and rode in with Jake, but Jake had set his schedule so that he had his study period as his first class block of the day, which basically meant that Jake didn’t get on campus until second period. If Tyler was going to ride in with him, he would have had to skip his pre-cal class. Tyler was totally OK with this. His parents obviously less so.
Tyler slogged through the drudgery of his school day trying to contain his anticipation. He had to wait until after school for a chance to hang out with Jake. That’s the problem with being best friends with one of those smart kids. He spent all day attending these fancy AP classes while you had to sit here with all the common folk like a chump. Tyler actually had no interest in the AP classes. He was just about to go insane if he had to wait until this evening to gloat about his good fortune. Fortunately an opportunity arose just after school.
Monday just happened to be one of the days that the soccer team met to practice. Tyler had never once showered with the other guys on the team after a practice or a match. He always stayed behind to help clean up the field, and didn’t go into the locker room until well after everyone else should have left. He hid behind the excuse that as team captain it was his duty to help out. It really wasn’t his duty. He just really didn’t want to risk letting anyone else see him naked, but now those days were in the past. He didn’t have anything to hide any more. He actually wanted to let himself be seen.
After practice let out Tyler was quick to rush to the locker room and begin getting ready to shower. He made sure to not let anyone see his now sizeable endowments before he was ready. He tried to scope out everyone else’s dicks. Not in that way, mind you, but if he was going to show off he had to be sure he was the biggest of them all. He got a few good looks at some of the guys and some fleeting glances at the others. All in all they were fairly average, but then again, that would be the very definition of average. One or two of the boys came close to his current size, but none seemed to be bigger.
Just then Tyler felt a tick finger poke roughly into his right shoulder. “Yo, twerp! Surprised to see you dare show your face in here. You may be team captain on the field, but in here I’M the big man.” Tyler turned to see who it was, although he could already tell from the voice and attitude. It was George, or Gregory, or some other G name. Tyler didn’t really care about his name; all he knew was that this dude was a grade A douchenozzle. Asshole extraordinaire. A certified dickbasket with a little bit of bastard garnish. The big guy stood there, towering over Tyler. He was probably around 6 feet tall. Not quite as tall as Jake, but this guy was huge. He was one of those guys that looked fat until he took his shirt off. Then you realize that yeah, he is kinda fat, but there is only a little layer of fat surrounding a solid brick of muscle. His arms were crossed in front of his chest and he was leaning back in such a way as to minimize the appearance of his paunch and to accentuate his huge dick.
“Oh shit. He’s hung.” Tyler thought to himself. “Look at that thing. It’s got to be bigger soft than I am hard.” Tyler quickly regained his composure before anyone had a chance to suspect he was flustered. “Well then, time someone took him down a peg.” Tyler was really getting excited now. He could show off AND take some jackass to school doing it. He’d be a legend around school in no time.
“Oh. Hello, Biff, I didn’t know you were allowed in the men’s room.” Tyler responded as nonchalant as he could imagine. There were some nervous chuckles from around the room. The other guys had begun to gather because they could already tell this was going to be good.
“Think you’re really cute, don’t you, runt.” Biff spat.
“Oh, I think I’m adorable.” Tyler responded with a smirk. By now everyone was gathered around them in a semicircle.
“I’m surprised you had the nerve to show your face in here. Now let’s see you show the rest of you.” At this Biff made a lunge for Tyler’s towel. Tyler was quick enough to avoid his grasp, and kept his decency intact. Which is fortunate because what he had in mind required the element of surprise.
“Easy! At least buy me dinner first!” At this most of the guys in the room were howling with laughter. It had been too long since Biff had someone stand up to him. Biff on the other hand was getting furious. “What’s it matter what I have anyway? You seem well enough endowed that you shouldn’t be showing such textbook signs of penis envy. Or maybe that’s not it. Oh, yes. This makes perfect sense. Your whole sense of self worth is tied to your asserting dominance over everyone else through sheer virtue of size.”
Now Biff was pissed. “Fancy talk. You must have learned that from your boyfriend, but we all know the real reason you never show your face in here is because you are afraid of everyone else finding out about you having a caterpillar where real men have a snake!” At this he grabbed his package and gave it a firm shake to both emphasize his point and assert dominance over the others.
Tyler just sort of rolled his eyes and smirked. “Unfortunately, gentlemen, that is not the case. I usually like to help out the clean up because I didn’t want to damage your collective egos, but I really do have places to be today, and so you are stuck here with me. Although, really you don’t need to be jealous of little old me. You seem to have a perfectly respectable set there. What would you say that is? Six? Seven inches?”
“Try nine.” Biff said with a menacing smirk “You wouldn’t know since you have never seen one like this before.”
“You are right. I have not seen one like that. Most penises are attached like up front. Right below the stomach.” Tyler made a hand motion gesturing to his groin area. “It’s very rare to see a dick attached to a giant asshole like that one, but I suppose since you did so graciously show me yours it is only fair for me to show you mine.”
Tyler then hopped up on one of the benches and turned to face the crowd. “Alright, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you have all been waited for. You have shown me your nine inches. So what say you, I show you my ten?”
Biff was now noticeable unsettled. “You’re… you’re bluffing.”
“Am I now? Well then let’s count them off, shall we?” Tyler grabbed his towel and pulled it off in front of him. He held it up like a bull fighter cape in front of him, the top resting right at the base of his penis. He could already feel the warmth pulsing through his cock and balls. It’s time to give them a show.
“One.” Tyler said as he lowered the towel roughly an inch.
“Two” He lowered it even further. Everyone else could already see his cock was think. Incredibly thick. Impossibly thick.
“Three…. Four… Five…” He continued to steadily drop the towel. He could see some of the boys start to get uncomfortable. They could already see five inches of his soft shaft and it didn’t look like he was stopping any time soon.
“Six… Seven… Eight….” Tyler continued to lower the towel. He was still soft and over eight inches. He had already put Biff to shame. Tyler’s previous assumption that he was only seven inches soft was petty accurate. Tyler knew that Biff was saying he was nine inches at his full glory, but Tyler really wanted to demoralize him.
“Nine. This is how big you said you were, right? Huh, looks a little bigger on me, though. Maybe it’s just my imagination.” Tyler shot a smug glance at Biff. All the other boys looked briefly at Biff and then back to Tyler. Some of them were glad to see someone finally putting Biff in his place, but a few of them were really getting turned on by this unusual striptease. Tyler could see at least two of the boys try and casually hide their growing erections. This just spurred him on even more.
“And ten!” He stopped lowering the towel, but there was literally no end in sight. He had ten inches of visible cockshaft but he had not yet begun to flare out at the tip yet. Everyone could see this and knew it meant he had to be at least foot long, and still soft!
In one quick motion Tyler hopped off the bench, flung the towel over his right shoulder, and began walking towards the shower stall. “He looked back over his shoulder and said “Sorry, boys, but if you want to see the rest you’ll just have to use your imagination.” He made the last word sound all mystic and wiggled his fingers on his left hand to add to the comical mysticism. “Oh, and Biff, if it’s any consolation, at least as far as personalities go, you are still the biggest dick here.”
Tyler then swaggered off to the showers. He made sure to do a swaying runway style strut. He kept his legs far enough apart that everyone watching could see his now massive balls hanging heavily down between them, and he moved his hips in such a way that his long, heavy, cock swung like a pendulum, giving everyone fleeting glimpses of the head as it’s arc crossed into view on either side of his legs.
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Tyler barely had time to catch his breath when he noticed his balls were already full. His dick was also twitching as it was once again springing back to life. His changes seemed to have caused his nuts to be able to replenish themselves almost instantly. Tyler surveyed the damage to the stall and figured that he must have emptied and refilled his balls multiple times during his last shootout in order to cover the area as thoroughly as he had. He was going to need another shower to get all the spunk off of him, and his current stall was so coated that he was getting dirty faster than he could wash off.
Tyler decided to move to a clean stall. He picked himself up off the ground, shut off the faucet, and turned to head to open the curtain. He did not bother picking up his towel. It was too saturated with cum to be of any use to him for anything other than covering up. Besides chances are no one was left in the locker room anyway. Most of the other guys were already getting changed and packed up to leave before he did his stage show on the bench. If anyone was still left in the lockers, then they would have seen the fireworks, and there was really no point in being modest after that.
He pulled open the curtain and standing right outside was one of the freshman boys. Under normal circumstances this boy had wavy black hair and very pale skin. It seemed physically impossible for him to tan. He was outside just as much as the rest of the team and had nothing to show for it. Now he was standing there wearing nothing but his thick black-framed hipster glasses and a towel. His normally wavy hair was matted around his face; soaked with cum and water. He had apparently been well within the splash zone when the party started. He just stood there dumbfounded with his mouth hanging open and a blank look in his eyes. “Sammy!?” Tyler yelped.
Sam was too busy trying to collect the several scattered thought processes rushing around in his mind to bother trying to move his body. Sam was so amazed that Tyler actually knew his name... Sort of. No one had ever called him Sammy before. He was simultaneously confused and overjoyed by this. Sure, this wasn’t his exact name, but it was technically correct. It was like he had just been given a nickname; a pet name from his idol. He hoped that this was done as a sign of affection and not because he was deemed childlike by Tyler. Despite already being 16, Sam was always treated like a little kid. He was pretty out of the loop when his friends would talk about sex, and he still enjoyed watching cartoons.
He had waited for all the other boys to leave pretending to be busy brushing his teeth and fixing his hair. His real goal was to get some time alone with Tyler so he could finally work up the courage to talk to him. Sam had had a bit of a crush on Tyler since the first time they met. The only reason he even joined the soccer team was in an effort to get closer to Tyler, and now here Tyler was standing before him, naked, in all his glory, with the biggest set of cock and balls Sam had ever seen in his life dangling between his legs. Not just that, but Sam had just been unexpectedly drenched in a torrent of spooge from his one and only first crush. It was all too much for him to take. He stood there moving his mouth, but failing to make any words. He just stood there, shaking like a leaf, with his left hand down right about his crotch trying to hold up his towel that had been trying to fall off this whole time. His right hand was rubbing his left arm up and down nervously. His cheeks were flushed, and sweat was starting to trickle down his face.
Tyler realized that Sam was an inch away from a full on mental meltdown and tried to diffuse the situation. “I’ve seen you play out there. You’re pretty good. Glad to have you on the team.” Tyler gave the most reassuring smile he could muster and extended his hand for a handshake. The palm of his hand was actually relatively clean from having been firmly wrapped around his dick while the jizz was raining down. The backside, not so much. Sam was starting to be able to function rationally now, and returned the handshake.
“Th-Thank you, sir. I, uh, I wanted to thank you for standing up to that guy. He’s been a real pain around here.” Sam was trying to make eye contact, but failing. He would get nervous and instinctively look down. This would result in him staring directly at the mammoth member of the team captain. He would quickly shoot his gaze upward, and silently chastise himself for looking at his hero’s junk. “Oh, god, I must look like such a creeper, standing right outside your stall. I am so sorry. I just. It’s just. I heard this loud thump, it sounded like you fell or something. And I was worried you mi-“
Tyler held up his hands and gestured for Sam to calm down. “Easy. Easy. I am not worried at all. Sorry about, the whole” Tyler raises one of his hands and sort of gestures all around “making it rain. Um, you’ve got a little something right here.” Tyler reaches over and plucks a long, slimy, sticky strand that was on Sam’s face. It actually started on his right cheek, stretched over his right lens, and into his hair.
“There we are.” Tyler said as he lifted the strand off and then shook it off his hand onto the floor. He got a brief look at the floor while he was doing this. The large puddle was still not showing any signs of draining, and the wet atmosphere was keeping it from drying out. The janitors had their work cut out for them. Tyler also noticed something off about Sam’s towel.
Sam’s towel had almost completely fallen off by now. It was only held up by Sam’s hand pressing it down over his own junk.. Tyler could see that the area around the crotch was soaked clear through. Sam must have also cum some while Tyler was beating off in the shower. Sam also had a small slip of paper in his hand that was holding the towel up. “What’s that?” Tyler asked as he gestured to Sam’s hand.
“My towel?” Sam asked as he looked down. It was then that he realized that he had grabbed his towel with the hand that he was holding something else in. “Oh, shit!” Sam quickly started shaking out the piece of paper. He then tried to flatten it out with his fingers. He was too fixated on the paper to realize that he had dropped the towel.
Tyler took this opportunity to get a good look at Sam. Sam was one of those guys that seemed pretty ordinary at first glance. He looked thin and lanky when he is wearing clothes, but now that he was completely naked Tyler could see that was not the case. Sam was very lean, but very obviously muscled. He had one of those lithe builds where muscles didn’t become bigger, they just became more pronounced. His abs looked like they were carved straight into his stomach instead of being layered on top of it.
His cock was amazing too. Tyler wondered how he could have overlooked it. He did not remember Sam as having a particularly noticeable dick when he did his quick inventory earlier. He seemed pretty average in that regards. Now Sam was fully rigid, and his member put even Biff’s to shame. It was not nearly as big as Tyler’s but it came close to the foot mark. Tyler could also see that Sam’s dick was leaking large amounts of pre. Sam had a fair amount of spunk trickling down his legs. Tyler knew it couldn’t be his since Sam’s towel would have covered this area. Sam must have cum hard, at least once, and was already ready for more. Tyler was quite impressed, and his own python was beginning to wake up as well.
“Sorry about the mess.” Sam said. “I, uh, I was impressed by the way you stood up and, uh, handled that bully. I think you’re really cool, and maybe some day, if you have time, we could do something outside of soccer?” Sam looked at Tyler with big soulful puppy eyes. He held forth the slip of paper with both hands as if he was a Japanese business man presenting a business card. Sam also had just as much deference, if not more. He looked down at the ground, too afraid to make eye contact, and afraid of the oncoming rejection.
Tyler accepted the slip of paper that had Sam’s name and phone number scrawled on it. The slip of paper was also covered in cum, and not all of it was Sam’s. Despite being soaked and messy, the writing was still fairly legible. “Sure! I’ll shoot you a text sometime.” Tyler said with a smile. Sam’s face turned yet another shade of red and thanked Tyler profusely.
“Thank you! Thank you! I have to go! My ride has been waiting for me. They are going to be worried about me!” Sam hurried back to his locker and began to throw his clothes on very quickly. In a matter of seconds he was fully dressed. He was still wet and sticky so his clothes clung to his body in weird ways, and he still had strands of cum in his hair when he rushed out of the locker room to catch his ride.
Now that Tyler was the last one in the locker room he easily found a clean stall, and got cleaned up. He was already ready for another round of wanking, but he resisted the temptation. He really needed to get home, and he would never get anywhere if he just kept defiling each of the stalls.
He got back to his locker and pulled out a change of clothes. He grabbed his pair of loose track pants to wear home instead of his jeans he wore to school. He was still flying at half mast and so he really didn’t feel like trying to force two legs down one side of his jeans. He also didn’t bother putting his boxers on this time. They were unnecessary anyway. He slipped on his t-shirt and gathered his bags.
Tyler was feeling refreshed, and could have easily walked the few miles back to his home, but he was in a hurry. He needed to see Jake, and soon. He still had not seen or heard from him all day. Tyler had hoped to run into him around the school. It was pretty common for them to run into each other between classes and spend a few minutes talking as they walked. Tyler felt like he was about to burst if he didn’t tell Jake soon.
Tyler walked over to a bus stop that was just two blocks away. He had a bus pass for the city buses and so he didn’t have to worry about paying to ride. The bus would drop him off just a few blocks from his house, making his trip home far shorter, and air conditioned.
Tyler’s track pants were generally pretty loose, but today they were tight in a few key areas. Tyler semi pushed up against the fabric. The outline of his penis was easily visible to anyone who looked. Tyler thought about putting his gym bag on his lap to cover it, but he was far beyond the point of modestly. Instead he slid down in his seat a bit so that he has sitting more on the small of the back instead of on his butt. His pelvis jutted out over the edge of the seat, accentuating his bulge even further. Now everyone in the bus could see it, and judging from the stares and murmurs from the rest of the passengers, everyone had seen it.
Other than that the trip was pretty uneventful. Tyler managed to get home in just over twenty minutes. No one else was home yet, but this was to be expected. Tyler grabbed a box of sewing supplies out of the hall closet and began to rifle through it. Tyler always grabbed the scissors out of this box when he needed a set for his school projects, and so he remembered seeing the old, rolled, cloth tape measure several times in the past. Sure enough, it was still there. He figured the straight ruler would not be big enough any more; or ever again, for that matter.
He ran up to his room and locked the door behind him. He pulled off all his clothes and sat on the end of the bed, and unrolled the measuring tape. He placed one side at the base of his penis and began lining it up with the rest of the shaft so he could finally see how big he had become. Even he was a little surprised by the verdict. He was just over fourteen inches, and that was soft! He needed to see how big it was once he was hard. Fortunately just the excitement of finding out his new measurements caused his monster to spring to life. He managed to get fully hard in under a minute with just a little bit of coaxing by rubbing the shaft. He measured it and found out it was twenty-one inches! Almost two feet of solid cock! His hefty nuts were now the size of large grapefruits. It seems like they must have swelled again since his little scene in the shower. He didn’t remember wishing to grow again, but he didn’t think it really mattered. He was too happy with the results. He had to have the biggest dick in the world now.
Somewhere in the back of is mind he had to wonder if maybe he had overdone it. Maybe he should try and trim it back just a bit more. To make it more reasonable. He sat there and focused on trying to reduce his equipment down a bit. Nothing happened. Tyler was not sure how to feel about this. Maybe he just didn’t actually want it, which was what was holding him back? Just then he heard the front door open. Oh shit. Someone else is here. He focused on it harder. He pleaded with his dick to just shrink down just a bit. Then he thought of his wish again. He never asked for control of his size. All he asked was to be bigger. It then clicked in his mind. This was a one way trip. Nowhere to go but up. Tyler felt a lump form in his throat. He had to be careful now. If he let himself get too carried away he ran the risk of becoming some kind of freak show. It’s one thing to have a monster mega-cock, but is there such a thing as too big? If there was would he realize it before he got there?
Just then there was a knock on the door. Well, it was less a knock and more of a loud thud from someone faceplanting into the door. Jake was so used to just charging in whenever he felt like it, that he didn’t even check to see if the door was locked. He just tried to open to door and charge through in one quick motion. When he realized the door wasn’t opening he did not have time to stop his momentum before slamming face first into the door. Jake could hear Tyler talking to himself on the other side of the door. Tyler seemed to be saying something about how he had gotten big and now couldn’t get it to go back down. Jake looked up to the sky and mouthed a silent “Thank you.” To anyone who might be out there.
Jake reached above the door and pulled down the key. He then unlocked the door and walked right in. “Dude, we have to talk about- Holy shit! You’re huge!” Jake was trying to walk in as casually as possibly, but he not so secretly was hoping to catch a free shot of his friend. He was not expecting to see as much as he did, though. His best friend was sitting there, on the edge of the bed, with a towering spire of cock reaching up to his chest. “What the hell? That’s way bigger than last week!”
Tyler stood up quickly and made a futile attempt to cover himself. He couldn’t even cover his balls with both hands let alone his monolithic member. If anything Tyler’s attempts just drew Jakes attention to the gigantic spheres that were no dangling almost halfway down to Tyler’s knees. “Last week? What do you mean last week?” Tyler asked, his voice cracking a little.
Jake now knew he was busted. “Well, you remember that day I walked in on you while you were jacking it?” Jake asked sheepishly?
“You mean the day you walked in after I jacked it?” Tyler relaxed a little now. He realized that it was pointless to try and cover himself up and so he just stood there glaring at Jake wit his hands on his hips.
“Yeah. About that. I actually came in twice. The first time you didn’t seem to notice me and I saw what you were up to. I was just so stunned that I froze. I like, blanked and just stood there. When my head cleared I slipped back out of the room and waited for you to finish.
“And just how much of my jack of session did you watch?” Tyler probably should have been upset with his friend, but something about this just got him even more worked up.
Jake fidgeted a bit. “All of it… I stood there and watched you until you shot all over yourself. I then slipped out while you were caught up in the afterglow…” Jake was really feeling ashamed of himself now; both for what he had done, and for having kept it a secret.
Tyler just tiled his head a big and smirked. “Really, if you wanted in on the fun, you should have just asked.”
Jake couldn’t believe his ears. Tyler really wasn’t mad at him? Was he just jerking him around now? Tyler could be unpredictable at times, especially when horny, but Tyler had always been very shy and prudish when it came to his body and especially his penis. That did not seem to be the case anymore. Far from it, seeing as Tyler was now parading around the room naked as the day he was born. Jake could tell Tyler was really getting excited, too, because is dick had already began to dribble.
“In fact, why not make up for lost time?” Tyler said as he walked over to his desk chair and sat down. Is legs were spread wide giving his sack room to spread out and his balls began to droop over the front of the chair. Jake could see the seductive look on Tyler’s face beckoning him over.
Jake tried to say something, but his throat had tightened too much. All he could think of was how heed needed that thing in or around his mouth. He got down on his knees in front of Tyler and was eye level with the tip of his best friend’s cock. He had dreamed of this moment for years, but even in his wildest, wettest dreams had he ever imagined it like this. He grabbed the shaft with both hands and began licking the tip. He gave Tyler the best piercing blue bedroom eyes that he could manage. They seemed to work too. One of jakes hands was gripping a particularly veiny part of Tyler’s cock, and he could feel the rhythmic drumming of Tyler’s pulse begin to quicken as they made eye contact.
There was no way Jake could deep-throat this monster. Getting even the tip in his mouth required him to extend his jaw to its limits, but he did manage that much. He pulled down on the shaft and wrapped his mouth around the now exposed head. He pushed as much of the cock as he could into his mouth until it pushed up against the back of his throat. He worked up and down the few inches that he could get all while running his tongue over every square inch of surface he could reach. He did this for a minute or so and then the cock out of his mouth. He them worked the tip with both hands pushing in and out; kneading the head like dough. He pulled down on both sides of the head to open the slit a little more, and then worked the tip of his tongue in. He flicked at the sides he opening with what little bit of his tongue he could get in. Tyler was really leaking now and Jake drank it up. It was a bit bitter, but he never wanted to forget his friend’s flavor.
He kept his bedroom eyes trained on Tyler’s up until this point, but by now Tyler had closed his eyes and he was beginning to convulse. Jake was not ready to let him cum just yet. He had waited too long for this to be over like that. He pulled off of the head and began working the shaft more. His left hand kneaded up and down the side of the shaft and his right hand massaged one of Tyler’s massive balls while he worked every possible inch of it with his tongue. He wanted to savor this moment, savor the salty, sweaty taste of his friend’s skin, the sound of Tyler’s moans.
Jake was rock hard as well by now, and he felt like he was going to blow at any second. He knew it was time. He once again wrapped his lips around the tip and began to work it. Within seconds Tyler began to let loose a torrent; Jake came at the same time. He tried to swallow as much as he could, but it was coming too fast. His mouth was overflowing and he ran the risk of choking if he tried to drink any more. Still, Jake refused to let any of the downpour escape him. He pulled down on the cock and guided the blast over his body. He let it spray all over his face and chest, and once he had time to swallow all that was in his mouth he resumed sucking the head and drinking as much as he could. Tyler continued to cum and cum again. He fired steadily for several minutes. Jake had to pull out a few times to allow himself time to finish swallowing while he let himself bathe in the current.
They were both exhausted after this. Every inch of Jake’s face was coated with Tyler’s spunk. Much of his shirt was covered, too. His pants were coated in a mixture of both his and Tyler’s jizz. Tyler got shakily to his feet, and then helped Jake get up. Tyler helped Jake take his clothes off as they made out right then and there. Tyler alternated between kissing Jake and licking large gobs of is own cum off his friend’s face. Once they had managed to completely strip off all of Jake’s clothes the two of them collapsed onto Tyler’s bed. They drifted off to sleep in each others’ arms.
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Tags: [Implied Violence (Non-Sexual)] [Futa/F] [Reluctant] [Rough] [Anal] [Throatfucking] [Excessive Cum] [Heavy Cum Inflation] [Pregnancy]
Eyeing herself in the mirror, Katarina let out a sigh. So little time, so much preparation still to be done. Small wand in hand, she dipped it into a black vial of mascara and lifted it to her left eye. Pressing her index finger to the dark scar tissue, she lifted the skin of her eyelid and gently stroked the wand across her lashes, darkening and thickening them.
Oh how she wished her sister were here. Beauty products and the art of applying them had always been Cassiopeia's domain. Over the years, Katarina had picked up enough from her to get by, but still her expertise would be helpful. The companionship would be nice too. She wasn't used to being distanced from her family for so long.
Then again... Katarina thought back to the last time the two had seen one another and cringed. Maybe being far away from Cassiopeia was a good thing. She'd never quite been the same since the curse had taken hold.
Setting the mascara back down atop the cabinet with the rest of her makeup, she plucked a tube of lipstick from the bunch. Popping it out, she eyed the dulled-red colour with a grimace. Nothing here was the same. It was impossible to find the perfect shade of blood red, and none of the blacks were as deep or dark as one would find in Noxus. Oh sure, you could find a million different varieties of garish gold or a melancholy blue, but where was that lovely crimson tone the colour of a bleeding heart being ripped from a foe's chest?
Heaving another sigh, Katarina traced along her lips, coating them with a thin layer of muted red. Pursing them, she rubbed them together to spread the coat evenly, then smiled at her reflection to examine the results. Not as extravagant as she was planning, but it was passable. The tube clicked against the hardwood cabinet as she put it away with the rest.
Taking a brush to her hair, Katarina began working the knots out of it. Lately, she was finding it a hassle to even get out of bed some days. Fortunately, the position she was afforded allowed her to actually get away with such lazy days, though it meant that when she did actually need to look presentable, she had several days worth of bedhead to comb through first. Unlike applying makeup though, removing the tangled clumps from her hair was an area she had a great deal of experience in. It had taken her a solid week of scrubbing, brushing, and washing to clean all the cum, sweat and grime from her crimson locks all those many months ago, and she was practically an expert now in hair care as a result. Before long she had her long red tresses straightened out, bouncing lightly and shining like luxurious silk.
Examining herself in the mirror once more, Katarina tilted her head, a pensive look on her face. Not too shabby. Now she just needed to find something a bit more flattering to wear, and she'd be ready for her guests. Alas, that was a task that was becoming more and more difficult by the day.
First things first though... Katarina rose from her seat and made her way to the window. Her gait was awkward, as though she still needed to adjust to walking. Pressing against the shutters that kept her bedchamber nice and dark, she opened them up and let the blinding sunlight invade her space. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she drank in the sight of yet another disgustingly bright day overlooking the Demacian cityscape below her.
Decadent golden hues and blue banners stretched as far as the eye could see. Grandiose, pristine buildings gleamed in the sun's rays, not a cloud in the sky to obscure them. Everywhere one looked there were tall, immaculate towers or magnificent, opulent roadways. Soldiers in shining armour stood guard on every street, while peasants made their way about in neat, orderly lines and groups. The entire city was a bastion of order, with not a single thing out of place.
Katarina hated it here.
The people were all so... Weak. Such a frail populace, so content with their lot in life, never struggling to increase their stature, never fighting to improve their lot in life, never striving to be anything greater than they are. They were all so satisfied and content with the status quo. Not a single one of them would survive a week in Noxus. They'd be eaten alive by somebody with true ambition, someone with the drive to grow, to get stronger. Here though, here in Demacia these weaklings survived. They thrived even, under the protection of the demacian military.
It was that very same military that Katarina was now dependent on to protect her own life. It sickened her to think about. In all of Valoran though, Demacia was the only city-state whose military had the strength to defy Noxus. And in the months that had passed since her last sanctioned League battle, it had become clear that she was no longer welcome in her home.
The assassin moved to the dresser that she had been gifted, absent-mindedly rummaging through the various outfits within. She paused as her hands fumbled over a sharpened dagger, hidden within a pair of tight leather pants that no longer fit. Thoughts adrift in the memories of her recent travails, she idly fingered the long blade, the edge of it so thin it could slice a hair. It had only been months, and yet so much had happened, it felt as though years had passed.
That damned LeBlanc. If only her death had been permanent. Were she nothing more than a long-digested meal in the pit of Cho'Gath's stomach, perhaps then she could at least be suffering within the comfort of her own home, Katarina thought to herself.
Ever the schemer, the failure of one plot just led to the start of another. Though her plan to discredit the League had not born fruit, that accursed witch had found another way to worm her way into a seat of power in Noxus. The old High Commander had been overthrown, and now her puppet Swain held absolute power over the state. Or, perhaps she was his puppet. Maybe they were both manipulating each other. It was hard to tell really. Regardless, the Black Rose now held sway behind the curtains, pulling strings and manipulating events. And what better use of their newfound power than to settle petty grudges? Despite her ultimate success, LeBlanc never did forgive Katarina for the role she played in foiling her plans, and so now the assassin herself had assassins after her. They lurked in every corner, hid in every shadow, just waiting for the moment she dropped her guard.
While normally such rank amateurs might be nothing more than a minor nuisance, Katarina's current... circumstances put her at a unique disadvantage that she was not accustomed to. And so, in a moment of desperation, she had turned to the only nation with the strength to assist her.
Reaching behind her back, Katarina fussed with the ribbons that tied her loose-fitting nightgown in place. She winced in a bit of discomfort, finding that she no longer had the flexibility she once possessed. She grimaced as she disrobed slowly, her heavy breasts bouncing free. In the past few months, they'd swelled even larger and lost a bit of their natural perkiness, such that they sagged slightly and weighed heavier on her chest.
The woman grit her teeth in frustration as she stripped. And how ironic it was, all this trouble she suffered for, and the original cause of her anguish had long been rendered irrelevant. An incident involving the time-mage Zilean, haphazardly constructed yordle technology, and a powdered creamer had caused some sort of temporal storm, the intricate mechanics of which Katarina didn't fully understand. What she did understand was that the resulting chaos had erased the League of Legends from existence entirely, rendering her effort to save it from LeBlanc's scheming and all the suffering she'd endured as a result completely moot.
Katarina was yanked from her bitter reverie by a sudden rapping on her window. Ah, she thought with a smile, it seemed her first guest of the day had arrived. Still, his timing was poor. Drawing the dagger from the bundle of clothes she'd pulled from the dresser, she whirled around and threw it at the intruder who so rudely came calling while she was still half-naked.
The blade struck a wood panel just next to her guest's head, the handle vibrating as it became embedded within. Yet the cloaked figure didn't so much as flinch from the outburst. He remained still, calm, showing no outward sign of surprise or fear. Hmph, this one was not so poorly trained as the others she encountered so regularly. There was only one who could have sent him.
"I bring a message from master Talon." The shrouded man spoke in hushed tones, extending a hand holding a rolled up piece of parchment.
Finally! She had been awaiting word from her adopted brother for days now. It was about time his message finally arrived.
"Hmph. Give me that!" Covering her bare breasts with one arm, Katarina waddled towards him awkwardly. Snatching the papers from his grasp, she turned his back to him and unfurled the note, scrawled in a hasty, bloody red ink.
My dearest Katarina,
I hope this missive finds you well in your captivity.
Katarina paused and pursed her lips. Though she had found refuge in Demacia, the process was not without its complications. Technically, she was classified as a political prisoner. It was only due to her benefactor's ability to bend the crown prince's ear that she was given the treatment of a refugee. Ironically, the greatest opposition had come from Garen, the one demacian she might have once considered a friend. Though, she suspected he was simply jealous that she had gone to somebody else for aid.
It is my unfortunate duty to inform you that little has changed since our last exchange. The fool Swain continues to play king upon his throne of lies, while LeBlanc's puppets lurk on every street corner. They search for any trace of evidence to debase your reputation amongst the populace. The House of Du Couteau is not without agents of our own however, and we stymie their efforts at every opportunity.
Katarina took a seat upon her bed as she continued to read. Of course, if she ever dreamed of returning to her home, it was crucial that no one know she had come to Demacia of her own volition. The narrative she had arranged to be put forth was that she was captured during a mission to assassinate the royal family. A noble endeavour. Of course, there may have been a bit of embellishment, talk of slaughtering an entire army's worth of demacians during the scuffle. This kind of strength endeared her to the populace and made it more difficult for LeBlanc's cronies to openly act against her.
Your sister continues to rage under the influence of her curse, and she grows more vicious and violent by the day. She could be a powerful asset to our cause, if she were not so single-mindedly obsessed with your retrieval. I have tried to convince her of the unnecessity of such efforts, but she does not listen. I know not what occurred between you two in the past, but she is now determined to bring you back into her 'loving' arms.
The redhead shuddered. Before she had left, before she knew the culprit behind her current condition, she had confronted her sister over her actions on the so-called Fields of Justice. Rather than apologize, Cassiopeia had attempted to rape her again. Though she had been better prepared and fended the naga off this time around, it had become clear that her sibling's state of mind had grown too perverse and deranged. Until such time as she could find a new toy willing to assist the serpent in finding release, it was not safe for Katarina to be anywhere near her.
Enclosed within are the details of several minor operations being carried out by Noxus high command. Their disruption will cause little damage to Noxian military might, and should suit your needs perfectly.
Ah, now these were what she had been waiting for. Discarding the hand-written note for the time-being, she rummaged through a handful of larger scrolls that had been rolled up along with it. These papers were contained secrets of the noxian military, albeit not particularly valuable ones. A condition of her continued good treatment was that she shed light on upcoming noxian military incursions, assisting the demacian military in hindering Noxus's aggressive expansionism. Katarina was no traitor however, and she made sure to cherry-pick only the most irrelevant of information to leak. Failing that, she'd share details on whichever missions that would serve to diminish the standings of Swain and LeBlanc in the public eye if those missions failed.
It was not only noxian plans that she shared either, for her espionage went both ways. Dwelling within Demacia's walls, she occasionally became privy to information not meant for her ears. Nobles speaking a bit too loudly for their own good, soldiers spilling their guts over a pint, or even her 'friend's' own loose lips occasionally made her aware of Demacian plans as well. These she sent back to Talon in the name of noxian glory, and ensuring that House Du Couteau would get all the credit. Always furthering one's own power, it was the noxian way of life.
Turning her attention back to the note laying at her side, she idly chewed on her thumbnail as she finished reading through it.
Finally, you may have noticed the change in messenger since our last liaison. Sadly, Elric was lost to us in a skirmish with the barbarians in the north, but I can assure you that I have hand-picked Mileena myself. Her loyalty is unquestioning and her skills are adept. She shall make an excellent go-between until such time as you are able to return to us. In the meantime, I shall be eagerly awaiting your next response.
Yours truly,
Talon.
'Her'? 'She'? Katarina arched a brow, reading the words again suspiciously. But... The messenger who'd delivered this note to her was a man.
Lifting her head, Katarina caught the reflection of the messenger in her makeup mirror, approaching her with knife in hand. Upon his lapel, she caught a glimpse of the subtle insignia of the Black Rose and cursed. Clearly she was going to have to have a talk with Talon about his definition of 'adept skills'.
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Shyvana huffed as she staggered up the mountainous flight of stairs. The lengthy climb was irritating enough on its own, and the heavy crate she bore in her arms only made the ascent that much more aggravating. It was so large that it obscured her view, and she found herself tripping over the steps as a result. Still, it would all be worth it for the look on her treasure's face when she opened it up.
The half-dragon grinned slyly, her tail swaying with every step she took. A month had passed since her last visit, and she couldn't wait to see her pet again, to see how much she'd grown in her absence. If she could, she'd never leave her precious toy's side. Alas, now more than ever, the half-dragon found Demacia in need of her aid. Though she felt no loyalty towards the city-nation itself, she owed its prince a debt of gratitude, and counted him amongst one of her very few true friends. If he requested her service, then the half-dragon would provide it. Although, that didn't keep her from asking for a few favours in return...
A grimace crossed Shyvana's face, the box's contents rattling about in her arms. She just hoped the little bitch appreciated the gifts she brought. They hadn't exactly been easy to procure, and lugging them up these damned stairs was doing a number on her spine. A pity her toy had to be kept at the peak of this tower, but it was for her own protection, and it made it more difficult for her to get up to any mischief when the demi-human wasn't there to keep an eye on her. Besides, with how well it was decorated, it was less the prison cell it was meant to be and more closely resembled a penthouse suite. Damn if it wasn't cumbersome to get to though, especially with heavy, awkward furniture to try and finagle up the spiralling staircase.
Still, her tail couldn't help but wag, the draconic woman excited to be home at last. Even if she was sweating and straining under the weight of her cargo, even if the vigorous climb made her armour plating chafe. She just couldn't wait to greet her 'prisoner'. Her presence these past few months had been so good for her. As of late she found her fury growing easier to control, and she no longer felt such incredible pangs of lonely bitterness.
A wet splat greeted the half-dragon's ears as she neared the top of the stairs. Her boot skidding slickly through a puddle on the steps, Shyvana nearly lost her footing. Teetering as she fought to stay balanced, she peered around the crate to see what she'd just stepped in.
Blood. Dark, sickly red blood was spilling down the stone steps and making a slip hazard out of them. It rolled down in small rivers, cascading down the staircase in her wake. Shyvana's eyes widened, anxious about the source. Just up ahead she could see the door, the crimson flood spilling out of the crack at the foot of the doorframe.
In an instant, the dragon was in full-on panic mode. Discarding the package carelessly, the crate broke open as it hit the ground. A huge pile of noxian weaponry spilled from the crate, most of them daggers and short swords, clanging against the stone as they tumbled down the steps. A few articles of noxian high-fashion were quickly ruined by the pooling blood (or perhaps they were only made more fashionable). Various vials and containers of makeup, the colours of pitch and matching the same shade of crimson that was spilling under the door, went rolling down the steps. All of it was deemed irrelevant to the dragon at this very moment as she bounded the rest of the way to the door and kicked it open without a second thought or a moment of hesitation.
Quickly, her eyes scanned the room, taking scope of the situation. Lying on the floor in a crumpled heap lay a man wearing a dark cloak, a hood pulled over his head and obscuring his face. Blood pooled all around him, a slight slant in the floorboards sending it trickling towards the door. Two more corpses laid in the corners, their throats slit, their chests carved and pierced so many times there wasn't much left of them but a pile of meat. More of that crimson life fluid dribbled down the walls like a fresh, liberal coating of paint.
Standing right in the midst of all the carnage with her back to the half-dragon, Shyvana's precious treasure was nearly naked and drenched from head to toe in red. Slowly, Katarina turned to face her, holding a dagger dripping with life-fluid in one hand, and cradling her heavy, gravid belly with other. The most maniacal, blood-thirsty grin was plastered upon her lips. "Oh, you're back. You missed one hell of a party."
Shyvana hissed, and chewed her bottom lip, drinking in the sight. It was her first vision of the woman who would bear her child in far too long. Even pregnant as she was, burdened by the heavy weight of the half-dragon's unborn spawn, she was still just as deadly. And just as fucking hot.
Growling fiercely, Shyvana's tail wagged and her eyes lit up like burning embers. Katarina hardly even had the time to squeal before the half-dragon was upon her, tackling and pinning her to the bed in a frenzy of lust.
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"Stop. Stop! Don't think I don't know what you're doing."
Katarina lay sprawled out across her bedsheets, the half-dragon laying at her side, tongue dragging along her bare skin. She lapped at her soft, supple flesh, not at all dismayed by the tang of iron accompanying all the blood. The flat of Shyvana's slick, wet tongue glided over the bump in her stomach, the crimson fluid disappearing in its wake to be replaced by the transparent glistening of her saliva.
"What? I'm just cleaning you up." The half-dragon spoke with a sly, cattish grin.
"I have a bath for that now you know. Your services are not -Mnnf!- required." Katarina scrunched up her face, trying to stifle a moan as the dragon's tongue moved to her breast. It wasn't merely their size that had increased during her pregnancy, but the sensitivity as well.
Delicately, Shyvana ran a paw along the noxian's stomach, feeling the swell of her baby bump beneath her palm, the tautness of her skin. She grinned. It was just like having the girl pumped full of her seed, only even more wonderful and erotic to behold. As she gently caressed the woman's belly, she guided her tongue along her breast, letting it swirl around her plump, engorged teat.
"Mnn, this way is more fun and you know it." She growled, dragging Katarina's nipple to her maw and closing her lips around it.
Despite her protests and the nearness of her weapon, Katarina made no move to dissuade the lusty shemale. They'd long since worked out an... arrangement of sorts. Still, she knew if she let this progress much further, Shyvana would keep her confined to her bed for the rest of the day.
"Hnngh... Th-that may be so... But it's gonna stink in here if we don't get those corpses moved out." Katarina scowled, trying to come up with any excuse to interrupt the moment.
"Then I'll arrange for a maid's services. It'll take several of them to scrub all the blood off the walls anyways." Shyvana's voice lacked any semblance of concern.
Pursing her lips, the half-dragon started to suckle, listening to the delightful mewls Katarina made. Drawing her head back, she let the vacuum of her maw tug on the woman's breast. Her free hand cupped the swollen udder, lovingly carressing the sensitive mound while she slurped away at it. To her delight, she was treated to the sweet taste of milk, her first taste of her cow's produce, while Katarina groaned as the half-dragon drew it out of her. Shyvana grinned slyly. Her cow hadn't yet begun to lactate when last she visited, but now that she was, she intended to savour every drop. Every night that she was not out in the field, she would be certain to start massaging the luscious jugs. She'd squeeze bottles out of her to take with her when she left. The baby would be lucky if there was any left for her if Shyvana had her way
"If-if we don't get to it n-now, then it'll take them days to clean it later..." Katarina moaned softly. Wrapping an arm around the half-dragon's skull, she cradled her head against her bosom, holding her there like one would a child. Shyvana's thick, lengthy oral muscle swirled around her nipple, coiling tightly enough to squeeze the engorged nub, coating it in her spit while gulping down a spray of milk.
Her tongue continued its assault for a few moments more, lightly stroking and toying with Katarina's teat until that sweet nectar stopped flowing, and then continuing on a few minutes longer until she was completely certain she wasn't getting anything more out of it. Finally letting go, Shyvana wiped the back of her arm across her mouth to clear some of the fluid off before speaking again. "Then you can stay in my chambers for a few days. I'm certain the guards would allow it, so long as I'm there to keep a proper eye on you."
"Keep an eye on me? Or keep your dick in me?" Katarina scowled, propping herself up on her elbows.
"Both." Shyvana's lips curled upwards. She let both hands trail down the woman's body, her clawed fingers gently tracing lines down the side of her swollen belly. The half-dragon pressed the side of her face up against that pregnant bump, gingerly dragging her cheek down the swell of her stomach, listening to the stirrings within her womb. Her sensitive ears twitched and her throat rumbled with a pleasant growl. When she'd thrown Kat to the ground and raped her so long ago, she hadn't truly believed that her half-breed seed would take root. It just went to show that sometimes sheer quantity was all it took to get the job done. Moreso, she never imagined that months later the woman would show up at her doorstep, knocked up and asking for the aid of the one who forced herself upon her. Even if it was just a relationship born of necessity for the noxian, the half-dragon was all too happy to oblige for so long as she got the companionship she longed for.
As her hands neared Katarina's waist, Shyvana took hold of her thighs, spreading them apart and lifting one over her shoulder. Tilting her head, she let her tongue glide across her mate's skin, cleaning more of that sanguine fluid off her body. It clung to her moist muscle, coming off easily in long, languid licks. Once the skin underneath was exposed, she peppered it with surprisingly delicate kisses, teasing the woman as her lips neared the intersection of her legs. There, the only article of clothing Katarina yet possessed obstructed her path. Hooking a claw into the waistband of her panties, Shyvana pulled the elastic taut and started to tug.
"No! Stop!" Katarina cried and reached both hands towards her crotch, but too slowly. Shyvana pushed her thighs closer together with one hand and yanked down with the other, pulling the cloth away and exposing the squirming girl's nethers. A bright, red patch of hair sprung out to greet her, matching that atop Katarina's scalp, as well as her quickly flushing face.
Shyvana chuckled, running her digits through the soft bush while flashing a coy smile. "Really now? Didn't you say you were gonna tidy yourself up for me?"
Katarina looked away, trying to obscure her blush. "I was. It's... Harder now." She mumbled, using her own arms to frame the bulge in her belly. "And as you can see, I was kind of interrupted before I could finish."
"Relax. I'm not complaining." The half-dragon chuckled and kissed the underside of the woman's protruding stomach. Nibbling gently on the tender skin, she worked her way further south, trailing kisses through that fiery forest until she reached Katarina's slit. She pursed her lips, sucking on the edge of her labia to make the noxian moan softly and shifted, her legs tensing and eyes drifting shut. Peering up at her with amber pools that glowed like embers, Shyvana smirked at the reaction. Still teasing her soft petals, she grazed the outer edge with her teeth. Using two fingers, she gently parted the woman's folds and slid her tongue up the length of them, over and over.
The gentle, affectionate treatment was torture to Katarina. She twisted her body from side to side, thrashing about and clawing at the bedsheets. Still Shyvana took it slow, tormenting her opening with slow, dragging laps of her tongue. When her tastebuds were finally treated to her lover's nectar, she moved upwards and kissed at her exposed clitoris. Katarina's wails grew louder, her trembling hands reaching out and grabbing hold of the dragon's horns. Squeezing the hard-plated protrusions til her knuckles turned white, she pulled on them sharply, forcing Shyvana's face deeper into her crotch, burying her nose into that scarlet bush.
It had been a hard lesson to learn, but the half-dragon had eventually realized that she drew a more favourable response from her captive with tenderness. Despite the woman's rough jerking on her horns, she continued her affectionate torment. Sealing her lips around Kat's little pleasure button, she gently sucked on it while exhaling a heated breath that tickled those coarse hairs, her slimy tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. The tail at the back of her skull swung around, lashing at the noxian's hands briefly to dissuade such harsh yanks, even while she kept Katarina writhing in ecstasy and barely able to restrain herself. While her lips busied themselves with the assassin's clit, her fingers took over where her tongue had left off, stroking the folds of her pussy gingerly. Careful not to cause any harm, she slipped two claws inside, fingering her slit while suckling on her bead.
"Fffuck, fuck fuck!" Katarina just kept cursing repeatedly, leaning back and breathing more heavily. Even if she stopped pulling on them, she still used the dragon's horns like a pair of handlebars, keeping her face steady.
Not that Shyvana seemed to mind. Her forehead pressed against Katarina's baby bump, her nose inhaling deeply of her scent while she flicked her tongue back and forth across her clit. It was more than the woman could stand. Before long a delirious grin spread across her features and she cried out in ecstasy. Wracked by a full-body shudder, her limbs twitched uncontrollably as a powerful orgasm rocked her to the very core. Left panting heavily, she laid her head back against a pillow and rested an arm over her eyes, gasping to recover her breath.
The rattling of metal kept Katarina alert throughout her post-orgasmic bliss. Lifting her arm, she peeked out from under it to watch Shyvana strip off some of her armour. The plated skirt and her chest plate fell away to expose more of the mixed-species' unusual physique. Though nowhere near as muscular as Kayle, the half-dragon was still well-toned, moreso than Katarina had been even before the perpetually horny dragon had ruined her figure. The most unusual thing about her was her skin though. Besides it's unnatural blue-grey hue, her entire body was covered with lines of scales and hard ridges. They dotted her otherwise ordinary human skin in natural patterns that at different times resembled tattoos, scars, or something altogether alien, depending on the angle and the lighting. Though unusual to behold, Katarina had to admit there was a strange beauty to rows of scales interspersed with normal flesh.
Then of course there was that fat dragon dick. It stood arrogantly proud and erect between Shyvana's legs, as big and hard as the day it had first been drilled into her. Katarina sighed at the sight of it. Couldn't wait ten damned minutes before whipping it out. The shemale had a ravenous sexual appetite that never seemed satisfied until neither one of them was capable of walking. Which reminded her...
"You HAVE been jerking off, right?" Katarina arched a brow suspiciously, staring at the dragon's engorged member. "I'm not having a repeat of the last time."
Shyvana sneered and shrugged, a mock look of guilt on her face. "Oops, completely slipped my mind. Just been so busy, haven't had the time." Still grinning, she crawled overtop the assassin, letting Katarina feel her aching hardness rubbing against her swollen belly. "But that's alright, because I have such a wonderfully eager slut to tend to my needs."
Katarina threw her head back and suppressed the urge to scream in frustration. She still clutched at her hair though, pulling at her crimson locks til it hurt. Great, to top it all off, the stupid lizard was pent-up too. As if she wasn't bad enough on a normal day.
"Well, tough luck for you. We've been over this. She's getting too big for you to keep ruining her home." Katarina scowled bitterly, running her palms over her protruding stomach, wincing as she felt the barest kick from her unborn daughter. A sneaky visit from an illicit mage had already deciphered the child's gender and delivered the news that they could expect a wonderful little girl... If it could even be called that. Shyvana's mixed blood ensured that the child would be carrying her... unique assets.
"Oh, well then, it's a good thing my little treasure box has a number of openings for me to plunder." Still smirking, Shyvana gently nudged Katarina onto her side. Getting the hint, and rolling her eyes at the terrible pun, the assassin pushed herself up, the half-dragon helping to lift her onto her hands and knees.
Shyvana wasted no time mounting her lover from behind. Arms wrapping around the noxian's chest, she eagerly kneaded her hefty bosom while mashing her pelvis into Katarina's shapely ass, letting the woman feel her scaly dick grinding against her cheeks. Rocking back and forth, the half-dragon growled, savouring the sensation of the human's smooth skin against her sensitive ridges, her incessant grinding slowly pushing her thick staff into the cleft of Katarina's ass. Shifting her weight forward, she flattened the redhead's cheeks with her pelvis, the cushy globes squeezing her dick between them.
Katarina huffed, resting her forearm in front to try and brace herself against Shyvana's shoves. She bit her bottom lip, feeling those hard bumps lining her dick scraping up and down the crack of her ass. A glob of molten precum was already dribbling from the pointed tip, running down the length of the shaft and being smeared along Katarina's ass. Damnit, just how pent-up was she?
Shyvana's own more modest bosom was soon squashing against Katarina's back. It cushioned the redhead's spine while she kneaded the woman's breasts, the pliant mounds molding to her grip. Leaning her head forward, the half-dragon nibbled at her prey's shoulderblade, peppering it with kisses that travelled towards her neck. The tender affection made Kat gasp and relax, making things easier for the dragon as she lined her cockhead up with the assassin's pucker. Another fresh glob of prejizz spilled out, the hot, slimy sensation making the girl beneath her shudder. Before she could tense back up, Shyvana pushed forward, wedging the tip of her spear inside her snug hole.
Katarina gasped and Shyvana moaned as the tight ring of muscle flexed instinctively, trying to repel the intruder but only managing to squeeze it more tightly. Immediately, Shyvana returned to kissing her, nipping at her exposed neck gently. One of her hands released its deathgrip on her mate's tit, sliding down to stroke and caress her pregnant belly, clawtips gently dancing across her skin. She waited patiently for her to ease up again, and when she did, Shyvana steadily started pushing forward, slipping inch after inch of cock into the woman's ass. One by one her ridges forced their way past Kat's anal ring, stretching it wider to accept the momentarily swell in girth.
Katarina grunted, then bit a finger to stifle any further groans of discomfort. Even after so many times, it was hard to adjust to the sheer size of the dragon's dick, especially when it wrenched open her tight ass. It wasn't unusual to be left a gaping mess by time Shyvana was through, and it was only thanks to her frequently being called away for extended periods of time to serve the kingdom that she even was given the time to heal in between, which only served to give the half-dragon a tight hole to wreck again when she inevitably returned.
Inch after inch of dragon dick probed deeper and deeper into her guts, each ridge widening her hole and scraping her insides. Finally, with nearly a foot of cock crammed inside her, rearranging her insides to make room, she felt Shyvana bottom out, her scaly nuts bouncing off her doughy ass.
"Heh, you took that much easier than usual. You haven't been letting anyone else have a go while I've been away, have you?" The half-dragon growled playfully, lips curled into a sneer.
"Are you kidding? It was a week before I could sit down again after the last time. I need all the time I can get just to recover." Katarina retorted through clenched teeth, her ass flexing and giving Shyvana's dick a firm squeeze.
"Ooooh... G-goooood!" Shyvana moaned in delight, another squirt of precum oozing into her bowels. "A dragon likes to hoard her treasure all to herself."
Snickering, the draconic demacian slowly started to pull back, growling pleasantly as her sensitives ridges dragged along Katarina's innards, catching on her insides and tugging on them. Despite her attempts at gentleness, the pleasant warmth and those tightly gripping walls gradually drew the feral beast out of her. Her fingers flexed, knuckles tensing, sinking those sharp tipped digits deeper into the soft meat of Kat's breast, scratching lightly across her gravid belly. Gritting her teeth and hissing, Shyvana rocked her hips forward and thrust the full length of her dick inside of her lover once again, colliding with those cheeks hard enough to make them ripple from the impact. The assassin's entire body swayed towards the headboard of the bed, her free breast bouncing.
"Hey, c-careful now..." Katarina grimaced, even as Shyvana's hips were starting to pick up speed. Fuck, she was already recognizing the signs. The idiot dragon was only just getting started and already she was losing control of herself. Quickly she threw both hands up towards the headboard, bracing herself against it for what she knew was to come, her own muscles flexing as she had to push with all of her strength to keep her skull from being slammed into the bedframe as the half-dragon quickly grew ruthless with her thrusts. Each powerful hilt making those hefty, scaly nuts of her's smack off of Kat's ass, the ridges of her dick painfully scraping the lining of her colon. "Damnit Shyvana, get a hold of yourself!"
Leaning into her fuckpet, Shyvana let out an animalistic growl. Spreading her fingers apart, she grabbed a firm hold of her toy, shut her eyes, and started jackhammering her hips. They became a blur, crashing into Katarina's backside heavily, flesh slapping flesh resounding throughout the room as she ravaged the girl's asshole. Plated ridges scraped her insides raw while the half-dragon worked herself into a frenzy, exhaling steam from her nose and spurting copious strings of burning hot cum into the pregnant woman's rectum. All across her body, lines between her scales were starting to light up with a molten glow, and her pulsating cock was starting to swell even larger still. Her horns began to lengthen, a slight creaking sound being heard as her limbs were starting to elongate. Only an inch at a time, but if she fully assumed her dragon form, the growth would be explosive, in more ways than one.
"Fucking... Hell... Stop... Stop, damnit! I'm not... invulnerable anymore... If you transform... you'll kill me!" Katarina winced, screwing her eyes shut as she used up all her strength just to keep her face from bashing the surface in front of her. Cracking one eye open, she spotted a metal gleam resting atop a nightstand next to the bed. Bracing her right forearm against the headboard, she clenched her jaw and reached her left hand out, fingers outstretched, shaking. Almost, almost...
Her fingers knocked a lamp over as they swept across the nightstand and curled around the object of her desire. Dagger in hand, Katarina twisted her spine and whirled around, jamming the honed edge of the blade right up against Shyvana's throat. "I said stop!"
The cold metal against her scaly neck brought Shyvana's thrusts to an instant half. She went still, cock still sheathed in her lover's rear, throbbing painfully hard within those tight confines. The half-dragon snorted, steam billowing from her nose while she waited for Katarina to make the next move. When she didn't immediately jab the knife into her jugular, she slowly started to draw her hips back, withdrawing her dick from that vice grip.
"That's right, slo-oh-ohly... T-take it easy now..." Katarina huffed, a soft shudder interrupting her words. When Shyvana was halfway out, she flicked the blade, lifting it half an inch higher and running it along the half-dragon's jawline. "Now back in. Slowly." She emphasized, neck craned so she could maintain eye contact with her, her gaze as cutting as any blade.
With the slightest of nods, Shyvana did as she was bid, moving her palms to Katarina's hips to hold her steady while she cautiously eased her dick forward again. Once more it sunk into the red head's bowels, leaving the pregnant noxian to curl her toes and moan softly.
"Yeah, just-just like that. Take it easy, take it slow." Katarina huffed, now in complete control of the situation, a reversal that, judging by the way her dick pulsated and squirted, Shyvana was not opposed to. Working that ribbed cock back and forth, the half-dragon slowly started to work up a rythym once more, albeit one that was slower and more steady than the brutal pistoning she'd unleashed before. As her pace slowed, her body ceased its transformation, the few inches of growth she'd undergone reverting back to normal.
When the speed of her hilting thrusts met her satisfaction, Kat finally pulled the dagger away from the dragon's neck, though she kept a tight hold over it just in case she lost control again. Knife clenched in her fist, she punched it into the mattress to her side and let her head hang low, red locks draping around her face. A steady series of quiet grunts worked their way out of her own throat as she endured the half-dragon's more restrained lusts, her toes curling as her ass was reamed. She'd never openly admit it, but she come to enjoy taking it up the ass... within reason. She still occasionally needed to draw the line.
Resting her weight atop her lover's back once more, Shyvana slid the claws of her left hand up Katarina's side, carressing her skin. She didn't linger over her mate's breast this time, instead reaching higher, carressing the assassin's jawline, cupping her chin and turning her head to face her. Gazing into those emerald eyes for a moment, Shyvana lunged forward to capture those red lips in a fearsome kiss, unleashing all her pent up burning need into that embrace even while she kept her hips moving at a more steady pace. Sharp teeth pinched Katarina's lower lip, tugging on it, before Shyvana jammed her longer, stronger tongue down her throat to effortlessly bully the woman's smaller muscle around.
Gagging on the half-dragon's thick tongue, Katarina's eyes rolled upwards. Each movement of that slick muscle making a wet gluck gllk glup while Katarina's throat spasmed around her, her airway constricting and squeezing, naturally trying to dislodge the intruder and managing only to gulp down a few mouthfuls of Shyvana's saliva. Her arms trembled and she finally dropped the knife, brushing it aside and letting it clatter as it fell off the bed and hit the floor. Twisting her upper body just a little bit more, she reached her now free hand up and wrapped her arm around Shyvana's neck and shoulders, hanging on for dear life. Her long eyelashes fluttered shut, and she braced herself, working up the energy to 'fight back' in earnest, her tongue pushing back against the draconic invader, wet slaps filling her maw as she lifted it up and pushed it back, using her own tongue to drag Shyvana's out of her throat to let the two entwine in earnest.
Months ago, just the thought of participating in their lovemaking would've made her want to retch. When she'd first arrived in Demacia and made the arrangements to stay in exchange for providing 'release' for Shyvana's tensions, she'd tried to just lay back and endure it, silent and listless, hoping to discourage them by being just the lousiest fuck imaginable. At the end of the day though, the dragon didn't seem to give a damn if the woman she was rutting was as active as a limp noodle and was content just to get her rocks off, and as time wore on, Katarina found the experience was more bearable, and then later downright enjoyable, when she was an active participant. Now she would still protest to try and save her dignity, but to herself she had to confess she'd grown to enjoy, and at times even look forward to their trysts... at least the start of them. The half-dragon's boundless stamina always kept her going long past the point that Kat herself was ready to call it a night.
Spurred on by Katarina eagerly taking part in their kiss, Shyvana felt her loins boiling. Even though she couldn't go at the blistering pace she oh-so-wanted to move at, the willing embrace of her partner more than made up for it, driving up the heat inside her even as she worked to stifle her frenzy. Her scaly nuts swung with each thrust, clapping her lover's ass hard enough to make them ripple, and those densely packed orbs pulsed and grew hotter as they churned out the first of what promised to be many loads this evening. Exhaling a smoky breath through her nose, Shyvana growled like a feral beast, sharp teeth pricking at Katarina's lips as she mashed their mouths together so fiercely that it was as if she was trying to devour Kat's face. Allowing herself to move her hips just a little bit faster, she reared back and crashed her pelvis into the noxian's ass with her full force once, twice, three times, and then held it there, her spear tip lodged deep within her partner's guts as it fired its molten payload into her stomach from the wrong end.
Katarina groaned, perspiration shimmering on her skin as a sweltering heat suffused her body, radiating from her belly outwards. Her skin grew clammy and her hair damp as she broke into a heavy sweat. It felt like she was in a sauna all of a sudden... or that she was a sauna, her insides growing as hot as an oven with each pulsing spurt of cum the half-dragon spewed inside of her, her ribbed cock swelling with each string of steaming ballslop that spilled out of it. Each throb digging those hard ridges deeper into Katarina's tightly gripping ass, those poor deluded sperm mistakenly believing it was her softer, more inviting cunt they were being loosed into instead of being wasted into the noxian's ass.
Oh well, Shyvana thought to herself, there'd be plenty more to empty into that hole just a little bit later.
Breaking the kiss at last, Katarina let her head hang low, her breath shallow and gasping. The warmth spreading through her body was intense, sweat rolling off of her like she'd just run a marathon. All the while Shyvana just slumped against her back, chest rumbling with contentment as she savoured her moment of release, bloodred lipstick marks smeared around her own mouth and chin. If her stomach hadn't already been swollen with their growing progeny, Katarina was sure her belly would've looked bloated anyways with the sheer volume of spunk now clogging her insides. Hell, she suspected her stomach might've been hanging a bit lower anyways, as the half-dragon's claws swept across it and gingerly caressed it. Certainly it suddenly felt a lot heavier.
Both women groaned in unison, one with strain and the other with delight, as Shyvana finally withdrew her prick from Katarina's ass, leaving her hole briefly gaping in its wake. It was gummed up with so much cum that nothing was visible through that widened hole beyond the dense pearly nut pooled within the rim. Viscous globs oozed out and spilled down her ass and thighs now that Shyvana's cock wasn't there to keep her plugged up, the slimy sensation making her legs tremble. With another groan, Katarina rolled herself onto her side, while Shyvana sat back on her haunches to catch her breath, dick still stiff as steel and angrily pulsing in the dim light, coated in layers of cum with more still dribbling from her slit.
It was the half-dragon that recovered first, grinning at her prone mate while she climbed overtop of her. Left hand encircling the base of her draconic shaft and giving it a squeeze, she angled it downwards, smearing her semen along Katarina's belly as she slid it downwards.
"Don't-don't you dare..." Katarina rasped, still gasping for air, her heavy chest rising and falling with each laboured breath, swollen mammaries sagging with the added weight they'd developed over the months.
"Don't dare whaaaat?" Shyvana crooned innocently.
"That thing was just inside my ass!" Kat snarled, rolling onto her back and propping herself up with her elbows. "Don't you even think about trying to slide that into my pussy. I will cut it off. Go clean up."
Shyvana just shrugged her shoulders with a smug grin. "If you insist."
Too late, Katarina caught the mischievous glint in the half-dragon's eye. In an instant, Shyvana pounced on top of her. Twisting around to face her own scaly ass towards the headboard of the bed, the dusk skinned woman dropped her scaly nuts into Kat's face, smothering her eyes and nose with them and gripping the red-head's skull with her muscular thighs. When the noxian gasped in surprise, Shyvana quickly angled her dick downwards, and drove that angular tip straight past those painted up lips of her's.
"What's wrong? I'm just doing as you asked." Shyvana said with a smirk, balancing her weight on the balls of her feet and squatting down to sink her cock deep into Kat's throat, visibly stretching the assassin's neck out into the shape of it. "Just putting my cockwasher to good use."
Immediately, Katarina winced, her eyes screwing shut and watering in disgust, making her mascara run. Thankfully the only thing she could taste was the dragon's cum. Much to her dismay, this was not the first time Shyvana had done this, not by a long shot, forcing Katarina to prepare in advance for the possibility, nay, inevitability that she'd do it again. As such, she employed every magical and mundane means she could to keep her ass clean enough to eat off of, though it never made the act any less degrading.
Clawed fingertips stroked along her neck now, gingerly cradling her neck and tracing the outline of Shyvana's dick stretching it outwards. Katarina's watering eyes narrowed as she felt those powerful digits apply a bit more pressure to her throat, the half-dragon squeezing her dick through her skin, forcing her throat muscles to grip it tighter even as she cut off Kat's airway, forcing her to hold her breath until her lungs burned. At the very least, not being able to breathe meant she wasn't forced to inhale the sweat from Shyvana's nuts for the time being, as those scaly orbs smothered her nostrils, squashing against her nose. They were so dense and plump that they completely covered it up, spilling over to obscure her eyes as well, so that those pulsating spheres were the only thing she could see.
Suffocating on that foot long cock, Katarina's throat convulsed, muscles spasming and flexing around it, squeezing it in a vice grip. All the while Shyvana cooed, her palm and fingers sliding up and down Katarina's slender neck as if she was jerking herself off through it. Her shaft throbbed inside the wet fucksleeve that was her esophagus, each pulse of blood racing through it briefly swelling it even thicker, the arrow-shaped tip spewing globs of precum each time it was squeezed. When at last she craved the feel of friction grinding against her dick, Shyvana drew her hips back, the ridges of her cock raking across Kat's vocal cords until her crown was wrenched free of her throat, spurting another thick jet of her excitement across the red-head's tongue on its way out. More lipstick marks were left smeared behind, this time forming a red ring around the base of the half-dragon's dick.
Shyvana paused, the air feeling that much colder against her exposed shaft after it had just been sheathed in such a warm tunnel. She resisted the urge to just slam it back in immediately though, giving Katarina time to gasp and thrash beneath her, desperately sucking in lungfuls of air through the cobwebs of spit, cum, and throat slime stringing together the walls of her throat. Each breath was wet and raspy, forced to heave multiple times just to get a single breath through all the syrup clogging her airway. Shyvana waited with an eager grin, swaying her hips and letting her inhuman shaft dance before Kat's bleary eyes until she'd judged her mate had had enough air, then before Katarina could protest, she quickly tipped her dick downwards once more and slammed it right back down her throat.
This time, she didn't just hold her hips in place. Having given the noxian all the time to adjust that she intended to, the impatient dragon started to rock her hips. Powerful claws gripping Kat's shoulders, both to steady herself and also to pin the assassin down, Shyvana started to thrust in earnest, her pointed cock boring its way through Katarina's slick airway, drilling deep enough to lodge her tip somewhere in the girl's chest. The first few thrusts were slow but powerful, her hips colliding with Katarina's face hard enough to make her balls recoil off her nose from the impact. Before long though, the half-dragon's pelvis was moving faster, the bed creaking underneath them as each slam made the frame rock. Each thrust bounced her nuts off of the assassin's face, a heavy SMACK as those full orbs collided with Kat's eyes and nose, not even lingering long enough to smother her before Shyvana's swinging hips lifted them back up. Driving them forward again, her spunktanks briefly hung in the air before following after the dragon's hips, swinging down to batter Kat's face with the weight of a pair of grapefruits. The steady beating of those plump spheres against her skull left her dazed, struggling just to breathe when she could in those brief half-seconds that Shyvana's cockhead was dragging along her tongue instead of through her esophagus.
With trembling hands, Katarina reached up to grasp Shyvana's thighs, digging her nails into them as deep and as hard as her quaking arms could manage, trying to send the fuck-crazed half-dragon any sign she could that she needed more air. Undeterred, the dragon just kept gouging out her throat with her dick, thrusting with even more haste, the pain only managing to excite her more. Facing forward, she was treated to a perfect view of Katarina's gravid belly, the sight of it, the knowledge that she was the one to make it that way, only driving her lust to ever higher peaks. She couldn't even see Katarina's face steadily reddening as she struggled for air, sweat and spit gluing strands of red hair to her forehead and cheeks while her makeup made a dark, sloppy mess around her eyes and streaked up her brow.
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The wet sounds of Katarina gagging on her cock was lyrical to Shyvana's ears. Each lurid thrust accompanied by the wet shlucking sounds of damp air squeezing past crevices between walls of flesh and Shyvana's throbbing pillar of draconic meat. Right hand releasing its hold on Katarina's shoulder, the half-dragon slid it forward to carress her belly instead, fingers drumming the taut skin while her palm roamed across it. Holding the underside of that swell, Shyvana used it as her new hold, feeling the life growing within even as she threatened to end Katarina's by choking her on her cock. Still those wet sucking sounds continued, audible GULPs as Kat's neck muscles tried to swallow around her shaft as if that would remove the choking hazard. Instead all it did was help to milk the dragon's dick, squeezing it from base to tip, rippling walls of flesh tugging on the length of it.
Throwing her head back and arching her spine, Shyvana growled with feral lust. Letting her eyes drift shut, she filled her mind with thoughts of swollen, pregnant bellies, of Kat bloated even larger with an entire clutch of her spawn, bred again and again, a brood mother for dragons. Together with the way the borderline unconscious woman's throat desperately squeezed her dick, it was enough to push her over the edge. Slamming her hips forward one more time, she mashed her sack into the noxian's face, smothering her nose and eyes both with those softball sized spheres, letting her feel the weight of them on her face, the heat of them against her skin, making her face clammy and damp with the sweat rolling off of them. A full body shudder ripping through her, Shyvana's mouth hung open and she cried out as her second orgasm struck, cock swelling larger to accommodate the load racing through it, gagging Katarina even more before filling her stomach with its second meal of the day.
No smaller than the first load despite following up so soon after, Shyvana's virile semen spilled out in thick spurts, each rope of pudding-thick tar more than a mouthful for Katarina, and each one fired directly into her stomach. If she hadn't been more concerned with being able to breathe, she might have been relieved, or disappointed, to be deprived of the taste as it bypassed her tastebuds entirely to flood her belly. That already gravid stomach wobbled as it swelled, growing softer even as her skin got tighter, the half-dragon's gelatin-like cum taking up a proportionally larger amount of space within her now. As her belly ballooned outwards, it lost a bit of its defined shape, spilling slightly to the sides while it quivered and expanded, her swelling flesh squishing through the gaps between Shyvana's fingers as she still held it tightly.
When at last the half-dragon's balls felt noticeably lighter, and Katarina's face had turned noticeably more blue, Shyvana finally drew her hips back. The way her lover's throat still clung to her cock as she dragged it out, squeezing it so tightly and leaving it dripping wet with slime, coaxed one last rope of cum out as it withdrew from her esophagus, letting her have an overpoweringly strong taste of her salty cum afterall as an enormous glob of it drowned her tongue and filled her mouth until her cheeks were stuffed like a chipmunk's. Frantically convulsing, Kat was forced to swallow it all down in order to finally breathe, lest she drown in it. It was so dense she practically had to chew it, gulping down the halfdragon's pearly nut-pudding.
Multiple days worth of meals now consumed in a purely liquid form, Kataraina slumped back against the bed, resting her head on a pillow while sweat-slicked bangs of fiery red hair stuck to her brow. She gasped desperately for air, wheezing through thick pearly fucksyrup jamming nearly every inch of her throat. Every breath made her stomach wobble and sway, her swollen breasts heaving up and down.
For her part, Shyvana at last gave her lover a moment of genuine rest. Though her draconic shaft was still throbbing, stiff as petricite, she resisted the near overpowering urge to just immediately plunge it back into her fattened broodcow. It bobbed each time it pulsed with blood, dripping with spit and dribbling rivers of precum that dripped from the end and into Katarina's hair, marring those red locks with splatters of white. Smears of red lipstick ringed it at each of its widest points, decorating the ridges. Sweat beaded across her dusky skin, practically steaming off of her with the blazing heat of her stoked arousal, only making it that much harder for Kat to breathe through that damp, musky fog. Still, the half-dragon had enough control not to actively want her pet to die, and so she restrained herself and let the girl suck deep breaths of sweaty salt-tinged air.
Resting a hand atop Katarina's head, she gingerly stroked her hair, clawed fingers tenderly combing through it in hopes of helping her to relax and catch her breath. Nevermind that she was also streaking more of her cum through those fiery tresses and further drenching her mate in her own potent scent. She kept this up for several agonizing minutes, her cock aching the entire time, blood boiling, shaft throbbing with pent up fury, demanding its lust be sated, to be buried within the noxian's soft insides, squeezed and gripped and milked. Shyvana merely exhaled steam from her nose and kept her composure though, not even so much as jerking herself off as she focused her attention wholly on helping her lover recover, stroking and petting her until her breathing steadied, until her heaving chest calmed.
There was a tingling in Katarina's extremities that presaged her breath slowing. She didn't even realize she had been starting to go numb from lack of air, and now as vital oxygen slowly circulated through her system again, even if it did stink of the half-dragon's nut, her limbs were starting to wake up. The numbness turned to an uncomfortable sting as her circulation returned to normal. She also found her vision was blurry, marred by more than just sweat and hair and ruined mascara. Her mind had to fight against the tide of unsconsiousness to remain awake, a struggle she couldn't afford to lose. There was no telling how brutal the half-dragon might get with her unconscious form if she wasn't awake to knock some sense into her after all.
Strength recovering, Katarina lifted herself up with her elbows, propping herself up and looking down at her stomach, swollen even more than before. She didn't merely look pregnant now, she looked like she was carrying octuplets, and about to give birth. She groaned, the added weight to her stomach immobilizing her on her back, limiting her ability to reposition herself. Her milk-laden breasts were being pushed up higher by the swell in her stomach, so that they too looked more pronounced as a result. Turning her head, she looked to her side and caught a glimpse of the dragon's dick, pulsing angrily, spitting precum, anxiously awaiting the moment they could continue. Then she glanced up into Shyvana's face. She saw the way the half-dragon looked at her with a ravenous expression, fangs sinking into her bottom lip and chewing on it while drool trickled down the corners of her mouth. Katarina was actually impressed she was still managing to hold herself back. Her breasts rose one more time and fell heavily as she breathed a sigh.
"Alright. This is what you want, isn't it?" With another groan as she lifted herself up higher, trying to prop herself against the headboard, Katarina spread her thighs apart. Reaching her arms around her near gelatinous belly, she cautiously tried to lift it up a bit, exposing her pussy and the accompanying red carpet to the half-dragon. "Just be careful, okay?"
Shyvana snorted, curls of smoke rising from her nose. The offer was made, and she was going to take advantage before Katarina had the chance to regret it and change her mind. She rolled on top of her, Kat grunting and widening her eyes from the sudden added pressure of Shyvana's weight atop her belly, before parking her knees between Kat's thighs and using them to forcibly wedge them apart. Sharp-clawed fingertips gingerly stroked along those thick legs, gripping them tightly, feeling the meat of her thighs, while an altogether different sort of meat bobbed and smacked the underside of Katarina's belly.
With a wicked sneer, Shyvana pressed her face up close to her lover's, looking at the way her make-up ran down her cheeks. All the work she'd put into dolling herself up utterly ruined now after that vicious facefuck. Still, the half-dragon wasn't satisfied, not when there was still another hole to fill, and multiple loads churning within her balls waiting to fill it. Letting go of Kat's legs, Shyvana used her left hand to brace herself against the bed to her lover's side, not wanting to put too much strain upon her gravid belly, while her right hand squeezed her slick cock. Squeezing and stroking it, she spread all the slop still plastered across it over its entire surface, working it under and within the gaps that formed between the little ridges and bumps lining her shaft. Each jerk of her hand was accompanied by a lurid sqwilch, a series of wet shlucking sounds that paled in comparison to the ones Katarina's pussy was about to be making.
Kat bit her bottom lip, her face flushed, both from exertion and embarrassment. Embarrassed to be at the half-dragon's mercy now and always, embarrassed that she actually wanted to feel that cock filling her up. She had needs too, even if they weren't nearly so omnipresent as the dragon's, and right now her puffy lips were aching to be stretched, to have her insides filled. She knew they'd soon be filled far, far more than she actually desired, but it was the cost of getting any at all in her current predicament. To her surprise though, Shyvana was teasing the moment out, her shaft lingering as she steadily aimed it at Kat's waiting entrance, but never pushed it through.
That would never do. Shyvana wasn't the only one worried about Katarina changing her mind.
With a shaky hand, Katarina reached out and grabbed Shyvana by the back of her head, and to the half-dragon's great surprise, drew her down into a kiss. Fiery amber eyes opening wide and lighting up like molten magma, Shyvana rolled her lengthy tongue into Katarina's maw to stuff it, swirling it around the human's smaller muscle before stuffing it straight down her throat to gag her once more. Then, in the moment when Katarina gurgled and moaned, the half-dragon finally lurched forward with her hips, sinking the tapered tip of her cock into those tender folds.
Even tender felt inadequate to describe the sensation Shyvana felt engulfing her cock as she pushed it deeper into her lover's cunt. It felt she was sliding it through a tunnel formed of melted butter. The walls that gripped her was so heavenly soft and moist, gripping her shaft even as her ridges flared and became more pronounced. When her hips drew back, they naturally tried to catch on the noxian's insides, and yet they were so slick and pliant it felt like they just couldn't grab hold, instead smoothly gliding back out, Katarina's arousal added to the slimy mess dripping off of it.
The muscles in her left arm tensing up, Shyvana arched her back, breaking the kiss as she snapped her head back and let out an embarrassingly meek moan of her own. So much warmer, softer and more inviting than she was used to, she felt like she had no control over herself. Even less so than usual. Her ass flexed as her hips drove forward again, wasting no time in pushing nearly every inch of her dick inside. There was no resistance, no struggle, at least not until she was over two thirds of the way there and just straining to fit the last couple inches inside, Katarina's cervix refusing to yield any space to it. Yet even unable to fit the entirety of her shaft, that blissful grip felt like it was almost enough for her. Almost.
Drawing her hips back, Shyvana growled into that feral kiss, her drool running down Katarina's chin while her tongue probed deeply enough to be visible through her throat, pushing it outwards. Tilting her head and smacking their lips together, the half-dragon followed suit by making their pelvises do the same, slamming right up against Kat's cervix. It was always tough to pierce, a place no dick was ever actually meant to go, but now it was locked up tighter than usual. None of that stopped Shyvana from trying, driven onwards by that sleeve of flesh tailor-made to her shaft, long ago molded to the shape of her cock, fitted to it and it alone. Her angular crown battered that barrier, demanding entry, and the increasing force of the half-dragon's thrusts made Katarina's cum-bloated belly ripple from each impact.
Every collision of their hips made that swollen stomach roll upwards, bouncing away from Shyvana's abs, lifting Katarina's breasts with it to make them bob and jiggle to the same rhythm. The red-head's entire body was rocking back and forth atop the bedspread, the frame creaking while the headboard started slamming against the wall. The banging would've been easily heard in the next room over were her little private prison not alone in this isolated tower, allowing them to be as loud as they wanted. A privilege both were taking advantage of as Shyvana's growling moans and Katarina's choking gurgles both rose in volume.
Lifting her arms above her head, Katarina braced herself against the headboard with her hands to keep her own head from being slammed into it by the force of the half-dragon's thrusts. She let out a wet cry for air around Shyvana's tongue, a straining groan as fresh tears streaked down her cheeks, and to her relief the dragon heeded it. That lengthy muscle slurping out of her throat with a lurid schlorp, only for Shyvana to start dragging it across her face like a beast, making Katarina recoil.
"Nnngh, disgusting, you're ~uuuuunnngh~ not a dog!" She scowled, recoiling her face away even as the dragon's dick ridges raked across one of her weak points.
"Don't... ~Mnnngh~ Don't care." Shyvana moaned, tasting her lover's salty tears and sweat both, further destroying what was left of the make up applied to her face.
One of the half-dragon's arms moved to cradle that jiggling cumgut, not even to hold it steady, merely to feel it quiver in her grasp, the way it sloshed, it's dense, sludgy contents shifting inside it. Were she even a little bit less concerned for the baby, she'd likely have smacked it just to watch it quake some more. As it was she had to settle for the way Katarina's taut flesh wobbled on its own. That plus the silken grip around her shaft, those pliant walls being pushed apart, every wrinkle and crevice stretched taut.
Arching her back, Shyvana paused her thrusts for just a moment, shimmying her hips before pushing one more time, slowly but forcefully. Katarina winced, clenching her jaw and grinding her teeth, practically foaming at the mouth as the dragon shoved with sheer determination to fully sheathe her cock inside. No matter what, the noxian's cervix wouldn't yield, but that didn't dissuade her. The way her body stretched and strained to take her previous loads without breaking, only made her more determined. Those last few inches slowly disappeared within Kat's stretched cuntlips, the final, widest ridge towards the base straining her the furthest while the length of Shyvana's dick, unable to penetrate her womb, instead relocated it, stretching Kat's tunnel in more ways than one as she pushed her baby chamber higher up into her swollen belly to make more space for her cock.
The sheer ecstasy of having every ridge engulfed made Shyvana thrash her head around and groan. Each one wider than the last, those bumps strained Katarina's lower lips to their limit, wrapped as tightly as a condom around the girthiest one, so that moving it back and forth within her was a struggle. Hooking her arms underneath her lover's, Shyvana crossed them over her back and held her tightly, leaning down on top of her until their breasts squished together. The noxian's were so much larger than her's now, so much heavier and denser, that Shyvana's bust was flattened while Katarina's squished to the sides. The half-dragon went for another kiss while slowly but steadily rocking her hips, grinding inside her, only moving a single inch back and forth but savouring the friction all the same.
Eyes rolling up into her skull, Katarina let out a pained gurgle. The dragon's tongue didn't choke her this time, but the way her insides were rearranged, literally pushed aside to make space for that dick, filled her with a deep, wincing ache. At the same time though, the way her pussy streeetched, the way those hard ridges dug into her softened walls to press harder into tender bundles of sensitive nerves, it more than dulled that pain, sending overpowering little jolts up her spine that made her writhe. The draconic ribs kept mashing into every sweet spot, those shallow thrusts making them grind and press harder into those pleasure centers, until at last Katarina was treated to an orgasm of her own. Her insides clenched, gripping Shyvana's cock in a grip so tight that each of her thrusts merely slid Kat across the bedsheets rather than moving inside of her. She moaned into the lurid kiss, gurgling around Shyvana's tongue and gulping down a mouthful of her spit. Her eyes fluttered as her body was wracked, and then those tightly squeezing walls began to quiver uncontrollably, alternately flexing and relaxing, squeezing in some places and releasing in others, giving the dragon's shaft a full-length massage.
For her part, Shyvana was overjoyed by the goofy, fuck-drunk expression crossing over Kat's face. Even once she broke the kiss and lifted her head, Katarina's tongue hung down her chin, drooling all over herself with a guttural moan that was borderline musical to the enthusiastic dragon. Slamming her palms down to either side of her lover, she braced herself and started to rut faster, harder. It wasn't fair for Katarina to hit that blissful peak all by herself, now was it?
Working herself into a frenzy, she started to thrust like it was a race, fighting against the impossibly snug grip of Kat's pussy. All of the half-dragon's muscles flexed, rippling across her body as she put her all into crashing her hips into that heavenly cunt again and again. The spade-tip boring into her fleshy walls repeatedly, striking her cervix with every thrust, keeping it from resetting back into place.
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Her balls made wet smacking sounds as they crashed into Katarina's ass, making those softened cheeks ripple with each impact before her nuts bounced off of them. Damp with spit and cum, they left a sticky residue behind, swinging like a pendulum whose tempo was steadily increasing. Then at last Shyvana arched and threw her head back, screaming her vocal chords hoarse with a draconic roar that boomed from her human mouth. Smoke and fire both spewed from her throat, leaving charred black marks and sparks dancing across the stone walls. Letting out every ounce of her pent-up fury and lust that she could short of actually transforming, her balls pulled tighter against her body, and she unloaded for the third time.
Despite two prior orgasms already, the latest was the largest yet. Each jet of cum so thick and dense that her cock struggled to push it out. It pulsated and flexed inside of Katarina, swelling with the payload that fought to force its way up her shaft, only digging those ridges deeper into the assassin's buttery walls. Her narrow cockhead kissed the entrance to Kat's womb, pressing firmly against it. Even if she couldn't penetrate it directly, the tight seal ensured that, when at least her cum erupted from her slit, it was forced directly into the noxian's baby chamber, globs of cum squeezing through like it was escaping from a tube of toothpaste before the flood began in earnest. Each dense spurt filled her womb with near-molten sludge, giving their unborn a heated bath while forcing its home to expand.
Katarina gulped and gurgled as her womb, already aching from the abuse, began to swell. Her stomach, already bloated beyond compare, wobbled as it ballooned even larger still. Not only did her bulging belly rise upwards, but her sagging flesh spilled to the sides as well, all the dragon's liquid genetic code forcing her womb to grow in all directions. It wasn't bad enough there was so much of it, but it was so warm too. Kat swore her belly was starting to glow from just how heated the dragon's jizz was... or maybe that was just the shimmer of sweat dampening every inch of her skin. It was hard to tell at this point.
Chewing her bottom lip, Shyvana let out a groan as her balls pulled taut and just fired off rope after rope of pearly fucksludge, packing it all into Katarina's cervix. That sloshing, jiggling belly was grow so large that it pressed back against the half-dragon, lifting her up as it expanded, and instead of planting her palms on the bed, Shyvana instead wrapped them around that surging balloon of flesh, sinking her fingers into its squishy mass and fondling her handiwork. Her back arched as her torso was lifted but her hips remained jammed up against Katarina's pelvis, and she had to dig her knees in and push to keep herself wedged balls deep.
Her stomach churning, Katarina winced and her eyes watered. She could feel her body hitting its limit, but still that damned dragon wouldn't quit cumming. Her cervical opening, once so tightly sealed, was starting to loosen up just so it could spill some of the excess around Shyvana's cock, a torrent of ballsnot bubbling out and streaming from her strained pussy lips before it all started to overflow en masse, and still more of it was filling her than was escaping. As her womb grew engorged, it started squishing her actual stomach, itself a balloon packed with far too much of the half-dragon's spunk. Compressing and squashing it to try and make space, Katarina's mouth began to water and her pupils shrunk to the size of pinpricks. She didn't even have time to curse Shyvana's name before all that cum she'd dumped down the noxian's throat came right back up, a fountain of white spewing from her mouth and nose, cum erupting from nearly every orifice until Kat's face was painted in thick, goopey layers of white. The salt of it all burned the inside of her nose and it was the only thing she could taste, even as she coughed up another half-dozen globs of dragon semen all over her tits.
With laboured breath, Shyvana heaved and slumped forward, letting her full weight rest atop Katarina's stomach, bloated to the size of a small bean bag chair full of pudding. Her dick let out a few final spurts, each weaker than the last, until there was nothing left but a steady trickle leaking from the end of her cock. She laid there grinning as she caught her breath, and when she peered up into Kat's jizz-mopped face, she couldn't help but laugh. Shaft growing more sensitive in the wake of orgasm, she winced and wiggled her hips, slowly withdrawing it from the assassin's pussy, leaving it a gaping chasm without her to plug it up. Immediately a waterfall of cum bubbled and slowly oozed out of her, drenching the half-dragon's nuts in warm, white slime, while she crawled forward to mash her lips to one of Katarina's engorged breasts. Tongue swirling around a nipple, she gave it a pinch with her teeth and a sharp tug, just to make the noxian squeal and writhe. Had to double check to make sure she hadn't drowned in all that cum afterall.
Lifting her hands to her face, Katarina swept them over her cheeks, her eyes, and her brow, wiping off blobs of spunk before flinging them at the half-dragon and glaring daggers at her. "I fucking told you to jerk off while you were away and not come back this pent up again," she fumed, the bitterness in her voice as potent as Shyvana's sperm.
"It's just not the saaame~" Shyvana hummed. "How am I supposed to get off without your wonderfully snug cunt? Well," the dragon ran her left hands down Katarina's side, reaching around her gut and between her thighs to shamelessly sink four fingers into her lover's ruined hole, squishing her digits into that mass of gooey cum leaking out of her. "It was snug. Maybe not anymore."
Katarina grimaced, her brow furrowing and her teeth bared. "You fucking bitch, I'm going to- Ow!" A sudden spike of pain in her abdomen cut her off and made her slam her head back into a pillow.
"What? What's wrong?" With a genuine note of concern in her voice, Shyvana stopped and lifted her head, looking into Kat's face with wide eyes.
"Fucking... your stupid brat just kicked. Hard. I'm surprised, ~whoof~" Katarina huffed. She tried to move her body, only to find she couldn't, the sheer weight of all of Shyvana's cum pinning her to the bed. "I'm surprised I could even feel it through all that disgusting slime it must be swimming through."
The worry swiftly melted away from Shyvana's face, leaving only a shit-eating grin. "Oh? Well then, I guess that must mean there's still more space in there to fill." Her fingers curled, two of them rubbing where she knew one of Kat's sweet spots was, stroking until the red-head began to thrash her head about and slam her fists into the bed.
"Don't- don't you fucking dare!"
"But I'm still sooo hooornyyyy~" Shyvana did her best to sound cutesy in her husky voice, even as she sat upright and took her cock in her free hand, guiding it towards her pet's loosened pussy.
With a look of horror in Kat's eyes and glee in Shyvana's, the half-dragon slid back inside that slimy orifice and began to rock her hips once more.
Katarina groaned and clenched her jaw. Just another couple months. That was it. Then she once she delivered the baby, she was out of there. It'd be Shyvana's problem at that point, and she could return to Noxus, in a more fit state to clear her name, and she'd never have to deal with this ever again. She just needed to suffer through it a little bit longer, she kept telling herself, and then she'd be free.
Shyvana moaned and thrust her hips, cum gushing out around her shaft with a wet squelch as she plunged the noxian's cunt. Just another couple months. That was it. Then, once Katarina delivered the baby, Shyvana would be on her again in an instant, and she'd rut her non-stop until she was pregnant all over again. She'd never let the noxian leave, she'd be bearing the half-dragon's children for the rest of her life. She only be able to enjoy this pregnant belly a little bit longer, she kept telling herself, and then she'd have to breed her all over again. Katarina would never be free.
There was a roar that echoed all the way down the tower, followed by Katarina's screams. The dragon was cumming again, and their night was just getting started. |
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Jake groaned as he shoved Tyler off of him, and climbed out of bed. Once he was fully upright he could feel more of Tyler’s spunk leak out of him and run down his legs. It still felt nice and warm. There was a lot in there; not surprising, seeing how much Tyler came earlier when Jake sucked him off. Jake was actually surprised that his stomach didn’t look more bloated; it would probably take days to fully clean out.
Jake’s ass was sore. Very sore. All the muscles in his butt been stretched far beyond their previous max. It hurt, but it was not a bad kind of hurt. It was as if he had worked those muscles long and hard at the gym. Jake had only been to the gym a few times, but he knew the feeling well. Tyler would occasionally try and get Jake to come along with him. Try to get some meat on his bones or something. Last time Jake went he did some bench presses. He only managed a third of Tyler’s weight, and yet, he still ached for a week afterwards. Jake wouldn’t be at all surprised if that’s how long it took him to recover from this, too.
Not only was Jake’s ass sore, but it was incredibly loose, too. His muscles were having trouble regaining their composure after being stretched so thin and plowed into jelly. He couldn’t even clench properly. It felt like his hole was lined with silly putty instead of actual muscle tissue; very sore silly putty.
Jake ran his fingers around the edge of ring trying to survey the damage. He easily slipped his pointer and middle fingers of both hands in; his asshole couldn’t even muster basic resistance. Once inside he massaged the inside muscles. He dug his fingertips in and rubbed the insides of the muscles in a circular motion. Once Jake felt like his innards were willing to cooperate he worked the lining in different directions; he pulled the sides farther apart and then massaged around the ring in a circular motion. He inched his way upwards around the edge until the fingers from both hands met at the twelve o’clock position. He then reversed the process until both hands met at the opposite end.
This was what Jake needed. It felt like stretching after a long, hard, run. Jake felt the same soothing pain as if he was stretching after a long, hard, workout. He worked the cramps and kinks out of his sphincter in much the same way one would work the cramps out of their calves. As Jake worked the hole more and more of Tyler’s pent up jizz flooded out. Jake’s hands were quickly coated in the stuff. Jake could do this for hours, and he felt his cock begin to stir to life again. He wanted to bring himself to completion yet again, but he knew that by now they probably only had around ten minutes to get cleaned up.
Jake staggered off to the bathroom. His semi swung heavily from side to side as Tyler’s cum continued to seep out of his ass. Jake was leaving a trail behind him as he trudged on. Somewhere in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but feel sorry for whoever had this misfortune of having to clean all this up.
Tyler was finally rolling out of bed himself as Jake got to the bathroom door. Tyler ached all over as well. He had had three massive orgasms during the span of the day; not counting all the little ones during the course of the night. Despite this his cock was already ready to go again, and his balls were full and heavy. A nice hot shower would help soothe his poor muscles, and he knew he could not go down to dinner looking like he currently did.
He had dry caked on cum all up the front of his chest and the side of his face. None of it his this time. Jake had been so coated with his own seed that his upper body was all but laminated in it. When Tyler passed out on top of Jake, much of it rubbed off onto Tyler. Part of Tyler wanted to leave it on, in some kinky way it was like having a bit of his boyfriend with him at all times. He ran that thought through his mind again. He still couldn’t get over it. They were officially boyfriends now.
He crept up beside Jake who was standing in front of the mirror, surveying the damage. Tyler leaned in close and kissed Jake on the cheek. Tyler could taste the Jake’s salty sweat on his skin as well as a salty bitter tinge of the dried on cum. Now that Tyler could see Jake clearly under the halogen bathroom lights he could see just how thick the coating on him was. It made Tyler’s second hand spooge look paltry in comparison.
Jake’s face was particularly hard hit. The caked on cum had already begun to flake and peel, making his face look like it was covered in a mixture of Vaseline and chalk. Jake’s hair was equally messy. Tyler began to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Jake asked with only mild indignation.
Tyler was still giggling and he put his pointer finger up to either side of his lips. “Aren’t you going to tell me how you got those scars?”
Jake playfully shoved Tyler “We can’t go down looking like this. We should get cleaned up.” Jake’s whole upper body was coated. Some of heavier hit areas were still a little goopy. He couldn’t help but think that he look like a Scooby Doo villain; the phantom cumbeast from Uranus.
“Way ahead of you.” Tyler said as he walked into the shower. Tyler’s bathroom had a large walk in shower stall. He turned back to Jake, and leaned on the door frame seductively. “We should probably shower together.” Then with a seductive wink he added “To save time.”
Somehow I can see us wasting more time that way. Jake thought to himself. He gave a bemused sigh and got into the stall with Tyler. Tyler turned up the heat and stood under the stream while was making a show of rinsing himself off. He was more interested in striking sexy poses under the water than actually getting cleaned up. He looked like he was in a shampoo commercial; a very sexy, not safe for TV shampoo commercial. Tyler lathered up and worked the suds into his skin and the most erotic ways possible. When Tyler washed his chests he spent extra time massaging his nipples as he give Jake yet another seductive wink.
Tyler worked every inch of his body like this, adding in that little something extra. As he washed his face he would suck on his fingers and moan. As he washed his backside Tyler kneaded his ass cheeks and would spread them wide; giving Jake a clear view of Tyler’s soapy, puckered, hole.
It gave Jake a chance to really admire Tyler’s body though. Tyler was well tanned across his whole body, and also pretty muscular. Not like body builder muscular, but he definitely had the athlete look going. Jake’s eyes kept creeping lower admiring every inch of Tyler’s body; past his hard pecs, past his washboard abs, down the treasure trail that Tyler kept trimmed short, past the equally trimmed pubic area, and finally onto the dick. Jake’s gaze was directed to Tyler’s giant cock as Tyler continued is little show.
Tyler massaged the soap into his enormous dick as he swayed his hips back and forth. He could tell Jake was transfixed, and that just got Tyler more into it. Tyler’s dick swung low as he moved. The tip dipping down well below his knees, and he had only just begun to inflate. Tyler lifted the hefty shaft up to his chest with one arm, and begin worked the suds into his now giant sized nuts. Each of Tyler’s balls was roughly the size of a medium sized beach ball. Tyler could see Jake’s look of complete shock, awe, and lust, and so he swaggered in nice and close. When Tyler was close enough, He left go of his now semi-erect cock so that it was now propping itself up by leaning into Jake’s torso; the tip was pointing right into Jake’s sternum.
Jake’s mind was trying to process it all. Tyler kept advancing forward; his massive dick pushing Jake back as he did. Jake’s back hit the wall. He was now being pinned to the wall by his friend’s monolithic wang. A wang that just recently was planted deep within him. Now that is was almost completely hard the head was pushing into Jake’s chest. “Was it that big when it was in me?” Jake asked in awe.
Jake looked down and thought for a second. It was huge, even he had to admit it, but he was sure it hadn’t grown at all since he had passed out. “Not exactly?”
Jake tiled his head questioningly as Tyler explained in better detail. “Well I may or may not have been thinking how nice it was to be resting like that. You know, still inside you as we lay there together. So I kind of filled to fit the whole.” Tyler tried to explain as best he could. Truth be told it was a subconscious thing. He could feel himself swelling to keep Jake full even after he had begun to get softer. He wasn’t actively focusing on growing, but at the time he was glad he did. So in other words, Tyler was now as thick soft as he was when he was hard and ramming Jake. Jake could tell from the awkward bashful look on Tyler’s face that Tyler had not actually thought this through and was kind of ashamed to be admitting to it.
Jake just sighed and shook his head. “You know there is no way I can take that anymore.” Jake really wished he could, but the shaft was longer than his torso and almost as thick as his waist. Jake really couldn’t blame Jake, though. The feeling was addictive. With each small growth the sensation grew exponentially. Jake had just recently become aware of his own growths. It made sense in some strange way. The way Tyler’s briefs could not contain his package earlier, the way he was so much hornier than he had ever been in his life, the way he had managed to cum enough to drench Tyler’s bed and everything on it. It all added up. The feeling of his own massive cock and balls swinging around as he staggered to the bathroom was one of the greatest feelings he had ever had. It was empowering as well as erotic. Jake could not tell why he was growing or if he would ever get as big as Tyler, but he knew he wanted to.
“Yeah. Probably.” Tyler said sheepishly. “But if I only got to do it once, I am glad it was with you.” Tyler beamed at Jake and kissed him on the lips.
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Tags: [Futa/F] [Rape] [Reluctant] [Rough] [Silliness] [Really Bad Humour] [Lactation] [Excessive Cum] [Non-Sexual Violence] [Long] [Nipple Sex] [Cock Growth] [Weirdness] [Complete Disregard for Proper Anatomy]
This was the worst day. Ever. Of all time.
Perhaps the greatest sorceress who'd ever lived, and here she was accompanying the two most incompetent, bumbling fools she'd ever had the misfortune to encounter. Fiddling with the golden bracelets adorning her forearms, LeBlanc the Deceiver cursed her dreadful luck. Growing impatient, she began tapping her ornate staff against the ground, waiting for her 'allies' to stop playing grabass with one another.
Not even ten feet away, one of her compatriots was uselessly banging an enormous sword against a towering stone golem. The steel collided against the monster's rocky hide with a loud ding, over and over again, til the sound began grating on LeBlanc's ears. Worst of all, it was hardly even doing anything more than chipping off tiny shards no bigger than pebbles. The golem simply shrugged off the attacks and proceeded to slam its fist into its agressor's skull. Grinding what little remained of Master Yi's brain into paste, LeBlanc was sure.
The self-proclaimed master of Wuju was a nutcase. That was the only way the sorceress could describe him. He was running around in a trench coat and a helmet that looked like it was crafted for some alien creature. It covered the entire top half of his head with goggle lenses. Seven of them, all glowing bright green and looking in different directions, but only two of them seemed positioned in a way that he'd actually be able to see through them. Then there was his ridiculous boots. He had a sword strapped to each one, but he never used either. All they seemed to do was make him trip over his own feet, but near as she could tell, he thought they made him move faster. Of course, near as she could tell was not very much, as she couldn't understand a word he said. The blasted fool was speaking gibberish and refused to communicate.
"I beg your pardon, but I do believe that I called, as you commoners say it, 'dibs'."
"Hablo espanol?"
LeBlanc rolled her eyes in frustration. Then there was her other companion, waving his arms frantically, trying to dissuade Yi from slaying the golem, not that it looked like he could. Cho'Gath, so-called terror of the void. Whereas Yi was an idiotic human pretending to be some bizarre otherworldly creature, Cho'gath was truly an interdimensional horror... Doing his best to behave like some human idiot.
He towered over them all, even the golem. A lumbering ten foot brute. He was lanky, but bulky at the same time, with long, spindly, insectoid limbs, claws, talons and a large, hunched torso. His skin, if it could even be called that for it looked more like exposed tissue and muscle, was a sickening mix of red and blue splotches. This strange, alien creature was terrifying to behold, with an extra set of scythe-tipped limbs that sprouted from his back and a pair of demonic horns that burst from the side of his skull and curved forward. A thick, heavy tail trailed behind him, ending in a sharp looking spade. Most frightening of all was his enormous maw that gaped eternally, showing off his massive rows of serrated teeth. His lower jaw was so long and heavy that it was easier to let it hang open than keep it closed. Truly, this beast could easily intimidate even the most stoic and brave of champions.
And then he had to go and ruin it all by throwing on a tuxedo. Lord knows where he even found one, but somehow Cho'Gath had acquired someone's formal evening wear and insisted on wearing it. Stretched over his gargantuan frame, it was tearing at the seams. Apparently he still wasn't 'classy' enough though, so he'd gone out and found a top hat, a pipe, and a monocle to match. The whole outfit looked positively ridiculous on him, and to top it off, ever since he'd found it, he'd begun speaking in a false, british accent, proclaiming it made him more suave and sophisticated. No matter how many times LeBlanc tried to remind him that he was an eldritch abomination, he remained adamant that so long as he kept one pinky extended while devouring the corpses of his enemies, he was still a dashing 'gentleman'.
"I say, stop attacking that creature this instant! The blue rocks are mine!" Even in his fake accent, Cho'Gath's every word boomed, his voice set to max volume by default. It had this eerie, screeching echo to it as well, which was slowly driving LeBlanc mad.
Gripping Yi by the collar, Cho'Gath lifted him into the air to put a stop to his assault, but he just kept swinging his massive sword anyways, smacking the golem in the face with the flat of his blade. "Master Yi es numero uno! Ahuehuehuehuehue!"
The golem roared in annoyance, drawing strength from the quartet of mystical blue stones that were hovering and spinning around its midsection, the same glowing rocks that both Cho'Gath and Yi were after. It went to take a swing at both of them, but all Cho'Gath need do was plant his palm against the monster's face and he could hold it at bay all day with his enormous reach.
"Oh for the love of... This is getting ridiculous!" LeBlanc facepalmed, rubbing the dark makeup lines running down her cheeks from her eyes, the stress of dealing with these two getting to her. Her staff, ringed with floating violet crystals, began to glow. With nothing more than a quick wave of the weapon, the largest stone launched a glowing, pink blast of magical energy, striking the golem dead on.
The creature rumbled as magic coursed through it's very being, breaking it apart from the inside. With a loud, bestial roar, it crumbled into a pile of rubble. The magical stones that surrounded it vanishing in the blink of an eye, reappearing around LeBlanc instead. The magic that infused them ensured they would always be passed on to the one who slew their previous owner.
"My word, how rude! I wanted that!" Cho'Gath grumbled, dropping Yi and thumping his tail against the ground.
"Ques que ca? Pourquoi tu tuer le monstre?" Still speaking in tongues, Yi picked himself up off the ground and dusted off his jacket.
Straightening out her long flowing cape and adjusting its large collar, LeBlanc dismissed them both with a wave of her hand. "Neither one of you has proven yourselves competent enough to handle anything greater than one of Doran's lousy blades. Now come on, before the trail goes cold."
LeBlanc led the way as the three made their way through the forest, her golden boots crushing fallen foliage underneath. According to the info Cassiopeia had given them, one of their enemies had been foolish enough to flee into the woods surrounding their base after a run-in with the naga. The snake hadn't told them much else before parting ways, saying something about a playdate with her sister. Just another pair of fools that LeBlanc had to put up with.
She felt the gentle spring breeze blowing past her, the cool air tickling her bare, pale skin. Her outfit was hardly modest, but then, it didn't need to be. What need did she have for heavy, ugly armour when anyone who opposed her would die long before they got close? So instead the woman wore something a bit more comfortable, and much more revealing. Beneath her cloak, she was barely clad in anything more than a black spandex bra and thong, with a few strings in a web-like pattern to connect them travelling down her spine and sides, but leaving her midriff exposed. Her left leg was covered by thigh-high spandex while the other was naked, her bleached skin shielded only by a long skirt which looked like it had been cut in half, covering just her right leg and staying strapped on by a pair of belts around her waist.
Just as LeBlanc was growing to appreciate the silence, Cho'Gath had to ruin everything by speaking. "I say, how about a jaunty travelling tune? Perhaps that might make this fruitless endeavour a tad less dreary."
"Oh God, Cho'Gath, no!" LeBlanc turned to face her cohort, shaking her head rapidly and waving her arms to catch his attention.
The nightmarish horror from beyond space and time just ignored her though. "Ahe-he-hem!" Tapping a three-taloned fist against his chest and clearing his throat, Cho'Gath launched into 'song'.
"Om nom nom nom nom nom nom,
Om nom nom nom nom nom nom nom
Nom nom nom nom nom nom nom,
Om nom nom nom nom nom nom.
Om nom nom nom nom nom nom..."
LeBlanc covered her ears to try and drone out Cho'Gath's deep, bellowing, echoing voice and screamed. He was insufferable! It was like he was taking every opportunity to annoy her intentionally. "Will you just. Shut. Up!"
Cho'Gath seemed taken aback, insulted even. "My word, how rude! Master Yi, what do you think? Doesn't a catchy little ditty just cheer things right up?"
"Non non, arrete sil'vous plais!" Yi seemed a bit pre-occupied, stumbling with every step. The swords strapped to his feet clattered every time he moved, and he was constantly watching his toes to avoid tripping himself.
"I'm going to take that as a... yes?" Cho'Gath shifted his eyes back and forth uncertainly before standing upright with a cheeky grin. "Two against one, the jolly song continues! Om nom nom nom nom nom nom...!"
LeBlanc grabbed at her long, wavy, blue-violet hair, seething with rage. She was pulling on her own locks so hard that she nearly tore off the headpiece adorning her forehead, a crown with three sturdy golden strands that arched up and back along her skull like a set of thin, rectangular horns. This creature was going to drive her insane!
Just as she was about to snap, she felt a rumble beneath her feet. Just the slightest of shakes. Above her, birds took flight, fleeing the trees and taking off into the sky. Narrowing her dark eyes, LeBlanc turned her gaze to the trees, perking her ears to listen for anything suspicious. Without even glancing in his direction, she smacked the bellowing monstrosity in the shin with her staff. "Shush, quiet!"
"Oww! Why you cheeky little..."
While the startled monster began hopping on one foot in pain, LeBlanc smacked him again. "I said quiet! I'm trying to listen."
Cho'Gath howled, slamming his tail against the ground and making even more of a ruckus. "How dare you... You strike me unprovoked and then demand my silence?"
"You idiot, shut up, I think she's close..."
"Why, I should write a sternly worded letter to your summoner. Such uncouth behaviour is most unbecoming of a lass." Cho'Gath waggled an enormous finger before LeBlanc's face, as if scolding a child.
The sorceress scowled, seething with so much fury that the fires of rage were visible in her eyes. "Will you just shut up you annoying cretin?! You're going to give us away!"
LeBlanc's voice was drowned out mid-sentence by a monstrous roar. The sky just over the horizon turned red as though the very clouds were engulfed in flame, and the most ferocious looking creature any of them had ever seen flew over the trees, crashing down into the path in front of them, shaking the ground as it landed. It could only be described as a demon at first glance, an enormous horned beast set ablaze. Fire licked at the ends of its wings and nipped at its heels. A creature so large that even Cho'gath looked small in comparison. Only upon closer examination did it become clear that it was a dragon, but one far more dangerous looking than the one so often seen throughout the forest. Massive red and gold scales, thick as armour plating lined it's back, from it's reptilian head down to it's long, sinewy tail. Its legs were almost stubby for it's massive frame, but its arms were long and gangly, the membrane of its wings stretching out from them. Two enormous horns curled backwards from it's head, and it stared at them with furious, slitted pupils. Its golden eyes lit up with an almost human cunning, and everyone took a wary step back from the creature.
"Now look what you've gone and done LeBlanc!" Cho'Gath turned to snap at the dark haired woman, flexing his claws as he readied them to fight off the monstrous reptile. "All your callous shouting has gone and brought a dragon down upon us!"
LeBlanc's left eye began to twitch, her pupils shrinking as her mind finally broke, a blood-curdling scream ripping from her lips.
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"Oh boy, you have no idea how afraid I was. I thought for sure somebody else was gonna get to you first!" Tristana giggled, dropping her weapon with a loud thunk. It wasn't like she was gonna need it. Relaxing a bit, she slung off her pack, the cannon balls clanking together and a few rolling out as it slumped over. "After that little show you put on for everyone, I bet you've got quite a lot of fans just dying to meet you right now."
Katarina's face was a mask of abject horror, her skin turning a ripe shade of red. God, everyone had seen, hadn't they? All the other combatants, the summoners issuing commands and leading the battle, there was no way she'd be able to hide this. Dunking her head into the river, she was half-tempted to just drown herself, but even that wouldn't be a permanent solution to her problems.
Wading into the water, the little woman went for Kat's ankles, dragging the girl out onto the riverbank with surprising strength. But then, she needed to be strong, carrying so much gear around all the time. Katarina kicked and screamed the entire way, her breasts wobbling and clapping together as she struggled. Tristana scowled, leaning back and yanking on her legs. Grunting, she finally managed to haul the squirming red head onto the sand, despite her clawing at anything she could get her hands on.
"Get away from me!" She shrieked. "Get away you freaky blue midget!" Pulling one of her feet free, she planted her boot right in Tristana's face. Her boots were pretty much the only clothing she had left at this point.
"Oof!" Losing her grip, the yordle stumbled back, falling flat on her ass. "Well," she grumbled, climbing to her feet and dusting off her pants. "That wasn't a very nice thing to do."
Rolling onto her side, Kat tried to crawl away, but she was so weakened from exhaustion, and her chest was so heavy... She wasn't going anywhere, and they both knew it.
"You should be grateful you know! There's a lot meaner people than me who could've gotten here first." The miniscule woman rubbed her face, tending to the bridge of her cute, button nose, making sure Katarina hadn't just broken it. Thankfully, no blood, and the pain was fading quickly.
"Does that mean you're gonna just kill me and put me out of my misery?" Katarina growled, knowing full well she wasn't lucky enough for that.
"Kill you? No!" Tristana cackled dismissively, eyeing the taller woman's body, drinking in the sight of her curves and those luscious, massive tits. "I didn't bust my ass getting here first just to make you go boom. I've got something so much more fun in mind!" Stepping up beside her captive, she gave Kat's toned ass a smack, watching her flesh ripple.
The poor girl groaned and buried her head in the sand. Was there anyone on this battlefield who wasn't a lecherous pervert? Or hell, someone who's go to instinct upon seeing an enemy wasn't rape? "Ugh, I'd rather just die."
Tristana's tiny hand swept along the curve of her waist, reaching around to squeeze one of Kat's milkjugs. A goofy grin stretched the yordle's lips and she practically drooled at how soft and squishy it was. "What's wrong? I figured you'd prefer sexy fun times over, you know, death."
"I'm not some cheap gutter slut!" Katarina barked back at the walking blueberry, flailing one of her arms uselessly in her direction.
"Then why are you wandering around naked?" The yordle giggled in girlish glee. With a light nudge to the red-head's stomach, she rolled the assassin onto her back, letting her huge knockers jiggle.
Gritting her teeth, Katarina folded her arms over her bosom to steady it. Her forearms barely even covered her engorged nipples, let alone the bulging titflesh. "Not by choice!"
"Huh. You could've fooled me. You sure seemed to be getting into it with the snake lady. By the way, wasn't she, like, your sister or something? Kinky." Stepping overtop of the human, Tristana plopped down onto her belly, straddling it and grabbing her arms. Pulling them away to free her chest, she watched it shake, practically mesmerized. Each melon was bigger than her head. Hell, each one was practically the size of her whole body! Katarina may have found them repulsive, but to the tiny woman, it was the most exotic, kinkiest thing she'd ever seen. "And besides, just look at these things! You're certainly not a fighter. So I can't imagine why any team would keep you around as anything other than a cum dump."
"Why you little..." Before Katarina could finish, the yordle let go of her arms. Immediately, she moved to strangle the little girl, only to gasp and moan instead as the midget grabbed a handful of her overly sensitive breasts in each hand. Well, a handful to the yordle was little more than a big pinch to the human.
"I wish our whores grew 'em this big in Bandle City." Tristana was drooling again, smiling dreamily as she rolled and kneaded the assassin's bust. "Oh, but then, if we did, I'd probably blow a fortune on hookers. So maybe it's for the best." Grinning wickedly, she reached for Katarina's nipples. They were so swollen that she could almost wrap her entire hand around them, squeezing and tugging like she was milking a cow. "Good thing sluts like you are free!"
It was a struggle for Katarina not to just break down into a fit of screams and moans. Her nerves were still lit up with Cassiopeia's poison. The entirety of her chest tingled when her udders were tugged, skin stretching taut as Tristana tested her elasticity. Kat grit her teeth, moaning loudly each time she tried to speak. "I'm- Nngh! Not- Aaaaahh! A slut!"
The yordle shoved her head forward, mashing her face deep between the human's cushions. Drool spilled into the crevice between them while the short girl dragged her tongue across her skin. Thankfully, the naga hadn't made too much of a mess, and aside from the faint taste of sweat, she was still clean from the bath. Tristana was glad. She wouldn't want to taste any of the naga's possibly poisonous leftovers.
Here and there Tristana took little nips, planting soft kisses up and down her captive's cleavage, savouring every moment she got to spend with those lovely pillows. She pursed her lips and lightly sucked on them, leaving a trail of hickies all down their insides. Katarina's arms were splayed out to the side, her nails digging grooves in the dirt. Knees bent and head thrashing from side to side, she felt like she was slowly going mad.
"Mmnnn," Tristana moaned softly, grinding her clothed pelvis against Kat's belly. Her stubby hands roamed freely, fingers outstretched to contain as much squeezable, jiggly boob as she could. Each cry that escaped the human's lips exciting her, the yordle grew more and more eager until her military uniform began to chafe. Even with all the slack her outfit gave, it suddenly felt too tight, too confining, too hot.
Releasing those wonderful, bountiful breasts, Tristana quickly worked to peel off her shirt. So much gear to remove! Ugh, why did military gear have to be so cumbersome? She was panting heavily, tossing away gauntlets and shoulderpads, struggling to get off her top. She was in such a clumsy rush that she managed to get it caught on her big head when she tried to lift it off, cursing her large skull. Temporarily blinded, the yordle squirmed and lost her balance, falling onto her side.
Had her situation not been so dire, Katarina would have laughed. As it was, she just had to focus on getting out of there. She was humiliated enough as is, but she'd never be able to live down the shame of being the victim of one of those half-pints. She'd be a laughing stock. While Tristana was occupied, she rolled over, pushing herself to her feet unsteadily. Breasts sagging under their own weight, she carried them as best she could, stumbling like a drunk and slowly waddling away.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going?!" Tristana shouted after her, having finally managed to free herself from her army jacket. Her chest was naked, the same cheery blue shade as the rest of her body. Now Kat could see why she had such a fascination with her breasts though. The yordle's own bust was barely more than a pair of mosquito bites. A small pair of lumps that were probably fair-sized for someone of her stature, but they were tiny even compared to the human's regular size.
Biting her bottom lip, Katarina kept moving. "Help! Somebody help me goddamnit! Cassie! LeBlanc! Damnit, I'd even take help from Yi right now!" Kat yelled at the top of her lungs, putting more and more distance between her and Tristana.
"Oh no you don't. Not getting away from me that easily!" The yordle chuckled, not even feeling the need to give chase. The assassin certainly wasn't moving very quickly. Instead she reached into her sack, fishing out a small cannonball. Gripping it in both hands, she took aim at Katarina, wiggled her rump a few times, then took a step forward and hurled the heavy iron ball at the fleeing redhead. Katarina never even noticed. It made a loud clunk as it hit the ground, rolling towards her and gaining ground quickly. Plowing right through her legs, the poor girl stumbled over it, losing her balance and falling forwards.
"Woohoo! Strike!" Tristana cried out in delight, quickly bounding over to pounce before she had the chance to get up again.
"Uuunngh, could this day get any worse..." Katarina wailed, her fall cushioned by her buoyant chest. Before she could even roll onto her side, she felt a small weight tackle her behind, with just enough force to pin her hips.
"Well, I was hopin' for a bit more foreplay, but it doesn't look like you're gonna sit still for that, are ya'?" Tristana pouted, giving Kat's meaty ass a grope, running her itty-bitty hands along those smooth butt cheeks. Her palms reached higher, pressing down on the small of the human's back and pinning her while she ground her hips back and forth, rubbing her crotch against that curvy rump. At some point, the yordle had unbuttoned her pants without Katarina noticing, and now she could feel a hard lump straining through her undone fly, the bulge in Tristana's panties rubbing up against the crack of her ass.
Katarina's eyes widened, and she shook her head frantically. "Why? Why did I say that? Why?!" The more Tristana ground her pelvis against her captive's backside, the further her loosened pants slipped down her thighs, leaving her barely concealed package pressed firmly against Kat's rear. "Wh-what the hell?! You have to be joking... That can't be real, not another one!"
"Huh, you sound surprised. Don't you know anything about yordles?" Tristana rolled her eyes at the human's ignorance.
"Am I the only actual woman in this whole damned league?" Katarina wailed.
"Mnnn, it's just too bad I couldn't get to you before that scary snake lady did." Tristana muttered. Playing with the hem of her underwear, she hooked her thumb into it and tugged downwards, freeing her constrained shaft with a happy sigh. "A whore is never as tight after she's been broken in." Kicking off her panties, she let her newly freed member slide back and forth, rubbing it against Kat's skin.
Even though she couldn't see it, Katarina could feel the small woman's length slapping against her derriere. It only made sense that of the three women to abuse her today, the shortest one would have the shortest cock. And yet, the yordle's prick was still larger than the average length of any human. Listening to the meaty thwack as Tristana smacked it against her ass, it didn't seem like it took much to get her excited, her pole already fully hard. The entire length rubbing against her backside, she figured it had to be at least seven inches. Certainly enough to satisfy someone twice the yordle's size. Silently, Katarina wondered if Tristana was exceptionally large for her species, or if that was normal for a yordle. And if so, how did such little creatures take it? Or worse, what if Tristana was one of the tiny ones?! Katarina shuddered.
Her blue member trailing lower, Tristana grinned childishly. She pressed the darker, almost purple tip of her blue phallus to her captive's twat, giggling at the slick feel of her pussy lips rubbing against her crown. Katarina seemed almost resigned to her fate, giving only the barest of struggles, more for show than any serious effort to dislodge the shorty. Moaning in her squeaky voice, Tristana slowly eased her pole into the larger woman's sex, relishing how slick and wet she was. Sure, it was mostly just because she was still overflowing with snake cum, but at least it beat trying to go in dry. It meant she didn't have to hold back at all, thrusting back and forth without giving any time for Kat to get used to it.
Hands balling into fists, clenching dirt between her fintertips, Katarina grit her teeth, trying not to show any outwards signs of pleasure. Ironic for being her least human partner of the day, the yordle had the most human dick. Regular shaped, no weird bumps or strange ends. If it wasn't for her size, it'd just be like being with a regular partner. Instead, with that tiny body leaning over top of her and grabbing at her ass with stubby hands, it felt like she was getting nailed by a child, albeit a very well endowed one. It felt practically perfect inside of her. Not too huge, it didn't stretch her netherlips painfully, but was still big enough to reach deep inside her and press against her core.
Tristana stopped when she bottomed out and pulled back quickly, the rim of her cockhead scraping Kat's inner walls and dragging some of her sister's leftover cum out of her. She laid forward, resting her entire body overtop the assassin's toned bottom, her big head resting on the small of her back. Belly smacking against her ass, the yordle grabbed hold of Katarina's hips for leverage and drove herself deeper.
The sudden intrusion drove Kat into a frenzy. Oh god it felt wonderful! The little rapist was buried balls deep and rubbing against her sweet spot. Clenching her fists tighter, she whined like a bitch in heat while her unnatural breasts were squashed into the dirt by the little girl bearing down on top of her.
Tristana cackled and wedged her legs in between the larger woman's, spreading their thighs apart and leaving the human even more vulnerable. Planting her palms on either side of her waist, the commando pummeled Katarina's sex relentlessly. To anyone watching, it would have to have looked ridiculous, a girl half her size bouncing off her ass, sinking an oversized cock deep into her cunt with a dirty squish.
Tristana's little blue behind flexed each time she rammed her length down that slick, warm tunnel, moaning lewdly and drooling onto the captive killer's back. Body jumping up and down like a frog, she relished the human's sweet love canal, the way it squeezed her shaft so tightly. Katarina's insides were so soft and sticky, her internal muscles trying to milk the yordle's girth each time it kissed her cervix. Her tussled, snowy hair was looking even more dishevelled than usual, and her sapphire skin gleamed with sweat, little droplets rolling down her spine and sliding between her chiseled little butt cheeks.
Katarina wasn't really in any better shape. Her hair was once again a tangled mess, her smooth skin marred by pockets of dirt. Her tongue lolled from her lips, mouth agape with constant cries of ecstasy. She was too weak to keep trying to fight it off, so instead she just tried to forget about her humiliation, about how she was being nailed by some pintsized pipsqueak, and just focus on how gooood it felt getting stuffed by the small woman's not-so-small pole. She was on the verge of creaming herself with each downward thrust, a mix of fluids spilling from her overflowing honeypot.
The yordle could already feel her orgasm approaching. Not wanting to waste a drop, she swept her hands down Katarina's sides, lifting her hips up higher into the air. Arching her back, she angled her hips down and slammed in hard, angling for maximum penetration. With a girlish moan, her tip battered Kat's womb, spurting thick globs of precum straight into it. Tristana was upset this was going to be over so soon. She didn't get to really go all out very often. The halfpint wasn't used to being able to just sink her entire pole into someone so easily. Her own kind usually required a ton of work and preparation, and even then she'd be making their bellies bulge long before she ever got all the way in. But Katarina was taking every single inch with practiced ease.
Stretching out, Tristana couldn't resist reaching around to give those luscious, gigantic melons a squeeze. Grinning happily at the soft, malleable flesh, she bucked and hammered away, pounding Katarina like a jack rabbit. "Nnngh! You're tighter than I figured..." Bobbing her hips up and down, Tristana's balls were swinging back and forth in time with her thrusts, while wispy white pubic hairs tickled Katarina's backside. "You should seriously consider trying a new career in a whorehouse. You'd get so much business whenever the Megling Commandoes are on leave! Better than giving it away for free I bet. Just think of all the awesome titty fucks I bet you could give!"
Katarina let out an anguished cry. Was that really what lay await in her future? Her body was ruined, she couldn't fight off Shyvana, couldn't dissuade her own sister, and now she couldn't even stop a yordle from taking advantage of her. What business did she have on the battlefield? And she couldn't deny that this felt so great... Having her pussy filled again and again, her body wracked by orgasm after orgasm... And all that was stopping her was...
No! She had dignity, pride. A family name to live up to. She couldn't just let herself be used like this, she wouldn't allow herself to become some cum dumpster for any freak with a big dick, she wouldn't...!
"Aaahn! Here it coooomes!"
"Wha?" Katatina was jolted from her thoughts by a loud groan. Tristana's shaft swelled even larger inside of her, growing thicker as her sac pulled tight against her body. Screwing her eyes shut, the yordle buried her full length inside the human and exploded, filling her womb with a fresh load of cum. "Fuck!"
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With a deafening roar, the dragon opened it's maw wide and let loose a gout of flame. Screaming in panic, the sorceress just narrowly managed to avoid it, using her magic to teleport a few feet away. Master Yi was not nearly so lucky, the fire engulfing him as well as everything else in front of the monster.
Screaming hysterically, the wuju master threw himself to the ground, rolling around in the dirt to put out the fire. The poorly-secured swords strapped to his shins clattered together and sliced into his legs, only adding to his pain. "%&#*! @&%*#$^!¡!"
"Master Yi! That is not appropriate language!" Cho'Gath's booming voice rang clear, even over the dragon's bestial din. Non-chalantly, he took a few deep puffs from pipe, taking his sweet time to empty the ash from it, before just tossing the whole thing aside and charging into the fray. "Have at you, vile cur!" Swiping at the draconic fiend with demonic claws. The dragon howled in pain, then returned the favour, swinging it's massive arm in a wide arc, throwing Cho'Gath back and even catching Yi as well in its huge radius.
"Watch the fucking cleave you idiots!" LeBlanc screamed. Bringing her staff to bear, she let loose another blast of energy from it, even larger than the one before. To her dismay, it had far less effect against the dragon than it had on the golem. Turning its attention to her, the reptilian beast screeched and another torrent of fire erupted from its maw. With practiced precision and surprising speed, the sorceress fired another blast the moment the beast opened its mouth, infused with all the arcane energy she could muster, following it up with her teleportation spell. She managed to flee the flames, returning to her previous position just as the heat was singing the ends of her hair.
The second attack left the dragon reeling. Aimed straight into it's mouth, the monstrous growls and hisses died in the beast's throat. It thrashed and flailed, turning in her direction to bellow and roar. Only no sound came from it.
The magical silence alone was a boon to the witch, a brief respite in which she could finally hear herself think without distraction. It also confused the dragon for long enough that the sorceress was able to strike it again. Any second now, she expected it to turn tail and run, or preferably die, from her magical barrage. There was, afterall, very few who could survive more than a couple blasts of her sorcery.
Much to LeBlanc's dismay however, the dragon was quickly proving itself to be one of those few. It shrugged off her latest attack and charged forward, leaving a trail of fire burning in its wake. The mage panicked. Her teleportation spell was taxing to use, and she could only do it so many times before she had to stop and rest. With the dragon barreling towards her, she threw herself out of its path, rolling through the dirt as the ground behind was charred, the plantlife blackening and turning to ash. "What are you two waiting for?!" She screamed.
Her companions were just picking themselves up, ready to throw themselves back into the fray. They stood behind the dragon as it turned on LeBlanc once again.
"Watch the tail!" She cried, but too late. The behemoth turned to face the witch, its tail swinging in a wide arc behind it and tossing Cho'Gath into Yi, the towering lummox screeching as it fell upon the martial artist's blades, while Yi was crushed beneath his weight. LeBlanc dragged her palm down her visage, fingers curled and yanking on a few dangling locks of hair in frustration. "Oh my God, you stupid scrubs."
With no choice in the matter, LeBlanc turned and fled further into the forest. Roaring in silence, the dragon gave chase, following her as she led it deeper down the wooded path. Though they were slow to disentangle their limbs from one another, clumsily stumbling over each other, Cho'Gath and Yi took off in pursuit as well.
Ducking and weaving into every set of bushes along the path, LeBlanc led the dragon on a wild chase, trying to slow it down and evade its line of sight whenever she could. Risking a glance back over her shoulder. Cho'Gath was far, far behind. He slowly lumbered along, his lanky limbs encumbered by his own tuxedo, stretched so taut around his frame that it was constricting his movements. To her surprise, Master Yi was gaining ground quickly, moving so swiftly that she wondered if there was some truth to her earlier assertion about him strapping weaponry to his shins. Then, just as he had caught up to them, the lunatic ground to a halt, gripped his massive sword tightly in both hands, and started jerking it up and down, conjuring crude images of the swordsman jacking off.
LeBlanc groaned. Nothing was worth this. Life wasn't worth this. She might as well just throw herself into the jaws of the dragon now and save herself some misery. Pushing herself harder, she lured the dragon onwards with one last idea, a way she could salvage this whole fiasco. Why was everyone on her team so useless? And where the hell was Katarina when she needed her?
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"Ooooh, that was a big one!" Pulling out of Kat's sloppy, wet tunnel, Tristana grinned as her syrupy cum oozed from her flooded sex. Gooey, off-white semen practically gushed from her cunt, the yordle having pumped wad after wad of spunk straight into her womb, replacing the serpent's loads with her own. Her balls were feeling lighter already. Resting on her knees, the sweaty yordle paused to catch her breath, her softening pole still spitting out a few more globs of cum to plaster the human's skin.
Katarina sobbed. Yet another fresh load of sperm pumped directly into her womb. At least she didn't have quite as much cause for concern this time. Whoever heard of a yordle breeding with a human? Unlike half-humans like Shyvana and Cassie, they were two completely different species, so no chance of getting pregnant, assuming she wasn't already... She hoped.
With a happy sigh, Tristana could feel some of her energy returning slowly. She knew she should be getting back to the fight, buuuut...
Rolling the heavy-chested human onto her back, Tristana hopped onto her belly, straddling her. She couldn't just let Katarina go with such luscious titties still unmolested. There was still so much booby to squeeze and knead!
Panting from exhaustion, the human glared at her miserably. The skin around her bosom was a little bruised looking, probably from Cassiopeia's exuberant massage, and there was mud caked here and there, but still, the red-headed assassin's chest was the most enticing thing Tristana had ever seen.
"Get off of me you little freak!" Katarina screamed, lifting her shaky arms to smack Tristana away.
The yordle ducked, shoving her face into Kat's cleavage to shield it, while her tiny hands grabbed at her protruding nipples, using them like handlebars to avoid being thrown off. Katarina bucked, the poison that coursed through her left each nipple feeling as sensitive as her clitoris, while the yordle clung to them, yanking on them as she thrashed about. Finally getting a grip on Tristana, she grabbed a fistful of white hair and pulled hard.
"Aagh, you bitch!" Tristana screamed, digging her nails into taut flesh to avoid being peeled off. Both women pulled and wrestled, elbowing each other in the face and ribs in a sudden frenzy.
Despite her suddenly renewed struggles, Katarina was quickly forced to concede, screaming in pain and releasing her grip. The pain in her chest was magnified too much. 'Damnit sis,' she cursed to herself, 'you've fucked me in more ways than one.' "Stop! God, stop!"
"Really?" Tristana said incredulously. "One little titty twister and you're crying uncle already? You really are a lousy fighter." Rearing back, she gave one of Kat's breasts a sharp slap, making her squeal again from the stinging pain. With an impish grin, she repeated her strike, smacking the human's chest and watching her breasts jiggle and shake, each slap ringing louder. A small, red handprint was just taking shape along the assassin's melon when the yordle's strike took on a weird, wet smacking sound. Pausing her torture, Tristana lifted her palm slowly, a runny, violet fluid dripping from it. Upon closer inspection, she could see it dribbling from Katarina's engorged nipple. "Oh my God, are you leaking milk?"
"What?!" Katarina lifted her head to look, but she could barely even see over her own massive, wobbling bust, the combined weight of her chest and the yordle keeping her from sitting upright.
Tristana gave Kat's nipple a playful flick, watching a spattering of purple 'milk' go flying. "Hahaha, you are! That's awesome!" She pinched her captives nipples with both hands, tugging on them more lightly. Gently, she rolled the two delicate nubs between her thumb and forefinger, stroking them like a pair of teeny tiny cocks and laughing as more lilac-coloured cream oozed from the tips. "Man, I bet you could feed all of Bandle City with these things."
Propping herself up on her elbows, Katarina finally got enough leverage to look up over the swell of her breasts, and was disturbed by the sight. Just what the hell had Cassie done to her?!
Still smirking, Tristana guided one of Kat's swollen teats to her mouth, much to the assassin's disgust. Her big mouth sealing shut around it, she slurped and sucked noisily to get a taste. She moaned softly around it, her wide, flat tongue dragging across the red-head's tit. Her milk tasted kinda... Funny. Sweet, almost too much so.
Katarina watched her with a revolted look. It was sickening. Didn't she realize how wrong it was? But then... Tristana had already made her realize her knowledge on yordles was lacking, was it possible the yordle didn't know enough about humans to realize milk wasn't supposed to be purple?
Tristana kept up her hungry slurping, filling her mouth with Katarina's cream and sucking it down. "Mnnn..." Suckling loudly, she pulled her head back, her vacuuming maw pulling Katarina's nipple with it until at last it sprung free with a wet pop, 'milk' trickling down the yordle's chin. "Eh, not the best, but it'll do in a pinch." The small hermaphrodite licked her lips hungrily, her tongue feeling strangely numb for some reason. She wasted little time in going for the other one, her greedy hands still molesting every inch of breast fat they could reach while she drank her fill.
The larger woman moaned loudly. This was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She'd had her breasts massaged before, both gingerly and with savage abandon, her nipples played with and suckled, but never felt what it was like to truly nurse someone before. And the feelings were intensified so much! Like sweet release, her breasts were being drained of all that excess poison, her nerves teased and lit up with pleasure. Gripping the back of Tristana's head, she ran her fingers through tangled white locks, squirming as the childish creature drank her fill.
All the while, the ravenous halfpint ground her body against Kat's belly, her pole smearing spent cum all over her. The envenomed cream she was guzzling down filled her belly with warmth and a wonderful tingling sensation all over. Before long, the yordle was ready to go again and whining with need.
Sitting up straight, Tristana rolled those luscious melons between her hands, spreading them apart then slapping them back together. Now that Katarina seemed to have finally settled down, it was time for what she'd been wanting ever since she spied the busty beauty through that sight ward. She shifted her hips forward, cock flexing as she guided it in between those milk-laden pillows, sighing happily as her thick shaft was engulfed. They were so soft, like big, creamy marshmallows. She squealed and mashed those hefty jugs together tight, trapping her length between Kat's cavernous cleavage. Purple veins bulged along the side of her blue cock as it stiffened again, swelling with blood and spurting leftover semen into the crevice.
Pressing her hands atop Tristana's, her palms completely covering the yordle's grabby paws, Katarina moaned and helped her squeeze harder, taking pleasure from skin contact with her bloated bosom. She didn't know which she should be more humiliated by, that she was helping her rapist violate her breasts, or that she was feeling less violated in the first place now that Tristana WAS using her chest.
The pipsqueak hunched over Katarina's love pillows, squinting and humping away excitedly. Her tongue was hanging out, letting her spit dribble down her chin and drip down onto the killer's mammaries. It slowly oozed into her cleavage, mixing with precum and milk to make a sticky, slimy mess. It disgusted Kat, but for Tristana, it just made for some kinky lube as she rutted her chest, pumping her shaft between those marvelous mounds. God, she wanted to cum so badly, to splatter her load all over the assassin's chest and hose her bouncing breasts down with her seed, but at the same time, she never wanted this to end, to keep slapping those tits together around her cock again and again. Silently, Tristana wondered if her fellows would let her take Katarina as a prisoner when this battle was all said and done, provided she shared of course.
Katarina grunted, the yordle's eager thrusts getting harder and faster, little hips slamming against her soft cushions. Breast flesh rippled with each hard smack, pressed together even tighter around the yordle's cock than her cunt muscles had been. The exuberant pounding was sure to leave the red-head with some fresh bruises, but Katarina was just happy her sore insides were getting a break. Each rough thrust was bouncing her breasts, her body rocked by their pendulous weight. It felt like a pair of water balloons rolling back and forth across her chest, slapping together with the wet smacking of skin on skin. She could feel the yordle's cock wedged between them, sliding through a slimy mixture of bodily fluids, rubbing against her tender skin.
Since Katarina had become so cooperative, Tristana moved her tiny hands to her nipples, happy to play with her swollen teats, tweaking them til she heard the girl squeal. She was content to let the fiery haired woman work to keep her bountiful breasts steady while she simply savoured the heavenly feeling of them wrapped around her shaft. Her legs were so short and Kat's breasts so large that the yordle found herself standing overtop of her for better leverage as she jammed her slick rod between them.
Rolling Kat's nipples between her fingers, she tugged on them, seeing how far they stretched and giggling at the large, pink areolas pulled taut with them. The once tiny nubs had swollen with the rest of her chest, still dribbling milk with every pull. She flicked at the human's nipples with short fingers, rubbing at them with her index fingers and pressing against them, pushing into Katarina's ballooned tit. She was just being playful, toying with the sensitive nub, when her finger was engulfed in sudden slippery warmth, her ears perking at the lewd squish it made.
Katarina laid her head back, still moaning whorishly. This was new. It felt like something was pressed right into her enthused nerves, rubbing against them and tormenting her with pleasure.
Tristana ceased her jerky thrusts just as she was nearing her peak once again, stopping to stare in awe. Her finger had slipped right inside the fiery-maned woman's teat, surrounded by breast fat and oozing milk. Exploratively wiggling her finger back and forth, she had to hold on as Katarina bucked beneath her, wracked by such ecstasy that she nearly came. Her engorged nipple made the most perverted squish, it sent a shiver down Tristana's back and brought a light smile to her face.
"Wow, I knew you had huge tits, but... Really!?" Tristana exclaimed gleefully. Pulling her hands back, Katarina's nipples seemed to tug on her fingers, sucking on them and resisting her attempt to pull out. The yordle let them reach as far as they'd go before they snapped back with a wet slurp. Bringing a liberated finger to her lips, the short blue creature sucked it clean, moaning at the taste of the violet fluid dripping from it. "Daaamn, that's hot..." The yordle stared longingly at Katarina's breasts, her dirty head filling with lewd ideas already.
Katarina was a spasming, quivering wreck. Her eyes rolling up into her skull, it was taking all her willpower not to start drooling all over herself. Damn that poison! Her chest was more sensitive than her cunt, and that little freak was looking at them like that's exactly what they were. Her sapphire eyes went wide. "No, wait, you're not going to..."
Tristana smirked wickedly, leaning all of her weight against Kat's left breast, trying to climb overtop of it. It jiggled like crazy, and was hard to stay balanced on, especially once Katarina started trying to grab at her and throw her off, but the yordle would not be deterred. She pressed one index finger into Kat's nipple again, weakening her instantly as she was jolted by the wonderful sensation. Dipping her finger in and out, the yordle worked her tit like a virgin pussy, fingering it gently and stirring up her cream until it was leaking copiously from her teat. Soon, she added a second finger, seeing just how wide she could open the small little hole. Burying her digits up to the knuckle with a wet 'schluck', Tristana spread them apart until she could see right inside of Kat's milky opening.
Gasping for air, Katarina looked up at her captor in fear. This couldn't be happening, no no no! Her hands were trembling and she tried to swat the yordle's paws away, but Tristana just gave her other nipple a sharp twist to settle her down with a pained squeal.
Her wrinkled, blue balls mashed up against Kat's breast, the short woman let her length glide across her skin, leaving a trail of slime in its wake. To Katarina's horror, she could feel the purple tip bumping up against her nipple... Pressing against it... Her breathing hastened and she shook her head. "No, stop, that's not supposed to go theeeeeaaaaaarrree!" Katarina screamed as Tristana lined herself up and thrust, sinking a few inches of her thick yordle cock right into her breast.
"Oooohh, fuck!" Tristana moaned loudly, wrapping her arms around her new sex-pillow and grabbing handfuls to steady herself. Her shaft throbbed, gripped tightly within Kat's bosom, muscle and fat closing around it and giving her blue pole a good squeeze. It was hot inside and even wetter than her pussy had been. It was too much to resist. Shifting her hips and angling for an even deeper thrust, the yordle speared the woman's massive breast, sinking every inch of her fleshy pillar into her enormous boob and smacking her hips against it. She felt the way it jiggled from the impact, like trying to screw a waterbed, but oh god was it ever a snug fit. "This... This is awesome!" She squeaked, bouncing off her target and slamming into it again.
"Fuck... Stop! Get off... Please!" Katarina pleaded, the yordle pounding away at her chest without pause. Her breasts were so large that Tristana was sinking her entire prick balls deep inside of her, and not even reaching halfway through. But the added weight and the repeated beating against her chest was making it hard to breathe. It didn't help that each thrust into her breast was knocking the wind out of her lungs, making her scream with more pleasure than her sex had received all day. Her honeypot was gushing, oozing cum that was both hers and others, and she couldn't keep her fingers away from it. Her chest felt so freaking fantastic, and the pleasure was spreading throughout her whole body. Even while she was begging her assailant to stop, she was burying three fingers into her snatch and grabbing at her free breast with her other hand, trying to hold it steady and massage it roughly at the same time. Her legs twisting and spreading apart, toes curling as she eagerly fingered herself.
Tristana was oblivious to her pleasure. Not that she was opposed to it, but she was just a bit preoccupied with the wonderful sensations gripping her manly bits. Her infinitely smaller bust pressed flat against Kat's breast as she mashed her entire body up against it, grinding against her soft, smooth skin while mercilessly pounding away at her nipple cunt. Hips jumping up and down while flexing her small bottom, the yordle had to struggle to stay balanced atop Kat's breast as it flopped about with each savage thrust. Her small, calloused fingers gripping wherever she could for support, she drove herself balls deep, unhindered.
Shlick. Shlick. Shluck. Katarina's ears burned with each squish her lewd nipple made on penetration. Her cheeks were flushed with humiliation. This little bitch was using her breast as a cocksleeve. Somehow, that felt even more degrading than everything else that had happened to her today, the knowledge that her body was nothing but a set of holes to stuff... And she was getting off on it! She couldn't deny how good it felt, trying to stuff her entire hand into her gooey, oozing slit while her breast was pumped and stuffed with dick. 'What's happening to me? What did they do to me?' Her thoughts raced, thinking back to the marathom rape session with Shyvana and the toxins Cassiopeia had pumped into her veins, that vile poison that even now was gushing from her nipple, practically squirting out from around the yordle's cock each time she stuffed it in.
"This... Aaah! This is... Mnn... The best titfuck... Nngh! ...I've ever had!" Tristana cried out, In between moans and short, quick thrusts. Her face a mask of joy, she kept hammering away, trying to make this second orgasm count. Having cum already, she could last longer than before, but she'd already been teasing herself close to the edge before she'd started humping Kat's creamy milkhole. Swollen blue testicles were pulling higher into her body as they smacked and rebounded off Kat's skin, and she could feel her stomach knotting. This was going to be a big one.
The yordle's shaft thickened and throbbed, the veins running down the length of it bulging in preparation for the oncoming load. The yordle's mind was filled with fantasies, though to Katarina they were nightmares, of inflating her breasts even more, filling them with cum until they were so big and full that the human couldn't even move at all beneath their gigantic weight. That thought was all it took to push Tristana over the edge. Her urethra expanding, the large cumvein lining the underside of her shaft bloated with her coming orgasm.
Tristana grunted, her balls aching as the first wad of cum struggled to shoot out. It almost felt like something was blocking the way. Katarina's insides were squeezing her so tightly, it was cutting off the flow of her semen. Not to be deterred, the yordle thrust harder, smacking her hips against Kat's breast flesh, making it jiggle until it relaxed enough to let her empty her nuts inside of it. With a triumphant cry, the small woman hilted herself and let loose a torrent of spunk, her sac shrinking as she unloaded her pent up jism... And then quickly reinflating again.
Katarina screamed, venting her frustration and shame. Her senses completely overloaded, she spasmed and thrashed, twisting about as she brought herself to orgasm simultaneously, rubbing her palm against her clit. She grit her teeth, trying not to moan too much, to give Tristana the satisfaction, but it was a fruitless endeavour. The yordle's cum was filling her mammary gland, sloshing inside of her.
Tristana grunted in discomfort. This was less than the mind-blowing orgasm she'd been expecting. Her length tingled, becoming overly sensitive from cumming, and yet her testicles still ached like she had a bad case of blue balls. Wincing uncomfortably, she pulled out of Kat's nipple, her spent member going limp and slipping free with a loud schlooorp. Breathing a sigh, she fell backwards onto her butt to take a breather.
With the yordle's cock removed from her chest, Katarina groaned soflty, feeling as though a great weight had been lifted off of her. A huge weight actually. She felt lighter than before, empty, even though her breast was full of Tristana's cum. Whiteish jizz dribbled from her sore, gaping nipple and ran down her body in rivers. Propping herself up on her elbows, Katarina stared at her defiled breast with a grimace. But... Was it just her, or did her breast seem... Smaller?
She brushed a hand across her delicate skin, and there was no tingling jolt, no spastic feelings of warmth coursing through her. It wasn't as overly sensitive anymore. Sapphire eyes lighting up with excitement, she moved to sit up... Only to struggle against the weight bearing down on her. Rolling onto her side, she pushed herself to her knees, straining against the weight of her own bust. Her sagging bosom hung down, breasts clapping together, but now she could see a more direct comparison. Her right was still as massive as before, hanging so low it rested on the ground, but the left had shrunk noticeably. It was still freakishly huge and leaking a milky violet mix of cum and poison, but it was definitely smaller, and getting even smaller still. Before her very eyes she could see it deflating as more and more of its contents leaked out. Katarina just gaped in confusion at her lopsided chest, wondering how... She turned her head to glance at the yordle, wondering what unfortunate aftereffect her latest partner had left her with, and almost laughed.
The yordle was resting there on the ground, propped up against the nearest rock and panting heavily from exhaustion. She had her head tilted back and eyes shut as she relaxed for a moment. Afterall, it wasn't like Katarina was in any shape to fight back at the moment. She was completely unaware of the effect she'd had on the human, or more precisely, the effect that the larger woman had had on her. Even though it had gone completely soft, the short herm's cock hadn't shrunk at all. It was still just as big as before, just a lot floppier. Globs of cum, tinted a bright violet hue, were oozing from her urethra.
Katarina grinned, a plan forming in her devious mind. For the first time all day, it seemed like things were finally working out in her favour.
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God, it felt like her lungs were on fire. LeBlanc was heaving, each breath a struggle. She'd never had to run so hard in her entire life. Everytime she pumped her thighs, it felt like they were gonna fall off. Her stomach was cramping, and she felt disgusting. Every inch of her body was slick with sweat, making her hair cling to her face. She was regretting wearing such revealing clothes afterall, the frequent brush that she was fleeing through left her porcelain skin covered in scratches and dirt.
The dragon was always just a step or two behind her, moving much faster than anything that large should have been able to. Once, LeBlanc had attempted to stop the beast by binding it in magically conjured ethereal chains, but it had deftly evaded them with it's greater speed. Worse, the brief moment it had taken her to aim her spell was all it took for the reptile to catch up to her, and only timely use of her teleportation spell had saved her, distorting reality and letting her leap several paces ahead. She hadn't tried that again.
Rounding a bend in the path she was following between the trees, LeBlanc stumbled and came to a stop. Here, the trees were so thick and thinly spread that they practically formed a wall around a small clearing, and the corpses of some nearby woodland critters, mauled and bloody, was a sign that some wolves had claimed this area for use as their den.
Just perfect.
Hesitant to go any further, LeBlanc turned to face her relentless adversary, who approached her slowly, wary of any tricks. Her silence spell had since worn off, and as it stood in front of her, its jaws just inches from her face, it let out a deafening roar. To her credit, the sorceress stood her ground, readying her staff. Just behind the dragon she could see Yi had caught up to them once again, while Cho'Gath was still so far back that he was out of sight. Behind her, blue-furred wolves were emerging from every corner of their den. The beasts were smart enough to avoid difficult prey like the champions who frequented the woods during their many battles, though they were still prepared to defend their home should any of them provoke an attack.
Trapped between a dragon, an idiot, and a pack of hungry wolves, LeBlanc sighed. "Alright ugly, you want me? Come get me!" The witch stretched her arms out to the sides, inviting an attack.
The dragon looked ready to drown her in flames, but paused. Perhaps the creature was smarter than it looked, LeBlanc thought to herself. She had hoped she could provoke it into engaging the wolves to use as a distraction, but it appeared it was too smart. If that meant it wouldn't fight to its full ability though, then maybe they stood a chance. LeBlanc backstepped deftly, narrowing avoiding its massive claws as the beast took a swipe at her face, a few strands of hair falling to the forest floor. Growling deeply, the monster advanced upon her, the witch assaulting it with more magic to stall its approach. Taking the opportunity, the swordsman launched himself at the dragon from behind, carefully avoiding its tail this time as he set himself to hacking away at its ankles.
Damned idiot, LeBlanc cursed. If the dragon turned in his direction, it was free to attack without risk of angering the wolf pack. "Yi! Run to the centre!" She shouted out, motioning for him to move closer. Trying to hold the dragon's attention, she had to resort to loosing considerably weaker shots of energy, her staff needing time to recharge before she could unleash another larger assault. The smaller, violet bursts were little more than bug bites to the beast though, its large scales shielding it like armour.
Uncertain if the swordsman even understood english, she was relieved when he moved away from the monster's rear, diving between its legs and hacking away at it as he moved closer to her. Too close. Way too close! LeBlanc shrieked as he was running right up next to her, putting them both in range of one swing of the dragon's gangly arms. "Whatever the fuck you do, don't stand next to me!"
The dragon growled and took a swipe at them both, carving bloody gouges in Yi's equipment. LeBlanc fared better... Kind of. Tumbling backwards in a clumsy attempt to avoid being sliced to ribbons, the dragon's claws caught on her flimsy spandex, shredding it. A bit of colour flushed her pale cheeks as she wrapped her cloak tight around herself to try and hide her exposed skin as the rest of her flimsy outfit fell away in tatters.
The dragon paused its attack, gazing at LeBlanc with what the witch swore was... Lust? The corners of it's muzzle curled upwards in a bestial sneer as she sought to hide her nudity. Before she could think too much about it, she was distracted by a pained grunt off to her side.
Master Yi was down on one knee and clutching at his bloody abdomen. His breathing was laboured and a trickle of blood spilled from his lips. LeBlanc almost felt pity for the pathetic man. Almost. He glanced her way, and she could see her alluring curves and buxom chest, barely concealed by her cape, reflecting in all seven of his lenses. Ignoring his grievous wounds, the swordsman gripped his blade by the hilt and began jerking it furiously, licking his lips as he drank in the sight of her nude form.
"Augh! You're disgusting!" LeBlanc screamed, covering her breasts with both arms.
Yi just kept frantically stroking his weapon and babbling. "□□□□□□ □□□□□ □□□□□□□ □□□□."
"Oh come on! That's not even language!" She screamed.
Hopping up, Master Yi continued to shake and bob his sword. The blood had already stopped gushing from his wounds, and he seemed completely fine, though now LeBlanc was wishing the damage had been fatal. Feeling rejuvenated, the deranged psycho charged at the dragon, running around it in circles while flailing his weapon. Its attention focused on admiring the sly beauty cowering before it, the draconian monster didn't notice until it felt the blade biting into its legs and drawing blood. It screeched and whirled around, trying to catch the speedy little gnat, but Yi was too quick, evading its claws to continue striking at it. Its short, bloody legs too hurt to support it, the dragon fell onto all fours, swatting at Yi with a wing. The swordsman sliced right through the membrane, leaving the beast to howl, then ran towards its lowered head, the corners of its maw already glowing with the fire it was prepared to spew in his direction.
LeBlanc waved her arms in a frenzy, trying to get his attention. "Yi, do not... Go away from the head Yi, go away!" Yi ran a few more steps and made an abrupt, sharp left turn, moving just in time to avoid the dragon's fiery breath. LeBlanc breathed a sigh of relief. Her relief quickly turned to confusion however, staring bewildered as he just kept on running, charging off into the distance, until he completely vanished off into the trees.
The dragon and LeBlanc both just watched him leave, turning to each other with the same amazed looks on their faces. But the witch's expression soon turned to one of fear as the dragon's took on a leacherous tone. The mage crawled backwards, trying to put as much distance between herself and the dragon as possible. Behind her, she could hear the growls and barks of angry wolves gathering, growing tense as the intruders grew closer to their den. The words for another Distortion spell resting on the sorceress's tongue, she was just waiting for the right moment...
"Ah-ha!" That echoing, screeching voice that LeBlanc hated so very much boomed from somewhere nearby.
The very earth beneath them seemed to rumble and shake with such ferocity that it kicked dust and small stones up into the air. The sorceress almost mistook it for an earthquake, but it was far from any natural occurence. Even the dragon had to fight to keep itself steady. As suddenly as the quake began, it stopped, and when it did, the ground ruptured and split open. Massive pillars of bone erupted from the fissures, each shaped into towering spikes honed as sharp as the tip of a spear. The spikes stabbed into the dragon and many of the wolves with so much force that it launched them skywards. Suspiciously enough, not a single one of the earthborn lances came anywhere close to striking LeBlanc. Returning to the earth, the spiked towers disappeared, the fissues sealing shut behind them. A series of thuds, growls, and whimpers followed as the various creatures thrown into the sky crashed back down to earth.
"WHO THE FUCK DID THAT?!" LeBlanc shrieked louder than she'd ever screamed in her entire life. Finally arriving late to the party, Cho'Gath stumbled into the wolf's den, looking downright proud of himself. "CHO'GATH, WHAT THE FUCK?!"
The demon looked aghast, holding its talons over its heart... Possibly? Who knew where his internal organs were. "I beg your pardon?"
The wolves who survived were recovering quickly from Cho'Gath's assault. Blue fur slicked with blood, they bared fangs and howled with fury, keeping their eyes trained on him. Being the only one unharmed by the attack, the animals were intelligent enough to identify her as the demon's ally, and they advanced on her as well. The witch found herself surrounded by the feral beasts near instantly. Their ears flattened against their skulls and heckles raised, spittle sprayed from their frothing mouths when they growled.
"Oh God, so many wolves..." She muttered, looking around for a way out. Seeing no recourse, she fled again, teleporting outside the ring of wolves and running as fast as her legs still had the energy to carry her. Sparing only a cursory glance back, she shouted over her shoulder while booking it. "You handle it!"
"Wot wot wot!?" Cho'Gath watched her flee with a befuddled look, the dragon charging at him before he could follow after her. Its claws dug into his sides, while massive horns battered at his skull. Fighting back with all the massive strength in his hellish frame, he hooked his bladed shoulder appendages into the draconian's wings and grabbed at its chest with his claws. "Up you go!" Hefting it into the air, Cho'Gath hurled the overgrown lizard off of him with a triumphant roar.
No sooner had he tossed the reptile aside though than the wolf pack was pouncing atop his back. Sharp canines dug into the back of his neck and claws tore at his tuxedo as they sought to bring him down with sheer numbers. With an otherworldly screech, Cho'Gath battered at the smaller creatures, picking them off with talons and shoulder blades. Hurling one into the air, he threw his head back, mouth gaping open to catch it in his jaws. His terrifying teeth, each nearly as long as the wolf was tall, tore it to shreds as its blood spilled down the demon's throat. "Om nom nom nom nom!"
Already incensed, the lupines did not take kindly to the voidspawned horror feasting on one of them, regrouping to attack again. A howl unlike any other suddenly silenced all the barks and growls of the pack as another wolf, three times as large and with fur a dark shade of brown stalked up from behind. Slowly encircling the intruder upon its territory, it growled fiercely, staring into Cho'Gath's fiercely glowing eyes without fear.
Taking the opportunity while Cho'Gath was distracted, the dragon slowly slinked away. Amidst the confusion of battle, it vanishing into the trees, winded and growing smaller as it made its escape.
Cho'Gath hardly noticed, preoccupied as he was holding back a furry attacker in each hand while the larger alpha wolf stared him down. "Well... This is just awkward." Hesitantly, the monstrous being dropped the two beasts to the ground in bloody heaps and took a bow, prostrating himself before the alpha. "We seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot. How about we start anew. Anyone care for a spot of tea?"
The demonic being grinned. His gigantic maw still gaping and dripping blood, it turned what was intended as an innocent smile into an offensive, horrifying visage. The alpha wolf's muzzle wrinkled as it growled and bared its fangs right back at him. As one, all the wolves that remained pounced atop of him, the alpha leaping at the now panicking Cho'Gath's face.
"Oohh no."
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"That was... Almost the best fuck I ever had." Tristana panted, the sunlight streaming through the treetops and reflecting off her sweating skin. She was still more than a little disappointed by how it had ended though. She was certain she'd just cum like a rocket, but it still felt like her load was pent-up and ready to go.
"Well then, how about we go for 'the best'?" Katarina's sudden change in tone caught the yordle by surprise. With a sly, sultry smile, and a wanton look in her eyes, the assassin crawled towards her while licking her lips. Her buoyant mounds hanging low enough that they were squished flatter against the ground, she slunk towards Tristana with an air of desire around her.
Tristana arched a brow and grinned. "Really? You sure changed your tune quickly. So the kinky redhead likes having her titties fucked, does she?" With a wry chuckle, the yordle gave her soft prick a slap, hefting it in one hand and flopping it about. "Sadly, I'll have to keep that in mind for next time. Looks like I'm done." Cocking an eyebrow, the little blue woman gave her pole a squeeze. It wasn't normally this big soft, was it?
Quickly moving to distract her, Katarina brushed the yordle's paws away and wrapped both hands around the oversized slab of meat. She glanced up into Tristana's face, drawing her gaze away from her cock and towards the killer's sultry, ruby red lips. She smacked them together for effect, the yordle gulping at the sight of those perfect, dick-sucking lips. Katarina may have preferred the life of the trained killer over the sleazy courtesan, but that didn't mean she hadn't still picked up a few tricks of the trade from her sister.
"What can I say? What girl can resist such a big, thick cock." Kat gave the swollen, purple cockhead a squeeze, her other hand lightly stroking the veiny length of the shaft. Keeping to her knees, her face practically laying in the yordle's lap, she kept her breasts pressed as flat to the ground as possible to hide their size discrepancy.
With a goofy smile, Tristana nodded, savouring the soft feel of the woman's hands. "Yeaaah, it is pretty big, isn't it? Still, I think I'm spent." With a sigh, she leaned back against her hands, watching the assassin work her flaccid pole.
"Mmn, let me be the judge of that." Licking her lips and giving Tristana a seductive grin, the redhead leaned forward, giving the tip of her cock a tender kiss. It took all her willpower not to wince from the bitter taste of cum mixed with Cassiopeia's poison, and she was wary of letting the taste linger for long. Still, she needed to get the little pipsqueak hard again. Angling the yordle's cock high, she slapped her tongue against the underside, trailing along the thick cumvein there, from the top to the bottom, as if trying to coax the poison clogging her urethra further down the length of it. All the way down, she could just taste more of their mixed juices. Sweat, venom, and cum, both hers and Tristana's and even a bit of Cassie's too, all lining the shaft in a slick, glistening cocktail of bodily fluids.
Tristana couldn't help but admire Kat's enthusiasm for cock. Was so much nicer having a willing whore than trying to force herself upon someone. Especially one with gargantuan breasts. Despite being utterly spent, the cannoneer could feel the blood pumping back into her shaft again under Katarina's persistent licking. The way she pursed her lips against the soft, fleshy rod and suckled on her loose skin, her dainty-appearing hands working her rod and slowly reawakening it. Tristana couldn't resist moaning at the assassin's behest.
Fighting back a scowl, Katarina kept up her oral assault on the yordle's member. As much as it disgusted her, she even deigned to let her lips trail lower, planting a kiss on each of Tristana's lightly furred nuts. That the yordle didn't bother to keep things neatly trimmed only added to her revulsion, but then, considering male yordles were all little furballs, she supposed that that kind of thing wasn't unusual amongst them. Even Tristana's testicles had become swollen, the assassin found, each one weighing heavily against the ground like softballs as she rolled them between her fingers and tried to fit one into her mouth, trying not to think about the way the wispy, white hairs tickled her tongue and tasted strongly of sweat. Just a bit more... She thought to herself, as she struggled to unhinge her jaw wide enough to fit one of the hefty orbs inside. Her other hand remained on the shaft, still stroking it as it hardened in her grip.
Head tilted back, relishing the pleasure the human was visiting upon her, Tristana didn't see the look of disdain in her sapphire eyes. Still, as much as she may have been glaring daggers, one wouldn't be able to tell from the way her tongue was going to work. It didn't stop rolling and teasing Tristana's scrotum until it was soaked in a copious layer of spit. Squeezing one large ball into her mouth, she slurped loudly on the fuzzy nut, tugging back lightly until it slipped free with a wet pop.
Its girth growing larger as it stood erect, Katarina needed both hands just to wrap around the fat pole. It was almost as thick around as the yordle's thigh, standing as tall as Shyvana's massive foot-long prick had. On the yordle's body, it looked comically misproportioned, even moreso than before. Still, the more it grew, the more the assassin fretted that Tristana might notice something out of place. For the time being she was blissfully ignorant, but Kat didn't want to risk it, not until she'd managed to drain herself of all this excess weight.
Lifting her head, the noxian killer pressed her sultry lips against the yordle's fat cockhead and opened wide. The sheer size of it felt like trying to swallow an apple, but as her hair draped down around her head, the crimson tresses shielded the rest of the staff from view like a set of curtains. The yordle's cock was hard as a rock, without much chance of it growing any bigger. Still, she figured it wouldn't hurt to edge her on a bit before taking the plunge.
As drool spilled from her stretched lips and she struggled just to get the fist-sized cockhead past her teeth, a pair of stubby blue hands wrapped around the back of her head. In a moment of panic and dread, Katarina realized she had neglected to take into account the yordle's desire to slake her own lust. A moment too late, as Tristana shoved her head down, forcing the blunt helmet of her pole straight to the back of Kat's throat.
The assassin began gagging instantly, flailing her arms and pounding on the yordle's knees. "Nnmff! Fmmff fif ouufff!" It had been a struggle to swallow Shyvana's cock earlier, and that had nearly killed her. Tristana's was just as long now, and even wider around. It just wouldn't fit, not without tearing something vital. Though that wasn't stopping Tristana from trying. Her battering ram of a dick pummeling the inside of her mouth, trying to cram the entirety of her shaft down the woman's neck, but all she could manage was an inch or two past the head.
It only took a few moments of vain struggle, teeth scratching at her knob, and Katarina sounding like she was about to retch for Tristana to abandon that idea with a disgruntled sigh. Grabbing a fistful of scarlet hair and yanking back, til she heard the sputtering woman cough and gasp for air. "Maaaan, you really suck at giving head. Is that really the most you can take?" Tristana was pouting, staring into Kat's watery eyes.
To her credit, the assassin kept her focus, even as she was struggling to draw breath. Closing a fist around the now saliva-smeared purple crown, she kept squeezing the throbbing meatstick, letting a few locks of hair hang over it and cling to the veiny sides. She was trying to keep pleasure flowing through it, and attention looking away from it.
"Sorry..." She wheezed, wiping a few tears away and trying to regain her composure. "Not a lot of experience." She lied, though it had been true before the day had begun. The human was quick to offer an alternative though. With a smirk that bordered on being downright evil, she crawled forward, until the weight of her heavenly bosom was pressed against Tristana's shaft. "But I still have other talents..."
The snowy-haired yordle arched a brow, and Katarina quickly moved to lay the halfpint back into the dirt, until she was barely propping herself up on her elbows. Giving her oversized shaft one more generous lick, she angled it straight up. The blue-skinned girl's eyes widened, for the first time really noticing how enormous her cock had grown, but Katarina didn't give her time to think on it for more than a second. Crawling overtop her thighs, the killer hefted up her still gigantic breast and pressed its engorged nipple against Tristana's cocktip. She bit her bottom lip, feeling a familiar tingle travel down her spine from the pressure of it rubbing against her easily stimulated breast flesh. Poisoned milk was already dribbling down her skin thanks to the enthusiastic yordle's earlier attention. Lining up her oozing tit with the midget's similarly inflated dick, she held that fat fuckstick steady and simply let her breast's mammoth weight do the rest. Her face twisted into a pained grimace as she felt her nipple stretching even more, certainly more than it was ever meant to. It wasn't nearly as easy of a fit as before, but Katarina was determined to get a repeat performance, slowly letting the yordle's turgid length stuff her newest fuckhole.
It was slow going, and accompanied by a wet squish every inch of the way. Some of Katarina's envenomed cream was rushing out in small rivulets and streaming down the shrimpy herm's dick. As the poison swam through her bloodstream, it was soon having a similar effect on Tristana, and the same oversensitivity afflicting Katarina was soon plaguing her as well. The yordle did not protest however. Her throbbing tool was surrounded by warmth and wetness on all sides, squeezed so snugly it was like putting on a glove. Her nerves were on fire, and it felt like she was being given a handjob from heaven itself, only a thousand times better. She tried to bite her lip and her tongue. Her fists were clenched so hard her nails were digging into her palms. She was doing everything in her power to resist... the urge... to...
Katarina, her hands on either side of her breast, squeezed down on her mammary hard, and inside, all of her squishy breast fat contracted around Tristana's cock, making her scream like a banshee. "Oh Goooooood!" Squealing like a child at Christmas time, Tristana's hips were moving of their own accord, bouncing up into the air and trying to hump Katarina's lewd fuckhole. "This is the best! Fucking! Pussy! Ever!" Crying out in ecstasy and curling her toes, the yordle went wild, pumping her lower body up and down, smacking Katarina's wobbly tit hard enough to make it jiggle.
Kat's own nerves were lit up like a fireworks display. Pleasant jolts coursing through her nervous system so hard, she felt like her whole body was experiencing one continuous orgasm. This could drive her insane. It would drive her insane, if she couldn't get this damned venom out of her body. She shuddered at the thought of being reduced to a sex-starved nymphomaniac. She wouldn't let it happen. As degrading as it was, letting a yordle of all things plunge its freakish dick into a place that was never meant to be penetrated, she needed this. Her eyes were glassy, her vision getting cloudy. Oh god yes, did she ever need this. Her cunt was sopping wet, how much more wonderful would it feel to stuff both holes at once? God, what was she even thinking? Kat cursed her own weakness.
Her fingers were gripping her hefty mammary tightly, flesh molding to her grip as she jiggled and bounced it in Tristana's lap. The yordle's cock was stirring up her insides, putting pressure against all the fat inside of it, squeezing out venom like wringing out a sponge. Some of the toxic fluid was spilling out of her hole each time that blue cock retreated a little, but even more of it was flooding the pintsized creature's urethra. As precum bubbled out, poison flowed in. Each time Tristana's excited cock throbbed, it would contract, dragging the snake's venom further down the tube, pumped straight to her overly large gonads. Her cock and balls were inflating larger by the moment, and as they grew, Katarina's chest deflated, which only served to make her insides even tighter around the massive blue phallus.
Tristana's small fists were pounding at the ground while she kept thrusting up into Kat's tight opening. The pressure was mounting. The seal Katarina's nipple was making around her member was getting tighter. Too tight. Way too tight! Where once it had been the greatest ecstasy Tristana had ever known, now it felt like somebody was fastening a cockring around her needy length. Thanks to the oversensitivity of the poison, it felt like her prick was being crushed in a vice.
For Katarina, it was even worse. As her breast was drained, the intense pleasure that the venom had given her was fading away, and being replaced only by pain. Not only that, but, though her breast was still unnaturally massive, as it drew closer to its natural size, she was more at risk of something horrible, like for the yordle's gigantic dick to destroy her rips or crush her lung or something. She needed to get Tristana to cum, and fast.
Gritting her teeth, the redhead reached her hands out to the base of Tristana's prick. With both hands stretched to their widest around it, she could just barely get her fingertips to meet. For the first time, she envied all the freaks she'd been meeting today. They'd probably have more experience with this than her. Using her grip to keep Tristana from thrusting all the way into her chest, she started beating off the yordle as fervently as she could, while still perched with her chest impaled on the fat tube of flesh.
Tristana groaned loudly, sweat rolling off her brow. She could feel her melon sized testicles rumbling, her sperm churning around inside. "Have to cum... Need to cum... Gotta cum! Have to need to gotta blow!" Throwing her head back, the yordle cried out with pent-up need.
Even as Katarina's breast was shrinking smaller, her nipple stretched wider, the pulsating organ stuffing her mammary gland forcing it open just loose enough for Tristana to get her much needed release. Violet-tinged, off-white spunk shot up through her meaty pillar, shooting so much into the human's bosom that it briefly stopped shrinking and started to swell up again. As fast as her balls emptied themselves, the torrent of venom that followed quickly filled them back up again. It flooded straight down the yordle's bulging cum-slit, the whole shaft so swollen that the hole was unable to close enough to prevent it.
The moment she felt that horrible, awkward feeling of liquid filling her breast, Kat tightened her grip on Tristana's shaft. Squeezing as if it might start spurting it's poisonous payload back into her if she didn't stop it, she pulled back and away, screaming to vent all the day's frustrations as she pulled the yordle's cock free of her chest.
Both women collapsed, spent and panting. Tristana onto her back and Katarina onto her side. Purple cream was oozing in large globs from the tip of the yordle's prick, while milky cum was spurting from the human's chest. Katarina felt slimy, violated, but easily a hundred pounds lighter. Propping herself up on an elbow, she felt herself up, testing her soft, pliant mounds. Her nipples still felt a little swollen, and it felt like there was something sloshing around inside, but they were back to roughly their regular size again. She wanted to leap into the air and cheer she was so relieved.
Up on her feet again in no time, she looked down at the short girl. Tristana did not fare nearly as well as her. Her member had gone soft once more, and yet it was steadily growing even larger than ever. Even flaccid, it was nearly the same length and width as the yordle's torso. Her large eyes staring in shock at her mammoth prick, Tristana tried to stand, but couldn't even lift herself off her ass with the weight of two bowling balls resting on the ground between her thighs.
“What... The fuck did you do to me?” She squealed, hooking one hand under her huge, floppy dick and the other beneath a massive testicle, trying to heft them off the ground.
“Aww, what's wrong? I figured you'd be accustomed to carrying around a heavy sack full of balls all the time.” Katarina let herself grin. It was a truly, genuine smile, for the first time in what felt like ages. A sneer that looked downright sociopathic to the freaked out yordle. Oh, if only her daggers hadn't been lost, the assassin lamented. She'd slit Tristana's throat while she sat there immobilized. Just a quick slice across the jugular. Alas, there was no time to bludgeon the little fucker to death. Not when her teammates were likely on the way, and she was still buck naked and defenseless.
Turning her back upon her former rapist, Katarina quickly tried to get her bearings. Which side of the river had Tristana dragged her to? In all the commotion, she lost track of which way the base was. What time was it even? A rustle in the bushes nearby startled the noxian and made her panic. No time to figure out which way was north-east, she had to just book it before she was caught and figure out her directions later.
“Hey, wait! Where are you going!? You can't just leave me like this!” Tristana shrieked as Katarina took off. She barely even gave another glance in her direction as she sprinted off into the forest, leaving the diminutive creature behind to deal with newly acquired weight.
With a bitter scowl, Katarina pushed Tristana out of her mind and slipped through the trees. She had to get away as fast as possible, but she couldn't risk getting spotted by any more sight wards either. Reluctantly, she opted to take a winding, longer route through the woods, avoiding the tall grass and brush she spotted along the way. Most sight wards were invisible, undetectable to the naked eye thanks to their magical enchantments, and it was in the bushes where they were most frequently hidden. It was only through dumb luck that she'd stumbled upon the last one. If she were to hide in the brush, she might give away her position to one and not even know it.
It was a pity then, as Katarina stalked her way around the bushes, she missed seeing the spy hiding amongst them that was perfectly visible. A mechanical, silver sphere, hovering silently between the leaves. Two bands of gold lined the ball, one horizontally, the other vertically. The vertical band, bisected in two by the horizontal one, rotated around the orb's surface in opposite directions. The top half spun clockwise, while the bottom half moved in the counter direction. And set into the top half of the spinning gold trim was a single blue lens, slowly circling and watching on all sides.
As Katarina ran past the brush it was hiding in, the gold bands ceased spinning, quickly moving to line up properly with one another. The lens twisted, it's glassy view zooming in on the fleeing redhead, while it extended from the ball atop a thin golden rod. With unerring focus, it watched the assassin flee, transmitting the imagery to its silent, still owner.
On the receiving end of the footage, there was the whirring sound of gizmos and the clicking of gears grinding together as the ball's companion sprung into action. Its teammates watched in confusion, a chill running down their spine from the unnatural noises it made with every movement as it stalked off into the forest in the direction of its companion. From its inhuman throat came an eerily mechanical, voice. Monotonous, yet feminine.
“I hear soft things.”
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Panting and out of breath, LeBlanc could run no further. In desperate need of a moment to catch her second wind, the sorceress came to a stop, leaning back against the nearest tree for support. Surely, she had eluded her pursuer by now. Between Cho'Gath and the wolves, and the judicious use of her Distortion spell, surely she had managed to outwit the dragon. Certainly, she hadn't heard its deafening roar in a while now, nor felt the ground quake beneath its generous size.
Brushing a few strands of indigo hair from her face, she exhaled a deep breath and turned her head casually to look back in the direction she'd just come. Just as she suspected, no dragon in sight. Though the telltale flames of its rampage were omnipresent. Small little flickers of fire here and there, they burned the grass to cinders and licked at the bases of the trees briefly before being extinguished by the wind. Off in the distance, some poor soul looked to be completely engulfed in them. LeBlanc grinned, praying that it was Master Yi suffering for his idiocy.
As she continued to watch the figure in the distance be consumed by flames, she couldn't help but notice that it was coming closer to her. And fast too. Very fast. Within moments it was close enough for her to make out the details, and the smile faded from her face instantly. A woman with ashen skin, covered in gold and scarlet plate mail reminiscent of a dragon, right down to a draconic tail trailing from the back of her horned helm, and the clawed gauntlets that resembled the ferocious beast's jaws. She wasn't on fire, she was leaving it behind in her wake, her body radiating powerful flames.
The same woman that LeBlanc had gone hunting for was now hunting her, the most depraved, lecherous grin on her face that the witch had ever seen. The mage gulped loudly.
Worst. Fucking. Day. Ever. |
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Tyler had been smashing his face against this pre-calc problem for over an hour. Quite literally, for he was face down in his text book emitting a groan somewhere between the mating call of the humpback whale and the tortured moan of the damned. At this point he would have accepted a text from anyone just to give him a diversion from the headache inducing mishmash of letters and numbers he was trying to make sense of. He was even more pleased to see that the message was from his best friend Jake.
Jake and Tyler had been friends for as long as either of them could remember. They had grown up on the same block of the same town, and had been placed together in the same day care before they were even old enough to walk. It was apparent to everyone that these two would grow to be inseparable. They had already begun to be able to communicate with each other before even being able to speak; much in the way that twins are able to.
Tyler read the few texts he had received.
“Get your gear. We are going campin”
“Now”
Admittedly, this was sudden, but Tyler did love camping, and it gave him an excuse to shirk his homework for at least one more night. It was Friday after all. He had all weekend to get it finished. He quickly ran over to his closet and grabbed his sleeping bag as well as some basic necessities, such as socks. He learned early on that you can never have too many socks on a camping trip. Whether it’s because your last pair got soaked from slogging through wet terrain or just needing to double up because of the cold, you always want extra socks.
In the span of five minutes he had already gotten his pack ready to go. At that moment Jake came charging into his room. He didn’t bother to knock, but its ok. He never did. By this point in their lives it was just sort of assumed there was no concept of privacy between the two of them.
“C’mon. C’mon. Let’s get moving!” Jake urged Tyler on.
“Slow your roll, bro. We’ve got all night.” Tyler responded while rolling his eyes. “What’s the rush, anyway?”
“There’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight. I bet it’d look awesome from outside of town. You really can’t see anything with all the lights out here.”
“Shoulda known it was some nerd shit.” Tyler replied with a mischievous smirk.
“I might be a nerd, but at least I’m not a little twerp!” Jake responded, while russling Tyler’s short blonde hair.
Jake was quite a bit taller than Tyler, and loved to tease him about it. Tyler was fairly average, but a little on the short side at 5’5”. Jake was well above average at 6’3”. Tyler was better built, though. He was athletic, and had the muscles to prove it. He was part of just about every sports team in school; sans basketball. Tyler was also a bit of a class clown. He was quick to make a joke or sarcastic remark, and he typically had this look on his face like he was up to no good.
Tyler on the other hand was very slim. He had little muscle definition to speak of. Nor did he have any fat on his body. His brown hair was fairly shaggy and always looked like it could benefit from someone running a brush through it. He was typically the much calmer of the two. He was often lost in thought, and liked to keep to himself. About the only person he talked to on a regular basis was Tyler. Jake was also top of his class in just about every subject; a fact that Tyler was happy to exploit.
Within a matter of minutes they had loaded up Jake’s jeep and were on the road. Tyler just let his mom know where he was headed and was off before she could even respond. Not that she would have said anything anyway. These whirlwind trips were pretty common by now. Tyler and Jake drove for a good half hour until they reached the little hill they liked to camp out at. It was actually on a bit of property owned by one of Jake’s uncles, but there was no one around for miles to really care or bother them about being there.
Once they got there, they quickly rolled out their sleeping bags and laid back to enjoy they night. They never did bother setting up a tent. If it turns out they needed some shelter they just crashed in the jeep.
They laid back and watched the stars. They talked for hours until suddenly Jake quickly cut Tyler off and said “Look! It’s starting! Make a wish!” Tyler was about to laugh at how childish Jake was being and was ready to tease him about it, but he turned to look at is friend and saw the determined look on Jake’s face. Tyler had seen this face enough to know it was no use talking to him. He was deeply focused on whatever it was he was thinking about. His pale blue eyes were intently focused on the flashes of light streaking across the sky.
Tyler chuckled to himself a little, and figured “Why not? It’s not like it’ll hurt to try, and who knows. With this many shootings stars maybe one will actually work?” But what to wish for? He thought for a minute as he stared into the shower. The choice seemed easy enough for him. He would wish for what any guy would wish for. He drifted off to sleep thinking about how nice it would be if his equipment was bigger.
Tyler was suddenly standing in an empty room. He assumed it was a room, even though he could see no walls or ceiling. Just white open space as far as the eye could see. “Ah, yes. Good. Hello. There you are. I would like to discuss with you.” Tyler could make out a distinct voice, but there was no one there.
“Ah, right. You can’t see me.” With that a man stepped into view. He appeared right in front of Tyler as if he had stepped out from behind a curtain that had been there all along, but wasn’t. He was a few inches taller than Tyler and was wearing a solid white suit complete with a white top hat. Even his skin was pale white. The only color he seemed to have was a little bit of peachy coloration in his lips and bright yellow hair with equally yellow irises. “I am not usually in the business of granting wishes and all, but I was passing through and I heard your requests. I figured, it could be fun, so what the hell.”
Tyler was obviously very confused by this point, but he decided he would play along. “Sure… but who are you? What are you?”
“Oh, right. I suppose introductions are in order. Well, you see. I am just a traveler. I was enjoying watching the wave of meteorites ignite as they collided with your planet’s atmosphere. I am sure it looks wonderful from down here, but I must tell you, it is magnificent from up top.” At this he passed for a moment and tilted his head as if he was thinking of something. “As for my name… Well, it can be a little hard for your kind to pronounce, but my name is” Then he made a sound that was very much like that of a wind chime being shaken by a heavy breeze. It was a beautiful sound, but there was no way Tyler could ever hope to duplicate it.
“Anyways, I was enjoying the show and I picked up a rather strong telepathic communication from your friend there. It was very loud and clear, especially for a human. Your species does not usually exhibit such levels. He must have been very focused on it. It is funny really. Your kind has such potential for psychic output, but you are among the few species that cannot even pick up their own signals. Well, it matters not. I was so intrigued that I came in for a closer look, and hat’s when I heard your signal too. I figured, since I am already here, and it is well within my capacity, why not make with a little mojo. Ah. It’s just like a fairy tale! This is fun!”
By this point Tyler was absolutely sure he was having one hell of a cracked out dream. He decided to throw caution to the wind and enjoy it. He extended his hand for a handshake and said “Well then, Geno. Welcome to Earth.” “Geno” extended his hand as well and regarded Tyler with a bemused expression.
He grinned as he raised an eyebrow and said “Geno? That must be some sort of title your people have for one such as me. It is a fine name, though, and it will facilitate conversation. Well then, let’s discuss your wish. All you said is that you want it bigger? We could do with more specifics, though. Do you have a size in mind? Do not worry it is an easy request to fulfill, and well within my capacity.”
Tyler still didn’t think there was anything that would actually come from this crazy dream and so he just responded “Oh, I don’t think I could decide on a size. Especially since once I do I am locked in for life, right? It’s not like we’ll ever meet again. It could always be bigger, right? That’s what bigger means.” Tyler was trying to play it cool, but even though he knew this was just a crazy dream, he still was not fully comfortable discussing wangular dynamics with some guy e had just met.
“Your logic is questionable, but acceptable. I most likely will not find my way back in these parts any time soon, and it is best to be sure it is done right, don’t you agree? So how is this, I will grant you the ability to make it grow. As big as you want.” Geno had a bit of a joking tone every time he said “it.” He noticed the way Tyler was hesititent to regard certain aspects of his physiology by name, and was greatly amused by it.
Geno then reached into his front coat pocket and pulled out a small ball which appeared to be a swirling globe of glowing, golden sand. “Here we are. This is my gift to you.” He then logged it softly towards Tyler. The orb hit him squarely in the Netherlands and exploded into a poof of golden smoke. The smoke then began to permeate the front of Tyler’s jeans. Before long all of the smoke had soaked clear through to his skin and the glowing faded. He could feel his loins begin to tingle. A soothing warmth rushed through his package as the magic took hold.
“With that, I really must be going. Enjoy your gift, and try to use it well, ok?” With the he took off his hat and bowed low. He placed the top hat back on his, but instead of stopping there it continued to lower, sucking the man’s body into it as it dropped. Soon the hat touched the ground. It sat there for a brief moment, and then was whisked away by a stray breeze. The next thing Tyler knew he was waking up back at the hill he and Jake were camping at.
The rest of the weekend progressed fairly uneventfully. After Jake and Tyler woke up on Saturday morning they packed up their stuff and headed back to Tyler’s house to spend the day. Once there they just sort of hung out for the duration of day. They played some video games, watched TV, and at some point during the day Tyler had managed to convince Jake to help him with his homework; Jake’s help more or less consisted of him giving Tyler all the answers while chewing him out about needing to know this stuff for the test. Jake spent the night over at Tyler’s place and Sunday went by much the same way.
Despite the normalcy of the whole weekend, Tyler could not shake the memory of the weird dream he had had on Friday night. Nor could he take his mind of the warm tingling that was coursing through his loins. By the time Jake finally returned home on Sunday night Tyler was more than a little ready for some time alone.
He undressed and hopped into the shower. He took a long, hot, shower, while trying to think through just what had happened on Friday. The more he thought about it, the less it seemed like a dream. He could still remember everything so clearly; the white expanse, the strange man, his yellow eyes, especially his yellow eyes, and the supposed wish that had been granted. Tyler got out of the shower and dried himself off. After managing to de-fog the mirror enough to be useable, he stood there, naked, as he looked over his body.
By all accounts he was a good looking guy. He was well toned, nicely tanned, had small nose that gave him a cute boyish look to him. There was just one area where he seemed to be lacking. His eyes drifted lower as he took stock of his lackluster cock, and marginal balls. At his hardest he managed to reach about four and a half inches. Some part of his mind knew that this was considered on the lower end of average, but he always measured himself against the boasts of his classmates. Listening to all the other guys casually talk about their large dicks had made him jealous and insecure. In that moment all he wanted was to be like them. He needed just those few inches to be like all those other guys.
At that moment, he felt it. He felt a warmth spread throughout his groin. The tingling he had been feeling the whole weekend also increased to the point where it felt like the entirety of his genitalia was bristling with energy. It felt amazing. He wanted to close his eyes and just lean back and enjoy it, but he knew he needed to see what was happening. He opened his eyes and stared at himself in the mirror. His jaw dropped as he witnessed what happened.
His dick began to lengthen a little bit and also get a bit wider. His balls began to swell up as well. They began to sag lower under their newfound weight. His cock, which previously just sort of jutted out in a downward angle, began to curve downward as its length and weight increased.
Tyler could not believe his eyes. He could not remember a time in his life where he had been so happy. He watched as his dangly bits were much more dangly and a lot less bitty. He swayed his hips from side to side and watched as the momentum carried through his cock and balls. His junk rhythmically slapped against each thigh with an audible smack. He was positively giddy as he began to gyrate his hips in a more circular pattern. Again, his bait and tackle followed suit. It was in that very moment that he could honestly claim to have successfully executed is very first helicopter.
By this point Tyler was getting very hard, and he was giggling like a little kid who was let to run amok in fast food chain ball pit. He wanted very much to just pound one out right there in front of the mirror. To give his upgraded equipment a test run, but he knew he just had to know how big he really was. He ran into his room and dug around through his desk to find any sort of measuring utensil. At first he found a protractor, but a quick comparison proved that it would not be enough. Six inches was not big enough. He could not contain his glee. He began to dig with more enthusiasm and eventually find an old beat up wooden ruler. He leaned back with his back against the wall and placed the two sticks side by side. Just a little over seven inches.
Tyler could not believe what he was seeing. In the span of a under a minute he had gained almost three full inches. This was amazing. He could totally live with this, but a little voice in the back of his mind was telling him that there was plenty more where that came from… |
bd4cbc3337ef0219a64b9eb9f08eb3952bba0e688106550acdcf48257d8c428c | 61,039 | 1 | Chapter 1 - The Lady of Luminosity |
Author's Note: The opening scene to this story is a bit on the gory side, but there's no gore in the 'proper' sex scene if you need to skip ahead.
Tags: [Futa/F] [Rape] [Excessive Cum] [Light Cum Inflation] [Violence] [Impregnation] [Long] [Blood] [Degradation] [Guro] [Pain]
"Ahn~ Yaah~ Yahn~ Yeaahn~!"
A svelte blonde let out a shrill moan, her voice growing louder and more nasally as she writhed in a fit of ecstasy. Sweeping her left arm up her chest, she grasped at a breast, cupping herself and squeezing while her other hand ran up her cheek and through her hair, rustling through those golden locks and turning them into a messy tangle. Her face was the very image of euphoria, eyes softly shut, plush lips parted as she cried out with every thrust.
Ser Chareau could not believe his good fortune. Just earlier that day, he'd finally been granted the honour of knighthood, and already he was being treated to its perks. This luscious waif had spent the entire ceremony sending him doe eyes and flirty gestures; and no sooner had it ended and he'd been freed from the staid proceedings than she was practically throwing herself at him.
She was the very epitomy of demacian beauty, a picturesque woman of grace and elegance. With high, pronounced cheekbones, she had a look of stern authority to her, and yet her skin was as pale and delicate looking as porcelain and her long hair flowed like a field of golden wheat rustling in the breeze. She had hips that belonged to the most sensual and dedicated of mothers, but with toned abs like one who could pick up a sword and fight to defend their countrymen at a moment's notice; and that chest, that luscious, bountiful bosom that could feed an entire army.
To think, this gorgeous, flawless woman was straddling his lap and bouncing on his dick.
Chareau was completely head over heels in love. This woman could have any knight, any noble that she wanted. She could easily have married into the Crownguard family with a pedigree like she had, maybe even royalty itself, and yet here she was with him, a lowly peasant, newly-inducted into knighthood, barely more than a squire. Were all knights treated to such heavenly ladies? Or was this truly special? Something just for him? A chance meeting with divinity itself?
"Oh yes, right there, mnn~! Yeaahn~!"
Leaning back, the woman braced herself with her palms on the bed, her perfect child-bearing hips rising and falling in rapid succession. Every time she bounced, it made those heavenly melons jostle atop her chest, rolling up and down. So enticing, Chareau couldn't keep himself from reaching out to grab hold of them, his calloused fingers sinking deep into those pillowy mounds, so soft and full, like they were already ripe with milk. Yet still, somehow those pliant, jiggling breasts paled in comparison to her pussy. It was so warm and wet, the walls like the softest velvet. More than that, the flesh inside moved almost... unnaturally. Like a million slick, tiny digits moving independently inside of her, stroking and massaging every inch of his shaft as it moved within. It was unlike any other woman he'd ever been inside of. Weird, but pleasant. More than that, they'd barely begun and already he felt like he was about to burst.
"Come on baby, fill me up~ You know you want to, and I want it so baahhd~ Make me a mommy~"
The woman's desperate plea only drove Chareau to buck his hips in time with her thrusts, crashing into her even harder. He didn't have the broad musculature of a hero like Garen, or the unsurpassed skill of arms as the crown prince's retainer. He was hardly the fittest knight, kind of scrawny even, he barely made the cut for knighthood. He wasn't especially attractive, with a face that looked like it had seen a the losing end of a few too many tavern brawls, prematurely balding. Yet still, this unbelievable beauty had chosen him. He was utterly enthralled. Maybe he could really give it to her, what she wanted. If he planted a baby in her, well, they'd be stuck together or else this ravishing beauty would be forever shamed by a child out of wedlock. She was probably even nobility. It'd be tragic, truly. He'd never let that happen though, he'd take care of her, especially if he got to have sex like this as much as he wanted. He was at the absolute peak of happiness, of bliss.
And he couldn't even remember her name. What was it? Eva-something? Evaine? Evangeline? Evalyn? No matter, he'd have the rest of his life to learn it and whisper it in the throes of ecstasy.
"Hnrkk!" Chareau grimaced suddenly. On the verge of orgasm, their hips collided with such force that it hurt, that brief sting staving off his peak a second longer. Her pussy tightened around his shaft, gripping it like a vice.
"What's wrong baby? Don't tell me you're done already~" The woman's voice, nasally and shrill mere seconds ago, suddenly dropped a few octaves, becoming more husky, almost raspy. He gazed into her eyes, those brilliant golden pools, and saw something akin to hunger in them. No, not just hunger... it was more ravenous than that. The look of desperation that accompanied absolute starvation.
"No, I- Hngh!" Chareau rolled his hips, only for his woman to drive her own down atop them with twice the force. Those countless little bumps that were stroking and massaging his shaft were pressing even harder against it, going rigid. Her insides suddenly felt less soft and inviting and instead more... hard, unyielding.
"What a pity, I thought you'd last longer." With a sigh, the woman pushed herself forward, letting her heavy, swaying breasts bounce in front of his face, while her own loomed over him, a manic, toothy grin spilling drool onto his brow. Her hips were crashing into his with enough force to bruise his pelvis, her full, round ass smacking meatily against his thighs.
smak Pap PLAP SHLAPP
"Madam, you're-you're getting a bit rough." Chareau winced, trying to force a smile through the increasing harshness of her movements. Her pussy was drooling just as hungrily as her mouth, slick, translucent nectar spilling down over his cock and balls, making their loins wet as their skin slapped together.
Shlikk Slrrch Schllp Shlukk
"Mnn, but I thought a big, brave man would like it rough~" The wet sounds of the woman's pussy suckling on his shaft were getting louder. Something inside of her shifted, and it was like there was a tongue writhing around his veiny meat, swirling around the head, curling as it traced every vein, stroking over his pole and bathing it in her liquid warmth.
Schlopp Shlikk Plap Shlakk
"Ah~! Mi-milady, I'm trying, b-but I'm gonna- I'm gonna-!" Whatever strange mastery this woman held over her cunt muscles was beyond him. It was like a mouth and pussy both, the velvety walls and snug grip of a women's folds but with the skilled tongue of a lifelong courtesan. How she was making her muscles do that, he couldn't understand, but it drove him over the edge. He could only assume that the strange... rigidity forming in some of those bumps was a side-result of some way she was flexing. Even as the most sensitive parts of his shaft were being treated to a wet massage, other parts of her insides were stiffening further. Not just hardening, it was starting to feel... sharp. It wasn't enough to stop his orgasm though. He screwed his eyes shut and let out a strained grunt, his balls pulling taut as his seed spilled forth.
Shmakk Shlukk Plap Plap Sllrch SKWILCH
There was a sickening squelch, like someone squeezing a piece of overripe fruit between their fingers until it burst. Suddenly Chareau's lower body felt strangely... numb. He cracked one eye open, his gaze drawn southwards, only to see there was... an awful lot of red drenching his loins. He gasped, both eyes flying open in a panic, and catching sight of the beauty's face. Shadows had fallen over it, darkening her pale features, all save for her golden, glowing eyes. All three of them. An extra eye, vertically slanted had opened up right in the center of her forehead. Then another pair opened up to either side of it. Then another, and another.
All of them, giving him that same starving look.
"Oh baby, you have no idea how badly I've needed this." She spoke in a raspy, hissing voice. Her lips curled into a grin, one that went far, far too wide. She opened her maw and her cheeks split open, the skin connecting the top and bottom halves of her face stretching and thinning like frayed stitching, revealing row upon row of gnashing teeth, all of different size and shape, all sharpened to a razor's edge. They moved inside her maw, shifting back and forth like a stuttering saw-blade, curling before his eyes, hooking towards an empty void in the back of her throat. Atop her head, two nubs sprouted from her scalp, growing longer and sharper as they lengthened into horns.
Chareau stared in abject horror, sweat running down his brow in sheer dread. The monstrosity lifted itself with it's knees and slammed its hips back down on him again, and he screamed, a banshee's wail of mindbending agony. She did it again, even harder this time, and she sat upright as she did so he could see. Could see the way her pussy clamped around the blood-spattered remains of his cock like a bear trap. Three more eyes opened up along her belly, each one positioned unevenly across her stomach. They blinked, out of sync with one another, then narrowed as if in a grin, a grin formed by her toothy pussy sinking its razor-bladed fangs deeper into his shaft until it burst like a balloon in a shower of blood. One last time, her hips rose up, stretching flaps of shredded skin and pulling on blood vessels, crimson gore spraying from her demonic folds like a woman squirting from her orgasm. Then she slammed back down one more time.
KRAK
There was a crack like splintering wood, or bone, and Chareau howled as his pelvis shattered from the force of her hips. The monster started to grind, gyrating her hips and mashing them into his crotch, grinding the muscle and bone beneath into pulp and gravel with the sound of gnashing teeth.
Face growing paler than his lover's had ever been, Chareau twisted and flailed his arms in a blind panic, only for the demon to lean forward again and slam her palms into his shoulders, pinning them to the bed. Digging her fingers into them, her elegantly manicured nails extended, growing into his shoulders with another sickening crunch as they stabbed straight through the bone and into the mattress beneath him.
"Come on baby, scream for me, give me something to remember you by~" She cooed, and spoke in a thousand voices at once, each one screaming into the man's ears until blood trickled out of them. Tears streaming down his cheeks, he shrieked like a baby. Already his extremities felt cold from the blood draining out of his body. His vision was going hazy, starting to see double as her head split in two before his very eyes, only for a long sinewy tongue to roll out of both maws, one splatting against his left cheek and curling under his jaw, while the other slapped the other side of his face and dragged upwards, licking the tears and sweat from his cheek before the slimy muscle brushed through his hair like a lover's gentle carress.
"Yeaaahnn~ That's the good stuff~" She moaned, still grinding incessantly into his crotch, splattering more blood and gore everywhere. Hair billowing in a non-existant wind, two golden locks that draped down her back fluttered and rose up. Her hair twisted and writhed around itself, forming into a pair of lengthy pig-tails. Both of them twisting and knotting up, strands of hair spiralling around each other, the tips all coming together at the end and stiffening into a pair of golden spear tips. Those writhing tendrils of gold rustled and lifted higher, lifting up to loom over the man as he lay dying beneath his love. His last sight her countless golden eyes rolling up into the back of her skull in ecstasy before those spears plunged into him.
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KROANCH
Evelynn's teeth bit into the rigid, dense muscle of her prey's heart while clutching the severed organ in her hand like an apple. Blood spilled down her chin like juice, dripping onto her uncovered breasts, now shrunken to a more manageable, but still hand-filling, size. The crimson gore ran over her tongue and spilled down her throat, as life-sustaining as water.
And just as tasteless.
With a sigh, the demon turned her head and spat out a tough chunk of sinew while looking down at the crowd gathered around her latest handiwork. She was perched atop the eavestrough of the newly-knighted, newly-deceased's neighbour, letting one leg dangled over the edge while she casually munched on his heart. The rest of his remains she left behind, and now a horrified crowd had gathered like vultures to gawp at the spectacle. It wasn't every day someone slaughtered a knight of the demacian military and rent his body into pulp.
Evelynn usually preyed on less attention-grabbing meals afterall.
While a procession of somber faced knights and their mage-seeker investigators tried to calm the crowd and search for clues as to what happened in equal measure, Evelynn simply tossed the remnants of Chareau's heart into the rain gutter and stood up straight to stretch. For now, she had reverted to her 'default' appearance. The form she took the day she successfully seduced her first ever victim.
Back then, she hadn't yet understood what made humans tick, what grabbed them and stoked their fires. Her first few clumsy attempts to imitate something they might desire had only resulted in increasingly monstrous, warped mockeries of humanity. When she finally succeeded, she'd taken on a human shape she felt would be desirable; slender, with shapely hips and a plump, inviting ass; with a bust that was sizeable yet modest, enough to fill a hand but not overwhelm. Her face was softly rounded, with plush lips that begged to be kissed, or to be used as a pair of cockpillows, and eyes that burned with a passionate intensity. Still, despite her efforts to perfectly imitate humanity, the particulars were off. Shadows danced across her skin, constantly shifting and crawling over her regardless of the lighting. The skin itself was an unnaturally pale, slightly blue-ish hue. A shock of white hair curled around her scalp and spiked upwards, like the flickering flame of a candle, with pink accents that glowed with the illumination of one. Her fingers and nails didn't have proper separation, and were just a bit too long, a bit too sharp. Her eyes glowed with a hunger she never did get the hang of hiding. And of course there were the two shadowy tendrils, her lashers, that sprouted from her spine just below the base of her neck and moved with the grace and dexterity of an extra set of arms and ended in razor blades.
Frankly, even this first success was an embarassingly amateurish attempt at mimicking humanity, and she was fortunate the only reason it had worked was because her target happened to have a fetish specifically for the inhuman. Still, she couldn't deny the sense of nostalgic appeal the form had, and so it was the one she took whenever she wasn't on the hunt, when she wasn't taking on a specific appearance tailor-suited to her prey's desires.
Sadly, her most recent prey was hardly worth the effort. She had hoped that the pain of a proud demacian knight would be more delicious, that the agony of someone who had the strength to fight back may have had a sweeter tang to it. Alas, his suffering was no greater than that of any of the other peasants she'd feasted on in recent days. Once, there was a time when that might have been enough for her, but she'd grown weary of the same meal day after day. Her palate was evolving, and the same taste no longer satisfied as once it might have. She needed something new, something different.
Having lingered long enough around her last meal, Evelynn let her demonic horns grow free and the shadows wash over her completely, and as they did she completely vanished from view. Even if someone thought to look upon the roof now, they wouldn't see anything. Becoming one with the shadows, only one the magical gift of true sight could spot her. Someone like the mage-seekers investigating the slaughter. While she could kill them if she needed to, she'd learned long ago it was better simply to avoid them. And so she slinked off across the rooftops, creeping silently across shingles and hopping from home to home.
She had no particular destination in mind as she made her way through the city-state of Demacia. Leaping across gaps between roofs with ease, occasionally leaping onto a wall and sinking her claws into it, using her sharpened talons and lashers both like pinions to scale even the starkest and smoothest of stones. The little cracks and grooves her bladed nails left behind were the only evidence of her passing, and so high up, they were like to go unnoticed.
She was still hungry. Even though she'd only just ate, she was still hungry. She was always hungry. It was their pain that sustained her, the agony of all those delicious little morsels she preyed upon, but it was always gone too soon. Too soon. Without their pain to feed on, her world felt as though it was a bleak, monotone void, bereft of colour, of emotion, of sensation, so dull that she might slip into a coma at any moment. But when they screamed in pain, when they writhed in unendurable agony, then the world felt bright and colourful, it became awash in life and sensation, and pleasure. Pleasure the likes of which Evelynn could no longer stand to live without.
Alas, there was simply never enough. Never enough pain. It had been easy at the start, to simply butcher men like cattle and drink in their suffering. But before long these simple pains, these simple pleasures, weren't enough for her anymore. They were akin to a greasy meal from a sleazy tavern. Low-quality ingredients poorly prepared. With time she had come to understand the value of more... gourmet meals. She'd learned that a man's pain was more fulfilling, more delicious, when it was properly seasoned, with higher quality ingredients and more time to cook. The greater the distance a man fell to reach the greatest depths of anguish, the more delectable his suffering was. And so it wasn't enough to just murder some random passerby, or to easily pick off some poor homeless sod or a dead eyed prostitute, no. She needed victims who had joy in their lives, who knew happiness. From there, it was a matter of raising them up even higher, uplifting them to the very peak of ecstasy, only to let them plunge from the highest plateau of bliss down into the deepest pit of mind-rending agony. That was the pain that Evelynn wanted to feed on.
Or rather, it was the type she wanted to feed on.
Of late, no matter how joyous a meal Evelynn found, no matter how gruesome she made their end, it just wasn't enough to satisfy anymore. Like an addict who'd grown too adjusted to their drug of choice, the highs just weren't as high as they used to be. It didn't help that all her victims simply died too soon. Humans were such frail creatures, and their lives blinked out of existence no sooner than she started to enjoy herself. She needed something stronger. Her hope had been that maybe the solution was to simply find someone stronger, and so of late she'd begun picking off knights and mage-seekers, but it made no difference. That wasn't the answer. She needed something else...
With a sigh, Evelynn's aimless parkour came to a sluggish stop. Spinning around, she pressed her back up against the nearest wall and slid down the face of it until she was seated. Surely there had to be someone, something that could satisfy her...
For the first time all night, the demon paused to take in her surroundings and see where she'd found herself. Like so much of Demacia, she stood upon the roof of a building that was so flawless in its brickwork that it looked like it had been carved out with the precision of a laser cutter. Unlike many of the simpler and more mundane houses throughout the city though, this one was rather ornate, and large. Gargoyles made of petricite loomed over the ramparts, the bust of a demacian knight was ingrained into the stonework overlooking the large set of double doors that served as the main entryway, and just the stairs and walkway leading up to the entrance were flanked by more statues of heroic knights with weapons raised in dignified salute. The place was also enormous. A mansion that looked like it was second only to the royal family's own palace. It was large enough for them to have their own private courtyard, flanked on all sides by high walls that kept out any who'd so much as try and take a peek within the private gardens.
Any except Evelynn of course.
Already atop the roof, it was just a casual stroll across the ramparts of the high walls to take a peek within, and there the demon saw something that made her wretched heart flutter.
There, alone in the courtyard, was a young girl. Well, young by Evelynn's ageless standards at least. She had to be in her early twenties at the very latest, but her face still had the youthful countenance of someone even younger than that, with flawless skin like one would expect from nobility. Shoulder length hair like golden silk danced around her as she moved about the courtyard, performing some minor acrobatics and twirling a baton. The girl wore a full spandex body suit as she did her private little athletics performance, with a silver plated skirt and a thin breastplate that only offered light protection but more importantly did little to hinder her agile movements as she sprinted and leapt around.
There was a bench meant for quietly sitting and contemplating the garden sculptures which the girl was currently using as a makeshift pommel horse, demonstrating some impressive flexibility as she splayed her legs out at ninety degree angles while lifting her body up, her hands clutching the frame of the bench like a handle. Dropping back down onto her feet, she then hopped atop a stone curb that marked the edge of a walkway and started using it as a balance beam.
Evelynn watched, transfixed to this girl. The demon outstretched a hand, fingers trembling as she reached towards the young woman far below. There was something... about her that spoke to the demon. The girl had a bubbly smile on her face as she hopped around the yard, the joyous look of a privileged noble girl who'd never known hardship in her life. And yet, Evelynn sensed an edge. Just the slightest hint of darkness from within this golden haired bundle of innocence, something hidden beneath her chipper exterior that spoke of an understanding of pain.
Evelynn crept closer to the edge of the wall, leaning over it to examine her more closely, trying to figure out just what was hiding inside this girl.
The woman slowed to a halt with little warning. Doubling over, she planted her palms on her knees, and even from a distance Evelynn could see she was heaving, sweat dripping off her face. Winded. Such an easy target she'd have been in that moment, but it was too soon, far too soon to harvest this potential fruit. So the demon watched.
She watched as the woman stood up straight, having taken a minute to catch her breath. Watched as she seemingly came to the conclusion that she'd just undergone enough of a warmup. She watched as the girl held her baton in front of her and let it go.
Yet the baton did not fall, instead it began spinning in the air. Its tip began to sparkle and glow, giving off a faint illumination at first, but then the light grew brighter. The girl spread her arms to her side, closed her eyes and lost herself in concentration. Her baton started twirling faster, the light growing brighter, and then the girl snapped her eyes open, thrust her palms forward, and fired a beam of pure incandescent light straight ahead of her. Light so bright, so pure, so concentrated, that it blew a hole straight through a well manicured hedge sculpture of some unknown nobleman. Something that the girl seemingly didn't expect as she sheepishly held a hand to her mouth to stifle a gasp.
And suddenly it all made sense to Evelynn. This girl of clearly noble birth and upbringing was a mage. In a city that hated magic so much that they maintained a special taskforce of mage-seekers for the sole purpose of hunting down and imprisoning anyone with even the slightest hint of magical ability, here was a privileged noblewoman openly flaunting and practicing her magical ability within the safe confines of her private estate. That darkness Evelynn had sensed, that sting, it was the pain of having to hide one's true self from the world, and the guilt of knowing the only reason she even could was due to the influence of her family. This was a girl who presented a bright, cheerful front, but still knew the experience of pain. Knew the experience, but rejected it.
This girl was full of hope.
In that instant, Evelynn knew what she was hunting for. She finally understood what new sense of pain she was craving.
She would take this girl's hope, and she would break it.
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For the next five days Evelynn spent her time stalking her hopeful next meal. Normally she'd have only spared a few hours at most to follow a target and learn their preferences before moving in for the kill, but she wanted to take her time with this one. Starving herself in the meantime, her anticipation only grew in the absence of a meal. Several times she considered moving early, only to hold herself back. She wanted the moment to be perfect so she could truly savour every second of the girl's suffering. The waiting would only make her pain taste that much sweeter, she was certain.
In the course of her reconnaissance, she made sure to learn as much of import as she could about her target. The girl's name was Luxanna Crownguard, the second child of what Evelynn had correctly surmised to be one of Demacia's most prestigious families, with a long history of noble and loyal servitude to the king; and just as Evelynn had determined from that first evening, the girl was indeed a mage. She hid it well enough, refusing even the slightest indulgence of her natural arcane talents during the daytime to protect her shameful little secret, but at night, when she thought she was alone, she would practice her magecraft in the family's courtyard. It was always an impressively dazzling lightshow, one that went unnoticed only thanks to how high the rampart walls were.
Her own family didn't seem aware of Lux's gifts, a detail Evelynn found to just be delightful. No wonder she sensed a hint of guilt and shame buried deep within her soul, when she kept such an important facet of her life hidden from those closest to her. Even her brother Garen, the one with whom she seemed to share the strongest bond, appeared oblivious to her true nature.
Committing each of these details to memory, Evelynn also watched for other more... discrete variances in the girl's behaviour. She watched for what manner of man or woman would catch her gaze, the girl's sparkling blue eyes lingering for just a moment longer than what would be considered socially acceptable for one of her standing. The type of person who made her heart skip a beat.
Finally, once Evelynn was certain she knew everything she needed to prey upon the girl's deepest desires, the demon made her move. First she waited until nightfall, impatiently gnawing on her bottom lip with growing hunger. Then, she needed only to bide her time until Luxanna appeared in the courtyard to practice her magic. And so she waited.
And she waited.
And she waited.
Dark clouds looming over the stars, the distant rumble of thunder jarred Evelynn into impatience. Where the hell was she? The demon skulked about in the shadows, peering about, but there was no sign of her prey. An hour passed beyond the usual point she'd have made her appearance, then two. She could smell rain coming soon.
Evelynn felt like she was on the verge of caving in and just creeping through the Crownguard's estate on a murder spree when at last Luxanna appeared, and to the demon's dismay she was not alone as she would normally be. She burst into the courtyard through its main gate with her elder brother in toe, and Evelynn hissed.
Garen was a hulking brute of a man. Tall and freakishly broad shouldered, with short cropped brown hair and a rugged face. In the near-week that Evelynn had been spying on the noble family, never once had she seen the man not decked in full plate armour and hauling around an enormous greatsword atop his back. Ironically, he actually looked resilient enough of a man to maybe last longer than a few minutes with her, but unfortunately it also made him dangerous. Perhaps after she finished with his sister, the demon could reap that overly muscled field as well, but not both of them together. It'd be too risky.
Peering at the two Crownguards from within the bushes, the demon watched them closely. Judging by the irate looks on their faces, they seemed to be in the midst of an argument, but from the distance she was at, she could hardly make out what it was about. And so, sticking to the shadows, Evelynn crept closer.
"...sonable, we only have your best interests..."
"...Garen... not a frail little girl..."
"Lux, these wretches speak of rebellion against the crown! If they make good on their threats, Demacia won't be safe any longer. This is for your own protection."
"And if that happens, then my place is here by your side, helping everybody out. I don't need protection Garen, I can fight too!"
"You're not a soldier Lux, there's only so much that you can do. Fossbarrow will be safer for you, trust me."
"Why can't you trust me, Garen? I'm not as defenseless as you think, let me stay and help!"
Evelynn cursed. That's why Lux was so late to arrive. There had been whispers in recent months of a mage rebellion, of all the magic users Demacia had for so long oppressed unifying in resistance to their shameful treatment. Frankly, until they were shedding blood in the streets, Evelynn didn't really care one way or another. It seemed the elder Crownguard, on the other hand, was very concerned. Enough to want to send his sister away. All the more reason Evelynn needed to feast on her sooner rather than later.
"This isn't just my decision Lux, Tianna agrees." Garen spoke gruffly, his countenance stern and unyielding.
"But this isn't fair!" Lux, by contrast, was red faced and clearly emotional.
Her pleas fell on deaf ears however, as Garen simply held up a hand and turned away. "The decision is final. Tomorrow, preparations will be made for your departure." He started to walk away, then hesitated. "You'll see, this is for the best. Mages are dangerous. Liars and wretches who would sell the souls of everyone we hold dear for power. Monsters wearing the skin of men... You'll be better off this way." Then he left, through the heavy double doors that led inside their family estate, leaving Lux alone in the courtyard.
Lux screamed with irritation, putting her head in her hands and pulling at those beautiful golden locks, before slumping into the nearby sitting bench. The urge to rush her that very instant was powerful, but Evelynn waited. It was too soon still... but she was just so fucking hungry.
The two of them both waited, Lux sitting silently, Evelynn crouched in the shadows. Five minutes passed, ten, fifteen, twenty. Finally, once the Crownguard girl was confident her brother wasn't going to suddenly double back out to continue the conversation, Lux vented her frustration in a sudden concentrated burst of magic. Aiming it directly upwards, a beam of incandescent light soared skywards, bursting into a flash of light and sparks, and an explosive boom that masked itself as a lightning strike from the storm clouds above. Lux sunk into her seat, staring up at the false stars, the twinkling lights of her own creation, with a dejected look on her face.
A broad smile that bared entirely too many teeth stretched across Evelynn's shadowed face. Time to make her move. Her eyes narrowed and her laughter rang out, a giddy, girlish giggle for Lux's ears alone.
Immediately jarred from her depression, Lux sat upright, eyes darting about, panic setting into her voice. "Wh-who's there?" Before her eyes, the world seemed to become suddenly hazy. Sparkles drifting down from her explosion of light seemed to turned pink in the starlight, and the entire garden soon took on that same hue.
As she emerged from the shadows, Evelynn put everything she'd learned of Lux's preferences into action. Her bountiful curves withered until she looked lean and scrawny, her breasts shrinking and flattening out until there was barely anything there at all. She swept her hands back along her scalp and her hair lengthened in its wake, merging with her lashers as it spilled down her back and split apart, those tendrils and her hair twisting and entwining into a pair of braided pigtails that spilled down nearly to her ankles. She emerged from the darkened shadows, the darkness melting away from her body and leaving her deathly pallid, with red eyes and vibrant blue hair. In this guise, she'd probably have fit right in with the wild and rebellious punks of Zaun, certainly far more so than the staid, utilitarian styles of Demacia. A lanky vision of hedonistic freedom.
She was everything Lux desired, in another and for herself.
"Hey there Sparkles, wanna play~?" As she stepped out of the dark, Evelynn took one of her lengthy pigtails in hand and started twirling it like a rope, flashing the sheltered Demacian a manic smile, along with so much more. That lithe body of her's was on full display, completely nude, her right side inked with tattoos of blue smoke and pink bullets. A chaotic pixie girl come to sweep Lux up and take her away from this rigid, stifling life of her's once and for all.
Luxanna just stared, dumbfounded. "Who- What-" She stammered, unable to form the words. How did this person get into her garden? Had they just seen her outburst of magic? Who the hell was she? All incredibly important questions, all of which were quickly being pushed aside in her mind, vanishing within that eerily pink-violet fog that was clouding her vision at the edges.
She felt warm suddenly, her cheeks starting to redden. It wasn't just her face that was flush with heat though. There was a sudden longing in her chest, and an ache in her pussy. Knees knocking, she quickly clasped her thighs together, as if the raging inferno that seemed to arise in her loins out of nowhere might set her skirt aflame and expose that needy cunt of hers. All she'd done was watch this woman step out of the bushes and suddenly she felt so- so wet. Her body was screaming at her to strip down and embrace this random naked intruder, to wrap a leg around those bony hips of hers and grind on her, to feel their lips embrace, to squash her own full bust against those itty bitty titties.
This-this was a dream, right? She must have fallen asleep on the bench, and now this was all just a stress induced flight of fancy. There was no other explanation for something so... so... bizarre. Right?
Eyeing the pinkish glaze overtaking Lux's pupils, Evelynn bound forward. It was just a cheerful hop, skip, and jump to close the distance between her and the blonde, her lashers wavering in the air behind her like hair billowing in an unnatural breeze. Her demonic charms never failed. Once she'd seeded the desire into her prey's mind, it was just a matter of waiting for their longing to overtake their other senses. After that, all it would take was a single touch to welcome them into her sensual embrace, and their doom.
Lux stood a wary step back, but that rosy haze was still spreading over her eyes, a colourful glisten just barely visible even over the whites of her eyes. "This isn't right, you shouldn't be here, nobody should be here..." She murmured, her voice wavering.
Just a few more seconds. Evelynn was drooling. She was so hungry... She'd waited so long for this moment, starved herself in anticipation. Leaning so far forward she was nearly doubled over, her head twisting, cocking to the side and looking up at Lux with those ravenous eyes and a grin that was far too eager. She reached her hand out, outstretched fingers coming to rest on Lux's shoulder.
Too soon.
In an instant, the colourful haze that had nearly overtaken Lux's eyes vanished. Evelynn's own eyes widened, those red pools reverting to their normal golden glow. The rosy fog of lust and desire that had clouded the light mage's mind dissipated even faster than it had fallen over her, and now she stared at Evelynn not with trepidation and desire, but anger and disgust.
Fuck!
The demon had let her hunger get the better of her. She moved too soon, she'd touched the demacian before her charm could finish taking hold, and the spell was broken the moment she did.
Before Lux's eyes, the creature's appearance seemed to... warp. It still held the guise of a lanky zaunite punk, but other details suddenly seemed... wrong somehow. Her tattoos seemed to shift along her skin, the ink wavering and never staying put. The hair at the end of those lengthy braids was far too rigid, curled into downright sharp looking edges. And those eyes, those ravenous, inhuman eyes that gazed up at Lux like they would consume her very soul.
"Tch, monster!" Lux's brilliant blue eyes narrowed and she took a step back, violently ripping free of Evelynn's grasp. Channeling her magic through her baton, she quickly flung it at the demon, the rod glowing like a beacon as it was sent twirling through the air towards her.
Evelynn hissed and twisted her torso, letting the baton sail past her before lunging forward. Brightly painted blue nails melted into her fingertips and extended into claws as she took a swipe at Lux. She would have the girl's pain, one way or another, she would have it. Or so she thought to herself, only for her claws to recoil off a prismatic barrier just an inch shy of carving into Lux's chest, an irridescent shield made of solid light protecting the girl from Evelynn's razor-tipped touch.
"You won't take me so easily, I've dealt with your kind before, demon!" Jerking her hand back, the illumination enveloping her baton responded to the pull, stopping it mid-flight only to send it racing back through the air towards her.
Twisting her head in time to see the wand spinning towards her, Evelynn leapt to the side, landing on all fours like a feral beast. Teeth elongating into fangs, her pallid skin sloughed off of her like wax as she took on her demonic, shadowy guise once more, horns sprouting from her skull while those pigtails reverted back to her blade-tipped tentacles. Damnit, damnit damnit damnit! She cursed as Lux caught her wand like a boomerang, leaving the demon out of range and without the element of surprise. She cursed herself and her hunger, but still she bared those monstrous teeth, determined not to let this ordeal be a waste.
With a swing of her baton, Lux hurled a sphere magical energy at Evelynn. The very air around it seemed to twist and distort, the light around the ball refracting strangely and twisting in on itself, like a black hole that radiated light instead of consuming it. Quick to evade, the demon leapt aside again, just in time as the mage's orb exploded behind her in brilliant nova. Raising an arm to shield her vision from the blinding burst, Evelynn nearly missed the second lucent singularity coming her way, sprinting to get out of the radius of its incandescent blast. Her feet kicked up dirt and grass as she ran, arms reared back, claws bared and ready to lash out if she could just get within range. Something which Lux did not allow as she kept hurling a volley of magical spheres, each one a distortion of light that released it all on impact, a devastating burst that lit the sky above in a kaleidoscope of colours.
Springing backwards from another prismatic explosion directly in front of her face, Evelynn thrust one of her lashers forwards, casting a long shadow beneath it on the ground. The blade on the end of that tendril limb detached, launched straight towards Lux. Again her attack merely struck the magical barrier the mage had conjured, the prismatic shield flickering, cracks forming along its surface.
For a moment, a look of concern crossed Lux's face, but her shield still held and the demon withdrew her tentacle, leaving the crownguard girl to grin triumphantly... not noticing that the tendril's shadow remained along the ground, forming a bridge between Evelynn and her prey. While Lux gathered energy for another barrage of magical orbs, Evelynn curled her fingers and flicked her hand upward. Spikes erupted from the earth, a trail of them racing across the length of that tether of shadow straight towards the mage. In a panic, Lux tried to back away from them, but that shadow tied the two together and the trail of demonic nails just followed along it, their path curving until they reached their target. Their tips struck the underside of Lux's barrier like spears, piercing it with the sound of shattering glass, slicing across the girl's shins as they suddenly were thrusting upwards all around her at uneven angles. Still, her barrier absorbed enough of the thrust that she could withstand the pain, and finally hurled another sphere of explosive incandescence at the demon.
With an irritated cluck of her tongue, the demon hurled herself into one of the bushes, hoping to disappear from view. She went still, save for a flick of her lasher as it lengthened and regrew its sharpened edge, not even so much as rustling the foliage. If she could melt into the shadows, she could sneak around and take Lux from behind with ease, she just needed to get out of sight first.
Unfortunately for the demon, blending into the darkness against a foe who could manipulate light itself was a challenging feat. Even as Evelynn took a deep breath to calm herself and try to blend in with the shadows, another magical orb was already coming her way. This time it sailed straight past the starving fiend, coming to rest hovering a few inches off the ground behind her before bursting, dispelling the shadows and igniting the carefully manicured brush in shimmering white flames. Evelynn screeched as the explosion propelled her forward, tumbling over a paved pathway and landing sprawled a short ways in front of Luxanna's feet. Hissing with fury, her shadowed form gazed up at her would-be prey, seeing the righteous murder in Lux's illuminated blue eyes.
Suddenly both combatants were jarred by the slamming of doors so hard they nearly broke off their hinges.
"What is the meaning of this!?" Garen bellowed as he burst back into the courtyard, greatsword drawn and ready.
Evelynn cursed. That colossal oaf must've heard the commotion. Of course he did, how could he not when the two of them were throwing a private fireworks celebration? There could only be so many thunderous booms before they could no longer be passed off as distant lightning strikes. And yet...
Evelynn's golden eyes turned to Lux, who stood frozen with her gaze locked onto Garen, her triumphant opportunity swiftly passing her by, and once more a monstrous grin stretched across her face. Ah, what will you do now? She wondered to herself. Will you expose your secret, now of all times? So soon after your brother's tirade against mages? Evelynn did not intend to even give Luxanna a choice in the matter.
Stabbing her lashers into the ground, Evelynn coiled them like springs and then pushed, launching herself back to her feet and straight into max speed. She darted towards Lux, only to make an abrupt turn towards her brother. She ran straight at him, dragging her arms low, claws extended, sweeping them upwards towards him. For his part, the demacian knight was caught completely by surprise by the shadowy demon suddenly rushing him out of nowhere. He brought his sword up into a defensive pose, but too slowly.
"Garen!" Lux cried out in desperation and twirled her baton, hurling another ball of light. This one was markedly different, sparkles trailing in its wake as it raced in a straight line towards the two.
Evelynn smirked. It was a shame she'd studied the girl long enough to know she didn't have the skill to curve her shots. As swiftly as she'd darted towards Garen, she changed direction, her lashers stabbing to her right and hooking onto that same bench Lux had been sitting on earlier. Gripping it tight, she retracted those sharpened tentacles, dragging herself towards it and out of harm's way... leaving Garen to take the brunt of his sister's magic himself.
If a demon launching itself at him out of the gloom had been enough to take him by surprise, there was no way he could have anticipated his sister, his perfectly normal, sweet, innocent, non-mage of a sister hurling a magical projectile his way. It struck him dead on, the light binding him in place at the moment of impact, a barrier of impassable prismatic light encircling him on all sides and trapping him where he stood.
"Lux? I don't understand... What is happening!?" He boomed, straining against the light, the barrier so tightly compressed around his broad shoulderpads that he could barely move an inch. With no space to swing his massive greatsword, he dropped it to the ground, but even without its awkward size interfering with his movements, he didn't even have enough wiggle room to raise his arms. All he could do was strain his arms against his prison and clumsily strike it with his fists at waist height.
"Garen! No, I-" Lux stared in abject horror at her brother as the weight of her mistake hit her like a sledgehammer. Clasping one hand over her mouth, her knees felt weak, and she had to fight just to stay standing, but fight she did. The demon was still there. She could only hope to explain herself to her brother after she slew it... somehow.
Nimble as it was, with her brother now immobilized and defenseless, Lux realized she had to end this quickly. Releasing her grip on her baton, the wand began to hover in place before her, spinning of its own volition and rapidly gaining speed. Stretching her arms out to her sides, the Crownguard girl gathered all of her magical power together, focusing it through the twirling rod like a prism.
Finally, Evelynn thought to herself, it was over. She paused as she used the bench like a springboard. Unfurling her tendrils from its frame, she planted her feet atop it, and kicked off just as Lux fired that devastating final spark her way, the beam missing the demon so narrowly that it singed the back of her heels. Landing on both her feet and the tips of her lashers, she pushed with all four in unison, launching herself towards Lux faster than she could recover from such a strenuous expenditure of her magic. In the blink of an eye, Evelynn flew past the golden-haired girl, swinging one of her lashers around and dragging it across the stone like an anchor, slowing her as she skidded through the grass and over stone. The tentacle carved a groove through the pathway as it guided her, sliding around to Lux's backside.
"Wha-?" Lux felt as if she was moving in slow motion compared to Evelynn. Turning her head, she didn't even have time to finish her cry before the demon was behind her. Her arms still stretched to the sides, the demon's quickly came up underneath them, hooking them in a full nelson and locking them in place. Lux struggled against her hold, awkwardly bending her arms to try and grasp her still spinning baton, but Evelynn's hold kept her from being able to reach. The rotating staff continued to spin for a few more seconds, losing speed until finally it went still and dropped to the ground. "Let go of me you monster!" She screamed, struggling in earnest against Evelynn's hold.
"Ooooh no." Evelynn sneered, tilting her head so she could meet the gaze of Lux's twisted head. "Now I've finally got you right where I want you. Time to get a bit more... comfortable." The demon cackled, and as she did, her form changed again. The shadows melted away, leaving behind a pale, blue-skinned woman with white hair, accented with pink that rose from her scalp like a flame. Her breasts swelled, squishing into Lux's back as they did, while her hips widened. Once more, Evelynn took on the semi-human shape with which she was most accustomed.
"Unhand her, you fiend!" Garen boomed, slamming himself up against the barrier once more, but the light simply pulsed back against his brawn and did not give an inch.
"Oh, but we haven't had our fun yet." Evelynn said with a pout and a childish lilt to her voice. With Lux still squirming in her grasp, the demon brought her tendrils up and slithered them overtop of the girl's shoulders. Creeping along her form like snakes, they slipped into her collar and down along her chest. Visibly shifting beneath the demacian's spandex, they writhed against her bare skin, making Lux cringe and kick her feet to no avail. Those tentacles moved with purpose, the bladed tips gently grazing the girl's delicate skin without leaving a scratch while the sinewy lengths each made a loop around one of Luxanna's breasts, giving both a firm squeeze while the tips snaked their way around to her back.
There was a sudden snap, and Lux's breastplate came loose, the tentacles having found and severed the clasp at the back that held it in place. The metal plate fell forwards, having only covered her chest, and hit the ground with a klang, exposing the tight-fitting bodysuit underneath, the fabric clinging so snug to her body that it provided a clear view of the writhing tendrils that coursed beneath it, molesting the perky girl's chest, squeezing those mounds so tightly that compressed flesh and fat made them look more swollen than normal.
"Let... Me... Go!" Lux demanded, twisting her torso, trying to break Evelynn's hold or get enough leverage to take a swing with one of her arms.
"Hmhmhmm, just relax girl, I'll pluck your petals soon enough, but I want to savour this moment~" Evelynn sighed, merely tightening her grip, spreading her forearms to the side to better restrict the movement of Lux's own limbs. Tilting her head, the demon's tongue slithered out, that slick muscle rolling half a foot down her chin, only for her to lean in to Lux and drag the tip of it from her collarbone up the side of her neck and across her cheek, leaving a trail of glistening spit in her wake.
The loud sound of fabric tearing followed, the tips of Evelynn's lashers folding, the sharped edges hooking into spandex as they tore through it with ease, slicing in an arc from the back to the front, leaving the top half of the outfit to fall around her waist like a half-peeled banana. Those soft, full breasts of her's now exposed to the chilly night air, the demon made a pronounced show of coiling her tendrils tighter around those perky mounds, squeezing them harder until they reddened, the cool air stiffening Lux's pink little nipples. The blonde tilted her head and gasped, staring down in abject horror as Evelynn brought the sharp ends of her tentacles around to those hardened pebbles, giving each a gentle flick, a scratch that didn't quite draw blood but made the girl shudder all the same.
"You won't get away with this, monster!" Again Garen cursed, going so far as to futilely slam his own forehead into the barrier.
Evelynn just laughed. "What's wrong, big boy? I would've thought you'd be happy, seeing a wicked, lying mage get her just desserts." The demon grinned wickedly and rolled her hips, grinding her pelvis into Lux's skirt-clad ass. "Or are you merely a hypocrite? Rules for thee but not for me, hmm? Do your laws against mages only apply when they don't conflict with your own family?"
"My sister... is not a mage." Garen's voice grew less steady, and he turned his head away, averting his gaze. Lux too, turned her head away, the siblings refusing to even look upon one another.
"Hmm, is that so? And you think I'm the one who imprisoned you within that cage then? Perhaps I'll just have to show you what a filthy, lying whore your sister actually is." Evelynn cackled, another buck of her hips pancaking Lux's rear end against her loins. She breathed in, and she inhaled the burning shame both Crownguards were feeling, a delightful sting to both of their psyches that sent a delightful shiver down Evelynn's spine. This was a start, but she needed so much more if she was to be satisfied.
Raking her tongue across Lux's cheek once more, Evelynn delighted in the way the girl cringed and tried to lean away from her. Her lashers tightened, binding those soft chest pillows like ropes, lifting them from underneath and raising them up even higher. Lux gasped, crying out in discomfort, and the shame burning within the two siblings only intensified, faces reddening in unison, yet still they refused to look upon one another. That would never do. Evelynn wanted her brother to watch.
Shimmying her feet in between Lux's, Evelynn gradually widened her stance, forcing the Crownguard girl to do the same. While the mage continued to squirm, the demon unfurled her tendrils from those tortured breasts at last, letting them bounce back to their original shape. Having squeezed those mounds so tightly, her lashers left bruised imprints indenting the flesh. Those serpentine appendages roamed downwards, trailing across Lux's skin, following the contours of her body as they slithered overtop of her taut belly, until the sharp ends managed to slide underneath the hem of her skirt.
"Oh god, no, please..." Lux whimpered, but to no avail. There was a sharp snap, Evelynn's lashers pulling taut, hooking into her plated skirt and prying it apart, making it crumple as if it was aluminum. Those tendrils slackened, and there was a metallic klatter as the armour hit the ground.
"You know, all you had to do was play along, and I could have made this so much more enjoyable for you. Oh well, guess I'll be the only one having fun now." Evelynn grinned, a sultry, half-lidded smile, and leaned in to rest her chin atop Lux's shoulder, her breasts squashing up against her spine. Her hips continued to rock, grinding with more fervour against Lux's backside, the demon's wider hips easily flattening the demacian's smaller rear.
Rather than dive those squirming tendrils down the the mage's pants, Evelynn instead lifted them up higher. Like gentle fingertips, they trailed up Lux's sides, carressing her delicate skin. Pursing her lips, the demon planted soft kisses along the nape of her victim's neck, the unwanted affection making the girl recoil, while those lashers crawled ever higher. Gliding along Lux's raised armpits, they started to coil around her shoulders, only to then slide along the length of her arms, tenderly stroking across her biceps, then her forearms as gently as a lover, all while the demon used her own arms to restrict their movement. No matter how hard Lux struggled, Evelynn was stronger. Her brother was right, she was no soldier.
Once those lashers reached Luxanna's wrists, they started to wind tighter, and tighter, digging into the skin as roughly as they had around her breasts. Evelynn pushed her hips forward, grinding against Lux's ass, and at the same time her tendrils jerked back, pulling Lux's arms back so far that they were nearly wrenched out of their sockets and forcing her to lean back into the demon's chest. The Crownguard screamed, her pain finally grabbing Garen's attention.
"Release her at once, or so help me-!"
"Blah, blah, blah.... Come now, I'd really rather not have to gag you, otherwise how will I hear your wonderful screams?" Evelynn sighed, her claws at last free to roam over Lux's body without fear of the girl's hands casting any magical surprises. Her palms stroked over the girl's taut belly, sharp fingertips gingerly scratching at her highborn flesh. "But if you're going to just keep repeating yourself, you might leave me with no choice." The demon finished, baring some teeth as she started to nibble at Lux's collarbone.
The burly man grit his teeth, giving Evelynn the filthiest scowl she'd ever seen, but said nothing.
"If-if you think you'll take us this easily demon, then you are sorely mistaken!" Lux huffed, the strain audible in her voice.
"Oh now don't you start." Evelynn sighed, spreading her fingers apart and sliding them further down that smooth belly. Her nails brushed against the torn edges of Lux's remaining spandex, pinching the flimsy fabric between them. Digits curling, grabbing fistfuls of that hip hugging fabric, Evelynn tensed her knuckles and yanked, ripping what remained of Lux's clothing apart at the seams and leaving just her underwear behind, noticeably damp from the demon's near-success at charming her. Not that the slender cotton was gonna do anything to keep the demon out that the rest of her outfit hadn't failed at already. Claws raked across those panties like knives, slicing through them as effortlessly as paper, leaving the tattered remnants to hang off the fingers of her left hand.
Lux jerked and screamed, an instinctive propensity towards modesty driving her to struggle harder, to squeeze her thighs together in hopes of hiding her most noble of entrances. Evelynn just laughed at the futility of it all. Lashers yanking back on the girl's arms once more, bowing her backwards, the demon slid her palms over and under those milky thighs, sinking her claws into that luscious meat before hefting them up into the air with inhuman strength. Her nails leaving red scratches in their wake, she folded Lux's body in half while also pulling her legs apart, exposing the girl's untouched pussy and its neatly manicured little carpet of gold.
"Quite a sight, isn't it?" The demon said with a smirk, her eyes trained on her prey's brother. Lux flailed in her arms, kicking her feet fruitlessly at the air. Evelynn merely widened her stance, leaning back to brace the full weight of the girl against her chest with a wicked laugh. The demon's fingertips began to extend as she kept her palms on those thighs, those claws lengthening to the size of kitchen knives. With practiced precision, she oh-so-delicately curled them inwards, tugging at Lux's folds with such gentleness that she didn't even feel a prick from those sharp tips, pulling them apart, exposing her insides to her own sibling. Despite the visible terror in Lux's eyes, that tunnel was slick, a trickle of fluids seeping out and down the crack of her ass. Though the charm had failed, the arousal it had momentary struck her with was nigh-overwhelming, and though the desire she felt had faded fast, her body was not so quick to dry up.
"Vile beast! Disgusting monstrosity!" Garen raged with renewed fervour, battering himself up against that prison of iridescent light, but Lux's magic proved too powerful for her own good, holding even someone as strong as him at bay with ease.
"Tch, what did I say?" Evelynn grimaced, then let out a sigh. "Very well, I suppose you leave me with no other choice." With a quick shift of her limbs, Evelynn raised Lux's left leg even higher, stretching it out to the side while the girl shrieked and wiggled. The lasher already binding the girl's left arm stretched itself out, looping around her ankle as it neared her wrist, twisting its way around both limbs and tying them together. The demon soon repeated the motion on the right side, until both of Lux's legs were bound to her arms, holding her spread-eagled in the air by the strength of her tentacles alone. With her own hands now free, and those sinewy tendrils hoisting her prey higher up into the air, the demon casually strolled forward while wiggling her claws free of the holes she tore in Lux's panties. Balling them up in her fist, she leaned forward while the Crownguard girl stared in horror, watching the demon thrust her claws straight through the barrier to stuff the shredded bundle of sopping wet cotton straight into her brother's shouting mouth.
Immediately Garen's eyes widened, first in shock, then disgust. He winced with visible revulsion and tried to spit the fabric out, only for Evelynn to push even further, tilting his head back as she practically choked him on his sister's used undergarments. Then she retracted her hand, giggling girlishly. She'd spied on Luxanna enough to know that her light prison only bound those within its cage, not those without; and poor Garen, he was bound so tightly within that he didn't even have the space to fold his bulky forearms up past his own overly broad chest. It'd be so easy for him to simply pull the gag out, if only he wasn't such a brick shithouse. Evelynn laughed, stepping back and lowering her meal back into her waiting arms.
"Now, I think I've teased you long enough." Evelynn cooed softly into the quivering Lux's ear. "How about we get started for real?"
The demon exhaled a warm, clammy breath against the girl's ear before parting her lips to graze the outer edge of it with her sharp teeth. Her hips rolled and bucked, grinding harder against Lux's ass, squashing it flat. Gyrating her hips in smooth motions, the inhuman monster began to moan softly.
"Mnf... Mnn... You ready girl?" She rasped, while shadows swirled around her loins, reshaping them into something more... fitting for defiling a woman.
Claws sinking a bit deeper into the meat of Lux's thighs, dimpling all that ample flesh, Evelynn continued to moan. Soft gasps sent shivers down her captive's spine, goosebumps forming on her skin. All the while, Evelynn took her time, the shadows drawing her own clitoris from its hiding spot, twisting around it, merging with her unnaturally hued flesh and causing that delicate bean to lengthen. Swelling in girth and massively elongating, it grew fatter and veinier as it crept up in between Lux's ass cheeks. The little hood that had hidden it reshaping, the skin stretching to envelope her pleasure button as it reshaped itself into a girthy prick, something that would've looked more at home on some chiselled stud of a man than hanging between Evelynn's womanly thighs. With just as much ease, the crude fascimile of internal organs the demon kept inside herself started to shift and reform, shadows encasing her false ovaries, altering their shape and density before pushing them out of her body, one at a time, letting them drop and swing before forming together into an especially dense and heavy looking set of nuts. Those testicles pulsed as the shadows began to recede, her pussy closing up in their wake, the skin fusing together until it never looked like there had ever been anything but a set of very male looking genitals resting between the feminine demon's thighs.
"What- what're you-" Lux could hardly see what was going on between the demon's legs, but with shadow-clad flesh mashed firmly against her ass, she could feel something shifting against her bare bottom. Something firm was starting to slide up the crack of her ass, wedging itself between her cheeks while Evelynn continued to buck, sliding that thick pole up and down. The warmth of Lux's pillows squishing together around that shaft only made it throb more intensely, thickening even further, prying those bubbly cushions apart to make space for itself. The excess skin that had grown to encase it peeled back to expose what was once the demon's clit, now a bulbous mushroom tip, a slit forming at the end that oozed dense globs of slime against Lux's bare skin. "N-no... No no no, this can't be happening!" Lux screamed, realization settling in.
"Oh but it is sweetheart. But here, why don't we let your brother see too, hmm?" With a wicked grin, Evelynn winked at Garen and lifted Lux a little bit higher. That throbbing cock slid free of that soft valley, inch after inch emerging from the cleavage of the mage's backside until it finally slipped free entirely and swung downwards, hanging heavy under gravity's pull and its own weight. Nearly a solid foot of demonic flesh, its skin mottled by shadows, forming alternating splotches of pale blue and dark violet along the length of it. Even at full mast, there was enough excess skin that still half her crown remained shrouded in it, while globs of demonic prenut dribbled from the end. A thick droplet dripped from her apple-sized tip, forming a gooey strand that hung halfway to the ground before it finally snapped and dropped it to the ground, only for a fresh one to ooze out. Evelynn tensed her body, and that grotesque monstrosity swung upwards.
SPLAT!
Evelynn's erect flagpole smacked Lux's dribbling pussy with enough force to make the girl gasp, its length reaching up towards her navel.
"Oh god, no, please, please please please, it'll kill me..." Lux whimpered, flailing her head from side to side. Her hands balled into fists and her arms strained to fold inwards, but the tendrils binding them wouldn't allow it.
"Well, it wouldn't be the first time, darling." Evelynn giggled, lifting Lux a little bit higher, that swollen prick dragging down along her belly until it was level with her pussy. Her hips shifted, trying to find just the right angle to press her dripping tip against those folds.
"Mmnf nf MNN!"
"What was that~?" Evelynn tilted her head, angling her left ear towards Garen, as if trying to hear him better. His face was red with fury, trying to shout even through the cloth stifling his tongue. "Did you say 'give it to her good'? Oh, don't worry, by time I'm through, your sister will be screaming." With an ominous smile, Evelynn gripped Lux's thighs tighter. Aided by her lashers pulling taut, she dragged the demacian downwards, her crown stretching those pretty pink folds apart and forcing its way inside.
Lux howled, her cuntlips stretching far, far beyond anything that youthful experimentation and self-exploration could have prepared her for. The ache was immediate, glistening folds made to widen around the head of Evelynn's shaft, clinging to it so tightly that the excess foreskin slid downwards once more, fully exposing that bulbous crown. Yet, despite its monstrous size, the pain wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. The only consolation she had was that it wasn't entering her dry, though that was hardly any comfort at all when the wetness trickling down the demon's dick eased her passage enough to let her slide deeper, faster than she would otherwise have been able to.
"Mnn, you feel that, baby? You feel that streeetch? That ache inside? That's the good stuff." Evelynn moaned, a genuine shudder of ecstasy rolling down her spine that left her briefly winded. It was hardly the snug grip of Lux's tunnel that delighted her, though she wouldn't deny it felt good to have that damp passage gripping her newly shaped flesh so powerfully. No, it was the soreness in the girl's cunt that delighted her so. The same sensations that wracked Lux, Evelynn felt as well, that pain coursing downwards through her cock, and being received by the demon's own nerves as a dull pleasure. Where for Lux it ached, to Evelynn the sensation was more akin to stretching a muscle after a long night's rest. There was still a pang there, but one that tingled in all the right ways.
Slrrrch
With a lazy buck of her hips, Evelynn drove her cock deeper, Lux's cunt squelching around it as it was forced to swallow that monstrous width, more of her juices gushing down the length of that demonic fuckpole. The demacian's pitiful mewling now competing with the wet sound of a needy pussy being railed. That sizeable battering ram didn't just stretch the mage's pussy; her skin stretched outwards with it, the swollen outline of that inhuman bitchbreaker showing through that once trim belly. With her body strained so tightly around that shaft, it made it frighteningly easy to track exactly how deep she was reaching inside of her, and it was only a couple of inches before the demon paused.
Cocking her head, Evelynn pushed her hips forward a couple times, gently prodding Lux's depths and finding surprisingly little give. There was a barrier blocking her way. She couldn't be bottoming out against the little waif's cervix already, could she? Had the wench set up a prismatic barrier inside of herself somehow? Or... Evelynn's hips rolled, flattening Lux's ass and applying just a little bit of pressure to her thrusts, testing just how much give the obstruction had, before smirking. Ah, of course, confined to her noble life as she was, it only made sense to have this pesky thing still be here.
"So, how does it feel," Evelynn inquired, her voice a husky whisper for Luxanna's ears alone, "to have your virginity stolen by a demon?" Lux's eyes grew larger, but Evelynn didn't even give her the time to plead for mercy. With an almost casual thrust of her hips, the demon flexed her ass and shoved forcefully enough to tear through her hymen, her cock piercing it as ruthlessly as any blade. Lux cried out, tears welling in her sapphire eyes, while Evelynn just groaned in sheer delight. "Nnnnnggh~"
Now there was blood dripping down her length. It was only the lightest trickle, but just the knowledge that her dick was dripping with scarlet excited the demon. Adding to the frothy mixture lubricating that slick fucktunnel, Evelynn put more power into her thrusts, stretching that sleeve of flesh out wider, pushing deeper than anything ever had before into the screaming Crownguard girl. Evelynn's chest heaved, pressing her pillowy bust harder into Lux's back, squishing those luscious cushions against the back of her ribs. Her excitement was building, and she stared down at her second, improvised meal. She had just deflowered this girl right in front of her own brother, surely his misery must have been just as delicious.
To her chagrin, she found him looking away, his eyes shut tight, refusing to acknowledge the scene before him. Evelynn grimaced. No, no this wouldn't do. They both needed to suffer, they both needed to feed her ravenous appetite. Parting those plush lips of her's, she let her teeth elongate into fearsome fangs before sinking them directly into the nape of Lux's neck. She was cautious with it, she didn't want to rip the girl's jugular out... not yet anyways, but she did it hard enough to make Garen's sister squeal in fresh, genuine pain.
Garen jerked his head towards them, eyes open and panic clearly visible in those blue orbs. That was what Evelynn longed to see. As much as he didn't want to watch his sister be defiled, he cared for her too much to avert his eyes when she cried out so earnestly. Lips curling into a smile, Evelynn kept her teeth lodged in Lux's skin. Pursing those soft pillows, she started to suck while keeping her eyes trained on Garen, meeting his hateful gaze. Suction lifted supple skin up into her teeth, forming a dark ring of teeth marks, a bruise that would linger for days. With a wet slurp, Evelynn released the grip of her fangs and slid her lengthy tongue up along that now tender sore spot, making Lux whine like a beaten dog. Dragging her tongue higher, the demon sunk her teeth in again. Once more avoiding drawing blood for the time being, she focused instead on marking her flesh, nice and high, too far up to merely hide beneath a collar. She left a bruising hickey where nobody would be able to miss it, where everyone would be able to see the demon had made this girl her bitch.
"NnnnnnmmmNNGH!" Garen foamed at the mouth, spittle flying from his forcibly parted lips and spilling down his chin as he screamed into his sister's panties.
"Please, please, take it out, it hurts..." Lux wailed between sobs. Tears were welling up in her eyes and starting to streak down her cheeks, adding a salty tang to her skin which the demon greedily lapped up, running her tongue up from her nape and across her face.
"Mnn, it's gonna hurt so much worse by time we're through." Evelynn cooed softly. Releasing her hold over Lux's thighs, she trusted in her tentacles to hold the girl in place, steadily lifting her up and down to work that shaft back and forth a few inches inside of her. With her hands freed once more, the demon let her nails delicately dance up Luxanna's supple skin, the right palm creeping upwards to grab a handful of her chest, squeezing it as firmly as it had her leg and kneading all that doughy titfat in between her fingers. The left hand crept inwards, palm still caressing the demacian's thigh while her fingers started to gingerly caress those pretty pink folds, as tender as a lover while trying to tease the girl's clit out from its hiding place.
With her lashers doing the heavy lifting, Evelynn started to buck her hips, stepping up onto her toes while flexing her rear to force that monstrous dick in deeper, then dropping back onto the balls of her heels on the pullout. Rocking back and forth like that, she inched that shaft in further with every motion, stretching that cunt wider, pushing Lux's belly out even further. Though it was true she had a tendency to break her toys prematurely, Eve still had a decent enough idea of the human body's limits. She was reasonably confident Lux could take her cock as it was without ripping apart. Mostly sure anyway.
The veins lining her shaft scraped at those tender walls, raking across velvet-soft flesh. The wide brim of her cockhead dug into her damp insides, pushing them apart, pulling them so taut that they molded to the shape of it. Every fold, every wrinkle of Lux's inner lining being pulled apart, shaped to fit Evelynn's fuckcannon. All while she continued to sob and wail...
"Mnff..." Evelynn moaned softly. She was starting to feel it now. Lux's pain was delightful, but... It was still missing something. Like a vanilla cake, it was sweet yet bland at the same time. Missing an element of spice. She was so sure this one would be the one to satisfy, here she was was blubbering in her grasp, tears and snot streaking down her face while the demon stretched her insides to their limit. Sure she could ramp up the pain, could swell her dick larger until the girl's insides ruptured, but that would only increase the intensity of her pain, it wouldn't change the flavour. And it'd be so fleeting besides.
The demon hissed. Why wasn't this as good as she wanted it to be? As good as she needed it to be? What was still missing?
Her eyes wandered to Garen, watching him sway back and forth against his bindings, still struggling and banging his shoulders back and forth. The light encasing him flickered, just the briefest flash, but enough to remind Evelynn she was on a timer. Even if he couldn't break it, sooner or later it would fade on its own, and she needed to be finished by then.
With a sigh, Evelynn squeezed Lux's tit even harder, gripping it like a handlebar and using it as more leverage to push her down even further. That brutal battering ram pushed deeper, beating up against another barrier, one that was considerably more rigid and unyielding. The demon had found her womb, only a hair past the midway point of her dick. What a shame. Idly, she pondered what to do with it. Crush it flat? Inflate it til it burst? Maybe she'd just use her dick like an anchor and rip it right out of her...
While she contemplated her options, the fingers of her left hand kept absent-mindedly rubbing Lux's clit, playing with its little hood. Gingerly kneading the skin with her middle and index fingers, rubbing in slow little circles. Pressing in firmly with the tips of her digits, she parted them, stretching the skin apart, exposing that adorable little bead and shifting her middle finger to stroke across it.
Suddenly, Lux clenched her jaw and inhaled through her teeth, wincing in between sniffles. There was a flash, a brief moment when her agony was the sweetest nectar Evelynn had ever tasted. It took her by such hard surprise that her knees nearly buckled, quaking underneath her and momentarily dropping her into a squat before she caught herself and stood back upright, driving her dick deeper into Lux and crashing it into her womb. That demonic shaft, ordinarily just a monstrous fascimile of a human's actual dick, let out a genuine throb. It pulsed, momentarily swelling and pressing that much harder into Lux's walls that it made her cry out again, and Evelynn was left to pant, her tongue draping down her chin.
What was that?
Trying to retrace her steps, the demon lowered her hips, gyrated them in circles, grinding her shaft inside of Lux and stirring up her insides. Her fingers dug deeper into the demacian's chest, grasping it roughly enough for her nails to leave scratches behind while she pulled at that doughy mound. Her hips bucked back and forth, dragging her oversized rod back and forth. What had she done to hurt her so badly that it had tasted so sweet? The stilted roughness of her thrusts, the sharpness of her claws, they made Lux writhe and sob in stinging pain, but nothing, nothing gave her that same rush she'd just had.
Hissing with frustration, Evelynn's fingers started to stroke Lux's clit again. She rubbed around it gently, irritation building, her sharp nail circling it like a shark that was getting ready to strike. Then Lux spasmed in her grasp, again sucking in air through her teeth. Immediately, Evelynn was treated to a spike of such joyous bliss that it made her cock pulsate and ooze a glob of oily fluid into the Crownguard's core.
The demon was confused, but quick to give Luxanna's button a light little flick, another swift stroke with her index finger. She watched her captive writhe and thrash her head around like she was in agony, and the pleasure coursing through the demon would certainly confirm it, but why? She hadn't even started to torment that little joybuzzer used. No pinches, no piercings. Certainly it couldn't hurt that much naturally, could it? She'd had enough experience toying with the bodies of other women to know this was usually a pleasurable zone, so then why? Why did it hurt her so much?
Certainly not about to leave it alone now, not when she'd finally found some truly sweet agony to feed off of, Evelynn kept toying with Lux. Her fingers started to get a bit more experimental. Slowing her thrusts, she instead held steady within that tightly stretched cunt while her claws poked and prodded. Her thumb took over, circling her clit with a more firm grip, while her other digits started to gingerly caress her strained folds, tender touches that teased at her labia. Though the demon was certain these touches should have been pleasant for her victim, they only made her thrash that more madly, foaming at the mouth and biting her own lip so hard she was drawing blood.
Evelynn grit her own teeth, screwing her eyes shut and letting out a lurid "Ooohhnn~".This was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, and yet it was maddening. She was so ecstatic that she had to restrain herself from hammering her hips, from crushing Lux's baby chamber, her own hips twitching with a sudden need. Cracking her eyes open, she peered over Lux's shoulder, glancing at her brother again for the first time.
The look in his eyes was fury incarnate. Veins throbbed along his forehead so powerfully it looked like they would burst. His face was so red, he seemed on the verge of passing out. Garen was pissed.
Evelynn thought he looked quite funny, honestly. Were she not so busy trying to figure out what was hurting Lux so badly, she'd have laughed. The demon's eyes suddenly took on a brighter glow, as if a lightbulb was shining inside her skull. Turning her head, she started to nip at Lux's neck again, but more gently his time. Lips pursing, she slurped gently on her skin, sucking on her flesh while her hips started to move. Slowly, softly thrusting back and forth, Evelynn shifted her angle and held Lux a bit lower, grinding her cockhead into a tender spot just below her belly. Her fingers redoubled their assault on those folds, massaging them as her cock slid past, so that the strain didn't ache quite so bad and was washed away by the pleasure from her thumb tormenting that little button.
Lux thrashed in Evelynn's grip, struggling harder than ever before. She nearly even broke free of the lashers binding her at one point, and Eve had to widen her stance and steady herself to avoid being knocked off balance by the girl trying so hard to throw her weight around. She was in ecstasy, and Evelynn was too, but the demon was still feeding off the girl's pain. A different pain than she was used to tasting. It wasn't the stinging shock of physical trauma, this was something different altogether. It was the agony of being raped in front of her own brother, and enjoying it.
Evelynn gasped and pressed herself more firmly against Lux's back, her breasts mashing against the back of her shoulders, flattening while the demon started to roll her hips. "Go on girl. Scream for me. Scream for him. Let him know exactly how you feel." She moaned huskily into the blonde's ear, and she started to thrust more earnestly again.
Fresh tears streaked down Lux's face as the demon started to hammer her pussy. Those sharp claws never stopped teasing her folds and rubbing her clit, drilling pleasure into her even as that bloated fuckpole stretched her painfully wide. Her legs and arms too, ached from being pried so far apart. She was athletic and flexible, but being forced to do the splits for too long was torture on her hamstrings. Still, the demon's piston thrust back and forth, raking over her tender spots. She swore she could even feeling it changing inside of her. In small ways that made her unsure if she was just imagining it. A vein crept across its length and shifted to a different spot, a bump disappeared here and reappeared there. It was like her dick was changing shape to better fit her tunnel and make sure it hit delicate, pleasure-sensing nerves on every motion.
Even as she did her best to deny the pleasure that was starting to wrack her body, Lux's body started to relax. Her muscles quivered, slowly starting to loosen up. The pain of being stretched so far was reduced, and each brutal punch to her cervix made her feel less winded. As the pain in her cunt started to dim, she was having to bite her lip that much harder to try and make up for it. Her toes and fingers both curled, sinking her nails into her palms, the light mage doing everything she could to hurt herself at this point, anything to deny that pleasure that was being forced upon her.
Evelynn, of course, had no plans on letting Lux hide her 'joy'. Now that she'd narrowed in on the source of that pain, she would have it all. She would feast on her shame until Lux was a dehydrated fuckdrunk disaster if she had to. Bending and bracing her knees, Evelynn leaned further back and held Lux tightly to her chest, angling her to give Garen the best view possible of that bitchbreaker defiling his sister's cunt. Rolling her hips, she thrust faster, her dick making a disgusting sllrrch as Lux's pussy squelched around it. The bleeding had already stopped, most of it washed away in a tide of Lux's arousal, so all that remained was a translucent film of the girl's gushing juices coating Evelynn's cock.
"Well, would you look at this, your whore of a sister sure seems to be enjoying herself." Evelynn teased, speaking loud enough for Garen to hear. "Seems my demon dick would agree with her, but then what mage could resist being fucked by a magic cock?"
"MNNGHGH!" Garen screamed into his cotton gag, spittle flying from his mouth, only to spatter the light barrier in front of him.
"No. No no no, please!" Lux pleaded, shaking her head wildly, refusing to meet Garen's eyes and trying to look in every direction at once except for at her brother. "I hate this! It hurts, please, someone, anyone! Help!"
"Oh ho, you say that, but your pussy begs to differ. Just look at it," running her fingers over Lux's folds again, Evelynn licked the tears from her cheeks before turning her gaze to Garen, only to see he was looking away. "I said look at it!" The demon's voice suddenly turned harsh and raspy, carrying a strange echo that reverberated around them. Her hair flared like fire and her eyes glowed brighter, her horns sprouting in the blink of an eye. At the same time she finally let go of Lux's chest, only to harshly strike her tit with a sharp SMAK! The mage squealed in genuine pain and her shriek drew Garen's gaze. Immediately, Eve's horns vanished and her body returned to 'normal', a satisfied smile on her face.
"That's better. I want you to look at this bitch's cunt. Look at it." Evelynn spoke the words with menace, her horns already peeking out from her brow once again, threatening harm on her captive if Garen didn't obey. So he did, with a face that burned with shame now instead of fury, he watched the demon splitting his sister's orifice open with her inhuman shaft, straining it far, far too wide. Evelynn caressed Lux's folds again, making them quiver at her touch, before brushing her claws along the length of her own shaft still halfway visible. She ran the nail of her index finger along that bulging tube along the bottom, the skin of her dick glistening and shimmering in the light emitted from the very cage Garen was encased within. "Look how wet she is. Tell me, does this look like the pussy of someone who's not having fun?" Dropping the poison from her voice, she effortlessly changed her tone to something more flirty and coy, smiling all the while.
"No! Garen, don't listen to her. I don't- I don't- like this..." Lux stammered, the strain showing on her face from trying to suppress what her body was feeling.
"Hmm, what was that I heard someone say earlier? Mages are all 'liars and wretches'?" Evelynn cooed, rolling her hips and sinking her dick deep enough to batter Lux's womb again. The demacian gasped and the demon clapped her hand against her breast once more, carressing it more gently this time, teasing the nipple with her thumb the same way her other hand did to her clit. "Not only is she lying..." Grinning wickedly, the demon withdrew her cock a couple inches, then started to grind, putting more pressure on a tender spot inside, while rubbing with both thumbs until at last Lux broke with a whimpering moan.
"Nnaahn~!"
"...But she's not even very good at it." Evelynn said with a laugh. The horrified look on Garen's face was priceless, as was the next cry she forced out of Lux with a gentle thrust of her hips.
Squilch
That demacian snatch was so sopping wet now, so primed and readied that the demon was finally able to start moving with impunity. Every roll of her hips slid that cock back and forth with ease, dragging along those walls and tugging at those folds.
Sllrch Shlikk Shlukk
"Don't you dare look away." Evelynn rasped when she saw Garen's eyes dart to the side. "Watch. Look how much she's enjoying this. Loving this." Giving Lux's breast one last slap, Evelynn raised her hand higher, cupping the girl's chin between her claws and forcibly turning her head towards her brother. Lux was still sobbing, her face a mess of snot and tears, but in between blubbering wails, every so often she'd let out a sharp gasp, the corners of her lips twitching upwards.
"Naahn~!"
Schlapp Plap Shlupp Pap
Every thrust of Evelynn's hips saw them collide with Lux's backside, making her cheeks ripple from the impact. They clapped together, growing damp with sweat and adding the smack of wet skin on skin to the mix of lurid noises the two were making. The unwanted pleasure was loosening the girl's body up, letting Evelynn move with greater speed without detracting from that forced ecstasy. Droplets of Luxanna's arousal were splattering outwards, beads of it dribbling down the demon's shaft and dripping from her makeshift sack. A veritable spray of her gushing fluids were flinging forth, ensuring Garen could feel the wetness spattering his face through his iridescent prison.
Pap Plap SMAK
The stinging sound of Evelynn's pelvis colliding with Lux's ass only grew louder, the demon working herself into a frenzy. Her plump orbs swung back and forth, jostling from the force of her thrusts. Her blunt cockhead was beating on Lux's cervix, threatening to break down the doors while the demon forced the girl to gaze down at her brother. Demonic prenut was still oozing from her tip in abundance, not just adding to the sopping wet mess, but filling Lux's core with a disturbing heat. Eve's fluids spread along the walls of the demacian's entire tunnel as it smeared along the monster's length, making all that spongy tissue tingle with an unnatural warmth that soothed the muscles even as Evelynn forced them to strain.
Shlopp Shlukk
"He said mages were dangerous. How right he was, just look at him, trapped in a magical prison of your making." Evelynn rasped into her sobbing prey's ear, loud enough for both crownguards to hear. Fingers still stroking tenderly over her outer lips, she slowed her thrusts even as she started putting more power behind them, grinding against her victim's walls with every motion.
Slik Sllch
"He said mages would sell their souls for personal gain. So do it, give me your soul." Evelynn hummed, her shaft pulsating quicker in time with Lux's rising heartbeat. "Better yet, sell me his, surrender yourself to me and I will take you to the very peak of ecstasy." As she spoke, her lashers were tightening. Their tips were growing sharper. Inside of Lux, the demon's cock seemed to ripple, a pulse running from the base to the tip of it, and in its wake her pillar felt less yielding, its tip more pointed.
Lux howled, her insides assaulted by sensations. She thrashed her head about and bucked her hips in a frenzy, trying to do anything to get away from that dick drilling her insides, but succeeding only in impaling herself back and forth upon it, adding to the impression she was enjoying herself. She could see the scowl on her brother's face growing deeper.
Plap Slap Shlikk
"So go on darling. Cum for me. Show your brother just how much fun you're having." Evelynn cooed. She was so close now. She could feel the way Lux's insides clenched and spasmed, the way she was thrashing about and unintentionally riding the demon's dick. She was so near to that most blissful high, which meant it was just about time for Evelynn to harvest her suffering. Her nails were elongating, her maw was growing wider, the flesh of her false face starting to tear around the cheeks, exposing ever more teeth as she readied herself for the kill. She spoke, and her voice rasped with an eerie echo. "Cum for me you depraved, magical whore. Cum for a demon. Cum!"
Luxanna scrunched up her face. She clenched her jaw and grit her teeth. Every muscle in her body tensed and flexed. There was one last wet SMAK as the demon drove her cock home once more, and the mage threw her head back and screamed.
"AaaaahhnnnNNNuuuoohhhnnn!"
It was a loud, guttural moan that finally forced its way out of Lux's throat, her jaw dropping and lips gradually forming an O. Her entire body spasmed and convulsed, spine contorting to thrust her chest forward and ass backwards at the same time. Her pussy lips quivered around that demonic spire like they were trying to milk it, and a spray of her juices gushed out around Evelynn's monstrous length, a veritable stream of it squirting several feet forward and all over Garen's stunned face.
"Hah! Seems like your sister's a squirter." Evelynn cackled, her voice echoing. The time to pluck her pretty flower had come. She'd brought her to the height of pleasure, now it was time for the fall into unending agony. Her nails sharpened in anticipation of the kill while still she taunted the siblings. "No denying that or- Ohhr- Ohhn~!" Evelynn's mocking tone rose an octave, her voice wavering and her eyes widening as Lux's pussy continued to quiver and the girl thrashed and howled on her dick.
What- What was this? The demon hadn't even drawn the first drop of blood yet, but she was already awash in such deliriously ecstatic anguish. The sheer pain flowing through Lux's body for Evelynn to feed off of was something greater than she'd ever experienced, greater than she could ever have imagined. Gourmet dining didn't even begin to do justice to this delectable sensation, this deliciously horrendous agony. This-this wasn't simply fulfilling, it was...
It was orgasmic.
Evelynn's knees buckled and she stooped downwards. Her arms, her legs, her lashers, all of them trembled violently. It took every ounce of strength she could muster to keep from crumpling to the floor in a heap with her prey. Her jaw clenched, rivers of drool spilling through the gaps between her monstrous teeth and down her chin, splattering all over Lux's shoulder. Her golden eyes rolled up into her skull until her irises all but vanished into a sea of black. She grunted and gurgled, making sounds that were far from controlled and flirty, more akin to the snarling and whimpering of a copulating animal. Toes curled and musculature flexed, veins popping all over her body as she lost any sense of composure and beauty, becoming a horrifying mass of bony limbs and sinew. Hissing and howling, rather than sink her claws and fangs into Lux's frail body and shred her to ribbons, she just thrust and slammed the sobbing girl up and down her cock a few more times.
Those pendulous, weighty orbs between the demon's thighs burbled and swelled, their mass nearly doubling, only to contract and pull upwards. The pulsating cum-vein that ran up the length of her shapeshifted cock suddenly swelled at the base, ballooning outwards as something pushed up the length, sliding upwards from her taut sack. Her 'balls' visibly shrank as seemingly three quarters of their mass started forcing its way up her shaft in one solid lump. It made that urethral vein bulge outwards grotesquely as something rolled and squeezed its way up the tube, working an inch further with every desperate thrust Evelynn made into Lux's body.
After a couple inches, it suddenly became difficult to keep pistoning, that fist-sized lump battering up against the demacian mage's already straining pussy lips, but the now frenzied and desperate demon didn't let that stop her. Grunting and stamping a foot into the dirt, her body warped, the muscles in her hips and thighs becoming denser as she pushed and huffed and gnashed her teeth.
Head tilting low, Lux stared down in abject horror through bleary, tear-stained eyes, and just thrashed her head from side to side in terror. Tears and snot streaking down her face, she blubbered and wailed as that engorged lump made her sex ache, turning red and raw from the stretch. "No, st-stop, please, please! No more! It hurts!" She wailed, as if her agonized cries would do anything but turn the demon on even more.
Jaw dropping open and monstrously long tongue falling limply down her chin, Evelynn howled as she finally slammed that bulbous mass past those tender folds, that swollen mass now visible underneath Lux's skin as it continued its tortuous climb, crawling underneath the crownguard's flesh as it pushed further up the demon's dick. Finally reaching the crown of that monstrous cock, Evelynn scrunched up her face, squinting her eyes shut and baring even more teeth as her own body was made to strain. She was so overloaded in sensation that she lost control over her shapeshifting, her pulsating shaft tightening when she needed it to expand and loosen. It made the passage of that lump as difficult on her as it was on Lux. Slowly her cockhead started to widen as that goose egg sized mass forced its way into it. Her cumslit dilating, gushing rivers of oily white slime spilled forth, slickening Lux's insides. It made the girl spasm in pain, the fluid stinging like it was acidic.
Bucking her hips once more, Evelynn jammed her distended urethra right up against her captive's cervix, just as that mass finally began to crest the strained orifice. A solid, black oval, narrower on one side and fatter on the other just like an actual egg pushed through the demon's cock. It shimmered like oil, its rounded 'tip' pressing forcefully against the entryway to Lux's womb. The girl thrashed, but the demon held her tight, her cock convulsing, rippling as it forced that lump through. That viscous, burning fluid somehow made the demacian's cervical opening more pliant, helping it, forcing it to stretch around that egg-shaped swell, though not without its fair share of pain. Lux screamed herself hoarse as it felt like the deflowered virgin was giving birth in reverse, womb opening up to accept that demonic payload.
Then, just as that oily egg crested its widest point past the opening to her cervix, just as the screaming blonde's womb started to close around that obsidian mass, the entire lump rippled, its form turning gelatinous, and then bursting inside her womb like a bubble popping. It splattered every millimetre of her baby chamber in inky black sludge with the density and stickiness of tar. It filled every nook and cranny, burning with even more intensity than the demon's pearlescent slime had, leaving her feeling like her insides were being scalded. As if it wasn't bad enough, still more of that mucousy white grease continued to gush from the demon's now gaping cumslit, pouring directly into Lux's widened cervical opening. There was so much of it that each splurt was audible. Some of it overflowed right back out the way it came, rivers of demonic fuckbatter spilling down and out around that cunt-straining cock right before Garen's horrified eyes. Wads of sloppy, oily film just seeping out from his sister's distended cunt lips, spilling over Evelynn's balls and dropping to the ground in huge gobs. Far, far more still was being pumped into Lux's now blackened womb, filling that tiny chamber up, making it swell, her stomach expanding and cramping to contain it all. Infinitely more watery than the black gummy sludge, it mingled with the denser black tar, helping it to move, churning it all into an oily sludge that not even the demacian's ovaries were safe from, her fallopian tubes widening as that thick gunk was pushed through them to flood her egg chambers in Evelynn's demonic essence.
Once Lux looked like she'd swallowed a watermelon, and the flow of demonic lubricant had slowed to a trickle seeping from the monster's yawning cumslit, Evelynn finally felt her faculties returning. Every part of her felt weak. Her limbs felt slack and numb, and her knees were shaking so much that they were swaying violently. Never in her long existence had she felt so utterly spent. Never had she felt so... satisfied. Her hunger, for the first time in what felt like ages, sated. Head wavering from side to side, her form reverted to that of an alluring femme, muscles and sharp edges softening, her demonic transformation halting and reverting once more into her most commonly preferred guise. Letting her arms and lashers both go limp, she let Luxanna simply fall out of her hands, landing in a heap on the floor. Her still distended cock slopped out of her as she fell, leaving the girl's pussy a gaping crater from which flowed a deluge of demonic semen. Spent cock softening, her still deformed shaft shrivelled, hanging limp between her legs, the widened slit still leaking a steady stream of drizzling oil to pool between her feet. Exhaling a deep sigh, Evelynn glanced down with wavering eyes to admire her handiwork.
Lux huddled on the ground, curling up into the fetal position and clutching her hands over her face. She shivered, quietly sobbing, her insides burning, and her whimpering despair was like a cigarette in the afterglow for the demon. Sliding one set of claws up over her face and through her hair, she combed them through her flame-shaped mop of hair and moaned.
That was utterly divine.
"DEMON!"
Jarred from her post-orgasmic bliss, Evelynn turned her head in the direction of Garen's booming and noticeably ungagged voice, only to see the man charging directly at her. The last lingering traces of Lux's binding light flickered and faded behind him as he tore across the cobblestone path straight at her, greatsword levelled, point aimed to run her through. His face, greased with a film of his own sister's orgasmic spray and the demon's oily spunk, was twisted into a visage of such reddened fury that he looked more than a little devilish himself.
Evelynn was in no shape to fight. She was barely in any shape to even stand. Though force of habit insisted she slaughter her prey before leaving, her hunger was already satisfied. The murder could wait, it was time to leave.
Shadows washing over her, Evelynn used what little strength remained to leap straight into the air, bending her knees and drawing them up to her chest. Garen roared at her, bringing his sword up over his shoulders to swing down and cleave her in two. With arms outstretched, Evelynn swung both lashers in a wide arc in front of her, like a swimmer doing the breaststroke. Striking with such speed that they were practically invisible, the twin bladed tendrils ricocheted off of Garen's plate mail and propelled the demon backwards just as his weapon came down, striking nothing where Evelynn had been less than a second ago. The demon backflipped as she soared through the air and into the shadows, instantly vanishing from sight as she melted into them.
From the safety of the darkness, Evelynn watched the brutish knight stand there, peering unsuccessfully into the gloom for any sight of his quarry, but finding none. Though he still held the hilt of his weapon, his grip slackened, letting the tip of it fall to clatter against the stone. For long minutes he stood there, broad shoulders rising and falling as he heaved with pent up fury and nothing to release it upon. Slowly, he recollected himself, his features turning cold, eyes vanishing into the shadows of his own brow. Stone-faced, he turned to his sister, still mournfully sobbing and shuddering on the ground, and said nothing.
There was another deafening boom, actual thunder this time. Dark splotches started to form all over the garden path as the rainfall finally reached the Crownguard estate. In mere moments, a drizzle became a downpour, drenching both the Crownguard siblings amidst the sizzling sound of rain striking the stone and yard all around them.
Evelynn cackled, her demonic echo ringing in their ears even over the sound of rain and thunder.
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"Hahn- Haah- Hnngh-"
Evelynn gasped for breath as she drunkenly stumbled into an alleyway. Rainwater streaked down her cheeks, while even her ordinarily perfectly coifed hair was drenched and flattened to her scalp, damp locks hanging over her face and giving her bangs. Slumping to the side, she threw her palm out and slapped the marble wall to brace herself. Her chest was heaving as she twisted herself around to lean her back against the stone for support.
This- this was new. She'd never been so out of breath before, never felt so... satisfied. Head tilting back, she let the rain fall into her face while staring up at the sky with manic glee in her eyes. Both hands trembling as she raised them up, running her palms over her cheeks and sliding long nails through her mop of hair. As her fingers briefly passed over her lips, she realized they were twisted into a grin the likes of which she hadn't worn since her first feast. Wide and ecstatic, toothy and ravenous. Though the false dick was gone, crotch shape shifted smooth and sleek once more, she still felt a pulsing in her loins, an excitement that wracked her body.
What- what even was that that had quenched her cravings so? She hadn't even murdered anyone, had barely even drawn blood, and yet she felt more fulfilled than an entire evening's worth of unrestrained murderlust. And yet... this sensation of fullness would fade, and her hunger would return. It always returned. When it did, would she be satisfied with the same bloodshed as always? After tasting a pain so sublime, could she go back to the bland dregs that already struggled to sustain her?
"Hmhmhmhmmh~" The demon let out a soft, instinctively flirty chuckle, one that rose in volume until her cackling laughter could even be heard over the rain by strangers who passed by the alleyway beneath their umbrellas. A few glanced in the direction of the darkened path, but none dared to tread inside that shadowed crevice even as Evelynn's laughter grew louder and more deranged.
She would delight in this pain again. She would find someone who could make her feel like this, even if she had to rip every last demacian apart to do it.
"Miss, is-is everything okay here?"
The sound of a man's voice jarred Evelynn from her deranged reverie, and she turned her head to see the gaunt face of a local constable peering into the shadows of the alleyway with a lantern in hand. The light fell over the demon's face, and she licked her lips hungrily while eyeing the man up and down.
There was a slight rumble in her belly. Even after that meal she had, there was always room for dessert, she supposed. Curling her lips into a coy smile, her eyes took on a hazy pink glow while she retreated deeper into the darkness, crooking one finger to gesture for the officer to follow. He audibly gulped before doing so.
The crowds outside the alley thinned, and soon died down to nothing as people retreated into their homes to hide from the rain.
That's when the screaming started. |
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Tyler swaggered off to the shower stalls and flung his towel over the side wall. He hesitated for a moment. He was starting to develop some exhibitionist tendencies, and he really wanted to keep the curtain open. He wanted to see how many people would watch him as he stood there under the warm stream lathering up each and every long inch of his body. As much as he wanted to give everyone a show they were sure to remember, he also wanted to take stock of his most recent growth spurt. He himself hadn’t even really seen the whole thing. All he knew was that the rate of growth was faster than the rate at which he was lowering the towel in his little striptease.
Tyler closed the curtain behind him and he could hear some audible murmurs of disappointment from behind him. Getting quite the fan club, aren’t you? He thought to himself with a smirk. Somewhere in the back of his mind he felt a dark urge rising. An urge to give them a show they will never forget, but he quickly stifled it. He still hadn’t had the chance to let Jake in on his “little” secret yet. He couldn’t wait to see the look on his face.
Tyler turned on the shower and cranked the heat. He loved a good hot shower. He washed his hair, and then quickly began to lather up and rinse off his body. When it came time to polish the lower horn he took his time, though. He surveyed his now massive tool. He had no idea how long it really was, but it dangled over halfway down his thigh. He had to struggle to keep from laughing. This was just too great to be true. He picked up his cock with both hands and felt its weight. He had his dick draped across both of his open palms and there was still plenty left over on each end to lazily droop down a few inches. It wasn’t just long either. His shaft had to be at least as thick as a can of coke.
Next he checked on his balls. His nuts were amazingly huge now. Each one dangled several inches lower than they ever had before. In order to get a better feel for their size he grabbed one and gave it a light squeeze as he held on to it. Even though they were many times their original size they were just as spongy as ever. Each one was roughly the size of an orange now. There is no way he could hold both in just one hand. He stood there for a minute, a ball in each hand as he shifted his weight back and forth. He raised and lowered each hand in alternating rhythms as if he was balancing the two weights against each other.
Tyler was lost in the feeling. Having a cock and balls that were at least three times their original size also amplified the sensation. He could feel a familiar pressure building up in his dick. Is skin was becoming much more sensitive to the touch. Each pellet of warm water felt like a tiny finger working his shaft. He had been hovering close to a semi since his little stage act on the bench. Now his monster was really springing to life. Some rational part of his mind wanted to fight it. He was still at school after all, and there were so many people who could see him. The partitions in between each little shower were only like five feet high. Anyone could easily look over and see what he was up to.
In spite of the risk, or even possibly because of the risk, Tyler could not hold back. By this point he was almost fully erect. His cock was pointed almost straight out in front of him, bobbing up and down. His dick had always pointed straight up when he was hard, but now it had to fight a much tougher war with the forces of gravity. Despite this it steadily angled farther and farther upwards. He decided to help it along a little. He grabbed his rock hard cock at the base of the shaft. One hand above the other, almost as if he was holding a baseball bat. It was so thick he couldn’t even completely wrap his hand around it. Once it was fully pointed upwards Tyler noticed that the tip of his cock head reached a few inches above his belly button.
Tyler began to pump up and down in a steady, rhythmic fashion. Since he was uncut the skin around the top of his penis massaged the tip for him as it rolled back and forth across the glans like the tide on the beach. He began to dribble pre faster and faster. The smell was more powerful than he could have imagined. It was salty. It was bitter. It was astringent. He could feel the pressure building up in his now hefty orbs. His legs began to feel unsteady. He quickly turned and leaned back against on of the partitions. He reluctantly pulled his left hand off his dick and put it up to his mouth in order to muffle his moans. He moved his right hand up over the tip and let the pre coat his palm. It wasn’t long before his hand was completely covered. Now that his hand was suitably lubricated he pushed the skin down from around the head and moved his palm across the top in a circular motion.
Tyler’s abs began to tighten, his hips began to buck, his balls were pulling upwards as his whole body braced for what was sure to be the biggest orgasm he had ever had. He could feel it. It was time. He quickly slid his hand down from the tip and let nature take its course. He came hard; again and again. Each shot fired straight up in steady bursts. Each stream lasted for a good second or two to itself, and he fired several streams. He tried to count the shots, but after about five or six it became impossible to do so. The pleasure was so great that his mind was fogging up. His eyes rolled back in his head and he felt like he his brain was set to a channel that didn’t pick up a signal; just snow.
A few of the shot hit him square in the face, but most of them fire upwards towards the ceiling. The ceiling in the locker room was a good twelve feet up, and many of the bursts managed to hit it. Many others arced upwards and then came splashing back down. He was being showered in his own semen. It landed all over him; in his hair, on his chest, all up and down his arms and legs. When his finally stopped cumming he let himself slide down the wall, and he just sat there in the shower stall laughing silently to himself.
He was sitting in a pool of his own spunk probably an inch deep. The drain became stopped up early on, and now the excess water was overflowing into neighboring stalls. His balls ached, but still felt so good. His dick was now completely soft and it laid slung out in front of him, soaking in his juices. Tyler closed his eyes and turned his face upward. He continued to laugh silently to himself as the warm shower water and the jizz dripping off the roof continued to rain down on him.
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Tags: [Futa/F] [Rape] [Reluctant] [Rough] [Violence] [Long] [Weirdness] [Robot] [Mind-Control] [Pain] [Blood] [Electricity (I swear there's a specific name for this, I don't know what it is)]
The flickering light of blazing flames reflected in LeBlanc's eyes, staring in awe at the raging woman coming her way. Like a deer in the headlights, she felt paralyzed, unable to look away from her impending doom.
Shyvana's tail trailed behind her, the armoured plates making up her armour occasionally clanking together as she raced towards her prey. Normally singularly focused on victory through combat, her encounter with that fiery noxian was proving quite the distraction. The halfling was lucky if she could release her pent-up need once every few months. It wasn't unusual for her to even go whole years without release. To finally sate her desires here and now of all places, the rush of orgasm mingling with the thrill of battle... She couldn't get it off her mind. Her distraction made her sloppy, and she couldn't believe she'd allowed the sorceress to lead her around for so long like a kite on a string. But now her companions were lost, and the poor mage was all alone, helpless, naked... Her form so nubile...
Again Shyvana found her thoughts turning towards sex. Despite the massive amount of cum she'd already pumped into Katarina's body, the randy half-dragon found herself already craving more. Tending to her needs was so rare, her mind and body were already conditioned to pounce on any opportunity that arose. And here stood LeBlanc, already stripped bare and powerless to resist. Pale, milky skin called out to her, begging to be ravaged, left flushed red with exertion and lovemarks.
Shyvana snarled as she drew close enough to reach out and grasp the sorceress by the collar. The sound jolted LeBlanc as if from a trance. Crying out in fright, she cast Distortion again, vanishing in a flurry of lights to reappear a few feet away. The draconic woman growled, left standing with just LeBlanc's cape clutched between her claws. Not this again.
Her near capture seemed to renew the witch's drive to escape, and she was quickly on the move again. Now without even her cloak to shield herself, there was nothing to obscure the perfect view of her ass to her pursuer. Though still slender and fit, her reliance on magic over muscle left LeBlanc's body a tad squishier than Katarina's, and Shyvana found herself salivating at the thought of plowing that cushy-looking behind, watching it shake with each step.
Gritting her teeth, LeBlanc pushed herself to her limits, cursing on occasion when her view would be obscured by the floating blue stones rotating around her... The golem's magic-augmenting enchantment.. Her eyes widened, as though only just noticing the detail for the first time. Fuck! Cursing her own forgetfulness, her mind was already racing. She'd held back against the dragon, worried about depleting her mana, when she could've tapped into the nearly boundless magical reserves contained within the stones. Certainly by now the enchantment's duration would be nearing its end, but there might still be time to tilt things in her favour.
A plan already formed in her devious mind, LeBlanc waited for the more athletic woman to catch up. Biding her time until she could feel the flames nipping at her feet, the half-dragon's hand outstretched to grab hold of her again. Certain that she had the half-breed right where she wanted, she drew mana from the floating rocks to unleash every spell she knew in quick succession. Whirling around to face her enemy, she swung her staff, launching a powerful blast of arcane energy that staggered her armoured foe and left a magical sigil engraved upon her chest. With a delighted smirk, she vanished in another display of flashing lights, this time appearing behind Shyvana in the blink of an eye.
The sudden burst of magic startled Shyvana, and she stumbled as a small explosion of magical energy rocked the ground near where the sorceress teleported to. Before the demi-human had time to process what had just happened, the arcane symbol LeBlanc's first spell had left upon her breastplate triggered, bursting with all the force of a gunshot to her armoured chest.
The wind knocked from her lungs, Shyvana hissed silently. Split second reaction time was all that saved her from the magician's next spell, diving out of the way to avoid the magically binding chains LeBlanc conjured from thin air to throw at her. Catching herself on all fours, the half-dragon launched herself at the sorceress, hoping to catch her with her superior speed before she could attack again, but the slippery witch vanished, teleporting back behind her once more. In the time it took to stall her momentum and turn back around, LeBlanc had already struck her with another burst of magic, marking her torso with a second sigil.
Staff gripped tightly with both hands, the sorceress sneered, channeling all of her magic through it. Shyvana hadn't even recovered from the first blast when LeBlanc fired another, striking the draconian woman with all her arcane might. Just like the first, the symbol left upon Shyvana's chest triggered simultaneously, the double impact staggering her.
LeBlanc heaved a sigh, a bit of sweat rolling down her brow. It was always underestimated what kind of a toll such heavy use of magic could take on a person, and she was more than a little winded herself. Still, no one ever survived an onslaught like that. The mage grinned confidently. Any moment now, the beaten warrior would collapse to the ground.
Any second now...
She wasn't falling. Why wasn't she falling?! LeBlanc's proud sneer soon melted away. The half-dragon's armour was cracked and dented, steam rising up from the gaps, but she remained standing, glaring at LeBlanc with eyes alight with fury, her orange pools flickering like embers. Clutching a gauntleted hand to her battered chest, Shyvana took a stumbling step forward, as if barely staying upright... Then took off at full speed, charging straight at the witch as though completely unharmed. She was a force of nature, the draconic embodiment of rage itself, and she would not be deterred so easily.
LeBlanc screamed, waving her staff in a panic, but too slowly. The half-dragon pounced, barreling into her at full force. At the moment of collision, the sorceress disappeared in a puff of orange smoke. Shyvana growled, her vision momentarily obscured by the blinding fumes. Though she couldn't SEE the witch, she still felt the thud as her body collided with another, her armour clattering together loudly as they fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs.
Not about to let the bitch get away from her again, Shyvana thrashed, reaching out for anything to grab hold of. A smokescreen was the work of amateurs, and no simple sleight of hand would fool her. Grinning wickedly as one clawed hand wrapped around a bare ankle, the halfling gripped tight and pulled, dragging her unseen prey back as she struggled to her feet and tried to flee.
"I've got you now!" She bellowed, shaking her claw to keep the mage unbalanced. "Let's see you try and slip away now!"
LeBlanc screamed and struggled, trying to pry her leg free of the bestial woman, but Shyvana wouldn't allow it. She yanked the mage's leg out from under her, bringing her back down to the ground and crawling overtop of her to pin the squirming witch down. Clawed fingertips quickly found their way to LeBlanc's wrist, digging into her flesh painfully, forcing her to let go of that pesky stave of hers. Deftly kicking it away, she was left disarmed of both weapon and magic, leaving her completely at the half-dragon's mercy.
A lascivious grin painting her features, Shyvana grasped hold of LeBlanc's hair and shoved her face forcefully into the dirt. "Where are your tricks now, witch?" She spat.
The smoke was clearing quickly, leaving the nude magician bare for the world to see. The glowing runic stones that had circled her were gone too, their duration expiring, Shyvana figured. The inhuman woman gleefully leaned into her captive, her stiff armour pressing into her back, feeling like hot irons against her pale skin. The flames that had burned so hotly around the half-dragon cooled quickly, flickering out lest she incinerate her newest bitch.
LeBlanc scowled, her eyes trained on her weapon, just beyond her reach. She stretched a hand out towards it, fingers trembling, but Shyvana was quick to tighten her hold and slam the woman's arms against the ground.
"Aww, what's the matter? Can't you cast spells without your little toy?" Her ashen lips hovered near LeBlanc's ear, hissing softly. "Don't fret, I'll be giving you a much better staff to play with soon."
The half-dragon cackled, and, despite the warm weight against her, LeBlanc felt a shiver run down her spine. "Disgusting beast, get off of me!" She squirmed and rocked back and forth, but couldn't dislodge the stronger fighter.
Keeping the sorceress's head held down with one hand, she lifted the other to her mouth. Gripping the edge of her gauntlet between sharp fangs, she wiggled her claws out of it and cast it aside. Then she switched hands and did it again.
LeBlanc heard the metal gloves clatter against the ground, and could only wonder what she was up to. Everytime she tried to twist her head or reach for her stave, the half-dragon just slammed her face harder into the dirt. "What are you doing?! If you're planning to kill me, I suggest you hurry up, or I'll make you regret toying with me!"
Shyvana laughed heartily, running her calloused hand down the mage's side, revelling in how smooth and soft her skin felt. So delicate and pale, like a porcelain doll. "Well, you're hardly in a position to be giving commands now." Shyvana said, a smug tone to her voice. "Considering how much trouble you were to catch, I have every intention of taking the time to savour this victory."
Again, LeBlanc felt a shiver course through her as the dragon's long nails gingerly traced the curve of her hips, the swell of her ass. She grit her teeth, preparing herself for the moment those sharp claws would carve into her flesh, a moment that never came. Gliding across her milky thighs with practiced caution, bladed fingertips moved to her lower belly, gently lifting to expose more of the magician's curvy behind to the grinding of Shyvana's armoured pelvis.
LeBlanc fumed. Bent over and shoved in the dirt, could there be anything more humiliating she could do to her? If she didn't know better, she would've swore the halfling was trying to cop a feel. She felt the weight against her back lessen, Shyvana shifting into a kneel while her palm continued to run across the mage's smooth bottom. A wide grin spreading across her face, the half-dragon's fingers slowly made their way lower, sliding between her thighs and brushing past the sorcerer's slit.
"H-hey! Wh-what the hell are you doing back there?!" LeBlanc stuttered. She wiggled her hips and struggled, but Shyvana still wasn't letting her lift her head.
Gingerly trailing her index finger along the pale beauty's labia, she tease her netherlips. LeBlanc's pleasant gasps spurred her on, letting the tip of her nail graze the witch's clit. She kept toying with the mage's sensitive folds, coaxing more soft moans from her. The sounds were almost cute, and Shyvana felt her shaft thud against the inside of her armour.
The sorceress squirmed, a deep red flush marring her features. This felt... Good... She couldn't deny that, but she still didn't like the idea of something as sharp as the dragon's nails so close to something so sensitive. Fists clenched, she grit her teeth, expecting pain any second, and instead she was greeted by a constant stream of pleasure.
Shyvana nearly laughed. She didn't even need to hold her captive down. Her hips were practically pushing back to meet her, the squirming wizard having no clue how to react to her advances. She kept her rubbing gentle, coaxing a trickle of arousal from LeBlanc. Unlike with Katarina, there was no one around who could possibly interrupt them this time, so she intended to tease her a little. There'd still be plenty of time to take her as hard as she pleased after.
One of the half-dragon's digits probed inside of LeBlanc's suddenly damp sex, making her cry out. She had figured the dragon would murder her, or torture her first, but this... She wasn't prepared for this. It burned her that this filthy demacian creature would dare touch her pristine form uninvited, though at least it was intelligent enough to recognize that her pleasure was clearly more important.
The more she thought about it, the more LeBlanc wanted to laugh. Surrounded by such bland and uptight prudes such as those that dwelt within Demacia, Shyvana had probably never even seen someone as desireable as herself before. The poor uncouth fool was probably blinded and overwhelmed by such a perfect reflection of beauty. When she thought about it that way, LeBlanc was almost eager to let her continue. If nothing else, she wasn't unused to having her body serve as a distraction while she plotted her next move.
The stronger woman leaned overtop of the caster again, the hand she'd used to pin her down so forcefully now gripping her shoulders to hold her steady. Reaching her finger as deep as she could, Shyvana explored for the witch's weak spots, tickling her insides and watching her squirm and fidget. Soon she added a couple more, making a slick squishing sound as she buried them up to the knuckle in LeBlanc's drooling snatch. The sorceress clenched, her muscles gripping the half-dragon's digits tightly.
"My my, such naughty sounds you're making." Shyvana whispered into LeBlanc's ear, pausing to nibble on the edge of it. "Are all noxian women so loose? You take some of the fun out of it when you don't fight back." She slid her hand back til just the tips of her fingers remained to tease the mage, holding her so she could feel up her bubbly behind with her palm at the same time.
LeBlanc whimpered and pushed back into her hand, wanting her to reach deeper again. She was shameless in her want, and Shyvana was happy to oblige, reaching deeper again until she heard the mage moaning with lust. "Why would I resist, -aaahh!- when you're so eager to please your aaahhbvious superior." Though broken up by moans, LeBlanc kept her speech haughty and arrogant, despite her position.
"Hmm, is that what you think?" Shyvana laughed, tugging at LeBlanc's ear with her teeth. "I'm just getting you ready my dear, wouldn't want to break my new toy before I had the chance to play with it properly."
"What's that supposed to mean?" The sorceress inquired, but Shyvana didn't respond. Both sets of claws fondled the witch's backside, giving each cheek a playful slap while she knelt behind her prone form. LeBlanc wiggled her body curiously, wondering why the other woman had stopped fingering her. She got her answer quickly enough when her nethers were greeted by Shyvana's tongue.
Pushing LeBlanc's rear higher, Shyvana pressed their lips together in a lewd 'kiss'. She teased at the soceress's folds with light nibbles and slathered her tongue across her opening, tasting her feminine fluids and encouraging more. Longer and thicker than a normal human's but tapering off towards the forked tip of it, Shyvana pushed her tongue inside the noxian's damp cavern, parting her folds while she explored even deeper than her fingers had reached. It slithered like a fat worm, tunneling inside the sorceress and wracking her body with bliss.
"Oh... Ooohh!" LeBlanc howled. Bracing herself, she pushed back to meet the thick organ spearing her sweet honeypot. Her internal walls clamped down, trying to grip it, but it was too slick. It drilled deeper, writhing and grinding into her insides, prodding every spot her fingers had found made the sorceress squeal.
The witch's cream gushed, spilling into Shyvana's open mouth and running down her throat. The half-dragon purred, relishing the tangy taste, her moans sending her tongue reverberating inside LeBlanc's drooling snatch. Claws lightly dug into that smooth bottom, pale skin so pliant under her firm grip. Spreading her luscious cheeks further apart, the statuesque shemale mashed lips together, kissing the mage's nethers passionately while thrusting her tongue deeper. Nose buried in the woman's taint, rubbing across it while she slathered LeBlanc's insides with spit, her mouth flooded with the indigo-haired beauty's arousal in exchange.
It didn't take long at all to turn LeBlanc's box into a sopping wet mess, squelching loudly each time Shyvana crammed her tongue into it. Laying her head down on the ground, the magician dug her nails into the dirt and did nothing to hold back her ecstatic moans. Her eyes rolled up into her skull, and her tongue practically hung from her mouth like a dog. She shook her hips, grinding her pelvis into Shyvana's face eagerly, letting her guzzle girl cum to her heart's content. The half-dragon's tongue corkscrewed and twisted, leaving not an inch of LeBlanc's cunt unattended to. It pressed against her walls and probed until it was nearly tickling her cervix before Shyvana finally pulled it out with a lengthy schluuurp.
"Hey!" LeBlanc gasped. "Don't stop now! I was almost theeeeaaaaaarrrre!" Shyvana dipped a bit lower, quickly tracking down the mage's love button and giving it a kiss, letting LeBlanc interrupt herself with a decadent wail.
"Mnn, such a filthy little slut." Shyvana chuckled darkly, sucking on the witch's delicate little pearl and flicking it with her tongue. She attacked the magician's clit with the same enthusiasm as the damp little hole she was so eager to ream, while her hands worked to unfasten the armour plating around her thighs and waist. Her aching staff was striking the inside of the scarlet mail so hard she could hear the metal ringing.
"Oh, like youuuuu'rrrrre one to talk, such an eeeaaaager muff diverrrrrr..." LeBlanc groaned. So close, so close, almost there... Her breathing sped up, as did the steady stream of girl cum soaking her inner thighs. Just... A bit... More...
Again Shyvana stopped and LeBlanc bellowed. "No, not now! Keep going you stupid brute! I'm right on the edge!" With a fierce scowl, she grit her teeth and kicked one of her legs out. The half-dragon caught it easily by the ankle and deftly flipped her over onto her back. Though she was kneeling, the amazonian proportioned woman towered over the sorceress, and only now, looking up at the stronger fighter, did she see the draconian rod jutting erect from her crotch.
Shyvana grinned and slipped her hands beneath the noxian's bottom. "What did I say bitch? I wasn't doing that for you." She let out a cruel, barking laugh, digging her nails into LeBlanc's flesh deep enough to make her scream and hoisting her up into the air. "Can't go tearing open my new cocksleeve before I've had the chance to break it in. A little preparation here and there'll let you last at least two, maybe three extra rounds before your sloppy cunt gets too worn out to enjoy."
Holding her captive by the ass, Shyvana wavered as she rose up on her feet, trying to gain leverage. The mage struggled and kicked with her legs, trying to throw off their balance and conveniently spreading her thighs for the warrior. The half-dragon stumbled forward, slamming LeBlanc's back into a tree. "Aaagh!" The witch cried out, and Shyvana hissed. Her shemale dick pointed upright, it ground against the frail looking woman's slit. The stiff ridges lining it sawing back and forth against her sex, smearing her cream along the underside of her pole.
Acting on instinct, LeBlanc placed her hands atop Shyvana's shoulders, who grinned in approval. "Well, you wanted more, did you not?" She growled. The disgusted look of indignation of LeBlanc's face made this all the sweeter. "Well you're about to get your wish."
LeBlanc opened her mouth to curse, but found it suddenly full. The half-dragon lunged forward, lips pressing together in a fierce kiss. "Mmnnph! Nnh!" The mage's tongue thrashed about while she tried to speak. It was soon met by Shyvana's much larger one, the aggressive fighter stuffing LeBlanc's mouth with the slimy organ. It wrestled and pinned the human's down while it explored, licking at her gums and probing the insides of her cheeks, pushing them outwards. The witch struggled and turned her head, but Shyvana adjusted at every twist, not letting her break the kiss. Her tongue thrusting to the back of her throat and pulling back with a schluurp, letting the mage taste herself as her cream mixed with saliva rolled off the pink appendage and pooled on her tongue.
Even while she wrestled LeBlanc's sharp tongue into submission, Shyvana was grinding their bodies together incessantly. The deceitful magician's bare breasts were mashed roughly against the demacian's breastplate, squished against the hard, hot metal. Claws kept squeezing at her ass cheeks and thighs, manoeuvring her legs into position so that she wouldn't be able to move them in any way save to wrap them around the half-dragon's torso. Shyvana's inhuman cock continued to rub across her prey's slit, keeping her wet and aroused despite her struggles. The ridges that encircled it, designed to scoop out the seed of her competitors, also made the most wonderful little stimulators. Rubbing at her netherlips while the crown pressed against her clitoris repeatedly.
Shyvana could barely contain herself any longer. Every moment she spent teasing this little wench was torturing herself tenfold. The urge to plumb her depths overwhelmed her, and she decided she'd held back long enough. Hiking her fuck puppet a couple inches higher, tree bark scraping uncomfortably against her spine, she stood up on her toes and aligned the pointed tip of her staff with LeBlanc's sticky honeypot. The witch twisted her head, screams still muffled by Shyvana's tongue. The woman's netherlips kissed the head of the dragon's dick, and the last of her restraint vanished. Snarling like a beast, she dropped the mage onto her cock, spearing her in one swift motion.
Glistening folds parted and stretched, spread by the half-dragon's throbbing tool. It shot upward through the fair-skinned beauty's love canal, the bumps that lined it chafing the woman's insides. A deep moan rumbled in Shyvana's throat, while LeBlanc's eyes bulged out of their sockets. That needy length sinking into her depths with enough force to wind her, Shyvana's warm breath the only air to replace it. Their tongues still slapping together wetly, the schlucking sound simultaneously repulsing LeBlanc while arousing the brutish halfling.
Shyvana steadied her grip, kneading the illusionist's buttocks in her palms. A full foot of dragon cock buried inside of her, the outline of it visibly stretched the magician's flat, supple belly. It felt like her innards were being rearranged to accommodate it, pointy cockhead kissed by the opening to her womb. The warrior growled into the lewd embrace, and slowly her dragonhood retracted from the soft cavern it had claimed. When only the crown remained, she thrust forward, slamming LeBlanc back into the tree while battering her cervix.
Mud shifted beneath her boots, her heels indenting the ground as the half-dragon savoured her conquest. Her hips were forceful and swift, skin slapping against skin with each aggressive shove. She kept her tongue crammed down the mage's throat to keep her from running her mouth until even the half-dragon found herself struggling to breathe. Her breath quickened and she broke the kiss, panting while she pummeled her sopping wet sex.
Her voice no longer muted, LeBlanc tilted her head back and screamed aloud. Her hair tussled and bobbing in time with her body, bouncing in the dragon's hold. Her hands tightened, scratching Shyvana's armour with the same musical intonation of nails on chalk. Each thrust made her wince, coarse bark scraping her back. Her knees bent, legs locking around Shyvana's waist as she continued to drive her heated prick into LeBlanc's core. Sweat glistened on both champions' skin, the cool spring breeze negated by the heat that was practically radiating from the half-dragon's body and the exhertion from the primal act. It made her hair cling to her skin and rolled down the magician's brow to sting her eyes, while her aggressor developed a bright sheen all over her ashen form. Still mostly armoured, it was even worse for Shyvana, gathering beneath her chestplate and streaming into her cleavage. The tail-like appendage at the back of her helm flicked to and fro, tip-toeing the line between decorative apparel and an actual part of her body.
The oak made a dull thud each time the pale woman was slammed into it. It shook with each forceful thrust, its branches stirring and loosing leaves occasionally from its canopy. Hips a blur of movement, Shyvana attacked her lovedoll's lips again, nipping at the bottom one aggressively. To let her passions run wild and sate the primal need that burned within, the half-dragon wished so dearly that she could do this more often. Her status as an outcast, even despite her close friendship with the crown prince of Demacia, made this an impossibility. And so she planned to savour each and every second that she spent with this indigo-haired jewel. She'd ravage the noxian wench to her heart's content, and leave her so broken and listless that she'd effectively be defeated in combat. It was win-win.
Despite the brutal affair, LeBlanc screams were distinctly ecstatic. Shrill moans of bliss punctuated every breath. Though she was stretched near the breaking point and repeatedly crushed against the hard wood, the half-dragon left her fulfilled in a way that she so rarely was, especially on the Fields of Justice, where she could usually expect penetration to be more literal and bloody. She wondered if she would've been envious, to have possibly missed out on such a euphoric ravashing. Soft, pliable muscles squeezed as best they could, only to be forced apart. Shyvana's needy girlcock spread her so wonderfully, sliding in deceptively easily, only for its ridges to scrape at her sensitive nerves on the way back out. Her muscles spasmed and clenched, resisting its exit, only for the mage to croon as it speared her again.
The half-dragon's firm butt cheeks clinched together as she drove herself forward with every ounce of strength in her muscular form, her scaled testicles swinging forth and occasionally smacking LeBlanc's ass if she pulled her down hard enough to greet her cock. Her sac churned with her draconic essence. Despite the titanic quantity of cum she'd already pumped into her earlier catch, she was already pent-up with need once more. Her mythical heritage gave her unnatural stamina and volume, which only served to add to the frustration of breeding so infrequently, when her biology practically demanded satisfaction several times a day. She channeled her displeasure into rage, fueling her battlelust and driving her to fight excessively to make up for her intimate shortcomings, which only served to leave her feeling even more bottled-up, as she left herself without even the time for self-pleasure, feeding a vicious cycle of fury and bloody combat. And it ensured that she could copulate for an entire day and still not completely sate her sexual appetite.
Between the heat, the horns, and the strength, LeBlanc felt like she was being defiled by a demon, and she was loving every second of it. Who'd have thought a demacian of all people could be so brutish and forceful? Such a prim, proper people, always putting on such a moral face, she always imagined sex with one would be like trying to fuck a plank of wood. She made a mental note to keep some demacians alive for entertainment purposes, after she took control of Noxus and crushed its enemies beneath her heel. Noxians respected power, and there was nothing but contained in Shyvana's brutal lovemaking. Her pelvis was sure to be left bruised, her back scratched up and red, and her ass lined with light cuts and claw marks. All in all a pretty good fuck, the mage thought. Unlike Katarina, born and raised in nobility, she had no qualms expressing her enjoyment with passionate moans. As she got into the rhythm, she even managed to time things so that she could push back against the half-dragon each time she dragged the witch down onto her waiting prick, slamming it even harder into her beaten tunnel. There was a perverted squish each time, her gushing juices spilling out on penetration, and even more pulled outwards when Shyvana retreated, clinging to the ribs along her hardened length.
Legs locked around her rapist's waist, if it could even be called rape at this point, LeBlanc wrapped her arms around her neck and pulled their bodies tighter together. Her pink areolas ground roughly against the warrior's plate mail, her bosom uncomfortably flattened by the sturdy metal. Each time she was impaled, Shyvana could feel her own shaft against her flexed abs, separated only by LeBlanc's distended stomach. She didn't question how eagerly, or easily, the mage's pussy managed to swallow her pole, only relishing in the exquisite feel of her vaginal walls gripping her shaft so snugly. The slick juices flowing down her length dripped from her overfilled balls, muddying the dirt at her feet.
“Yeah... Yeah... That's it... Harder!” LeBlanc's gasping voice caught Shyvana off guard. While it was clear that she was enjoying herself almost as much as the half-dragon, she hadn't expected the mage to admit it so readily. “Come on... Fuck me!” Her voice grew more shrill with each passing second, her orgasm nearing under the steady pounding.
“If you insist...” Shyvana's voice was just as ragged. She pressed her lips to the magician's throat, peppering her supple skin with rough kisses. Nibbling and sucking on her flesh, she left dark, bruising love bites in her wake. LeBlanc tilted her head to the side, exposing even more of her neck to the half-dragon's amorous advances. That slimy tongue quickly going to work again, leaving a trail of spit behind while it was drug up and down her skin. Leaning LeBlanc's full weight against the tree, Shyvana moved her hands to grip the oak instead, letting her dig her sharp talons into the bark of it as viciously as she desired, without turning her cocksleeve into a bloody mess. She didn't slow her movements in the slightest, continuing to batter the witch, plugging her hole again and again. Her insides were so soft, so malleable, they contrasted so sharply with the half-dragon's spire of flesh. As hard and unbending as steel. Yet, as soft and wet as her innards were, they could still grip so firmly, squeezing and stroking Shyvana's stiff rod. Each rib ground and scraped away at the woman's g-spot, stroking it multiple times with each thrust, while the tip jabbed at her cervix, demanding entry to better inseminate the eggs inside.
“Yes... Yes yes yes yes...” LeBlanc shrieked. “More! Almost... Almost theeeeere!” The air around them reeked of sweat. The wet smacking of their hips echoing between the trees. Certainly, the magician's slick tunnel was hot, but it felt cool inside compared to the searing heat of Shyvana's hot, iron-hard length. The width of it ensure not an inch of LeBlanc's interior went unscratched, unmolested by those knobby ridges or the tapered crown itself. A hand crept low, fingers scrabbling for a gap in Shyvana's armour, somewhere to hold onto as her body was jerked about by the onslaught, while the other crept up the back of the half-dragon's head. It grabbed at one massive horn, using it for a desperate handlebar to steady herself with.
Shyvana growled ferociously. She was so close herself, so near to release. Mouth agape, fangs bared, she dug her teeth into LeBlanc's shoulderblade, gripping her like an alpha wolf would claim its bitch. The witch howled in fresh pain, and the half-dragon's blood tasted the slightest hint of coppery blood from where her sharp teeth broke the skin. The vicious rutting continued, nailing the mage even harder if that was possible. She would peak soon... So very soon. But she was determined to push the sorceress over the edge first, to leave her a screaming, orgasming wreck begging for more, pleading for the half-dragon to seed her. Pre-cum bubbled and oozed from her tip in great globs, spitting inside of the fertile woman. It mingled with LeBlanc's free-flowing juices, slicking the dragon's pole and turning her cunt into a frothy, bubbly mess. Off-white liquid foaming around her speared entrance.
Suddenly, LeBlanc's face twisted. It became first a look of discomfort, eyes squeezed shut and chewing on her bottom lip, then one of panic. Her eyelids flung open and her boots tapped at Shyvana's back, as if urging her on faster. “So close... Come on... Faster... Faster! Not much more... Not much...” Her voice took on an almost whimpering tone, though it wasn't Shyvana she was pleading with. “Almost... Out of time... Not now! Just a bit... More!”
Were the half-dragon in a more coherent state of mind, the witch's words might have been troubling to her. But in her current state, the only thought on her mind was sex. Fucking. Breeding. The need to unload and flood her new bitch with her molten seed. She ignored the woman's babbling and thrust faster. Her hips just one grayish-blue blur, she angled her thrusts to drive her prick as deeply as possible, her cockhead battering LeBlanc's sweet spot a dozen times in half as many seconds, and at last driving the sorceress to the euphoric high she sought.
Head held high, LeBlanc moaned, her muscles twitching as though sparks crackled through her body. “Ooooohhh Gooooood, yesssss!” Her spine curled, and every muscle in her body pulled taut. A powerful shudder rocked her very core, and a fresh torrent of girl cum soaked Shyvana's ribbed piston. The vulgar squelches her cunt made only grew louder from the additional lubricant, and the half-dragon roared in triumph.
“Yes! Good girrrl... “ Shyvana rasped, still inching her way towards her own mind-numbing orgasm. “Mnnn, I don't think I'm ever going to let you go. I made that mistake once already today...” Shyvana's breathing was laboured, her chest heaving for the air she needed for each word. “I should never have let that beautiful red-head go. I should've finished fucking her into submission.” Though her head hung heavy from exhaustion, LeBlanc's brow cocked upwards. Is that where Katarina had been when she needed her? Off whoring herself out? She made a mental note to exact her revenge upon her 'ally' when they met up again. “But I won't repeat that mistake... You'll be mine forrreverrr...” The half-dragon's voice growled lustfully, tilting her own head back and enjoying the way that spasming pussy milked her cock.
LeBlanc's haughty laughter nearly broke the lust-crazed haze that had descended over Shyvana's mind, drawing her attention back to the mage's face. Her head was tilted down so her brow and tangled locks cast shadows over her eyes, but her egotistical smile was bright and clear. She stayed silent for a moment, as if to catch her breath after such a powerful orgasm, but when at last she looked up into Shyvana's eyes and spoke, her voice was eerily clear and calm. “A bit presumptuous, don't you think? I'd think you'd have to catch me before proclaiming ownership.”
Shyvana gave a hard thrust, staggering the sorceress's voice with a sudden moan. Her lips curled into a sneer, and she raised a hand to caress LeBlanc's violet tresses. “Oh? That's funny, you look pretty caught to me. Sure feeeeeeels that way too!” The half-dragon laughed giddily, her hips hammering away at the mage. It was her turn to cum now, and it wasn't far off.
LeBlanc shook her head, alternating between moaning and laughing at the demacian's naivety. “Silly beast, I escaped twenty minutes ago. While you've been playing with your own delusions, I've been off hunting down your friends.”
“...what?” Shyvana paused. Shaking her head, she redoubled her efforts, pounding the bitch's sopping cocksleeve even harder. LeBlanc was just messing with her head. She wouldn't listen, she wouldn't fall for any more of the magician's tricks.
“Ohhh, yesss! Do keep that up!” LeBlanc cackled, holding her arms back and hugging the tree in reverse, holding herself steady for the half-dragon. “Sorry to say, but I'm just an illusion. Mnn, I really should thank you. Usually when I'm summoned, it's just to serve as some barbarian's punching bag while I, the real me that is, make my escape. I must say, you've done a wonderful job making this far more entertaining than usual.”
No. No no no. Shyvana shook her head. She wouldn't be fooled. She wouldn't believe this harlot's lies. She was so close now. So close! She'd claim this wench as her own and break her sense of worth for telling such falsities. She was just trying to distract her from her much needed release, to trick her into releasing her captive. She wouldn't... She couldn't! Not now, not when she could feel her balls churning, her lust reaching its crescendo.
“Really, you've done such a good job, I feel bad that I couldn't return the favour. At the very least, I'd have loved to play a little longer.” LeBlanc sighed and shifted her hips. The half-dragon was slamming her right into the tree now at full force, momentum alone rendering her hips unstoppable. “Alas, looks like time's up. Such a pity.”
Shyvana ignored her. Or tried to. Why wouldn't she shut up? Why wouldn't she cease her incessant yammering? She grit her teeth and twisted her head. Eyes screwed shut, she tried not to let the mage's words get to her, but they crept into her mind and ate away at her, distracting her just enough to keep her from reaching her plateau. She redoubled her efforts, only hilting inside the woman's wet slit even harder, as if racing against some invisible clock.
“Mnnn, it's been a blast darling. Another time perhaps?” LeBlanc grinned from ear to ear, waving a hand in front of the halfling's face. “Ta-ta!” The magician's entire body shimmered and grew transparent, fading away right before Shyvana's glowing eyes.
“No. No! Almost there, so close...!” Shyvana hissed, feeling the onset of her orgasm. Her balls tightened, on the edge of blowing her load. “I'm about to cummm...” She pulled her hips back for one final thrust, the last she needed to nudge her gently over the precipice, and slammed home...
...Only LeBlanc's illusion was already gone, nothing there save a strong, unyielding tree.
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An anguished roar reverberated throughout Runeterra. All across the continent, men (and some 'women') ceased their daily routines and winced from some phantom pain. Though they knew not why, each of them paused and cradled their groins. All as one, they murmured, “...Ouch.”
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Twigs and foliage cracking underfoot, Katarina maintained her dogged retreat. She was thankful she at least still had her boots, if nothing else. She'd be hard pressed to keep her current speed if she had to worry about sharp sticks or stones jabbing the soles of her feet. Ducking beneath low-hanging branches and leaping over fallen logs, she never slowed, always afraid that just behind her could be a horny half-breed, her deranged sister, or a yordle packing a giant cannon.
It wasn't until she heard the scream that the woman finally paused. Slowing to a halt, she turned in the direction of some agonized wail, like the death cry of some savage beast. She didn't know what fiendish creature could make such a terrifying sound, but something about it brought a smile to her face.
Alas, that brief pause, that momentary lapse in motion, was all it took for the mercenary's fears to be realized.
"Ravage!"
An eerie, unnatural voice cried out, startling Katarina. She turned to face it, catching only the slightest glimpse of silver and gold before a metallic sphere cracked her in the face, knocking her flat on her ass and out like a light.
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No horrifying nightmares tormented Katarina in her sleep this time, though the vision that greeted her upon waking left her unconvinced that she wasn't still dreaming. A glowing blue eye hovered an inch away from her face, extended on a long stalk from a metallic sphere. Roughly the size of her torso, it hovered silently in the air. She gazed into its eye, and it looked back at her unerringly. She heard the whirrs and clicks of servos activating inside of it, a series of razor sharp blades suddenly ejecting from its sides and spinning around it wildly, the orb twirling in the air like a buzzsaw. Katarina screamed, throwing herself backwards, striking up against something hard with a metal clang.
"The Ball wants to play."
Cowering away from the whirling death orb, Katarina tilted her head to look up upon hearing that auto-tuned voice once again.
Looming over her was a woman clad entirely in silver and gold... Wait, no, she wasn't wearing metal, she was made of it! Steel, iron and silver molded into the shape of a dainty ballerina, with joints and artificial hair crafted from bronze and gold. Her elbows, shoulders, knees... Hell, all her joints were nothing more than bronze balls fitted into empty sockets in her limbs, leaving her double-jointed at each connection and freakishly flexible. Her skin, if it even could be called that, was just sheets of metal bolted to the framework underneath. The rivets and screws that held it in place could still be spotted in some places. Despite her artificial nature, whoever constructed her had still taken the time to fashion for her a suitably alluring bust, possessing all the right curves form a luscious pair of shiny breasts, but none of the softness or malleability. Strangely, her torso didn't seem to be connected her lower body at all, but rather, it hovered in place above. Though there was nothing connecting the two segments of her body, and yet it stayed perfectly in place, not deviating from where it should be in the slightest. Her hair, if it could even be called that, was as solid and steely as the rest of her. Gold encircling her metal skull, shaped into a neck length bob-cut, with a tiny pony-tail at the back, and parted at her forehead into a pair of bangs which perfectly framed her silvery visage. Her face was constructed to appear young, with sharp, angular features. The most disconcerting thing about her were her eyes though. Never blinking, glowing with an inhuman, cold blue light.
Katarina was pressed right up against the mechanical woman's legs. Just an inch higher was the closest thing to 'clothing' the creature possessed. There was no fabric, just a series of jagged, golden spikes, each shaped like the hand of a clock and jutting outwards, like the crude framework of a mechanical skirt with each spike resembling a pleat. Without warning, the skirt began to buzz and whirr, spinning around the automaton and slicing the air like a razor blade. A few strands of scarlet hair floated down before Katarina's eyes, and she shrieked again, diving away from the deadly blades.
Orianna, the Lady of Clockwork, watched Katarina with bemused interest. Even when she stood still, the robotic woman was never not in motion. Her arms and legs jerked sporadically, arbitrarily twisting and bending as if she were unable to control it. Like the idle twitches of an ordinary human ramped up to eleven. At times her whole body would twist and rotate, and sometimes it was just her head, spinning 360 degrees only to continue staring at Kat eerily. Whenever her movements slowed by even the tiniest bit, she would twist both arms behind her back and grab hold of a giant key jutting from her spine, using her unnatural flexibility and strength to twist it and rewind her clockwork innards, complete with the tick-tick-ticking of gears grinding away inside her chassis.
Though she was created to be a fascimile of human life, Orianna felt more like a mockery of it.
"Oh God, what fresh hell is this..." Kat murmured. The sphere zoomed past her head, the spinning blades knicking her ear as it went. The assassin cringed and pressed her hand to the cut, finding it thankfully minor. Ignorant of the wound it had inflicted, the orb circled Orianna, hovering higher as it rose to the same level as her head, then turned to watch Katarina with deadly focus.
Orianna, for her part, seemed oblivious to the killer intent with which the Ball eyed the nude woman. The Ball's spinning blades retracted back into itself and she wrapped her arms around it, leaning her head into it and nuzzling with the metal object like one might coddle a pet. While she cuddled with the sphere, she kept watching Katarina, and the assassin did not like the way she was looking at her, eyeing her like a little girl who'd just been gifted a pretty new doll to play with.
"Why are you naked?" Orianna asked. The question startled Kat out of her terrified gaze, and she leapt to her feet, ready to defend herself. Orianna's head cocked to the side, and she raised herself up on the toes of one foot, arms out outstretched. Spinning like a top, she slowly inched closer to the red-head, her bizarre movements only freaking her out even more.
"Stay the hell away!" Katarina screamed at the top of her lungs. She backed off slowly, hands up to protect herself from the myriad sharp edges orbiting Orianna.
The clockwork ballerina kept up her continuous twirl. One leg held high and bent at the knee, she raised both hands over her head, fingertips just narrowly touching, and sped up her deadly dance. Her foot left a groove in the dirt behind her as she raced towards Katarina. Just as she would've come into range for the weaponized skirt to slice the flesh and blood girl to ribbons, she stopped, standing perfectly still with her back to Katarina. Before the assassin could react, she bent over backwards, her head twisting and tilting back at an impossible ninety degree angle to stare upside down into Kat's face.
Visibly shaken, the noxian quaked in her boots while Orianna repeated her question. "Why are you naked?" The automaton's face was a marvel of techmaturgy. Despite the seemingly unyielding materials it was composed of, she was able to imitate human facial expression remarkably well. It was only her dead, coolly lit eyes that gave the facade an air of wrongness. Now, it was a confused, yet intrigued look she bore.
"Wh... What?" Katarina took another step back, and watched in horror as Orianna's body twisted and turned, her torso and skull rotating until her front faced the noxian, leaning forward so that she was right up in Kat's face. Still, her torso and legs seemed to somehow remain stable, connected and yet not.
"Are you trying to attract a potential mate? Orianna tried once. She did a special dance where she took off all her clothes to entice a boy." Though the robot spoke of herself in the third person, there was a sense that she wasn't truly talking about herself at all. "Daddy scolded her. Only naughty, promiscuous harlots take off their clothes before they get married. Are you a naughty, promiscuous harlot?"
Orianna's face inched closer, and Katarina went berserk, shoving the clockwork creation away from her. "Get away you walking lawnmower!" Orianna stumbled and fell, twisting into a heap of tangled limbs as she fell to the ground. Kat didn't hesitate to press her advantage, turning tail and fleeing down the nearest pathway.
"Oh dear, now you've gone and made the ball angry." Orianna's voice never truly changed its tone. The auto-tuner that produced it fluctuated in intonation, but it was practically random, and didn't reflect her emotions properly... Assuming she even had any. It was as though the words were fragments pulled from different sentences and strung together to form new ones, without changing the inflection.
On command, the Ball focused its view on Katarina and flew at her. The clicks and whirrs of its internal motors the only warning sound she got before it bowled her over, crashing through her legs and sweeping them out from under her. She hit the ground with a dull thud and a grunt. "Oww... Why does that keep happening to me?"
By now Orianna had disentangled herself and was back up on her feet, happily skipping towards the fallen assassin. "I have a fun game we can play. I think you will like it."
"Oh no..." With the Ball circling in the air overhead, Katarina moved to plan B. Though she was unarmed, she still had a trick or two up her sleeve. She waited, prone and helpless looking, for Orianna to get a bit closer, and once she was in range, the assassin vanished in a red blur. Calling on her training, she used the shunpo technique she'd been taught to briefly leap through the air faster than the human eye could track, reappearing behind the automaton. It was the same trick she'd used earlier when attempting to flee from Shyvana, springboarding off of the mechanoid's back.
Unfortunately, it had just as much success as the last time too. Orianna's eyes were anything but human, and she easily tracked the mercenary's movements. Her head spun around to follow Katarina, and her arms bent backwards, grabbing hold of her ankles when she tried to launch herself. Her strength enhanced by steel and servos rather than weak, squishy muscle, she stopped Kat's momentum dead in its tracks and lifted her up over the automaton's head, swinging her back down and slamming her into the dirt at Orianna's feet in one fluid motion.
"You wish to play the mating game, do you not? That is why you are naked." Orianna continued without missing a beat, as if she didn't even realize Katarina had just attempted to escape from her. "I wish to play too. I will help you."
"Uuungh... What are you talking about?" Katarina groaned. "Mating? What?"
Orianna grabbed her by the wrists, lifting her up to her feet. "Daddy says that girls who play the mating game without being married are bad. Orianna was a bad girl who misbehaved. I am not bad. I am a good girl." Through the lens of her eyes, one could practically see the gears in Orianna's head turning. "Boys do not get scolded when they play the game, so I will play the boy. I will play the boy and be your mate. Doesn't that sound fun?"
"What? Oh God... Oh God no!" Katarina struggled hard against Orianna's grip, but her hold was too strong. She pinned her fellow champion's arms to her side and pulled her in close. Her skirt had ceased its deadly rotation, and she easily squeezed the fleshy meatbag in between two of the sharp edges. Arms wrapping around her, Katarina was trapped in a cold embrace, unable to even squirm lest she cut herself on one of the sharp blades on either side of her.
"So strange. You say no, but you are naked. This means you wish to play." Orianna cocked her head to the side, still wearing a bewildered look. Suddenly her eyes lit up, and she smiled, finally understanding. "Of course. The word no is a frequent precursor to sex. In this game, no means yes! Such a silly game!"
"No no no!"
"Yes yes yes!" Orianna laughed, a repetitive, monotonous sound, while Katarina wildly shook her head head.
If no was positive... Thinking fast, the woman stopped and started nodding. "Yes yes!"
"Double yes! Eeeeeee!" Orianna's voice box attempted to mimic the excited squeal of a little girl, but the sound came out distorted, more like an terrifying shriek. "This will be fun!" Her arms locked around Kat's waist, she tightened her hold, squeezing the air out of her. Their bodies crushed together, Kat's bosom was squished against Orianna's unforgiving chest, her nipples stiffening from contact with the cold metal.
"Please no, don't do this..." Her voice barely more than a whisper, Katarina was lifted off the ground by the force of Orianna's hug.
"You will see. I will be a very good boy for you. I have all of the necessary parts." The clockwork robot started to rattle, her insides clanging together. There was a slight whoosh sound, a panel beneath Orianna's skirt sliding out of place. Still acting upon some crude mimicry of human behaviour, she leaned in for a kiss, her icy lips pressing against Kat's cheek when she twisted her head away. "No kiss? I understand. We've only just met afterall."
Orianna's hands crept down the small of Katarina's back, taking a firm hold of her toned behind. Pulled so close that their loins were grinding together, the assassin felt something poking between her thighs, something not nearly as alien to her anymore as she wished it was. A hard, cylindrical tube, made from the same sturdy silver metal as the rest of her, emerged from the open panel in Orianna's crotch. It was shaped vaguely similarly to a human phallus, but formed from whatever extraneous parts had been lying around during her construction. The tube-like shaft was unnaturally smooth plastic, devoid of the bumps and the pliable skin of a real penis. Wires spiralled up the length of it, crudely resembling veins. It narrowed near the base, a second, thinner tube connecting it to the gears and circuitry inside of her. The whole thing was topped with a gold-coloured, silicone knob, loosely shaped like a human's, and possibly the only remotely soft part of Orianna's entire body. To an extent, it sort of reminded Katarina of a plastic toy her sister had owned once, one she'd shamefully borrowed between assignments to help ease her stress. It was even complete with a wide slit at the end of it, though Katarina couldn't imagine (nor did she want to try) what would come out of it. Completing the illusion were Orianna's 'testicles', really just a pair of motionless gears jutting out halfway from the opening in her crotch just below her cylindre dick. Like so much of Orianna, the whole thing bore only the crudest resemblance to humanity, as though created by someone who took only the most cursory glance at the real thing and then tried to recreate it from memory. Katarina even wondered if it was perhaps a modification Orianna had made to herself instead of part of her default construction.
"Oh God, why do you even have that?" Katarina was flipping out. This had to be a nightmare. How did every other woman she encountered have a dick? This one wasn't even alive and she had one!
"I don't understand. All boys have a penis. So I must have one too if I am to play the part." Orianna retorted. She cocked her head and gripped the assassin's ass in her steely hands. Hefting her up into the air, she tried to angle the her mechanical cock to penetrate the woman's slit, the bulbous tip seeking out her opening.
"No, I mean... Whyyyyy?!" Katarina wailed. Her feet dangled an inch off the ground, squeezing her legs together to keep the invader out. Their loins bumping together, Orianna's shaft kept sliding harmlessly along her belly, occasionally prodding at her navel.
The robot scowled, humping forward but unable to get anywhere near penetration. “This position seems inefficient.” She complained during the struggle. Despite her exuberance, the mechanics of intercourse were lost on her. They had all the right parts, yet they did not fit together as easily as expected. A quick glance downwards enlightened her, her face reverting to its somewhat chilling neutral expression once the problem was solved. “Your legs are positioned improperly. I will fix this.” Casually dropping Kat, she gave her a hard shove and threw her to the ground.
Katarina grunted when she hit the ground on her left side, with one of her arms pinned underneath her. Before she could even push herself off of it, Orianna's weight came crashing down on top of her. Though her figure and movements appeared dainty, her sturdy iron construction made it feel like being sat on by a sack of bricks. She took a firm hold of Kat's ankle and lifted, raising it up high and pushing back til her foot was dangling just above her head. The mercenary winced. There was a limit to her flexibility, and the machine nearly had her doing the splits.
Orianna straddled her thigh and leaned forward, resting Katarina's upraised leg against her sturdy bosom and letting the weight of her floating torso keep it pinned. “Yes. This is better.” Keeping one hand on the noxian's ankle to steady it, she braced herself against the ground with the other.
Realigning her metal pole with the its target, Orianna suddenly paused. Spotting the hints of a tattoo upon Katarina's left side, she reached down to trace the black lines of ink with her fingertips. The extravagant, though vague, image seemed to stretch from her hips up her side to her chest, though it was partially obscured from being pinned down on that side. “How strange. You did not have this.”
Katarina grimaced, just an inch away from being skewered by her steely pole, finding the robot chose the strangest time to suddenly become enamoured by her body art. “What are you talking about? I've always had that.”
“No. You did not. It was not there minutes ago.”
The assassin just stared at the android as though she were crazy... Which she kinda was. “Nno? I've had that for ages.”
Confused, Orianna's eyes glowed brighter as she searched through the records she possessed on all enemy combatants. She remained still and silent for a moment, and Katarina wiggled anxiously, testing to see if there was any chance for escape. Just as she thought she might wiggle her other arm free, Orianna's focus returned, pushing down on her harder. “My error. You have always had that.” And just like that it was forgotten, chalked up to a momentary fault with her optics, and Orianna returned her attention to the task at hand.
In this position, her mechanical prick had little difficulty finding the woman's slit, though she still found her objective difficult to accomplish. It had been long enough since her last encounter that any trace of Kat's arousal had faded, but the artifical woman seemed undeterred. Her attempt to go in dry was met with difficulty, Katarina's lips refusing to part easily for her. Oblivious to the pain it would cause, she pushed her hips forward anyways. She was not even an inch deep when Kat screamed from her unlubed entry. She smiled in misunderstanding, a frightening expression upon her heartless face. “Yes. Moan. You enjoy this.” Her hips bucked jerkily, quickly thrusting back and forth, forcing herself even deeper.
Katarina scowled and swung her free hand at Orianna, striking her with a loud ding and immediately recoiling her fist in pain. “Aah! Damnit,” she hissed, “you stupid piece of scrap! Stop! Pull out!”
Orianna looked down at her quizzically. “I do not understand. You wish to play. Why do you protest?” The whirring of her motorized flanks accompanied each thrust, continuing automatically through her confusion. Each motion was exact and identical, reaching the same depth and force every time. Katarina had thought Shyvana had been rough, but Orianna was merciless, without any concept of empathy or pain. She pounded the assassin's sex relentlessly, giving no hint that she even felt the painful friction burn she was inflicting.
“Fffuck, it huuurts!” Katarina shrieked and sobbed, her eyes watering from the pain. As terrible as her previous encounters had been, she'd take any of them again in a heartbeat over being raped by an unfeeling machine. And any attempt to fight back just left her fist throbbing, while the android looked like she didn't even feel it. Her breasts bounced with each lurching thrust, rolling around her chest unconstrained.
Though her outward appearance remained unchanged, her plunging hips ceaseless in their drive, Orianna was conflicted inside. Her understanding of the game was that it was a pleasant sensation for all. Yet her partner insisted she was in pain. Had she done something incorrectly? Had she inserted herself into the wrong hole? That was a common mistake from her understanding. A quick exploratory grope of Kat's rear end confirmed this was not the case, even going so far as to briefly insert a finger into her anus to test. No, she had definitely put the parts together properly. Scanning her memory banks briefly, her eyes lit up with possible understanding.
“Of course.” She exclaimed, drawing her pounding to a sudden halt. “It is customary for animals to first woo a mate by offering tribute, or through an act of dominance. Human courtship is similar.” Slipping free from Kat's snatch, her phallus jutted out proudly, just waiting to be put back in. “I will do both. My records show that you are fond of sharp things. I have many sharp things.”
Groaning in discomfort, Katarina tried to sit up, but Orianna grabbed her by the hair and swiftly shoved her face back into the grass and dirt. The android straightened up, still holding Kat's head down with an outstretched arm, and there was a click from around her pelvic region. Twisting her head, the assassin saw her reach a hand towards her skirt, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What are you doing?” She watched Orianna pry off one of the serrated, knife-like edges of her skirt, and the human's eyes grew larger. “What are you doing?” She said again, louder this time. Holding the sharp object up so Katarina could see, Orianna flashed her a sweet smile, and her blood ran cold. “Oh God, what are you doing!?”
The robot's only response was a swift cut across her upraised leg. Not a simple scratch, but a thick slice across her thigh that forced a jet of crimson to spray out, spattering the android's chest and stomach. Katarina screamed and thrashed, but couldn't even so much as shake the terrifying woman off of her.
“I am dominant. You enjoy this.” Orianna grinned, and slowly drew the tip of her blade up Katarina's thigh, scratching without breaking the skin. Once she reached just below the knee, she dug it into her flesh and drug it down, cutting through her flesh again and spilling another river of red down her leg. Dark, syrupy blood oozed down the killer's flank, the warm liquid staining her tanned skin. Globs of it clung to the knife and dripped from the end, landing atop Orianna's erect staff. “And now, my gift to you.” Gripping the hilt of her makeshift weapon, Orianna stabbed it deep into Kat's thigh, eliciting another banshee shriek as well as another spurt of her life force. A brief gout of scarlet gushed from the wound, applying a fresh coat of red paint to the automaton's belly and spattering her dick with blood.
Her vital fluids flowing down her uplifted leg and streaming past her slit, Katarina found herself sobbing uncontrollably. Her foot was spasming and twitching, the knife buried deep in her muscle. Frantically, she flailed her one good arm but couldn't so much as put a ding in Orianna's frame.
Convinced now that all was well, the android left the sharp protrusion embedded in the girl's leg, the blood flow slowing from a constant gush to a steady trickle. Gripping her pole with blood-slicked fingers, she realigned it with Kat's pussy and thrust inside once more. Though she still screamed, it was no longer the coherent protests, but a mere wordless gibbering, the pain in her leg now far outweighing the ravaging of her cunt. Lubed with the girl's blood, Orianna found there was less resistance to her movements, and so deduced that she had corrected her error. “Yes. This is a fun game.”
"Oh god, oh god, oh god..." Katarina whimpered, face wet with tears. Her nerves were on fire, the hooked razor digging at her muscle, shredding it even more each time she so much as twitched.
Unconcerned with the agony she was putting the girl through, the mechanized woman put her weight into holding the wounded leg up again, and went back to burying her bloody cock in her now slick hole. Hips pumping fluidly, shaking Kat's body with smooth, automated thrusts. There wasn't even any pleasure to be had. The robot had a sense of touch, but could not feel joy or pain, lacking a functional nervous system. She was just going through the motions, imitating her poor understanding of human behaviour.
And Katarina suffered for it. Orianna's thrusts weren't as rough as some of her other recent partners. They were smooth and precise, gyros and gears rotating and keeping her hips moving always at the same constant pace, sinking all the way in, pulling halfway out, lurching forward, retracting midway again... But they were harder. Her pole was truly stiff as iron, and though the tip was a bit softer, it wasn't nearly enough to cushion against the sheer force behind each automated slam. The smooth shaft even ground against her g-spot with every thrust, rubbing against the little bundle of nerves and sending jolts of ecstasy through her, but it even that wasn't enough to block out the pain from her forceful hilting, or the burning in her leg, the occasional squirt of blood shooting out whenever Orianna leaned into it too forcefully.
Unable to differentiate between the two, the clockwork woman mistook each pained sob for a satisfied moan. She smiled down at Kat, her silver palm outstretched against the ground right by her head. "You enjoy this. I am a good lover. This is a fun game." She repeated, her voice never broken by the need to breathe, yet still so very very wrong sounding.
"No... S-stop... Don't..." Katarina whimpered, barely even able to form words. God, why did it hurt so much? Why didn't she understand? The arm pinned underneath her was starting to go numb, and the leg straddled by Orianna was being smeared with blood. The crimson fluid clung to the robot's thighs and was spreading everywhere.
Those words the red-head was saying... They didn't make sense to the android. What manner of phrasing was that? Don't what? Stop what? Unless, perhaps she had them out of order? Of course, she was begging her not to stop! Her mind was so rattled with pleasure that she couldn't even string words together properly. Orianna wished she could feel that. To know how the woman felt. This game was already fun, showing the woman what a good lover she could be. How much greater would it be if she could feel these wonderful sensations too. How wonderful these slick walls must feel, wrapped so tightly around her rod. Orianna could even make them squeeze tighter, all she had to do was give the knife embedded in Katarina's thigh and a sharp twist. She did so occasionally, the woman's muscles spasming with a shrill shriek. Still, there were ways...
Humming softly, the Ball descended upon the pair, having been watching the sickening spectacle from the air. Katarina didn't even notice it at first, not until it neared her head, and then her eyes grew wide with fright. What now? What new horror was to be inflicted upon her? She tried to keep her eyes focused on the sphere, but Orianna's thrusts jerked her body erratically, dragging her through the grass and leaving her crying out with fresh agony. Her left breast squished against the ground, the other bouncing atop her chest, making her vision lurch unevenly.
On the top half of the Ball, a trio of panels slid back, two on each side and on at the top. From each opening a copper pole slid out, tipped with a small, flat panel. Metal rods unfolded to give them length, like three gangly, terrifying fingers reaching out to grasp her. They slid through Katarina's hair and the assassin cried out in terror. Her head shook and her body was rocked by Orianna's constant bucking, but the orb seemed undaunted. The copper rods aligned themselves on all sides of Katarina's skull, probing through her fiery mane until the flat ends were held right against her scalp. Then the buzzing began.
It was a just a tiny little hum at first, she could barely even hear it, and her scalp tingled a little. Like a trio of electrodes, the Ball tapped into her synapses, reading the electrical impulses in Katarina's mind. Symbiotically linked with Orianna, it transmitted Kat's brain waves directly to her, and she shared in the sensations coursing through the red-head. She felt the burning pain as though it were her own, and she savoured the pleasurable jolts each time she stuffed her mechanical prick into the assassin's blood-soaked box.
And Orianna enjoyed this sensation. She found it very fun. Moreso than the other feeling, the hurtful one. She didn't like it as much. Fortunately for her, she didn't have to experience it. She guided the Ball's probes, and it shifted its arms, realigning the panels to better tap into that feeling of bliss.
Katarina had no idea what the Ball was doing, but as it rifled through her brain, the quiet hum became a loud drone, the slight tingle becoming a throbbing headache. "Agh! Stop... Stop! What are you... Eeeeaaah!" Her skull was suddenly pounding, the three prongs sending electricity coursing through her.
She leeched off of Katarina's joyous feelings, it was only fair that she shared something in return. So Orianna had the ball replicate the electrical impulses of her circuitry, feeding the excessive voltage into Kat's skull for her to 'enjoy'. She screamed, her whole body jolted, and her pussy muscles clenched hard around Orianna's shaft. Gripped so firmly within the woman's spasming cunt, it smoothly stroked every inch of her vaginal walls, and the wonderful ecstasy it brought flowed straight back into Orianna through their connection.
Yes. This was good. This was fun. Orianna saw so clearly how sex was such a sought after activity. And she was so eager to share more with her great partner.
"This game is so fun."
Her hips never stopped, never slowed, drilling Katarina's snatch without mercy. Her aim unerring, she struck the woman's sweet spot everytime. She never needed to reposition herself, rocking her hips with perfect precision, mashing her dildo dick into the human's delicate nerve bundle forcefully. Her movements were so smooth that her upper body could remain almost perfectly still, simply holding Katarina in place while her hips did all the work. The only movement from above was the slow winding down of the key on her back, and the constant clockwork ticking that accompanied it.
"You enjoy this so much."
The tighter she squeezed down on Orianna's pole, the easier it was for her to hit all of the assassin's sensitive regions. So she did everything in her power to make the red-head squeal and clinch. She twisted and jerked the knife in her leg, adding more blood to the building river. Her pounding tool sliding back and forth easily with a sickening squelch, the blood soaking it making it slick and wet, warm with sticky red juice. Another spark of lightning shot through Katarina's spine in a tortured feedback loop. More pain for Kat meant more pleasure for Orianna meant more pain for Kat.
"You like to play with me."
High voltage flooded Katarina's nervous system, and her skull throbbed. That sound in her ears had grown to a deafening ring, and each word Orianna spoke was like some terrible screech in her brain. She couldn't think, couldn't even hear herself scream, the only sound was the auto-tuned voice and the scraping of metal against itself in her head.
"I am a great lover."
Each jolt that wracked her body left her feeling more numb. The fire in her leg dulled to an aching throb, pulsating each time Orianna jerked the needle. Each little fit of pleasure was intensified until her nerves ached. It was reaching the point where it all blurred together, unable to differentiate between agony and ecstasy. Vision grew bleary and her eyes felt dry, the Ball constantly sparking her brain.
"You want more."
This was new. Left arm wrapped around the woman's leg for support, Orianna's fingers brushed past her slit, feeling the way her opening stretched each time she sheathed herself in it. And there, just above it, was another little feature she'd not noticed before, a stiff little fleshy nub. She rubbed it experimentally, and Katarina squealed. The machine's wireless signal overloaded with new feelings of joy. It was like a little button she determined, a little pleasure button that made her lover feel good. Orianna understood buttons, she had quite a few herself. Her fingers straightened out, running alongside the noxian's clit, stroking it with rapid, tiny movements. Her digits grew faster and faster, becoming a blur. Moving so quickly and shallowly, each finger was essentially converted into a vibrating sex toy, used to press and tease her sensitive love button and adding on to the sensory overload.
"You enjoy this."
God, why wouldn't she shut up? Katarina cradled her head with her one mobile arm. She cringed from every word, like they were boring into her brain. She tried to think, but that hard length kept rocking her to her core. The assassin couldn't concentrate, those digits stroking her clit and sending vibrations up her spine. Her head was feeling hazy, blood loss dulling her once sharp mind. She sought to protest, yet another shock robbed her voice of words and left her babbling.
"I am great."
Her own thoughts were scattered, memories fading. How did she even end up in this position? Wasn't she hurt? The mercenary felt warmth running down her legs, but it felt so far away and alien. Vision was nothing but fuzzy colours. Silver and yellow and red. If she looked up she could see blue, Orianna's lenses staring at her intently. They shone so brightly, it was easy to focus on them while everything else melted away.
"This is fun."
Those words echoed in her mind. She didn't even know where they came from. They kind of made sense though. This was pretty fun. Her whole body was lit up and tingling. Muscles contracted around the thick tool sliding into her depths and blood soaked her lower half. Together, they made a delightful squishy schlick. The woman found herself giggling suddenly, carefully directed shocks spiking the pleasure centre of her brain.
"You love this."
The automaton had heard stories about especially skilled lovers, and how their partners seemed to virtually melt beneath them. Is this what they had referred to? Katarina's body was turning to liquid before the bewildered android's eyes. Red fluid kept seeping from her leg, and her flesh was exuding some sort of salt solution. It made her body glisten, skin turning shiny and wet. The rest of her shook and jiggled, heavy breasts rolling and bouncing in rhythm.
"You need more."
How wonderful! Orianna was doing such a good job. The way Katarina quivered, her body trying to milk her dick, told her so. If the girl wasn't lost in the throes of ecstasy, gibbering mindlessly, she'd be begging for more, surely. So the android would grant her wish. There was no need for begging or thanks, Orianna already knew what she desired.
"You want to have sex."
The gears at the base of Orianna's prick began to spin, slowly at first. Her body whistled, her magical components clanking together, releasing excess energy through bursts of steam at her joints. The gears ground faster, and her shaft started to move, independently of her hips, which continued to gyrate at their steady pace. The thicker tube slid forward and retracted, beginning at a relaxed pace but quickly building into a fervor. Her rod was quite literally a piston, thrusting back and forth, working at a separate pace from her hips. The result were faster, more erratic thrusts, that might go halfway in only to pull a quarter of the way back and slam all the way forward. Though her movements were still precise, they were irregular, never hitting quite the same place twice. She struck a different nerve every time, and when her pelvis and piston aligned properly, she drilled far, far deeper than she had managed before. The rubbery tip of her staff battered Katarina's cervix, brute forcing its way into her core without ever even realizing there had been a barrier there.
"You are a harlot."
The woman jerked with fresh pain, her womb broken into so casually, the artificial dick striking all the way forward until it her the very end of her uterus. Another shock ran through her addled mind, nullifying the pain and amplifying the pleasurable signals that travelled through her nervous system. The sudden, jarring leap from suffering to bliss only further numbed her thoughts. Something in the back of her head was screaming, but it sounded as garbled to the assassin's self as her voice did to Orianna. The only thing she could make out at all amongst the flood of different sensations and the constant buzzing and shocks were the clear, mechanical words of her 'lover'.
"You live for sex."
Yes, that must be true. She'd been fucking for as long as she could remember. Dragons, monsters, yordles, machines, it didn't matter what. All that mattered was getting pounded into the dirt. There was warmth running down her thighs, spilling down the crack of her ass. Had she cum? Probably, she enjoyed this afterall.
"You want me to fuck you."
Fucked silly and brain fried, the mindless puppet could only nod her head. Her tongue hung from her mouth, and drool was spilling down her chin uncontrollably. The only limb within her control scrabbled at the dirt, her fingers digging pulling at grass while she writhed, twisting her upper body as far as she could and bending her spine out of shape.
"You need me."
The gyrations of her pelvis, the thrusting of her piston remained constant, but still Orianna was certain she could do more. She was the best lover! Katarina would see. Her tool twisted suddenly as she pulled back for another thrust, and began rotating within Kat's soft pussy. The wires that spiralled up the length of her cylindre ground against the noxian's inner walls while they spun, rendering her mechanical pole a makeshift drill. The end result was complete sensory overload for Katarina.
"This is a fun game."
Before the woman's gaze, the world seemed to vanish. There was nothing but a mix of colours, an aurora that filled her view, speckled with the occasional bolt of lightning.
"You want to play with me forever."
Her ears were filled with the constant, droning thrum she had by now grown accustomed to. It was comforting even, to have her own thoughts drowned out, replaced with Orianna's verbal commands.
"I will take good care you."
She certainly felt well taken care of. Her nerves tingled from the constant friction, her slit speared, her erogenous zones slammed and drilled, her clit vibrating so hard it felt like it would fall off. Somewhere in her lower body there was still fire, but it felt muted, a dull throb in comparison to everything else.
"You can't get enough."
Little arcs of electricity occasionally jumped from one point on her body to another, as she was shocked constantly by the metal rods glued to her skull. Her hair was actually starting to stand on end. Her eyes were wide, her pupils enlarged from the drug-like numbness in her skull. Mouth agape and tongue outstretched in a silent scream, a little bolt of lightning arcing from it. Her mouth was sticky and dry, her tongue tasting like ash.
"My loving is best."
And for some reason, all she could smell was burnt toast.
"You are happy."
Like a switch had finally been hit after hours of toying around with it, the woman broke down all the way. Her words, once gibbering nonsense, became clear, albeit broken by guttural moans. "Yes yes yes! Aahn! More more mmmmorrre... Fuck me fuck me fuck meeee!"
Orianna was taken aback by Katarina's sudden change in attitude. Her body still twitched and jerked wildly, though now she ceased clawing at the ground like a terrified animal. She grabbed at her wobbling bust and groped herself lasciviously, rolling one nipple between thumb and forefinger and squealing as she unintentionally shocked herself. The assassin's face grew pale, the colour bleeding out of it as she grew woozier from blood loss. Her eyes were rolling up into her skull and her jaw hung slack, tongue rolling outwards, her brain too scrambled to reel it back in.
-Schluck- -Slick- -Squish-
Each spiralling thrust was accompanied by a fresh squelch, and though the majority of the lube was still a dark, crimson stain on her steel rod, it was turning a milky, pinkish hue. Orianna let out a girlish, high-pitched squeal. Or at least it was meant to be. Her voice synthesizer couldn't hit that high a pitch, and instead it came out as a terrifyingly shrill, warbling cry. She'd made the assassin cum! The girl was screaming for more while riding her robotic prick. Yes! This game was ever so much fun. Oh, but she couldn't forget! The game wasn't over yet. Now it was her turn. It was important for the male to fulfill its purpose and seed its mate, otherwise what was the point of it all? She would see her role through to the end and finish the game. She was a very good girl afterall, and she would prove she could be a good boy too.
The autonomous cock whirred each time it corkscrewed in deeply, pistoning in and out and dragging more of the mercenary's cum out to pool beneath her. Lost in bliss, she threw her head back and babbled. "Aaaah! More... More... I need this!" Panting heavily, she struggled to breathe, Orianna's incessant needling not giving her the time to refill her lungs even. Yet still she pleaded to continue, a silly, brain-dead grin on her face. "This is -haah- so fun! I love it! Aaaahn! Give me more!"
Orianna nodded her head in agreement, all too happy to oblige, her rod drilling past Katarina's cervix repeatedly. "This is a fun game. Accelerating." For the first time, her hips changed pace, speeding up. Her pounding piston did as well, buzzing louder as it spun faster and slammed deep into her womb.
"Yes! God, oh god, oh god!" The mindless puppet trilled. Her eyes were glazed over, pupils fluctuated rapidly in size. "Fuck me like the harlot I am! Gaaah! You're the best!" She tried to push her hips back to meet Orianna's thrusts, but the red-head found no strength in her legs. She didn't worry about it though. Why would she when everything felt so goooood?
Orianna smiled. Yes. She was a good girl. So was Katarina. Positive reinforcement was important. Another shock from the Ball rocked Kat's body so hard her eyes shook in her head. "Yes. You are a good girl. You get a reward. Breeding." Inside the robot's chassis, some of her parts clicked and rearranged themselves.
Just inside her belly, where a woman's ovaries might be located, were a pair of glass vials implanted in her by her creator. They contained the last remaining traces of his daughter, his dear, sweet Orianna. Unable to cope with the tragic loss of his child, he had sought to recreate her as the autonomous lady of clockwork through the wonders of techmaturgy, the perfect fusion of magic and science. Though he insisted to all that Orianna the robot was every bit the perfect replica, he knew deep down in his soul that she was nothing more than a crude mockery. But he still had hope that someday he would see success, and to that end, he had salvaged some of his daughter's genetic material and implanted it in the robot. His hope was that it would give the android his daughter's soul, but should that fail too, it would give his daughter the chance to live on in a different way.
Now those delicate glass beakers dropped into position, a pair of transparent tubes siphoning out just a few potent drops of the precious fluid, and encasing them in small pockets of a thicker, irridescent liquid. Like an oily imitation of preseminal fluid, it was drawn up through a thick tube running through the length of Orianna's piston, even as it spun and scraped at Katarina's sex.
The red-head remained oblivious to the events transpiring just below the android's plated skin. The world did not exist beyond the spinning tool pummeling her twat. "Yes! I'm a good girl!" she cried, "Fuck me forever! Need more sex... Need you... Need moooorrrrrre..." Her throat rumbled with a guttural moan, and she was rewarded by the Ball with another series of shocks. Its single blue lens gazing coldly into her distorted, lust-drunk face.
The android's fingers sped up, stroking Katarina's clit faster while holding her leg tightly. Never blinking, her focus unwavering, watching the woman's facial features twist and spasm with every jolt and every body-rocking thrust. "Good girl. Good harlot. You will carry baby Orianna. Inseminating."
For a brief, jarring moment, Katarina felt her mind return to her, just long enough to be confused. "Baby- what?!" The thought passed as quickly as the others, erased by a sudden shock as Orianna began to unload. Powerful spurts of sticky, rainbow-coloured fluid shot from the silicone tip of her dick, thick wads of glistening oil flooding the girl's womb. As unnatural a coupling and unlikely to take as the seed of all the others that had invaded her that day, it nevertheless settled in to compete with its rivals. Unable to risk such a precious, limited resource on but a single female, Orianna's load was not nearly as copious as any of the other rapists who'd taken their turn that day, though it was powerful all the same. Fired from the tip of her piston, still barreling forward to assault Katarina's uterus, each jet struck her like a kick, flooding her with enough robotic cum for some of it to gush out whenever Orianna's drill retracted. Sticky ropes of irridescent goo tethered various parts of her dick to Katarina's slick netherlips. For every ounce that was pulled out with each thrust, Orianna's shaft pushed that much more in, until her reserves ran dry, the steady stream dying off instantly without even a weak, final squirt.
Her task completed, Orianna's body ground to a halt. Her hips, the spinning, the thrusting piston, all slowed to a crawl, stopping entirely after a couple more rotations. As hard as it ever would be, her shaft retracted, the gluk it made sounding lewd even to the unfamiliar ears of the robot. Strings of oil dangled from the end of it, arches hanging low before snapping under their own weight. Still spattered with blood and cum, it slid right back into the compartment it emerged from, the larger tube enveloping the smaller as they vanished into her pelvis. The protective panel slid back into place seamlessly, leaving no trace it was ever there.
Likewise, the Ball too retracted its appendages. Unclasping the flat panels from Katarina's skull, they caught on her hair and tugged sharply to loosen themselves, before disappearing into the sphere's interior. Its segmented halves rotating in opposite directions, it rose higher into the air and returned to Orianna's side, orbiting around her in languid circles.
Stomach stained red, the automaton got back up on her feet, at last taking her weight off of the drooling, senseless girl. Katarina's leg stayed in place for a few long seconds before dropping to the ground. The sudden jerk drove the knife in further, and she screamed. Without the Ball rewiring her nervous system, the pain returned, as sharp as the serrated blade buried in her thigh. The sudden agony left the assassin shrieking in confusion, curling up into the fetal position and clutching at her bleeding limb.
"That was a fun game. We should play again." Orianna chirped happily, rising up on her toes and twirling in circles. She bowed extravagantly, like a ballet dancer ending her performance. At the lowest dip, she hesitated. Gears clicked together slowly and servos buzzed, but she didn't move. Her bright eyes dimmed, and her mind raced to determine what was happening. Her movements were suddenly sluggish, and she had difficulty standing up straight. Upon her back, the large key was turning its last, ticking audibly like a clock counting down. She'd been so pre-occupied, so singularly focused, she'd lapsed in keeping herself wound up. Her arms reached back, grasping the key's ringed handle in either hand, only for them to cease functioning. She lifted her head, each movement ticking louder than usual, her mechanical innards struggling to keep her in motion. Mouth agape, Orianna gazed longingly at Katarina. She meant to call out for her aid, but the only sound her voice box made was a wheezing, hissing sigh, crackling before it too died. Orianna's vision dimmed, the world growing dark around her.
'I've been a bad girl.' That final thought ran through her mind as the light faded from her eyes. A loud metal clang marked the point her body hit the ground, whatever magic that sustained her segmented torso failing and causing both halves to fall over.
The forest grew silent, save for the occasional rustling of grass and leaves in the wind. For what felt like ages, Katarina lay there, clutching at her knee and sobbing. Slowly, her own thoughts returned, and she wailed louder as her mind grew whole, realizing what had been done to her, understanding what she'd just been through. Tears soaked her face and muddied the ground, crying until she felt the darkness coming to take hold.
Teeth grit, she opened her bloodshot eyes to take stock of her surroundings. She couldn't pass out, not here, not now. There was no guarantee she'd wake up again if she did. The assassin had suffered too much to give up now. She wouldn't go out like this, raped and hobbled and left to die by a machine that was dumb enough to let its batteries run out. Forcing herself to her hands and knees, she immediately regretted that course of action. The extra pressure only squeezed out more of her precious blood.
Rolling onto her side, Katarina reached for the sharp spike buried in her thigh. Grasping it with both hands, she jerked and pulled, screaming all the while. Even with new pain syphoning away her strength, she remained adamant, tugging and tearing at her own muscle til at last the golden blade came free, along with another gout of sanguinary fluid.
Gasping in pain, she flipped onto her back, arms spread out. The pain was overwhelming, and she felt herself growing dizzy once more. Still, she fought against it. She fought the need to scream and cry, focusing instead on steadying her breathing. The occasional sob or sniffle would sneak out, but she soon found herself breathing evenly again.
With great difficulty, Katarina heaved herself onto her knees again, pushing herself up shakily onto both feet. She had to lean almost all her weight into the left leg, so much so that she was nearly hopping on one foot, but she managed it. Holding a hand to her wound to try and staunch the bloodflow, she slowly limped her way towards Orianna's prone form.
The automaton wasn't deceased, if indeed she ever could be. The closest comparison would be to say she had simply passed out. Reactivating her would be as simple as turning the key, but Katarina had no such intention. Despite her lifeless state, the Ball remained active, circling around her defensively, its one eye trained on Kat even while it spun on its axis.
She hobbled forward as best she could, disregarding the buzzing orb and recollapsing by Orianna's disabled form. There might still be some benefit she could salvage from this whole ordeal. The robot's skirt was still riddled with sharp edges, at least a half a dozen of them, each one like the minute hand of a clock, filed down to a razor's edge. Taking hold of one, she wiggled and tugged, prying at it until it came off with a loud snap.
The sudden, shrill cry of a siren going off nearly made Kat jump. The Ball buzzed and clicked, its own blades jutting outwards and spinning at high speeds as it flew towards her. Diving onto her side, the woman only narrowed evaded the flying buzz saw. It whirled around in a wide arc, coming in for another pass. Thinking fast, she hefted the clock hand in her grip, holding it by three fingers and hurling it at the speedy moving Ball. Despite the unfortunate turn of events, she was still as competent with a knife as ever, striking the sphere's lens with perfect accuracy. Sparks erupted from the fractured glass, a squealing whine ringing outwards from the hovering machine as it careened off into the air, flying erratically before crashing into a tree. The impact shattered its metal casing, and it rained to the ground in pieces.
Amongst the broken wreckage of her tormentor, Katarina spied something familiar, a glint that was more glassy then shiny metal. Wearily, she crawled towards it, hoping to salvage something useful from the broken machine. The grass tinged red, her leg leaving a trail of blood behind her, she drug herself forward fervently. Even if there was just a belt from a small pulley or something that she could use as a bandage, she needed something, anything if she was to make it back to base in one piece. Her vision was growing blurry on her again as she neared the base of the tree. Squinting in an attempt to focus, she rifled through scrap metal, hoping to find something...
Her fingers closed in around a glass container, and her eyes lit up. Could it be? For the first time, Katarina felt genuine hope, as she lifted up a small glass jar, filled with a sparkling red fluid. The way the light reflected off the glass gave it that sharp glint from before. A miracle in a bottle. She recognized the little triangular flask easily. A health potion. Not just one either. Brushing away more scrap, she found four more hidden beneath the fragments. Orianna must have been using the Ball's interior to carry her belongings.
Katarina smiled and wasted no more time. Uncorking the bottle, she tilted her head back and chugged the contents of the flask. Health potions were mystical concoctions. They worked to mend the physiology of any that imbibed them, be they human, yordle, monster, or anything in-between. Even Orianna would find her circuits repaired, her parts welding back into place if she were to take part.
Red, cherry-looking juice dribbled down Kat's chin as she gulped down the sweet, life-sustaining nectar. The effects were slow, but began almost immediately. Severed muscle began knitting itself back together, and the blood loss slowed. Finishing off the small bottle quickly, she tossed it aside and dove for the next one, popping it open and guzzling it quickly. The scratches on her very bone mended, and her muscle tissue finished repairing itself. Downing the whole flask in one continuous gulp, she threw it off into a bush and reached for a third. This time the massive gash in her leg began to seal in on itself, closing up until it was nothing more but one of many shallow cuts. A fourth potion made even these disappear, all her many scratches and bruises vanishing and leaving her body unmarred. Taking a moment to gasp and lick her lips, Katarina reached for the final potion. Repositioning herself to lean back against the tree, she held it to her lips and drank more casually, letting her body relax at last from her ordeal, while her leg finished healing. Slowly sipping the fruity medicine, the colour returned to her features, the magical concoction replacing lost blood. By time the last of the elixir was gone, she felt good as new.
Slowly, she clambered to her shaky feet, testing the strength of her wounded leg. The pain was nothing but an aching memory, and her limb felt good as new. She breathed a sigh of relief and stretched her arms above her head. Now it was time to arm herself.
Returning to Orianna's disabled body, she set about disassembling the rest of her skirt, prying off one sharp edge at a time. Along with the other two, that gave her six in total. That was only a fraction of the number of knives she preferred to keep on her person at all times, but it certainly beat being defenceless. Besides, it wasn't like she had much place to keep them at the moment. She slipped a pair each just inside of her spike-studded boots, feeling them rub uncomfortably against her shins. Still, it wasn't like this was the first time she'd had to hide some knives in an awkward spot. The last two she kept tightly in her hands, ready to stab the life out of the first person to cross her.
Now there was just Orianna herself to deal with. Kat glowered down at the non-functional robot. For what she did to her, she was prepared to tear her apart piece by piece. But what was the fun in getting revenge on a hated enemy if she wouldn't even feel it? Kneeling down, she drug the tip of a blade across Orianna's still cheek, contemplated whether to shove it into her glassy eye just out of spite.
A sudden rustling in the trees caught her attention before she could come to a decision. Not too far off in the distance, she heard a loud creak and a groan, followed by a booming thud. The sound repeated itself a few moments later, only louder, and closer. Something was coming her way. Something big. And whatever it was, she was certain she didn't still want to be around when it got here.
Abandoning Orianna to her fate, she fled into the forest once more, ready now for anyone else who might want a piece of her on her way back to base.
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It was only a few minutes later that the tree the Ball had collided with came crashing down, flattening what hope there was for it to be repaired with a deafening roar. A massive shadow was cast over Orianna's body, the sparkling metals and alluring smell of Katarina's blood drawing the attention of some gargantuan beast. Fierce yellow eyes gazed down upon her, and a three taloned claw reached down to grasp hold. Lifting her up, her limbs dangled limply, the sturdy android looking positively frail in the grip of such an enormous beast.
There was a flash of teeth. An enormous jaw gaped. Then came the sound of tearing metal, steel scraping against steel. Oil sprayed and gushed in every direction as Orianna's body was rent and torn apart, consumed amongst a gnashing of teeth. The shadow of the beast seemed to loom larger as it feasted. Caring not what it devoured, whether it be alive or dead, organic or metal.
Over the terrifying sounds of its ravenous appetite, a refined voice spoke joyfully. “Nom nom nom nom nom...”
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It felt like an eternity, but at last Katarina found her way out of the forest. Sadly, she did not stumble onto the road as she had hoped, but rather, she had found herself back along the bank of the river, albeit further upstream than before. Still, it was an opportunity to wash off all the drying blood she was caked with, so she wasn't going to complain.
It didn't take her long to clean herself up, not wanting to risk taking too much time lest somebody catch her again. In a short time, she was off once more, following the river's flow until at very long last, it led her back to the road. Stumbling through the bushes and tall reeds, she emerged onto the beaten path, dripping wet and naked save for her boots and Orianna's sharp spikes in her mitts.
At the same time, just across on the other side of the road, LeBlanc stumbled out of the bushes as well, equally nude, with just her pointy, ornate shoes, her staff and crown. Both women stopped and stared, wide eyed and dumbfounded. Her face flushed with shame, it took Katarina a moment to realize LeBlanc was in the same predicament as her, so preoccupied with her own misfortune. She smiled, the prospect that LeBlanc might have suffered the same indignations filling her heart with hope, that at last she may have found a comrade to assist her.
LeBlanc's eyes shone with a malicious light, and her lips curled into a crooked half-smile. Whereas Katarina viewed her as aid, she looked upon the assassin like a predator sizing up prey. “Hey Kat,” she sneered, and the red-head grew suddenly wary. “Been having fun?” |
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Jake ran down stairs, and bounded into the kitchen. Tyler’s mother was just finishing scooping whatever it was she was cooking into bowls. “Hey, Mom.” Jake said as nonchalantly as he could muster. For as long as Jake could remember, he had spent as much time at Tyler’s house as he had at his own. Everyone in Tyler’s household had long since begun to think of him as one of the family, and treated him as such. They also insisted he refer to them in kind.
Jake had both of his hands in the front pouch of the hoodie, in an effort to keep it stretched down to his waist. If he took his hands out, the hoodie would start to ride up his stomach and expose much of his midriff. He had the waistband for the shorts sitting a bit below his waistline in order to ensure that the bottom of the pant legs extended down long enough to keep his lengthy dong from slipping out. If he let the hoodie creep up it would make a large patch of his bush readily visible by all. And really didn’t want to show that off to his secondary mother. Just the thought of it made him want to curl up and die of embarrassment.
“Oh, hello, dear. Good timing. I was just finishing up.” She picked up a bowl and turned to face Jake. “Oooh. I like the outfit.” She chuckled a little and gave Jake a sly wink. She immediately recognized all the clothes as belonging to Tyler. Not only did they fit Jake really poorly, but she had had to wash all them numerous times in the past.
“Here you go. Might want to give it a minute. It’s still pretty hot.” She said as she handed Jake the bowl. Jake thanked her and grabbed the bowl with both hands. The second he took his hands out of the pockets, the bottom of the hoodie began to roll up like a window blind in a Tom and Jerry cartoon. “You’re all natural, I see. That’s a bit of a rarity in this day and age.” She chuckled again and playfully rapped her knuckles on his exposed abdomen.
Jake was positively mortified. He could not even speak he was so embarrassed. His face felt hot and was turning deep shades of red. He held the bowl close to him, and with a quick nod to Tyler’s mom, he turned and slunk off to the table.
As Jake was approaching the table, Tyler finally entered the kitchen as well. Jake gave him a pleading look that seemed to say ‘why would you leave me alone with this crazy lady?’ Tyler just tilted his head to the side a little and raised an eyebrow. The expression on his face seemed to say ‘do I even want to know what I just walked in on?’
Jake began to pull one of the chairs out from the table, but he heard Tyler’s mother call to him, “Oh no. Not that one, dear. Use the one to the left.” Jake was overcome with a sense of confusion and dread. He had never had his own designated spot before, and given the way this dinner was turning out, he doubted that his new seating assignment would be a good thing. Jake shot Tyler a look of ‘what is even happening here?” Tyler just shrugged. He had no idea about the assigned seats either.
Jake moved over to the next chair and pulled it out. As he was pulling the seat out he realized that this one was different than the rest. There was a large foam donut on the seat. Jake set his bowl on the table, and picked up the object from his chair. Jake pointed to the donut and gave Tyler a look of ‘What!? Why is this even here?”
Tyler recognized it instantly. It was the foam donut his grandmother used to use to sit on when she was still living with them. It was starting to make sense to him now. Part of him really wanted to laugh, but he was also feeling the dread well up inside of him. If his mother thought that Jake needed to use that, then that means they were totally busted.
“Oh, now don’t be that way. Judging by the way you were screaming earlier, I know you could use it.” Tyler’s mom said. Jake’s face was turning new and exciting shades of red. He quickly put the donut back on the chair and sat down. He hung his head down, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. Jake had to admit, though. The foam ring really helped. It put all the pressure on outside edges of his ass, and took the pressure off of his still aching, ravaged hole.
“You’ve got quite the set of pipes on you, boy. It seems like it’s always quiet ones that are the screamers.” She just beamed at Jake and continued to chuckle. She was obviously enjoying teasing Jake.
Tyler realized his mom was taking this extremely well decided to step in. “You seem surprisingly chill about…. Well…” Tyler made a hand motion of pointing back and forth between he and Jake. “Us.”
“Well, of course I am, silly. Your dad and I have been expecting this for years.” Jake and Tyler looked at each other and exchanged a mutual look of ‘What the actual fuck?’ “Anyone who has seen you two together for any extended amount of time could see you two were madly in love with each other. I think it’s really sweet. Ah, young love.” Tyler’s mother was holding the serving spoon with both hands while staring wistfully into space.
Tyler quietly slipped past her, grabbed a bowl, and then sat down next to Jake at the table. His mother snapped out of her little reverie and continued her story. “You know, your dad and I had actually taken bets on when it would happen. I thought you two would be officially a couple by the time you were fourteen. You owe me $20 by the way.” Tyler raised an eyebrow questioningly at her; his mouth was crammed too full of mac n’ cheese to vocalize his question. “Oh, I’m just kidding, dear. Enjoy your dinner. If you need me, I have a hot date with Lt. Horatio Craine. Lord, he’s fine.”
Tyler’s mother took her food and went off to the front room to eat her dinner. She returned to watching a CSI marathon; leaving Jake and Tyler to finish their food in silence. The two of them were still having trouble calming their nerves after one of the most awkward family moments in the history of the world. Neither one was really sure how they felt about it all. Fortunately Jake soon worked up the nerve to diffuse the atmosphere. He leaned over to Tyler and said “Dude, your mom ships us so hard.” They both started howling with laughter.
After they stopped laughing long enough to finish their meals, they placed their bowls in the sink and ran back up to Tyler’s room. Jake hadn’t even had time to shut the door behind him before Tyler was already pulling off his pants. Tyler predicted Jake’s reaction to this and began his counterargument before even beginning to turn around. As Tyler turned around to face Jake, his hefty dick swinging low as he did so, he said “Look dude, these pants are way uncomfortable, and besides. You know you like it better this way.” Tyler grinned lasciviously as he swung his hips from side to side, causing his massive cock to slap loudly against one leg and then the other.
Jake had to admit, he loved seeing Tyler naked, so he wasn’t about to complain. Tyler pulled off his robe and the t-shirt he had on under it as well. “Might as well take yours off, too.” Tyler said. “Not like it’s doing you a lot of good anyway. Tyler made a nodding gesture towards Jake’s leg. Jake looked down and could see his pant legs had begun creeping up on him, and the last few inches of his cock were clearly visible hanging down below the hem of the shorts.
Jake once again turned bright red. He just had to hope that Tyler’s mom hadn’t noticed as they walked past the front room to get to the stairs. He began pulling his clothes off as well. Hanging around Tyler was turning him into a bit of an exhibitionist.
Tyler walked over to his desk and picked up the TV remote. He flipped the TV on and then grabbed the Xbox controllers that were lying on his desk. He tossed one of them to Jake. Jake caught the controller and took his normal seat on the bean bag chair sitting right in front of the TV. Jake expected Tyler to wheel his desk chair over to the TV like he normally did, but instead Tyler flopped down right into Jake’s lap.
Tyler pulled on a headset and put the other one on Jake. As the game fired up Jake and Tyler managed to get comfortable. Jake slipped his arms under Tyler’s and rested his head on Tyler’s shoulder. They did pretty well at the game. They had it set to team based vehicle combat. Jake was driving and Tyler was shooting. They both kept getting distracted at various times throughout the match, though. If there was a lull in the action, Jake would hug Tyler tightly and give him a quick kiss on the nape of his neck. Jake was drinking in Tyler’s smell the whole time. He loved everything about it; the scent of the soap on Tyler’s freshly cleaned skin, the scent of Tyler’s hair and the shampoo that he used.
Just being so close to Tyler was getting Jake hard. Tyler could feel it, too; Jake’s growing erection was poking right into Tyler’s back. Whenever he could find time Tyler would move his hips so that his ass and the small of his back were rubbing up against Jake’s shaft. Jake was finding it harder and harder to focus on the game as he himself got harder and harder. Tyler also found himself getting worked up. Every kiss Jake planted on his neck made him get more and more aroused.
As soon as the match ended, Tyler spun around and began passionately kissing Jake on the lips; Jake returned the kisses with the same intensity. They were returned to the waiting lobby after a brief loading screen, and they could hear some loud thirteen year old from the opposite team. He was livid that his team lost and was screaming at everyone else. He was quick to single out Jake and Tyler since they had the highest score. He screamed at them calling them cheaters, calling them cowards, campers, kill stealers, and not the least of all fags.
This last bit got Tyler’s attention. He decided to give this annoying kid the send-up he deserved. Tyler flipped on video chat so that all the people in the waiting room could see Jake and him. “Here’s a message to that little loud-mouthed, blow-hard, preschooler. You called us a lot of things that weren’t true, but you got one thing right.” He then spun back around and began making out with Jake. They hammed it up a bit, making it was extra hot and extra noisy. Tyler extended his middle finger towards the camera, and then hit the button to exit the game; all while keeping his lips firmly locked with Jake’s.
Tyler broke the embrace and shoved Jake back into the chair. Tyler then slid down onto all fours and began licking up and down Jake’s shaft. Jake was rigid and had already begun leaking awhile ago, as was evidenced by the large wet spot on Tyler’s back.
Tyler was on his knees as he worked over Jake’s cock with his tongue. Tyler could feel his beach ball sized nuts resting on the carpet. His already massive semi quickly finished growing into a gargantuan erection. Tyler could feel it poke him in the chin from time to time and he sucked Jake’s cock.
Jake noticed his boyfriend’s untended erection, and He wished to return a least some of the favor. Jake maneuvered his feet down to Tyler’s waist and slid them under Tyler’s massive cock so that they were pressed up against the underside of the base of his dick. Jake dug in and began to roll his feet around. The balls of his feet were digging into the sensitive flesh on the underside of Tyler’s penis. The heels of his feet were digging into the top side of Tyler’s enormous nuts. Jake rocked his feet back and forth so that the pressure alternated between the balls and heels of his feet; he was simultaneously kneading Tyler’s shaft and sack.
Tyler was now leaking large amounts of pre; what didn’t smear across the underside of his chin dribbled onto the carpet, creating a thick, slimy pool. Jake’s footjob made Tyler even hornier. Tyler placed his elbows against Jake’s thighs to steady himself and grabbed Jake’s cock and balls; Tyler’s left hand wrapped firmly around Jake’s cock, and his right hand gently massaging one nut and then the other. Jake’s balls were now too large for Tyler to fit both in one hand at the same time.
Tyler wrapped his lips around the tip of Jake’s cock and began to take s much of it in his mouth as he could. Tyler loosened up the back of his throat to allow Jake’s cock to slide even farther in. Tyler made it about halfway down the shaft; He could take more of Jake’s cock down his throat, but they were too tangled together for him to move much farther.
The sensation of having his cock so deep down Tyler’s throat was better than anything he could have imagined. Tyler’s throat was warm, slick, and very tight. Jake could feel Tyler’s breathing. Tyler would occasionally try to swallow instinctively, and the feeling of all the muscles in Tyler’s throat clenching and unclenching in an attempt to shove whatever was blocking the tube down into the stomach blew Jake’s mind; it felt like hundreds of fingers working Jake’s shaft from all side.
Tyler wanted to take even more of his lover’s cock. He wanted to keep going until he was face down in Jake’s fluffy brown bush. Tyler couldn’t move in the current Kama Sutra gone wrong pose they were both locked in, and so he shook Jake’s legs off of him; even though the foot job felt amazing. He was focused on taking more and more of Jake’s cock. Tyler pulled himself forward and pushed Jake back into the chair even farther; all while managing to not even give up an inch of Jake’s cock.
Jake was now lying almost completely horizontal. His ass hung over the side of the bean bag. He realized that Tyler shook him off so that he could swallow more of his sword, but Jake refused to just sit back and watch. Jake began to stand up slowly and walk forward. All the while he guided Tyler so that Tyler could shift his weight back and sit down comfortably on his rear; Tyler still refused to let even a centimeter of Jake’s cock escape him.
The new sitting position pushed Tyler’s dick upward in such a way that it was now pointing past his chin. It mashed awkwardly against the underside of Jake’s own cock. Tyler was now streaming pre as he struggled to keep himself from cumming until he reached his goal. His deluge was beginning to completely soak Jake’s dick.
Jake could see the Tyler’s monstrous dick was going to get in the way. Even though Jake really enjoyed the feeling of Tyler’s dick rubbing against his own, he knew he needed to find a better place for it. Jake grabbed Tyler’s dick and guided it down enough that he could swing his own hefty nut sack over it. Jake continued his forward march allowing Tyler to swallow more and more of his length. Jake let go of Tyler’s shaft and used his hands to instead spread his own cheeks apart. Tyler’s dick swung upward as soon as it was released and poked Jake right in his ass.
As Jake shifted both of their positions Tyler was able to take more and more of Jake’s dick into his mouth. He had already reached the point where his own dick had thoroughly creamed Jake’s. Tyler’s tongue was pressed firmly up against his own puddle of pre. He could taste his own juices coating Jake’s skin, and it just brought him closer to blowing his load. Tyler was dripping with sweat. It was taking everything he had just to keep from cumming. His breathing was getting shallow, both from being so turned on and from having to breathe very carefully to get air to his lungs around the thick dick that was filling his mouth and throat.
Jake could feel Tyler getting closer and closer to release. Jake was amazed he hadn’t done so already. Jake was also very close; his nuts were already seizing upward. His legs were feeling like jelly, but Jake fought through it. He only needed to feed Tyler a few more inches. By this point Jake was all but using Tyler’s huge cock as a chair. Jake’s ass was squarely situated right on Tyler’s cock head. The head was far too big to ever slip inside of Jake, but it pushed hard against Jake’s hole. Jake’s asshole was pressed right up against Tyler’s slit; Jake could feel the large amounts of pre that Tyler was streaming flowing into his ass. Jake still couldn’t control his ass muscles enough to close his hole, and he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to fully recover. His ass felt so loose and free. He wanted it to always be open for whatever Tyler wanted to put into it.
Jake continued his advance. He was so close to blowing is load; not only were all of Tyler’s throat muscles working over his shaft like before, but now Tyler was also working over what little bit of Jake’s cock was in his throat wildly with his tongue. Jake’s mind was going fuzzy, His hips were bucking. His legs were wobbling. He knew he could not hold it in anymore, but right as his resolved failed he felt it; Jake’s balls slapped against Tyler’s chin.
Tyler had been ready to cum for what felt like ages. The way Jake was riding his cock like a bar stool really didn’t help matters, either. His cock head was pressed right up into Jake’s ass, and it felt as if his slit and Jake’s loose, hole were having hot, sloppy makeouts; Tyler was actually feeling jealous of is own dick. Tyler would just have to make a note to give Jake a good rimming later on. He’d like to see his dick take all of someone else’s dick inside it. He thought with smug satisfaction. Then he replayed that thought in his head. Wow. He really would love to see his cock take someone else’s inside it. He’d never even thought of that as an option before. Just the thought of it now was making bringing him over the edge. He wanted to hold back, but he knew it was a lost cause. Right as Tyler was about to give when in he felt a strange tickling sensation on his nose.
Tyler opened his eyes, and all he could see was a tangled mass of brown hair. He had done it. He was now face down in Jake’s wild bush. Tyler breathed in deeply. He took in the smell. He could smell Jake’s fresh sweat and a hint of shampoo and conditioner. Tyler surged forward to take the last inch of Jake’s meat, smacking his chin loudly against Jake’s balls.
They came in unison, harder than either had ever cum before. Jake fired shot after shot, directly down Tyler’s throat. Tyler’s belly filled up as Jake unloaded gallons of hot cum into him. Tyler returned the favor by firing gallon after gallon directly into Jake’s open hole.
They both quickly reached max capacity. Jake stepped off of Tyler’s colossal gusher and began pulling his cock slowly out of Tyler’s throat. He was helped along by the torrential force of his own spooge spraying down Tyler’s throat. Jake managed to pull the last of his two foot long cock out of Tyler’s mouth, but he was still spraying at full force. It was now Tyler’s turn to get completely drenched, and he loved it. He kept his mouth open, trying to catch as much of his lover’s spunk as he could.
In order to pull his meat out of Tyler’s throat, Jake had to walk backwards over the raging geyser of jizz that was Tyler’s cock. The warm blasts hit him squarely on the underside of his cock and balls, and well as splashing onto his chest and legs. Once Jake had completely extricated himself from Tyler’s mouth he walked back over the fountain, and planted a lot sloppy kiss on Tyler’s lips. Not only was Tyler’s face completely covered in Jake’s cum, but Tyler also had a mouth full of spunk he had been savoring. As they kissed passionately, the gooey wad was passed back and forth between them as their tongues rubbed up against each other. The force of their tongues whisked the cream into a bubbly froth. Jake was intoxicated with the taste of Tyler’s saliva mixed with his own jizz.
After they broke for breathe, Jake pushed Tyler onto the floor, and sat down on top of him. Jake positioned his ass so it was sitting right on Tyler’s abdomen. Jake’s back was pressed flat up against Tyler’s still wildly firing giant cock. The tip of Tyler’s towering dick pressed up between Jake’s shoulder blades. Tyler’s torrent continued to fire upwards, plastering the ceiling with his cum; large globs of it rained down all around the room, especially onto the two boys.
Jake ground his penis into Tyler’s chest. He would fire another blast with each thrust; spraying all over Tyler’s face and onto the carpet and TV stand behind him. Tyler was drinking up as much of Jake’s cum as he could manage without choking under the downpour. With Tyler’s spunk raining from above and Jake’s jizz spraying at him from below it was getting hard to tell whose was whose any more. Tyler scooped up large handfuls of it and offered it to Jake. Jake would grab Tyler’s wrists and greedily slurp up the offerings. He would not stop until Tyler’s hands were completely clean.
Occasionally Jake would lean in and plant another wet kiss on Tyler’s mouth. They would hold these long passionate kissed while being showered from multiple directions. During which time they would swap and combine the loads they had in their mouths until they broke apart and swallowed the mix. This went on and on, and the minutes stretched into half an hour and kept on going. Their minds were too hazy with sex to manage anything above even the most basic thought. All they could think about was how much they wanted each other.
It must have been at least 45 minutes after they had both begun cumming that they finally were too tired to continue. Their streams dried up. Their cocks softened. Jake rolled off of Tyler and fell back onto the now slimy bean bag chair; Tyler’s cum still streaming out of his ass. Tyler used the last of his strength to climb on top of Jake and hug him tightly; his head nestled in Jake’s chest.
Jake brushed back Tyler’s hair; revealing a relatively untouched portion of skin on Tyler’s scalp. He kissed Tyler’s forehead sweetly and began to drift off as well. As Jake was slipping into slumber he saw a red blinking light on the camera, but he was too tired and his brain was still too foggy from sex to wonder about what it might mean.
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Jakes mind was still fuzzy when he finally woke up. He tried to remember where he was and what he was doing. The room was fairly dark. He could see out the window on he other side of the room, and the sun was almost completely below the horizon. He was in a bed, but not his. It seemed very familiar though. He was clutching something large close to his chest. He typically slept with a body pillow and so this was pretty standard, but this was obviously not a pillow. It was soft and yet firm. It gave off its own heat. He could feel a warm breath against his exposed chest… Exposed chest? He was naked. Completely. He could feel someone else’s ankles tangled up in his own. Someone else who was equally naked. He looked down and he could see the top of the blonde head that was nestled against his chest. The memories of what he had doe earlier this afternoon flooded back to him all at once. He had sucked off his best friend. No. He had sucked off his best friend in front of an open window. No. He had sucked off his best friend in front of an open window in broad daylight.
Jake tensed up. He didn’t know whether to celebrate or start panicking. He realized that most likely no one saw them. People wouldn’t have been off work by then and how many kids actually play outside these days? If someone had seen them you could be sure they would have heard about it by now. Angry parents are always looking to tell people what they can and can’t do in their own homes. That left another problem though. Jake looked down at Tyler. Tyler was fast asleep still. He looked so sweet and peaceful like that. Jake kissed Tyler on the top of his head. He took a moment to take in the smell of his hair. Jake wished they could be together like this forever, but he knew Tyler would wake up soon. Once Tyler was awake there was no telling what would happen.
Fortunately Tyler was a very sound sleeper. Jake managed to untangle himself from Tyler’s arms and legs and slip out of the bed without waking the other boy up. He sat on the side of the bed watching Tyler sleep. Jake really did love Tyler. This had been obvious to Jake for years, but he had never dared talk to Tyler about it. He had been too afraid of rejection. As much as he wanted to go to the next level he was too afraid of losing his best friend.
Jake continued to watch Tyler sleep from his position on the side of the bed. He was trying to decide what to do next. Part of him wanted to leave now and hide away forever. Part of his wanted to stay there and spend as much time with Tyler as possible. There was no guarantee they could still be friends after this. Jake had never let his guard down like this before. He had never put himself in such an uncertain position. He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. He knew he needed to get out of that room and clear his head, though. He took another look at his friend and leaned in close. Jake gave Tyler a quick peck of the cheek. He continued to hover there for a moment. He could hear Tyler’s breathing. Feel the warm air waft over him. All he could smell was Tyler, and he never wanted to forget it. Jake couldn’t stop himself. He went in closer for another kiss; this time right on the lips. It interrupted Tyler’s breathing pattern momentarily, but it was not enough to actually wake him. Jake breathed a sigh of relief and began to gather his clothes.
Jake’s clothes were not wearable at all. They were caked and crusted with dried semen. They had been completely soaked through, and then left to dry in the middle of the floor. Jake needed to find something to wear. He didn’t enjoy walking around naked. It made him feel exposed and weak; even more so being exposed while his best friend slept just a few feet away. Jake decided to try and find any of Tyler’s clothes that might fit him. They used to swap clothes all the time, but that was years ago. Jake sifted through Tyler’s underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of briefs. He did not like wearing boxers. The added support gave him peace of mind. Fortunately Tyler and Jake had similar waist sizes despite their height difference. For once Tyler was glad he was super bony.
Jake slipped on the underwear, and began adjusting himself. Even though these were the same size he normally wore, they felt smaller than he was used to. Maybe Tyler liked to wash them on hot to shrink them down a bit. It really didn’t matter why they were small, though. Jake just had to work with what he had. After a minute of shifting and adjusting his package he finally got comfortable enough. He walked over to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror.
He was a mess. His brown hair was sticking out wildly in random directions. The cum shower he had been given last night had soaked into his hair. Then falling asleep with all that in his hair caused him to get the weirdest case of bed head ever. Robert Pattinson might have been able to rock this look, but Jake certainly could not.
On the subject of sparkly vampires, Jake’s face was also covered in chalky, white splotches. He had thick layers of caked on jizz coating most of his face. Further surveying the damage he realized it had also coated much of his chest as well. There was also a bit on the inside of his thighs, but that was most likely actually his. This was going to be a bitch to get off.
As he was looking down he noticed his package was jutting out in front of him rather obscenely. The front pouch of his briefs were so packed that the waistband could not even reach back to touch his abdomen. He could clearly see his junk tightly packed into the pouch. Jake just sort of sighed to himself. It would make sense that Tyler would buy those enhancing underwear. These things had to be like a wonder bra for your ballsack. It just pushed everything up and forward.
He filled the sink with warm water and began splashing his face. He was hoping this would help get his mind off of his current situation; it didn’t. He could feel his fear and panic returning. He soaked his hands again and pressed them up against his face, covering his eyes. He stood there for a few minutes, feeling the warm water soak into his face. Then he felt a pair of smaller arms wrap around him from behind.
“I’m sorry.” Tyler said. “Please don’t cry. I got so caught up in the moment, I didn’t even think about what it would be like for you. I was horny. I was excited. I had been waiting all day to show you my gift that I just lost control.”
“I’m not crying.” Jake lied. He was trying to keep his voice from trembling. “I was just washing my face, see?” He began soaking his hands in the sink again.
“We both know that’s not true. Look. I think I understand. Come on. Look at me.” Tyler tried to turn Jake around. Jake resisted at first, but then slowly turned around and looked at Tyler. Jake’s eyes were red. Even though his face was soaked it was obvious he had been crying. “Wow. I really did a number on your face, didn’t I?” Tyler said as he cracked a goofy smirk.
In spite of his sullen mood, Jake could not resist Tyler’s attempt at humor. That goofy smile got him every time. He started to laugh even though tears were still streaming from his eyes. “That’s better.” Tyler said. “Here. You still have a little something on your face. Let me help you with that.” Jake bent in a little close so he was closer to eye level with Tyler. Tyler craned his neck up a bit and wrapped his arms around the back of Jake’s neck. He then planted a long and passionate kiss right on Jake’s lips. Jake tensed up for a second, but then he let himself return the kiss. They remained locked in that passionate embrace for what seemed like forever. Neither one wanted to let it end. When they finally broke apart it was because they both were desperate for air.
“God, I have loved you for so long.” Tyler said. Jake did not expect to hear this. He had convinced himself that his love would be forever unrequited.
“Wait… You mean you loved me back? Why did you never tell me?”
“Why did you never tell me?” Tyler shot back. “We probably thought the same thing. What if he doesn’t love me back? What if this makes things awkward between us? What if he is disgusted by me now that he knows I am into dude? What if he hates me after he finds out?”
“But I could never hate you!” Jake protested.
“And I could never hate you, but we still thought it. Our fear has kept us from loving the one we truly want to be with.”
Jake had never been happier in his life, and neither had Tyler. “Does this make us an item?” Jake asked with a nervous grin on his face.
“I believe it does!” Tyler replied. He was positively beaming. He cheeks hurt from how wide he was smiling.
“Then what say you, we make it official?” Jake said. His tone of voiced had changed. It was more sultry. More seductive. He was also giving Tyler the same bedroom eyes from last night. Tyler could see that Jake was sporting a massive hard on. The briefs he was wearing were trying unsuccessfully to contain his massive erection. His dick was pressing against the fabric so hard that front was forever going to be too stretched out to be usable again. Tyler recognized them as his own, but he didn’t mind. It’s not like he would ever fit into them again anyway.
They continued to kiss as they made their way back to the bed. When they were at the side of the bed Jake put his thumbs in the waistband and begin to push down, but Tyler stopped him. “No, wait. Let me do this.” Tyler got down on his knees in front of Jake and grabbed the waistband. He could scarcely contain his excitement. Everything about this moment was perfect. He was undressing his boyfriend, and what followed next was sure to be amazing. He slowly pulled the briefs down. Jake’s cock was pulled down with the waistband until it finally sprung loose. It sprayed Tyler a bit as it sproinged back up. Jake was already leaking in anticipation. Tyler was now face to face with his boyfriend’s cock. It was amazing. It was beautiful. It was huge. He had to be at least a foot long. Tyler tried to think back to earlier in the afternoon. There was no way Jake was that big earlier today. Tyler couldn’t hold back any more. He grabbed ahold of he cock tip with one hand and began licking up and down the shaft as he worked Jake’s balls with the other hand.
Jake was not expected Tyler to start off so vigorously. He had been on the verge of cumming for minutes now and this sudden stimulation was just too much. He came hard, all over Tyler’s face. Jake was amazed at how much he had managed to cum. He had never shot that much, or that long, or that hard in his life. Tyler was grinning from ear to ear even though his face was completely coated with seed. “Done so soon?” Tyler teased. Jake wasn’t done yet, though. Even though he had just came he was already hard and ready for more. The two boys fell into bed and continued to make out. Jake was getting a taste of Tyler’s lips and skin as well as his own cum every time he kissed Tyler. It was a whole new experience for him, and it just made him harder.
“What is it you like about me?” Jake asked. Still unable to believe this was true.
“Everything. I love the way you walk. I love the way you talk. The way you get unironically excited about the goofiest shit. The way you can name every dwarf in The Hobbit. The way you make me fall in love with books I’ve never read, games I’ve never played just from listening to you ramble on about them for hours.” Tyler enunciated each point by pushing Jake back a little and planting kisses on him. By the time he was done Jake was pinned back against the wall. “I even called that crazy alien Geno and I have never played Mario RPG. I only knew of that character because of you.”
Jake was surprised by this. “You met Geno? You actually called him Geno? Why did you do that?”
Tyler was laughing as he recalled his visitation. “I was just being a smartass. I thought it was all some weird dream. Wait, why? Did you call him Geno, too?”
“What else would I call a random alien man with magic star power? How’d he respond?”
“He just kind of took it in stride. It seems he thinks that ‘Geno’ is a traditional Earth title for space visitors.” Tyler was still laughing about how silly the whole situation was. “He said that you summoned him, you know. What were you wishing for so hard that he could hear it from outer space?”
Jake kind of fidgeted. “It’s silly. He couldn’t do it anyway.”
“Magic starman couldn’t grant your wish? And I thought my wish was far fetched.” Tyler teased Jake a bit.
“Well. He says that physical things are easy. Genetic modification, matter adjusting. No problem, but messing with people’s feelings and personalities is not possible. He told me it wouldn’t be fair to the other person, and it wouldn’t be satisfying anyway.”
Tyler was genuinely curious now. “How so?”
“Well, let’s say… hypothetically, I asked for my best friend to fall in love with me. True I would have the love of my life love me back, but it wouldn’t be right. I would know in the back of my mind that he never did fall for me. He was forced to love me by someone else. I couldn’t live with that.”
“Right. Hypothetically.” Tyler rolled is eyes. “But you ended up getting me anyway.” Tyler hugged Jake tightly and kissed him on the cheek. “Did he give you another wish?”
“I don’t know. The response he gave me was kind of cryptic.” Jake replied, losing himself in thought.
“Well what did you wish for?”
“I wished that… Whatever happens next, I wished that you could share it with me.” Jake was blushing really hard at this. “Nothing’s going to come from it, probably. He just said he’d see what he can do, and then vanished.”
Tyler remembered back to meeting Sam in the showers. There’s no way his dick was that big beforehand. Same with Jake’s. Tyler knew what happened next. Geno went and visited him. Gave him his new power, and you can bet he is going to share it with Jake. Just like he wished for.
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Jake and Tyler kissed long and passionately. Jake was unable to bend forward with Tyler’s rigid, colossal, length wedged between them. Fortunately he was able to crane his neck down a bit, and Tyler was able to stand up on his toes enough for them to lock lips. They pulled each other in tightly; Jake even managed to lift Tyler off his feet a bit so they could kiss deeper. Sandwiched between Tyler’s monumental cock and Jake’s abdomen, was Jake’s smaller, but still massive, cock. Both boys could feel their members rubbing together as they kissed. Jake could feel a sticky wetness spreading across his chest, letting him know turned on Tyler was. Tyler could feel a similar sensation spreading across the lower half of his shaft.
Both boys were ready to have another go right then and there in the shower stall, but their passion was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. They gazed into each others eyes with a mixture of despair, longing, and lust. They knew they had to get down to dinner soon to avoid arousing suspicion, but they were both so horny; they just wanted to finish. Consequences be damned.
Tyler leaned in for another kiss, but Jake held him at bay. Jake slowly shook his head. Tyler could see the pain in his eyes. Jake wanted to continue as much as e did, but Jake was always the more level headed of the two. Tyler realized that Jake was right. They couldn’t stay up here all night. They had to make a showing, and carry on as if things were normal. Tyler let out a raggedy sigh. He took a moment to let his heart rate slow down and his breathing return to normal.
Tyler could see that Jake was nowhere near ready to go downstairs yet. There were large chunks of cum still caked onto him. The shower had helped to soften it up a bit, but he needed a solid scrubbing to get it all off. Tyler leaned quickly to give Jake one last quick peck on the cheek and then opened the shower door. “I’ll get us some clothes. Hurry up and get cleaned up.” Jake nodded. His face was an odd combination of colors; his cheeks were bright red and there were still white globs intermittently splattered across his face.
Jake placed his left pointer and middle fingers on his chest. He traced his fingers along the slimy, sticky pool of Tyler’s pre that was steadily trickling down his front. He could smell it even over the fresh soapy smell. Once his fingers were thoroughly coated, Jake slipped his fingers into his mouth and stepped back under the shower stream. He sucked as much of it as he could off of his fingers; basking in the flavor. When his fingers were completely clean, he picked up the cloth and soap and began work on the rest of him.
Meanwhile Tyler sifted through his drawers for clothes. He was beginning to worry that he’d never be able to find anything tat would fit him when he saw it; an old worn out pair of sweat pants. Tyler recognized these. They actually belonged to his dad, but must have been mixed in wit his laundry accidentally. Tyler’s dad was very similar to him in terms of height, but Tyler was in much better shape. These pants were designed for someone who is much wider all around than Tyler is, which made them perfect for him now. Tyler stuck his right leg in first and then began feeding his long tube down the same pant leg. Once his meat was safely put away, he slipped the other leg in and began pulling the pants up. He had managed to get them up on his hips, but they wouldn’t go any further. Any more and they began to cramp his nuts in a painful way. It would have to do, Tyler thought, as he tightened the drawstring as tight as he could manage. The pants stayed up well enough, but the base of his shaft, his well trimmed pubic area, and most of his ass were all very visible.
Tyler dug around for a shirt, to, but none were long enough. They all stopped right at about the waist. Tyler then remembered an old bath robe he had in his closet. It was given to him a few years ago by his grandparents. Grandparents never knew what kind of gifts to give, but Tyler graciously accepted it and stashed it away where it would never be worn. He had never been happier to be related to such a tacky old woman. He threw the robe on and tied it around the waist. It served its purposes and covered up his Netherlands in such a way that he could at least be seen in public.
Tyler looked over is odd outfit in the mirror. He looked ridiculous. He had an ugly overcoat and the crotch line on his pants was down to his knees. Tyler had neither the grace, nor the animated penguin entourage to rock the look anywhere near as well as Dick Van Dyke had. At least his obscene bulge was covered up by the robe. His lower half bulged out in misshapen ways, but it wasn’t readily apparent what was causing it. As far as the average onlooker would be concerned, it was just a side effect of dressing like a frumpy old man.
Tyler grabbed a few articles of clothing for Jake as well. Jake was a lot easier to find clothes for, since his equipment was not as inhumanly large as Tyler’s. All Tyler had to worry about was finding clothes that were long enough for Jake’s tall, lanky frame. Jake pulled out a pair of basketball shorts that stopped well below his knees when he wore them. The shirt was the problem, though. He owned no long shirts. The best he could come up with was an old, baggy hoodie.
Tyler had good timing, for as soon as he had gotten Jake’s outfit ready he heard the water from the shower stop. Tyler scooped up the clothes and turned around to see Jake standing in the doorway. Jake had not a single scrap of cloth on him, save for the towel which was being used to dry his hair.
Jake could tell Tyler liked what he saw because as soon as Tyler turned and saw him his jaw dropped. Jake was thin, but nowhere near emaciated. The only bits of his bone structure that could be seen clearly were the bottom ridge of his ribs, his collar bone, and just a little bit of a ridge on the sides of his hips. He had the rudimentary basis of muscles, which could sort of be seen from the right angles; such as if he flexed, you could almost make out the bump of his bicep. His stomach was flat, firm, and smooth. Tyler could see he had a little bit of muscle there, but it was nowhere near as toned and developed as his.
Jake was also much paler than Tyler. He wasn’t pasty, but he didn’t go outside enough to get a decent tan going. Jake also didn’t put near as much stock in manscaping as Tyler did; as was evidenced by the thick clumps of hair around his armpits and groin. Even in its currently wet state, the hair curled and clumped thickly around the base of his penis. Tyler had often teased him about this in the past. It seemed whenever they went swimming or some other activity that resulted him Jake not wearing a shirt, Tyler would constantly remind Jake not to overfeed his tribbles. Jake was naturally hairless everywhere else, which just served to make his few clumps of hair seem even more wild and unkempt.
But this was all stuff that Tyler had seen before. What really caught his eye was the thick, meaty, cock that Jake was now sporting. Jake could tell that Tyler was completely fixated on his schlong. It was Jake’s turn to show off now. His hard-on had had time to die down, but not completely. He still had a sizeable semi that hung at least halfway down to his knees. Behind the shaft dangled two melon sized balls. Jake’s balls didn’t sag near as much as Tyler’s did, but they still dangled far lower than they used to. The sheer weight of them was starting to cause them to become low hangers.
Jake rubbed his hair vigorously. His hair was pretty much dry by now, but he was no longer trying to dry off. Each hard brush of his scalp would send a wave through his body that would run down the length of his cock, causing it to swing heavily back and forth. Tyler looked like one of those old, novelty Felix the Cat clocks as his eyes traced the path of Jake’s dick as it slapped from thigh to thigh. Jake was enjoying the lusty gaze he was getting from Tyler, and Jake could see the outline of Tyler’s enormous cock stir and twist as it grew inside his sweatpants. Jake could see why Tyler enjoyed flaunting his stuff as much as he did, and as much as Jake wanted to keep the show going, he knew they were late for dinner as it was.
Jake playfully flung his soggy towel into Tyler’s face, and scooped up the clothes Tyler was holding. Tyler quickly pulled the towel off, but Jake was already pulling the pants on. All but the very base of his shaft was already covered. Tyler gave Jake the biggest, sad puppy eyes he could manage. “Oh, all right.” Jake said with mock indignation as he pulled his pants back down a few inches. Not enough to expose the head, but enough to expose a good chunk of the shaft and all of his balls. “But that’s it for now. We have to get going.” Jake said as he pulled the shorts back up and slipped his shirt on.
Jake then leaned in really close to Tyler, and whispered seductively into his ear. “And besides. We have all night to pick up where we left off.” With that Jake gave one of Tyler’s gigantic nuts a gentle squeeze, and headed downstairs.
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After Tyler left the nurse’s office, he wandered on over to the cafeteria. It was still his lunch period, and he was very hungry; a long round of hot sex tends to have that effect on people. He had to eat quickly though because the lunch period was almost over. After that he went ahead and attended his last class.
Tyler was bored through the entirety of his last period. World history? Why was he even in this class? If he really needed to know in what year Charlemagne crossed the ocean blue he’d just wikipedia it. Tyler listened to the teacher drone on about dates and figures. Tyler really didn’t care. This was all just review for the final on Thursday. Tyler had all of this in his notebook; in a far less boring version to boot. Tests in this class were mind numbingly easy. All Tyler had to do was memorize the study guide and show up for class. Five minutes afterwards he would jettison all knowledge of the subject into the wild blue yonder.
Tyler actually wished he could focus on the class, though. He had pangs of guilt gnawing away at the back of his mind. Tyler’s conscience was bitching him out non-stop. If this class was at least halfway interesting and the information halfway important, Tyler would at least have an excuse to tell that little voice on his shoulder to sit down and shut the hell up.
Tyler pondered what it would be like if he actually had an angel and a devil on each shoulder like in the cartoons. Would his angel and devil be as hung as he was? That would be hilarious to see, the little angel trying to float around all heavenly and innocent with a massive wang dragging across Tyler’s shoulder. The devil would enjoy it, though. Devils always seem to be naked, anyway. It’d probably enjoy its massive endowment.
Tyler began imagining a three inch tall, red skinned, naked version of himself sitting on his shoulder while stroking a five inch cock. Man, even Tyler’s nega-conscience is packing more meat that he was just three days ago. He’d probably cum more than his body weight. Devils don’t get tired like people do, right? He could jizz indefinitely; flooding he entire room with his demon seed. Everyone in the room would get soaked with the infernal spooge and begin to grow like Tyler had.
Tyler jerked awake suddenly. He could feel something tightening around his chest. He must have dozed off during class. It’s not the first time this has happened, but this is the first time Tyler dozed off while wearing his dick like a life-preserver. It was getting thicker and beginning to harden; constricting tightly around him. Is this what wearing a corset feels like? No wonder chicks seem to hate those things.
Fortunately just thinking about women in their lingerie, even Victorian era lingerie, was enough to get the swelling down. If he had ever doubted it before, Tyler could now safely say he was totally gay.
His dick was still a little tight around him. Tyler tried to calm himself down by repeating “Margaret Thatcher topless on a cold day” silently in his mind. Tyler did not actually know what Margaret Thatcher looked like, and so this served no purpose other than to make him want to laugh. Of course he couldn’t bust out laughing in class. Well, I mean, he could, but then he’d have to explain what was making him laugh, and that would be a huge mess. How do you even tell someone that you are trying to get your bone down so that you don’t crack a rib without sounding like a total loony?
Tyler eventually managed to get his silent giggling under control; not without a few strange looks from his neighboring students, though. Tyler was glad for that bit of humor, though. It took his mind off of his troubles for a few moments; his trouble with Jake. Tyler felt the pit in his stomach open up again. Oh no. He made himself sad.
Tyler was really beating himself up over this. What was he thinking? He had wanted to confess to Jake for years! He finally does it. It goes amazing. They have a night of mind (and load) blowing sex. They go to school as an official couple; even announcing it publicly for everyone to hear. And then Tyler cheats on Jake. All this is the span of twenty four hours.
Tyler just wanted to slam his head into his desk while grinding his teeth and pulling out his hair, but he just sat there; silently imploding like a super nova. Tyler’s stomach felt like it was turning into a black hole of guilt. How could he be so stupid?
Finally the bell rang. Tyler was free from class, but he would have to face Jake. How would he do it? Would he try and hide it? Tyler was terrible at keeping secrets. Last year he had tried to throw a surprise party for Jake’s birthday. Ok, so is mom had set it up, but she told Tyler and told him to keep it a secret. Tyler just giggled like a stooge every time he was close to Jake, until Jake made Tyler’s mom spill the beans just to make Tyler shut up.
Tyler would have to fess up and soon. Tyler really wanted to just hop on the bus and head home that way. At least buy himself an hour or so to decide how to break the news. That would just make things worse, wouldn’t it? Jake was expecting him, and if Tyler ditched him at school it’d make Tyler look like an even bigger douche than he already was.
How to explain it, though? Sam did all the work. Tyler was just along for the ride. That makes it less bad, right? No, that’s stupid. Tyler knew he could have told Sam to stop at any moment, and Sam would have listened. Sam was so smitten with Tyler he would have done anything Tyler had asked.
Oh no. Tyler remembered that Sam still has a huge crush on him. If Tyler’s crush had been standing in front in front of him with a raging hardon he would have not given it a second thought before going ankles to ears; Tyler had actually proven this fact last night in various ways and positions.
Great. Now Tyler was beating himself up over cheating on Jake and leading Sam on like that. That does it. Tyler was going to curl up in a ball right here, in the middle of the hallway, and die. That’s the best option. Just shrivel up and die of shame.
Tyler was distracted from his mental smackdown of his self when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Tyler turned to see who it was; he was mentally preparing himself for the worst. He was actually hoping for another bully to be along to beat the shit out of him. Tyler would have welcomed it; he knew he deserved it.
No such luck. It was Jake, and he did not seem too pleased. “I had some time after I gave my presentation so I stopped by to see you, but you had already left. Mostly, anyway.” Shit. Tyler knew he was busted now. Jake had already seen the aftermath. It would be easy for Jake to figure out what went down after he left. Tyler wouldn’t be surprised if there was even a silhouette of Sam on the wall from when Tyler had blasted him back in an explosion of jizz. It’s like a twenty megacum bomb had gone off in there.
Tyler’s mind replayed the scene where Sam had actually lost his footing because he was being buffeted so hard by a fire hose of spooge. He had to admit, that was pretty hot; Tyler’s dick twitched in agreement. No. This is not the time for this. Tyler had much more important matters to attend to.
“Ok. First off, don’t be mad at Sam. It was totally my fault. I was showing off, and then he started sucking me off, and then it sort of got weird.” Tyler pleaded with Jake.
Jake was actually glad to see that Tyler was being so honest about it. Then again Tyler could never keep a secret; or lie for that matter. He was too expressive. Every thought he had was easily visible on his face whether he meant for it to be or not. Jake couldn’t even begin to count how many times they had stayed up all night watching terrible movies, and Jake had been more fascinated with Tyler’s face than with the movie. Even during the most boring scenes, Tyler was captivated. His facial expressions would match the mood of the scene; often mimicking that of the actors exactly. It was just one of the many reasons that Jake loved Tyler.
Jake was also pleased to see Tyler step up to defend Sam. Tyler was so willing to take the blame, and Jake really respected him for that. That still left the issue of Tyler getting it on behind Jake’s back, though. Jake actually wasn’t sure how he felt about this. He wasn’t actually mad, per se. He was just a little worried. Jake knew that Tyler loved him, but if he was so quick to put out with other people, how could Jake be sure that Tyler would stay with him.
Jake knew that Tyler was a catch; Tyler was cute, ripped, and hung. Most of the girls and some of the boys wanted Tyler; basically anyone who was into guys was into Tyler. Tyler was way out of Jake’s league, but somehow Jake had managed to score him. Jake, the lanky, goofy, unassuming nerd next door, had managed to snag the high school heartthrob.
“Please. Say something? Anything?” The sound of Tyler’s pleading snapped Jake back to reality. He had been so lost in his own thoughts, that he had not been paying attention to what was going on around him. Jake could see the hurt and fear in Tyler’s eyes.
Jake let out a long sigh. “I was never actually mad at you. I was just worried.” Jake explained while putting both of his hands on Tyler’s shoulders in an effort to calm him down.
“Worried?” Tyler tilted his head a bit, obviously confused.
“Yeah. It would be so easy for you to find someone better. I mean look at Sam. He’s cute and cut and did you see that bulge? Those jeans were way too tight for him. Although, even if he wasn’t that hung, after a night with you he could be a porn star.” Jake tried his best to give a reassuring smile.
Tyler’s could feel his heart breaking as Jake said “someone better.” Tyler gripped Jake’s hands tightly. “Don’t talk like that. I’ll never be able to find anyone better even if I searched the whole world. You are the smartest person I have ever met. You actually have a future after high school. You can go anywhere you want and do anything you want. You have the brains and the drive to succeed. If anyone should be worried about being left behind, it’s me.”
Jake’s eyes were beginning to water. “Oh, come on, you have plenty of options after high school. You can probably get a sports scholarship to any college you would want.”
“Maybe last week but not any more. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret the changes that have happened to me, but I won’t be doing any sport professionally any more.” Tyler thought for a second and then shrugged and said “Well, maybe I could do three legged racing.”
Jake laughed a little and wiped his eyes. “No way. You are so much better at skeet shooting.”
Tyler was laughing now, too. “We can be the Olympic skeet shooting team. Imagine the world records we would set!” Tyler wiped his eyes, too. “So, are you ok with Sam and I having done it?”
Jake grinned and said “I’m just sad I didn’t get to see it. How much extra did you give him?”
“Oh, he’s putting porn stars to shame now.” Tyler said with a mischievous grin; the devious glint returning to his eyes. “You like that part, don’t you?”
Jake was slightly flustered by this. “I find it fascinating, is all. My interest is strictly scientific.”
“Uh-huh. Scientific.” Tyler said with obvious sarcasm. “Well Sam wants us to come over later. Maybe you can film it… for scientific reasons.” Tyler said; adding in his trademark lascivious wink.
“We just made up and already you are talking about having another go with Sam?” Jake asked, slightly taken aback.
“Oh come on, it’s not cheating if you’re there too.” Tyler pleaded in his most seductive voice. The pleading was just for show, though. Tyler knew Jake was already on board. Tyler gave Jake’s swelling semi a quick squeeze to show that he knew he already won.
Jake tried to let out a sigh of defeat, but let out a moan of pleasure instead. He quickly covered his mouth and looked around. No one else appeared to be around, which was fortunate. Although Jake wasn’t even sure he would care if someone else heard him anymore.
Tyler pulled out his phone and sifted through his contacts, but he stopped before actually sending the call. “There’s a restroom down the hall.” Tyler leaned in close and whispered seductively, “That has an extra large stall.”
Jake was slightly flustered and really horny now, but he pushed Tyler away. “So you’re a poet now?”
Tyler just smirked and said “Bitch, I’m so krunk my watch says Rhyme-ex. But seriously, almost everyone is gone already, we can get spend some quality time together, and I am relatively sure no one will walk in on us.” Tyler was rubbing Jake’s massive cock though his pant leg while saying all this, and could feel it give a little surge as Tyler mentioned getting caught.
Jake could tell from the look on Tyler’s face that Tyler could tell that Jake was a little turned on by the risk of discovery. Oh, shit. Tyler’s never going to let me live this down. Jake thought to himself. “Either way, I refuse to do it in a school bathroom. Those things are filthy.”
Tyler gave Jake’s dick one last squeeze and said with a wink “Suit yourself.” Tyler then hit the send button on his phone.
Jake let out a sigh of relief, but he knew that Tyler was not one to give up that easy. Jake was actually a little worried about what Tyler might think of instead.
Tyler held the phone up to his ear and nodded to Jake as he asked “Your car windows are tinted, right?” Before Jake could even explain that his car is a jeep and doesn’t even have solid windows, let alone tinted ones, and that the cloth sides would do nothing to muffle their moans of pleasure Tyler turned away and responded to the phone.
Sam’s phone began ringing, but Dalton had only just left. Sam could actually still see him way down the hallway. Dalton was obviously not the one calling Sam, but the number calling him was not one of his saved contacts. “…Hello?” Sam answered.
“Sammy!” came the voice on the other line. It was Tyler. Even with the awkward voice distortion that seemed to happen on the phones, Sam could easily tell. After all, no one else called him Sammy.
“You still at school?” Tyler asked. “Jake and I were about to head out. We could easily give you a ride if you want.”
Sam was surprised by his good fortune. He had probably already missed his bus, so getting a ride would save him a lot of trouble. “Um, sure. I live a bit out of the way, though.”
“No problem. We were all going to be hanging at your place anyway, right?”
Sam actually had not planned on them all heading to his place so soon. He had figured he would have a little time to get cleaned up before Tyler and Jake decided to stop by, but if they were giving him a ride from school it would make sense and save a lot of time in the long run. “Sure. I don’t see why not.”
“Great. Meet you out front.” Tyler had hung up before Sam had time to ask for specifics, but Sam didn’t mind too much. It’s not like Tyler and Jake would be hard to spot; optimistic juggalos seem to stand out in almost any setting.
Within a few minutes all three of the guys had met up in front of the school. Sam was really nervous. Here was his crush, who he had just had the most bizarre sex with not even two hours ago, and his crush’s boyfriend, who may or may not already know about it. Sam could tell that Jake was eyeing him up and down. Jake’s gaze stopped on the outline of Sam’s sizeable dick. Sam wasn’t sure what to think. Was Jake checking him out? Maybe he was sizing up the competition?
Fortunately Jake soon spoke and helped put Sam’s mind at ease a little. “I can see Tyler really did a number on you.” Sam’s face turned bright red.
“It’s ok. Tyler told me about you and him in the nurse’s office. Relax, I’m not upset.” Jake then gestured to Sam’s bulge. “I take it you’ve figured out Tyler’s hidden talent already.” Sam nodded and turned even redder.
Jake wished he could have been there when it happened. He would have loved to watch Sam’s dick swell up before his eyes. He wondered how big Sam had gotten before he even figured it out. Jake knew better than to press the issue right now though. It was pretty obvious that Sam was on high alert at the moment. Jake figured Sam probably still felt like he was mad at him for having sex with Tyler.
Jake figured it would take Sam a little while to unwind and start realizing that no one was actually mad at him for anything. Rather than waste his time trying to get Sam to relax Jake just gestured to the parking lot. “I’ve got an old jeep parked way in the back. We’ve got a bit of walking ahead of us. Come along, Ponds.”
Sam liked Jake. He didn’t think Jake was the duplicitous type, but he had expected Jake to be more upset about Sam having played doctor with Tyler. Sam looked to Tyler for reassurance. Tyler just smiled and nodded to let Sam know it was alright. Sam was able to start to relax and followed Jake and Tyler to Jake’s jeep.
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Tags: [Futa/F] [Rape] [Reluctant] [Rough] [Anal] [Deep Throat] [Tail Sex] [Excessive Cum] [Light Cum Inflation] [Non-Sexual Violence] [Impregnation] [Long]
A loud roar echoed throughout the jungle, setting birds aflight as the force of it made the trees shake and rustle.
Lifting her head, Katarina watched a flock of avians flying overhead away from the terrifying sound, a wicked grin crossing her ruby lips. The red-headed assassin knew that bellowing roar well. Somebody had picked a fight with the dragon that made its home in the jungle, hoping to earn a quick bounty for its head. A risky move here on the fields of justice. If they succeeded, all the gold could purchase some powerful weapons, weapons that could turn the tide of battle in their favour. If they succeeded. The opportunistic assassin aimed to make sure they didn't.
Making her way down the river that flowed past the dragon's home, Katarina stepped slowly, cautiously. She didn't want to give herself away by splashing noisily as she tromped down the stream. Her black leather boots slipping through the shallow, chilled water, she was thankful they were sturdy enough to keep her feet dry. Clutched in each gloved hand was the hilt of a long, wickedly curved dagger, the blades caked with the dried blood of previous victims. They gleamed in the low light cascading through the trees, a deadly surprise for whoever was engaged in the dragon hunt.
Brushing a few locks of her long, flowing, crimson hair from her face, two fingers lingered to trace a line across the old scar cut down across the left side of her face, narrowly missing her bright green eye. Perking her ears, the lightly tanned killer stopped and pressed her back against a nearby tree, the bark scraping uncomfortably against her lower back, exposed along with her midriff by her incredibly low cut top, barely even big enough to cover her heavily endowed chest. The leather jacket she wore wasn't any longer, the zipper undone so that she could use her cleavage as a distraction against any opponent who's eyes wandered too far down from her beautiful, albeit scarred, visage.
Up ahead, she could hear the sounds of battle. Loud splashing as something thrashed about in the water, more roars and echoing growls, pained and weak sounding now, the dragon clearly faltering and losing the fight. Creeping forward just a bit more, Katarina poked her head out from around the tree, hoping she wasn't about to pick a fight with too large of a group.
To her surprise and glee, she found no party of dragon slayers, but rather just one person standing her ground against the enormous fire-breathing beast amidst a pond, the shallow, ankle deep water tainted by blood. Ashen skinned and clad in scale armour coloured a fiery red and trimmed with shimmering gold, the woman was fighting the dragon bare-handed, no weapons to defend herself with, wearing just her draconic looking armour. Armour that looked like it was built more for aesthetics than actual protection. The leggings covered only the outsides of her thighs, climbing up to an armoured skirt that stopped below her belly and left her midriff exposed. A form-fitting chestplate protected her bosom, and curved shoulderpads might keep her from having a limb cut off at the shoulder, but the rest of her arms were bare, save only for an ornate pair of gauntlets, the left functioning as a wrist guard, while the right resembled a dragon's head, as if her right
hand was a monstrous mouth reaching out to take a bite. The most interesting feature was the woman's helm though. Two wickedly curved horns protruding from the sides of it and curling backwards, and from the back of the helmet was what could only be described as a draconic tail, long and sinewy, trailing down the woman's back and past the curve of her ass. It left her face completely open however, her sharp, angular features staring down the actual dragon standing before her with a look of grim determination, her eyes practically glowing the colour of hot embers.
Katarina grinned, watching as the dark, grey-skinned woman launched herself upon the enormous, green-scaled dragon, tearing at it with hands tipped with sharp, almost clawed looking fingers. The dragon's large, webbed wings beating as it tried to lift it's great bulk into the air, its plump belly and short, stubby legs dangling limply as it roared and spewed a gout of flame from its horned visage. The would-be dragon slayer simply stood her ground as she was bathed in flames, looking completely unfazed and unharmed as they sloughed off of her like water. With a bestial cry, she threw herself forward, and her claws tore through the dragon's protruding gut, carving deep grooves in its armoured scales like butter.
The longer she watched the battle, the less confident Katarina became that this woman would be the easy kill she'd first thought her to be. The assassin counted at least three easily exposed vital areas, her stomach, her face, the jugular, not to mention how easy it would be to hamstring her through the bare portion of her thighs, but cutting her down would mean getting up close and personal, and the fiery-haired killer wasn't sure she wanted to get into melee range with somebody who could take a dragon on with her bare hands and come out the victor. No, a wise assassin picked her battles carefully, and this one wasn't in her favour, even with the element of surprise. Though, that wasn't to say that the endeavour need be a complete waste.
Katarina's predatory gaze fell upon the dragon now, roaring in pain as the powerful woman grabbed it's head in one hand and one of its curved horns in the other, snapping the horn clean off and tossing it aside as the monster sought to gore her with it. In its weakened state, this beast would be an easy kill. The stolen bounty would be worth a small fortune, and it wouldn't be difficult to deliver a clean kill and escape before the other woman even realized what was going on. But she'd have to move quickly in order to steal credit for the beast before her foe did!
Leaping out from behind the tree she'd hidden herself by, Katarina made a mad dash towards the wounded monster. Summoning what little magic she'd been taught by the trained killers she'd studied under, the scarlet-haired murderer vanished suddenly as she lunged at the dragon from forty yards away, disappearing into thin air and reappearing atop its back in a puff of smoke. Her legs straddling the beast's back, she grabbed it's one remaining horn to steady herself and with the other hand guided the tip of a knife deep into the monster's neck.
The dragon let out one last bellowing roar, the sound cut short as Katarina sliced through its vocal chords, severing arteries and cutting clean through its throat. The dagger enchanted with spells designed to make it pierce hard armour, the blade was quickly soaked with blood as she sliced the dragon's head clean off, still grasping it by the horn as she leaped backwards, taking its head as proof that she'd slain it.
Standing in the stagnant pool, the ashen-skinned woman stood in shock as the creature she'd been fighting fell decapitated onto its side with a loud splash, blood fountaining from the stump of its neck. Who dared... Who had the audacity to steal her kill? Narrowing her fierce, yellow eyes to slits, Shyvana the Half Dragon's gaze lowered to eye Katarina with a glare that felt like it was burning a hole through her. This wench sought to steal her rightful reward, and she'd pay dearly for that mistake.
Katarina however, had no intention of sticking around for the glowering warrior to take her revenge. Pulling one of the many, many daggers strapped to her belt from its sheath, she gripped it lightly by the hilt and threw the weapon at her surprised opponent to serve as a distraction. The knife sailed through the air with expert aim, spinning end over end to strike Shyvana in the shoulder, the magic imbued blade biting into her shoulderpad and coming within millimetres of piercing her flesh through the thick armour plating. Without a second of hesitation, the assassin was off, bolting with the dragon's head still hanging in her grip by the horn. She tore through the jungle as fast as her legs would carry her, her boots sloshing noisily as she stomped across the riverbed.
Nearing the treeline where the river crossed paths with one of the main roads of this forested region known as Summoner's Rift, Katarina took a second to glance back behind her with a smirk, looking to see just how much of a lead she had on her enraged pursuer. Her grin quickly melted away though when she saw that dark, terrifying woman was only a dozen feet behind her, and gaining quickly. The water splashing and rippling outwards as the armoured dragon hunter was chasing her down, not having been hindered in the slightest by the assassin's surprise attack. Their gaze meeting for one brief moment, Shyvana's eyes seemed to burn with an inhuman light. Without warning, flames suddenly exploded out from around her! A swirling vortex of fire that evaporated the water around her feet, removing all resistance the river had been giving her, Shyvana's speed increased greatly as she raced towards her would-be murderer. Turning her head back to look in front of her, Katarina grit her teeth and pushed her body as hard as it would go, her lungs burning and her heart pounding as her legs pumped and carried her as fast as they could.
There! Just up ahead, a massive stone statue, sculpted to resemble a horned, demonic looking knight wielding a crystal staff and a shield. That statue meant safely, a magical guardian that would attack any enemies who neared while allowing friends to pass by unharmed. It was on Katarina's side in this battle. If she could just make it there safely, it would defend her, and she'd be home free. Stepping out onto the road, the bottoms of her black leather pants sagging, dripping and soaking wet, she ran as quickly as she could towards the shadow of the massive statue with the burning, fiery warrior hot on her heels.
Another glance behind her, and Shyvana was gaining fast. Her hands clenched into fists, she held her right arm out, and staring into the gauntlet covering it, it was as though she was being pursued by another dragon, the air itself burning around her. She wouldn't make it at this rate. So close, but the half-dragon was moving too quickly, she wasn't going to escape.
Just as all hope seemed lost, Katarina caught sight of something that filled her heart with joy. Marching single file down the road towards her, a line of diminutive, cloaked figures, clad in purple with faces masked in the shadows cast by their hoods and wielding tiny swords, shields, and magical wands. The little creatures were just Minions, mindless and weak, magically created for the sole purpose of fighting to the death against whoever they were pitted against on the fields of justice. The girl chasing her would likely tear through them like they were rag dolls, if she didn't ignore the pathetically weak creatures outright, but that didn't matter, because they were targets that she could use her teleportation spell to move towards. As they marched towards her without pause, stepping out from underneath the protective statue, they were just coming into range of her.
Behind her, Shyvana was only a step behind now. One clawed hand outstretched, she reached out to grab hold of Katarina, her hand igniting and bursting into flames. The knife wielding assassin screwed her eyes shut just as those claws grabbed hold of her jacket collar. Summoning her little magic once more, she threw herself forward and vanished, leaving Shyvana to stumble a few steps further up the road, clutching just Katarina's empty coat.
In a puff of smoke, Katarina reappeared a good distance further ahead. The spell sending her to the back of one of the small minions, she planted her feet against its spine and kicked out, springboarding off of it and diving into a somersault. Climbing to her feet, she took a half second to brush some dirt from her pants before she was off and running again, easily covering the rest of the distance towards the stone knight.
Safe at last, she slowed to a stop, her heavy chest heaving as she doubled over, leaning her hands against her knees for support as she sucked in deep, ragged breaths, gasping for air. And still, the dragon's severed, bloody head was gripped tightly in her left hand. Her bright, red lips curled into a smile as she stood up and let out a sigh, turning to watch her foe forced to stop her pursuit in fear of the damage that statue would cause.
Except she wasn't stopping.
Shyvana didn't pause, didn't hesitate, still running down the road towards her, Katarina's coat discarded behind her. The fire that surrounded her engulfed the minions as she ran right past their line, setting their cloaks alight and sending the downright cute looking critters to their doom, all of them collapsing to the ground in piles of ash and charred clothes. Coming into range of the stone sculpture, the demonic stone warrior's eyes began to glow a bright shade of violet. From the violet crystal atop its staff came a burst of purple energy that flew towards Shyvana with perfect accuracy, striking her square in her breastplate, but it didn't even slow down the furious demi-human. A second blast quickly followed, the magical energy hitting again in the same place with even more force, but Shyvana did nothing more than wince as she maintained her speed.
She wasn't going to stop, she wasn't going to stop chasing her until either she was dead, or Katarina was. The assassin felt a chill run down her spine and took a wary step back. The half-dragon was almost upon her again! Her green eyes wide with panic, she turned tail and ran again, fleeing from her pursuer and sealing her own fate. Winded and exhausted, she could barely manage more than a jog, and in her haste to escape, Katarina ran right past the statue and out of range of it.
From the demonic guardian's weapon came a third shot of magical destruction, another direct, unavoidable blow to the armoured female. This time she staggered, but still she continued. Though she put up a strong front, those magical bursts hurt a very great deal. Had Katarina stayed in the magical turret's shadow, Shyvana would have been forced to flee or be struck down by the relentless assault, but now that she was running away, the half-dragon could pursue her away from the stone monster and into the relative safety of the open road beyond it.
Every muscle in her body was burning from the strain, but Katarina forced herself to continue, driven by fear. Further up the road was a second rocky protector she could take shelter under, if she could just make it there. Her vision bleary from exhaustion, the path seemed like it went on forever, the statue so far away. She wasn't going to make it, she didn't have the energy. Just ahead and to the right though was a field of tall grass and thick bushes. Maybe, just maybe she could duck in there and hide, possibly lose her fiery pursuer amongst the brush.
Her free hand was clutching at her side as she ran, her body cramping up. So close, she was so close. Turning her head, Katarina couldn't help but risk a peek behind her, to see if her hunter was as winded as she. To her horror, there was no distance between them. The flames that surrounded Shyvana were licking at her heels, drying and then singing her boots.
With a bestial roar, Shyvana pounced, arms outstretched to tackle Katarina to the dirt. Both women fell forward in a tangle of limbs, the demi-human's armour clacking together as she hit the ground hard, knocking the wind from Katarina's lungs. Her face planted in the dirt, the smaller, slender girl couldn't even scream, struggling to even breathe, her body ached and burned so much. Her large chest pressed uncomfortably flat beneath their combined weight, she let out a strained grunt.
As suddenly as they had erupted around her, the fires engulfing Shyvana vanished, and she climbed to her knees, straddling her captive's back and pinning her arms down. Her claws left scratches across Katarina's bare arms, and the draconic looking head around her right hand bit down into her flesh, the assassin wheezing in pain and releasing her grip on the severed head she'd been carrying this whole time.
"Thought you could steal my kill and get away with it, did you? Now you'll feel the full fury of a dragon!" Shyvana growled, her voice deep, with a slight gravelly, whispery hint to it.
"Aagh! You bitch, you're deep in our territory now, my teammates will find you, even if you kill me, you won't get away alive!" In contrast, Katarina's voice was strong, almost regal sounding. Squirming and struggling beneath her captor, she bucked and tried to throw her off.
Shyvana growled, tightening her grip and squeezing her thighs together to stop her prey's thrashing about. Still, she had a point. Glancing about as if expecting an ambush at any moment, the half-dragon gave a reptilian hiss and climbed off of her trapped opponent, still holding her arms tightly and digging her sharp nails into them as a warning. She fought a full blooded dragon with her bare hands, she could easily rip Katarina's arms from their sockets if she put up too much of a fight. Spotting the same brush that Katarina had hoped to lose her in, a wicked gleam came to her glowing eyes as she got an idea. Dragging her defeated foe to her knees, Shyvana dragged her towards the bushes, briefly pausing to slam her knee into Katarina's rib cage when she tried to scream and pull back.
Tossing her into the tall grass, Shyvana pounced again, ducking into the brush and out of sight. From in there, they were completely invisible to any passersby who might make their way down the road. The blades of grass standing taller than even Shyvana's amazonian proportions, and nestled together close enough that the bushes looked like a solid wall of plant life. Her blackened, ashen lips curling into a wicked grin, she clamped her left hand over Katarina's mouth to stifle her cries, her draconic maw still squeezing tightly, digging teeth and claws into her skin in a threatening gesture.
Emerald eyes wide open in terror, Katarina ceased her struggling, holding still and not wanting to antagonize her vengeful enemy any further. Her muffled cries were silenced by Shyvana's palm, and she shook her head to try and dislodge it. Tilting her head back, she managed to slip away from her hand for a second to speak. "Let me go! Take the damned bounty if you want it so much!" Motioning back towards the road with her free hand, her arm quivering as she pointed to where the true dragon's head was lying on the dirt path.
"Hmph, that won't change things. You took my kill, you robbed me of the chance to prove my worth against him, stole my honour. So now, I'll take your dignity as compensation." With a low growl that filled Katarina with dread, Shyvana slid her bare, left hand down the assassin's face, her claws trailing sharp lines across her throat, before she suddenly grabbed hold of her shirt and yanked back on it roughly. Her razored fingers tore through the leather and shredded her top in one swift motion.
"Wha-what the hell?!" Katarina cried out in surprise, her tightly constrained breasts bouncing free of her far too small top, tatters of leather falling from her ripped shirt. Shyvana's claws left red marks across her tanned skin, but thankfully drew no blood from her exposed tits.
Licking her lips hungrily, the half-dragon lunged forward, opening her mouth wide to show off a set of sharp fangs before closing her lips around one of the captive woman's perky nipples. Katarina threw her head back and screamed as she felt those teeth digging into the sensitive, pink nub, chewing on it lightly enough to do no damage, but still sharply enough to hurt. Digging her fangs into her captive's teat, she pulled back, stretching her nipple until Katarina cried out before letting it go, and watching her stretched breast snap back against her chest. Quickly clamping her open palm down hard over her crimson lips once more, Shyvana shushed her with an evil smile. "Now now, can't have you calling attention to me, not when we're so far into your territory." She cooed, as if to remind Kat that her allies might stumble upon them at any time, filling her with both hope and shame. Pressing her pursed lips back against that same, aching nipple, Shyvana suckled on it gently, letting her tongue, strangely forked like a snake's, flick across her reddened areola.
Squirming and groaning into the half-dragon's hand, the sounds muffled into sounding more like a low moan, Kat balled her available hand into a tight fist and started beating on her rapist's shoulder, trying to kick uselessly at her shins, even though they were shielded by scaly, plated boots. Shyvana was having none of that though, and she jerked hard on Katarina's left arm, the draconic gauntlet leaving sharp bite marks in her supple flesh. In case that wasn't enough pain to deter her, her hand begin to glow, a hellish flame searing her in the same spot she was bitten, intensifying the agony until Kat's eyes were welling up with tears and she got the message.
"This doesn't have to be painful for you my dear, but if you don't stop squirming I'm going to have to MAKE you stop." Shyvana's eyes flashed with menace, staring into Katarina's watery pools as if trying to burn a hole in her skull. Whimpering softly, the assassin stopped thrashing, her eyes wide in sheer terror. Laying her hand against her attacker's shoulder in surrender, she arched her back and turned her head away, cheeks burning red in humiliation.
"There now, that's better. Just lay back and enjoy yourself my dear, and just maybe I'll take it easy on you." Hissing between clenched teeth, Shyvana shoved a leg forward between Kat's thighs, sweeping her legs out from under her and slowly easing the smaller woman down onto her back. Some of the tall grass became crushed underfoot and pushed out of the way, cushioning the ground slightly and forming a mattress of green leaves. Lowering herself on top of her, the demi-human growled and went back to toying with her buxom chest.
Taking the other nipple into her drooling maw, she started to slurp and suckle on it lewdly, teasing it with her tongue, letting the stiffening button slide in between the fork of it and vibrating her slimy tongue against it. She kept up her perverted teasing, tormenting Kat until the killer arched her back and let out a pleasure-tinged moan. Loosening her grip over Katarina's lips, she paused to see if her prey was going to try screaming again. When all she heard was a low, lustful moan instead, she grinned and let her fingers trail lower, lightly caressing the assassin's vulnerable throat before mauling her exposed tit, groping it roughly and grinding her sore nipple against the palm.
Warm, sticky saliva was spilling from the half-dragon's lips, soaking that lovely chest pillow until it glistened, spit running down the sides to pool in between her cleavage. Katarina groaned, the disgusting slime making her feel dirty. Wincing as Shyvana took to nibbling on her breast again, her fangs indenting the soft flesh and leaving bite marks, peppering her bosom with vicious kisses. Her clawed hand squeezing harshly, until she could feel Kat's large mammary being squeezed outwards through the gaps between her fingers. Her palms had a rough, almost scaly texture to them, kneading her perfectly round tit harshly.
Sitting upright, Shyvana let go of Kat's chest, moving to straddle her waist. Releasing her death grip on Katarina's arm, she started fiddling with her guantlet, popping it off with a click and then tossing it aside. She was only freeing up her hands to molest both of her playmates melons at once, squeezing and pulling on them cruelly, rolling them beneath her palms and mashing them together, then prying them apart to expose her cleavage. Her tongue was hanging from her mouth, dripping drool into the gap. With a hungry snarl, Shyvana buried her face between her love cushions, licking up and down the crack of her aching bosom. Those unerring claws leaving dark red scratches all over, leaving the woman to writhe and whine. Trailing gentle nibbles up the insides of her breasts, the ashen amazon exhaled a hot breath that made beads of sweat gather and roll down Kat's bosom to mix with her spit, lapping them up with a pleased "Mnnn..."
Katarina groaned and laid there limply, hoping against the odds that if she just sat there and took the abuse, that the demi-human might be satisfied and let her go. Or, more preferably, that the half-dragon would make herself vulnerable.
Distracted by the assassin's bountiful chest, Shyvana wasn't even pinning her victim down anymore. Kat's left arm ached something fierce, but her right was virtually untouched. Tilting her head down to watch the inhuman woman assaulting her boobs with abandon, the young killer scowled down at her. Her attacker didn't even have her eyes open, losing herself between Katarina's heavy knockers. Silently, the famed murderer reached towards her belt, hoping not to call attention to her movements. Tentatively, she wrapped her fingers around the handle of a knife, a veritable kitchen's worth of blades strapped to her waist and thighs. She wasn't called the Sinister Blade for nothing. Grasping the hilt tightly, Katarina let out a triumphant cry as she pulled the weapon free of it's sheath and jabbed the enchanted edge at Shyvana's chest in one swift motion.
Katarina had expected her dagger to stab through her armour easily, but she was thrown off by just how smoothly the blade moved, meeting no resistance as it cut through nothing at all. Without even opening her eyes, Shyvana deftly shifted her weight to the side, just enough for the jagged knife to miss her by a hair. In the same movement, the tail on the back of her helmet curled and lashed at the weapon, whipping Kat's hand and knocking the dagger from it.
"Naughty girl, it seems you just don't learn, do you?" Opening her eyes to reveal slitted, reptilian pupils and blazing orange irises, Shyvana squeezed her intended murderer's breasts, digging her fingers into them and pulling, until her delicate skin stretched taut and her mammaries were reshaped into cones. Throwing her head back, Katarina let out a guttural groan and tried to paw at Shyvana's hands, slapping at them to no avail. "If you don't want to play nice, then neither will I." Despite the heat she practically radiated, Shyvana's raspy voice had a noticeably icy tone to it. Still tugging on her tits, the half-dragon pinched those perky, pink nipples between thumb and forefinger and twisted on them hard, pulling back sharply at the same time, leaving Kat to scream out in pain. When finally she released her grip, the woman's pillows flopped back into place, the large, soft mounds wobbling and jiggling as they slapped together.
Katarina's eyes were screwed shut, biting her bottom lip to distract herself from the ache in her chest and her fingers clawing at the dirt. Grimacing, she could hear the clink of metal on metal, followed by a thud as something hit the dirt nearby. Cracking one eye open to see what new hell Shyvana intended to put her through, both green eyes snapped open wide, staring in slack-jawed shock at her captor.
Shyvana had removed the plated skirt that protected her loins, and now staring Kat between the eyes was a big, fat, monstrous cock. Thick and meaty, the shaft was as dark as the rest of her skin and lined with bumpy ridges on all sides, one circling around the pole every inch from the tip to the base. The crown of it was especially thick and hard looking, the black-blue head having a curving, downwards slope and ending in a pointed tip. The inhuman prick jutted angrily from between the larger woman's thighs, a pair of scaly, low hanging balls dangling underneath, each one the size of an egg.
Shyvana wore an ecstatic look on her face. Oh, how much it hurt to keep herself confined. Playing with this obnoxious slut's huge tits had given her a raging hard-on, and the hard, unforgiving steel of her armour was not sympathetic to her lusts. The look on Katarina's face was almost as divine as the freedom her throbbing tool now enjoyed. Stroking a hand across Kat's cheek lovingly, her thumb drew a gentle line across the scar that cut from her left eyebrow down to her cheekbone. "Mnn, what's wrong dear? You look surprised."
"What... What the hell are you?!" Katarina demanded, her voice a cocktail of confusion, horror, and awe.
"The blessed curse of being half human and half dragon does strange things to a girl's anatomy." Shyvana chuckled, still teasing that scarred visage. Pulling her hips back, she moved to squeeze Kat's breasts again, caressing them more gently now as she guided her throbbing fuckstick in between them.
In a blind panic, Katarina was reaching for another knife, but she was clumsy and made no move to hide her intention. Shyvana deftly jabbed her knees into the girl's wrists, making her cry out again, her hands growing tense and fingers curling as if to grasp at the air. Holding her knees steady to keep those arms pinned, the horny 'woman' manhandled those lovely tits roughly, squeezing them together around her hard, hot length. She didn't even try to hide her enjoyment, taking delight in using Katarina's body with the knowledge she could do nothing to stop her.
Pushing and rolling her buxom breasts around her shaft, the half-dragon bucked her hips, giving a hard thrust in between them and rocking Katarina's body. The sensitive, knobby ridges caressed softly by her supple flesh. Her bare ass was dragging across her captive's upper belly, sliding her bumpy prick deep into her cleavage in short, hard thrusts, making sure Katarina could see the tapered tip pistoning back and forth towards her face, the head occasionally bumping against her chin.
There was no delicateness, no loving tender touches, Shyvana was little more than an animal sating her primal lusts on the girl, her fingers mauling her delicate skin. Katarina could do little more than thrash her head about and groan, her legs kicking uselessly at the air and stomping the floor in frustration. No matter how hard she struggled, Shyvana overpowered her easily, not even pausing her vigorous movements and humping her chest harder. From the tip of her dark grey cock, a single drop of pearly white oozed out, the warm glob of precum smeared across Kat's chin on the next thrust. Shyvana's fangs chewed on her bottom lip, the monstrous halfling throwing her head back and grunting, kneading her new toys hard, mashing them together and trapping her fleshy pillar in between them. More and more pre was leaking out in a steady stream, and added to all her spit, it slicked her pole nicely to help her ram it forward with all her might.
The blades of grass rustling in the wind were drowned out by the wet slapping of skin on skin. Grinding her scaly nuts against the funbags she was so viciously squeezing, Shyvana let out a grunt. "Ngh! To think such a great pair of tits is wasted on a two-bit thug, you'd be better suited as a brothel whore."
Katarina whimpered pathetically, her cheeks burning red in humiliation. Her fingers dug grooves in the dirt, unable to take the shame of being groped and molested so hard anymore.
Neither could Shyvana. Thrusting her hips a few more times, she grit her teeth to stifle a roar as sweet release overwhelmed her, sending jolts of electricity coursing up and down her spine. Her aching cock throbbed and pulsated, swelling larger as the thick vein running along the underside of her length bulged, her searing seed rocketing up the length of it and firing from her tip in thick, sticky ropes. Hissing between clenched teeth, her boiling hot cum splattered the underside of the assassin's chin, shooting several more viscous jets of sperm all over her hefty bosom. Wondering if at last her nightmare was over, Katarina made the mistake of tilting her head to look at the mess, the next huge wad of cum hitting her in the face. She cringed and shut her eyes quickly as two more spurts coated her cheeks, spraying across the bridge of her nose and narrowly missing one of her closed eyes.
Shyvana sat there on her prisoner's stomach as her orgasm died down, panting from exhertion and admiring her handiwork with a lewd smile. Katarina's chest and face were both positively drenched in cum. There was so much of it that she could barely even make out the girl's pretty skin beneath the thick layer of white goo. The warm slime dripped down her breasts and pooled in her cleavage, and her face was a warm mask of spunk. Opening her eyes slowly, Katarina blinked a few times to clear her vision, the viscous liquid glueing her eyelashes together. Cringing and breathing heavily, she scowled up at her tormentor. "There... Are you satisfied?" Katarina asked indignantly.
Shyvana gave a deep, throaty laugh. Giving her breasts one last squeeze, she gripped the sides of Katarina's face between her hands, rubbing her jizz into the proud woman's skin. Holding her head still, she leaned forward to give her playmate a kiss, nibbling lightly on Kat's bottom lip and tugging on it. Moaning softly, the dragoness savoured the taste of her own essence on the girl's lips and toyed with them, sucking on one lip lewdly before mashing their mouths back together in a sloppy kiss, some of her drool flooding Kat's mouth. When she finally broke the kiss, she sat upright and shook her head. "Oh no, my dear, we haven't even gotten started yet. That was just a warm up."
Katarina's brilliant green eyes grew wide with dread, watching as Shyvana gave her cock a playful slap, the monstrous woman's dick not having softened a bit despite the rather thorough paintjob she'd done on her. Licking her lips and grinning wickedly, the ashen shemale shifted her hips back, straddling Kat's thighs so that she could reach for her belt. The bounty thief shrieked and reached for another knife, but Shyvana slapped her hands away and unbuckled her pants quickly, pulling her belt off in one long motion. Tossing it over her shoulder, there was a clatter of metal as the many daggers strapped to it rattled together and hit the ground, far out of Katarina's reach. The assassin sat upright, still flailing about in a panic as she lunged for yet another dagger sheathed against one of her thighs, but Shyvana grabbed at her wrists, pinning them together and holding them trapped with one hand. The other gripped the hem of Kat's leather pants and tore through them with a loud rip. She shred them so fast that the many blades strapped to them were sent flying, leaving the poor, abused bitch without any more sharp toys to reach for.
Flashing a lascivious grin, the half-dragon cooed at the vision beneath, nothing but a tight, hip-hugging leather thong seperating her from her prey's treasure box. Her index finger traced delicately down the front of it, the sharp digit making Kat cringe as it rubbed her slit through the thin leather.
Twisting her upper body and rolling partially onto her side, Katarina managed to yank her arms free with a grunt. Scrabbling at the dirt, she tried in vain to claw her way to freedom, but Shyvana's thighs clamped tightly around her legs and kept her locked in place. Mud and grass stuck to her skin, clinging to the white sap that she was soaked with. The beaten assassin screamed in frustration and rage, still twisting and thrashing about, only making more of a mess of herself. Twigs and dirt were getting caught up in her silky hair.
Chuckling darkly, Shyvana let her get out from under her a bit, Katarina just squirming into a better position for her purposes. Grabbing her by the hips, she yanked her back before she could crawl too far and pried her legs apart. Thrusting her hips forward, the dragoness growled, the sharp head of her dick rubbing against Kat's sex, the leather thong the only thing stopping her from burying her bone in her toy's love tunnel. Her warm seed still caked her cockhead, smearing her hot cream across the front of Kat's panties.
Growing annoyed by her bitch's constant struggles, Shyvana grabbed the back of her head and shoved her face into the dirt, scraping her visage into some weeds. A pained grunt rumbling in Katarina's throat, the famed butcher of Noxus arched her back instinctively, pushing against the ground with all her might and shoving her ass up in air. This just made it easier for Shyvana to strip her ass bare. Dragging her claws across the woman's back, leaving red scratches behind, Shyvana took hold of the exposed string of the thong obstructing her path and yanked on it until she heard it snap.
"No! Noooo!" Katarina wailed as she felt her underwear digging into her snatch painfully until the string broke. It hung in tatters for a moment before falling off of her, exposing her pink, tender lips and a neatly trimmed strip of fiery red hair.
Shyvana's prick throbbed in anticipation, bobbing and slapping wetly against Kat's netherlips, grinding back and forth against her entrance eagerly. "You know, if you had cooperated, I could've made this much more fun for you. But since you've done nothing but get in my way, we're going to focus on my needs." The draconic woman hissed between teasing prods, her hands squeezing and caressing Katarina's hips, stroking her meaty thighs.
Jerking her hips back, Shyvana sat her muscular ass down on the cushioned bed of crushed leaves, dragging Katarina back and forcibly seating her in the dragon's lap. Her arms wrapping around her slim, trim waist, Shyvana squeezed her hard in a great bear hug, crushing the wind from Kat's lungs as she kicked out and shook her head from side to side. Having to struggle to breathe took the fight from her pretty quick, and she was gasping for air when the warrior woman loosened her grip, lifting her hands to squeeze and knead her heavy chest again. Shyvana's hard, scaled chestplate pressed roughly against the back of her shirt, the heaving assassin's top hanging on by the sleeves and little else, completely torn away in front. Lifting her knees, Shyvana managed to slip them in between her sexdoll's thighs, spreading her legs and forcing Katarina's wide open.
The trained killer's cheeks burned. Her tender pussy exposed to the warm, spring air, her only saving grace was that nobody could see her so compromised. The bushes completely hid them from view of the road, so no one could see her being abused for the dragon's amusement. It also meant that no one could find her to come to her aid.
Shyvana's bumpy girlcock pulsated, her blood pumping and keeping her fleshpole stiff and needy. It stood at attention and bobbed in the air, and each time it throbbed it would smack Katarina's sensitive lips lightly. Mauling those enviable tits aggressively, the dragoness purred and started to nibble a little bit on her new toy's collarbone, flicking her tongue across it and giving soft, teasing licks. Her hips shifted awkwardly, letting her hard maleness slide back and forth across Kat's delicate lips. The ridges were a bit thicker on top of the shaft, and the stiff bumps teased her outer labia. Katarina let out a low moan, lifting a hand to her mouth and biting down on a finger to try and distract herself from her torment, which was starting to feel good. Even her chest was sending happy tingles through her body as Shyvana's rough groping became more of a firm massage.
A trail of slick juices smeared the topside of Shyvana's tool, and Katarina exhaled a deep sigh, the sound combining joy and anxiousness. She knew now what the stronger woman was up to. She was getting Katarina nice and wet, prepping her for... Katarina didn't even want to think about it.
As if sensing the dawning realization on the girl, Shyvana crushed her breasts in her powerful grip, raspy voice whispering into her ear. "Don't even think about struggling now. Wet or dry, one way or another you're fucked. Better to just relax and enjoy the ride dearie." Easing back into her strong, dough-kneading massage, the dragoness pulled her unwilling lover down. The cum-slick crown of her shaft prodding insistently at her hole, toying with it until juices were flowing freely and trickling down her pole.
"Stop, stop, don't do this!" Katarina begged, her hands clutching at her captor's wrists weakly.
The haughty look on her face as she was about to be raped by a societal outcast filled Shyvana with burning need, the desire to break this dishonorable wench and leave her a blubbering wreck. Despite the abuses she'd been made to suffer already, Katarina still had her pride, and that's exactly what Shyvana intended to take from her. Ignoring her pleas, the draconic woman peppered the side of the red-head's neck with amorous kisses, sucking on her flesh and leaving lovebites on her skin. Her slickened member sawing back and forth over her damp slit, eliciting short little "Mmnf!"s from Katarina's ruby red lips whenever one of the ribs brushed past her clitoris.
Katarina's head slowly tilted to the side, exposing more of her neck to Shyvana's pursed lips. She was trying so hard not to enjoy this, but she barely had any fight left in her. It had been fruitless up to this point and just made things worse. "No, no more... Stop..." Katarina pleaded again, but it sounded weak and forced. Her hips shifted of their own accord, rubbing her puffy, drenched honeypot back and forth across those fun little bumps.
Smirking, Shyvana bit down gently on Kat's collarbone, feeling her warming up at last to her advances. Pressing those soft chest pillows together, she held on firmly and lifted her up. The tip of her ribbed staff prodding against her sopping wet box again, she slowly eased her down onto it. Growling, those tender pussy lips parting for her at long last, she pulled Kat down further into her lap, squeezing her eyes shut and moaning from the tightness enveloping her prick.
Letting her jaw hang open, Katarina gave a guttural moan as she was speared by that hot, thick tube. It split her cunt open wide around it's generous girth and probed deeper into her core. The hideous lines and ridges that covered it rubbed against her innards, the ugly bumps massaging her vaginal walls making her writhe in ecstasy. This was wrong, this was wrong, this was wrong! She didn't want to feel pleasure from this! She wanted to murder this huge, reptilian freak of nature, not get fucked by her. Her body wasn't listening to her mind though. Her chest still ached, but Shyvana's loving squeezes were easing the pain and screwing with her head, and her hips were practically grinding back to meet the arduously slow push into her depths.
Shyvana was pleased to see her pet getting into it at last. Burying nearly half of her long, cunt-splitting log in her drooling honeypot, the draconian warrior eased herself back out just as slowly, until she heard Katarina whine, the sound shocking even the scarred assassin as her body yearned to be filled. Snickering, Shyvana was eager to oblige, and shoved back in quickly, forcing her length an inch deeper than before. The suddenness of the thrust made the captive red-head yelp and throw her head back. Again, the dragon pulled back at an agonizing pace, until she heard her toy whimper for more before jabbing in deeply. She repeated herself again and again, making Katarina moan louder each time before cramming her malehood into the girl's wet snatch. Everytime she impaled the girl, her cock sunk a little bit deeper, until finally she squeezed Kat's buxom bosom hard and shoved her down the whole way, forcing her to take all ten inches into her tight little flower.
Katarina could feel steam hitting the back of her neck, billowing out from the fiery halfling's nostrils. Her eyes watered from being stuffed so full, her petals never having been stretched so wide before. She swore she could feel the pointy, inhuman cockhead battering against her cervix, it dug so deep into her sex. "God... T-too biiig..." She whined loudly, tossing her head back and forth, her knuckles going white from gripping her kidnapper's wrists so tightly.
Shyvana snorted and growled, biting a bit harder on her hostage's collar, sinking fangs into it and making her cry out in pain. Despite her protests, Katarina's fluids were gushing, soaking the dragon's heavy nuts and stoking the fires of her lust. Abandoning all pretense of pleasuring her partner, Shyvana bucked her hips hard enough to throw Katarina up into the air, roughly yanking her back down and slamming her back down on top of her cock.
Her hips jerking and thrusting wildly, Katarina bounced in the half-dragon's lap. "Nngh! Stop, slow down, you're going too fast!" She grunted, her eyes wide and looking down to watch the monster's cock splitting her open and plunging deep. Her tight sex was like a vice, her muscles clenching, trying to resist the harsh intrusion, but that only seemed to spur the beast on even more. The rigid bumps scraping away at her inner walls, wearing away at them until they loosened up some, letting the dragoness pillage her cunt without mercy.
It wasn't just the size, or the strange shape that was driving Katarina insane. It was the heat. That unbearably warm sensation. It felt like she was being ravaged by hot iron. Her juices sizzled as they dripped down the dragon's hefty sack, those egg-sized balls bouncing wildly. Arching her back, she spread her legs wider, gingerly reaching inwards. Two gloved fingers brushing past her sensitive love button, she started rubbing her clit in circles and moaning loudly, playing with herself while Shyvana pummeled her insides. Her other hand was holding tight to her rapist, weakly trying to guide her clawed hands to the most sensitive portions of her bruised chest.
Shyvana moaned hotly. It had been so long since she'd had such a nice, tight hole to plow. Her time was always spent either fending off the assault of dragons and humans alike who felt her existence was a crime against nature, or representing the city-state of Demacia on the fields of justice. It was so rare that she got the chance to slake her desires, that when she finally did, the she-dragon was more than a little pent up. But not for long, not with the way this delectable little slut was squeezing her cock. Already she could feel her balls churning with the need to spill her seed. Her hips pumping and bobbing Katarina in her lap, her wild thrusting sped up. Getting close now, soooo close... Just... A few more...
"Katarina!"
Shyvana froze, her fierce eyes snapping wide open and one hand flying to clamp down over Katarina's mouth. Her loins burned, wanting to keep pounding away at her twat, but the dragoness forced herself to stay still, listening intently. Katarina's gorgeous green eyes shifted about wildly, her whole body going stiff as she sought out the source of that voice. Someone had called her name, somebody nearby was looking for her.
"Katarina?! Where are you?!" The voice calling for her was in many ways like Shyvana's, mingled with Katarina's own. It was deep and hissing, but possessed a regal tone to it implying a noble upbringing. Katarina recognized it well, that of her sister Cassiopeia.
Whereas Katarina had studied under the tutelage of her father and trained to be a valuable asset to the Noxian military, Cassiopeia had chosen a more traditional path, becoming a common sight of noble delegations, frequently serving as a courtesan, and using her connections and trysts with foreign ambassadors for espionage. She'd been the desire of every man, until she crossed the wrong visiting noble. For her transgression, she was cursed, her appearance transformed to match her heart.
Above the waist, she resembled her eternally beautiful self. Skin tanned a shimmering bronze, belly nicely toned and flat, her waist trim and slender, and a bountiful chest rivalled only by her sister's. But below the belt, her legs had fused together into a long serpentine tail. Her skin turned scaly from her hips to the tip of her ghastly new limb. Her long, perfectly manicured nails had elongated into razor sharp claws, more vicious than even the half-dragon's, and silken scarlet hair had become thick, green, and leathery. Though her face had been miraculously spared the reptilian transformation, her sapphire eyes now shone with an unnatural light. Once the most desireable woman on Runeterra, she was now a beastly naga. Her previous 'profession' now lost to her, she was a frequent, fearsome sight on the battlefield, often alongside her sister Katarina.
The sister she was now hunting for with an annoyed expression marring her smooth features. "Katarina! Damn it sssister, where have you gone?" The serpentine woman jingled as she moved, slithering down the road. Clad in gold jewellery everywhere, shining bracelets and belts inlaid with gemstones wrapped around her arms, waist and parts of her tail clinked together whenever she moved. A shimmering, ornate, golden brassiere covering her breasts the only hint of human modesty remaining in the naga.
As the reptile drew near the brush, Shyvana tensed up. There was a small spot where the tall grass had been crushed when the half-dragon dragged her prey into the bushes. Through that gap, she could see Cassiopeia searching high and low for her sibling. Likewise, if the serpent looked in the wrong direction, the dragon's little tryst would be discovered. Thankfully, Cassiopeia didn't seem to notice, not yet at least.
The dragoness kept her grip tight over Katarina's lips to muffle her, staring intently at the naga through the overgrown weeds. Her burning, fiery orbs narrowed in frustration. Oh how her loins seethed, she wanted to rut, to feel this slutty thief's twat squeeze the life from her pole. The dragon opened her mouth to moan as she suddenly felt just that, quickly biting her tongue to quiet herself. Her gaze shifting downwards, her lips curled into a sneer at the sight she beheld.
Katarina's eyes were half-lidded, her fingers vigorously rubbing at her delicate clit, making her slit spasm and twitch from the pleasure. Her eyes were looking in any direction but straight ahead, trying to avoid catching sight of her sister as she fingered her little button in shame, trying to get herself off with the dragon's staff still deep in her cunt.
Shyvana grinned. What a delightful little whore she'd procured for herself. Kat's scarlet locks brushed past the shemale's cheeks as she gave her ear the gentlest of nibbles, tracing her forked tongue along the outer edge and hissing. "Your teammates are here. They're looking for you. If you were to cry out for help, they'd surely come to rescue you. Don't you want them to see you?" Still teasing her outer ear with soft little licks, Shyvana lowered her hips, and then thrust upwards sharply, her cock filling her stretched tunnel with a lewd, wet schlick. Katarina moaned in pleasure, her leather-clad fingers giving her nub a sharp squeeze, the sound quieted by Shyvana's hand. "They might find you here, bouncing on my dick, and then I'd be forced to flee. You'd be saved this indignity." Shyvana growled softly, keeping her voice low so that only Katarina would hear, and thrust her hips up again, grinding her ridged shaft inside. Letting go of the captive killer's breast, the she-dragon let her other hand graze down Kat's toned stomach, gently stroking her soft skin as though she might never get to again. Pressing her palm against the slender girl's lower belly, she bucked her hips forward again, grinding their hips against one another until she was prodding Katarina's g-spot, the girl's pussy muscles going wild and practically orgasming on the spot. "So go ahead and scream, so that your friends can rush over here and watch you cream yourself." Giving one more hard thrust into Kat's soaked sex, Shyvana unclamped her hand from her lips. She stopped, and waited with bated breath.
Katarina didn't make a sound.
The assassin's eyelids were shut tight, and she was biting her bottom lip to counterbalance the pleasure Shyvana was forcing upon her, trying to keep quiet. Smiling evilly from ear to ear, the dragoness grabbed hold of Katarina's thighs and lifted them up, forcing her legs even wider apart. Using her muscular legs like handles, Shyvana hoisted her up into the air and then dragged her back down, impaling her sextoy hard and thrusting her hips wildly. Bucking like a bronco, she hilted herself in Katarina's snatch again and again, picking up the pace where she left off before. Maybe Katarina was starting to enjoy herself too much to want it to end, or maybe she just didn't want to suffer the public humiliation of getting caught being used for a cocksleeve. It really didn't matter why to Shyvana, but it was endlessly entertaining to watch her struggle to remain silent. Gritting her teeth and thrashing her head about to keep herself from screaming like a banshee. Shyvana herself had to stop from laughing maniacally as she bounced the woman in her lap and rammed her cock balls deep into her sex.
Cassiopeia passed nearby the brush, again missing the small opening that would have let her see the two of them rutting in the bushes. The long tail stretching from the back of Shyvana's skull curled around and wrapped around Katarina's head. Stroking her hair reassuringly, she twisted Kat's neck, forcing her to watch her serpentine sister desperately search for the girl while the half-dragon was raping her just feet away.
She was too close to the edge to stop now, they both were. Steam blowing from Shyvana's nose and soaking the back of Katarina's neck with perspiration, she grunted and pumped her hips, her stiff pole swelling again as her orgasm neared. The fiery red-head's fingers were a blur, rapidly stroking her clit and grinding her hips back to meet those punishing thrusts, trying to manipulate the angle to hit her sweet spot each time. Her breasts were bouncing, uncontained by Shyvana's grabby hands for the first time since her top had been destroyed. Her lovely mounds rippling and jiggling, Kat grabbed at one with her open hand, molesting her chest with far more experience on where her sensitive regions were. She toyed with one of her sore nipples and ground her teeth together, desperately trying not to make a sound, not wanting her sister to see her surrendering to such base impulses. Even still, there was no way to quiet the dirty squelches her cunny made each time Shyvana's slick pole was crammed into it, or the wet slapping of skin on skin, both women glistening with a thin layer of sweat.
Katarina's eyes were wide with dread. What would her sister say if she saw her now? Even at her worst, the adulterous snake wouldn't be caught dead having an affair in a public place. Worse yet, what would her father say? To see her engaging in such misconduct seemingly so willingly. With an enemy no less! She would never live this humiliation down if she was seen. She wanted her sister to go away, just for a moment, just long enough to hit her peak.
Shyvana wasn't willing to wait for the naga to leave to have her fun though. Her thick, monstrous spear hammering away at Kat, she kept up her rigorous pace, making sure to strike Katarina's sweet spot each time, and if she missed it, she would grind their hips together until she found it and the smaller woman writhed in ecstasy, biting her tongue so hard to keep quiet that she drew blood.
At last, the dragoness felt her already tight pussy do the impossible, squeezing even harder as Katarina reached her peak. Shyvana took great delight in watching her thrash and arch her spine, head thrown back and mouth gaping in a muted scream of bliss as the ashen-woman forced her to orgasm. The look of absolute shame on her face as pleasure was forced upon her just feet away from her rescue.
Cassiopeia hissed, finding no sign of her sister. She did come across a dragon's severed head just lying in the middle of the dirt road and amongst some trampled grass, the serpent eyeing it with a quizzical look. She wondered where in the world it came from. She had heard a half-dragon was a member of the opposing force they were fighting, and wondered if the skull belonged to her foe. The thought made her giddy, and upon closer examination, she could see the telltale sign of her sister's blades, the clean, neat cut tracing the entire length of it's neck. Though she still had no idea where Katarina had gone, she was enthused to see her sister was most likely out slaughtering their foes still. Reassured that her sibling was probably fine, she turned her head as a line of minions came marching down the dirt road. Falling in behind them, she pursued the minion wave off into the distance, knowing she'd be able to use them as living shields as she returned to the battlefield, unknowingly leaving her sister in the hands of Shyvana, now completely abandoned and helpless.
Katarina's honeypot gushed as the halfling never stopped or slowed, still going at her just as hard. Winded from the mind-numbing force of her own orgasm, Kat was left panting and gasping for air. The fog of lust that had clouded her mind clearing a little, she realized her sister was abandoning her, and opened her mouth to scream for help, but Shyvana was prepared, covering her mouth to muffle her once again until Cassiopeia was well out of range to hear before returning her grip to Kat's strong thighs.
Finally alone once more, the half-dragon was free to voice her pleasure, growling and moaning from the slick, wet tunnel clamped around her prick. No longer holding anything back, she slammed her hips upward, burying her tool deep in Katarina's love canal and letting loose a bellowing roar as she came at last.
Katarina shook her head and squirmed, fighting against Shyvana's hold on her, crying out in a panic. "Oh god, you're not going to... Stop, pull it out! Not inside!"
Alas, the girl's terrified pleas came far too late for the dragon to stop, her hips bucking on their own, her scaly orbs pulling taut against her as their thick, boiling payload was pumped into the Katarina's waiting twat. The thick ridges tormented her delicate regions incessantly, her muscles spasming in response, making it feel to the dragon like her pussy was trying to milk Shyvana's cock. Warm jets of her unnaturally warm seed shooting deep inside of her, flooding the human girl's womb and painting her insides white.
The heat was unbearable to Katarina, like being filled with molten lead. She just wanted this nightmare to end, but the half-dragon's orgasm seemed endless. How could she still have so much cum after practically bathing Katarina's upper body in it before?
Snarling and nibbling on her pet's collarbone, Shyvana finally felt the flow of her seed tapering off. Thrusting into her new toy hard, she made sure to fire the last few spurts straight into her core, unloading her potent sperm into Katarina's womb with a happy, satisfied sigh. Pressing her sharp fangs against the side of Kat's neck in a threatening gesture, Shyvana wrapped her arms around her pet's waist and squeezed, holding her tightly. Her sensitive, spent shaft softened slowly, until the halfling lifted the worn and used assassin out of her lap and let it slide free of her stretched and abused cunt with a wet schlurp. Her member flopping out and slapping against her thigh, Shyvana chuckled at the sight of her warm semen dribbling from her hole.
"Mnnn, it's so rare that I get the opportunity to breed a purebred bitch like yourself." Shyvana chuckled darkly, making Katarina's eyes widen in terror, her jaw dropping. The half-dragon interrupted her before she could speak though. "Ha! Don't worry, humans and dragons aren't especially compatible. It's unlikely that I'd actually be able to knock you up." Leaning in to lick her captive's cheek, Shyvana hissed softly, flicking her tongue along the edge of her ear. "Though, it's not impossible. I'm living proof of that afterall..."
Dipping a finger into Katarina's dripping, sloppy sex, Shyvana lifted it to the girl's lips, smearing a mix of their fluids around her mouth like lipstick. The beaten killer twisted her head away, cringing from the viscous, gooey texture. Grinning playfully, Shyvana just pressed her finger against her lips harder, forcing it inside of her mouth to give her a taste. She regretted it shortly after when Katarina chomped down on her digit in retaliation.
Snarling and infuriated by the pain, the half-dragon jumped to her feet, shoving Kat out of her lap. The thief rolled onto her feet, ready to make a break for it, but the draconic woman was too swift for her, delivering a hard kick to her ribs and shoving her onto her side. "You catty bitch, still you test me? Do you want to behold a dragon's unbridled fury that badly?" Shyvana hissed in her hoarse voice.
It seemed that her little plaything wasn't as broken as she had first thought. Already, Katarina was trying to climb onto her feet again, winded from the blow to her ribs, but the halfling had no intention of letting her recover. Grabbing hold of a fistful of bright red hair, she dragged the wench closer, yanking on her crimson tresses sharply and making Katarina stumble towards her, her other hand striking her across the face with a loud, stinging slap. The force of her strike would have knocked her back to the ground had she not been holding her scarlet locks so tightly. Instead, she was simply brought down to her knees.
Any plans to take it easy on the red-faced slut were thrown out the window as Shyvana forced her to kneel. The half-dragon still naked from the waist down, Katarina's face was at eye level with her soft, ribbed pole. And was it just her imagination, or was that flaccid cock twitching? She dismissed the thought, but Shyvana did not, her loins still aching with her arousal. The dragon wasn't limited by such pathetic things as human stamina, and the infrequency with which she could act on her desires meant that she had enough lust stored up that she could go for hours.
Dragging Katarina closer by her hair, the halfling gripped the base of her slowly hardening member in her other hand, guiding it towards her prey's face. Her cheeks were still red, and Shyvana's palm had left a handprint across her cheek. Katarina ground her teeth together and clawed at the statuesque dragoness's hand, trying to pry her hair free a few strands at a time. "If you even try sticking that filthy thing in my mouth, I'll bite it off!" She spat, glaring up at her captor with fury in her eyes.
"If I feel even a single tooth, you'll never eat solid food again for the rest of your life." Shyvana hissed menacingly, slapping Katarina's face with her slimy, wet cock. "I'll rip the teeth out of your mouth and use your throat for a cocksleeve until you choke. So think carefully before you make any rash decisions." The dark skinned halfling voice rasped furiously, her eyes burning like small embers in her skull.
Katarina didn't talk back, and as far as Shyvana was concerned, that was all the co-operation she needed. The smaller girl tried to turn her head away, keeping her mouth shut, but the dragon's grip on her hair kept her from twisting too far away. Her sharp fingers pinched the bridge of the human's nose, forcing her to open her mouth if she wanted to breathe, and the moment her lips parted even a crack, the draconic shemale forced her tapered, pointy cockhead past them.
Katarina readied herself to bite down, every instinct telling her to hurt the bitch holding her hostage the same way Shyvana had hurt her pride, but as humiliated as she was right now, Katarina liked living, and was afraid of what the beast would do to her if she resisted too much. She could feel that thick, ribbed shaft resting against her tongue, and the taste of it made her eyes water. The taste of Shyvana's rough, ashen skin, smeared with her bitter cum and Kat's own sweet juices. The oily texture of their combined fluids made her want to gag, and Shyvana's strange, bitter cum left a burning sensation on her tongue the longer it stayed on her taste buds, until she was forced to swallow it. At least while it was soft, it wasn't too difficult to take into her mouth, though that meant that Shyvana forced her to clean every inch it with her tongue.
"Give my pole a good tongue bath wench, or I'll just have to take matters into my own hands." The half-dragon snarled and glared down at her, smacking the side of her head until she complied.
Katarina's eyes welled up with tears as she was forced to polish the dragoness's prick, her tongue digging in beneath the wide ridges and scooping out globs of spunk that had gotten caught up and dragged out of her overflowing sex when Shyvana had pulled out. Even now she could feel the boiling cream slowly oozing from her stretched box, pooling underneath her. Shyvana growled, her voice growing softer as Katarina licked her clean, occasionally sucking on her bumpy shaft with a lewd slurp. That ugly, inhuman pike throbbed against Katarina's tongue, thickening out once more as the thick layer of spunk sticking to it was replaced with the girl's spit. Grinding her pelvis into Kat's face, the halfling groaned, mashing her scaled testicles up against her chin roughly, the teary-eyed girl's nose crushed against her lower belly.
Looking up at her hated foe, glaring at her through narrowed, angry eyes, Katarina did her best to swallow her pride, as well as her enemy's dick. Her head bobbing, trying not to retch from the bitterness of it. Shyvana's hand holding her hair loosened and began stroking her affectionately as she slobbered on her shaft, the large pole growing plumper as it hardened. Kat's wet tongue scraped across her dark meat, the loose skin stretching taut and growing rough underneath her languid licks. The veins that lined it were especially hot to the touch, Shyvana's molten blood flowing through them and giving her length that unbearably warm feel.
Before long, Shyvana's tool had grown too huge for Katarina to swallow the whole thing comfortably, and inch by inch it slid back out past her lips, the wide ridges forcing her lips taut and the whole thing glistening with her spit. The red-head strained, feeling like the sheer width of it might dislocate her jaw. Resting her palms against the half-dragon's thighs for support, she tried to push herself away before she choked on the thick, fleshy spear. Shyvana let her ease back until just the thinner, pointed tip was still resting on her tongue, spitting out a fresh glob of precum for her to taste. When Katarina tried to pull back even further, Shyvana shook her head no and moved her hands to the sides of Kat's skull, holding her scarred face steady. The whimpering assassin looked up to her with large, pleading eyes, trying to beg with her gaze, but the halfling just chuckled and started to drag her head forward, forcing her dick back into her wet mouth.
It was barely halfway in and already Katarina was gagging, the tip jabbing at the back of her throat and making her convulse. She pounded her fists against Shyvana's legs and tried to fight back, but the fierce dragon just kept sliding her face forward like a machine, completely unphased. The head was pushing inside of her throat now, her otherwise rigid, steely pole bending at an awkward angle to continue travelling down her gullet. The incredible girth of it forced the girl's neck to bulge slightly, making it look like she had an adam's apple shaped like Shyvana's strange cocktip sliding down her throat. The ridges scraped at her esophagus painfully and the veins burned, making it feel as though she was swallowing a newly forged sword whole. The killer tried to breathe through her nose, but her airways were completely blocked. She was going to suffocate to death on the dragon's cock and Shyvana didn't even seem to care!
Just as her face was turning blue, Shyvana reversed course, dragging her heavy, misshapen staff back out. The ridges scooped out Katarina's spit as they popped back out of her mouth, spilling her drool all down her chin and making a sticky, wet mess. Gooey strands of it tethering her lips and chin to various different bumps and ribs. Katarina sucked in air through her nose once her throat was cleared, trying to cough and gasp, but she'd barely had time to suck in a single breath before the dragoness was thrusting her hips forward, cramming her penis back down her throat. The scarred prisoner's gagging, constricting throat only squeezed Shyvana's prick harder, sliding it down into her neck like it was a sleeve perfectly formed for her extraneous limb, coaxing even greater quantities of pre-seed from her and straight into Katarina's turning stomach.
Katarina was in a full fledged panic, certain she'd die if she didn't do something. Left with no other option, she did the only thing she felt like she could, and tried to bite down on Shyvana's monstrous malehood... And nearly chipped a tooth on the iron rod. Katarina's eyes widened in terror, while Shyvana's narrowed in mirth. Her unforgiving stiffy was almost as hard as stone, the rough, almost scaly texture feeling suddenly more pronounced, like natural armour plating protecting her most tender, sensitive region. With Kat's teeth locked around her hardness, she just kept thrusting away as though she was blissfully unaware, driving the hard ridges into Katarina's jaw. The ribs slammed into the gagging sextoy's mouth, clipping her teeth and nearly breaking them. The ringing pain forced Katarina to try and strain her mouth wider to avoid losing her incisors, while Shyvana just moaned mockingly, briefly enjoying the way her clenched jaw had made a nice, tight barrier for her to penetrate. Shyvana's warning had been accurate, if not in the way that Kat had expected. If she tried to bite her, those hard ridges would tear out her teeth. With this new knowledge, Katarina sobbed, having nothing left she could do to defend herself.
Tilting her head back, Shyvana gripped her victim's skull tightly, holding her head still on either side. Growling with burning desire and lust, she lunged forward, her pelvis pummeling her little cocksucker's face. All Katarina could see through her blurry, teary vision was the half-dragon's crotch pistoning towards her. The inside of her throat felt like it was being scraped raw, and her tongue burned, draconic jizz searing the inside of her mouth.
Occasionally, Katarina was glance upwards, her miserable gaze meeting the dragon's and growing infuriated and depressed by her smug grin. Shyvana didn't find the little slut's throat to be nearly as good a hole as her cunt, it wasn't as warm or perfectly suited to milking her dick, but nothing could beat the sight of Katarina's ruby lips slurping on her pole, sliding up and down her shaft and sucking her length clean. Forcing her to swallow the entire length, she ground her scaled nuts up against her chin, giving short, hard little humps to feel her sack slapping the smaller combatant. Katarina's warm spit quickly soaked into her scales, making the dragon swoon.
She facefucked the suffocating assassin for what felt like ages, cutting off her air and relishing the way she gagged and squeezed the draconian cock with her throat muscles. Katarina's eyes rolled back up into her skull, and her face was a mixture of red and blue from oxygen deprivation, the sight only arousing Shyvana more. Kat's weak little tongue ground and rubbed itself against the thick cumvein, pressing firmly against it near the base and sliding up it as she pulled out, all the way to the tip, and forcing out globs of pre, like squeezing out frosting from a tube. Katarina was desperately trying to make the halfling cum before she died, focusing all of her effort on pleasing her shaft, swirling her tongue around the head when the opportunity presented itself and pursing her lips to suck on it hard. Shyvana's tongue hung from the corner of her mouth and she let out a guttural moan, Katarina's efforts about to bear fruit.
"Good girl, so much better behaved now." The dragon rasped in her deep, growling voice, gently caressing the red-head's hair. "Obedient little sluts get a treat. I do hope you're hungry..."
"Mmnf! Nnm, nmf mf mmmn!" Katarina's tongue thrashed about, slapping at the demi-human's thick log, trying so hard to protest, but any sound she made was muffled by the half-dragon's member. The sounds sent vibrations coursing through Shyvana's ashen-coloured dick, and that was the final straw that pushed her over the edge.
"Nngh, here... It... Cums!" Tilting her head low and gritting her teeth, Shyvana jackhammered her shaft down Katarina's throat, making her deepthroat every last pockmarked inch, her balls erupting and spewing her load straight down the girl's gullet. Her molten, volcanic semen fired off in thick, powerful jets, pumping it straight into her stomach. The one saving grace for Katarina was that she didn't have to taste any of it, though she could feel it filling her belly with its disgusting warmth.
Katarina's eyes watered, tears spilling down her cheeks as her face reddened from lack of air. Shyvana was holding herself steady, lodged deep in the girl's throat until she was completely empty, but the flow of her seed seemed endless. Katarina wondered how her balls, large as they were, could possibly hold so much. The flood of cum was so overwhelming that even her stomach couldn't take it all, and it started to back-up in her throat, making her gag and try to cough. So much bitter, bubbling, rich, white jism rose like the tide in the back of her throat. Katarina gurgled and sputtered, overflowing and pooling underneath her tongue, filling her mouth.
She was going to die now. This was the end. She was going to be found dead by her comrades, drowned in dragon spooge. She wept openly, regretting ever leaving on her own to try and slay the half-dragon. Yellowish-white cream spilled from the corners of her lips and even gushed from her nose, coating her face in a fresh mask of cum. Beneath the sticky layer of white, her face turned purple, and her lungs burned. It felt like they were going to explode, and her heart pounded in her chest, demanding air to keep pumping blood. Looking up at Shyvana with a pitiable expression, she clawed weakly at her thighs, but the half-dragon was ignorant to her pleas. Her eyelids fluttered, her mind growing fuzzy, and then everything went black.
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Thump. Thump. Thump.
Everything was dark. What was happening? Where was she? Katarina's mind was numb. Somewhere in the back of it, she could feel a dull thud, but she couldn't focus on it long enough to figure out what it was.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Whatever it was, it wasn't stopping. Her ears were ringing, her skull pounding, and it felt like somebody had tossed her body into blender. Something was shaking her pretty hard. She tried to move her limbs, but nothing was responding to her. Opening her eyes, everything was a colourful blur, and her tongue tasted like ash.
Thump. Thump. Thwack.
She felt groggy, exhausted for some reason. Was she even alive? That dull, pounding sound followed each rough jerk of her body, and as her senses were slowly returning to her, it was growing higher pitched, more like a wet slap.
Thwack. Thwack. Smack. Smack.
Katarina let out a guttural moan as more and more feeling returned to her. Her vision cleared a bit, but all she could see was green and brown. Her arms and legs still weren't answering her, but she could feel grass underneath her, the smooth, soft strands of green cushioning her as she was being rocked against it. She was definitely alive. Passed out? Her mind was still fuzzy and she couldn't remember, but for some reason she was face down in the dirt. Electricity coursed up her spine as more the numbness faded, and oh God! What had been a dull pounding was now a searing pain. It felt like her guts were on fire.
Smack. Smack. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Her hips were up in the air, and something wet was slapping against her behind. No, her rump was what was wet. She was completely drenched in something. Sweat? Mostly, but there was more. She felt warm, hot even. Too much so for it to be the weather.
Slap. Slap. Smack.
Something was beating against her plush, cushy cheeks, leaving bruises across the round globes from the force. Her eyes opening wide, Katarina's pupils dilated as all the memories surrounding the past couple hours returned to her. She groaned, gagged, and heaved, lifting her head and coughing up a thick, wad of white from her lungs. She tried to use her hands to lift herself up, but something was yanking them back roughly. Her knees were folded and pinned under her. Suddenly, she could feel someone's weight against her, something soft, warm, and slicked with sweat mashing against her spine.
"Oh, awake again, are we? Good! It's much less fun when they're asleep."
Katarina recognized that voice, that hissing, raspy, growling voice. The pain grew more intense as her mind returned to full consciousness. Something was pounding at her behind, and her asshole burned, forced to stretch wide as her opening was being used for something other than its intended purpose. Hard, rough textured knobs were scraping away at her innards.
Katarina screamed in fresh agony. The shemale beast was raping her ass!
"I was worried for a bit there that I might've been a bit too harsh on you. Not enough to stop mind you, but still, good to know I haven't broken my new toy too quickly." Shyvana chuckled darkly, whispering into Kat's ear as she viciously plowed her backdoor.
Sometime between when the girl had passed out and now, the half-dragon had stripped off the rest of her armour and what remained of Kat's already destroyed shirt, freeing her bare chest to press firmly against Katarina's back. Shyvana's bosom was on the small side, her perky breasts grinding against Kat's spine, sweat rolling down them in little rivulets. Katarina would have mocked her, if the dragon hadn't been stacked in other ways. The only clothing either of them had left were Katarina's thick lether boots and Shyvana's horned helmet, which, judging from the way the tail on the end of it moved about, Katarina was beginning to suspect was actually a part of the dragon's skull.
The lengthy, scaly, extra limb reached back behind Shyvana and slid down the crack of her own ass, curling around and reaching under her for the spade tip of it to play with Katarina's netherlips whenever the dark skinned dragon woman lunged her hips forward. Tracing the outer edges of her folds and making the girl wince. Her slit was so sore, had the dragon really ravaged her that hard? No, Katarina whimpered to herself. Judging from the load of warm, fresh spunk dribbling from her raw, plundered treasure box, the dragon had rutted her anew and unloaded in her pussy at least once more while she was passed out.
The realization only made Katarina wail louder. How much stamina did this monster have? To rape her four times in quick succession and still have the strength left to go a fifth! Most men she'd met were done after one orgasm, maybe two if they'd been saving up, but, other than the thin layer of sweat coating her ashen-skin from the work-out she was giving herself, Shyvana looked like she was just getting started.
The half-dragon groaned, gripping Kat tightly around the wrists and yanking on them harshly, 'til the assassin was forced to arch her back, lifting her upper body off the ground so the dragoness could use her arms as leverage to buck her hips. It still wasn't quite as good as the slut's cunt, but her ass was delectably tight. Almost too much so. Despite the ample lube slicking her length, Shyvana had to really work to squeeze each rib past her clenched pucker. She snorted, the hole resisting her advances more now that Katarina was awake.
The air surrounding them absolutely reeked of sex, the musky scent of Shyvana's warm seed sticking to everything. It coated the grass beneath them like thick globs of morning dew and some of the dirt caked to Katarina's manhandled body was turned to mud. Droplets of sweat and cum flew in every direction when the dragon hilted herself balls-deep in Katarina's behind, impaling her on that bumpy, fleshy spear. Her pelvis mashing those soft globes flat as pancakes, grinding against them so hard that her large testes were smacking against Katarina's sticky honeypot.
Shyvana's abdominal muscles flexed, showing off her toned stomach muscles as she drove her cock forward as hard as she could. With each thrust, Katarina's ass was forced that much looser, and the dragon's pace increased. She reamed her forbidden hole mercilessly, the buxom murderer's breasts bouncing wildly from each impact, the cream coated jugs wobbling obscenely.
Katarina was screaming herself hoarse, occasionally succumbing to hacking coughs as some more of the half-human spooge was ejected from her lungs. Now, she just wished she could pass out again, to feel that comforting numbness overtake her and block out the pain. She'd completely given up on trying to fight back or escape, she wasn't strong enough for the former, and was too exhausted for the latter, and her attempts to do either inevitably ended with the dragon going harder on her. She wasn't sure she could take any more brutal a pounding than she was now. It already felt like those ridges were tearing her open each time one slid past her anal ring. The only comfort she took was in her own degradation. Shyvana's teasing tail poked at her sensitive clit occasionally, flicking it playfully, while her scaly, plump sack ground itself against her outer lips, massaging them tenderly and easing some of her pain. She was so humiliated, to feel any pleasure at all from the half-dragon's ministrations even as her ass was being fucked raw, Katarina felt like a whore. Exactly the way Shyvana wanted her to feel.
Shyvana was like a machine, ruthlessly pistoning in and out of her, driving her hips into her ass cheeks as hard and fast as she could. Her own bosom jiggled with each impact, their bodies colliding into one another with enough force to bruise. Heat was emanating from the half-dragon's form as she just continued to build up speed, turning what was already a warm spring day into what felt like the hottest day of summer.
Grunting from the exhertion and the tight sleeve gripping her cock, Shyvana could already feel another load ready to fill her sobbing fucktoy, and her tail redoubled its efforts at probing Katarina's tender slit. Delicately playing with her outer lips, the triangular end of it lined itself up with her opening perfectly, before easing itself into her slippery tunnel. The thin spade barely even spread her open at all width wise, though it did have some height to it. The long appendage pushed deep inside of Kat's sex, probing her love canal and making her wince. Shyvana just grinned. Through the thin walls seperating the two, she could feel her tail and maleness rubbing up against one another. Hearing Katarina squeal when she struck her sweet spot, the flat tip of the half-dragon's tail began to rotate, spinning slowly inside of her wet passage, scraping across her g-spot and the widest portion applying pressure to Shyvana's pole.
Mind going numb from the pleasure, the human girl spasmed and bucked her hips involuntarily. Her eyes were rolling up into her skull and a little spot of drool visibly trickled down the corner of her mouth. The dragon's burning length still felt like it was searing her insides, but the pain lessened somewhat as she became adjusted to the invader's huge size. Before long, her agonizing torment was being drowned out entirely, and Katarina gave a lustfilled moan.
Not another word was spoken between the two, just an alternating series of grunts and moans punctuated by loud smacks and the lewd squish of two wet holes being stuffed full. Shyvana's orgasm threatened to overtake her at any moment, but she bit her lip and suppressed it, jackhammering Katarina's ass and spinning the end of her tail like a drill, forcing the smaller girl to go first, and roaring in triumph when Kat screamed in esctasy and went limp in her arms, her head drooping and hanging low, too exhausted to lift it up, and too ashamed to do anything but stare at the ground. Only once she felt her pet twitching spastically underneath her did Shyvana finally allow herself to cum, feeling the pressure release almost immediately as the thick load she'd been doing her best to keep bottled up shot out like a geyser. Her boiling, bubbling cream shooting into Katarina's guts, filling her rectum with just as much seed as all her other holes. Even then, the draconic woman didn't ease up on her vigorous thrusting until she could feel her jizz oozing out of the taut hole each time she pulled back, the viscous, white syrup spilling down Katarina crack and soaking the dragon's ballsack.
All Katarina could feel was heat, inside and out. The dragon's unnaturally hot essence left her feeling like she was being roasted on the inside, and she was sweating profusely, her hair damp and matted with it. But at last, her torture was over. She could hear Shyvana gasping overtop of her, the dragon finally feeling winded, even if it took her almost a half dozen orgasms to feel it. Surely now that she had taken her in every possible hole, she'd be satisfied. The draconic tail slowed to a stop and was dragged free of her sex, and Shyvana let go of Katarina's wrists, releasing her to collapse in a heap on the ground. Her tail swayed and flicked back and forth, flinging girlcum every which way as the half-dragon sat there catching her breath.
"Ah... Hah... Hah... It feels so good to work out all that stress..." Shyvana rasped, sounding a bit ragged. "It's been ages since I've gotten to ease some tension." It took a few minutes of panting, but Shyvana's breathing slowly steadied. With a cheeky grin, she glanced down at Kat, still wheezing as she laid there in a pool of sexual fluids. Gripping her by the waist, she flipped the girl over onto her back, and moved her hands down to her thighs. Massaging them tenderly, she gazed into Katarina's terrified sapphire pools as she spread her legs and started rubbing her shaft against her sloppy slit. Shyvana knew what filled those eyes with so much horror. The dragon was still hard. "So, ready to go again?"
Katarina wailed as her torment began anew, the half-dragon plunging into her sopping wet sex for another go. Her glowing eyes alight with lust, she drilled the girl mercilessly, rocking her body and aiming for her sweet spot with each thrust. By this point, all the pain had vanished, and all the girl could feel was nerve-wracking bliss. Her fingers dug deep grooves into the mud and tore at clumps of grass as her body bounced about like a ragdoll. Before she even knew what she was doing, the woman had her legs locked around Shyvana's waist, trying to keep her from pulling too far out. Kat's surrender brought a smile to the halfling's face.
This went on for hours. Everytime Shyvana reached her peak and filled the girl with her seed, she simply flipped Kat over and took her again in a different position. Sometimes the half-dragon would rut her for as long as an hour before she finally hit release, other times it would be as little as five minutes. No matter how much the dragon came though, her boundless stamina never wavered, while Katarina's gave out multiple times. On numerous occasions, the beaten assassin passed out from exhaustion, only to reawaken later and find that dark shaft still plowing her mercilessly.
Lying on her side and screaming to he heavens as she came again, Katarina's eyes were tightly screwed shut. If this kept up, she would surely lose her mind! The half-dragon was straddling one of her legs, her arms wrapped around the other as she held it high in the air, bucking her hips and thrusting into her snatch as she unloaded straight into Katarina's womb for the fifth time. Without even pausing to let her captive catch her breath, Shyvana climbed off of her and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her head towards the dark-skinned woman's waiting cock. Katarina knew what was expected of her, opening wide to take it into her mouth yet again. She slurped and suckled on it eagerly, cleaning the foul-tasting goo from Shyvana's ribbed length with enthusiasm, already knowing the consequences of fighting back. The dragonling stroked her hair affectionately as she fed the girl her slimy dong, already thinking of how she'd take her next.
Bit by bit, Katarina's dignity was stripped from her. With every joyful moan that intercepted her anguished cries, Katarina could feel her pride vanishing. The body she honed for years for the sole purpose of delivering a swift, clean kill, reduced to nothing but a fuckdoll for this inhuman beast. The reputation she'd created for herself as a focused, proficient killer, ruined if anybody ever learned of this colossal failure. The horned woman forced herself upon her time and again, bringing her to the heights of ecstasy each time, and punishing her harshly for even the most minor resistance, until Katarina was so thoroughly broken that she begged for more.
Shyvana grunted, laying overtop of her prisoner and slamming her hips down, hilting her draconic cock deep into her ass. Katarina was pinned facedown on the ground, flat on her belly. Well, flat as could be at the moment. Every one of her holes had been filled with so much cum that her normally toned stomach was swollen and rounded, as if she'd eaten far too large of a meal. The contents of her belly sloshed about loudly each time her body jerked with one of the dragoness' hard thrusts, the towering woman using Katarina's shapely ass to cushion the blow of her fierce hips. Her bare breasts scraping against Katarina's back, the half-dragon pressed all her weight against the shorter woman, forcing the buxom whore's bosom flat against the ground, her claws gripping Kat's wrists and keeping them pinned down. With a bellowing roar, the dragon unloaded yet again, adding even more to the sticky, gooey mix churning in her gut, her thirteenth load overflowing almost as quickly as it was pumped into her rear and oozing back out from her sore, stretched backdoor the moment Shyvana pulled her cock free with a sickening pop.
Without missing a beat, Katarina rolled over and spread her legs. Lifting them up over her head and bending them at the knee, they bobbed in the air as she slid her arms in between them, her delicate fingers tracing the outer edge of her folds and parting them for the half-dragon. The sight was enough to make Shyvana burst into laughter. There she lay, spreading her own cuntlips and waiting to be fucked, with the fiercest, angriest scowl on her face. The half-dragon's menacing laugh only made Katarina's face twist into an even harsher glare.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" She snarled, her cheeks burning as she could feel the dragon's many, previous orgasms spilling from her ravaged slit. If it wasn't so thoroughly painted white, her pussy would've been red from how sore and raw it was. "Hurry up and fuck me!"
Shyvana laughed even louder, snorting as she did so. Well, she certainly wasn't going to turn down such a tempting offer. Falling forward on top of the full-blooded human, her tail fell between them and curled around one of Kat's heavy melons, giving it a hard squeeze. Shyvana grabbed hold of Katarina's knees and threw them over her shoulder before lunging her hips forward and rutting her like a feral beast.
The dragoness used and abused the killer's curvacious body for her own amusement for hours, ravaging her until Katarina's entire body was so drenched with spunk that she could bathe in it. Always concerned primarily with her own pleasure, Katarina's enjoyment was little more than an afterthought, merely a means of breaking the assassin's will. And Shyvana did so relish breaking the little bitch's resolve. Every degrading position she could think of, she took Katarina in aggressively.
In the end though, even the half-dragon's energy wasn't infinite. Soaked in sweat and stained with her own sizzling spunk, her sperm gushing from Katarina's every orifice, Shyvana finally hit a wall of exhaustion that had eluded her for so long. Overwhelmed by carnal bliss, the fury that had driven her to ravage Katarina in a twisted mockery of justice and revenge abandoned her, and with it went the last of her energy. Standing upright, she grabbed a fistful of Katarina's beautiful scarlet locks with her left hand, the quivering claws of her right taking a tight hold around her pulsating shaft and furiously stroking it. Her clawed fingers rubbing the thick ridges, rubbing them with her thumb, her clenched fist a blur as it flew up and down her misshapen pole. With one last cry of delight, Shyvana leaned her head back and let her tongue hang from her open maw, a bit of drool seeping down her chin. One final orgasm wracked her body, the force of it striking so hard that the half-dragon's knees trembled and she nearly fell.
Katarina was too weak and tired to protest as the dragoness took careful aim at her beautifully scarred visage, the pointed tip of her ribbed spear staring her right between the eyes as it throbbed, swelled, and then unleashed it's steaming, hot cargo. The first, thick wad forced Katarina to shut her eyes quickly, just narrowly managing to shield them in time as it plastered her eyelids and glued her lashes together once again, the sticky cream making a mess of her eyebrows even. A second volley quickly followed, splattering the bridge of her nose, followed by a third and a fourth. Each rope of cum seemed perfectly aimed, landing upon an unmarred portion of her face. One particularly gooey jet sprayed across the scar that crossed her otherwise unblemished cheek, masking it beneath a viscous layer of semen. Wincing as one spurt even manage to clog her nose, Katarina's mouth was forced open to breathe, only to get a strong taste of her rapist's seed as Shyvana blasted another wad straight onto her tongue. By time the half-dragon was finished, Katarina's entire face was hidden beneath several layers of yellowish-white paste, and several more strands were stuck to her hair.
Shyvana gasped weakly and released her hold on the red-head, staggering backwards as she sought to catch her breath. Doubling over and panting heavily, she rested her sticky hands on her knees, sucking in deep lungfuls of air. Twenty-three. Twenty-three orgasms in only a couple of hours. Hardly her best record, but what could she do? She was in the middle of a battle afterall. Staring down at Katarina in contempt, the cum-soaked woman having collapsed in a sticky heap, Shyvana shrugged. Alas, there'd be no affectionate cuddling or basking in the afterglow, though maybe she might come back and find her again for round two after the big fight was over. The half-dragon grinned. She merely hoped the rest of her compatriots had managed to hold their own in her absence.
Ignoring the wheezing, coughing, gasping woman, Shyvana slowly moved about, gathering her discarded armour. Replacing her scarlet breastplate and leggings, she hesitated a moment before reattaching the metallic skirt. Already she could feel her loins twitching as she eyed the girl writhing in a puddle of her seed. Maybe just one more...
"Katarina! Damn it sssister, we need you!"
Shyvana cursed and quickly threw the rest of her armour back on. That disgusting snake woman was back again. Sexy times would have to wait until later now. She got lucky the first time the naga had come by, she wasn't going to risk being caught a second time.
Turning on her heels, Shyvana leapt from the brush just as Cassiopeia slithered past it. The startled naga barely had time to blink and register her surprise before the half-dragon took off running. Just as when she had chased Katarina, the very air around her erupted into flames, a swirling vortex of fire engulfing the half-dragon as she sprinted across the road. Just on the other side was a small, well-worn path that lead deep into the jungle. It was still in enemy territory, but out of sight of the main road. Once she made it there, it would be virtually impossible to track her.
Cassiopeia took only a few moments to register the fleeing draconian, but that was all the time Shyvana needed to escape. Hissing loudly, the serpent lunged towards her, spewing a vile, purple liquid in her direction. The half-dragon deftly moved to the side, just narrowly avoiding the toxic puddle of spit and bolting the rest of the way toward the safety of the treeline.
The serpent chased her for a few more moments before grinding to a halt. The half-dragon was much too fast for her, outrunning her easily, and the snake-woman hissed in frustration at losing the opportunity to strike down an enemy of Noxus. Already in a foul mood over being unable to find her sibling, the naga was positively livid. She was about to leave and continue her search elsewhere when she heard a groan of discomfort coming from the bushes nearby where Shyvana had been hiding. Curiousity overtaking her, she slowly crept towards the tall grass, reaching out with razor sharp claws to part the brush and peer inside. The sight that awaited her made her gasp in shock.
There lay her haughty, chaste sister, lying in a pool of dragon cum and sweat, weakly crawling about on the ground like a worm as she tried to gather together her weaponry, the various knives and daggers that had been strewn about in her struggle with the half-dragon. One of Katarina's eyes was shut tightly, her eyelid glued shut with cum, while the other one was only half-open, occasionally blinking and dripping semen from her eyelashes. Though Cassiopeia couldn't make out her face beneath the thick layer of white masking it, her sibling's cheeks were burning red in shame.
Katarina glanced up at her sister with pleading, desperate eyes, and when she spoke, her voice was little more than a raspy whimper. "Please, sister... Help me..."
Staring down at her own sister, naked save for the tattered shreds of her ruined leathers and boots and crawling about in the mud, Cassiopeia couldn't help but flash a wicked, treacherous smirk. Slithering a little bit closer, Katarina's eyes filled with horror as she looked into Cass's glowing blue eyes and saw... Lust? No, it couldn't be. Surely she was just imagining things.
"Don't worry, dear sssister. I underssstand. A girl does have needsss afterall." Cassiopeia loomed over her sibling, a pair of serpentine fangs showing as she grinned slyly. "There, there now," Cassiopeia hissed, "just relaxss and let dear Casssie take care of all those naughty little urgesss for you." She leaned forward, stroking her sister's sticky, matted hair lovingly as her long, scaly tail slowly coiled around Katarina's legs. "That'sss what family isss for, afterall." The naga's lower body continued to wrap around the weakened human's, coiling around her and squeezing her in a tight embrace.
For some reason, Katarina just couldn't take her gaze off her sister's eyes. It was as if she was frozen in place, unable to so much as squirm as her sibling continued to wrap her up in her long, serpentine coils. Then suddenly, there was something else pressing against her belly. It wasn't scaly like the rest of the naga, rather, it was very smooth, and kind of slimy, and hard too. Thin and stiff, it poked and rubbed at Kat's navel as she stared mesmerized into her sister's glowing orbs. It felt almost like... It couldn't be... This was Katarina's own flesh and blood. They bathed together as children. Surely she'd know if there was anything... Unusual about her sister.
"Mnnn, oh, the changesss I've been through sincsse this curse has taken hold of me are usually sssuch a bother, but I'm cssertain a ssslut like yourssself will find plenty to like about them." Cassiopeia hissed, her forked tongue flicking out and licking her sister's nose playfully as she waited for realization to dawn on the red-head.
When it finally did, Katarina just screamed. |
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"Defeat."
A disheartened, feminine voice boomed in Katarina's mind, a telepathic message broadcast to all members of her squadron announcing the battle's end. The sound was so loud that it immediately jerked her back to consciousness.
She awoke lying on a stone dais, surrounded on all sides by trees and torches save for one, where a set of shallow steps lead out into her team's main base. Nearby, a wrinkled, disgusting looking creature in a dishevelled, violet robe sat hawking his wares, beady eyes and a massive nose staring out from underneath his hood. She knew this place, but this wasn't where she passed out. But, where did she...? She couldn't seem to remember where she had been when the sweet embrace of sleep had claimed her.
Rubbing the back of her head groggily, Katarina groaned, still in just as lousy shape as she had passed out in. Naked save for her leather boots and gloves, her gut slightly distended and her skin drenched with dragon semen. Thick locks of her hair sat in messy tangles, having grown crusty and stiff as the half-dragon's potent essence dried. She remembered the rape, and then her sister had found her, and then... Nothing.
Turning her head, her vision bleary, she stared off into the distance. There sat their Nexus, the magical font of energy from which the summoners she fought on behalf drew their power. It was a large, imposing building, hexagonal in shape, walled off on all sides by tall, sorcerer shaped statues. Crowning the structure was an enormous, purple crystal, shimmering and sparkling with all the magic contained within.
Before her very eyes, Katarina watched the crystal crack, small fractures appearing throughout it's pristine surface and growing larger with each second. They spread outwards, becoming a poorly constructed spiderweb. Raw, unrestrained magic seeped through the cracks, chips of gemstone flaking off of it, until the crystal could contain the enchanted essence no more. With an earthshattering kaboom, the nexus exploded, shards of crystal flying in every direction. The towering stone statues that were meant to protect it were blown apart from the inside, crumbling into rubble.
They had lost, and it was all her fault. All because she had been too weak to stop that damned dragon. Katarina rolled onto her knees, leaning her weight against her arms. Clenching a fist, she punched the ground hard, wincing as her knuckles cracked against the hard stone.
"There she iss, father!" Katarina recognized the hissing voice of her sister easily. Turning her head to
face her monstrous sibling, her eyes grew wide with a mixture of emotions.
There, standing next to the naga, was her father. The great General Marcus Du Couteau. The famed commander of Noxus's military had gone missing months ago, and everyone feared the worst, but now he had returned. Katarina nearly wept with glee to see the man who'd raised her alive and well. But he did not seem elated to see her.
Her vision blurred by tears, her father looked... Hazy. Indistinct. She couldn't make out his features clearly, but she knew it was him, she'd recognize that man anywhere. But where once he looked upon his daughter with pride, now there was only shame in his gaze. There were no approving glances for the woman who'd brought so much glory to Noxus in the past today, only disappointment and loathing.
"You dare show your face back here?" He scolded. "Your shameful actions have brought this defeat upon us. While your sister fought nobly alongside our forces, you were off gallivanting with that... That animal!" Cassiopeia nodded at their father's accurate retelling of events, standing by his side.
"No! Father, you don't understand! I-" Katarina tried to defend herself, but the man who first set her on the path of the assassin cut her off, his voice dripping with scathing resentment.
"Colluding with the enemy, abandoning your comrades, leaving those arrogant Demacians free to run wild and destroy our Nexus. And now look at you! Even now you sit there, wallowing in the filth of your misdeeds. Have you no pride girl, no dignity?! You have disgraced Noxus on this day!"
Katarina tried to stand, her knees shaking weakly as she climbed to her feet. Her head hanging low in humiliation, she tried to cover her exposed chest with her right arm. Her left reached down, squishing her swollen belly as she tried to hide her shame and cover her naked sex, but she couldn't hide the semen still dripping from her nethers. It trickled down her thighs and oozed from her sore, bruised behind, gushing from her holes in even thicker amounts from the pressure she put on her stomach. Her father gave her a revolted look, and the serpent next to him grinned with a confident air of superiority. Katarina lifted her head quickly, wild eyed and panicking. She opened her mouth to speak, to say something, anything to defend herself, but instead of words, all that came from her ruby lips was more of the half-dragon's seed. She coughed and gagged, spitting up even more cum.
"Disgusting." General Du Couteau wrinkled his nose at his own daughter and turned away from her.
"Perhaps you should have been the one cursed instead of me." Cassiopeia giggled in that flighty, girlish tone she had once used to beguile men of their secrets.
Katarina glared daggers at her sister, but before she could try to speak again, something miraculous happened. Before her very eyes, the naga began to change. Her accursed sibling's scales melted away, the green hue giving way to her beautifully bronzed skin. Her razor sharp claws shrunk and vanished, becoming the exquisitely manicured nails they once were. The thick leather headdress that crowned her skull melted away, separating into thin strands, becoming the luxuriously silky red hair that she shared with her sister again. Most wonderful of all, that hideously snake's tail split into two. From each pointed tail tip grew a human foot, and the segmented bones fused together, reshaping themselves into a perfectly ordinary pair of shapely human legs. Finally, the eery glow that had possessed her sapphire eyes ceased at last. Her sister was cured of her curse! Once more, Cassiopeia was human again, looking no different than she had that day she'd been punished for her transgressions so long ago.
Despite the rivalry they occasionally shared as siblings, Katarina's lips curled into a smile. She wanted to cheer for Cassie and congratulate her for being freed of her hideous transformation. Her elation was short-lived however, as sudden agony wracked her body, forcing her to double over in pain. Katarina howled, it felt like her body was being twisted out of shape. It was as though her legs were breaking a thousand times each, all in different places, and the bones were shifting about underneath her flesh. She felt more than she heard, a sickening crack and crunch. Staring down in horror at her hands, she watched as her fingers elongated, her nails stretching and sharpening into talons so sharp that they put her favoured daggers to shame. The bladed claws bursting from the fingertips of her gloves with the sound of fabric tearing.
Turning towards the shopkeeper, who was either blissfully ignorant or callously uncaring of all that transpired around him, she sprinted towards him. He carried all manner of magical trinkets and rejuvenating concoctions, perhaps he'd have some knowledge of what was transpiring. She made it all of three steps towards him before she fell forwards, stumbling and falling onto her side. She tried to climb back to her feet, but they refused to separate. Had someone tied her bootlaces together? Katarina hissed sharply and looked down, only to moan in horror. Her boots had fallen off entirely, nothing keeping them on as her feet had shrunk and withered away to nothingness while her legs fused together into one new, flexible limb. Her delicate, smooth skin rippled, turning green. She ran one hand down the length of her thigh, the skin growing rough as goosebumps rose up on her skin, and then spread outwards, growing thicker and widening into scales.
Katarina screamed and thrashed about on the stone, flopping about like a fish out of water, or a worm freshly torn from the dirt. With an anguished cry, she rolled onto her stomach and dug her new claws into cracks lining the stone plateau she was laying on. Scrabbling at the hard rock, she dragged herself towards the store on her belly. Where no cracks were available to grip, she made some, digging her sharp fingers into the ground and clawing her way forward. Her head grew heavier as she crawled forward, her already crusty hair growing even stiffer.
At last, she reached the oaken counter that served as the shop's main desk. Reaching up high with shaky hands, Katarina grabbed hold of the edge of it and pulled herself up. The shopkeep, hideous by even the most generous standards, recoiled away from her in revulsion. Kat ignored him and reached over the counter. She rustled through a pile of assorted magical artifacts, looking for anything reflective. Lifting up a large, enchanted sword, the blade polished to a mirror's sheen, she gazed into the flat of it and let out a terrified shriek.
Staring her back in the reflective surface was a twisted creature, half human and half snake. Her semen encrusted hair had become tough as leathery, her legs were gone, replaced with a serpent's tail, and before her gaze, her shining, emerald eyes began to glow with an unnatural light. Katarina wailed in horror and despair.
"My my, we really are quite the pair now, aren't we? Two inhuman monsters, we were made for one another..." A chill ran down Katarina's spine. That voice, that raspy, growling voice. She felt another pair of claws, smaller than her own, stroking her sides reassuringly, and a forked tongue licked the side of her cheek. She turned her head to look at her father and her sister, to plead for their aid, but they had abandoned her. Their back to the serpentine monster Katarina had become, both of them vanished into the haze created by her tears.
"I wonder, if I fuck you long enough, you'll surely get pregnant eventually. Think you'd give birth live
still, or lay a clutch of eggs now?" Shyvana hissed softly. The newly formed naga could feel that familiar, ugly shaft grinding against her scaly backside. With Shyvana's deranged laughter ringing in her ears, Katarina screamed from the depths of her soul.
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Enveloped in an icy chill and sudden wetness, Katarina was startled awake once again. Her eyes snapping open wide, they stung painfully, her vision nothing but darkness with a slight, blue-ish tint. She opened her mouth to breathe, only to feel her lungs burn as she inhaled the chilly liquid all around her. Desperate to suck in air before she drowned, the girl threw her head up, breaking the water's surface with a loud splash.
Coughing and hacking, Katarina choked and spat up mouthfuls of water, gasping for fresh oxygen once her airways were cleared. Squinting and rubbing at her eyes, she gagged a bit more and looked around.
She was in a pool of some kind... No, the water was flowing freely. A river. On one side of it, trees. On the other, the same thing. All around her were tall-standing reeds and high grasses sprouting from the river basin. Further downstream, she could see where the river broke free of the tree line and out onto a road. Rubbing at her eyes again to try and clear them, she panicked suddenly, afraid she might skewer them with her sharp claws. Pulling her hands away hastily, she glanced at them and found, to her amazement, the claws were gone! Her gloves still covered her hands, showing no sign of the damage the claws' growth had caused. Looking down into the water, she waited with baited breath for the surface to calm from her explosive emergence. When at last the ripples ceased and she could clearly see her reflection, she exhaled a deep sigh of relief. Her eyes were their normal green, bright, but not unnaturally so, and her hair was still sticky with cum, but normal. It had all been just a dream. Nothing more than a horrible nightmare.
"Ah, awake at last. I was hoping that might wake you up." Katarina recognized that husky voice. As the water calmed a bit more, the reflection of her sister appeared in it's still choppy surface, looming above her own. She too was back to the way she was before, unfortunately. Still a fork-tongued snake. "Either that or drown you, whatever it took to put an end to your screaming. You sounded like a banshee, it was grating on my nerves."
Katarina half-sighed, half-giggled. She must've been yelling in her sleep during that horrible dream. But it was over now. Now she had to contend with a different nightmare. She dug her fingers into the wet mud of the shallow riverbed, gritting her teeth as the memories of the day washed over her like the river water. The foolish fight she picked with Shyvana, her failed escape attempt, the marathon rape, and then... Her sister's 'rescue'. Spinning around to meet her sister's gaze, water sloshing about, she stared long and hard at the snake, looking for some sign of what she had felt before screaming herself unconscious.
Cassiopeia just gazed back at her quizzically. Had she imagined it? That thick, stabbing pole, she was so certain she had felt it, but staring at the naga now, there was no sign of any maleness, or any sex at all for that matter. Katarina let out another sigh. Had she imagined it? The beginning of her feverish dream perhaps? It must have been, for the flirtiness her sister had shown before was gone now.
Cassiopeia gave her more athletic sibling a disgusted look and turned her head away, her tanned cheeks turning a bit red. "You should clean yourssself up Kat. We can't have anyone ssseeing you like that." Whenever she became flustered or stressed out, Cassie's couldn't seem to stop herself from hissing like a snake, her tongue flitting out and tasting the air when she spoke.
Katarina blushed herself and turned back to the water, not wanting to see the look of revulsion in her sister's face. Gazing into it's uneven, mirror surface, she could see just how bad the damage really was. The cum that stained her skin had long since dried and become flaky and hard. The quick dunk in the water had moistened some of it though, and now the dragon's seed was dripping from her in watery globs. What tiny amount of mascara she'd been wearing had started to run down her cheeks in black, inky lines. Her hair was matted and sticky, all tangled and hard, and nasty white splotches pockmarked her body.
The assassin felt weak from exhaustion and dehydration. Smacking her lips together, her tongue felt dry and tasted like ash. Quickly, she peeled off her filthy gloves and tossed them aside. Using her bare hands to brush some of the grass out of her way, she cupped the water in her palms and brought it to her semen-caked lips, gulping it down noisily. The dirty river water hardly compared to the fine wines and fresh juices she enjoyed back in Noxus, but in her current state it might as well have been the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted.
Scooping up more and more, she drank from the river until she felt sick, her body desperately in need of liquid to replenish what was lost during her exhausting ordeal. When at last she felt satisfied, she sat back with a gasp. Wiping off her mouth with the back of her arm, Katarina could feel her bloated stomach gurgling, the mixture of all that water and entirely-too-much cum sloshing about in her belly. She wanted to retch, her body wanting to purge itself of the half-dragon's intruding essence, but she fought it back, swallowing the bile back down when she felt it rising in the back of her throat.
Wiping some of the moistened spooge from her arms, Katarina caught a glimpse of her sister's reflection in the water again. For a brief moment, she swore she saw the naga admiring her body, but when she turned to face her sibling again, the look was gone, just another figment of her worn out mind. The naga had her arms crossed, rolling her glowing eyes at the slow pace Katarina was moving at. The rushing water swept over her coiled tail, that long, scaly appendage keeping her sturdy even while she sat in the slick mud at the bottom of the river. The only movement coming from it was the very tip of the tail, flicking back and forth impatiently.
Katarina turned away again and pondered her predicament. If they were in the river, that meant Cassiopeia had taken her back into neutral territory. A dangerous enough place to be on a regular occasion. The naga hadn't bothered to gather together any of her weapons, so to make matters worse, now she was unarmed. Just like her sister to prioritize a bath over safety, and there was no other source of water nearby for miles.
Taking better stock of her surroundings, their current position seemed decent at least. The tall reeds were clumped together tightly on all sides, obscuring vision nicely. On top of that, the grass was tall enough that if she held her breath, she could lay low and go unnoticed by all but the most attentive observer. It was a passable hiding place until they determined where to go next, and if nothing else it allowed Katarina to hide her birthday suit.
She arched an eyebrow, looking pensive. Maybe the fact that she was completely naked might work to her advantage, Katarina thought. If no one was expecting it, it might just confuse her enemies long enough for her to make her escape should any of them stumble upon her. If she could make it back to base, she could acquire other weapons, especially with the bounty she claimed from that...
Katarina grabbed two fistfuls of her own clumped, matted hair and pulled furiously. The dragon's head! She'd left it behind! Now she was completely broke too. Things were just going from bad to worse.
Katarina was distracted from her self-pity by the feel of a pair of warm hands clasping her shoulders, sharp talons gently grazing her skin. "Ssissster, you sseem a bit dissstracted. Would you prefer if I lent you a hand?" Cassiopeia's forked tongued flicked outwards each time she hissed, grazing the outer edge of Katarina's ear. The winced and shrugged off her sister's grip. It was unintentional, she was sure, but the feel of it vibrating against her earlobe was so much like Shyvana's that it unnerved her deeply.
"We're not kids anymore Cassie." Katarina chuckled nervously and shook her head. "I'm perfectly capable of bathing on my own." The naga was right to hurry her though, they couldn't afford to spend much time here, Kat thought to herself. It was a shame too. After her terrible experience, the cool water flowing over her skin felt so relaxing, rinsing off the remains of the dragon's 'affections'.
Even though she knew she should be rushing, Katarina found herself bathing at a slow, leisurely pace. She savoured the cleansing feel of the flowing stream and the occasional tickling from the reeds swaying in the breeze. Wigglng her toes in the riverbed muck playfully, Katarina kicked up some of the wet sand and muddied the water. So much so that the murky river no longer gave her a clear reflection. So it was that she didn't notice the serpent approaching her again, nor the lustful gaze with which the naga was eyeing her human sister.
Again, Katarina felt her sister's hands upon her, but this time the snake-woman didn't ask for her sibling's permission. Sliding her arms around Kat's waist from behind, Cassiopeia's wet claws began kneading her smooth, rounded belly, massaging it tenderly and wetting some of the dragon's dry cum so she could wipe it off. "Kat, you're taking too long..."
Katarina cringed and squirmed, trying to free herself again. After everything she'd been through, her sister's embrace seemed a bit too... Amorous. Placing her hands overtop of Cassiopeia's, she tried to pry her grip loose, but the naga refused to release her. "I'm fine Cass, let me go." There was a twinge of nervousness in the girl's voice, but the snake just tightened her grip, her long, serpentine tail weaving in between her legs and entangling them in her strong coils.
"I insist. It'll go much faster this way." Cassiopeia hissed into her sister's ear, her hands firmly massaging her human sibling's swollen belly, grinning to herself as it sloshed and churned with all the liquid she'd consumed. Her scaly tail was gently stroking along Katarina's thighs, the smooth scales rubbing against her bare skin. Leaning forward into the assassin's back, Cassiopeia ground her chest into the red-head's spine, letting her hands roam over her sister's body. In the wake of her palms, Katarina's lightly tanned skin glistened and shone, the thick clumps of dried cum that stained her flesh smearing off and mixing into the river, giving it a milky, off-white tint. Scooping up more water, Cassie lifted it over her sister's head and dumped it into her hair, her sharp claws working to comb through the tangled mess. She cringed in disgust as a gooey string of cum came off between her fingers, clinging to her long, delicate looking digits before she flung it away to get caught on some of the reeds. "Just try to imagine that we're kids again, and maybe this won't be so bad."
Trying to ignore the suggestive way that the serpent was rubbing against her, Katarina grit her teeth and ran her fingertips across the strong, muscular tail that was becoming entwined with her legs. She tried to pry it off of her limbs, only for Cassie to strangle her thighs even harder. "Easier said than done, you weren't a monster back then." Katarina gasped and clamped a hand over her mouth, knowing that was exactly the wrong thing to say to the short-tempered serpent.
Cassiopeia's fumed, a low growl rumbling in her throat. She forced back the growl building in her throat and faked a playful grin. Her hands having made their way to Katarina's back, she fought the urge to dig her claws into her dear sister's spine, reaching around her again. By now her sibling was mostly cleaned of Shyvana's seed, all that remained was the best part. "I ssuppose that'ss true," she hissed. "But then, you didn't have thessse back then either!"
Katarina's eyes bulged and she cried out in surprise, the serpent grabbing a handful of her bountiful mammaries in each paw and giving them a rough squeeze. Kneading them roughly, Cassiopeia rolled the girl's tender chest like dough, pressing her palms against them harshly and squashing her sister's large, perky breasts. Letting out a deep sigh, the naga arched her back, grinding her own barely covered bosom into Kat's back, savouring the red-head's soft, pliant chest pillows.
"Aaagh! Cassie, what the hell?!" Katarina was gritting her teeth, trying to bite back a scream. After all the abuse she'd taken from Shyvana, her chest was sore and tender, and the snake's claws were hardly being gentle now.
"How unfair..." Cassiopeia pouted, leaning her head forward to rest on Katarina's shoulder. Her glowing eyes dimmed slightly as she glanced down into the water. The mud had since settle back to the bottom, once again revealing their reflections in the choppy water. Where once they had looked so much alike, the naga's transformation had since made them look so disparate. "I was supposed to be the pretty one. How is it that the athletic one between us was the one gifted with a bigger set of titsss?"
Katarina grimaced, twisting her head to the side and screwing her eyes shut, not wanting to see the reflection of her sister's face. The look in her eyes was... Disturbing to say the least. A melancholy mix of sadness, lust, jealousy, and deranged fury. Katarina had heard from secondhand sources that her sister hadn't exactly been right in the head since the curse had taken hold, but this was the first time she'd seen for herself. She'd always always been a bit quick to anger, but since the transformation her temper had only grown worse. There were numerous rumours floating about how Cassiopeia had torn her servants to shreds with her bare claws when she'd first gone through the reptilian change. Now the rage in her eerily glowing eyes was directed at Katarina, and it made the girl tremble in fear.
Cassieopeia kept up her relentlessly 'massage', mauling Katarina's bust. She squeezed until Kat's ample flesh bulged outwards from between her fingers, giggling like a little girl who'd found a new toy to play with, even as Katarina screamed in pain, feeling like those razor-bladed nails would break her skin and slice her chest to ribbons any second now. Pulling her sister in closer, Cassie pressed their cheeks together, nuzzling the poor girl affectionately while rolling her bosom in her paws.
"No one will touch me anymore Kat," Cassie exhaled a sigh, easing up her grip on her bust. "Everyone is too afraid or disgusted. But you would never abandon me, would you?" Cass leaned further against the side of Kat's face, cheeks rubbing against one another.
The loving 'affection' of her sister repulsed Kat, twisting her head away from the serpent's attempt to cuddle. Things had gone way past simply bathing together. "C-Cassie! You-you need to stop! This... This isn't appropriate!" Katarina pleaded, her voice stuttering anxiously, hoping her sister would come to her senses.
She did not. Hissing softly, she pressed her lips to Katarina's exposed neck, pursing her lips and gently sucking on her tanned flesh. Up and down the length of her neck, she peppered her skin with kisses and sharp little nips, tormenting her sister with sharp little lovebites. Releasing her torturous grasp on her sister's udders, Katarina dared to hope the naga was done abusing her, but the kisses continued. She whined quietly, still trying to pull away, but the snake's tail binding her legs insured she was going nowhere.
There was the slight jingling of rattling jewellery, then the feel of Cassie pressing against her back was gone. A plink not too far away caught her attention, like something being dropped in the water, then Katarina was shoved forward as the naga threw her weight against her back again. Kat's eyes widened, the hard, jewel encrusted brassiere no longer jabbing her spine. Instead, there were just her sister's soft breasts cushioning her back.
"Any less appropriate than engaging in a tryst with the enemy on a battlefield?" Cassiopeia said with a coy smile on her face.
"No. No! Cassie, stop this!" There was no illusion anymore, no misunderstanding. She couldn't let this happen again, not with her own sister of all people! "Get the hell away from me!" Her dread giving her strength, Katarina swung her arms wildly, managing to hit the naga in the side of the face. Stunned by the sudden blow, Cassie's tail loosened it's grip, and Katarina quickly managed to pry her legs free. Thrashing in the water, she broke free and managed to hop to her feet, making a break for it.
The water slowed her down though, resisting her movements and making her sluggish, even more so than she already was. A snake was much more aquadynamic than any human though. Coiling up, Cassiopeia lunged forwards, grabbing at her sister's ankles and yanking her feet out from under her, dropping her back into the water face first. Slithering over top of her, Cassie grabbed a fistful of scarlet
hair and held her under the water, until she could see the naked wench squirming and struggling for air. Only then did she pull her head out of the water to let her gasp for oxygen.
"Even my own sssisster shiess away from my touch!" Cassiopeia snarled, tangling Katarina's hair around her claws. Pulling hard on those knotted crimson locks, she forced Kat to look up so that the naga could see the fear in her bright green eyes.
They just glared at one another, seconds feeling like minutes as the serpent jerked on Katarina's crimson tresses, the girl biting her tongue to avoid giving her the satisfaction of hearing her scream. Slowly, Cassie's tail slithered through the choppy water. The strong, muscular limb curled and wrapped around Katarina's thighs, locking them in place and then coiling around the rest of her body. She could feel it squeezing around her protruding gut, the pressure making her stomach gurgle.
It was getting harder to breathe, the red-head's eyes growing large. Her sister was squeezing her like a boa constrictor. Her breath becoming ragged wheezing gasps, she weakly tried to push the scaly appendage back, to pry it away, but it just looped around her again, trapping her arms against her chest.
"Cassie..." Katarina rasped, feeling herself growing lightheaded as the snake slowly crushed her. "Why... Are you... Doing this?"
The naga just grinned down at her, a sly, almost childish grin as she squeezed even tighter around Katarina's midsection.
The pressure continued to build on Katarina's gut, her full, squishy belly compressing tighter and tighter. Her eyes bulged, and she felt bile in the back of her throat. All that cum still filling her belly, sloshing and churning as her stomach was squashed. Moving off of her sister, Cassiopeia continued to eye her with that frighteningly giddy look. Showing just how powerful her tail was, she hoisted her bound sibling up in the air and gave her one last good, hard squeeze. Katarina exhaled the last of her breath, her jaw hanging open in a silent scream. Was this really how she was going to die? Crushed to death by her own sister? The naga's coils wound themselves tighter, twisting Kat's body, wringing her out like a sponge.
That analogy suddenly felt all too accurate. With Katarina's stomach being squished too much to contain it all, all of that gooey, syrupy semen had only one way to go. It gushed back out the way it came, spraying from her ravaged sex and oozing from her battered and bruised ass. Her cheeks burned with a humiliation she'd been previously unable to even imagine as the naga wrung her out, her coiled tail spreading out, stretching further down her torso as she forced out all of the half-dragon's remaining seed. Goopey white sludge erupting from both of her holes in thick gouts to land in the water below with a splash. It clumped together even in the river, milky white spots being carried downstream.
Biting her bottom lip, Cassiopeia strained to empty out her sister's womb and rectum without actually crushing her, careful to apply just the right amount of pressure in just the right spots. Only when the flow of draconic semen had slowed to a trickle and Katarina's face was turning blue from lack of oxygen did she finally loosen her grip. Uncoiling her serpentine tail, she dropped the nearly unconscious girl unceremoniously back into the water to cough and sputter for air. Her bulging, swollen belly was back to its normal size now, flat and athletically toned, with just the barest hint of stretch lines the only sign of what she had gone through.
"Just helping you with your bath, dear sister. You needed a good cleaning, inside and out." Cassiopeia snickered.
Katarina was laying face down in the water, weakly holding her head up to take short, shallow breaths. Most of her body was numb, and it was a miracle she didn't have any broken bones.
Again, Cassie's hands were upon her now, gently caressing her sister's muscular thighs. Taking a firm hold of her legs, she dragged her sibling closer and threw Kat's legs over her shoulders. The human had to prop herself up on her arms to keep her head out of the water at this angle.
"Ungh... Cassie... Now what?" Katarina groaned and tried to twist her body, hoping to see what her sister was doing, but the naga just swatted her with her tail.
"Be quiet Kat, I'm not done yet." Her face hidden between Kat's thighs, Cassie licked her lips and let her forked tongue glide across her sister's labia. The loud moan that followed was music to her ears. The twin prongs of her tongue lapped at her sister's tender netherlips, teasing all around her sore, puffy lips with tiny, delicate licks.
Katarina gasped and her arms wavered, nearly dropping her face into the icy river. After being brutalized so roughly by the half-dragon, even the gentle, caring tongue of her sister was like pins and needles pricking her raw sex. She cringed and bit her bottom lip, fighting with herself. She had to stop this. This wasn't just sex with another monster, this was incest! But it felt so soothing.
Cassiopeia had none of the same inhibitions as her sister. She'd never exactly been a chaste girl. In her time serving as a courtesan to nobles, she'd partaken in far more vulgar things than a bit of sisterly love, with both men and women alike. She'd been one of the greatest assets to Noxus's intelligence services without ever needing to use force or violence. The pleasures of the flesh, a night of ecstasy, those had been the only weapons she'd needed at her disposal. It had been such a huge part of her life that, now that it was gone, she found herself burning with lust and desire all the time. Or perhaps her enhanced libido was simply another part of her curse. Either way, the naga found she could never satisfy herself and 'relations' with non-humans was frowned upon. Not that it couldn't be found in a city state as seedy as Noxus, but Cassiopeia was far too high-profile for anyone to risk getting caught with her. As a result, she was alone and aroused constantly.
But now, now she had finally found someone to sate her burning desires. If her sister had no qualms with fucking a dirty half-breed, then surely she wouldn't mind lending the naga a hand in her time of need. Sure, she might protest now, but everyone gave in sooner or later, once they felt the joys Cassiopeia could bring them. There wasn't a man or woman alive who had been able to resist her expert tongue yet. Sure it may be reptilian now, but she could still do things with it that would make most people writhe. And judging from the condition she found the assassin in, she was certain that Katarina would be overjoyed by the surprise Cassiopeia had in store for her as well.
Her thin tongue smacking wetly against her sister's tender flowerpetals, Cassie drug the slick organ up and down, lapping up the last trickles of Shyvanna's seed as it oozed from her pussy. Even though she tried to suppress it, she could hear Katarina's whine reverberating in her throat as she cleaned out her sex. The water got a bit muddier as Kat balled her hands into fists, her fingers digging through the dirt. When it felt like the red-head could take no more, she pressed the fork of her tongue against the sensitive little love button, letting her clit slide between the two prongs, and hissed. Her tongue buzzed and vibrated against Katarina's clitoris, making her scream as her body was wracked by a sudden, spastic orgasm.
The naga didn't stop with just one though. The hot, burning sensation of the dragon's cum quickly being replaced by the sweeter taste of her sister, Cassiopeia felt encouraged. Lunging forward, she pressed their lips together in a lewd kiss, her large fangs scraping against Kat's outer labia as the snake dug her tongue deeper into her honeypot, slurping and drooling over her sister's lovetunnel.
Katarina swore she was seeing stars dancing in front of her vision, though really it was just the reeds blowing in the wind. The pleasure was so much more intense than what little she had managed to receive from the half-dragon's greedy fuck, made even greater by how overly sensitive her sore cunny was. Somehow, she knew her sore sex should sting at least a bit more, and she wondered if her sister was just that skilled, or if she should be concerned that she was starting to have difficulty differentiating between pleasure and pain.
Still, as wonderful as this felt after the last few agonizing hours, she couldn't let it continue. This was
still a battlefield, they were still in hostile territory, and this was still her sister eating her out.
"Cassie... Cassie! Stop. You have to... You have to staaaahh!" Katarina vision grew hazy as her sister's tongue probed deeeep inside of her, the forked end of it reaching further than any human ever could. It found her weakspot, and with another hiss, began vibrating right up against her g-spot. She screamed, her hips bucking of their own accord, grinding against Cassie's lips as the serpent's tongue twisted and thrust inside of her.
Each time the naga's tongue pulled back, it scooped out some of Katarina's gushing juices, only to go back for more as she tormented her sister. She pushed her sibling to the very brink and then, when Kat was writhing on the edge of another orgasm, she stopped and pulled her tongue out. Panting softly, Kat's heavy breasts swung back and forth as she shifted her body. That mind-numbing bliss had suddenly vanished and her body craved more, but the naga refused to give her any. “You wanted me to stop, didn't you?” She said with a pleased expression on her face. She met her older sister's gaze, letting her claws stroke up and down her thighs.
Katarina bit her bottom lip, torn by what she suddenly found herself craving, and what she knew was a step further into debauchery. She whimpered pathetically, her mind so fogged with lust that she had trouble finding the words. They didn't seem to be in any immediate danger, maybe she could afford a bit of relaxation...
Gazing into her younger sibling's eerie eyes, they seemed to almost possess a mesmerizing quality to them, like staring into a pair of sparkling sapphires. “Maybe... Just a bit more...” Katarina shook her head. What was she saying!? She couldn't let this keep going! “No, we can't, we have to get somewhere sa-ahh! Cassie!”
The naga heard more, and that was the only word she cared about. Her claws each grabbing a handful of Katarina's ass for leverage, she leaned in to give the girl another teasing lick, flicking her tongue across her clit. Even after giving her big sister's slit a good tongue bath though, she was still tasting that dragon's disgusting seed on her lips. This was no good, she had to get rid of it all.
Prying her sister's cheeks apart on a whim, she rolled her eyes as she saw the barest trickle of dragon cum still dribbling from her little ring of muscle. Big sis was such a slut. Giving Kat's slit one more good lick, Cassiopeia dragged her forked tongue up the length of her labia and kept going, leaving a trail of saliva in her wake as she lapped up the last of the halfling's essence. The forked prongs teasing the girl's taint, moving further up until she was tickling Katarina's pucker.
The assassin clawed at the mud, trying to drag herself away. This was getting more and more uncomfortable by the moment. Cassiopeia held firm though as she set about rimming her squirming sister, swirling her tongue around the girl's backdoor in small, fast circles. Kat's legs were starting to kick and thrash, her thighs clamping around the naga's head. Grabbing hold of her left thigh to hold her steady, Cassie let her right hand slide underneath the struggling girl, stroking her taut belly with her palm and stretching out her thumb to gently rub Katarina's sensitive little lovebutton.
A smile spread across the serpent's features when that calmed her sibling down almost instantly. All she had to do was show her big sis how good she could make her feel, and the girl would become putty in her hands.
Pressing her tongue a bit more forcefully against Kat's anal ring, she tried to push it inside, but the trained killer just grit her teeth and clenched her muscles, trying to keep her sister's probing tongue out. That just would not do. Trapping the red-head's clit between her thumb and forefinger, Cassie ramped up the stimulation to her sister's delicate nub, rolling it between her fingers and pinching it lightly.
Katarina let out a high-pitched moan, her muscles relaxing long enough for her little sister to bury her tongue into her anus. Her scarlet tresses were falling over her face like a curtain, the ends trailing through the water. She'd never felt anything quite like the snake's slippery tongue probing her back entrance. The strange feeling of the slender, wet organ twisting and slithering around inside of her rectum was so weird, though not entirely unpleasant. Her sister's saliva washed away the burning dragon cum, leaving her feeling much cleaner, albeit even more repulsed by the naga.
“Cassie! Th-that's disgusting!”
Cassiopeia's tongue made a lewd, slick slurping sound as it slipped back into her mouth again, a string of drool still tethering the forked end of it to Katarina's ass crack. “Oh, don't pretend you're not enjoying it.” The naga cooed, deftly slipping her index finger into her sister's pussy. “You're still soaking wet.”
Katarina looked down into her reflection in the choppy water. Seeing the bright red blush on her own face, she lifted her head, not wanting to see her own humiliation staring back at her. One of Cassiopeia's long claws replaced her tongue, sliding up and down the crack of her ass, the tip of it pressing firmly against her opening and sliding in easily thanks to all the saliva lubing up her back passage. The perverted sound it made as it drilled into her asshole made Katarina cringe and Cassie grin. A lewd schlick to match the squishing sound Kat's sex was making. Sliding an extra finger into her big sister's pussy, Katarina's moans built in volume and pitch as the serpent was edging her towards orgasm again. Leaning more of the girl's weight against her arms, the naga licked her lips as she fingered both holes at once, never letting her thumb stray too far from her clitoris.
And then, once again, just as Kat's moans reached a crescendo, the naga stopped, pulling her fingers free and leaving her just shy of her peak.
“Why? Why do you keep stopping?” Katarina whined, her voice sounding tiny and defeated.
Cassiopeia clucked at her sister, shaking her head shamefully. “Tssk, tssk. What a selfish slut you are.” Grasping her sister by the thighs, Cassie lifted her off her shoulders and dropped her abruptly into the cold water, chuckling softly as she picked herself up out of the river, shivering from the cold and her interrupted orgasm. “Expecting me to do everything for you without doing anything in return for me. Naughty girl.” The serpent slithered a bit closer, lifting herself up on her tail a bit higher so that she towered over her older sibling. “If you want any more, then I think it's only fair that you returned the favour.”
Cassiopeia's hands swept down her sides, past where her bronzed skin turned to bumpy, reptilian scales. Her gaze following her sister's sharp paws as they moved lower, Katarina's eyes were drawn to a small slit, barely noticeable amidst the lighter green scales lining her belly. It took the naive girl a moment to realize both what she was seeing, and then again for it to dawn on her what Cassie wanted. No wonder she was never able to spot any sign of the naga's sex even though she wasn't wearing any clothes. It was on the underside of her tail, always pressed against the ground and unseen as she slithered about.
Katarina scowled, pushing herself up onto her knees and glaring into her sister's face. “You don't really expect me to...”
Cassiopeia leaned forward, her human torso hovering over her as she reached down to tenderly stroke her sister's hair. To Katarina, the gesture felt more like a threat than reassurance however. Those long, knife-like fingernails grazed past her ear while the naga spoke. “I exsspect you to show more loving devotion to your own flesh and blood than you would to an opponent.”
“It's not like I was given a choice Cassie!” Katarina barked back at her, her eyes narrowing to slits as she fumed with rage, clenching one hand into a fist.
“Then maybe I shouldn't give you one either.” Pressing her hand to the back of her head, Katarina pushed back instinctively, but Cassiopeia's cursed fill her with unnatural strength, and she easily overpowered her ordinary sibling, shoving her face forward into her smooth, scaly underbelly. Katarina struggled as the snake expected her to, beating on the snake's leathery hide with her fist, but her tough scales provided ample protection, especially considering Kat's weakened state.
Grabbing the back of Kat's head with both sets of claws to hold her in place, Cassie hissed and pressed her face right up against her hidden slit, grinding her vent against her sister's nose and lips. Katarina's neck muscles strained, fighting to pull back, but the snake wouldn't let her. The rest of her lengthy tail was wrapping around her waist, coiling around her and starting to squeeze again. Not as hard as before, but enough to make the message clear. Katarina would return the naga's affections, or Cassiopeia would crush her internal organs into paste.
With tears welling up in her eyes, the fiery-haired assassin resigned herself to her fate. What use was there in fighting it? She had no weapons to defend herself, nor did she have the strength or speed to match her reptilian sibling. She could already feel Cassiopeia's fluids coating her ruby lips, the naga having grown eager while tormenting her elder sister. Closing her eyes to try and imagine she was anywhere else, with anyone else, she let her tongue slip out to taste the inhuman woman's damp sex.
It was hardly the worst thing she'd tasted that day. Nowhere near the ash and brimstone taste of Shyvana's seed, but it was still bitter and disgusting. Katarina gave her slit a few tentative, hesitant licks, earning herself a cuff to the back of the head from the naga.
"Don't think you can get away with that shy, hessitant girl act with me, sssisster!" Cassiopeia's eyes narrowed. "I found you sssoaked in enough cum to drown a yordle, I know you can put forth more effort than that!"
Kat's eyes were filled with fury. What she wouldn't give for one of her daggers. Who cares if they were family? She was so furious she'd have happily skinned the naga alive for a new set of clothes. And that half-dragon, this was all her fault! These two reptilian fiends deserved one another.
Her vision still filled with hate and rage, Katarina pressed her hands to the serpent's underbelly, her fingers parting her folds to thrust her tongue deeper. Wincing from the taste, she did her best to imitate the motions the naga had used to make her feel so gooood. Swirling her tongue in large, languid circles, she tried to make it vibrate like her sister did, but all she accomplished was slapping her tongue back and forth.
Her sister's eager, but inexperienced actions made Cassiopeia laugh. Not everyone could have a tongue as experienced, or reptilian, as hers though. Still, lousy as the girl may have been, it still beat having to use her claws. It was so difficult to finger oneself with a set of knives, she was so focused on not skewering herself that there was no pleasure to be felt.
The naga bucked and shifted her body, grinding her scaly underside against Kat's lips, trying to find an angle that might help the poor girl do a better job. The emerald scales coating her belly glistened, water droplets rolling down her body mixed with saliva and her own arousal. Her lust was building and it wouldn't be long now until Katarina got to see Cassie's 'little' surprise.
The snake's loins were burning, her tail splashing as it wiggled back and forth. Katarina exhaled a warm sigh through her nose, mistaking her sister's squirming as a sign of impending orgasm, a mark of her good work. Redoubling her efforts, she just wanted this ordeal to end. Her fingers sensually massaging the naga's sides, she jabbed her tongue in, and licking her sister's bumpy, internal walls, stopping when she reached something slimy and hard.
She nearly recoiled in confusion. There's no way her tongue was reaching deep enough to hit the back of her sister's passage, and she wasn't nearly naive enough to believe that could be her hymen. Whatever it was, it was pushing back against her tongue, slipping out from her slit.
Confused and disgusted, Katarina struggled to pull back, and to her surprise, the naga let her. Afterall, Cassiopeia wanted to see the look on Kat's face.
Slowly emerging from Cassiopeia's vent was a long, spongy slab of flesh. Completely smooth and pink, from the base to the thin, tapered tip of it. The only mark was the occasional blue vein lining it's surface. It pushed its way out from what Kat had thought was her sex, but was more the reptilian equivalent of a sheath. It flopped forward as it pushed out, only semi-hard, but it was quickly filling out with blood, swelling larger and thicker.
Staring first in shock, then horror, Katarina's last memory before she passed out returned to her, that of her sister prodding her with a thick, needy cock. But it couldn't be! That was just a part of her nightmare, or so she had thought. She was quickly finding that reality was much worse than any dream however.
"Cassie... But- What?! How?! I don't..." Katarina was at a complete loss for words, watching the naga's sharp fingers graze across her smooth shaft, grabbing hold and lightly stroking herself.
Cassiopeia sighed, a dejected look on her face. "This curse... Wasn't bad enough that it turned me into a monster, but it took my womanhood too!" The serpent grinned coyly, gently stroking her sister's hair and trying to guide the woman's lips to her waiting prick. "It's not all bad though. You'd be amazed at just how good it feels to be the one sticking it to some filthy slut for a change... Someone like you." Cassie giggled, her sister desperately fighting the hold on her head.
Katarina tried to look away, fought to free herself, but the rest of the naga's lengthy tail was still wrapped around her, and it gave her another harsh squeeze to remind her who was in charge. Just as the slimy tip of Cassie's girlcock was about to press against Kat's tightly pursed lips, the naga angled it up higher to let it rub along the bridge of her nose, a bit of her natural lubricants dotting Kat between the eyes. This wasn't an act of mercy on her part though, she just wasn't done showing off for her big sister.
Holding the back of Katarina's head, she yanked hard on her hair whenever she tried to look away, forcing her to watch as more and more of her pole slipped from her opening. The naga's shaft would never be as big as Shyvana's. Though still larger than all the males she'd had the pleasure of enjoying in her lifetime, she had neither the enormous girth or length of the bestial half-dragon. Though she still had something that Shyvana didn't...
Cassiopeia's slit bulged, her lips stretching even wider as something else started poking out. Her gaze drawn to her sister's vent, it was like watching a tragedy in action. She didn't want to watch, but Katarina found she couldn't look away. Pink flesh pushed out from the naga's sex, briefly looking as though her slit was turning inside out. With a slick, squishy pop, another tube of pink flesh suddenly sprung outwards.
Katarina screamed anew, ignoring the naga's claws yanking on her hair as she twisted her head and thrashed uselessly in the water to try and get away.
Cassie sighed happily. Letting only one shaft free at a time had been most uncomfortable, the first one trapping the second inside as it had swollen and grown erect, but the priceless look on her sibling's face made it all worth it. She was, afterall, a snake now. So if she was going to be partially male, it only made sense for her have a pair of twin hemi-penes. As the second one swelled and grew hard, they became completely identical, both nearly nine inches long and two thick. They bobbed and weaved in the air, the pair maintaining a small bit of flexibility, even when fully hard, to make up for the difficulty in lining her reptilian hips up with another.
"Oh God, no! This can't be real! This has to be a nightmare!" No matter how much Katarina pleaded to wake up, no matter how many times she squeezed her eyes shut in hopes of seeing something different when she reopened them, nothing changed. Her sister still had her bound tightly within her coils, her prehensile members rubbing themselves against her cheeks.
But Kat's hands were still free. Grabbing hold of each of her sister's pulsating cocks, she squeezed hard, trying to crush the spongy, pink shafts between her fingers. But where she hoped to hear a squeal of pain from the naga, there was only a lustful moan. Both reptilian shafts pulsed and spat out thick globs of perfectly aimed precum, splattering either side of Katarina's face.
"Oh, Kat! If I'd known you would be ssso enthussiassstic, I'd have told you to give me a handjob firsst." Cassiopeia snickered to herself. Inside of her vent, her twin lengths were practically stewing in their own precum. It gave the two slabs of meat a strong, heady smell that made Katarina gag. More importantly though, it meant they were slimy and lubed up constantly. She could barely get a grip on them, the slippery, meaty pillars sliding between even her tightly clenched fists. Cassie bucked and thrust savouring the feel of Katarina's delicate, human fingers, her smooth skin gliding across her needy girlcocks and hugging them tightly. It felt so much better than those blades she called her fingers. But the naga knew there were far better holes to sleeve her dicks in.
Cupping her sister's face between her claws, Cassiopeia bent down to look her in the eyes, to admire those pretty pools of jade and her lightly tanned skin, perfect save for that one scar over her eye to mar her features. "Do you know just how many men have pined for you over the years sister?" Cassie guided Katarina's lips to meet the pointed tip of one of her smooth members. The question was rhetorical of course. Katarina wasn't stupid enough to answer, or else she'd have found herself with a mouthful of cock, but Cassiopeia was content to dot her lips with her bitter tasting precum for now.
"How many of them have come to me instead, thinking you unattainable. Have dressed me like you, called me by your name, even had me wear make-up to imitate that pretty little beauty mark of yours?" Gently, Cassiopeia traced the tip of her thumb along Katarina's scar, pausing over her eyes and making her sibling quiver in fear. "All they saw was the driven, focused servant of Noxus. The Silent Blade who'd cut them down for daring to see her as anything but a weapon, unattainable to their base desires. Damnit, even to the sssummonerss, I'm just the one they call for when you're not available! What would they think, I wonder, if they hade found you the way I had? If they could see you now, just how easy you really are."
Cassiopeia's words stung Katarina far worse than any of her deeds. She glared up at her sister with determination and seething fury. But determination to do what? She couldn't stop the half-dragon when she'd been fully armed, what could she do to the naga now? She could struggle, she could resist, but Cassie would have her way in the end, the serpent almost always did, and it would be more painful for her as a result. But she couldn't just accept it either! To just give in and forsake what little dignity Shyvana had left her with, she'd never be able to look at herself the same again.
"At last, I'll have what they never could," Cassie said, more to herself than anything, gloating over her victory. To the naga, this was vengeance. For all the athletic gifts her sister lorded over her, for the beauty that had been robbed of her, and for the life of jealousy she'd led in Katarina's shadow. Shifting her serpentine coils, she tightened her grasp around Katarina's midsection, squeezing until the wind was forced from her lungs, her mouth opening wide to exhale and desperate to breathe in.
The naga loosened her grip, letting her sister breathe in a whiff of her strong musk, then lunging forward to give her a taste too. Only one shaft managed to reach Katarina's tongue before she sealed her lips around it to keep the other out. Cassiopeia pouted, then shrugged. It would get its turn soon enough.
Katarina groaned. Thankfully, her sister's shaft didn't strain her jaw to the breaking point the way Shyvana's had, but it tasted much worse. And whereas the half-dragon had been 'courteous' enough to fire most of her loads straight into her stomach so she wouldn't have to taste them, her sister's length was completely coated from tip to base in her foul slime. The only hope she could muster was that her sister wouldn't have the same endurance or virility that the dragon did. She knew the naga was pent up, and she prayed the serpent would cum quickly and be done with her.
Grasping the naga's free shaft with grim determination, Katarina began stroking it firmly, her head bobbing in time with her hand. Her sudden eagerness took Cassieopeia by surprise, a shudder running down her lengthy spine. "Ohh, do you love the taste of my cock that much Kat? Mnnn..." The serpent bit her bottom lip, chewing on it lightly with one of her large fangs. As a 'reward' for her sibling's sudden change of heart, another thick glob of precum oozed from the tips of her greasy members, one landing atop Kat's tongue while the other sprayed across her bridge of her nose.
The bitter taste wasn't getting any better as time went on, but Katarina forced herself to keep going, using what little experience she'd accumulated pleasing the half-dragon to try and get her sister off faster. Preferably before she decided to lay claim to any of the assassin's other holes. Pressing her tongue along the underside of the naga's throbbing pole, she rubbed it up and down.
Making sure to keep her hand busy as well, she let her thumb tease and stroke the tip of her sibling's other prick in between long strokes. All the preseminal fluid coating it let her hand fly up and down the shaft. Whenever her palm reached the base, she would give it a firm squeeze, encouraged by the naga's lusty moans.
Risking a glance upwards to gauge her sister's reaction, Katarina would have grinned if her mouth wasn't full. The naga's back was arched, Cassie throwing her head back and basking in the pleasure she was being showered in. She made sure to keep one hand on the back of Katarina's head just in case, lovingly stroking her sister's hair, while the other was pawing at her own chest, delicately massaging her breasts with practiced skill.
Slurping noisily on the serpent's prick, Katarina hollowed out her cheeks and sucked on it hard. Pulling back until even the tip slipped out with a lewd pop, she quickly shifted her attention to the other shaft. Gooey strings of drool and precum were still tethering her lips to the first one as she started blowing the other, her hands switching to the first so it wasn't left out. She didn't want either of these disgusting things going near her sex, and if this was the only way to save herself, she'd swallow all the nasty cum her sister had to give.
"Aahn! Kat! Keep... Keep at it! That feelsss ssso goood." Cassiopeia's hissing was becoming longer and more drawn out as her pleasure grew. Her serpentine hips writhed and spasmed, her coiled tail growing gentler, practically hugging the bound girl and grinding her smooth scales against her wet skin. "My sssisssterr, the exsspert cocksssuckerrr."
Cassie giggled, her sharp fingers running through Katarina's fiery tresses. Forcing a little bit of her cock further down the girl's throat, she let loose another little surprise for her. The very end of her tail, where the scaly limb thinned out, wound its way in between Katarina's legs, tickling her outer lips while the naga smiled. Kat squealed in surprise, the sound reverberating through the snake's sensitive organ. Slowly, she began easing the tip of her tail into her sister's snatch. Her hips became more active at the same time, thrusting and forcing Kat to swallow more of the naga's cock.
"There'ss no reasson why we can't both enjoy thisss, no?" Cassiopeia said softly, again letting her thumb trace the outline of Katarina's scar, rubbing her precum all along the length of it.
Kat cringed, trying to ignore the pleasure Cassie was forcing onto her. Damn her tail! It moved like her tongue, only bigger in every way. And those scales... While they were smooth for the most part, they still made noticeable little bumps that the girl could feel grinding against the inner walls of her sex. It slid inside of her so smoothly, so easily, stretching her just enough without going too far.
Katarina's eyes rolled up into her skull, Cassie's tailtip finding just the right spot to make her swoon, and the naga knew it. She held her tail there, letting the tip wiggle against her weak spot, rubbing her little scales against it. Overwhelmed by pleasure, the foul taste in her mouth suddenly seemed irrelevant. Moaning far too loudly, Katarina slowed her movements, letting her sister savour the greedy, schlurping lips wrapped tightly around her girldick. She bobbed her head more slowly, and when she went to switch cocks again, she paused and gave the precum-oozing slits on each an affectionate lick.
Katarina was just giving the first one a kiss, her lips pursed against it, when her eyes rolled back and she managed to snap herself out of her delirium. What the hell was she doing?! She couldn't be getting into this... She wanted it to end. Cassie was so much more experienced than her that making Kat dance to her tune was child's play. She thought she could finish the gender-crossed serpent off quickly and make her lose interest, but at this rate, she was going to be left begging for more if she didn't stop this now.
Then, all at once, the taste of the naga's cum that her lust-fogged mind had been suppressing hit her again. Katarina's eyes bugged out, and she yanked her head off the serpent's prick. Coughing and gagging, she spat as much pre-seed into the water as she could, waiting a few seconds for the flowing river to carry it away before dunking her head under it to try and wash out the taste.
Cassiopeia gave her sister a bemused look. "Aww, what's wrong Kat? Don't you like the taste?" Her tail intertwined with her sister's legs, Cassie pulled them apart, staring at the human's little treasure box beneath the water's surface. Still holding her sibling by the hair, she dragged her closer, using the scarlet strands as a rag to wipe off some of the spit. "That's okay, I think you're ready for the main event now." To anyone else, her husky tone would've been seductive, but to her own kin now, it was terrifying.
Clamping her thighs together to try and keep Cassie from shoving her tail in any further, Kat grabbed at it with her hands, digging her nails into it to pull it out. The naga hissed in pain, backhanding her sister across the face. Her glowing eyes narrowed to slits, she kept a tight hold over Katarina's ankles, ensuring she wasn't going anywhere.
"Now why would you go and do that? We were having ssso much fun."
"Not again, not again!" Katarina shrieked deliriously, splashing about and scrabbling desperately for something, anything she could use as a weapon. Parting the reeds just a couple feet ahead, she saw a glimpse of something, a large stick, a log planted in the riverbank, she wasn't sure. But it looked just heavy enough...
She coughed and sputtered as a large weight fell upon her suddenly, pushing her down under the water's surface. All she could feel were scales surrounding her on all sides, and she had to forget about finding a tool to defend herself and just focus on breaking for air. More and more, she felt the snake's coils wrapping around her, her wet scaly underbelly brushing against her back, her stomach, all sides. The scales ground against her bare skin, and slowly she felt them twisting her body, turning her onto her back. Sunlight beamed down from above, casting everything into shadow as the water obscured her vision. Something large and sturdy looking loomed over top of her, and she saw it as her one chance. Throwing her arms out, she wrapped it around the shadow hovering over the water and pulled, lifting her head just high enough to cough and gasp for air.
She felt something smooth beneath her fingertips, squishy, like skin. Oh no... Blinking a few times to try and clear her eyes, her vision returned slowly, bleary at first, but it was clear enough to see that she had thrown her arms around Cassie in what any passerby could easily have mistaken for a loving embrace.
Cassiopeia smiled lovingly at her sister, but Kat knew better than to assume anything but the worst. The naga's claws wasted no time slipping in between their bodies, grabbing handfuls of Katarina's titflesh with a lusty growl. She had her bound so thoroughly in her long, powerful tail that she hardly needed her paws to hold her still, freeing the naga to savour the feel of her sister's bigger chest pillows. Katarina had blown her chance to play nice though, and now Cassie wasn't being nearly so gentle, her claws leaving deep, red scratches across her chest. The naga wouldn't be satisfied with foreplay though. Her scales were pressing against Kat's thighs, gliding across her lower belly. The running water was getting choppier as the naga shifted constantly, lining her body up just perfectly...
Pressing their bellies together, both women gasped at once. At last, the naga's twin spears had found their mark. The smooth shafts slid back and forth, the underside of one rubbing against Kat's netherlips, while the other one jabbed uncomfortably at her thigh. She tried to line them up again, but Kat wouldn't quit squirming, screwing it up each time, until finally the naga lost it. With a furious hiss, her tail arched briefly before slamming forward, burying one of her slickened cocks into her sister's tight little twat.
Katarina screamed as she felt the smooth, fleshy tool barrel its way inside of her. It didn't hurt like Shyvana's had. The smooth surface made penetration easier, and the smaller size let it fill her without stretching to the point of tearing. But the knowledge that she was being raped by her own sister in her moment of weakness was so much worse than being ravaged by a monster who'd been too strong for her.
Cassiopeia was in heaven. It was rare enough that she got to toy around with anybody since the change, reduced to self-exploration. But this was just so much better than that. Before she'd been cursed, she was used to being filled, but this was the first time she'd ever gotten to see how the other side lived. No wonder men were such pigs. Her sister's snatch was heavenly. Katarina's sex fit her cock like a glove, her pussy clamping around her maleness in a vain attempt to keep it out, but it was so slick that her cunt muscles couldn't find purchase, couldn't grip it tightly enough to stop it from pistoning in and out of her relentlessly. Her tail continued to arch and curl, pulling her 'hips' back to slam them forward again, churning the water as she pounded her sister relentlessly. At last, release. Real release, with another person! It was a shame her big sis wasn't more willing, but at this point Cassiopeia just didn't care.
Katarina was right about one thing though. Between her long withheld desires, the unfinished blowjob, and now her sister's snug love canal, there was no way Cassie would last long. Her other cock was leaking precum into the water, flopping against Kat's belly and rubbing against her neatly trimmed landing strip, the hairs tickling her sensitive length. The one buried inside her tunnel kept drilling deeper, thrusting in as far as it would go. The pointed tip of it was pressing right up against the girl's cervix with every thrust.
Katarina had no idea how potent her sister's seed would be. Unnatural as it was, she could've been sterile for all she knew, but she was already taking her chances with all the many, many loads the half-dragon had dumped in her. If she was lucky they wouldn't be compatible, but she couldn't afford to risk it. Hands balling into fists, she started pounding away at the naga's shoulders. Her legs wanted to kick too, but she could barely move them an inch.
“Cassie! Cassie, stop!” She wailed, lifting her head and trying to catch her sister's gaze. The naga's eyes were glazed over, and she seemed like she was staring straight through her sister, lost in her own little world. “You have to... Nnngh! For the love of God, Cassie, pull out! Aaahn!” Katarina was struggling to even think straight, the serpent's shaft fit inside of her so perfectly, pressing against her inner walls on all sides. “Fuck, if you get me pregnant- Ooooohh Gooood...” Gritting her teeth, Kat grabbed either side of Cassie's face and forced her to look down at her, panting and heaving as she was. “You'll destroy our family name you stupid, horny bitch!”
Cassiopeia just gave her a quizzical look. Giggling to herself, she arched her back and kept kneading Kat's bouncy breasts together. “Silly Kat, girls can't get each other pregnant!” Shaking her head free, she shut her eyes and curled her fingers, loving the doughy feel of her sister's bosom.
Katarina was left staring in awe. Was her sister playing dumb, or was her mind rattled that much by her restrained lust? She was hardly a 'girl' anymore. The dawning realization that she couldn't stop the naga from filling her with her essence nearly broke her will. What was the point? If she was screwed either way, she might as well enjoy it. Kat shook her head. She couldn't give in to thoughts like that. If she took the easy way out now, what would stop it from happening again and again? What would stop her from growing to crave it? She was better than some cheap gutter whore!
Eyes opening wider, Katarina pounded at her sister with enough force to leave some bruises. Damnit, why couldn't she deter her? It was like the pain didn't even bother her. Such a dainty figure, it's not like she could just endure it like the half-dragon could. With an agonized cry, Kat felt Cassie's cock swell in anticipation. Knowing just what kinky things the serpent had experienced, for all she knew the naga might've even gotten off on pain.
Water sloshed back and forth, the naga rutting her sibling, unconcerned by the mental struggle she was going through. Playing with her soft bosom, Cassie nuzzled her face into Kat's cleavage. What she wouldn't give to be as well endowed. She could feel her emminent release building pressure inside of her. Her shaft was swelling wider in preparation for the oncoming flood. Warm precum was mingling with the icy water flooding Kat's nethers with each thrust. It was time, finally! Squinting and curving her spine, Cassiopeia let out a drawn out hiss as she felt the cum rocketing through her sheathed prick.
Between all the pre-seed which already slicked her prick, plus the fact that she was half submerged in the river, Katarina barely felt the potent spurts of cum filling her, but she could feel the way the naga's pole pulsated and throbbed, the smooth rod undulating as thick wads of cum pushed through it to paint her insides and fill her womb. Fresh tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
With a satisfied sigh, Cassie pulled her softening dick from her sister's soaked sex. A torrent of milky semen followed, turning the water a hazy, off-white colour around them, a trail of it floating downstream. “Aaah! That wass one...”
Kat's eyes bugged out of her head. “Oh god, no...”
The snake's coils rippled, her smooth belly scales sliding across Kat's flesh as she repositioned herself quickly. Shifting her angle a few inches lower, she jabbed forward with her second cock, the polished shaft plunging inside of her easily. Human arms wrapped around Kat's shoulders, contrasting sharply with the monstrous claws dragging across her back. Cassie pulled her sister into a hug, letting their soft, pliant breasts press together. Stiff, perky nipples scraping against one another.
The water had only just began to calm when Cassie started to thrust again. Their loins mashing together rapidly turned the surface choppy, small little waves briefly submerging Kat further beneath the surface. With the amorous serpent pressing even more of her weight down against her, Katarina threw her arms around her neck, holding on for dear life just to keep her head afloat. Their gaze meeting, she could see the childish glee in Cassiopeia's glowing orbs. She just hoped the naga could see the vile hatred in her own.
Slamming forward particularly hard, Cassiopeia laughed as her sister's mouth made a perfect O, forcing her to moan as her spent length rubbed against her clit each time she thrust forward. "Mmnnn, are you finally letting yourself go Kat? Think of how much more fun we could have together if you did!" The naga's throat rumbled, her first cock stimulating itself as it rubbed against her sister's thighs and her lower belly, sliding across her skin underwater. At this rate, it'd be hard again just in time to take over once her second emptied its load. "Jusst think, oncse thisss battle is over, we can ssspend all the time in the world together in the privacsy of our own home."
Katarina's face went pale. Without even thinking about it, she struck her sister across the face, slapping her with enough force to leave a red mark across her cheek. Her thrusts slowed to a stop, and without her stiff rod jabbing her in the crotch, she was finally able to speak without interruption. "Cassie! What the hell is wrong with you!? You'll be lucky if I don't kill you for this."
For a moment, it seemed like she might have finally gotten through to her sister. Kat could feel the naga's length retreating, and there was a stunned, remorseful look on her face. When just the tip was left to be removed, she lunged forward again, the girl screaming as it thrust so deep that the narrow, slender tip forced its way straight into her womb.
"What's wrong with me?! What's wrong with you?! I've done everything to get you to enjoy thiss, and sstill you keep fighting me!" Cassiopeia bellowed, her eyes once again taking on that terrifying, deranged light. "Don't try and pretend you're not enjoying thisss. The high and mighty Katarina iss a ssslut, just like her sssissster."
"You're acting like an animal!" Katarina tried to strike her again, but Cassie was ready for it this time, catching her wrist and nearly crushing it in her gripl.
"Well, if you and everyone elssse are gonna treat me like one, then that'sss how I'll behave." The naga began rocking her hips again, her length sliding smoothly through her sibling's tunnel.
Katarina grimaced, trying to fight back the little sounds of bliss her body was trying to make. "What would father say if he saw you doing this?"
It was Cassiopeia who slapped her this time, hissing so furiously that her tongue was flicking spittle into Kat's face. "Don't talk about him!" She hesitated, looking almost solemn. "...You alwayss were hiss favourite..."
The naga's length softened a bit, and Katarina almost laughed. Even in the middle of an incestuous act, there seemed no easier way to turn off a child then to talk about their parents. "Don't talk like that. You know he had Noxus's best minds working to cure your... Condition. At least until he..."
"Dissssappeared?" Cassiopeia finished, growing angry again. "And who will keep thosse ssselfish fuckss focussed on my plight now? You? Katarina, the high commander, alwayss too bussy off playing gamess in the League of Legends to show concsern for her poor, curssed sssissster." As the naga's rage simmered, her shaft swelled with blood again, growing harder inside of Katarina's snug sex.
"Cassie, wait! It's not like that!" Katarina was in a panic. She was so close to getting through to her, and now she worried she may have made things worse than ever.
"Afterall, why would ssweet, innocent Katarina care about me? She getss to keep her beauty afterall. Daddy'ss ssspecial little girl who'd never debasse hersself with thingss that are beneath her, like casual ssex." Cassiopeia began thrusting her hips again, harshly jabbing her throbbing length as deep as she could. "She'd never shame her family by fucking ssome barbaric half-breed, esspecially not one from Demacsia."
"Cassie! Stop... Stop, you're hurting me!" The naga's hold on her wrist was getting tighter, her sharp claws drawing a small bit of blood. Her coils tightened, pulling Katarina's legs uncomfortably far apart. The assassin felt like she was a wishbone about to snap.
The naga just continued her insane rant, not hearing anything but her own rapid breathing as she ravaged her sister's cunt. "And she'd csertainly never enjoy ssomething as vile as incsesst, sssucking off her curssed sssisster's dick with a sssmile on her facse! You're sssuch a lying whore!"
Rearing back, Cassiopeia opened her maw wide, revealing the massive, sharp fangs that her canines had become. Katarina shrieked at the sight of the dripping, inch long needle-like teeth, right before her sister snapped her head forward, sinking them into her sibling's left breast. Kat screamed herself hoarse, her chest feeling like it was on fire, the serpent's fangs hooked in her flesh. She tried to hit her sister with her free hand, only for the snake to catch it with hers, pinning both arms under the water.
Cassiopeia's cock pulsated with need. A ripple traveled down the length of her bloated prick, a large glob of precum shooting into her sister's pussy once it reached the tip, with several more following right behind. The fangs in Kat's flesh held her still, threatening to tear through her skin if she tried to struggle.
Vasginal muscles clenched, trying to slow the naga's rapid thrusts, but her thick organ couldn't be denied. The slimy, oozing prick kept pressing deeper without any resistance at all. Cassiopeia barely even had to move her body, her cock was just prehensile enough to thrust and pound Katarina's slit on its own, quickly reaching the point of no return. Cassie pulled her teeth from her sister's soft titflesh, throwing her head back in jubilation. Both girls screamed simultaneously as the naga climaxed again, flooding Kat's snatch with a second load of bitter cum, filling her until it overflowed, further tainting the river with her spunk. Her second shaft spent, Cassie pulled out slowly, lifting her torso up high on her tail to watch all of her excess cum flow downstream with a look of satisfaction.
Katarina was panting heavily. Her brow felt damp, though she couldn't tell if it was sweat or just water. She felt hot all of a sudden. Even fully submerged in the chilly water, her chest was practically on fire. Sweat was gathering on her forehead and around her neck, and she could feel something oozing from the bite mark on her chest. The naga releasing her hands, she reached to wipe the quickly bruising area clean. Kat squinted, eyeing her hands in bewilderment. Instead of the bright red blood she was expecting, her fingers were coated in some dark, violet fluid. Her mind began racing, quickly putting two and two together. That bitch had poisoned her!
"What's wrong Kat? You're looking a bit under the weather." Cassiopeia smiled that coy, seductive grin of hers, leaning forward to scoop her sister up into her arms.
"You... Bitch!" Katarina winced as she was lifted into the air, the naga's arms wrapped around her waist and cupping her ass cheeks. The fire in her chest was slowly dying, being replaced with an uncomfortable numbness and a strange, sudden heaviness.
"Tsk tsk, such vulgar language." The naga clucked her tongue. She gave the puncture wounds she'd left a gentle lick, lapping up the trail of venom trickling down her breast.
Katarina was unprepared for the jolt that went coursing through her spine. Her muscles felt numb, but her nerves tingled with every touch, feeling more sensitive than ever. Her arms hung at her sides, going limp as the venom circulated through her system. If she put all her effort into it, she could move them a little, but she almost fell out of her sister's arms just by lifting an arm. Her sense of balance was completely off. It was like the left side of her body weighed more than the right.
As Cassiopeia's roaming tongue found it's way to her perky nipple, Kat groaned loudly. The serpent's slipped her sister's stiff nub into the split in her tongue, vibrating it the same way she had against her clit earlier, to much the same effect. Katarina arched her back, and cried out in surprise. Her breast felt like it was nothing but a bundle of tightly wound nerves. Pressing her lips to her sister's bright, pink areola, Cassiopeia slathered her sensitive teat in her drool, soaking it until it glistened and suckling from it gently. She delighted in her soft little moans. Every sound Kat made only encouraged her more.
Once again Katarina found she was at war with herself, her body wanting her to just give in to the intense sensations, while her mind fought to remind herself she was being raped. Averting her eyes, she tried not to watch the naga lather attention onto her soft melon, but after a few moments, she found she couldn't take her eyes away. Something was off. It almost looked like her left breast was... Bigger somehow. No, it definitely was. It had to have swollen nearly a full cup size larger. Her mouth gaped as she realized how lop-sided her chest had become. No wonder her equilibrium felt off. She tried to focus, but increased sensitivity and the naga slurping on her tit was making it a chore. Her breast was definitely still growing though, her skin stretching as her mammary expanded before her very eyes.
Cassiopeia could see the way her eyes were practically popping 0ut of their sockets. "I see you've noticed my little 'gift." She sucked on her udder, pulling it out and stretching it, until it slipped free of her mouth with a wet little pop. "Just a small side-effect of my poisson." The snake laughed maniacally as she moved to Kat's other breast. The contrast was sharp as the pleasant tingle there was nothing compared to the bottled lightning in her left. "I was always so envious of your chesst, but I figured , why not let bygones be bygones? I think I'm suddenly okay with you having a bigger bust than me." Opening wide, violet venom dripped from the tips of her fangs, saliva making them glisten. Katarina screamed, the naga sinking her teeth into her soft, plitant skin, breaking it so cleanly that nary a drop of blood spilled out.
"God, Cassie, no! Th-this is going too far! Way too far!" Katarina protested. The numbing effect of the poison seemed short-lived. She was already getting the feeling back in her extremities when the second dose simply renewed it. She lifted her shaky arms to try striking her sister back, only for them to fall away limply once more.
Again, there was that same burning sensation in her chest, the suddenly incredible sensitivity, and then her breast began to expand. It was easier to notice now, and she groaned as her body fell forward from the new weight gathering in her bosom. Cassiopeia didn't seem to mind having Kat's pillows mashed into her face though. Kneading her sister's wet ass cheeks, Cassie licked and nibbled all along the insides of her swelling mammaries, teasing her newly sensitive skin as her tits grew large enough for the naga to hide her face between them.
Katarina threw her head back and forth in a blind panic. What had the naga done to her? Her left side was nearing the size of her head with no signs of stopping, and it was only a matter of time before the right caught up. All it took was two bites, and her figure had been destroyed. Years spent training herself and honing her form, perfecting her balance so that she could fight in spite of her uncomfortably large bust size weighing her down. Now she'd be lucky if she could support her own weight without breaking her back. Even that trashy slut Miss Fortune didn't have to put up with knockers this big!
Cassiopeia tried to say something, but it just became muffled within Kat's cleavage. The girl's tanned skin was stretching so thin to accomodate her enormous bust that the veins were showing through her skin, blue-violet from the poison still coursing through them. With so much weight added to her chest, her breasts couldn't maintain their perky shape, gravity tugging them down and making them sag a bit, though not nearly as much as they should have, all things considered.
Pulling her head back to breathe, Cassiopeia nearly suffocated herself in between her sister's massive pillows. "There, now your appearance matches how big of a slut you really are."
Katarina snarled like an animal, gnashing her teeth and willing to bite the snake right back if she could reach. Her expanding bust was actually pushing the two of them further away though. "I'm not a slut! You did this to me! You and that blasted dragon!"
Twisting her sister in her grip, the naga wobbled as she rotated the girl in her arms. Her tail swayed unevenly, trying to maintain her own balance as she turned Kat so that Cassie's own breasts were mashing against her back. "Don't make me laugh. Deny it all you want, but you know you've been loving this." Cassie bent her tail, pushing the scaly limb between Kat's legs, almost like a seat for the naga to rest the girl's weight on. However, she was merely freeing her hands to play with her sister's new chest. Even with her long fingers splayed and stretched out though, Cassieopeia could hardly hold her heavy chest up. The girl's flesh spilled out of her hands like bags of fat. The way they jiggled and shook as she bounced them in her palms and smacked them together entertained the serpent to no end, even as it made Katarina throw her head back and forth and writhe like mad.
Sharp teeth nibbled at Kat's collarbone, interchanged with Cassie's slender tongue trying to tickle her. Katarina lips were curled into a grimace. She threw her head back swiftly, trying to crack their skulls together, but Cassieopeia was swift enough to pull back at the same time.
"Doesn't this feel gooood Kat? You can't hide it from me." Cassie's fingers deftly captured her sibling's nipples between her fingers. Rolling them back and forth, she twisted them gently, showing remarkable skill as she avoided piercing them with her claws.
No matter how hard she grit her teeth, how much she shook and squirmed, Katarina couldn't hide how much pleasure she was getting from this. Her own juices gushed from her excited cunny as she ground her hips against Cassie's scales, mixing with the naga's cum. Her breasts seemed to finally stop their steady expansion, having ballooned outwards larger than her skull, like a pair of bowling balls hanging off her chest. The naga was mashing them together hard, til flesh bulged between her claws like rubber. And, as much as she wanted to protest, to fight it, the poison made each touch feel a thousand times greater, and each scratch was that much more painful.
"Jussst sssurrender Kat..." Cassiopeia nibbled on her sister's ear, whispering into it while her tongue tickled her earlobe. "Agree to keep me company so I'm not so lonely anymore, and I can keep you feeling like thisss all the time." The snake's tail started to saw back and forth, dragging itself between Katarina's thighs, her fluids smearing a trail across her scales. "Is your dignity really worth giving up the pleasure I can bring you?" A squishy, fleshy bump slid past the girl's slit, followed by a second, then sliding back to do it again. The serpent was letting her twin shifts grind against her flower petals, both hard and aching for another go. "Together we'd make the most gorgeous couple, don't you agree? Don't you find me... Beautiful?"
Katarina hissed, squeezing her thighs together to try and keep Cassie's dicks at bay. "You're as hideous now as you've ever been Cassie," she snapped. "You were ugly even before you were cursed."
That was not the answer the naga wanted to hear. She seethed with fury and pulled hard on her sibling's chest, raking her skin with her claws. "Bitch! Who ssayss I need your consssent anywayss?" Her cocks throbbed, rising to attention. A swift buck of her serpentine tail launched Kat a foot into the air. Her scaled limb rippled and flex, thrusting up to catch her sister in the air and impale her on her upright staffs.
Katarina yelped, her boobs clapping together and bouncing wildly from even the slightest movement. Then suddenly she was impaled, one of her sister's thick staffs plunging back into her sex, while the other one slipped between her ass cheeks. Still coated with cum and that natural layer of slimy pre, as well as Kat's own slick juices, it slid into her rear end with surprisingly little resistance. The thin, pointy tip aimed perfectly to pierce her tight little rosebud and drill through her innards.
Catching her sister's immense weight, Cassie's torso swayed to and fro to maintain her equilibrium. Lowering the heavy-chested woman back into the seating position she had her in before, she wasted no time stuffing her holes. The snake's dual pricks thrusting of their own volition. They'd retreat back into her vent a couple inches only to spear Kat's pussy again, the one in her ass twisting into a mild corkscrew as it wormed its way through her colon.
"Aaaaahhh! Stop! It's- it's too much! Cassie, stoooop!" Katarina's pleas fell upon deaf ears. Where once she might have at least been gentle, now the naga just wanted to see her sister squirm. Claws manhandled her bosom roughly, bouncing them in her palms, while Cassie ground her chest into her sister's back.
Precum spilled from Katarina's sex, accompanied by lewd, sloppy squishing sounds. It gushed down across the snake's belly, occasionally spraying into the water. More of it trickled down the crack of her ass each time Cassie slammed into it with a messy schlorp. She couldn't believe how tight her sister's backdoor was, or how perfectly she could fill both at once. It made her regret not doing this from the start. Her asshole wasn't as slick or wet, but it was tighter, so much so that her anal muscles could actually squeeze hard enough to make thrusting a chore. Which just made it feel all the more satisfying when she worked up enough speed to properly fuck her tight anal ring, spitting enough pre into it to turn it into a frothing sticky mess of white goo. Best of all, she could feel her own shafts stimulating one another at the same time as they were being massaged by Katarina's spasming muscles. The twins were pressed together by the tight confines of Kat's body, separated only by her sister's thin vaginal walls.
The matching set of cocks were uneven in their thrusts, the one going into Kat's ass having to go a bit slower. They began double-teaming the red-head at the same time, but before long they were taking her in alternating strokes. Occasionally they would sync up again, slamming both shafts in at once and breaking Katarina's attempts at silence, tearing the passionate moans from her hoarse throat.
"Sssay it..." Cassiopeia hissed, squishing her sister's breasts together like water balloons. "Beg me to usse you for a cocksleeve."
"Never!" Katarina gasped. She tried to move her hips away, to make it harder for the naga to keep plowing her, but the serpent's tail undulated and slithered back and forth, keeping parallel with her hips at all times.
"You might as well, I already am anyways." Cassie let one of her fangs graze the outer edge of her sibling's ear. Her sizeable shafts jackhammering her next of kin, she let out a husky moan.
Katarina hated to admit it, but her slippery sister was right. Her cunt muscles spasmed and gripped tighter, some of her juices squirting outwards around the thick pole stuffing her slit. The longer this went on, the more desperate she was becoming. The assassin had that one, brief, amazing orgasm when they'd first began, and Cassiopeia had been keeping her on edge ever since. Expertly bringing her to the brink of ecstasy then slowing down just enough to keep her from Kat from her peak. And now she was closer than ever. She knew the naga was just waiting on her to submit. She just wanted to prove herself superior...
Maybe she had been going about this wrong all along, Katarina smirked. "What'd be the point in begging for your dick? Nngh! You've got two of them but you hardly know how to use either one!" Katarina winced as her sister slammed into her especially hard. "You're lousy at this..."
"What?!" The naga hissed, some of her spittle catching the side of Kat's face. "I've made Men and women alike quiver from jusst a touch! You feel only as much pleassure as I want you to."
"Sure they weren't just trembling from how hideous you were? I mean, was it really any wonder they wanted to dress you up like me?" Katarina was breathing deeply, doing her best to keep her voice steady, even as Cassie's grew more laboured from the constant fucking.
"Hah... I wass the pretty one! Aah, hah... Not you!" Cassiopeia was bucking her hips, her tail bobbing up and down and bouncing Kat on top of it. The barbs were getting to her. She tweaked her sister's nipples as she bounced in her 'lap'.
Katarina choked back a moan. The numbness in her extremities was fading again. Her fingers wiggled experimentally, testing how much feeling had returned. The snake had been screwing with her head and her body since she'd woken up. It was no wonder she couldn't think straight, all the touching and teasing was keeping a fog of lust hovering over her mind. But now she at least had a way to maintain some modicum of self-respect. She could turn the naga's teasing back on her, make her feel inadequate if she could resist cumming for her...
A sharp thrust quickly put an end to any thoughts of outlasting the snake. Cassiopeia forced both lengths into her body at once, and Katarina nearly lost it, arching her back and biting her lip to stay quiet. Still, if she could goad the naga into making her cum without having to beg, she'd preserve at least some of her dignity.
“Ungh... So, how many partners do you figure faked it so you wouldn't feel bad?” Katarina leaned forward, her heavy chest weighing her down as the naga loosened her hold on her bustline, moving to grip her thighs instead. Her bronzed skin shimmered with sweat, the serpent hoisted her sibling up and dropping her back down on top of her needy members, stabbing deep into her core. “Five? Ten?”
“Hah, I ussed to bed that many a week. If that few were all I ever dissssappointed, I'd sssay that wass a pretty good record.” Cassiopeia grinned from ear to ear, her warm breath tickling the back of her sister's neck as she moved to kiss and nibble on her earlobe.
“Really?” The human wheezed, in between bouts of mocking laughter, trying not to focus on the way Cassie knew just the right spots to tease with her lips. “And you're really trying to pretend that I'm the slutty one?” Pressing her newly mobile hands to the underside of her hefty bosom, Kat wrapped her arms underneath them to support the immense burden. Clenching her muscles, she ground her hips back and forth, riding Cassie as best she could, her breasts jiggling non-stop from every movement.
“Shut up! Jussst... Ohhhhhh!” Cassie screwed her eyes shut, her sister's tight ass squeezing her cock harder than she could've imagined. Globs of precum were working their way up her shaft, firing into her sibling's holes in quick spurts. She was about to cum again, and again. Her twin lengths pulsating at once, throbbing with the need to spill their seed. If Kat thought the naga couldn't make her cum, she was dead wrong. She'd show her, no one could resist Cassiopeia. The end of her tail snaked its way up one of Katarina's dangling legs, spiralling up the length of it, til the very tip was hovering just an inch away from her sister's sensitive little clit. Rattling and shaking it back and forth, she pressed it to the red-head's delicate button.
Throwing her head back and yowling like a wild animal, Cassie's twin shafts suddenly convulsed. Sheathing both at the same time, they swelled and thickened out as a third and fourth load of cum erupted from the tips. Overwhelmed by two simultaneous orgasms, a shudder ran through the entire length of the serpent's body. When it reached the tip of her tail, it sent it vibrating against Katarina's clit, buzzing against it so fast that it pushed the two of them over the edge together. The incestuous pair screamed and moaned in unison, girlcum spraying out around Cassie's rigid staff, while warm ropes of semen spurted from the tips of both. Her spunk didn't burn like Shyvana's had. Instead it was more of a pleasant, tingling warmth. Only the knowledge of who it belonged to made Katarina sick to her stomach.
The two women basked in the throes of orgasm. Cassie's paws slid to her sister's hips, holding her flush against her vent, savouring the warmth of her fleshy tunnel and backdoor, both of them oozing a trickle of her jism. Both swollen shafts slowly went limp, each spurting one last small wad of cum. Sliding from Katarina's pussy with a vile schluurp, the first flopped forward limply against the snake's belly, making a wet slap as it smacked against her scales. Hefting her sister into the air, the naga watched and giggled as the one in her ass followed suit, dropping her used up cum rag back into the water unceremoniously.
The semen-dribbling assassin sputtered and flailed in the water, her newfound mass making her sink like a rock. Her bust was so huge now though that she could keep her head above water, albeit uncomfortably, just by laying atop her chest. Her breasts sunk into the mud and she tried to lift herself off of them on quaking arms, but just didn't have the strength.
Grabbing a handful of her kin's red hair, Cassie used it for a rag to wipe some of the cum from her scales and clean off her spent cocks. The feel of those silky locks rubbing against the sensitive shafts quickly made them stir back to life though, fresh dollops of pre oozing outwards. "Oopsies, looks like you'll have to get yourself all cleaned up again sis," Cassiopeia snickered. Bending over, she rested her hands against her sister's shoulders, lightly caressing her supple skin. "But don't worry, I'm still willing to lend you a hand, and myself as well..."
Oh God, it was happening again. Grinding her teeth in frustration, Katarina refused to go through another marathon rape session. She was exhausted, both physically and mentally, her breathing strained. Shutting her eyes, she moaned softly, making the naga giggle and tease her.
"Oh? Ready for round three? Gonna play nice now Katarina?"
Kat nodded her head, lifting her ass up into the air enticingly. Just as she predicted, the naga zoomed in on her cushy behind, her hands eager to give it a squeeze. She didn't notice Katarina's hands reaching into the brush, her fingers curling around the thick piece of wood she'd spotted earlier. To Kat's surprise, instead of the rough textured bark of a fallen tree branch she was expecting, it felt smooth, polished. And dense.
The naga slithered forward, rubbing her belly against her sister's behind, one of her lengths sliding between her cheeks. Leaning overtop of her older sibling, Cassie lowered herself to tease her ears again, and that was when the assassin struck. Venting her rage at being so powerless, Katarina roared furiously, twisting her body and swinging at the serpent with the hunk of wood. Throwing all her weight into the blow, it collided with Cassiopeia's skull with a satisfying crack. Stunned, the serpent fell aside, going facefirst into the water.
Breathing deeply, Katarina pushed herself to her knees, resting her hefty chest on one arm to support it, the blunt weapon she'd found still clasped tightly in the other. The naga's body was still, laying lifelessly in the water. Watching it intently, she looked for any sign of movement. Reaching out with the wooden stick, she moved to poke her sister with the wide, coned tip. Hesitantly reaching out, the tip was just an inch away when Cassiopeia threw her head out of the water with a large splash, startling her. The end of her tail quickly came up from behind the human, wrapping around her neck and strangling her.
"You bitch! I'm going to kill you! I'll tear you to ribbonsss!" Lashing out with her claws, Cassie slammed her palm into Kat's chest, shoving her back into the water, her other hand motioning to grab the weapon from her hands... And it was only then that either one of them truly realized what Kat had found.
A small, smoothly carved wooden handle with a wide, stubby cone on one end, fastened from some sort of green gemstone, flanked on both sides by a pair of ornate wings. The insides of the gem were a swirling, misty green haze, like some mystical fog had been sealed within. A sight ward. A magical item of relatively simple construction, frequently used in Summoner's Rift as a means of spying, watching for ambushes or enemies hiding in the bushes. One need only plant the handle into the ground, and they and their allies alike would be granted sight of the surrounding area until such time as the ward ran out of power.
"Kat... Isss thisss yoursss?" Cassiopeia's tongue flicked out, sensing the air nervously, her bright eyes darting back and forth.
"Nnnno." Katarina was just as hesitant. Both women gave one another a quick glance, their hands gripping the handle together. Without a second thought, both of them acted in unison, smashing the ward against a rock and shattering the gemstone top.
But that wouldn't change the fact that both of them were exposed. Their enemies knew exactly where they were.
"How long hass that been there!?" The naga screamed and panicked. She twisted and turned, expecting an ambush any second.
"Oh God, how much did they see?!" Katarina climbed to her feet. She barely managed to get standing before stumbling forward and falling back into the water. Fuck, her breasts! Her equilibrium was completely destroyed. She couldn't carry these behemoths around!
"We need to get out of here!" Her arousal faded fast as even the naga and her one-track mind knew what danger they were in. Her dripping shafts going limp in the blink of an eye, slowly retracting back into her vent like a pair of worms.
"Cassie!" Kat scooped her bosom up into her arms, looking to her sister with pleading eyes. "I can't travel like this! You-you have some kind of anti-venom or something... Don't you?"
Looking down at her sibling with disdain, kneeling there, her once perfectly sized chest swollen to comical proportions and oozing cum from both holes, the naga sneered. "You know, suddenly, I'm not so jealouss of you anymore."
"Cassie?"
"Ssorry Kat. But look on the bright sside, your sacrifice will allow me to escape." Turning her back on her family, the naga slithered off, leaving her sibling behind as a distraction.
Or at least, that was her intent.
The sound of gunfire nearby grabbed both women's attention, a loud bang followed by the whistling of the wind as something sailed through the sky towards them.
"Geronimoooo!"
Cassiopeia was startled, backing up and narrowly avoiding getting clobbered as a yordle, of all things, fell from the sky, landing just ahead of her. The naga barely had time to blink, catching only a flurry of white hair and blue skin as the pint-sized humanoid whirled on her, a massive, wide-barrelled cannon clutched between her stubby arms. The weapon had to be half again the size of the small creature, who barely stood as high as her waist when she kept her belly low to the ground.
"What the-"
"Ka-boom!" Squealing in an excited, childish voice, the yordle fired her weapon. There was a loud boom and the yordle was knocked off her feet by the recoil as a massive cannonball blasted Cassiopeia's abdomen at point-blank range.
"-fffffffuuuuuck?!" The cannonball struck with such force that the naga was launched into the air, shooting into the sky like a firework. At the peak of it's journey, the explosive sphere blew up in a sparkling display of fire and shrapnel, launching the serpent even further, until she was just a dot on the horizon, falling back into the treeline miles away.
The yordle held a hand to her brow, blocking the sunlight from her eyes and watching the snake vanish into the distance. "Whoops, maybe a bit too much gunpowder that time."
The whole thing happened so fast, Katarina could hardly even register it. Still kneeling and clutching her chest, she took a second to examine her 'rescuer'. She couldn't have been more than three feet tall at best. Her bare, baby blue skin and humanish face, were unusual for a yordle, as was the short mop of white hair. Their race were usually almost rodent like in apperance, with thick coats of fur and short animal-looking snouts. If it wasn't for her skin colour and her pointy, elvish ears, she might have been mistaken for a human child. How someone that small was able to carry such a big gun, not to mention a large pack of cannonballs slung over her shoulder, was a mystery.
Most disconcerting though was the outfit she was wearing. She was dressed in military garb, but not just any regular soldier's outfit. The yordle was wearing the signature brown fatigues of the Megling Commandos, the fiercest fighting force in yordle history. And there was only one member of that elite group that had ever become a champion of the League of Legends.
Tristana eyed the, red-headed girl in return, drinking in the sight of her nude, wet form and the gargantuan mammaries that were nearly as big as the yordle herself. A lascivious grin crossed her face, her hands stroking the barrel of her cannon suggestively.
This was going to be fun. |
f487ce3960189b78918da7991c10aa74a9fc8922046c0ebdb978772c61734bbb | 8,137 | 19 | Chapter 19 - Geno-type pt. 19 |
Tyler groaned as he groggily opened his eyes. He had been awoken by a prickling sensation in his leg. His leg had fallen asleep on him. Kind of ironic that he should be woken up by his body falling asleep. Tyler tried to make sense of what was going on around him. He really needed to stop passing out during sex. It was beginning to become a habit.
Tyler tried to move his leg, but there appeared to be something on top of it. Tyler looked down to see what it was. He probably should have been alarmed by what he saw, but instead he just laughed. There was a massive testicle pinning his leg to the floor. Tyler’s own nut had gotten so big that it could envelope his entire leg. Tyler managed to pull himself into a sitting position, and he tried to lift his massive nut up enough to slide his leg out. After some shoving and pulling he had managed to pry his leg loose. His leg was red and sweaty from having been pinned under his sack for so long.
He spent the next few minutes massaging his leg as he flexed his foot; trying to get some feeling back into it. After he finally managed to get that prickling sensation in his leg to fade, he figured he had better check out the damage. Tyler got to his feet, and started laughing again. He wasn’t even sure if he was laughing at how ludicrous the situation was, or because he on some level realized how badly he had messed up.
Tyler was standing before a cock and balls that completely dwarfed his body. Each nut came up to about his shoulder, and was roughly as wide as it was tall. Tyler was actually glad he had such a saggy ballsack, because his monstrous dick was resting flat on the ground between the two nuts. Tyler kind of thought it reminded him of Frogger or maybe a cartoon horse who had to carry too much, and so its legs were splayed out beside it.
Tyler’s cock wasn’t quite as big around as his balls, but it was definitely longer. His cock reached only up to about chest level, but it stretched out for several feet in front of him. He couldn’t even imagine how big it must be; his dick extended out before him and actually managed to hit the wall on the far side of the room. This was not a small room, either. This one room was effectively an apartment to itself.
Tyler was in awe of his own equipment. He put his hands on his cock just to be sure it was actually his. He could feel his hands pushing against the sensitive flesh of his dick, but his hands felt so small, like as if he had two spiders running along his shaft. He had never felt so small in his life. Sure, he was in some ways the biggest man on the planet, but he was staring down a dick that could probably crush him to death.
Actually, scratch that. He wasn’t even the biggest man on the planet as far as penis size goes, either. Now that Tyler got a better feel for his surroundings, he could see an even larger cock nearby. The diameter of Jake’s cock was now more than Tyler’s height. There was no way Tyler could see over it to check out the rest of the room from his current position so he crawled up onto his own dick to get a better look.
There was no way Tyler could stand up once he was up there; due to being literally joined at the crotch with his new perch. Instead he had to push up off of his own gargantuan cock just to look around. He felt kind of like Ariel climbing onto the rock during her musical number; The Little Sperm-Aid? Somehow he didn’t see that going over too well with the Disney execs.
Tyler looked around to survey the damage they had done to Sam’s place. The walls were splattered with cum, as were the clothes that Sam had set out to show off. On the far side of the room he could see Jake. Or rather he could see where Jake should theoretically be.
Jake’s balls had always filled out their pouch nicely; a fact that Tyler was a little jealous of. At their new monolithic size, Jake’s nuts were even more impressive than ever. Unfortunately, Jake’s cock could not slide between his two nuts like Tyler’s had. Instead, Jake’s cock draped over his massive balls; the top of Jake’s cock almost scraping the roof at its apex. Tyler had to assume that somewhere behind the mound of balls and cockflesh was his best friend.
Tyler could also see Sam passed out on the floor; the tattered wreckage of his custom fit briefs still clinging to his waist. Sam’s huge cock was now almost as long as his legs, but when compared to Tyler’s or Jake’s dicks, Sam’s looked absolutely tiny. Poor Sam, Tyler thought to himself, maybe someday you can be one of the big kids.
Tyler hopped back off of his dickperch and tried to walk around a bit. He was surprised to find that he was still somewhat mobile. His balls were heavy, but if he walked backwards he could drag them along. Tyler walked over to the head of is dick. It had not moved an inch while he walked over to it; Tyler had not run out of slack on his massive hose. His situation reminded him a lot of that snake game he used to play on his shitty old flip phone he had back in third grade.
Tyler stared down his own massive cock head. The whole scene was so surreal. His slit was now almost half as tall as he was. Tyler’s curiosity was just too much for him. He had to get closer and check it out. Tyler backed up until he bumped into his own dick. The tip of his own cock was now firmly pressed against his own ass. Now if Tyler’s dad ever asked him “Does your dick touch your asshole?” He could safely answer “Yes!” Although, the follow up response “Then you can go fuck yourself” was more impossible than ever. There is no way in hell Tyler could get this beast inside of him. It was thicker around than he was.
Oh, but can you imagine if it were possible? Tyler’s mind began to drift as he thought about how great it would feel to be filled so completely. Tyler could feel a trickle of pre start even though he wasn’t even close to hard yet. He reached back and pulled his cheek apart as he rubbed his hole up and down across his dribbling slit. He could feel the warm pre smear across his puckered hole. Tyler could feel his dick twitch; well at it’s now monstrous size, it was more like convulse.
Tyler’s cock inflated a bit; it still wasn’t hard, but he was well on his way to a monumental semi. Tyler didn’t want to get hard just yet, though. He begrudgingly broke apart the bizarre sloppy lovins his ass and cock were engaged in and spun himself around as best he could; turning around was easier said than done since he was still tethered to his gigantic balls. Tyler managed to turn his body about half way and then spin the rest of the way from the waist up. He managed to sit down, but he could only bring one leg close to him, the other one was hung up on his nuts. He just had to leave it outstretched. For the first time in years, Tyler wished he had stuck with his martial arts classes from all those years ago; he really would have liked to still be limber enough to comfortably be able to do splits.
Tyler was now eye to eye with his own enormous slit; his face now just inches away from it. The scent of his own pre was overpowering. The small dribbles coming from his cock were still gigantic by normal standards; each tiny bead was close to the size of his head. Tyler leaned in closer and brought his mouth to the flow and took a long sip. It was much more watery than cum, but it still had that salty tang to it.
After leaned back from the stream, still in awe of the sheer size of his own slit. He could easily fit his whole head in there. Again, his curiosity got the better of him. Tyler held his hand up to the slit and pushed in. There was plenty of room and his hand slid in with no effort at all. Tyler pushed in deeper and deeper until he had his entire arm dug in up to the shoulder; the side of his face was pressed into the passage.
Tyler could feel the warm stream wash over him and taste it as some of it splashed into his mouth. His dick was almost so large that he could crawl into his own slit. As he tried to wrap his mind around this thought, a familiar warmth pulsed through him. Tyler could feel the passage become looser and more inviting. He didn’t really want to make himself large enough that he could crawl in, did he? He felt another pulse; the passage widened again.
Tyler imagined what it would look like if he managed to crawl in. Obviously his balls wouldn’t be able to fit in, but everything else might. With his whole body inside, the tip of his dick would press up against the back of his balls forming some kind of massive ouroborus cock. He felt the warm pulse again; Tyler’s subconscious was a lot kinkier than he gave it credit for.
It seemed big enough for him now. Tyler pulled his arm and spun back around so his back was against his cock head. He very carefully managed to push his elbows into the slit and use them to pry it open so the rest of him could start sliding in. Once he got the passage open enough, he leaned his head back and began pushing himself in with his elbows as he laid back inside his own cock. Once he was flat on his back he managed to writhe and wiggle himself deeper inch by inch until finally he was in up to his knees. He wished he could get in deeper, but his balls made it impossible.
The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was like he was experiencing it two separate times simultaneously. He could feel his cock wrap around his body, as he squeezed deep inside his own narrow corridor, but he could also feel the pleasurable pressure of having his own body buried deep within his cock.
It was so warm and humid in there. It was like being in a sauna while bathing under a waterfall of warm, sticky, salty pre. He was able to breathe fairly easily as long has he kept a hand blocking the flow of liquids into his mouth. Tyler was so warm and comfortable he just wanted to lay there for a while longer, but his own squirming was working against him. He was making himself hard by being so deep inside his cock, and as his cock got harder, the passage got tighter. This just made it all the more pleasurable for him on both ends, which in turn led to him getting even harder and hornier.
Tyler’s dick began to inflate rapidly, and as it hardened it began to pull itself back into its standard long, straight shape. Tyler could feel the tug on his groin as his engorging cock was pulling him out, and yet the inner walls of his dick were inflating and hardening as well, holding him in place tighter and tighter. The pleasure was greater than Tyler could have imagined; he started pressing against the sides of the walls with his arms to both increase the sensation and make it harder to pull himself out.
Finally his raging hardon won out against himself. Tyler’s dick pulled him out with a loud, sloppy, slurping, sucking pop. Once he was free, his dick quickly sprung into its rigid, shaft shape; Tyler was once again riding the top of his cock like a cartoon mermaid on a rock. This time, however, Tyler was ready to get off his rocks in a whole ‘nother fashion.
Thanks to his recent growth spurt as well as the standard growth and swelling that accompanies an erection, Tyler was now able to place his feet against the wall as he was riding his cock. Tyler quickly used this to his advantage as he braced himself against the wall and leapt off with all his might. He managed to clear the crest of his dick and slide across the shaft for a few inches. The momentum caused his dick to grind forward into the carpet. Tyler then pushed back with his hands to send his body backwards back off to where he came from. Again, the momentum caused his cock to grind against the carpet the other direction.
Tyler managed to get a decent rhythm going as he hopped and shoved in time with his hips thrusting. He was grinding his dick against the floor bringing him steadily closer to the edge. His muscles quickly began to scream in agony. These were like the squats of doom mixed with the hand stands of torment, but Tyler was too horny; he needed release more than anything. He was not about to let anything as frivolous as severe muscle pain get in his way.
Finally Tyler could feel it coming and leapt off the wall one last time. He pulled himself up on his arms; his hair now thoroughly soaked with sweat and pre, sent watery droplets cascading through the air as he reared his head back. He looked ready to belt out “part of your woooorld” but only actually managed an “Oh GOOOUUUGGGHHHHDDDDD!!!” as he pumped gallons of hot, creamy, jizz into Sam’s apartment.
Tyler’s mind was foggy with the afterglow as he continued to pump spooge into Sam’s room. He lay there, draped across his own cock for minutes with a goofy grin plastered on his face. All he could feel was the pleasure of his near infinite amount of pent up cum surged out of his balls only to floor. The flow eventually slowed to a stop, but not before completely flooding the room. There were a few inches of standing spooge filling the room; it slowly spilled out through some of the lower air vents, and the small crack under the door.
When Tyler regained his senses enough to worry about others, he managed to slide over to the side of his cock enough to peek out at the others in the room. Fortunately Sam had passed out on his back, and so he hadn’t drowned under the deluge. Tyler was thankful for this, although he really wouldn’t have minded going down there and doing a little CPR on the sleeping boy. Tyler had never actually heard of anyone receiving the snowball of life before, and he kind of wanted to climb down there and do it anyway just to say he had.
As Tyler watched as he realized another teensy minor detail he may have forgotten to take into consideration in the throes of his lust. Sam’s dick had added at least another foot already and appeared to still be expanding. Jake’s cock was getting bigger too, but since it had to curve around the room as it was, it was hard to really get a feel for just how much it was growing.
Oh well. They’ll probably thank him for it later. Who wants to be normal anyway? How boring. Tyler could tell from the groaning and the way his massive dick was twitching that Jake was awake and seemingly very pleased by the wading pool of cum that had been prepared for him during his nap. Tyler also judged from the way that he could see Jake’s hands rubbing the tops of his nuts that Jake was also extra pleased with his now supermassive endowment.
Sam was still passed out like a rock. Tyler figured this was not too surprising, since he had had at least three rounds of mind blowing sex in less than four hours. He was probably long since surpassed the limits of his stamina.
A devious grin crept onto Tyler’s lips as an idea popped into his head. He knew what he wanted to do next, but he was going to need Jake’s help to pull it off.
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First up, there's a poll attached to this chapter! Please go vote in it after reading the chapter first. Second, I understand one of the tags for this chapter isn't going to be everybody's cup of tea, and while I would love if everyone read it anyways, I can't seriously expect for people to read something they don't wanna. That said, even if you don't read the chapter, it would be super awesome if you still went and voted in the poll I set up (POLL CLOSED). What could it be for? It's a myyysteeeryyyyy! But it's probably pretty easy to figure out, and will be downright obvious by the chapter's end.
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Tags: [Futa/F] [Rape] [Reluctant] [Pain] [Rough] [Mind Control] [Corruption] [Exhibitionism] [Bondage] [Watersports]
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"Damn... Damn them..." LeBlanc heaved. She'd ran as far and as fast as she could, but at last her legs failed her. She fell to her knees and slumped forward, bracing herself against the ground with her fists. Arms and legs both trembled from exhaustion, and sweat was beading down her face, dripping from her brow and her nose.
Standing next to her, her clone turned and leaned its back to a tree, basking in the shade. Shutting her eyes, she was breathing just as hard. "Do... Do you think... We lost them?"
LeBlanc looked at her mirror image, a ragged look on her face. To maintain her illusions, the chains that bound Katarina, the enchanted phalluses that had since faded away, even to maintain her copy for so long... It had completely drained her mana reserves. She had nothing left. Running away had taken the last of her strength, bringing her to the brink of collapse. She never imagined anyone would have come looking for them. Hell, without her or Katarina around, she figured their opposition would just take the opportunity to push forward, to assault their base and take it easily through overwhelming force.
Clearly, her enemies were just as worthless as her allies.
Without even the energy to lift her head or glance backwards, LeBlanc stayed quiet a moment, catching her breath. "Yeah... Yeah, I think... They probably slowed down to deal with Katarina." She responded at last. If they really were still chasing them, then there was no way the mage would be able to outrun them. Not exhausted as she was. Not with the speed one of them could move. That angelic knight in the golden armour... If she was still pursuing her even now, LeBlanc had no hope of escape. Not as drained as she was.
"Good..." Her double responded, gasping between words. "Just... Stay here a bit... And rest..."
Almost as soon as she finished speaking, there was a loud thump from somewhere nearby. LeBlanc and her double both froze and looked at one another. Their eyes met, both exchanging a terrified glance. The ground rumbled. The very earth beneath them shook. A split second to react.
Summoning the very last of her mana supplies to distort reality one more time, LeBlanc vanished in a blur. Her clone was not so lucky.
Sharp, jagged spikes erupted from the ground. Great stalagmites that lanced upwards to become a sea of spears. They impaled the illusory LeBlanc a half dozen ways, striking with so much force that she was launched into the air. Fractures spread throughout her body, spreading outwards from wherever she was stabbed, like cracks spider-webbing through glass. In the air, she looked to all the world like a fragile doll, falling limply back down to earth. Her porcelain skin shattered on impact, her body vanishing in an explosion of magic. What fragments remained soon vanished into the ether.
Kneeling just beyond the circle of earthen spears, the real LeBlanc watched in horror, as if gazing into a mirror that reflected her own demise.
She didn't have long to watch before the threat became all too real for her as well. Massive talons suddenly closed around her from behind, squeezing tightly around her body. Effortlessly lifting her into the air, she felt like a small toy in the hands of a child. Her mystery assailant soon brought her up to greet her, face to face.
"Ah, funny isn't it, how your best friend can just blow up like that?" Cho'Gath's horrifying visage was the sight that greeted her.
Clutched in his powerful grip, the weakened mage struggled, kicking her legs fruitlessly. "Ch-Cho'Gath! Ah, wh-where have you been?" LeBlanc stammered, a nervous smile spreading across her face. "I do hope those wolves didn't cause you too much trouble."
The beast let out a hearty laugh, his foul breath washing over LeBlanc. She cringed and wrinkled her nose disdainfully, nearly suffocating on the foul stench of gore that wafted from his maw. "No no, no trouble at all! I dare say they made for quite a delightful meal. In fact, I've partaken in quite a few delicious feasts recently. I'm afraid I may need to find a new petticoat soon." Indeed, the insectoid fiend's gorging was showing itself. Since last she saw him, the creature had grown massively in size, and he had already been quite large to begin with. His clothing, already tearing at the seams, was now shredded all over, looking more like rags than the fancy tuxedo it had once resembled. His sleeves were just hanging off of his arms, while the leggings were torn off entirely below the knees. He was now so big that... Well, he could hold her betwixt his fingers like a doll. "I must say though, abandoning me to fend for myself like that was quite rude. Quite rude indeed. Very unbecoming of a lady like yourself, LeBlanc."
The mage did her best to mask her fear, but could not hide the terror in her eyes as she gazed at those massive jaws. The enormous fangs that lined them were each almost as big as she was, and she could spot all manner of remains stuck between them like bits of food. Patches of blood-stained fur, chunks of flesh and bone, and what looked like... Pieces of scrap metal?
"Cho'Gath, I can explain. See this was all just a misunderstanding and-"
"No need, no need, my dear. I understand. We all have our ulterior motives afterall." Cho'Gath let out another bellowing laugh. "Some of us are here for glory, some of us are here to scheme... Why, some are even here to abuse and take advantage of defenseless women! Why, can you just imagine the nerve? Such uncouth fiends..."
"Y-yes, very... Very heinous acts." LeBlanc seemed to stumble over her words, still trying to feign a grin.
"Myself? Well, I'm just on the hunt for a good meal. You'd be amazed how tasty some of our foes can be." Cho'Gath said, picking a piece of steel out from between his teeth with a pinky talon. "Some of them are quite powerful however. The cheeky devils, they've been off gathering gold and acquiring some rather dangerous equipment. I'm afraid I may not be able to devour them in my current state."
LeBlanc's smirk became more sincere, sensing an opportunity. "Yes... Yes! Not as you are, but... Together, we'd be able to take them."
Cho'Gath looked pensive for a moment, his hold on LeBlanc's midsection staying strong. "Hmm, perhaps you're right my dear. With your strength added to my own, why I'm certain I'd be strong enough to take on anyone." The monster gazed at the mage, a hungry look in his eyes that she wasn't quite happy with. Instead of putting her down, he just lifted her up higher, letting her feet dangle above his powerful jaws.
"Ch-Cho'Gath, wh-what're you doing?" She stammered, kicking harder. Her hands grasped at his talons, trying to pry them off.
"Why, just what you suggested my dear. I need to eat to gain strength you know." The fiend snapped his jaws, his teeth dangerously close to LeBlanc's feet. "And my, you are quite the scrumptious looking morsel."
Frantically, LeBlanc shook her head and flailed. "Th-this isn't what I meant! P-put me down Cho! Put me down!"
"Come now LeBlanc, stop your blubbering. Silence yourself, before you bring our enemies upon us." Cho'Gath scowled, his features twisting to become even more heinous. "This is how we're going to win this little competition... And you do want to win, don't you LeBlanc?" His voice, once so jovial, had become distinctly darker in tone, almost accusatory.
Tears were streaming down LeBlanc's face, no longer able to mask the sheer terror she felt, staring into that gaping maw, the razor sharp teeth, that hideous, undulating tongue... "No, no no no, I don't want to win! I want to live! Put me down!" She shrieked, her pupils shrinking even as her eyes widened.
Cho'Gath let out a great, bellowing laugh, holding his side with his free claw. "Haha! A marvelous jest! You really are quite the cad, my dear. But, I really must ask now that you BE QUIET!"
The sudden, mighty roar that the creature loosed was so powerful that the wind from it blew the sorceress's hair back. The noise was so deafening that she was forced to clutch at her ringing ears. She tried to shriek in pain and horror, only to find that the roar drowned out any sound that she made. No, it didn't drown it out, not quite... She tried to speak, to cry, to scream, but there was no sound at all. It was as if Cho'Gath had ripped the very air from her lungs.
"There now, much better, wouldn't you agree?" He asked, flashing her a grin, a toothy, terrifying smirk that emphasized his giant fangs. "Bon appetit, my dear."
LeBlanc could only stare, jaw agape in horror, silently screaming in impotent rage. He held her aloft, dangling her over his open maw. His grip loosened as he tilted his head back and she fell, flailing all the way towards those gnashing, monstrous teeth.
A splash of blood. A spatter of gore. And that was it. In the blink of an eye, the mage was gone. No disappearing magic trick this time, simply the ravenous hunger of a beast.
Cho'Gath's body rippled, his exposed musculature bulging as his mass expanded. The sound of fabric tearing signalled the end of his gentleman's attire, his pants and coat both exploding off of him, bursting at the seams. He wiped his chin with the back of one tattered sleeve, smearing blood and drool across it, before casting the shredded remains away. All that remained was his top hat and monocle, both so tiny in comparison to his grotesque head that they looked positively comical.
Patting his fed tummy, the void terror felt it rumble anew. Like a fire that ever burned inside him, it hungered for more. An insatiable, all consuming need to devour, to feast upon all he beheld.
There was something more that stoked his ravenous appetite however. Something faint he had tasted upon his newest meal. Like a delicious seasoning LeBlanc had acquired from something... Or someone. He had to know what it was, to find more of that appetizing creature... And feast upon it as well.
Cho'Gath adjusted his hat upon his crown, stretching the scythe-like appendages on his back. Turning in the direction LeBlanc had come from, he marched on.
The next course awaited him.
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"Well, this is a surprise. It would seem someone has left us a present." The figure speaking bent over to take a closer look at the bound, hapless girl.
It took Katarina's eyes a moment to adjust to the shifting light, the sun feeling momentarily brighter after the darkness that had engulfed her moments ago. Her 'rescuer's' face soon came into view, and the assassin despaired at the sight.
The first, most noticeable thing were her eyes. A blank and featureless white, devoid of pupils, they were unnerving to behold, as they seemed to stare at her without truly seeing. Her face was sharp and angular, with unnaturally long and pointed ears. Skin so pale that it made LeBlanc looked colourful and vibrant in comparison gave the woman the eerie palor of death. Long, dark violet hair flowed down her back, with long bangs that obscured part of the left side of her face, while a streak of violet ran down her skin on the right side from her eye to her chin.
The woman cupped Katarina's chin in one bony, thin hand, making the girl scowl. She'd recognize that face anywhere.
Morgana, the Fallen Angel. There were few who wouldn't recognize the pallid woman. One of the longest serving champions of the League, she was well-known, and feared, throughout all of Valoran.
Not many knew the full details of where she came from. Only the highest ranking summoners seemed to know the full story. Noxian spies and infiltrators had managed to gather some of that information of behalf of High Command however. It was said that the League had summoned her from another world entirely, where angels warred with one another, though she was unlike any angel Katarina could have ever imagined. She had a penchant for cruelty, and the majestic, feathered wings her kind were known for had grown withered and rotten, the feathers black with decay. It was unlikely they were still strong enough to allow her to fly. Rumours abounded that the League had promised her the power to turn the tide of war on her world, tilting it in her favour in exchange for her services as a combatant on Summoner's Rift. If true, one had to wonder if it was the League's magic that had left her in her current shape, or if it was the result of dark bargains made with other powers. She was thin and wiry, almost emaciated... Save for her rather generous bustline. She wore little to conceal her fragile-looking frame. A simple, dark bra that barely contained her bosom, the barest hint of modesty. The remains of what once may have been a beautiful dress shrouded her legs from the waist down, though now they looked like little more than tattered, discoloured rags.
"How courteous, she's even gift-wrapped and everything." Morgana chuckled haughtily. The dark angel gave Katarina a swift kick, rolling her onto her side and planting a bare foot on top of her. The assassin cringed, catching a glance at her toes, her nails gnarled and unkempt.
Damn that LeBlanc, she cursed the mage in her head, if she hadn't left her chained and bound... A golden gleam just out of the corner of her eye caught her gaze. A jagged pair of metal blades. The same pair she'd ripped from Orianna's clockwork skirt. They were still sitting right where she'd dropped them. Oh how she'd kill to get her hands on those right now. She'd kill with them too.
As if in response to her silent plea, her bonds suddenly shimmered and faded, vanishing into thin air. Whatever magic had conjured them was gone now, and Katarina had no time to contemplate what that meant. Morgana gaped in surprise, and Katarina didn't waste a second to take advantage.
Throwing her weight to the side, she rolled out from under the angel's foot, knocking her off balance. She sprung to her feet, stumbling and falling right back over. Her damned legs were asleep from being bound so long, and her arms weren't much better. Her skin was still indented with marks from the chains. Not waiting for circulation to return, she flailed her arms forward, crawling through the dirt, fingers outstretched... If she could just grasp the hilt...
As fast as her hopes had gathered, they were dashed away, crushed beneath a heavy, golden boot. It came stomping down atop the makeshift dagger, just an inch shy of Katarina's fingertips. She stared, mouth agape, just watching the heel grinding the weapon into the dirt, until the blade snapped underfoot.
Hesitantly, Katarina turned her head up to meet the second figure.
Where Morgana seemed to conflict with the idea of how an angel should look, Kayle, otherwise known as the Judicator matched the stereotype perfectly. Standing tall and proud in shining armour, she looked every bit the divine warrior one expected of such a creature. Not a single inch of skin was visible beneath the bulky armour she wore, forged in opulent, immaculate gold and decorated with a brilliant red trim. Unknown symbols the same crimson hue were etched into her shoulders. Even the angel's face was completely masked beneath a golden helm, her slender, T-shaped visor too narrow and dark to give any hint of her expression within. A ruby inlaid into the forehead and tufts of fiery hair sprouting from the crown, not quite as vibrant as Katarina's own, furthered the red and gold colour scheme. Only her wings went uncovered, revealing her divine heritage with snow-white feathers that were ruffled by the breeze. A scarlet sash flowed down her loins, the decorative fabric flapping lightly in the wind, with more still wrapped around her thighs and upper arms.
She was a powerful, intimidating figure. Completely hidden within the armour as she was, it wasn't unusual for her to be at first mistaken for a man. Those that made that mistake were fast corrected however, often at the tip of her sword. With both hands she grasped it, a mighty broadswoard, etched with magical runes of an alien nature. Just like her armour, the pommel was lined with gold and ruby, but the weapon's most unusual feature was the tip. Where normally one would expect a blade to narrow towards the end, hers grew wider instead, adding extra weight at the end that allowed her to bring the weapon down with more crushing force. One final, massive crimson gem was inset into the center of the widened, rhombus shaped end of the sword, gleaming just a little bit brighter than the rest.
Now that very same sword was poised above Katarina's head, threatening to come down and end her life.
"Kayle, wait!"
The armoured angel paused her strike, turning her attention towards the dark one shuffling towards them.
"There's no need to be so hasty. Look at her, unarmed and helpless... We could have some fun with this." Katarina did not like the way Morgana was smirking at her one bit.
Kayle turned her gaze upon Kat again, making the assassin wish so dearly she could glimpse her face, to get an idea what thoughts were going through her mind. Was she as terrible as the rest?
When Kayle spoke, her voice was deep and strong, as befitted an angel of her stature. "You would risk letting her escape? I will not allow our victory to be jeopardized so!" She hefted her sword up again, and for a brief moment, Katarina didn't know whether to be terrified, or relieved. She had already experienced so much worse than death today.
"Damnit sister, put that away!" Morgana hissed, stepping forward to interrupt her. "Just look at her! Somehow, I don't think she's going to be much of a threat."
Again Kayle paused, this time levelling her sword at Morgana with a fiery glare Kat could sense even without seeing her face. "Do not dare call me that! You surrendered that right long ago."
The two of them stood silently, staring each other down, and for a moment, Katarina wondered if they might start fighting each other. Though they were of the same world, of the same blood even, the two angels were not of the same side. Not in the war that engulfed their home. At least, not if her informants were to be believed. In fact, where Morgana had indentured herself for the power to turn the tide in her favour, Kayle had bargained her service to have some of that power stripped away. A millennium of service to have the League cease interference in her world, returning the conflict to a stalemate.
Two beings who hated one another with such intensity they'd willingly enslave themselves just for an edge over the other. Sibling rivalry at its finest.
What a farce it was, while the League reaped the benefits of their combined strength added to its roster. And once they joined the League of Legends as champions, they had no say in how they were selected to fulfill their duties. The irony was, despite their well-known enmity, the two could, and clearly did, end up forced to fight alongside one another. The fury the both of them had for each other was only stoked higher in such circumstances. No doubt it created such a delightful drama for the masses who relied upon the League for their entertainment, fuelling its growth.
Katarina couldn't help but to admire the organization's self-interested scheming at times.
"Oh, how foolish of me to have forgotten!" Morgana held a hand to her brow and another to her heart, as though Kayle had just wounded her. "How quickly the agents of 'justice' will turn against their own, casting out those who dare to have a differing thought." The fallen angel practically spat when speaking the word 'justice'.
Morgana curled her knuckles, baring her sharp nails, and Katarina's hopes rose. If they fought, it would be so easy to escape...
"Will you raise arms against me here too? Turn on your own ally? I wonder how the League will take your defiance of their wishes. Perhaps they will see you as the tyrant I always have, and renounce your arrangement..." Morgana grinned wickedly.
Kayle's resolve faltered, just slightly. Her sword arm shook, the weapon lowering...
Katarina took the opportunity the moment it was presented. Her circulation restored while the two sisters argued her fate, she leapt to her feet and ran. As fast as her legs would carry her, she fled, hoping the element of surprise would see her escape.
"Stay where you are!" Both angels shouted in unison. Without hesitation, they moved as one. Kayle swung her blade in a wide arc, a crimson orb of energy lancing out from the large ruby at the tip. At the same time, Morgana threw out her hand, loosing a matching ball of dark violet from her palm.
The scarlet sphere struck first, and instantly it felt as though Katarina's bloodflow had been cut off again. She staggered forward, her legs feeling weakened and numb, the magic coursing through her and slowing her down. Slowed as she was, the dark energy easily struck her as well, engulfing her once more in a black prison.
"No! No!" She screamed, slamming her shoulder into the barrier of black light, trying to break through, but the binding magic held strong. It refused to yield, holding her in place and preventing even another step.
Morgana chuckled darkly, slowly making her way to their captive. "Besides, she's clearly not going anywhere."
Standing at the edge of the barrier, she effortlessly reached her hand straight through the black curtain, grabbing hold of Katarina's scarlet tresses . No longer needed, the fallen angel allowed her dark binding to dissipate, freeing the captive girl to be drug by her hair and tossed to the ground.
The other angel watched, but did not intervene. Her sword still at the ready, she stared in silence as her sister roughly manhandled their opponent.
"Ha, look at these!" Crouching down, Morgana reached around Katarina's back to grab at her breasts. Lifting her upper body, she aimed the nude woman's chest at her sibling, openly fondling her bosom in front of her. "Amazing, isn't it, how big these humans can grow them? How do they do it? Do you think they're compensating for how short-lived they are?"
Kayle remained silent, refusing to be baited by her sister's attempt to provoke a reaction. Turning her head, she refused to even dignify her sibling a glance, choosing to instead stare off into the distance.
Narrowing her eyes, Morgana curled her lip in a sneer. She would not be ignored. Pinching Katarina's nipples between long nails, she pulled back on her chest, forcing the girl to arch her back. She listened to her captive's cries, squeezing her breasts as tightly as possible, to feel the pillowy mounds squishing between her fingers, the bountiful mammaries easily spilling out beyond her palms. "Come on sister, take a peek. Listen to her scream. Isn't it delightful? You really should come over here and feel them for yourself. They're so soooooft..." Morgana bit her bottom lip, chewing it lightly while fondling Katarina's chest.
A golden gauntlet clenched tightly into a fist, trembling with mounting rage. "I... I will not raise my sword to you. Not so long as the League deems us allies. But..." Kayle gave her sister one more cursory glance, snorting in derision. "I will not assist you in the torment of another! Not even the wicked deserve to suffer so..." Her piece said, she turned away. Her wings fluttered softly, scattering a few stray feathers.
Morgana glowered, digging her nails more sharply into Katarina's flesh. "Funny, you've never had any qualms with MY suffering."
Planting her sword in the dirt, Kayle stood perfectly motionless, staring in the opposite direction. She refused to play her sister's games. "I will stand watch for any who would come to save her, and nothing more." The angel said quietly, then fell silent.
Morgana remained crouched, staring at her sibling's back for a long time. The world around her was quiet, as dead silent as the golden warrior before her. All except for this one shrill irritation. A high-pitched whining sound that was getting louder, and louder, until it was boring through her ear drums.
"Oh!" She turned her attention downwards, where she was crushing Kat's heavy chestpillows in her grasp. Of course, the girl was screaming at her to stop. Durr.
Morgana released the soft mounds of flesh, leaving Katarina to gasp in relief. Long red marks were left along the sides of her breasts from her nails. The assassin fell forward, rubbing her bosom softly and moaning in pain.
"Well, it seems my sister-" Morgana emphasized that word, making sure to speak it loud enough that Kayle would hear. "-does not wish to partake. But that's alright, I'm certain we can have some fun on our own." Morgana smiled again and reached a hand down into her rags, rubbing back and forth along something underneath. "I have something to share with you, girl. I think you'll be most surprised. You see, we angels aren't like you humans, we all have-"
Katarina scowled, pushing herself up. Not the slightest bit intimidated by whatever 'surprise' Morgana had in store, she just rolled her eyes dismissively. "You all have dicks."
Morgana paused, expression turning to shock as her shredded clothing fell away. Katarina showed not an ounce of surprise or apprehension to see the fallen angel standing there, her long, flaccid cock dangling between her frail looking legs. "W-wa-wait, how did you know?!" Morgana seemed absolutely flabbergasted. She'd never revealed this trait to anyone before, yet Katarina looked as though she'd been expecting it.
"Kayle! Did you-?" She glanced at her sister, who broke her stoic posture to meet her gaze, just as surprised as Morgana was. They shared a look, then she just shrugged and turned away again.
The dark one crossed her arms over her chest. "Hmph, well, yes, we're all androgynous." The enthusiasm she'd had seconds ago evaporated, so disappointed with the reveal.
Katarina couldn't help but laugh. After everyone else she'd bumped into, she wouldn't have been surprised unless the angels weren't packing meat between their legs. Not that she was happy about being correct.
"Well, since you're such a knowledgeable young woman, I'm certain you can tell what I'm planning to do with it." Morgana sneered. Grabbing her captive's scalp, crooked fingers running through her hair, she dragged her face towards her crotch.
The overwhelming smell struck Kat in the face as she neared. Her nose wrinkled, nostrils flaring at the pungent scent of sweat and grime. By this point she was certainly no spring rose herself, but she was still taken aback by the potency of Morgana's musk. Her eyes watered a bit, staring upwards with disgust.
The fallen angel sneered and smacked her cheek with her soft dong, the spongy tip making a little thwack. "Been a long time since I've had a good slut clean my cock, so why don't you open wide and get to work?"
Katarina's eyes glared defiantly, her fingers curling and digging into her palms. "I'd sooner bite it off."
The fallen angel grinned at Katarina's reaction, almost... Happy? She stooped down, kneeling next to Kat so they were eye level with one another. Staring into those angry, rebellious eyes of hers, Morgana brushed her fingers along the woman's cheek, thumb stroking her scar. Her smile was so sincere looking it was unnerving.
Without warning, Morgana pulled hard on Katarina's hair, forcing her head back. The angel's hand drifted down from her face, caressing her throat while the girl screamed in pain, feeling the reverberations through her fingertips.
"Hmhmhmm, I have another surprise for you. Tell me if you see this one coming too." Morgana chuckled, letting her hand roam down still, fingers lightly tracing Katarina's collarbone, pulling her head back so far with the other one that she was forced to arch her spine. Her digits danced their way across her bare skin, below her breasts and hovering over her ribcage. The angel's fingertips suddenly glowed with a dark, violet light, before sinking into Katarina's flesh.
Katarina shrieked in unexpected agony. There was no blood, no visible punctures in her skin, and yet she felt the white hot burn stabbing her right in the chest. And then Morgana pulled her hand back out, and the burn was replaced with an icy chill and a strange sensation of emptiness inside. It felt as if something had been ripped out of her.
Perhaps that feeling was true. In Morgana's hand she held one end of a pinkish-purple tendril of energy, tethered to the spot where she'd pierced the girl. Kat clutched at her ribs, gasping for air and glowering fiercely. How she longed to wrap the string of magic around the angel's throat and strangle her with it...
"My, what a violent soul you have Katarina..." Morgana grinned, fondling her end of the chain. "I wouldn't recommend that line of thought."
Katarina looked puzzled, she hadn't said that aloud had she? She'd only thought it...
Morgana squeezed the energy chain, wrapping it around her hand and pulling it taut. The assassin screamed in fresh pain and lurched forward. It felt as though her very being was being squeezed, crushed, and ripped apart.
"Now, about that cock cleaning..." Morgana sneered. Sitting back, she rested atop her discarded rags, and used the tether like a leash to pull Katarina closer with one hand, patting her thigh with the other. "You should probably get to work on that."
Crawling forth on shaky hands and knees, Katarina's eyes burned with hatred. If looks could kill, she'd be committing violent murder right now. Morgana didn't even seem to be watching her though, gazing right past to her stoic sibling. Was she expecting Kayle to intervene? Kat glanced that way herself, but the other angel hadn't even budged.
Another sharp tug brought her attention back to the fore. Morgana clutched the tether tight, fingering it threateningly. Katarina knew what she was waiting for, and could guess what was in store if she didn't co-operate. Bitterly, she crawled closer, her eyes falling to the angel's limp pole. It looked human enough, though it shared Morgana's deathly paleness. The head was a tad darker, round and plum-coloured, and half-shrouded by a hood of foreskin.
Katarina wrinkled her nose distastefully. Sparing Morgana's sneering visage one last disdainful look, she lowered her head to the angel's crotch. Her fingers wrapping around the shaft, she gave it a gentle squeeze. Lightly stroking the length of it, the meaty tube pulsated against her palm, throbbing in time to the woman's black heart. Thumb gingerly rubbed the crown, teasing the sensitive tip. Pressing more firmly against the loose skin encircling it, she slowly peeled the hood back to expose the bulbous head.
Judging from the purr that rumbled in her throat, Katarina took it the angel was enjoying the gentle ministrations to her cock. Still, she soon felt a hand on the back of her head, guiding her down to greet it up close. Angry eyes rolled upwards to glimpse her tormentor's face, but again she wasn't watching. Morgana seemed singularly focused on her sister, narrow eyes staring at her back, looking for any movement.
So close to the source, the powerful musky scent was intensified. It tickled the assassin's nostrils, renewing her disgust for the creature. Slowly, her shaft swelled in her grasp, growing longer as it hardened. The foreskin began to peel back, exposing more of the crown, while the veins lining the shaft became more pronounced. Contrasting sharply with the sickly pale skin, they were solid black, the blood that flowed through them tainted the colour of tar. Still semi-soft, the extra weight and length lilted to the side when her hand reached the base, jerking the angel off. Another tug on the leash made it clear she was looking for more than just a handjob though.
Katarina gave her lips a lick to moisten them. Guiding the crown to them, she gave it a small kiss, dampening the glans. Her fingers traced lower down the pole, circling the base, a small bush of unkempt violet hairs having formed around it. She always pictured an angel as being a clean, hygienic creature, but Morgana seemed insistent on breaking every stereotype.
"Does it look like I have nothing better to do than make myself presentable to you?"
Katarina was jolted alert, finding herself suddenly the rapt focus target of Morgana's attention.
"I have higher priorities than managing my upkeep to the prissy standards of a worthless whore like yourself." The fallen angel talked down to her, and for a moment Katarina didn't know what she was talking about. Unless she was responding to...
Was she reading her thoughts?
"Hmph, oh yes, I can read your mind," Morgana smiled evilly. "Your desires, your hopes, your dreams, your fears..." She stroked the energy chain between your fingers. Giving it another squeeze, Katarina cried out in pain once again. "I can read your very soul! And so much more." She gestured downwards, where her cock stood semi-erect, waiting for her to continue. "So don't think you can hide what you are from me."
"And just what am I?" Katarina rasped, her jaw clenched.
Morgana sneered and pushed down on her head. Her blunt cocktip pressed against her lips, and to Katarina's surprise, she found them willingly parting to take it into her mouth. The spongy glans came to rest on her tongue, giving her a good taste, marinated in sweat and old dry cum. It throbbed against the slimy appendage, swelling in her maw. She could feel the blood pumping through it, the semi-flaccid length fattening in the warmth and dampness of her mouth, getting harder, thicker. The taste made her want to retch, and yet she didn't recoil from it. She slipped her tongue under the hood of loose, floppy skin, teasing the sensitive, bundled nerves hidden just underneath. Peeling it back with just her tongue, she found where the musky flavour was at its most potent, soaking it with her spit.
Pressure on the back of her head forced her down further, taking more of the fallen angel's shaft down her gullet. Like Morgana herself, her pole was thin, at least compared to the ones she'd already endured, but it was long. She felt it prodding the back of her throat in no time, and yet it seemed like she was only halfway there. Her staff having grown quite rigid, jutting straight up from between her thighs, erect and eager. Two stray rivers of spit were cascading down the length of it, Katarina's mouth watering.
She felt disgusted with herself, caving in to yet another rapist, and yet she couldn't seem to stop herself. Even though she tried, her head continued to bob with only the lightest guidance from Morgana. Her tongue swirled and slathered the tip with spit, tilting her head so it pressed against her inner cheek, pushing it out.
"You? You're just a filthy gutterwhore. A cockgargling sluuut!" Her dark assailant moaned, pushing her length further down Katarina's throat, delighting in the slick, wet tunnel.
The girl wanted to protest, and instead she swallowed her cock deeper. She took it with ease, barely even gagging at all thanks to all the practice she'd had earlier. Her tongue lashed against the underside, slapping it wetly. Morgana didn't even need to put any pressure on her skull, simply stroking her hair and maintaining just enough of a hold not to let her stop. Beyond that she allowed Katarina to go at her own pace.
'Why? Why am I doing this?' Katarina thought to herself. She slurped a bit of stray drool, sucking in air tainted with Morgana's fragrance. Surely she'd had enough fill of cocks to last herself a lifetime by now. At least with everyone prior, she could say she was being forced against her will. What was her excuse now? Certainly she wasn't exactly free at the moment, but her own enthusiasm for the task at hand terrified her.
Katarina cupped Morgana's plump testicles in her palm, giving them a tender squeeze. She could feel the weight of them in her grasp, hanging low and swollen with seed. Her other hand held tight around the base of her shaft, forming a ring with her fingers and pumping up and down, masturbating whatever she couldn't stuff down her throat. The enthusiasm with which she slurped and suckled from the fallen angel's rod only compounded her revolted, self-loathing thoughts.
She wasn't really... Enjoying this? Was she? This heady scent of musk, the salty tang of dick sweat, she told herself that she was hating every second of this. Why couldn't she stop?
"Mnnn, see now? This is your true nature." Morgana practically purred with pleasure. Occasionally rolling her hips, she was otherwise content to let Katarina swallow her staff on her own. Idly stroking that strange string of dark energy, she turned her gaze once again upon her sibling.
Still standing off by herself, so aloof and rigidly determined to ignore the scene playing out behind her... Kayle infuriated her fallen sister. Morgana wanted her to watch, to see her utterly defile this woman, to witness the blissful looks on both their faces as her corrupting influence took hold. Kayle was so stubbornly rigid in her beliefs, so uncompromising... Breaking Katarina was trivially easy, it was her sister Morgana longed to corrupt. To tempt her with desires of the flesh, taint her with doubts, and reveal to her all the joys of the life she rejected without consideration.
It infuriated Morgana that she could disregard the obscene display so easily, that she wouldn't even watch! Still... Even if she couldn't be coaxed into a bit of voyeurism, there was no way she could ignore the audio.
Morgana smiled that wicked grin again, caressing the rope of energy. Katarina grew louder in response and slipped the cock from her mouth. She smacked her lips against the side of it, slurping up her own rivulets of drool and flicking her tongue along the underside of the crown. Gasps and moans escaped her, yet she couldn't seem to find her voice. The assassin wanted to curse Morgana out, to protest, to do anything to rebel, but her tongue just stumbled over itself, mumbling a few garbled syllables between noisy laps at Morgana's pole.
Her hand slid higher up that pallid rod, schlicking loudly thanks to all the spit lubricating it. Without any prompting from Morgana, Katarina dipped her head lower, planting her moist lips against one of her large balls. She kissed each one, spreading her saliva around them, her tongue peeking out to get a taste of the salty spheres. Pursing her lips, Kat even went so far as to suck the nutsweat from the coarse hairs that carpeted them.
This was so wrong... This wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to grab the angel by the balls and crush them in her grip, not worship them! And every gasp, every moan, every lewd, wet slurp, everything seemed so loud as though she was deliberately being as noisy as possible. But she wasn't! She was trying to be quiet! She would never want to advertise this shameful behaviour.
Morgana lifted the slutty woman's head, wasting no time in impaling her throat back down on her dick. Katarina's sputtering gags were added to the lewd cacophony, having little time to adjust to her face being stuffed again. Still, she didn't seem to mind, moaning around it, her tongue vibrating against the side.
The fallen angel was panting, her wings fluttering excitedly. This girl certainly had some dick sucking experience. She was putting on quite the show, devoting lavish attention to Morgana's sack and bathing her pole til it shone with spit. Still, it was Kayle who held Morgana's rapt attention, and who would give her none of it.
Morgana squeezed the magical tether again, clinging tightly to the enchanted shackles. As if on cue, Katarina threw her head back and gasped for air, shouting out exactly what the angel wanted to hear.
"Fuck me! Please! Shove this cock inside me and ravage my slutty pussy!" Katarina's words shocked herself. To have fallen so low, unable to even control her lusts anymore, begging for the dick of her enemy. She made herself sick...
There was a flicker of motion, the slightest twitch of Kayle's wings. For a brief moment, Morgana hoped she might have finally gotten a reaction...
The golden angel stretched out her majestic, feathery wings, flapping them twice. Then she simply folded them over her back, and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Just keeping her muscles from falling asleep. No other movement. No sound. No turning to decry Morgana's actions, and certainly no move to join in.
Morgana screamed in frustration, throwing both hands behind her head and tearing at her hair. Damn her! Damn her stoicism and damn her shitty sense of 'morals'. She glanced down at the woman who was so eager for her cock and it took all of self-control not to rip the tether from her chest, to tear the soul right out of her. An idea crossed her mind before she could act upon such a lethal thought however. She would MAKE Kayle watch them, whether she chose to or not.
Ignoring Katarina's pleas for sex, Morgana turned away from her, reaching into the folds of her discarded clothing. These rags were rather spacious inside, holding all of the tools she'd brought for battle. Included in her equipment were a trio of magical artifacts no competent champion ventured onto Summoner's Rift without.
Unfolding the tattered fabric, Morgana removed a simple looking rod. Spiked on one end to better implant it into the ground, the other end was decorated with an unusually large jewel. Coloured a bright, fluorescent green, a light shimmered and swirled within. A pair of wing shaped blades jutted out to either side, though they were not meant for combat.
Katarina recognized the artifact immediately. A sight ward. The same kind that had given her little tryst with Cassiopeia away before and brought Tristana down upon them. Though Katarina was hardly hidden at the moment, and Kayle was already on the lookout... What was Morgana planning to do with it?
Unfurling her rags a bit more, the fallen angel removed a second ward, then a third. One by one, she planted them in the dirt, forming a semi-circle around her. Each one was tilted on a slight angle, so that the vision they granted was focused towards the center of the semi-circle, at Morgana herself, rather than the 360 degree view they would normally grant.
These arcane creations were attuned to the mental wavelengths of each combatant upon the Rift, though different wavelengths were designated for each faction, so that one side could not utilize the wards the other side placed. Once activated, the wing-like extensions functioned like magical antennae, broadcasting every image the gem picked up to all champions that shared the assigned wavelength, allowing them to see what the ward saw. Or, one could say, forcing them to see what it saw. For the images were sent telepathically straight into each combatant's mind, and not even shutting one's eyes could block them out.
A smug, self-satisfied grin upon her face, Morgana laid back upon her tattered, shredded clothing once more. Propping herself up on one elbow, she beckoned Katarina closer. The angel's pole stood straight into the air, an erect fleshy pillar demanding attention. "Well? You want my cock, come and get it." She tugged lightly on the soul shackles as she spoke.
This was where Katarina drew the line. She would not, would never ride this demon's filthy prick. She'd sooner die than put on a perverted show for the creature's teammates. And yet her body moved closer, acting of its own volition. Katarina tried to scream, but again her tongue refused to obey, confining her shrieks to her mind. What was going on?!
Climbing overtop the angel, Katarina straddled her thighs. One hand lightly caressed that lengthy pole, pressing it against her mons, stroking it against her bare skin. Her hips bucked, grinding the shaft against her slit, a small trickle of her juices adding to the spit coating it.
Morgana smirked at the goofy, delirious grin on Katarina's face as she rose up, aligning Morgana's length with her opening. Entirely of her own volition, of course. She was really a slut at heart, she just needed a little... encouragement. Morgana clutched that bundle of energy tightly in her palm. Certainly once she saw how willing the girl was, Kayle wouldn't be able to resist. It wasn't rape so long as she was into it, and her body was very eager... Even if her mind wasn't in agreement.
The fallen angel's crown kissed Katarina's labia, teasing her folds apart. The scarlet-haired assassin made sure to go slowly, ostensibly for her own sake, though it felt more for the purposes of putting on a show. Her thighs were spread, her hips upraised to give as good a view as possible to the sight wards. As her fingers guided the length inside of her, the shot was captured from multiple angles, the vision sent not just to Kayle, but all of the angel's allies. A comforting mental image to those who were immobilized or recovering from injury.
Her sex quivering, Katarina moaned uncontrollably. Even her muscles seemed to clench and tighten against her will, squeezing harder than she would have thought possible after being so ruined by LeBlanc. That towering meatpole slid easily inside, lubed by her spit and arousal, the tip reaching deeper into her core than those that had come before.
Morgana was taken aback at just how easily she invaded the woman's quim. Even with her soul bound, she'd figured it would have been a tighter squeeze than this. She cackled loudly. This woman really was a whore! She felt the juices coating her shaft, the lust forced upon Katarina's body mixed with some of the leftovers from her last fuck. It all added together to make the most perverted squelch, the bright green wards transmitting sound as well as they did visuals.
In the distance, Kayle continued her silent vigil, showing no hint of a reaction, save to grip her sword a little tighter.
Like a rebellious teenager crying out for attention, Kayle's refusal to act only spurred Morgana to further desperation. She cupped both of Katarina's bountiful breasts in her hands and squeezed, the large mammaries overflowing in her greedy paws. Pulling on them harshly, she forced Kat to lean forward, guiding one of her swollen nipples to the alien creature's mouth. Her dark lips sealed around the nipple, suckling sharply from her teat.
The girl cried out in bliss, dropping the rest of the way down onto her dick, stopping when it hit her cervix. It battered the entrance to her womb with still another two inches to go. Moaning softly, she placed her hands on Morgana's stomach for support and started to gyrate her hips. She ground their loins together, each motion sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. It was nice to have some level of control for a change, to set the pace and the angle to hit the spots that felt right to her... No, that wasn't right... She grit her teeth, lifting her ass and pushing it back. That wasn't what she was doing at all. The speed, the angle of her thrusts weren't for her pleasure, they were all to give the best view to those damned spying devices.
Katarina felt like she was twisting her brain into knots trying to make sense of what was going on. Was she really doing this? She couldn't even tell anymore. There was certainly some degree of pleasure she couldn't deny... The sweet ecstasy that struck her whenever she bounced atop the angel's cock, the little pleasurable tingles in her breasts when she groped them so roughly. She would never have considered debasing herself like this before today, but after everything she'd been through, could her body have grown addicted to this treatment? Did she crave it now, even as she tried to deny it? But then...
No! Even if she did want this, she was no exhibitionist. She'd never degrade herself like this for others to see. Her toned ass cheeks bounced in perfect view of the ward behind her, while another captured a close up view of her snatch being split apart and drilled, the angel thrusting her hips in time with Katarina's to bounce her a little bit higher. The third was focused on her breasts, jiggling in Morgana's grasp, a stiff nipple trapped between a thumb and forefinger.
These were not her actions, this was not by her choice. Katarina's body rejected every command she issued it. Even her voice...
"Ngh! More! More cock! Fuck me! Fill me with your cum! Aahn!"
...even her voice was betraying her! Those weren't her words, they weren't! Katarina screamed inside her mind, a prisoner in her own body. It bounced high, letting Morgana's cock slide free of her hole. Lifting her ass high, the woman's fingers reached between her legs, using two fingers to part her folds, showing off her insides to the voyeurs watching via the wards. Her ass shook and swayed to really give them a good look, before plunging back down onto Morgana's prick with a drawn-out, exaggerated moan.
The fallen angel didn't even have to do any of the work. She just sat back and watched the show herself, savouring the warmth of Katarina's moist tunnel enveloping her prick and the eagerness with which she rode it. She devoted all the attention she cared to give to the assassin's bust, enjoying how soft and pliant her heavy mounds were, tasting sweat when she slurped from one of her teats. She only ever used her left hand though, the right at all times keeping a firm hold on that strange magical tether.
Katarina's eyes were drawn to that ethereal rope, watching the way the angel squeezed and stroked it between her fingers. It was still attached to Kat's chest, disappearing into her skin just under her cleavage. What was it? As her thoughts turned to the shimmering strand of magic, Morgana seemed to grin, no doubt reading her mind. Come to think of it, it wasn't until she'd pulled that out of her that she demonstrated that ability...
Morgana pulled the string taut, and Katarina arched her back, throwing her head back and howling. Pressing both palms to the angel's stomach, the assassin's pace increased, grinding and thrusting her body atop her fleshy spire, gasping for air as beads of sweat gathered all over her.
Again, her thoughts were focused on that chain. What had Morgana said when she first grasped that thing? Something... Something about her soul?
Gasping and panting, the redhead kept riding the angel's pole, gyrating her hips and bouncing her ass for the viewers. As if to reward her, Morgana gingerly stroked the magical cord, sending pleasant tingles through every nerve in Katarina's body. The pleasurable sensation emanated from the very core of her being, rippling through her body.
Her soul! That's what the dark angel was holding! Through some dark, cursed magic, she had ripped the soul right out of her, using it to shackle her will, to control her body... That was the only explanation, it had to be. There was no way she could want this, desire it... need it...
Heedless of her thoughts, Katarina's body carried on with its forced debauchery, a slave to the dark shemale's whims. Through her soul shackles, Morgana could read the woman's mind as easily as one read the pages of a book. The way she mentally twisted herself knots trying to differentiate what actions were her own versus which ones Morgana was forcing upon her, it brought such a smug, self-satisfied grin to the angel's face. She always found her victim's were more recipient to their bondage when she mixed in just enough of their own desires with hers. The exhibition was her own guilty pleasure, of course, so she could beam these filthy images right into her sister's mind, but Katarina was not so innocent as she liked to believe.
The poor girl, she just wanted to be on top for a change. It was no wonder why. Morgana sifted through her soul, catching glimpses of all her wonderful sexual escapades throughout the day. It was such a pity she missed them all. She could just imagine how much fun could've been had if only she'd gotten to Katarina sooner.
Such a shame that even riding on top, Katarina was still just somebody's bottom bitch. Morgana laughed to herself, a loud, haughty noise. Now it seemed her puppet was finally on to her act. "Usually they catch on so much quicker. Were you just that lost in the fantasy, you whore?"
Katarina's soul burned with rage, yet her mouth couldn't give voice to it, enslaved to Morgana's whims. "Ahn! Ah! God! Yes, harder, deeper, more! Aah!" Her cries of bliss were shrill and sincere-sounding. To anyone who heard her, to everybody watching, her pleasure seemed genuine.
Morgana grinned and gasped, willing her slave to tighten and clench, feeling her walls squeeze firmly around her pole. Her slick passage schlurped and squished lewdly. At this rate, the angel wasn't going to last much longer. Gasping and moaning from the wetness and warmth enveloping her dick, Katarina's gyrations bringing her closer to the brink. Releasing the woman's pliant chest-pillow, Morgana gave the girl's ass a slap to encourage her.
Letting her head lilt to the side to peer behind her, she watched her booty jiggle... and caught a glimpse of her sister. Still silently, motionlessly taunting her with her abject refusal to acknowledge her actions. The rage that seethed and fumed inside was nearly enough to kill her erection.
Fine then, if Kayle wasn't going to react, then it was time to end this silly game. Morgana twisted her hand, wrapping the ethereal chain tighter around her wrist and pulling on it, making Katarina scream. At the same time, she started to buck her hips, thrusting upwards to meet the assassin's hips, their pelvises slamming together hard. "You want it harder, slut? You want more? Tell me what you'd give to have me fill you up?"
Unnoticed by Morgana, Kayle clenched her fist, her hand trembling. Her mind was assaulted at all times by visions from the wards, forced to watch Katarina's pussy being split open, her sister's cock driven into it again and again.
"Anything! Everything! Pound my pussy, fill me up with your cum!" Though it was Katarina's voice that responded, the dark angel was speaking to herself, as she fed the redhead every word through the magical bond. She was forced to squeal in ecstasy while tilting her head back, face contorted into an exaggerated look of bliss. Her eyes rolled up into her skull and her jaw hung open, tongue limply hanging out and drooling. All the while, the girl shrieked and protested, the sounds audible only in her own mind, trapped within her own body.
Kayle's fist began to shake more violently, and she twisted her head to the side. No matter what she did, she couldn't block the images from her head, couldn't mute the sounds of her sister's shameful acts. Oh why did she have to wear such hard, unyielding armour? It was becoming painfully tight in the crotch.
"Mnnn..." Morgana moaned, a grin spreading across her dark lips. "Then I'll take everything that you have to give, everything that you are. If you want my cum that badly, then surrender your very soul to me..." The demand was merely a formality, it wasn't as though Katarina could say no, but the fallen angel did rather enjoy the theatricality of it all. If she was gonna put on a show, might as well go all out. "I'll bet that's what you want, to be my slutty little cumdump, fucked and raped until you wither away, a decrepit, worthless, worn out whore."
Blunt cocktip battering at her womb forcefully, Katarina could feel the angel's preseminal fluid spilling out. It mixed with girlcum and gushed from her sopping wet netherlips, the sickly, corrupted goo turning the frothy mixture black. It burned her insides unnaturally, laced with the same dark magics that corroded the angel's own form. She wanted to scream for someone to help her, for rescue, but instead her treacherous voice begged for more. "Aaahn! God, yesss!" It hissed and moaned loudly, dramatically, the noise exagerating the pleasure she felt. "Fuck me fuck me fuck meee! Take my soul, use me, fuck me to death! I don't even care!"
Kayle's hands clasped tightly around the pommel of her broadsword, squeezing the grip so tightly that her knuckles turned bone white. Her armour clanked and clattered as she started to shift, but Morgana was so distracted with corrupting Kat's soul that she didn't notice her turn towards them.
"If you insist..." Morgana felt her balls tightening, her narrow prick swelling wider. Throwing her head back, she moaned deeply and slammed her lengthy cock as deep as it would go, 'til she felt the head pop right inside of Katarina's womb. At the same time, she pulled hard on her soul shackles, a bright purple light gathering around the base of it where it entered the girl's chest, her very soul being pulled loose. The fallen angel's dick throbbed and exploded, thick gouts of sickly, black cum spurting deep into the woman's womb in search of unfertilized eggs to corrupt. The darkened veins along Morgana's shaft became more pronounced, pulsating with tainted blood; her urethra swelling as thick wads of spunk rocketed through to splatter Katarina's insides. All the while, the violet light of her soul was travelling down the chain towards the fiendish creature's hand.
In the blink of an eye, Kayle beat her white wings and raced towards the two. Blessed by divine speed and grace, her movements were so swift and sudden that neither woman, lost in the throes of orgasm, had any time to react. In what felt like an instant, the golden-clad angel was hovering next to the two, massive broadsword raised high.
"That is ENOUGH!" She bellowed, righteous fury in her voice as she brought the weapon down. Enchanted with holy magic, it severed Morgana's soul shackles, cutting through them just before she could take possession of Katarina's soul. The violet light flashed and quickly vanished back into the assassin's core, freeing her from the fallen one's control.
Their coitus interrupted, both women were left panting and gasping, sweat rolling down their bare skin. Morgana's eyes were wide and terrified, staring at the heavy blade, its downswing halted less than an inch before it would have slices through her thighs. Still buried in Katarina's snatch, her shaft fired off a few final weak spurts before quickly wilting, the mood slain by the threat of that enormous weapon.
Weakened and exhausted, Katarina flailed and pushed herself back. She fell over as Morgana's disgusting pole slipped free of her quim, her black sludge following after in a sloppy, torrid mess. Chest heaving, she propped herself up on an elbow, staring eyes just as wide and startled as her rapist's.
It was Morgana who spoke first, turning angrily to her sister and shouting. "Kayle...!"
"Not another word!" Kayle quickly interrupted her. "I've abided your wanton debauchery long enough, and I will tolerate it no further! Enemy or not, I will not allow you to defile another being so!"
The two sisters spent a long moment staring one another down, Morgana glaring into the darkness of her sibling's visor. Scowling fiercely, she stood up and gathered her dishevelled garments from the ground. "Fine then! Ruin my fun, just like you always do. Cling to your virtues and die a lonely, bitter death, never having truly experienced life."
Turning away from the both of them, she adjusted the decrepit remains of her skirt, making herself as presentable as she cared to be and muttering under her breath. "Do what you will then. Kill her and get her out of our way, then come meet with me in the central road. We'll siege their Nexus and put an end to this charade." Her piece said, Morgana stormed away without sparing her sister even a cursory glance, leaving a trail of decaying, corrupted soil in her wake.
Katarina watched her rapist leave, holding a hand just below her bosom. Her fingers felt around, but couldn't find any trace of the soul shackles, no residual magic or physical marks. She was free of Morgana's control, at last. Not that it would do her much good.
The sound of shattering glass brought her attention to the other angel. The armoured warrior was weaving her way past each of Morgana's wards, shattering them one by one with a swing of her sword. Their vision granting jewels broken, the arcane constructs fell over, disabled and worthless. There would be no witnesses to what came next.
Katarina gulped and climbed to her knees, mind racing. She could take solace that no sickening voyeurs would get to see this show, none would savour her demise... But still! It couldn't end like this! After everything that had transpired, all the pain, the humiliation and degradation she had suffered, all for nought. She would die here, useless... A drag on her entire team. Worse, LeBlanc's stupid machinations might actually come to fruition...
Her hands gripped her knees, nails digging into her flesh. Behind her, she heard metal clacking. Something heavy thudding on the ground. The angel was coming closer. She could fight still! But she was disarmed, and not exactly trained in unarmed combat. She could run! No, considering how fast she'd already seen the angel move, there was no way she could outrun her.
Kayle's footsteps were surprisingly light, nearly silent, for someone who wore such bulky armour, perhaps owing to the strength of her wings. Instead, it was the heavy sound of her laboured breathing which gave away her presence. Katarina turned her head, looking up at the towering, imposing figure standing behind her.
The golden helmet had been removed, leaving Kayle's features exposed for the first time. Long blonde hair framed her angular face, a mix of strong features and femininity that gave her a somewhat androgynous appearance. Her fair skin possessed a healthy tanned complexion that contrast with the sickly palour her sister had had, and her eyes were a bright, piercing blue.
Katarina quickly noticed it was more than just her helmet that had been stripped away however. Her massive, bulky breastplate lay discarded, as did her armoured greaves and gauntlets, the angelic figure standing bare before her. Where Morgana had been thin and wiry, Kayle's amazonian figure was anything but. Her biceps and thighs were well-toned, her muscles rippling when she flexed, and her washboard abs put most men Katarina had met to shame. As would be expected of someone who wore her own weight in armour everywhere she went, she supposed. What would have been less expected, had Kat not already seen too much of it today, was the thick, meaty girlcock hanging between her thighs. Even semi-flaccid, it was clear she was nowhere near as long as her sibling, though she more than made up for it in girth, the shaft nearly as thick as Katarina's wrist and not even fully hard yet.
The Du Couteau daughter stared silently for a few long moments, listening to Kayle pant, her brilliant eyes lit up with barely constrained lust. And then Katarina laughed. Long and hard. She nearly fell over, holding her sides because it hurt so much.
"Wh-what's so funny?" Kayle twisted her head, looking around in a nervous panic.
"You! Hah! I thought- Hahahah!" Katarina had tears in her eyes, her gut cramping from laughter. "I actually thought you might be different! Ahahah!" Kayle's expression hardened, but Kat just kept up her mocking cackling. "The great and holy Kayle, castigating her sister's actions one second, and then partaking the next."
"B-be silent!" The angel barked.
Katarina sat upright, her laughter shrinking to mere snickers. "So high and mighty, or hypocritical and petty?" The assassin felt renewed boldness welling up inside. No, the angel wouldn't kill her, she had to get her rocks off first, but Katarina wasn't going to let the opportunity pass to sling barbs her way. "Can't let your sister see you're just like her."
The statuesque shemale took a step back, startled by the noxian's sudden attitude. "No, I- That's not- I'm not-" The angel's face was flushing redder and redder by the second.
"You're not what? A rapist?" Katarina sneered, the gigglefit over for now. "Look at you, you've already got your pants off and everything. Just couldn't wait for Morgana to piss off so you could come get a piece, could you?" The noxian woman cupped her breasts, pressing them together, rolling them up her chest while the angel oggled her soft mounds and practically drooled over them.
"I-I said s-silence!" Kayle stammered and took a step back, unable to take her eyes off those pillowy mammaries, so soft and pliant looking. Her cock throbbed, swelling with blood.
Katarina's eyes were wild, madness and rage reflected in them as she crawled closer to the angel. She just couldn't get away from it, everywhere she went, everyone she saw was sizing her up, just waiting for the chance to rape her. And now this holier-than-thou bitch not only had the same idea in mind, but she didn't even have the balls to admit it. She preyed on Kayle's discomfort, turning the tables on her in her moment of shame and weakness. If she was going to be fucked either way, by this point she might as well get what little payback she could.
"What's wrong? Don't tell me you weren't planning on taking this by force just a few seconds ago." Katarina jeered, kneeling at Kayle's feet. Taking the muscular woman's cock in both hands, she squeezed it til the angel hissed and cringed. She tapped the bulbous head against her tits, skin smacking against skin until she slipped the shaft between her chest-cushions and squeezed it between them.
Kayle's breath grew heavier, her strong hand trembling as she reached out and grabbed a fistful of scarlet hair. Her sapphire eyes glazed over with a look of lust. Still, she protested. "N-no, I-I wouldn't..." She murmured, even as she tried pushing the girl's face closer to her crotch.
Katarina resisted though, looking up into her eyes while using her breasts to massage her dick. "So then you always strip naked before cutting down an enemy? What, were you gonna offer to spare me if I sucked you off?"
From the way that Kayle froze, silently turning her head aside as if she could hide the redness in her cheeks, Katarina knew she struck a chord. "Really? REALLY?! You really think- That's still rape!" She glared up at the angel with a look of such sheer disgust that it burned her worse than any wound.
Kayle scowled, pushing down harder on Katarina's scalp. "Why won't you cease talking!?"
More laughter greeted her in response. "God, you're terrible at this. Weren't you watching your sister do it? Of course you were, she made sure of it." Katarina folded her arms upwards, squishing her bosom in between them. She felt that thick pole throb and sniggered as her assailant twitched and moaned from the soft embrace.
"Be quiet, damn you! I won't be demeaned by some- some cheap harlot!" Kayle's face burned, her cheeks a dark enough shade of red to match her enemy's hair. Worse, she couldn't tell what stung more, her insolent attitude or that she spoke the truth.
"Oh, but you'll demean me without a second thought, use me up and discard me." Katarina glowered, doing nothing to hide her contempt even while she lifted her breasts and bounced them around the angel's member, filling her head with conflicting thoughts and feelings.
Through clenched teeth, the buff angel hissed. Why did it feel so good? Was she being tested? Was this all part of Morgana's scheming? She entwined her fingers deeper through those crimson locks. The trembling stopped and she pushed Kat's head down til her insolent lips kissed the crown of Kayle's cock, poking up out from between her breasts.
Still the girl would not be silenced. Even if it was too occupied to form words, her mouth kissed and licked the angel's fat, bloated cocktip. Her tongue swirled around it, peeling back a layer of foreskin to expose the sensitive glans within. The entire time, she slurped and smacked her lips together loudly, sucking on the tender skin hard until it would slip free with a loud, wet pop. She went out of her way to be as noisy and lewd as possible, making Kayle's ears burn from the sounds of her actions. If Kat couldn't spare herself another rape, she would make it as degrading and embarassing for the angel to partake in as it was for her to be on the receiving end of.
And it was working. Despite the wonderful warmth and softness envelopping her prick, and the expert, downright eager ministrations of Kat's tongue toying with her knob, Kayle felt more ashamed doing this than anything else in her life. Taking advantage of a defeated enemy, giving in to such base, crude desires... it was beneath her! But it just felt so gooood... Katarina's wet tongue flicked underneath her crown, teasing the frenulum, and she moaned in delight. Damn Morgana, she should have never allowed her to have her 'fun'. Now she couldn't get the images out of her head. Her sister's cock plunging into the girl's dripping snatch again and again, Katarina riding her pole and screaming so enthusiastically...
Kayle growled, glaring with utter contempt down at the woman below her. She stared right back, loathing in her eyes. This vile woman had been so eager to fuck her sister, so willing to let that bitch steal her very soul away, and now she was just as gladly giving another foe a boobjob. She hadn't even made a demand yet, and already Katarina was slobbering all over her dick. Kayle wasn't going to let this... this gutterwhore try to disgrace her!
"Slrrp! What's wrong? Mmf... Not having fun?" Katarina murmured between noisy sucks, her hands roughly mashing her breasts together, the rest of the angel's chubby length wedged between.
"I told you to shut up!" Kayle bellowed, losing her composure utterly. She shoved Kat's face downward with all her might, thrusting her hips forth at the same time.
Katarina's eyes widened in shock, her mouth quickly stuffed by angelic cock. At a 'measly' six inches, it didn't sink halfway to her stomach like so many others she'd seen today, but its width strained her jaw and stretched her lips. Her eyes were squeezed shut as it felt like all available space in her skull was being taken up by the dick crammed down her gullet. Muffled cries served only to further pleasure the girthy shaft, its weight pinning her tongue beneath it.
"Mff! Mnff!"
"Go ahead, mouth off some more! Surely such a wanton slut wouldn't let my dick stand in her way!" Kayle snapped, letting out a hearty laugh of her own. Grasping fistfuls of crimson hair with both hands, she buried her cock to the root in Katarina's maw, not letting up til the girl's nose was entrenched in her neatly groomed golden bush. Grinding her pelvis into her face, she listened for the tell-tale 'Grlk! Glk!' sound of her gagging and choking on dong before pulling out. Thick, syrupy strands of drool spilled down the assassin's chin and soaked the angel's balls, ropes of it dripping and hanging from her shaft. Katarina coughed and sputtered, suffocating on her own mucus until Kayle gagged her with her dick again.
Tears welled up in Kat's eyes, blurring her vision. Girlmeat scraped and rubbed the insides of her cheeks, pushing them outwards. Even if she tried not to, she couldn't keep her teeth from scraping the angel's sizeable pole. That was her saving grace, what kept the powerful warrior from face-fucking her til her jaw dislocated. She quickly pulled out after only a couple thrusts and left Katarina to heave and rasp for air.
Schlik schlik schluk... Woozy but still conscious, Katarina looked up to see Kayle jerking herself furiously, sliding her strong grip up and down her slimy dong, smearing spit and phlegm up the entire length of it til it shone and dripped with Kat's throat fluids. Rather than shut her mouth, she just laughed again, a raspy, hoarse snicker that only fueled Kayle's anger. "Hahh, hahah... Sorry to disappoint, you thick-dicked freak, but it looks like you're too big to get knob-job."
"Stop mocking me!" Kayle screamed herself hoarse. Grabbing Kat by the shoulder, she dragged her closer and slapped her dick between her tits once more, the wide staff sliding slickly between her love-pillows thanks to the generous coating of lube. She steadied herself against the woman's shoulders, and started to buck and thrust, fucking the tight sandwich her breasts made.
Katarina watched the angel's abs flex with every thrust, her toned thighs bulging when she pumped her hips. She even went so far as to lend the buff shemale a hand, meekly mashing her pliant mammaries together, hugging her length tighter. "Just like your sister, you just love a nice big pair of tits, don't you?" She taunted, her voice still a bit hoarse as she used her forearms to squeeze her bust, sliding it up and down her staff.
"D-damn you!" Kayle grit her teeth. "I will not be degraded." As much as she enraged her, as much as she wanted to just kill this vile woman, her raging hormones prevented her from doing anything besides give in. She was just so damned horny. She just wanted to get off and get back to the fight, but Katarina's incessant chatter made it difficult just to even stay fully hard, her throbbing fuckstick only staying semi-erect. She tilted her head back, looking up at the sky, trying not to stare into the woman's eyes, to see the judging glare within them, but she couldn't drown out the comments.
"Just admit you're no better than her! You're just as much a filthy pervert." Katarina grinned, taking some cruel pleasure in cutting with her tongue, as sharp as any knife. Her breasts squished lewdly around that slick cock, her own spit wetting them. The noise just added to the degrading act, making it harder for Kayle to deny.
"You dare speak to me of filth, of lecherous perversion?!" The angel snapped, squeezing Katarina's shoulders til she cringed in pain. She couldn't take anymore, could barely think of anything beyond fucking the girl's brains out. The noxian's attitude mixed with the cursed seed of arousal her sister planted, driving her to the brink of madness. "I will not be degraded by some shameless whore who wouldn't seem out of place servicing men in a public bathroom!"
Kayle paused for a moment, the kernel of a half-formed idea taking hold. Katarina looked up at her, almost quizzically, as if she had expecting more. A callous grin spread across the divine champion's androgynous face. The idea continued to grow and take shape in her mind, a dirty, wicked thought that under better circumstances she would never dare to consider, and was likely to regret later down the line. But for right now, she just didn't care. She thrust her hips again, rapidly pumping between Katarina's tits with a soft, throaty moan. Pulling her dick free, she rapidly stroked herself off again, her moans getting louder, her breathing heavier. Sliding her thumb and forefinger down to the base, squeezing tight and taking aim at the woman's face.
"Cumming already?" Katarina arched a brow, looking comtemptuously at her captor. "Hmph, a quick-shot too, you really should be emba-" She was cut off by the sudden spray erupting from Kayle's cock, squinting to protect her eyes.
It came faster and more forceful than Katarina had expected, soaking her face and filling her yapping mouth. The first clue that something was off was how watery it was, nothing at all like the thick, gooey, tar-like spunk she'd been painted with so many times already. It hosed down her face in a steady, constant stream, rather than spurts and wads. Then the taste hit her senses, bitter, moreso than cum usually was, and acrid. Realization striking, Katarina could only gaze upwards in slack-jawed shock, her cheeks seething red with humiliation.
Kayle's head was tilted back, a look of relief plastered across her face as she pissed in Katarina's face. Holding it throughout the duration of a League match was always such a pain, but she'd never dare risk getting caught in an indecent position. Usually at least. It seemed she was willing to make a lot of exceptions for Katarina today however.
"You- Spt! Pft! You fucking- *hack*" Katarina coughed and spat, getting a mouthful of urine whenever she tried to speak. Shrieking in shame, she twisted her head and tried to pull away, but the angel just pulled harder on her hair to hold her steady.
Still squeezing her shaft, the Judicator smacked Kat in the face with it, the blunt mushroom head making a wet smack and showering her in gold. When she closed her mouth to at least avoid having to taste it, the stronger champion just pinched the bridge of her nose, suffocating her until she finally opened wide to gasp for air. The fist-sized cockhead quickly pressed right up against her lips, filling her mouth to the point of overflowing with her holy piss. Left with no other alternative, Katarina gulped it down, whimpering like a bitch the entire time, excess spilling down her chin and coating her breasts.
"Have you finally finished prattling?" Kayle grinned, the woman's red tresses growing damp in her hand, the warm, watery liquid splashing everywhere. "Seems that all it takes to silence your tongue is to give it something equally filthy to occupy itself with." She chortled to herself.
As her stream started to weaken, the angel cupped Katarina's chin, forcing her mouth closed when she popped her cockhead free to hose her face down one last time. She held the woman's jaw while she struggled and squirmed, desperate to spit it out, but the wrathful angel held it shut and tilted her head back, forcing her to swallow instead. "You mustn't spill now... I'd think a disgusting pig such as yourself would delight in serving as a urinal." Kayle sneered, gazing into Kat's eyes, burning with hatred. She watched her throat pulse, heard her swallow, and then finally released her to cough and gag. While the assassin doubled over and retched, Kayle wrapped a fistful of scarlet hair around her dick, using it to mop up the last trickle of urine and wipe her shaft clean.
Discarding her like a used rag, she watched the human cough and sputter. A hand clutching at her damp chest while she spat and hacked off to the side, trying in vain to excise the bitter taste from her tongue. Katarina was lucky that the smell was weak enough as to be nearly unnoticeable, but still, when one's nose was soaked in it, the faint scent lingered on every breath inhaled.
The sight of the woman there, on her knees and soaked in her piss, excited Kayle more than she ever imagined it would have. That yellow sheen that glistened on her skin... was such a beautiful colour. The same divine glimmer as the armour that she wore, the same glittering gold that accompanied the heavenly magic that she wielded... Though it rested untouched between her thighs, the angel's cock swiftly rose to attention. Pulsating in time to the beating of her heart, it swelled and bobbed as it lifted up, filling with blood and thickening. Fat and throbbing, lined with bulging veins, her dick became as hard and strong as any of her powerful muscles. Her wings stretched out and beat with excitement. She needed this... Needed to purify this vile creature, to seed her womb with her divine essence... Oh who was she kidding, she just needed to fuck something, hard and fast.
The angel descended atop her in a flurry of feathers, wrestling Kat to the ground. "No... No! Stop!" She protested weakly, grasping at the larger woman's modest bosom, hitting her shoulders, trying to beat her off.
Kayle simply grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her arms down. She was panting madly, vision clouded by lust, pressing her weight down upon the mortal woman. Her knees worked their way between Kat's thighs, spreading them apart while she worked to keep the struggling girl pinned. Her wide slab of meat throbbed with need, grinding against Katarina's flat belly, sliding along her smooth skin.
"Stop! You've done enough to me!" Katarina wailed, tears streaming down her face. She had never felt so ashamed, so disgusted, and now the angel was intent on defiling her maidenhood as well, just like every one else, just adding to her shame, exploiting her weakness.
The woman below kicked out, flailing her legs wildly. Deftly, Kayle hooked her arm under the struggling assassin's right thigh, pulling it aside so that it would hook around her waist when it bent at the knee. With nothing separating them, her cock sawed back and forth along Katarina's tender lips, teasing her opening with her fat length. Screaming bloody murder, the noxian flailed her now free hand, pounding her fist into Kayle's shoulder. The muscular angel just shrugged off the blows and ground her hips more insistently.
"Nngh..." Kayle grunted. "Lust-driven whore... Slut! You'd spread your legs for anyone..." Visions of her sister ravaging Kat's cunt raced through her mind. "Don't pretend to protest now when you were so eager before." Her hips shifted, bloated tip pressing firmly against her womanhood.
"No. No!"
"Trying to tempt me into indecency, both of you..." Kayle seethed, feeling those tender folds parting. Katarina screamed, but the angel was undeterred. Her firm ass flexing as she pressed onwards, spreading her lips further apart. "I thought it inappropriate to touch you, but you were so happy to mount that vile wretch. So eager to seduce me..." Such tightness... The woman's petals squeezed and clamped around the end of her dick so wonderfully.
"Stop! Stooop!" Katarina howled. Her vaginal walls were stretched thin, her wet tunnel widening so far to accomodate the angel's girth.
"I-I could never take someone against their will..." Kayle stumbled over her words, shutting her eyes and grunting as she pushed in further. "But... But it's not rape if you're willing! I'm-I'm not doing anything wrong!" She shouted deliriously, trying to justify her own indefensible actions.
"No! Sto-mmnf!" Katarina was silenced by Kayle's hand, covering her mouth to stifle her pleas.
"I-I can't hear you..." The angel muttered, more to herself than Kat. With her eyes closed, she couldn't see the look of desperation written on the woman's face. "You so happily teased and taunted... This is what you wanted, right? This is.... Nnnngh!" Kayle groaned, her cock halfway in now. Even though it was shorter than the average dick Katarina had taken today, its immense width made every inch a terrible struggle. "...just two consenting adults." She muttered, resting her upper body against Kat's, the woman's larger bosom cushioning her own, while the weight of her muscles held her down. The angel didn't seem at all bothered by her own urine soaking the girl, grinding against her all the same.
Both of Katarina's hands were free, fists battering Kayle's shoulders. When that didn't work, she gripped them tightly, trying to push her off. No luck. She wasn't strong enough, couldn't get enough leverage.
Another inch and a half of angel cock speared her pussy, eliciting new howls, all muffled. Her hands squeezed tighter, feeling the muscle definition in Kayle's shoulders. There wasn't much else she could do. Another half an inch and her eyes were rolling up into her skull. It wasn't bad enough that every woman in the league apparently had a dick somehow besides her, but did they all have to be so huge too?
One last inch and Kayle moaned from pleasure. Fully bottoming out in the woman's snatch, her walls hugging her shaft just right. So sweet and velvety soft... Kayle grimaced and ground her hips, feeling her innards squish and squelch around her hard tool. The feeling was so heavenly, she didn't even mind that she was fucking her sister's sloppy seconds, stirring her cock around inside the goopy mess her sibling had left behind to lube the woman's passage.
Grunting from the strain of working her pussy-wrecking log all the way inside Kat's sex, the angel humped her slowly, using short, shallow motions. The girl's sobs and cries were soon joined by muffled moans. Every wrinkle and crevice inside her felt like it was being stretched and flattened out, battered and scraped by the wide-bodied invader. And though the length was certainly not miniscule by any means, it was nice to not have her poor cervix beaten and torn open for a change, even if every shallow thrust still felt like it was punching her in the gut.
Encouraged by Katarina's soft moans, and the strong grip on her shoulders that felt almost affectionate to someone as strong as she was, Kayle opened her eyes to gaze at the mindless, numb expression on Kat's face. She smiled sincerely, uncovering the girl's mouth to squeeze one of her breasts instead, massaging it in her firm grip. "Mnn! You do want it! I knew it." Kayle moaned, sliding her slickened cock back a bit further only to slam forward once again, her length basted in Morgana's black, corrupted cum. "Just a filthy cum rag. I bet you even enjoyed drinking down my piss like the greedy cumrag you are."
Any attempt Katarina made to respond was cut short when Kayle slammed her dick in to the hilt, knocking the air out of her lungs. Leftover cum squished around her length and squeezed out around the edges, dribbling into the dirt below them. The corrupting essence slicked her passage, making it easier to ream her wet tunnel. Morgana's black, ichorous semen clung to Kayle's shaft as she pulled out, oozing from Katarina's honeypot when she thrust back in. Still warm, it added to the heat of Kat's sex, making her tunnel unnaturally wet and slick. It served as an enabler, allowing Kayle to build speed easily, her pelvis battering Katarina's sharply.
"Gods above, you're so wet..." Kayle moaned, her hands roaming up and down the noxian's sides, caressing her hips, stroking her thighs. Her every thrust rocked the woman's body, leaving her moaning and panting.
Katarina wanted to protest, to fight back, but couldn't find the strength. Her leg bobbed, bouncing and coming to rest wrapped around the angel, and she found her arms moving to embrace her rapist, if only to try and steady herself against the force of her powerful thrusts. Kayle took it as an act of submission however, groaning and just hilting her cock even faster. Her golden blonde hair draped over the both of them like a curtain, and she leaned in nibble and kiss at Katarina's throat. She could taste herself on the woman's skin, but didn't let that hinder her. Sex was supposed to be a loving, passionate encounter... Wasn't it? Her mind felt... Foggy for some reason, and it was hard to think. She just knew this felt good, and she wanted so badly to keep sinking her dick into this woman's hole, lubed by her sister's black cum. That dark ichor spurred them both onwards, so tainted with vile corruption that it spread its influence to anything it came in contact with, clouding judgment with a fog of lust.
Katarina moaned again, her ass being slammed into the dirt repeatedly, her cunt stretched and ruined. Damn that Kayle, she was just... so... thick! Her cock was hitting all the right spots, but without going so deep as to cause pain. The only discomfort came from being spread open so far, her labia growing red and sore from the strain.
The sound of bare skin slapping together was getting louder, and wetter. Kayle's brawny frame was glistening, dewdrops of sweat gathering along her body, rolling down her biceps and dripping from her brow. Placing both hands on either side of Katarina's head, she pushed herself up to take some of the pressure off of her, gritting her teeth as she put all of her incredible power into her hips, brutally slamming into the redhead's cunt.
Katarina tilted her head back so far that her scalp was digging a little groove in the dirt under her. Her lips formed a large O, crying out in ecstasy. "Oh... Oh god, ooh goood!" She howled. Her pussy lips quivered, her muscles trembling as she was overcome by orgasm, her best of the day. Her arms and leg all tightened their grip, clinging to Kayle tightly as she ravaged her slit.
The angel paused, hearing her cries of delight, and just ground her veiny meat in slow, lazy circles, drawing out the length of her orgasm before drilling into her again. Her own release wasn't far away. Not accustomed to participating in such shameful acts of eroticism, her staying power wasn't as good as her sibling's. Still, she was determined to give just as big a pay off. The fallen angel's semen stuck to her pole like syrup, just serving to remind Kayle that she was fucking Morgana's discarded cumdump, rutting in her own sister's sperm. So sticky, so warm and wet... Kayle found herself moaning louder, breathing heavier. Her toned buttocks flexed, driving her hips forward. She needed to overwhelm her disgraced sister's seed, reclaim what she had tainted, purify it. Overcome by the need to defeat the darker angel, just as she always was... She bit her bottom lip, sinking teeth into her own flesh to stifle a fresh moan. That was what she told herself. This was consensual, this was justice, this was affectionate, this was purifying evil... She told herself whatever she needed to hear except for the truth, that she was vulnerable to base desires like everyone else, that she just wanted to cummm...
"Oh!" Kayle gasped, almost in shock at the suddenness of it all. The point of no return passing by in the blink of an eye, there was no turning back now, no stopping, no pulling out. Her hips jackhammered the quivering, wailing woman beneath her, pounding her trembling slit til she was loose and sure to be left gaping. Sinking her teeth deep into her lip, she raised her head, eyes screwed shut, and came hard.
The thick, urethral tube travelling along the bottom of Kayle's dick bulged with semen, her load flying up the length of it to fire from her tip like a cannon blast. Powerful jets of holy jizz lanced deeper than her cock could reach, filling Katarina's womb with thick wads of white sludge. The assassin's eyes rolled up even further into her skull, her irises practically disappearing beneath her eyelids. Her lips were still frozen open and round, moaning non-stop. She could feel each spurt of cum striking her insides, a beautiful pearly white to contrast with Morgana's ominous black. Though they differed in appearance, each wiggling sperm had the same goal, finding an available egg to fertilize.
Kayle held her hips steady, her spine slightly arched, not daring to move until her heavy balls were utterly drained. The tiniest trickle of white managed to escape the tight seal Katarina's netherlips made around her dick, the rest of it trapped inside by the angel's immense girth. Even after her orgasm stopped, the Judicator stayed still, basking in the pleasant afterglow and savouring the way the noxian's tunnel gripped her now-overly-sensitive length. Her length soaked in her own cum, her pure essence conflicting with the corrupting influence Morgana had left behind. Fresher, more potent, and carrying the angel's divine blessing, it purified the taint both from Kayle, and the girl the two angels had used for a cumdump.
Slowly, the fog of lust that had clouded her brain dissipated. The increased sensitivity faded and the angel's spent cock wilted, going soft and sliding from Katarina's sex with a wet schloorp. A viscous mixture of cum spanning several partners spilled out in its wake, gushing from her gaping twat. Free to think clearly, Kayle reopened her eyes and looked down, and immediately regretted everything she had done. The sight of Kat's piss-soaked, tear-streaked face greeted her, bringing with it an overwhelming sense of guilt and remorse. "What... What've I done?" The angel stammered, stumbling to find words.
Sore and wet, disgraced and degraded, exhausted and utterly humiliated... Katarina lay there, barely even moving. From her, too, the last remnants of Morgana's corruption faded. With it went so much of the anger, the eagerness, the stupid, stupid idea to try and humiliate Kayle that backfired so spectacularly... All she was left with was the hurt, the shame, and the despair of her situation, the crushing weight of her day bearing down on her soul. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes, and Katarina sobbed. Quietly, subdued even, especially when compared to her vocal, defiant screams. There was nothing left for her to do but cry.
"N-no... I'd never, I-" Kayle climbed to her feet, trembling with a weakness that didn't match her powerful frame. Nothing she could say, nothing she could do would excuse what she had done, could justify her heinous actions.
In a blind panic, she turned and looked around the clearing. No one. No one to witness or judge her misdeeds, no one to shift the blame to and accuse of misguiding her. Her wings flapped, lifting her into the air, and she frantically raced about, gathering her discarded armour.
"I can't... I-I..." She struggled to form words, her tongue tripping over itself. She didn't know what to say, if there was even anything to say. She just had to go, to leave, pretend this had never happened. In the background, she could just barely hear Katarina sobbing, and that sound taunted her more than anything the woman had said earlier.
Metal clinked and clanked as she clumsily re-equipped her gear, almost intentionally so. The rattling of her armour would drown out Katarina's agonized wails, or so she hoped. But she could still hear it in her head, those anguished mewlings haunting her. She clutched at her skull while she slipped her helmet back into place, grimacing, trying to expel the memories to no avail.
Just a few feet away, her weapon lay embedded in the dirt. Kayle gave it a forlorn look, staring at the holy blade, the deep, blood-red ruby inset within it. There was one way she could silence that terrible sound, surely...
Gauntlets clasped the hilt, ripping it from the earth. Weapon in hand, she turned to face Katarina, who still laid there, unmoving save to occasionally be wracked by a full-body shudder. The armoured angel approached slowly, each footstep loud and thudding. Her wings flapping excessively, still trying to drown out those sobs with any noise she could muster of her own.
Then, she was standing there, looming over the naked, prone woman. Kayle gazed down at her silently, taking in that dreadful noise, that awful sound that filled her with self-loathing. Katarina stared right back, making no move to fight back, to escape as Kayle's raised her weapon high. Broken in mind, beaten in body, shattered in soul. The angel shut her own eyes as she prepared to put her out of her misery and end her suffering. Sword pointed up, ready to strike. The blade swung the air, slicing downwards...
An inch from Katarina's midsection, Kayle stopped, opening her eyes in shock. The assassin looked up at her, confused, and for a brief moment, the sobbing ceased.
Something... Kayle could sense... Something. Life. As part of the divine training she had undergone on her homeworld, she had been taught to sense and identify life, wherever she went, in order to nurture and protect it. She could sense it now. But not her own, nor Katarina's, nor any of the other combatants, or even any of the other creatures that normally called Summoner's Rift home. This was something... else. Something new.
Kayle dropped her sword and crouched down next to Katarina, a gloved hand tracing the woman's abdomen. From within, she felt something stirring, something so tiny as to be almost imperceptible, even to her angelic senses. Of course, how could she have been so blind? But... When had it appeared? Just now? Was this... her doing? Or Morgana's? Or had it already been there before they even arrived? Amidst the chaos of attacking LeBlanc and the stress of Morgana's foul misdeeds, she hadn't exactly been thinking with the clearest of minds. Her senses had been... distracted. The conception could have happened anytime recently, if not one of the two angels, than someone else.
Who, or what, didn't matter right now. What mattered was an opportunity to atone had just presented itself. Pressing both hands to Katarina's midsection, Kayle hummed softly.
The woman looked at her quizzically, wondering what new hell was in store for her now. "What-what're you doing?" She inquired, her own voice so weak and raspy that she didn't recognize it at first. "Aren't you going to kill me?"
Kayle shook her head. "Though you may be my enemy, I would never risk harm upon an innocent life, even the child of one as vile as you."
"Vile as me?! You're the one who raped me!"
Kayle ignored the woman's hysterics, sweeping her hands up and down Katarina's body. As she did, a golden glow began to encompass her. A sphere of divine energy formed around her entire body, sparkling and glittering with holy power. Katarina would have marvelled at the sight, if she wasn't so suspicious of it. The golden bubble seemed to solidify around her, just underneath Kayle's hands, before shrinking. It grew smaller and smaller, changing shape as it did to match the contours of Katarina's body. It continued to shrink, until it was like a second skin that completely enveloped the noxian. Slowly, it sunk into her body, merging with her flesh, until the bubble disappeared in its entirety, the only remnant being a slight golden glimmer to Katarina's skin.
The deed done, Kayle stood, satisfied that, in some small way at least, she might redeem her own repugnant actions. "That should protect you for the time being, though I would recommend you make haste somewhere safe and hide." As she spoke, Kayle reached for her sword once again. Her wings outstretched, she beat them softly, scattering snow-white feathers about as she lifted into the air. "My sister and I shall end this competition soon, and the battlefield is no place for an expectant mother-to-be."
"Wait, what?!" Katarina's eyes widened, and she leapt to her feet quickly. "Wait! What do you mean by that?!" She shouted and gave chase.
Climbing higher into the sky, Kayle ignored the woman's inquiries and turned in the direction her sister had fled. Blessing herself with speed and rejuvenation, the angel took off in pursuit. Katarina followed her for as long as she could, weaving between trees and through brush, but she was unable to keep pace. In a state of shock and awe, the thought to use her Shunpo technique to warp to Kayle before she got out of range didn't even occur to her, and she soon fell too far behind to catch up. Slowing to a halt, she watched the angel disappear out of sight.
Katarina was left behind, and, for the first time, alone.
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The gentle lapping of the water at her sides brought some semblance of calm to Katarina's mind. She laid in the river, floating gently on the current, hoping the water might soothe her wounds, both physical and mental.
Once the angel had left, the woman had pondered what to do next. There was little point in returning to base. The angelic siblings would both be ahead of her already. The thought of running into Kayle again sickened her, and the dangers of encountering Morgana again were even worse. Yet she was ill-equipped to try and mount a counter-offensive.
Left with little alternative, she had returned to the river to bathe and wash away some of her shame. There was no trace left of Kayle's degrading act now, though if the angel was telling the truth, she possibly had a different souvenir instead.
A steady stream of tears trickled down her cheeks. Despite her melancholy, her face remained a neutral mask. A bit of redness in her cheeks and wet, watery eyes the only sign of expression. Her arms laid limply at her sides, her fiery hair drifting all around her. Her legs did nothing to tread water, simply relying on her natural buoyancy to keep her head above the surface and the river's flow to keep her moving.
The slow moving current slowly carried her downstream, back to where her troubles began. How had things gone so horribly wrong? Such a successful steal, she'd been so proud. Surely her allies had benefitted from the dragon's bounty she had procured, but not enough to make up for Katarina's otherwise uselessness. Not enough to make up for LeBlanc's wicked treachery.
Katarina felt the tears welling up again, her eyes squinting to hold them back. She sniffled, her nose stuffing up. Not again... She'd broken down into full on heaves and wails twice already, and she felt it oncoming yet again.
Quickly, she tried to distract herself. Eyes shut, she forced her mind to focus on something, anything else. The gentle relaxing current. The soothing burbling sound. The loud, booming thuds in the distance. The splintering crack of falling trees. The way the earth gently rocked and shook the water. The violent splashing all around.
Wait...
Katarina was startled into sudden alertness, but all too late. A truly GARGANTUAN set of talons closed around her torso, pinning her arms to her sides and effortlessly lifting her out of the water. Liquid rolled off of her, dripping and splishing into the river below.
She was held aloft, staring into the terrifying visage of Cho'Gath.
Blood and gore stained his now massive teeth, each one taller than she was. His once dignified tuxedo was long gone, torn to shreds and left behind when his frame swelled too large to be contained by it. His monocle dangled down, the chain tangled around one of his teeth. The lens was soaked with so much blood as to be opaque and useless. Only his hat remained intact, though it was so tiny compared to the rest of him that it was virtually unnoticeable. He had always been huge, always towered over everyone else, but now he had grown to truly colossal proportions. His size rivalled even the enormous stone towers that served as the two sides' respective defenses.
Cho'Gath had been feasting.
"Ah, Katarina... There you are." Cho'gath's voice boomed. Somehow both deep and shrill, it possessed an unnatural echo and the screeching timbre was near deafening to listen to. "I've been looking for you."
Katarina recoiled from the stench of his breath, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Have you now? I seem to be quite popular today." The assassin grimaced, showing no fear in the face of the beast.
Cho'Gath stared at her long and hard, eyeing the miniscule woman with some degree of curiousity. "Katarina... Where are your clothes? This is very unbecoming of such a fine noblewoman as yourself." He said at last.
"Oh cut the gentleman act Cho!" Katarina snapped, leaving the monster looking taken aback. She didn't even bother to struggle, just glowering at him instead. It would just be a waste of energy anyways. "I am not in the mood."
Cho'Gath grinned, his teeth glistening with drool. When he spoke again, his voice took on an even screechier tone, like nails on a chalkboard magnified to incredible volume. "So be it. I would have made the end more palatable for you, but this charade does grow tedious." The demonic fiend lifted Katarina higher, dangling her over his open maw, his massive, slick tongue slithering beyond his jaws. It curled around Katarina's ankles and crawled up her legs.
Unable to remain motionless while the beast's slimy appendage smeared saliva along her inner thigh, Katarina grimaced in displeasure and started to kick. Planting her boot on his tongue, she stomped on it repeatedly until Cho'Gath's grip grew tighter. She winced in pain, the pressure building against her chest. "Hmph, so you're a traitor too then?" She rasped. "Working with LeBlanc...?" Katarina wheezed, her voice starved of air mid-sentence.
"Ehehehehahahhh." Cho'Gath chuckled ominously. "Hardly. I do not scheme and plot some complicated ploy, nor do I plan to not surrender this meaningless competition. I will slaughter your enemies and bring you victory in this petty contest, little as it may matter." The monster threw back his head and roared. Stretching out his scythe-arms, he gestured dramatically, first off into the horizon where the distant sound of fighting could be heard, then at Katarina. "For you will not live to see the end. The void devours all things, we do not distinguish between friend or foe. We simply prey upon the weak so that we may one day feast upon the strong."
"Go ahead then." Katarina sneered, flailing her legs. "Eat me, put an end to my misery."
"Fool! There will be no end to your suffering!" Cho'Gath boomed. Again, his tongue caressed the woman's thighs, the slimy sensation making her cringe. It snaked its way between her legs, slicking her flesh with his drool, tasting the tangy sweat and mixed fluids that clung to her. Satisfied by the taste, he retracted it back into his maw, smirking once more. "Ahhh, you have stains upon your soul... Perfect."
Katarina said nothing, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. She simply stared him dead on as he brought her closer to his gnashing teeth. His maw opened, and she could see the spittle being launched by his thrashing tongue, the saliva dripping in thick, sticky strands from his fangs.
'At least this nightmare will finally be over,' she thought to herself, hanging her head. The monster placed her between two massive canines, more fangs looming above. Closing her eyes, she could only hope the end was quick as Cho'Gath slammed his jaws shut.
The creature's pained roar echoed throughout the forest, causing birds to take flight.
Eyes reopening, Katarina looked about to see what had just happened. Beside her, a small chunk of something white was bouncing around, being tossed about by Cho'Gath's flailing tongue before being spat out entirely. Glancing upwards, she could see where it had come from. The monstrous creature had chipped a tooth biting into her. For her though, there was no pain, only the discomfort that came with being soaked in the monster's spit. There wasn't even any visible injury or mark on her either. Her skin sparkled, glowing a faint golden colour before the light diminished, fading back to that same slight glimmer that Kayle had given her.
Cho'Gath tore her from his maw, holding her up to stare at her with his massive, solid green eyes. "How dare you?!" He screeched, snapping his jaws at her again. Though his teeth fared better this time, he still failed to even pierce her flesh, gnawing on her fruitlessly, biting and screaming in blind rage. "What trickery is this?! You wretched creature... I will-"
"Hey!" An angry voice called out to them suddenly, interrupting Cho'Gath mid-rant. "Get your grubby, disgusting hands off of my property!"
Husky, and a tiny bit gravelly, Katarina didn't recognize the voice as an ally, though it was definitely familiar. Together, the two of them slowly turned in the direction of this new interruption.
From the treeline she approached, bathed in flames that swirled around her in a tempest of destruction. Clad in magnificent armour of scarlet and gold, with a helm crested by two draconic horns and segmented plates evocative of a dragon's tail. Her hands glowed with red-hot molten fury, brimming with such power that it made her gauntlets, fashioned to resemble a dragon's jaws, look unnecessary. Blue skin rippled with hard-ridges, scales decorating and lining her flesh in ornate patterns. Yellow, reptilian eyes shone like burning embers, meeting their gaze with a look of hate and rage.
Katarina visibly trembled now, all the courage she had shown in facing down Cho'Gath fleeing her in the face of this new adversary, mouthing her name in fear.
Shyvana.
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Tyler lay down next to Jake; slipping out of the view of the camera. He picked up Jake’s hefty wang and slung it over Jake’s thigh. With his path now clear, Tyler crept up between Jake’s legs and began to lick Jake’s giant sack. Tyler had always kind of liked Jake’s balls. Tyler realized that this sounds really weird, but it was true. It was not uncommon for Tyler to get a clear view of Jake’s equipment back when they were both normal sized, so Tyler had had plenty of chances to admire them in the past.
Thinking back on it now, Tyler realized that Jake was trying to entice him; trying to get Tyler to give up some indication that Tyler was as attracted to him as he was to Tyler. Tyler never really thought of it before. They had been close as brothers since before they could bathe themselves; it was not uncommon for them to share a bath when they were kids. Tyler always figured that Jake was just that comfortable around him.
Tyler was beating himself up about it now that he realized the truth. It happened way too often to just be coincidence. The way that Jake would casually forget to bring his clothes with him into the bathroom when he went to shower. The way that Jake would somehow not be dressed yet even though he should have known that Tyler was going to be over at any second. The way that Jake sometimes felt the need to completely change clothes while Tyler was still in the room. Oops, I spilled some soda on my shirt; better change boxers while I am at it.
Tyler never complained. He secretly loved the frequent shows he was given; even if he was too afraid to show any sort of interest in the spectacle. Whenever he thought that Jake wasn’t looking, Tyler would sneak at peak at his friend’s junk; Tyler would always feel guilty about this after the fact, but it was just too good to pass up. Tyler loved everything about Jake’s body. The way he was pretty much completely smooth except for a few errant tufts. The way his complete lack of fat would show off what little musculature he had. And especially he loved Jake’s package.
Jake had a nice dick back then. It was average, but definitely larger than Tyler’s. Wasn’t everyone’s, though? What Tyler really loved was Jake’s balls. He was fascinated by them. They were large even back then, but what really made them remarkable was how they seemed to fill the entire pouch.
Tyler was a bit jealous of Jake’s nuts; Tyler’s own balls were the type to hang down low. They just sort of rolled around and sagged in their pouch. Tyler realized that many people prefer the look of low-hangers such as his own, but he felt that the larger basket just made his eggs look smaller. Fortunately it seemed that with his newfound growth, his balls were swelling up slightly faster than the pouch they were in; each growth made his sack look fuller and firmer.
Maybe someday soon Tyler’s own nuts would look as amazing as Jake’s did; Jake’s nuts were just were just so round and so full. Even before their growth spurts Tyler often fantasized about sucking on Jake’s glorious balls; being able to take one or both of them in his mouth. At their new gigantic size, they were simply magnificent. Each nut was as big as Tyler’s head, and the scent and taste was overpowering since both Jake and Tyler were covered in sweat and cum. Tyler buried his face in Jake’s sack; licking, and kissing, squeezing, and sucking all over. Tyler didn’t think he could ever get enough of them, nor did he want to. The thought that they would continue to swell bigger and bigger just made him even hornier. He imagined what it would be like if Jake’s balls ever got so large that Tyler could lay across them; rest his whole body on them like some kind of trendy, new age, erotic love seat.
He could hear Jake moan and see Jake’s cock begin to swing itself so it was lying flat across his stomach; stretching up towards his chest.
This was good, but Tyler needed to be careful. He needed to have Jake fully aroused before he woke up. Jake was already showing signs of waking up, but his dick was not fully erect. Tyler realized he would have to use a more direct approach. The last thing he wanted was for Jake to see the camera and figure out what was going on.
Tyler climbed on top of Jake and began rubbing their cocks together. Tyler loved this feeling. It felt amazing back when he was rocking a footer, but now that his schlong was bigger than half the size of the rest of his body the pleasure was indescribable.
Tyler had well over three feet of sensitive flesh pressed against his lover’s body. He could feel every inch of it in vivid detail. Tyler could feel all of Jake’s own length pressed under his own. Jakes penis was very respectable in its own right; coming in at just a few inches under two feet fully erect. Tyler could also feel Jake’s nipples brushing against the underside of his cock; Tyler’s dick was now so thick that he was able to lay it across Jake’s chest and easily cover both nipples. Tyler couldn’t even fathom how big around his cock must be now. He wouldn’t be at all surprised if it was as big around as his own waist.
Tyler rocked back and forth, grinding his massive dick into Jake’s own huge cock. With every thrust forward Tyler could feel his balls push up against Jake’s. Tyler’s balls were now so massive that he couldn’t just lay flat on top of Jake like he did before; Tyler could not spread his legs enough to fit both massive balls between them. He had to straddle Jake and drag his hefty sack along behind him.
Jake was now fully awake, but he was too lost in the pleasure to open his eyes. Tyler craned his neck a bit to the side and began kissing the side of Jake’s next; partially because he knew it drove Jake wild, but also because Tyler’s own cock was now so massive that it got in the way of him kissing Jake on the face.
Jake groggily opened his eyes. He was face to face with his boyfriend’s colossal cock head. From this angle Jake could really see why it was called a one eyed monster. The head of Tyler’s cock was as big as the head Jake had on his shoulders, if not bigger. Jake wrapped his arms around it and began to work over the head from any angle he could reach; alternated between kissing and licking. Jake knew his efforts were appreciated because within seconds the tip began to dribble a bit.
A chill went down Tyler’s spine as he felt Jake’s tongue enter his slit. Holy shit. It’s way in there. Tyler felt his mind begin to drift as the sensation washed over him. No! He can’t let Jake take control. He must be the one in command here if he is to give their little cam buddy a good show. Fortunately, Tyler could feel Jake’s throbbing erection under him. All systems green. Showtime.
Dalton could see Taylor get up rather suddenly. His dick was even more massive now that it was fully erect. The tip of Taylor’s cock was about as high off the ground as his head; Like head head. Not cock head because that’d be redundant. Taylor reached his left hand down and Jack reached his up to meet him halfway. Taylor then pulled Jack to his feet.
Jack was rock hard as well. His cock was stretching upwards; just about to his chest. Dalton couldn’t hold it back anymore and let loose another shot; his cum was already thin and clear. He had long since run out of any real juice to shoot, but the scene in front of him was too hot for him. His penis was screaming for release even though his balls had nothing left to give.
Tyler pushed his own dick downward with his right hand so it was pointing out relatively horizontal and beckoned Jake closer. Jake took the hint and stepped over so he was straddling the giant cock. In one fluid motion Tyler pulled Jake in closer. For Jake it was a half slide half stride maneuver as he used the forward momentum to ride the length of Tyler’s shaft in a bizarre yet erotic pas de deux. Now that Tyler’s giant dick was no longer in the way, the two of them were able to kiss each other firmly on the lips.
Jake and Tyler kissed long and deeply. Jake’s mind took in all it could of the scene. Jake was now straddling Tyler’s massive shaft like it was a pommel horse. It was highly likely that his own dick would very soon reach similar monumental proportions. Jake probably should have been worried about such changes, but he was actually excited. This entire evening had been just Tyler and him sharing tender and passionate moments, one right after the other. Jake didn’t care if he got so big that others would see him as a freak. He knew that Tyler loved it, and if it meant he could be together with Tyler forever he would outgrow the entire world if he could. Jake secretly had to admit that he too loved how it looked and that the sensation was more amazing than anything he could have ever dreamed of.
Tyler could feel Jake push himself in closer. Jake’s tongue pushed its way into Tyler’s mouth as the kiss deepened. Whatever was going on in that brain of his, it was making Jake more passionate and horny than before, and Tyler loved it. Tyler returned he favor, and soon their tongues were tangling up and mashing together much the same way that the rest of their bodies were. Tyler could easily lose himself in the embrace, but he fought to keep at least some semblance of control in the situation. They had an audience after all. It wouldn’t do to let their aero-imperial storm snooper miss out on the good stuff.
Tyler shifted his weight a little to the left and slowly guided Jake into turning bit by bit. Tyler tried to make the motion flow as naturally as possible. He wanted to move Jake into a position that the camera could really see them going at it, but he couldn’t risk letting Jake in on it. There was also the issue of Tyler being really switched on right now as well. It was taking everything he had not to just unload a torrent right then and there.
Taylor and Jack finally stopped turning right as they were positioned so that Dalton could only clearly see Jack’s backside and Taylor’s monster sticking out from between Jack’s legs. At least Jack’s balls were heavy enough to hold Taylor’s shaft at a bit below level. This allowed Dalton to have a very clear view of Jack’s cute ass.
Tyler was betting on their little voyeur having a clear shot of Jake’s butt for what he was about to do next. Tyler slowly began working his hands lower and lower down Jake’s sides until he was able to grab one of Jake’s butt cheeks with each hand. Tyler massaged Jake’s ass and steadily worked inward as he did. Come on… just a little farther… It was actually a little difficult for Tyler to reach Jake’s hole in this position. Jake’s meat was sandwiched between them; it was so thick it was like having a whole ‘nother person in there. Tyler managed it though, and once he was able to get is fingers in there he really began to massage Jake’s hole.
Jake could feel Tyler stretching him out again. He couldn’t imagine why he would want to, though. There is absolutely no way he would fit in there again, but then he felt it. Tyler had managed to pop the air pocket that had been holding all of the spunk inside him. With the vacuum gone, it all began flowing out. It felt great the have it all out of him like that. It felt like Jake was having a mild abdominal cramp with all the jizz lining his innards, but now it all spilled out of him, filling him with a sense of relief and freedom.
Dalton watched in awe as Jack began leaking a torrent of cum. It looked like his legs were about to give out from the pleasure. The jizz leaked out onto Taylor’s cock and dripped down Jack’s legs. Taylor was kissing Jack’s neck again, but there was something different. Something off. Dalton then realized what it was. Taylor was staring directly into the camera as if to say “I hope you are watching.” They spun around again, and now Dalton could see their profiles. They looked like they were talking. Arguing?
Tyler grinned deviously at Jake “Wow. You really enjoy that, don’t you?” Tyler could feel Jake’s legs weakening; he could feel more and more of Jake’s weight being supported by the diving board between his legs. Tyler decided to move on to the next phase of their little act. He still had his hands firmly on Jake’s ass and began to rock back and forth as he turned them slowly; almost as if he was sharing a nice, slow waltz with Jake.
“It’s impossible to explain. It’s just so amazing being filled like that. It’s like I’ve never felt closer to you.” Tyler could tell Jake really loved the feeling, and even the memory of just taking Tyler’s dick was bringing him closer to the edge.
“Then it’s my turn.” Tyler said with a seductive smile. Jake gave Tyler a confused look.
It was Tyler’s turn for what? Tyler had already filled him to the brim. Twice, no less. Was he going to try for a third? No that wouldn’t make sense. Tyler wouldn’t announce it in such a way anyway. It would just happen in the throes of whatever position they were trying at the time. But if that’s not what he meant then…
“What? No. But you can’t!?” Jake tried to argue. He had caught on. Tyler meant to try and take all of Jake’s dick the way Jake had ridden him.
“And why not? I was bigger than you are now when you took all of mine.” Tyler’s eyes were trying their best to look as innocent as possible, but his lascivious grin gave him away. He knew full well that Jake was too big for the average person to take.
“That’s different. I’m bigger, and I have had more experience.” Jake continued to try and dissuade Tyler. He wasn’t doing a very good job of it, though. Tyler had begun kissing Jake’s neck while Jake was trying to formulate his argument. The waves of pleasure were making it very hard for him to concentrate on making a viable counterargument.
“And I’m a quick learner… and way more stubborn then you ever were.” Tyler concluded with his same seductive grin. Tyler knew he had already won this little debate. He could tell by the way Jake’s breathing was already becoming heavier and by the growing pool on his chest from Jake’s leaking cock. Jake really wanted to try it too, but was too afraid of hurting Tyler to suggest it himself.
Tyler was right, and Jake knew it. If they were going to do this it had to be now, before Jake got even bigger. Jake knew he would regret it for the rest of the life if he missed his one chance to do it with Tyler. That line of thinking caused Jake to pause for a second. He was so large already and yet he knew he was going to get bigger; he welcomed it in fact. Somehow he felt that maybe he should be worried about this, but he really wasn’t.
“Ok. Fine, but you’ll have to let me work. I won’t be going in until I am sure you can handle it.” Tyler was beaming with joy at the news. “Go on. Get on the bed. I’ll get a bottle.” Jake gestured over to the bed, but Tyler just stood there and gave him a questioning look. Tyler then gestured downward. Jake followed Tyler’s gesture and looked downward. Oh right, Tyler couldn’t really go anywhere with Jake still riding his shaft like a seesaw.
Once Jake climbed off his dick, Tyler scurried off to the bed and lay down on his back. Man this bed reeked, it was so coated in sweat and cum. Tyler doubted he’d ever be able to get it clean, but that was fine with him. He loved it like this. Every breath would be a reminder of his first time with Jake.
Dalton’s breath caught in his throat. Taylor was climbing into bed, and Jack was grabbing the lube. Surely they can’t be planning to do what he thinks they are going to do, right? That’d be impossible, wouldn’t it? Dalton leaned in closer to the screen, and continued to stroke his dick as the anticipation built up inside of him.
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Dalton was not expecting anything more than a quick diversion when he tagged into a game with one of his x-box buds. Buds might be a little too strong a word since they had only ever met in person once; in a friend of a friend sort of way. He knew that they all went to the same school, and would see each other in the halls on rare occasion, but they never really spoke. Every so often they might actually recognize each other in the halls and give a quick nod of acknowledgement.
As the match ended Dalton could hear one of the other team’s players being a total asshat. This kid was going through an entire litany of third-grade level insults culminating with “fags.” Dalton was ready to exit the game, but before he could exit, a video chat window popped up. Dalton recognized the two in the video. The tall brown haired one was his buddy. What was his name? Jack? Sounds about right. And the short blonde one must be his friend, Taylor.
Taylor told off that annoying little punk and then turned and planted a long sloppy kiss on Jack’s mouth. So they were officially a couple now? Dalton had heard his friends talking about them in the past. It seems like everyone was waiting for those two to just come out already and make it official. Dalton was happy for them, and a little turned on. That kiss was hot, and neither of them was wearing a shirt which made it easy for him to imagine both of them completely naked. Dalton quickly shook the thought from his mind. It just wasn’t proper to ship friends of friends in such a way.
Jack and Taylor left the game, which caused a command prompt to appear on Dalton’s screen. “Your buddy has left the game. Continue playing? [Y/N]” Dalton decided to quit the game, too. After all, he had only decided to play a quick game to take a break from the video editing he was working on; a bit of a hobby of his.
Dalton’s x-box returned back to his home page. That was going to be the end of it, but Dalton noticed that he had an active party still open. Curious about what it was, Dalton opened the group menu and saw that the he was still in a party with Jack. That’s right, he had queued with them, and when they left, he had agreed to leave too.
Dalton opened the video chat window, and could see that Jack and Taylor were now doing more than just kissing and that they were completely nude. Taylor had pushed Jack further back into he chair so that Dalton could now see halfway down Taylor’s hot ass. The short one is pretty cut, Dalton thought to himself. Dalton full screened the video chat, hoping he could see a bit better. It was then that he remembered all his video programs. He had already linked his x-box to his pc; he could easily run the video chat through his desktop and record it.
Dalton had a brief flash of guilt and was about to turn off the video chat, but then he heard Jack’s loud, low moan. That sealed the deal; Dalton quickly flipped the video to play on his PC and set it to record. He was rock hard at this point. There was no way he could just sit and watch as those two went at it. He got out of his chair and began pulling down his pants. For once he actually regretted always wearing these tight pants that show off his physique; they were very difficult to pull off in a hurry.
Before too long Dalton had managed to peel off layers of his clothes and was left in just his undershirt and his boxers; the boxers were down around his ankles but still technically on. He began to work his shaft up and down with the left hand while his right hand rubbed the tip in a circular motion. He wished he actually had some real lube because his dick was starting to get a little raw from rubbing it dry. Then he remembered his various eco-friendly plant balms he used for is face. One of these had to work.
He dug around through his toiletries for a minute, until he found the one he was looking for; it was a fairly greasy aloe based balm, but it’d work well enough for his current task. He sat back down in his chair and squirted jets of the white cream onto his cock. Wow, this is ironic, he thought to himself. He returned to the show right as Taylor was on his knees trying to deep throat Jack’s member.
Two halves of Dalton’s mind were at war with each other. The film nerd and wannabe director were furious about the scene composition. The entire time he had not even caught a glimpse of either guy’s dick. He could only see Taylor from the back and Jack’s cock was blocked by Taylor. The angle was all wrong too. How were they standing so far apart if Taylor was supposed to be deep throating Jack? Jack’s dick would have to be well over a foot long in order for this to work.
The horny teen half of Dalton’s mind picked up on this quickly. Jack is packin’, and Taylor is gobbling that knob like a champ. There was at least a foot left of Jack’s cock that Taylor hadn’t taken yet, and there was no way of telling how much was already in him. Dalton’s cock began to dribble a little at the thought. Dalton was not bad off in that department, his own cock standing tall at a little over eight inches, but he had always been a bit of a size queen. Just thinking about how he knew a guy, well rather, knew a guy who knew a guy, who was packing well over a foot of sausage, got him more turned on than he had been in his life.
Taylor had managed to take all of Jack’s cock, and they both came in unison. Dalton could see Taylor guzzling cum like a beast, but he couldn’t see Taylor’s shots. He could tell by the way Taylor was convulsing that he had to be cumming too, but Dalton still could not get any idea for how big he was. There was also the way Jack was standing. It was like he was sitting on something, but there was no way that he was still on that beanbag chair.
Dalton’s ability to rationalize the scene completely faded as Jack pulled out and began blasting Taylor in the face. Jack was spraying like a fire hose, and his dick wasn’t that much smaller than one. Dalton lost it upon seeing such a massive cock even for a brief fleeting instant. He came hard, harder than he could ever remember cumming in his life. Three long solid shots into the air, all of which hit him in the face. He slunk back in his chair as he tried to catch his breathe and basked in the afterglow.
Those two were still shooting. Dalton’s mind was foggy but some portion of his brain was still trying to analyze this scene with a scholarly fascination. Now that Jack had moved and sat down on Taylor’s stomach, Dalton could see another gusher behind them. This spray seemed even larger. It was hard to tell, due to the angle, but it looked like it was coming from behind Jack’s head. Dalton watched in awe as Jack leaned forward to snowball with Taylor. He caught a brief glimpse of what had to be the largest cock he had ever seen in his life. It had to be well over three feet tall; probably closer to four. Dalton couldn’t be sure of what he was seeing. He was too tired. His eyes were unable to focus well enough to see even if his glasses hadn’t been coated in his own spunk.
Dalton couldn’t help feeling that this is probably how people who saw Bigfoot felt. Well, if the people who saw Bigfoot had some sort of autoerotic reaction to the sighting; which is believable given how obsessed people who claim to have seen Bigfoot seem to be. It would also explain why none of them could hold the damn camera still. It’s hard to steady a camera with one hand, especially if the other hand is causing your whole body to rock.
Eventually, Dalton managed to catch his breath. Jack and Taylor were already fast asleep in each other’s arms. God, those two were adorable. It’s no wonder all of Dalton’s friends have been waiting for them to get together. Dalton picked up his scarf from the pile of clothes next to him and wiped off his face and glasses. He had waited a little too long and his cum had already begun to cake on. He could wait and wash his face more thoroughly later, but his glasses needed more immediate attention. The cum was stuck on their pretty well. All he managed to accomplish by wiping them off was smearing it around a little. His glasses were now streaked with jizz. Dalton would not be able to see anything until he got this cleaned off.
Dalton’s shirt felt wet and sticky and so he pulled it off and dumped it into the hamper. He threw his boxers in there while he was at it. They were also too dirty to put on, and wearing them around his ankles like some sort of prisoner’s manacles was just silly. Since Dalton knew he had the place to himself tonight he decided against putting any clothes on. The breeze felt nice against his bare skin. Dalton was already thinking about doing this more often. Well the streaking bit, not the creeping on his social circle thing; although, if they left the cam running every night, he could make a habit of that too.
Since he was already up it seemed like a good time to get some dinner. He heated up a large cup of coffee and slipped some pop tarts into the toaster; one can’t be organic all the time. While these things heated up he washed his glasses in the sink. A lot of hot water and a little glasses spray, and they were good as new.
Once his food and coffee were ready, Dalton went back up to his room to get back to work. He made sure to shrink down the feed from Jack and Taylor and lock it into the foreground; this way he could easily keep an eye on them and still keep working. The next few hours were pretty uneventful. Dalton kept editing away at his video; fixing the sound, cutting down scenes, adjusting the filters. He would occasionally see a little bit of movement in the corner of his screen from his accidental spy-cam. Those two were fast asleep, but they would still steal kissed from each other; the way they were so lovey-dovey with each other would be disgusting if it wasn’t so adorable.
Finally Dalton saw some real motion. The short one was awake. Taylor was up and already at it. ‘That horny little bugger.’ Dalton thought to himself as he watched with a bemused smirk.
Tyler’s eyes groggily fluttered open. The first thing he was greeted with upon waking up was the sight of Jake’s face. They had apparently shifted in their sleep so that their faces were nearly touching. Tyler closed the gap and planted a quick kiss on Jake’s lips; after all, they were already in position. It would be a shame to waste it.
Tyler was never one to leave things well enough alone, though, and continued kissing a trail across Jake’s body. He worked his way down from the lips, onto Jake’s chin, down his neck. As Tyler worked on the nape of Jake’s neck he could feel his lover stir; a sensual groan escaped his mouth. Jake was still asleep, but not for long from the looks of it. Tyler looked down at Jake’s lengthy cock. It was beginning to twitch and engorge.
As Tyler watched Jake’s huge dick swell into a massive semi, he caught a red blinking light out of the corner of his eye. That’s right. He had left the console on and the camera with it. As his eyes adjusted he noticed something else. He was still signed into an active party. Tyler did not recognize the name. It must have been one of Jake’s friends. Tyler looked into the camera and said “So then, AERO-IMPERIAL, are you still watching? I hope we gave you a show you’ll never forget.”
Dalton saw Taylor look directly into the camera and say something. He couldn’t tell what, though; their headsets had fallen off early into their love making. Taylor did not seem to be mad, though. Quite the opposite judging from the lascivious grin that he shot the camera. Dalton’s breath caught in his throat as Taylor stood up. He was finally getting to see Taylor’s massive cock, and massive it was. It was huge, impossibly huge. His balls were so large and full that they reached below his knees. They had to be as large as beach balls. Not the little kind either; we’re talking full size party balls.
Dalton could feel his mouth water and the back of his throat begin to get tight. Taylor’s cock was as thick as one of his legs and about as long as one. Dalton could not see just how long Taylor’s dick was because the picture stopped about halfway down Taylor’s shins. Dalton’s own dick was already rock hard even though he’d just cum more than he ever had before a few short hours ago; his balls still ached from being drained so dry.
Tyler walked slowly towards the camera. He wanted to make sure his little voyeur had a nice good look at him, but also he could feel the tip of his dick scraping across the floor; if he went too fast he risked getting a carpet burn. By now Tyler has mastered a slow swaying stride which accentuated the sheer magnitude of his meat, but it was probably unnecessary. No one could deny how huge he was.
Taylor’s face stopped just inches from the camera. He put a finger over his lip in shushing gesture. This gesture seemed fairly unnecessary because no sounds he made could be heard on the other side, but his ability to think ground to a halt as the camera angle shifted. The camera panned over to where Jack was asleep. He had slid down the bean bag and was now more reclining against it. The camera zoomed in to Jack’s ankles, but then slowly moved up his legs. Dalton could see the tip of Jack’s cock come into view before even his knees did. The camera continued to follow Jack’s penis all the way up to his wild bush. Jack was nowhere near as big as Taylor was, but he was still far larger than any normal guy could ever hope to be.
The camera quickly zoomed back out again. Dalton was not ready. He wished to gaze upon that magnificent dick some more, but Taylor’s face came back into view. The mischievous grin he had and the sly wink he shot the camera let Dalton know there was more to come. The camera panned over and focused in on the bed on the far side of the room. Dalton understood. He had front row tickets to the second cumming.
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“Nope. Flip over. I’m going to need easy access.” Jake commanded. Tyler begrudgingly agreed. He had really wanted to be able to look Jake in the eyes while they did this, but that would probably have been impossible anyway. Tyler’s cock was so huge it would have covered his face.
Tyler rolled himself over onto his stomach. Well, not exactly onto his stomach. He rolled himself over so that he was lying on top of his dick. The shaft was so massive that he could rest his head on the flared out tip as if it were a pillow; a warm, soft, sweaty pillow. He was able to position his legs so that his feet could touch the bed on either side of his massive balls, but only just barely. Tyler’s balls had a combined width roughly twice as wide as his hips. He had to swing his legs to either side of it and ride his own massive sack as if it was a horse.
Jake couldn’t help but think that Tyler looked like he was riding a giant wang-shaped light-cycle. What with how Tyler was laying pressed down low and flat against it; gripping tight with his arms and legs just to keep from falling off. Jake chuckled to himself as he picked up a bottle of lube and squirted some into Tyler’s puckered hole.
“Sweet Jegus that’s cold!” Tyler shouted with a quick shiver.
“Are you going to bitch the whole time? If you really don’t want to do this, I am sure we can think of something else.” Jake snapped the lid of the lube bottle shut extra loudly as he teased Tyler. Jake was now in a position of power over Tyler. It was a position he was not in very often, and he was going to be sure to enjoy it.
Jake slipped his first two fingers in, but he could already feel the muscles tightening. “You’re going to have to relax. You’ll just hurt yourself if you clench up like that.” Jake explained calmly to Tyler as he continued to work at the muscles in Tyler’s ass. “Think like you are letting things out of you. Don’t force it though. Think of it like relaxing your muscles outward. There we go. You’re getting it now, but if you fart in my face I am going to shove my fist down there and punch you in the kidney.” Jake gave Tyler a little pinch on the cheek to simultaneously show that he was joking and that he meant business.
Tyler had never encountered this side of Jake. He knew that Jake had a little bit of a kinky side, but not to this extent. Tyler kind of liked it. “So… Push out to go in? What is this some kind of Chinese finger porno?” Tyler was trying to keep up his smart ass act, but his voice faltered a bit. He was really unsure about this now. Jake made it seem so amazing, but so far Tyler hadn’t felt anything good about it. He tried to take Jake’s advice and let his muscles relax, though.
Jake could feel Tyler stop fighting him so he was able to slip the first to fingers in from the other hand as well. Jake began making really good progress after that. He got is fingers in there and kneaded around the inner lining of Tyler’s hole. The steady massaging of the muscles caused them to relax and stretch out even more. The ring became steadily wider and soon Jake was able to get his whole hand in there. Jake was actually amazed at how easy it was to stretch Tyler’s muscles out. It made Jake think that maybe Tyler had a little bit of practice after all; not nearly as much as Jake, obviously.
Tyler felt a shock run up his spine as Jake pressed his balled up fist against his rear hatch. It hurt. Not a lot, but there was definitely pain there. It was like stretching before a workout, but these were muscles he had never stretched before. They were stiff and tight and refused to stretch as far as he wanted them to. Now Tyler really understood why Jake was so hesitant. He would have to stretch these muscles regularly for weeks to get as limber as Jake was, but Tyler was determined to do this today.
“Ok, now you need to relax your back a bit.” Jake said as he placed his free hand on the small of Tyler’s back and pushed down gently. Tyler wanted to comply, but he was using all his muscles just to keep his balance. He felt like if he loosened up his back he’d lose his perch and fall right off.
“Your back is arched upwards like a frightened cat. That’s a great way to get yourself hurt. Come on, try rolling forward.” Jake pushed Tyler forward gently; just enough to get the momentum going. Tyler slid forward off of his immense balls. This new position was a little uncomfortable for Tyler. He tried to shift his weigh a bit so that he could steady himself atop his giant cock. Tyler was so focused on situating himself comfortably he barely felt his dick shifting under him. Tyler managed to swing his legs off of his enormous nuts and push his legs out behind him so that the balls of his feet could touch the bed; providing enough of a counterbalance for Tyler to rest comfortably on his own shaft.
Tyler heard a dull thud as the head of his cock smacked up against the headboard. This surprised him a little. Tyler did not think he had shifted forward enough for the tip of his dick to bump the headboard; let alone for it to be mashed up as tightly against it as it currently was. Tyler didn’t pay too much attention to it, though; he was more focused on how embarrassing this position was for him. His ass was now the highest point of his body. Not only that, but the position he was in made it very hard to move; he was stuck straddling his own dick. Tyler was now completely at Jake’s mercy.
Jake was glad that he had managed to slip his fist a little farther into Tyler before pushing him forward. When Tyler began to slide forward off of his balls he tensed up unintentionally. If Jake still had had his fist partway inside of Tyler, Tyler could have been hurt pretty badly. Instead, Tyler had clenched up around Jake’s much narrower wrist. Jake briefly considered pulling out, but realizing that he was already in a very good position, chose to go deeper instead.
Tyler was expected Jake to pull out once he was fully settled in place. Tyler wasn’t sure how he felt about having a hand shoved up his ass. It didn’t hurt, per se, even when Tyler had accidentally tightened up around Jake’s arm. It was just odd. Tyler could feel Jake begin to move some more as he finally managed to relax again. ‘This can’t be right’ he thought. It feels as if he is going… deeper. Right as Tyler was realizing what was happening he felt Jake’s hand brush against something deep inside of him. It sent a shock of pleasure through his entire body.
Tyler let out a quick shot; short by his standards anyway. The way the tip of his penis was pushed against the headboard caused his slit to be aimed almost straight up. He watched in awe as a single, massive, gooey strand launched from his cock. Tyler felt like he was watching it in slow motion; like it was one of those slow motion cams they used on National Geographic to film hummingbirds or something. His slit was less than a foot from his face, probably only 8 or so inches away. He could see it all up close in full HD. He tried to follow the shot as it arced into the air, but his eyes could only roll back so far; his neck was already tilted back as far as it could go due to the position he was resting in.
After the stream ended, time seemed to return to normal. Tyler immediately felt the large, warm, sticky mass land right in his hair with a loud plop. There was a lot of it, especially from such a short burst. Tyler could feel it running down the side of his face, and he loved it.
Jake was already up to almost his elbow when he felt Tyler shudder violently. He watched in awe as Tyler let slip a quick burst of jizz that arced skyward and splashed into Tyler’s own hair. “I guess I don’t need to ask how it feels.” Jake said; with a teasing tone. Jake was trying to cover up his own jealousy. “I wish I could say that my first anal orgasm was that good.” Jake slipped his hand out from Tyler’s ass; Tyler’s hole sucked on Jake’s hand as it cleared the last ring of muscles.
Jake leaned in close to Tyler and whispered into his ear “But that’s just a taste of what’s to come.” Tyler let out a little whimper as Jake scooped up a glob of cum from Tyler’s hair and fed it to him. Tyler couldn’t respond even if he wanted to. He was too busy licking Jake’s fingers clean.
Jake scooped up the rest of the cum from Tyler’s hair and began sucking it off his own fingers. Jake just loved the way the flavors of Tyler’s saliva and spunk mixed together on his hand. Jake then picked up the bottle of lube and poured some more into Tyler’s now stretched out hole. Tyler shivered as he felt the cool liquid seep deep inside of him. Jake then poured the rest of the bottle up and down the length of his own massive cock.
“Are you ready for the main event?” Jake asked with a feigned cocky attitude. He wished he could pull it off as well as Tyler did. Jake’s voice faltered a bit as he tried to tease Tyler. He really wanted to be sure Tyler was ready, but he didn’t want to worry Tyler with his own misgivings. Jake took a deep breathe as he pressed his cock head against Tyler’s stretched out hole.
Tyler inhaled sharply as he felt Jake’s dick begin to slip in. It was much larger than Jake’s fist. For a brief moment he wondered if this really was such a good idea, but all his doubts vanished once Jake’s head slipped all the way in. Once the tip was in the rest slid in very smoothly. Tyler could feel his insides stretch out to accommodate Jake’s thick tool. Jake’s shaft brushed past Tyler’s sweet spot and kept on going. Tyler’s mind was almost too far gone to process any of this. That would have to mean that Jake’s dick was longer than his forearm; a lot longer by the feel of it.
Jake’s kept pushing in, deeper and deeper; still savoring the bit of Tyler’s cum in his mouth. Finally he felt his balls slap up against Tyler’s. He still had several inches left to go before he had managed to bury his sword up to the hilt, but he was getting close now.
Tyler could feel the heavy slap of Jake’s nuts against his. He had to be almost in, right? And yet Tyler could still feel Jake sliding farther and farther in. Tyler was losing any and all control of his body. He was starting to convulse, his eyes rolled back in his head, and a stream of drool began to trickle out the side of his mouth. He had never dreamed he could feel so full. The pleasure was too much for him; his cock was already streaming pre and was going to blow at any second.
Finally Tyler felt a tickle on his butt cheeks as Jake’s wild bush brushed up against him. Jake was finally all the way in. Tyler immediately began firing wildly. He just couldn’t hold back any longer as jet after jet fired skyward. Each burst was bigger than the last.
Jake could feel Tyler’s body rocking wildly as he finally managed to plant his dick all the way in. Jake was actually surprised they had made it, but Tyler never did back down from a challenge. Jake was beginning to lose the ability to think as well now that Tyler was convulsing so wildly. Jake could feel as every muscle in Tyler’s torso clenched and released around the entirety of his humongous dick.
Jake couldn’t hold it in anymore, nor did he want to. He fired shot after hot, gooey shot deep inside his lover. Tyler could feel the warmth spreading deep inside of him, and this somehow made him cum even harder. Tyler’s jets blasted upwards; plastering the wall, the ceiling, raining down upon both of the boys in heavy globs.
Jake had been holding onto Tyler’s hips as he entered, but now that the hard part was over he could afford to let go with one of his hands. Jake needed to have some more of Tyler’s cum. It was raining down all around him, but he had only managed to catch a few scattered glops in his mouth. Using his now free hand he began scooping up gobs of cum and alternating between feeding it to Tyler and drinking some himself; all while thrusting his dick in and out of Tyler.
Tyler could feel Jake’s dick thrusting inside him; all that pent up jizz being whipped into a froth. It felt too good for words. Tyler wasn’t even fully capable of thinking of words at this point; his mind had shut down to the point where he was living off of just sense data. The pleasure was so much that he had gone into full sensory overload.
Tyler felt Jake’s warm and sticky hand brush up against his mouth and he began instinctively licking and sucking it clean. He slurped up large puddles of his own spunk and sucked each of Jake’s fingers completely clean.
Jake slurped down more handfuls of jizz as he plowed Tyler over and over again. Tyler had stopped spasming so violently, but he was still gushing cum. Jake was starting to get tired, and felt it might be about time for him to pull out. It was starting to feel a little too tight inside of Tyler anyway. Was it because of the gallons of cum Jake had fired inside of Tyler? That had to be it; Jake could already feel it leaking out of Tyler’s plugged hole and flooding out onto the sheets.
Tyler could feel something strange inside of him. He was getting fuller by the second. His insides were being stretched more and more with each thrust. Tyler’s mind was starting to reboot itself, and he was almost capable of rational thought again. Jake’s hand was stretched out in from of him again; another dripping offering was being presented. Tyler, again, greedily slurped it up. As he licked Jake’s hand he could taste everything, Jake’s sweat, Tyler’s own cum, and Jake’s saliva mixed in.
It slowly dawned on Tyler what was happening. Had Jake really not made the connection yet? Maybe he was just too lost in his own pleasure to realize what was happening. Maybe Jake had underestimated the potency; these effects were far greater than they had ever been before. Tyler could feel Jake’s member swelling even more inside of him. The pleasure was too much for Tyler to rationalize anymore. Let whatever happens happen. If he was to be split open by his lovers growing cock so be it; Tyler couldn’t imagine a better way for it to end.
Jake was running on empty now. He was still cumming, but he didn’t have the stamina to keep thrusting, Jake decided to use the last of his strength to pull out. Inch after inch Jake continued to withdraw his still throbbing erection. Jake didn’t remember it being this big before; this thick; this long. It was obvious he had grown some more, but this much? Why?
Jake had walked himself backwards all the way off the end of the bed. He was standing at the foot of the bed as he withdrew the last few inches from Tyler’s now ravaged hole. Jake could see his cock swelling visibly before him. Jake was still shooting, but he had begun to slow down. Tyler was too far gone to be coherent, but Jake could still make out a pleading whimper coming from his boyfriend. All that and he still wanted more? Jake dared not push back in, but he could oblige in other ways.
Jake pushed his long hose up against Tyler’s hole without actually entering him. Jake continued to fire long jets of cum down the ravaged, gaping chasm that was Tyler’s ass. Tyler let out a sigh of relief as he could feel himself being pumped full gallon after gallon of hot cum.
Jake couldn’t help but think of how it seemed he was pumping Tyler full of jizz in much the same way he would top off his jeep at the gas station. Speaking of which, it seems he actually managed to top off Tyler, too. Jake was finally spent, and his gigantic dick was now deflating rapidly. As he withdrew his deflating cock, he could see Tyler was completely overflowing with cum. Jake couldn’t dump more into him, even if he had the stamina to go on.
Jake was tired, every muscle in his body was ready to give out on him, but he couldn’t turn his brain off. This last fuck was the craziest thing to happen yet, and given the state of this whole evening, that is saying a lot. The sensations were so intense, and his latest growth spurt was far beyond anything he had felt so far. Jake sat down on the end of the bed and looked down at all three of his legs; they draped over the foot of the bed and rested heavily on the floor beneath him. His dick was now longer than his leg while soft. He tried to wrap his head around that, but quickly realized it was not in his best interest to dwell on it.
It’s not like his dick was the only problem. Jake had to sit down with his legs spread as far apart as they would go to make room immense balls. How big were they now? Beach balls? Maybe. Possibly larger.
Jake turned around as best as he could and looked at Tyler. Tyler was unconscious, but still squirting. His jets were starting to die down, but he was still hard. Jake got a good look at his position. It was really comical to look at.
Tyler’s balls were now so large that his feet were no longer touching the ground. His body was draped haphazardly over them, with his ass straight up; filled to the brim with Jake’s cum and exposed to any and all who would walk by. The top half of Tyler’s body was resting against his colossal shaft. Tyler’s arms were draped over either side of it. He no longer had to hold to it to keep is balance; the shaft was wider than even Tyler’s shoulders. Tyler’s dick stretched outward, past his head, up against the headboard, and then it had to angle up because it had nowhere else to go.
Jake couldn’t imagine how much having a hard-on of that size bent like that had to hurt, but Tyler seemed to be doing OK. If anything Tyler looked pleased with himself. Tyler was passed out with a goofy grin plastered across his face; and sticky, white fluid plastered across everything else.
Jake just stared in awe. Tyler’s dick had to be bigger than his whole body. Slowly the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Jake already knew that contact with Tyler’s cum could cause growth. Ingesting it seemed to speed up the process, but Tyler had been steadily growing the whole time. This must have greatly increased the potency.
Jake crawled up on the bed beside Tyler. The exhaustion was getting to be too much, and whatever happened next they would be ahead to wait until they were both awake to figure it out anyway. Jake cuddled up as close as he could to Tyler, wiped off a spot on Tyler’s cheek, and gave him a quick peck before passing out.
Tyler was actually hovering in the realm between being asleep and awake. His body had shut down, but his mind was fighting to remain alert. He needed to be able to get up at a moment’s notice. He felt his cock give one last half-hearted spurt and then begin to deflate. Shortly after he felt Jake crawl up next to him and kiss him on the cheek. Tyler fought off the exhaustion for a few more minutes as he waited until he was sure Jake was asleep.
Tyler rolled himself out of bed; quite literally in this case. He needed to get enough inertia going that he could roll himself off of his enormous wang. Tyler managed to roll onto his back and then felt the momentum cause his cock to roll over him and off the edge of the bed. His giant dick landed with a thud against the floor. Tyler quickly looked over at Jake to be sure the noise hadn’t woken him up. Tyler let out a sigh of relief as he saw Jake still sleeping like a baby; a very hot, and very, very, well hung teenage baby.
Tyler looked down at the several feet of cock sprawled out in front of him. His dick had to be bigger than the rest of his body. Tyler could not help but beam with pride. Those NBA players may be able to tease Tyler about his height, but what would they say when they came face to face with a cock that is taller than they are? Tyler would show those chumps how a real champ shoots and scores.
Tyler managed to get to his feet. He was sore all over from the hottest fuck he had ever had. His insides felt like jelly, and his asshole was aching. Despite the pain, though, he felt amazing. His massive balls were already full and ready to go again. His several long feet of cock were tingling with arousal. He could still feel the warmth of Jake’s cum packed inside him; wow did that boy ever fill him up. Tyler thought he might never get it all out of him, and he was perfectly cool with that.
Dalton watched in awe as Taylor stood up. He was even bigger than before. Dalton still couldn’t process it. He had even watched as Jack and Taylor’s equipment grew and grew. Now that he was seeing all of Taylor’s inhumanly long schlong spread out before him, Dalton couldn’t do anything but stare. He wished more than anything to get out of his house right now, run over there, and join them. He would run across the city naked if he had to, but he had no idea where the video was being taken from. He had no choice but to worship these glorious cocks from afar.
Taylor mouthed something to the camera. Dalton could not hear what it was, but the cocky look on Taylor’s face made it completely obvious. “Are you still watching?” Dalton nodded slowly even though he knew that Taylor could neither see nor hear him.
Tyler swaggered slowly over to the camera; more and more of Jake’s cum seeped out with every step. Tyler’s monstrous dick dragged lazily behind him with each step. Tyler got up to the camera and leaned in close to it. He shot the camera the most seductive wink he could and said with a grin “Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did… but I’m not sure that’s possible.”
Taylor was speaking very slow and deliberately into the camera. Dalton was able to understand every word of it, despite the lack of audio. He again nodded weakly in agreement. “I have another surprise for you. Call it a going away present.” Taylor mouthed with that same cocky grin on his face. Taylor turned around; slowly and seductively. Dalton watched in fascination has Taylor’s fine ass filled the entire frame. Taylor massaged his cheeks, still trying to put on a show to be remembered, and then spread them wide.
Dalton could see that Taylor’s ass was wrecked. It would take weeks to recover from the drilling he received; if he ever recovered, that is. Taylor dug his fingers in deeper and deeper. Dalton could do nothing but watch in awe as a wave of cum seeped out of Taylor’s ass.
Dalton was not ready for it to end when Taylor eventually turned back around and peered into the camera. Taylor then placed two jizz-coated fingers up to his brow in a sort of salute and gave one last devious wink. The video feed then immediately went blank.
Dalton collapsed back into his chair. His cock was still rock hard. It continued to try and fire shot after blank shot, but his balls were bone dry. His dick was rubbed red and raw. It was going to be sore for at least a week; he could already tell. Dalton wasn’t too upset by this, though. He was glad to have been able to witness such an amazing scene, but he wished he could do more. He wished he could find these guys and worship their magnificent cocks in person.
It could happen, he realized. He had seen Jack around the school before. They were at least amiable acquaintances. He would just have to work at ingratiating himself with them. Yes! This could work. With that, Dalton drifted off to sleep in his chair with renewed hope for tomorrow.
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Sam was already ten minutes late for his last class period, but he wasn’t in any hurry to get there; he had a pass after all. Part of Sam wanted to just leave now and get ready for tonight, but he knew that that wasn’t really an option. He lived too far away from school to walk it. Well, he could walk it, but by the time he got home it would have been quicker to wait for the bus.
There was also that little detail about today being the final lab project. If he skipped class he would have to do a make-up lab. It was just all around easier to go now and do it in a group.
Sam got to the chemistry lab and walked right in. The teacher gave him a look of disapproval; obviously she was upset that Sam was so late for a final project. Sam just flashed his slip of paper from the principal’s office and set it down on her desk. Looking around the classroom Sam could see that his normal lab partner had been reassigned to a different group. Sam figured he’d be going it alone for this project and grabbed a worksheet from the stack on the teacher’s desk and then went to take a seat at an empty lab station.
“You’ll need a partner for this exercise, Sam.” The teacher said. She then looked around the class. Pretty much all lab groups were comprised of three people, with a few scattered groups of two. “Do we have any volunteers from the full groups to help Sam with this project?”
Sam would have much rather just joined one of the groups of two and made it easier, but he supposed that the teacher didn’t want to give him ten minutes of free work. Sam figured he’d end up in one of the other groups anyway since no one would want to start their lab over.
A single hand rose from the back of the room. Sam was slightly surprised, but the only indication of it on his face was a slightly raised eyebrow. Sam didn’t know this guy; not well, anyway. Sure, they had had the same class all semester, but Sam was not the most outgoing individual.
The other guy had very sandy brown hair that was mashed into a beige beanie. What bit of his hair that was visible under the beanie was wild and unkempt; it curled upwards in the back, and the bangs swished outwards in the front. Pretty much all of his clothes were light earthy tones; tan blazer, tight, brown pants, a grey V neck, and a beige scarf. Like Sam, he had glasses, but his were thin-framed and very circular. They looked like something that John Lennon or Harry Potter would wear.
Now that Sam noticed the guy he noticed something else, too. He had not stopped staring at Sam the entire time. Well to be more precise, his eyes were glued to the massive outline of Sam’s cock that was clearly visible through his jeans.
“Very well then, Dalton.” The teacher gestured for the boy in brown. “Take your papers and join Sam at the other lab station.”
Dalton couldn’t believe his luck. He had always thought Sam was kind of cute, but he had never expected him to be packing as much as he was. Not as big as those dudes last night, but let’s be reasonable. At least, Sammy boy here was well within the realm of physical possibility. It was like there was a big dick pandemic and Dalton was given front row seats.
Sam thought that Dalton seemed decent enough, but there was something about him that didn’t sit right with him. Dalton came up and extended his hand for a handshake with Sam. Sam returned the handshake and then took his seat. They had to hurry if they were to make up for lost time.
Dalton could tell that Sam was giving him the silent treatment; then again Sam gave everyone the silent treatment. Dalton would have to play his cards right. The one major advantage that Dalton had going for him is that he already knew that Sam was gay. Everyone in school knew it, actually.
Sam began setting up the various beakers and burners needed for this experiment. Judging from the worksheet it seemed very basic; mix two chemicals, heat, and stir. They should be able to get this finished in record time. Sam wasn’t even sure why the teacher had made him take a partner. Sam would probably end up doing all the work by himself.
The experiment itself went very quickly. Sam heated up both of the chemicals and poured them into a large beaker. The new liquid began bubbling violently and changing colors.
Sam was too fixated on the class work for Dalton’s tastes. He would have to find some way of getting Sam to open up. “I like your piercings.”
“Thanks” was the only response that Sam gave.
“Those are new, aren’t they?” Dalton asked, noticing that there was still a little redness around some of the piercings; especially the two on Sam’s lower lip.
“I just got them a week ago.” Sam was going to leave it at that, but he could tell that Dalton was genuinely trying to get him to talk. Sam forced himself to give up a little more information. “For my birthday. My dad said I could get pierced once I turn sixteen. So on my birthday he took me in and paid for them.”
“Well, it looks really cute on you.” Dalton was watching Sam’s reactions like a hawk. As much as Sam liked to give off this aura of not having any emotions, Dalton knew better. When Dalton referred to Sam’s piercings as cute, Sam bit his lower lip a bit. Dalton knew he was getting somewhere. Dalton leaned in closer and whispered into Sam’s ear. “Or maybe it’s just you who are cute.”
Sam didn’t respond to this, but Dalton could tell it was working. Sam’s cheeks started to redden a bit, even though he still had the same look of calm determination on his face.
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Do you have any tattoos?” Dalton asked.
“None, yet.” Sam replied. Then after a brief pause he explained. “I would love to get some, but my dad says I have to wait until I am eighteen.”
“Ah. You’d look great with some tattoos. Maybe one on that nice ass of yours.” Dalton said seductively. Sam’s face turned another shade of red.
Sam was not used to this sort of attention. He didn’t dislike it, but he was well outside of his comfort zone. Sam had to admit that Dalton was pretty cute, though. Sam could feel his dick twitching and coming to life. Sam really didn’t want to bone in the middle of class. It was hard enough to hide his bulge when he was soft. He wouldn’t be able to hide it from anyone if he got hard.
Dalton could actually see Sam’s piece swelling in his pant leg. Dalton was getting turned on too, but he figured he could use this to his advantage. Dalton sat up in his chair and placed his hand gently on Sam’s leg. Under normal circumstances this would be a harmless enough gesture, but because of Sam’s impressive semi, Dalton’s hand was now resting directly on top of Sam’s dick.
Dalton could actually feel Sam’s dick swelling under the palm of his hand. Dalton rubbed his hand gently up and down Sam’s thigh; rubbing Sam’s cock up and down in the process.
Sam tried his best to finish the project, but the pleasure was getting to be too distracting. He looked over at Dalton sitting next to him. Dalton seemed to be completely focused on doing the lab write-up, but Sam knew better. Sam looked down and could see Dalton’s own large erection tenting in his pants.
The entire class period went like this. Sam sitting at the lab desk trying to hide his erection, while Dalton would walk around and get the supplies they needed and do the writing. Whenever Dalton would drop off another tool or chemical they needed for the experiments, he would be sure to lean in close enough to give Sam’s earlobe a quick nibble before returning to his tasks as if nothing had happened.
Sam was going crazy. Dalton had kept him fully hard for almost the whole hour. Every time he thought he could start to calm down, Dalton would come by and edge him again. Sam had begun leaking already, too. He had never been one to have a lot of precum, but that seemed to change with his latest growth spurt. The wet spot on his leg was getting larger by the second.
Dalton and Sam were the last two students left in the lab. The teacher was just waiting for them to turn in their project so she could leave as well. Dalton finished the last little bit of the write up and was getting up to deliver it to the teacher. He gave Sam’s cock another playful squeeze, but was surprised by how wet it was. Dalton looked down and could see the large pool of pre forming on Sam’s leg.
Sam gave a silent whimper; his eyes were pleading with Dalton for release. Sam’s face had gotten paler than it normally was, and his cheeks were turning bright red. If Dalton didn’t know any better he would be afraid that Sam had a fever.
Dalton pulled his hand away. It was covered in Sam’s pre. Dalton said to Sam “Don’t worry, I’ll handle the clean up.” Dalton discretely licked his hand. Dalton was giving Sam the dirtiest bedroom eyes he could muster while he licked his hand clean. Sam could see what Dalton was doing perfectly, but the teacher was still completely in the dark. This somehow made Sam get even harder.
Dalton turned in the papers, and then went back to the lab. He began gathering up beakers and putting them in the bin to be cleaned; all except for one beaker. Sam wasn’t sure why Dalton would leave an empty beaker on the table, but he soon found out.
Dalton was moving the last burner off the table when he “accidentally” knocked over the last beaker. The beaker tipped over, but it was empty so nothing splashed out on anyone. Dalton yelled as if it had, though. “Oh, shit. Sorry dude.” Dalton grabbed Sam by the arm and lifted him up.
Sam instinctively jumped to his feet. He turned even paler white as the teacher looked over at him; the large pool of pre running down his leg. The teacher just turned to Dalton and asked “Which beaker was that?”
Dalton acted all flustered and confused. “I don’t know. One of the clear ones?”
The teacher shook her head. “That’s half the chemicals we worked with today. Are you familiar with exposure procedures?”
Sam just looked completely bewildered, but Dalton stepped in. “Leave it to me, ma’am. It’s my fault he got soaked anyway.”
The teacher nodded and turned to Sam. “I’ll leave you in Dalton’s care, unless you have any complaints.”
Sam was still a little confused, but he shook his head no. The teacher nodded to him and said “Dalton, help him quickly, we can’t risk prolonged exposure to the skin. I’ll leave you two alone and see to it you are left in private.” She then turned and left the lab.
Sam didn’t even have time to ask Dalton what he was up to because as soon as the door was shut Dalton planted a big kiss right on Sam’s lips. When they broke apart Dalton whispered lasciviously into Sam’s ear as he undid Sam’s belt. “You heard the lady. Off with them.”
Sam finally caught on. Dalton had faked a chemical spill so that Sam would have to strip and decontaminate. Ironically Sam was about to get a lot dirtier than he was before.
Dalton pulled Sam’s pants down around his legs. Sam’s impressive erection sprung free from its denim prison at last. Dalton was in awe of the huge cock that was standing rigid in front of his face. He could not hold back any more. Dalton began licking and sucking Sam’s cock as best he could while pulling off layer after layer of his own clothes.
Sam pulled off his own shirt while Dalton was stripping in front of him. Sam was too lost in his own lust to worry about the ramifications of what they were doing. Sam didn’t really even know this guy, but here they were, getting it on in the chemistry lab.
In a matter of seconds both boys were completely naked and were back to kissing each other. They were both very similar in height which made kissing a lot easier. Dalton pushed in closer and slipped his tongue in. Sam was taken off guard for a second, but then began using his tongue as well.
Dalton could feel Sam’s piercings brushing against his lips and tongue. He would also get a little taste of metal mixed in with Sam’s saliva as they continue to make out. Dalton was really getting into it and began to grind his cock into Sam’s. Dalton’s cock was quite thick for its length and so even though Sam’s dick was twice as long as Dalton’s it was just a little thicker.
Dalton couldn’t believe how long Sam’s cock was; it dwarfed his own. Sam’s dick was also still leaking pre. Dalton had never even managed to cum as much as Sam’s dick had already leaked, and Sam wasn’t even cumming yet. We’ll just have to fix that. Dalton thought to himself.
Dalton managed to slip out a few words in between kisses. “I need… your dick…” Dalton exclaimed breathlessly. He then broke away from Sam and walked back over to his bag. Dalton had a large messenger bag instead of a normal backpack. Dalton reached into the front pocket and pulled out a bottle. “I just bought this this morning. I never imagined I would be using it already.”
Sam could feel the cool, wet sensation spread across his cock as Dalton poured his lube right onto it. Dalton then returned to passionately kissing Sam while he guided them slowly to the floor. Once Sam was on the floor Dalton grabbed Sam’s cock and held it upright as he slowly brought his ass down on it.
Sam could feel it as Dalton’s ass slowly took in all of is long cock. Dalton’s hole sucked up inch after inch; showing no signs of slowing, until finally Dalton’s ass slapped up against Sam’s large, full balls.
Dalton couldn’t believe how deep it was in there. He had taken all of Sam’s dick easy enough, but this was by far the deepest he had ever been penetrated. He could feel Sam’s dick brushing against the sweet spot deep within him. Dalton began working his hips up and down; letting Sam’s cock slide in and out of him. Dalton could feel the urge to cum rising up inside him, but he still wasn’t fully recovered from last night. He managed to let loose one good, strong shot before he was completely spent again.
The sensation of Dalton’s ass swallowing all of Sam’s cock was beyond anything he could imagine. It was warm and slick, and tight. Add on to this the muscles at Dalton’s hole shifting and sucking as Dalton ride Sam’s shaft up and down. Sam was trying to hold back cumming to make this last as long as he could when he felt Dalton’s jizz splatter across his face. There wasn’t that much of it, and it was fairly clear and thin. Dalton had managed to get good distance though. Sam wiped Dalton’s cum off of his face with his fingers and then licked his fingers.
Sam wasn’t sure what he was expecting from Dalton’s cum, but he had to admit, the taste was not bad. It was salty and bitter, but much mellower than Sam had expected. It was a shame there was not all that much of it.
Sam was also getting really close to cumming as well. He wanted to hold back and keep going as long as he could. Even though Dalton had already gotten off he was still riding Sam’s dick like a champ. Sam watched as Dalton pumped up and down on his shaft; Dalton’s now soft dick was flopping up and down with him as he went. Sam just couldn’t take it any more.
Dalton could feel Sam tense up under him. He knew it was time, and judging by the size of Sam’s large, full balls this would be a shot to remember. Dalton could feel Sam cumming hard inside him. The warm spooge flooding his insides, and churning away as Dalton continued to ride Sam’s cock up and down. Dalton had expected Sam to slow down after two or three shots, but he continued to fire; shot after gooey shot.
Dalton was getting filled to capacity. He could feel the excess spooge leaking out of him even though Sam’s dick had plugged him up pretty tight, and yet Sam was still cumming. Dalton was loving the sensation and was starting to get hard again as he felt the warm froth leak out of him.
Sam watched in awe as his cum was spilling out of Dalton, but Dalton refused to even slow his pace. Dalton was obviously tiring at this point. His legs were shaking. His pace slowing, but he kept going. Dalton came again, but there was very little to show for it; just a little dribble as his dick spasmed.
After Dalton came the second time, he was just too tired to continue. He slowly lifted himself off of Sam’s still rock hard, and still spurting cock. Once Dalton had completely lifted himself off of Sam’s dick, all that pent up cum inside him started spilling out. There was a lot of it, too. Dalton could feel himself deflating as wave after wave of jizz flooded out his hole and down his legs.
Dalton couldn’t believe that Sam was still cumming, but sure enough, jets of cum were arcing through the air before him. Sam was making a mess of the lab and showing no signs of stopping. Dalton got down on his knees and began sucking the Sam’s cock; swallowing as much of the cum as he could. When he needed a breather he would pull back from Sam’s dick and let it spray all over his face and chest. Dalton wished more than anything that he could have Sam’s stamina and sheer volume of cum.
Finally Sam’s spurts began to slow down and then trickle to a stop. Dalton crawled up next to Sam and kissed him again on the lips. This time Dalton had a little something extra, for Sam, though.
As soon as they locked lips Sam could tell something was different. The taste was completely new. As Sam forced his tongue into Dalton’s mouth he quickly realized what it was. Dalton’s mouth was completely full of Sam’s cum.
Dalton returned the favor and pushed his tongue into Sam’s mouth. The two of them lay there for awhile letting their tongues rub against each other as the mixture of jizz and spit was blended and a foamy froth. Finally when both of them were tired, they broke the embrace and swallowed their halves of the blend.
Dalton got up and wiped as much of Sam’s cum off of his face and chest as he could with his boxers, and then shoved the boxers into his bag. The two boys dressed in relative silence, but one or the other would steal a quick kiss on the cheek when they thought they could get way with it.
Once they were fully dressed, they left the lab as inconspicuously as possible. School was long since over, and the halls were relatively deserted. As the two of them walked down the hallways, Sam finally worked up the nerve to speak.
“Was that a one time thing?” Sam asked. His aloof veneer had crumbled by now, and he was obviously nervous.
“It doesn’t have to be.” Dalton said as nonchalantly as he could manage. Dalton had to admit, he originally just wanted to have a quick one with Sam because of Sam’s huge cock, but now that they had done it, he was seeing a different side to Sam. Sam’s normally stoic appearance had faded, leaving a nervous and blushing kid. Dalton genuinely thought Sam was adorable. It had been a long time since Dalton had had anything other than a one night stand.
“So should we switch numbers or something?” Sam said while he fumbled through his bag for a piece of paper.
“I’ll do you one better.” Dalton said as he pulled out his phone and typed in it and then handed it to Sam. Sam could see that it was already set up for Sam to type in his own phone number into Dalton’s contact list. Sam gave the phone back and Dalton began typing again.
Sam’s phone buzzed and so he pulled it and checked it. He had a new message from a new number; he assumed this was Dalton. The message read “See ya later, sexy ;)”
Dalton could see Sam’s cheeks flush a little redder so he knew Sam was reading his message. Dalton brushed back Sam’s hair and kissed him on the forehead.
Sam looked back up to see Dalton backing away with his hand to the side of his head like a telephone as he mouthed “call me.”
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Despite the bizarrity of it all, today had been the best day Sam had had in recent memory. He might even go so far as to say it had been the best day of his life. He had made two of he best friends he could ever ask for and possibly even snagged a boyfriend in the process.
He wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about his now enormous wang, though. He was overjoyed at the first growth spurt or two; like any guy he had dreamed of maybe adding a few inches to his decent enough manhood but a few feet? This was too bizarre for him. What would Dalton say if he saw Sam sporting a three foot long cock? Sam wasn’t even sure if three foot was a decent estimate anymore. His dick seemed to still be swelling when he had dozed off earlier.
Sam was now mostly alert, but he did not want to wake up. Wherever he was he was just so comfortable. He could lay here forever and he would be content. Sam assumed he was in a bed or something. It was so warm and soft; far squishier than any mattress he had ever been on before. It definitely was not a water bed, either. Whatever this mattress was made out of, it seemed to generate its own soothing heat.
Sam had some sort of large pillow with him that was made out of he same substance. It was about as big around as he was. Sam hugged the pillow close as he continued to lay there. He couldn’t be sure how big it was, but he could feel it pressed tight against his tummy, and it ran stretched upwards enough that he could bury his face into it. He inhaled deeply as his face was pressed into the pillow; it had a distinctly salty smell to it. It almost smelled as if it was coated in sweat and cum. Sam wouldn’t be surprised if it was; probably everything in his room was. He’d have to wash it later, but for now he just wanted to hold it close and soak up the warmth and the aroma.
There was something on top of him, too; like a very heavy, thick blanket. It was incredibly heavy, but Sam didn’t feel like he was in any danger of being crushed; it made it very difficult to move, though. Good thing Sam had no intention of going anywhere anytime soon.
“I can’t believe he is still asleep.” Sam could hear Jake’s voice saying. Jake seemed so far away. It sounded like Jake was trying to keep his voice hushed, but still be audible from across the room. “Should we wake him up?”
“No, I want to see him figure it out.” came Tyler’s reply in a similarly shouted whisper.
Sam really didn’t want to listen to this right now. He dug his head deeper into the pillow, trying to muffle the voices. He had one ear pressed against his mattress and the other pressed into his pillow. Burying his head into the mattress really didn’t seem to help Sam muffle out the voices. It worked alright for blocking Tyler, but Sam could still hear Jake’s voice; more than hear it, in fact. Sam could feel Jake’s voice rumble through his mattress. “Oh, wow. That feels great. I should let him sleep here every night.”
Sam groaned in defeat as he gave up on sleep. It took Sam a second to process what he was seeing, once he opened his eyes. His supposed pillow was actually a giant cock. The tip of it reached well past Sam’s head, and it wasn’t even hard. It must be Jake’s. That would explain why Sam could hear his voice rumbling through the bed, and why Jake seemed to be enjoying Sam’s fidgeting. Sam chuckled to himself a bit. It really was comfortable sleeping with a giant dick pillow like this. Maybe he would let Dalton get to be this big, and that way Sam could snuggle up against his cock every night.
Sam gave his pillow a firm hug as a sort of thank you for the wonderful nap. He could feel the pressure around his cock as something was rubbing him; probably Tyler trying to get him off already. Sam wasn’t even fully awake yet and Tyler was already being a total horn dog. Sam could feel his pillow and his own cock buck in unison.
Wait. No way. Sam looked over his pillow in closer detail. The pasty white skin; the extra bit of skin sticking out past the tip… This was not Jake’s cock. This was his. Sam could feel his giant dick give a quick buck, almost as if to nod in agreement.
If Sam was now this big, how big were Jake and Tyler? Sam couldn’t help but feel like he was about to find out whether he wanted to or not. Sam tried to turn over so he could get a better look at his surroundings. Whatever was on top of him was just too heavy to allow him enough movement to get free. He managed to turn his neck enough to get a look at it, though.
Sam really felt like he shouldn’t be surprised to see another giant cock pinning him down. After all, that was about par for the course today, but the sight of it still took his breath away. It was huge. No, more than huge; absolutely gigantic. Sam suspected that if he stood up, it would still be taller than he was.
Sam boggled over this for a moment. The dick that was weighing him down had to be six feet across. Thinking back to the boys boasting about their thick dicks in the locker room and how they took pride in their cocks being five or six inches around. Sam was now pinned under one that was almost twenty feet around.
Sam couldn’t be sure whose dick this was. He hadn’t actually been paying enough attention during the day to identify his friends’ cocks based on how much of the head was showing past the foreskin. “Figured it out, have you?” Sam could head Tyler’s voice saying. The giant cock then began to surge back and forth over him. This was obviously Tyler’s dick, and Tyler was as horny and kinky as ever.
Sam could see the top of Tyler’s cock brushing against the ceiling as it rolled back and forth. This caused the skin to peel back and it slide over Sam’s head. Sam could only watch in awe as the fully exposed head of Tyler’s dick passed over top of him only a few inches from he eyes.
This didn’t make much sense to Sam. There was no way that Tyler’s dick was that much over six feet tall. It shouldn’t be hitting the ceiling. The ceiling in this room was a good fourteen feet off the ground. Sam felt a pit form in his stomach as he Jake laughed. Sam felt the laughter more than he heard it; the laughter reverberated through the mattress Sam was pinned against. “Haha. I’d say he has figured it out.”
Sam had been fast asleep on top of Jake’s colossal dick. A dick that was so big, that Sam could rest comfortably on it without fear of rolling off. It was about as wide as a King sized bed, and still soft. If Tyler’s six feet of cock plus Jake’s equaled a good fourteen feet then Jake’s dick must be eight feet in diameter.
Sam could feel Jake thrusting now, too. As his two friends became harder, Sam could feel himself being squeezed tighter and tighter between the two of them. It was becoming a little hard for him to breath. Fortunately, Tyler soon pulled his cock off from on top of Sam. “Getting a little cramped in here, don’t you think?” Sam heard Tyler say.
Sam was glad to be freed. He peeled himself off of Jake’s dick; Sam could see a bit of a red imprint of his body still pressed into Jakes cock as he rolled off. Sam hit the ground with a soggy thud. The carpet was still pretty damp and spongy from all the cum it had soaked up earlier. Sam could actually feel some of it ooze out between his fingers as he pushed himself back up. Sam shakily got to his feet. His dick was rock hard, and it stretched upwards a good foot or two past his head. His balls were now so massive that the rested heavily on the floor, even though Sam was standing fully upright.
Sam had really wished his friends couldn’t see him right now. It’s not just the fact that he was now feeling emasculated by his own penis, but also the fact that it was readily apparent to anyone who looked at him, that he was actually enjoying being sandwiched between his two buddies’ cocks.
“I told ya he’d love it.” came Tyler’s voice. “Time for phase two.”
Sam wasn’t sure he wanted to know what phase two entailed, but he knew he was about to find out anyway. He could feel the ground shake as both Jake and Tyler rolled over on their sides; their cocks flipping over in the process. Sam was now standing directly between the soft, sensitive undersides of his buddies’ dicks. Sam knew what was coming next and braced for impact. Sure enough, Jake and Tyler’s cocks collided, leaving Sam wedged in the middle.
Jake and Tyler began to grind against each other; and against Sam by extension. Fortunately for Sam, Jake and Tyler’s dicks were pretty slick from all the sweat and jizz they had accrued over the past hour or so. Sam could feel the cocks sliding across him back and forth. He was able to stand there and let the flesh wash over him, instead of getting rolled back and forth from the momentum flowing in opposite directions. He could especially feel Jake’s cock as it rubbed into the sensitive underside of his own dick.
Jake and Tyler thrusted harder and harder; digging in deeper and deeper. Finally Sam could feel Jake and Tyler’s thrusting grind to a halt as the both let loose. Sam could feel the flow of spooge pumping through the giant cocks. This finally put Sam over the edge as well as he joined them by gushing jizz upwards like a fountain. Sam could feel his spurts getting stronger as his balls grew larger and heavier; his shaft lengthening and thickening as well.
Jake seemed to be having a similar growth spurt, but on a much grander scale. Sam could feel the ever expanding wall of cock flesh roll over him as it expanded outwards, even after Jake had gone soft.
Once Jake seemed to stop expanding, Sam managed to pry himself out from under his friends’ massive dicks. Looking around the room he could already tell that both of them were far too large to fit back through the door. “Uh. Guys? How are going to get out of here?”
Jake and Tyler now realized that they had grown a bit too much; too much to be indoors anyway. Jake secretly wished he was growing outside so that he would have miles and miles of terrain in which to expand. Tyler was maybe a little more rational in his thinking that they might have to just keep growing until they broke themselves out of the room they were now trapped in.
“I like you guys and all, but I would prefer we not have to break out a wall to get you two out of here.” Sam said as he crawled over the sprawling mass of Tyler’s dick. He had an idea that would hopefully get them down enough in size to force them through the door. Sam didn’t really care if it hurt a little. They really should have thought of that before letting their cocks turn into something out of a Jules Verne novel.
Sam knew it was on the wall here somewhere… He’d have to clear a path to it, though. Sam placed is feet against the wall, and pushed his back against Tyler’s cock. Sam slowly and steadily managed to walk down the wall, while rolling Tyler’s massive girth away.
Sam found what he was looking for; or rather, it found him. Sam had misjudged his location by about a foot, and so he had stepped right onto the thermostat controls. It was an old, blocky model. It was actually the one from the house, but his dad had moved it out here when he upgraded the garage attic into a loft apartment. It didn’t hurt quite as bad as stepping on a Lego, but it still hurt like a sonnuvabitch.
“Sonnuvabitch” is actually exactly what Sam said when he found it. As well as a few extra choice expletive such as “Jesus shit balls” and “cock fucker.” That last one is really an interesting case of the pot calling the kettle black, considering the events in the nurse’s office.
Despite wishing severe harm to befall the infernal contraption that had assaulted his foot, Sam realized he was actually very lucky that the thermostat was in fact unharmed. Sam quickly spun the knob as far to the left as it would go, and almost instantly the fans roared to life. Jets or arctic cold air began to pump into the room. Clouds of mist wafted out of the vents as the moisture in the air began to coalesce.
The boys all got very cold very fast; especially their exposed junk. Their cocks and balls began to contract as their equipment tried to huddle in close to their bodies for any warmth it could find. Tyler’s dick had actually pulled in on itself so quickly that Sam lost his footing against the wall and landed flat on his ass with a dull, soggy, thud; at least the jizz pool was still nice and warm.
“Sammy, you’re a genius!” Tyler shouted with joy. His dick was now about half the size it was a minute ago and still shrinking down a bit.
Sam staggered to his feet, rubbing his sore ass. His dick was now just barely dragging across the ground as he was standing up; his balls had pulled back to almost his knees. “I figured the only way we would get out of here is with a little shrinkage. I gotta say, though. This is more than I expected.”
Their shrinkage slowed to a halt in a matter of minutes. Sam’s cock was now a little over knee length. Tyler’s cock was still several feet long, but at least it could fit through a door now. His balls were still so heavy that they dragged across the floor, but they were now only up to about his hips instead of being taller than he was. Jake’s dick was still a few feet longer than Tyler’s, but very easily small enough to clear the doorway. His nuts would be a bit of a problem, though; they barely touched the floor, but that was only due to their pouch holding them up far better than Jake’s or Sam’s did. Sizewise they were far larger than Tyler’s; each one the size of a large bean bag chair.
It was still bright and sunny outside, but not for long by the looks of the sun nearing the horizon. Sam went out the door first and ran to the garage to grab an extra sheet; they kept a bunch of sheet in the garage to cover their plants and pipes with if it ever got cold enough to freeze outside. After getting the sheet, he ran back inside and helped Tyler fashion a sling for his nuts so he could walk down the stairs without dragging his balls across the warped and splintery wooden steps. Once his sack was safe and secure, Tyler flung his dick over his shoulder and bounded down the stairs; he was very happy to still be able to move after all the growing he had just done.
After Tyler went down, Jake followed. Jake had to drape his dick over both shoulders to keep it from dragging on the ground, but at least his nuts didn’t run the risk of getting skewered with wood shards like Tyler’s had. Jake made it outside easy enough, but he was less pleased than Tyler was. He not so secretly missed his bus sized wang.
Sam turned off the AC and opened all the windows in his room before running back down to join the others; hopefully he could air out his room enough and get the smell a bit under control. Cleaning it was going to be a bitch and a half, though.
The three boys were now out in the open air, in broad daylight, bare ass naked. It was a good thing that Sam had no neighbors to speak of, but it still would have been very awkward if they were discovered, especially since they were all hung like horses and covered head to toe in spunk. It probably wouldn’t even be accurate to describe them as hung like horses, because even Sam, the smallest of the bunch, put any horse out there to shame.
Sam could see that his dad’s car was now in the driveway so he gestured for Jake and Tyler to quietly follow him around the back of the house. As soon as Jake and Tyler turned the corner Sam blasted them head on with an icy cold burst from the garden hose. The frigid water helped to knock off a little bit more of their girth. Tyler quickly charged over to Sam and playfully tackled him; losing his sheet in the process.
The three boys played around with hose, half washing all the spooge off themselves, and half roughhousing like kids. It felt great to just cut loose and have fun again. They were so caught up in their fun that none of them noticed Sam’s dad standing there.
They all dropped the hose and spun around when they heard the loud deep sound of a man clearing his throat. They all stood there awkwardly with their hands down at their sides. They all realized that it was pointless to even try and cover themselves at their massive sizes. Messing around with the icy water had knocked a few feet off of Jake and Tyler’s dicks and a few inches off of Sam’s, but they were all still far larger than average.
Sam’s dad was feeling an odd sense of vicarious pride upon seeing his son’s two foot long soft cock, but when he saw the other two he almost couldn’t even speak. His eyes were transfixed on Tyler’s immense balls. They were still so large that they dragged across the ground, and they were so heavy that they were sinking into the mud as he stood there.
Sam never could read his dad’s always stern expression. He was the kind of man who looked dark and brooding even when he was in a good mood. “Uh, hey dad. These are my friends Jake and Tyler.” Sam gestured to each as he named them.
Tyler raised his hand high and gave a hearty “’sup”. Tyler could tell that Sam’s dad was staring at his nuts and he was never one to shy away from a chance to show off.
Jake just kind of gave a nervous half smile and a weak wave as he stepped over his dick and kicked it behind him in a failed effort to stop drawing attention to his massive endowment. He was actually embarrassed that someone had seen him in such a puny reduced state. Just imagine if Sam’s dad had seen him at his former glory.
Sam’s dad nodded to each of them as they were introduced, but kept silent. Sam stepped forward and began speaking again. “We were just having a little fun and got carried away…”
His dad’s expression seemed to soften a little. “I was young once, too, you know. I’m just glad to see you smiling again.” Sam turned bright red and looked down at his feet. “Are you going to be staying the night?” Sam’s dad continued as he looked back and forth at his son’s friends.
Tyler shrugged and said “Well, I don’t see why not. There’s no homework, and it’s such a nice night out. Perfect for staying out under the stars, and there’s so much room to camp out here.”
Sam’s dad just nodded in thoughtful agreement. “Not a bad plan. I was thinking of picking up some pizza from town. I’ll leave you boys alone until I get back here with it.”
“Sure thing Mr. Sam’s dad!” Tyler exclaimed happily as he waved bye to Sam’s dad.
Once Sam’s dad was back inside Sam fell to his knees in the mud and began moaning “Oh god, I am never going to live this down.”
Tyler got down next to Sam and put his arm over Sam’s shoulder. “Why would you want to live this down? Did you see him? He was mad proud of you, bro.”
Sam turned and looked at Tyler. He didn’t speak, but gave Tyler a questioning look.
“No. I mean it. His little boy is cut and hung. What dad wouldn’t be proud? It makes him look good since you are so big.”
Sam managed a slight grin as his cheeks changed to a different shade of red. “Guess we better get camp set up while it is still light out, right?”
They all agreed. Sam led them to the garage where they had all the camping gear, and each of them took an armload of supplies. Within minutes they had a nice little camp set up in the back yard; they didn’t bother with a tent since it was so nice out.
Sam was sitting on his now unfurled bed roll. He leaned back and let out a long sigh. “Ugh. I needed that.” Jake and Tyler just watched in awe as Sam’s cock and balls swelled up and up. By the time it stopped each nut was the size of a medium sized boulder, and his cock stretched out for ten feet in front of him.
“How did you do that?” Jake asked.
“Hmm? Oh. It was kind of like I had been holding my breath for so long, and just finally got a chance to let it out.”
Jake nodded slowly. He had a very similar sensation going. His own dick and nuts were aching for release as well; as if he was holding them in like breath in his lungs. Jake relaxed his whole body and almost instantly his equipment began inflating. It continued to surge outwards in all directions as he sighed in relief.
When his growth stopped, Jake’s balls were now taller tan he was by a several feet. His massive dick was back to being about twelve feet in diameter and stretched out for thirty some feet. Tyler actually had to get up and move out of the way as the surging wall of cock swallowed his sleeping bag.
Once the growth stopped, Jake sat there trying to exhale all the air from his lungs. He would breathe in deep and exhale again and again until he got too dizzy to continue. Tyler couldn’t help but laugh. “Looks like you can only unleash to your former size. If you want to get bigger you’ll have to do it the old fashioned way.” Tyler said with a devious grin as he reached down and shook his cock.
Tyler had to admit that keeping his junk compressed like this was a little uncomfortable, so he too relaxed and let it all out. His cock and balls expanded rapidly as Jake’s had done. Tyler didn’t get quite as big as Jake had, but he was still plenty huge. His balls were far bigger than he was and his cock stretched out for almost thirty feet. Tyler had this urge to grief Jake by making himself even larger, but he was already quite a bit larger than he had ever wanted to be. Tyler made a mental note to save his growth power for if and when Jake was being an ass about being the biggest kid on the block.
Tyler started laughing again, and so Jake asked him what was up. Tyler looked over at Jake and Sam with a mischievous grin on his face. “Just think of what Sam’s dad will do when he sees us like this.”
Sam’s face turned completely white as he tried to scramble back to the house “Oh, shit! Help me get the hose!”
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Sam managed to slip into the locker room without being noticed. He was glad that the nurse’s office and the locker room were in the same wing of the school. Sam thought about that for a second, and realized it made a lot of sense; it seemed most likely that people would be injured during athletics than any other time.
Sam entered the locker room and gave a quick peek around. There was a PE class in session judging by all the full lockers, but there did not appear to be anyone actually here. Sam was glad that he was on one of the sport teams and so he had his own private locker. He typically used this locker to store his stuff between classes instead of his Standard issue school locker in the halls; both because these lockers were far larger and because it was not uncommon to get a free shot while changing out books.
Sam slipped his clothing into the locker and grabbed his toiletry basket. Sam was relieved to see that his clothes were relatively untouched by the cumsplosion he had been subjected to just a few minutes before. He also looked over at the clock on the wall and noticed that he had plenty of time before his next class. With a clean set of clothes and plenty of time to prepare, it seemed Sam would have no problem slipping back into class like nothing had even happened.
Sam balled up the sheet he was wearing and tossed it into the dirty laundry bin as he walked by and grabbed a fresh towel from the nearby shelf while he was at it. Sam didn’t even bother wrapping the towel around his waist like he normally did. It would just get dirty if he did that, and nobody was here to see him anyway. Although, Sam secretly wished someone would see him. He had had another growth spurt while he was being blasted by Tyler’s cum. Sam couldn’t tell how big he was exactly, but he could tell he was pretty large. Probably as large as Tyler was when Sam walked in on him yesterday.
Sam took a moment to run that through his mind, it was just yesterday that Sam had seen Tyler in the showers. In the span of one day he had worked up the nerve to talk to his long-time crush, found out his crush was already taken, and then had sex with him anyway. That’s not even mentioning the weird powers that Tyler had gained or the effects they had had on Sam.
Sam entered a stall and turned the water to full blast. He stood there under the torrent while he tried to process what all had happened in the last hour. Sam had been running almost solely off of hormones and adrenaline since he decided to step in and defend Jake. Sam still couldn’t really figure out how or why he acted like he had. Sam had never before actually hit someone; let alone break their face in. Sure, he had sparred in practice, but those were not real fights; everything was controlled and metered.
Sam tried to figure out why he had saved Jake. He should have been angry at Jake for winning Tyler’s affections, right? Instead Sam felt an affinity for Jake. Sam could tell how happy Tyler and Jake were, and Sam just wanted Tyler to be happy; even if it wasn’t with him. Sam remembered watching as Jake and Tyler had kissed. It simultaneously tore at his heart and overwhelmed him with joy.
When that bully took Tyler down with a cheep shot, all Sam felt was anger. Then when Biff had turned on Jake, Sam could see the shock, sorrow, and fear in Jake’s eyes. Sam knew that feeling all too well. It was at that moment that Sam bonded with Jake on an emotional level. In the span of a few seconds Jake had been unexpectedly outed and had to stand and face the unbridled rage of someone who was unwilling to accept him for who he was.
Sam realized that that was the moment that he knew he had to act. Sam had been in the same position before. The bullies themselves are not so bad. There are a few people who will always find reasons to hate someone else; no one is immune to bullies. Some will hate you because you are popular; others because you are not popular enough. Some will hate you for being short; others for being too tall. The thing that hurts the most is the crowd. The loneliest feeling is knowing that there are several people around, but none would ever lift a finger to help.
Sam washed off the layers of jizz while he continued to ponder. What would his life have been like if he had had friends like Jake and Tyler years ago? What would he be like now? Sam had mastered the art of hiding any sign of emotion from his face long ago. He didn’t understand his own emotions half the time, and he had decided he was better off keeping them hidden.
Tyler was different, though. Every thought was clearly visible on Tyler’s face. Tyler never hid what he was thinking, and actually thrived because of it. That is what had attracted Sam to Tyler in the first place. Sam rarely trusted anyone, but he felt that he could trust Tyler from the moment they met. Even after what had happened since yesterday, Sam was still glad he had opened up to Tyler and still trusted him.
Sam had wasted enough time in the shower. He had been clean for minutes, already. He was just standing under the flow because it helped calm him as he tried to sort through his thoughts.
Sam turned the handle; the stream quickly slowed to a trickle and then stopped completely. He grabbed his towel and dried himself thoroughly. He then began to tie the towel around his waste like he normally did but then had a better idea. Sam flung the towel over his shoulder instead and stepped out from behind the curtain with his newfound glory openly on display.
It was towards the end of the current class period, and so the locker room was packed with all the guys who were getting cleaned up after PE. Everyone stopped and stared at Sam as he walked over to his locker. Many of the boys immediately covered themselves up with whatever they had nearby; some out of a sense of inadequacy, but a few others to hide their growing erections.
Sam was loving the feeling of being the center of attention. For so long he had done whatever he could to try and just fit into the crowd. He never drew too much attention to himself if he could help it, but he might have to rethink that policy now.
Sam’s dick swung heavily with each step. It had to be well over a foot even though it was soft. His softball sized nuts also noticeably shifted in their saggy pouch with every step he took. Sam’s balls didn’t hang very low, but they always looked like they had a bit more skin than they really needed. At his new size this just made his package seem more impressive since the full size and shape of each of his nuts could be seen in great detail.
Once Sam got back to his locker he slipped his glasses on and then pulled out some styling cream. He used the little mirror in his locker to fix his hair as he stood completely named in a room full of guys. Out of the corner of his eyes, Sam could catch many of the guys trying to catch a glimpse of his glorious package. This filled him with a sense of pride, but he did not show any of it on his face.
Sam was enjoying all the attention, but he knew he was running out of time. He pulled out his clothes and began to put them on. His boxers were still too soaked to be usable so Sam slipped those back into the locker and began pulling on his tight jeans. There was an audible collective sigh of repressed desire as Sam’s firm ass and huge dick disappeared into the fabric of his pants.
Sam was a little surprised by just how tight his pants had become. He slipped his hand down the front of his pants and tried to adjust himself as best he could. He finally managed to slip both his dick and balls down his right pant leg. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but it would have to work. His pants were so tight that the outline of his large penis was perfectly visible to anyone who gave him even a passing glance.
Sam next slipped his shirt on and began to button it up when he heard his name over the PA. He didn’t even need to hear the last name to know they were calling for him. Even if he hadn’t been expecting to be called in to the principal’s office for awhile now it was obvious it was for him. To the best of his knowledge he was the only person currently enrolled named “Samwise.” Sam figured that would change soon enough. The children born after the Lord of the Rings movies were released would start entering high school soon enough. Sam was one of those rare few who were named for the character in the books.
Sam liked his name, even though he rarely went by the full version. When he was really young and the movies came out, he took a certain amount of pride in watching the character on the screen with his name save the day. Being named for a movie character also helped him meet new people, such as the boy who would be his best friend growing up.
Han was like Sam in a lot of ways. They were about the same age and had similar hobbies. They also both came from geeky families; as was probably obvious by their names. They did everything together, and when Han enrolled in Boy Scouts, Sam quickly did the same.
Sam was now fully dressed and had gathered up all the books he would need for his last class. He started walking to the principal’s office and continued reminiscing about bygone days. Sam was a very different person back then. He smiled a lot and laughed loudly. He trusted easily and forgave quickly. His face was an open book, and Sam willingly let everyone know how he felt.
If Sam still had any of the friends that he had had back then, he wondered what they would think of him now. Sam had to wonder, if he still had any of the friends he had had back then would he even be who he was today.
Sam arrived at the office and walked right on in. The secretary recognized him immediately and gestured for him to enter the next room. Sam could see the principal sitting at her desk with a police officer standing beside her. The officer nodded solemnly to Sam and the principal gestured to the chair in front of her desk.
Sam took the hint and sat down in the chair. “Now, Samwise. You know why you have been called in here, correct?” The principal began. Her voice was terse and stern.
Sam just nodded and said “Because I punched someone. Ma’am” Sam’s face remained completely emotionless.
The principal nodded and continued, “We have reports that you attacked another student; unprovoked. You admit to doing so, but you have an exemplary record so far. Something doesn’t add up. Why did you attack Graham?” Graham? That’s right. That was Biff’s real name. Tyler had begun calling him Biff to piss him off and it had caught on around school.
“He attacked my friends, ma’am.” Sam replied; as stoic as before.
“So you attacked him back, out of retaliation?”
“No, ma’am. I did it to protect my friends. One of them was already unconscious and he was going to hurt the other one.” This caught the officer’s interest.
“You say he was attacking your friends. Did they provoke him in some way?” The officer asked. Sam could tell that he had not heard this part of the story. The apparent victim was now becoming the suspect.
For the first time in the interrogation, Sam’s face changed a bit. He grew pensive, and he mulled over how to answer this question. “Not exactly, sir.”
The officer leaned in closer. “This is a yes or no question. Was Graham provoked?”
Sam’s face reverted to its previously blank look. “It’s not that simple, sir. Graham attacked my friends because they were kissing.”
The officer was catching on, and his face softened a bit. If things were going the way he thought they were, this case was about to get a lot more serious. “Tell me, what were the names of your friends?”
The principal began to tense up. She knew where this line of questioning was going as well. Sam responded “Jake and Tyler.”
The principal narrowed her gaze at Sam. What she had hoped to resolve as a simple schoolyard brawl was on the verge of becoming a serious legal issue. The officer turned to her and spoke, “You know what this means.” The principal nodded without speaking. “We will have to gather witnesses from the area, and we will need to review the security footage. These accusations are very serious.”
The officer turned back to Sam. “You are not in the clear yet, though. You still put that boy in the hospital. He has a broken nose and a concussion.”
Sam just shrugged, “It was a simple takedown, sir. I had to stop him before he could hurt anyone else, and that was the quickest way to incapacitate him. His nose will heal in a few weeks. He would have seriously hurt them had I not stepped in.”
The officer nodded. “We will review the footage. You are free to go for now, but if we find out you have not been honest with us we will bring you in again. Dismissed.”
Sam nodded to the officer, got up, and left the office. The secretary gave him a pass for class on his way out. As soon as Sam got out into the hallway his resolve cracked. He was terrified during that entire interrogation. He hoped he played it properly. Sam knew that
Biff was the one who was really at fault. Sam also knew that those who deserved to be caught rarely did. Sam walked slowly to his next class; giving his nerves time to settle before he got there.
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The car ride to Sam’s house got gradually less awkward as they went. Within the first five minutes of the trip Sam had decided that he would trust Jake, and that Jake was not actually secretly plotting to maim, wound, or otherwise physically or mentally destroy him. Sam was curious about why Jake seemed to not be upset at all, but he figured it was probably best that he not push the issue too much.
Sam, Jake, and Tyler spent the trip talking about all sorts of things; what shows they liked, which teachers and students they thought were hot, what they were looking forward to during the summer, and of course their newfound enhancements. Sam was quickly beginning to feel like part of the little group even though he was only managing to get a few scant words in here and there; even then his additions to the conversation were typically things like “Turn left here” or “Go straight through.”
Sam didn’t show it, but he was actually very excited. This was the first time he would be having friends over to his place in about a year now, maybe even longer. It’s not that he didn’t have friends. Well, he had a few friends who were more like amiable acquaintances. People at school he tolerated and would talk to during the down time to stave off loneliness for another day. Some of these he even rather liked and wouldn’t mind hanging out with outside of school, but it is hard to do stuff like this when you live as far out of town as Sam did.
Jake was pretty surprised to see how far away Sam lived. He thought for sure they had to be going the wrong way, but every time he asked, Sam just said to keep going. “We are way out here. I think we are officially within the Shelbyville city limits.” Jake said as he was checking out the surroundings. “Wouldn’t it be a lot closer to just to go school there?”
Sam pulled his knees up close to him and turned his gaze towards the floorboard. “I live well within that district, but I got special clearance to attend the school you guys go to.”
Tyler had the benefit of not needing to watch the road, unlike Jake, and so he could look at whoever was talking at the time. Now that he was getting to know Sam more, Tyler was getting much better at reading Sam’s expressions, or lack thereof. Sam’s face was generally emotionless, but his eyes tended to give him away. As they were all talking and joking Tyler could see a gleam in Sam’s eyes, a little sparkle of joy, that was slipping through Sam’s distant exterior.
When Sam mentioned switching school districts that glint dulled rapidly. Tyler saw this, but Jake could not. “It’s so far away, though? You don’t drive, so how do you get to class every day?” Jake asked.
Tyler reached over and gave Jake’s arm a light squeeze as a warning. Jake looked over at Tyler and could tell that something was wrong so he looked in the rearview mirror so he could see Sam. Sam had pulled his knees in even closer to himself.
“It’s no so bad.” said Sam. “I only have to walk a few miles to get to the closest bus stop, and my dad usually picks me up from school on the days when I have practice.” Sam managed to keep his voice steady, but now both Jake and Tyler knew that something was eating at him.
Tyler quickly changed the subject as best he could. “Yeah, kind of a shame we won’t be able to play our last game of the year. It’s just an exhibition match, though.” The tournament had been over for a while. Tyler’s team didn’t do very well this year. They didn’t even make it into the running, in fact.
Sam perked up a bit. “What do you mean we won’t be able to play?”
“Well, two of our best players are injured, and we don’t have enough secondaries to field a team anyway.” Tyler said.
“Two players? I guess Biff is injured, but who is the other one?” Sam hadn’t heard of anyone else being injured. The team did have one extra player, and so Biff could be easily replaced. Forfeiting seemed a little pointless.
“Me, of course.” Tyler said with a laugh. “You’ve seen what I’ve got between my legs. Could you imagine me trying to run around the field with my junk crammed into those uniforms?”
Sam tried to imagine Tyler running around in the uniform shorts. The shorts packed to capacity and then some; Tyler’s massive cock and balls obscenely spilling out over the edges as he ran around the field. The corner of Sam’s mouth raised upwards a bit, and his dick tried to do the same.
“That would be pretty silly. We would probably be barred from playing again.” Sam said.
“Either that or we’d have to start charging more for admission.” Tyler said with a laugh.
Sam liked being around Jake and Tyler. They made him feel welcome and at home even though he hadn’t known them very long; not well, anyway. Sam hoped that he could remain friends with them for a while to come.
Jake rounded yet another bend in the road, and then Sam spoke up. “That house up ahead is mine.” Sam pointed ahead, but it was unnecessary since there was only one house visible in the area. This was a very rural area and the houses were separated by several acres. The house itself was a fairly large two story house.
“Wow. You didn’t tell me your parents were loaded.” Tyler said in awe.
“We really aren’t that rich.” Sam explained. “It started as a small two bedroom place, but my dad has expanded it steadily over the years. He’s a builder. Well, a contractor, but he does stuff like this all the time. When he has extra money, and it is the slow season for house building he likes to upgrade our place. It’s a bit of a hobby of his, but between you and me, I think a lot of it is just to keep his workers employed during the off season.”
Jake pulled up the long driveway. At the end of the driveway was large, open, paved area sort of like a mini parking lot. There was a large garage there that was separate from the house. “Where’s a good spot to park?” Jake asked.
“Just pull up in front of the garage there. Don’t worry about blocking it in, it is too full of crap to get a car in there anyway.” Sam said while pointing over towards the garage doors.
Jake parked where Sam suggested and then they all got out of the car. “There’s no reason to go inside the actual house unless you guys want the grand tour. My place is actually up here.” Sam said while he walked around the side of the garage. On the side of the garage there were some wooden stairs that lead up to a second floor. Sam ran on ahead and unlocked it. “Welcome, to my humble abode.” Sam said while giving a cheesy flourish.
Jake and Tyler were both amazed by how big Sam’s room was. It was less of a room and more like a studio apartment. It was one large room, but there were little segments like a kitchen area, and a spot where Sam had his guitar and amp set up, and a corner of the room where Sam’s bed and dresser were. There was even a little restroom set up in the corner complete with a shower stall and a small closet where the toilet was. The tiny toilet room was only part separated by actual walls.
“Damn, I wish I had a pad like this.” Tyler exclaimed in amazement. “You sure you aren’t rich?” Jake was also very impressed, but he didn’t say anything; he just looked around with his jaw hanging open.
There were posters on the walls all over the room. Apparently band posters, but neither Jake nor Tyler had any idea who any of the people on them were. All the band members had very flashy outfits, though.
The room was very nice, clean, and well kept, except for one area which had a sewing machine and various bolts of cloth. Jake gestured over to this section and asked “Working on your needle-worker merit badge?”
Sam blushed a little, but he explained, “I’m not in the scouts anymore actually, but that’s a bit of a hobby of mine.” Sam gestured around the room at the posters. “I’m a bit of a fan of flashy outfits, specifically, rock bands; j-rock, k-pop, kvlt. The music is great, but half the fun is the costumes and artistry.”
“So you like Gaga?” Tyler chimed in. Sam just narrowed his eyes and glared at Tyler. “Sheesh. I guess not.”
“She’s… alright.” Sam replied slightly distant and thoughtfully. “It’s just that she is treated as being so original because of her flashy outfits that people forget about all the other good bands that came before her. People are so quick to forget about acts like Sergeant Pepper or Kiss.”
Tyler turned to Jake and silently mouthed “Sergeant Pepper?” Jake responded with an equally silent “The Beatles.” Tyler’s eyes got wide and his mouth opened into an “oh” shape as if he understood, but then he reverted back to his confused expression and shook his head. Jake just sighed and pressed his palm against his face.
“I have some already done… if you want to see.” Sam cut in.
Tyler thought Sam sounded a little nervous, and if Sam sounded a little nervous then that really meant he was super extra nervous. Sam obviously had never shown off his work before. “Sure. We’d love to see it.” Tyler responded with the most reassuring grin he could muster.
Sam just nodded. His cheeks were turning red and he began nervously chewing on the rings in his bottom lip. He walked over to where his sewing table was set up and opened the large wooden wardrobe right next to it. Sam pulled out a couple of outfits from it and began laying them out. One of the outfits was obviously black metal; lots of spikes and black leather. Each outfit had its own distinct style though; one of the others looked like French Renaissance era nobility, another looked like something out of Thriller.
“Wow. These are great. “Jake said in obvious amazement. “Did you use any form of template?
“Oh. No. I measured the pieces myself then cut them out and stitched them together.” Sam was trying to hide his joy. He was so excited that his new friends didn’t find his hobby weird and seemed to be genuinely impressed with his abilities. “Oh, and there is something else I have been working on. You could sort of say I was inspired last night.”
Sam went back to the desk that had his sewing equipment and opened up the door in the front. “Here we go.” Sam fished out a small, white clump of fabric. Sam began to explain, his face turning red again. “After my little… growth spurt yesterday, I kind of wanted to show off… I remembered seeing something like this online, and so I made my own.” Sam stammered a little bit at the end.
“Growth spurt yesterday?” Jake turned and gave Tyler a stern look.
“I swear, it’s not what you think.” It was Tyler’s turn to get flustered. “So after practice yesterday I kind of decided to spend some alone time in the shower, but I wasn’t as alone as I thought I was.”
Jake knew where this was going. He could picture it all clearly in his mind, and had to fight back the urge to just bust out laughing. Jake turned to Sam and said, “So let me guess. You were still in the showers, minding your own business, and then the next thing you know you are doused in mutagenic spooge?”
Sam’s face turned bright red and he looked down at his feet. He was nervously balling up the fabric in his hands. “Yes, sir.”
Jake lost it then. He was laughing so hard he was having trouble breathing. He could vividly imagine Sam standing there, completely confused as he was drenched in jizz as if he were on the bukake edition of an old Nickelodeon game show.
It took a few minutes, but Jake eventually managed to bring his laughter under control. As he stood there trying to regulate his breathing he gestured to Sam’s hands. “Heh. So what have you got there anyway? Haha”
Sam didn’t say anything and did all he could to avoid any eye contact, but he gripped the cloth by the waistband and let it fall open so that everyone could see. What he had in his hands was a fairly basic pair of briefs. Basic except for it had a large extra pouch in the front where most briefs were flat. “I felt I could use the extra room.”
Judging by the flush on Sam’s face Tyler figured there was more to it than that. Tyler was interested in finding out what exactly Sam wasn’t saying, but he also wanted to see if he could make Sam turn another shade of red. “Aren’t you going to model them for us?” Tyler asked with a devious grin on his face.
Sam’s face didn’t turn redder, per se, but it did go a couple shades whiter. The net result was that Sam’s flushed cheeks appeared even redder than before. This was still a victory in Tyler’s book.
Jake nudged Tyler harshly. He was a little upset with Tyler for tormenting Sam like this. Sam was already dangerously close to a nervous breakdown, and Tyler was just pushing him further. To Jake’s surprise, though, Sam actually cracked a smile.
“I could. I mean, if you’d like that.” Sam was trying to make eye contact with Tyler while speaking, but every time he would get close his eyes would dart back down to his feet.
“Look, don’t do it if you aren’t comfortable about it.” Jake was trying to reassure Sam, but he was being undermined by Tyler’s fist pumping and steady chant of “Do it! Do it! Do it!”
Sam grinned a little as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. If he was going to do this he was going to give them a show to remember. Sam was trying his hardest to remain calm, but his heart was pounding in his chest.
Both Jake and Tyler fell silent as Sam opened is shirt. They could both feel their massive dicks begin to stir awake. Jake had not expected Sam to be as cut as he was, but there was something else, too.
Sam could feel Jake and Tyler’s gazes upon him. It was making him extremely horny, but he also had this nagging feeling in the back of his mind that there was something he was forgetting. Sam draped his shirt over the back of the hair at his desk and then moved his hands toward his pants.
Sam made a brief detour to rub his own impressive bulge before beginning to work on his belt, but Tyler and Jake still seemed focused on his chest. As Sam looked down so he could take off his belt easier, he realized what he had forgotten. His chest was coated with dry, caked on jizz. Most of it was his, but there was a little there from Dalton as well.
“You’ve been busy this afternoon.” Tyler said with a sly wink. Sam just turned yet another shade of red.
Sam would just have to give them something to take their minds off the spooge on his chest, and it was coming out right now. Sam slide his tight jeans down his waist slowly, letting inch after inch of his long cock slowly reveal itself. Both Jake and Tyler forgot all about his chest; they were completely transfixed on Sam’s dick.
Sam quickly draped his jeans over the chair as well. While he was doing so Jake and Tyler got a clear view of his ass; it was just as chiseled as the rest of him. Jake and Tyler were both dangerously close to having full scale erections. The pain of Tyler’s cock trying to harden as it looped around him like a silly straw was too much for him and he quickly pulled off his shirt and kicked off his pants; allowing the behemoth to swell uninhibited.
Jake watched in awe as Tyler’s meat stretched upwards to the roof. Even Sam was a little shocked, and he had just seen it a few hours ago. It could just be the position, but it seemed like it might even be a little larger than it was in the nurse’s office.
Jake was a little uncertain what to do in this position. He had stripped in front of Tyler several times before, but he was generally a little more prudish around everyone else. Yet, he was the only one in the room not completely exposed, and so he felt a little silly. His dick was hurting a bit too, as it tried to fight its way upwards and rip its way out of its fabric prison.
Jake decided that there was no point in being bashful around these two and pulled off his clothes as well. As soon as he pulled that last bit of clothing off of his enormous cock, it sprung violently upwards. Jake instinctively grabbed it as it launched upwards like a catapult and was now face to face with his own giant cock head. Jake stared at it with fascination as he ran his hand across the head. This was the first time he had gotten a good look at it while hard since his last growth, and he was having a hard time believing that this was actually his.
Jake looked over at Tyler who had rolled his dick forward so that he could actually see around him. Tyler had stepped over his beanbag chair sized nuts and was straddling his own cock. Jake was… jealous? That’s the only word Jake could think of to explain his feeling. He wished that he was that large, larger even. Jake would love to be able to recline into his own warm, soft, giant balls.
Jake let go of his cock. It dropped so that it jutted out horizontally in front of him several feet, but at least Jake was mobile and could see around him. Jake enviously thought about how he would trade his mobility for a package like Tyler’s any day.
Sam was also getting very turned on by seeing his two friends and their massive dicks spread out in front of him, but he tried to keep his arousal in check long enough to finish his demonstration. Sam quickly slipped the custom fit briefs on and tried his best to get his inflating semi to fit. After a few quick adjustments Sam moved his hands away from his crotch and asked “So. How does it look?”
The briefs generally fit pretty well, and gave plenty of room in the front for those who were above averagely endowed. Unfortunately they were measured for Sam when he had about half a foot less meat to pack in than he currently did. The pouch was filled to capacity, and Sam’s cock was still swelling and hardening.
Jake and Tyler both looked with lust in their eyes. If anything the tight fit and the way that the pouch forced Sam’s junk forward instead of down just served to accentuate Sam’s package even more. Jake’s cock bucked a few times letting Sam know that Jake was really enjoying the show. Tyler’s mammoth dick dribbled a bit of pre on to the floor almost as if it was drooling lustfully from Sam’s display.
The lustful gazes Sam was getting from his two friends gave him a renewed sense of confidence. He already knew he was pretty fit, and now that he had a foot and a half schlong that could put almost anyone on the planet to shame, Sam was seriously considering a modeling career. Just thinking about all those people who wished they could be him. Sam would no longer be seen as second rate.
Sam’s dick was getting very hard by this point. It wasn’t fully erect yet, but it was pushing outwards against the pouch in Sam’s briefs; struggling for release. It pushed outward along the rim of pouch pushing harder and harder as it itself got harder and harder. The pants stretched as tight as they could.
Tyler couldn’t help but think of how the downward curvature of Sam’s massive dick pressing against the fabric made it look like he had the nose of Gonzo the Great strapped between his legs. Of course Tyler could not keep these thoughts to himself, and so he asked “Does it come in blue?”
Sam’s mind was too foggy to process the joke. He was too enraptured in the sensation of the fabric rubbing against his rapidly engorging cock. He could feel the stitching slowly begin to give, until there was no longer enough support to hold back his raging erection. With a loud rip, Sam’s impressive dick sprung loose from the underwear that was too small to hold him back. As Sam’s dick swung quickly swung upwards, it sent drops of pre arcing through the air; splattering Tyler with some of it.
After the initial wave of euphoria passed Sam realized that his two friends had just witnessed his dick burst out of his pants in much the same way that Bruce Banner burst out of his shirt. Sam was a little embarrassed, and very aroused. His cheeks flushed again, and he stood there awkwardly rubbing the side of his arm as his huge erection dribbled onto the floor in front of him.
Tyler’s lustful stare was quickly being overwritten by a devious gleam in his eyes. His mouth that was sagging open in awe and lust began to curve into a lascivious smirk. The new look that Tyler was giving him just made Sam hornier.
Jake also noticed Tyler’s change in demeanor. Whatever he was planning was no doubt going to be amazing.
“We’re all friends here.” Tyler said, leaning back a bit as he looked on with a smug grin. “All friends who just happen to all have the same problem. The only polite thing to do would be to help each other out.”
Sam and Jake looked at Tyler and then to each other. Was he suggesting a three way?
Tyler rubbed his cock and then gave both of them the sexiest wink he could muster. “Oh, don’t worry. There is plenty to go around.” Yes. He was suggesting a three way.
Sam walked straight over to the tip of Tyler’s cock and began licking and kissing it all over. “Whoa, now.” He could hear Tyler’s voice saying. “No need to start way over there when I have a seat saved for you already.”
Sam looked up at Tyler and could see Tyler patting his own balls in a gesture for Sam to come sit up there with him. Sam could barely process his surroundings, but it seemed like they were even bigger than before. The seductive grin on Tyler’s face made it impossible for Sam to argue, and he walked over to Tyler’s massive sack.
Tyler’s balls were enormous now; each one lying heavily on the ground like a boulder. They reached higher than Sam’s waist and seemed to be swelling a bit, still. Sam climbed up onto Tyler’s massive nut. It was warm, and soft, and round; like trying to climb over a large, foam insulated, water balloon.
Tyler scooted forward so he was now lying face down on his own cock. He turned is head so that he could see Sam and then reached back, placing a hand on each of his round, firm butt cheeks, and spread them wide. “You get the best seat in the house, Sammy”
Sam finished crawling over Tyler’s still expanding balls so that he was now positioned directly behind Tyler. “Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, shouldn’t I lube up first or something?” Sam really wanted to just plunge in balls deep, but let’s be reasonable here.
Tyler just waved at Jake. “Yo. Front left pocket of my pants. Pass it here.”
Jake rummaged through Tyler’s clothes and found what Tyler was looking for. “You took a bottle of lube with you to school?” He asked incredulously.
“I’m gonna start carrying that shit everywhere. Never know when you’ll need it.” Tyler tried to give a lascivious wink, but it came out as more of an awkward blink. His other eye was already shut, due to that side of his face being mashed into the side of his own cock.
Jake just gave a bemused sigh as he tossed the bottle to Sam. Sam quickly popped the top and began pouring it into Tyler’s hole. Tyler gave a quick gasp and then a sigh of relief as the cool liquid hit his sensitive skin and began seeping into the hole. “Jake, you’ll want to be in front of me for this.”
Jake was a little confused by what Tyler was up to. Tyler’s devious grin let Jake know that things were more than they appeared, and things appeared to be a lot already; a lot and steadily growing. Growing! It hit Jake like a ton of bricks. The rate growth seemed to increase steadily for him each dosage, and increased exponentially when Tyler was growing too. Jake had no idea what two max potency doses in a row would do to him, but he could not wait to find out. Jake almost came right then and there just from the anticipation of his coming growth spurt.
Tyler watched as Jake’s cock bucked a few times as Jake figured out what was going on. Jake quickly ran in front of Tyler’s slowly expanding cock. The tip was huge now; the diameter of it was roughly as tall as Jake’s torso. Jake lifted it up, and began working licking and kissing it everywhere he could. He could occasionally catch a taste of Sam’s saliva as he would cross over areas that Sam had worked on just a moment ago.
Tyler’s stream of pre was washing over Jake’s chest and streaming down his front. Jake could actually feel the warm tingle spread across his cock and balls as he prepared himself for the coming surge.
Jake tried to shift his position a bit to make it more comfortable for him. He wanted to be able to hold his ground for as long as possible and weather as much of the oncoming storm as he could. He wanted to take as much of Tyler’s cum at full strength as he could, so he could grow and grow. Jake got onto his knees and moved his own raging hardon so that Tyler’s was propped up on top of it. Jake’s dick created a ramp so that Tyler’s cock was pointed directly at Jake’s chest. This gave Jake more leverage and free up his arms so that he could use his hand to work over Tyler’s head even more.
Tyler felt like he was about to cum even before Sam slipped into him, but he managed to hold it in. Even after he felt slam slide his dick into his sensitive hole he held it in. Sam was able to slide in much easier than Jake had. In part because Sam was still smaller than Jake had been at the time, but also because Tyler was still so stretched out from the night before.
Tyler could feel Sam fill him up as Sam’s dick reached deeper and deeper. Sam kept rubbing up against that sensitive spot deep down inside of Tyler. Tyler could not hold it in any more. The sensation of being ridden so deep from behind while his cock was worked over from the front was just too much. Tyler collapsed onto his own shaft as he fired burst after burst into Jake’s chest.
Jake was not going to miss this chance for the world. He scooped up cum by the handfuls and drank it all as fast as he could. He could feel his stomach getting full, but he refused to slow down. The changes hit his body almost instantly. Jake could feel his cock swelling outward, reaching further and further down the length of Tyler’s own shaft. Jake had to get up off of his knees as his balls grew too large for him to comfortably straddle. Jake’s nuts quickly got too large for him to even stand behind, and he was lifted into the air; riding his rapidly swelling sack.
Jake could feel the head of his cock dig in to Tyler’s sack. He was now as large as Tyler and getting larger be the second. The tip of Tyler’s cock began to slip away as Jake’s shaft exceeded Tyler’s, but Jake was not going to let it end yet. Jake shifted his weight forward so he too was laying face down on his cock. Tyler’s cum continuing to wash over him, burst after burst.
Jake turned his head upward so that he was staring down the eye of the storm. Tyler’s slit was less than a foot away from Jake’s face. Jake could see the slit opening up for yet another shot. Jake forced his eyes to stay open as he watched to hot, sticky jet of white cum roaring at his face in slow motion. He wanted to take in every last millisecond as the spooge crashed against his glasses and took away his sight completely.
Sam could feel Tyler shifting beneath him. He looked up to see Tyler’s dick rising steadily higher off the ground, but Tyler had stopped growing by now. It was Jake’s dick growing under Tyler’s that was causing them both to lift up. Sam tried to keep his eyes open and watch as Jake grew larger and larger by the second; desperately trying to take in as much of Tyler’s cum as he could.
Sam was cumming hard as well by now, and the pleasure was coursing all through his body. He wanted to keep watching as Jake continued to be showered with jizz, but it was getting harder and harder for Sam to focus on anything as his orgasm got more and more intense.
Sam continued thrusting into Tyler again and again as he flooded Tyler’s insides with his cum. Sam came more than he had ever cum in his life; which is extra impressive with how much he had unloaded into the chemistry lab not even two hours ago. Sam fired deeply inside of Tyler until he could feel his own cum leaking out. There was no room left inside of Tyler, but still Sam kept firing and thrusting. Each time Sam pulled back, large gobs of cum would spill out of Tyler’s ass onto Sam’s balls and then dribble down to Tyler’s massive balls that Sam was riding. Sam was so mentally and physically exhausted that he was running on autopilot, but he refused to stop. It felt too good, and watching Jake’s manhood expand before him was making his even hornier.
As Jake got bigger, Tyler’s cock angled upwards at an increasingly steep angle. The blasts hitting Jake began to rain back down on top of Sam and Tyler. Sam could feel the cum soaking into him, as he himself began to grow. It wasn’t nearly as severe as Jake’s but it was still impressive. Jake could feel Tyler’s hole getting tighter by the second as he plunged deeper and deeper inside.
Jake had started cumming almost the exact second that Tyler’s first wave had hit him. He came again and again with each blast of Tyler’s jizz. Jake could feel each orgasm getting larger as stronger as his cock and balls continued to expand. Jake could not think about the after effect. He couldn’t care about how they were effectively destroying Sam’s room. He didn’t care about how he might never be able to walk again. All he wanted was to be showered in Tyler’s cream as he continued to grow.
Eventually all three of them began to slow down. Sam was the first to trickle to a stop as he passed out on top of Tyler; his cock still deep in Tyler’s ass. He could feel Tyler’s jets slow down as well as he felt Tyler’s body begin to convulse less and less underneath him. The steady rain of cum splashing down on top of them also slowed down.
After Jake’s glasses had been completely blotted out, he had just lain there on to of his cock as Tyler’s cum washed over him in waves. Jake had kept cumming from the growth. His mind was too far gone to process anything other than the warmth of Tyler’s jizz all around him, and the tingle of his own enormous cock and balls expanding beneath him. Jake passed out well before he had stopped cumming.
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Sam had not cried so hard in years. Not since his mom had died and maybe not even then. The aloof, stoic act had just become too much for him. Sam had bottled up all his feelings for the past year and had finally reached a breaking point. It wouldn’t really be fair to say that Sam wanted to shut himself off from others. He wanted to share his feelings, to get it all off his chest, but he did not know who to trust; Sam wasn’t even sure if he could ever trust anyone ever again.
Tyler was different. Tyler seemed to genuinely empathize with other people. He stood up to bullies. He was fun, outgoing, and kind to everyone he met; well, unless said person was picking on others. He was everything that Sam wished he could be. In a rare moment of unexpected courage and determination, Sam had managed to somewhat confess his feelings. Even though Tyler was unable to reciprocate, Sam was still glad he had done so.
Sam didn’t really want a lover. Well, he did, but he realized now that what he really needed was a friend. Sam had been on his own for far too long. Now that Sam had good friends, he could begin to come to terms with the fear and sense of betrayal that had plagued him for so long.
As Sam continued to sob he could feel Tyler’s warmth wash over him; Tyler’s strong arms holding him in close. Even Jake was offering up what support he could from his position by reassuringly patting Sam’s shoulder. Sam knew that it wasn’t going to be easy, but he also knew he wouldn’t be alone.
Sam slowly began to pull himself together. A sense of calm filled him, and he felt himself become at peace with himself for the first time in as long as he could remember; definitely the first time since he discovered he was gay.
Sam finally stopped crying and pushed himself away from Tyler’s embrace. He let out a weak laugh as he rubbed the tears from his eyes; his eyes were red and bleary. “I look like such a wuss, huh?”
Tyler quietly shook his head. Jake mirrored his sentiments, “You’re a lot stronger than I am. I don’t know if I could survive going through what you did.”
Tyler solemnly put his right hand over his heart and raised his left hand as if swearing an oath. “As your team captain I order you to come to us with any and all problems you may have. We will listen, advise, and/or kick the shit out of any homophobic asshat as deemed necessary. Harrumph!”
Jake echoed a hearty “Harrumph!” in agreement with Tyler. “Hey! I didn’t get a harrumph out of that guy!” Jake pointed jokingly at Sam.
Sam’s spirits were already much higher than they had been in ages; he was too busy laughing at the absurdity of Tyler’s solemn oath to give his response properly. “Ok. Ha-ha harrumph!”
Tyler locked his arm around Sam’s neck and dragged him in for a noogie. “You’re damn right harrumph!”
The three of them easily polished off both boxes of pizza over the next hour. During this time Sam had gotten to use Tyler’s cock-slide to go down and grab a pack of Cokes. Unfortunately, Tyler’s skin didn’t make for good slide material; it was too spongy and not at all slippery. Sam had tried to sit down and slide down it like he would a park slide, but after scooting two feet and still not getting any downward momentum, Sam gave up and just ran down it like a very squishy ramp.
The trip back up had been a bit of an ordeal as well. Not only was the footing very awkward, but Sam was trying to go up the ramp while trying to carry an open box of cans up with him. It also didn’t help that either the sensation of having Sam walk across his massive dick, or the sight of his colossal wang completely dwarfing Sam, or a combination of the two, seemed to be getting Tyler hard. Sam could feel the density and consistency of the ground beneath him begin to shift and change; the shaft would occasionally even give a little shudder.
Sam got back up to his perch beside Tyler. “’bout time, dude. I’m thirsty.” Tyler quickly reached into the box and grabbed a can; he wasted no time popping the tab. Warm Coke sprayed up into his face and onto his hands and chest. “Ugh. Great. Now I am all wet and sticky.”
“That’s getting to become a regular thing with you, isn’t it?” Jake chided.
“Maybe if Moby Dick here hadn’t been rocking all over the place, the cans wouldn’t have been all shook up.” Sam poked Tyler’s monstrous dick playfully while teasing Tyler.
“So I’m Moby Dick now?” Tyler pondered the new nickname with a bemused grin.
“Not you. Just him.” Sam replied while gesturing to Tyler’s jumbo cock.
“Bitch!” Tyler playfully shoved Sam and began laughing.
“Jerk!” Sam shoved back and also began laughing.
“Oooh! Do I get a nickname?” Jake asked, oddly excited about the prospects of naming his mammoth endowment.
“You look like a King Dong to me.” Tyler replied with a smirk.
Jake scrunched his face a bit. “Is this another one of you ‘Jake is hairy. Lol.’ jokes?”
“Actually I was thinking more along the lines of ‘T’was beauty what slayed the beast’.” Tyler then leaned in and planted a long, hot kiss on Jakes lips. When they finally broke apart Jake’s face was flushed and his eyes had begun to glaze over with lust. Tyler gave Jake a sexy wink and added as seductively as he could, “And if you play your cards right, I might let you climb my tower later.”
Sam could feel Jake’s cock inflate and harden beneath them. Oh great. Sam thought to himself. He wasn’t really keen on getting stuck between the two titanic members as they went at it again. Sam could feel his own dick begin to swell up and harden. Ok, so maybe he was a little keen. “Do me next!”
Tyler turned to face Sam. “With gusto!” He then pulled Sam in close and kissed his passionately as well.
Sam’s mind ground to an abrupt halt. He hadn’t expected Tyler to actually kiss him. Not that he minded, but right in front of Jake? Jake didn’t seem to be jealous. In fact he was laughing like a hyena. Probably due to the completely dazed expression that was now plastered onto Sam’s face. Sam slowly began to be able to formulate words again. “I… I actually just meant a nickname…. Wow.”
Jake and Tyler were both howling with laughter now. Sam’s face had frozen into an expressionless mask while his brain was buffering. It was obvious that Sam had enjoyed the kiss, though. It would be kind of hard to miss Sam’s own massive dick that was now rock hard and pointed straight upwards; extending a foot or two above Sam’s head.
“Ok. Ok. I got one.” Tyler managed to get his laughing under control enough to speak. “For our resident Black Belt, how about Hung Wei Lo?”
“Nah, man. I’ve got a better one.” Jake managed to say between laughs. “Long Dong Fuey!”
Sam managed to get enough control of his facial expressions to grin. “I can dig it, man.” Sam said in his best jive voice.
“Hey, Sammy. Think you can get down and grab the hose?” Tyler asked while giving is best puppy dog eyes.
Sam looked around. Tyler’s ramp was now closer to being a diving board as it reached the semi state and beyond. Sam didn’t think he’d have too much trouble navigating, even with his own large hardon interfering with his field of vision. “I don’t see why not. Want me to shrink you down?”
“Better shrink Jake down, while you’re at it. I need to get down.” Tyler predicted the annoyance and ire that would be coming from Jake at the mere mention of reducing him down to a more pedestrian size range. “It’s just for a minute, babe.” Tyler leaned in and gave Jake a quick kiss. Jake blushed a little, but continued to mutter to himself; albeit much more quietly.
Sam managed to get down to ground level pretty easily in spite of his own size and the trembling from Tyler’s over excited dick. Sam grabbed the hose and turned back to face Jake and Tyler. It looked like Tyler was whispering something to Jake, but Sam chose to ignore it. Those two were entitled to a little privacy now and then.
A devious grin crept onto Sam’s lips. He’d been hanging out with Tyler too long, it seemed. Just because he was going to give them a little privacy, didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to interrupt. Sam turned the hose full blast on Jake and Tyler. Their conversation was interrupted as their perch began to rapidly deflate.
Once Jake and Tyler had hit the ground, Jake shakily got to his feet and wiped the soaking wet hair out of his face. Jake turned and flipped Sam the bird, but his laughter made the gesture seem far less menacing. Sam responded by giving Jake a thumbs up. “Maybe later!” Sam replied with a grin.
Even at their much reduced sizes, Tyler and Jake were having difficulty moving around. They were both flying at well above half mast and getting harder by the second. Jake’s dick was standing up almost twice as tall as he was, and more than twice as thick. Tyler’s cock was a foot or two shorter than Jake’s but it was every bit as thick.
As Tyler and Jake slogged closer and closer to Sam, Sam could better see the looks of lust they were giving him. Sam felt like he was about to learn firsthand whatever it was that those two were whispering about a minute ago. Some part of Sam’s brain was urging him to get out of there, but Sam was just as horny as Jake and Tyler were.
Sam had been rock hard since before he climbed down from his perch atop Jake’s monumental schlong. Now his brain and his cock were screaming for release, and it seemed like Jake and Tyler were all too eager to give it to him.
Jake and Tyler walked up to Sam and stood on either side of him. “He really is cute, isn’t he?" Sam could hear Jake say. Sam could hear Jake and Tyler, but he could no longer see them. Their bodies had been completely eclipsed from Sam’s view by their own massive cocks.
Jake and Tyler continued to come closer and closer together; mashing Sam between their two colossal members. Sam could hear Tyler’s response, “Yes, he really is so adorable. I want to just kiss him all over.” Tyler’s dick began thrusting into Sam as he spoke; smashing Sam deeper into the side of Jake’s giant cock.
“I would love to do the same, but there seems to be something blocking the way…” Sam could hear Jake saying. Gee. I wonder what could possibly be in the way. Sam thought sarcastically to himself. Oddly enough, he could feel Jake pulling back from him.
Jake took a few steps back, all the while pushing his weight down onto his cock so that it would continue to push up against Sam. Jake managed to lower the tip of his cock down low enough so that it was now level with Sam’s head. Jake thrusted forward so that the tip of his cock was smushing up against Sam’s face.
The head of Jake’s cock was far larger than Sam’s head. Jake’s slit was more than twice as large as Sam’s mouth. Sam could barely process any of this though; he was too overcome by lust. The powerful scent of his two friend’s massive cocks slamming against him was intoxicating. Jake’s cock was smearing pre all over Sam’s face; the bitter, salty taste was just making Sam even hornier.
Sam turned his head and kissed Jake’s cock right on the lips. He kissed passionately and deeply; working his tongue in there as deep as he could. He could hear Jake moan with pleasure as he did so. When Sam finally broke apart for air, a long sticky strand of mixed saliva and pre still connected him to Jake’s cock.
“He’s a really good kisser.” Sam could hear Jake saying.
“Oh, yes.” Tyler replied as he shifted his own cock down. Sam soon had a giant dick slit mashed against either side of his face. Sam turned and kissed Tyler’s cock, but he made sure to massage the massive tip of Jake’s dick so that Jake wouldn’t feel left out.
As Sam rubbed along Jake’s dick, he was surprised by how easily his hand was able to slip into Jake’s slit. Sam could feel a buck of approval come from Jake’s cock as his hand slipped in. Realizing Jake must really enjoy the feeling, Sam pushed him arm in deeper.
Sam continued to kiss the tip of Tyler’s cock, but his mouth was no longer anywhere near the slit. Tyler had angled his cock even lower so that the tip was pushing into Sam’s chest. Even though Tyler was pointing to a much lower point on Sam’s body, Sam had no trouble finding spots on Tyler’s cock that he could easily reach with his lips. It soon became apparent to Sam why this was.
Tyler was letting himself expand to his full size. Sam could feel Tyler’s enormous dick pressing up against him and shoving him deeper and deeper into Jake’s cock. Sam felt his arm slip deeper and deeper as even his shoulder slid into Jake’s slit. Jake was growing, too. In a matter of seconds Sam was lifted off of the ground, and pinned between to gargantuan dicks. The mouths of the two cocks were almost as tall as Sam was.
Jake and Tyler began to slam their two cocks against each other; their slits mashing together; sliding up and down across each other. It was almost as if the cocks themselves were making out with each other. Sam was stuck there in the middle; being held in place by the wangular momentum.
Sam felt like he was getting a full body massage as his body was being pushed back and forth between his friends’ cocks. Almost his entire body was wedged into Jake and Tyler’s slits; only his head and cock poked out the top. Sam was completely drenched in pre; a lot of it was his own.
Jake and Tyler couldn’t believe how amazing this felt. Their massive dicks were grinding against the earth. At their current immense size, this sensation would have been more than enough to send either of them over the edge, but they also had the tips of their dicks pressed up against each other in a bizarrely, hot, sloppy, frot of dick kissing. The feeling of having each other’s dicks slide across the other, while smearing each other with pre, sent waves of pleasure up their gigantic cocks and through the rest of their body.
Add on top of all that, the feeling of having Sam squirming between them. They could both feel each little fidget of Sam’s body. Each twitch and shiver was amplified as it traveled through their colossal cocks. Each shudder of passion and pleasure from Sam’s body seemed to resonate deep within their balls.
Jake and Tyler couldn’t hold themselves back anymore; they came in unison. Sam was stuck in between them; buffeted back and forth and waves of cum broke against him. He came hard as well, but his own huge spurts were easily lost in the absolutely massive geysers of spooge firing on either side of him. Sam dug in as best as he could at the opening of both caves. He dug in with one arm and one leg in either cock as he braced for against the onslaught of jizz.
As he was continually buffeted with cum, Sam could feel his own sizeable endowment stretching and lengthening; his balls grew fuller and heavier, even as they continued to be perpetually drained by a salvo of spunk.
Sam could also feel his footing giving way inside of Jake’s colossal chasm. Jake’s dick was also swelling, causing his slit to widen and loosen as it did so. The torrent of jizz from Jake’s cock slowed to a trickle, but Tyler was still firing on all eight cylinders; well, one cylinder and two spheres.
It took every ounce of self control that Jake could muster to stop cumming. He felt like he could go on for hours if he was left to is own devices, but he had to trust in Tyler’s plan. Jake wanted to cum so bad, though; especially now that he could feel his cock and balls expanding past their previous levels. Jake knew that he was setting himself up for the most amazing cumshot of all time.
Sam could feel the last vestiges of his grip slip away as the inside of Jake’s cock grew too large and too loose for Sam to find decent purchase. Sam spun around, quickly and tried to dig in with both arms and legs on Tyler’s cock. He immediately realized how bad of an idea this was as he was blasted full on, square in the chest by a torrential burst of spooge. Sam felt as if everything was happening around him in slow motion as he was launched backwards and fell through the Veil. Sam saw the last bits of light fade as he fell back into the abyss.
It was too dark for Sam to really see where he was; his glasses were too coated with jizz to see even if there had been any light. All Sam could tell was that he was someplace dark, and dank, and warm. Sam was lying flat on his back; trying to make sense of where he was and trying to catch his breath. Wherever he was, he was sliding deeper in. Wave after wave of Tyler’s spooge was flowing in around him; pushing Sam deeper and deeper in.
Sam couldn’t stand up in his current position. It seemed like Sam would have had enough room to stand up without hitting his head, but he was still rock hard. His dick now had to be at least six feet, maybe a little larger. It was sticking out well past Sam’s head; he’d need a few more feet of clearance if he was going to be able to stand up, properly. Sam wasn’t terrible worried about getting up, anyway. Wherever he was, he was comfortable. The ground was warm and soft beneath him. The steady waves of cum washing over him were therapeutic, like taking a warm bath. Sam just laid there taking in the smell and the warmth of it all; the whole place smelled like sex and jizz. More so even than Sam would have expected; even with all of Tyler’s spunk clogging up the place.
Sam drifted lazily along on the river of cum. Every so often he would scoop up a handful and drink from it. Tyler’s spunk was as bitter as ever, but Sam had quickly grown accustomed to it. More than the taste, Sam loved the warm gooey feeling of the cream slowly trickling down his throat and warming him up from the inside.
Jake was going insane now. He had by some miracle managed to keep himself from cumming for this long, even though he could feel Tyler pumping gallons of spooge directly into his own cock. Jake just wanted to scream out of unbridled pleasure and sexual frustration. Jake could feel the warmth of Tyler’s cum filling up his cock, but there was something else, too. There was something inside of him. As Jake came to the shocking realization his balls clenched up. There was no way Jake could hold it in anymore now that he realized that he had Sam floating around deep inside his monolithic dick.
Sam could feel the cavern around him spasm and convulse. The flow of cum from Tyler had stopped altogether. Something was coming. No. Something was cumming. Sam realized as it finally clicked exactly where he was. He had been floating lazily, deeper and deeper into Jake’s cock this whole time. It was so dark that Sam could not tell how far in he was, but when Jake finally blew, it was going to be beyond anything Sam could imagine. Sam did the one thing he could think of. He curled himself into a ball and latched onto his own raging hardon for support.
Jake came hard. It wasn’t short spurts this time; it was one solid stream of hot jizz that launched through the air. The ability to perform even the most basic thoughts vanished from Jake’s mind as he was wracked by the most mind blowing, explosive orgasm he had ever had in the history of his life.
Sam could feel the rushing surge crash into him like a ton of bricks. He was instantly lifted up and propelled trough the tunnel at insane speeds. The part of Sam’s brain that was not either too horny to think, or too afraid of a painful death at the end of the tunnel was actually really enjoying the ride. It was like going down a water slide, only uphill… at mach three.
Sam felt the cool air crash against his wet, naked, flesh as he finally cleared Jake’s dick. He flew through the air and hit the ground at high speeds. Fortunately the angle was shallow enough hat instead of crashing splat into the ground, Sam slid across the ground for a good distance before slowly coasting to a stop. It was fun. Kind of like a Slip n’ Slide only made out of mud and cum instead of plastic and water.
Sam just laid there for a bit trying to catch his breath. It was a lot harder to do than it should have been because he was laughing like a lunatic as well as cumming like a fire hose. As Sam finally managed to bring his giggling and convulsing under control, he lay there for awhile longer; hiccupping and trying to catch his breath, as wave after wave of warm spunk washed over him from Jake’s mountainous jizz geyser that was still flooding Sam’s back yard.
Tyler shakily walked over to Jake’s enormous dick as Jake feebly gave his last spurt. Something in the last drizzle of jizz had caught Tyler’s eye. As Tyler rummaged through the muck he soon found what he was looking for. Tyler slogged through the marshland of spooge and helped Sam get to his feet. “Here. You might be needing these.” Tyler said to Sam as he handed Sam a small white clump of spooge, glass, and plastic.
Sam wiped it off and discovered that Tyler had found his glasses. They were thoroughly coated in spunk, but generally intact. Sam absentmindedly slipped the glasses on, even though there was no way he could see anything with them as they were. Sam didn’t even look human anymore; he was so covered in mud and cum.
Tyler just broke out laughing from looking at the gooey cumbeast that was his friend, Sam. Sam couldn’t even imagine how he must look, but Tyler’s laughter was infectious. Within moments they were both on the ground laughing while Jake just moaned in pleasure. Still reeling from the ground shattering orgasm he had just had.
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Jake did not know anything about his savior other than he was apparently a friend of Tyler’s. Jake had to admit, that this guy was pretty cute. There was something fascinating about him. It wasn’t just his slight features. Everything about him seemed to have a jarring contrast to it. His skin was extremely fair, but his hair was jet black. His pupils were a deep shade of brown, giving his eyes the appearance of being solid black, too. His choice in clothing showed that he was well aware of the dichotomy. Every article of clothing on him was either bright white or dark black.
He seemed far stronger than his build would indicate. He was shorter than Jake and looked every bit as slim, but he had just easily kicked the school bully’s ass. He also seemed to be carrying the greater half of Tyler’s weight as the two of them carried Tyler to the nurse’s office.
Tyler had stopped heaving and seemed to be recovering quickly, but he was still obviously in a lot of pain. Jake hated seeing Tyler like this and wished there was more he could do. Jake actually, wasn’t even sure if moving Tyler to the nurse’s office was the best course of action, but the other guy seemed to know what he was doing and so Jake figured he would follow along.
Jake was really curious about who their hero was, but he was too out of shape to talk and carry Tyler at he same time. Maybe he would actually take Tyler up on his offers to help him weight train at the gym after this; assuming they could still go to the gym anymore. Jake could only imagine the stares they would get trying to work out with their massive bulges being on display through their sweat pants; not to mention the looks they would get in the locker room. Jake wouldn’t feel comfortable in a setting like that, but he knew that Tyler would love it.
Finally they arrived at the office. Just in time, too, because Jake was getting too tired to hold up Tyler. They laid Tyler down on one of the beds in the room. There were two beds in the nurse’s office, and each bed was sectioned off by a curtain that could be pulled up around it. These beds were actually little more than cots, but they served their purpose just fine.
By now Tyler was mostly coherent and able to move. “That was such a cheap shot. I woulda kicked his ass if he had faced me like a man.” Tyler winced a bit as he propped himself up on his elbows. “Seriously, what kind of guy gives another guy a shot in the pills? Even in the bully handbook that is taboo.”
Tyler looked around and took a quick stock of his surroundings. He could immediately tell that Jake was visibly shaken. “Are you alright? Biff didn’t hurt you, did he?” Tyler asked; obviously concerned.
“No. He never had the chance. Someone else stepped in and took Biff down.” Jake looked a little uneasy. “I actually don’t even know who he is. He just stepped in at the last second and saved me.”
Tyler could tell that Jake was beating himself up for not asking the guy’s name, but Tyler had been around Jake long enough to know that it takes Jake a long time to work his way up to talking to someone knew; especially in such a stressful circumstance. “Well, where is he? I want to thank him.” Jake asked while trying to look around the room.
Just then the other guy stepped out from behind the other curtain. He had a bunch of ice packs in his arms. “Right here.” He responded “I was just getting some ice. You’re probably going to need it.”
Tyler looked at who it was and his jaw dropped. “…. Sammy!?”
Sam was pretty amused by Tyler’s reaction, but he didn’t let any of it show on his face. He just raised an eyebrow questioningly and said, “You’re welcome, by the way.”
Jake quickly jumped in. “You should have seen him! He dropped that bully in like, one hit!” Jake exclaimed while punching the air for emphasis. Tyler could tell that Jake had accepted Sam. Jake was always one of those people who would sit on the sidelines and study someone until he decided that he liked the person. Jake had done this to other people before. He would give them the silent treatment for weeks; watching them; studying them. Then one day he would greet them as if they had been friends forever.
Sam was obviously confused by Jake’s complete 180, but he responded as calmly as possible, “Well, it was technically a three hit maneuver, but yeah. He went down pretty fast.”
Tyler was shocked. “You took him down that easily? He’s a linebacker!”
Sam just shrugged and replied “And I’m a black belt.”
Tyler was laughing now. “Well, you are built like Bruce Lee. Man, I wish I could have seen it. What was the look on his face like when you kicked his ass?”
Sam just shrugged and said “He was screaming in pain while clutching the shattered remnants of his nose.”
Tyler stopped laughing abruptly. “Shit, dude, remind me not to piss you off.” Tyler then pointed to the pouches that Sam had in his hands. “What’s with the ice?”
“It’s for you, obviously. You should put this over where you were hit. It’ll help the swelling,” He then turned to Jake and nodded towards the door. “You can get back to class now; I can handle it from here.”
Jake felt that he could trust Sam, but he was not sure how he felt about leaving Tyler in his current state. Jake also didn’t feel further inconveniencing Sam; especially after he had already done so much for them. “You really don’t need to do that. I can stay here with Tyler just as easily.”
Same set the ice packs down and then held up the Boy Scout hand sign. “I have basic first aid training. I would be much better at helping out in case of any complications.” Sam then relaxed a bit. “And, besides, I just put a guy in the hospital. There police will come here, and Tyler and I will both have to give statements. You were just a bystander and are free to go.”
Jake looked pleadingly at Tyler. Tyler just nodded in agreement. “He’s right, you know. Go on. I’ll be fine.” Tyler gave Jake a reassuring smile and made some shooing gestures at him. “Your lunch period will be over soon, and we both know you can’t be late for your next class. You have to give that presentation in Bio, right?”
Jake sighed in defeat. He knew Tyler was right. He didn’t know anything about first aid, he wasn’t needed for the testimonies, and he could not afford to miss his next class. He still felt terrible about leaving Tyler, but he at least knew he was leaving Tyler in capable hands. “Fine, but I’ll be back to check on you right after my next class.” Jake got to the door and just sort of stood there looking unsure.
“Just go. There is no reason to worry about me.” Tyler reassured Jake as best he could. He even had the most reassuring smile he could muster. It seemed to work because Jake opened the door and slowly slipped out. Sam and Tyler waited in silence for a moment while they waited for Jake to get far enough away.
Tyler broke the silence. “You’re mad at me, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about. “ Sam replied. His face was completely unreadable. “You’ll need to take your pants off. The ice packs won’t do any good through that thick fabric, and we’ll need to see how bad the swelling is.”
“Oh, there’s going to be a lot of swelling alright.” Tyler said with a smug grin, but he could see that Sam was still not showing any emotion. “Look, I’m sorry. I know you were trying to ask me out yesterday. I know it looks like I lead you on, but I really didn’t intend for that.”
Sam just raised an eyebrow questioningly, but kept the rest of his face emotionless. “You say you weren’t leading me on, but you show up at school today claiming to have a boyfriend? How exactly does that work?”
Tyler sighed; he knew Sam had a point. “It sort of happened pretty fast. Jake and I have been best friends pretty much our entire lives, and between you and me, I have had the biggest crush on him for years. We kind of accidentally confessed to having mutual crushes last night, and it took off from there.” Tyler gave Sam the biggest, most soulful puppy eyes he could manage as he pleaded with Sam for his understanding.
Sam’s expression softened a bit. “I know what it’s like to have a long time crush on someone… I am not as lucky as you are, though.” Tyler could see Sam’s eyes begin to glisten. Sam was fighting back tears, but his face didn’t show it.
Tyler was feeling terrible. He had never meant to hurt anyone, but it was clear he had. “I’m sorry. I really am. I never thought about what this would be like for you, but the fact is I love Jake. It’s not even a crush anymore. I honestly love him, and I want to be with him. I realize now that I shouldn’t have even been flirting with you while I was hoping to get with Jake. Even if we had begun dating, it wouldn’t be fair to you. I never should have put you in a position where you would be the consolation prize.”
Sam just shook his head. He knew that he really shouldn’t blame Tyler. He wasn’t even mad, actually; just heartbroken and a little hurt. Sam knew how crazy Jake and Tyler were for each other when he saw them kiss. Sam’s heart ached, and he longed for someone to love him like that. Sam worked up the nerve to respond. Finally he managed to say “I completely understand how you feel, and I am not mad at you. I forgive you, but it still hurts a bit.”
“Thanks. We can still be friends, though, right?” Tyler tried to give a reassuring smile and extended his hand to Sam.
Sam smiled back nodded. He then reached for Tyler’s hand and they shook on it. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
“Great!” Tyler responded. He was glad that he could still be friends with Sam, but he wished there was more he could do. “I’m going to help you in any way I can. You deserve someone who loves you as much as you love him…? Her..?” Tyler faltered a bit on the last bit, and tilted his head looking a little confused.
Sam picked up on this and smiled back at Tyler. “Him. I’m strictly dickly as they say.” Sam then reached back and picked up the ice packs. “These are melting fast. Come on, off with them.” Sam nodded towards Tyler’s pants.
Tyler face reddened a little bit. “Uh, I really don’t think that’s necessary. I feel completely fine. I don’t even hurt anymore.” Tyler sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed to demonstrate.
“You still need to take them off. The ice will help, and you got hit really hard. You probably will have a bit of swelling.”
Tyler was a bit uneasy. He wasn’t sure what to do in this situation. On one hand he wasn’t particularly modest, but on the other he wasn’t sure how he felt about whipping out the behemoth in school. Especially since Sam had just seem it yesterday at a fraction of its current size. This was one of the few times that Tyler did not want to draw attention to himself. “Well. I am kind of commando today.”
“That’s fine. It’ll make it easier to see how badly you are hurt, and it’s not like I haven’t already seen it.”
“Tyler stood up, and began undoing his belt buckle. “Oh, you haven’t seen it like this, though.” Tyler pulled his pants down, slowly revealing foot after foot of his monster. Sam just stared in shock and awe. After Tyler removed his pants he pulled his shirt off too, so that Sam could see the excess cock wrapped around Tyler’s torso. “You could say there is a bit of swelling.”
Sam was too shocked to say anything at first. Finally he managed to ask “How is that possible?”
“Well the short version is I have the ability make my junk grow. It’s also kind of contagious, as you also probably noticed.” Tyler then gestures to the very noticeable bulge in Sam’s pants. Sam was getting hard from the spectacle, and his footlong was struggling to burst free.
Sam tried to shake the lust out of his mind. Given the size of Tyler’s balls and the sheer force of the kick he was given, how was Tyler seemingly fine already? He should be bruised or something. “You don’t have a mark on you. You did get kicked, right?”
“Yeah. Very, very hard, too. I have a theory, though. You see, I’m not just bigger, I am also a bit more… shall we say, virile. I can cum near endless because my nuts refill instantly.” Tyler could see Sam’s tent rising higher and higher; his cock was struggling to bust free from the fabric. He could also see the growing lust in Sam’s eyes, and the deepening red in his cheeks. “You’ve felt it already, haven’t you?”
Sam had felt it already. Last night, after he got home he had had time to really check out his upgraded tool. Sam knew it had grown; almost doubled in size, even, but he didn’t know how it had happened until now.
Sam was so amazed by his new endowment that he just had to test it out. He had spent hours last night just jacking off. His dick never tired and he never ran out of cum to shoot. Sam had never been more content after jacking off than he had been last night. It was like he had fifteen afterglows going at the same time.
Tyler continued his explanation. “I think that whatever causes my balls to refill so fast also makes them heal near instantly. The cramping in my stomach actually took a lot longer to fade than the pain in my nuts.”
Sam didn’t actually care about the how or why anymore. The more Tyler talked about his nuts the more Sam’s eyes fixated on his huge, saggy balls. Sam wanted nothing more than the make love to Tyler’s mammoth cock. Sam didn’t care that it was larger than he was; if anything that just made him hornier.
Tyler could see Sam’s lust growing, and it made him hard, too. Tyler could feel his dick inflating rapidly, and so he untangled his hose from his body and let it sprawl out before him.
Same watched as Tyler’s dick sprung to life. It inflated before him like a portable bounce castle. Sam could feel the wetness soak through his boxers and begin to spread on the front of his jeans.
Tyler was enjoying the looks that Sam was giving him. Tyler hopped back onto the bed, allowing his balls to dangle over to edge. The weight of his nuts pulled down on his giant cock caused it to dip lower. The tip of Tyler’s dick was now pointed squarely at Sam’s chest.
Sam couldn’t help himself anymore; he had to have that cock. Sam quickly began peeling off his clothes. He threw them over the curtain into the neighboring patient are. He was quickly down to nothing but his boxers. The boxers were soaked clear through; Sam’s cock was easily visible through the soggy, white fabric. In a matter of second, the boxers were pulled off and flung over the curtain, too.
Sam stood there completely naked. Tyler could see that Sam had absolutely no hair anywhere below his head. This just accentuated the sleek muscles of Sam’s lithe build.
Sam was rock hard and dribbling a steady stream of pre. Tyler was also starting to drip from the strip show. Sam got down on his knees and began to make out with the head of Tyler’s cock. The head was huge, far bigger than even Sam’s head. Even the slit was bigger than Sam’s mouth.
Sam thought the slit looked a lot like a mouth in many ways. He tilted his head and planted a long sloppy kiss right onto the mouth of Tyler’s cock. Tyler’s cock seemed to kiss back. Sam could taste Tyler’s pre slosh back and forth with his saliva. Sam worked his tongue in as deep as he could as he gave Tyler a deep, sensual, French kiss.
Tyler could feel Sam’s tongue really digging in there. The sensation was amazing. Not only was Sam’s tongue massaging the inside of his slit, but Sam had a hand on either side of the head rolling his foreskin back and forth. Tyler already felt like he was going to lose it, but Sam backed off.
Tyler opened his eyes and pleaded silently with Sam to continue. Sam was getting back to his feet. The look on Sam’s face was so horny, so devious, that Tyler was getting harder just looking at it. Whatever he was thinking Tyler knew he wanted in on it.
Sam patted the tip of Tyler’s cock like he would pet the head of the dog. “Your friend he seems to really like me. I think maybe it wants to take things to the next level. What do you say?” Tyler just nodded dumbfounded. “I knew you’d see it my way.” Sam said as he pushed down on the tip of Tyler’s dick.
Sam managed to get Tyler’s cock level with his hips. He held the cock down with his left hand while he grabbed his own with his right. Sam guided his cock into Tyler’s slit. Sam’s whole dick easily slid into Tyler’s massive canal.
Sam then began to trust his hips back and forth. Each trust he slammed his dick inside of Tyler’s; burying himself in up to his balls and then pulled back out. Sam was so turned on by the scenario that he starting cumming after only the third thrust.
Tyler could feel Sam’s long, thin dick buried deep inside his cock. Tyler had to admit it felt pretty good. Not only was Sam’s dick massaging the inner lining of Tyler’s own cock, but Sam’s hands were gripping the sides of Tyler’s monster cock as well.
Tyler then felt a new sensation; Sam was cumming inside of him. He could feel the jet after jet of warm jizz stream down the inside of his cock. The warm, gooey sensation permeated down to the very base of his cock. Tyler lost it then, he began cumming hard, too.
Tyler began firing hard, but Sam would not pull out. The sprays broke against Sam’s cock and then splashed outwards against his cleanly shaven pubic area and balls. Tyler could feel the pressure building up inside of his shaft. It was a whole new experience for him, and it felt amazing.
The jets of cum and Sam’s piston motion were causing Tyler’s shaft to fill up with sloshing waves of spooge, but there was still another feeling. Tyler was beginning to feel even fuller… Sam was growing! Sam’s own jets were increasing as a result. Tyler could feel Sam’s dick push deeper and deeper with each thrust. Sam’s cock filled up more and more of Tyler’s tube. Sam’s dick soon managed to completely plug Tyler’s own. Tyler could feel his shaft swelling like a water balloon.
Sam continued to slam his dick hard into Tyler’s slit, even though he could feel the side press in tighter and tighter. The pressure from all the pent up cum was increasing by the second. Sam would pull out enough to let the torrent unleash for a second, and then force his cock back in to plug the whole.
The feeling was maddening to Tyler. Sam had complete control over the exact speed at which Tyler was allowed to cum. Tyler’s shaft and balls ached with the desire for release. He kept being given brief flashes of relief followed by moment of intense desire to cum. Tyler was harder than he had ever been in his life. Having his ability to cum regulated like this made each short exponentially more satisfying. Each spray felt like a full orgasm unto itself.
Sam was trying to continue plowing into Tyler’s cock, but he was getting tired, and the ground beneath him was getting slippery with frothy jizz. Finally the pressure building up from Tyler’s cum was too much for Sam to hold back, and he was blasted backwards by a raging deluge of spooge. Sam fell backwards into the curtain and then slid back into the wall; taking the curtain along with him. Sam lay with his back against the wall for a few minutes as the torrent of jizz washed over him. Sam continued to fire shot after shot of is own cum as well. Slowly and steadily, both of their streams weakened to a trickle and then stopped completely.
Sam and Tyler just lay there for awhile; each too caught up in the afterglow to even speak. Eventually Sam was able to stand up again, and he staggered to his feet. Sam was completely drenched in cum. He needed to get cleaned up. Now that he knew Tyler was fine; better than fine, really. He had no reason to baby sit him anymore. Sam figured he could still make it to the last class of the day. If anyone ever showed up to get his story, they would know how to reach him.
Sam walked over to the other bed. This room was mostly untouched due thanks to the curtains, and so Sam’s clothes and the bed’s linens were clean. Sam pulled the blankets off the bed and wiped off as much cum as he could manage. Once he felt he was clean enough, he wrapped himself in the relatively clean sheet from the bed, and scooped up is clothes. Hopefully, everyone will be in class right now, and Sam could slip into the locker room unnoticed. Sam had to chuckle a bit to himself when he thought about how he must look. No one would even believe him if he tried to explain what just happened.
Sam could see that Tyler was trying to force himself to get up, too. Fortunately, Tyler was mostly clean. He was well behind the splash zone, since his mega cock was aimed safely away from him, and Sam was a good nine feet away at any given moment; at least nine feet. The only part of Tyler that really got dirty was his huge penis; which was now sprawled out across the floor, soaking in a giant puddle of their mixed juices.
Sam was about to head out the door, but he turned back to Tyler “You still have my number, right?” Tyler nodded weakly. “Great. Call me later. I want you and Jake to come over to my place later. I think I can help you guys out.”
Tyler didn’t have a chance to ask Sam what he was going to help with. Sam turned and ran out the door as soon as he finished speaking. Tyler forced himself to get up and get dressed. He didn’t really want to go to class, but he also didn’t want to be here if anyone happened to stop by. Tyler got dressed and took a quick look out the door. When he was sure the coast was clear he slipped out and headed down the hall.
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Sam was glad to have Jake for a friend. Sam was such an emotional wreck today and he needed a little tough love. What Sam also needed was something to help him clear his mind. It seemed that no matter what he did with Jake and Tyler, it inevitably lead to hot, sloppy sex; not to mention a sizeable boost in his endowment. Sam begrudgingly admitted he loved how it felt; his balls and shaft swinging heavily with every movement he made.
Even at his fully released size, it was amazing. He couldn’t move well, but it was like having his own warm, soft bed wherever he went. He could just stage dive onto his own junk and lay there contentedly. His arms hung over the sides a bit, though; a down side to having a relatively skinny dick. Sam thought back to how great it felt to sleep atop of Jake’s absolutely monstrous cock. Sam own dick stirred awake at the thought.
At his current max size, Sam figured his cock was probably close to eight feet, maybe nine. Sam used to be ok with his size. He used to measure in at seven inches fully hard, which was perfectly respectable. Even though his was a little on the skinny side, it all balanced out since his was longer than average, right? If anything the thinness just made his dick look longer.
Sam was perfectly happy with his equipment, or so he thought. Everything changed yesterday in the locker room. Sam could vividly remember watching Tyler slowly pull down his towel revealing inch after inch of long, thick cock. Sam felt his breath catch in his throat. His own meager dick was rock hard, and so were those of some of the other boys in the room. Sam could tell he was better off than most of the guys there, but he still felt painfully inadequate.
Tyler then went to shower alone, leaving the rest of the team to fumble awkwardly with getting ready to go home. Feelings ranged from horny, to inadequate, to almost religious awe of the spectacle they had just seen. Slowly and steadily all the boys had trickled out of the locker room leaving just Sam behind to wait for Tyler.
Sam was unable to bring himself to take his towel off long enough to change into some real clothes. He was the most painfully erect he had ever been in in his life. He felt like he would die of shame if anyone happened to catch a glimpse of his rock hard stiffy.
Sam managed to look somewhat busy with other tasks, so that the other boys wouldn’t get too suspicious of his lack of clothing; gelled his hair; put another coat of deodorant on; the usual stuff. He had even managed to work up the courage to talk to Tyler. Sam had had a crush on Tyler for so long and seeing Tyler in all his naked glory was just too much for him; especially with that magnificent cock.
Sam quickly jotted down his cell number on a slip of paper and paced anxiously in front of the stall where Tyler was showering. It seemed to Sam like Tyler had been in there for far too long, but Sam just attributed it to his nerves. Sam was so anxious that five minutes felt like five weeks.
Sam thought he heard grunting coming from the other side of the curtain. Surely Tyler wasn’t doing what Sam thought he was, right? Just a few minutes ago this room was packed with people. Surely Tyler wouldn’t rub one out in such a public place, right? Even the thought of it made Sam harder. Sam had hoped that he would have time to get his hardon under control before Tyler got done with his shower, but listening to Tyler beat his massive meat on the other side of the curtain was not helping at all.
Suddenly there was a loud slam coming from the stall. Sam could see the partition shake. It looked like Tyler had slammed against the side of the stall. Had he slipped and fallen? Sam rushed in closer to the stall, and grabbed the curtain. Sam balked when it came time to open the stall. He wanted to be sure Tyler was Ok, but he was also worried about revealing that he had been there the whole time. What would Tyler think of him then? Sam’s first real interaction with his crush would be Tyler finding out that Sam was creeping on him as he pounded away in the showers.
Sam’s moral quandaries were interrupted by a load moan of orgasmic pleasure followed by the sound of several jets of hot cum splattering against anything in range. Sam watched in awe as shot after shot of warm jizz splattered against the walls, and the roof, and… him? Sam’s brain crashed as a solid blast of spooge nailed him straight in the face.
Sam palmed absentmindedly at his face with his hand that wasn’t trying to hold up his towel as his brain struggled desperately to process what was happening. Sam pulled his hand away and stared with a bemused numbness as he watched the gobs of gooey spooge ooze between his fingers.
More and more jets of cum hit Sam as he stood there with his mouth hanging open in dumbfounded awe. The slimy layer of cum on his face slowly slid down and trickled into his open mouth. Sam had never tasted cum before. He had never really thought about it. He had never been sexual with another guy before. He had only ever even kissed a guy once, and that ended… poorly. Sam had never once even thought about tasting his own. When he got himself off he always either used whatever nearby article of clothing, usually a sock, he had on hand, or just walked over to the shower and washed off.
Sam was not prepared for the taste filling his mouth. He couldn’t even identify it at first. Sam tried to process what was in his mouth; it wasn’t bad tasting, per se. It was just odd. It was a pretty mellow flavor except for the bitter and salty tinge to it. Sam swallowed instinctively as his brain finally processed what had just happened.
Sam had just been doused in his crush’s cum, and then swallowed it. Sam’s mind repeated this last fact over and over. Sam felt a sense of joy and accomplishment swell up inside him as he realized that he had just swallowed Tyler’s load. Sam came hard just thinking about it; completely soaking his towel through and through.
Thinking back on it now, Sam could tell that that was definitely no normal orgasm. He had cum again and again with no sign of slowing down. He had cum so much that he had soaked a dry towel so thoroughly that it may as well have been a sheet of Kleenex. Sam’s balls actually continued to swell as they pumped out shot after shot of warm spunk. Sam’s bursts were constantly increasing in size and power. Sam’s own cum ran down his legs and pooled in a large, warm, sticky puddle at his feet.
Sam was too lost in his elation to realize it at the time, but throughout the entire time his hardon had never diminished; if anything it got harder, and thicker, and longer. When Tyler finally stepped out of the stall, covered in his own cum, Sam’s mind was still fumbling to regain control of the situation. Sam still could not quite tell what had gone down during their brief interaction. He was too busy trying to function amidst the crushing anxiety and the mind blowing euphoria he was simultaneously feeling.
Sam did know that he had managed to speak enough words to imply that he really, really, really liked Tyler, and that Tyler should call his cell sometime, but aside from that the entire scene was a blur in Sam’s mind. Sam was pretty sure he came extra long and extra hard when he had finally gotten to see Tyler’s thigh slapping wang dangling in all its radiant glory.
As Sam’s orgasms finally dwindled, and with it his euphoric haze, the intense anxiety took over. Sam panicked, and made some half assed excuse about his ride waiting for him. It was technically true, Sam’s dad would be along to pick him up, but his dad was always late because of work. Sam didn’t expect to see him for another hour or so.
Sam quickly dried off as much of the cum as he could and threw his clothes on. Sam found a nice quiet place to wait for his dad to arrive, while trying to regain control of his heart rate. It wasn’t until Sam got home that he got a good look at himself in the mirror so he could see just how much of Tyler’s cum was still caked onto him. It’s a good thing there was no one left at school while Sam was waiting for his ride. He couldn’t even imagine what anyone would say if they saw him. If Sam’s dad had thought anything about is son’s appearance, he had not said anything.
Sam peeled off his clothes and decided to take a shower to try and get some of the caked on spooge off of him. Sam looked at himself in the mirror and could see the true extent of the cumbath he had received earlier. It was plastered on to his chest and there was a lot of it down his legs, too. Just remembering it made him rock hard again. Sam watched in awe as his own respectable member, swelled up to it’s new rock hard maximum. There was no way Sam was this big earlier. He was huge!
Sam quickly fumbled through his backpack and found the ruler he used for school. It was not long enough; his erection was over a foot long. Probably thirteen or fourteen inches, judging by how much of his dick extended past the end of the ruler. Sam’s cock had almost doubled in length since this morning.
Sam stood there for a minute just marveling his newly enhanced dick. It looked identical to how it looked this morning; there was just so much more of it. Sam giggled to himself as he played with the skin around the head a little bit. Even at almost fourteen inches long, he still had so much foreskin that only a little bit of his pink head was visible before he pulled it back.
Sam wrapped his hand around the tip. Again he was shocked by the sheer size of it; Sam’s hand couldn’t fully wrap all the way around it now. Sam had intended to just pull back the skin a bit to check out how his new size looked all around, but the electric waves of pleasure that arced through his body from gripping his rigid shaft with his hand was too much. Sam gripped lower down the rod with his other hand; there was so much extra space on his rising column. He could get three or four more hands on there. Not that he would want more hands; that’d just be silly. Although, Sam would not say no to a little help from a friend; particularly a short, cut, team captain, friend.
Sam began pumping his shaft up and down as he brought himself closer and closer to the edge. He didn’t want to cum yet, though; he needed something else; something more. Sam saw the electric razor his dad had given him for Christmas, and he had an idea.
Sam had never actually used the electric before. He far preferred the clean feeling of a nice straight razor, but he kept it charging by his sink to not hurt his dad’s feelings. The electric razor was vaguely cylindrical and roughly five inches long. It was contoured to be held easily in someone’s hand, and it had three spinning round razors on the end. Sam had fiddled with it before, but he had never used it for shaving. He did know that if you cranked it to the max setting it began vibrating like those novelty massagers they sell at the pharmacy. One day when Sam was really bored he had set it on his desk, and cranked it to max, and watched it hop its way across the desk and onto the floor.
Sam pushed the rounded side up against his ass and flipped the switch. Feeling the vibrations along his tight hole was enough to make Sam begin leaking pre. Sam was a little surprised, since he rarely ever leaked pre, especially not in this volume, but he was too lost in a haze of lust to really give it much thought.
He could easily let loose and cum right then and there, but Sam wanted more. He was close to something big, he could feel it. Sam pressed the buzzing device harder against his rear hatch, but it wasn’t going anywhere. Sam had never tried any form of ass-play before; he had never even fingered himself. But he wanted to try it now.
Sam fumbled through the various bottles under his sink for one in particular. There was an old bottle of lube in there that had never been opened. It was a gift from one of his cousins, a bit of a coming out present. Sam wasn’t sure what to make of the gift at the time. The package had arrived in the mail a week after he had gotten out of the hospital. When he opened the plainly wrapped brown box, all he found inside was the bottle, with a purple bow on it, and a little rainbow tag on it that read “Confagulations.”
Sam was sure that it was some idea of a cruel joke. He had never been close to any of his extended family; both in terms of geography and in terms of familial bond. Over the months, though, Sam had become close to his cousin, Stacy, and her wife Jean. They kept in constant contact, and it was their encouragement and advice that helped Sam through the toughest months.
Sam smiled as he pulled off the purple ribbon and slathered some of the cool liquid on his fingers. Sam got down on his knees and laid down so that his chest was resting on the floor and his ass sticking up in the air as he began working his fingers into his hole. Sam was not sure what he was doing, but after poking and prodding, he began to figure it out. Once he figured out how to relax his muscles, the first finger went in easily, followed by the second. Sam continued to ply, kneed, and stretch the muscular lining of his asshole until he could easily get the four fingers from one hand in.
Sam waggled his fingers a bit; giggling from the tickling sensation within him. It felt surprisingly good to have something inside of him. The combination of the muscles stretching and him being filled was very soothing and relaxing. Sam worked the lining a bit more, and was soon ready to try the main event.
Sam turned to razor back on; being sure to leave the blaze guard on, so he could push down on the top without hurting his hand, and began shoving it down into him. He managed to slip it in fairly easily, and slowly shoved it in deeper and deeper. Sam finally stopped when it was just the last inch of the electric razor sticking out of him. Sam wished he had something bigger that would fill him deeper and more completely, but the razor felt amazing. The vibrations pulsed through his entire pelvis and deep into his groin. He could feel his engorged dick resonating with the buzzing of the device planted deep within him.
The vibrations traveling up and down the length of his huge dick were enough to send Sam over the edge. His eyes rolled back as he lost himself in the pleasure. Sam collapsed in a blissful daze as he pumped shot after heavy shot of warm spooge onto the tiled floor beneath him. Sam lost count of how many times he came after about twelve; the puddle of jizz continued to spread around him. Sam felt as the warmth reached his chest and continued to spread outwards. Soon even his shoulders were coated in the expanding ring of seed.
When the rolling tide of spooge reached the side of Sam’s face that was pressed against the tile, he indulged his curiosity even further. Sam absentmindedly lapped at his own cum like a cat would drink milk. Now that he had tasted Tyler’s he was curious to see what his own brand would taste like. It was strange. It was similar to Tyler’s but Sam’s seemed more bitter compared to Tyler’s more salty taste. Sam rolled his spunk around in his mouth while he contemplated. He could really get used to the feeling of being filled with warm jizz.
Sam continued to lay there as his jets of spooge finally subsided. He could see the rainbow “Confagulations” tag floating past his on the sea of jizz. “Confagulations” indeed, Sam thought contentedly to himself. The puddle of jizz was now far larger than Sam’s body. If anyone had come in and seen the spectacle they would have probably noted that Sam looked much like some unfortunate stoolie in a gangland drama, except for the fact that his seeping puddle was creamy white instead of cranberry red.
That puddle had been a royal bitch to clean up. Sam had spent hours scrubbing it down with rags. Sam didn’t even want to think of how much work it was going to take to clean up his fortress of spunkitude in its current goopy state.
Eventually the fervent shaking from the razor had caused it to pop itself loose from Sam’s raised ass. It rattled to the floor and hopped and flopped around like a Magikarp on dry land, futilely bumping against Sam’s legs with ineffectively splash attacks until the batteries finally died.
When the fog of orgasmic joy finally faded, Sam pulled himself up off the floor, and out of the sticky puddle of his own cooling jizz. Sam silently showered as he let the warmth of the water on is skin mix with the warmth of the afterglow that was still coursing through his body. Sam wasn’t sure how or why he had been gifted with such a magnificent dick, but he was glad that he was.
He wanted to make sure that people could tell that he was packing. Fortunately most of his pants were tight enough to show off his bulge, but Sam wanted something more. He wanted his package to be undeniable. It was then that he had remembered the advertisements he had seen online, underwear ads to be precise. Ads he totally only watched for the actual product, and not for the hot guys in skimpy clothing; guys whose massive dicks were threatening to spring out of the fabric at any second. Honest.
Sam had spent the rest of the evening researching the cuts and styles to really show off what he had. In a few hours he had a working template to build off of, and within an hour after that he had a working prototype. Sam had spent so much time just posing in front of the mirror that night. He had never really thought of himself as being cute before, but now that he had well over a foot of meat to accentuate his already good looks, Sam could honestly say he looked hot.
Sam posed and flexed in front of the mirror; mimicking many of the same poses he had seen earlier in the night during his “research.” Sam wished he had a decent camera, and better yet, someone who knew how to take good shots. Sam figured he could easily be a model if he had someone to help him get his portfolio ready.
As Sam’s daydreams shifted to his catwalk show from the night before he was jarringly brought back to reality. That’s right. The whole reason he had dragged Jake and Tyler out here was so that he could help get them clothes that they could wear to school. At their current sizes, nothing would fit them.
Sam wasn’t sure how long he had been out of it, but Jake was still holding him tight. Sam was so glad to have the emotional support, and he wished to help is friends. Now he knew how to do just that. “Hey. Thank you. I mean it.” Sam squeezed Jake tighter for a second before letting go. “Now let me help you guys.”
Jake smiled. “Looks like you are the one who could use some help right now.” Jake said as he gestured downward. Sam was rock hard from his recent reverie.
As much as Sam really would like to get off again… and again, he felt it best to hold off for now. He really liked Jake and Tyler, and he wanted to be their friend; not just their fuck buddy. “Not now. I brought you guys out here so I could help you with clothes to fit your…” Sam mulled over the right words for a minute. “gifted sizes. I won’t be able to get you into normal clothes, but at least we can get you guys something that would be legal to be seen in public in?”
Jake laughed at the thought of the three of them out in public. Imagine all the stares they would get just walking down the street; parents pulling their children away while covering their eyes; people running screaming from their cars to escape the oncoming bulge; random Japanese tourists pointing and screaming “It’s Codzilla!” at the gigantic packages that were threatening to spring loose and crush cars and buildings in their wake.
When Jake stifled his laughter enough to talk he asked “Is there anything we can do to help?”
Sam thought for a minute. They could probably help him out. Jake was really good with numbers and so he could easily adjust the template to their new sizes, and Tyler just loved to be as up close and personal with their huge cocks as he could get; measuring would be a perfect job for him. “Sure! Just get cleaned up first and meet me up in my room.”
Sam sloshed through the crater of cum that was formed where Jake’s colossal nuts had been resting before they shrank down. The spunk was up past Sam’s knees. He was really going to need to clean off his legs before they got too dry and crusty. That could wait until after he got back to his room, though. His legs were just going to keep getting messy as he slogged through the soggy bog of jizz that was his backyard.
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Tyler rolled over so he was now lying directly on top of Jake. His massive dick was sandwiched between them. Tyler and Jake gazed into each other’s eyes and began to kiss some more. After a few minutes Tyler broke the kiss and gave Jake a lascivious look. “Ready to go again, are we?” Tyler’s cock was pressed up against Jake’s and he could feel that Jake was already completely rigid. Even though Tyler was still mostly soft, his massive dick completely eclipsed Jake’s.
Tyler began to grind against Jake’s erection. “You want this really bad don’t you? I can see it in your eyes. I can feel your heartbeat.” Tyler continued to grind as he spoke in the most seductive voice he could imagine. Jake’s heartbeat wasn’t the only thing he could feel. He could feel Jake’s breathing becoming more labored, and he could feel Jake’s dick becoming slicker with each pass. Tyler began to inch forward and began to sit upright until he was sitting on Jake’s stomach; his dick, now also hard, poking against Jake’s mouth. “This is what you want, isn’t it?”
Tyler held his cock down with both hands and guided it back and forth across Jake’s lips. Tyler was sure Jake would start sucking the tip at any second, but Jake shook his head. “No.”
“…No?” Tyler was very confused. He didn’t know what to do now. He pointed his cock off to the side so he could look Jake in the eyes and shot Jake a questioning look. “What do you mean no?”
“I… I want to take it.” Jake stammered. His cheeks were red, and his voice was faltering. He was a very awkward combination of very horny and very uncertain.
Tyler rolled off and scooted over so he was sitting right beside Jake. “Really? I don’t even know if you can anymore.” Tyler was conflicted. He really, really, wanted to top Jake. The thought of which had woken him up many nights in the past, but no matter how horny he was, he couldn’t bear the thought of hurting his friend. He had grown so much in the past few days that he didn’t even know if it was physically possible to have sex in the traditional ways. Well, in what passes for traditional in the world of gay sex.
Jake propped himself up on his elbows. “I think I can do it. How big would you say you are, anyway?” Jake nodded towards Tyler’s fading erection. Tyler’s worry was beginning to overtake his lust, and his once proud spire was beginning to droop.
“Um. About twenty inches last I checked, but I might have crept up a few since then.”
“I think I can take it. I can do sixteen easy enough.”
“Bull. Shit.”
“No really. I, uh, do this a lot actually.”
Tyler was actually hurt by this. He was sure that he was Jake’s first. Jake could see the pain in Tyler’s eyes and quickly corrected himself “No, no. Not like that. You know that old box in my closet?” Tyler nodded. He knew the one. It was an antique wooden toy chest. Tyler had tried to open it one day, and Jake had stopped him. Jake said that it was an old family heirloom and was just there because it had sentimental value.
“You lying little deviant!” Tyler laughed and frogged Jake’s arm.
“Ow! Look, I wasn’t completely lying. It belonged to my great aunt, and it is filled with toys… The toys aren’t that old, though… and not really child friendly.” Jake was blushing really hard now. Whether it was because he felt bad about lying to his best friend for so long, or because he was embarrassed to be admitting to having a giant box of sex toys in his bedroom, he could not bring himself to look Tyler in the eyes. Jake looked down at the bed they were sitting on while he spoke. He was drawing circles in the sheets with one hand, while the other hand rubbed the welt on his arm.
Tyler was back in action. Hearing about his boyfriend’s sex toy kink got him hard all over again and ten some. “Next time we do this at your place.”
Jake lay back down on the bed, and turned his head to look at Tyler. “I am ready.” Unlike Tyler, Jake’s hard on had not weakened for even a moment. He was quivering with anticipation.
“Like hell you are!” Tyler shot back. It was Jake’s time to be confused. He shot Tyler a questioning look. “I am still not convinced this will work, and you can guarantee there is no way I am going to try and ride you raw.” Tyler hopped off the end of the bed and walked over to his desk. He got down on all fours and began digging around underneath. Jake was enjoying the view. Tyler had an amazing ass from all the sports he played. Tyler’s balls almost scraped the ground as they swung back and forth. Every time Tyler leaned in really far to grab something his leaky rager would drag across the floor leaving snail trails in the carpet. Eventually he found what he was looking for. He pulled out an old shoebox from under the clutter and carried it over to where Jake was laying. He held the box tightly between his right hand and the pit of elbow and opened the lid to present the contents as if he was some fancy waiter presenting a high class bottle of wine. There were bottles in the box. It took Jake a second to figure out what they were. Lube! Lots of different sizes and colors of it!
Tyler pulled out a red bottle “Since this is your first time, the house would recommend the cherry.” Jake playfully kicked Tyler’s knee for this joke. “Terribly sorry, sir. We forgot that you gave that already to Dildo Baggins.” Jake tried to kick Tyler again, but was laughing too hard to aim properly.
Tyler popped open the bottle and began pouring it all over his two foot erection. After draining most of the bottle he gestured over to Jake to move. “Flip over. I’ll do you too.” He immediately caught the double entendre of what he said. Jake did too, apparently, but he was giggling too hard to actually call him out on it. Jake rolled over onto his stomach, but then he felt Tyler’s still slick hands grab him by the hips and pull him up towards the end of the bed. Jake was now face down, ass up.
His rear was right about at the end of the bed, and Tyler was standing on his knees right at the end of the bed. This put Tyler right above eye level with Jake’s cheeks. Jake couldn’t see what Tyler was doing, but he could sure feel it. Tyler started by sucking on his balls. Jake had a puffy gouch, with a pronounced crease down the center. Tyler followed this crease with his tongue up through the canyon. Tyler worked his way up and down the inside of each cheek. The skin tasted salty with sweat. Jake’s mind was becoming fuzzy. He was struggling to control his breathing. The sensation was amazing, and they hadn’t even gotten to the main event yet.
Tyler squirted the rest of the bottle right into Jake’s ass, and then began to knead the lube around Jake’s hole. Jake knew what was coming and so he focused on relaxing the muscles in his sphincter. Tyler stuck the tip of his tongue into the hole and flicked at the sides. Jake inhaled sharply and began to cum. Ok. So he thought he knew what was going to happen next. Even though he just shot, he was still rock hard, and feeling like he could go for hours.
Tyler slipped the pointer finger on both hands into the Jake’s anus and began to gently massage the sides of the muscles. As the muscles began to relax he managed to slip in the middle fingers. Jake’s eyes were rolling back into his head by this point. He wasn’t capable of rational thought or speech anymore. He was completely lost in the pleasure. Tyler stepped up the pace. He managed to get three fingers on either hand in, followed by the pinkies. Tyler was impressed. Jake’s ass obviously saw a lot of use based on how easy it was to open up. Tyler had both hands pressed together, back of his hands touching, and his fingers down Jake’s Hole. He slowly worked his way down until it was time to slip the thumbs in. Slowly, and steadily he managed to get all the way in, both hands up to the wrist. He slid his hands back and forth slowly to loosen Jake up a little more. He would occasionally rub his fingers across the inside lining of the passage. Jake shot a few more times during the process.
Tyler slowly pulled out, and climbed up in bed with Jake. Tyler then flipped Jake back around onto his back. “It’s time. Are you sure you are ready for this?” Jake was no longer able to speak. He let out a low moan and managed to nod a little. Tyler was standing on is knees, and lifted Jake’s legs up a little to give him a clear path. Jake took the hint and grabbed his legs and pulled back to help. Tyler needed both hands to guide his cock in. He pushed up right up against Jake’s hole and took a deep breathe. He eased himself in as slowly as he could. It felt amazing. He never imagined it could feel so warm, so slick, so tight.
Jake could feel Tyler’s large cock head enter him. Nothing could have prepared him for the sensation. He was being stretched far more than he had ever been before. Once the cock was in, it filled him far beyond anything he had ever felt before. It was so thick, and warm, he could feel Tyler’s heartbeat pulsing through it. Jake had no idea how far in Tyler was yet. He couldn’t bring his eyes to focus so he could look. His body tensed as he felt Tyler brush against his G-spot. He had hit it before with his toys, but never like this. This didn’t just hit it, it completely smashed it. Jake came hard, again and again. He could vaguely make out Tyler’s teasing voice saying “already? I’m barely even halfway in!”
Tyler stopped his advance as his friend convulsed and shot everywhere. It was like each shot was more powerful than the last. Jake was covering his chest, and face, as well as the bed, the wall, and the headboard. Tyler’s pillows were completely soaked, and Jake showed no sign of stopped. All the motioned and muscles tightening and shifting, was making it hard for Tyler to not blow his load as well. Tyler forced himself to keep progressing in. He was three quarters of the way; so close, and yet so far. It seemed like every new inch brought another orgasm from Jake. Finally Tyler felt his balls smack up against Jake’s ass. He was all the way in. “It’s in.” Tyler said. Jake still couldn’t talk, but his face was a mixture of pride and relief.
Tyler shifted his position so he could hold Jake’s legs up as he rocked back and forth. It was time to see if his theory was correct. Tyler couldn’t help it anymore. He came inside his boyfriend, and this was proving to be the biggest one yet. He kept cumming, but he didn’t show any signs of getting softer. Tyler began to thrust in and out, slowly, but slowly getting faster. Every time he pulled back he pulled large globs of froth out with him. Tyler’s eyes could not focus on anything. They kept rolling around. He tried to bring them back into focus, but they’d just roll back into his head. His thigh muscles felt like they were about to give out t any moment, but still he kept thrusting. He would occasionally catch brief glimpses of Jake’s face, and body. Jake was as much in the throes of his orgasm as Tyler was. His back was arching, and his hips were bucking. Tyler could feel every movement that Jake’s muscles made reverberate though his penis.
They were both still rock hard, but their bodies were about spent. Jake’s hard on was beginning to creep upwards. When they started the tip rested just below his belly button. It continued to slide upwards bit by bit as Tyler shot inside him. His balls would contract upward as he came, and completely drain themselves. Then in the span of less than a second they would refill, slightly larger than before. Each cumshot was getting slightly bigger as a result.
Both Jake and Tyler gave one last large blast, and then Tyler collapsed on top of Jake; his head on Jake’s chest. Tyler’s cock had softened up, but was still deep inside Jake. They lay in the bed for a long time trying to catch their breath, and enjoying each other’s presence. Slowly and steadily Tyler’s dick slid out from Jake. When the head finally slipped out, all the pent up spooge inside Jake also began to stream out. There was a lot of it. Tyler could feel Jake’s abdomen deflate as it all came leaking out.
It’s hard to say how long they lay there like that, but eventually there came a knock on the door. “Dinner in 15, boys.” They heard Tyler’s mother say.
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Jake could feel the sunlight hitting his eyelids. Ugh. This is why he kept the blinds shut at all times. It’s too early to be awake. His alarm didn’t even go off yet. He was having such a good dream too. Jake couldn’t remember anything about his dream, but he felt happy. Whatever it was the memory had faded, but the feelings had not. Jake sighed a little bit. No sense in staying in bed. Jake could never fall right back asleep after he was awake. He would have liked to stay in the dream a little while longer, though.
He begrudgingly opened his eyes. He had to squint at first; the sunlight was pouring in from the window directly into his face. Once his eyes adjusted he was able to take in his surroundings. This was Tyler’s room. This was Tyler’s bed. Where was Tyler? All of Jake’s senses quickly snapped awake. He could now feel Tyler’s body interlocked with his own. He looked down and he could see Tyler’s head pressed against his chest. Jake was no longer worried about his fleeting dreams. This was far better than any dream he could have hoped for.
All the memories of last night flooded back into his mind. They had had sex. Not just once, but four times? Well, technically two. The definition of sex can get a little hazy sometimes. Either way, he had a wild night with his best friend; his best friend who is now his boyfriend. Jake let that last thought soak in a bit while he stroked Tyler’s hair.
Jake would have loved to run his fingers through Tyler’s hair, but Tyler’s hair was hard and plastered together. It was almost like Tyler had tried to style his hair with an industrial sized vat of hair gel or maybe a can of deck sealant. Jake got a good look at the ceiling and walls surrounding them. Much of the room was coated in much the same way. The smell was incredible. It was so potent, and yet fairly calming. Jake recognized the smell easy enough. It was the same smell that was wafting off of Tyler’s skin. Sweat; quite a bit of sweat. Sweat and cum. Lots and lots of cum.
Jake took in a deep breath. The smell was intoxicated. He could feel his dick begin to stir and inflate. But wait. His dick was fairly cramped in here. Jake looked down at how he and Tyler were sleeping, and pieced it all together. He was asleep on his side. Jake’s arms were wrapped around Tyler. Tyler was nestled in close; Tyler’s back pressed firmly against Jake’s chest and stomach. Spooning. That’s what this is called, right? Jake thought to himself. He couldn’t believe he was actually spooning with Tyler, and he was the big spoon, no less. Jake supposed that made sense since he was so much taller.
That didn’t explain the pressure on Jake’s cock. He shifted his position enough that he could see over Tyler’s body. He got a good look at both his and Tyler’s respective packages. Oh right, that could be a problem. Jake’s cock was threaded between Tyler’s legs. It stretched farther on and then dangled off the edge of the bed a bit. He could see Tyler’s massive nut sack mashed up against his own dick.
Tyler’s own cock was even bigger. It was probably taller than even Jake was. Tyler was hugging it close to his chest as he slept. Tyler was spooning his own dick. The shaft running along the front of his body, up past his head, hit the headboard, and looped back…. right under Jake’s head. Jake wasn’t using a pillow; his head was propped up on the spongy tip of Tyler’s monstrous cock.
Jake could feel himself getting ever harder at this thought, but he couldn’t afford another go with Tyler. He had classes in a few short hours, and he still had no idea how he was going to go out in public in his current state.
Jake quietly rolled onto his back; he was being careful not to wake Tyler. Now that he was on his back he could feel his enormous sack. It had been fine while he was asleep on his side; he just got his legs around the top of the sack and let his balls lay behind him. Now that he was on his back it was a very different story. His legs were now lying directly on top of his nuts. They were huge. He could not even completely bend his knees, since each nut was taller than the length of the upper half of his leg. He felt like he did when he was a kid, and watching Saturday morning cartoons on the couch. He used to love to lie on the couch with his feet over the backrest, while he watched the screen upside down.
Jake slowly managed to slide his massive semi out from between Tyler’s legs. He went slowly and quietly to avoid waking Tyler up. Tyler wasn’t the only thing that was in danger of waking up, though. Jake was already extremely aroused from the moment he woke up; feeling Tyler’s legs rub against his dick just made it worse. By the time Jake pulled himself loose his dick was already standing upward; wobbling awkwardly from side to side. Seeing his own shaft point skyward like this took Jake’s breath away. He stared in awe as he surveyed the sheer magnitude of his spire; it wasn’t even fully hard yet.
Jake slowly managed to get his arousal under control as he slid down to the foot of the bed. Once he got close to the edge of the bed, Jake maneuvered his legs so that his shins pushed up against his nuts; he slipped a foot under each ball and began to walk them slowly to the edge. Jake was very glad that the footboard of Tyler’s bed was lower than the mattress; if it wasn’t he didn’t know how he would get out of the bed without waking Tyler.
Jake arced he back to get enough leverage to shove his balls over the edge of the bed with his feet. Jake managed to push his balls a little over half way over the edge before he decided to let gravity do its thing. Jake’s pouch rolled over the end of the bed, and the rest of his body followed. It was far from the most elegant landing ever; Jake never was very coordinated or athletic. He managed to land on his feet, but he wasn’t able to get is legs straightened out in time. His feet hit the ground first, followed immediately by his hefty nuts. As his balls hit the floor with an audible smack, Jake could feel all the muscles in his abdomen cramp up. He didn’t land all that hard, fortunately, so the uncomfortable cramping was the extent of the damage. He had landed hard on his ass a split second after his nuts hit the ground. He had actually hit his ass much harder on his ass than on his nuts, but he really could not even feel the soreness in his bottom over the cramping in his stomach.
Jake staggered to his feet as the cramping subsided. His dick had deflated quite a bit by now, but it was still sort of bobbing out in front of him as he walked. Jake took a quick look back at Tyler before walking into the bathroom. Tyler was still fast asleep; hugging his massive dick as if it were a giant teddy bear.
Jake walked into the bathroom and began to run the shower. It usually took a minute to warm up enough for him. As he waited he realized he hadn’t used the restroom since he left his house yesterday. He suddenly really needed to; like some sort of Pavlovian response to being so near a toilet. Jake stared at the toilet for a minute as he tried to figure out how he could even physically manage to use it. Obviously the mechanics are still the same, but the size and positioning would require a lot of reworking.
Jake was now soft enough that he could rest the head of his cock on the toilet seat, but that wouldn’t work. The angle of entry would be all wrong. All he would succeed in doing is blasting the back of the toilet; completely missing the bowl. Come on, think Jake. Jake surveyed the room, and there he saw it. Wedged in between the Toilet and shower stall was a tall, skinny cabinet. It wasn’t mounted to the floor like every other fixture in the room. This one was added recently as a bit of decoration; it had the added function of hiding the extra rolls of paper, while still keeping them in arm’s length of the bowl. Jake moved the cupboard over in front of the toilet and draped his cock over it. He would now have a much better angle to shoot from.
Jake leaned back against the wall and let loose. He could feel the relief immediately as the pressure in his bladder faded away, but he could feel something else. The stream felt really weak. It wasn’t exactly weak, per se, but given the way things had been going since last night, Jake had expected some sort of explosion of juices, a steaming hot geyser of piss.
Apparently his bladder was unaffected by the changes that he had undergone during the past evening. Jake suddenly felt really silly, and so when he was done, he hefted his dick off the podium he had set up, flushed the bowl, and hopped into the shower hoping to forget the event ever happened.
Jake’s shower was relatively uneventful. He had to spend extra time scrubbing off the layers of cum had had acquired during the night. It wasn’t just the bunch that was sprayed on him, but also the large globs that had dripped down from the ceiling during the night. He also spent a bit of extra time polishing his equipment; not because it particularly needed it but because it felt amazing.
Jake kneaded the soap up and down every inch of his shaft. He was starting to get harder as he went. He could feel his legs getting wobbly from the waves of pleasure coursing through his body, and so he decided to sit down. Sitting down proved to be a very good idea because it made it easy for him to wash the underside of his balls; trying to wrap his body around the large orbs that protruded in front of him proved to be very difficult. Jake scrubbed every inch of his sack vigorously. He rubbed and massaged his balls all over; losing himself in the pleasure. He could feel himself edging closer and closer.
Jake wanted so much to just rub one out right then and there, but he knew that once he starting gushing he wouldn’t be able to stop. As much as he wished to stay there and drain his nearly endless amounts of spooge into the shower, Jake realized that he would have to work quickly to get everything ready in time for class.
Jake let out a long reluctant sigh as he rinsed the conditioner out of his hair and then began to dry off. Is dick was slowly starting to deflate again, but it was still extra sensitive. Even just trying to dry off his shaft with a towel brought him close to the edge again. As Jake finished drying off his cock he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He looked ridiculous. His cock was so big that he could only look at himself from the side. His dick was taller and thicker than he was. Jake figured his shoulders might be a little broader than his shaft, but his waist was definitely smaller. How in the world was he going to hide this thing?
Jake slung his damp towel over his shoulder and walked back into Tyler’s room. He wouldn’t be able to see very well until his throbbing erection finally faded. Fortunately he was able to get around by looking around either side of his dick. He had a giant blind spot right in the middle, but he could navigate well enough from what else he could see.
As Jake entered Tyler’s room he could hear Tyler speak to him. “Hey, sexy. Sure you don’t want a little help with that?” Jake could not see Tyler, but just from the tone of Tyler’s voice Jake could tell that he was horny and feeling a little devious, but then again Tyler was always a little devious; since last night he was also always horny.
“Not now.” Jake said. He was trying to sound resolute, but his voice came out as somewhat disheartened. “We have to hurry if we are going to be ready in time for school.” Jake crossed his arms in front of his chest, but he wasn’t sure if that helped his case or just made him look more ridiculous.
“Oh, come now. It’s barely six o’clock. We have a few hours yet.” Tyler said with his most seductive voice. Jake could hear Tyler getting closer with each word. Jake tried to do a quick calculation in his head. If it was only 6 am then they still had a few hours. Plenty of time for a quickie, right? But in the back of his mind, Jake knew there was no such thing as a quickie with Tyler. Not at their current measurements. They would be at it for an hour and both be a hot, sticky, mess.
Just thinking about it made Jake harder. He was starting to dribble again; something Tyler was quick to exploit. “You really don’t expect me to believe that you aren’t in the mood, do you?” Tyler continued to try and entice Jake. Jake could feel Tyler’s fingers running up and down the length of his dick; drawing arbitrary patterns in the stream of pre. Jake was actually glad he couldn’t see Tyler right now. If he looked into Tyler’s face and saw that devious glint in his green eyes and that cocky smile, Jake would lose it.
Jake tried to shake the image from his mind. Even the thought of Tyler was turning him on. The more he tried to not think about Tyler the clearer the image became in his mind. He wanted to not imagine the cut abs that was flashing vividly in his mind. He tried to banish the thought of the several feet of Tyler’s cock that was snaking its way through his consciousness. Jake was losing this fight and he knew it. He would probably just have to call today a bust.
Jake didn’t really need to go to school today, did he? He had not used any of his skip days yet. They were getting so close to the end of the school year, He could almost take the rest of the semester off and be in good academic standing. Jake’s knees began to feel week so he leaned back against the wall to steady himself.
Jake’s mind continued to drift. It would be fine, he had such high grades that he was given the option to opt out of all of his finals. He slid down the wall and slowly sank until he was seated flat on his ass; his legs spread wide to make room for his massive balls. Jake’s closed his eyes and accepted defeat.
Tyler got down on his knees in front of Jake and began to lick the tip of Jake’s cock all over. Tyler knew that Jake had given up, and so Tyler decided to take his time with Jake; it’s not like Tyler actually cared if he went to school today. He worked on Jake’s cock all while never taking his eyes off of Jake’s.
Jake tried to keep his eyes open, but the pleasure coursing through his body was getting to be too much. The best he could manage was to occasionally get his eyelids to flutter open for a second or two while his eyes tried to focus on anything. Jake could occasionally make eye contact with Tyler and see that Tyler was no longer trying to be seductive. Tyler was beaming with pride. Tyler had won, and they both knew it.
‘That’s fine.’ Jake thought to himself. ‘As long as I get my projects turned in I am guaranteed straight As. Projects? What Projects? He only had one project and that wasn’t due until…
“SHIT!” Jake yelled as he jumped up to his feet. Tyler fell backwards after being rammed in the face by Jake’s throbbing erection. It was so hard and big and it was moving so fast, Tyler felt like he had just been slammed in the face by a battering ram.
Tyler could feel the sharp pain in his face. He wiped his mouth to see a little bit of blood on his hand. It wasn’t bad though. It appeared to be just a split lip. “What the hell was that?” Tyler moaned while he continued to rub his lip.
“Look. Sorry, but my AP Bio project is due today. I cannot miss this, and I still need to put my folder together. I have to get home. Right now.” Jake was speaking in short bursts between breaths as he ran around the room.
Tyler wanted to laugh in spite of the pain. Jake just looked so silly running around with his left hand gripping colossal wang close to his shoulder in order be able to see where he is going. Although, Tyler had to pull a similar maneuver just to be able to try and suck off his boyfriend. AP Bio is such a cockblock.
Tyler watched as Jake ran over to Tyler’s closet and began pulling spare covers out. Tyler always kept spare bedding on the top shelf of his closet for when Jake stayed over. Last night was actually the first time they had ever shared a bed.
Tyler was sitting on the floor of his room. His rock hard dick was sticking straight up. As Jake ran past Tyler, Tyler was able to do a quick comparison. The top of Jake’s head did not even reach the tip of Tyler’s cock. Since Tyler was sitting down that would mean that the base of his dick was pretty close to floor level. Tyler’s cock was bigger than Jake!
Jake had already thrown a sheet around his waist as best he could to make a makeshift skirt and was in the middle of pulling another blanket over his shoulders as a makeshift shawl when he noticed it too. Jake’s cock was taller than he was by a good margin; probably another foot or so taller than he was. Jake was mesmerized. Jake realized that he should probably be worried, maybe even emasculated, but he wasn’t. Jake was just in awe. Tyler’s cock was glorious; a thing of sheer beauty. Jake stared at it longingly, wishing for the day when his would be that big; if not even bigger.
Jake was able to break his gaze away from the magnificent tool that was standing before him. He needed to get home and soon. Jake had a passable outfit. It would at least serve to get him across the street easy enough. His cock had deflated enough so that Jake could hold it close to his chest and it would not be too terribly noticeable.
“Look. I’ve got to get home now. I’ll try and find us some clothes that will fit. Just get ready for school, and I’ll be back to pick you up in about two hours.” Jake explained to Tyler. Jake really wanted to stay, but he had obligations to fulfill; he could not afford to ruin his class averages.
Jake quickly ran across the street over to his house, and tried the door. It was locked tight. Damn it. His parents must have locked it before they went to bed last night, and Jake left his key in his pants at Tyler’s place. Jake’s parents were an older couple who had already retired. They would not be awake for a few more hours. Not that he wanted them to see him like this anyway. He could run back to Tyler’s house and grab his key, but Jake really didn’t want to risk it.
Jake slipped around the side of the house and easily opened the side gate. He then ran to the back door and tried to open that one. This one opened without a hitch. Jake breathed a sigh of relief and then crept inside. It was strange to have to sneak into his own house. It was kind of fun, too. Jake silently hummed the Mission Impossible theme to himself as he continued creeping through the house.
Jake went upstairs, past his parents’ bedroom, and into his brother’s old room. Jake had two brothers, both several years older than him. The younger of the two was almost twenty years older than him. It’s pretty easy to figure out how Jake came to be from there. A small, close knit family, their two kids go off to college leaving the parents home alone for the first time in twenty five years. The empty nest syndrome sets in, and the old couple has a little too much fun one Friday evening. Nine month later along comes Jake.
Jake slipped into his younger brother’s room, and began rummaging through his clothes. Jake’s older brother was the most popular guy around. He was tall, strong, smart, good looking. The younger brother… not so much. He was overweight and moody. He grew bitter from always living in his brother's shadow. He had done alright in college, got a degree, and then moved back in with the parents for a few years.
Jake was still really young back then, but he remembered that his brother went through a phase. Well, one of many, but his brother used to wear big, black, clothing; huge, baggy pants, oversized trench coats, and lots of belts. Jake was hoping that the sheer size of his brother, and the style of is old clothes would make them viable options.
Jake was able to find a suitable outfit for himself relatively easily. The pants had a much wider waist than Jake was used to, and the legs were so big and baggy he could pretty much stand up in one of them. That’s what he needed, though, because he was going to need to get two legs down one side.
Jake slipped the pants on easy enough, but he could not get it all the way up to his waist. He had to sit is low on his hips, below even the base of his cock. This gave him enough room for his giant nuts to clear the inseam. Jake slipped his cock down the left leg, but his cock was just a little too long. It still poked out the bottom of the pant leg. There had to be a way to make this work. Jake pondered his situation for a minute, and then he remembered the box full of belts in his brother’s closet.
Jake grabbed a couple of belts from out of the box and fastened them to his leg. To anyone looking, it would just appear to be an interesting fashion statement, but the real purpose was to keep his dick from shifting downward in his pant leg. Jake then grabbed a similar pair and a large coat for Tyler.
Jake ran over to his room next and grabbed a long, tight shirt to complete the look. Jake then took his time gathering is papers and getting some breakfast. Jake was torn; he wanted to continue rushing so that he could get back to Tyler. He didn’t actually trust Tyler to not spend the entire time just jacking off. On the other hand Jake didn’t trust Tyler to not jump his bones the second he walked in the room. Jake needed to arrive back at Tyler’s place soon enough, that he could make Tyler get ready for school, but late enough that Tyler wouldn’t have enough time to get Jake back out of his clothes.
Jake looked at the clock. He had over an hour before he had to leave for school. He could afford to take his time. He needed some time alone anyway, time away from Tyler to really think over what was happening. Jake poured himself a big bowl of cereal and ate in silence as he reflected over the past night.
In the span of one night Jake had come out to his best friend. He had proceeded to then have sex with said friend. Lots of sex with said friend; hot, steamy, mind blowing sex with said friend. In the process, Jake’s perfectly average, unremarkable, six inches exploded into what is likely well over four feet. That’s not even the worst part.
He has tried to think of it rationally, and every rational part of his brain says this is wrong. He doesn’t care though, he loves it. Jake loves the way it looks, the way it feels, and oh god, he loves the way that Tyler loves it.
Just thinking of the way Tyler looks at him now, the lust and unbridled passion in Tyler’s eyes, makes Jake horny all over again. Jakes mind kept replaying the scene from earlier this morning; the way Tyler would keep his lustful gaze fixed on Jake as he worked Jake’s cock. Just thinking about it now, Tyler could feel himself getting hard again. His cock began to inflate and press against the belts.
The pain of the shackles digging into his tethered leviathan snapped Jake back to reality. He would have to be careful in public. It would be too easy to let his cock slip loose if he got too hard. Jake could already tell that this was going to be one hell of a day.
Jake took his sweet time with the rest of his preparations. He actually enjoyed taking not being in a rush. He had plenty of time to do everything he could want to without needing to worry. Not to mention he still had this nagging feeling in the back of is mind that he would have had plenty of time for a quick one with Tyler. Jake was afraid that if he got to Tyler’s place too early the urge would take over and all his work would be undone.
Jake tilted the bowl to his mouth and chugged all the leftover milk from his cereal. Taking it slow was nice and all, but he really did have to actually finish getting ready. His next stop was the bathroom to do some much needed brushing. His mouth tasted awful. Jake felt like he had the funk of forty thousand years rolling around his tongue. He hadn’t brushed his teeth before going to sleep last night like he normally did so now he had this funky taste in his mouth; Jake didn’t doubt his unusual diet during the recent night had something to do with that as well.
Jake brushed his teeth until he could feel the fluoride begin to burn his tongue. Then he rinsed his mouth out and did the same thing with some Listerine. His mouth burned, but at least the taste was going away. He could go around school today without worrying about his breath smelling like crypt dust and cum.
Jake looked at the clock again and realized he had thirty minutes before he had to leave for class. He figured now would be a good time to go fetch Tyler. Jake wouldn’t be at all surprised if he had to force Tyler to get his ass in gear. Tyler liked to slack off for as long as possible; especially when it came to getting ready to go places he would rather not go to.
Jake gathered up his school supplies and walked over to Tyler’s house. He was pleasantly surprised to find Tyler already getting out of the shower. Tyler walked out of his bathroom and into his bedroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his head. Tyler’s
cock was draped over his shoulders as is he was wearing it like a feather boa. His lip seemed to be completely healed already.
“About time you got back. You missed all the fun.” Tyler said with his trademark grin.
Jake just sighed again. “You rubbed one off anyway, didn’t you? I had a feeling you wouldn’t have enough sense to just get ready to go. We’ve only got twenty minutes left before we need to go. Hurry up and put these on.” Jake tossed Tyler a pair of pants, a shirt, and a large coat.
Tyler caught the pants that were thrown his way, but didn’t even bother trying to catch the rest. “This your brother’s old stuff?” Tyler sniffed it. “Oh, damn. Ten year old reefer funk.” Tyler stuck his tongue out in a look of comical disgust.
“Oh, come on. They’ve been washed, and haven’t been worn in years. You shouldn’t be able to smell anything. Better yet, they should fit. Now shut up and put them on.” Tyler just rolled his eyes and began to step into the pants. They both quickly realized a problem. Well, two problems, but the first problem is that Tyler’s saggy balls drooped so low, that he’d have to wear the pants with the waistband at his knees to not get his junk caught. Fortunately, Jake devised a plan really quickly.
Jake went into Tyler’s closet and pulled out a smaller throw blanket from Tyler’s bedding stack. “Here we go. We’re going to rig you boulder holder.” Tyler gave Jake a questioning look as Jake walked over to him. “Just work with me here.” Jake pleaded as he got down on his knees in front of Tyler.
“Oh, I like were this is going.” Tyler said with his best Quagmire voice.
Jake gave another frustrated sigh as he fashioned a rudimentary pair of underwear out of the blanket. The blanket pulled Tyler’s nuts up higher and close to his body so that he was able to wear the pants up much higher, and much more comfortably. “And, now for the hard part.” Jake said as he stood up and began to lift Tyler’s dick off of his shoulders as if it was a string of Mardi Gras beads.
“Not yet, but if you keep holding it like that it will be.” Tyler joked while he shot Jake a dirty wink. Jake tried to cover is grin with a forced sigh, but neither of them thought it was very convincing. “Oh, you know you like it.” Tyler continued to tease.
Jake managed to loop Tyler’s dick around his midriff twice and then feed what was left down one of Tyler’s pant legs. Now that everything was in place, Jake tightened the pants, and then Tyler pulled on a shirt and the coat. Tyler looked a little thick around the middle, but otherwise he could pass as an average every day human.
“Great. Five minutes to spare.” Jake said looking at his watch. “Did you eat already?”
“I had plenty to drink.” Tyler said with a sly wink. Jake processed what Tyler said and just had to roll his eyes again. Jake had no idea how Tyler was going to get through the entire school day like this. It seemed like he couldn’t go fifteen minutes without popping a bone.
“Thanks for all your help getting me dressed, by the way.” Tyler spoke again in his seductive voice. “Allow me to return the favor.” Tyler acted like he was adjusting the collar of Jake’s shirt, but then instead pulled him in for a long, hot kiss on the lips.
The two of them stood there kissing for a few minutes. Tyler began to slowly work his way slower. As he was kissing the side of Jake’s neck, Jake whispered into his ear, “Brush your teeth. Your breath is ass.” Tyler gave Jake a playful shove, and Jake fell back laughing. “No, but seriously, brush your teeth. We have to get going.”
Jake got to his feet, still laughing. Tyler jokingly stuck out his tongue and then went into the bathroom to finish getting ready. Jake looked at his watch again. It was going to be tight, but they could still do it. Jake scooped up Tyler’s bags, told Tyler to head over to his Jeep, ran downstairs and grabbed some cereal bars from the pantry, and then hopped into his Jeep right as Tyler was getting out of his house.
Tyler crawled in on the passenger side, and Jake took off down the road before Tyler even managed to get his seatbelt on. Jake was seriously in a hurry to get to school, but it wasn’t just that. Tyler could see that Jake was getting more and more tense the closer they got. Something was stressing him out.
Jake pulled into the first parking spot he could find; which was of course at the back of the lot since it was so close to time for classes to start. He then hopped out of the jeep and tossed Tyler his pack; still not saying anything. Tyler was starting to get worried now, had he said anything to offend him? He teased Jake all the time, but nothing seemed to have gotten under his skin like this before. Tyler looked around the lot, there were a few scattered people trickling in before the bell like they were, but no one they particularly knew.
Tyler didn’t think it had anything to do with someone else, though.
“So, can I get a ride home from you today, too?” Tyler asked, mostly trying to get some sort of reaction from Jake.
Jake seemed distracted and responded with an aloof “Yeah, sure.” Jake then looked around nervously and said “Look. I really have to go. I can’t afford to be late today.” Jake then slung his bag over his shoulder and scurried off to the school leaving Tyler confused and a little hurt.
Tyler really didn’t care about getting to class before the bell rang so he walked slowly to the school while lost in thought. He was more worried about the way Jake had been acting for the last half hour or so. He was twitchier than normal. Jake was always a little shy around other people and especially in crowded places, but this was something different. Tyler was starting to get an idea about what was going on, and he really hoped he was wrong.
The first class dragged on. Tyler was stuck in his basic English class. It was so boring that he could barely focus on the class on a normal day, but with Jake’s actions eating him up inside it was just impossible. The only thing that kept Tyler from going insane in that class was knowing that he and Jake had neighboring classes next period.
The old lady teaching the class kept giving Tyler mean looks for the entire period. In part because Tyler was wearing a radically new style of clothing today; teachers were always leery of students who decide to reinvent themselves out of the blue. In part because Tyler could not sit still the entire class; he spent the entire class period nervously tapping his foot on the ground. Also in part because Tyler was known to disrupt class with jokes and other outbursts when he was in a good mood. No one knew how he would act in his current mood, but many believed that it would not be good.
As soon as the bell rang Tyler was out the door like a bolt. He hauled ass off to the math wing, hoping to find Jake. He found Jake, but he couldn’t reach him. Jake had already slipped into his classroom. Tyler could see him sitting in a desk at the farthest corner away from the door. Tyler really wanted to go in there and talk to him, but he knew the guy who taught Jake’s class. He was a total hard ass and would write Tyler up for being in his classroom before he could ever get any info out of Jake. Tyler was just going to have to wait for after this class and corner Jake before he could get to his next class.
Tyler’s second period went much the same as his first. He was irritable and could not focus. He couldn’t even be bothered to make a smart ass response when the teacher called on him to solve a problem. He just wanted this class to be over. Tyler kept his eyes glued on the door across the hall that lead to Jake’s classroom. Tyler had to be sure that Jake did not try to sneak out early and give him the slip. Fortunately Jake didn’t make an attempt to leave class early. Tyler was actually grateful Jake was such a nerd. No matter how much Jake might be trying to avoid talking to Tyler, he still could not bring himself to ditch class.
Math class ended and Tyler once again flew out the door right as the bell rang. Tyler waited right next to the door to Jake’s classroom. Jake tried to slip out of the class quickly and unnoticed, but Tyler caught him by the wrist before he could get away.
“Jake, I need to talk to you.” Tyler pleaded with Jake.
“Sorry, but I’m really in a hurry.” Jake said as he tried to slip away. “I can’t afford to be late to my next class.”
“Bullshit. We both know you have your lunch period next.” Tyler glared at Jake and tightened his grip. “I know what this is really about.”
Suddenly they both heard a loud voice from behind them. “Hello, Ladies. I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” Tyler knew that voice, and he could feel the rage bubbling up inside of him.
“Not now, Biff.” Tyler responded; he didn’t even bother looking back to see who it was.
A large crowd had begun to gather around them already. Biff yelled loudly because he wanted people to notice him, and pretty much everyone at that school knew that when Biff wanted attention it meant he was looking for a fight. Jake, of course, also knew this and he was trying to get away, but Tyler refused to let him go.
“Oh, don’t be that way.” Biff said with obviously feigned hurt in his voice. “I was just here to offer condolences to my buddy after I heard he was breaking up with his boyfriend.” There was some jeering from he crowd in response to Biff’s taunt.
“We’re not breaking up.” Tyler said with a flat voice. He still would not even look at Biff; instead he kept his eyes fixed on Jake. Biff was momentarily taken aback, and the people in the crowd muttered softly to each other.
Biff regained his composure and continued his taunting. “Well I am glad to hear that you two are doing so well. It would be a shame for such a cute couple to call it quits.” There was more jeering from the crowd. By now the crowd had completely blocked in Biff, Jake, and Tyler.
Tyler could see that Jake was afraid, but there was something else in his eyes, too. Tyler gave Jake’s wrist a quick reassuring squeeze and then he let go. Tyler then turned to face Biff. “I’ve had just about enough of you. I know you are the one who has been spreading those rumors about us. I know you have been telling everyone you meet how you think that we are gay. Well, I am sick of it. It’s time I put this to rest once and for all!” Tyler turned back to Jake and he could see that all the fear in Jake’s eyes had drained away to sorrow.
Time seemed to slow down around Jake, and sound faded away to a low hum. He had been dreading this moment. It was a moment that he hoped would never come. Jake wasn’t actually worried about being outed at school. He had always been a bit of a loser, but Tyler was different. Tyler was popular; he thrived off of the praise and adoration of the crowd. Jake knew that Tyler loved him, but he didn’t know if Tyler loved him enough to commit social suicide for him. When faced with the school’s biggest bully and a crowd of his peers it appeared that Tyler was going to throw Jake under the bus. Jake just wanted to run away and hide, but there was nowhere to go.
Tyler stormed back over to Jake and grabbed him by the shirt. Jake flinched and braced himself for what came next, but he wasn’t expecting next move. Tyler pulled Jake in close and planted a long kiss right on his lips. Jake was shocked at first, but once he figured out what was going on he returned the kiss with just as much passion. Everyone was dead silent.
When Tyler finally broke away from Jake he turned around to face Biff. “Would you look at that? You called something right for once. I wouldn’t make a habit of it, though.” Tyler said with a smug look of satisfaction on his face. Most of the crowd began cheering, a few started muttering, and at least one in the crowd felt his heart breaking.
Biff was now furious. He screamed at Tyler “Fuckin fags! What good is having a dick if you don’t know how to use it!” With an angry roar he rushed forward and kicked Tyler right between the legs.
Tyler couldn’t register the pain. He felt the initial blow, and then nothing. His vision condensed to a small point of light, almost as if his mind was an old monitor that had just burnt out. He could hear nothing, but a shrill ringing in his ears. Tyler hit the floor hard. He must have fallen but he couldn’t remember ever doing it. It was like he had fallen years ago and had just finally hit the floor. It felt like all the muscles in his abdomen began to collapse inward and cramp up. His stomach did the same. Tyler felt he need to puke, but nothing would come up. He just lay on the floor alternating between heaving and gasping for breath.
The second Tyler went down Jake felt like time slowed down. He could see Biff charging at him while screaming something. Jake didn’t understand. He couldn’t recognize sounds anymore. He just watched in shock as a giant fist came rushing slowly at his head.
Jake was a little taller than biff, but Biff was solid muscle. Jake also had never been in a fight before. He knew he was doomed. He had no idea how to fight back and he lacked the physical strength to do so even if he wanted to. So instead of fighting back he just stared blankly at the first flying towards his face.
Right before the fist was going to hit something happened. Jake could see it all very clearly since everything seemed to be going at a fraction of its normal speed. He saw a younger, smaller boy run in between Biff and him. This boy had black, stylish, emo rocker hair, and was wearing tight black pants, a white button up shirt, a black tie, and black and white converse shoes. The boy’s left hand shot up and hit Biff in the wrist, causing his punch to veer off course and miss Jake. Then the boy delivered a strong strike right to Biff’s gut while he was still falling forward from the punch. The second hit cause Biff to stagger forward, and then the boy did one quick, hard, upwards palm strike right into Biff’s nose.
The loud sickening crunch snapped Jake back into reality. The normal flow of time returned, as did the sounds. Biff was on the ground screaming as he clutched his hands to his face. Jake could see the blood streaming through his fingers. The boy grabbed Jake’s sleeve and shook it to get Jake’s attention. “Come on. We have to get Tyler to the nurse.”
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It was a good thing that Sam lived so far out in the country. There was at least three acres until the next house, and if they could see the mountain of cock sticking out the side of Sam’s second floor bedroom, one could hope it would be too dark for them to comprehend what they saw. Unfortunately, though, Sam’s room only had one exit, and it was currently blocked by a solid wall of cock and balls. Jake had managed to hold back his dicksplosion of growth until he had gotten to the doorway, but only just barely. He now stood there in the doorframe with his giant nuts occupying the entirety of the landing at the top of the stairs leading to Sam’s place. Jake’s enormous ballsack filled the entire balcony and even spilled over the sides of the railing a bit.
Jake just stood in awe as he looked at his magnificent cum spheres. They were each easily taller than the doorway, probably at least ten feet tall; that is even after being smooshed down a bit from their own weight. Jake’s dick was easily wider than the doorframe. Jake was lucky that his expansion had happened at such an angle that his dick was pointed straight up as it draped over top of his gigantic balls. It was a very tight fit, though. Jake could feel his dick being smashed against the outside wall of the loft and the overhanging shingles digging in and scratching the topside of his massive cock. Jake was so amazed by his own size that all he could do is just stand there and rub his hand along the wall of cock flesh in front of him with pride.
Tyler and Sam were standing on either side of Jake. Tyler was worn out from having to pretty much carry Jake, Jake’s sixteen foot endowment, and his own fourteen foot package across the room at record speed. Sam had helped carry Jake and Jake Junior, but Tyler was on his own with “Little” Tyler. When Tyler caught his breath enough to speak he said. “Crisis averted.” And gave a thumbs up to Sam.
Sam didn’t seem nearly as excited as Tyler was. “For now, but how do we get out?”
Tyler’s Thumbs up and jaw dropped. “…Ah.” Tyler walked over to the window; it might be more precise to describe Tyler’s awkward gait as more of a waddle than a walk. Even with his custom fit pants, Tyler’s humongous package limited his mobility quite a bit. He didn’t have much of any room to move his legs forward; instead he had to pivot his motion on the balls of his feet while he swung his legs wide. If not for the giant mass of cock and balls swinging wide in front of him, Tyler would have looked a lot like some bow-legged, cartoon gunslinger stomping off to a duel.
The drop from the window was over twenty feet. Jumping down might be possible, but it was not recommended. Tyler opened the window and leaned out to survey his surroundings. The railing to the side of the balcony that currently held Jakes massive nuts was only about two feet away. The railing itself was very solidly constructed wood; very nice quality; very sturdy. The handrail portion of the railing was nice and wide. It was plenty wide enough to walk across; plenty wide for a normal person anyway. “Yo, Sammy. Think you can hop over to the railing from here?”
Sam came running over to the window and looked at where Tyler was pointing. It was doable; pretty easily actually. The real problem was what to do once he got there. Jake’s balls were spilling over into the stairway. If Sam crawled over them, he might be able to climb down the other side and land on the stairs, but that seemed dangerous. The other option was climb all the way up onto Jake’s cock and walk down it until he got low enough to jump off safely. That seemed a much better option to Sam.
Sam quickly pulled his boots on and laced up. He could probably use a little extra traction, and he didn’t really relish the thought of walking barefoot across the splintery wooden handrail. Once his boots were securely on, Sam climbed onto the windowsill and over took a long step over to the railing.
Tyler was enjoying the show from his watch post at the window. As Sam leaned up against the wall, one foot on the railing and one on the windowsill, his long dong dangled enticingly down around his knees. Tyler watched entranced as each movement of Sam’s hands along the wall caused a ripple through his large flaccid cock and huge sagging balls.
Sam finally managed to find a good position where he could brace himself and take the second step over to the railing without the risk of falling off. He grabbed on to the overhang from the roof with one hand as he stabled himself against the wall with the other. Sam quickly stepped across and then spun around so he was face to face with the giant mound of Jake.
Sam ran a hand across Jake’s massive nut. It was soft and warm and had a nice bit of give to it. Sam clasped a bit of the skin of Jake’s sack with his hand to test it out. Sam could easily grab on to enough of it to pull himself up with. “Sorry, dude.” Sam quickly apologized as he put one booted foot against the side of Jake’s enormous testicle and began climbing up the side.
Sam really didn’t have to apologize to Jake. Jake completely understood what he had to do, and it’s not like Sam was hurting Jake at all by clambering around on top of his sensitive organs; in fact, Jake was rather enjoying the feeling. He couldn’t see Sam climbing up the side of his colossal pouch, but he could certainly feel it. Sam’s clutching large clumps of flesh from the side of Jake’s sack tickled quite a bit; it felt almost like he had a small creature, like a spider, crawling over him. As Jake thought about it, Sam really was a small creature compared to his mammoth endowments. Jake tried not to think about how Sam was like an insect compared to his gigantic package, but despite his best efforts, Jake could feel the warm tickling sensation spreading across his dick. Jake was getting turned on by this; very turned on.
Jake could also feel Sam’s heavy, thick soled boots digging into the side of his balls. Sam was using his hands purely to steady himself; his legs were doing the heavy lifting. Each time Sam pushed himself up further and further with his feet, Jake could feel Sam’s boots dig in nice and deep; massaging the side of his nut like tiny fingers. Jake could feel his dick inflating as he got even more aroused. The overhang from the roof dug in even deeper as Jake’s cock became thicker and thicker.
The pain and itching from roofing was getting to be too much for Jake. He had to do something before it broke the skin or his dick broke the roof. Jake began sliding forward as best he could; trying to move to shift his massive nuts forward to give his dick some breathing room. Jake managed one powerful heave that shifted his balls forward. The center of gravity on his nuts was high enough that they rolled over the railing in front of him. His balls were now straddling the railing, which felt a little odd; not bad, per se, but not comfortable either. It gave his cock much needed breathing room, though. For that Jake was very grateful. He let out a long sigh of relief as he could feel his dick now free from any and all shingle lacerations.
Sam wasn’t sure what Jake was doing, but he wished Jake would stop. It was hard enough for Sam to keep a grip on his precarious perch without Jake humping the railing. Sam could feel Jake’s balls sliding forward as they pressed up against the railing harder and harder. Finally the forward momentum became enough to cause Jake’s nuts to start to roll over the side. Sam really hoped Jake would stop soon. He really doubted that riding Jake’s balls over the side like a Splash Mountain log would be all that fun or all that safe.
Sam breathed a sigh of relief as Jake stopped fidgeting. Good timing too, because it looked like if Jake had squeezed forward a few more inches, it would have been enough to send Sam over the edge. Sam pushed himself up tight against Jake’s balls as he took some deep breaths to steady his heart rate.
Tyler was watching Sam intently from his perch at the window. He could tell that Sam had stopped climbing, but he couldn’t be sure why. Sam seemed to be in no immediate danger. He had just stopped for a breather. Sam was pressed flat against the side of Jake’s monstrous nut; digging deeply into the side. Sam had one leg raised; prepped for the next hop up. Tyler really liked the pose Sam was in. It really showed off his cute ass and nice legs; not to mention, Sam’s nice, long cock was mushed against Jake’s ballsack. This caused Sam’s cock and balls to be pushed downward, making them extra visible from the back. Tyler got to see all of Sam’s best features at once. Well, almost all; Tyler had to admit that Sam had a really cute face, too.
Once Sam had gotten his breath back, he continued the climb. He really wasn’t that far from the top of Jake’s huge nut when he had to take a breather, and after a few quick hops, the incline became much less severe. Sam was more or less crawling for the last few feet of his climb.
Now that Sam was on top of Jake’s balls, it was time to continue the climb onto Jake’s enormous dick. Thankfully, Jake’s colossal shaft was nestled in the valley between his humongous nuts, but the top half that was exposed was still a bit taller than Sam. Sam dug in and leapt off of Jake’s balls with all his might. He easily managed to get a good grip of the topside of Jake’s mammoth cock and pull himself up.
Jake let out a moan of pleasure as he felt the massaging pressure of Sam’s tiny boots kicking off of his nuts like a diving board. Jake quickly tried to act casual and play it off, but he could tell that Tyler heard him. It was getting harder and harder for Jake to keep his hormones in check; especially now that he could feel Sam clambering along on top of his cock. Jake was trying really hard not to bone with his friend along for the ride, but Jake feared he wouldn’t have much say in the matter.
Sam quickly got his footing atop Jake’s leviathan cock and began to walk slowly down the length. Sam had to keep hunched forward to keep his balance; making sure to keep his hands low enough that he could quickly steady himself with his arms if needed. Sam felt like some action hero in some summer blockbuster trying to sneak along the top of a bus or train. He could swear he could even hear the Mission Impossible theme. Wait a tick… He could hear the Mission Impossible theme. Sam looked back to the window and saw Tyler leaning out singing “Dunt-Dunt-dun-dun…”
Tyler was loving the show. Sam’s little secret agent man stealth crawl caused his huge dick to drag along the top of Jake’s far more massive cock. Sam’s nuts swung heavily as he continued his half crawl, half sprint across the top of the mountainous member. The pose really accentuated all of Sam’s firm muscles in his legs and especially in his nice, tight ass.
Sam just shook his head. He was trying to look dismayed, but he was chuckling silently to himself. Tyler really knew how to diffuse a tense situation. Sam continued his trek. He was making very good progress. He could see that the trip was going to be a bit longer than he had hoped, though. Looking down over the side, Sam could see that Jake was already well past a semi. At first, it as nice because it made Sam’s descent far less steep, but it also meant that Sam had to go a lot farther before Jake’s cock managed to hit the ground. Sam could only hope that he reached a safe altitude before Jake really started to get hard.
Almost as if to spite him, Sam could feel Jake’s dick give a violent jerk upwards. It was really starting to harden fast now. Sam lay down as flat against Jake’s titanic cock as he could and really dug in with his hands and feet to try and wait out the storm.
Jake was trying to keep his mind clear of all sexy thoughts, but it wasn’t working. His rational thinking was quickly being overpowered by his libido. He could feel Sam crawling around on top of his vast dick; so completely dwarfed by its sheer size and magnitude. Jake swelled up with pride, and Jake Junior swelled up with lust. Jake was briefly snapped back to sanity when he felt his dick give a huge lurch. He was immediately calmed and then further aroused by the sensation of Sam bracing himself against Jake’s tremendous cock.
Sam could feel Jake’s cock slowly rising under him. Jake was getting harder and harder by the minute, and poor Sam was along for the ride. Sam wasn’t sure what to do. Should he cut his losses and jump down now? He had to be thirty feet up. He would break a leg for sure, but at least he would be off the ever rising shaft.
Sam looked back. He was well over halfway there. He had maybe another twenty feet to go until he reached the tip. Sam had hoped that by reaching the tip, his weight would cause enough leverage to push Jake’s semi low enough for Sam to hop off, but as Jake had gotten closer and closer to a full scale erection, Sam realized this was not to be. Sam really didn’t think he could make it safely back down to the base of Jake’s shaft. Like it or not, he was along for the ride.
Sam braced himself as Jake’s colossal member really sprung to life. Sam was feeling a little bit of motion sickness as Jake’s cock swung upwards to its full upright and locked position. Sam could feel his grip slipping. He was lifted up past being vertical. Jake’s dick had a bit of a curve to it, and so Sam was now leaning backwards trying to keep a hold of an inclined surface. Add on the fact that the skin of Jake’s cock was now pulled nice and tight across his throbbing boner, Sam was in quite a pickle. There was no way he could climb up farther from this side. His only hope was to make it around to the soft underside. There should be much better purchase and a much more favorable incline there.
Sam looked around as best he could. His stomach sank as he looked down. He was fifty feet above Jake’s goliath, cushiony nuts. Maybe if he slid down he could use them to break his fall. Sam really didn’t like his chances there. If he missed he would at best slam into the roof fifty feet below him, at worst he would slam into the mud almost eighty feet below. Sam’s best bet was to get to the tip another twenty feet up.
As Sam surveyed his options he spotted something that just might get him around to the safer, soft underside. There was a huge bulging vein running along the side of Jake’s giant, meaty cock. If Sam could slide down a few feet and get to it, he could use it to inch his way around. Sam took a deep breath and loosened his grip. He managed to not fall straight backwards into the abyss, but slide slowly and securely down to the vein.
Sam slowly and carefully reached across was his foot and managed to get a nice foothold on the puffy blood vessel. Once he had a firm footing he was able to inch his way over until he was securely standing on top of it. Sam had never felt so small and insignificant in his life. He was clutching for survival to a vein on the side of his friend’s gigantic cock shaft. Sam could feel the rhythmic pulsing of Jake’s heartbeat as blood pumped through the tube at his feet. Sam could also feel his own cock twitching to life. Shit. He wasn’t really getting turned on by this was he? Sam made a mental note to angrily rub one out if he survived this mess.
Sam took a moment to count out Jake’s heartbeat and get the rhythm. Sam really wanted to be sure he was secured during each pulse. Sam concentrated and brought his breathing in line with Jake’s heartbeat and slowly began to inch his way around the side of his buddy’s titanic spire. Thump-ump slide thump-ump slide thump-ump slide.
Sam breathed a long sigh of relief as he had finally reached the relative safety of the soft underside of Jake’s impressive tower. Sam waited a moment for his heart rate to get back down to manageable levels before he continued his climb. The climb was relatively easy. Within a few upward pushes, Sam had reach and area where the incline was getting nice and shallow, but he could feel something welling up beneath him.
Tyler was simultaneously worried about Sam, and extremely turned on by the events. He had panicked when Sam had vanished from view; clinging for life to the side of Jake’s rising rocket. Tyler was only calmed by Jake’s play by play coverage of Sam’s journey to the top of Barad-dong. Jake’s deep breathing and husky voice, signified that he was getting dangerously close to cumming, but it also made his story sound so much sexier. Tyler was deeply and truly worried for Sam, but the way Jake rasped on about how “Oh, god. I can feel his boots digging into my… fuuuuuuuuucc.” Was giving Tyler the weirdest worry boner he had ever experienced.
Sam could feel the gallons and gallons of pre being pumped through the pipeline beneath him. He could feel it gurgling and churning its way up the shaft beneath his palms and feet. Sam was so close to the top now, if he hurried he could hopefully find some safety at the top. Sam had reached the end of Jake’s soft, brown outer cock skin. Sam could see the visible scarring and stark contrast between the skin that covered the rest of Jake’s dick, and the taut, pink under skin that was now exposed from Jake’s circumcision all those many long years ago. If Sam survived this he swore to go visit Jake’s parents and punch them in the face for mutilating their baby like that.
At least the incline was pretty shallow by this point. Even without the extra stability from being able to grab onto bunches of soft, spongy, flesh, Sam was able to crawl on to the tip without too much trouble. The problem was: what now? Sam could feel Jake’s cock heave again. Sam had no time to ponder, he had to act. Now!
Sam managed to scamper the last few feet to the top of Jake’s cock and lay down on the head. Sam was hunkered as best he could be. There wasn’t much to grab on to, but he was relatively horizontal. It also helped that the steady waterfall of pre leaking from Jake’s gaping maw was sliding off the backside of Jake’s cock and not towards Sam. Hopefully that would all work in his favor.
Jake was so close to bursting. He wanted to just unload a flurry of jizz across the countryside, but he was so afraid for Sam’s life. He would never be able to live with himself if he had hurt one of his friends in a fit of lust. He could feel Sam pressed up against the tip of his cock. “He’s at the tip… I can feel him… What do I do?” Jake was pleading with Tyler.
Tyler wracked his brain as best he could. He should be asking Jake what to do. Jake was the smart one, but Jake’s mind was fried by panic and hormones. Tyler was barely holding onto his sanity as it was, but Tyler had an idea that might just work. He quickly grabbed Jake’s hand and tried to get him to relax as he walked Jake through it. “Just let it out. Slowly. Just let it all flow out.”
Jake nodded as he tried to relax. He hoped that Tyler knew what he was doing. Jake thought he might know what Tyler was suggesting. Jake tried to maintain control as he let the cum flow from him. Instead of letting it all go at once like he normally did.
Sam could smell it; warm, creamy jizz and lots of it. Jake was cumming, and Sam was in for the ride of his life. He could feel Jake’s titanic dick sway violently as it reached climax. The spongy head was expanding and contracting as if it were breathing. Slowly huge gobs of cum began gurgling up from Jake’s shaft and splooging outwards; oozing down the sides of Jake’s cock. The huge, thick globs of cum were bigger and thicker than Sam was.
The thick, slimy strands continued to pump out of Jake’s dick; gallon after gallon poured out. The slimy waves washed over Sam’s body, but still he managed to stay firmly rooted. Sam soon found a rhythm where he could sneak in breaths between waves, as he rode out the maelstrom of cum.
Jake wanted to just blast his load so bad. Letting it out slowly like this was driving him mad. It was like he was barely managing to keep ahead of his raging libido. Jake could still feel Sam clinging to the tip of is dick, tough. Just knowing that Sam was still safe there gave him the strength to keep at it. Jake must have cum slowly for twenty minutes before he finally started to come down from his raging hardon.
Sam could feel Jake’s dick slowly begin to droop lower. Jizz was still pouring from the mouth, but at least Sam felt like his wild ride was nearing an end. Sam crawled through the slimy muck along the tip of Jake’s cock head; staying as close to horizontal as he could while Jake deflated.
Jake had finally softened back down to a droopy semi. The top of Jake’s cock dipped down towards the ground, but didn’t come anywhere close to touching it. Sam wanted to wait it out and see if he could get even closer to the ground, but he could feel Jake’s cock twitching again. Jake had managed to ride out his orgasm without shooting all over the place, but he was nowhere near spent yet. Sam would have to make use of his lull the best he could.
Sam slid forwards a bit. He could see the steady strand of spooge dribbling from Jake’s cock. It was extra thick this time since Jake had been holding it back that whole time. You would think he hadn’t gotten off in weeks. Sam could see the large puddle of jizz pooling on the ground below him. He had an idea that should work. If nothing else he would have a relatively soft landing in the pool of spunk.
Sam crawled forward a little farther and slid into the open chasm of Jake’s cock. He managed to brace himself as the cum washed over him. Sam was soon thoroughly coated in the spunk. Once he felt like he had enough on him, he let himself get washed out with the flow. Sam slowly fell to the earth suspended in a slimy strand of giant spooge. He felt like he would never be clean again, but at least he was alive.
Sam staggered out of the jizz puddle and into the open field. He could see Tyler watching anxiously from the window. Tyler’s eyes lit up as Sam waved to him to show that he was safe. Tyler vanished from the window and must have told Jake the good news, because Jake’s enormous member was once again swelling to vast heights.
Tyler was so excited to see Sam safe. Now that he was no longer fearing for his friend’s life, he had nothing to stop him from rubbing one out. As scary at Sam’s little journey was, it was also hot as fuck. Tyler was already leaking all over Sam’s carpet.
Tyler didn’t want to make more of a mess than he already had, but what could he do? He was stuck in here until Sam managed to shrink Jake back down. All Tyler knew was that if he didn’t do something soon he was going to nut all over Sam’s room… again!
Tyler spotted the open window and realized that his best bet as to try and shoot outside. He aimed his cock as best he could and thrusted in the direction of the open portal. Tyler had hit dead on. He could feel the frame of the window rubbing along his shaft as he pumped in and out. Somewhere deep in the back of Tyler’s mind he realized how ludicrous it was that he was basically fucking a house, but he couldn’t stop. His relief at Sam’s safety just made him even hornier. It was time to let off that pent up sexual frustration.
Sam could hear moans of pleasure coming from his room. He looked up to see half of Tyler’s cock sticking out of his window. Sam was right in the line of fire, but there was nothing he could do. He was too tired to fight back or even move. He had just successfully scaled Mount Saint Hardon and ridden its warm discharge to safety. All of the adrenaline that had kept Sam moving was gone. Sam just started laughing as he fell to his knees. Wouldn’t that be how it goes? Survive a harrowing journey just to be spooged to death by a reckless bud.
Sam could hear the wall of his house creaking as Tyler thrusted into the window one last time; going in deeper than he had before. Sam could do nothing but watch as the giant jets of cum arced through the air and crashed down around him. The streams of jizz splattered to the ground, ricocheting back up and splashing against Sam, as other streams rained down from above. He was being drenched with cum from all directions.
Sam didn’t even try to fight it. He just let the torrents buffet against his body. He was rocked back and forth as he was hit by jet after jet. Before he knew it, Sam was lying flat on his back in and ever growing puddle of Tyler’s spunk. Sam could feel his own cock stand at attention in the midst of the downpour.
Sam didn’t want to admit it, but climbing around on Jake’s mountainous cock had really gotten him horny. Now that Sam wasn’t afraid of dying at any second, he could finally enjoy it. The memories of his harrowing adventure came flooding back to him. Each scene replayed in vivid detail in his mind as he came hard. His own spurts mixed with Tyler’s in the air and rained back down on him.
Sam continued to cum again and again until he was completely spent. He was left floating on his back in a field of jizz. There was far too much around him to just be his and Tyler’s. Sam managed to look beside him and see that Jake’s dick was hanging floppily over the railing now as well. It’s impossible to tell just how much that that behemoth had unleashed upon the landscape.
As Sam’s hardon died down, he could feel it lay down and slap against his feet. Soaking in so much of Tyler’s warm cum had definitely had a lasting impact on him. Sam could only laugh as he thought about how big his dick must be now. Five? Six feet? And that wasn’t even released. Sam had hoped to pretend to be normal for at least one more day at school, but now that would be impossible.
Oh well… Time to whip up another pair of bulge panties.
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As Sam slogged back to his house, Jake was taking stock of his current predicament. He needed to clean up pretty bad. He had worked up quite a sweat during the day, and he felt overall grimy and gross. He was also coated in spunk; most of it was dry by now, but everything below his knees was currently soaking in a crater of creamy jizz.
Jake looked around in awe at the damage to Sam’s backyard. Jake’s massive dick had quite literally left a lasting impression on the landscape. There was a long shallow trench, where his cock had been lying, and one large crater where his monstrous balls had smashed deep into the terrain. Jake knew he should feel bad about the damage he had done; on a certain level he did, but he was also beaming with pride over the sheer scope and magnitude of his colossal endowments.
Jake managed to wade out of the slimy pond of cum. His cock was now saturated with jizz inside and out; on the outside because he had just had to drag his junk through a small lake of spunk, and on the inside because Tyler had blasted his load deep down Jake’s shaft not too long ago. Jake realized he had probably ejected all of Tyler’s spooge when he had let loose his own torrential load, but he liked to believe that he still had a bit of Tyler’s juices deep within him. The thought made him feel warm and fuzzy inside, as well as aroused and twitchy down low.
From outside of the jizz pool, Jake could begin to get a feel for just how large the crater he had left was. It was quite a bit bigger around than the average store bought kiddy pool, but nowhere near as large enough to really be considered a swimming pool. It was definitely not deep enough to swim in. Jake sighed a bit, thinking about how nice it would have been if it actually were big enough for swimming. He figured that between Tyler and him, they could fill a home swimming pool. Probably, Jake thought. He’d soon be able to fill one by himself easy enough if things went right.
As it was, Jake’s prized cum puddle was only really large enough for wading, and maybe sitting down and relaxing in. It was kind of like a hot tub only filled with jizz instead of water. Jake considered this a bit. He wondered if he knew anyone that had a hot tub who would let him use it. Jake would love to settle down and relax in his own private jizzcuzzi.
The downside to his open air jizz pool was that it was quickly cooling. The thought of taking a nice hot soak in a warm spooge bath sounded amazing, but if left in its current state it would quickly begin to cool and coagulate. Jake really didn’t want to slog around in a chilly quagmire of spooge.
Jake paced the perimeter of his enormous dickprint as he continued to marvel at the sheer size. As he reached the tip of the imprint he began to notice the smaller, less pronounced indentation of Tyler’s own penis. Tyler’s was huge, massive even, but it did not have the sheer size and weight that Jake’s did to allow it to sink deep into the soggy ground. Jake pondered the shapes with bemused fascination; what would people think if they saw them from above? Would there be a media circus surrounding the bizarre dick shaped patterns that had appeared all over a local field?
Jake chuckled to himself as he imagined the tabloids exploding with the news of alien pranksters drawing cocks across the surface of the earth; giant dick doodles visible from hundreds of feet in the air. Hundreds of feet? Jake could do better than that. Give him a week and he’ll be able to make cock circles that are visible from space, Jake thought to himself with a sense of smug satisfaction and a grin to match.
Jake’s daydreams were rudely interrupted by the wet smack of a damp, projectile washrag to the side of the face. Jake peeled the rag off his face and readied a retort as he turned to face his assailant. He only managed “Hey! What’s the i-“ before getting sprayed in the face by a cold jet from the hose.
Tyler was giggling like a little kid who had just worked up the courage to say ”fart” for the first time. He was laughing so hard that his grip on the trigger for the hose had slipped a bit reducing the stream intensity from piercing beam to fine mist. Tyler loved ruining Jake’s daydreams. Tyler loved the look of bewildered indignation that Jake always had on his face as he was forcibly snapped back into reality, and Tyler especially loved the way that Jake’s look of defiance quickly softened when he saw Tyler.
Jake couldn’t stay mad at Tyler. Not that he was mad to begin with, just startled. Jake’s default reaction to being caught off guard was always to act angry. Jake saw Tyler standing before him; trying to shoot Jake some more with the hose but failing miserably. Tyler was laughing too hard to aim the hose properly or grip the trigger tight enough to get a decent stream going. Jake’s demeanor softened and a smile crept onto his face. “Oh, you think this is funny do you?” Jake roared in feigned rage.
Jake tried to charge at Tyler, but his junk was so huge that it made it very hard for him to move quickly; or at all for that matter. Jake lumbered awkwardly towards Tyler. Jake had managed to hoist his hefty dick over his shoulder to get it out of his way, but it was so long that it dragged along the ground behind him. It was also incredibly heavy, and it was so thick that it was like trying to carry a tree trunk over his shoulder.
His dick was only half the problem, though. His balls were so huge now that they scraped the ground as he walked. Jake’s massive, full pouch made it very difficult to move his legs. Each step consisted of him shoving a nut out of his way with his leg as he dragged his body forward; it was exhausting.
Fortunately, Tyler seemed to have just as much trouble moving. His massive, sagging nuts anchored him firmly to the ground. Tyler tried unsuccessfully to back away from Jake’s lurching advance. The combination of his giggle fit, the weight of his gigantic package, and the slick terrain caused him to lose his footing and fall flat on his back. Tyler realized that he was beaten, and so he dropped the hose and just lay there, laughing, as he awaited his fate.
Jake couldn’t help but want to have a little more fun at Tyler’s expense. Seeing Tyler lying there, helpless and exposed, gave Jake an idea. Jake walked up beside Tyler, and in one, strained motion, managed to throw his leg over Tyler’s body so that he was now standing directly over Tyler. Jake’s massive balls were resting heavily on Tyler’s chest. Tyler was completely pinned down by nothing other than the sheer weight of his boyfriend’s nuts.
Jake was teabagging Tyler without even needing to squat down at all. The scenario was a strangely erotic throwback to the many hours the two of them had wasted duking it out on Halo. Jake always won when the two of them went mano a mano. In the virtual world, Tyler’s muscles and endurance didn’t help him at all. Jake’s ruthless efficiency, and calculated attacks, easily trumped Tyler’s spray and pray mentality.
It had become a bit of a ritual that Jake would go over and teabag Tyler after he had won the match. What Jake had never dared admit at the time was that he secretly wished he could rub his junk across Tyler’s face in the real world, too. Now one of his darkest fantasies was coming true.
Even in Jake’s wildest dreams, he had never imagined it like this, though. His balls were so large that they completely eclipsed all of Tyler’s torso. He could feel Tyler’s face buried into the underside of his nutsack. Jake had dreamed of rubbing his junk against Tyler’s face, but it would be more accurate to say that Tyler was rubbing his face against Jake’s junk. Tyler seemed to be enjoying this as much as Jake was, if not more so.
Jake was getting really aroused by this. He could feel his dick swelling up, making it harder for him to continue to hold it up. It was getting heavier by the moment. Not to mention that it was getting to be so thick around that Jake could no longer support it with just one arm. Jake’s arm was too tired to support it any longer and he let it fall to the ground beside him with a heavy smack. Jake’s massive python began to straighten itself out as it became harder and harder; soon it was pointing straight forward as it achieved a semi erect state.
If Jake had looked back he would have seen Tyler’s own cock doing much the same thing. Tyler’s dick was inflating rapidly as it lifted itself off the ground. He was so turned on by being pinned under his lover’s balls. Tyler’s entire field of vision was filled with Jake’s nuts. Tyler wanted to reach up and squeeze Jake’s balls with both hands, but both of his arms were completely immobilized by the sheer mass of the package on top of him. Instead Tyler dug his face in as deep as he could; letting the warmth and smell emanating from Jake’s colossal orbs to cover him completely. Tyler’s heart was filled with joy as all of his senses were dominated by the monstrous ballsack that was resting on top of him; Tyler could even taste it. The taste wasn’t all that great, though; the underside of Jake’s pouch was completely coated in mud.
Tyler and Jake were both rock hard in a matter of minutes. Neither one of them wanted to move from their current position. “Honestly, I can’t leave you two alone for a minute.” Sam said. He was standing beside Jake watching the two of them with a cocky smile. He was trying his best to look smug and in control, but his cheeks were bright red and he was rock hard as well. He was now almost completely clean except for a little trickle of pre that was running down the length of his huge cock. Sam’s erection pushed up into his chest, as it stood fully at attention.
Sam reached down and picked up the hose that had fallen from Tyler’s hands. He kind of guessed that Tyler would not be successful in getting Jake cleaned up. He had hoped that Tyler would avoid getting nearly as dirty as he had, though. What little of Tyler Sam could actually see made it obvious tat Tyler was now completely coated in mud and spunk. What little bit of his body that hadn’t been shoved down into the jizzy muck was pressed up against Jake’s equally filthy underside. “Come on, you two. We don’t have time for this right now.”
Sam hit them both with a long solid jet from the hose to help bring down their libidos and remind them of what they were supposed to be doing. Jake let out a long, dejected sigh. Sam couldn’t be sure, but he thought he heard a muffled whimper from Tyler as well.
Jake begrudgingly dragged his junk off of Tyler and followed Sam to the driveway where they could wash off without getting muddy again. Tyler just lay there for a moment longer. Now that he was released from The Incredible Bulk, Tyler was finally able to take a few deep breaths and recover. As nice as it was to be so deeply nestled in his lover’s nuts, all that weight against his chest made it very hard to breath.
Tyler couldn’t help but notice that his whole body had sunk into the muck. He was now deep within his own personal Tyler shaped crater. It was really comfortable, actually. It was kind of like being on a super squishy memory foam bed. Tyler couldn’t help but think that this whole scenario reminded him of Loki in The Avengers movie.
Tyler had loved that movie. He had gone to see it with Jake; just Jake. Tyler had secretly thought of it like a date. They had both invited a group of friends to go see it with them, but Tyler had managed to confuse or convince all of the friends he had invited so that they didn’t actually show up. Looking back on it now, he had to wonder if Jake had done the same thing.
As Tyler pulled himself out of his own private Loki crater, he couldn’t help but think of how much better that scene would have been if The Hulk had teabagged Loki. It would be even better had they not been clothed as well. Tyler never did understand how The Hulk managed to keep his pants on during his transformations. That’s probably why he was so angry all the time. Can you imagine how much it must hurt to have your junk smushed into such a tight pair of pants?
Tyler understood the basics of comic book logic, and censorship enough to know that The Hulk would never be allowed on screen, or even achieve decent levels of publication if he had gone full on Doctor Manhattan, but Tyler would be A OK with there being some mean green peen on the screen in the director’s cut. Mean green peen on the screen? Well, now that his sports career was down the drain, maybe Tyler could get a job as a lyricist. DJ Ubercock cumming to a club near you.
Tyler eventually managed to drag himself to his feet and stagger off towards the driveway. Jake was already completely clean by the time he got there. Sam and Jake were still rock hard, too. Tyler had to give Sam some credit; he had remarkable self control when he wanted to. Tyler could tell from the look in Jake’s eyes that Jake had wanted to get off for some time now, but Sam wasn’t going to allow it.
Tyler would have loved to get both of them off, again and again, but he was so sore and tired. You wouldn’t believe how much being crushed under a massive pair of nuts would take it out of you. It felt great at the time, but now that he had managed to get up and get moving, he could really feel the soreness all over. Dragging his hefty nuts and his own twelve foot tall spire of cock across the mushy terrain hadn’t helped much either.
When Tyler finally reached solid land, all he wanted to do was fall over from exhaustion. He started to stagger sideways, but Sam caught him. Tyler was really glad to have a friend like Sam who was always there to catch you if you fell. Well, he was until Sam shoved Tyler forward so that he fell face down into his own cock. That little bitch.
Sam could tell that the majority of the grime on Tyler’s body was on his backside, where he had been pressed into the mud. So when Tyler began to stumble sideways, Sam seized the opportunity to guide Tyler so that he would fall forward instead. This left him a perfect position to wash Tyler off with minimal interference. Tyler seemed grateful when Sam caught him, but quickly began to mutter something unintelligible as Sam guided him forward.
Once Tyler was in position Sam hosed him down. The mud came off really easily since it was all pretty fresh. Sam was glad for that because he really didn’t think he’d be able to keep his own raging hormones in check if he had had to rub down Tyler again; especially if he had had to try and rub down that magnificent cock. It had taken every ounce of Sam’s resolve not do his best Slim Pickens impersonation, and ride Jake’s colossal member like an A-bomb over Russia. It really didn’t help that Jake was so deep in a lustful haze that he kept grinding his dick against Sam as Sam had tried to wash him off either.
Finally, everyone was cleaned off, and they could finally get to work on getting clothed for school tomorrow. Their erections had started to fade too, a fact that they were all a little sad about. Even Sam was a little sad about having not been able to get off, and he had been the one keeping everyone from rubbing one out. Jake and Tyler downheartedly followed Sam up into his spunky mancave.
Just to be clear, “spunky mancave” refers to the cum coated wreckage of Sam’s bedroom and not Sam’s ass hole. That particular mancave was not spunky at all; Sam was still half a virgin in that regards.
Sam kicked off his cum soaked boots, the only article of clothing he had been wearing, before stepping into his room. It was probably completely unnecessary; since it was not like he could make his room any dirtier by wearing his shoes inside. “Right. Time to get to work.” Sam clapped his hands together with mild enthusiasm. Now that his raging boner had died down a bit, and he was about ready to start work, he was finally starting to shake the cloud of lust that had covered his mind. The joy of his hobby and the general good vibes he got from helping friends were starting to set in and lift his spirits.
Sam’s quickly brightening disposition was infectious. In no time at all Jake and Tyler were also excited to get to work. “All right! Let’s get to work! … What are we working on?” Tyler was excited, but he was also confused. Sam hadn’t shared any of his plans with him yet.
Sam just reached into his desk and pulled out a small rolled up tape measure and chucked it to Tyler. “Start measuring up. We’re going to get you two dressed for tomorrow.”
Jake and Tyler looked at each other skeptically. It would be good to be able to go out in society again, but how? There is no way they could mask their huge dicks anymore, nor did they particularly want to.
Sam could see the doubt in their expressions. “Look. You guys are so huge that no matter what we do your bulges are going to be painfully obvious. Fortunately, there is nothing illegal about having a huge bulge, and if you got it, may as well flaunt it.” There was a devious twinkle in Sam’s eyes. Jake had only ever seen this level of deviant glee executed effectively by Tyler. Jake was strangely excited by the thought; not to mention aroused.
Tyler couldn’t wait to flaunt his enormous junk all around school tomorrow, and quickly began unrolling the tape. He gave one end of it to Jake to hold as he held onto the other and began unraveling the tape along the length of Jake’s cock. “187 inches!” Tyler shouted with excitement.
Sam wrote down the notes on a sheet of paper while Jake stood there stunned. “187? That’s over fifteen feet! That’s over twice as tall as I am!” A goofy grin crept over Jake’s face as he let it sink in. If he was over fifteen feet long at his small size, imagine what he was at full size. He wished he could be full size all of the time. Mobility be damned. He’d put some wheels on it and ride his cock down the street like a Macy’s day float if he had to.
Jake’s train of thought was rudely derailed by a ball of measuring tape to the face. Tyler loved throwing stuff at Jake right when he got to the good parts… “Do me next!” Tyler shouted as he bounced with enthusiasm. Jake watched with horny amusement as Tyler’s dick barely budged. Even though Tyler was jumping around, his cock was so big and heavy that it stayed solidly planted on the floor despite the motions of the host body.
Jake held on to the main spool, and tossed the measuring tape back to Tyler as best as he could. It fell a few feet short, but Tyler walked over and picked it up. Once Tyler placed the end of the tape at the base of his shaft, Jake lined up his end with the tip of Tyler’s cock. Jake’s eyes widened a bit and the edges of his mouth curled downwards into an expression that seemed to say “Not bad.” “163 inches.”
Tyler bounced some more “Hell yes, 163! That’s like…” Tyler stopped bouncing and tried to concentrate. “That’s like…”
“Almost 14 feet.” Jake said with a bemused sigh.
“Oh…” Tyler seemed a little crestfallen. “That’s huge, but. It kind of seems weaksauce after yours.” Tyler realized he really shouldn’t be so upset. After all, his was far bigger than most
people’s… Hell his was far bigger than most people. Besides, he could be as big as he wanted to be. Tyler could feel a familiar feeling build up inside of him. He stifled it, though. Now was not the time.
Jake reached down and patted the head of Tyler’s cock reassuringly. He would have preferred to give Tyler’s shoulder a nice reassuring pat, but by the time Jake would have managed to get all the way across the room, the moment would have long since past.
Sam finished his notes and gave the sheet to Jake; along with a pencil and a calculator. “Here. This is the basic template. Could you convert them to your sizes for me?”
“Oh. Sure.” Jake was glad to have something to do. It felt good to flex his brain muscles again. His mind had been foggy with sex all day; he really could use a little mental workout.
The conversions were incredibly simple, and Jake had each one done in under a minute. When he finished he looked up and could see that Sam had pulled out some rolls of fabric from his closet. They had been locked up, and seemed to have survived the onslaught of spunk that had saturated much of the room.
Sam set the first roll on the desk. “Right. I think the back needs to be a stronger fabric. It’ll be serving as the counterweight to the front. The front needs to be sturdy, but stretchy.” It was obvious to Jake that Sam was just thinking out loud, and didn’t expect a response, but Tyler was completely confused by what Sam was mumbling about.
Sam took the notes from Jake and quickly began measuring and cutting various pieces and shapes from each fabric. Jake and Tyler watched in awe as Sam handled each piece with surgical precision. It only took him maybe twenty minutes to get all the pieces cut out. After which he pulled to tarp off of his sewing machine and went to work.
Sam was using a very thick thread to bind all the pieces together. It had to be extra strong to hold it all together. Especially considering how tight it was going to be packed in the near future. Within an hour Sam had two pairs fully ready for use.
Jake looked on in awe as Sam handed him his pair. It was a pair of briefs, similar to the ill fated pair, that Sam had worn earlier in the night, but this one had more room in the front; much more room. If not for his gigantic wang, Jake could have easily fit his entire body into the frontal pouch. Jake thought about that for a second. Of course his dick was larger than two normal sized people, so it would make sense a person could fit in there. If it were a little larger, Jake could actually fit his gargantuan member and another person in there. Jake’s cock twitched has he imagined going about his daily life with someone packed into the front of his briefs, sandwiched comfortably between his thick dick and large squishy balls. It was a shame that Tyler’s cock was so large now; he would have been a perfect candidate.
Tyler got his pair from Sam next. It was ridiculous looking; a seemingly normal pair of black briefs with a parachute sewn onto the front. Tyler didn’t even know how to approach putting it on. He figured he might possibly could start with his dick first? Well what he did know was that he had to do his cock and balls and then his body. There is no way the waistband was big enough to fit around his cock and his body.
Tyler looked over at Jake who was already well on his way to getting dressed. Jake had started with his balls and then began slowly feeding his dick into the pouch. Tyler thought that it was such a shame that he couldn’t really make out Jake’s huge nuts in the pouch of the briefs, but as Jake managed to slip more and more of his cock into fabric enclosure, Tyler could see the contents clearer and clearer.
Jake finally managed to get the last of his impressive member into the front of the pants and pulled them up about his waist. It was an impressive sight to behold. The briefs were so tight on Jake that even his butt cheeks were clearly visible. Despite being encased in fabric, everything was clearly on display. Tyler could even clearly make out the unsheathed head of Jake’s cut cock.
The pants did their job, though. Jake’s package was tightly wrapped in it snug pouch. The briefs pulled his balls upwards enough to keep them from dragging across the floor; just barely though. Jake’s huge nuts now bulged out a few feet in front of him instead of downward, his long cock seemed noticeably shorter now that it was being compressed by the fabric, but it still had to be at least nine feet long. The shaft was running over the top of the balls and looped around the front; the tip brushing against the ground.
Jake was quite impressed by Sam’s handiwork. Despite how tightly his junk was crammed into the fabric, it was still pretty comfortable. Not to mention it made his package look amazing. Jake assumed it looked even better from the front or sides, but he could only really see it from the top. He package was jutting out in front of him probably four feet in front of him. It obstructed Jake’s vision a bit, but it made walking a lot easier than it had been when Jake was trying to drag his junk across the ground.
Upon seeing how sexy Tyler looked in his new pair of briefs, Tyler quickly pulled his own. He wasn’t nearly as methodical as Jake was in his approach and just started shoveling his bits and pieces into the pouch. Once Tyler pulled up the waistband he realized his junk was mashed into the pouch in awkward misshapen ways. Tyler had to sit down while he shoved his arms down the front of his pants and rearrange his centerpiece.
When Tyler was ready he stood up and began parading around the room; he was sure to push his hips forward to really sow off his massive meat. He filled out his pants, but nearly as well as Jake had. Sure, everything he had was clearly on display, but there were some loose parts around the sides. His pouch didn’t have to stretch as tightly as Jake’s had. Had Jake fudged the numbers to make Tyler’s look less impressive? No, Jake wouldn’t do something like that.
Tyler figured it out fairly quickly, they pants were only measured for cock length, but Jake’s balls were so much bigger when compared to the length of his cock. Once again Tyler was jealous of just how amazing his boyfriend’s nuts were. They were always so big and so full, and now they were filling every available inch inside of his pants; creating the most spectacular bulge the world has ever seen. Tyler wasn’t beaten yet, though. He was going to show these rookies how you really fill out your clothes.
Jake watched in awe as Tyler’s package began to grow and grow, filling out more and more of his pouch until it bulged out obscenely. Tyler’s briefs were now a little too small for him; each and every vein in his thick cock was clearly visible as it strained against the sides of the fabric.
Tyler could tell from Sam and Jake’s expressions that they liked was they saw. Sam’s naked cock was once again fully at the ready, and Jake’s was beginning to inflate within the confines of his custom fit underoos. “Great job, Sam. A little tight, but I don’t mind.” Tyler gave them both a lascivious wink as he strolled around the room, swishing his hips as he went so that his absolutely enormous bulge swung heavily from side to side.
Jake stammered as he tried to process what he was seeing. “That’s… You’re cheating!”
Tyler’s smug grin showed no signs of diminishing. “Cheating? I didn’t even know we were competing.”
“Two can play at the game.” It was Jake’s turn to start looking smug. Jake exhaled slowly as his bulge began to grow and swell as well. Soon it was packed even tighter than Tyler’s. Jake’s smug grin quickly faded, though. His face began to grow pale as an expression of horror took over. “I… I can’t stop it.”
Jake could feel his body trembling as he tried to hold back his growth. Once the damn was breached there was no holding back the flood. It felt like he was holding his torrential surge of growth with a tissue thin layer of resolve.
Jake looked pleadingly at Sam and Tyler. Sam understood immediately what it would mean if Tyler let loose in here. Tyler’s fully grown cock was far larger than his bedroom; if Tyler grew to full size in here, Sam wouldn’t have a bedroom anymore. “Shit! Out! Out! And take those off! If you break them I’m not making you a new one!”
Sam rushed over to Jake and began turning him around to face the door. With Tyler’s help they managed to get Jake into the doorway and began pulling down his pants. They could both feel Jake’s swelling endowments straining harder and harder against the fabric as they raced against the cock to set it free.
Tears were streaming down Jake’s face as he struggled with everything he had to hold back the tidal wave of cock that was about to be unleashed. He could feel Sam and Tyler’s hands working furiously at his pants to free him. Finally he could feel the cool air against his member, and he knew that they had managed to pull him out. Jake couldn’t hold it back anymore and let himself grow and grow. His balls swelled up so large that they filled the entire balcony at the top of the stairs and then some. His dick draped over the side, hit the ground almost twenty feet before and continued to stretch off into the distance.
At that moment Sam’s dad turned the corner. He had heard some commotion from in the house and had come to check and see if everything was all right. Nothing could have prepared him for the over sixty feet of cock that was spilling out of his son’s room and across their yard. His eyes were vacant and his mouth hung open all slack jawed as he shook his head with the same look of shock, awe, and dismay that was used by Lee Trevino in Happy Gilmore before silently turning and walking back into the house.
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Sam stumbled back to his house as quickly as he was able and grabbed the hose; his long dick and hefty balls making walking very, very awkward. Jake and Tyler weren’t any help at their fully unleashed sizes. Sam quickly sprayed himself with the icy cold water to get his equipment down to a much more manageable size.
Sam couldn’t help but think about how odd a lifestyle he had found himself getting into; taking cold showers and actually hoping for a little shrinkage here and there. He was kind of glad that he was still small enough that he could almost get down to human proportions. His dick was still huge, but at least it wasn’t in the seven or eight foot range like Jake’s and Tyler’s.
What really worried Sam was that it was so easy to lose control while he was with Jake and Tyler. Sam had to admit that it felt amazing; He’d even begrudgingly admit that it looked awesome, too. It’s just that it is not normal.
As it is, Sam could still hide himself in normal, everyday clothes, but if he let himself go like Jake and Tyler had, there would be no way he could ever hope of hiding his changes while out in public. Everywhere he would go, people would think he was some kind of freak.
Sam had already had to deal with people thinking he was some kind of freak or deviant just for being who he was; he hated it. Some dark corner of is mind was goading him on; telling him to let loose. Who cares about those assholes who would pick on him for being different? They are obviously just jealous. It’s easy to see who the bigger man is here. A dark grin crept across Sam’s face. He’d like to see someone try and call him pencil dick again when his dick was thicker than they are.
Sam quickly shook the notion out of his mind; he had other business to attend to. Jake and Tyler had managed to get themselves stuck well outside the reach of the hose, and it was up to Sam to find the other hoses and try an extend it out far enough to go shrink them down.
Sam went into the garage and dug through the piles of boxes and lawn supplies. He found an extra hose or two easy enough; he just had to hope they would be long enough. While Sam was in the garage he considered grabbing a sheet and rigging up some rudimentary toga, but what was the point? His dad had already seen his dick swinging down about his knees, and it was very hard to be modest in the company of Jake and Tyler.
Sam connected the hoses together and was pleased to find that they were more than long enough to reach over to where they had set up camp. Tyler waved happily at Sam as he came back, but Jake just kind of groaned. “Do we really have to go back down? I had just gotten comfortable…” Jake had finally managed to pull himself up onto his balls, and was laying face down in his sack. Sam secretly thought that Jake’s perch looked amazingly comfortable, and that he wanted to crawl up there and join him.
Sam knew his dad would be back with the food at any moment, though, and so he readied the hose, pointed the nozzle right at Jake, and pulled the trigger. Jake’s cock and balls quickly withdrew out from under him. In a matter of seconds Jake was left draped over his much smaller, but still huge nuts. He could no longer get his entire body onto his own balls. He was now left in an awkward position in which his feet were just barely touching the ground, and his upper body was now resting along the length of his massive cock.
Jake slowly rolled backwards so that he could get a decent enough footing to stand up. “Tyler, your emo kiddy is being mean to me.” Jake groaned as he pulled himself to his feet.
Tyler was laughing too hard to make any sort of comeback to Jake’s moaning. It was pretty obvious that Jake was just messing around, and not actually mad. They both knew that Sam was worried about his dad coming back and seeing them like that.
Sam turned the hose on Tyler next, and Tyler quickly dropped down to a more manageable size as well. Tyler landed in a position that was much easier to get up from than Jake had, and so he was back on his feet in no time.
The three boys then turned and walked back to Sam’s house. Sam’s dad was just pulling up the driveway as they got there. They could already smell the pizza wafting over from the car. All three of their stomachs began rumbling loudly. They had been so caught up in the events of the day that they had not even noticed how hungry they were.
Sam’s dad balked a bit as he saw the boys. He had seen them earlier, but it was still hard to wrap his head around just how big they were. That tall, lanky one had to be over six feet tall, and his dick was bigger than he was. Then there was the short one, whose balls were hanging so low that they were scraping the ground.
Sam’s dad nodded to Tyler “You boys will need to clean up a bit, if you want to come inside. I don’t want you tracking mud on the carpet.
Jake and Tyler started laughing as they looked at each other and realized that Sam’s dad wasn’t referring to their feet. The undersides of their cock and balls were coated in mud. Sam grinned a little bit at this, too, but he was still a little too embarrassed about standing around naked with his dad around to really enjoy himself.
“I’ll leave you boys alone for now. You know where to find me, if you need me.” With that Sam’s dad handed Sam a few boxes of pizza and went back inside.
Tyler had a grin on his face that let the other know that he was up to something. “Let’s go eat these back at the camp.”
Jake and Sam just looked at each other and shrugged. It made as much sense to eat out there as anywhere else. Jake was eagerly looking forward to being able to spread out, anyway.
As soon as they got back to camp, Jake flung his cock off his shoulder and looked about ready to expand again, but Tyler stopped him before he had the chance. “Slow your roll, Holmes, let Sam and I get set up first.” Jake said with a disarmingly sweet grin.
Jake was a little annoyed about being made to hold his growth back for a little while longer, but Tyler seemed like he had something up his sleeve. Tyler gestured for Sam to come over to where he and Jake were standing. “Here. Get on, and hold on to the pizza.”
Sam raised an eyebrow and gave Tyler a questioning look. Get on to what? But then Tyler sat down on Jake’s cock; riding is side saddle as if it were a park bench. Tyler then patted Jake’s dick gesturing for Sam to have a seat. Sam gave Tyler another look of uncertainty, but then sat down next to him.
Tyler gave Sam a quick wink and then grabbed Jake’s hand. “Hold on tight.” He said, with a goofy grin on his face. Jake wasted no time in taking the hint. His dick began swelling up nearly instantly. As Jake swelled up, Tyler pulled him in closer so that by the time Jake was fully released, he was laying face down on own dick beside Tyler.
Jake and Tyler were laughing; apparently they both thought the ride was a lot of fun. Sam on the other hand was less than thrilled. They had to be at least twelve feet off the ground now, probably closer to fifteen. “Uh, guys? This is nice and all, but how do you expect us to get down?”
Tyler put his arm around Sam’s neck and pulled him in close as if for a noogie, but only ruffled Sam’s hair a bit instead. “Obviously we’re going to need you to go down there and shrink us down when the time comes.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “And I’m supposed to just jump on down from here, when the time comes.”
“Of course not.” Tyler said with a devious grin. “The slide is so much safer, and more fun.” Sam was about to ask what Tyler meant by the slide, but then Tyler’s own dick began swelling, too. Tyler’s cock draped over the side of Jake’s, and sloped down to the ground. It continued to stretch on for several feet after touching down.
Sam just put his palm against his face and shook his head slowly, but even though he was trying to cover it, Jake and Tyler could both see he was grinning. Tyler popped open the first box of pizza. “Oh. Sausage. Sounds like even Sam’s dad knows you just can’t get enough.” Tyler shot Jake a mischievous grin. Jake was about to make some smartass comment, but right as he opened his mouth Tyler shoved some pizza in his face. “Don’t talk with your mouth, full, dear.”
This actually worked out really well for Jake. He had to prop himself up on his elbows in order to join in the conversation, and so he didn’t have the use of his hands. While Jake was chewing his bit of pizza, Tyler would take a bite of the slice as well. When Tyler was chewing he would hold the pizza out for Jake to take a bite. The two of them shared all of their slices in this way.
Jake and Tyler were adorable together. Sam really wished that he had someone like Jake and Tyler had each other. For the first time all day Sam felt like a bit of a third wheel. Sam sighed a little too audibly. He caught himself as soon as he did it and tried to act like nothing happened, but Tyler caught it.
Tyler quickly swallowed the chunk of pizza that he had in his mouth. “So tell us a bit more about yourself. We’ve learned a lot about you today, but I still feel like I hardly know anything.”
Sam tried to look away and do his best to seem disinterested. “Oh, well there really isn’t much to tell.”
“I don’t believe that for a minute.” Tyler took another bite and then passed the slice to Jake. “For starters, you have a pretty big place. Is it just the two of you? Your dad and you, I mean. What about your mom?”
Sam looked down at the slice of pizza he had in his hand. “She died…”
Tyler swallowed as quietly as he could and put his hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Oh. Sorry.”
Sam did his best to give Tyler a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry about it. It was a long time ago. I barely even remember her,”
“So it’s just you and your dad here?” Jake chimed in between bites.
“Well, my dad had a girlfriend living with us for a while. That’s part of the reason he fixed the garage attic into an apartment. You know, to give both of us some privacy. She was alright, I guess, but when I sort of… came out, she decided to lay down the law. She told my dad that I either needed to get help for my condition or she was moving out.” Sam actually cracked a grin thinking back on it, but he tried to cover it by taking another bite of pizza. When he finished chewing he continued his story. “Dad never even tried to argue with her. He just packed her bags for her.”
Tyler put an arm around Sam’s shoulder. “Your dad is getting a high five when I get down from here.”
Jake looked a little concerned, though. “The way you speak makes it sound like you didn’t actually intend to come out.”
Sam’s expression dimmed again and he lowered his gaze. “It was a huge mistake. One moment of weakness ruined everything.”
Jake wished he was able to move so tat he would be able to get closer to Sam and help console him. “You can tell us about it, if you want to.”
Sam sighed and the nodded. “I told you I was in scouts, right? Well about a year ago I got kicked out… for kissing my bunk mate.” Tears were starting to form in Sam’s eyes.
Tyler pulled Sam in closer. “It’s Ok. You don’t need to worry about it anymore.”
Sam shook his head and tried to fight back tears. “No. It’s worse than that. It wasn’t just some guy I had met at camp.” Sam could still remember that night very clearly. It was almost a year ago now that it had happened.
Sam had gone to summer camp like he had just about every year before, and of course, he had made sure that he was bunking with his best friend, Han. Sam and Han had been inseparable for years. They did everything together, and this year seemed to be no different.
The first couple of days of camp had gone by normally enough, but on the third day it began to rain hard. All the outdoor activities were canceled, and all the boys were stuck in there rooms. Sam didn’t mind too much. He was good at keeping himself occupied.
Sam was lying in the bottom bunk reading through some comic books. He had already finished them all before, but he really liked these. “You’re reading that one again?” Sam looked up to see Han, hanging upside down from the bunk above, looking back at him.
“What? It’s one of my favorites.” Sam said defiantly.
“It’s also old news. Check out the new hotness.” Han tossed a new issue of Avengers over to Sam and then climbed down into Sam’s bunk.
Sam picked up the comic and thumbed through the pages. “What? They’ve got yet another color of Hulk? I kinda got tired of these after they got to the purple one.”
“Whatever, bitch, The Infraggable Krunk doesn’t count as a Hulk.” Han slid in next to Sam and began shoving him over. “Scoot over, dude.”
“Sam started shoving back and laughing. “He’s more of a Hulk than you’ll ever be.”
“And I’m more of a Hulk than you’ll ever be.” Han rolled over on top of Sam and pinned him to the bed. Han was much larger than Sam. He was taller and he was ripped to boot. Sam and Han were both going to be freshmen in high school next year, but Han had already been recruited to be on the football team. It sounded like he’d be first string, too.
Sam was pinned under Han, but he wasn’t too interested in breaking free this time. Maybe it was the light or maybe it was a result of Sam having repressed his hormones for too long, but Sam was captivated by how beautiful Han looked. Han’s shaggy brown hair framed his strong features nicely. His grey eyes were sparkling with joy from roughhousing with his best friend. His full lips were curled upwards at the edges in a mocking smile that dared Sam to fight back.
Han pushed down harder on Sam; bringing his face in closer as he continued to tease Sam. “What’s the matter? Not even going to try and fight back today?”
Sam had already begun figuring out that he liked guys. He had been having really good dreams involving him and at least one other guy for a few years now, but never in his wildest dreams had he ever dreamed of doing anything with one of his friends. He had never even dared to tell anyone about how he felt, but now that he was there and his best friend’s face was hovering just a few inches from his Sam whole brain just went “What the hell.”
Sam closed his eyes and leaned in and kissed Han right on the lips. It seemed so right for a second, but then everything exploded in a flash of light. Sam opened his eyes, but he couldn’t seem to focus. His right ear was ringing loudly. He could sort of make out Han, now sitting up on top of him, shaking out his hand in pain.
“What the fuck was that!” Han screamed at Sam. Sam was too dazed to respond. Han balled up his fist and punched Sam in the face again. “Answer me!”
Sam could barely see. He could taste blood in his mouth. Sam tried to call out; tried to plead with Han to stop; tried to call for help from anyone. Han got off of Sam and looked down. Sam’s shorts did nothing to hide the tent he was sporting. It had started to go down since Han attacked him, but it was still obvious that Sam had popped a bone while Han was on him.
Han reached down and picked Sam up by his shirt collar. “You little faggot!” Han screamed as he slammed Sam onto the floor. By now all the boys in the cabin had gathered around to watch.
Sam couldn’t speak. He couldn’t talk. He could barely see. He could barely even breath, but he tried to drag himself over to the closest other person; hoping that maybe they would help him. Sam could see the feet step back as he tried to crawl closer. With every labored heave oh his body, the crowd would shift staying just out of his reach.
“Did I say you could go!?” Han stepped in front of Sam and kicked him square in the chest causing Sam to topple backwards. Sam lay there, on his side, trying to gasp for breath.
Sam could no longer see, but he could still hear Han’s voice mocking him. “Look at you. You’re pathetic.” Han then kicked him repeatedly in the stomach.
The camp counselors had finally shown up. It took three of them to restrain Han. Han was still thrashing, trying to kick Sam, as he was hauled off. Sam was left lying in a pool of his own blood and tears until the paramedics arrived to take him to the hospital.
Sam finally woke up three days later. He had suffered a massive concussion and several broken ribs, but his internal injuries were surprisingly mild; the real pain came when he checked his messages. Facebook, e-mail, messenger, text messages, voice mail; all were filled with messages from people Sam once thought of as friends; each message carrying words of hate and warnings to Sam if he ever dared set foot in school.
Within days Sam had received his official notice that he was barred from Scouts, but he really didn’t care anymore. There was nothing for him there. His father pulled him out of the local rural county high school and enrolled him at the high school in the neighboring city almost thirty miles away.
By this point in his story Sam was too choked up to go on. Tyler pulled him in and hugged him tight. Sam buried his head in Tyler’s chest and sobbed.
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With his hopes for tomorrow somewhat restored, Sam walked back up to his room, but not before snagging a sheet to make a makeshift hammock for his impressive set of nuts. Sam deftly lifted his balls up with the sheet and then tied the corners of the sheet behind his neck; making something akin to a sling for his massive package. Now that Sam had a nice basket for his dinosaur eggs, the stairs proved too be no problem for him.
When Sam entered his room he was pleasantly surprised to see it much the same as he had left it. The love birds had been spending their time just enjoying each other’s company. “Wow. You didn’t cum flood the place again.”
Tyler gave Sam a mischievous wink. “You seem disappointed. If I had known you wanted me to, I would have prepared a bath for you.” Even though Tyler made an attempt at his normal kinky bravado, it was obvious he was a little shaken. Jake was even worse off.
Jake was trying to keep up appearances of being cool and collected, but he was obviously very nervous. Sam didn’t understand parts of the conversation earlier, but he did seem to catch on that Jake was going to come out to his parents whether he was ready to or not. Sam really hoped that Jake would be ready when the time came. Sam had not had any say in the matter when his dad had found out. Sam hadn’t even been conscious when his father had been given the reports of what had happened. He knew how hard it could be, but yet, he didn’t know if there was anyway he could help. Sam instead chose to leave the matter alone for now; maybe even give them something else to focus on, instead.
“Hey. Let’s get some measurements done real quick.” Sam scooped the tape measure up off the floor and tossed it to Tyler. Tyler caught it and then exchanged a few uncertain glances with Jake.
Jake was actually not sure he wanted to know how big he was anymore. He loved his size and loved to show it off to most people, but now that he had the looming specter of talking to his parents to deal with, he was not so excited to be swinging around fifteen feet of big, soft dick. Tomorrow night was already going to be a nightmare as it was. On the plus side, maybe this would make his coming out seem like less of a big deal. Like he could just come home and be like “Mom. Dad. I have a confession to make. My dick needs its own ZIP code. Oh yeah, and I’ve been banging the neighbor boy. No big.”
Sam could tell that Jake was uncomfortable and felt bad for bringing it up. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I think I’ll need to whip something up for myself to wear tomorrow, tough…”
Jake could tell that Sam meant well, and so he plucked the tape measure from Tyler’s hand and stood up. “Let’s get started then.” Truth be told, Jake could use something to take his mind off of what lied in store for him. It’s not like worrying about it would change anything, and besides, this could be fun. Jake smiled at Sam to let Sam know that he was fine with measuring some more.
Sam was glad to see that Jake seemed to be willing to participate. As Jake walked over to where Sam was, Sam undid his banana hammock, or in his case it was more like a pontoon hammock, and let his enormous dick lay out in front of him. Sam felt a little uncomfortable standing there with both of his friends eyeing his massive tool, but patiently waited while Jake unraveled the tape along the length of his gigantic shaft.
Jake raised his eyebrows as he read the results, obviously impressed. “63 inches. Not bad. Nowhere near as big as ours, though.” Jake’s previous pride was beginning to reawaken. Jake had every right to be cocky, though. Sam’s dick was huge, but it wasn’t even a third of the size of Jake’s behemoth.
Sam was a little surprised to hear his dick was so small. Sam was even more surprised to realize that he thought of a five foot long dong as “small,” but Sam had been so convinced that his jumbo cock was larger than his body. Sam supposed that when he got hard, it would shoot up past six feet, but Sam had braced himself for something closer to a ten foot monster cock. He figured it probably worked the same way it did with spiders. If you are afraid of them they look to be the size of a dog, but if you don’t mind spiders they appear to be tiny little bugs.
Sam was just making mountains out of… well, still mountains. No matter how you look at it, his cock was enormous. The only way that that beast could be considered a molehill is if the hill were made by Giga Monty.
Jake was really starting to relax now that he had measured Sam. Jake was also quite curious to see if he had gotten any larger. He felt like he might have, but he couldn’t prove anything. His dick was already almost three times the size of is body, even if he had added a few feet to it, it wouldn’t seem all that much bigger. Jake sighed internally at this thought. He was getting to the point were if he wanted to be bigger he would need exponentially larger growths to actually have anything to show for it.
When Sam had finished jotting down his notes, Jake tossed him the tape measure. “Here. Check mine again.” Sam nodded at Jake and proceeded to size up Jake’s colossal meat. Jake held the end of the tape to the base of his shaft while he waited for the word from Sam.
Sam looked noticeably shocked when he got the final tally in. “199 inches!? You’ve put on almost a full foot since last time.”
Jake was a little annoyed by this number. He was one measly inch shy of getting into the two hundreds. He realized it was silly to nitpick about one tiny inch when he was already quickly approaching the twenty foot mark, but come on. Tyler’s miracle growth jizz could at least round off to the nearest ten inches.
Tyler was back into high spirits too after seeing Jake perk up. Tyler hated seeing Jake look so sad, and he hated even more not being able to do anything to help. “Dang, boyo. What have you been feeding that thing?” As if he didn’t already know?
Jake gave Tyler a cocky smirk. “I’ve been on a diet of heavy cream.” Ok, so Jake isn’t the best at making jokes, but the fact that he was even trying meant that his mood was vastly improved.
Tyler caught the bit of tape that was tossed to him by Sam as he continued to tease Jake. “I know how much you like it. I’ll whip up something extra big for you.” Tyler gave Jake the sexiest wink he could muster. Jake’s face started to turn red and his dick twitched a bit as it began to stir back to life. “… after we are officially a couple tomorrow”
“You little bitch.” Jake said in shock. Jake realized that he really shouldn’t grow any more before he talked to his parents, but really? That was a low blow. Jake wanted to slap Tyler so bad. He would have done it, too if Tyler wasn’t so adorable; that stupid, disarming, charming grin that Tyler always seemed to have made it impossible for Jake to get mad at him.
Sam waited for Tyler and Jake to finish their little moment before reading off the results. Sam almost felt like he should do a drum roll to get the mood going, but decided against it. “185 inches. That’s almost to Jake’s old size.”
Tyler arched his back backwards a bit to really emphasize his gigantic cock and balls. Not that it did anything, though; once you are that big it’s kind of hard to not already have it be the center of attention. “Yeah, but I wear it better.” Tyler was grinning ear to ear with pride.
Sam just raised an eyebrow as he looked at the ridiculous scene before him. The two boys were completely and totally dwarfed by their monumental manhood, and they were still trying to one up each other. “At this point, I think its wearing you.”
Jake and Tyler looked at each other for a second before they both started howling with laughter. Sam hadn’t actually meant that as a joke. He was just thinking out loud, but pretty soon he was laughing alongside his friends.
When the laughter finally died down, Sam tossed Jake some paper and the original template from earlier. Jake knew the drill and quickly got the conversions taken care of. Jake made sure to fudge the numbers a little for Tyler’s pattern; he knew how Tyler liked it extra tight in the front. Once Jake finished, he gave the sheets back to Sam.
Sam got the next pairs ready in record time. Now that he had done these a few times, it had become very easy for him to get the pieces measured and cut. He finished them in almost half the time he had finished the last batch. “Shall we try them on?”
Jake shook his head. He trusted Sam enough to get it done right. Tyler was too busy yawning to give a proper response. It was already past 2 am and they all had class first thing in the morning.
“I agree with Tyler. I think it’s time to turn in.” Jake said as he nodded to Tyler, who was currently rubbing his eyes.
The three of them all agreed it was time for some much needed sleep, and went out to Sam’s backyard to camp out for the night. They found a nice, dry spot closer to the house that had been spared from the deluge of jizz from earlier in the evening, and they chose to set up camp there.
Tyler quickly inflated to his full size and passed out; face down in his own gargantuan balls. With a little help from Sam, Jake managed to climb up with Tyler. Once he was nestled up nice and close to Tyler, he too expanded to his massive max size.
Sam had to admire how cute those tow looked together. The whole scene was pretty adorable; once you wrapped your mind around the absurdity of it, that is. The two boys had fallen asleep in each others arms, while resting soundly in the soft, warm mattress of Tyler’s gigantic nuts. Even their colossal dicks appeared to be spooning each other, as they lay pressed up against each other.
Sam felt simultaneously very happy to be their friend, but also very lonely. He knew that someday he would meet someone who would love him like that, but it didn’t help him much currently. Sam flung a large blanket over his shoulder and quickly scaled the side of Jake’s humongous cock. Sam didn’t want to admit it out loud, but when he had fallen asleep atop Jake’s dick earlier, it had been the best nap he had had in ages. Once he was up top he had plenty of room to lie down and pull the blanket over him. He quickly drifted off to blissful slumber.
The morning rolled around far too quickly. Sam had had the foresight to bring a watch with him and had set the alarm, but now that the beeping was ruining his glorious sleep, he really wished he hadn’t. Sam muttered something in a language unfamiliar to anyone; even himself. He mashed his hand against the beeping watch repeatedly until he finally hit the right button.
Sam groggily pushed himself up into a sitting position. He really hated getting up in the morning; especially when he had such a comfy bed. He would love to just lie there for several more hours, but school would not wait for him. Sam looked around. It was already pretty sunny out. Sam longed for the days of summer where he could sleep in as late as he wanted and relax outside under the sunshine all day.
Unfortunately, Sam lived so far away from anything that he would be all alone during the long holiday. As great as sleeping in sounded now, within two days of being off of school Sam would be lonely again. Sam looked back at his only two friends. Jake and Tyler were still fast asleep in each other’s arms. Sam wanted that someday. He had more or less accepted that Tyler would never be his, and he was really happy for Jake; Sam honestly meant it this time.
Sam would have to find someone else. It was a daunting task, but it was not impossible; especially when at least one cute little hipster was trying more than willing to get into your pants. Metaphorically speaking, obviously; Sam was currently naked as the day he was born. The blanket didn’t really count as clothing, especially now that it did nothing to actually cover him.
Sam had inflating to his true glory during the night. He had no memory of having done so, but it really didn’t matter now. Sam took a minute to marvel at the leviathans between his legs; the one that was directly attached to him and the one the one that he had been sleeping on. His cock was enormous, but Jake’s was absolutely gigantic. It still took Sam’s breath away every time he saw it.
Sam threw off the blanket, and began to descend Mount Jake’s northern slope. If things kept up the way they were going, Jake would soon have his own gravitational pull by the end of the week. Sam slid off the side of Jake’s colossus and looked around him. The grass had become damp with dew during the course of the night, and Sam could see a set of fresh footprints. There’s only one person who could have left them. No doubt Sam’s dad had come to tell him something, but balked at the sheer size of the mound of cock flesh spread out before him. Sam chuckled a little to himself. He had to wonder if his dad had seen him at his current size, or if he had shown up before Sam had really let himself go.
Either way, Sam was going to have to thank him for being so chill about all this. It can’t be easy seeing your son sporting a cock that is over twice your size. Either of Sam’s nuts would have been almost as tall as his dad. Fortunately, they were quickly becoming a much more reasonable size as his junk dragged across the crisp, cool dew on the grass. By the time Sam got over to the hose, he was just about down to where he needed to be; a quick blast of icy cold water got him the rest of the way.
Sam debated with himself for a moment over whether he should try and wake Jake and Tyler up politely or just hose them down. He thought it would be rude to just hose them down and figured he should at least try and rouse them the good old fashioned way first. Sam got close to Jake and Tyler and he was going to try and rouse them, he really was, but seeing them cuddled up so close together, well… Sam might have accepted that Jake and Tyler were perfect for each other, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t still be just a little bit jealous.
Sam pulled the trigger enough to cause the water from the nozzle to arc upwards and shower down upon the boys as if it were a refreshing summer rain. Tyler and Jake groaned as they slowly regained their senses. Jake glared grumpily at Sam when he finally realized that it wasn’t actually raining, and that the downpour was just Sam messing with them. Sam just
grinned and replied, “Morning, love birds.”
Jake muttered under his breathe something that was almost inaudible. What little bits and pieces Sam caught seemed sounded something akin to “You have to sleep sometime, and when you do…”
Tyler staggered to his feet and looked around. “What time is it?”
Sam checked his watch instinctively. He really didn’t need to since he had just been woken up by his alarm not even five minutes ago. “It’s about 6:15”
Tyler yawned loudly and rubbed his eyes. “Damn, dude. That’s early. We don’t have class for nearly three more hours.”
Sam folded his arms in front of his chest; his new pose giving him an aura of authority. “Yeah, but we have a lot of work to do to get ready. Not to mention I live way out in the boonies.”
“Fair enough.” Tyler said as he lightly kicked Jake in the side to wake him up again. Jake groaned again and flopped back onto his cushiony balls. “This is going to take some work. I don’t suppose you have any coffee, do you?”
Sam shrugged. He never really bothered with coffee, but he was sure his dad kept some around. Sam knew that his dad always made a pot before leaving for work, but he also knew his dad liked to drink the entire pot by himself. “I suppose I could put a pot on.”
“Great. In the meantime I will see if I can’t make any progress with sleeping nudey over here.” Tyler gave Jake a playful poke in the ribs. Jake twitched involuntarily and made a blind attempt to swat at Tyler before slipping back into a deep slumber.
Sam gave Tyler a silent grin. Then he nodded and went into the house to prepare some coffee and breakfast. In the meantime Tyler gathered up the soaps and towels from last night and set to work.
When Sam came back out of the house, carrying a few mugs, a coffee pot, and a box of cereal, he was socked to see Jake’s twenty foot monster at full tilt. The beast was rock hard and dripping with suds. Sam gave Tyler an incredulous glare.
Tyler held his hands up to about shoulder level in a gesture to try and show his innocence. “It’s a morning wood! Honest!” Sam gave Jake a quick look over. Jake was still fast asleep, but now he was covered in suds; his hair was white and foamy with shampoo. Tyler looked a little embarrassed. “I thought maybe he could use the extra sleep, seeing as how today’s going to be so rough for him. He seemed to enjoy it more than I expected, though.”
Sam was amazed that Jake could actually sleep through the full body rub down he was receiving. Sam was a little jealous of Jake for having such a dedicated and caring boyfriend. Sam then turned his gaze to Tyler. Sam was secretly impressed with Tyler for keeping his arousal in check, especially while rubbing down his lover’s magnificent cock, but Sam could see that Tyler was sporting a semi of his own. “Be careful with that thing. We don’t have time to get you guys into yet another pair of pants before class.”
Tyler looked a little crestfallen, but he nodded dejectedly. “I know, I know. Here. Hold him up wile I get his chest.”
Sam set their breakfast down on the patio and went over to help Tyler wash down Jake. Sam thought to himself that it was probably a good thing that Jake was enjoying the wash down as much as he was. With his colossal dong sticking straight up, it was not getting all muddy. Jake would only need a quick ball buffing when he got up in order to be clean and ready to go.
With Jake mostly clean, Tyler and Sam set their sights on each other. Their morning shower was relatively uneventful. Sam was in too much of a hurry to let himself get caught up in the sensuality of the actions, and Tyler was too anxious about Jake’s coming out ceremony planned for that night. By the time Sam and Tyler were clean, Jake was finally stirring; the scent of hot coffee was doing more to wake him than even the full service cleaning he had received.
Jake’s eyes fluttered open, and he quickly turned beat red. Even after the wild, crazy, sexy day he had had yesterday, he still got a little embarrassed about popping a boner in front of his friends; especially since he was still not fully awake. His subconscious mind had not adjusted to the sex charged lifestyle he had been living the past few days.
Seeing his boyfriend blushing, Tyler gave Jake a reassuring smile and a tall mug of coffee. Jake quickly relaxed upon seeing that Sam and Tyler were similarly disrobed; and not entirely flaccid either. The three boys sat together on the porch, drinking coffee and taking handfuls of cereal from the box. All three of them were too anxious to manage much conversation; they continued their morning in relative silence.
Things went smoothly up until it was time to get dressed. They had their underwear situation sorted out, but the rest of their wardrobe was going to be a different story. Seeing this, Sam had an idea. He still had all his old clothes from back when he was one of the good ol’ country boys; loose cargo shorts, white t-shirts, and baggy flannel overshirts. There was no way the boys were going to be getting their bulges into the shorts, but at least they could give their legs some semblance of coverage.
Sam slipped on a pair of shorts and quickly realized that it was just not going to work. Thinking quickly, he grabbed the scissors off of his desk and sliced the fly open all the way down to the inseam. Sam now had plenty of room to let his junk hang out the front of the shorts but still pull the shorts all the way up to his waist. He quickly modified two other pairs in much the
same way and gave them to Jake and Tyler.
Pretty soon they were all dressed in Sam’s old shorts and t-shirts. It’s a good thing that they didn’t need to button the shorts up, because even without their massive protruding packages, Sam had a much smaller waistline than either Jake or Tyler. There was going to be a problem with keeping the pants from falling down though; a problem that Sam quickly remedied by snagging some suspenders from his dad’s closet. Now that their pants were safely secured, they all slipped some flannel shirts on over top; easily covering their ridiculous looking suspenders.
From the back, they all looked like perfectly normal, albeit strangely matching, teenagers. From any other angle, though, their enormous bulges were easily visible. Even Sam, whose cock was roughly a third the size of Jake’s and Tyler’s, was far larger than any normal person’s. He looked like he had two beach balls and a tube of industrial strength ventilation hosing, shoved down his front.
Jake and Tyler looked even more ridiculous. Their nuts were over half as tall as they were. Even with the special compression briefs holding their junk in place, their balls came dangerously close to scraping the ground. The tops of their huge orbs were lifted up so that they came up to about their belly buttons, and their impossibly huge dicks were pressed in on top of that. Their dicks were so huge and thick that their bulges peaked at about chest level and stuck out several feet in front of them. They had to be very careful walking, since their field of vision was very much obstructed.
Once they all gathered up their respective books and bags, they filed into Jake’s Jeep. Jake had to slide his seat all the way back in order to fit his industrial equipment in with him. Even then, it pushed up against the steering column and threatened to honk the horn for him if he got even the slightest bit aroused; Jake was very glad he had not gone another round with Tyler last night or he wouldn’t even be able to drive his car anymore.
Tyler hopped into the passenger seat, and generally had a much easier time of it than Jake. Tyler’s junk was a little smaller than Jake’s, but the real thing that helped him was not having
to deal with the steering column being all up in his business like it was with Jake.
Sam took the same seat he had taken the night before; the middle seat in the back. He liked this seat because it put him in a good position to join in on Jake and Tyler’s conversations without actually being in the middle. It was the perfect spot for a third wheel such as himself, he thought with a small tinge of bitterness.
Before they headed out, Jake pulled his cell out and prepared to charge it, but Tyler stopped him. “Hey, mine’s almost out of juice. Mind if I charge mine instead? I am kind of expecting a message today. I’ll pass a message along to my mom to have Mark reach you on my cell, ok?” All of that was technically correct, but Tyler still hated lying. His real reasoning was to keep
Jake from seeing his messages and catching on that his parents were already clued in to his personal preference. Jake begrudgingly agreed. He didn’t really have anyone other than Tyler that he wanted to reach today, anyway.
They actually made really good time getting to school; most of the morning rush had died down already. They had gotten to school with almost an hour to kill. As they approached the parking lot, Tyler looked at the clock and said. “We’re way too early. Want to go chill elsewhere? Maybe get some real grub?”
They were all a little hungry. The handfuls of cereal just didn’t cut it. Jake shrugged as he thought about where they could go. “Well, there’s not much around here. We could just whip into the McDonald’s down the road.”
“Ooooh. I forgot about that place. There’s a Starbucks right next to it, right?” Tyler had a twinkle in his eye. He was thinking of something, but Jake wasn’t sure what. This wasn’t Tyler’s typical mischievous or lascivious twinkle. Tyler could see Jake’s eyebrow raising questioningly and decided to clarify. “Aren’t those places like gathering grounds for gay dudes? Maybe we’ll find someone for Sam?”
Sam turned bright red at the mention of going out on the pull so early in the day; especially with them all looking like they currently did. Who would even dare talk to them with the mountains of man meat they were all swinging around?
Jake turned off his turn signal and drove past the entrance to the parking lot. “I don’t see why not. I could use more coffee anyway.”
Sam’s brain was in an all out brawl with itself. On one hand he was so glad that Tyler had his best interests in mind. Tyler had promised to help Sam find a guy, and it seemed like he was totally ready to follow through on it. On the other hand… well? Look at them! They were hyper-sexed circus freaks. Sam didn’t even want to go to school like this, let alone be walking around in a public setting where people he didn’t even know would be staring at his junk the whole time. The only good thing Sam could see was that he was so small in comparison to his friends that he might be able to slide in under the radar.
When they pulled up to the little coffee shop, Sam waited for Jake and Tyler to get out before he did so too. Jake and Tyler had all eyes on them in a matter of seconds; if Sam played his cards right he could be in and out without even getting so much as a sidelong glance.
It was not to be, though. When Tyler walked into the shop, he immediately took stock of all the gazes he was getting. Tyler was incredibly good at reading people’s feelings, and he did a mental inventory of those who were jealous, ashamed, intimidated, or flat out turned on. Of those that were gazing at Tyler’s impressive endowments, only one or two fit into the small category of male, aroused, and under the age of thirty.
Jake entered a second later and all eyes were split between ogling Jake or Tyler. Sam slipped in relatively under the radar; just as he was hoping to do. There seemed to be only one person giving him any attention at all, and that was one of the baristas who was working behind the counter.
Tyler quickly caught on to the one person in the room who was not giving him the full attention that he felt he deserved. Tyler recognized him immediately. He actually went to their school. Well, not anymore, really. He was a senior, and they got let out a week earlier than the rest of the students. Their graduation ceremony was last Friday, those lucky bastards. Tyler and Jake had that to look forward to next year.
From what little Tyler could remember about this guy he seemed nice enough. Pretty reserved, not nearly as reserved as Sam, but then again, few people were. Did Tyler catch a hint of blushing on his face? It was hard to tell. It looked like he hadn’t bothered shaving since his graduation ceremony; the little bit of scruff looked good on him, though. His faint beard was the same dusty reddish brown color that the rest of the hair on his head was. It really brought out his green eyes. His hair was cut pretty short, but still had a little bit of styling to it. Tyler felt his heart beat just a little faster as the server shot Sam a nervous half smile. Tyler would totally tap that if he wasn’t already completely devoted to the guy of his dreams.
A grin spread across Tyler’s face. It was time to play FedEx with these two socially inept kiddies. Tyler much preferred the idea of being an expert shipper to the commonly accepted idiom of playing Cupid. He never really understood how shooting someone was supposed to be a good way to get people to fall in love. Tyler’s experience in various video games had led him to believe that an arrow to the heart would typically result in death for the recipient.
Tyler placed his order and waited by the counter, all while watching the red-head like a hawk. The barista never noticed Tyler’s glances; he was too fixated on Sam. He only looked over to Tyler when it was finally time to hand Tyler the breakfast roll he had ordered.
The server was completely shocked when he turned around to see this guy staring at him with the biggest, playful, Cheshire Cat grin he had ever seen. He almost dropped the roll he had just pulled out of the microwave, but the blonde didn’t seem to care. The twinkle in the blonde guy’s eyes seemed to scream “Gotcha!” The blonde made a subtle gesture with his head towards the raven haired beauty that the server had been watching just a moment ago. “His name’s Sam by the way. You should give him your number.” The barista just stood there in stunned silence as the blonde guy plucked the roll from his hand and with one quick motion gave him a sly wink and vanished into the crowded coffee house.
The server went back to his tasks with a bit of a euphoric haze clouding his mind. He had a name to go with that beautiful face, and it seemed like he was being told to go for it. For some reason he felt he could trust that strange blonde guy. He seemed like the mischievous type, but he seemed trustworthy. The barista froze as he grabbed the next cup to fill. The name on the side was “Sam.”
Sam waited at the counter for his drink. He didn’t go to these places often; especially because he lived so far away from one. He wasn’t really sure what he was getting himself into, but Jake had suggested this drink, so Sam ordered it. Knowing Jake it was probably 95% caffeine with like 5% whipped cream for flavor. Sam just wanted to get out of there; leaning against the counter helped to hide his bulge, but he still felt out of place. Sam just stood there mindlessly strumming his fingers along the counter as his mind wandered off.
The black haired cutey was just a few feet away, but the server couldn’t think of anything to say. That pensive gaze he had as he stared off into nothingness just seemed to make him look even more beautiful. The barista finally managed to work up the courage to say something as he finished the drink. “Sam?”
Sam was shocked to ear someone say his name, but he turned to see that it was just the server dude holding his order. Of course he knew Sam’s name. It was written on the cup. Sam accepted the glass with a quick nod and a practiced robotic smile. “Thanks.” Sam then walked back over to reunite with his friends.
The server had frozen when he had seen Sam’s smile. He couldn’t do anything but stand there like a tool while that handsome guy walked away from him; probably forever. He was just about to go back to work, sad and dejected, when suddenly the blonde guy was standing at the counter again. The blonde guy just rolled his eyes and slipped him a napkin and a pen. The shop worker immediately took the hint and scrawled his number onto the paper. The blonde took the paper and with another sly wink, vanished into the crowd.
Tyler walked back up to his friends, and tossed Sam a stack of napkins. “Here. You’ll be needing this.” Sam was about to argue wit Tyler. After all, Sam had made sure to grab a few napkins of his own. It’s not like Sam was a messy eater or drinker in this case, but Sam noticed something written on the napkin. There was a phone number! Someone named Lyle? Sam looked around the room and noticed the barista giving him an awkward smile. Sam turned bright red. That guy had totally been checking him out the entire time and he had never even noticed!
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Tyler couldn’t help but think that Sam looked like some kind of Scooby Doo villain; what with how he looked like a vaguely humanoid pile of spooge with a rough approximation of eyes. He almost felt belt for laughing at Sam in his current state, but Sam seemed to be laughing just as hard as he was. The whole last few minutes had been completely absurd. Tyler watched in awe and lustful envy as Sam had slipped completely inside of Jake’s massive cock.
Tyler would have loved to make the trip himself, but certain parts of him were now too big to make the journey… Although, maybe if he took a cold shower first and got Jake just a little bit bigger… Wait, no. That is a terrible idea. Jake’s colossal dong was now taking up a large portion of Sam’s back yard, and Sam had a huge yard.
Just how long is that thing? Tyler could only guess. Maybe if they had a large enough tape measure they could measure him, but where would they find one? Most tape measures only went up to twenty five feet, right? “Yo. Sam. Your dad’s a builder, right?”
“Contractor, but close enough. ‘Sup?” Sam had taken his glasses off and was trying to wipe enough of the jizz off of his face to keep it from dripping into his eyes.
“Do you think he has any plus size tape measures?” Tyler was walking around the tip of Jake’s bus sized, soft, dick; running his hand along it as he went.
“Tyler was in awe of the sheer size of it, sure his wasn’t that much smaller, but It was a little different seeing someone else’s and at such a close distance. Tyler’s own humongous cock was splayed out across the lawn as well; just sort of flopped over on its side like a beached whale.
Sam just shrugged. “Maybe, but it’d be in his truck. I don’t think he’d want me rummaging around in there like this.” Sam gestured down at his body. Rinsing off the second skin of cum he had accrued would be a good idea; as well as the third skin and the fourth…
Tyler laughed, “But it’s such a good look on you.”
Sam just stuck his tongue out at Tyler in response; unintentionally getting a glob of spooge from his lips onto his tongue. Sam was a little shocked by the additional flavor of such a simple act. The jizz was starting to cool off already, but it still wasn’t bad.
Tyler’s patrol of the perimeter of Jake’s titanic cock was cut short. It had taken a lot of work for him to even be able to move the few feet he needed to get this close to Jake and Sam. He was actually able to drag his junk across the slick ground with only a marginal amount of straining. Tyler wondered if maybe his enhancements were increasing his strength as well. How else would he explain being able to drag some fifty feet of cock and two giant globes of spooge?
Even so, it had taken a lot of work just to get this far. Tyler was very glad that he had a few feet of wiggle room where he could pace around; awkwardly and in sort of a backwards crab walk sort of way. Tyler didn’t actually have to worry about dragging his gigantic nuts around as long as he stayed within the range of his sack. It was a very strange sensation to be shackled to his own nuts as if they were two gigantic ball and chains. Just thinking about it caused Tyler to shudder a little. Even with the special trick they had discovered that had helped them temporarily shrink back down, they still ran the risk of literally becoming a prisoner of their own endowments; a prison that Jake seemed all too eager to enroll in.
Tyler had to admit that it was a lot of fun and felt amazing. That pleasant, tingling sensation when he got a semi was really nice at four inches; at forty plus feet it was mind blowing. On the subject of blowing, Tyler realized that he would never be able to fit to fit Jake’s cock in his mouth ever again. This thought actually made him kind of sad.
Tyler turned back to Sam and gestured towards the hose. “Let’s get you cleaned off.”
Sam nodded in agreement. At least, Tyler assumed he nodded; it was kind of hard to make out his expressions in his current state. Sam hurried over to the hose and turned it on Tyler.
The frigid blast of water caused Tyler to gasp, but once the initial shock passed, Tyler was relieved to have some semblance of mobility back. Even soft, his dick was almost twice as long as he was tall, but at least it wasn’t nearly as heavy as it had been a minute ago. Tyler’s balls were now shorter than him too, making it possible to see in front of him again. “A little warning next time?” Tyler grinned at Sam letting Sam know that he wasn’t at all upset.
Sam rolled his eyes. “You obviously needed it more than I did.” Sam pointed at his dick and then back to Tyler’s. Even fully reduced, Tyler’s cock was bigger than Sam’s was.
“You’re just jealous.” Tyler swayed his hips back and forth. He had hoped to wag his dick back and forth to sort of flaunt his size in Sam’s face, but Tyler couldn’t get enough momentum to really do anything more than just cause his dick to wobble a bit.
Sam turned his head in an attempt at mock indignation. “Yes I am so jealous of your inability to move more than five feet without the aid of a forklift.” Sam was actually kind of jealous. He could feel his face get warmer as Tyler had called him out on it. Sam knew his cheeks were flushed with embarrassment; which is kind of why he turned away from Tyler. The mock indignation was a good cover, and it allowed him to keep up his aloof front.
Tyler and Sam took turns hosing each other down; trying to get off as much of the cum slathered all over both of them as they could. Once they were clean enough, Sam ran back up to his room and came back with some soap and a few washcloths. “I don’t know about you, but I feel like I need something a little more than water.”
Tyler grinned mischievously as he waved a hand in front of his face. “You’re telling me.”
Sam threw a washcloth at Tyler in playful retaliation. Unfortunately, it was dry, and so it unbundled itself in midair; drifting harmlessly to the ground. Sam found a fairly dry spot in the grass where he set the rest of the towels. He then walked over to Tyler and picked up the washcloth off the ground.
“Pass it here.” Sam gestured over at the hose. Tyler nodded and passed it to him. Sam wet the cloths and poured some soap on them. Sam then passed one to Tyler and began to wash himself off. Sam was oddly nervous about this. He even realized that he shouldn’t be nervous, but he was. He had been strolling around bare assed naked almost all afternoon and hadn’t thought anything of it, but now that he was taking a shower, out in the open, with his friends watching, it just felt weird.
Sam tried to put it out of his mind and just focus on getting himself cleaned up. Sam would occasionally check on Tyler who seemed to be doing the same. Tyler was having a bit of trouble, though. He washed his body fairly quickly, but his cock was a whole nother issue. There was just so much of it, and it was very time consuming for Tyler to have to keep walking around his humongous dick. Tyler saw that Sam was already done washing up so he gave Sam the most pitiful pleading eyes he could muster.
“Now who’s jealous?” Sam said while swaying his hips just like Tyler had. Unlike Tyler, though, Sam’s now reduced dick was plenty small enough to be able to swing back and forth. “Small” is a relative term. Even at his now reduced state, Sam’s dick was fairly hefty; it had to be at least two feet long. Sam’s dick smacked up against each leg with an audible slap.
In spite of his taunting, Sam had every intention of helping Tyler out. Sam walked slowly and seductively over to Tyler and poured soap over Tyler’s massive cock. Tyler liked where this was headed, as was evidenced by his dick eagerly inflating.
Sam hopped on Tyler’s dick as if he was riding it like a horse. Sam had to spread his legs wide to even be able to mount the beast. Sam could feel Tyler’s mammoth endowment twitching with anticipation beneath him. Sam had fully intended to keep things tame while helping his buddy wash up, but his supercharged hormones were getting the better of him. Sam was quickly getting more and more aroused just from being so close to Tyler. He could feel the warmth of Tyler’s cock between his legs.
Sam was getting so hard just from sitting on Tyler’s dick. The only logical solution was to rub one out, and help Tyler do the same in the process. As long as he stayed out of the line of fire the shower wouldn’t be a total loss, right?
Sam began to move his hips back and forth as if he was riding Tyler’s beast like a mechanical bull at some divey roadhouse; Tyler’s tool even bucked and twitched a bit as if it was trying
to shake Sam off. Obviously, Tyler didn’t really want Sam to stop what he was doing. It was just an unfortunate side effect of having such an overly excitable piece of equipment.
Sam was getting a really good lather going as he grinded into Tyler’s enormous cock. Sam’s basketball sized nuts made for a great set of sponges as they slid heavily up and down Tyler’s rod. Sam was so horny by now that he was beginning to leak. He needed more stimulation, and he would have it.
Tyler was trying to maintain his composure in spite of being rubbed off in such an amazing manner. “If I had known that this is how you like to shower, I would have invited you into the stall with me yesterday.” Tyler tried to give a sly grin, but he was breathing too heavily to really pull it off.; the net result was a slightly lopsided O-face.
Sam turned back as best as he could without taking his legs away from their current task and shot Tyler a wink. “Oh, you know. I just want to be sure that I am working those suds in really deep.” right as Sam said “deep” he dug his heals into the little bit of the soft underside of Tyler’s dick that he was able to reach. Tyler sharply inhaled as he bit his lip. Tyler was already getting close to cumming.
Sam decided to move on to phase two while he still had the chance. Sam leaned in to Tyler’s massive rod and dug in with his elbows. Sam was now riding Tyler’s cock like a light cycle, and if all went well, it would even be leaving a white trail in the near future.
Sam began grinding his own respectably large cock into Tyler’s far larger one; all while keeping his ankles dug in deep. Sam made sure to clench extra tight as he thrusted forward to really show off his firm ass muscles. Sam could tell that Tyler was really enjoying the show because his cock lurched back a bit when Sam would really show off. Sam decided to give Tyler a little extra and would occasionally reach back with one hand was massage his butt cheek; giving Tyler a clear view of his tight, pink hole in the process.
Tyler was really close to cumming at this point, and so was Sam. Sam could feel the pre pooling around his chest on top of Tyler’s dick. He had to assume Tyler was leaking pretty bad by this point too, but he couldn’t see from his position. He could see that the head of Tyler’s cock was pushing well out of its skin and twitching wildly.
With one last mighty thrust, Sam pushed up off of Tyler’s dick and dug his heels in as deep as he could into the soft, sensitive area. Sam and Tyler came in unison; Sam’s large solid stream of jizz being dwarfed by Tyler’s torrential blast of spooge. Sam was a fire hose, but Tyler was Old Faithful.
They both let out shot after powerful shot. Their cum splattered loudly on the already saturated grass. Tyler got completely lost in the pleasure as he slumped forward onto Sam. Sam could feel Tyler leaning up against him and came even harder. After what seemed like an eternity of bliss to the two boys, but was probably more in the neighborhood of ten minutes, they both finally started to slow down; soon after they were both completely spent.
Tyler reached around Sam’s waist and gave him a tight hug. “That was amazing, Sammy. Whoever gets you is a lucky guy.”
Sam felt a pain rise up in his chest. It was like his ribcage was contracting and smashing his hearts and lungs. Sam wanted to run away and hide because the realization had hit him hard. Sam was in love with Tyler, but Tyler was hopelessly devoted to Jake. On some level Sam realized that he had been stepping up his game, hoping that maybe Tyler would choose him over Jake, but Tyler had never even considered Sam as in the running. Tyler was 100% committed to Jake. Sam was just a friend with really good benefits.
Sam was both hurt by the realization and angry at himself for trying to come between his two friends. His first two friends in almost a year, and he tried to tear them apart. Sam wanted to scream with rage and bury his head in shame, but he just fell silent. He didn’t dare let on what he was thinking. He couldn’t imagine what would happen if Tyler discovered what a terrible friend Sam really was.
Tyler wasn’t sure why, but Sam tensed up and fell silent when he hugged him. Tyler watched as Sam silently slid off of his cock and began robotically cleaning the last bits of it. Sam had withdrawn again, but Tyler wasn’t sure what was eating him. Had Tyler said something to piss Sam off? Tyler wanted to help, but he didn’t know what to say. It hurt him to see Sam like this, especially after Sam had opened up so much to them in the course of the afternoon.
Tyler tried to read Sam’s expression, but it was already far to dark for him to see clearly. Tyler would occasionally catch a glint of moonlight as it reflected off of Sam’s watery eyes. Tyler wanted to walk up to Sam, hug him, and tell him that everything would be all right, but he was afraid that would just make matters worse. Sam had withdrawn so quickly last time Tyler had hugged him. “Hey. Is there something wrong? Is it something I said or did?”
Sam continued methodically scrubbing the rest of Tyler’s cock. “No. You are fine.” You are perfect, in fact. Sam winced a little bit at his internal monologue. Sam’s mind was an asshole, and it seemed to really love to salt his emotional wounds.
Tyler wanted to help so badly, but he didn’t know what was wrong with Sam. “Well, alright, but you know I am there for you if you ever need anything, right?”
Sam really wished that Tyler could help him, but Sam himself was the problem. Sam knew that even if he somehow managed to beat Jake and take over as Tyler’s boyfriend, he would not be happy. Sam had taken a liking to Jake during the course of the day, and he would feel guilty for breaking Jake and Tyler apart. “For starters, let’s go shrink your boyfriend back down.” Sam winced a little as he put far more inflection on “Boyfriend” than he had intended too. He really hoped that Tyler would not pick up on it; Tyler was surprisingly in touch with other people’s feelings for such an easygoing guy.
“Yes. Let’s shrink down the boyfriend.” came Jake’s muffled voice. He was finally coming down off of cloud nine after one hell of an afterglow.
“You’re awake are you? I thought you would have passed out after that last one.” Jake teased his immobile lover. Tyler picked up the hose and walked over to Jake. “Are you sure you want me to do this? I know how much you like being the big man on campus.”
“Shut up and shrink me. My back is cramping from being in this position.” Tyler walked around to the other side of Jake’s car sized cajones. Jake was clinging to the top of his balls much like an unfortunate sailor would be clutching a piece of flotsam in the ocean. It looked to Tyler as if Jake was just using his arms to steady himself; Jake was actually being held in place by his giant scrotum, almost as if it was a rock climbing harness. That would make sense in a lot of ways. Jake was currently climbing his own boulders. Now tat Jake had gotten off, it would be a good idea to help him get down, too. Jake is very lucky he has such a tight sack or he probably would have fallen off ages ago.
Tyler wanted to make some snappy comeback, but he was too busy giggling silently at the spectacle to think of anything good. Instead he just turned the hose on full blast and aimed it at Jake. Jake’s bus sized wang quickly deflated to a much more modest twelve footer. Jake’s nuts were still massive, but at least they were now shorter than he is.
Jake sank into the crater left by his once colossal package. Jake had been lying in that position at such an immense size for so long that he had sunk deep into the mud. Once he had shrunk down the layer of standing spooge had rushed in to fill the low ground, much like water on the beach. Jake was now wading up to his knees in a pool of cum.
“Could you go get my jacket from the jeep? I’m freezing my balls off out here.” Jake rubbed his left nut with his left hand while pointing to the driveway with his right thumb. Tyler scurried off to the car leaving Jake and Sam alone. “Wonder how long it’ll take him to realize I didn’t bring a jacket.”
Jake turned to look at Sam, who was standing there awkwardly rolling and unrolling the soapy washcloth in his hand. “Wow, you are crushing on Tyler hard, aren’t you?”
Sam tried to remain emotionless, but he could feel his cheeks flushing. He was blushing, but hopefully it was dark enough that Jake couldn’t really see. “What makes you say that?”
“You’ve got the stone face down, but your voice could use some work. You aren’t fooling me. I heard your whole full service cock wash.” Sam’s tough exterior crumbled after being exposed in such a way. Sam sat down in the mud and pulled his knees up to his chest. He looked so sad and vulnerable like that that Jake’s heart broke a little. Sam was a lot more vulnerable than he liked to let on. “Look. I’m not mad at you, so you don’t need to worry about that.”
Sam didn’t move or say anything. Jake was a little pissed off with himself. He wished he was anywhere near as good at dealing with people as Tyler was. Jake was always a little too sarcastic; a little too blunt. He meant well, but he always came off as an asshole. “It’s not me you are worried about is it? Let’s see what is it then? You are mad at yourself, then?” Sam didn’t say anything, but he seemed to pull in tighter. Well, we’re getting somewhere. “I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I really would like to help you. I know what it’s like to hate yourself. I especially know what it’s like to beat yourself up over who you fell in love with.”
Sam seemed to relax a little, but he still wouldn’t talk. “I’m not like Tyler. I’m not gonna coax you out of your shell with a joke and a smile. I’m going to drag you out kicking and screaming if I have to. What we know so far. You are beating yourself up. You are in love with Tyler. We have known you are in love with Tyler, so this is something new.” Jake absentmindedly thrummed his fingers along the top of his cock that he was leaning against like a podium. Jake finally put the pieces together; the minor tinge of spite in Sam’s voice when he referred to Jake as Tyler’s boyfriend; the way Sam started withdrawing the second Tyler had mentioned Sam finding a guy of his own; Sam’s obvious crush on Tyler. “I see it now. You are finally accepting that Tyler doesn’t have an interest in you as anything more than a friend. I realize that that sounds mean to say it that way, but it’s pretty accurate, am I right?”
Sam didn’t really give a definitive answer. He just tilted his head a bit in contemplation. “No it wouldn’t be so easy would it.” Jake sighed. “Speaking as one guy with horrible self esteem issues to another, what is the worst possible conclusion I could jump to?”
Jake’s heart dropped as the answer dawned on him. What would he do in Sam’s situation? Sam had already accepted that he was knee deep in the friend zone, but you can’t really fault him for wishing things were different. “You and I are a lot alike. Why just last week I made a wish on a falling star. Wishing that Tyler would miraculously turn gay and that we could be together. I honestly was sickened by myself for even thinking such a thing. Was I really such a terrible friend that I would wish my best friend a life of misery and derision just so that we could be together?”
Sam lifted his head up from his knees and looked at Jake. Even in the darkness, the tears in his eyes were easily visible. “You and I are too much alike; always thinking of others before ourselves; afraid to go for what we want because of those who might get hurt in the process; always jumping to the worst conclusions. So let me guess again. In a moment of weakness you wished that you and Tyler really were boyfriends, but where does that leave me? You are tearing yourself up apart inside because you, for a brief moment, wished Tyler and I would break up so you could have him.”
Sam nodded. The tears were streaming down his face as he struggled to keep himself from sobbing. Jake spread his arms wide and gestured with his fingers for Sam to come to him. “Come on, you are much more mobile than I am. Don’t make me come to you.” Jake tried to give his best most disarming smile, but only succeeded at a lopsided, goofy grin. He wasn’t really known for his smile. He was much better known for his snarky glare, but his smile and words seemed to be working. Sam got to his feet and hesitantly walked towards Jake.
When Sam finally got close enough, Jake latched on to Sam with the biggest bear hug he could manage. Sam collapsed into Jake’s arms and began crying. Jake did his best to soothe him. “Today’s been one hell of an emotional roller coaster for you, huh?” Sam’s head was buried in Jake’s chest. Sam was a few inches taller than Tyler, but Jake was still quite a bit taller than Sam. Jake could easily rest his chin on Sam’s head as he held him tight. “It’s Ok. Everyone has thoughts like that occasionally. Envy is completely normal. What matters is how you act on it. I know how easy it is to single out the few bad traits you have and create some abhorrent caricature of yourself. You are a great guy, and someday soon you’ll find someone who will love you for everything that you are.”
Jake looked over to see that Tyler was standing there watching. Tyler had caught on to the wild goose chase a bit faster than Jake had expected, but at least Jake had had enough time to get through to Sam. Tyler gave Jake an awkward questioning double thumbs up as if to ask “everything alright?” Jake nodded silently as he held Sam. |
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Tags: [Vore] [Violence (Non-Sexual)] [Futa/F] [Rape] [Reluctant] [Rough] [Excessive Cum] [Extreme Size Difference] [Cum Inflation] [Dragon Sexings]
"You heard me. Hands off!" Shyvana jabbed her fist in Cho'Gath's direction. The molten glow of her hand within her gauntlet resembled the flames that burned at the back of a dragon's throat. Smoke even billowed out from under the 'teeth' of her glove. "That wench is mine!"
Cho'Gath squinted one eye, looking first to Katarina clutched like a doll within his talons, then to the woman approaching him. Such a tiny thing. He laughed at her boldness. "Hmm, no, I think not," he rumbled, once more adopting his gentlemanly demeanour. "You see, I've grown quite famished, and, well, a man has to eat you know. But if you'd like to join me for supper, I'm certain I could make room for you as well." The beast licked his chops, drool spilling down his chin.
Shyvana was not the slightest bit intimidated by his imposing bulk. The tail at the back of her helmet swung from side to side as she marched closer. Her fiery hands clenched into fists, she steadied herself into a fighting stance, looking to all the world like she was ready to beat the mountainous creature down with her bare hands. "I'm not making a request."
"And I'm not obeying any demands." Cho'Gath smirked. "So it would appear that we're at an impasse." He brought Katarina closer to his maw, his repugnant, slimy tongue coiling about her legs, bathing her in his drool. The woman cringed in disgust, writhing and struggling within his grasp. "So my dear, pray tell, just what do you plan to do about it?"
Shyvana grimaced, staring at the behemoth that loomed over her. This vile, repulsive creature that dared to stand between her and her prey... She had left the girl too soon to fully sate her needs, and after her encounter with that indigo-haired witch... Shyvana's fury was welling up inside. It fuelled her fire and drove her onwards. Fury at Katarina for stealing her dragon, fury at LeBlanc for deceiving her, fury at Cho'Gath for his disrespect. Shyvana's amber eyes took on a distinctly red glow. Her mind became clouded. Teeth elongated and sharpened, becoming a mouthful of fangs too great to be contained by human jaws. To her left, she stretched out her arm, the skin around her elbow growing to excess, becoming tough and leathery and unfurling like the membrane of a great wing. Cho'Gath arched a brow, curiousity overtaking him as her right arm followed, doing the same. Katarina gaped in awe, watching Shyvana's gauntlets melt into her fists, becoming a mighty set of razor sharp talons. The flames that surrounded and swirled around the half-dragon grew stronger, circling faster. They became a storm of fire that completely engulfed the woman until she disappeared from view entirely, only to burst upwards from the inferno like an erupting volcano. But what emerged from the blaze was something far larger, far greater than a mere human. It hovered in the sky for a brief moment, its magnificence on display for all.
A dragon.
Cho'Gath sneered. Not just any dragon, no. The same one that had ambushed them before. Now that he looked closer, it was all so clear. Even in this form, she was only half a dragon. Her wings were not separate limbs from her forelegs like a proper dragon, but fused together, the membrane stretching back from her thin, lanky forearms. In comparison, her legs were short and stumpy, in contrast with her now massive size, and unable to support her weight for long without leaning on her arms. The crimson plate armour that she had worn as a human now fused to her body, forming large, hard scales that protected her torso, neck, thighs, and her newly grown tail. The rest of her body was still scaled, but elsewhere those scales were thin and blue, vulnerable, like her human form's flesh. Her helmet was still intact, the magnificent horns jutting out to the sides and curled back, just as much a part of her body now as the rest of her armour, though the tail at the back of it had moved down her spinal column to where it rightfully belonged. Lastly, the woman's face had elongated and narrowed, becoming a fierce dragon's snout, pointed and almost beaklike at the nose.
And, of course, she was larger now. Bigger... but not big enough. Where her size had overwhelmed Cho'Gath before, now it was he who towered over her, even in this new form. She stood barely even two thirds his size. The beast smirked. "Well, THAT certainly is something."
The half-dragon's wings not quite sturdy enough to stay aloft longer than a few seconds, she came back to the earth with a booming crash, landing on all fours and roaring at Cho'Gath. She crawled towards him, hissing and snapping her jaws like some feral creature, but the terror of the void was not threatened.
Cho'Gath looked to Katarina once more, the object of the dragon's desire. The woman squirmed and kicked to no avail, simply outmatched in a conflict between titans. "Well," Cho rumbled, "what is it that you laymen say in a situation such as this? Ah, yes..." Opening wide, he hurled the struggling assassin to the back of his throat. She shrieked, bypassing his teeth entirely and rolling across his warbling tongue. He gulped once, his throat muscles contracting, squeezing, and dragging the poor girl down his gullet. With her out of the way, he turned to the stunned dragon, gesturing for her to come closer. "Come at me, bro!"
Loosing a bellowing roar of rage, Shyvana charged forward, a trail of fire blazing in her wake. With claws outstretched, she sprung forward, tackling the great beast. Bracing himself, Cho'Gath met her head on, skidding backwards as she impacted. Talons raked across the behemoth's chest, and he retaliated by clubbing the dragon in the side of the head with a massive, meaty fist.
Shyvana reeled, stumbling to the side, and Cho'Gath pressed his advantage, stepping forward and driving his fist into the back of her skull. The earth below them shook as the dragon was brought low. The demon stepped over her, salivating hungrily. Rivers of spit drizzling down his chin, splattering atop Shyvana's snout. Recoiling in disgust, she swung her tail in a wide arc, sweeping his legs out from under him. Again the ground rumbled as the titanic creature lost his footing.
Clambering back onto all fours, Shyvana lunged at him, swiping her claws upwards and clipping the monster's jaw. Cho'Gath yowled and she swung again, slashing his chest, and again and again. For such a large and clumsy looking creature, the dragon was remarkably swift, delivering a lightning-quick salvo of blows to the void terror. Blood gushed from his wounds, soaking the dragon's claws, but none were deep enough to do much more than aggravate the monstrosity. Sucking in a deep lungful of air, he screeched at her, the sheer force of his shrill sound waves pushing Shyvana away and bringing her to her knees, her lanky arms holding her ringing ears while she hissed in pain.
While she struggled to recover, Cho'Gath advanced once more. Though his fists were slower, his sheer size ensured that each blow struck with the force of a freight train. Striking her under the chin, Shyvana growled and reared upwards, where Cho'Gath's scythe blades were waiting to swing down. They cut deep gouges along the dragon's shoulders, and a follow-up punch stumbled her into the river.
"Good show, good show, but I'm afraid it will take more than that to best me!" Cho'Gath boomed. The river sloshed and churned as he walked through it, his size so great that his feet alone were not even completely submerged beneath the water's surface.
Shyvana wheezed and gasped, laid out on her belly. Smoke wafted from her nostrils as she pushed herself up, eyes alight with her rage. "I'm... just getting warmed up!" She inhaled deeply. Whirling around on the advancing fiend, she exhaled a gout of searing flame, so enormous that even Cho'Gath was engulfed, becoming a dark shadow amidst the flames.
Her breath exhausted, the fires dissipated, leaving the beast standing there looking little worse for wear. Steam rose from spots where his chitinous hide was singed. But atop his head, his regal top hat was completely cooked. A stiff breeze blew past and the hat crumbled to dust, drifting away with the wind. A few stray ashes hovered just before his eyes before blowing away, taunting him.
Cho'Gath roared.
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Katarina cringed, the squishy, slimy sides of Cho'Gath's esophagus bearing down on her on all sides. Truly, today was a contest to decide just what would be the most revolting moment of her life.
Unable to chew her up, her supposed 'ally' had opted to just swallow her whole. Now she struggled and fought against the muscles of his throat as they dragged her down further with every contraction. With virtually no light to penetrate this far down, she was stranded in the darkness, crushed between wet walls of tissue and muscle. She wouldn't even be able to tell which direction was up and which was down if it wasn't for the occasional constriction of the tunnel she was in pushing her downwards, accompanied by the most disgusting schloorp she'd ever heard.
It certainly didn't help matters that every so often her slick prison would shake violently. Just what the hell was going on out there?
Digging her fingers into the soft, spongy walls, Katarina tried to find purchase, but mucus and slime greased her digits. It made it virtually impossible to grab hold of anything. In desperation, she stretched herself out as far as possible. Planting her boots into one wall, she pushed her shoulders back into the other, trying to wedge herself in the monster's throat. If she was lucky, maybe he'd choke on her.
It seemed to work. The next contraction came, and Katarina braced herself. Her legs pushed with all of her might, her teeth gritting, refusing to budge. The wet walls tried to press inwards, to pull her down, but she resisted, pushing back and grunting from the strain. Then, suddenly it was over. The muscle spasm passed, and she remained where she was. Breathing a deep sigh of relief, she relaxed as best she could, knowing she'd need her strength to fight off the next one.
A niggling pain in her heel draw her attention to her feet. Fucking hell, what now? It figured, her last article of clothing were her boots, so of course she'd get something stuck in them. Probably a twig or a sharp stone scraping away at her ankle. The nagging, stinging sensation seemed present in both feet, oddly enough.
Curling her lips into a scowl, Katarina jabbed her elbow into Cho'Gath's esophagus to brace herself before reaching for her boots with the other hand. Whatever it was stuck in there, it was driving her absolutely mental. She felt damp leather beneath her trembling fingers, so close now... She started to slip her hand within the heel and...
Another contraction rippled throughout her esophageal prison cell. Unprepared for the sudden constriction, she was unable to fight it off as the squishy barriers closed in on her, squeezing her into a ball and forcing her deeper down the monster's gullet.
Shit! Katarina cursed herself for losing focus. Now she was right back where she started. Worse even, because now she was being squeezed so tightly she couldn't even stretch herself out to try and get lodged in place.
Spit and phlegm soaked her skin, rolling off of her and dripping down the tube below, making Katarina wince in discomfort. Assuming she even managed to get out of this alive, she was going to need yet another bath to get this rancid stink off of her.
The world around her shook once more. Another contraction soon followed and sent her tumbling downwards, spinning head over heels. Between the bouts of spinning and falling, the violent quaking, the disgusting slime, and the terrible smell, it was a struggle for her not to retch and vomit. Still, she maintained her composure as well as she could. If she started to hurl now, she knew she wouldn't be able to stop. Besides, it wasn't like she had much in her stomach to lose aside from maybe a load of cum or two.
The walls retracted, loosening their hold. Katarina fell another few feet, and then they constricted again. She scowled. Had to be getting close now. She couldn't let herself reach the beast's stomach. Nevermind that she had no way of knowing whether or not Kayle's spell would protect her from whatever horrendous digestive juices lurked in that pit, she had an altogether greater worry in mind. Even if she was protected, once she went that far, the only way out would be... Katarina shuddered. She wouldn't even consider that. That was one indignity too far, she'd kill herself first if she had to.
Slipping and sliding down the creature's throat, Katarina slowly twisted and turned her greased up body. She had to get herself into position, needed to be ready, she might only get one more shot to...
Cho'Gath's esophagus pushed her down once more, and Katarina was startled as light suddenly illuminated her surroundings.
Shit shit shit! Katarina screamed in her head. She was at the bottom too soon! In desperation, she kicked with both legs, one back, one forward and barely manage to prop herself between them. The soles of her boots dug into Cho'Gath's squishy internal walls, keeping her suspended for now. Her hamstrings were killing her, and her legs trembled from the stress of holding her legs parallel. It was times like this the noxian was grateful to be so flexible, but it would be meaningless if she didn't find a solution, and fast.
She looked around, giving her eyes a second to adjust to the dim light. Wondering what the source was, she found it glancing downwards. An ornate, golden staff floating in a pool of stomach acid, slowly being dissolved. A series of crystals, magically suspended at the head of the scepter, were emitting a faint, violet light. Funny, the weapon looked just like LeBlanc's...
Too short on time to ruminate on the staff's origins, the noxian peered about. There was nothing else of value she could see amidst the refuse littering Cho'Gath's stomach, and the light didn't reach more than a foot above her head. Not that she expected to see anything if it did. She was inside the belly of a beast, it's not like there would be handholds to climb back up.
Again, she felt that nagging pain in her heel and looked to her front facing foot. With the illumination's aid, she spotted the slightest glimmer jutting up from her boot, a shining gold that gleamed with all of the saliva she was coated with.
The woman gasped in surprise... And nearly fell into the pit as the stench of Cho'Gath's bile struck her senses. She coughed and heaved, her legs quivering as she barely maintained the energy to hold them steady.
Sticking out from her boot was another sharpened blade, one of the ones she'd swiped from Orianna's immobile form. Katarina felt like an idiot for forgetting. It's not like she didn't usually keep spare weapons there anyways. Bound as she'd been by LeBlanc, they had been useless to her, and amid the trauma of dealing with the two angel sisters, she'd simply forgotten about them.
Holding her breath to avoid inhaling any more of the noxious fumes, she stretched forward, reaching for that sharp, golden blade. Trembling fingers gingerly pinched the very tip of it, and drew it from her boot.
The assassin gazed upwards again, makeshift dagger in hand. Maybe there were no handholds inside the belly of this beast, but that didn't mean she couldn't make some.
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"You wish the world you know to end!" Cho'Gath shrieked as he charged. He crashed into Shyvana with all of his mass, shoving the dragon off-kilter. Hammer-like fists came down upon her skull, his sharp shoulder blades following and scraping deep gouges through her plated scales. His attacks were relentless, heavy, punishing blows raining down upon her alongside swift swipes from his blades.
Shyvana hissed and swung back, returning each and every strike with a swipe from her talons. They raked over his hide, tearing chunks of chitin from his torso and leaving bloody furrows in the side of his face. Still the monster did not reel, did not pause his assault, bullying the dragon around with his superior size and strength. She stumbled backwards from every hit, trees groaning and splintering in her path her as he forced her into the forest, pummeling her relentlessly.
Growling with rage fuelled by pain, Shyvana grasped at one of the demon's forward-facing horns, seeking leverage of any kind over the void terror. She pulled and twisted, trying to throw him off balance. Instead of resisting, Cho'Gath lunged into her, using her own momentum against her and headbutting her. An enormous crack rang in both their ears. Shyvana reeled in shock and pain. Swiping his head to the side, Cho'Gath cut her cheek with the tip of a horn, bellowing in triumph as she fell backwards, more lumber falling around her.
As she climbed back to her feet, Cho'Gath reached for her horns to show her how it was done. Overpowering her, he twisted her head to the side and charged through the woods, dragging her along for the ride. Using her skull for a battering ram, he plowed through every tree in his path, oaks cracking and collapsing before them. Reaching the end of his route, he stopped abruptly and released the dragon, letting her fly through the air without him, only to then crash into the dirt.
"You are weak! I'll wager your meat is very tender..." Cho'Gath licked his lips, an endless flood of drool spilling down his chin. "I shall enjoy gnawing it from your bones!
Weakly, Shyvana rose once more to her feet, narrow eyes glaring at the approaching Cho. Her tail curled around the base of a fallen tree, coiling around it and squeezing so tightly the wood creaked and splintered. "I... I'm not finished yet..." She wheezed, puffs of smoke escaping with each breath. Opening wide, she exhaled another torrent of flame, engulfing Cho'Gath's head.
The beast shielded himself with his arms to protect his face, turning away from her and the searing heat until the flames passed. "Again? That didn't do you any good last ti-"
Shyvana swung her tail overhead, clubbing Cho'Gath with the tree as he turned to face her. Too stunned to react, it was Shyvana's turn to press forward, backhanding him across the face. Swinging with both lanky arms at once, she embedded her claws deep in his exoskeleton, aiming for the places where the fire had charred and weakened his resilient hide. Tempered by flame, her talons cut through him like butter, blood splashing from his wounds.
"Still think me weak!?" Shyvana screamed, butting her head into his stomach.
Cho'Gath stepped back, wiping a mouthful of blood and spit from his chin with the back of an arm. "Oh dear, you've got me on the ropes now. Just look at me, I'm trembling." He grinned.
Shyvana cocked a brow. Snorting derisively, smoke blew from her nostrils. What was he smirking about? She could see his leg quivering, the beast's foot tapping the ground, slamming it with such vigor and force that the very earth beneath them began to quake. No, not them, just her...
Damnit! Shyvana cursed and scrambled to get away, but she was too slow to react. The ground ruptured at her feet, jagged mounds of rock jutting upwards and launching her into the air. Flailing her arms, she flapped her vestigial wings to right herself in mid-air, clumsily trying to fly.
Cho'Gath wouldn't give her the opportunity to. He stepped closer and reached for her tail, gargantuan talons closing around it. With a mighty roar, he pulled her down, slamming her to the ground with a great boom. Cracking her tail like a whip, he lifted the dragon above his head and brought her down again on the other side, the world shaking from the force of impact. With teeth grit, he pulled hard and whirled around, swinging her around by her tail.
Shyvana howled. It felt as though her spine was being ripped out of her as he swung her about. Building momentum as he rotated on his heels, spinning her faster and faster until finally he let go, hurling her off into the distance. The dragon roared as she was sent sailing, agony consuming her as she shattered trees on impact and just kept going through them.
Cho'Gath watched until she disappeared from sight, obscured by the wreckage of fallen foliage. Chittering eagerly, his scythe-appendages were brought to bear, the sharp spines aimed in Shyvana's direction. There was a sickening crack, the crunch of parts dislocating as he readied his onslaught. His extra limbs suddenly surged forth, the bladed tips breaking loose as they were thrown like spears. As quickly as they broke loose, new spikes grew to replace them, bursting from his thin, wiry appendages. Rearing back, they thrust and threw their spines again, and again, and again. Cho'Gath's alien physiology produced a seemingly endless barrage of vorpal spikes, machine-gunning the fallen dragon with them.
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Shyvana growled, hefting a fallen log off of her and rolling onto her side. Every inch of her blue hide ached fiercely. Those sections shielded by scarlet fared somewhat better, though her scales were cracked in places and her sore muscles begged for rest. Digging her knuckles into the dirt, she lifted herself up and paused to catch her breath. Each lungful of air stoked the furnace blazing in her core.
She would not be felled by some ravenous monster. Not after everything she had fought for, everyone that had sacrificed...
Father...
Shyvana's eyes glazed over, recalling her father. As powerful a dragon as there ever was. His life taken by his own kind as he fought to spare Shyvana's life, to defend her from the ravenous beasts that would slaughter her for merely existing, an abomination in their eyes. She recalled the young heir to the Demacian throne who had shown compassion, aiding her in taking vengeance upon those who took from her the only family she had ever known. And she recalled the rage, the unbridled fury that had manifested in her then. It burned inside her, giving her strength, consuming her thoughts. She vowed; no one would ever take anything from her again.
Her anger burning hot once more, Shyvana reared up on her hind legs, wings outstretched, and loosed a challenging roar. If her fury would not be sated with sex, then it would be quenched by violence!
A piercing whistling noise drew Shyvana's attention back to the battle at hand. She narrowed her eyes, gazing in the direction Cho'Gath still lay. The whistling grew louder as the source approached. A barrage of chitinous spears burst forth from the dense foliage before her. The dragon's surprised eyes grew wide as they pierced her armour and skewered her legs. Her wing membranes were torn to shreds in an instant by the rapid onslaught tearing through them.
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Cho'Gath cupped a set of talons to one ear, listening intently. Far off in the distance, he heard the dragon's anguished cries. Her agonized roar echoed throughout the forest, shattering the eerie stillness that had been brought on by their battle, no creature for miles wanting to get anywhere near either of them. It brought a delightful smile to his hideous face. Truly, did a more delightful sound exist in this wretched world? He'd be hard pressed to believe it.
The monster chuckled loudly as he made his way towards those cries of pain, interrupting himself suddenly to cough. Clearing his windpipe, he rubbed at his neck gingerly with one talon, feeling the first hints of a sore throat coming on. He really needed to lay off the scrap metal.
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Sqwiiillllllch.
Katarina's knife sunk deep into soft tissue, blood spurting from the wound and dousing her in red. Jiggling it around, she made sure the blade was sturdy before she put any weight on it, jostling it until she was certain it wouldn't slip. Once she was sure it would hold, she pulled herself up by her grip on the handle, stabbing a second knife in higher up and repeating the process.
The spongy, wet walls still closed around her, squeezing tight, trying to swallow her back down. Each time she felt the muscles around her constrict, she held on as tight as she could, waiting for it to pass. The surface undulated against her bare flesh, pressing in and pushing downwards, but she held tight to her daggers, the blades embedded deep and refusing to budge. Once the walls ceased contracting for the time being, she pushed onwards, climbing higher up the fleshy cliff side.
Cho'Gath's blood showered her each time she pierced the inner lining of his esophagus. Each cut seemed to spill a gallon of crimson life fluid, yet the creature never seemed to react with any great degree of pain. What was a large gash to her likely wasn't even large enough to qualify as a pinprick to him. All the better for her, as it left him unaware of her escape attempt.
Besides, for a change, this was one bodily fluid Katarina didn't mind bathing in. The deep, dark red splattered her skin, painting her nude body the same colour as her hair. This was at least familiar to her. She was trained to fight, trained to kill. Being soaked in the life essence of her enemies was nothing new to her, even if she'd never experienced it quite this way before. It slicked the handles of her weapons, making it difficult to hang on, but she kept a death grip on the knives. She'd be cold and dead before anyone or anything pried these daggers from her bloody grasp. Katarina was done with being disarmed.
The walls were another story. Squishy and soft, the blades cut through them easily, and their slick texture made it difficult to stay firm against. She had to pierce them at just the right angle for the blades to stay embedded, lest they tear through the muscle tissue like paper. One blade not tested thoroughly enough, when she braced herself for the next attempt to swallow she suddenly found herself skidding downwards. The constricting tube shoved her back down, her knives slicing through the esophagus's lining and showering her with enough blood to drown in. Thankfully, she'd grown accustomed to holding her breath so as not to be overpowered by the stink.
Dismayed, she recommenced her climb to the top. If anything, it was even more slippery now, and more difficult to find a good place to pierce the walls where she hadn't already shredded them into meat. Still, she made do, ensuring she tested her grip more thoroughly each time before continuing.
Her ascent was slow and laborious. Her arms ached, her muscles more sore than she could ever remember being in her entire life. She was wet and greasy, barely able to breathe. Occasionally, the walls would still rumble from the conflict outside, and Katarina was left with no choice but to hang on and wonder what fresh hell was this. But she continued, unrelenting, determined that if she was to die, she'd spill as much blood as possible on the way out.
Eventually, the texture beneath her body changed. The slickened, greased up walls gave way to a grittier, though still altogether too wet texture. Beneath her, the surface started to move more frequently, but the walls no longer closed in. Instead it shook and swayed violently, expanding and contracting. At one point smashing her against the other side, which had become less pliant and soft.
From above, she occasionally glimpsed brief moments of illumination, the shadows of great, pointed mountains being cast in her way, and she realized just how far she had climbed. She was at the back of the throat now, and the undulating surface below her was no longer the inside of his neck, but Cho'Gath's thrashing, flapping tongue.
If Katarina had believed the hard part was over, she was quickly disabused of that notion. The top was so close she could see it, but the monster's tongue was more wild, more violent than the throat had been. It thrashed her about, slamming her into internal walls and bouncing her up and down. Her daggers became even more difficult to grip, and keeping them embedded in any one place for long was impossible, forcing her to quickly adjust on the fly. But she was so close now, and the nearness of her objective gave her strength. With only a little bit left to go, she continued her ascent.
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Shyvana's massive chest heaved, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. The pain was intense, greater than she had felt in a long, long time. Spears jutted out from her all over, trickles of blood seeping from the barbed intrusions. Laying flat on her back, she reached for one particularly nasty spike embedded in her abdomen, and with a mighty roar she yanked it out, her body wracked by fresh pain.
Slowly, she shifted to her side, forcing herself to get up, to stand. She felt the earth rumble beneath her, the very land groaning in pain with each heavy footstep Cho'Gath took upon it. The trembling was getting worse, and the dragon knew he was almost upon her. She had to get up!
Then, suddenly, the shaking stopped. Shyvana was momentarily perplexed, her breath coming in rasps. Reptilian eyes widening, she hissed and threw herself to the side hard, rolling out of the way just in the nick of time.
Cho'Gath crashed down atop the earth where she had laid not even seconds before. Both feet stomped upon the land with enough force to have crushed the dragon had she still been there. Shyvana growled, struggling to stay steady on her feet. Her wounds made her woozy, and the earth just kept quaking, long after Cho'Gath had impacted.
Oh no...
Once again, Shyvana's was too slow to realize Cho'Gath's ploy. The ground exploded beneath her, propelling her into the sky. This time though, Shyvana was ready for him. Or so she thought. She somersaulted in mid-air, took a deep breath, and exhaled a cone of flame at him before he could go for her tail.
The monster was not so foolish as to pull the exact same trick twice however. Inhaling himself, he unleashed a feral scream up at Shyvana with such force, the sonic waves dissipated her fire and knocked the wind from her lungs.
Within the back of his throat, Katarina let out a scream of her own, though the sound was entirely muted by his. As close as could be to Cho'Gath's larynx, the sound was truly deafening. The vibrations from it shook her to her core and for a brief moment she lost hold of one of her knives. Holding steady to the other, she was bounced and jostled by his tongue, fingers scrabbling to catch her handhold as it bobbed just beyond her reach.
Cho'Gath coughed and hacked, rolling his tongue along his uvula. Strange, it felt like he had something caught at the back of his throat. Had a bit of funny aftertaste too. He beat a fist to his chest, stomping a foot while he tried to clear the obstruction. The violent expulsion of air and body-rocking vibrations of his coughing propelled Katarina further, just narrowly managing to seize her weapon as she was sent rolling along Cho'Gath's tongue, surprising him when he suddenly coughed a young woman back up into his maw.
Taking an opportunity when she saw one, Shyvana charged on all fours, practically dragging herself on her forelegs to propel herself quicker. She weaved left and right, avoiding the quakes and erupting stalagmites that accompanied Cho's stomping, expertly dodging each. With claws outstretched, she leaped forward, ready to tear into the monster.
Cho'Gath's reactions were quick, belying his incredible size. Shyvana's arms were long, but his were longer, and he seized her by the throat mid-leap. Squeezing her neck, he put pressure on the dragon's windpipe, watching her struggle and claw futilely at his arms. It was time to put an end to this farce. With an all-too-eager grin, he leaned in as close as possible, to stare right into Shyvana's amber eyes as he choked the life out of her.
The dragon kicked fruitlessly with her short legs, digging her talons into his wrist, but to no avail. He was bigger, he was stronger. She'd failed to dodge his blows too many times. Peering into his battle-scarred visage through a cracked eye, she snarled fiercely, bitterly contesting her end. Then, her eyes opened as large as saucers, staring jaw-agape in surprise. There, atop Cho'Gath's slime slicked tongue, Katarina was down on one knee. One hand pressed against the roof of Cho's mouth, holding it and herself steady, while the other held a gleaming, golden spike.
Katarina stared right back at her, her expertly trained mind analyzing the situation. More than that, she was reading every contour of Shyvana's snout, the geometry of her face. Sex was the art that her sister was trained in, Katarina's art was violence. Driven by bloodlust and no longer hindered by fear, it was finally time to show just what she could do with a knife.
Pinching the blood-soaked handle between her fingers, Katarina threw the blade at Shyvana. It twirled through the air, striking her in the forehead at the exact angle to reflect it upwards, with the exact amount of force needed to send the bouncing blade right between Cho'Gath's eyes. Both titans reeled, more from surprise than pain, their stunned heads tilting back. Knees coiled, Katarina used Cho'Gath's tongue for a springboard, launching herself high up into the air.
Freedom! At last! She twisted and spun in the air, her hair flowing around her in a spiral. The monster looked upon her, startled and bewildered as she descended, planting her boots into his face. Crouching to rip her dagger from where it lay embedded in his flesh, she deftly slashed across his left eye. Now it was pain that made him recoil, and she was quick to spring backwards, avoiding his talons as he shrieked and reached for his bloody eye.
Shyvana wrinkled her nose as Katarina landed on it, kicking the dragon in the snout. Uncertain if the woman's focus was on Cho'Gath alone, she hesitated a moment. It was a decision she quickly regretted as the assassin spun around, arms outstretched with a dagger in each, and took off the tip of a horn.
The dragon roared in fresh pain. It was just the tiniest chunk that was lost, but plate and bone had shattered to do so. Fury building anew, she threw back her head to shake the woman off and breathed out a stream of fire that would engulf both her and Cho'Gath alike.
The flames never so much as licked at Katarina's boots. She vanished in the blink of an eye, using the same shunpo technique that had so depressingly failed to secure her escape from Shyvana in their first encounter. The dragon was left staring in confusion at her disappearance, wondering if she'd been reduced entirely to ash.
Katarina reappeared behind Cho'Gath, swinging from one of his scythe-arms and using his massive bulk to shield herself from the fire. Holding on with one hand, she idly fingered Shyvana's severed horn with the other. Small, pointed, sharp... Dagger-like. Along with Orianna's spikes, she counted five. Not enough.
"The darkness will take you!" Cho'Gath screeched, flailing his limbs wildly. Reaching over his shoulder, his claws grasped at the air, snapping just shy of Katarina. He shook and swayed clumsily, trying to manoeuvre her within range of his talons.
Katarina swung from his extra limb like a trapeze. Launching herself over his arm, she slashed downwards as she passed it by. Her blade cut through his hard carapace, pieces of it fracturing and breaking off. Snagging a few as she fell, Katarina thumbed them, feeling for fragments with razor sharp edges...
"Gwwooaarrr!" Cho'Gath spun and swung wildly, but Katarina was already gone, vanishing once more with a metallic 'shing'.
The instant his back was turned, Shyvana was atop him, hissing furiously and digging her claws into his shoulders. The girl was weak, irrelevant, the dragon knew this first hand. But, if she could distract this slavering beast for her, perhaps she had SOME use.
Cho'Gath stumbled about blindly, his shoulder-blades swinging, trying to catch the dragon and tear her off. She clung tightly to his back though and refused to be dislodged, swinging her head from side to side to avoid being clipped by Cho's scythes. Gathering fire in her maw, she blew against his collarbone, cooking his carapace while he bellowed with rage. Once his flesh was charred and blackened, she snapped her jaws and dug her fangs in deep, tearing at the burn and rending the flesh within.
Amidst the chaos, Shyvana didn't notice that it was her back to which Katarina now clung. Letting the two giants fight amongst themselves for a few minutes, she scaled the ridges of Shyvana's back-plate, climbing to where one of Cho'Gath's spikes was embedded, just behind her right shoulder. Bracing herself against the dragon's arched spine, she kicked at the thin, bony lance again and again, until it splintered and snapped, leaving just the end of it still buried in the dragon's shoulder. Dipping down, Katarina gripped what little of it remained and pulled. Her hands submerged in Shyvana's steaming blood, she twisted and wrenched the spine's tip out of her body, making no effort to make the process any less painful. The dragon's surprised cries were music to her ears.
Katarina counted the items she'd gathered thus far. Eleven. Still not enough. Clutching the sharp spike she'd just taken with both hands, she plunged it right back into the dragon's hide, until Shyvana screeched in agony. Ignoring that wonderful song of pain, she twisted and pulled, using the sharp tool like a lever to crack and pry off some of the dragon's strong, sturdy scales. She made sure to splinter them at sharp angles too, grinning maliciously the whole time.
Fiery pain lanced throughout Shyvana's right arm as Kat hacked up her shoulder blade. It weakened her grip enough that Cho'Gath was able to throw her off at last. He spun to face them as she reached for her wound, talons narrowly missing the nimble woman as she leapt out of the way. Bringing his scythe-arms to bear, the monster fired two long spears at her, one after another. With little time to react and one arm numb from pain, the dragon only barely had time to stop the first one, bashing it aside with her good arm and consigning herself to a hit from the other.
It was to her surprise then when Katarina vaulted off of her shoulder, frontflipped, twisted her hips mid-leap and kicking the spike dead in the center of the shaft. It shattered from the impact, the different pieces veering off course and scattering harmlessly around.
What the hell is this woman doing? The dragon was left to ponder that thought while Katarina scurried about, picking up the broken pieces while avoiding being crushed underfoot by the two colossi. Shyvana was unable to contemplate the erratic assassin for long though, as the rumbling of the earth soon drew her attention back to Cho'Gath.
He charged straight at her, latching onto her horns and dragging her forward. Maw open and salivating, he pulled her closer. "I wonder, does dragon meat come pre-cooked?" He laughed, snapping his jaws in her face hungrily.
"I am not..." Shyvana gasped, her voice loud and possessing a hissing, raspy reverberation to it. Twisting her head and fighting back against Cho's grip, she swung at him with her good arm, smashing her forepaw right into his jaw, roaring as she did it. "...your meal!" There was a sickening crunch that accompanied the blow, several of the demon's teeth shattering from the impact. In retaliation, he took Shyvana's paw in his, twisting and crushing until her massive nails snapped. And Katarina was there to collect the detritus while both creatures howled in pain, adding teeth and claws to her growing collection.
"Everything is my meal! This world exists only to feed the void!"" Cho'Gath barked, bringing one of his scythes down to pierce the dragon's chest. To his surprise, it struck her breasplate and barely scratched the scales he had easily pierced before. "Wha-?" Bringing the end of his limb up for closer examination, he gaped in awe at the end of it, broken and blunted. "What?!" Turning his head, he quickly found Katarina hanging from the other appendage, using a dagger to hack off the sharpened end of it. "What are you doing you insignificant little appetizer?!" Giving his limbs a shake, he threw the girl off, ejecting the spikes to regrow new ones in their place. "I have had entirely enough of you!" He bellowed, moving to step on top of her, only for her to grin and vanish once more. "Rrraaaaaaghh!"
Thirty. She had thirty of them now. She preferred to have more, but times were desperate and these would have to do. Katarina dearly wished she still had her clothes, or at the very least her belts and holsters. As it was, she was left awkwardly trying to carry an armful of very sharp objects while also trying to avoid the rampaging behemoth above. Fortunately, his very size made her teleportation technique all the more effective, as he was too clumsy and slow to turn around each time she flash stepped behind him.
"Hold still! Stop moving, damn you!" Cho'Gath raged, trying to track the tiny woman's movements. It was like trying to keep a jumpy little cricket in sight at all times.
Springing into the air just as Cho'Gath nearly stomped on her, Katarina disappeared yet again, using shunpo to warp up and behind him. Grabbing a shoulder limb with one hand, she swung herself up even higher, landing crouched upon one of his horns. Bellowing, he reached a talon for her, but she simply leapt to the back of his hand and backflipped off of it, landing atop his wide forehead with legs coiled.
Shyvana watched the woman's actions with a mixture of curiousity, amazement, and a little bit of arousal. Perhaps she had underestimated the human. The way she so deftly made a fool of Cho'Gath, the way she showed no fear in the face of such an overwhelming foe, the way she shed blood with such a manic grin on her face... Her movements were so smooth and flawless, red hair flowing in her wake... Her every curve bared for the world to see, breasts bouncing unconstrained yet never interfering with her flexibility as she evaded clumsy swipes and made her way higher...
Fuck, she was hot. Shyvana found herself baring fangs, her dragon's snout not as conducive to chewing her bottom lip.
Cho'Gath was not so amused. He threw back his head, hoping to drop the pesky irritant into his waiting maw. Instead, the noxian jumped one more time, adding the velocity of his movement to her own in order to launch herself as high as she could. Just before reaching the apex of her leap, she threw her arms up, scattering every blade she'd collected into the air above her head. Katarina turned to face the two warring titans below, both of them staring right back at her. Mentally, she started marking targets.
Every wound they had inflicted upon each other, every vulnerable joint, every vital organ...
For a brief moment it was as though the assassin was floating in the air, her upwards trajectory reaching its end but gravity not yet taking hold. The weapons she'd thrown started to descend first, coming back to Katarina one by one.
Every line, every angle, every trajectory she needed to hit...
Slowly, Katarina closed her eyes and started to spin. Twisting her hips and swinging her arms around, she rotated faster and faster as her descent began. Her crimson hair billowed and swirled around her, spiralling outwards as she twisted and twirled, moving faster and faster until she became a blur. Her form hazy from such hectic motion, she almost resembled a flower. A beautiful lotus of death.
The first dagger came within reach and without even looking she snapped it up between two fingers, whirled around, and threw it with every ounce of strength she had. The rapid rotation of her body sped the entire motion up, adding momentum to the blade, letting it sail faster and hit harder. Then the second blade came within reach, then the third, and the fourth...
Taking in a deep lungful of air, Cho'Gath glared at the woman fiercely. Such foolishness! He would show her the futility of her efforts, blasting her and her petty, tiny weapons from the sky with a mere scream. He threw back his head and opened wide.
There was no shriek that came, no explosive burst of sonic waves. Only a sick gurgling noise as blood pooled in his throat. His eyes darted downwards, staring in horror at Shyvana, the dragon's talons lodged in his exposed neck.
"Your voice..." Shyvana rasped, wheezing from the toll the battle had taken on her. "...is fucking annoying." Roaring with every ounce of strength she still possessed, she ripped and tore through his jugular, shredding him open from his chin to his ribs.
Then the blades were upon them. In a matter of seconds, Katarina rained down every knife, every fang, every talon and sharp scale she'd could find. They sliced through flesh and cut through carapace. They reflected off of armoured plate, bouncing at near impossible angles to embed themselves in eyes and open wounds. A tempest of serrated edges that sliced through muscle and tore through joints, clinking and clattering as every single one found its mark within either the dragon or the demon.
As quickly as it began, the storm ended. Katarina's rotation slowed to a halt as she fell, reorienting herself to land deftly on her feet. First skidding, then rolling through the dirt, she came to a stop finally, laying flat on her back and staring into the sky. That was it. That was her best, the most she could do.
Cho'Gath was still standing. Nearly two dozen blades were buried in his flesh, having absorbed the main brunt of Katarina's assault. One eye was squeezed shut, a dagger jutting between his eyelids, while blood trickled from the other like tears. Rivers of red flowed down his chest. One arm hung limply at his side, a knife sticking out from every joint. Still, he stood, he breathed, his neck making wet gurgling sounds when he did.
Katarina just stared up at him in despair. "Just... How?"
"Why, one can survive anything these days..." He rumbled weakly. He took a lumbering step towards the prone assassin, dragging his other foot stiffly behind him. "...except death of course..." Wheezing his last breath, the monstrosity's legs gave out from underneath him. Rolling to her side quickly, Katarina leapt to her feet and dashed away, running for safety as the behemoth came down with a mighty crash. There he lay, silent and motionless. He did not breathe as the light died in his bloody eyes.
For several long moments, Katarina stood staring at the beast, as if expecting him to rise up again any moment. She was panting heavily, sweat clinging to her skin and adding to the various other bodily fluids she was slicked in. When at last she was confident Cho'Gath was well and truly dead, she finally allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief.
Now, all she had to do was worry about...
A sudden, massive fist smashed down upon her, and Katarina's vision went dark.
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"Where's Tristana? I figured she'd be here by now." Morgana sighed, resting her irritated face in one hand, her other arm folded under her chest.
"I don't know, but we can't wait for her forever. We must end this soon." Kayle pulled her sword from the ground as a line of allied minions came marching by, turning to face the obstacle in their path.
They stood before the very gates of their enemies' fortress. High walls stretched to the north and the east, and where the walls would have met, instead lay a ramp leading into the base itself, and protected by an enormous stone statue. It's eyes glowed fiercely with a violet light, betraying the magical power it contained. Power it demonstrated upon the advancing minions, devastating their line with blasts of arcane energy.
Still, the minions marched onwards, unconcerned for their own lives as they swarmed around the base of the stone turret, attacking with their puny armaments. Though weak, the little creatures served as an efficient diversion. The arcane golem took aim at the first thing that came within range, mowing down one target at a time. Its puny intelligence was unable to prioritize targets by the level of threat posed. As such, it was a simple matter for the two angels to slip in behind the diminutive creatures and add their much greater offensive power to the assault. Morgana channeled streams of dark energy at the stone construct, while Kayle hacked away at it with her broadsword, tearing huge chunks of rock and marble from it with every swing.
Both angels' long ears suddenly perked at the sound of something hissing nearby. Some sort of violet liquid splattered the clumped group of minions, the small creatures squealing in agony as they started to dissolve. Those that survived soon found their lungs burning and melting from the inside, thanks to the toxic miasma that rose from the ooze.
"Damn! Get back!" Kayle covered her visor to shield herself from as much of the corrosive air as possible, flapping her wings to propel herself back from it. Turning on her heels, Morgana quickly followed. As the minions fell, the tower soon turned its attention to them, raining death from above as they fled back out beyond the walls.
Morgana was the first to see the serpent, lurking just at the base of the stone tower. It hissed softly and slithered about just behind the massive golem, cautious not to come too close to the angels. Its human face peered at them from behind the stone, sharp claws lightly rapping at the granite.
"Well, now we know what happened to Tristana..." Morgana couldn't help but laugh at the yordle's plight, spying her petrified form strapped to the naga's chest. Her gaze travelling a bit further south, she caught a glimpse of twin serpentine cocks plumbing the yordle's depths. Every time she moved, her coils undulated and her hips swayed, pushing the two shafts deep and pillaging both holes at once. "Damn, why didn't I ever think of that?" Morgana sneered, the snake ducking out of her view.
Kayle shuddered in disgust. Was everyone such a lecher? Her mind started to wander, and she had to stop herself lest the terrible memories of her misdeeds return to her. "We will wait for the next wave of minions to arrive and then attack, she can't fight the two of us at once."
Cassiopeia watched the two angels from a distance as they backed off for the time being. They'd be back though, she knew it. She was starting to wonder if trying to rape Katarina into submission wasn't the greatest of ideas after all. Surely, she wouldn't hold it against her now, would she? The serpent hissed softly. For the time being, it was up to her to defend all on her own.
"Sister... Where are you?"
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The first thing Katarina felt was the slick sensation of something slimy pressing down upon her. Thick and heavy, it pushed her down and scraped up the length of her body. From her knees to her face, it slid along her skin, leaving a wet film in its wake, over and over. Slowly, the woman started to stir, letting out a lengthy groan. "Nnnnnnggghh..."
The wet object teased at the soles of her feet, slathering her toes in fluid and then smearing it up the length of her legs. As strength returned, she started to kick weakly, planting her bare foot right into the soft, spongy thing. Funny, wasn't she wearing boots? Her mind was still muddled, unable to think straight just yet. The moist creature rubbing against her seemed impeded by her kicks, rubbing up and down her coating her in slime, wet and a little bit sticky like... Drool.
Katarina's eyes suddenly snapped open. The girl screamed like a banshee, thrashing her arms and legs in a blind panic. Looking up, she expected to find herself staring into Cho'Gath's hideous face, to find the creature preparing to devour her once again.
Instead, what greeted her was the focused visage of the half-dragon, still in her reptilian guise. She loomed over top of her, bumping her snout into Katarina's bosom and pinning her with it. Her lengthy tongue probed and lapped incessantly, curling around her thigh and stroking her leg with it.
"Aaaah! Get off, get away! I didn't escape one belly just to wind up in yours!" The assassin shrieked, swinging a fist into the dragon's nose.
Shyvana didn't even flinch. She pressed on with her labours, using her tongue to gently caress the woman's other thigh, slicking it with her saliva. Licking up the length of her body, the narrowed tip of it slithered against the woman's underarm, making her cringe as she fought the urge to giggle uncontrollably while it teased at ticklish nerves. It worked its way up her arm, coiling around her hand and slurping at her fingers before the dragon retracted it into her maw.
"Shut up. You're filthy." She spoke hurriedly. She gave the noxian another languid lick, smearing spit all over her face. "I'm cleaning you up."
Katarina winced and struggled, but the dragon wasn't having any of it. One talon shifted, the sharp nail pressing down against her threateningly. Large enough to completely skewer her, Katarina grew still as it hovered just below her ribs. Satisfied, the dragon went back to her tongue bath, slicking the woman's other arm.
'Some cleaning,' Katarina thought with a roll of her eyes, 'exchanging one slime for another.' All the blood, the mucus and bile she'd accumulated from her trip down Cho'Gath's throat was being peeled off by Shyvana's diligent tongue, replaced with gooey dragon drool. Still, it was a slight improvement at least, even if it didn't feel like it.
Shyvana's tongue soon finished with the woman's limbs, snuffling her nose against her armpit briefly before she shifted her attention to the assassin's torso. That large, slick oral muscle slathering her breasts in spit, mashing one of her chest pillows flat as she grew a bit too enthusiastic in her duties. The dragon's tongue was not so massive as Cho'Gath's had been, affording her a greater degree of flexibility with it. It slithered between Katarina's bosom, spreading her soft breasts apart, then curled and looped around one of them, giving it a wet squeeze.
The woman grit her teeth in dismay. The dragon lingered on her chest, intent on licking it 'clean'. The more she drooled over them, the more apparent it became that the dragon wasn't cleaning her tits just for Katarina's sake. The assassin tilted her head to the side, looking away from her assailant, both her first, and apparently her last of the day.
Scattered amidst the refuse of the battle lay one of her discarded daggers. Shimmering gold and sharpened to a razor's edge. A spike from the blasted robot. It was just out of reach, but maybe if she stretched for it...
Katarina glanced back up at the dragon. So singularly focused on her breasts, utterly unobservant of anything else. The girl slowly started to reach for the discarded weapon, squirming as she did, disguising the movement as simply a side effect of her disgusted writhing. From the corner of her eye, she peered at the weapon, her fingers outstretched for it, growing nearer, nearer...
Wham! The dragon's paw suddenly slammed into the ground, right between Katarina's fingers and the sharp object of her desire. Cut off from the weapon, she gazed upwards into the beast's eyes, the amber pools alight with a cruel mirth.
"Tut-tut, none of that." The dragon hissed. "I saw what you could do with those..." Shyvana mewled softly, tickling Katarina's belly with her tongue. "I must say, there's something rather... attractive about a woman who can so swiftly disembowel a foe like that," She slurped lewdly, caressing the woman's inner thigh. "but I can't have you doing that to me I'm afraid. No more surprises, no tricks."
Katarina realized now why she was suddenly barefoot. The dragon had been very cautious while she was unconscious, making sure she had absolutely no weapons anywhere within reach or hidden on her person. Everything was placed very deliberately just beyond her grasp, and she couldn't warp behind the dragon so long as she was being held in place.
"So just relaxxsss," Shyvana hissed, "and why don't we finish what we started."
The dragons paws moved upwards, her talons gently slipping between Katarina's thighs. Pulling cautiously, she tugged her legs apart, while her tongue snaked further south. The human's eyes were wide with fright, that tongue cresting over her belly and starting to lap at her nethers. With just the slightest bit of pressure, even the tiniest lack of caution, Shyvana could slice her to ribbons in an instant. And somehow now she had to trust that the overgrown lizard would keep her cool long enough to... To what exactly? She couldn't possibly think they would be compatible at this size.
Shyvana's tongue squished against Katarina's sex, tasting her folds again after going without for so long. They weren't quite the same now, there was the slight tang of more... experience than she'd had before. She would need to have words later with all those who had touched the dragon's treasure without her permission. For now though the girl was finally back in her possession, right where she belonged.
"I've been watching you, you know." Shyvana growled softly. Saliva dripping from her upper row of teeth while she lapped between her captive's legs, her rough tongue scraping at her soft petals. "A tryst with that serpent, that romp with the yordle, becoming a toy for that tin can... I lost vision of you for a bit after that, but imagine my delight when the next time I caught a glimpse of you, I was treated to that wonderful performance with the angel slut. My my, how you've fallen since this morning."
"Th-that was all because of yooouuuu!" Katarina tried to snap, to sound angry, but the dragon's tongue on her nethers sent shudders of pleasure ripping through her that cracked and broke her voice. "That n-never would ha-have happened if it w-wasn't for yoouuUUuUu!"
Shyvana's scaly lips curled into a grin, savouring those delightful wails. "Hmmhmm... I know. It worked out even better than I could have imagined." She drug her slippery tongue back and forth, grinding it against the woman's slit and watching her spazz out. "You took my kill, so I took your dignity. Though, I question how much of that you had to begin with." The dragon chuckled, exhaling warm breath against the woman's honeypot, her tongue smacking it wetly.
"Youuu scaaalyyyy biiitch!"
The tip of Shyvana's tongue probed the girl's twat, teasing, nudging her folds just partially open. "You dared to steal from a dragon, so now you'll belong to one. Fitting, don't you think?" She hissed and her tongue vibrated rapidly, working like a buzzer all along Katarina's opening and her clit. "And such a wonderful prize you are, so much greater than that bounty would have been. You proved that against that... creature. Though I am curious how you managed to survive being devoured like that. I wonder..."
Pulling it back, Shyvana thrust the narrow tip of her tongue right up against Katarina's pussy. It flicked up and down, soaking her labia in warm spit, teasing her tender lips. Undeterred by the girl's tiny, comparatively frail body, she tested her slit, experimenting with its give, seeing just how far she could press in with her tongue. Expecting resistance, even abject refusal, the dragon was surprised when the tip of her tongue seemed to glide with ease into the woman's damp tunnel. It was just a handful of inches, but even at it's narrowest her tongue stretched wide enough that she had expected difficulty. Probing deeper within Katarina's love canal, Shyvana slurped her juices, testing her elasticity. Her tongue stretched the woman's lips and widened her inner walls, twisting and pushing with such force that it forced her birth canal to reshape itself to its size.
The assassin stared in sheer horror as the dragon just pushed her tongue even deeper. Over a foot of it writhing and wiggling inside. She could see it moving underneath her skin, her belly stretching until she could see the outline of it. Taking in a deep breath, she readied herself to scream in pain, to shriek from undying agony... Only there was none. She felt not one ounce of pain as the dragon bored her tongue so deep she swore it was going to pop out of her belly button. Instead her breath was wasted upon moans that she couldn't suppress, the thick muscle pressing so firmly against her g-spot in the same way it shoved and pushed against everything else.
Katarina threw back her head, her facial muscles contorting beyond her control, her eyes twitching and lips quivering. The dragon's slick organ scraping inside and probing everywhere, thrusting constantly. Oh god, she thought, just how badly had her body been ruined that such a large intrusion could no longer even cause her pain?
As much as Shyvana would have relished the idea of Katarina's body becoming so slutty, so whorish that she could take the largest cocks with ease, there was an altogether different explanation that she saw. As her tongue stretched the woman's love tunnel, widening it past the point it should have ruptured and torn, she noticed a strange glimmer that seemed to envelop the woman's body. Just barely noticeable, she wasn't even completely certain she wasn't imagining it. The glitter struck whenever Katarina should have felt pain, when she should have torn or bled, instead she just stretched with barely any discomfort at all.
Shyvana smirked. It seemed that someone had left her a wonderful present, gift-wrapped in gold.
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"Keep her away from the minions!" Morgana shouted to her sister. Gritting her teeth, she focused greater and greater amounts of her magic through her palms, firing black bolts at the towering stone statue. Surrounding her on all sides was a sea of tiny blue creatures, casting feeble magics or battering at the statue with small maces. One by one the tower picked them off, their feeble shields doing nothing to protect them. Their sacrifice kept its focus away from the fallen angel though, who was fast overloading the monolith with dark energy.
"I do not need you to tell me how to fight!" Kayle barked right back, moving to intercept the naga.
Each time the serpent neared, she devastated all the minions simultaneously, forcing the two angels to retreat and wait. Kayle was fast growing impatient with the constant delays, while Morgana seethed with fury at their inability to catch the slippery snake woman. Now she neared again while Kayle struggled to keep her at bay.
"Back! Get back! I will not hesitate to run you through!" The armoured angel levelled her sword at the naga threateningly. She longed to dart right for her, to cut her down for her perverse treatment of Tristana, but the last time she'd attempted that, the naga had slipped right past her and poisoned all of the minions.
"Oh honey, bigger than you have tried. I doubt I'd even feel that little pin prick of yours." Cassiopeia chuckled, her body swaying as she slithered from side to side, looking for an opening.
"Rragh!" Kayle lunged at her, swinging her sword in a wide arc.
The serpent threw an arm out, two fingers extended upwards, and a cloud of green miasma burst into existence in the angel's path. The angel's wings trembled, dropping her onto her feet unsteadily to stumble forwards. The naga quickly extended her other arm, a jade light arcing from her fingertips and lancing forward like a pair of serpent's fangs. The corrosive magic struck Kayle in the chest, repeatedly, as the naga swiftly darted to her side firing again and again.
Covering her face mask to try and shield her airways, Kayle raised her sword up high. The crimson jewel set near the tip began to glow with a brilliant red light, a light which grew to envelope the entire blade. Though there was still some distance between the two, when Kayle next swung the blade, a shockwave erupted around Cassiopeia, staggering the snake woman and cutting her as though she'd been struck by the sword, even though there was still a good five yards between the.
"I said stay back!" Again and again, Kayle swung her weapon with righteous fury. It never touched the naga, and yet struck her each time. Cassiopeia recoiled in pain, her yordle-armour chipping and cracking from the onslaught. With a hiss of displeasure, the naga wheeled around in a circle and slithered back, until she was so far away that whatever strange magic Kayle was using could no longer reach her.
"Kayle! It's done!"
The golden-clad angel turned in the direction of her sister, watching with a look of relief as the magical tower began to crumble and collapse. Violet and black light shone through the cracks in the stone, a sign of the swirling storm of magic within, until the raging forces could no longer be contained, destroying the statue in a violent explosion.
'Your team has destroyed a turret.'
News of the tower's destruction was broadcast directly into the minds of each combatant that still remained, though the wording was slightly different from one side to the other. Immediately following it was a second psychic message that neither angel had expected to hear.
'Your turret has been destroyed.'
The angelic sisters gave each other a sidelong glance. Closing their eyes, they could see their northern-most defense tower crumble and fall, though not what the cause of it was.
"Minions?" Morgana asked.
Kayle nodded in the affirmative. "Most likely." Though the summoned creatures were small and feeble, it was not unheard of for them to swarm together into a horde large enough to bring down one of the mighty stone statues on their own. It was a rare occurrence however, and the horde always took such catastrophic losses that they never made it as far as the next tower in line. Still, it was an unfortunate turn of events all the same. Shaking her head, Kayle turned her gaze forward to where Cassiopeia was desperately slaughtering the surviving minions. "No time to worry about it, we must press onward. We're almost there!"
Just ahead of them laid the most powerful of their foes' defenses, the Inhibitor. A large, circular dais, carved ornately from marble and granite. Atop it rested an enormous violet jewel, hovering inches above the stone platform and surrounded on all sides by the statues of four summoners, clad in robes and hoods. In many ways, it resembled the Nexus that they needed to destroy to achieve victory, though it was not nearly as large.
Unlike the stone statues, the Inhibitor could not harm them. Rather, it was the cause of the minions near non-existant power. It's aura weakened those summoners who were tasked with creating the minions, rendering them little more than fodder. But once it was destroyed, the minions summoned would become drastically more powerful and threatening, enough so to quickly turn the tide towards victory.
And without the tower to assist her, there was little Cassiopeia could do to defend it on her own.
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"Aaaaaaahhhhnnnn!" Finally, Katarina managed to expel a scream from her lungs, though it wasn't one of pain. Arching her back and thrusting her hips up into the air, she shrieked as the dragon's tongue forced a mind-numbing orgasm upon her. All the muscles in her body tensed up and her vision went completely white, eyes staring blankly upwards.
Shyvana savoured the sweet taste of the girl's nectar. Slurping her tongue back into her maw, she left the woman to collapse into a heap, panting and soaked in sweat and spit. A bit of Katarina's own drool was dribbling from the corner of her mouth, the sight of it making the dragon chuckle.
For a long moment, she simply stood there, staring down at the human. She watched the luscious swell of her breasts rising and falling with every ragged breath, her legs splayed to the sides and dishevelled hair spread out beneath her. The sweat glistening on her smooth, slightly-tanned skin. Her toned muscles that accented rather than interfered with her natural curves. Fuck, she was so hot...
The noxian stirred slowly, her consciousness returning after being rattled by such a powerful orgasm. The sight that greeted her was perhaps more terrifying than any she'd yet encountered.
Jutting from between the dragon's too-short legs was a spire so thick and long that at first glance, Katarina mistook it for a third leg. It slid out from a large vent between her scales, a pouch that had kept it hidden throughout the long battle. In hindsight, it should have been obvious to the assassin that ALL aspects of her body would take on a more draconic from after her transformation, yet she had never imagined that she would find herself staring down the barrel of a fully engorged dragon dick.
Just like the shaft that had first ruined her day, the entire length of it was lined with thick, hard ridges, though they were spaced further apart and noticeably more pronounced than before. The tip was still tapered, the swollen head sloping downward and narrowing to a tip that would have been almost sharp if not for the urethral opening; a hole that may have been small to the dragon but was large enough for Katarina to slide her entire fist inside. From tip to base, it was covered in smooth, grey-blue scales, more fine and delicate than the rest of her body. The most noticeable difference was the disappearance of the dragon's balls, the once hefty, scaly spheres having been displaced and become internal during the transformation. That and the size. Just as her body had grown massive, so too had her dong, the dragon's cock septupling in size. Longer than Katarina was tall and as wide as her hips, it was an imposing spire of scaly flesh. It throbbed and glistened with a thick layer of natural lube secreted from her ventral slit, filling the air with the overwhelming scent of her powerful musk.
Katarina felt dread welling up inside at the very sight of the dragon's arousal. Just WHAT exactly was the dragon planning on doing with THAT? Katarina looked up into Shyvana's amber eyes, hoping for answers, and what she saw was not reassuring.
The dragon's vision burned with unrestrained lust and palpable desire. One way or another, she would find calm. Either her fury would be sated by sex, or it would be quenched with blood.
Talons slowly, gingerly looped around Katarina's torso, delicately lifting her into the air. The woman kicked and struggled, trying to pry the dragon's claws off of her. This situation was all too familiar, and yet a thousand times more horrifying. "Shyvana... Shyvana, what are you doing?" She asked, she pleaded, her eyes looking warily at the dragon's tower of flesh.
Shyvana sat back on her haunches, growling from the pain of her wounds. Cock standing erect, she guided the woman to its proud tip, seating her upon it. The pointed tip slid between her thighs and rubbed against her bare bottom, the soft feeling of Katarina's skin against her scales eliciting murrs of delight from the massive reptile. Gently, she stroked the woman between her claw tips, squeezing her bosom and caressing her belly. Katarina wiggled and squirmed, trying to shift her hips out of the way, but to no avail. Soon the dragon's paw shifted to her left leg, the other forepaw lifting to grasp at her right. Within the monster's mighty claws, Katarina's muscular thighs were little more than skinny twigs.
"Shyvana... Shyvana, stop. Th-that's never going to fit... You-you can't try to make it..." Katarina practically whimpered, her legs carefully forced apart to make room for the dragon's cock to poke and prod at her nethers. It was impossible, utterly impossible. That... thing was as wide as she was, and the dragon actually thought she was going to be able to fit that inside?! She wanted to berate her, to insult her clearly diminutive intelligence, but she was hardly in a position to be pissing the creature off.
The tip of the spire was pressing against her folds futilely. A large glob of preseminal fluid gushed from its slit and completely drenched Katarina's inner thighs, indicating the dragon's pent-up arousal. It kissed the woman's opening, and the dragon started to pull down on her legs.
"I told you, you are mine now, to do with as I please." The dragon hissed and growled. Her voice echoed, becoming more feral and wild by the second. "If my new toy breaks so easily, well... Guess that'll just be a lesson for next time."
Katarina's eyes were wide as saucers. She was going to die. She was absolutely going to be murdered, in the most degrading way imaginable. Ripped apart by some monster's cock. Truly, it was the most fitting end to her most wretched day. The dragon pulled hard on her legs, yanking her down onto its cock. The size differential was simply impossible. It'd never fit. She'd be crushed against it, her legs would tear off before even one inch of that pillar even came close to entering her.
So she thought. So even Shyvana thought, for a long, worrisome moment.
Then Katarina's body began to glow. Her skin glittered, a soft, golden hue illuminating her entire form. A miracle forced upon her by a meddling angel too guilty to accept the atrocity of her own deeds. Kayle had vowed no harm would come to the woman, in the name of protecting her future offspring, and the spell she had cast ensured exactly that. Kayle's Intervention would protect her and keep her alive, by any means necessary. When she was in danger of being crushed between Cho'Gath's teeth, it shielded her. Now she was in danger of being ripped apart, and so it made it so she wouldn't tear.
To the surprise of both, Katarina's body was neither crushed, nor did her legs pop off. Her pussy lips stretched wider than either of them ever dreamed possible, without shedding even a single drop of blood. Her pelvis creaked as her hips widened, her bones shifting out of the way to avoid breaking. The woman's abdomen bulged obscenely, her skin stretched taut as a drum around the grotesque outline of the dragon's cockhead.
Katarina gaped in horror. This was a dream. This was a nightmare. Any moment she would wake up to find she was still trapped inside Cho'Gath's stomach, this whole thing a product of her demented imagination. It couldn't be real. Her body was being gaped and filled by a dick larger than she was... And she didn't even feel any pain! She had to be numb, paralyzed from the shock and trauma! Except... Except then why did it feel good? With the pain silenced, pleasure was the only signal her nerves could still transmit. Filled beyond capacity as she was, she was being touched in places she didn't even know were there.
Shyvana was just as awed. She had dared to dream, but never really thought she'd actually manage to penetrate the tiny woman. She never thought she'd ever penetrate anything in this form. Her own race disowned her for her half-human heritage, and what else could accommodate her size? Her own paws weren't even any good, her sharp talons a liability to jerking off. Yet here was this tiny little woman who somehow took her dick without even a shriek of agony... Well, it was just the tip so far, there was plenty of time still for that to change. She gripped Katarina's legs tight enough to crush any human that wasn't invincible and pulled down with all of her strength.
Inch by agonizingly slow inch, the dragon's cock was forced deeper. The bulge in Katarina's abdomen only grew larger, travelling further up her stomach. Internal organs were callously shoved aside and squished to make room for more dick. Yet still there was no pain, no screaming, only the mindless gibbering of the assassin going completely insane as she was wrapped around the dragon's shaft like a human condom.
"Oh god no, no no no, oh god I'm gonna die, I'm gonna diiieeeeyyyaaaaaaaggh!" Katarina threw back her head and howled, the dragon's first ridge stretching her cunt and sliding inside. It scraped harshly at her insides, scratching itches she had never previously known she had.
Shyvana growled fiercely. The crushing tightness around her dick made her wince and hiss. This woman... She was so delectably tight, she wrapped so firmly around her cock, gripping it like a glove two sizes too small. Her ridges, despite how hard and solid they were, were little more than tightly clumped bundles of sensitive nerves, and the assassin's smooth, silken innards rubbing against even one of them made the dragon want to roar in ecstasy. She gazed down at her erect tower of dragon meat, with all the eleven ribs that still remained to go.
Still using Katarina's thighs like a pair of handles, the dragon started to lift her up again, her single ridge scraping back in the opposite direction. The woman dared to hope that Shyvana was unsatisfied with her measly depth and was pulling out, but it was only to give the dragon more leverage to try again. Pulling once more, she yanked Kat down even further, a second ridge stretching her cunt muscles loose and popping inside. Already, it was as deep as Shyvana's cock had reached before, and yet so much wider. It would have broken through into her womb, but size alone prevented that. It was easier on her body for her cervix to be pushed deeper into her core than it was for the dragon to penetrate it, and so it was, squished almost flat to make as much room as possible.
A third ridge stretched Katarina's sex yet again. Each bump was accompanied by a temporary increase in the girth of Shyvana's cock, the shaft narrowing just slightly beyond the hard protrusion. It made each one a chore to push through, and was even more difficult to pull out from such a tiny orifice, practically sealing it within the woman's body. Just shy of two full feet of cockmeat was crammed inside of her, pushing the tapered crown into her solar plexus. Her breasts started to roll to the sides as her ribs were being pushed outwards, not even so much as cracking from the stress. With nearly all available space and then some taken up by Shyvana, Katarina's breathing became laboured as her lungs had less and less room to inflate. When she did breath in, it just further compressed around the dragon's pole. Adding to that, the woman's pounding heart was like a vibrator tickling her cockhead, eliciting a rumbling moan of pleasure from the giant lizard.
Shyvana's tail swished behind her, whipping back and forth wildly. Along her snout a strained expression was etched. Pulling harder on Katarina's legs, the assassin was impaled on barely two feet of her seven foot cock, and the dragon wouldn't be satisfied by anything less than half. Heedless of such petty obstacles as physical limits, she pushed and pulled, dragging her down further still. Her skin stretched even more, growing pale from how taut it was becoming. When her sternum refused to give way, her stomach started to expand outwards instead. It pushed out beyond her body, looking as though the dragon's pointed tip would burst out any second now. Still, the shield held her together, her flesh glimmering with a faint golden sheen as it bulged.
Lifting her head weakly, Katarina could see the outline of Shyvana's shaft, rising up before her eyes, pushing out beyond her chest and above her head. Encased in her own flesh like a second skin. More of those bumpy ribs straining her cuntlips, grinding at her insides with a wet, constant squelching. Everything was wet and slimy. Her body was soaked in saliva and sweat. Her insides were just as full of spit, mixed with her own cum and whatever that fluid was that dribbled from the dragon's vent. She couldn't even protest what was happening to her, she didn't even know where to begin. How did one reason with a lust-addled dragon? Especially one that had just found the perfect, unbreakable cocksleeve.
Another yank downwards and another foot stretched Katarina's belly, ballooning it outwards. Shyvana huffed, blowing clouds of smoke out that blackened the sky. More, more! She wanted more so badly. She pulled again, and... Nothing. Again and again, she pulled, lifting first if she thought it would give her more leverage, but no, she made no more progress. The dragon roared in fury, digging her claws into her own palms and trying to tear the woman's legs off, she pulled so hard. They did not come off, and Katarina sank not one inch deeper onto her dick. It seemed even Kayle's miracle shield had it's limits, and the dragon had reached them. She simply could not bottom out in the woman's juicy cunt.
Panting heavily, heaving steam into the air, she paused to catch her breath and admire her handiwork. Four feet. Four massive feet of pussy-ruining cock. It ran up the length of Katarina's stomach and then bulged outwards just below her ribs, jutting up and outwards perpendicular to the woman's chest. The girl's arms dangled uselessly at her sides, and her head lolled backwards. She twitched and spasmed non-stop, overwhlemed by the intruder crushing her insides, pressing against her most intimate places, even if it moved them elsewhere in the process.
Shyvana huffed. It was more than half at least. Still, if she wasn't going to be able to fit the entire length, then she would just have to work to make do.
Squeezing Katarina's tiny limbs tightly, Shyvana pushed her back up. She shuddered from the wonderful feel of her pole's bumps dragging across her innards. The warmth and wetness surrounding her shaft, gripping so tightly. Exerting all of her strength, Shyvana powered through the resistance, her sensitive bumps being wrenched free, Katarina's juices dripping from them and rolling down her delicate scales. She lifted the assassin up til only the first ridge remained, the woman's belly looking almost back to normal. Then she grabbed tight and yanked her back down with all of her strength, forcing her length back to its maximum depth in a single swift motion.
Before her eyes, the redhead gurgled and foamed at the mouth. Her insides were forcibly rearranged, compressed and crushed until they were all somehow crammed together into the relative safety of her ribcage. All the while, she cried out, not in pain, but ecstasy. A goofy, mindless grin was plastered across her face. It nearly made Shyvana laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Here she was, stretched like a balloon around the dragon's cock, suffering an indignity that by all means should be killing her, and if she were even still capable of thought she'd likely just be begging for more.
Well, she was going to get that regardless.
Grunting from the incredible effort it took, Shyvana lifted her again, only to drag her back down a moment later, repeating the motion again and again. Katarina's breasts bounced and flopped up and down her relatively intact chest, her muscles spasming, fingers twitching. The dragon was working herself into a frenzy of lust, thrusting the assassin down onto her dick so fast that her hair flew up each time, unable to keep pace with the rapid movement of her body. Her legs were completely numb within the scaly beast's claws, their only purpose being to give the dragon something to hold onto.
So tight, so very, very tight... Shyvana was beyond speech herself. She wanted to degrade the woman, to let her know just how little she mattered, how good of a cocksleeve she was, but she could not find the words. The sensations gripping her titanic staff were just too good. She didn't even care that she couldn't get the entire length in, it was unlikely she'd ever get the chance to pleasure her fully transformed member again and she just wanted to savour this feeling. Katarina's tormented pussy hugged it so firmly, her ridges making a pop each time they were pried loose from her snatch. Gods above, she was going to cum already...
Katarina's brain was in the process of being fried. This was so much more than she could handle. Her mind couldn't even comprehend half of the feelings it was processing. She almost wished she could feel the pain, the sheer agony that she logically should have been suffering, if only to counter-balance the pleasure that was utterly breaking her. The pressure against her insides, pressing down on sensitive nerves, every nerve, all at once... It was more than she could stand. Any thought about her humiliating lot in life was lost amid a sea of bliss, and a never-ending series of constant orgasms.
The dragon's eyes were screwed shut, the vision of the woman's belly rapidly expanding and deflating growing too distracting. She was so close now, all that mattered was reaching the release she so badly needed. The one she'd been denied by that damned LeBlanc, the one that had been so ruefully interrupted by that stupid snake woman. Katarina was just a toy, an aid to help her achieve her needs, and she was so. Damned. Close!
Her dick throbbed once, the pulsating veins briefly putting even more pressure against Kat's insides. The woman's entire body shook and trembled, the cock she was suspended on bobbing back and forth as Shyvana's thrusts grew less precise, more erratic and jerky.
Then it struck her. The dragon threw her head back, letting out a bellowing roar as she finally achieved that moment of ecstasy, the poor relief for her entirely too-full testes. Her urethra bulged almost as obscenely as Katarina herself as her seed blazed through it, gaping her poor victim's twat ever wider as it passed into her. It raced straight to the pointed tip of the dragon's dick, erupting into Katarina's already too full pussy. By some miracle, or perhaps some curse, Katarina's belly actually managed to expand even further, a smaller, rounded bulge swelling outwards from the pointed tip of the dragon's dick. It grew outwards, a massive blob of Shyvana's cum, before rolling downwards, travelling down the length of the cock shaped indentation in her stomach to finally settle near the base of it. Her labia already stretched as wide as it would go by Shyvana's swollen pole and the thick, bumpy ribs that encircled it, the dragon's spurting semen became trapped inside. Unable to travel any further, it began to pool within her birth canal, forming a second swelling bulge that grew and rounded out along the underside of Shyvana's cock-shaped stretchmarks. Every three seconds, that tree trunk-sized dick throbbed, spurting another fresh glob of gooey dragon spunk into her stretched snatch.
Huge ropes of scalding jizz flooded her body with every spurt. Heated by the the dragon's high internal temperature, her cum bubbled and boiled. Only Kayle's divine protection kept it from cooking Katarina's insides, the golden aura reducing it to a mere soothing warmth deep within. Her stomach continued to bloat, each wad of cum large enough to fill a bucket. Under the weight of all that semen, her belly started to sag, hanging low and sloshing full of steaming hot cream.
Among the flood of sticky, white syrup, Katarina got the vague sensation of something moving inside of her. Though the pearly goop had all the texture and viscosity of hot tar, the dragon's sperm still swam through it with ease. The oversized egg-seekers dragging Katarina's mind back from the brink of pleasure-induced madness kicking and screaming. Biologically designed to impregnate something much, much larger than a human, she could actually feel the little tadpoles wiggling around. They swam inside of her in search of ova that were thankfully too small to actually be penetrated by them. Besides, one was already occupied at the moment. The way they moved in bulk, squirming just under her skin, unnerved her like nothing else. 'Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god...'
When at last the dragon's sticky payload slowed to a trickle, an amount that still felt like bucketloads to her, Katarina was left looking like an overfilled water balloon. The magical bubble that had been cast upon her glowed brightly, never fading as it worked overtime to keep her protected under such strain. A testament to Kayle's divine skill, it did not falter even when Kat herself felt on the verge of bursting.
The flow of semen finally drying up, Shyvana winced as the sensitivity increased a hundredfold. So tight... Too tight! The woman's body, hugging her shaft so wonderfully a second ago, was crushing it now. Her tender ridges and the tightly bundled nerves within felt like they were on fire. Loosing a trembling roar, the scaly creature gripped the woman's legs hard and lifted. Slowly, her prick slid free of Katarina's confines with a lewd, constant schloooorp, the sound punctuated by a wet pop for each ridge that slipped out. The grotesque bulge in her torso shrank with every inch removed, though her squishy, cum-filled belly remained. A splash of dragon seed gushed out alongside each rib, yet the bulk of it remained sealed within by the seemingly endless spire of dickmeat. Shyvana let out a relieved gasp when the woman finally came loose, her length throbbing and spurting one last 'weak' jet that completely plastered Katarina's midsection.
Needing a moment to catch her breath, the dragon released one of the girl's legs, leaning back on her now free paw and breathing heavily. The assassin dangled limply from the other limb, gurgling incoherently. No longer trapped by Shyvana's rigid girth, her load oozed from the woman's gaping pussy in massively thick, gluey-clumps. It bubbled and gushed out, her stomach draining rapidly as the angel's magic did its best to return her to her original shape. Cum rolled down her other leg in torrential rivers, the dragon's little swimmers occasionally wiggling visibly through the sticky syrup, dripping to the ground with the rest of her ball-snot. Rolling her head back, Shyvana released her toy to rest on her other hand for a bit, dropping her plaything into the veritable pond of spooge below.
Katarina landed with a splash in the white goop. For a long moment she just laid face-down in the two-inch deep pool, her hair clumping together, her skin growing sticky. Snorting abruptly and blowing bubbles in the cum, she pushed herself up out of the slime to cough and gasp. From her head to her toes she was soaked in dragon semen. It dribbled from her breasts and rolled down her arms. Droplets trickled from her nose, and gooey wads glued her eyelashes together. Turning her head to the side, she spat a mouthful of it out and sat up.
At least... At least that was over now, she thought to herself. Making the mistake of looking up at Shyvana, she groaned and quickly realized her error.
The dragon's breathing was stabilizing, and her cock was still hard and tall as a small tree. Of course, the transformation had done nothing to diminish the incredible stamina she possessed. Katarina wailed in despair, while Shyvana grinned lasciviously, drooling over the sight of the woman bathed in her spunk.
"Ready for the next round?"
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"You know, I'm rather impressed by that chestpiece of yours." Morgana chuckled as she clashed with Cassiopeia, bolts of violet and green magic colliding in a brilliant flash of light. "It's too bad we're on opposing sides, I'd love for you to make me one as well."
"It's actually quite distracting..." The naga sighed, twitching a little uncontrollably as both of her serpentine cocks thrust into her stone cocksock. The constant pressure against her shafts felt wonderful, but it really did make it hard to stay focused on the task at hand. "But if you're really insistent, I might be willing to make you one." She smirked suddenly, her vision glowing fiercely. The eerie illumination roused Morgana's suspicion, the dark angel raising a brow curiously. Letting out a shrill scream, Cassiopeia lunged forward, a toxic green light radiating from her eyes.
Morgana's grin quickly turned upside down. With nary a second to react, she turned her head away and shut her eyes. She felt the burn of the magical flash, felt it sear her feathers, but her quick thinking spared her the worst of its effects. Her muscles suddenly felt sluggish, but her skin remained soft.
"I didn't mean make me INTO one!" Turning back with a scowl, the angel cursed the very land beneath Cassiopeia's feet, turning it black.
The snake woman screamed and recoiled in pain. It suddenly felt like she was sitting in molten tar. So desperate to get off the rotten earth, she rolled over hastily and slithered away, writhing about like a worm and throwing a hissy fit. Bitter venom pooled in her lower jaw until it began to overflow from her lips and spill down her chin. Flipping onto her belly scales, she spat a mouthful of the venomous ooze at her opponent, spitefully watching her have the same reaction to it that Cassie had to the soil.
"Aaaggh, you fucking worm!" Morgana seethed. The venomous goop clung to her robes like glue, burning right through and searing the skin underneath. Worse, it was sticky as glue and hindered her movements. Glaring at the serpent with her dead, white eyes, Morgana threw her arms out one after another, lobbing a sphere of dark-violet from each.
Raising herself higher upon her tail, the naga swung her hips wide, weaving first left then right to evade the dark blasts. Chuckling softly, she extended her claws, jade bolts of powerful magic lancing out.
Unable to dodge with her movements slowed as they were, Morgana did the next best thing. Focusing her tainted essence into a large ball, she stretched it out large enough to engulf herself in a black, twisted mockery of her sister's own divine shield. Though not quite as potent as Kayle's, it did the trick, protecting her from Cassiopeia's fang-shaped blast. The naga gave her no time to counter-attack though, firing again and again, assaulting her defenses non-stop. Her barrier started to flake away piece by piece, hexagonal panels forming and dissipating as it weakened.
Morgana grit her teeth. She wouldn't be able to hold out long against this. Then again, she didn't need to. She only had to last long enough for...
'Your team has destroyed an inhibitor.'
There it was! Morgana turned just in time to watch the structure explode in a dazzling array of light, the large crystal on top shattering beneath the force of Kayle's sword.
"Damn it!" Cassiopeia hissed angrily. She'd let one angel distract her from the other. As Kayle quickly flew up to join her sister, the naga turned and fled, retreating to her Nexus. She had no choice, she'd need to make her final stand there.
Extending her sword as she approached, Kayle blessed her sister. Much as it pained her to do so, she needed her sibling in good health to achieve victory. A green aura aura engulfed the dark angel, her wounds healing instantaneously. Morgana sighed with relief, standing up straight and feeling her energy return, Cassiopeia's poison cleansed from her system.
Blank eyes watching the serpent slither away, Morgana licked her lips, admiring the sensual swagger in her hips. "Mnn, my, she does look flexible. It'd be fairly impressive to nail a pair of sisters in the same day, don't you think?" She turned to her sister, a lascivious grin on her face. "What do you say, think I'll be able to have some fun with her while you take the Nexus?"
"No!" Kayle's reply came quickly, so ladened with fury and disgust that she startled even herself. "We- I mean you, will not defile another being that way again. I will not allow it!"
Taken aback, Morgana paused, first intimidated, then curious. That wasn't quite the same reaction she'd received before. Arching a brow, she stared into Kayle's visor, searching her face. The shadows of her helmet loomed over her visage, hiding her expression from the fallen one's dead eyes.
For a long moment, they stared each other down. Trembling slightly, the armoured angel was the first to break. She turned away, gazing at the enemy Nexus, standing so near to them. Its destruction meant victory, an end to this game, and the last things standing between them and it were two final arcane turrets and that slippery snake woman.
Morgana leered suspiciously at her sibling for a time, a knowing sneer creeping across her face. "Well fine then, have it your way. We'll do things the boring way."
Already, the first of the new minions were arriving. Unlike their tiny counterparts, these 'super' minions were massive and bulky. They still bore blue shrouds which hid much of their bodies from view, but what was visible gave off the impression of a magically powered war machine rather than any living thing. Its motions were mechanical and clunky, and instead of a tiny sword or stave, it used its own lumbering, tree trunk arms for weapons. Where hands should have been, instead were spiked iron wrecking balls which it used to smash whatever lay in its path.
As soon as it arrived, the super minion charged straight at the two Nexus towers, shrugging off their focused blasts like rain drops. Trundling along behind were a row of smaller, weaker minions which, though weak, would still provide fodder to distract the turrets.
Together, the two angels joined in on the assault, adding their might to the minions. Their concentration focused on the battle at hand, neither one of them seemed to register the next psychic transmission.
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'Your turret has been destroyed.'
Odd, Shyvana thought, didn't she just get a warning like that a short time ago? There's no way a second tower should have fallen that quickly... Briefly, she considered whether or not to go check it out, but any thought of investigating further soon left the dragon's mind with a quick glance down.
There Katarina was, naked and knee deep in a puddle of spooge. Covered in it from head to toe, she went to try and wipe some of the cum from her eyes and only managed to smear it all over her face. It glued her red hair together into dark, matted clumps, and it rolled and dripped from her breasts. Sputtering weakly, she coughed up a mouthful of cum she'd accidentally inhaled while facedown in the puddle.
Fuck, she was hot. The sight of her bathed in semen aroused the dragon to no end. It stoked the fires of her lust until it burned her inside, demanding release. Who cared about a single tower? What did it matter when her allies were already tearing the enemy base apart? She only had a short time left to savour this beauty, and it would be such a pity to waste it.
Katarina hadn't even fully recovered yet when the dragon's talons came down upon her for another go. A large, scaly palm pressed against her back, two enormous claws resting over her shoulders. A third talon, the closest Shyvana had to a thumb in this form, raked across her spine as it reached for her rear. That alone should have carved straight through Kat's body, yet it seemed the barrier had still not dissipated, reducing it to a gentle scratch. That sharp, narrowed claw tip scraped across her tailbone until it slid within the cleft of her ass, searching her flesh for the tiniest of indentations. Since she apparently didn't have to worry about hurting the girl, Shyvana pressed her claws into her skin without a care, until she felt it sink just an inch into the invincible woman's body.
Katarina squealed, the sharp nail finding her asshole and digging in. Kayle's protection kicked in immediately, making her skin unbreakable, yet pliant, her insides yielding to the dragon and opening with ease. The curved talon caught in the soft walls of her flesh like a hook, pulling, stretching, prying her open.
"You-you wouldn't... You bitch, no!" Katarina howled, but Shyvana had moved past conversation. Her intentions were clear, whether Katarina agreed or not.
She hoisted the assassin into the air, lifting her by the hooks in her shoulders and her rectum. To Shyvana, the woman's invulnerability was just a free pass for her to be as harsh as she wanted. Her thumb lifted, pulling her backdoor open farther, making it gape open wide, but not as wide as it was about to be. Paw guiding the woman to her dick, she let out a reptilian hiss as her slimy cocktip pressed against her bottom.
"I'm gonna kill you... I will find a way, I will fucking murder you!" Fears of dying had evaporated from Katarina's mind after what she'd just endured, and pleading was fruitless. Threats were all she had left to make as that pointed crown mashed against her buttocks. It flattened her glutes, battering against her rump uselessly. Realistically, there was no way it should fit, but Shyvana already knew it could. She'd seen the woman's body stretch, felt it grip her so snugly. It just needed a bit of assistance.
Her paw pressed down against Katarina's shoulders while her thumb lifted and pulled back. Her anal ring stretched like a rubber band growing wider and more taut, losing some of its definition in the process. The woman's ass cheeks spread further and further apart as her backdoor gaped.
Shyvana needed her open just enough to... There! With a triumphant roar, the narrow point of her cock managed to pierce the yawning chasm that was Katarina's ass. That was all it took. Once she had it wedged open, she just needed to pull, and the assassin's unnatural elasticity would see to the rest.
Katarina grit her teeth so hard that, had she not been impervious to harm, she was certain she'd have shattered them. Tapered dragon cock was slowly spearing her rectum, its girth expanding quickly from the forearm-thick point. Again she felt her hips widening, her bones creaking, her skin stretching, her organs relocating. Except this time the whole experience was made more degrading because the dragon was forcing its way into her ass. She didn't even have that same mind-rending pleasure to look forward to.
No longer needing her thumb to wedge the girl open, Shyvana twisted her paw to wrap around Kat's torso. Firming her grip, she crushed the redhead's breasts flat, making her gasp from the pressure on her chest. Then she started to push the assassin down. Her body stretched and distended just like before, though the texture wasn't quite the same. A bit grittier and not quite as soft, it still felt amazing all the same. Added to that, the fit was even tighter thanks to the added pressure of her hand squeezing down on her midsection.
Once again, Katarina's abdomen swelled, her skin stretched, and her belly distended. Those hard ridges gaped her backdoor even wider while they forced their way in to scrape her walls. This time though, instead of shoving her internal organs aside, the dragon's length plowed straight through them. It bashed its way through her colon and straightened out her intestines on its path to her stomach. Through the girl's swelling form, Shyvana felt her cock pass under her talons and squeezed down on it. She couldn't cut herself now, not through the unbreakable cock-sock separating her nails from her tender, sensitive scales. Laughing from the ridiculousness of it all, the dragon started to jerk herself off through the Noxian. Pumping her up and down, she pushed til her cockhead was straining the woman's ribs, pushing its way right into her chest cavity. She growled from the incredible pleasure, the warmth and tightness clamping down on her. Glancing downwards, she couldn't help but notice her sextoy didn't seem quite as enthusiastic.
Katarina's face was so red it looked like she was going to pop a blood vessel. Her teeth were clenched and her eyes were rolled up so far that only the whites were visible. Sweat and cum streamed down her brow, mixing with drool halfway down her face to run down her chin. Her hands clutched at the talon crushing her bust, her knuckles white as bone. She was trying so hard to free herself, but to no avail. Shyvana's grip remained firm.
Stroking her dick a little bit faster, she chuckled at Katarina's plight. She was shoving so deep, the girl could probably taste it in the back of her throat. Still, what the dragon really wanted was to just hold her down and rut into her, but that would never work.
Wait, the thought occurred to her, why couldn't it work?
Lifting Kat halfway off her monumental spire of scaly flesh, Shyvana released her hold. Letting gravity alone do the trick, her enormously heavy pole swung downwards, smashing the impaled noxian into the cum-soaked earth. Planting her paws into the dirt, Shyvana shifted her hips and looked downwards.
Katarina's knees braced her as best they could with the weight of the dragon's cock pressing down on her. Weakly, the woman scrabbled for purchase, digging her fingers into cum-churned mud as she tried to crawl away. She got nowhere though. Her ass was fitted so tightly to the pole stuffing it that it would take more strength than she possessed to remove it. Her muscles were sucking on the shaft, tensing instinctively and clenching as best they could while stretched so thin.
Smoke and flame escaped from the corners of Shyvana's maw as her excitement built. She drug her hips back a bit, the weight of her meat grinding Katarina into the mud. Letting out a tremendous roar, she braced her knees and thrust her hips down.
In one brutal motion, Katarina was slammed into the floor. Her stomach pushed outwards, digging into the ground, while her torso was bent back by the earth retaliating. Her upper and lower body were trapped between an immovable object and an unstoppable force, and the result was that the woman was almost folded in half by the conflict. Her spine was bent at a near ninety degree angle, stressing her elasticity to its very limits.
Unperturbed by the deformation of her fucktoy, Shyvana drilled down into her ass. Unlike the assassin, the giant lizard didn't have the benefit of invulnerability to shield her, yet her shaft was so rigid that the world's crust yielded before she did. With the size and durability of a tree trunk and all the power of a dragon thrown behind it, her scaly spire cratered the earth beneath them. Every erratic thrust just dug the hole deeper, distending Katarina's belly further. The ground rumbled with every buck of her hips, the brutal impact echoing for miles.
Her body still resting in a pool of white goop, Katarina thrashed as she was repeatedly crushed against the floor. The force of the pounding she was taking flattened her breasts again and shoved her face down into the dragon's pearly sludge. Her fingers curled and dug grooves through sticky mud, mindlessly thrashing about. When she managed to lift her head, the noxian's face was caked in spooge. Trying to inhale, she accidentally wound up snorting some of the dragon's spunk, coughing up bubbles of it a second later. Pupils rapidly shrunk and dilated uncontrollably. Teeth were grit from strain and stress. Her jaw was set and tense. Yet, at the very corners of her mouth, her lips were stretched into a delirious grin.
She was gonna kill Shyvana. That was all she kept thinking, the only thought that kept her going. She would murder this dragon, somehow. She had to. The overgrown iguana needed to be punished for inflicting this indignity on her. It wasn't just the humiliation of being stretched around her like a living condom. Not just the shame she felt being drilled into a pool of cum. It wasn't simply the embarassment from being used for a cock sleeve just to get the dragon off. No, the reason she would die, the shameful detail that stripped the very last bit of Katarina's dignity from her was... She was actually enjoying this.
The meaty pillar crammed into her behind was so massive that it filled every empty cavity in her body. The pressure was squishing her vaginal walls together until there was absolutely no space in between them. And then those ridges came smashing through her. The thick, hard bumps pressed against her insides and slid back and forth, rolling her inner walls together. All the little spots of pleasure inside were grinding against one another non-stop. She was accustomed to needing something else to scratch those itches, missing half the time or getting the angles wrong. But here they were being kneaded against each other, scraping away as her ass was jackhammered by a collossal cock. Amongst the thicker, more opaque puddle of semen it was nearly unnoticeable, but Katarina's cunt was gushing a constant spray of her own sticky juices. Every single time Shyvana thrust forward, the evidence of her ecstasy squirted out to join the sloppy mess all around her.
Katarina was cumming like a fountain from being assfucked by several feet of dragon dick. Nothing thus far had ever left her feeling so low.
"Kill... Kill... Gonna fuuUUUuuuckiiiing killllll yooOOOoouuuUUU..." She howled. She bit her tongue, stabbed her palms with her nails, did whatever she could to stifle the pleasure and silence her moans, but it was no use. She was impervious to all harm, even self-inflicted. All she felt was bliss and nothing else.
Katarina's threats were meaningless to Shyvana. It wasn't exactly like the little cocksheathe could do anything to harm her. All that mattered was the wonderful way that her ass hugged her dragonhood. Even slamming her pole into the ground wasn't that bothersome. Her invincible dicksleeve shielded her length from the worst of it, cushioning her tapered shaft. What little discomfort remained couldn't compare to the satisfaction of unleashing her feral lust and going to town on the woman's rectum.
Already, she felt the approach of her next orgasm. Precum was flooding the noxian's stomach, filling her up again. It made the woman's belly slosh with every jackhammering thrust, rippling as she was drilled into the dirt. Those gallon sized droplets of precum were nothing compared to the flood that was churning in the dragon's testes, waiting to be unleashed.
Steam rose from Shyvana's muzzle. Fire escaped her maw with every ragged huff of air. She was about to cum again, to fill her captive cocksocket with her molten seed. Her armoured tail whipped back and forth excitedly, swinging from side to side. Digging her massive claws deep into the soil to brace herself, the dragon pumped her hips rapidly. Throwing her horned head back, she bellowed a roar of conquest and let loose the tide of creamy white boiling in her loins.
Immediately, Katarina's stomach ballooned to grotesque proportions as the dragon's essence filled her too full. Her midsection swelled outwards, quickly becoming squashed flat against the ground and expanding to the sides instead. Once again, the dragon's girth strained her hole to its limits, the wider ridged sections keeping her anal ring sealed tightly. This time however, all that cream-coloured tar had another way to go. It bloated her stomach until it couldn't contain anymore, and when the flood still didn't cease, it just kept going.
Katarina's mouth began to water as she felt something rising in the back of her throat. Shyvana's cum bubbled, rising in her esophagus until suddenly she could taste it. It came so fast that before she even realized what that bitter, hot sensation on her tongue even was, it had already filled her mouth to the brim. She sealed her lips shut, trying to hold it in, her cheeks swelling, but the pressure was just too great. It started to gush from her nose, spilling down her face and filling her olfactory senses with the dragon's potent musk. With a wince, she opened her maw and cum erupted out, shooting out like a firehose. Bitter, salty tears trickled down her cheeks, and in her current state Katarina couldn't even say for sure that it wasn't just Shyvana's excess looking for another escape route.
Hissing and snarling, the draconian beast ground her hips forward, trying to stir up her seed. The motion shoved Katarina deeper into the dirt, just forcing more of the cum out of her squashed belly. It rocketed through her continuously, shooting all the way through until she was vomiting it up. It deepened the puddle she was already sitting in, adding more and more milky white until there was enough of it to drown in.
Eventually the sensitivity became too much for Shyvana as her orgasm tapered off. The woman's snug internal lining squeezed her too tightly, tormenting her enhanced sensitivity. Slamming a paw into her back to hold the girl still, she pulled back roughly, wrenching her dick out in one long, jagged motion. Her length paused at each ridge, the hard bumps catching on her anal ring for a moment only to slide out with a lewd wet gush. Pop. Pop. Pop pop pop. One after another, each one dragged wads of sticky glue back with it, thick ropes of it dangling from her exposed pole. When the head itself finally pulled free, it was followed by a geyser of spunk spraying from the girl's gaping asshole. Grinning wickedly at the sight, the dragon sprayed one last jet herself, hosing down the assassin's back with a fresh layer of viscous syrup.
The dragon blew smoke, panting heavily from the strength of her orgasm. Her tail twirled in large, lazy circles, thumping the ground with happiness. This was just what she needed. She gazed down with eyes half-lidded in bliss, licking her lips at the sight that greeted her.
Katarina was lying completely motionless in a pool of cum. Her eyes were utterly blank, rolled up so far the irises weren't even visible. Her stomach still bulged, nowhere near as distended as it had been, but still pudgy and rounded with an ample helping of dragon jizz. The only sign that she was even still alive was the occasional violent muscle spasm that left her twitching.
Shyvana exhaled a pleasant, smoky sigh. Gently she scooped the girl out of the pool with one massive paw. Curling talons around her midsection, she gave her a firm squeeze, letting cum burst forth from both ends of her. Once she was thoroughly drained, she slapped the motionless woman up against the underside of her cock. Bare, slimy flesh collided with her scales, accompanied by a wet splat. Slowly, she started to stroke her paw up and down, grinding the assassin's curvy, nubile form against her shaft, relishing the soft sensation of her skin rubbing against her. Those large, cumbersome tits mashing against her delicate scales, sliding slickly over her rough bumps. She could keep this up for hours, even days. It was such a pity time was so limited, and it was about to be even shorter still.
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Cassiopeia hissed, melting another wave of minions with her miasma. She was doing her best to keep the enemy at bay. Nearly the entire base was shrouded in a thick, toxic fog. Clouds of it burst up from the ground wherever she pointed. Twisting and spinning to evade the swings of Kayle's sword while waving her arms about wildly, she added ever more toxins to the air with each frantic gesture. A particularly close call with the edge of the angel's blade cut through the leather straps that bound Tristana to her chest. The petrified yordle fell from its perch atop her twin shafts, cracking and crumbling to pieces as it struck the ground.
"Hey! That was brand new!" The naga snarled, thrusting her hand out and striking the angel in the chest with a sharp burst of magic, staggering her back.
Just a short distance away, Morgana was channelling a barrage of dark bolts into one of the towers while it was preoccupied firing at minions. Not one to fall for the same diversion again, Cassiopeia slithered her tail between Kayle's legs and coiled it around an ankle. With a sharp tug, she yanked the angel off her feet, swung her in a wide arc, and whipped her at her sister.
"Oof!" Morgana grunted as she fell, both women crumpling into a tangled heap of limbs and wings.
"Watch yourself!"
"Get the hell off me!"
"Well I'd be able to get off if you'd stop struggling!"
"Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Shut up!"
"Maybe if you didn't wear three tonnes of armour..."
"Maybe if you weren't such a scrawny bitch!"
"Hey, just because I like to actually embrace my feminine side..."
"Oh yeah, so feminine with your dick balls deep in some skank."
"Oh, you're just jealous that you're not getting any."
"Yes, I'm so jealous of you and your ability to contract STDs."
"ONE TIME!"
"And who was it that had to heal you when you did?"
"Oh fuck off!"
While the two angels bickered and struggled with one another, Cassiopeia set about clearing out the rampaging minions. Between her corrosive venom and the steady onslaught of the two towers, the task was easy enough, but damage had already been done. One of the stone statues barely stood, it's foundation battered and broken by the massive spiked fists of the super minions, while the other one crackled with Morgana's dark magic. At this point, the serpent needed a miracle...
'Your team has destroyed a turret.'
Oh! Cassiopeia grinned. That just might do it.
Finally back on their feet, the two angels turned as one. Looking back behind them, they stared far into the distance, further than their eyes could actually see, reading the mental broadcast for its origin. When they found it, their eyes widened in shock and terror.
"They've gone through the backdoor... They're in our base!" Morgana was the first to scream.
"What!? That's impossible!" Kayle beat her wings in a frenzy, taking flight. "We need to get back there!"
"Aww, what's the matter? Going so soon?" Cassiopeia raised herself up high with her tail, arms uplifted in triumph. As the last super minion fell behind her, the towering statues turned their gazes upon the angelic siblings. "And here I thought we were just starting to have fun." With a maniacal sneer, the naga brought her arms back down and the turrets opened fire.
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'Your turret has been destroyed.'
After three different alarms in so short a time, Shyvana suddenly realized she could no longer afford to keep ignoring them. She released Katarina and lifted her head, eyes closed to scan for the location of the fallen towers.
Without the dragon's paw to hold her in place, the noxian's limp body slowly careened backwards. As she started to plummet, her legs tensed and locked around the dragon's shaft. Greased with so much cum, it did nothing to stop her fall though, the length of it sliding right between her thighs as she rode down the pole. Hitting the base, her upper body fell back, arms outstretched, and landed in the white pool below with a splash. The thick sludge was so deep, so opaque that her arms vanished entirely beneath the viscous tar, leaving only her face and breasts above the surface. Though her body laid motionless, the white goop shifted and swirled around where her hands lay submerged, reaching, searching...
Shyvana seemed hardly to even notice. She couldn't believe she had been so careless as to leave the base defenseless. But who could be assaulting it, and so quickly?! She was certain she'd accounted for everyone...
"Well, looks like our playtime has to be cut short once again. A pity." Shyvana rumbled. "But you stay here now and..."
Tightening her legs around the dragon's cock, Katarina pulled herself up, out of the muck. Gooey clumps of white rolled down her back and dripped from her sopping wet hair as she lunged forward. Ripping her arms from the pool, she threw them around Shyvana's shaft and stretched herself up. There was the tiny clink of metal, and the dragon felt a sudden, painful pinching sensation just below her crown. Wincing, she looked down to find Katarina with a cum-soaked dagger in each hand, the sharp edges pressing against the wide swell of her cockhead.
"Oh come on! Don't tell me you're done already. I KNOW you've got more stamina then that." Katarina shouted. Beneath the dripping, pale mask of goo she was wearing, Shyvana could make out the most wicked sneer she had ever seen. "So let's stay right here and go another round, shall we?"
The dragon stared wide-eyed at the assassin, feeling the pinch of the knives against her most delicate nerves, and for the first time, Shyvana felt fear.
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Kayle's wings beat as fast as they could, carrying her through the sky as both turrets rained focused blasts of magic down upon her. She weaved back and forth between the arcane bursts, flying higher to put more distance between her and the towers, hoping to get more room to dodge.
Even as she ascended higher, Cassiopeia pursued her, slithering up the damaged statue. She dug her claws into cracks in the stone, dragging herself higher and using her long, coiled tail to hang on. Wrapping her serpentine body around the golem's neck, she added her magic to its, targeting the air in front of Kayle and hurling noxious blasts of poison into her path. Forced to swerve away, the angel was struck in the back by the other tower, crying out in pain as she was sent hurtling to the ground.
"You're not going anywhere!" The naga cackled, watching her fall.
Rushing forward, Morgana thrust her arms, channelling more bolts of darkness into the statue Cassiopeia was perched on. Black lines started to spider-web up the tower, rock exploding outwards from the dark cracks they formed. The statue trembled and quaked as its support started to give away, rocking the serpent above. Hissing furiously she swung her arm down, palm outstretched, and shrouded the floor in a haze of miasma that choked the fallen angel, searing her lungs.
From the nearby Nexus, small violet shrouded minions started to take shape, the summoners within calling them forth to march out and defend the fortress. Though they were still weak, their numbers were overwhelming, a small army marching, swarming over Morgana while she coughed and hacked poison from her lungs. Together, their miniscule weight pile up, until she fell backwards and screamed, buried under a pile of little purple bodies. From beneath the horde, her wings and arms were barely visible, thrashing wildly to shake them off.
'Your inhibitor has been destroyed.'
"Damnit! There's no time..." Cursing as she climbed back to her knees, Kayle barely had time to roll as the two turrets pressed their assault. A steady barrage of explosions rocked the ground behind her, pursuing and tearing up the paved terrace in her wake. Charging at full speed, she leapt into the sky, gliding on majestic wings towards the teetering tower. Hefting her weapon over one shoulder, she gripped it tight with both hands and swung with all her might. The holy blade cut through the fractured stone like paper as she sailed past, finishing the job her sister had begun. Chunks of marble broke free and plummeted to the ground as the turret finally took more than it could withstand. The violet light in its eyes shone brightly before the entire structure was rocked by an explosion of magic in its core.
Wobbling unsteadily, the serpent shrieked as the statue's head broke clean off, tumbling to the ground and taking her with it. Hitting the ground with a painful thud, she opened her eyes to find Kayle standing over her, sword upraised. Shrieking in a panic, her body rippled, slithering aside as the angel tensed and brought the weapon down, stabbing into ground where her torso had been a mere second before. Keeping low to the ground, the naga writhed along the pavement, her serpentine, S-shaped movements proving too erratic for the angel to strike. Surprisingly nimble and quick, she circled around Kayle and slithered up her body, binding her within her powerful coils. Her tail wrapped around the angel's neck, choking her while she started to apply pressure on her helm.
With a scream of rage, Morgana burst up from the pile of minions, scattering the creatures all around. Turning to the vile snake woman, she threw a blackened sphere of magic from her right hand then corrupted the ground beneath her with a flick of her left. Out of the corner of her eye, Cassiopeia caught sight of this. In one fluid motion she twisted her body around, slammed Kayle into the tormented soil, twisted again in the opposite direction and swung one of her arms down. Her claws clipped one of the minions as it fled nearby and tossed it into the air to intercept Morgana's dark binding. The small creature was left looking very confused, suspended motionless in a prison of dark magic. Striking quickly, Cassiopeia hurled a burst of corrosive venom at the dark angel and fired twin fangs of sickly green magic from her lengthy talons.
Kayle winced from the pain of her sister's magic burning through her armour. She felt the pressure on her helmet building, the snake's grip tightening. While the reptile was distracted, she gripped her coils tightly and pushed with all of her strength, popping her head right out of her helm in the nick of time. There was a sickening crunch as the golden headpiece was crushed a second later. Rolling to the side, she glared through angry, hate-filled eyes and swung her sword. Not to strike at the naga directly, but to loose a blast of crimson magic from the enchanted gem at the tip.
The angel's reckoning struck Cassiopeia in the spine and she howled in pain. Her body suddenly felt so sluggish, almost numb. Her energy drained, she whirled on Kayle as she advanced. Two could play that game. Opening her maw, she spewed a mouthful of acidic venom that engulfed the angel. It melted through her armour and stuck to her wings and legs like tar, hindering her mobility. Her charge slowed, but did not halt. Sword glowing with divine power, the judicator swung wildly, striking from a distance with bursts of holy fire.
While Cassiopeia recoiled in pain, Morgana finally saw an opportunity. Hiking her tattered dress up in her hands, she bolted towards the naga. As she neared, she outstretched a hand, fingers reaching, grasping... Her foe turned to face her, but too slowly. The fallen angel's long, sharp nails plunged into Cassiopeia's chest, right between her breasts. There was no blood, no wound, her hand simply melted into the naga's skin. Her fingers curled around the woman's very soul, taking hold of it and ripping it from her as a tether of violet energy. The snake shrieked in agony, arching her spine as such overwhelming pain the likes of which she had never felt before tore through her.
"Kayle, now!" Morgana shouted over the serpent's screeching. She held fast to the rope, shackling the naga and keeping her immobilized for her sister's approach. Above her though, the remaining turret was changing targets. It's gaze fell upon the dark angel, binding the serpent it was compelled to defend. Unaware she had even drawn its focus, Morgana was blind-sided by its attack. Blown off her feet, she lost her grip on the chain, freeing the captive serpent. Immediately, she spun back to Kayle, eyes glowing fiercely with an eerie light. The golden warrior leapt into the air, sword upraised, too late to stop, too slow to turn.
Wincing in pain and clutching at her ribs, Morgana extended a hand towards her sibling. "Never let it be said that I can't be a team player..." She wheezed.
As Kayle fell upon the serpent, she was completely engulfed, but not in stone. Enveloped in a barrier of darkness, Morgana's black shield absorbed Cassiopeia's petrifying gaze on the angel's behalf, transforming into a gray sphere of marble. A moment later, the shield shattered into a thousand tiny fragments as Kayle burst forth, unharmed. Landing atop the naga, she plunged her sword straight between the monster's breasts.
Gazing down, Cassiopeia's jaw dropped in a silent scream of agony. Around where she was pierced, her bare flesh turned a drab, stony gray. The discolouration quickly spread throughout the rest of her body as her own magic turned against her, the serpent's curse petrifying her in death. There she stood, a disfigured statue until Kayle ripped her sword from her chest. Teetering off balance, the petrified naga fell to her side, breaking into pieces the moment she hit the ground.
"Umm, Kayle? A little help!?"
Left with little time to contemplate Cassiopeia's end, Kayle turned to her sister in time to see her take another shot from the final towering statue. Sent flying by the blast, the fallen angel crumpled as she struck the pavement. Barely even able to move, she tried to crawl backwards as the turret took aim again, each burst of magic striking more powerfully than the last.
"Kayle! I could use an intervention!" Morgana cried, looking to her sister. She expected her holier-than-thou sibling to return the favour, to shield her as she had protected her. To the dark angel's shock and horror, Kayle made no move to assist her. Her sibling stood there silently, weapon in hand, a dark shadow cast over her face.
"Kayle?" Morgana's voice was pleading, another blast of magic striking her with such force that the cobblestone around her cracked and started to form a crater. Still, her sibling did nothing, said nothing. The golden warrior turned away from her, as if she couldn't bear to witness the sight.
"Kayle!" Morgana shrieked, the sky lighting up above her. Lifting her gaze, she watched as the statue fired again, more powerful than ever, then she hung her head. 'Sister, I underestimated you...' She thought to herself. For all their rivalry, their hatred of one another, she never thought her sibling actually had it in her to betray an ally.
The arcane barrage struck Morgana dead on and she let out one final screech as a flash of light engulfed her. When it dissipated, all that remained was a smoking crater, the fallen angel utterly vaporized by the blast.
Kayle clenched a fist bitterly. Though their feud was irreconcilable, she had her morals, her pride. Even if her sibling was a corrupt being, such a betrayal was an unjust death that went against her code of ethics. Her fellow angel's demise was not an act of treachery though, even if Morgana would forever see it that way, but one of duty. She was bound by guilt and remorse to ensure no harm came to Katarina, and to save her sister would have meant dropping the shield on the noxian woman. She could not do this, under any circumstances. So long as the competition continued, she would be protected.
In the end, it mattered little. If she claimed victory now, her sibling's death would not be in vain. From behind her, reinforcements were approaching. Another force of minions had finally arrived, and the super minions leading the charge rushed straight at the tower. It's focus abruptly shifted to them, and with it attention diverted from her, there was now no one left to stop Kayle from destroying it, then the Nexus.
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"What are you doing? Playtime is over." Shyvana's voice boomed, the deafening sound sending reverberations throughout Katarina's body, which in turn left her vibrating around the dragon's cock. Her massive paw wrapped around her shaft and squeezed tightly, pressing the woman to her sensitive scales. Stroking her length, she slid the assassin up her pole, her face pressing right against the sensitive glans. Lifting a bit further, she tried to slide the woman right off her dick, only to be greeted by a sharp, agonizing pain right under her crown.
"Nah, I think we should keep going." Katarina's face was passive as she spoke, showing no outward sign of emotion. She kept her arms locked tight around that staff, her hands pressing the sharp edges of the daggers right against the smooth scales. As she slid up, so did her weapons, the blades biting right into the soft spongy swell of the dragon's cockhead. They didn't even go deep enough to draw blood, just the feel of those sharp tips jabbing into her nerves like a pair of needles was enough to halt the dragon in her tracks.
"Ssssaaaaaahhhh!" Shyvana let out a reptilian hiss, cringing and relaxing her grip. "H-hey now, I think you've gotten enough of my cum for one day, no?" She sneered and flashed a mawful of sharp teeth. Using her thumb, she stroked the assassin's hair, pulling at the tangled clumps matted with slowly drying semen.
Katarina scowled. The dragon was trying to degrade her. Did she think she could disgust her into letting go? The human wrinkled her nose. She was so thoroughly drenched in musky goop, she was bound to smell like dragon jizz for weeks afterwards. Revolting as it was, she did not give in to the easy way out. Squeezing her thighs together, she ground her body up and down. That warm, slick semen let her slide easily, using her whole body to stroke Shyvana's pole.
"I'm already soaked, I think a little more wouldn't hurt!" Katarina punctuated the last word with a little nick from her knives.
Shyvana howled in pain, her visage turning fierce. "No. Get off, now!" Growing frustrated, she pressed her index claw to Katarina's back. The talon pressed right against her spine, jabbing into her sharply. Where she expected to pierce the woman's flesh, it was her nail which chipped and broke instead, leaving the assassin glowing a bright, shining gold. Yowling unexpectedly, she lifted her paw, staring in disbelief at her cracked talon.
Ignoring the dragon's hisses and snarls, Katarina pressed herself more firmly against the shaft. Her soft breasts squished against its underbelly, her wet skin sliding so smoothly across it. Pressing her face right into the little nook of the frenulum, she nibbled and kissed Shyvana's scaly flesh, teasing her sensitive bits with alternating spikes of pain and pleasure. One leg stretched out, she rubbed loose skin with the sole of her foot, tickling the tall pole, while her other leg wrapped around it, stroking up and down.
"Grraah! I don't have time for this." Shyvana growled and turned towards her base. It was a far distance to travel in a short time, but she was fast. She could still make it! She took two lumbering, clumsy steps forward and nearly fell over, her legs trembling from the pleasure coursing through her. With a roar, she clutched at Katarina and pulled again, but just as before, she found herself hesitating from the pain it caused. "Get off of me! Get off!"
"Go ahead and make me!" Katarina grinned madly and kept going. "Just know that I'll be taking the tip of your dick off with me." Her soft breasts ground flat against the dragon's staff, cushioning one of those hard-scaled ridges. As she teased that sensitive bump, she couldn't help but notice the way it made Shyvana's pole twitch. A massive glob of precum dribbled from her cum slit, rolling down the crown and landing heavily atop her scalp.
"Hhnnnngh!" Shyvana groaned, stumbling forward uneasily one three legs. "It's-it's not like it matterssss... When-when this battle ends, all-all my wounds will be healed. It-it'll be fine!" Though she still grasping at the redhead, she made no move to pull her off.
The sharp edges of those knives pressed a bit deeper into her flesh regardless, making the dragon wince and snarl. Katarina was left smirking, confident. "Now, I may be the only one around who doesn't have one, but I'm still pretty sure getting a piece of your dick lopped off is gonna hurt. A lot. Sure, you may get it back later good as new, but I imagine it's going to be a VERY unpleasant wait."
For a long moment, the two stayed still, eyeing each other in a silent, motionless game of chicken. Shyvana glared at the woman clinging to her cock, who peered right back from around it. The dragon's grip tightened, and so did Katarina's, the pinch getting more painful. Smooth scales started to crack, and the tiniest trickle of red, almost unnoticeable amidst all the white, was just starting to line the edge of one of the blades.
Huffing smoke, Shyvana released her grip and took off running. Stumbling unsteadily with every step, she screamed as she ran. "DAAAMNIIT!"
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Kayle roared as she hacked away at the final defense tower. Channelling all of her divine power into each swing of her sword, she cut through the chiselled stone like it was paper. Between her blade and the steady, pounding fists of the super minions, the turret was well on its way to destruction. Despite the steady barrage of magic it fired at the behemoths, the minions simply shrugged off its blasts, their sturdy wooden frames withstanding it easily.
Just past the tower, the enemy's Nexus began to glow. Violet light shone from the enormous crystal atop it, as the summoners used it to power the creation of yet more minions of their own.
Irrelevant, Kayle surmised. The shrimpy little creatures would pose no threat to her or the giants that accompanied her.
The angel was quickly disabused of that notion however. Summoned into being just outside the Nexus walls, the newest force of minions may still have been shrimpy, but they were certainly a threat. Like the fantasies of some exuberant child brought to life, the minions rode atop large mechanized suits. Crudely designed, they were little more than a pair of arms and legs with limited range of motion bolted onto a lanky metal frame. Still, it gave them the size and strength to match the opposing super minions. Immediately, the wooden behemoths turned against these new steely adversaries, their siege on the tower forgotten.
"No!" Kayle screamed and lashed out, searing one of the mechanized minions in a fit of righteous fury. She cursed her allies insufficient intelligence. She needed their focus, time was of the essence! Still, the giants clashed, heedless of her pleas, ignorant of her rage. The angel did her best to assist, but just like her own, the enemy's new super minions were incredibly resilient. Worse, they just kept coming. With the inhibitor in her own base destroyed, there was nothing to keep more of these mechanized creatures from coming to the aid of the others. Meanwhile her own reinforcements had trickled to a halt as they became occupied trying to defend the base from its mysterious assailant.
And in the back of Kayle's mind, yet another warning was sounding.
'Your turret has been destroyed.'
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Careening to her right, Shyvana crashed head first into a tree, toppling the pine while she fought to stay upright. Katarina was still hanging off her cock, the shaft bobbing and swaying wildly with every step. Every time she managed to build up some speed, the assassin would give her dick a little nuzzle, or stroke it with her thighs, or arch her back and grind her cushy breasts into the underside of it, and suddenly the next thing Shyvana knew she'd be teetering off balance as pleasure rocked her body. The noxian was doing a far better job of slowing her down with those wonderful teases then if she just dug her knives in and got it over with, and she knew it. Shyvana's own desires were being turned against her, but she didn't have the will to mutilate her own genitals to put a stop to it.
For her part, Katarina was having the most fun she'd had all day. A dozen orgasms were nothing compared to the thrill of bending a dragon to her will. Sometimes quite literally. Arching her back, she pulled her arms close, using her weight to bob the dragon's girth up and bend the steely length just slightly, mashing the delicate frenulum against her tits. Shyvana let out a long, drawn-out hissed and teetered to the other side, plowing into another set of trees. The fact that this reptilian bitch had tormented her so much only made her revenge now all the sweeter.
"You worthless whore! I WILL get you for this!" Shyvana howled.
"Don't tell me the big, strong dragon is having difficulty defeating a 'worthless whore'." Katarina made a faux-pout. Folding her arms around Shyvana's dick, she kissed just along the underside of her crown, licking and teasing the sensitive nerves there. She could taste more of the dragon's precum, running from the tip in rivers. Surprisingly sweet, especially compared to the bitterness of her actual semen, with just the barest hint of spicyness. Nibbling gently, she squeezed and jerked as much of the pole as she could with her legs, coaxing out more of the off-white, vaguely transparent slime. It was pleasantly warm too, and soothed her throat as she swallowed it down.
"Aaahg! Wh-what're you doing now?!" Shyvana folded her bottom lip, biting down on it with two massive fangs. Yet another heavy glob of pre-jizz pushed its way out from her cum slit, and the woman lifted herself up to bury her face in it eagerly. The dragon could feel her tongue right along the outer edge of her opening, soft, moist lips peppering her slit and teeth grazing it lightly.
"Just doing what us cock-hungry whores do. Who needs dignity, right?" Katarina felt the warm, sticky cream dribbling down her chin, running right down her neck and streaming through her cleavage. Her bare breasts were pressed right against the cockhead, smearing more cum all over its scaly surface.
"Fffuck..." Shyvana muttered under her breath, pausing her sprint to glance down at the woman clinging to her dick. She regretted it almost immediately. Why? Why did she have to be so fucking hot?!
Katarina purred, finding herself getting more into the act than she expected. This sensation... It was intoxicating. It wasn't lust or desire, it was power. Power over another living being. Noxus was a culture that prioritized strength and control above all else, usually through military might. Power came in many forms however, as Katarina's own sister could attest. This was not the type that she was personally accustomed to, but after being so powerless for so long, the feeling was incredible all the same. She had her tormentor, a bloody dragon for fuck's sake, pleading and begging to be free of her. The beast twisted and writhed, colliding with nearly every object in her path, all thanks to a little nibble there, a tickle here, and a lot of squeezing from her powerful thighs.
Exhaling a warm sigh, Katarina flattened out her tongue and licked all around the dragon's wide cockhead. Every part of her body was being put to use tormenting the reptile with pleasure. Her skin slid so smoothly along the shaft, owing to the ample layers of lube slicking her from head to toe. Even her feet were sliding over those smooth scales, caressing as much surface area as she could with her soles. One foot toyed with a thick, hard ridge, tickling it with her curled toes.
Shyvana's breath was getting heavier above her, the dragon utterly unable to control her lusts. She couldn't resist the bliss anymore than she could will her achingly hard pole to deflate. Jaw hanging open, drool steadily rolled down her chin and dripped from her extended tongue. She was taking her steps a bit more slowly now, one limb at a time, trying to stay moving in a straight line.
Well, Katarina wasn't having any of that. Throwing all of her weight to the side, she shifted the dragon's enormous cock to the right. Howling as her hard cock was twisted aside, Shyvana careened to the right as well and crashed into another tree, tripping over it as it then fell into her path. When she started to steady herself again, Katarina leaned to the other side, swaying the dragon's meat to the left. Like she was obediently pursuing a divining rod, Shyvana followed her angled cock again, smashing her horns into a boulder.
The dragon roared and Katarina grinned. They had quite a ways to go still, and a lot of things to hit along the way.
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"Agh! Will you creatures never cease!" Kayle roared, the constant swarm of automatons overwhelming her. She grew panicked as the last of her super minions fell, leaving her alone, once more the sole target for the enemy turret. It was so close though!
Beating her wings, she flew high out of range of the enemy's machines. The towering defense statue pelted her with magical bursts, but she pressed onwards. Twisting and swerving in the air to evade the blasts, using the blessings of her divine magic to heal herself when she failed and was struck. Shouting out her bottled up frustration, she swung her sword with all her might as she neared and cleaved the golem's head in two.
The violet light died in its eyes instantly, its assault ceasing. Chunks of stone began to break off and fall to the ground. Half of it's inhuman looking face tilted and fell down the side of the statue, pieces of it chipping off along the way. Smoke billowed up from cracks in the granite, and then the entire structure leaned forward and collapsed.
'Your team has destroyed a turret.'
'Your turret has been destroyed.'
No! This was impossible, how was her base falling so fast? By her count, both forces were now even, the same number of towers fallen on both sides, which meant the enemy was at her Nexus as well! She had squandered her lead frivolously battling the minions. At least she was beyond their reach now.
She turned to the Nexus. It stood there, mocking her. The bright crystal on top shone with a deep, purple light. If she could just destroy it first, then they won. That was all that mattered.
Infusing her blade with holy fire, the angel flew at the massive gemstone, swinging with all the strength and speed she possessed.
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At long, long last, Shyvana stumbled free of the treeline. Just ahead, the high walls of her base obscured her view of the action raging inside, but she was here now! She was going to make it! She could still stop the intruder, still save the Nexus.
"...aaaa...ee..." From inside the base, she could hear somebody shouting, but couldn't quite make out what they were saying.
Alas, the walls were too high to climb, even for her towering stature. Turning to the left, she scurried down the path to the entrance, following alongside the ramparts. Another torturous jolt of ecstasy rocked her, and she fell off balance. With a growl, she came to lean against the wall, resting on it for support. Bracing herself against it with one massive forepaw, she slowly stumbled down the path.
By now, Katarina had been working the dragon's prick long enough that she had found all the most sensitive parts. She knew exactly where to tease to completely knock her off her feet. Nuzzling her face right into the little nook beneath Shyvana's cocktip, she kissed along the delicate scales there. Sealing her lips against the tender flesh, pursing them to form a vacuum, she suckled and slurped all along the underside of the head. The toes of one foot curled around one of the protruding bumps further down the shaft, stroking the thick, hard ridge, while she used her other leg to do the same to the next one in line. Her smooth, tones thighs rubbed back and forth, caressing the enormous pole, smearing leftover cum all over it. Even her hands worked to massage one of the dragon's cock-ribs, keeping the knife edges threateningly close but not discomforting.
With her body pressed so firmly against the underbelly of the shaft, yet another ridge was scraping against her crotch. The rough edge ground against her slit, rubbing her sore, tender labia. It sent a shudder up the noxian's spine. She wondered if the dragon could even feel her sex rubbing against it, feel the stream of draconic semen that constantly spilled from her hole. She hoped so. The sensation of having the woman's lovebox grinding so fervently against her yet be utterly unable to plow it would likely only make the dragon's torture worse. Loathe as Katarina was to admit it though, that particular bit of teasing was more for her own pleasure. It felt nice to have some measure of control for a change, especially when her lips were so tender from the abuse they'd taken. Whenever she shimmied her hips, she felt that hard bump grinding against her lips or rubbing up against her clit just the way she wanted it to for a change.
"Almost... Almost there..." Shyvana rasped. She was so close now, in more ways than one. Turning a corner, she finally stumbled through the southern gateway.
Nearby, a sentry tower still stood guard. The intruder had forced its way in at the north end, so the statue here remained intact. Unlike the enemy's turrets, molded into the shape of fierce, draconic warriors, their defense towers more closely resembled powerful, armoured knights. They glowed with a brilliant, sapphire light instead of the foreboding purple of their opponents, but they still packed just as hard a punch. Fortunately, Shyvana had no need to worry about that, as it would only attack enemy units.
The statue's gaze fell upon the dragon as she bumbled through the entryway. As she came within its range, the stone warrior's eyes began to glow a brilliant blue, charging up to attack. Shyvana hissed and looked about in confusion. Why was it preparing to attack her?! Even transformed as she was, it should still recognize her as an ally. It should only target enemies! Enemies just... like... the one... hanging off her dick...
Just as the statue fired at her crotch, Shyvana dove forward onto her stomach, taking the magical blast to her lower back instead. She howled in pain, her tail thrashing furiously. Still detecting Katarina's presence against Shyvana's belly, squished between her solid pole and the ground, the structure fired again, and again. Digging her talons into the paved tiles of the base, the dragon drug herself forward, crawling on hands and knees as she was pelted from above. As the pain assaulted her however, she could still feel pleasure attacking her from below. Even pinned beneath the dragon's immense weight, Katarina squirmed against the underbelly of her cock, her every writhing motion tickling the sensitive pole. Even if she had allowed the tower to shoot at her unobstructed, the woman was still invincible. All Shyvana would accomplish would be to inflict even more pain on herself.
"...aaaaastaaaaaaa... ee!"
Again, she could hear the battlecry of the invader. Louder this time, closer. Just ahead, Shyvana could see a whole army of super minions clustered around something. Whatever it was, it moved between them with such speed that it was nothing more than a blur. It raced through the minions, slicing them to ribbons, then returned to attacking the Nexus. Shards of crystal and rock flew from the large structure as the assailant tore through it with all the grace and precision of a woodchipper.
Having crawled out of range of the defense statue, Shyvana rose unsteadily to her feet. The dragon was beaten, battered, bruised. Steam simmered up from cracks in her scales and blood trickled down her body from the many wounds she'd sustained so recently. She huffed smoke, her breathing ragged, but... She was so close now! Just a few more steps...
She only managed one.
Weakened and exhausted, Shyvana's knees buckled and she collapsed onto her side. "No... No more! Please! I can't take it!" The dragon howled in desperation, pleading, begging for Katarina to stop. She had never felt so humiliated in her entire life. Brought low by a puny little human, armed with nothing more than a few shards of scrap metal and a pair of tits to die for. Too drained to fight, and utterly unable to bring her raging lust under control, she was being felled by some cheap whore. Even that title was too good for her, Shyvana fumed. She was just an overgrown sex toy, a dirty cum rag... The dragon yowled again, screeching shamefully as her body was wracked by pleasure.
Mercy wasn't a term that existed in Katarina's vocabulary even on a good day, and today had been far from good. The dragon was getting no pity from her, not after everything she'd put her through. She pressed up against Shyvana's cock, pushing her whole body up and down the length of it, using herself to jerk the giant off. "What's wrong you scaly bitch?! Had enough?!" Her every breath was just as laboured as Shyvana's, pushing herself to the point of exhaustion. "Well, too bad! You wanted to fuck, so LET'S FUCK!!!" Pushing herself up higher, Katarina wrapped her arms around the dragon's tapered cockhead and gave it a firm squeeze, pressing it right up against her breasts. It throbbed and pulsated against her, the dilating cumslit pressing against her chin and gushing precum down her neck and into her cleavage.
"NnnnooOOOoooaaauuUUuunnggghhhh!" Rolling onto her back, Shyvana tilted her head upwards and let out a trembling cross between a roar and a moan. A full-body shudder ripped through her, leaving her bucking her hips fruitlessly into the air. Her cock spasmed and swelled wider, her urethral opening gaping wide as a fresh load of cum rocketed through it.
Staring straight down the hole, time seemed to slow down for Katarina. She watched the boiling tide of white rising to meet her, her eyes widening as the realization of her error dawned on her. "Oh, shi-" She didn't even have time to finish her curse before the dragon's seed struck her in the face. With all the force of a geyser behind it, the first jet of seed propelled the assassin right off the dragon's pole, launching her through the air a good twenty feet away. Tumbling head over heels as she fell, Katarina hit the ground hard accompanied by a loud, wet splat.
Shyvana bellowed as the next wad lanced out from her pointed tip, followed by another, and another. Massive blasts of white gunk spewed forth, soaking the dragon in her own jizz. The strength of her orgasm drained her of the absolute last of her energy. Flames formed and swirled around her, engulfing her completely and leaving not a trace of her visible save for the wads of spunk arcing through the air. As quickly as it appeared, the flash fire vanished, leaving behind a much smaller, much more feeble Shyvana. Having reverted to her demi-human form, she still laid there, weakly thrusting her hips into the sky, shooting globs of semen all over herself. The more volumous spurts she'd fired in dragon-form were still in the air, having shot straight up like a rocket. Falling back to earth, the enormous blobs splattered across her body, bathing the half-dragon in her own copious jizz. The bright, vibrant scarlet of her armour and the deep, unnatural blue of her skin both disappeared within a quickly forming pool of pearly white. Gasping for air, Shyvana weakly lifted her head. Ivory-coloured cream dribbled from her horns. It rolled down her cheeks, clung to her skin and made squishing noises as it infiltrated her armour. A moment later, her head dropped back into the puddle, her pupils dilated and rolling upwards. Her eyelids fluttered, and her limbs all went limp as she passed into unconsciousness.
"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaastaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Yi."
Groaning and coughing up yet another fresh batch of cum from her lungs, Katarina climbed onto shaky knees. She rubbed at her eyes, wiping off the thick of her latest facial and flinging the syrupy goop to the sides. Even after, she still felt the sting of the dragon's salty semen as she opened them up, and glimpsed her team's saviour.
He wore a black and yellow trenchcoat, and in each hand wielded not one, but two crimson swords. Katarina had no idea how. The combined hilts looked too wide to get a proper grip on, and the actual blades clattered together clumsily and bounced off one another. Another three swords were strapped to each leather boot, providing a trip hazard for every step he took. An eleventh, noticeably larger wide-bladed katana was slung over his back. Resting against his chest awkwardly was a large lantern, shaped oddly like an acorn and glowing with a fierce, orange light. It hung from a chain around his neck, dangling and jostling about so that the light never actually pointed anywhere relevant. And yet, somehow neither the number of swords he carried nor his taste in jewellery managed to be as ridiculous as his helmet. It was a strangely shaped piece of armour that didn't even look suitable to the human head, with a pair of goggles covering the upper half of his face. The eye piece had seven lenses on it, and yet not one of which lined up properly with his actual eyes.
Katarina just stared, absolutely dumbstruck as the clumsy-looking samurai-wannabe finished tearing through the enemy Nexus like it was made from the cheapest, shittiest paper imaginable. When she finally managed to speak, she could barely even manage actual words. "Hu- Whu- But- Just... How?"
Master Yi turned to her and flashed a knowing grin. When he spoke, his voice sounded weird, like it had a robotic filter put over it. And all he said was "Double sworeds."
Then the Nexus Crystal exploded.
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'Defeat.'
Kayle fell to her knees as that message was transmitted to her mind. She had failed. Before her, the enemy Nexus still stood. The crystal atop it was cracked and smoking. Purple lightning crackled all across its surface, but it was still functional.
Kayle's sword fell to the ground with a loud klang. In her moment of despair, the angelic warrior couldn't even keep attacking the Nexus if she wanted to. Behind her, the destroyed Inhibitor had been reformed by summoner magic, and when it had, a barrier had been erected around the Nexus, rendering it indestructible.
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'Victory!' To Katarina and her sole remaining ally, the broadcast came in a tone far more cheerful and upbeat than the traditionally emotionless, neutral sounding voice that sounded off each prior warning.
She couldn't believe it. For a long moment, Katarina just stared ahead blankly, as though it were too good to be true. Any moment, she would awake to find that she'd passed out again, that this was all just a wonderful delusion.
Not too far from where she stood now, the half-dragon was still laid out in a puddle of her own spooge. A blue aura was starting to form around her, shining a light into the sky like a beacon. Slowly, the glowing swirls of illumination started to close in around Shyvana, lifting her prone body up into the air. Then, in the blink of an eye, she was gone, returned to where she had been summoned from at the start of the battle.
One by one, the process would repeat. Wherever they could be found, both survivors and the dead alike would be illuminated and returned to their place of origin. All those who perished would be revived by the powerful magic of the summoners who brought them here. Bodies would be knit back together by the arcane, bones would be mended, flesh would be healed. All the wounds they'd received would be repaired.
The daggers she had clutched so tightly began to glow, and then vanished from Katarina's hands. No doubt they'd be needed to help rebuild Orianna. Absent-mindedly, the assassin found her empty hands wandering to her mid-section. Physical pain would be undone, but psychological trauma was another thing entirely. It was not so easily healed with as simple as a flick of the wrist and a dash of magic. And what of things that did not qualify as a wound at all, but still left a permanent imprint on one's self? Subconsciously, Katarina stroked her abdomen, her mind a web of tangled thoughts.
"H3y bby, u wnt 2 cyb3r wit m3?"
The sound of that hideously awful voice and its nonsensical gibbering snapped Katarina out of her reverie. She turned to find Master Yi approaching her. Most of his blades were discarded, but the largest one he still held tight. The handle grasped with both hands, he started to jerk his lengthy sword up and down, rapidly pumping it with his fists. He licked his lips lewdly as he did, Katarina's naked breasts reflecting in all seven lenses of his goggles.
She resisted the urge to recoil in disgust. Perhaps... Perhaps he did deserve some kind reward. Something to show her... appreciation for all of his 'hard work'. She was startled however as her skin started to glow, the same blue lights forming around her. There was little time left before she was unsummoned. If she wanted to act, she had to do it fast.
Leaning forward, Katarina reached a hand out to his face. She caressed his cheek gingerly, staring affectionately into his... Eyes? She wasn't even sure. Her fingers trailed down further still, stroking the strange man's lengthy goatee. Sweat was breaking out on Yi's brow, and he started jerking his weapon even faster, harder.
"O ya bby, jes lik dat" Yi groaned, breathing more heavily.
Katarina narrowed her eyes and flashed him a sly, sultry grin. The swirling blue lights were pulling closer now, only seconds left to act... Suddenly, the smile melted from Kat's face, transforming into a deep, hateful scowl.
Then she reared a leg back and kicked him square in the nuts.
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And with that, the game comes to an end. But wait! What about the super special mystery poll!? Well, I happen to have the final results right here...
7. Tristana - 11 Votes (4%)
6. LeBlanc - 14 Votes (5%)
5. Orianna - 16 Votes (5%)
4. Morgana - 20 Votes (7%)
3. Cassiopeia - 38 Votes (13%)
2. Kayle - 41 Votes (13%)
1. Shyvana - 164 Votes (54%)
Wow. Just... Wow. I'll confess, I expected Shyvana to win, but I never imagined she would win by such a massive amount. But what could the poll possibly be for you ask?! Well, you'll just have to wait for the final chapter to find out.
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Tags: [F/F] [Futa/Futa] [Futa/Futa/F] [Rape] [Reluctant] [Rough] [Long] [Weirdness] [Pain] [Bondage] [Double Penetration] [Excessive Cum] [Oversized Cock] [Cum Inflation]
Stay tuned at the end of the chapter for a brief, semi-announcement.
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Two sets of wary eyes gazed at one another, each one viewing the other with nothing but mistrust. Though at first glance they seemed to be on equal footing, there was something about the manic grin stretched across the sorceress's face that filled Katarina with doubt. She strengthened her hold on her makeshift daggers, squeezing them so tightly that her knuckles went white as bone. Cautiously, she took a step closer to her teammate, not willing to drop her guard for a second, not after all she'd been through.
LeBlanc treated her no differently, sizing up the assassin, her staff held at the ready. Slowly, the two women paced in circles around one another, each eyeing the other for any sign of attack, neither one making any sudden moves. For several minutes they did this in silence, boots skidding softly through the sand and leaving trails behind them, their stances steady. Both were quick and deft, and all it would take was an instant for either one to knock the other off balance if one were to make a move.
The mage was the first one to break the quiet, speaking up at last. “Heeeey Kat... Where've you been?” The sound of her voice seemed to startle the red-head out of her near trance-like focus on searching for a moment of weakness. “You missed one hell of a team fight.” LeBlanc sneered contemptuously, looking down on her fellow noxian. Just another useless fool to deal with. “I trust you were off doing something useful?”
Katarina's confidence seem to waver for a moment, nearly letting her depression drown her before quickly pushing away all thoughts of the misfortunes she'd suffered through. 'Just need to get back to the base... Just need a fresh set of clothes and weapons, and I can make all of them pay...' She grit her teeth, her mind racing past Shyvana, Tristana, Orianna, and even her lecherous sister. There was still plenty of time for her to lead her team to a comeback.
LeBlanc's smirk was growing wider the longer Katarina stayed silent. Shaking herself out of her daze, she finally responded, her voice bitter and her eyes narrowed. “Useful enough... Been playing decoy for half their team”
“Yes, and I can just imagine how.” LeBlanc snickered, her gaze falling to look over Kat's nude form, taking in the sight of her, dishevelled and dirty, naked and vulnerable.
Cheeks flushing red with shame, the general's daughter growled under her breath and bared her teeth furiously, the witch's words clearly getting to her. LeBlanc's own lack of clothing didn't go unnoticed however, even if her demeanour was more calm and clean than Katarina's own. “And I'm certain you took advantage of my distraction to crush the rest of them in my absence, right?”
Now it was the magician's turn to fume and burn with embarrassment. No matter the desired outcome of this little competition, being beaten and chased off three versus one was a blow to her pride that LeBlanc couldn't stand. “That damned half-breed... I will make a new outfit out of her hide.” She muttered under her breath.
Immediately, Katarina seemed to perk up, relaxing a bit and standing up straight. “Half-breed? Did she have ashen skin and wear bright crimson and gold?”
The magician sneered, relaxing as well as it was fast becoming clear that the two of them really did have a shared experience. “And a dick as long as your forearm, right?” The blush that formed anew on Katarina's face was all the evidence LeBlanc needed. “That dirty mongrel dared to think she could lay a hand on my radiant beauty. Hmph, she'll think twice about that now.”
The assassin looked a bit fretful, turning her head askew even while she kept her eyes level on LeBlanc. As though the very act of talking about her might cause Shyvana to appear at any second. "So you ran into her then? Where is she now?"
"Probably prying splinters out of her dick." LeBlanc cackled in amusement, just imagining the half-dragon's pained howls.
Katarina looked visibly relieved, though a tad disappointed. She had hoped to take revenge on Shyvana herself, though she was still happy to hear someone bested her. Feeling more relaxed now in the other woman's presence, her shoulders seemed to sink, as if bearing the weight of some imaginary burden. "Well, we should get back to base and regroup, before we get caught out."
Turning her back on the mage, she made it only a few steps down the road. "Mmm, no, I don't think so..." The witch muttered under her breath, hand extended, palm out in Katarina's direction. She was swift to punish the girl for dropping her guard, a magical chain lancing out from her hand and winding around her torso, binding Kat's arms and constricting her chest.
"H-hey...! LeBlanc, what-Mmf!" Katarina started to protest, but was quickly silenced. A burst of energy firing from the tip of LeBlanc's staff and striking her back, branding her skin with a magical sigil that cut off her voice. Panic returning to the assassin's face, she craned her neck to look back at the magician, tightly holding her end of the chain like the handle of a leash. She gave it a sharp tug, and Kat stumbled as she was dragged backwards, the witch leading her back off the beaten path and towards the trees.
"Now now, can't have any of that. Just think about your reputation Katarina! Can't have you stumbling home naked and caked with semen, just what will everyone think?" The mage spoke in a contemptuous, mocking tone that made her sound anything but concerned for the poor girl. "Don't worry now, you'll just come with me and forget all about this petty little game." Despite Katarina's best struggles, fighting against the cold metal bindings and trying to pull away, LeBlanc seemed to just effortlessly drag her away, aided by the magic infusing her steely bonds. Even the knives she clung to so tightly were useless with her arms bound, and not a single sound came from her mouth as she was carted away, disappearing from sight of the road and into the forest.
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No sooner had the two women left when there came a rustle in the bushes along the roadside. A soft hissing that could've passed for the wind rustling the leaves, except that it didn't stop. Growing steadily louder and more frustrated sounding until Cassiopeia slithered out of the brush. Her soft, delicate bronze skin covered in scratches and bruises that marred her normally flawless beauty, the serpent having had a long and annoying trek back through the forest from where Tristana had sent her. Her eerie, glowing eyes scanned the road, looking for any sign of her sister.
"Kat? Katarina!?" She called, arms folded under her naked bust. Her brassiere was still lost somewhere downstream, having had no time to recover it before that accursed yordle had interfered. "Strange, I ssswore I heard her jusst a few minutes ago."
Before the snake-woman could investigate any further, she was jarred by the sudden, unexpected sound of cannon-fire in the distance. Loud, echoing booms that came from further up the road. Turning in that direction, Cassiopeia spied the rubble of a fallen tower, the once imposing magical statue reduced to nothing but a pile of crumbling rocks, and just a bit further ahead, a line of enemy minions were marching deeper inwards towards the walls of their base.
Not one to let their base fall undefended, Cassiopeia hissed and slithered off to defend the next tower, her sister already forgotten for the time being as she plotted all the ways she would take her revenge on that pint-sized pipsqueak.
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“You would not believe the day I've had Katarina.” LeBlanc's voice conveyed a tone of frustration, even while she wore a sneering grin. “It's really kind of funny, in retrospect.” The chain that tied her to her captive trailed behind her, dragging across the ground and slowly pulling taut as she put more distance between her and her captive, the assassin refusing to move forward until the chain pulled tight and dragged her against her will.
They were some distance now away from the road and travelling through the wilderness, tall trees surrounding them on all sides and no one around for miles. Though the magical chains remained in place, the silence sigil had faded away, freeing Katarina to speak again, a freedom she was excercising liberally. “LeBlanc, what the hell are you doing!? Let me go this instant! We need to get back, or else we'll be defeated!”
“Hmph, do you have any idea how much planning I put into this? The strategies I came up with?” The mage continued, completely ignoring Katarina's pleas. The chain pulling tight once again when the red-head tried to pull away, LeBlanc gave it one good yank. The magic amplified the force of her pull and ripped the assassin off of her feet to land on her ass, dragging her backwards through the dirt and foliage littering the ground. “So much time spent devising ways to sabotage this petty competition, all for nought. Had I known our side was so incompetent that defeat was assured from the start, I wouldn't have wasted the energy.”
“What... What!? What are you saying?” Katarina looked aghast, her jaw dropping. “Are you saying.. That this is all your fault? You planned for us to lose?”
“Noooo, no no no... Weeell...” LeBlanc smirked, staring straight ahead as she marched. “I DID plan for us to lose eventually, but it's not my fault that we are. I would've preferred to throw the battle in a much more subtle way in the end, but it turns out any work on my part is completely unnecessary. Cho'Gath and Yi are so blatant in their failings...” The sorceress grit her teeth, grinding them together in pent-up frustration. “...and Cassiopeia's little more than a spoiled brat. I figured at least you, the distinguished daughter of a powerful general, might be a challenge. Imagine how great my disappointment to find you even less discrete in your dalliances than your harlot of a sister.” The mage sighed, pausing to look back at her captive and pulling the chain so sharply that it threw Katarina onto her back, leaving her to tower over the fallen assassin. “This whole situation is a total waste of my talents. Honestly, how any of you thought you were worthy of fighting in this battle is beyond me.”
Katarina grimaced, squinting as her new position left her partially blinded by the sun directly above. “You-You're nothing but a troll!” The mage just laughed, pulling upwards on the chain so as to force the trained killer onto her knees, crouching down so they met at eye level. “Why...? Why would you do this?” The nude prisoner spat, fury burning brightly in her eyes.
LeBlanc's eyes narrowed, her features hardening. A swift slap across Katarina's cheek sent the girl sprawling, while LeBlanc stood nursing her now stinging hand. "Don't equate me with those brutish, simple oafs. A troll would kill to be as clever as me." Taking on a cocky, self-assured air, the mage continued to speak, her eyes shut and lips smiling. "A military-bred dog like yourself could never understand the intricacies of Noxian politics. It's why men like your father helped to overthrow the old monarchy and instate their own brand of simple-minded authority instead." She sneered, and looked down on Katarina as though condemning her. "But if you think the machinations of the Black Rose, and other groups just like us, ended with the fall of the old order, then you are sadly mistaken. Even now, our inevitable return to the top is in progress. And this petty skirmish is just the start."
Turning her back on her captive, chain still clenched tightly between her fingers, LeBlanc continued. It was as though she needed her machiavellian plots to still be heard, even if they were grossly unnecessary in their complexity. "Noxians are accustomed to strength, it defines are very way of life! With our forces, we could control all of Valoran, and yet we hold back, stay our invasions, and settle diplomatic disputes in these petty League competitions. Battles where our full power cannot be brought to bear. It makes us look weak, especially if we lose.” LeBlanc whirled back around, reaching down to grab a fistful of Katarina's hair and lifting her head to stare in the magician's eyes, the bright, maddened glare of a lunatic. “And weakness will not be tolerated, not from our champions, and certainly not in our leadership. The High Commander... How long do you think the people will continue to support him if Noxus's power and influence wane under his command? How long will the people accept his refusal to crush our enemies through a show of overwhelming military might before they openly revolt against him?" The witch laughed, releasing her grip on Kat and looking upwards with a grin. "When even a ragtag group of misfits can bring down a crack squad selected by our own Noxian commanders, the people will rebel, and when they do, the Black Rose will be there to move in and take charge once again."
"Y-you're insane!" Katarina hissed, leaning her weight on her shoulders to try and keep her face out of the dirt. "The people would demand Noxus's exit from the League... We'd be on the verge of a Rune War within months! The entire goddamned world would be destroyed if that happened!"
LeBlanc clucked her tongue, shoving Kat with her foot and rolling her onto her back. "Dear, sweet, naive Katarina. You've still got so much to learn if you ever want to climb to the higher echelons of power. What use is the world if we don't control it?" The maddened look in the sorceress's eyes sent a chill down Katarina's spine, filling her with an entirely different sense of fear than anything she'd experienced prior. "But don't you worry. Even once the Black Rose reigns once more, there still always be demand for women of your special... talents."
Katarina kicked fruitlessly, trying to strike at the magician's ankles, but she just stepped to the side, letting the assassin squirm and struggle in vain. "Like I'd ever fight for a treacherous bitch like you!" She snapped. "A cowardly schemer like you has no business commanding the strength of Noxus!"
The chains binding Katarina rattled loudly, the metal like ice digging into her skin as the magician snapped them taut and lifted her again. LeBlanc just sneered down at the dog at the end of her leash, pressing a hand to her throat. "Tsk, your fighting ability isn't impressive. Those are hardly the 'talents' that I'm referring to." One crooked finger trailed down, gently tracing Katarina's collarbone to where it formed her ribs, then trailing further, along the swelling curves of her breasts until the chain got in its path.
"You sick, twisted bitch," She barked, a scowl twisting her features.
"Don't fret, this'll be a fun way to pass the time until we lose. After all, you're not going anywhere now." LeBlanc stood straight and tall, her hand travelling back up now to caress her prisoner's cheek, stroking the scar across her eye. She pressed against her forehead, tilting her head back while pulling her body closer with the chain, forcing Kat to look up at the mage's equally nude form. Her soft alabaster skin practically blinding in the sunlight and her face wearing a manic look of excitement.
Taking a step back to lean her back against the nearest tree, she pulled the assassin along on her knees, keeping Katarina's head level with her thighs. She wanted her to see her new Mistress's whole body in all its glory. Her hips bucking lightly, pushing out towards the captive's face with thighs lightly spread, giving her a lewd glimpse at the sorceress's unused slit, pristine and safe from the wear and tear Katarina had been forced to undergo as of late. For her part, Katarina couldn't decide whether to feel some sense of relief at finally meeting somebody who wasn't packing an oversized something extra, or if that somehow made it even more revolting. LeBlanc's perfectly ordinary, female sex somehow feeling even more alien after all the bizarre run-ins she'd had, and leaving the sorceress appearing even more twisted and freakish before her eyes then all the actual freaks she'd had to deal with.
LeBlanc stretched out her right leg, hooking it around Katarina's shoulder and digging her heel into the girl's spine. She watched the grimace that spread over her face with a sick sense of satisfaction while pulling her in closer, her hips pushing forward to meet her. The military-minded Noxian cringed, her nose tickled by a few stray strands of indigo pubic hair. Angry eyes glared daggers up at her latest captor, her reaction only adding to the mage's enjoyment.
"Oh come now Kat, don't give me that look. If you co-operate, I'll make sure you enjoy this too." Katarina's eyes seemed to widen, her pupils shrinking as those last few words bored into her mind, conjuring up memories of electric shocks and subliminal commands. Without even thinking, the assassin went at LeBlanc's cunt with an enthusiasm that threw the sorceress completely off-guard. Lips grazing the magician's nethers and tongue eagerly sliding in between, the surprise was enough to coax out an unexpecting moan. "Ooooh! I-I was expecting to have to do a bit more... convincing," LeBlanc stuttered, leaning her head back while running her fingers through her fiery red mane. "I certainly did-aah!-didn't expect you to be so eager!"
With eyes that were glazed over and glassy-looking, Katarina pushed her face in deeper, Orianna's voice echoing in her mind. That synthetic, mechanical voice still rang in her skull. That was right, she enjoyed this. She lapped noisily at LeBlanc's slit, tongue slapping wetly against her folds. She could taste the indigo-haired beauty's arousal, so easily brought to the fore after her unfinished encounter with the half-dragon.
Though it was nothing more than an illusory clone that had gotten to enjoy playtime with Shyvana, the real LeBlanc had still felt what it felt, still experienced the same sensations, and she too had been left more than a little deprived by the sudden, jarring end to their fun. Which is why she intended to more than make up for it now. "That's a good girl, keep it up..." She crooned, rolling her hips to grind her pussy into the red-head's face, using her firm grip on her crimson tresses to bury the fiery girl's face in her muff.
The sensation of teeth lightly grazing her outer lips brought her gaze downwards, laughing at the obedient, focused look in Katarina's eye while she nibbled gently at her sex. LeBlanc kept the girl's face pinned to her loins with the back of her knee until her cheeks reddened from the lack of oxygen. Her nose occasionally bumping against the mage's clitoris while her tongue dove into her slick passage to tease. It wasn't nearly as long, or as thick, or even as flexible as the dragon's had been, but it still got the job done, slurping at the deranged woman's damp petals and sending tingles up her spine.
"Mnn, don't stop..." The sorceress moaned. She tilted Kat's head higher, giving her a brief respite to gasp for air before guiding her mouth to meet her sensitive clit. Attacking it with the same level of enthusiasm, Katarina pursed her lips and suckled from the little pleasure button, eliciting a louder, shriller cry of ecstasy. Her entire body rocked by a powerful shiver, LeBlanc bucked harder, clawing at the kneeling girl's flowing locks and grinding harder against her face, her pussy leaving a slick trail that dribbled down the assassin's chin.
Katarina's vision was a haze of colours. LeBlanc's encouraging words recalled the commands that Orianna had drilled into her mind back to the surface, along with sensational memories of the accompanying shock therapy. Just the thoughts swirling through her head left the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end, her own pussy starting to drip while her hands ached to touch it. Her fingers spasmed and twitched a little bit, letting go of her weapons at last to clatter noisily to the ground. She struggled anew against her bindings, desperately wishing she could play with herself, her hands wiggling uselessly against her sides. Still, something nagged at the back of her mind, an alien thought that didn't even feel like her own. Urgently reminding... That she hated this person... She needed to rebel... That she was a threat to her... to her family... to all of Noxus! But the thoughts were fleeting, slipping away from her, like trying to grasp at a phantom.
Whenever her efforts began to slow, the sorceress would prod her into picking up the pace. Pulling sharply on her end of the chain so that it constricted tighter around Katarina's chest, the metal links clinking together. Her new toy still needed some proper training, it would seem. She had some basic talent, but her lashing tongue was inexperienced at pleasing another woman. Silently, LeBlanc wondered if she could capture Cassiopeia too, and have the whorish serpent teach her sister how to properly please a mistress. She smirked. All that time wasted on weapons training, when she should've been practising how to be a good slut like her sibling. A sudden gasp for air turned LeBlanc's gaze downwards, giving the red-head an icy glare. "Did I say you could come up for air yet?" She snapped, pulling her leg tighter around Kat's skull and pushing her soaked visage back into the witch's snatch.
What little air Katarina had managed to attain was quickly exhaled back out, blowing her warm breath softly against LeBlanc's clit. The whistling breeze tickled the little bundle of nerves, making her squeeze her milky thighs together as she tried to stifle a fit of giggles. The magician squirmed incessantly, but the brainwashed woman didn't let up, kissing the little bead and curling her tongue around it, swirling it around in circles and soaking it with spit. The more wildly she made the paler woman thrash, the more freely she could breathe, even if it was just in short spurts, and she was quick to keep the pressure on the delicate little bud. Grazing it with teeth and sucking on it roughly, making little wet slurping noises each time.
"Oh! Oh fuck~!" Making her best O face, LeBlanc pushed Kat's head lower, forcing her tongue back towards her now sopping wet gash while she took up stroking her clit herself. Using the end of the chain like a cool, metal toy, she rubbed it against her glistening button, the cool, magical metal contrasting sharply grasp with the warm tongue that now curled and licked at her inner folds. Writhing uncontrollably, her grip tightened, her muscles tensing up as she neared her peak. It was just too bad she needed to keep her new pet tied up, she thought. She'd love to put her hands to work too, but alas, her toy couldn't be trusted yet. She was expecting more struggle, but she was so eager that it was actually kind of suspicious... She had to wonder just what had gotten into her.
Slurping her tongue as deep inside the sorceress's drooling tunnel as it would reach, Katarina twisted and swirled it around, slapping at her inner folds. Listening to LeBlanc's cries getting shriller and louder with each passing second, the sound was starting to grate on her nerves. Her eager look was growing more and more indignant, annoyance showing on her face and fury bubbling to the surface. The thoughts that had seemed so alien were getting more familiar, more insistent as she was slowly coming out of her hypnotic trance. The lustful haze wasn't fading fast enough to prevent her from getting a mouthful of girlcum however.
Squeezing the back of Kat's head tighter with her knee, LeBlanc let out a particularly ecstatic moan. She gave the chain one last hard pull, forcefully grinding her hips. With fingers tangled in locks of flowing red hair, she was suffocating the girl without a care. Wiry blueish-purple hairs tickling her prisoner's nose while a flood of her juices gushed out, splattering her face in sticky, translucent film. Through half-lidded eyes, she watched with amusement as Kat's face flushed redder, struggling to breathe as her airways were briefly and suddenly obstructed by the mage's sweet-tasting nectar. Tilting her head back, LeBlanc just let the blissful sensations overtake her, making no move to help. Only after smearing her slick cunt all across her face did she finally let her go, shoving the spasming wreck of a woman away from her.
Coughing and sputtering, Katarina rolled onto her side, the fog dissipating from her mind at last. Red-faced and heaving, she coughed up a bit of LeBlanc's slime in between haggard breaths. She couldn't believe that she'd just done that... Without even needing any provocation, she'd so happily submitted to that wretch. She flexed her muscles, rattling the chains as she strained against them. Her mind was already clouding again, this time with rage, not even sure where to direct it, there were so many she was furious with, including herself.
LeBlanc wore a relaxed grin on her face, casually dipping a pair of fingers into her own honey pot to extend the sensations as she came down off her high. Stirring and coating them with sweet juice, when she pulled them free, a few sticky strands tethered her digits together. The gooey strings drooped under their own weight, dripping while she brought them to her lips, flicking her tongue out to lick them clean, savouring her own taste.
Apparently satisfied, the illusionist stood straight, stepping away from the oak she'd been leaning against. "Mnn, not bad for a first act, though we'll need to get you a bit more practice for next time. Still, you've got potential at least." LeBlanc's voice reverberated, almost seeming to develop a strange echo. The odd sound drew Katarina's gaze back up to look at her, where her eyes grew wide as saucers at what she saw. Standing side by side, there were now two LeBlanc's, the second one a perfect mirror image of the first, identical in every way. But it wasn't the double vision that made the chained woman wail in fresh misery.
"Let's see if you've got more experience tending to the opposite sex." Both mages spoke in unison. One stood with a hand on her hips, the other, likely the original, was still licking her fingers clean. But what horrified Katarina, was that between each of their legs dangled a fat, heavy looking cock, quickly rising to life as they both stroked themselves with dainty hands that looked almost grossly mismatched upon their meaty phalluses.
Sucking her index finger clean with a lewd, wet pop, one LeBlanc took a step forward, a wicked smirk spreading her lips. "Dibs on her ass," she called, and Katarina despaired.
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Slithering her way up the road, Cassiopeia scowled at the sight that greeted her in the distance.
One of the magical stone statues that defended the route was besieged. Swarming around the base of it were tiny figures in blue shrouds. Some of them wielded little swords and shields, and others held aloft mystic wands that flung small blasts of magic that cracked and battered the tower's foundation. Each one of the diminutive figures wore a wooden mask over face, thick as a board and with a metal trim that made it resemble a shield with eyeholes cut out.
Standing amidst the army of enemy minions was one who towered over the rest, though still stood only half as tall as a human. At first glance, her blue skin made her resemble one of the minions, but as the serpent drew closer, it became clear that she was something different entirely, despite her small stature. She wore no mask to hide her child-like face and no hood to conceal the mop of snowy hair framing it. Likewise, she wore no blue shroud, but rather a dark-green military uniform. Or at least half of one. For some reason the creature had abandoned her trousers, giving the snake-woman a clear view of her pert buttocks clenching each time she fired the oversized cannon she was wielding.
"Yordlesss..." Cassiopeia hissed, baring claws and fangs and scurrying as fast as her serpentine body could carry her.
A force of allied minions were quick to arrive to defend the turret from the onslaught it endured, and were just as quick to be annihilated. A look of determination crossing her face, the yordle turned on the encroaching, purple minions and fired a barrage of cannonballs into their ranks. The little creatures were flattened beneath the massive spheres that shattered on impact, and those that survived were torn to shreds by the shrapnel they unleashed. Tristana then turned her attention back to the statue without missing a beat. Unperturbed by the deafening boom of her weapon, she pressed her assault, watching as the tower began to crack and crumble. The blue minions that surrounded it were falling quickly to its focused energy blasts, and it was a race to demolish the defensive construct faster than it could disintegrate the minion attack force. A race that the megling commando was winning quite handily.
Getting within range at last, Cassiopeia struck as quickly as her serpent-heritage was known for. Rearing back, she loosed a spray of violet venom into the dead center of the mass of tiny creatures. Those that were showered by the toxic fluid stopped their attack and clawed at their melting bodies in silent agony, while the rest grasped at their throats and began to choke on the poisonous miasma that rose up from the pool that was fast spreading outwards from where it impacted. Cassiopeia cheered inwardly as the minions fell one after another, but it was too little, too late. Even as they collapsed in the throes of death, the stone statue teetered and began to rumble loudly, having sustained too much damage. The magical energy that infused it faded away as it lost its shape, crumbling apart and falling to pieces that fractured and shattered against the ground.
Her target reduced to nothing more than rubble, Tristana was fast to acquire a new one. The poisonous mist was closing in on her, the yordle covering her mouth to mask her lungs against the toxic fumes. Her heavy weapon tilting downwards with only one arm to steady it, she fired it straight at her own feet, letting the explosive impact launch her high into the sky and away from the venomous miasma.
"Shit shit shi-" Cassiopeia looked up and cursed, caught like a deer in the headlights as Tristana sailed up and over her puddle of poison to crash land right on top of her. "Oof!" The world felt like it had gone into slow-motion as the yordle collided with her, lifting her legs so that her blue butt struck Cassie square in the chest, bowling her over.
"Heeey there! I remember you!" Tristana giggled as she pinned the snake to the ground, sitting atop her chest. Despite her small size, the yordle was packing an immense amount of weight that kept the naga from being able to throw her off. Dazed from the collision, it took her several seconds to identify the source of her weight as being something big and floppy that was now resting over the snake-woman's shoulder. Pressing one dainty hand to it, it felt fleshy and slightly spongy within her grip, and the yordle crooned when she squeezed it. "Ooooh, do that again!" Shaking off her daze, Cassiopeia's eyes snapped open when the fleshy slab throbbed in her grip. It was a dick! The yordle was packing a massive slab of cockmeat. No wonder she wasn't wearing any pants, she probably couldn't find a pair that would fit!
"What the hell- There's no way that that'sss real!" Cassiopeia screamed and let go of gargantuan flesh barrel, her tail thrashing and torso bucking wildly.
The snake-woman gave it her all, shoving and weaving along the ground to try and dislodge her, but the yordle wasn't giving an inch. She held on for a good while, squeezing her thighs tightly around her abdomen and grasping the naga's shoulder with one hand to steady herself, waving the other through the air while riding her like a bronco. "Yippee! Oh man, this takes me back to my days in training!" She squealed gleefully, her oversized girlmeat bouncing and slapping against the serpent's face. Pushing herself into the air, the serpent twisted her body in a desperate bid to hurl Tristana away, and the short-statured creature responded by relaxing her legs and lurching in the opposite direction, letting Cassiopeia twist and roll underneath her til she was riding atop her back. Cackling madly with the serpent wiggling in the dirt underneath her, Tristana moved quickly to subdue her. Grasping the back of her head with both hands, fingers grabbing hold of the leathery, cobra-themed headdress she wore and shoving her face into the soil.
Cassiopeia struggled and sputtered, twisting her head to the side and spitting out a mouthful of dirt, only for Tristana to shove her harder and pin her cheek to the ground. "You little vermin, let me go ssso I can rip out your entrailsss." She hissed furiously.
"Heehee, just like a snake to crawl through the mud on your belly." Tristana giggled, jabbing a knee into the serpent's spine and making her cry out in pain.
"Sssaaaahh! You little bitch! I swallow rodents like you whole for breakfast!" Cassiopeia shrieked and bucked, throwing her ass into the air while her tail thrashed from side to side.
Tristana sneered, her overly sensitive prick squeezed uncomfortably tight between her loins and the Du Couteau daughter's back. "That so? Well then, hope you skipped it today, cause I've got an awfully big brunch to offer you." Slamming Cassiopeia's head into the ground to daze her, the yordle hopped off and quickly circled around in front of her.
"Huzzuwha?" The serpent stammered, her glowing eyes briefly rolling around in a daze. By time her mental faculties were caught up, Tristana was standing over her head, hefting her mighty cum cannon with a hand far too tiny to properly grasp it, a glob of purple goo seeping from her urethra.
"It took me a while to figure it out, but you did this, didn't you? You left that other skanky slut for me as bait." Tristana spoke while stroking her cock, barely even able to keep it upright as it swelled into a hardon, the veiny skin pulling tauter and the mushroom head turning a dark shade of purple. "Hmph, I think it's high-time someone gave you a taste of your own medicine."
Cassiopeia moved to protest, but was silenced quicker than she could make a sound when the yordle's spongy battering ram smacked her lips. The bulging cum-slit dilated, squeezing out a thick glob of venom-tinged precum, large enough to completely fill the snake's mouth with a single drop. The massively bloated knob was itself half the size of Cassie's skull, and Tristana showed no reservation in smashing it up against her nose and mashing it against her lips.
Pressing palms into the dirt, the naga tried to push herself away, letting out a muffled cry as she did. The pint-sized commando wasn't taking no for an answer though, grabbing hold of her leathery hood and pulling back to keep her head in place. Cassiopeia's eyes looked up at her, as though to plead, but Tristana just pulled harder, forcing her full lips wider and trying to wedge her tip in between them.
"I always heard snakes can dislocate their jaws to swallow their prey whole. Let's see if you can too!" Gritting her teeth and grunting, the yordle pulled tighter on Cassie's hood, flexing her tiny ass and pushing her hips forward. Her blunt, throbbing girl-meat smashing the serpent's lips again and again, occasionally slipping to the side and smearing violet fluid along her cheek. The slimy goo made the naga cringe, but she refused to open her maw for the insistent yordle, even after she took to slapping her a few times.
"Oh come onnnn, I heard you do this kinda thing all the time!" Tristana pouted. Cassiopeia's reputation as a diplomatic escort was well known, even as far south as Bandle City, and many a yordle ambassador had fantasized about getting a taste of Noxian 'diplomacy', but to no luck. The strength-valuing city-state did not have a high opinion of yordles.
The naga woman hissed and narrowed her eyes. "I'd sssoo-" she started to say before being cut off when her lips formed an O. Giving her hood another tug, Tristana shoved forward with all her might, managing to wedge the soft, spongy flesh of her cockhead just past the snake's lips. It was just a little bit, barely even an inch, but it was enough to block Cassiopeia from shutting her mouth again. Interrupted so rudely mid-speech, the naga's tongue was still flapping, slapping against Tristana's cum-slit while her voice was muffled by the fleshy seal. Indignantly, Cassie tried to pull back far enough to seal her lips, but the yordle just kept pushing and pulling, not letting her bring her head back. A goofy smile was spreading across her face, the forked tongue tickling her oh-so-sensitive crown and leaving her to drool a little bit. "Yeaaah, that's more like it..." she hummed.
Slowly, Tristana's incessant prodding, her cock's relentless push forward, forced Cassiopeia to open wider. Her maw being pried open by sheer force, the yordle's blunt prick forced her lips to strain and stretch around it. At one point, the naga's large fangs might've at least been able to halt her progress, but her turgid shaft was so grotesquely swollen by the serpent's venom, so massive and stiff, that even Cassiopeia's teeth didn't seem able to deter her. Instead, her serpentine aspects betrayed her. Just like a snake, the naga's oversized fangs were retractable, and against her will that swollen length was pushing them back, forcing them to lay flat against the roof of her mouth, and leaving her with no obstacle to her blowjob save for the limits of Cassiopeia's jaw. And just as the yordle predicted, those limits were quite generous indeed.
Gritting her teeth and pressing onward, Tristana held on tightly to the back of Cassiopeia's skull, forcibly widening her jaw to slowly cram her pole past her lips. The naga strained and struggled, her claws scrabbling against the ground for some leverage, carving grooves into the dirt and tearing up handfuls of grass. An inch at a time, the short statured creature squeezed that veiny monstrosity into the DuCouteau daughter's maw, her cheeks swollen and bulging around it while her forked tongue was completely pinned and immobilized by its enormous girth.
Cassiopeia's eyes glowed fiercely, narrowed to slits as more and more space in her skull was being occupied by the yordle's gargantuan prick. The sheer size of it proved to be too large of a strain, her jaw silently dislocating to accommodate it. Thankfully not a problem for a serpent like herself but something that would have been incredibly painful for an ordinary human. There were times her curse came in handy after all. Even though the penetration was painless for her, the naga seethed with rage and humiliation. She glowered up at her tormentor. If only the little bitch would look down at her, to meet her cold, eerie gaze... Revenge would be hers in an instant. Tristana was either too clever or too naive to realize however, as she just stared off into space, the goofiest, giddiest grin spread across her features, tongue hanging down past her lips like a dog. She was utterly enamoured by the wonderfully tight sensation of Cassiopeia's throat.
So wet, so firm... It was the tightest fit Tristana had ever felt wrapped around her dick. The deeper she forced her schlong down her gullet, the further her powerful neck muscles constricted around it. If the poison flowing through her dick's veins didn't make her dick unnaturally hard and dense, she'd worry about it being crushed by such a snug hole. Instead, the pleasant feel just left her spasming blissfully, her toes and fingers curling. Her biceps flexed with all her might, insistently pulling Cassie's head closer to her crotch, determined to sink her monster of a cock all the way into her belly.
With every inch that slipped past Cassie's stretched lips, the obscene bulge in her neck grew larger, travelling further down the length of her throat. Such a lewd shape, the naga lifted a hand to caress her poor neck, feeling every vein lining the shaft through her taut skin.
Her touch elicited a delightful cry from Tristana. "Ooh, sweet! Do that again, that felt goooood!" She cackled in her childish tone, giving her hips a sharp buck and plunging ever deeper into her maw. There was only a few inches left to go, half a foot of dickmeat all that separated the snake's mouth from the small creature's snowy pubic bush.
Despite her large endowment, there was no gagging, no coughing or choking from the irritated naga. No convulsions to milk her pole, only the welcoming friction of her dick sliding through Cassie's slick esophagus. Though being part-snake clearly had a lot to do with it, both women liked to think she was just that practised at sucking dick, even if Tristana's was the last dick Cassiopeia wanted to be swallowing. Or tasting. Her blue-tinged shaft bore the strong, salty taste of sweat all down the length of it, the underside of it sliding along the noxian woman's tongue the entire way down.
At last, after several long minutes of painfully slow progress, Tristana's balls clapped softly against Cassiopeia's chin, the naga's nose buried amidst her wiry white hairs and flattened against her pelvis. The yordle threw an arm up into the air and cheered, revelling in the warm, gooey sensation of the snake-woman's drool spilling past her lips and soaking her hefty nuts. "Yeah! Heehee, I knew you could do it!" Tristana giggled.
Eyes still filled with rage, Cassiopeia lifted a trembling hand out of the dirt, her long, sharp nails reaching for Tristana's thigh, but the yordle just brushed her hand aside without even looking down at her. Her dick was lodged so firmly in the snake's snug, wet hole that she didn't need to hold her head in place anymore anyways.
"Now to just..." Tristana grimaced, pressing her small, stubby hands to Cassie's shoulders. "...start pounding..." She tried to pull her hips back, grunting from the strain. "...this tight little mouthpussy..." She pushed the serpent and tried to pull herself back with all the strength in her stout little frame, gritting her teeth from the effort. "Nnnnnnggh!" Cassiopeia's eyes opened a little bit wider, brow wrinkling in displeasure at being manhandled so roughly. A few moments of struggle were soon followed by Tristana panting and trying to catch her breath, a worried expression on her face. "Oh, uuhhmm, I uh, I think I'm stuck." She glanced downwards, but not far enough to meet the serpent-lady's gaze, just staring at her smooth, bare back while pondering her next move.
'Oh for fuck's sake...' Cassiopeia thought to herself, rolling her eyes and giving a little flick of her tail. 'Always the same, a giant dick doesn't mean shit if you don't know how to use it.'
Planting her palms flat on the ground, Cassie lifted herself up into the air and narrowed her eyes again. Forgetting the indignity for a moment, she was determined to show Tristana just why the noxian courtesan was so far out of her league. With practised precision, she clenched the muscles at the entrance to her throat, as if trying to swallow Tristana's enormous dong whole, then relaxed them while tightening other muscles further down her neck, then easing up again just to squeeze further down. Her throat convulsed, her muscles rippling throughout her grotesquely stretched neck, all the way through her esophagus, down her entire body until even her tail seemed to coil and tighten up, then back up the length of her body. Without ever even moving her head, the naga's experienced muscles worked the entirety of Tristana's length in fluid, rippling movements, tightening from the base to the sensitive, spongy crown, relaxing, then repeating in reverse, squeezing from the head of her cock back to the base.
Tristana shuddered, a shiver shooting up her spine as Cassiopeia so expertly milked her dick. Her knees trembled and it became a struggle to stay standing. The poison that enlarged her dick already made things extra sensitive to begin with, making the naga's experienced muscle control overwhelming to withstand. Her willpower fading fast, the yordle tried to buck and thrust, but Cassiopeia was having none of it, her tight, constricting throat gripping her dick entirely too hard. She couldn't budge even one single inch within the tight hole she'd mistakenly jammed her dick into. Whenever she tried to pull back, Cassie's whole body lurched forward with her, her breasts swaying and bouncing beneath her. No matter what the yordle did, she stayed latched onto her cock like a leech. All the while her throat muscles kept trying to milk her. It felt like she was trying to pull her even deeper into that hot, sticky maw.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...!" Tristana's shrill curses and moans were like music to Cassie's ears. Let people think she was a monster, she'd STILL be the most desirable woman in all of Valoran. Nobody could compete with her skills. Keeping one hand flat against the ground to brace herself, she raised the other to cup one of Tristana's heavy, dangling cannonballs, hefting it in her palm and squeezing the fragile sphere. She rolled it around in her hand, sharp nails so lightly scratching the wrinkled skin that held it, while the yordle continued to spasm and twitch. How easily the tables turned, the serpent remarked. Nobody with a cock could resist her charms, be they man or 'woman' or yordle.
Spittle soaked Cassiopeia's chin, the warm slime smearing across Tristana's sack with every failed thrust, her balls swinging back and forth like pendulums to smack Cassie's wet chin loudly. Unable to make any headway bucking her hips, the yordle released her grip on the naga, grabbing hold of her small, perky tits instead. She squeezed them roughly, massaging her sensitive chest and quickly losing her mind to the pleasure. It wasn't bad enough that the poison made every nerve in her dick so much more responsive, but it had also completely blocked and ruined her last orgasm, leaving her with a twitchy hair-trigger. She had wanted so badly to take it out on the snake-lady and give her a taste of her own medicine, but it wasn't bothering her at all! At this rate, she was gonna accidentally discharge her hefty cumcannon too soon.
"Fuck fuck fuck, gonna shoot, gonna shoot!" Tristana squealed, her voice getting shrill and squeaky. Doubling over, her heavy sac pulled tight against her body, shrinking in Cassiopeia's hand as a massive weight was lifted from them. Encouraged by this, the serpent redoubled her efforts, her throat muscles rippling faster, tighter, constricting the veined monster within its slimy, wet prison. Her throat gripping and stroking every inch of sweaty meaty, squeezing the sensitive glans and every bundle of hyper-sensitive nerves.
Like a bursting dam, the deluge that followed was fast and overwhelming. Tristana's cock swelled, the thick cumvein lining the underside developing an obscene bulge from the sheer quantity of fluid passing through. It was as though somebody had turned on a firehose, cum erupting from the tip in a thick, powerful spray. Tinted violet thanks to Cassiopeia's toxic venom, the yordle's semen fired straight into her belly in large, powerful spurts. Shooting straight into her stomach, the naga was thankful she wouldn't have to taste the bitter ballsnot. Each powerful jet of semen felt like a punch to her gut, making her wince in discomfort, the force of Tristana's orgasm alone nearly enough to finally dislodge the two. Cassie's belly, normally so flat and toned, quickly lost its shape, expanding outwards from the flood of poisonous spunk. Before long it was bloated enough to drag along the ground, sloshing loudly, cum and poison churning together inside. As huge as her load was though, it wasn't endless. The steady spray began to taper off, reduced to 'mere' quarter-sized ropes of jizz that spurt from her tip with each throbbing pulse of her dick.
Tristana's eyes glazed over, rolling up so far into her skull that her pupils vanished entirely. She foamed at the corners of her mouth, drooling all down her chin as she finally achieved the orgasm she'd been denied before, and then some. Every pulse, every spurt of cum had a purging effect on her body, draining her heavily bloated balls and her swollen cock of the poisonous fluid she'd been infected with. Being the source of the toxin herself, Cassiopeia was completely unphased by the venom, save for the sheer quantity of it that was fast filling her ballooning belly. For Tristana though, the effect of being drained was noticeable and profound. Her dick shrivelled at an incredible rate, shrinking and deflating even while she was still cumming; her mammoth endowment returning to its original size. Sliding back up Cassiopeia's throat as it shrank, leaking a steady stream of ballslime the entire way up. The swollen bulge in Cassie's neck vanished, to be replaced by the one in her abdomen. The naga's throat never seemed to get any looser though, even as Tristana's dick lost over fifty percent of its size and mass, her serpentine esophagus simply squeezing tighter, and tighter, to produce the same crushing sensation, until at last the yordle's dick was simply too small to keep invading her throat at all. It retracted until it rested limply atop her tongue, dribbling the last few globs of semen right onto it, in case the naga truly believed she'd get away without having to taste her jizz, wincing from the bitterness of her own venom.
Her whole body having gone rigid and tense from the strength of her orgasm, when at last it faded Tristana's limbs suddenly felt like goo. Her legs shook and gave way beneath her, dropping her down onto her bottom. She reached her hands back behind her to steady herself, though they were just as shaky and weren't much support. Head tilted back, she felt sweat running down her brow. Her tongue was STILL hanging loose, while she panted heavily, her breathing laboured. "Wooooooooooow... That was intense!" She wheezed.
Finally freed of the beast that had been holding it down, Cassiopeia's tongue was mobile once more. Immediately it curled around Tristana's crown, swirling around her head and tormenting the sensitive gland, knowing the feeling would be downright painful so soon after orgasm. Hell, without it keeping her fangs pinned anymore, there was nothing to keep her from just biting the yordle's dick, though the serpent had other plans instead.
"Ouch! H-hey, st-stop that!" Tristana winced in pain. "Th-that's sensitive, don't you know?" She lowered her gaze to glare at Cassiopeia, and in that instant the naga had her.
Their gazes met, eyes locked on one another. The naga opened her maw wide enough for Tristana's dick to fall free of her lips, resting limp against her thighs and shiny with spit. The yordle stared into her eerily glowing eyes for a moment too long, and from them came a brief flash of yellow light. Cassiopeia screamed in victory. Her cry, a shrill, ear-piercing mixture of a hiss and a shriek, made her shudder and her blood run cold.
Tristana jaw dropped and her eyes widened. She tried to scream herself, but the sound died quickly in her throat. Summoning all the strength she had, she leaped to her feet and raised her arms to defend herself, but it was entirely too late. In mere seconds, her soft flesh turned to hardened stone and bright blue skin changed to the drab grey of granite. The yordle was petrified in an instant, and left standing there with a slack-jawed look of horror on her face.
Wordlessly, Cassiopeia watched the transformation, wiping her mouth with the back of an arm, smearing spit and cum down the length of it. Lifting herself up off the ground, she wobbled uncomfortably for a moment, her massively bloated belly nearly knocking her off balance. Cradling it with both hands, she glanced down at herself in disgust while giving her pregnant-looking stomach a jiggle, listening to all the cream slosh around inside of her.
"Ugh, look at thisss... Now I'm gonna be fat and hideousss until thisss ssstuff digessstsss." Cassiopeia held a hand to her brow and sighed, eyes shut in disdain. Turning to gaze towards the petrified yordle, her lips curled into a wicked sneer. "Well, I sssuppose we can always jussst cover it up."
It took her a few minutes of searching around to find the yordle's belongings, the small creature having dropped them off to the side of the road before sieging the tower. Amongst them was little of value, save for a satchel full of cannonballs for that large cannon of hers. The real one that was. With her sharp claws, it was easy to slice the straps off of the bag, bringing them back to her new yordle lawn ornament.
Cassiopeia was surprised to find hefting Tristana up into the air quite easy. The added weight of her stone skin was nothing compared to what she lost in the crotch area. Tying the straps tightly to the statue's arms, she threw the loose ends over her shoulders and across her back, then reached behind to pull them forward again, tying them to Tristana's ankles. With a satisfied grin, she shifted and adjusted the stone yordle so that it rested there, strapped to her front like a piece of rock-solid armour.
"There, that should do. No senssse letting a perfectly good shield go to wassste." The serpent exclaimed, tugging her new chest piece a bit lower down her midsection. "Hmm, ssstill a bit loose. Oh, I know!" With a wicked smirk, she brought her sharp talons down low, her nails scraping over the petrified creature's granite flesh. Briefling trailing over Tristana's now quite miniscule (comparatively) cock, she showed no gentleness, her claws making a sound like nails on a chalkboard, wondering if the yordle could still feel anything... Her hand soon passed under her dick, cradling her smooth rocks underneath, and probing a finger just past, searching for...
Her index finger passed by a small opening, a few hardened folds that weren't quite fully sealed, owing to the creature's arousal when it was petrified. Aha! She knew the little creature had to have at least SOME trace of femininity. They had to breed somehow, even if the females preferred to be on the giving end.
Still smiling, the naga pressed her finger to her folds, gingerly slipping the sharp nail inside, where the hard, rocky flesh suddenly gave way to a soft, tender tunnel. Her petrifying spell only encased the outermost layer of her prey in hard, stone shell, while leaving the insides just as soft and living as ever. Which was perfect for her current needs, of which she had many...
As distasteful as being forced to please a yordle was, Cassiopeia had to admit, the sheer size of her maleness had been a little bit... Exciting. Alas, her own needs had gone unattended to. Now it was her turn to see just how well Tristana could handle large objects.
The naga tilted her head back and hissed softly. Slowly, her twin lengths peeked out from her slit, the two flexible shafts slithering out from their confinement. Tapered and perfectly smooth, they glistened in the light, coated with a thin sheen of natural lubricant. Normally Cassiopeia preferred to toy with her lovers a little bit first, but for Tristana she harboured none of the same affection that she had held for Katarina. Besides, an immobilized statue was hardly as much fun to play with. Her twin hemipenes writhed through the air, the duo probing the yordle's nethers eagerly. Smearing their slimy lube across her gray bottom and just behind her stiff, solid balls, it didn't take long for one of them to meet up with Cassie's finger, the naga slipping her digit out to replace it with her flexible, yet still rigid cock. The naga's eyes narrowed to slits, her shaft pressing against the yordle's femsex, wiggling against it insistently, squeezing its way past her hardened labia to spear her velvety soft innards with a moan.
Her second length had an altogether different target in mind. It squirmed between Tristana's butt cheeks, spreading its slimy coating all along the inside of her ass crack until it was a slippery mess. The narrow, smooth tip soon found the wrinkled crevice hidden back there, the yordle's tight backpassage. Squeezing in there would be a far more difficult task, but Cassiopeia was more than up to the challenge. It wouldn't be the first time she'd managed to squeeze herself into an outfit several sizes too small for her. She chuckled to herself, her pointed cockhead mashing insistently against Tristana's opening. Claws grasping the small creature's sides, she grunted and pulled it closer to her loins, her serpentine coils bucking and undulating, grinding her pelvis into the yordle's bottom. It took a great deal of effort and strain, the naga gritting her teeth from the struggle, but her shaft possessed a great deal of dexterity and flexibility. Aided greatly by the generous coating of lube, it managed to narrow itself just enough to squeeze through the incredibly tight opening, and into the softer, stretchier passageway beyond.
"Aaaah!" Cassiopeia's jaw dropped, exhaling a sigh once she finally felt that crushing tightness gripping her shaft. "Hmhmhmm, so, what do you think makes a tighter cocksleeve? My throat or your body?" Cackling madly, the naga brought a hand to Tristana's cheek, stroking her face lightly, frozen in an expression of horror. Rippling her body, she thrust forward and sank both lengths deeper into the yordle's holes. Tristana's interior was as soft and welcoming as her skin was hard, her holes simultaneously unyielding and pliant, the two tunnels each offering a different texture to envelop the snake-woman's lengths. For a creature of the yordle's small size, even one of Cassiopeia's shafts would've been a rather large insertion, but to take two of them, it was only the petrification spell that kept the two shafts from visibly stretching her stomach while slithering deeper within, rearranging her innards to make room instead.
Only once she felt her shafts bottoming out, Tristana's ass resting snugly against the base where the two members fused into one, was Cassiopeia at last satisfied. The statue balancing atop her poles, its weight suspended by the straps over her shoulders, the naga breathed a relaxed sigh knowing her new chestpiece was safely secured. Oh, and how convenient! The yordle's frightened posture left her outstretched arms posed just perfectly to obscure the lusty naga's nipples. Couldn't go around dressed indecently afterall.
The immediate threat to their base dealt with and her needs sated for the time being, Cassiopeia slithered off in search of new prey. Every motion, every swaying of her hips drove her cocks deep into Tristana's core and brought a giddy smile to the serpent's face. The yordle just blankly stared ahead, unable to move, to scream, to moan as her holes was stuffed again and again, her body wracked endlessly by mind-shattering ecstasy.
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"Oh come onnnnn Katarina, loosen up! Honestly, it's like you don't even want my cock in your ass." LeBlanc grit her teeth and tightened her hold on Kat's hips. The red-head kept clenching up, making it a strain to piston in and out of her snug backside. Occasionally when she'd pull out, the mage's prick would shimmer a strange, irridescent hue, briefly becoming transparent as it did so, before returning to it's meaty, fleshy appearance, betraying the magic used to create it.
As irritating as it was for LeBlanc to continuously work her pole into her tight rectum, for Katarina it was agonizing. Her nails dug into her palms, trying to distract herself from the pain with more pain elsewhere, her face a grimace while she gnashed her teeth together.
"Hey, how many times have I told you? No teeth!" LeBlanc snapped, her shaft briefly becoming ephemeral, just another illusion, as Katarina tried to bite down, chomping onto nothing but her own tongue and howling in pain. When she screamed, the witch's meatpole became solid again, quickly silencing her cries and letting the magician savour their vibrations.
With tears streaming down her cheeks, Katarina glanced up into her tormentor's face. Or one of them at least. They'd swapped places so many times she'd lost track of which LeBlanc was the original and which was merely a clone. What few differences in composure there might have been between the two had been erased over the last hour as each of them had worked themselves into a sweaty mess defiling Kat's body. Once immaculate make-up was smeared and running while both bodies glistened with perspiration, leaving the two mages completely identical. Hell, maybe they were both clones for all she knew.
Illusory or not, they both certainly FELT real, each burying a fat cock into either end of her.
"I swear, it's like she can't decide whether to give in or not." One LeBlanc spoke to the other. She was kneeling on the ground with thighs spread apart and pelvis thrust forward, upper body leaned back to get as full a view as possible of Katarina sucking her off. In one hand she held the end of a leash they had fastened for the girl, using it to pull her forward towards her crotch. Her entire body was wrapped in magical chains, completely binding and impeding her movements. A simple snap to the one looped around her throat like a collar was usually enough to bring her struggling back into line, LeBlanc found. The rest were more for... Decoration.
Her arms were pulled behind her back and bound in chain, having been like that so long now she'd lost feeling in them, while her wrists were tied together as well just for extra precaution. The chains looped around her heavy breasts, the icy metal pressing uncomfortably against her sensitive mammaries, squeezing them tightly enough that they swelled outwards and appeared even bigger. To completely immobilize her, Kat's legs were bent at the knees, with more of the metal links tying her ankles to her upper thighs, forcing her to lean forward into LeBlanc's crotch to stay on her knees.
None of this was necessary for LeBlanc to overpower Katarina, the witch just found it amusing to see her so utterly bound and helpless.
"I know! Obedient one second, misbehaving the next..." The one behind her grabbed a fistful of her fiery hair and shoved her face forward. At the same time, the one in front thrust her hips, driving her dick deep enough into the girl's throat to make her gag, wiry indigo hairs tickling the red-head's nose.
Not for the first time, Katarina's face reddened from lack of oxygen. Furious emerald eyes glared daggers at the witch before her, even as her body desperately tried to suck in air around her cock, breathing in her musk along with it. When LeBlanc finally did pull back to let her breathe, mucus and saliva spilled down her chin in thick, syrupy strands. The witch smirked, briefly admiring the sheen Kat's drool gave her dick, before plunging it in again to watch her gag and choke around it, the convulsions making her moan in delight.
The other LeBlanc was squatting behind the assassin, hands on her hips to keep Kat's ass upraised to greet her steady thrusts. Each one was greeted by the loud, lewd slapping of wet skin on skin, her pelvis smashing Katarina's cheeks and relentlessly drilling that veiny prick into her colon. Despite her complaints, Kat didn't think LeBlanc really minded how tight her rear was, otherwise the witch wouldn't keep going out of her way to stress her out. She was constantly shoving her forward, helping the other one to cut off her air, and then moaning in delight when Katarina's muscles spasmed uncontrollably.
Dragging the assassin's head back, the blowjob-loving LeBlanc gave her enough time for a single gasp before shoving her head back down to be smothered by her sweating nutsac. Throatslime and spittle mixed with preseminal fluid dribbled from her tip into Katarina's messy hair, while the mage's heavy fleshstaff rested against her forehead, leaving clear streaks smeared across her face.
"Come on Kat, worship me. I'll be the new ruler of Noxus soon afterall." She rasped, dragging Katarina's face up and down, leaving wet smudges everywhere. She absolutely adored that hateful look on her face, the one she wore constantly even while kissing LeBlanc's cockhead with a wet pop. She knew there was no point in resisting, the mage would get what she wanted even if she needed to use magic to do so. The witch grinned madly, and shoved her face down again, holding her there until she could make her captor's magical balls sparkle and shine with her spit.
"Oooh, I think she enjoys sucking on our nuts! Her ass just got nice and loose!" The second witch cackled. In truth, Katarina was only able to relax that little not because there was nothing obstructing her airway. That was shortlived however when LeBlanc started moving faster, plowing balls deep into her asshole. She groaned, her fat pole sliding into Kat's depths, the gritty texture carressing her sensitive shaft.
The pained wail Katarina let loose was muffled by the magician's balls. Her backdoor burned from the friction, twitching around LeBlanc's thick spear. Searing pain lanced through her, asshole weakly trying to clench and repel the intruder. Even that seemed to take more strength than she had though. Muscles strained to the point of wear and tear, they simply had nothing left to resist with. LeBlanc's furious, jackhammering thrusts just wrecked her asshole, leaving her wrapped around the mage's length like a loose fitting glove.
Legs growing weary from staying squatted so long, LeBlanc groaned in discomfort, yet she wouldn't dare put her knees in the dirt just to fuck a worthless whore like Katarina. Throwing more of her weight forward, she leaned into the red-head with every slam of their hips, transitioning into shorter, faster thrusts that kept their thighs flush together, bearing as much of her weight down onto Kat as possible.
"Oh, wait before you do that," the first LeBlanc scowled. "I wanted to feel her lips on my knob again." Thanks to the second's impatience, she was forced to shimmy backwards to drag their slave's face away from her delicate spheres. Not that she couldn't have savoured that all day, but she was much more eager to bust a nut down her throat and watch her gag on her cum.
Running her fingers through Kat's tangled locks, LeBlanc forced her head back, to look up into the illusionist's face. So different from earlier, where she'd seemed so willing to give in, now the assassin seemed to just stare ever-so-defiantly. That pleased her greatly. She had worried that somebody else had already broken the assassin's spirit before she got there, and she so wanted to do that herself.
"Open wide now," LeBlanc cooed, pinching the bridge of Katarina's nose to stifle her breathing. The moment she begrudgingly parted her lips to breathe, LeBlanc's dick slipped inside again. "That's a good girl."
"Glk!" Katarina's short cry came out little more than a muffled gag, a sound that repeated again and again. LeBlanc ground her pelvis into her face, pulling back lazily only to followup with a short, fast thrust. "Glk! Gluk! Ulk!" The assassin sputtered repeatedly, spitting up more sticky, goopy strands of saliva each time and making a wet mess of the magician's crotch.
"Tsk tsk, such lewd sounds Katarina. Have you no shame?" LeBlanc cackled, just before the woman's convulsing throat triggered a loud, long-lasting moan. The noises were joined by the second LeBlanc's heaving grunts between grit teeth, sawing her length in and out of Kat's rear, and the meaty thwack her hips made each time they collided with her bruised behind. Capped off by the clinking of metal clicking together, the chains rattling, it all added up to create a perverted cacophany, the dirty soundtrack to Katarina's rape.
Their voices growing higher in pitch, the two LeBlancs both leaned over their captive. Breaths growing more and more uneven, they both gasped and heaved between perverted moans and strained grunts. The one in front moved both hands to rest atop Katarina's skull, holding her still while steadily grinding into her face, her breasts bouncing softly while hunched over the girl's face. The one behind took the leash in her right hand and pulled on it, taking over where the other left off. Pressing her other palm into Kat's spine, she held her down while arching her own back in ecstasy. Her bosom was more wild in its swaying, her whole body rocking along with Katarina's, her eyes shut tight and teeth clenched.
Panting heavily, LeBlanc lifted a hand from Katarina's crimson tresses, her fingers cupping her mirror image's chin. Tilting her head to meet her gaze, the two witches gazed longingly into each other's eyes. Their own eyes. Truly, LeBlanc had only one equal in this rotten world. Herself. As one, they leaned in, lips grazing past one another, then meeting in earnest. They moved in unison, hilting inside Katarina's body simultaneously, drilling into her together from either end. Ignoring the poor woman spit-roasted between them, they embraced one another in a passionate kiss, tongues outstretched to greet each other. Swirling and wrestling together, their slick tongues intertwined. One's teeth grazed her twin's lips, nibbling at it gently.
Pulling back from the kiss, a few strings of saliva still tethered their mouths briefly. The front LeBlanc's eyelids fluttered, grinding more insistently into Kat's mouth. "Ahn! I'm... At my peak... I'm gonna cum soon!"
The second seemed to be just as near. Of course she would be, the two were mirror images of one another afterall. "Mmmnh... Come on then, let's fill this slut together."
The twins thrusts were in pitch perfect harmony, hilting as deep inside their captive as they could go. They held her down, speared between the two of them, nothing more than a toy to be shared between the two, a tool to let two doms make love to one another. The two magically endowed women leaned in for one last kiss, embracing one another in a lewd exchange of saliva and moaning aloud. Their cocks throbbed, pulsating with whatever magic substituted for the blood in their veins. Then, as one, they both erupted, spurting thick strands of sticky, white syrup that filled the assassin's stomach from both ends.
Katarina's eyes widened so far they looked like they would pop out of her skull. The first powerful jets firing straight down her throat and up her rectum. Her eyes watered, feeling a renewed urge to gag and retch, forced to swallow around LeBlanc's dick and simply hope she wouldn't drown in her spunk. She couldn't gulp it down fast enough to keep up with the mage's unnatural potency, each wad of cum following too fast on the heels of the one that came before. With all the consistency of glue, it fast started to back up in her throat, overflowing and filling her mouth with the salty, bitter taste. God forbid the witch use her magic to make it taste any better. By the fifth spurt, Katarina simply gave up trying to drink it all. Her tear-filled eyes rolling upwards and her cheeks stuffed full of jizz, it fast spilled out from the corners of her lips and gushed from her nose in viscous, bubbling streams, soaking into LeBlanc's crotch and making a warm, sticky mess all over her neatly trimmed landing strip and her churning ballsack.
Her back-end wasn't having any easier time holding the magician's load either. Her puckered opening was tighter, leaving less room for LeBlanc's spunk to escape, but the mage had pounded her so loose and worn that even her clenched ring of muscle couldn't keep all of her rapist's cream inside. A trickle of off-white jizz slowly dribbled out, the flood that was fast filling her ass only prevented from escaping by the fat cock blocking its way.
"Mnnnff... That's not a bad start." LeBlanc groaned. Glancing down at the bitch suffocating on her dick, she rolled her eyes at Katarina's incompetence and pulled out before she choked to death. She made sure to pause with just the crown left in her mouth, resting in a pool of her own semen and firing one last squirt right atop Katarina's tongue. Satisfied, she slipped her dripping, slime-covered cock the rest of the way out. Giving Kat a good smack on the face with it, it made a loud, wet splat, resting against the girl's cheek while the mage rested to catch her breath.
Her twin stayed embedded within Katarina's ass a little bit longer, savouring the once-tight confines that still hugged her shaft so wonderfully. Sighing woefully, she started to pulled out as well, likewise pausing with her cockhead still clutched between those lovely buns. Squeezing the base of her dick, she admired the glistening sheen her cum gave it, before pulling it the rest of the way out with a pop.
Even after everything that had already happened today, Katarina was amazed that it was still possible to heap new indignities upon her. Her ass was left gaping open upon LeBlanc's exit, a torrent of the witch's seed spilling out and running down down her ass, trickling steadily down to pool in the dirt between Kat's knees. Her face was flushed red, humiliated and disgusted by the warm, wet feeling leaking from her ruined rear.
"Alright, shove over, it's my turn." Katarina was left to fall flat on her face as LeBlanc stood up in front of her, no longer there for the chained-up girl to lean on. Practically elbowing her compatriot out of the way to get to their captive's behind, she slapped both hands atop her ass with a grin, pawing at her meaty cheeks and squeezing them between her fingertips. The sight of her twin's semen leaking from her stretched anus made the magician laugh, and she was quick to align her dick with Katarina's welcoming opening.
Despite having just orgasmed, both LeBlancs were still rock hard, and seemingly unphased by the increased sensitivity that afflicted most males. Afterall, both of their lengths were merely constructs of magic. Illusions made flesh. They were made entirely at the whim of the wicked mage. There was no need to make them 100% accurate to the real thing, she figured, not when doing so would only spoil her fun by forcing her to take a break. So it was that her dripping, spit and cum coated cock was still ready to go, and would be for as long as she had the energy to keep using it. And for the time being, she had plenty.
With a nasty grin on her face, LeBlanc spread her fellow's noxian's ass cheeks wide and plunged her cock straight inside. So amply lubed with her clone's seed and loosened by her work, she slid right inside with the greatest of ease, bottoming out in a single thrust and a loud squelch, eliciting nary even a grunt from the disgruntled Katarina. So slick and easy... And loose... Too easy. LeBlanc scowled, staring at the back of Katarina's head.
"You worthless slut! Tighten up!" Fuming, LeBlanc struck the assassin upside the back of her head. Katarina wailed in fresh pain, her muscles twitching and squeezing as hard as they could, but it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy the illusionist. "Ugh, you fucking wrecked her asshole!" LeBlanc raged, casting a finger at her double. "Now she's too loose."
Watching with a bemused look on her face, the second just laughed. Her hand stroking her slick, meaty rod, enjoying the repetitive schlick it made. "Then just use the other hole, it's not like she doesn't have more."
Schlorp. LeBlanc yanked her pole backwards, another stopped up deluge of cum oozing out after her. Sitting back on her heels, she dragged Katarina up into her lap so that her pale breasts were pressed against Kat's back. The metal bindings felt like ice against her exposed nipples, making her shiver while goosebumps formed all over. Her cock bobbed in the air, lilting backwards to lay across Katarina's stomach, giving the woman a good view of just how far it would reach inside of her. All the way to her womb.
"Hmph, the whore's probably been fucked so much today, her cunt is probably even worse off than her ass," LeBlanc grumbled, reaching around her captive, fingers stroking her outer labia and toying with her folds.
"I..." Katarina rasped, her voice hoarse from the abuse her throat had just been put through.
"Oh?" Both LeBlancs paused, looking at their playtoy curiously.
"I'm going to..." Her eyes were screwed shut, doing her best not to react to LeBlanc's fingertips playing with her folds.
"Oh look, she's trying to speak! How cute!" The mage behind her cooed, teasing the girl's clit and rubbing it vigorously. "Going to what? Going to cum? Going to be a good little toy?"
Eyes glowering fiercely, Katarina stared straight up into the manic eyes of the LeBlanc in front of her, not even deigning a response to the one behind. "I'm going to fucking kill you. I'll rend th-Aack!" The chain tightened around Katarina's neck, interrupting her threat. The mage behind her pulled on the leash until she choked.
"Tsk tsk, naughty naughty Kat" LeBlanc scolded her. "Honestly, are you this rebellious with all of your rapists, or just me? I'd have figured we'd be past this by now."
The one in front narrowed her eyes angrily, before her lips cracked into a wide grin. "You know, even if her pussy is just a worn-out canyon, there's still a way we could make it nice and tight again." Crouching down, she slipped her hands between Kat's heels and her thighs, grabbing her by the ankles and lifting. In unison, both mages stood, hefting Katarina easily into the air between them.
"Oh? And what might that be?" LeBlanc's double asked, feigning ignorance, as she already suspected what the other had in mind. Great minds think alike afterall, especially when they're one and the same.
Katarina scowled, the two rapists fumbling about, positioning her higher between them, so that the LeBlanc behind could ease her down onto her waiting cock. Just as they had suspected, her shaft slid easily into Kat's sex, though in part this was because the assassin was utilizing every ounce of willpower and muscle control she possessed to make the experience as unsatisfying as possible. Then Katarina felt the second cock pushing against her slit, and panic set in.
"Oh! I just felt her squeeze!" LeBlanc cried exuberantly, a pleasant shudder running through her. "I think she likes this idea." Her twin's shaft pressed against hers, the thick, fleshy poles rubbing together.
"No! No, stop! What the hell are you doing?!" Katarina shrieked, trying to move, to buck, to thrash, to do anything at all, but the chains were as restrictive as they were tight. She was completely immobilized, save for her ability to give her hips a little twist, and that was hardly enough to stop the determined mage. "There's no way those are both going to fit!"
"Then we'll just have to make them fit." LeBlanc said, a dark undertone to her voice. Her fingers held her dick steady, squeezed firmly against her twin's. Her first two thrusts seemed to find no purchase, her shaft sliding upwards instead of in, but the magician wouldn't be deterred. Aiming it forward again, she slowly eased her hips forward, her cockhead parting Kat's lips to slide inside.
Immediately, the witch was treated to a sensation far tighter, squeezing her length so much harder than even her ass had. Katarina's tunnel was such a snug fit that she had to pause only a couple inches in to catch her breath and gather her strength. Surrounded on three sides by Kat's soft inner walls, they resisted and squeezed, pinning her shaft hard against her double's, so that the two cocks were grinding together inside. The one that was already inside just held her dick there, trying not to move too much, not until her twin had managed to join her. For the time being, she could simply enjoy the way that second dick scraped against hers, the hard, veiny slab of meat squishing against her own.
Katarina wailed in pain, her tunnel being forcibly stretched to accomodate the second intruder. Individually, LeBlanc wasn't quite as large as any of the other rapists she'd been forced to endure today, but combined their girth exceeded all others by a wide margin. Only Tristana could arguably have been considered wider, but the yordle's extreme growth hadn't occurred until after she'd dumped a load in Kat's love canal. With every inch she was forced to endure, her folds were spread further apart, her insides widening even while they were attempting to squeeze together.
LeBlanc hissed between clenched teeth. So incredibly tight... Such an unbelievably snug fit... Her and her double's stiff poles were being gripped too hard, pressed against one another so firmly. The undersides sliding against one another, smearing one another's cum all over each other's shafts and spreading it all throughout Katarina's passage, making it slippery enough to ease in even further still. Sadly, no matter how hard they tried, they would never fully bottom out within the girl's slit, at least not both at the same time. No matter how tightly they squeezed in together, squashing Katarina between them until their balls touched, there was simply not enough space to fit both inside. But they could come frighteningly close, just an inch each failing to make it all the way in.
"Stop, stooop! You're gonna split me in two!" Katarina howled, throwing her head back and foaming at the mouth.
"Oh goodie! Then there'd be one of you for each of us!" LeBlanc laughed, finally both reaching as deep as they would get. Each one stood on her toes, as if that tiny bit of added height would help them to thrust deeper into their shared cocksocket.
Katarina tried to scream again, but the twin mages paid her no more heed. They delighted in her agonized cries as they started to move. At first, there was no rhythm, no pattern to their movements, each simply taking what they could get. Their motions out of sync with one another, one would be thrusting upwards while the other was halfway out. Katarina's grip so tight around them that they were forced into going slowly while stretching her out. Their strained grunts and gasps of pleasure mingling with Kat's howls.
Their bodies were pressed so close to one another that Katarina could feel the other woman's breasts mashed against hers. LeBlanc's more modestly sized bosom pressing flat against her soft mounds, red and sore from the chains wrapped too tightly around their base. Sensitive nipples rubbed together, stiff little pebbles that ground each other down, eliciting little squeaks of joy from the mage. The other LeBlanc's pliant chest pillows kept heaving against her back, not quite able to feel them so prominently as they pressed into the chains. She didn't seem bothered at all by the cold steel that chilled her nerves, too focused on trying to squeeze what pleasure she could from Katarina's pussy.
Two sets of hands held Kat tightly, one at her waist and one on her thighs, pulling her down to greet their awkward, poorly timed thrusts. The domineering women gasped and clawed at her skin with their well-manicured nails, unconcerned what pain they caused in their pursuit of pleasure. Their faces wore masks of absolute bliss, while Katarina's was that of sheer agony, crying out for them to stop.
She could feel every vein that throbbed with blood grinding at her innards. The blunt mushroom tips pummeling her back to back like a pair of alternating battering rams. No matter how much it pained her though, she couldn't stop her body from reacting. Her juices started to flow, adding to the mix that already coated the two pistons pounding her. Thoughts immediately drifted to her encounter with Orianna, the psychotic robot drilling her until she couldn't distinguish between pleasure and pain anymore. Silently, she swore and cursed her. Her and every other vile creature that had taken her unwillingly throughout the day, breaking her down piece by piece... And despite being the only actual human to abuse her, LeBlanc was the most inhuman and vile of them all.
All of her assailants had used her, but the mage was the first one who truly seemed to view her as simply an object. A tool. A toy to be played with until she broke and then cast aside. It was her dark eyes that unnerved Katarina the most, never viewing her with anything less than absolute contempt, when she bothered to glance her way at all. Despite her being sandwiched between them and stuffed by their twin malehoods, the two mages seemed to just stare right through her, gazing longingly at their reflection. As though the only partner worthy of her love was herself, but would never deign the indignity of letting herself get fucked.
Katarina was just her proxy.
LeBlanc's magical endowment teased her double's. Thick cumveins were pressed together, sawing in and out of Katarina's gaping sex, her pussy squelching lewdly. The swollen crowns scraped one another's sensitive glans so that both rapists were moaning near-constantly, grinding their loins together within their shared fuckhole. They gasped and panted, peering at one another over Katarina's shoulder, tongues extended, leaning in to embrace in another passionate kiss. Their hands shifted, sliding over Katarina's thighs and jockeying for position like they were fighting over a piece of meat. Where their lips met, their tongues swirled around, wrestling with one another for the right to probe the other's mouth. Evenly matched as they were, it was a struggle that would go nowhere, the dainty pink organs swirling around, sliding overtop one another, sharing the occasional wet smack. Losing herself into the kiss, a little bit of her drool spilled down LeBlanc's chin, though from which one it was hard to tell. Each time they broke the liplock to gasp for air, stray strands of spit still tethered their tongues, keeping them connected until they were ready to resume.
A slight pang of jealousy struck Katarina, making her wince. Not that she wanted any affection from LeBlanc, but it was certainly a far more loving gesture than any she had received in a long time. Even if the quasi-incestual narcissism of the display sickened her to the core.
Their pace quickening, the two LeBlancs finally seemed to find a rhythm, their bucking hips falling in sync. One thrust in as the other was pulling out, deriving extra joy from the friction of them sliding past one another. Their alternating movements left Katarina filled constantly, never a moment when she didn't have a thick cock spearing her netherlips and splitting her insides.
Again she found herself digging nails into her palms, the pain a pleasant distraction from her current ordeal. How she longed to dig them into LeBlanc's flesh instead, but the chains kept her bound, inhibited. Her legs were numb from being awkwardly bent for so long. Each breath came as a wheezing gasp, the occasional tug of the leash cutting off her airflow.
Just as it seemed that Katarina was adjusting at last to the splitting pain of being double-teamed, one LeBlanc paused her hips for the briefest of moments. Only a second really, but in that second, the other mage pulled out as well, so that when she next thrust forward, they did so together. Their twin staffs lunging with equal speed and force, Katarina wailing anew as the double girth parted her vaginal walls wider, reaching almost to her cervix. Picking up the pace exactly where she left off, the twin sorceresses went from alternating to pounding her in unison, their balls clapping together.
"God... So tight... How did we never think of this before?" LeBlanc gasped. Her hands rose to Katarina's shoulders, pushing her down while the one behind worked to keep holding her up.
"Well, we never had such an eager slut before, did we?" The other seemed to purr, reaching for Katarina's ear with her teeth. Catching her lobe between them, she nibbled it a little bit, murmuring to her quietly. "Mnnff, that's right, you're our little whore, aren't you Katarina? Aren't yooouuu?"
Katarina detested the way she spoke to her, talking down to her like one would a child or an animal. "I will see you hung by your own entrails." She said with bared teeth.
"Oh my my, making threats now are we?" LeBlanc looked taken aback, a false expression of shock about her visage. "Oh dear, you'd better be nicer to me Kat. You wouldn't want to be raising a child all on your own, would you?"
The girl's eyes widened. "Wh-what the hell are you babbling about now?"
The LeBlanc in front cupped Katarina's cheeks in her palms, holding her head steady and forcing her to gaze into the sorceress's eyes. "Why, when I knock you up of course." She gave an exceptionally hard thrust, leaving Katarina feeling like she'd just been punched in the gut. "This wonnnderfullllll tool of mine..." She moaned, feeling her captive squeeze tighter. "...is remarkably effective."
"It's -Ngh!- just an illusion!" Katarina grunted, gritting her teeth. "Fake, just like everything else about you."
"Hmm, perhaps..." LeBlanc did her best to hold a neutral expression on her face, albeit one marred by sweat dripping from her brow and strands of dishevelled hair falling into her face. "But then, tell me Kat, does it FEEL fake?" The two mages thrust in together, pulling Katarina down hard onto their perfectly identical poles and making her scream. "I-I c-can assure yoooouuuu... It's juuuuust as potent and -Mnnnf!- virile as the real thing." LeBlanc shuddered and groaned, her and her clone plowing the girl's pussy, their shafts squeezed together tightly.
"Ngh! Y-you're lying!"
"Maybe... That is my specialty afterall." LeBlanc's smirk chilled Katarina's blood. "I guess we'll just have to wait eight months to find out!"
Thrusts picking up speed, Katarina bounced and shook in LeBlanc's hold. Both were still moving in perfect harmony, their bodies colliding with hers, bashing her pelvis between the two of them. The witch still held Kat's head in place, their gazes hanging on each other for several long moments. Then, slowly, LeBlanc's eyes started to waver. Her pupils seemed to twitch, starting to roll upwards. Her lips curled, morphing from a contemptuous smirk into a blissful, goofy grin. Katarina had no choice but to watch her spasming face, first with revulsion, then curiosity, and finally in terror, as realization dawned upon her. That expression... Oh god she was about to...!
"No, no no no! Stop!"
With a guttural moan of sheer delight, both LeBlanc's finally managed to squeeze in that final inch, their cocks meeting at the base as they finally sheathed their lengths entirely within Katarina's snatch. Their members twitched and throbbed, pulsating in tune with one another. The plump vein running along the underside swelled with its oncoming payload. The pressure they put on each other was nearly enough to block the flow, interrupting it only long enough that their cumshots came out staggered.
First one, then the other, both staffs let loose their magic-infused payloads. Each fired off within Katarina's poor, stretched tunnel, pumping thick, goopy wads of spunk that painted her inner walls white. Like a pair of fire hoses being let loose inside of her, spraying their seed throughout her core. Jets of semen lanced through the narrow opening to her cervix, carrying with them the possibility of virile, magical sperm on the hunt for her eggs.
The seconds dragged on so long they felt like minutes passing by, with Katarina crying out in hatred and disgust. Whether she wanted it or not, each 'partner' she'd had today had brought her to her peak along with them, but there was no enjoyment to be had by this. Her hatred for LeBlanc burned too hotly. The very thought of carrying her bastard child at all was enough to kill any hope of orgasm, even if she was confident that the witch was lying. At least, she hoped she was lying...
Hah, even if she wasn't, what were the odds that her seed would be the one to find purchase? After being taken so many times already today... Katarina cut herself off mid-thought, lest she jinx herself. What was intended as a comforting dismissal of LeBlanc's threat became the terrifying revelation that any number of foes could have ruined more than just her day.
LeBlanc was not bothered by any such thoughts. Her vision was a hazy white, her mouth agape in a silent cry of ecstasy. Across from her, her double was just as overwhelmed by bliss, her face a mirror image of the first's. It was several long moments, the two holding Katarina still between them as they filled her with their seed. Coming down off of her orgasmic high, the sorceress in front was the first to make a sound, leaning forward to gasp. She hadn't even been aware she'd been holding her breath, too overcome by pleasure to even breathe. Her chest heaved with each panting inhalation of air, mashing fiercely against Katarina's bust. Without skipping a beat, she leaned forward to kiss her twin again, twisting Katarina's head to the side and out of her way. The assassin scowled, forced to listen to the wet smacking of their lips, the sloppy swirling of their tongues right next to her ear, all while the last of their seed was emptied into her in weak spurts.
The flow of cum slowing to a trickle, LeBlanc exhaled a deep sigh through her nose. Pulling away from the kiss, she staggered backwards, looking winded and almost as dishevelled as Katarina herself. Her cock sliding free of Kat's folds, LeBlanc found herself struggling not to laugh at the schlooorp that accompanied it. The assassin's folds still gaped around her double's fleshpillar, unable to hold back the torrent of semen that flowed freely now. It seemed just one dick wasn't enough for Katarina, LeBlanc thought to herself, laughing and admiring her handiwork. Thick rivers of creamy sludge rolling down the other her's length in gooey clumps, drizzling down like syrup to splatter the ground, turning the dirt into muck.
Katarina was winded and exhausted, her energy drained from the ordeal. Certainly now it was over at least? Her eyes narrowed to slits, her body was urging her to just let them close all the way, to pass into unconsciousness. Maybe she would awaken to learn this was all just a horrible dream...
The vulgar schlicking of LeBlanc's cock made her stir. Forcing her eyes open, she watched the sorceress stroking her slimy shaft, the veiny staff just as hard as ever. Again, the illusory nature of her pole left her unperturbed by orgasm. Her alabaster skin glistened with sweat, and her chest was heaving, indicating that she wasn't quite the limitless fount of energy that Shyvana was, but she still had a fair amount more than Katarina's other attackers.
“I think...” The mage gasped, standing up straight and approaching her captive again. “I've got enough for one more go. How about you?”
“Get-get away from me...” Katarina groaned, arching her back.
“Shush, I wasn't talking to you.” LeBlanc waved dismissively. Grabbing hold of Katarina's ass, she tried to take some of the weight off of her clone, holding the girl steady so that the other could pry her messy cock from her constantly-drooling slit.
“Mnn, I think I've got another in me, but I think we ruined this hole.” The mage's double chuckled, letting her prick smack the sandwiched assassin's behind.
“Well then, how about we destroy the other one? What do you say Kat, think you can handle it?” LeBlanc smirked, her eyes taking on that manic, crazed look again. Already she was letting her dick slip between her buns, prodding her backdoor while the other one positioned herself to do the same.
“No, no! Get-Get the fuck away from me! Let me go!” Katarina thrashed and shrieked, twisting and struggling fiercely against her chains. Both LeBlancs simply laughed at her plight, while she screwed her eyes shut in frustration. She felt the tip of one of them kissing at her backdoor, still not even fully recovered from being left gaping before. Her hole still dripping semen, it popped into her backdoor easily, then was abruptly yanked back out.
“Shit shit shit, fuck, move!”
Katarina heard one of the LeBlanc's shout, and suddenly she was careening backwards. There was no one behind her to support her weight, as the mage released her and took off running. She opened her eyes, just in time to watch the one in front of her vanish in a puff of yellow smoke. The very air around her seemed to distort, and in a blur that mage was gone as well, leaving a bound and helpless Katarina falling to the ground.
“Ungh!” Grunting as her face hit the floor, Katarina managed to lift her head just in time to see what had spooked LeBlanc coming straight at her.
A violet ball of dark energy, sparkling eerily as it sailed through the air. It was moving fast, but not so fast that she couldn't have easily dodged it... If LeBlanc hadn't left her chained up that was. One last time, she cursed that indigo witch as the energy ball struck her. Quickly morphing and changing shape, it engulfed her in a disturbing black light, encasing her in a pillar of darkness that reached up into the sky, trapping her within.
Through the walls of darkness surrounding her, she could make out the world on the other side still, as if gazing through a dark but very thin curtain. She could make out the shape of two figures growing more and more distant, no doubt LeBlanc and her clone disappearing deeper into the forest.
Twisting her head in the other direction, she gazed in the direction the energy had come from, wondering about the source. Through the black light, she could vaguely see two figures approaching. Were they rescuers coming to put a halt to LeBlanc's treachery? Or new foes coming to take take advantage of her weakness?
Katarina already knew the answer even before she saw them. Afterall, her luck today would only allow for one option to be true.
“Well now, what have we here?” Katarina heard a feminine voice speaking to her, contempt dripping from her tongue.
The walls of her dark prison suddenly fell, and she was left staring up at the two figures. Now the darkness had faded, but the sunlight from above still cast shadows over their features. Though she couldn't quite make out their identities, she knew instantly that they were no allies of hers.
Afterall, there was nobody on her team with wings.
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Hey guys, remember when I used to write stuff? Neither do I!
Assuming it doesn't take me 2 years to write another chapter again, when I upload chapter 6 I'd also like to conduct a poll as well. I'd like to give as many people as possible the option to vote in the poll, but problematically, I post this story to multiple different communities. I'm uncertain as to what the best method of conducting it would be. Should I just conduct separate polls in each location I've uploaded the story to and accept that some people who are members in each community will get multiple votes? Give one location preference and conduct the poll there? Or use some kind of 3rd party solution?
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Dalton slipped his phone back into his bag and went back to looking over his new app. He felt strangely… sad? That seems as good a word as any. There was more to it than that, but he was definitely a little bit sad; pissed off too. He hated feeling like this. He had completely lost his cool when dealing with Sam, and he knew it.
Dalton had had a long standing policy to never sleep with a guy more than once. He was the hottest fuck in town and he knew it. He never had to go far for action; he had various apps and services on his pone to see to that. When his beacon was active people flocked to his position from miles around. Dalton really liked shining his bat signal around campus. There were so many hot closet cases to choose from; especially frat bros and jocks.
Dalton really loved it when he managed to snag one of the football stars. They tended to be a little heavy handed in their handling of him, but Dalton had a taste for rough sex. Dalton especially liked that big dumb quarterback. He liked to throw Dalton onto the sleazy motel bed and ride him hard. It was kind of cute how the big oaf actually thought he was actually in charge of the situation.
In retrospect Dalton was doing really shitty at his own policy of not banging a guy twice. It didn’t really matter, though. He couldn’t be bothered to remember names of the people he had had. If he had gotten it on with anyone more than once it was just a testament to how little he cared about the person behind the cock. Even Jack and Taylor… wait, Jake and Tyler. See? He can’t even be bothered to remember the wonder twins.
Sam was different, though. Dalton could remember everything about their encounter in vivid detail for the entire evening after they had done the dirty deed. Dalton couldn’t even bring himself to go out on the prowl afterwards, even though he was so horny, and he was horny; unbelievably horny. He just went home and lie in bed; turning his phone on and off, as he argued with himself about whether or not to call Sam up. Dalton couldn’t do that. He was the cool one. He was the one who people begged for a chance to be with. There was no way he could be falling for some punk kid.
It was just because of that amazing cock. That had to be it. Dalton thought back to their encounter. The first thing he had noticed was Sam’s impressive bulge, sure. Who wouldn’t be drawn to such a massive package? Dalton was convinced right then and there that he would have Sam right there in the chem. lab if it was the last thing he did.
Dalton spent the rest of the class trying to butter up Sam as best he could. He had to make this up as he went since he very rarely did any actual flirting. He found it to be a lot easier than he expected, though. All he did was tell the truth. Sam was honestly, really beautiful; now that Dalton’s eyes were looking at his face he could take stock of everything about Sam’s visage. Dalton had seen Sam before throughout the year, sure, but never this close. Dalton had always glanced over him thinking that sure, he was cute, for a kid anyway, but Dalton had some real men lined up for that night; men who knew how he liked it.
Now that Dalton actually wanted to pay attention to Sam, he could really start to see what he had been missing. Sam’s dark hair nicely framed his beautiful face. Sam’s deep brown eyes held within them the entire spectrum of human emotion that his face would never dare show. The stark contrast with Sam’s pale skin just seemed to accentuate these features even more. The little rings on his lower lip and on the side of his nose should have made him seem edgier, but on Sam’s sweet face, they only served to make him look cuter.
As Dalton enumerated all of Sam’s features they became ingrained in his memory. It was as if by listing and naming them had they finally been allowed to become real. Dalton had originally just intended to get into Sam’s overly packed pants, but as he got to know Sam, the cold mask softened; revealing the friendly and caring boy hiding beneath. Dalton could still remember the exact moment that Sam had accepted him. Sam had given Dalton a nervous, half smile. Even just a half smile from Sam was enough. Dalton could feel his heart melt, and it was at that very second that he had fallen for Sam, hard.
When he had finally managed to get Sam naked and on the floor, it was the single greatest triumph of his life. This wasn’t just another sexual conquest for him. The passion and the love that went into their wild sex seemed to magnify the pleasure exponentially. Dalton even opted to ride Sam’s huge cock so that they were facing each other, instead of Dalton’s usually preferred face down position. He had never actually looked his partner in the eyes during sex before. The other person’s face had seemed to be an unnecessary distraction during sex; a distraction that would diminish the act, but with Sam he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Dalton almost came just from Sam’s facial expressions; his flushed cheeks; his lustful eyes; his moans of pleasure; the way he chewed on his piercings as he got even closer to cumming. Everything about Sam in that moment was perfect.
Even Sam’s cock was perfect; no, especially Sam’s cock. It was thicker than any cock Dalton had ever taken. Dalton had taken some huge ones in his time, but Sam stretched him wider than he had ever been. Dalton could feel his asshole become stretched out and loose; looser than it ever had before. He might never manage to get tighten up again, but he didn’t care. It was fine if only Sam’s cock could satisfy him. He only wanted Sam’s cock anyway. He only wanted Sam.
Sam’s humongous dick also hit deeper inside of Dalton than anyone had ever done before. Sam’s impossibly long cock was poking and prodding at places deep inside Dalton that he had never thought could have existed. Dalton came hard from riding Sam’s immense dick. Dalton’s respectable cock had deflated, but Sam was still rock hard and still plowing mercilessly. Well, to be fair, Dalton was the one who was doing all the motion, but he refused to ease off of Sam’s cock until he had milked it for all its worth.
Finally Sam climaxed. Dalton could feel shot after powerful shot of hot spooge wash up inside of him. Sam’s nuts were huge, but the sheer volume of jizz sloshing around inside of him seemed impossible. It felt to Dalton like he was being pumped full of gallons of the creamy spunk. His insides were pumped to capacity, but Still Sam continued firing. The excess spooge leaked out of Dalton’s ass around Sam’s enormous shaft; the force of the jizz pushing its way out, stretched Dalton’s already ravaged hole even more.
Dalton did not want to, but he knew he needed to get off of the erupting volcano of cum before something inside of him burst open. Sam pulled off of Sam’s gushing spire and wrapped his lips around the head as quickly as he could; eager not to waste any more of the glorious liquid than he absolutely had to. As he sucked off Sam, thick, goopy streams of spunk ran out his ruined asshole, down the insides of his legs and pooled on the floor.
Dalton gulped down wave after wave of the hot jizz. Savoring the taste as the warm spunk rolled across his spunk. Dalton’s stomach filled with the mildly bitter cream, but Sam kept cumming. When Dalton would occasionally try to pull back to catch is breath, he would catch long hot blasts of Sam’s cum in his face, but he welcomed the feeling. He would take Sam’s jizz anywhere he had room for it.
Dalton was actually getting hard again; very hard. Looking back on it now, he realized that this was the first clue, but at the time he thought nothing of it. He welcomed his newly reborn hardon and awaited the cumming storm from his res-erected cock. Dalton got off another two or three thick, sticky blasts of cum before his second wind faded. These new orgasms were each more powerful than the last.
When Sam had finally managed to stop cumming, the two of them had parted ways. Dalton had actually given Sam his phone number. He had never done that before. He was actually looking forward to the next time he would see Sam. He had also, never done this before.
Dalton went on his way home; enjoying the feeling of Sam’s spooge sloshing around inside him the whole way. Dalton’s stomach was still full of Sam’s jizz, and waves and waves of the creamy spunk were still flowing out of his ravaged ass. Dalton was rock hard again in minutes. He couldn’t wait to get home and pound one out. And another. And another.
When Dalton got home the first thing he did was peel off all of his clothes. He stood in front of the mirror admiring his still rigid cock. His balls felt fuller and heavier than they had in ages. He couldn’t get Sam out of his mind, nor did he want to. He turned and inspected the damage to his ass. Dalton’s hole was red and gaping. It had been stretched out beyond anything he had seen before, and huge gobs of Sam’s cum were still seeping out. Dalton loved the feeling of having Sam’s cum sloshing around inside of him.
Dalton dug out one of his old dildos. He hadn’t had need of these in ages, but he was just so horny that he needed to get off. Dalton flopped on his bed and began plowing himself with the largest rubber cock he could find. It was still nothing compared to Sam. The size was nowhere near comparable, but it dug in deep enough to churn Sam’s residual cream like butter. Thick, frothy globs of Sam’s spooge would plop out with each thrust of Dalton’s sadly lacking plus size dildo. Dalton would cum while imagining Sam’s biting his piercings in ecstasy.
After cumming, Dalton would pull out his phone and spin it in his hand as he pondered calling up Sam. He had never been one to call someone else up. He had never been one to do repeat encounters either, but here he as already fantasizing about his next time with Sam. Eventually he got so horny again that he would rub one out. Then he would return to playing with his phone, as he debating giving Sam a call.
The entire evening passed like this until Dalton finally gave it all up, got cleaned up and went to sleep. He awoke the next morning, tired and miserable. He had stayed up way too late playing with himself. It was totally worth it, though, and it’s not something a little coffee wouldn’t fix.
Dalton got ready for class and drove off to the coffee shop down the road. He drove a fairly old gas, guzzling clunker. He couldn’t actually afford a nice eco-friendly smart car; a fact that severely hurt his hipster cred. Someday he’d have a nice Vespa scooter to make up for it. No one would doubt him after that.
Dalton was still so horny from the day before that he began to imagine what it would be like to ride around on a scooter like that with a plug deep up his ass; letting the rumbling from the motor course through the seat and cause turn his plus size sex toy into a jumbo vibrator. It still wouldn’t beat the real thing, but it would make driving around to go see Sam so much better.
Dalton was so lost in his sexual fantasies that he hadn’t noticed the commotion around him as he sat there sipping his coffee in the trademark detached hipster fashion. He knew that three guys had walked in, and they were apparently putting on quite the show, but there was only one guy on his mind. He was actually enjoying the thought. He could actually learn to like being the monogamous kind of guy. Dalton should have been paying attention though. The three guys that had walked in were the three he had been so interested in over the past few days; Jake and Tyler and of course, Sam. It wasn’t until they were leaving that Dalton realized who they were.
He was so happy to see Sam that he had forgotten to maintain his detached aura and actually let himself be seen in public as unironicly enthusiastic about something. His enthusiasm quickly faded, as he saw that Sam was texting someone. That someone was quickly apparent. Sam was flirting with the barista? For the first time in his life, Dalton felt betrayed. He was genuinely hurt.
The euphoric stupor he had been in since last night was shattered. He got a chance to really see what was going on around him. There were those two guys from the video; their cocks even larger than before. Sam was with him. His dick also bloated to extreme measurements. Not only was Sam flirting with other guys, but he had been fooling around with those two! Dalton had never been so pissed off in his life. This is what he gets for letting himself fall for some punk kid.
It is pretty ironic that Dalton kept thinking of Sam as a kid. The two of them were very close in age; only separated by a few months, really. Dalton was ahead of Sam by one grade, but had taken bio before chem.; Sam was taking them in the opposite order. Sam was also only one grade behind because his father had opted to have him enroll in kindergarten a year later than he was eligible. It had been a rough year for Sam and his father didn’t feel he was ready yet.
Dalton had followed the boys back to school and had hung back a bit and waited for Sam to detach himself from the group. Dalton had seen his chance and acted. Once he had gotten Sam alone in the storage room, he was able to really cut loose. He was going to make pay for betraying him. That was the plan anyway, but seeing Sam cowering below him, the fear showing in his eyes; it broke Dalton’s heart.
Dalton hated that he had fallen for Sam. He hated that he had let himself be played in such a way. He especially hated that even after all he had seen he still had feelings for Sam. Dalton tried to keep up his insane dominatrix act. He wanted Sam to be afraid of him, to hate him. He wanted to ruin things between them forever, so that he would have no choice but to accept that he had made a mistake in falling for Sam.
Dalton was able to use his anger to get some information out of Sam before his resolve had crumbled. Dalton was confused by Sam’s reactions. Did Sam actually like him? Had he jumped to the wrong conclusion about the coffee guy? Dalton may have overreacted. Now that it was all over, Dalton deeply regretted his actions.
His phone chirped. Sam had responded. He was going to take him up on the date? Dalton’s heart soared for a moment, but then he remembered that this date was actually just a trap to get close enough to Tyler and extract the control sample. He could still work things out with Sam tough, couldn’t he?
Dalton remembered the fear in Sam’s eyes and what Sam had said to him. Sam was afraid to talk to him because he was afraid of what Dalton would do when he saw what Sam had become. Dalton’s heart broke a little more. Apparently his reaction to seeing Sam as he was was to brutally have his way with Sam in a locked closet. Dalton began to feel like he really didn’t even deserve to have Sam back after how he had acted.
It was just Sam’s huge dick that had attracted Dalton to him, right? Dalton tried to think about what he liked about Sam, expecting that magnificent cock to take center stage. Instead, what he saw was Sam’s nervous half smile, and his deep, soulful eyes.
Dalton shook the image out of his head. It didn’t matter anymore. Once he had the control sample he could make any guy out there big enough to satisfy him. All those guys he had thought were kind of cute but were sorely lacking downstairs; Dalton had the power to change that. He’d find someone else like Sam, and he would make them better. Dalton didn’t need Sam anymore. He could go out and make his ideal guy.
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As Jake rounded the corner he could see his brother standing out in front of Tyler’s house. Mark had definitely lost some weight since Jake had last seen him, but he was still fairly heavy set. Mark’s curly brown hair had grown out to almost touch his shoulders. Their parents had always said it made him look like a damn hippy when he did that; which of course just made him grow it longer. Judging by the layer of scruff on Mark’s face, Jake figured he was on day three of his shaving cycle. Mark was one of those guys who didn’t see the point in shaving every day and instead opted to shave roughly once every five days; once the beard started to get a little too long he’d shave it off completely. Jake far preferred to shave daily and keep his face looking clean and smooth; not that Jake hadn’t considered growing a beard, but he didn’t think he could rock the look near as well as his brother did.
Tyler waved out the side of the jeep to signal to Mark that it was time to go to work. He was so glad to see Uncle Mark there. Tyler knew that whether Jake was ready or not, he was going to have to come clean with his parents today, and Tyler wasn’t sure they Jake could do it even with Tyler’s help. If anyone could handle Jake’s parents, it was Mark. Tyler was also glad to see that Mark had not shaved recently. He could really pull off the layer of manly fuzz. Mark generally liked to wear Jeans, some band shirt, usually metal, and a flannel shirt over top of that. Add on the beard to that ensemble and Tyler thought that Mark looked like an IT Al Borland.
Mark’s extra fur extended well past his neck, a fact that Tyler was all too aware of. To be honest, Tyler had had a bit of a childhood crush on Mark. He was fascinated by the dark, thick hair that covered much of his older neighbor’s body. Tyler had plenty of chances to steal glances at Mark over the years; especially since Mark was often the one who watched out for Jake and Tyler and took them places when they were young.
One of their favorite places to go was the community pool, and of course, Mark would be shirtless for much of their visit. Tyler could still remember one time when they were getting ready to go to the pool. Mark had been running late at class that day, and so he had quickly gathered his gear and loaded the kids into the car; opting to shower and change at the pool, rather than make his eager young companions wait longer than they already had. Tyler had gotten wind of this idea and had decided to do the same.
There was no reason for Tyler to shower at the communal showers; he had been home all day; he had showered earlier on in the day; and he could just as easily go to the pool already in his suit. Tyler was determined to shower with Mark, though. He had walked by the shower area plenty of times and knew that it was a completely open room with just a few shower heads poking out of the walls. Tyler was guaranteed to be able to get a good look at Mark’s dick in there.
Tyler wasn’t sure why, but he was excited; giddy even. He had been looking forward to their pool trip all week, but that was before he knew that he could sneak a peak at Uncle Mark’s pecker. Tyler was far more excited about his potential voyeurism than he was about going swimming.
When they had arrived at the pool, Tyler ran on ahead while Jake hung back with Mark, who was busy paying for he three passes. Tyler found an open locker and hastily peeled off his layer of clothes; leaving him in nothing but his cheap flip-flops and a towel that was draped around his neck. Mark and Jake were only just reaching the locker by the time that Tyler was completely naked. Jake pealed off his shirt and was ready to go; unlike Mark and Tyler he had chosen to come in his swimming trunks.
Mark on the other hand was slowly pealing off layer after layer. His two shirts came off first, but that wasn’t that interesting. Sure, Tyler liked to see Mark without his shirt, but it wasn’t anything that Tyler wouldn’t have seen anyway. Tyler felt his heart start beating harder as Mark pulled down his jeans. He could also feel something else; something that he was not familiar with. It was like his stomach had suddenly become extremely ticklish and the very skin around his tummy was poking it in ways that made his now sensitive digestive organ flip and spin to avoid the onslaught of tickling. He was feeling a different sort of tickle even further down. Tyler little dick seemed to be enjoying the show too. It was tingly and sensitive and it seemed… bigger somehow?
Mark’s boxers slipped down a little as they got caught on his jeans, but they only dropped enough to give Tyler a quick view of Mark’s crack and the a little flash of the extra thick patch of hair below Mark’s belly. Tyler was a little surprised at how thick Mark’s bush was. Sure, he knew that older guys tended to grow hair down there, but he hadn’t expected it to be quite as dense and well… bushy.
Tyler’s heart sunk as Mark slipped his towel around his waist before pulling his boxers the rest of the way down. Tyler had been robbed of his free shot, but only for a moment. Mark couldn’t shower with that towel on. Tyler just had to be patient.
Tyler and Mark walked off to the showers. Jake followed behind, but balked as it came time to actually enter the showering area. He paced around the doorway for a bit before giving up and going off to the pool alone.
Tyler pulled his towel off from his shoulders and draped it over one of the various bars mounted to the wall on the dry side of the room, and waited for Mark to do the same. Mark nonchalantly dropped his towel and flung it over the bar next to Tyler. The whole action took only a second or two, but to Tyler it felt like hours. Tyler watched in slow motion as the towel fell away revealing the full extent of Mark’s dense underbrush. Tyler had finally gotten to see Mark’s cock for the first time. That’s exactly what it was too, a cock. That was a man’s cock, not a little pecker like Tyler had.
Tyler was a little intimidated by it. Mark’s cock wasn’t all that long. It was probably around five to six inches, but at the time, it was the biggest dick Tyler had ever seen. In addition to its length, Mark’s cock, much like the rest of him, was very, very thick. Tyler couldn’t believe how fat and heavy that piece of meat between his older friend’s legs was. Even Mark’s balls were huge. The massive spheres dangling below that fat cock easily put Tyler’s little berries to shame. At the time, Tyler couldn’t imagine anyone else having such large nuts, but he would eventually learn that nice, large balls ran in the family.
Tyler’s face became even more flushed and it became harder for him to swallow as it felt like his heart was pounding up in his throat. Tyler’s dick was also starting to stir to life. Tyler could feel his cock inflating. He had never actually seen this happen before, but he had heard stories. His classmates liked to brag about how often they got boners and how big theirs were. Tyler had been a little bit of a late bloomer, and he was worried that he had never experienced what everyone else in his class claimed to have felt. He was actually glad that he was starting to get a boner. It meant that he was normal. It didn’t even occur to him until much later that it might be a problem that he was getting hard because of another guy.
Tyler got under the shower head next to Mark and let the water wash over him. He tried not to be too obvious in his peaking, but it was hard for him not to stare. The water caused Mark’s thick bush to lie flat against his skin, making his meaty tool seem even larger than before. Tyler’s dick also seemed even larger, but his was not because of the water.
As Tyler’s semi began to harden, he got a little worried. It was getting to the point where it was noticeable that he was getting a boner, and no one else in the locker room seemed to have one. Tyler felt very out of place and very exposed. He quickly excused himself and slipped into one of the stalls. He sat there, dripping wet, as he tried to remember what his classmates had said they did in this situation. Tyler sat atop the closed toilet as he took a deep breath and wrapped his fingers around his little stiffy. He gasped in shock and pleasure as the sensation hit him. He had never imagined that it could feel so good. Tyler tightened his grip and then began to pump up and down on his dick. His breathing got shallower as he got closer and closer to something. He wasn’t sure what yet, but he was sure it was going to be awesome.
The pressure and pleasure continued to build up in Tyler’s shaft. As he continued to stroke his erection, his balls began demand to get in on the action. It was like he had a dull ache deep in his nuts, but it was somehow strangely pleasurable. Tyler’s balls began to seize upwards and tighten as his cock began to twitch violently. Tyler’s hips bucked along with the rhythm of his stroking as he came closer and closer to blowing his first load. He wanted to let out a loud moan of pleasure as he released, but he quickly bit his lip to stifle it. Tyler’s mind exploded in pure euphoria as he unloaded a long, thick, heavy shot of jizz into the air.
The warm cream crashed down onto Tyler’s face with a splash. Tyler’s eyelids instinctively slammed shut as the wave of jizz crashed against his left eye. The warm goop slowly trickled down Tyler’s cheek as he collapsed backwards onto the porcelain. Tyler lackadaisically wiped the spooge out of his eye as he reveled in the afterglow. It’s no wonder his classmates bragged about doing this so much; jacking off rocks.
After Tyler managed to scoop up enough spunk with his fingers to clean off the area around his eyes, he slowly opened his eyelids to get a look at what had just hit him. He hadn’t mastered the art of closing only one eye at a time yet. His dad was really good at winking. He could even do it with either eye. Tyler figured it would probably be a good time to learn that particular trick, especially if he was going to be getting creamed in the face by this strange substance.
Tyler watched as the gooey, white liquid slid around his fingers as he turned his hand. So this is what his friends had called cum? Well, cum, jizz, spizz, spunk, he’d even heard it called baby batter, although that name seemed a little weird. He couldn’t imagine this stuff being edible; not based off the smell anyway. He was curious, though, and in his current euphoric state, many things that had seemed gross before seemed like they could be pretty cool ideas. Tyler stuck his tongue out and gingerly poked the slimy mass with the tip. Tyler braced himself for some noxious flavor, but was surprised when there really wasn’t much of any taste to it. Tyler was still curious and a bit emboldened by this new discovery and slid his spunk gunked fingers into his mouth. This stuff actually wasn’t that bad. Not something he would use for baking, but he could definitely learn to like it.
There was a knock on the stall door followed by a voice asking “You alright in there, kiddo? You’ve been in there a while.” It was Mark. Just thinking about Mark made Tyler’s cock twitch a bit even though he’d just cum.
Tyler sat up straight and quickly took stock of his situation; he had a few jizz splotches along his chest, the one on his face, not to mention the pool of spooge on the toilet seat. Tyler’s cock had still been dribbling spunk after that powerful blast. It was a pretty good sized puddle, but it was not directly touching him, so he decided to leave it. Let the next person who uses that stall see it, and realize what had happened. Tyler figured they’d be jealous of whoever had just gotten off in here. It felt pretty awesome. Tyler figured everyone would want to rub one out the second they thought they had a chance. “Yeah, just give me a second to finish… wiping.” Again, technically true, but Tyler had always been terrible at lying; even half lies.
Tyler grabbed some paper and dabbed up the jizz from his face and chest. He tossed the spunky paper into the bowl and flushed it down. With the evidence disposed of, Tyler opened the stall door and strode proudly across the room back to his locker. He was no longer erect, but his cock was still engorged and sensitive. Each step sent ripples of pleasure up his spine as his tadger bobbed and swung with his stride. Tyler could only imagine and dream about how much better it would be once his dick had reached the size of Mark’s.
Tyler had wiped up the large goopy clumps, but since he had never had to wipe up cum before, he didn’t know about the clear residue that tends to be left over. In the right light, shimmering splotches could be seen on his skin. The few who were at the right angle to see this knew exactly why this young man had such a spring in his step.
The rest of the pool trip was much like any other, but Tyler would never forget how he had seen Mark’s hefty tool and how he had subsequently pounded one out for the first time. Now that Tyler was older, he realized that Mark really wasn’t that well hung, but then again, nobody really seemed that well hung compared to Tyler and company. Tyler wouldn’t mind giving his former baby sitter a hand in that department if the opportunity presented itself.
Tyler leaned over and tapped Jake on the shoulder as they pulled up in front of his house. “Yo. Get the hose ready. I’m going to let loose.”
Jake put the car into park a little faster than originally planned and spun around to look at Tyler. “What? Here? Everyone will see you!”
Tyler shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, let them see. It’s not like it will fit inside my house, and I can’t really hold it in until everyone goes to bed. Besides, I’d rather not have that constantly on my mind while we are giving your parents the talk.”
Jake could feel the pit that had been growing in his stomach open up even larger at the mention of his parents. He knew that Tyler was probably right on this one, and he really didn’t have the energy to argue right now. “Fine, but make it quick.”
Jake hurried over to the side of Tyler’s house and quickly began rolling out the hose. By the time he got around to the front, Tyler was already standing in the middle of the street with his hands down the front of his pants as he worked at pulling forth his sword from the stone.
Tyler’s briefs were packed so tight now that it was a chore to pry his massive shaft from out of his underwear. He was seriously considering just dropping his shorts in the middle of the street, but undoing his suspenders would have taken a lot more time than it was worth. He’d finally managed to get his arms under the shaft and lug his massive cock out from beneath its stretchy prison. His colossal dick slapped against the concrete with an audible smack. Tyler immediately realized that he hadn’t thought this through all the way as his sensitive skin pressed against the concrete that had been warmed by the hot summer sun. Fortunately the temperature had been relatively mild this week, so the warmth was roughly akin to what Tyler had grown accustomed to in the sauna at the gym.
Tyler then turned his attention to extricating his equally cumbersome nuts. Each of his colossal cum factories required both hands to lift from their enclosure. Tyler unloaded his balls onto the street, first the left one, then the right one, and breathed a sigh of relief. Not only was the hard part done, but it also felt amazing to let his junk air out after being pressed into a too small pair of short for so long. He looked over to see that Jake was standing at the ready with the green garden hose. Tyler could also see from the look in Jake’s eyes that if Tyler didn’t make this quick, that Jake would be at the ready with his other hose, too. As much fun as it would be to get Jake off in the middle of their neighborhood, the chances of Jake’s parents catching them was just too great. They were only safe for the moment because of Mark’s noble sacrifice. Mark wasn’t in any real mortal danger, but dealing with Jake’s parents could always be a grating task.
Tyler slowly exhaled as he relaxed all the muscles in his body. His already massive cock quickly swelled to monolithic proportions. His mountainous shaft easily dwarfing the cars parked along the side of the street. Tyler’s gigantic nuts swelled along with his shaft; each orb quickly becoming too big for the street and spilling into the neighboring yards. Pretty soon one of Tyler’s enormous balls was filling much of his front yard while the other crushed Jake’s lawn.
Jake just stood and stared in awe as Tyler’s glorious meat swelled to godly proportions. Tyler had easily surpassed Jake in size. Jake was jealous, sure, but he was also strangely proud to think that just two days ago, that beast was deeply imbedded inside of him. Jake could feel a strange longing and emptiness inside of him. He didn’t wish Tyler would shrink down again so that he could once again mount that beautiful specimen of manhood. If anything he wished that he could somehow become large enough that he could take all of Tyler’s leviathan at its true size.
In Jake’s mind, he was down on all fours in front of Tyler. Jake was easily taller than any of the houses, even in his prostrate position. He was straddling the street as he waited for the epic drilling he so desperately longed for. One of his knees dug into the grass right in front of Tyler’s front door while his other dug deep into his own lawn. His gigantic hands were using the neighbor’s houses to steady himself as he lifted his ass up to the air for easy access. An equally massive Tyler stood over him; prepping his gigantic throbbing cock to take Jake’s ready hole.
Tyler looked on with that smug look and lascivious grin. That grin. Always that grin. That grin got Jake hard every time, and this was no exception. Jake’s massive cock was hard before, but now it was rigid. Jake’s titanic rod was so hard and so huge, even compared to his current colossal size, that the head of his dick was poking his in the chin as he awaited Tyler’s cock from behind. Tiny beads of pre were dribbling out of the slit and crashing against the ground like meteors. Tyler pressed the head of his gigantic cock to the puckered entrance of Jake’s eager ass as he said “What’s the hold up? My sausage and eggs are getting fried over here!”
“wut?” Jake was snapped back to reality after realizing that that last line was from the real Tyler. Tyler was antsily bouncing while his freight train of a cock lazed unmoving on the searing pavement. “Oh, right!” Jake pulled the trigger and unleashed a cool, refreshing cascade across Tyler’s rapidly dwindling behemoth.
The cool water was a welcome addition for Tyler. Not only did it reduce his titanic cock from a holy shit huge size to a much more manageable frickin’ large size but it also helped to cool burning blacktop that had been cooking his dick like a gas station hot dog. Tyler breathed a sigh of relief as his equipment stopped overheating.
With his junk now safely reduced to a somewhat manageable size, Tyler began the laborious process of putting his eggs back in their basket; followed shortly after by putting his snake back in its den. After a few quick adjustments, Tyler was once again relatively mobile, and able to help Sam out of the jeep and back into the house. From the looks of things, Jake might need a little help too, since he was now well past a semi. Jake’s rising spire was making it near impossible for his to see where he was going. Seems someone had really enjoyed watching Tyler let it all hang out. Jake had even begun to dribble pre onto Tyler’s front lawn. Oh well, that grass needed to be watered anyway.
Tyler went back around to the passenger side of the Jeep and helped Sam out. Sam was still being eerily quiet, even for Sam. Tyler wasn’t sure what all was going on in that head of his, but he hoped he could find a way to help. Tyler put one arm around Sam’s shoulder and led the cloaked figure into his house, while he grabbed the front of Jake’s tented briefs and guided him along with the other. This was getting to be an odd day, and given the state of the last few days, that is saying a lot.
The three of them entered the house easily enough. They had to take turns, obviously, the door wasn’t big enough to allow two normal sized people to enter at the same time comfortably, let alone people sporting mammoth dongs. Tyler shut the door behind him and figured that they were all in the clear. All signs pointed to them having slipped in under the radar. Tyler’s mom should be at work right now.
She should be, but she wasn’t. She was standing at the end of the hall with her mouth hanging open, and the bowl she was carrying lying shattered on the ground before her; the recently heated soup once held within now spreading out across the tile floor. Tyler froze dead in his tracks as they made eye contact. She quickly found her voice, and lots of it. She spoke with a loud booming voice that was somehow both shrill and metered in a way that only a mother’s admonishment could be. “Tyler Daniel Simmons! What have you done to yourself?”
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Jake had never been happier to hear the bell announcing the end of the first class period. Not having a class to attend during the first class period may have seemed like a blessing, but it made for one of the most awkward blocks of time that Jake could ever remember. He really didn’t want to go home and risk a run in with his family, and he didn’t feel like going anywhere else. He figured he was better off staying where he was.
Unfortunately, the school had a pretty strict policy about students wandering the halls. Students who were not currently in a class were relegated to the small foyer loading area in front of the main school building. Jake had to while away the time with the delinquents, the pot heads, and the hypochondriacs; waiting for mommy or daddy dearest to come along and take them home because of their latest bullshit ailment.
All eyes were on Jake as he waited out his sentence in the scholastic purgatory that was the front foyer and not all of them were friendly. Now that Tyler was off on his own educational escapades, Jake was left to fend for himself, and Jake was quickly finding that being the biggest man on campus was not as fun as he had envisioned.
When Jake was with Tyler, it was different. Tyler loved the attention. He lived for it. All Tyler ever wanted was to be the center of attention. Jake was able to play second string to Tyler and bask in the excess ego that his little lover was exuding. Their romp around coffee land had been one of the most fun experiences that Jake could remember. He had actually been able to feel at home putting on a show with Tyler.
Now that Jake no longer had his leading man around to get the crowd going wild, Jake was unsure what to do. He didn’t like being under such scrutiny. It was as if everyone there was mentally dissecting him in some psychological science project. Jake could no longer slip into the shadows like he typically did. He was tall, sure, but he was so plain looking that he could sink into a crowd and get lost in the flow of people. Now that he was sporting the largest schlong this town had ever seen, there was no way Jake could ever not be the center of attention.
Jake became super self conscious of himself all over again. His mind began picking and nagging at all his little quirks that he hated about himself. He couldn’t help but feel that all the eyes that were watching him were judging him just as harshly. Jake had thought having such a massive piece would be the end of his inferiority complex, but if anything it was now serving to magnify his problems. Not only did he have this stupid loping penguin gait thanks to the enormous dong he had bobbing along between his legs, but said dong was also a giant beacon to illuminate his flaws.
Now that the bell had sounded to grant Jake access to the relative safety of his classrooms, he trudged off into the crowded halls of the school building. Even the halls, bustling with other students, didn’t give Jake the anonymity he craved. The flow of people parted before him like the Red Sea; everyone choosing to give his girth a wide berth. Jake had all eyes in the school on him, and all he wanted to do was fade into the shadows.
Finally he arrived at his class of destination. They were having the final, but Jake had already opted out of it. He was basically just hiding out there for the duration of the class period. At least here he was in a group of thirty some people who he almost had some form of marginal appreciation for. Jake was not the type of person to open up to others easy. It typically took someone a long, long time for Jake to deem them decent enough for him to attempt first contact. As such, Jake had no actual friends in this class; just a lot of casual acquaintances.
Jake took his seat, or rather, tried to take his seat. There was just no way he could cram all that meat in the little gap between the seat and the desk. Try as he might, Jake was just too large to get in to the rickety death traps that passed as student desks at this school. The little serving tray that passed as a desktop was firmly bolted to the armrest of the wooden seat, so that there was no means of even adjusting it.
Jake’s antics had once again made him the center of attention. He could swear he even heard a few snickers, and not the good, gooey, nutty kind; the malicious taunting kind. Jake decided to cut his losses, and slunk back to the back corner of the room. He got as comfortable as he could; sitting on the cold tile with him back against the wall. At least here it would be harder for people to look at him. They would have to turn around in there seats to get a good look; not that he didn’t doubt that pretty much everyone in the class would be trying to sneak a peak at the bloated cock and balls huddled in the back of the room.
Once everyone else was seated in their desks, the final exams were passed out. Jake was given one, but he had no intention of doing it. He was guaranteed an A+ in this class even if he had stayed home today. Taking the test would have been a huge waste of his time. Jake was smart, sure, but he also enjoyed doing things the easy way. That is to say, Jake was pretty damn lazy when he felt he could get away with it.
As all the other students buried their head in their tests, Jake doodled strange, random symbols all across his exam. Symbols which were in no way meant to represent anything at all, but somehow all managed to look like rock hard, erect phalluses. Jake was using the top of his massive shaft as a desk, and he had to admit, it was plenty big enough for him to really spread out. The other students were busy trying to shift their test papers in awkward angles in order to make use of the few scant inches of particle board that they were given as a desk.
Jake also loved the feeling of the pencil tip drawing long, loping trails along the soft, sensitive flesh of his endowment. Jake could feel the gargantuan mass before him begin to swell and twitch. He’d need to find a new way to pass the time before he started tenting in the middle of class. It wouldn’t be just a pup tent, either. We are talking a Ringling Bros. tent. There would be room for the whole class in there, and judging from the looks Jake was getting, there were at least a few people in the room who would be ready to climb right in.
Jake let his mind wander. He really did love the behemoth in his pants. He loved how it dwarfed people around him. He wished he could let it inflate to its true size so everyone could marvel at how truly magnificent his cock was, but there were many reasons why he could not do that. He became completely immobile when he really let himself go, and there was always the little, teensy, problem about letting your cock hang out in public being illegal, regardless of the size.
It would make life so much easier if he could have his sixty foot cock and still be fully mobile. Jake sighed wistfully. Tyler could be really short sighted sometimes. He was given the chance to make any of his wildest dreams come true, and he chose to let his dick grow unchecked. Jake couldn’t be too upset with Tyler, though. After all, he was reaping the benefits of Tyler’s little wish, and it is only because of Tyler’s errant growth that Jake was able to discover that Tyler was just as gay as he was. It was also the catalyst that brought Sam into their small circle of friends, and Jake was very glad to have met Sam.
Looking back on it, he was happy about how things turned out. It was probably for the best that Tyler had not really put any thought into it and had just acted in accordance with his basest desires. Jake just wished that Tyler hadn’t been so hung up on his dick size. He could have asked for the power to grow any and all body parts. As much as Jake loved his boyfriend’s colossus, he wished he could have ridden it more than once. Why did the growth have to be so specific? Jake wished he could keep his sixty feet of magnificent cock, but be big enough to actually use it.
In his daydream Jake was using the over one hundred feet tall and was using the Sears Tower to steady himself while an equally gigantic Tyler drilled him from behind. Jake’s daydreams were always vivid, but his supercharged hormones were causing his reverie to take on a life of its own. Jake’s mind was now his own private holodeck, and the computer had loaded the sexiest sim it could find.
In his dream, Jake walked down the middle of the street. Either foot could easily crush a bus if he so chose, but Jake wasn’t here to cause trouble. He was just here to be loved. The street was completely empty, but the sidewalks were lined with people who were just there to see him. All eyes were on Jake, but he actually didn’t mind. He enjoyed it, in fact. These weren’t the cold, hateful eyes that he always felt on him. These were the eyes of people who genuinely wanted to see him. Jake felt popular, good looking, and well liked by everyone.
It was as if he had finally outgrown his anxiety. Jake was now so huge that the demons that had plagued him could do nothing but cower in fear of the titan he had become. Jake continued to walk down the street as the crowds of onlookers cheered him on. He ran one hand across the large brick buildings beside him. He could feel the bumps and ridges as his fingertips dragged across the windows; easily eclipsing the entire frame.
He was the sole participant in a parade that was held in his honor. He swaggered down the street; his immense cock swinging heavily from side to side as he did. At the lowest point of it’s arc, Jake’s meaty pendulum came but a few scant inches from scraping the pavement below him. His adoring fans reached up to the sky; trying desperately to place a hand upon the glorious dick swaying right over their heads.
Jake continued his triumphant march until the road opened up into a large central park. Standing in the middle was Tyler; every bit as tall as Jake and beaming with pride. Tyler had nothing on but a comically out of place black bow tie. It was obvious that Tyler was trying to dress classy, but he had only succeeded in looking like a Chippendale’s dancer. Jake raised an eyebrow questioningly at Tyler.
Tyler just smirked like he always does and got down on one knee in front of Jake. Tyler reached down under his arm and pulled out a large golden, gem-encrusted, ring. There is no telling where he was hiding such a thing. He didn’t have any clothes on, and so pockets were out of the question. The ring was far too large to fit in a pocket anyway. Jake instinctively knew that this ring was an engagement ring and hat Tyler was proposing to him. Jake’s eyes lit up and the biggest, happiest smile he had ever managed crossed his face. His smile was so wide that it hurt his cheeks, but he had never been happier in his life.
Jake tried to scream “Yes!” He wanted to accept Tyler’s proposal, but no words would come out. He just continued beaming and nodded emphatically. Jake held out his hand for Tyler to put the ring on, but he quickly realized that the ring was far too large for his finger. It was even too large for his arm. Jake could wear the enormous band as a belt if he wanted to. Tyler just grinned as his eyes sparkled lasciviously. Jake knew exactly what that ring was meant for. His cock began inflating in anticipation.
Tyler lifted up the tip of Jake’s colossal semi and slipped the ring over it. Slowly and seductively, Tyler slid the ring up along Jake’s length until it rested snugly at the base of the shaft. Tyler stood up and stared longingly into Jake’s eyes. They both wanted to kiss each other so bad, but something was holding them back. They were waiting for something, some signal. Suddenly there was a loud bang as a giant book slammed shut.
Jake and Tyler looked to see that Sam was now there with them. He had just slammed a large, leather bound tome shut. Sam was wearing nothing but a white collar like one a priest would wear. Sam smiled at them and nodded. They may now kiss their respective husband. Jake and Tyler leapt into each others arms and joined together in one long passionate kiss. The adoring citizens erupted into even louder cheers as the two celebrated their first kiss as a married couple.
Jake and Tyler finally broke apart their passionate kiss; a long strand of saliva still connecting their lips like a red string of fate. Jake could feel his wedding ring digging deep into his shaft as his gigantic dick sprung to life. Jake could see that Tyler was sporting just as much of a raging erection as he was. Neither of them could wait to get to the honeymoon, and judging from the roar of the crowd, their fans were ready for it as well.
Tyler quickly took charge as he leaned in close to Jake. He kissed a trail down the nape of Jake’s neck while he worked over the head of Jake’s cock with his hand. Jake’s mountainous cock was gushing pre as Tyler ran his thumb across the slit; occasionally even slipping it all the way in. Jake was so horny by now, but even without the ring keeping him bottled up, he refused to cum yet.
Tyler knew exactly what Jake was waiting for. He gesture for Jake to turn around and gave a seductive wink. That was all the encouragement Jake needed. He turned around, and leaned against the skyscraper before him; presenting his eager ass for his lover to take.
Tyler wasted no time in shoving his leviathan into Jake. It slid in easily, and yet stretched Jake out farther than he had ever been stretched before. Jake felt his ring of muscles stretched to their maximum. Jake could feel the immense rod of his newly christened husband filling every inch of him. It was as if his entire life had led up to this point. All the emptiness Jake had felt inside was just waiting for Tyler’s giant cock to fill it up.
Tyler thrust deep into Jake’s ass over and over. Jake’s subconscious was becoming as overcome with lust as the rest of his mind. The scenery and revelers bled together into surreal mass of color, but Tyler remained just as vivid and real as ever. Tyler came hard, deep inside of Jake; the warm, gooey cum filling Jake even more. Large globs of jizz seeped out of Jake’s ass and into the blur of the crowd. The vaguely human splotches of color eagerly awaited the rain of seed from the two titanic lovers.
Finally, even the gemmed wedding band around his cock was no longer enough to keep Jake from cumming. He sprayed large, thick waves of spooge; adding a Jackson Pollock flair to the erotic Van Gogh painting of his dreamscape.
Jake was rudely snapped back to reality by a loud thunk. His throbbing erection had just bumped loudly against the ceiling of the classroom. Beads of pre had long since seeped through his pants and had run down the length of his shaft; pooling on the ground around his gigantic balls. Jake had just done exactly what he had set out to avoid. He was too horny to care, though. He needed to get off and soon.
Jake weakly raised his hand. “I need to go to the bathroom…” There was really no point in hiding what he was about to do. Anyone with at least one working eye could see that Jake was in dire need of pounding one out. The teacher just nodded towards the hall pass; too stunned by the lewd display to even speak.
Jake staggered out into the hall. There was only one place in the school that might be able to handle him like this. Jake hurried off to the locker rooms as fast as he could with the awkward pillar stretching out in front of him. Jake was leaving a trail of pre as he walked; still unable to shake the amazing daydream he had just had.
Jake was so glad when he reached the locker room. He had only been in here once before when he had come to give Tyler a ride after practice. The place was packed with hot, naked guys at that time. Just thinking about all those sexy, nude bodies running around pushed him even closer to the edge. He was almost a little disheartened to see the room completely empty. He would have gladly accepted help with his little predicament. Jake haphazardly pulled off his clothes as he stumbled to the shower area. There was no way he was going to fit into a stall, but maybe being close enough to all these drains would allow the impending deluge of spooge to drain away.
Jake managed to step out of his briefs. When he let go of them, the resulting catapult effect of his rock hard cock snapping to its full upright and locked position caused the soaked and stretched undies to fly across the room.
Jake belly flopped onto his newly freed hardon and began grinding against the tile floor. He had been so close to blowing his load for so long now that he began cumming in no time at all. Jake continued pumping his gigantic cock against the floor as wave after massive wave of creamy jizz spewed forth from his cock. Jake exulted in the release as he tried desperately to relieve the sheer joy of his reverie. In Jake’s sex addled mind, the sloshing pool of spunk flooding the room was the amorphous blur of the crowd, cheering at his and Tyler’s titanic wedding ceremony.
Once Jake was finally spent, he lay sprawled out across his enormous cock as he dreamed of the future. He was still a little tense about what tonight would bring, but he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Tyler. The joy and excitement of one day popping the question to his dearly beloved gave him hope for the future. It would be a rough road getting there, but it would be worth it. |
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Sam just lay there for awhile. His mind was too foggy from the orgasm that had just rocked him to his core, and his body was so tired and sore from the epic ordeal he had just overcome. He could feel the giant puddle of jizz he was suspended in slowly disperse as what couldn’t be absorbed by the already saturated earth spread outwards.
Sam wanted to lie there forever. Not just because he was so comfortable, but also because he was dreading getting up; he knew his dick was now beyond huge. He could feel it bobbing along with the ebb and flow of the cum current. He could also feel his now massive nuts bumping against the ground below him; his huge balls were the only part of his body to touch the ground.
Somewhere deep in the back of Sam’s mind he wondered if he was still growing. He wasn’t sure how the growth worked. Was it just the initial contact that spurred the growth on? Would continuous contact continue to keep the process going? If the latter were true, Sam was in trouble. He was bathing in the spunk right now, and had been for several minutes. Then again, he was been laminated in the spooge earlier, and his growth had halted after a short burst.
Either way, this growth spurt was the biggest one he had seen yet, and his cock was as small as it was going to get. He shuddered as he thought about just how big he would be when he got to his full size. He remembered Jake’s colossus towering over his house. Would Sam be that big soon, too? Sam turned his head a bit to get a look at the flaccid behemoth that was pouring out of his bedroom. His friend’s huge meat would give a greyhound bus an inadequacy complex.
Seeing Jake’s monumental cock reminded him of the purpose of his little escapade. He needed to get that beast down to a more manageable size so Jake and Tyler could escape their erotic prison. Sam could feel a little smile playing at the corner of his mouth as he thought to himself “well, that certainly gives new meaning to the term ‘cock blocked.’”
Sam felt his butt bump against the grass as the lake of jizz finally dispersed. He should probably get up and help Jake and Tyler now. Sam struggled to his feet; his arm and leg muscles were screaming at him after the workout he had just put them through. Sam could feel his stomach drop as he stood fully upright, but his nuts didn’t come with him. They still rested heavily in the muck. Sam slowly looked down; the fear welling up inside him as he could see his newly grown cock for the first time.
Sam had always had large balls. They were low hangers, like Tyler’s but they were big. Even before his growth, Sam had big, full bull balls that swung around heavily when he walked around. Part of the reason Sam loved to wear boxers was to give them room to roll around. His dick was a decent enough length, but when he was soft, his balls used to hang down even lower than his dick. It made sense that now that his dick was longer than his legs, his balls would hang lower, too.
Sam didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. This whole situation was ludicrous. He was a freak of nature, and there was no way he could try and hide it anymore. Anywhere he went people would easily see the obscenely huge bulge in his pants. His modeling career was over before it had even started. Even Dalton, who seemed to love huge cocks, would be disgusted by this grotesque mass that dangled between Sam’s legs.
Sam had almost forgotten about Dalton. Just remembering made his heart ache. Sam knew he had no chance with Tyler, and Dalton was currently his best bet. He did like Dalton, right? Sam tried to think. Sam really didn’t know too much about him. All Sam knew was that Dalton seemed to be enraptured by Sam’s large dick, and that Dalton really knew how to charm people. Sam blushed just thinking about the things Dalton had said to him. Sam had never had anyone say he was beautiful before; he would love to hear it again sometime.
Other than that, what did he know about Dalton? Dalton was a bit of a hipster; an alright student; maybe even a bit of a playboy. Sam really didn’t know much else. If Dalton didn’t run screaming from him the second he saw the graboid crawling around between Sam’s legs he would be sure to get to know him better.
Sam slowly stomped through the muck; his massive dong and enormous balls dragging awkwardly behind him. He had found the hose easily enough and begun to spray himself down. The cum was on there thick. Not just that, but it seemed extra sticky. Sam pulled the trigger all the way as blasted his skin at full blast. The close range pressure washing helped wash the extra gunk off of him, but it left his skin sore and red.
Once Sam was satisfied with how clean he was, he walked back to the stairway and began to hose down Jake’s colossal cock. The mountainous expanse of dick receded back onto the landing. Jake was still standing there in the doorway; not that he could have gone anywhere in his previous state.
Jake was conflicted. He was glad to see Sam and was glad to be down to a more manageable size, but he was also a little sad to see all that glorious cock reduced down to such a meager size. Just thinking about how huge he had been a second ago made him start to get aroused again.
Jake’s boner was cut off before it could really get started, though. He began to remember what it was like to be fully hard at his monumental size, which was amazing, but with the memory of his size came the memory of Sam’s peril. Jake was disgusted with himself. He hated how he had let his libido get the better of him. He had endangered his friend’s life because he could not keep his raging hormones in check. The sense of guilt and shame that Jake felt overpowered his horniness, and his arousal quickly dissipated.
Jake reached down and pulled up the underwear tat he was currently wearing down around his ankles. It took him a minute or two, but he managed to get his brief back on. His magnificent cock looked even paltrier now that it was compressed under a layer of fabric. To anyone else but Jake, his gigantic package looked incredibly huge. The sheer size of it was mind blowing; not to mention how fully it filled out his pants. Jake’s mammoth cock was straining against the confines of its fabric prison; it looked about ready to break free at any second.
Once Jake was back down to a reasonable size and was what passes as clothed for him, he moved out of the doorway so Sam could get in. Sam entered his room, and could see Tyler against the wall. Tyler gave him a sheepish grin. Sam could quickly see why Tyler was acting like he was. Tyler’s dick was still stuck in the window. Even after it had deflated quite a bit, it was jammed in there pretty well. Had Tyler grown even more while he was plowing the window? It wouldn’t surprise Sam at all if that were the case; it would make Sam’s extra strength growth spurt make more sense as well, too.
Tyler just pointed at his huge dick with both thumbs and asked “Think you could help me with this?” Tyler was super embarrassed to be in the position he was in. He must have looked ridiculous. Not only because Sam could tell that Tyler had been humping his window, but because Tyler was left in a very vulnerable position. Tyler knew he had no one to blame for his predicament but himself, but he also knew that if he ever found himself in the same position he had been in earlier, he would do the exact same thing.
Sam just shook his head slowly as he rolled his eyes. Sam walked up to Tyler’s mega cock and began pulling at it while Tyler did the same thing from the other side. It really wasn’t wedged in there all that tight, but it was so huge and so thick around, that it was hard to get a decent grip onto it. With the two of them working together, Tyler’s gigantic dick easily popped out of the open portal and flopped heavily onto the spongy carpet.
Tyler breathed a sigh of relief when his huge dick was free of its prison, and he began rubbing the area where the window frame had been digging into his flesh; there was a visible red ring around his shaft where the flow of blood had been obstructed. Tyler gave a quick nod to Sam to show his appreciation. “Thanks a bunch. I got a little carried away there.” Tyler gave a short sheepish chuckle and then gestured to the huge cock and balls Sam was struggling to drag around with him. “I’m actually surprised to see you didn’t shrink back down before coming in.”
Sam’s eyes narrowed as he glared at Tyler. “I did.”
Tyler cocked his head to the side a bit and raised an eyebrow questioningly. Sam seemed a little bit miffed. Sam nodded towards Tyler’s gigantic dick and then towards the window as he stood there with his arms crossed sternly in front of him. Tyler quickly caught on. “…oh.”
Tyler really wanted to laugh. The whole scenario was hilarious when you thought about it, not to mention extremely hot. He had accidentally given Sam one hell of a cum bath. Tyler really wished he could have seen it. Even at his condensed size, that last load felt like his biggest yet. It was almost as if his monolithic load had been compressed down as well. As if his jet stream had been several times thicker than it would have been at his full size. It definitely seemed to have a much stronger affect than it normally did, if Sam’s huge dick was any indication; it had to be at least twice as long as it was before.
Tyler tried his best to keep a straight face. He didn’t understand why Sam seemed to be so upset. Sam loved having a huge dick just as much as he did. Didn’t he? Something was bugging Sam, though, and it seemed to be directly related to the huge piece of meat Sam was struggling to drag around his room. Tyler tried his best to give Sam a reassuring smile. “I’m sorry?” Tyler hoped that Sam would accept his apology, but he didn’t feel like he needed to apologize in the first place.
Sam just sighed. He dropped his arms and his stern glare in the process. He knew that there was nothing he could do about it now. His efforts were better spent trying to make the best of his current measurements. Speaking of measurements, he would need to take some soon, and get to work on his own pair of briefs for tomorrow. Like it or not, he was one of the big boys now, and he had better dress accordingly.
Sam looked over at the clock. It was already almost midnight. They would need to get some sleep soon if they didn’t want to be dead tired in class tomorrow, and there was a lot that needed to be done before they went to sleep. “Alright. It’s getting late. We need to get a plan ready for tomorrow.”
Jake just looked around uncertainly. He didn’t really have any plans for tomorrow. He was technically finished with school, but he knew that Sam and Tyler would need to go. Jake had the dubious honor of being their sole source of transportation, so that meant he had to go too. Even with his mobility restored by Sam’s invention, Jake wasn’t entirely sure he was ready to go out in public. On one hand he was happy with how huge he was getting. He knew that he was bigger than anyone had ever been before. Everyone who saw him would be able to instantly see it, but Jake also didn’t like causing trouble. He couldn’t see how swinging his massive dick around in public would be a good idea.
Tyler on the other hand was fully hung-ho about going out and being seen by as many people as possible. He loved being the center of attention, and he now had the equipment to make sure that no one would be able to take their eyes off of him. Come tomorrow morning, he would have an entire school of adoring fans. “It seems easy enough to me. We get dressed and we go to school. Everything else that happens, happens.” Tyler nodded in agreement with himself. He was obviously very pleased with himself and his prospects for tomorrow.
Jake slowly nodded in agreement. He wanted to go too, but not for the same reasons as Tyler. Jake was exited to see how little everyone else would be compared to him, but Jake didn’t dare mention this to anyone else. He was still trying to come to terms with this strange, dark part of his subconscious.
Sam had figured all along that they would be going back to class. He was just hoping that his friends would give him an excuse to stay home. At least with Tyler around, no one would pay Sam much mind; as huge as Sam was, he was a small fry next to Tyler. Sam also really wanted to see Dalton again. He hoped that Dalton would not be too freaked out when he saw Sam. Who knows, Dalton was a self-confessed size queen. Maybe he’d even like it?
Just thinking about Dalton worshipping his cock made Sam begin to get aroused all over again. He could feel his enormous dick stirring to life and swelling up as he imagined Dalton worshipping every inch of his colossus. Sam begrudgingly shook the thought out of his mind. He needed to be the rational one here, and it was far more likely that Dalton would be scared off by the grotesque mass of flesh protruding obscenely between Sam’s legs. “Alright, fine, but we’ll need clothes and some sleep. It would also be great if we could get clean before going. I really don’t want to go to school reeking of cum.”
Tyler nodded in agreement. “Yeah. You’re totally right. I’ll wait until you get there before I hose you down again.” He was grinning ear to ear. He had a devious glint in his eyes that made him look like a very horny Cheshire Cat. This made Jake start laughing, which in turn caused Tyler to start laughing, too. Both of them abruptly stopped when they saw the seething death stare that Sam was giving them. Geez. He was touchy tonight.
“Anyway.” Sam gave both Jake and Tyler another menacing glare before continuing. “I figure if we wash your clothes really quick, we can have those ready for tomorrow. In the meantime I can whip up another batch of skivvies. I’ll obviously need a pair for tomorrow.” Sam demeanor became noticeably sullen as he said the last little bit.
Jake and Tyler looked at each other and then down at their briefs. They had gotten some cum smeared onto them during their most recent shooting match, and would obviously need a good rinsing before being worn out in public. The clothes they had arrived in were now white and crusty after having been so thoroughly soaked in jizz and then left to dry.
Jake scooped up his and Tyler’s old clothes and began emptying the pockets. “That’s probably for the best. I’m tired after today anyway, so let’s turn in soon.” As Jake emptied the pockets he could see that his phone was dead. His battery life sucked so bad, so it really wasn’t any surprise. Tyler’s phone still had a little juice left, though. Tyler also had quite a few missed calls and messages. Jake thought this was a little odd since he was the only one to call or text Tyler on a regular basis, but didn’t feel it worth his time to look into. “Yo. Someone’s been trying to get in touch.”
Jake lobbed the phone to Tyler, who easily caught it and began checking the messages. They were surprisingly all from his mom. Tyler’s mom typically accepted that Tyler could vanish off to a friend’s house for a day or two and not call in. She would occasionally drop him a text seeing if she should plan on him being home for dinner or something to that effect, but this was something else entirely; several missed calls, voice messages, texts. Something was going down.
Tyler thumbed through his texts really quickly. “Don’t let Jake call his parents.”
“Don’t let him check his messages.”
“Better just keep him off the phone altogether.”
Tyler really didn’t like where this was going and so he dialed into his voicemail. Sure enough, the message there was from his mom as well. “Hey, sweetie, listen. I was talking with Jake’s folks. I let slip that you two were, well… together. I tried to pass it off as a joke, but they aren’t taking it well at all. I didn’t know what to do. I’ve called Mark. He’ll be here tomorrow. Hopefully he can handle them. Try and lay low until then. If you have a friend’s place you can stay at, then do so.”
Tyler could feel his heart drop into his stomach. He knew Jake’s parents were a little old fashioned, but they seemed like decent enough people. They were very strict, though. If his mother was worried then he was worried. Tyler just had to hope that Uncle Mark could handle them.
Uncle Mark wasn’t actually Tyler’s uncle, or anyone’s uncle for that matter. He is Jake’s older brother. When Jake and Tyler were really little and Mark was still staying with his parents, he would often be the one to look after the two boys. Being almost twenty years older than Jake made him seem less of a brother and more of a father figure. Somewhere along the years, Tyler had started calling him “Uncle Mark” a title that Jake picked up on, too. It quickly became his official title in Tyler’s household.
Mark had finally completed his Masters degree and moved out to pursue his own career about six years ago, but he still stayed in touch. In many ways he was closer with Tyler’s parents than he had ever been with his own, and he was definitely closer with Jake than he had ever been with their older brother.
After hearing his mother’s warnings, Tyler quickly texted a reply to his mom and then deleted all of his messages. Tyler hated lying. He was awful at it, but he had to do it to protect Jake. Tyler turned his phone off and set it on the desk as he heard Jake ask “What did your mom want?” Shit. Jake must have seen her name when he glanced at the phone. At least, Tyler knew there was no way Jake could have checked the messages; he hadn’t unlocked the phone before passing it to Tyler.
Tyler tried to play it cool as best he could. “Apparently the house cleaner called earlier. She says we either need to pay her double or let her start filming whatever it is we did up there.” This was technically true. Tyler had had one message to this effect much earlier on in the day. Tyler tried his best to smile, but it felt like he was trying too hard. Tyler was afraid that Jake would be able to catch on to the amount of effort it was taking him to just crack even a basic smile.
Jake just rolled his eyes. “Surely that’s not the only thing she said.”
“Haha. Yeah. You got me. She talked to Uncle Mark earlier. He was going to come visit tomorrow.”
Tyler was fidgeting. A lot. Jake knew there was something he wasn’t telling him. “That’s good news… right?”
Tyler knew he was busted, but he still had to limit the impact. Tyler couldn’t even look Jake in the eyes as he continued. “Well. He wants to be here to help you break the news to your parents.”
Jake swallowed hard. He had been so caught up in all the fun he had been having with Tyler the past few days he hadn’t even considered how his parents would react. For years, Mark was the only person who had known. It was Mark who had suggested Jake use the old chest in the closet to hide his toys, and it was Mark who had bought most of the contents or had taken Jake to pick out his own.
They had gotten some strange looks when they first visited the stores, but Mark had managed to pass himself off Jake’s father; having the same surname on their respective IDs helped a lot. The shop workers were very nice to them, and were very pleased to see someone who was so supportive of their son in such a difficult time in any young man’s life; especially a gay one.
Jake was relieved that Tyler’s mom had had the foresight to call Mark first before telling his parents. Mark had always told Jake to be sure and call him first, whenever he decided to finally give their parents the talk. Mark had always been the most rebellious of their three sons, and so he knew a thing or two about standing up to them. Jake was very nervous about what tomorrow would hold, but now that he had his brother and his boyfriend by his side, he felt much more confident.
Tyler waited anxiously for any response from Jake. Tyler hadn’t technically lied, but he had skewed the truth enough to make him very uncomfortable. He could only hope that Jake would buy his story. “So… are you ok?”
Jake was so caught up worrying about tomorrow that he had forgotten to pay attention to what was happening around him. He could see the worry etched into Tyler’s face. Jake’s demeanor immediately softened. “Oh. Yeah. I’m fine. I think I’m ready. They have to find out sometime, right? And with you by my side I am sure I’ll be fine… You will be there, right?”
Tyler immediately perked up. “Of course! I’ll be there for you whenever you need me. I always have been and always will be.” Tyler began running slowly towards Jake and Jake began to do the same towards Tyler. Had this been a movie, Rhapsody in G would be blaring in the background, and the slow running would be a result of cinematic magic. As it was, the only soundtrack to this scene was the smushy, squishing sound of footfalls on the saturated carpet, and the slow running was just a side effect of the two boys struggling to move while being weighted down by their enormous dicks and balls.
Their huge packages obstructed them further as their cocks and balls smashed against each other as they tried to embrace. The two boys had to crawl over their own members in order to get into arms reach of each other. Once, they did, though, they embraced long and passionately and kissed each other deeply.
Sam was once again left to feel like the third wheel, but he knew that this was for the best. He really liked Jake and Tyler, and was happy for them. If anyone deserved each other it was these two. Sam silently walked around the room collecting pieces of clothing to throw into the washer. He hoped that whatever happened next, Tyler and Jake would at least try and limit the damage to his already defiled living quarters.
Sam flung his massive cock over his shoulder and slowly walked down the stairs with the bundle of clothes to be washed. He was genuinely happy for them and was feeling all warm and fuzzy after watching the touching moment Jake and Tyler had shared. Sam hoped that he found someone like that some day; someone who would be able to see pass the giant mass of sex that was now larger than Sam’s body.
It was slow going, trying to walk down the stairs. It really didn’t help that Sam’s huge nuts now hung lower than his ankles. They were also so huge that he couldn’t fit them side by side on the stairway. He eventually settled on a system where he would prop himself up on his the railing using his hands while he used his feet to guide his balls down the steps. He was able to keep the laundry balanced in his lap as he walked down the railing on his palms and rode his nuts down the stairs. He had expected it to hurt a lot more than it had, but at his current size, each foot drop was roughly akin to an inch drop for a normal person.
Sam was glad to finally be on the ground floor. There were no more stairs between him and the utility room where the washer was kept. The house was pitch black and completely silent as Sam crept around. He hoped to be in and out without his dad catching him. It seemed like Sam had made it too. He loaded the clothes into the washer, tossed in some detergent, and set the cycle to run. Once Sam was satisfied that the washing machine could handle the rest of the task without him, he brushed his hands together with a few satisfied smacks; this was both a gesture of accomplishment and a method of shaking off the powdered jizz flakes that Sam had gotten all over his hands from handling the cum-crusted clothing.
Sam turned around the see his father standing in the doorway glaring at it. Sam’s heart stopped and his body tensed up with fear. He had no idea how his father would react to seeing him like this.
Sam’s dad looked his son up and down; noticing the modifications that had been made since last he saw them. “You got bigger.”
Sam stood up straight and rigid as if he were an army recruit being grilled by some tough talking drill instructor. Now that he was no longer making an effort to try and balance his massive dick over his shoulder, it quickly rolled off and crashed against the floor with a loud smack. “Yes, sir” was all that Sam could manage. He stared straight ahead, not daring to make eye contact.
Sam’s dad puffed up his chest as stared down his son. The two were roughly the same height, but Sam’s dad had a far bulkier build. Years of working hard construction had given him solid muscles, and years of not worrying too much about his diet had added even more bulk on top of that. Sam’s dad completely dwarfed his lithe son. “I’ve seen the other boys. They are bigger.”
Sam nodded; still too panicked to read his father’s tone. “Yes, sir.”
Sam’s father’s eyes narrowed even further. “Do you know what you are doing?”
Sam couldn’t answer. He didn’t fully understand the question, and his brain was on the verge of a full meltdown.
Todd had always been a man of few words and fewer facial expressions. Wanda had been the first woman to ever be able to see through his stoic mask and understand his feelings. You wouldn’t know it by looking at him, but marrying her made him the happiest man in the world. Then Sam was born and it seemed like his life was getting better every day.
Wanda had been taken from them far too early. Todd missed her every day of his life, but he was glad to have Sam around. He could see so much of her in his son; especially in his smile and the way he laughed. When Sam had come out and had his entire life upended, it hurt Todd more than he would ever show. Every day Sam’s emotions seemed to dull and he became more and more like his father. It tore him up inside to see that vacant expression on Sam’s face, but he never was any good at expressing himself. He couldn’t give Sam the help that he knew Sam needed.
When Sam had shown up with two new friends, Todd was at first shocked to see their odd proportions. He had never known people could get to be so big down there; even Sam’s had surprised him. He certainly didn’t get that from his side of the family, but as shocking as their appearances were, their effect on Sam’s mood was undeniable. Sam was laughing for the first time ages. As much as Todd hated dark elves and especially spiders, if Sam had met a Drider that made him laugh like that, Todd would walk up and shake both of his hands and all eight of his legs.
Still, seeing Sam with a cock that was bigger than his body was hard to take in, especially after seeing that whale of a dick that was shooting out of his guest house earlier. It’s probably a good thing that Todd had no idea about Sam having played Jonah with that same whale earlier in the night. Todd was worried that his son would lose himself to whatever was happening with those other two. At the same time, he didn’t want to try and tear Sam away from the first friends he had made that had managed to crack his shell.
Todd was trying to have a heart to heart with Sam, but he could see the terror welling up in his son’s eyes. Todd was not actually mad at Sam at all; just worried. He wished there was some way that he could get through to Sam. Todd did the one thing he could think of. He pulled Sam in and hugged him tight. “Just promise me that you’ll be careful.”
Sam was shocked when his dad had hugged him like that. He was so sure that his father would be repulsed by his appearance. He would be so disgusted by the freak that Sam was becoming. Sam thought for sure that his dad disapproved of his new friends. Maybe Tyler was right all along. Maybe his dad really was just happy for him.
Once the shock passed, Sam began to relax. He didn’t dislike his dad. He loved him, in fact, but it he was just so hard to read. Sam could never be sure how his dad had taken his coming out. They had never really talked about it at all. Sam was so happy when his dad had kicked out his last girlfriend after what she had said. Maybe he should have actually told his dad that sometime. Sam hugged his dad back. “Thank you… for everything. I mean it.”
When Sam and his dad eventually broke their embrace Sam could see that his dad’s eyes were wet. This was the closest Sam had ever seen him come to crying. Sam’s father put one thick hand on his shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze before he turned and silently left the room.
Sam was feeling much better about everything that was happening in his life. He had hope for tomorrow again. Maybe people could see past his newly enhance equipment. His thoughts returned to Dalton. Who knows, maybe he’d even like Sam’s changes. Sam blushed as a goofy smile spread across his face. Maybe Dalton would even want to join him.
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Sam stared down at the phone number in shock and disbelief. Was there really someone who was interested in him? Sam was hesitant to let himself believe that this phone number was really meant for him; especially with other fine specimens such as Tyler in the room with him.
Tyler could tell that Sam was a little doubtful. It would be kind of cute the way Sam was so oblivious to his obvious sex appeal, if it weren’t so sad. Sam was a one of a kind kind of guy, but he was too scarred and skittish from his rough past to realize it. Tyler placed a hand reassuringly on Sam’s shoulder. “You should at least text him. Let him know you are at least interested.”
Sam nodded and nervously began punching in the name and number into his contact list. Then, with equally shaky hands, Sam typed a message into his phone. “Hey. It’s Sam. Maybe we could hang out sometime? When you aren’t working.” Sam took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he hit send.
Jake, Tyler and Sam all watched Lyle work. They could see him perk up a bit as his phone buzzed, but it was far too busy at the moment for him to check it. They could all see the excitement on his face. There was finally enough of a lull in the workload for him to sneak a peak at his cell; the three boys were on the edges of their seats waiting for his reaction.
When Lyle saw the message he could not contain his joy. A huge smile spread across his face. Any who saw him would agree that the smile made him at least five times more attractive. The expression of sheer joy didn’t fade from his face for the rest of his shift. As a result, it was one of the best days for tips that that shop had seen.
The boys wished they could stay a little longer, but it was getting close to time for class. They got up from their seats; they had chosen to sit on the couches in the corner of the shop; there was no way they could sit at a regular table with their immense packages protruding so far in front of them. Sam made sure to turn and give a friendly wave goodbye to Lyle. Lyle was a little sad to see them go, but the little extra gesture of friendship from Sam at the end more than made up for it.
They all filed into Jake’s jeep much like they had earlier. The little excursion had lifted all of their spirits. Sam was all giddy from having been hit on and from the prospects of maybe having a viable candidate for boyfriend. Jake was happy for Sam, but he was also really enjoying the feeling of power that came from having all of those people be so jealous of him. Tyler was also really happy for Sam; he was always happy to help a friend. He also loved being the center of attention, and all the lusty glares that were on him while he was helping Sam was a huge bonus.
It took only a few minutes for them to drive from the coffee shop back over to the school. Jake pulled into a parking spot, and Sam and Tyler got out. “Well, I actually have a final in my first period, so I have to get going.” Tyler leaned in and gave Jake a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you around.” With that Tyler turned and walked briskly to class. Well, as briskly as one with such a cumbersome bulge could manage, anyway.
Sam hung around for a second before placing his hand on Jake’s shoulder. “Hey, so… I know you don’t know me that well yet, but I heard about the whole coming out tonight thing. If there’s anything I could do to help, just let me know.” Sam gave a kind of shaky awkward smile. He wasn’t nearly as good at giving reassuring grins to his friends as Tyler was, but he meant well.
Jake nodded to Sam and managed to smile. “Thanks. I know we have only really known each other for a day, but I already consider you among my closest friends. I’ll let you know if I think of anything, but I think for tonight, at least, it will be just Tyler and I.”
Sam nodded. He was sure that if anyone could help Jake out, it was Tyler, but Sam wished there was more he could do for his new friend. “I’ve got to get going. I’ll see you around.”
Jake watched as Sam hurried off to class as well. It occurred to Jake that he didn’t actually have Sam’s number. Not that it really mattered. Jake didn’t have a working phone, either. If Jake wanted to reach anyone he’d have to use Tyler’s phone, and Tyler had Sam’s number. Although, come to think of it, Jake had over an hour to kill before his first class of the day. He could just charge his phone while he waited.
Jake looked down to see an empty socket where his phone charger should have been. Jake sighed. Tyler can be a bit of a space cadet at times. He must have pulled out the charger when he grabbed his phone. So much for that idea. Jake debated going back home, but he decided against it. He really didn’t want to face his parents yet, and it seemed like a waste of time. Jake really didn’t need his phone for today.
That still left him with a lot of time to kill. Maybe he could go chill out at the Starbucks a little longer. He really enjoyed all the stares he was getting from the people around him. Jake had never been one to really like to stand out in a crowd, but he was seriously beginning to rethink his stance. Jake eventually decided against doing this, too. It wouldn’t be nearly as fun without his friends there with him. Jake sighed again before getting out of the car. He’ll just have to keep himself entertained around campus.
Sam was still flying high on cloud nine as he strolled through the corridors. He was so happy to have some guy’s phone number; a guy who was cute and genuinely seemed interested in him, no less. He didn’t seem turned off by Sam’s grotesquely huge dick, either. Sam was totally going to follow up on with this guy if Dalton ended up running screaming from the building the second he saw Sam’s monstrous cock.
Sam would probably follow up with this new guy anyway. Sam was still not sure what he thought about Dalton. The sex had been awesome, don’t get him wrong on that, but Sam was hoping for something a little more than just casual sex. He wanted someone he could just enjoy hanging out with; maybe catch some cheesy date movies with from time to time, too.
Sam was too caught up in his thought to notice the guy sneaking up behind him. Sam froze as he felt an arm slide over his shoulder and snake back across his chest. The mysterious person pulled Sam in tight, and with their other hand, grabbed Sam’s dick and began massaging it.
Sam recognized Dalton’s voice instantly as he seductively whispered into Sam’s ear. “Oh? For me? You shouldn’t have.” Sam could feel himself getting harder by the second as Dalton continued to rub his enormous cock in the middle of the crowded hallway; occasionally even slipping his hand down lower and giving Sam’s hefty nuts a nice, hard squeeze.
Sam was glad he had used the extra strength fabric. His gigantic cock was pressing against the confines of its cloth casing; bulging out in obscene ways like a gremlin about to burst from its cocoon. Beads of pre seeped through the fabric and began to dribble on to the floor. Even with the reinforced fabric Sam had used, he doubted his pants would last much longer against the behemoth straining to break free.
Sam’s sexy moaning had attracted a lot of attention. Fellow students had stopped to gawk at the erotic scene playing out in front of them. Dalton watched the crowd form around him with a menacing and seductive glare that seemed to say both “Back off, this one is mine.” And “I bet you wish I would do this to you, too.” Dalton sucked on Sam’s neck like some cliché movie vampire, the classy oldschool variety, not those sparkly new age retro hippy vampires; leaving Sam with an impressively painful looking hickey.
Dalton whispered huskily into Sam’s ear, “Getting a little crowded here, don’t you think? I think it’s time we went somewhere a little more… intimate.” Dalton gave Sam’s earlobe a quick nibble as he dragged Sam to a nearby supply closet.
Sam was so hard it hurt. His briefs were now permanently stretched out and soaked clear through. He left a trail of pre behind as Dalton pulled him away.
Once they were in the closet, Dalton flipped the lights on and shoved Sam down onto the floor. “Off with them.” Dalton barked as he pulled his shirt off over his head.
Sam sat there stunned. Dalton had been forceful yesterday, but today he was all but domineering. Sam was a little confused, a little sore, and very aroused. He continued to sit there in shocked silence.
Dalton pulled off his pants and threw them on the shelf with his bag and other clothes. He was now completely naked, except for his thin framed glasses. Dalton’s eight incher was rock hard. “Come on now.” Dalton taunted. “Surely you can’t expect me to do all the work.” Dalton put his hands on his hips and pressed one foot hard into the base of Sam’s shaft; the ball of his foot was digging deep into Sam’s cock, while the heel was smashing into Sam’s balls. Sam’s breath caught in his throat as he began oozing even harder.
Sam struggled to pull his flannel shirt off and undo his suspenders as Dalton’s foot dug in deeper and deeper; urging Sam to go faster and faster. Sam managed to peel his shirts off and began to push his shorts down, but he could only get them down to about his knees; Sam’s own huge cock was blocking him from bending over and farther.
Dalton groaned in mock disgust. “Well it can’t be helped, then, can it? I guess I’ll just have to help you out.” Dalton got down on his knees and pulled Sam’s shorts off; flinging them unceremoniously over his shoulder. Sam began to slide his underwear down, but Dalton stopped him. “No, this one is mine.”
Dalton got up and pulled one of the ladders down off the wall and set it up. Dalton grabbed his bag and hung it from the top of the ladder. “Now, for the main event.” Dalton gave Sam a wide toothy grin of sadistic glee as he pulled out his ipad and began opening apps. Dalton climbed to the top of the ladder and slipped the ipad into one of the outside pockets so that the camera lens was facing outward. He fiddled with the angle a bit so that Sam would be easily visible on the screen and then looked over to Sam. “Smile for the camera.”
Sam’s face turned bright red. He slunk back against the wall as best he could. He was actually glad his cock was so huge because it gave him something to hide behind. He really wasn’t comfortable with being filmed in such a vulnerable position, but he was too horny to get away. Sam really didn’t want to leave in his current condition, it came down to being filmed in a private setting, or running from the little supply room, almost completely naked, with a boner that was visible from the Alaska.
“Oh, don’t be that way. This will be fun.” Dalton chided. “Just sit back and enjoy yourself.” Dalton got down on his hand and knees in front of Sam again and began pulling Sam’s briefs down very slowly. Dalton made sure to keep himself out of the shot as he pulled down Sam’s underwear revealing inch after inch of gigantic, rock hard, cock.
Sam gasped in pain. The angle that Dalton was undressing him from was causing his massive, throbbing erection to bend at a painful angle. Dalton continued to pull Sam’s clothing off; past Sam’s knees, past his calves, and still Sam had a few feet left of his magnificent dick. Sam’s behemoth was easily as thick as both of his legs combined; quite a bit thicker, actually.
Dalton finally cleared Sam’s feet with the briefs. Sam’s toes were clenching and stretching as he was bracing himself against the pain and pleasure of having his enormous piece handled so roughly. There was still over a foot left of Sam’s cock tangled up in the now loose, gigantic, frontal pouch. Dalton pulled down hard on the brief’s causing the tip of Sam’s cock to mash up hard against the fabric. Dalton continued to hold down Sam’s cock in this way as he crawled over, and sat down on top of it like a big fleshy rocking horse.
“My, how you’ve grown since yesterday.” Dalton grinded his own cock into Sam’s enormous one. “I can hardly believe that just yesterday this was inside me. It’s almost a shame, really. I don’t think even I can take one this big.”
Dalton continued to rock back and forth, harder and harder. Sam could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. His breathing was getting ragged, and his heart was pounding in his chest. He was so close, but right before Sam could climax, Dalton wrapped his legs tightly around Sam’s immense, throbbing shaft. Sam let out a quick gasp of shock and pain.
“Oh, no. Not yet. You do not have my permission to cum yet, my friend. You see, I am still mad at you. Oh yes, I am very cross with you.” Dalton continued his crushing pro-wrestler, leg lock of Sam’s cock as he gingerly stroked the shaft. “You have discovered something magnificent, and it never dawned on you to share it with your bud? I thought we were friends. We are mates, you and I, aren’t we?”
It was a yes or no question, but neither answer was correct. Sam didn’t know how to respond. He just tried to steady his breathing and beg for release. “Please. I was afraid. I’m sorry. Please. I didn’t know this would happen. Once it did, I thought you would think I was some kind of freak.”
“You say you didn’t want to tell me. You say you are a freak, but really now. Do you honestly expect me to believe that when you come around flaunting everything you’ve got in one of these?” Dalton reached behind him and peeled the briefs off the tip of Sam’s still oozing dick. Sam’s underoos were entirely soaked. Dalton pressed them up to his face and breathed in the smell of Sam’s sweat and pre. “But that’s ok. I can forgive you. We are friends after all, right?” Dalton kept his eyes locked on Sam’s as a cruel grin spread across his face. He then began sucking on Sam’s briefs; drinking ounce after ounce of Sam’s juices.
Sam’s mind was screaming. He was so aroused and yet so terrified. He had never imagined Dalton could have such a dark side. Sam was starting to feel guilty, too. He was actually beginning to believe what Dalton was saying. Maybe he should have told Dalton as soon as it happened. “I’m sorry. It was my friend, Tyler.”
Dalton pulled Sam’s briefs out of is mouth; a long sticky strand of saliva still connecting them to his tongue. Tyler. He had heard that name somewhere before… Dalton was piecing it together now. That boy in the video. Tyler. Taylor. Same difference. And yes. The fight in the halls yesterday. Dalton had heard rumors of the hot new gay couple around town. Jake and Tyler. It hadn’t registered to him at the time that this couple was Jack and Taylor from the film.
“So this friend, Tyler, just happened to make your dick grow from the amazing rod you had yesterday, into this magnificent specimen of cock?” The look on Dalton’s face was both malicious and accusing. “If I hadn’t seen it for myself I would say you were lying.”
Dalton leaned in close and gave Sam and long sensual kiss on the lips. “Now tell me. Since we are friends here. How did he do it? What’s the secret? Tell me…” Dalton tightened his vise grip on Sam’s tool. “… and all will be forgiven.”
Sam’s mind was too foggy from the pain and the arousal to fight back. He needed to cum so bad, but he couldn’t with that evil, human, cock ring riding him like a Chinese finger trap. “It’s… It’s… his cum…” Sam felt himself getting even redder.
“You really get around, don’t you, Sammy boy? How many others have you slept with behind my back, hmm?” Dalton squeezed tighter before loosening up again. He didn’t loosen his grip enough for Sam to blow his load, but it was at least enough to ease the pain Sam was feeling. Dalton then leaned in and kissed Sam again; long and deep; making sure to get his tongue way in there. Dalton gave Sam a doe eyed glare of feigned betrayal. “Am I not enough for you, babe?”
Dalton hopped to his feet, causing Sam to fire off a couple of long, heavy, involuntary shots of warm spunk which splattered against the door. Sam panted heavily. His massive erection was already beginning to droop and deflate as his shame and anxiety overpowered his arousal.
“Oh, you can’t be done already. I’ve seen you gush like a fire hose and that was four feet ago. No, you have so much more to give me.” Dalton walked over to in front of Sam’s humongous drooping rod. Dalton had not had enough yet. He was horny and he was excited. He had finally discovered the secret to the incredible growing cocks he had seen on the stream a few nights ago. He had names. He had faces. And he had someone who was going to get him in good graces with this boy who would give him the biggest dick this world has ever seen. Sam’s six feet were nice and all, but this was a gift best left with those who had a true appreciation for it. Poor Sam. He had the greatest gift anyone could ever ask for and he was afraid of it. Dalton was going to have to show him just how great his gift truly was.
Dalton put his hands on his hips as he stared down Sam. Sam was too hurt and ashamed to look Dalton in the eyes. “Did I hurt your feelings there? I’m sorry. I just got really worked up. Let me make it up to you.” Dalton gave Sam a seductive smile, but there was still that glint of malice in his eyes. Sam wasn’t sure if he trusted Dalton anymore… or if he ever did, for that matter.
Dalton continued to stare at Sam as he lifted up his foot and pressed it firmly up against the opening at the tip of Sam’s cock; Sam’s slit was just about as long as Dalton’s foot now. “How’s that feel? Good, right? I treat you right, don’t I?”
It did feel pretty amazing actually. Dalton’s foot was working the tip of Sam’s cock in much the way that Sam had used his thumb back when he was still small enough to work his shaft with one hand. As Sam stared at his colossal member that was once again stirring to life, he found it impossible to believe he had ever beet a mere six inches. It was like when you find an old baby sock you once wore and it now you can’t even fit it on a single toe. In no time Sam was oozing pre all over again.
Sam continued to get harder, but Dalton did not give any ground. Sam dick was expanding and extending. Dalton pressed harder and harder against Sam’s cock. Sam was rock hard, but his shaft was bending since it could not extend forward anymore. It hurt a little, but the amazing feeling of Dalton’s foot digging into the head of his cock was just so amazing.
As Dalton continued to twist and turn and rub his foot along Sam’s tip, Sam could feel himself getting closer and closer to cumming again. Sam could only hope that Dalton would let him this time. Sam was understandably still anxious around Dalton. Sam could feel it. He was about to blow, but he didn’t know if he was allowed. He tried to hold it all in, but a little burst slipped through.
Little is a relative term. The jet of cum that Sam let loose crashed against Dalton’s foot and sprayed out the sides like a fondue fountain. Dalton’s foot was completely soaked; as were many of the supplies in the room. “You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?” Dalton grinned at Sam. His cruel tone seemed to have softened to a much mellower teasing bravado. “You’ve gotten me all sticky.”
Dalton lifted his foot off of Sam’s still dribbling monster, and hobbled closer to Sam’s face; trying not to put any weight on his slimy foot. “It’s your fault I’m like this. The least you could do is clean up after yourself.” Dalton pushed his messy foot into Sam’s face; smearing jizz across Sam’s lips. “Come on now. Don’t be shy. It’s yours after all.”
Sam opened his mouth a little bit. He was hesitant. He had never really considered feet to be particularly sexy, but there was something about Dalton’s demeanor when he was being playful like this that got Sam horny. It was definitely a nice change from the darker, vindictive side had just witnessed a minute ago.
Sam was surprised to find that Dalton’s toes were not as horrifically bad tasting as he had expected. They tasted much like any other part of the body. There was a little hint of a leathery taste from Dalton’s shoes, but most of the flavor was sweat, skin, and Sam’s own spooge. It’s probably a good thing that this was still pretty early on in the day; Dalton hadn’t had time to really work up the typical sweat from walking around all day in those faux leather foot saunas he liked to wear.
Once Sam was able to get over the initial weirdness of having someone else’s toes in his mouth, he really started getting into it. Sam licked every inch of Dalton’s foot clean; slurping up every last drop of his own cum. Sam really liked the playful Dalton. Maybe he wasn’t so bad; Sam would just have to keep on his good side. After all, it was his fault that Dalton was so pissed off earlier, right?
Dalton loved the feeling of Sam suckling his toes and licking his foot up and down. Sam’s tongue tickled a bit as it slid sloppy up and down his arch and around the ball of his foot. Dalton was going to have to make a note to do this more often with the other guys he bangs. He especially loved the way that he had Sam pinned right under his foot.
When Dalton got big like Sam was… No, bigger than Sam was, he’d be sure to make sure they knew just how small they were when compared to him. Dalton dreamed of riding some guy’s cock while his massive dick completely eclipsed their body. Dalton could only imagine what it would be like to have a guy writhing under his enormous nuts.
Just imagining it got Dalton rock hard. Not that he wasn’t hard already, but Dalton was about ready to spurt just from imagining the things he’d do with a monumental piece like Sam was sporting. Dalton was so close. He had to cum now.
Dalton pulled is foot back from Sam’s mouth. “That’s enough of that. I’ve got something you’ll like even more.”
Sam had gotten so into the tongue bath he was giving Dalton’s foot that he had shut his eyes. When Dalton pulled away, Sam opened his eyes; ready to bust out the puppy dog eyes and plead for more of Dalton to service. Fortunately, Dalton had Sam’s next job already lined up. Sam was pleased to see his new target. As Sam looked over the big, thick eight inches that were flooding his field of vision, Sam had to agree with Dalton; he was going to enjoy this a lot more.
Sam barely had time to get his mouth around Dalton’s thick cock before Dalton let loose. Sam almost choked on the sudden wave of cum that was cascading down his throat, but he managed to swallow it and quickly get into a steady rhythm of gulps. Sam couldn’t believe how much Dalton was cumming. He seemed to be unloading a lot more than any normal person should be able to; especially one who had not undergone the changes like Sam had.
Sam gulped down shot after shot of warm, creamy jizz. At this rate Sam wouldn’t even have needed to get breakfast. He was being given a plus size, all natural, protein shake right here at school. Sam was still rock hard from earlier, he had been trying to hold it in this whole time, but now that he could feel Dalton’s load filling him up, Sam just could not hold it anymore. He let loose blast after hot, sticky blast of jizz upon the supply room, coating the doorway that he was facing, and causing the floor to flood with warm jizz. Sam was pumping out spunk faster than the little crack under the door could drain it.
Dalton could feel Sam’s jizz pooling around his ankles, but he just didn’t care. His body was being rocked by the biggest orgasm he had ever had, and it was still going! Dalton had no idea how he could cum so much, but he really didn’t care. All he could think about was how much spooge he could churn out if he were at Sam’s size. He could completely cover Sam in it in a matter of seconds. Just thinking about how he would shower Sam in his spunk seemed to make him cum even harder.
Sam finally had to break for a breath, but Dalton was showing no signs of slowing. He pulled back off of Dalton’s cock and let it spray him in the face as he caught his breath. This load was definitely larger than normal, but Sam wasn’t complaining. He had grown to like these facials during the past few days. He had always thought it was strange the way girls in movies liked to coat their faces with this bizarre alien slime and lay in bed with cucumbers on their eyes, but after all the time Sam had spent being completely laminated in jizz, he could kind of see the allure.
Sam and Dalton both steadily slowed their streams to a halt. The little closet was now like a subterranean cave; a dark, dank, hollow with a foot deep of standing liquid. The air in there was humid from all the sweat and spunk. Dalton could see that Sam was spent, and probably not going to be going anywhere in the near future, so he gathered up his clothes, and opened the door a crack.
The pool of cum shoved the door open the rest of the way as it cascaded out of the store room. Dalton quickly peeked outside to see if anyone had seen them flood the hall. There was no one around, so he shut the door again and quickly dressed. He pulled his shoes on over his cum-soaked feet; the jizz was plastered on so thick, that it looked like he was wearing really high socks to anyone who didn’t look too closely. Once dressed, Dalton snagged his bag and fled the scene of the grime.
Dalton had what he needed, and got off in the process. All in all, not a bad way to spend the morning. Fortunately most of his clothes had been up on the shelf, and thus had been spared from the rain of cum that Sam had sprayed across the room. His ipad had gotten hosed down by Sam’s torrent of jizz, but it didn’t seem to do any actual damage. A warm cloth would do the trick… Ok, maybe more like forty warm cloths.
Dalton checked his ipad to see that something was different about the screen. A new app had been installed? “Eridian Tech nanites?” Dalton flipped through the menus. Current user: Samwise. There were menus on here for every aspect of Sam’s cock; shaft size, ball size, cum production. Dalton could feel a feeling of sadistic glee bubble up inside of him. Dalton pressed down on the slider for cock size and slid it as far to the right as it could go. Dalton watched as the number rose and rose; 100 feet, 200 feet. Dalton couldn’t wait to see the look on Sam’s face as his ever expanding dick crushed the school.
The screen on the ipad turned red. An error prompt appeared in its place. “Controls locked. Admin privileges required.” Admin privileges? Who was the admin? Of course! Dalton knew exactly who he needed to unlock his new app.
Sam could hear his phone chirping. He had a new message. Sam was curious to find out who it was, but he really didn’t want to move yet. He was still shocked about what had just happened; how quickly Dalton had alternated between sadistic dominator and playful lover. His mind was reeling with all the new feelings he had. He kind of liked Dalton, but he was also terrified of him. The way Dalton talked down to him had made Sam feel dirty, too. He had made Sam feel so guilty for hanging out with his friends. It wasn’t like Sam and Dalton were a couple, right? They hadn’t even been on a date yet.
Sam hoped that that text was from Dalton so he could really show him how he felt. Sam sifted through the pockets of his cum soaked pants, and found his phone. The message was indeed from Dalton. Perfect. Time to end things with this douche.
“Hey. I am really sorry for the way I acted. I mean it. Let me make it up to you. Dinner tonight? My treat? You can even bring those friends of yours. Make it a double date.” Sam was not expecting this. Maybe he overreacted. Maybe he should give Dalton another chance?
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For the first time in as far back as Jake could remember, Tyler seemed genuinely embarrassed. Apparently, even the show-off, exhibitionist Tyler didn’t like his mom seeing his junk. Jake would have found the bashful look on Tyler’s face very endearing and extremely cute, if he himself was not also completely mortified. In many ways, Mrs. Simmons was as much of a mother figure to Jake as she was to Tyler.
Mrs. Simmons quickly got over her shock and crossed her arms in front of her. Her eyes narrowed and her voice took more commanding tone as she went into full mom mode. “Tyler, you have some serious explaining to do.”
Tyler raised his arm that was not propping up Sam in a calming gesture; hoping to diffuse his mom’s indignation long enough for him to formulate some sort of defense. “It’s not as bad as it looks, honestly” Tyler didn’t think it looked bad at all, but that’s really not the sort of thing he was going to be telling his mother; especially not while she was on the rant like she was now. “I just had a bit of a growth spurt is all.”
Jake was glad that he was somehow avoiding being laid into by Tyler’s mother. While Jake wasn’t technically one of her kids, there had been many times over the years where Mrs. Simmons had taken them both to task over their little escapades. Tyler and Jake were both relieved when the door behind them opened again. The distraction was just what they needed right now.
Mark stepped into the entryway of Tyler’s house. He never knocked when he came into Tyler’s house. Then again, no one who was part of Tyler’s extended quasi-family ever did. He had been an honorary member of the family almost as long as Jake had. His eyes were immediately drawn to the two colossal mounds of cocks extending from his kid brother and his neighbor. “What in the wide, wide world of sports happened to you two?” He asked in awe. He felt a strange sense of pride in knowing that his little brother could put a Volkswagen to shame. “And who’s the mummy?” Mark said gesturing to the tightly wrapped silhouette of Sam.
Tyler could feel Sam tense up as the attention was drawn to him. He was technically completely covered, but he still felt naked and exposed. Add on to that the fact that he was in a strange place surrounded by people he hadn’t met before; it was just not a favorable match-up.
Tyler quickly seized the opportunity to pull the topic away from pair of gigantic packages. It was no small feat to try and distract people from the Colossus of Chodes that currently occupied much of the entry foyer. “This is our buddy, Sam. He had some trouble at school so we brought him here to clean up. That’s why we’re home so early.”
Tyler reached to pull back Sam’s makeshift hood, but Sam’s hand shot up to prevent him. “Hey, it’s ok. Trust me on this one.”
Sam’s grip slowly loosened, allowing Tyler to pull back the sheet enough to reveal his face. Sam was still very gaunt looking and had bits of dry cum splattered in his hair. Sam was trying hard to avoid eye contact with anyone. In fact, he was trying to avoid looking at anyone altogether.
“Oh you poor dear.” Mrs. Simmons held her arms open to welcome Sam in for an embrace. Tyler gave Sam a light shove of encouragement from behind. Sam tried to step forward, but he was too tangled in his sheets to walk effectively by himself and stumbled. The sheets began to slip; exposing his shoulder and much of his chest. Fortunately, his gigantic shaft was still kept safely under wraps. Sam quickly readjusted his rudimentary robes, but all alliteration aside, the damage had been done. Tyler’s mother had seen that Sam was lacking clothing under his mummy suit.
Mrs. Simmons eyes quickly turned to Tyler. “What happened to him? Where are his clothes?”
Tyler fidgeted under his mother’s scrutinous glare. “His clothes are in the car, but we don’t know what happened. He hasn’t spoken since we found him like this. That’s why we decided to bring him here.”
Mrs. Simmons pulled Sam into her arms. “You poor dear. Let’s get you cleaned up. Mark, go fetch his clothes. We can’t let your folks see Jake like this. They’ll hit the roof.” She then turned her gaze to Jake and Tyler and gave them a glare that sent chills up their spines. “And don’t think for a second that I am done with you two. We will finish this discussion later.”
Tyler and Jake let out a sigh in unison as they enjoyed their momentary stay of execution. Enjoy might be a little too strong of a word, but they were definitely glad to have a few more minutes before they had to explain themselves. Tyler had not even considered how his mother would react to his new gift. He definitely hadn’t expected her to freak out like she had. He thought that she should be happy for him to have been given such a blessing, but he figured that women probably just can’t understand the joys of having a huge cock.
In no time at all Mark was back with the soggy mass of clothing from Jake’s Jeep. “What a mess. If this is what I think it is I can’t imagine how there is so much of it.” Mark looked again at the two pairs of colossal nuts attached to the younger guys in the room. “… right.”
Mark set the spoogey pile on top of the small table near the front door, and turned back to speak to Jake and Tyler. “Look. I don’t know what’s up with your… well…” Mark made a few sweeping gestures towards the humongous dicks that were on display before him. “… all of this, but I think we need to hide it from the folks. They’re already on a warpath and the last thing we need is them seeing this, too.”
Jake looked even more tense than he already was. “Already? What have they heard?”
Mark exchanged a few questioning glances with Tyler. He had not realized that Jake did not already know about being accidentally outed already. “Well, the version I got is that Tyler’s mom was talking with mom and dad yesterday and let slip how proud she was that Tyler had finally come out.” Mark took a moment to choose his words carefully. “You know how mom and dad get. They flipped off the handle and they think that you and Tyler are well… together.”
Jake winced a bit, but responded “Well, we are together.”
“But you know how they are. They refuse to believe that you could be gay too. They think Tyler is a bad influence and corrupting you and all that other bullshit.” Mark let out a long, sad sigh. “Look, I know you already know this, but it’s going to be rough. Are you ready for this?”
Jake nodded; looking surprisingly resolute. “Let’s do this.”
Tyler raised a triumphant hand as he cheered on Jake “Alright! I’m coming too.”
Mark gave Tyler an incredulous look, “Are you sure? You are part of the problem here.”
Tyler scoffed, “Hell yeah, I’m going. If they have a problem with me they can say it to my face.”
Mark just shrugged. “Alright then. I’ll go on ahead and give you the signal to come over. I’ll keep them occupied while you two slip in and take your seats. If we play our cards right they won’t see your… you know.”
Mark once again left the house; leaving Jake and Tyler alone again. Tyler could tell that Jake was very nervous and put a hand reassuringly on Jake’s shoulder. “We’ll get through this. Mark and I will be right there with you.”
Jake nodded in agreement, but he still looked uncertain. Tyler knew enough about Jake’s family life to know that Jake was really not looking forward to this encounter; especially now that he was more aware of what his parents knew. Jake never went against his parents wishes, and this was about as far from his parents wishes as he could get.
Tyler continued to try and reassure Jake as the two of them waited in relative silence. A minute later, Tyler’s mother came back down. “I sent him to take a shower in the guest bath upstairs. Poor boy looks traumatized.” She shook her head. She had calmed down quite a bit and was now more worried about Sam than she was about Jake and Tyler’s obscene bulges.
Mrs. Simmons could tell from the look on Jake’s face that it was already time for him to face his parents. She could see the pain and fear in Jake’s eyes. “I can’t even begin to imagine ho hard this must be for you, but whatever happens, you are welcome here. We have extra room, and we will gladly take you in if things turn for the worst. You should never feel like you have to be part of a family that doesn’t want you as you are.” She pulled Jake in for a long reassuring hug. “I will fight them for you if I have to.”
She didn’t mean physically fight them obviously, but Tyler’s mom was a very well connected and well respected lawyer in their city. She could easily mount a legal battle to get Jake out of an unhealthy family environment if it came down to that, but everyone hoped it never had to come to that. It would be a long and difficult fight, and for all their neuroses, Jake really did love his parents. He just wished they would accept him for who he was, and not for whom they wanted him to be.
In a few minutes, Tyler’s phone chirped to inform him that he had a new message. It was from Mark, “Come on in.” Tyler read the message and looked back to Jake. Jake’s eyes were filled with fear.
The pleading expression on Jake’s face seemed to ask “Is it time?” Tyler nodded and put his phone back in his pocket. Tyler’s mother solemnly nodded for them to go, and the two boys silently walked out of Tyler’s house and across the street to Jake’s house. They slipped in, Tyler going in first, and walked slowly through the house to the dining room; making sure to scout out each doorway for any sign of Jake’s parents before proceeding.
With the coast clear, Jake and Tyler slipped into the dining room and took a seat in the chairs across the table. They were sure to seat so that their backs were to the walls. With any luck, the table would do enough to completely hide their enormous dicks from the view of Jake’s prudish parents. Fortunately, the table in Jake’s dining room was far larger than they really needed for a family the size of Jake’s. It felt more like a large conference table in a nice office than it did an actual dining room table. Then again, Jake’s family rarely ate together, so it was more for decoration anyway.
Tyler typed a response to Mark to let him know that they were in position. In a matter of moments, Mark rounded the corner and entered the dining room followed shortly by Jake’s parents.
Jake’s father was an old, grey-haired, balding gentleman with thick glasses and a big bushy mustache. He was a heavy set man with tired eyes and an arthritic gait. He was wearing grey slacks, a white button up shirt, and suspenders. Tyler couldn’t help but think that all he needed was the grey suit coat and maybe a cowboy hat to make him look like some dour old oil man from Texas.
Jake’s mother was an equally old woman with her hair styled up in a fashionable grey bun and equally sharp glasses. Her sensible business blazer and skirt made her look much like a teacher; which would make sense, since she was after all a teacher. Well, a bible studies teacher, but that still counts.
Speaking of which, it was Wednesday wasn’t it? That would explain why Jake’s parents seemed all gussied up. It was a church night. Well, when it actually got to be night, anyway. They still had a few hours to go before Jake’s parents left for the service.
It had only been about three days since Tyler had learned of his abilities and shared it with Jake. He had shared more than his power with Jake, though. The two of them had learned of their mutual love for one another, and had become more than just best friends. Now they were going to face their first real test as a couple.
Mark took his seat on the opposite side of Jake from Tyler. Jake’s parents took their seats directly across from them. The seating position made it feel even more like a conference room,
or maybe like those large tables that lawyers and clients would sit at in the courtroom procedural shows where each side states their terms. Well, maybe that would still be a conference table, but Jake really felt like he was on trial right now. It was as if his mom was about to urge him to take a plea bargain for a reduced sentence. Jake could see it now. If he agreed to plead not gay and never speak to Tyler again, he could be allowed to stay in the family and would only serve three weeks solitary confinement in his room with a mandatory three church services a week.
Jake sat their awkwardly as he awaited someone to make some sort of first move. He really didn’t know what to say and didn’t want to make the first move, but he also didn’t like just sitting here waiting. The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Jake felt like his nerves were strung up so tight that at any second they could snap like a bunch of old guitar strings.
Jake’s mother finally broke the silence. “You know why we are here, correct?” Tyler really wanted to just reply with a smartass “because you are a homophobic bitch.” But he kept his mouth shut and nodded silently instead. He really didn’t want to make this harder on Jake than it had to be, and somehow starting a shouting match with Jake’s parents didn’t seem like it would be good for Jake’s mental health.
Jake lowered his head and responded, “Yes, mother…” He was never very good at talking back to his parents, and this was the most stressed out he has ever been.
Jake’s mother looked at the three guys across the table from her for a minute before fixing her gaze on Jake and continuing her speech. “Jake. Your father and I are very worried for you. We have recently found out that you have been hanging around some very…” she gave Tyler a quick menacing glare before continuing, “unhealthy elements.” Tyler rolled his eyes, but again sat back and held his tongue.
Jake continued to look down as he responded meekly, “No, mother.” Mark gave Jake’s should an encouraging squeeze while Tyler grabbed Jake’s hand under the table and held it tightly.
“No?” Jake’s mother was obviously surprised by this response. “I heard it from Mrs. Simmons herself that Tyler is going around claiming to be gay. Not only does he choose such a deplorable lifestyle, but she seems proud of his deviant behavior.”
“Oh, she has no idea how deviant I can get.” Tyler thought to himself, but again stopped himself from blurting anything out. It was getting really hard for him to not mouth off, though. He didn’t like being insulted, and he liked even less, not being able to fight back. He knew that he could easily make life harder for Jake by losing his cool, and so he struggled to keep a lid on his snark.
Jake’s mother continued to stare at him silently, as Jake fidgeted in his seat; still unable to make eye contact. “Nothing to say on the matter? Surely you knew about all of this, didn’t you?”
“Yes…” came Jake’s weak reply.
Jake’s mother let out a loud condescending sigh. “I thought we had raised you better than this. We can’t have you hanging around his type. People might think you are one of them.”
Tyler was about ready to stand up and let the passive-aggressive she-bitch have a piece of his mind. By this point the knowledge that if he stood up, his massive junk would probably overturn the table was the only thing keeping Tyler in his seat, but his rage was boiling over to the point that he was about ready to rageflip this table anyway.
Jake was shaking. His eyes were beginning to tear up, but he fought the tears as best he could. He didn’t want to seem weak, but he was reaching his limits. Jake clenched his fists and gathered up every last ounce of will he could muster. He had to go on the counter-attack now or he would never be able to muster the nerve. Jake’s voice was shaky, but he lifted his head and stared his mother right in the eyes. “And what would be so bad about that?”
Both of Jake’s parents were taken aback. They had not expected Jake to argue with them, but even more than that was the look on his face. Jakes eyes were red and watery, but he had a look of sheer determination that they had not seen in years. Mark gave Jake’s shoulder a quick reassuring squeeze, and Tyler did the same to Jake’s hand.
Jake’s mother quickly regained her composure. “It is not how you were raised. We are a good Christian family and we will live good Christian lives.”
Jake tried to form a counter argument, but Mark cut him off. Mark had been biding his time, waiting for Jake to stand up for himself. Now that Jake had taken the first step, Mark was ready to back him up every step of the way. “There are plenty of churches and congregations out there that are perfectly fine with homosexuality. Every day there are more and more openly gay clergy members. You are just using the Bible to hide your own prejudice.”
Mark and his mother have had a long history of going toe to toe when it came to heated debates. Now that Mark was in the fray the gloves were coming off. She tried to keep her calm and collected look, but her teeth were noticeably clenched and her nostrils were flaring. “Then those churches are wrong. It is not for us to pick and choose which of God’s words we will follow. If you had been to church recently you would know these things.”
Mark stood up and placed his hands on the table as he leaned in closer to his mother. “Maybe you should actually listen when you go to church. I have been talking with Father Ted for years about this subject and the church we both attend proudly supports its gay members. Maybe you should pay more attention to the sermons and not just pick and choose what to take home from it.”
Jake’s mother huffed in indignation, but couldn’t come up with a suitable counterargument. She had actually never bothered to discuss the issue with the pastor at their church, despite the fact that she had had her suspicions about Jake for years. Or maybe, possibly, it was because she had had her suspicions that she had never tried to ask around for fear of what she might find out. She turned and slapped her husband on the arm and spat. “Harold! Don’t just sit there! He’s your son, too.”
Harold had been trying to stay out of this fight. He was actually on the fence about the topic, but now he was being forced to take a side. He muttered his way awkwardly through his thoughts on the matter. “I just don’t understand. What did I do wrong?”
Jake and Tyler looked at him completely confused, but Mark seemed to understand where this was going. Harold cleared his throat and continued. “People who choose to go gay always had poor father figures in their lives. I expect this of him. His big-shot, corporate father is always out of town on some project or another, but think of how this makes me look. I’ve always been here for you.”
Tyler had had enough of this shit; especially now that his family was getting dragged into the mud. Sure, his dad was out of town a lot, but Tyler and his father had always been pretty close. Tyler had his father’s cell number to call whenever he needed to talk. Jake’s father was always around, but he wasn’t very approachable. The physical distance is nothing compared to the emotional one, and besides both Jake and Tyler had had Mark as a positive male role model for their whole lives. Tyler leaned forward and glared at Jake’s father as he replied, “I had just as good of a father figure as Jake had.”
It was now Harold’s turn to be too flustered to speak. Both Jake and Mark gasped a little. They both caught the true extent of Tyler’s dig. Mark was strangely proud of Tyler for that comment, and even more strangely, proud of himself. He had never really thought of himself as a father figure before, but be that as it may, it was probably best that Mark’s father not understand the true implications of Tyler’s little outburst.
Jake wiped is eyes and managed to find his voice again. “Dad, please. This is not about you. I just like guys. I have known it for years. Long before Tyler came out. You can’t blame this on him. You can’t blame this on yourself. You can’t blame it on anyone. These things just happen. I have found someone that I love and who loves me back. Just this once, can’t you be proudof me?”
Harold’s expression noticeably softened, and he stammered for words, but only made a series of awkward unintelligible grunts. Realizing that her husband was not going to be of any more help, Jake’s mother went back on the offensive. “What about our family? You can’t go off shacking up with some guy. How will you have kids? You’ve know for years that it falls on you to carry on the family name. We all know John is too busy and too important to settle down.”
Jake’s oldest brother was a career politician. He had been married three times already, each time for less than a year. He was rumored to have sired children in at least five states, but none of them could ever be officially claimed or it would risk his chances at reelection. John had always been his parents’ favorite. For his entire life, Jake had always been living in the shadow of a man he had barely even met. John had moved out as soon as he hit eighteen and had not looked back. What little Jake had learned of him had been from the constant comparisons his parents had drawn between the two of them. Jake excelled in all his classes, attended church regularly, was an all around good son, but it was never enough.
Mark didn’t talk much about his childhood, but all signs pointed to it being even tougher on him. He was only two years younger than John, but John was always showing him up. John was taller, smarter, better looking, more athletic, more successful, and the list goes on. Mark had all but given up on making anything with his life by the time he had reached middle school. He continued his lackluster slump well through college, and had graduated with a generic degree with mediocre marks.
Mark was unable to find any work aside from low level retail after graduating college and was forced to move back in with his parents. Oddly enough, this was the best thing to ever happen to him. He still didn’t get along with his parents, but he had a new kid brother. It was his turn to be the older brother, and he was determined to be better at it than John ever was. Jake absolutely adored Mark. For the first time in his life, Mark was proud to be part of the family, and someone in the family was proud of him.
Mark’s newfound sense of purpose led him to attend community college in town while taking care of his younger brother and the neighbor boy who was the same age. Jake and Tyler quickly became inseparable, and Mark began to think of both of them both as his kid brothers. He quickly became friends with the couple across the street and felt like one of the family while with them. They even paid him for his help with Tyler.
The payment was more a formality than anything else. Mark would have gladly cared for Tyler for free, but the Simmons insisted. They knew how hard up for money Mark was while attending college, and would not take no for an answer. Mark eventually accepted. The extra income helped immensely. He no longer had to put in as many hours at the store, and could spend more time studying and helping with the kids.
Once Mark had finished his second degree and Jake and Tyler were old enough to not need an adult at all times, Mark applied for grad school in town. He had gotten his Masters and gotten a nice, stable job as a systems admin a few towns over, met a nice woman, and got married. Karen and Mark had been together for a few years now, but have never had kids. Not for lack of trying, but Mark just seemed to lack the potency needed to get his wife pregnant.
His mother never missed a chance to take a swipe at Mark for this; often muttering things along the lines of “just as useless as a husband as he was as a son.” While his mother had not mentioned Mark’s problems in her current tirade, it was on everyone’s mind. Mark was looking sad and dejected. Jake was getting closer and closer to a full breakdown. Harold was starting worrying about the tone the discussion had taken as his wife continued her slanderous warpath, but Tyler… oddly enough was grinning. If anyone else had not been so caught up in the heated argument to look at Tyler they might have wondered just what could be going on in that head of his to cause him to sit there with a grin on his face that made him look like he was plotting to steal Christmas.
Tyler hadn’t even thought about Mark’s problem until just now. He knew that Mark and Karen had tried various methods to increase their chances of getting pregnant, but Tyler just so happened to quite literally be sitting on the world’s greatest fertility clinic.
Jake’s mom continued her tirade as Jake slumped back in his chair and Mark quietly seethed, “You’re just a child. You don’t know what you want. You have mistaken friendship for love. You’ve never even been on a date with a girl. You’re not that bad looking. If you just tried to make yourself available, you could have any girl you want. Do you really think you’re so ugly that you have to put out for the only person who would show you any interest? Do you ever even think about what you are doing?” Her voice was shrill as she rattled off accusations and back-handed praise laced with passive aggressive slights. She always got this way when she felt like she was being pushed into a corner in a debate.
Harold reached over and grabbed her arm. The sudden motion broke her train of thought and caused her to turn and look at him. “Martha, stop this. This has gone too far.” Now that her speeding freight train of shaming and muck-raking had been derailed, she finally was able to see the aftermath of her current rant. Mark was quietly glaring at her with seething rage, and Jake was silently sobbing in his seat. She hadn’t considered the effects of her words. She was cornered and lashed out at everyone’s weak points like she always did.
Martha was about to say something, anything to try and fix some of the damage she had done, but Harold shook his head. “You’ve said enough.” She hated it, but she knew he was right. She quietly got up from her seat and slipped out of the room; trying to hold her own tears in until she was safely out of earshot.
Once she was gone, Harold slouched back in his chair looking exhausted and crestfallen. “Look. I’m sorry about what I said, and I know that she is, too. I wasn’t ready for this and I said some things I didn’t mean.” He looked solemnly at Jake. “You’re sure about this? This isn’t just some rebellious phase or whatnot?”
Jake was still choking back the tears but managed to nod his head. His dad sighed and got up from his chair. He looked back again before leaving the room. “I’ll talk it over with your mom. It might take some time, but she’ll come around eventually… and, I… I’ve always been proud of you. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel otherwise.”
Harold walked out of the room and followed after his wife. Mark took a few minutes too quell the ire that was roiling inside him while Tyler tried to console Jake. Jake was already bringing his muffled crying under control, but he was still in bad shape.
Once everyone was calmed down enough, Mark turned to Jake and Tyler and gestured towards the door. “Come on. I think we’ll all feel better back home.” Mark didn’t even notice that he had referred to Tyler’s house as “home”, but Jake did. In many ways it did feel much more like home than the house that he was raised in. At least with the Simmons he felt free to be who he truly was and not always feel the need to conform to a life that was picked out for him in advance.
Mark stood outside of the dining room and kept guard while Jake and Tyler left the house. Things were tense enough without his parents seeing the recent changes their son had gone through.
All three of them let out a long sigh of relief when they entered Tyler’s house. It felt good to be back in the relative safety and security of the Simmons household. In many ways, they had won the showdown with Jake’s parents. Jake’s father was accepting of Jake’s homosexuality, and it seemed his mother would open up to the idea eventually too. It was a hard fought battle, though, and the emotional wounds opened in the fight might never heal completely.
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Tyler and Jake had but a momentary reprieve before their next ordeal was to begin. Tyler’s mom had heard the door open and close and had quickly come to see how things had gone with Jake’s parents. “Tell me. How did it go? Do you need me to go over there and lay down the law?” She was very worried about the outcome. She had known Jake’s parents for years and didn’t think that they would do something rash like disown Jake, but then again, Jake’s parents were very strict and demanding; it would be very likely that they would try and break up Jake and Tyler.
Mrs. Simmons had feared the worst when she turned the corner to see Jake’s eyes still red from tears, but Mark quickly assuaged her fears. “It went awful, but better than expected, actually. Mom flew off the handle, but dad is on our side. It’ll take awhile, but it looks like they’ll both come around eventually.”
Mrs. Simmons nodded as she mulled over what Mark had told her for a second and then turned to face Jake. She looked him in the eyes and placed her hands on his shoulders as she spoke. “You know that you are welcome to spend as much time here as you need. Even if Tyler isn’t here, if dealing with your parents gets to be too much for you, just come on by. We have plenty of room for you here.” She then pulled Jake in for a maternal hug.
Jake quickly returned the embrace. He was so glad to have this home away from home; especially now that life at his real home was going to be more awkward than ever. He really wanted his parents to come around sooner rather than later, but at least he had a safe haven in the meantime.
Tyler began to move in close to join in on the hugging. He was an affectionate guy by nature, but he also was looking for any excuse to get up and close with his boyfriend. It seems like everyone was getting to spend time with Jake lately except for him. Ok, so that’s probably exaggerating a little, but seriously, Tyler hadn’t been able to make hot, passionate lovins to his boyfriend since last night. Do you know how long that is in teen years?
Now that the cat was out of the bag, so to speak, Tyler didn’t need to hold back any more. He was going to shower Jake with his cum and coat every inch of his lover with his spooge inside and out. He was going to give Jake the growth that he knew Jake was craving. By the time Tyler was done with him Jake would be lucky if he could even fit in a house.
Now, Tyler wasn’t super gung ho about turning his boyfriend into mansion sized mass of cock, but Jake seemed to really want to get bigger and bigger. After all that he had been through, Tyler felt that Jake deserved to get what he wanted, and it was well within Tyler’s ability to give it to him. The hot sex was just a bonus. A huge bonus but still, Tyler just wanted Jake to be happy.
Tyler’s stealth maneuver to crash the therapeutic hugging party was thwarted before he could even get an arm around Jake’s shoulder. The icy glare his mother was giving him froze him in his track and sent shivers down his spine. Tyler now understood how Medusa had done it. She wasn’t necessarily hideous, just royally pissed off.
Tyler’s mom was apparently still hung up on the whole business about Tyler’s cock being bigger than his body. He had been hoping that she would be willing to overlook such small matters given all that had happened in the past few hours. Oh well, that’s how mothers are he supposed.
Tyler slowly tried to back away hoping to slip out of his mom’s agro radius, but it was no use. Mrs. Simmons released Jake from her familial embrace and turned her attention solely to Tyler. “Oh no you don’t. You’re not going anywhere until you explain just what in God’s green Earth you did to yourself.”
Tyler could not bring himself to look her directly in the eyes. It’s not so much that he was ashamed of his now colossal endowment. He loved it, but she was still giving him the frosty medusa glare. “It’s not that bad, honestly.”
That was the best argument Tyler could come up with. What was he supposed to say? “Hey mom. You think this is bad, check it out when it grows up to dwarf a 747. You can drive a car down my shaft.” Actually, he might have to try that sometime. It would probably feel amazing. Wait, no. He can’t start thinking about sexy things while under the condemning glare of his mother. If he popped a mega-boner right in front of his mom he would just die right then and there of shame. Tyler really needed a little time to himself to clear out his mind and his nuts.
Mrs. Simmons gaze narrowed. The frigid rage beams became more concentrated as her chilling gaze became more intense. “You’ve said that already. I need real answers.”
Tyler really had no idea where to go from here, there was really no good way to explain it. “… Would you believe a magic man did it?” Mrs. Simmons folded her arms in front of her chest. She was not going to buy that answer. Tyler was really feeling uncomfortable now. He rubbed his shoulder with his opposite hand as he continued to fidget and search his mind for any argument he could use. “Jake’s just as big as I am, why aren’t you on his case?” Tyler immediately felt bad for throwing Jake under the bus there, but he was going toe to toe with a professional lawyer. Not only was she Tyler’s mother, but also someone who is paid to be a professional arguer. Tyler was sunk before he even left the metaphorical docks.
Jake shot Tyler an incredulous glance, which Tyler immediately responded to with the most apologetic look he could muster. Tyler’s mom on the other hand kept her gaze steadily fixed on Tyler the whole time. “One, he’s been through more than enough today. Two, he’s not my son. And three, Somehow this just has to be your fault.”
Tyler cringed a bit; she had him on all three counts there. “I honestly don’t know what to say. If I told you the truth you wouldn’t believe me.”
Mrs. Simmons raised her eyebrows questioningly while still keeping her piercing glare trained on Tyler. It was a look that seemed to say “Ok. I’m listening. You’re still dead meat, but I’ll at least hear you out before I tear you to shreds.” Tyler had no idea how she managed to do that. By all accounts it shouldn’t be possible, but it was a look that seemed to be given to women when they had their first child. Like, when they are in the hospital and the first kid pops out they earn an achievement and they unlock access to use each and every facial muscle independently so that you can let your kid know just exactly how pissed off you are from up to five miles away.
Her voice was slow and calculated. “The truth is more unbelievable than you strolling in here with a dick the size of a smart car?”
Mentally, Tyler was railing about how he’s totally bigger than a smart car. I mean, have you seen those things? He could crush one of those eco friendly clown cars under his left nut if he wanted to. Not that he was going to tell his mom that. There’s no way Tyler was going to admit to liking his massive junk as much as he did while he was being grilled under the icy hot gaze of a livid lady. “A magic man did it?” Tyler immediately regretted his choice of words. His mom looked even more annoyed than she had before. He had to somehow convince her of the truth before she had a conniption. “No, seriously. Well he wasn’t a man, and maybe not even magic. More of an alien with super alien tech. He visited us on Friday when we were out camping and granted us a wish. I… sort of asked for a bigger… willy.” Tyler caught himself before blurting out the c word in front of his mom. The word “willy” felt really silly, but probably best to play it safe in the presence of old ladies.
“That is the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard.” Tyler’s mom was still not buying his story and now looked even more agitated than before.
“Um, but it’s true.” Jake meekly joined the debate. He had been silent so far, but he realized that his input would be necessary here. The story was so outlandish that there is no way that Mrs. Simmons would listen to Tyler. She would listen to Jake though. Maybe?
Tyler’s mother looked momentarily shocked but then turned her incredulous gaze upon Jake. “Why should I believe that?”
“Well for starters, I’m hung like a Buick,” Jake patted his monolithic shaft for emphasis. “and B, its in our best interest to tell the truth.” Jake didn’t have near the skill that Tyler had with puppy dog eyes or apologetic faces, but he had to hope that his expression was earnest enough to help make his case.
Mrs. Simmons considered Jake’s argument for a moment. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. They had no reason to lie at this point, but seriously? Magic dick growing alien genies from space? Who would ever think of such a stupid idea? Still, the proof was in the package. The fact of the matter was that both her son and his main squeeze could barely fit through the doorway due to their gigantic dicks. “Ok. Say I believe you. Does this mean you wished for the same thing?”
It was Jake’s turn to fidget. What should he tell her? Should he tell her about the whole wishing for Tyler to go gay for him? Even though nothing came of it, Jake still felt a little guilty for it. Should he tell her about how Tyler’s condition is contagious? That would probably cause unnecessary problems. The best bet would be to tell her exactly what he wished for. “No. I actually wished for something different… I just wanted to be a part of Tyler’s life… and so I wished that he could share his future with me.” Jake gestured to the massive mound of manmeat spread out before him. “And this just happened to be what his future held.”
“So it was jus an unfortunate choice of words?” Tyler’s mom asked.
Jake really didn’t think it was unfortunate. If anything he felt very fortunate for being able to join Tyler in his growth, but now that he thought about it, much of their problems were his fault. Tyler most likely would have stopped growing a while ago had he not been playfully competing with Jake. Jake wouldn’t have grown at all, nor would Sam have. “Yeah… I guess you could say that. So his growing sort of rubbed off on me.” It might actually be more correct to say it had rubbed out on him, but that’s not something she really needed to know.
“Is there any way to reverse it?” Mrs. Simmons seemed to be over her argumentative phase and was not just worried for her two boys.
“Not that we know of…” Jake trailed off at the end. They hadn’t even really looked for any way to reverse it. If anything they had been trying to spur it along. Maybe they should actually study it figure out some method of reversing the process. There had to be a way, right? Well, ok there doesn’t have to be a way to reverse it, but Tyler’s life was going to be more difficult because of it. Tyler was enjoying it now, but it wouldn’t be long before not being able to play sports anymore really started to get him down. Maybe they could call Geno back. He could fix this, right? After all, it was his alien space magic, but there was no telling when he would be back in the area again; they might never see him again.
“It’s fine.” Tyler responded dismissively. “We’ll figure something out eventually. Until then we will enjoy the gift we have been given.”
Tyler’s mother was none too pleased with Tyler’s attitude about this whole thing. He could barely even walk, and yet he was acting as if there wasn’t a problem? He could barely even go out in public like that. It’s a wonder he didn’t get kicked out of school for showing up like that. She also knew that trying to argue with him about it wasn’t going to get her anywhere. The best she could do is hope they didn’t get any bigger until they managed to figure something out. In the meantime she would have to try and see if there was anyone who might be able to help. “Look. Just try not to do anything too crazy until we figure this out. If you need me I’ll be on Web MD.”
With that she walked out of the room. She had to get out of there; the insanity of the situation was really getting to her. Not only did she have to accept that her son was now packing a submarine in his pants, but also, apparently that they were not alone in the universe. She wasn’t so unnerved by the existence of alien life, but rather that said aliens seem to have nothing better to do with their free time than cast freaky space voodoo on high schoolers.
Once she was gone Tyler turned to talk to Jake and Mark. “You look tired after all that has happened this afternoon. How about I start a pot of coffee for you two?” The two of them perked up a lot at the very mention of coffee. Sometimes it was painfully obvious that they were brothers.
“Great. Just wait in the dining room and I’ll put a pot on. I have some stuff to take care of, and I bet you two have a lot to catch up on anyway.” Tyler gave them both a wink as he slipped off to the kitchen.
Jake was worried. Something about that wink Tyler gave them, or maybe more specifically him, unnerved him. Jake was sure that that wink was directed at him, but just what could he be planning? Jake continued to mull this over as he and Mark went into the dining room and took their seats. One way or the other he was going to figure out what Tyler was up to soon enough.
Tyler entered the kitchen and began digging around the cupboards. He quickly found what he was looking for; a few empty mason jars and their corresponding lids. Jackpot. Now that he had a container, he set up the coffee pot and snuck back off to his room. Fortunately, no one seemed to notice him slinking around, or if they did they didn’t care enough to stop him and question him.
Tyler slipped into his room and quickly shut the door behind him. He needed to get off so bad by now. He had been keeping his libido in check all day, but now he was about ready to blow. He was also strangely giddy about the prospects of enhancing Mark. Get his rocks off and help a friend? Talk about killing two birds with one stone.
Tyler quickly peeled off his layers and aimed his massive shaft into the doorway of the bathroom. There was no way he could fit his mega-hard on into the bathroom, but at least this way he could avoid splattering the carpet as much as possible. He was actually surprised by how clean his room was now. Those cleaning ladies that had shown up yesterday had done a really nice job with the place. It would be rude to undo all that hard work, and besides, he had to sleep in here tonight, so it was in his best interest to not jizz all over the place.
Tyler was hard before he even began stroking his immense shaft. He wanted this. He needed this. Even at his reduced size he still had nuts that put most beanbags to shame. When these babies were screaming for release it is kind of hard to ignore them. Tyler leaned onto his mammoth cock and began thrusting in the direction of the shower. The sheer weight of his enormous dick was helping to grind it into the carpet with each thrust. The door frame was a very tight fit and was jacking Tyler off roughly.
It felt great, but there was something missing; after having passionate sex with Jake and Sam the past few days, jacking off just left him feeling strangely hollow. Tyler was wishing Jake was here with him, but he felt it probably best to not involve Jake in his current endeavor. He didn’t know how Jake would react to his plans to grow his older brother, but chances were pretty good that he would think it was a terrible idea.
Frotting the carpet wasn’t getting Tyler anywhere. It felt good, but it wasn’t what he needed right now. What he needed was some serious face time with his boyfriend, the kind of face time that resulted in tongue wrestling and maybe even a few hickeys.
Tyler flopped down atop his massive cock and slid a hand back to his ass. As his fingers played at the edges of his still wrecked hole, Tyler thought back on the last few days. He had never thought of himself as a bottom before, but there was something special about the time that Jake had topped him. It was more than the feeling of pleasure of having Jake’s massive tool embedded deep in is backside. There was something sensual about trusting someone enough to allow them to enter him in such a way. Jake was able to ease Tyler past his misgivings and lead him into an all new amazing experience. It was as if the two of them had become one as Jake tenderly reamed Tyler’s ass without mercy.
Tyler easily got two of his fingers into his stretched out asshole. It had tightened up a bit since Sam had plowed him the night before, but still nowhere near where it was a few days ago. It was fine, though. Tyler didn’t really want it to heal up yet anyway. It was a nice feeling to feel so loose back there. Every step he made throughout the day he could feel it; a constant reminder of the wild night he had had with Jake. Tyler was going to be sad when it was gone. The way things were now he’d never again get to experience the joy of being packed to capacity by Jake’s enormous dick. For the first time since he had gotten his powers, Tyler was really regretting it. He wished they could be back down to a size where they could take turns riding each other’s meaty shafts. You know, twelve, fourteen inches or so; something nice and small.
Tyler didn’t have to dig around long before he found the spot. He could easily reach it since it was just a few inches inside of him; his fingers were able to poke against it easily once they were in up to their second knuckles. Tyler pressed against it with his finger tips and a shock of pleasure immediately arced up his spine and down his cock. He wished he could press into it harder, but his arm just wasn’t long enough to get his hand into a better position. This is why he needed a dick; a nice hard shaft to just come by and drill him for oil while Jake whispered sweet nothings into his ear.
Tyler continued prodding at his anal g-spot while he began rocking back and forth on his gigantic dick. The motion caused his cock to grind against the floor. The combination of the floor against his dick and the fingers playing with his ass was enough to bring him to the edge. Tyler could feel he was just about ready and made one final thrust forward. He used the momentum and to arc his back so that he could get one last deep prod of his fingers into his ass. He came hard as his fingers dug in deep to that sweet sensitive spot inside of him. He struggled to swallow his moans of pleasure as rope after rope of thick, creamy jizz sprayed through the air and splattered against the tile, glass, porcelain, or whatever other surface it could find in the bathroom.
The deluge pouring from Tyler’s cock quickly drenched the bathroom and began pooling on the floor. The rain of spooge was so thick that the pool of jizz filled the whole bathroom and began spilling out onto Tyler’s carpet. Tyler no longer cared about keeping the room clean, though. All he wanted was to drain every last ounce of cream from his painfully full balls.
Tyler felt accomplished as the torrent of cum finally slowed to a dribble. He wanted to lay there and bask in the afterglow, but he knew he had a job to do. Jake and Mark would be wondering where he was, and the coffee should be done by now. Tyler begrudgingly got to his feet and picked up the mason jars he had brought up with him. He easily managed to fill one jar and then another and another. There was enough spunk in that room to fill an industrial strength vat if he had felt like it, but he didn’t need that much. He figured three jars should be enough for now.
Tyler took one jar and placed the other two sealed jars on his desk and quickly got dressed. Tyler went back downstairs and found Jake and Mark still in the dining room; reminiscing about bygone days. It didn’t appear that they had realized how long he had been gone. Tyler kept the jar of cum hidden as best as he could as he slipped past them.
Sneaking past went a lot easier than he had expected. Metal Gear Solid had made it seem so difficult, but if Tyler could sneak past with his massive equipment slowing him down, maybe Snake just needed more training. Tyler could see that the coffee had been done for a few minutes already and had begun to cool off a bit, but it was still plenty warm for Mark and Jake. Tyler pulled two clean mugs out of the washing machine and filled one mug about half full with the creamy spunk from his jar and then topped both mugs off with coffee. The jizz didn’t dissolve into the coffee at all. Instead he got a cup of coffee with thick white strands swirling around in it. He just had to hope that Mark didn’t pay too much attention to his cup of Joe. Well, cup of Jizz in this case.
“Sorry that took so long. Here’s the drinks.” Tyler tried to seem as normal as possible as he slipped Mark and Jake their respective mugs. Tyler was about to burst out giggling, but he kept it in as best he could. Tyler took his seat next to Jake and watched Mark take a long swig from his mug. Tyler couldn’t hold it in any longer and a devious grin spread across his face. Mark was too busy draining every last drop from his cup in one long chug, but Jake saw Tyler’s grin and immediately suspected something was up.
After successfully downing the contents of his mug in one continuous swill, Mark slammed his mug down and grunted in disgust. “That coffee tastes like shit. What’s in it?”
Tyler rolled his eyes, but he still had that devious grin plastered on his face. “Oh, I just used some non dairy creamer that Jake likes.” Jake’s mouth fell open and his eyes opened wide in a shocked expression as he figured out what Tyler had done.
Mark ran his tongue across his teeth trying to get the last bits of the slimy creamer off of them. “Must be an acquired taste. The creamer is almost as bitter as the brew. Well. I’m going to get another cup.” Tyler was trying so hard not to giggle, but his shock and awe took over his desire to laugh as Mark stood up to get another mug of coffee. Jake couldn’t help but look either as his brother’s package swelled noticeably in the confines of his tight jeans. The cock and balls became more and more defined as they swelled up and lengthened. Jake and Tyler could see the outline of Mark’s penis in high definition as it stretched from its previously respectable six inches to a solid nine inches before halting its growth. Mark’s nuts now looked to be the size of chicken eggs.
With Mark out of the room, Jake turned his attention back to Tyler. “What’s the big idea!?” Jake was more shocked than angry.
Tyler was giggling now, but he managed to slip in a sentence between his chuckles. “Just helping out. I gave Mark a little extra downstairs, and soon your parents will be off your back about giving them grandkids.”
Jake just stared at Tyler dumbfounded. He didn’t know whether to punch him or kiss him, but the more he looked at Tyler’s disarmingly adorable grin the closer he came to kissing him. Jake had just about made up his mind to land a long hot kiss on Tyler’s cocky lips to wipe that goofy grin from his face and then punch him when Mark returned with a fresh cuppa brew and a small jar of white something.
Mark set his cup down on the table and then began unscrewing the lip from the jar. “This the creamer you were talking about?” Tyler nodded as he silently grinned like a Cheshire Cat. Jake didn’t speak either; he was too stunned to as his brother sniffed the contents of the jar. Mark stuck a finger into the jar and coated it with a large glop of Tyler’s jizz before sticking it into his mouth to taste it. He rolled the spooge around in his mouth a bit before swallowing it. He shrugged and poured a few more globs into his coffee. “It’s not bad once you know what to expect I suppose.” Tyler was too busy watching Mark’s already large shaft gain an extra inch to care about the extra doses Mark had added to his drink.
Tyler bit his lip to keep from laughing as he fidgeted in his chair. Jake looked about ready to punch him, but was still too in shock to complain. Mark picked up his mug to take another long chug. Tyler didn’t want to miss this for the world. Fortunately, his fidgeting gave him an idea. “Hey, this chair seems wobbly… I’m going to check the legs.” Tyler got out of his seat and crawled under the table. He was checking the legs alright, but not the chair’s. He was watching Mark’s legs; all three of them.
Tyler stared as Mark’s already impressive ten inches grew and stretched more and more. It reached twelve inches and kept going. Mark’s cock and balls continued to grow and stretch; his thick shaft slowly snaking its way down his pants leg before eventually coming to a halt over halfway down to his knee. Mark’s cock had to be at least fifteen inches long and it was still soft. His huge nuts were now putting softballs to shame. Tyler had just gotten off and yet he was getting very turned on by this. He could go for another round right here, right now. He tried to shake the thought of Mark plowing him like Jake had done just a few days ago out of his mind. Unfortunately, Mark didn’t swing that way, but at least his wife should be able to enjoy it tonight when he got home. Oh, shit. Tyler realized he had better stop Mark before he became too big to fit into his wife. If that happened his whole idea would backfire pretty hard.
Tyler climbed back up from under the table to see Mark picking up the jar again. “Hey, aren’t you going to save some of that for Jake? After all, it’s his favorite.” Tyler gave Jake a sly wink as he said that last bit. Jake responded to the wink with a look of “I’m still deciding if I am going to punch you or kiss you.”
Mark slid the jar over to Jake and then stood up and stretched. Mark’s stretching just caused the package to even more visible. Jake stared on in bug-eyed awe at the incredible cock that his brother now possessed. Once he was sufficiently loosened up, Mark spoke. “It’s for the best I suppose. I should really get going, and if I had another cup I would never make it home before I had to piss like a racehorse.” He then looked at Jake and added in a more serious tone, “You have my phone number. Never be afraid to call me for anything you need. I’ll be over as soon as I can.”
Jake nodded in agreement. “I’ll be sure to call you if anything comes up. Now go home. We can handle it from here.” Jake made some lighthearted shooing motions after he spoke to help put Mark’s mind at ease.
A few quick good-byes were exchanged and then Mark went on his way back home. Mark seemed to have a little extra spring in his step as he walked off. As soon as he was out the door Tyler bust out laughing. Tyler’s infectious laugh soon spread to Jake as well. When Tyler finally managed to slow his laughing enough to speak he looked at Jake and said “It sounds like Mark and his wife are in for a good night.” which just got them both howling again. |
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All eyes were on Tyler the second he entered the building. Even those who were not predisposed to men couldn’t help but stare at the tightly wrapped behemoth swinging between Tyler’s legs. Tyler loved the attention and knew how to use the spotlight. He strolled straight down the middle of the hallway as students and teachers alike got out of the way and watched in reverent awe as the glorious rod and colossal balls loped past them. Tyler had long since adjusted to his new size and had adopted a gait that swished from side to side; causing his immense package to loll back and forth as he sauntered through the halls.
Libidos ran high and boners rose higher as Tyler cranked his sex appeal to max. Even without the lumbering mass of man meat that he was swinging around. Tyler was hot and ripped and he knew it. His muscles were so large from years of training that they were straining against Sam’s old t-shirt. Each and every contour of his chiseled abs was openly on display for any to see. Those few souls who could draw their eyes away from the mountainous cock and the monolithic balls were treated to show of Tyler’s amazing physique.
Tyler was actually surprised that none of the teachers had made any effort to stop his triumphant march through the corridors. He was technically in dress code but only just barely, and all the other guys who let their underwear hang out of their pants typically didn’t have several feet of cock packed away in there.
In fact, many of the teachers wanted to step in and find some grounds to write him up, but the few who were not so emasculated by the sight of a dick that was bigger than they were, were too afraid to raise any objections against such an impossible sight. There was no way he could have grown so much over night, right? There had to be some trick. Maybe he was stuffing his pants with some giant, cock shaped object just to show off. Everyone knew that Tyler liked to show off. He practically lived for it, but no one would dare try and call a guy out on something like that.
A teacher had tried to call out a female student for stuffing her bra last year. It turned out that yes, she really did double her cup size in a week. The school board still hadn’t managed to settle that lawsuit, and no one was willing to risk another.
Tyler swaggered into his first class right as the bell rang. Quickly realizing he would never fit into a normal desk, he grabbed one of the rolling chairs from the back corner of the room and sat down in it with his legs lewdly spread apart; his massive junk resting heavily against the floor.
The economics class was pretty boring in general, and the fact that today was just the final exam didn’t help matters at all. Tyler hadn’t studied. He was far too preoccupied with other things the past few days, but it’s not like he would have studied anyway. Tyler skated by in all of his classes with the minimal amount of studying, and he did all right. He probably could have even been in all the braniac classes with Jake if he put the effort into his school work. As it was, Tyler much preferred to do well in these easy classes than to struggle in the hard
ones.
Tyler finished his test in record time. Well, he finished it quickly anyway. There was no telling how fast other students would have finished if they hadn’t been distracted by the gigantic mass of cock flesh lazing about in middle of the classroom. Tyler could tell that he had an audience and was eager to exploit it. He walked extra slowly and seductively as he strolled up to the front of the class to set his paper on the teacher’s desk. He had the rapt attention of just about every student in the class; and possibly also the teacher’s, too.
Tyler’s only regret was that Sam’s old, baggy, cargo pants did nothing to show off his beefy, muscular ass. Sure, his cock was amazing, but Tyler had spent years sculpting those glorious mounds of muscles. They deserved their time to shine as well.
As he walked along the front of the classroom, he made sure his swaying gait caused his mammoth equipment to “accidentally” brush against the legs of those who were seated in the front row. A few of them even stuck their hands out to get a feel of the gargantuan specimen of manhood that was strolling past them. One of the kinkier ones had even slipped her shoes off and dug her toes into one of Tyler’s gigantic, squishy, nuts. He almost let out a loud, sexual moan of pleasure, but managed to stifle it and move on. He was just there to put on a show. He didn’t want to get too friendly with the locals.
After dropping off his test, Tyler continued his runway strut back to his seat. His front row fangirl managed to sneak in another sensual jab at his other nut as he strolled past. Tyler tried to keep up his aura of empowered indifference, but he let out a little moan in spite him self. He quickly bit his lip and regained his composure.
Once he got back to his seat, he continued his show as best he could without incurring the wrath of the teacher. He made a great show of being very bored now that he was done with his exam. He was stuck in the room until the bell rang to release him, but he really didn’t actually want to leave yet, anyway; he was enjoying the looks he was getting from the peanut gallery too much.
One by one, other students finished their exams. Many of them were sure to take a detour and walk along the outside of the classroom just to get a chance to be close to Tyler and his magnificent cock. Tyler would flash all of them a winning smile which encouraged them to give his beast a nice feel, if they were brave enough. Many of them took him up on his unspoken offer, and they lazily dragged their hand along the length of his soft, warm, shaft as they walked past him on their way to the teacher’s desk and then again on their way back.
Tyler was enjoying all the attention, but he was running the risk of popping a boner in class if he kept getting felt up by over half the class. Fortunately, just about everyone in class had already handed in their exams, with the exception of a few people who were still working and a few guys who were obviously done but did not dare leave their seats with the tents they were currently sporting.
Tyler continued showboating for the rest of the class. He would occasionally lean back in his chair and pretend to yawn; causing his shirt to slide up and reveal the well groomed treasure trail leading down to an equally groomed patch of pubic hair that was visible above his waistband. He would also occasionally rub a hand casually along as much of his shaft as he could reach. He was playing a dangerous game trying to keep himself hovering at a semi aroused state. He would begin to inflate to a semi, but then back off and let his arousal die down a bit. The steady rhythm of his cock swelling and deflating gave it the illusion of being a living, breathing creature.
For the first time in the history of Mrs. Ruben’s economics class, there was a murmur of sadness and disappointment when the ending bell finally tolled. The few lucky souls who had Tyler in their later classes were eagerly awaiting the next act of his solo play, but the rest dejectedly trudged off to their boring, unerotic normal classes.
The trek to Tyler’s second class went much the same as the one to his first; students and teachers parting before him, and his impressive endowments as if yielding to a king. Just being in the presence of Tyler’s magnificent piece was enough to fill many of the onlookers with a lust that could no longer be sated by normal men.
Tyler’s next class was in the newly constructed annex. It was much more modern than the rest of the school, and had much nicer fixtures as a result. Tyler was able to get into his normal desk this time, thanks to this particular model of student desk having a fold away desktop. Getting to his seat was much harder than actually getting into it, though. He had to squeeze in between the small rows of desks; often bumping up against the occupants with his massive balls. He even accidentally gave the dude who sits in front of him a face full of nutsack; although, really, the other guy had totally leaned into it, and welcomed the oncoming ball of flesh with open arms. Literally.
The current class was his speech class. It was a class on how to stand up and speak in public. It was easily Tyler’s best subject, since all it required him to do was stand in front of a bunch of people and bullshit for twenty minutes every few weeks and get a grade for it. Tyler never choked during his speeches.
As it would happen, Tyler was one of only a few students who had not done their final presentation yet. Tyler also had not bothered to prepare any topic to speak on. Not that he ever did. They were graded on how well they handled themselves in the speech, not so much the content. Tyler thrived off of the attention he got from being on the spot like that, unlike pretty much everyone else in class who would sweat bullets when it was their turn.
The first two students went up and did their speeches. They were pretty boring, but that was about par for the course for the class. The first guy stuttered his way through some political piece on how U.S. greed was responsible for the outbreak of Somali pirates or some other boring shit like that. The next girl stammered her way through some poorly thought out argument about why Twilight was the best novel ever written. Ever.
Tyler would have tried to steal some of the attention from the verbal train wrecks that were being paraded in front of him, but he was trying very hard to keep his semi from springing up into a full blown hardon. The guy in front of him was one hell of a horny bastard, and he was devious, too. Tyler’s junk was smushing up against this guy’s back. He didn’t seem to mind, though. If anything he was enjoying being up close and personal with Tyler Junior.
Tyler couldn’t be sure if this dude was not so secretly very aroused by Tyler’s huge dick poking him in the back, or if he just wanted to make Tyler squirm in class. Tyler figured it was probably a little of column Gay and a little of column B. Either way, Tyler could feel the soggy fabric sticking to the tip of his cock. He was dribbling pre already and getting closer to a full on boning with every passing second.
This guy was good, and the worst part was, is that he was doing it in such a way that he would look completely innocent when Tyler did finally bone in class. He was rocking back and forth in his seat; using his back to rub the tip of Tyler’s colossal cock. A cock that was already pushing up against this guy’s back by sheer virtue of it not having anywhere else to go. The guy was also rolling his shoulders in such a way as to cause his shoulder blades to rub up and down along the massive head of Tyler’s huge dick. Tyler couldn’t even think if there was a term for such a sexual maneuver. Surely someone somewhere had to have had the idea to jack someone off with their shoulder blades before, but it was all new to him, and it was proving to be super effective.
Tyler breathed a long sigh of relief when he was called to do his speech. It figures he was the last person in class who needed to present. He walked slowly up to the front of the room. He took a few long, slow, breathes as he tried to steady his pulse, and bring his growing erection in check. He was still flying at half mast by the time he took his position in front of the class, but it was much better than it was when he stood up.
Tyler actually felt much better now that he was the center of attention. He had all eyes on him, and most of said eyes were transfixed on his massive dick. It felt good to be back in his element, and now that he was in control, he could turn the tables on his horny neighbor. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he clapped his hands together and began speaking. “Magnets! How do they work?”
This expectedly got a lot of laughs from his classmates and a disgruntled groan from his long suffering teacher. No one would be happier to see this school year over than Mr. Owens. “Tyler… if you don’t have an actual topic ready, I’d be glad to save us all some time and fail you right here.”
Tyler didn’t even bat an eye. He kept his playful grin going strong as he deflected his teacher’s criticism. “Nah. It’s cool. I was just setting the mood. I was originally going to talk about the existential quandary of a pitiful meaningless existence in Albuquerque, but I think I’ll open the floor up to questions instead.” Tyler gestured to everyone in the class, but he kept his eyes locked on his would be molester. “You there. I know you have a question.”
Tyler’s kinky neighbor was completely unprepared to be put on the spot like this. “Uh… no. I can’t think of anything.” He was flustered and desperately trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.
“It seems to me that there is an elephant in the room, but no one wants to talk about it.” Tyler leaned forward and rested on his own gigantic cock, like a fire and brimstone preacher would lean into his pulpit, as he stared at the guy who was now sweating under the pressure. It was probably for the best, though. All the sweat spots that were forming on his shirt served to mask the giant splotch of pre that was dribbling down his back.
Tyler’s classmate fumbled with words for a bit, but finally managed to ask the question that was on everyone’s mind. “Uh… How did you get… how did you get so big?”
Tyler flexed one beefy bicep and shot the guy a sly grin. “Hard work and dedication.” This caused the class to erupt into laughter.
The guy shook his head and stammered his way through a follow up question. “I mean… Well… Look at you!”
Tyler flexed both arms like a bodybuilder in a competition. “I know, right?” This garnered more laughter, but someone from the back of the room called out between their own laughs, “He’s talkin’ about your dick, bro!”
Tyler tilted his head and gave a devious grin, his eyes still locked on his jacker. “Well, why didn’t you just say so?” The whole class was howling except for the teacher and the target or Tyler’s jabs.
The teacher just let out a loud, annoyed sigh. “Give your speech or get off the stage. We don’t have time for your antics.”
Tyler just rolled his eyes. “Well, now that I have my topic, let’s discuss. How did I get so big?” Tyler shrugged. “A magic man did it.” The entire class was laughing again. It’s common knowledge that the easiest way to keep a secret is to tell everyone, but present it as a joke.
Once the audience quieted down a bit Tyler continued his story. “Well, actually. I first noticed it this past weekend. Everything seemed a little bigger. You can imagine how excited I was, but the thing is…” Tyler’s voice got low and hushed as if he was telling a campfire ghost story. “It kept getting bigger.” Tyler’s cock seemed to shudder as he spoke the last word.
Tyler continued his story, adding in dramatic hand gestures to make his sex fueled growth spurts seem like something out of a cheesy B horror flick. “What’s causing it?” Tyler leaned in and spoke in a hushed tone again. “No one knows.”
He alternated his narrative this way. Speaking with emphatic gestures for the action, but then speaking in hushed tones when he added the “No one knows.”
“Will it ever stop? No one knows.”
“Is it contagious? No one knows.”
“Is it even growing right now? At this very instant?” All eyes turned to stare at Tyler’s enormous cock. It was straining against the fabric. Every little detail of Tyler’s impressive meat was clearly visible as the fabric stretched so tight that it started to become borderline transparent. The stitches along the sides of the front pouch were beginning to pop and fray. Tyler leaned in for another hushed whisper. “Oh, I think we know.” After which he gave the class a devious wink.
Just about everyone in the class was completely aroused from Tyler’s little show, especially his creeper from earlier. The front of the guy’s pants were damp from the beads of pre dribbling from his rock hard cock. He wanted to experience Tyler’s newly enhanced dick? Well it looks like he got more than he had bargained for.
Several other students were really getting into it as well; especially a quiet, nerdy girl who always sat in the back. It was apparent to Tyler that she had been fingering herself for the duration of his little show and that she had just brought herself to a climax. It’s always the quiet ones that are the freaky ones. Tyler thought to himself bemusedly.
The bell rang to announce the end of yet another class period. The teacher didn’t even bother to get out of his seat to dismiss the class. He just waved them off with a curt “go away.”
After Tyler’s latest stunt, his nuts now dragged heavily along the ground as he walked; even with Sam’s custom fit ball bra. Tyler didn’t mind too much. It was totally worth it to see the looks on all of their faces as he grew right in front of their eyes.
Tyler scooped up his bag and wandered off down the hall. He had a plan to regain some of his lost mobility, but he’d need some help to pull it off. Tyler nodded quickly to his kinky classmate. “You. With me.” Tyler knew this guy enough to know that they both had their lunch period next.
Tyler trudged awkwardly towards the supply closet; his creeper following along awkwardly. Tyler quickly realized that something was not right here. The ground was soggy with crusty white fluid. If he didn’t know any better he’d say that this was a lake of drying cum. Of course the lazy janitors had just placed a caution cone up and called it good.
Tyler was getting worried. If this was a huge puddle of spooge, then there are very few people who could have made it. Tyler hurried to the closet door as fast as he could; dragging his immense nuts through the muck as he went. The handle turns easy enough, but the door was jammed. He shoved against the door with all his might. The soggy ground was making it hard for him to really get a decent footing.
Slowly but surely, Tyler managed to pry the door open enough for him to get in. His fears were confirmed as he saw what was inside. Sam was lying slumped over against the far wall. His enormous dick was now so large that it filled most of the closet. Sam shouldn’t be able to get any larger without Tyler around, so he must have released, but why?
Sam’s face lit up when he saw Tyler, but then immediately went blank again. Tyler was confused by these sudden changes in Sam, and tried to get him to open up. “Hey. What happened?”
Sam just gave Tyler a pleading look and nodded to something behind him. Tyler turned and looked behind him to see that his follower had slipped in with him. “Oh, hi Mark.” Tyler Then shooed Mark away, but changed his mind again. “Wait. On second thought, take that bucket and fill it with cold water.”
Tyler shoved Sam’s hefty dick so that it was no longer pressing up against the door; allowing Mark to leave easily. Then Tyler turned back to Sam. “Ok. It’s just us. What happened?”
Sam still looked uneasy. “I’m not sure any more…” Tyler just waited patiently for Sam to piece together his thoughts enough to continue. “I met a guy. I thought I liked him. I might still like him? I don’t know anymore…”
“We can worry about him later. Let’s get you cleaned up and out of here. Why didn’t you call me for help? And why are you so big?” Tyler pulled Sam in for a bro-hug as he consoled his friend. Sam answered Tyler’s first question by pointing to the cum soaked pile of clothing in the corner. Somewhere in that soggy mass was Sam’s phone.
Sam looked a little uneasy, but he explained as best he could. “It’s like I got tired of holding it in. It’s like whatever muscle I was using to hold it back just gave out.”
Now that Sam mentioned it, Tyler could feel something similar. Like a dull ache in the back of is mind. It was almost as if some corner of his subconscious had been holding its hand of for twelve hours straight and just wanted to let its arm drop from pain and fatigue. If he let himself go at school, there’s no telling the amount of damage he could do.
Tyler was confident enough in his self discipline that he felt he could keep his growth in check for at least a few more hours. Jake was another story, though. Tyler had to find Jake before he dropped the balls in school, but he also couldn’t leave Sam in the condition he was in.
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Sam had been in the shower for what seemed like hours. It had probably been shorter than that, but time was only a marginal concern for Sam. He was more interested in letting the hot beads of water wash over him and rinse away all of his worries and concerns. Tyler’s mother had led him to this guest bathroom after he had arrived with the others. At first he was worried about being dragged away from his friends in a strange place with a woman he had only just met, but Mrs. Simmons had been very kind and reassuring. With her help, Sam had been able to relax a bit. He had been so high strung ever since this morning, it felt good to just let his worries drift away.
Now that his mind was no longer haphazardly crashing into itself as it raced around in circles at mach speeds, Sam was able to try and reason is way through the events of this morning. What did he know about Dalton? Not a lot other than what he had seen yesterday and today. Dalton had a bit of a reputation for sleeping around, but it was also pretty commonly accepted that he was never the one to enter into a relationship. Dalton giving someone else his number and saying that he wanted to see them again was simply unheard of.
So then if Sam was the first guy that Dalton had ever actively pursued, then what happened this morning? Why was he so upset about Sam’s impressive growth spurt? The more Sam mulled it over, the more he came to the conclusion that Dalton was only interested in his massive cock. Dalton was probably upset that Sam was now too big for him to ride. This explanation made some sense, but Sam couldn’t accept it for some reason. There was too much that he didn’t understand about Dalton, and he needed answers before he went any further.
Sam then remembered the tentative date he had set up with Dalton. It seems like he would soon have his chance to get the answers he was looking for. Sam just had to keep his resolve steady until then.
Sam looked down at his hands. His fingers had become shriveled from the prolonged exposure to the shower water. It was probably about time he got out and talked to Jake and Tyler. Dalton had invited them along as well, and Sam felt like he could really stand to have his friends by his side during the coming confrontation. Confrontation…? It was beginning to seem like Sam was getting ready for war instead of a date.
Sam shut off the water and reached out of the shower stall for a towel. He didn’t have to reach far because there was one hung up on the bar right outside the shower door. The act of drying off was therapeutic for Sam. It was like a low grade full body massage as he ran the fluffy cloth all along his body; wiping away the wetness. It was like he was rediscovering his body all over again.
Sam still couldn’t wrap his mind around just how impressively huge his dick was now. The hefty shaft reached the floor with plenty of extra tubing to spare. His hose was as big around as his waist; probably a little bigger, actually. From Sam’s point of view it looked like his body stopped right below his waist and then the all e could see was the massive mass of cock and balls. His legs were completely obscured by the ginormous expanse of erogenous zone. Sam used his now slightly damp towel to wipe the mist from the mirror enough that he could get a decent look at himself.
The image before him jived pretty well with the one in his mind. The mirror Sam’s humongous dick and nuts were all that was visible below Sam’s hips. The result was a vaguely naga-like creature with the lower body of a trouser snake instead of the scaly green serpent snake that is typically associated with such a mythical creature. Sam had to wonder if there was such a creature in mythology. He doubted there could be any such bizarrely erotic legends out there in the world, but then again, there is always Japan to consider.
It was a wonder he was able to walk up the stairs in this state. Even with his enormous shaft slung over his shoulder, Sam’s massive, ground-scraping nuts were very difficult to maneuver with; especially when trying to navigate stairs. His makeshifts clothes had helped somewhat, but even then, maneuverability was limited. Not to mention, he had to be extra careful not to let his sheets slip any more than they already had. Tyler’s mother probably would have had a fit if she had seen Sam’s six feet of bubble gum. Then again, Jake and Tyler
were far bigger than Sam was. It is possible that she would be beyond the point of being freaked out by it.
Sam didn’t want to like his huge cock, but he did. His conscious mind was screaming at him for letting him get this big. He should have seen what was happening earlier and gotten safely away from Jake and Tyler and their infectious growth. The rest of his mind was enjoying the view. His main fears since yesterday had been that people would think he was a freak and that want him now that he was such a grotesque monstrosity. His brief foray out into public had proven otherwise. Not only had people seemed genuinely jealous and attracted to his impressive endowments, but he had even been hit on by at least one guy.
Sam had almost completely forgotten about the coffee guy during all that had gone on today. Sam had managed to snag a guy even in spite of his colossal dong or maybe even because of it. Sam grinned in spite of himself as he stared at the reflection of his gigantic tool. If the Lyle liked Sam’s dick as much as Sam did, they were going to have a lot of fun together.
Sam spent a moment thinking of how it could work. He was definitely too big to enter poor Lyle. It’s a shame too because he has such a cute butt. Sam liked to imagine him having a cute butt anyway; Sam couldn’t really see it behind the counter. Sam liked to imagine it as nice, firm, and round with maybe a few freckles on it, just like his face. Sam guessed this meant that he was going to have to bottom in this relationship. He could live with that, he supposed. Dalton had sure seemed to enjoy it. That doesn’t mean that he was going to just bend over and take it, though. He would have to make Lyle earn it.
Sam absent mindedly stroked his shaft as he imagine the things he could have done to him. Lyle would have his work cut out for him as he tried to service Sam’s gigantic cock. Sam’s cock would probably be a little taller than Lyle. Sam had to wonder what would be going through Lyle’s mind as he stared at the towering mass of penis that dwarfed his whole body. Would he be intimidated? Emasculated? Turned on? It is possible it would be some combination of the three. Whatever it was that he felt, Sam had to hope that Lyle enjoyed it.
Sam shook his head at the thought. Here he was dreaming up plans about some guy he had barely met and he still hadn’t resolved things with his current guy. Sure, Sam and Dalton had not been on an official date yet or anything of that nature, but Sam still felt the need to resolve things with one guy before moving on to the next. One way or the other he would have to figure out where he stood with Dalton first.
Sam was a little startled when he heard a knock on the door. The voice on the other side was obviously Tyler’s mother. She sounded concerned. “You’ve been in there awhile. Is everything alright?”
Sam knew he had been in there awhile, but he had no idea how long. He had no way of telling time with him, and there weren’t any windows in this bathroom for him to see outside and check to get a rough estimate. He responded cautiously. Sam was a little embarrassed to be talking to someone while he was naked, even though he knew she could not see him. “I’m fine… I just don’t have anything to wear.” This was true, although not the real reason he had been in there so long. Somehow telling is friend’s mom how he had been checking out his junk in the mirror did not seem like the best idea.
“I put your clothes in the wash for you. They’ll be ready in an hour, but in the meantime feel free to use some of Tyler’s clothes. I am sure he won’t mind. When you get out of there, head towards the stairs and it will be the second door on the right.” Sam could hear Mrs. Simmons walk off almost immediately after she stopped talking. He was thankful that she was being such a generous host. He hadn’t even thought about his clothes from earlier. He would definitely need at least his underwear if he was going to go on his date tonight.
He wasn’t sure if he should call it a date, but he could not think of anything better to call it; maybe his showdown; possibly even the battle at the big bridge. These both sounded way too dramatic and incredibly silly. For now “date” would have to suffice.
Once Sam felt that he had given Mrs. Simmons plenty of time to get out of sight range, Sam poked his head out of the door and looked around. The coast looked clear, and it was a really short jaunt across the hall to Tyler’s room. Sam tied his towel around his waist and made his way out of the bathroom. The towel was more of a formality and force of habit than anything else. The towel was nice and large and easily reached down to Sam’s knees, but his enormous cock and balls reached down a lot farther.
Sam made his way down the hall, but it was slow going. His walking was slightly hindered by his colossal tree and oranges, but even more than that, Sam was enjoying the feeling of
the fluffy carpet brush against his junk. Sam was already a little aroused from his previous train of thought, and so his cock was extra sensitive. Waves of tingly pleasure coursed up his spine and sent chills through his body as the carpet rubbed against his sensitive shaft.
Sam was quickly approaching a semi as he entered Tyler’s room. He took a moment to take stock of his surroundings before he shut the door behind him. This was obviously Tyler’s room. Well, unless Tyler had a brother that Sam had never heard of. This was a room that screamed teenage boy’s bedroom. There was a TV with an Xbox hooked up to it, and the walls were covered in sports posters; many of which were now splotchy and wrinkled after someone had apparently tried, unsuccessfully, to clean off the splattered jets of cum that had coated them.
Sam opened the closet door and looked over the contents therein. Tyler really didn’t have much variety in terms of clothes; lots and lots of jerseys, a few t-shirts, one dressy shirt, a hoody, and an odd collection of really tacky sweaters; gifts from relatives, perhaps? Sam pulled out the hoody and slipped it on.
The hoody was warm and comfy, just like Sam had expected. It also smelled like Tyler. Tyler apparently didn’t wash this thing that often, but then again, does anyone ever wash their hoodies on a regular basis? It didn’t smell bad, though; far from it, actually. It just smelled like Tyler. Sam had smelled this scent before when Tyler had held him close. It was a manly scent, yet still soft and soothing. Sam zipped up the hoody and drank in the smell. The scent was getting to him. He could already feel his shaft inflating with arousal.
Sam was most likely going to be stuck in this room for awhile. At least until his clothes were dry anyway. There was no way Tyler had anything that Sam could wear to hide his immense junk. Strangely enough, just having a shirt on made him feel a little more at ease, even though his trunk was still hanging out in the open. Just the existence of clothes was reassuring, even if it didn’t actually cover anything. Sam had to wonder if this is how Donald Duck feels.
Sam slipped his hands into the front pockets of the hoody as he paced around the room. He was trying to keep himself occupied while he waited for his clothes, but he was also trying to keep his mind off of his growing arousal. The combination of the carpet brushing against his junk and Tyler’s smell wafting off of the hoody was making Sam super horny. He was trying with all his might to not just beat off right in his friend’s bedroom. Sam was really having a hard to keeping his libido under control. The more he tried to take his mind off of it, the more he thought that pounding one out would be the best idea. After all, judging by the pool of cum seeping into the carpet from the bathroom, someone had already beaten him to it.
Sam supposed he could just take the hoody off, but it was so warm and comfortable. Tyler’s smell emanating from the clothing was doing more to sooth and calm Sam than it was to get him aroused. It was almost as if his friend had bundled up a hug and saved it for Sam’s use at a later date.
As Sam paced the room, he noticed two jars sitting atop Tyler’s desk. He could only guess what was contained within, but if he didn’t know any better he’d say that the jars were full of jizz; most likely scooped up from the coagulating bog that was once a bathroom floor. Sam’s curiosity needed to be satisfied. He unscrewed the lid from one of the jars and sniffed he contents. It sure smelled like spunk. Sam knew he was going to regret this, but he needed to know for sure. He stuck two fingers into the white cream and stirred it around a bit.
The spooge was still slightly warm. It must be at least somewhat fresh. Almost immediately Sam felt the tingling course through his loins. No doubt about it, this was Tyler’s jizz. What he was doing bottling it is anyone’s guess, but Sam could already feel the effects of his current growth. Sam’s already enormous cock was slowly expanding again. Sam watched in awe as a few more inches were added to his already massive mast. Although, at his current huge size, it wouldn’t have been that noticeable had he not been watching it happen. Sam hadn’t seen any change, but his balls also felt much heavier and fuller.
Sam was rocked by waves of pleasure from his most recent growth spurt. Deep down he knew that he wanted to experience even more, but he realized that it would be foolish to do so. With a bit of regret, Sam screwed the lid back on to the jar and slipped it into the hoody pocket. Sam was about to lick the jizz off of his fingers, but quickly realized that that would be inviting further growth.
Sam was trying to figure out the best way to clean his hand. He didn’t want to wipe it off on Tyler’s bedding, or clean clothes. He also couldn’t go into the bathroom and wash up. Slogging through the quagmire of miracle-gro seemed more than a little counterproductive.
Sam spotted the laundry basket across the room. Maybe he could find something in there that he could use. At the very least he wouldn’t have to worry about getting the clothes dirty, and part of him was strangely exited about getting cum all over Tyler’s clothes, even if it was Tyler’s cum to begin with.
Sam opened the basket and peeked inside. There was a few days worth of clothes in there. There was definitely something that he could use. Sam poked around in the basket for a minute, trying to find anything with the right consistency to use as a cloth to clean himself up with. The shorts were too rough, and the shiny, plasticy texture of the jerseys was not very good for wiping up with at all.
Sam finally found an old pair of cotton boxers. They had seen better days, to be sure. The bottom was so ripped up that they served better as a short skirt than they did as boxers. Why would anyone even bother keeping something so ravaged? They were certainly comfy, though, and perfect for wiping up jizz. Judging by the splotches on them, Sam figured that is exactly what they were used for in the first place.
Sam strolled back over towards Tyler’s bed as he wiped his hand off with the boxers. He had just about reached the bed when there was a knock on the door. Sam instinctively shoved the boxers into his pocket and climbed onto the bed. He pulled the blankets over his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed, letting his balls and junk hang over the side, before responding. “Hello?”
The voice on the other side was Mrs. Simmons again. “It’s just me again. Are you doing alright? We haven’t had time to talk since you arrived.”
Sam was hesitant to respond. He didn’t want to just send her away, but he also wasn’t really in the mood to talk. He was currently horny as hell, and his raging libido was all that was keeping his mind off his current boy troubles. “Uh. Yeah. I’m fine.”
“Well, you don’t sound fine. Mind if I come in?” Apparently Tyler’s mom was just as good at seeing through Sam’s BS as Tyler was. Either that or Sam was really slipping lately.
Sam didn’t want to send her away, mainly because he didn’t have a good excuse. Saying that he couldn’t find clothes would be like admitting that he was hung like a whale, and he wasn’t sure how that would go over. Mrs. Simmons had freaked out a bit when she had seen Tyler’s colossal dick. Sam finally reluctantly agreed, but not before making sure his cock was tucked up close against the bed and fully covered with the blankets. “Sure. Come on in.”
Sam tensed up as Tyler’s mother stepped into the room and sat down beside him. He was so glad he had adjusted his dick to the other side of him. He would have died of shame had she tripped over his schlong, not to mention it probably would have hurt like hell, too. Sam hoped that she didn’t somehow figure out that he was naked under these covers.
Mrs. Simmons sat down next to Sam and placed a hand tenderly on his shoulder. “Care to talk to me about what’s wrong? And don’t give me that ‘I’m fine’ crap. You came in here white as a ghost, and a look a shock, hurt, and fear in your eyes. You are not fine.”
Sam was a little shocked. Did he really look that bad when he showed up? It’s possible. His memory of the event was hazy. He had been on autopilot since this morning. His preferred method for dealing with stress seemed to be to shut off his emotions and his mind and go into a full robotic semi-existence. On the subject of semis, her presence was doing wonders to kill his burgeoning erections. Not that she was bad looking or anything. Sam didn’t consider himself an expert in female beauty, but on a scale of one to awesome, she was pretty great. That said, Sam just wasn’t into girls, and it is super hard to lust after someone when that someone’s mom is sitting right next to you. “Oh… Did I really look that bad?” Sam inquired, less to reaffirm what she had said, and more to buy time.
“Yes, you did. I don’t know what you’ve been through, but you can tell me. You can trust me.” She was certainly doing a good job of being reassuring, but Sam was not one to open up that easily. What would he even tell her? Some guy he thought he liked went batshit dominatrix on him this morning? No thanks.
Mrs. Simmons could tell that Sam was going to fight her on this, but she was ready. It wasn’t the first time she had dealt with difficult teenage boys. “Going to make me work for it, are you? Well fine. Let me guess, girl trouble?” Sam gave no response. He remained completely emotionless.
Tyler’s mother wasn’t about to be beaten so easily and continued her cross-examination. “Not a girl then?” She playfully nudged Sam in the arm. “Boy trouble then?” Sam unintentionally gave her the side eye, and Mrs. Simmons was quick to pick up on this. “I knew it. What is it, rough break up? Unrequited love?” Sam was determined to not give any more ground.
Tyler’s mom was getting frustrated at Sam’s silent treatment. Not even Jake was this hard to pry information out of. She was really starting to appreciate just how easy it was to make Tyler spill everything. That boy couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. “Don’t be so defensive. Look, how about this. Just think of it like you are talking to your own mother, ok?”
She was at first pleased to see Sam turning to face her, but she was not prepared for the look of sadness in his eyes. “I don’t have a mother.” His response hit her like a ton of bricks.
Her heart broke for this boy she had just met. “You poor dear.” She kept repeating as she pulled him in close.
Sam was surprised by the sudden hugging. It seemed to happen a lot in this family. Heart to hearts with his dad consisted of varying degrees of grunts and nods. This whole touchy-feely thing was a bit foreign to him. Also, apparently he now has to console her? Mothers are weird. “It’s OK. Really. I don’t even remember her. She died so long ago.” Sam reached around and awkwardly patted her shoulder. He begrudgingly had to admit that this was kind of nice, even if he didn’t know her that well.
Mrs. Simmons quickly straightened up again. “That does it. Time to get a crash course in how to speak to your mother.” Wait… when she did become his mother? Sam was very confused about how to deal with this woman. “For starters, you will refer to me by my proper title of ‘mom’. Just go with it, it makes things easier in the long run. Ask Jake if you don’t believe me.” Sam found this scenario to be completely absurd, and kind of funny. He had to stifle a giggle, but apparently he didn’t stifle it well enough because she caught the slight change in his demeanor. “Ah ha. We’re getting somewhere.”
“Mom?” Sam pondered aloud.
He had only said it out of confusion, but Mrs. Simmons was quick to jump on it. “Yes, sweetie?”
Sam wasn’t going to just blurt out his life story just because she had tricked him into calling her mom, was he? Although admittedly, at this point Sam couldn’t help but feel it would make his life a lot easier just to get it over with and spill it; kind of like yanking a tooth or ripping off a band-aid. “Ok. So there’s this guy, and I kind of liked him. I might still like him, but today he was kind of… pushy.”
“Pushy? You don’t come staggering in here like you wandered in off the set of The Walking Dead from someone being pushy.” She remarked incredulously. Great, she was off the touchy-feely mode and back into lawyer mode. How does Tyler put up with this woman?
“Well it was a little more than pushy. We… did it, but he was very… rough about it.” Sam felt so awkward talking about this, especially to some lady he had just met, and yet, he was feeling a little better about it.
Mrs. Simmons quickly whipped out her phone. “I’m calling the cops.”
Sam was confused at first, but quickly became alarmed. “What? Why?”
“If this is a rape scenario he won’t be getting away with it.” She responded flatly.
“What? No. It wasn’t like that. I mean, not really. Kind of?” Sam was completely thrown off by this sudden move from Tyler’s mother. He had never even thought about rape before. He didn’t think this counted, though. After all, he had been all for it until Dalton went all creepy. “I wanted him to. At first anyway. Then he got… violent. I don’t even know why.”
Mrs. Simmons lowered the phone at the new news. “Explain.”
Sam had no idea how to explain. Should he tell her everything? He didn’t want to admit to how he was on the floor while Dalton gave him the roughest footjob of his life. Not that he had had many footjobs, but still. That one was rough. “He said he was angry with me, but I couldn’t tell why.” Well, Sam knew that Dalton was at least partially angry that Sam had added a few feet to his dick over night, but there had to be more to it. Something in the way Dalton acted didn’t add up. “He just kept saying these awful things while we did it. I didn’t want to like it, but I kind of did. Like, I felt that somehow I deserved it? Did I deserve it?”
With that, the phone was back in the pocket and she was back in mother mode. “Don’t ever think you deserve to be in an abusive relationship.” Abusive? Sam hadn’t thought of it like that before. He had only seen abusive relationships in movies where the guy would be throwing dishes and the girl and some other crazy stuff. This was just rough sex and awful words. Does that count?
Mrs. Simmons could see the confusion on Sam’s face. “If he feels like he has to tear you down to keep you; that just means you’re above him. He’s not worth your time. You’re still young. You have your whole life to make mistakes and find someone new. Forget about him and find someone who deserves you.”
Sam just sat there stunned. He had to admit, she was good. There was more to the story than what he told her, but her words still rang more or less true. Sam sat there replaying the scenes from this morning and taking her words to heart. He still wanted to like Dalton, even after Dalton had made him feel like shit. Sam was still confused about his feelings, but he was feeling somehow calmer and more collected now.
Mrs. Simmons could see that Sam was going to need some time to gather his thoughts. “I’ll leave you alone for now. I’ll bring your clothes to you when they are done. If you decide you need me before then, I’ll be right across the hall.” With that, she left the room; leaving Sam alone with his thoughts.
Sam was once again left to unravel his emotions and memories. This time however he was better prepared for the ordeal. He sat there on the edge of Tyler’s bed just thinking over the events of the past two days. Tyler’s mom was right about a lot of things. Eventually Sam was able to strengthen his resolve and decide what to do. He was going to meet with Dalton tonight, but not as a date. It was going to be an ultimatum, one last attempt to understand Dalton and try and work things out. If Dalton doesn’t give Sam reason to stay, or ever makes Sam feel like he did today again, it is over.
Sam flopped back into the bed. He was mentally exhausted from battling his inner demons for the whole day. The smell of Tyler wafted up from the bed and the hoody. Sam had almost forgotten how horny he was. Sam looked down and saw that his shaft had already inflated a bit and was starting to lift off the ground. At least someone hadn’t forgotten how horny he was.
Sam pulled the hoody up so that it covered his nose. He could feel Tyler’s scent permeating him to his very core. He could almost taste it. Sam’s colossal shaft was pointing straight up by now. He wanted release, but he wanted something more, too.
Sam’s shaft was far too thick for him to wrap his hands around, but he did the best he could. He grabbed on to either side and stroked up and down. He was so glad to have his extra foreskin tonight. The tide of skin rolled back and forth across the tip of his cock, jacking off the sensitive flesh he wouldn’t be able to reach otherwise.
Tyler’s scent was filling Sam’s body and soul. His mind could only see image’s of Tyler; his beautiful face, his wonderful smile, his amazing ass, and that cock. Oh god, that cock. Sam would worship every single inch of it no matter how big it got, even if it took him three lifetimes. Sam needed more though. He needed to fill all his senses.
Sam sucked on the collar of the hoody while he jacked himself off. He could even taste Tyler now, but it was still not enough. The flavor from the hoody was old and stale. He wanted something fresher. He needed something fresher. Sam fumbled around in his pocket and fished out the boxers. He stuck the boxers in his mouth and began sucking on them; drinking in as much of Tyler’s flavor as he could. He could taste Tyler’s skin, Tyler’s sweat, and even Tyler’s cum. Sam could feel the warm tingle pulse through his already gigantic cock as he sucked in Tyler’s flavor. He could tell he was getting bigger, but he did not care. All he wanted now was to get off.
Sam could feel his shaft swelling and swelling, it was quickly getting too big to grasp. His balls were also swelling by the second. The two already gigantic orbs continued to inflate to truly goliath proportions. With each surge of growth, Sam came closer and closer to orgasm. He wanted nothing more than to cum, but he was still not quite ready.
Sam could no longer get a decent grip of his cock. He was too enraptured by the pleasure arcing through his body to open his eyes and see just how huge he had gotten, but he didn’t care at this point. If his hands can no longer jack himself off, then he’d find a better use for them.
Sam placed his feet against his own enlarged nuts and lifted his ass off the bed. It was obvious that he was no longer going to be able to top again, so he may as well learn to love life on the other side. Huge beads of pre had already been rolling down Sam’s giant shaft; completely drenching Sam and soaking the bed. Sam used these to wet his hands. The slimy substance worked well enough for what he was going to do.
Sam pressed his now saturated middle finger against his puckered hole and slowly slid it in. It was so hard to get just one finger in, he was amazed that there are people who can easily slide whole dicks up there, not to mention things even larger. Sam played at his whole for a bit with his middle finger; slowly managed to get a feel for how the muscles worked and opened. He slowly and steadily managed to get his second finger in. Now that he had two fingers in, he could work on feeling around. Somewhere in there is the sweet spot, the spot that was supposed to make it all worth while. Stretching out his hole felt pretty great, but it felt more like a relaxing stretch than anything particularly orgasmic.
Sam poked around up in there not really sure what he was looking for. He felt around at various angles when suddenly he felt a shock run up his spine. He retraced his steps and found
that spot again, and had the same results. This must be the place, he thought, and pressed hard against it with both fingers. Sure enough, Sam’s colossal cock bucked like a stallion. He could feel another shock of pleasure as the sensitive tip of his dick slapped against the roof as his cock bucked. He had been holding his dick downward since it had already grown too tall to stand upright. Sam couldn’t even imagine how huge it must be now, nor did he care to think about why he was still growing.
Sam rocked his hips slowly back and forth while he fingered his hole. He let the roof press against the top of his cock and slide his foreskin back and forth across his sensitive tip while he learned firsthand the joys of anal play. Sam’s had long since lost the ability to think as he brought himself closer and closer to orgasm. The combined pleasure of his huge cock being jacked by the ceiling, his fingers play at his newly discovered g-spot, and the mellow tingle of growth still coursing through him soon became too much. Sam bucked his hips one last time as he rammed his ringers as deep as he could; pressing down into his sweet spot wit all he could muster.
He let out a low moan as his dick erupted like Vesuvius. The sexy moan even caught Sam off guard, but it only served to make him cum harder. Gallon upon gallons of warm spunk flooded out into Tyler’s room; coating the wall, the floor, anything in range. Sam gasped for breath as his monolithic nuts continually drained all their seed and instantly re-inflated.
Sam fired jet after sticky jet as he struggled to catch his breath. Each orgasm wracking his body to the core. He could feel the pool of jizz steadily rising as he flooded the entire room. The goopy pool rose and rose. It quickly became too much for Sam to handle as the lake of cum rose past his ankles and even higher. Sam’s torrential burst of cum showed no sign of slowing as he eventually lost consciousness.
Sam awoke sometime later to finally witness the true extent of the damage. Tyler’s bed was soaked with pre, the rest of his room was coated in a thick layer of spooge, and Sam’s dick had swelled to unheard of proportions. He had no way of guessing its size, but it dwarfed Jake’s and even Tyler’s. Sam looked on in shock and awe at the sleeping behemoth before him. It made no sense. How could he have grown so much from just the residual cum on Tyler’s boxers? Sam looked down on the bed beside him and noticed a little silver lid. He had not put the lid on the cum jar back on well enough, the contents of the jar had been slowly spilling out onto him the entire time.
Sam mentally traced a path along the vast expanse of his cock. His now floppy shaft stretched across the room, bumped against the wall on the opposite side, and then draped along the wall as it… passed in front of the restroom door… Sam’s cock had been basting in the residual juices of Tyler’s previous cumsplosion. The slow moving glacier of jizz had been slowly seeping out of the restroom onto Sam’s immense cock. Sam had no way of moving the leviathan that stretched out before him. He was stuck there unable to do anything but watch his bloated cock steadily inflate more and more as it soaked up more and more cum.
Sam fell back in the bed and laughed. He didn’t find the situation all that funny, but what could he do? He wanted to run away, but he was stuck there. He wanted to hide, but his dick was probably visible from space by now. He wanted to cry, but all he could do was cackle.
And cackle he did. Others in the house heard the commotion and came to check on him. There was a knock on the door followed by Tyler’s voice. “Are you ok?” Sam couldn’t respond, nor did he want to. Tyler called out to him again. “Are you ok? … That’s it. I’m coming in.”
Sam watched as the door opened slowly. A sense of dread filled him as he saw the outlines of Jake and Tyler in the doorway. His two friends were going to see just what he had become.
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Tyler knew he needed to act fast if he was going to help both Sam and Jake before things got way too messy. Fortunately, his last class of the day was technically already over. They had written their final papers in there on Monday, and today was just peer review day; which is to say, everybody acted like they read each others papers when they really just sat around and talked all period. Tyler could easily skip out without having to worry about any negative consequences. He also knew that Jake had no reason to be at school other than to provide transport for Tyler and Sam. Tyler had no idea what Sam’s class schedule was like, but Sam was in no condition, physically or mentally, to be attending classes.
Tyler heard a knock on the door and so he walked over and opened the door a crack. He could see that Mark was waiting on the other side with a full bucket of cool water. Tyler quickly opened the door and swiped the bucket and then shut the door in Mark’s face before he could even say anything. Tyler really didn’t want to let that creeper stare at his friend in such a vulnerable position. Tyler would put on a show for anyone who wanted one, but he knew Sam was much more guarded about showing off his body. It’s kind of a shame too, because Sam really did have a fantastic body. At least Sam had gotten comfortable enough in front of Tyler to let it all hang out around him.
Tyler poured the bucket of water along the length of Sam’s rapidly dwindling cock. Tyler was glad that the water seemed to be cold enough to get Sam back down to his minimum and manageable size, but there was still the issue of how to smuggle Sam out of school. His clothes were in no way wearable in their current cum covered state. Tyler would have to rig up some sort of covering for Sam. He had a few ideas, but he’d need Jake’s help.
Oh, shit. Jake. Tyler really had to find Jake fast. There was no telling when the dam would break. If Jake couldn’t keep his growth in check and let loose in the middle of class the results would be disastrous.
Sam seemed to have calmed down a bit, and he was small enough to be mobile again. Hopefully he’d be fine on his own for a little bit while Tyler took care of things with Jake. Tyler crouched down next to Sam and put a hand reassuringly on his shoulder. “Hey, Jake really needs my help too. Will you be fine on your own for a few minutes while I take care of him? I’ll bring you something to wear and so we can get out of here soon.”
Sam’s eyes lit up a little as Tyler mentioned leaving. Sam was not comfortable being around campus in his current state, and was visibly rattled by whatever had happened to him this morning. He just wanted to hide away from people for awhile. The thought of spending the rest of the day just hanging out with Jake and Tyler like they had the night before, sounded like the best thing for him right now.
Tyler turned and rummaged through Sam’s spooge saturated clothing until he found Sam’s cell. It was a little gooey, but seemed to be in working order. Tyler flipped it on, and a little message popped up saying that the new software had finished installing. Tyler quickly dismissed the prompt. He just wanted to be sure that Sam had a working phone. Tyler had no interest in snooping on whatever Sam had been downloading today.
Tyler was a little confused to find that the phone was lying out in the pile of clothes and not in any of the pockets. Sam must have been using it briefly before his growth hit. Tyler figured that the reason Sam had not tried to call anyone was because it was very difficult for him to move in the closet with his massive dick blocking the way.
Tyler handed Sam his phone. “Here. Keep this with you. I’ll message you when we are at the door. Keep this place locked until then, ok?”
Sam just nodded silently in understanding. Tyler really hated to leave him in the state, but it was the best chance they had of getting out of here with the minimal amount of physical, emotional, and property damage.
Once Tyler left the room, Sam slowly got up and locked the door. His mind was still slowly trying to process everything that had happened. Dalton had made him feel so great and so worthless all at once. Sam’s emotions were cycling rapidly between varying degrees of love and hate. He had really liked Dalton yesterday, but Dalton had shown a very scary side to him earlier today. Dalton had mellowed out in a matter of minutes, though. It’s like he had caught himself, and by the end of their time in the closet, Dalton was almost completely back to his previous self. Sam didn’t know how to feel about these rapid changes in personality, or what to think of Dalton in general.
Sam also was uncomfortable with himself. Some part of him had enjoyed the way Dalton had held so much power over him. Sam felt sick to his stomach thinking of how he had gotten off to the way Dalton was abusing him. Sam felt ashamed and embarrassed. All Sam really knew was that he didn’t want that type of relationship.
Sam leaned back against the now locked door and slowly slid down to the ground. He landed with a splash in the cooling pool of jizz that still covered the floor. Sam absent-mindedly flipped his phone on and off as he the thought over the events of the past day. Eventually, Sam wiped the excess spooge off of the screen with a relatively clear part of his arm, and was surprised to see that some of the cracks that had formed in his screen over the past year seemed to wipe off with it. If Sam’s mind had been in a better state, he may have given this more than a cursory notice, but as it was, he was far too preoccupied with other things to give more than a bemused. “…huh.”
Tyler hurried off to the locker room as quick as he could, but it was slow going with his newly enhanced girth. Tyler silently cussed himself out for forgetting to grab the dolly from the supply closet like he had originally intended, but he didn’t dare go back there until he was ready for Sam. He didn’t want to give Sam any false hope about them already being ready to go. Tyler was better off carrying his own weight for now, and then grabbing the set of wheels when he was ready to help Sam.
Tyler turned the corner into the locker room and was greeted by a solid wall of flesh. There’s only one thing that this massive, spongy barrier of skin could be. Well, two things actually, but seeing as Tyler had no way of obtaining a pokeflute, he had to hope that this particularly lazy, round roadblock was actually one of Jake’s colossal balls. It would appear that Tyler was a little too late to stop Jake from growing, but at least Jake had picked a relatively safe location to really let himself go. Tyler was pretty sure that there would be no one in the locker room at this time normally, and if there was, Tyler hoped that they would have enough sense to try and escape the expanding mass of cockflesh. That being said, Tyler knew that he had seen his boyfriend’s giant balls slowly swelling their way in his direction he would have hopped right on and enjoyed the ride. Tyler made a note to do just that once they were safely out in a place that was big enough to handle them.
Sam’s phone chirped. He was startled by it, because he had not expected a response from Tyler so soon. He turned the phone on again and read the message. “Hey. I’m going to need the dolly and the bucket. Could you get those ready for me?” Sam had no idea what was going on, but it gave him something to do. He really needed a little diversion. Being left alone with his thoughts was really not doing him any good right now.
Sam found the bucket easy enough, but he wasn’t sure what dolly Tyler was talking about. He knew that Tyler obviously wasn’t referring to some sort of toy doll, but all the dollies that Sam had dealt with when helping his dad had been the upright kind. The sort that had two rear wheel and long upright handles with a little shelf for loading furniture and heavy equipment onto. There was nothing in this room matching that description.
Then Sam saw what he was looking for. Hanging up on the far wall was a two foot by three foot rectangular wooden ring. It looked kind of like a picture frame on wheels. Now that he saw it, he knew exactly what it was and how Tyler knew it was in here. Earlier in the school year Tyler had gotten sent to detention for causing a disturbance at school. This was a not altogether uncommon occurrence, but Sam remembered this particular scene very well. It was actually he first time he had seen Tyler, and was when he had developed his crush.
Sam had been trying to find his way around the school. He was still new there, and didn’t know much of where anything was. He was standing in the middle of the hallway trying to make heads or tails of the rudimentary map that he had been given at orientation for the first day of school. He was too focused on the map to hear the loud rattling noise careening towards him or to notice the crowd of people in hallway parting like a bad 90s haircut. He had vaguely become aware of the sound of someone laughing. It was such a warm and friendly laughter that Sam had immediately felt at peace with whoever it was coming from.
Sam didn’t have to wait long to find out the owner of the voice. In a matter of seconds he could hear the voice shouting. “Hey guys! I’m going to leap Springfield Gorge! … OH shit! Hey! LOOK OUT!” Sam looked up from his map to see Tyler, riding the dolly like a skateboard straight down the middle of the hallway; careening right towards Sam.
In one swift motion, Tyler had hopped off of his makeshift skateboard, scooped up the dolly, and skid to a halt but a few inches from Sam. Sam’s was now face to face with the most handsome guy he had ever seen. Tyler’s sparkling green eyes seemed to glow with a friendly light.
Sam couldn’t even speak. He didn’t want to risk outing himself so soon, but he could feel is face getting warm. He knew he was already blushing. Sam wanted to turn away and hide his face, but he couldn’t pull his gaze away from those beautiful eyes. Tyler’s friendly grin helped Sam relax quite a bit.
“So you’re new here, huh?” Tyler plucked the map right out of Sam’s hands. “Oh. You’ve got Jenkins. He’s a total hardass. You’re not far off, though.”
Right then, the Vice Principal managed to catch up to Tyler. His face was bright red from running; trying to catch up with the maniac who was speeding through the hallways. He placed one hammy hand heavily on Tyler’s shoulder. “Son, we are going to have to have a few words.”
Tyler just nodded nonchalantly as he continued looking over Sam’s map. He gave the vice principal a dismissive wave as he replied. “Oh, sure. Just give me a minute here.” Tyler continued pointing out landmarks on the map. “See. You’re right here. You want to go over the science annex. So go down the hall, hang a left at the gym. Jenkins’ class is the third door on the left.”
Tyler made a few quick notes on the map and handed it back to Sam. Then he turned to the Vice Principal. “I guess we’re going back to your place, then? You could have at least bought me dinner first.” Tyler hoisted the dolly up under his arm and readjusted his backpack. Then with a quick, enthusiastic upward point and an “Allons-y!” he strode off in the direction of the principal’s office, with the flustered VP following behind.
Sam looked at his map and saw that Tyler had jotted down some major landmarks onto it. This made it so much easier for Sam to learn his way around the school. Sam was going to be sure to thank him later.
Throughout the course of the rest of the day Sam had learned the name of the handsome dude who had helped him that morning. It wasn’t too hard. Tyler’s stunt was the talk of the entire school. Sam quickly learned that Tyler was given detention after school that day for his escapades. This seemed very lax to Sam, but apparently Tyler was the school’s star athlete, and they didn’t want to risk him getting blocked from participating in sports.
Sam had also found out that Tyler was the captain of the soccer team; a surprising accomplishment for a junior. He also found out that the soccer team had open enrollment after class that day. Sam had plenty of time to kill after class that day anyway, and he really wanted a chance to meet Tyler again.
Sam waited outside of the detention hall after school for Tyler to finish his sentence. When Tyler finally got out, Sam walked over to him and forced himself to speak. “I wanted to thank you for helping me earlier… and I’m sorry that you got caught.”
Tyler just laughed, which confused Sam a bit at first. “Don’t worry about that, man. I was going to get caught anyway. Glad I could help out.”
Sam struggled with his words a bit more, and finally managed to speak again. “I also… I would like to join the soccer team.”
Tyler just nodded. “Ok. See you at practice tomorrow.”
Sam was taken aback. “Wait, what? Just like that? Don’t I need to try out or anything?”
Tyler rolled his eyes back as he thought. “No, not really. Anyone who wants to can get on the team. We’ll keep on eye on how you play during practice and decide who gets to be on the main line, though. So, if you want to actually play, you better bring you’re A-game to practice.”
Sam perked up at this. Tyler was going to be watching him as he practiced? You can guarantee Sam was going to give it 110%. “Yes, sir!”
Tyler laughed his good natured laugh again. “No need to be so formal. Name’s Tyler by the way.” He held out his hand to Sam.
Sam eagerly shook Tyler’s hand. “I’m Sam. Well, Samwise, but just call me Sam.”
Tyler cocked his head to the side a bit and gave Sam a sly smirk. “You’re a little tall for a hobbit aren’t you?”
Sam was unexpectedly pleased to hear that Tyler knew about hobbits, and that he seemed to appreciate the reference. Sam was planning on making some sort of comment in reply, but he mind was still sort of fumbling along with a mixture of young love goofiness and good old fashioned social awkwardness. Before Sam could formulate any sort of response he heard someone else chime in. “And you’re a little short for a storm trooper. Seriously, bro, you think I have time to sit around and wait for your ass to get out of detention?”
“No one says you have to wait for me. I can get home just fine.” Tyler waved Jake off dismissively.
“As if! Do you know how much shit I would get from your mom if I ditched you? Oh, and who’s the kid?”
“Oh. He’s just some freshman who wants on the team.” Sam’s heart sunk a bit as he heard himself referred to in such a disinterested way. He was just another freshman to this guy, wasn’t he?
Tyler turned back to Sam and gestured towards Jake. “And this is my douchebag next-door neighbor.” Tyler then gestured back and forth between Sam and Jake as he did introductions. “Fish. Tool. Tool. Fish. Great. We’re all friends now.”
Jake had known Tyler long enough to know that he was just joking around and being an ass so he didn’t take any offence at being called a tool, but he wasn’t going to let it slide so easy. Jake mustered up his best mock defiance and retaliated. “Oh, I’ll show your smart ass a tool when we get home.” Jake immediately realized that what he said could be perceived as being sexual and turned bright red. Jake turned and stomped off to his jeep before anyone would have time to read too much into what he had just said. “I’m going home. If you aren’t at the car in five minutes I’m leaving without you.”
Tyler waved goodbye to Jake with a mix of genuine friendship and good natured snark and then turned back to Sam. “Don’t mind him. He’s always like that. I swear. He’s a great guy if you actually get to know him. He just doesn’t make it easy. Anyway, I really should get going. See you at practice!”
Tyler hurried off after Jake, leaving Sam to think over what had just happened. Sam was a little disheartened, but he wasn’t ready to admit defeat yet. He had decided to join the soccer team and become so good that Tyler had to notice him. Maybe, if he played his cards right he could get close to his new crush while he was at it. Sam followed through on his plan, and quickly became one of the top players on the team, but it was many months before he could actually work up the courage to talk to Tyler about anything other than the basic soccer team topics.
The chirp from Sam’s phone brought him back to the present. “Yo. I’m at the door.” Sam unlocked the door, and Tyler entered almost instantly. “Got the stuff?”
Sam nodded and handed Tyler the bucket and then pulled the dolly off the wall. Sam couldn’t help but smile in spite of all the stress he was under. This little contraption was partly to blame for having brought him and Tyler together. Sam supposed he would have seen Tyler around the school anyway over the course of the next few months, but if they had met later Sam might not have been able to join the team and get close to Tyler. A strange chance encounter on his first day at school had led him up to this moment, and for better or for worse, Sam wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
Tyler took the bucket, but didn’t accept the dolly. “Just put it down.” Tyler then grabbed onto the fabric lining of his monolithic bulge. “Just slide it under. Ready? Three… Two… One… Go!” Tyler pulled up on his briefs and hoisted his gargantuan package off the ground high enough that Sam could slip the wheeled platform under it.
Tyler let go of his ginormous junk and let it rest atop the dolly. The wooden contraption under him gave a groan of protest, but held the weight well enough. “Whew. That makes my life so much easier. Glad this school only has one level.” Tyler gave Sam a reassuring grin. “You sure you are ok here by yourself?”
Sam just nodded in reply. Tyler looked him over for a minute before speaking. “Ok, but if you need anything, just message me. I’ll be here as soon as I can. Oh and keep the door locked like last time.” Tyler gave Sam a cheesy thumbs up as he backed out of the closet; the wheels rattling and squeaking under him as he went. Sam locked the door as soon as Tyler was gone, and went back into his moral and emotional dilemmas.
Tyler stopped by the restroom on his way to the gym. He was actually glad that the tap water here somehow managed to remain at negative fifty degrees no matter how many hundreds of degrees it was outside. Seriously, it could be 114 degrees outside, but if you tried to wash your hands in the bathroom without letting it heat up first you’d get frostbite instantly. You fingers would crack off, as they crystallized like T-1000 in nitrogen.
With his bucket filled, Tyler scooted off to the lockers to shrink down his enlarged lover. Once, Tyler reached the locker room, he haphazardly splashed the fleshy wall in front of him, causing the spongy barricade to recede enough that he could enter. The whole scenario gave him a strange Jabu Jabu vibe, but he shook the though out of his head. He was just opening a door to the lockers. It’s not like he was crawling around inside of Jake’s monstrous cock. Not yet anyway, but Tyler was always down to try new things.
The splash of cold water was but a drop in the bucket compared to Jake’s titanic dick. It caused his colossal endowment to recede just enough for Tyler to slip in, but that was all he really needed. Once he was into the shower area he could crank all the faucets to full blast and really get the party started.
Tyler was in awe of what he saw when he entered the locker area. Jake’s cock was beyond huge. It was packed in to the large, open changing room so tightly that the lockers had all been uprooted and smashed against the walls. Jake himself could not be seen, but it was pretty obvious where he was. Tyler just hoped that he hadn’t been too uncomfortable being pinned to the roof by his own monumental shaft before Tyler had shown up. Even in its slightly reduced state it was still a pretty tight fit. Tyler had to inch along the side of the wall to get over to where all the showers were.
Many of the shower partitions had been bent or altogether torn off their hinges by the onslaught of cock that had just crashed against them like the juggernaut, bitch. Tyler didn’t have to try very hard to redirect the showerheads to spray onto Jake’s enormous wang. The thing was so huge, he doubted even a Bond henchman could miss it.
Tyler went from stall to stall turning the water on at full blast, and setting the stream to the coldest setting possible. By the time he had gotten to the third stall, Jake was already back down to what could be considered normal for him. Tyler quickly reversed his course and shut down all the showers.
Tyler ran over to Jake as quickly as he could. Now that the giant mound of dick was out of the way, Tyler could tell that the room was flooded with cum. Jake must have come in here in an effort to get off. It’s very fortunate that he had done so, It’s hard to say what would have happened if Jake had been in an area that was cramped or crowded when he began losing control of his growth.
Tyler quickly got over to where Jake was. Well, the main body anyway. If you were to consider Jake’s mondo-cock in calculating his location, then Tyler would never have been more than five feet from Jake at any given time. “Hey. Are you ok?” Tyler gave Jake a gentle shove on the shoulder in an attempt to rouse him.
Jake just let out a low groan of pain. Tyler could see that his back had a lot of deep red marks on it from being pressed up so hard against the faux stucco ceiling for so long, but other than that he seemed fine. It probably hurt like a bitch, though. “Can you move? We need to get out of here.”
Again Jake just groaned in response; this was less a groan of pain and more a groan of some guy who did not want to get out of bed yet; so in other words, typical Jake. Tyler shoved
Jake harder. “Come on. Sam needs our help.”
Jake looked up from his own massive, cushiony balls that he had been so comfortably nestled in. “What? What’s wrong?”
“I’m not sure, but he’s in a bad state. We need to get him out of here. Come on. Let’s get you dressed.” Tyler slogged through the cum flooded lockers and started collecting Jake’s loose articles of clothing. Fortunately, Jake’s undies had landed on top of a locker and had avoided the flood. There was a little splotch on the front, but they should be serviceable. The rest of his clothes were cumpletely soaked, though.
By this time Jake was up and mobile, but his junk was getting covered in jizz as he sloshed through the muck. It was going to be difficult getting him ready to be seen in public. Thinking quickly Tyler picked up one of the uprooted benches and carried it over to one of the stalls. After using the force of the water spraying from the shower head to blast away all of the spooge on the floor of the stall, he plopped the bench down sideways to form a bit of a storm wall to keep more from seeping back in.
Jake stepped over the makeshift barrier in front of the shower stall, and stood under the stream. Tyler helped him by scrubbing all the excess spunk from his shaft and balls; getting completely soaked in the process. It felt so amazing. Jake could feel his shaft beginning to engorge again as his little lover worked his dick over with the rags. Jake struggled to keep his sanity. He really couldn’t afford to flood the room yet again, and they were racing against the clock. Jake was really worried about his new friend, and it was his worry for Sam that helped him keep his raging libido in check.
Tyler finished scrubbing down Jake in silence. His mind was racing with all the things he needed to do to get them all out of the school. He could piece together a decent outfit for Jake, but he had nothing for Sam. Once Jake was sufficiently clean, he grabbed some clean towels from the little cabinet in the corner and helped Jake dry off.
Jake knew his clothes were in no shape to be worn; especially not in public. “Maybe I should just wait here? You can come get me on you way out.” Jake wasn’t too keen on streaking through school; especially given how hard it would be to cover himself in case of an emergency. He realized it was a little silly to be so self conscious at this stage, especially seeing as anyone who saw him fully clothed would get an eyeful of his gigantic equipment. Somehow, that thin layer of fabric encasing his junk gave him the self confidence he needed to stroll around with everything on display. Oh, and streaking is technically illegal. So there’s that, too.
Tyler just threw Jake’s relatively clean underoos to him. “No can do. We’re getting Sam together.” Tyler grabbed another clean towel and rolled Jake’s saturated clothing into it for safe transport and then set the bundle on a clean spot atop one of the overturned lockers. He then pulled off his plaid, flannel overshirt and passed it to Jake. “Here. Put this on. It’s not a full outfit, but it’ll at least get you covered.”
Jake nodded and began pulling the shirt on. “What about pants?”
Tyler shrugged. He didn’t have any plans for getting pants for Jake. “Honestly, I don’t think anyone will be looking at your legs.”
Once Jake was dressed and they had left the locker room, Tyler pulled out another clean towel he had brought with him and wiped the jizz off his feet. He then passed the towel to Jake who did the same. “Ok. So here’s the plan. We go to the nurse’s office. Grab some sheets, and then go get Sam.”
Tyler and Jake tried to sneak through the hallways, but it was no good. Even if their huge bulges didn’t give away their position from a mile away, the loud squeaking from the now cum covered wheels of Tyler’s ball cart sure did. Jake tapped Tyler on the shoulder and asked in a loud whisper. “Dude. What’s that noise?”
“Oh.” Tyler thrusts his hips back and forth; causing the wheels to squeak with each movement. “I got some wheels put on. I kind of needed a little help getting around.”
“What?” Jake craned his head off to the side; getting a good look at Tyler’s newly enhanced junk for the first time. “You got bigger than me, you ass!”
Tyler turned back to look at Jake as best he could and playfully patted him on the cheek. “You know you like it, babe.” Tyler said with a coy grin, but his face quickly turned serious. “We really gotta hurry. I don’t know how long I can hold my growth in.”
Tyler wheeled himself off to the nurse’s office with a renewed burst of speed, and Jake hobbled along behind him. When they reached the office, Tyler immediately started grabbing sheets from the closet and passed one to Jake. “Here. You can wear this as a skirt if you are still feeling self conscious.”
Jake did just that, but it somehow only made him feel even sillier. Oh well, According to Tyler, once they got Sam they were headed back to his place. Jake would feel much more comfortable in the safety of Tyler’s house. Once there they could make preparations for the showdown with Jake’s parents. Jake felt a chill run down his spine as he thought of it. He really had no idea how his parents would handle it. They were nice enough people. They were just… a little out of touch with the world outside of the church.
Tyler again led the charge over to the storage closet that Sam was hiding in; a bundle of sheets loaded into his arms. Jake followed close behind; carrying a smaller bundle of his clothes wrapped in a now soggy towel.
Jake was a little confused when Tyler stopped right outside of the small janitor’s closet and whipped out his phone. Tyler input a message and sent it. In a matter of seconds the door unlatched from the other side and swung open.
Jake was shocked to see Sam when he entered the closet. Sam had always been pale, but now he was white as a ghost. Now Jake could see why Tyler was so dead set on getting him out of the school. Sam really looked like he needed some time in the company of friends.
“Feeling any better?” Tyler shifted the mass of sheets to one arm so he could lay a hand reassuringly on one shoulder. Sam nodded, but still didn’t speak. Tyler gave his best reassuring smile in response. “Great. Here, we’ve got some sheets. We should be able to make a decent enough outfit out of these. Well, good enough to get you home anyway.”
With Jake’s help, Tyler was able to use the first sheet to form a makeshift sling for Sam’s nuts, and then used the other sheet to wrap Sam up. Sam clutched his massive shaft close to his chest as he was wrapped up like a mummy. By the time he was done, he looked like a strange hybrid of Quasimodo and E.T. The sheet covered him well enough, and even made a nice little hood to hide his cum soaked hair, but the way Sam was hoisting his massive shaft over one shoulder made him look like he was hunch backed.
Despite the oddity of his outfit, Sam actually looked the most normal of the bunch. His wrapping managed to hide his equipment very well, and so he was the only one of the trio who did not have their massive package jutting obscenely out in front of them.
They had managed to get out of the school easily enough. Anytime any of the roving hall monitors seemed to be about to cut them off, Tyler flashed a nurse pass that he had had the foresight to swipe while they were raiding the office. If any of the monitors had wanted to, they could have seen that the pass had nothing written on it and stopped them, but at this close to the end of the school year even the pseudo-militaristic disciplinary committee had stopped taking school seriously.
Once in the parking lot, it was a quick jaunt to Jake’s Jeep and they were on their way to Tyler’s place. They had to change their seating arrangements a bit, though. Tyler had now far outgrown the passenger seat, and had to sit sideways in the back; one seat for him, and the other two for his behemoth dong.
While Jake drove, Tyler whipped out his phone and began dialing. Tyler breathed a sigh of relief as a familiar voice answered after the third ring. “Yo, Uncle Mark! Look, we’re headed home, but I’m going to need you to hook us up with a distraction. Yeah. Five minutes. Great.”
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Sam and Tyler hit the ground with a thud. The soggy muck made for a surprisingly soft landing despite the awkward position the two boys had landed in. Once the two boys had realized what was happening they both instinctively tried to protect the other. The resulted in them splashing down shoulder first. Sam took the brunt of the impact since his position from behind Tyler made it easier for him to wrap his arms around and shield the shorter boy. It was also a good thing that Sam’s boner had all but completely faded before they started their descent or Tyler would have been in for a world of hurt as they crashed down.
Tyler tried to get to his feet, but he was still attached to Sam. With every movement Tyler made, he could feel his friend’s long dick twitching inside of him. Tyler needed to get up and go help Jake. He didn’t have time to be tethered to someone else like this. “Hey, Sam. I need you to pull out.”
Sam hesitated for a moment before he cautiously replied. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Yes, I’m sure. If it doesn’t hurt being in there like it does, it shouldn’t hurt coming out, so go ahead.” Tyler replied hurriedly.
Sam had to admit Tyler made a lot of sense. The odds of Sam actually hurting his buff, blonde buddy seemed slim to none. “Ok. Ok. I get it, just relax for a second.” Sam could feel Tyler relax around his cock and then slowly began reeling out the vast length of his dick that was buried up his pal’s hot ass. Sam was actually a little sad to be pulling out of his friend. He had felt so close to Tyler when they had been connected in that way, both physically and emotionally. Sam could feel every flex of Tyler’s muscles, every beat of his heart, every breath he had taken. As Sam slowly pulled out he could feel Tyler’s insides sliding along the sides of his shaft. The sensation was so great that he had to struggle with all his willpower to not bone inside of his friend right then and there.
Finally Sam could feel the tip of his cock reaching the exit of Tyler’s tight ass. With one last tug, the meaty leviathan plopped loose and flopped into the muck. Sam’s semi was so long that tip grazed the ground beneath him. Sam stared in shock. His cock was almost as long as his leg, and it had been inside his friend who was even shorter than he was. He couldn’t even fathom how he hadn’t been split Tyler in half with it.
Sam’s eyes drifted up to Tyler’s destroyed asshole. From the looks of it, he pretty much had split Tyler in half. Tyler’s hole was so stretched out and loose, and streams of Sam’s pent up jizz flowed out of it. The whole display was so lewd and erotic that Sam felt himself getting hard again just looking at it.
Tyler turned around to face Sam. The sight before him caused Sam to gasp. It was the first time that Sam had actually had a chance to get a look at Tyler from this angle for awhile, and the changes were unbelievable. Tyler’s massive six foot cock draped over his gigantic nuts; each one was the size of a large bean bag chair and rested heavily on the ground. The shaft itself was bigger around than Tyler was. Where Sam’s massive dick was long enough to barely touch the ground, Tyler’s hit the ground and then continued to loll lazily in the muck for a few more feet. Tyler’s eyes continued to move upward as he surveyed his friend’s body. Tyler’s stomach was big and round; it was still completely filled to the brim with Sam’s spunk. Sam was strangely proud of his handiwork. He had to admit it looked pretty sexy in its own way; especially when the round belly was juxtaposed against all the rock hard muscles that composed the rest of Tyler’s body.
Sam’s gaze finally reached Tyler’s face and more specifically, his eyes. Sam’s mouth dropped open as he Saw Tyler’s eyes. “Your eyes… They’re green!”
Tyler was confused and his face showed it. He raised an eyebrow questioningly at Sam and replied. “Uh, they’ve always been green.”
Sam shook his head as he tried to process what he was seeing. Tyler’s eyes were more than green. They seemed to have their own light source. The boy’s brilliant green eyes pulsed with a seemingly electric energy. “No, I mean. They’re green green. I mean. You’ve got Mako eyes!”
“What?” Tyler gasped. He had a general idea of what Mako eyes meant from his years of hanging with Jake. Tyler looked around for any reflective surface he might be able to use as a mirror, but there were none to be found. What he did see surprised him, though. He was seeing things. He couldn’t really put his finger on what though. There was something everywhere. It was like an invisible cloud that he could see but not. It was completely invisible, but somehow he could see the shapes in the back of his mind; almost like he was seeing a memory from ages past. He hadn’t noticed it when he was looking at Sam because both of them were so coated in this aura that it flooded his entire field of vision, but as he looked back to Sam after looking around the field, it was painfully obvious.
Tyler was trying to piece together what might have happened. His eyes were glowing like Jake’s had. Maybe that meant he could now control the nanites. Tyler focused his mind on the aura around him; making it move, making it shift, making it shrink. He had some success with the first two, but none at all with the shrinking. Tyler looked up at Sam and gave a sheepish grin. “Um. I need to try something…” Tyler focused his mind on Sam and issued a compulsion to grow. Sure enough, Sam’s dick began swelling again. Sam stared in shock and awe as his already gigantic member grew bigger and bigger by the second. When it finally stopped Sam was tethered to the ground by ten feet of thick cock.
Tyler was surprised that that actually worked. Somehow he still had a little of Jake’s power in him, but it could only cause growth. Tyler made a note to sit Jake down and talk to him about his fixation with big. It was starting to get a little out of hand. Tyler sighed internally and began formulating his plan. Dalton had issued the command for Jake to grow soon after he had shoved Tyler and Sam over the edge. The two of them were getting steadily farther and farther away as Jake’s cock continued to balloon to bigger and bigger sizes. Tyler looked up at his lover’s expanding leviathan. It was already at least forty feet to the top. Tyler might be able to climb it, but it would be slow going with his hefty six footer weighing him down. Add in the steady growth Jake was experiencing, Jake may as well be in China. There was no way Tyler could climb fast enough to make any progress scaling that cliff.
Tyler turned back to Sam and gave the stunned boy another sheepish look. “Hey, Sam… I need to ride your cock.”
Sam’s face turned red. “Again?” He yelped in shock, completely missing the obvious impossibility of being able to slide his now gargantuan meat inside of a boy who was half its size.
“Not like that!” Tyler replied. “I need to go after Jake…” Tyler suddenly became very nervous and uncertain as he realized what he was about to ask of his friend. He was having trouble managing to bring himself to make eye contact with Sam as he continued. “I need to catch up to him… Will you give me a lift?” Tyler looked back up and pleaded with Sam.
“Oh?” Sam’s mind took a moment to process Tyler’s request. As he pieced it together the color drained from his face. “…oh.” Tyler was going to blow him up like the Goodyear blimp and ride him like an elevator all the way up to Jake. “Will you be able to put me back afterwards?” Sam asked hesitantly.
Tyler shook his head slowly. “I don’t know, but please. I have to save him.” Tyler was genuinely pleading with Sam, and Sam knew it. Sam knew instantly there was no way he could live with himself if he said no. His best friend needed his help to rescue the love of his life from a crazed mastermind. It was so surreal. It felt like something out of a movie. Sam knew he was going to say yes. He knew he was basically agreeing to live his life as a small spec attached to a monolithic cock, but he was prepared to do it. Sam tried to speak, but he was cracking under the pressure. Even though he knew the longer he waited the bigger he would have to be to catch up, he just couldn’t get his mouth to form the words. Sam was shaking like a leaf as he slowly nodded his head.
The very act of nodding put Sam at ease. He couldn’t get the words out, but he had officially signed on for this hair brained rescue. Sam nodded steadily faster and more vigorously as he got psyched up. He saw Tyler’s whole face light up, and finally managed to get the words out. “Do it.”
Sam was surprised by just how fast and how high someone with such a large, weighty endowment was able to jump. In one swift movement Tyler had leap-frogged onto Sam’s colossal member and slid in for the most passionate, muscular bro-hug Sam had ever experienced. Sam could feel his dick beginning to grow even without the aid of Tyler’s surreptitious Mako magics.
Tyler finally broke the embrace with Sam and said with a smirk. “Going up.” Sam’s stomach felt like it doing cartwheels in his midsection. His nerves were fried with a combination of excitement and dread. Sam was exited for Tyler, and was strangely proud to be part of some epic clash between his best bud and the mentally unstable interloper that currently seemed to be using their mutual friend as some sort of impenetrable fortress. Sam was also very worried because he had just agreed to allow himself to grow to titanic proportions and there were no guarantees that he could ever be normal again. The color drained even more from Sam’s already naturally pale face as the ramifications of what he had agreed to set in, but Sam didn’t have too much time to think it over. Almost instantly, Sam could feel the pleasurable warmth coursing through him. This growth was far more potent than any other before had been. The immense pleasure caused by his extreme growth spurt was borderline orgasmic. Sam couldn’t even keep his eyes from rolling back in his head as his body was wracked by continual waves of warmth.
Tyler focused with every ounce of mental prowess he could summon forth. He hoped, he prayed, he begged for Sam’s dick to catch up to Jake’s titanic member. Sam’s rate of growth was far faster than Jake’s but Jake had had a substantial head start. As the two behemoths grew and grew, the space between them ceased to be. The two monolithic walls of cockflesh slammed against each other like two wrestlers in a Sumo match; neither beast willing to give up even an inch of ground to the other. Tyler watched anxiously as the top of Jake’s colossal shaft finally came in view. He was so close… just a little farther.
Jake’s rate of growth seemed to speed up. He was easily keeping pace with Sam. Tyler tried to focus harder, but it was no good. Something seemed off to Tyler, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Something looked off, but he couldn’t see anything different. That’s when it hit him. He couldn’t see the auras anymore. He couldn’t sense the energies or the psychic web or whatever you wanted to call it. Jake’s growth hadn’t sped up. Sam’s had stopped!
Sam was able to begin to think clearly again. That growth spurt had been intense. If they ever figured out how to control this, he might consider doing that again sometime. Sam slowly opened his eyes and took stock of his surroundings. He was huge. No doubt about that. His massive shaft seemed to stretch out forever in front of him. Sam looked over and he could see Jake’s growing member steadily creeping up higher and higher. Sam looked back at his friend and saw the panic in Tyler’s eyes. There was something else Sam noticed about Tyler’s eyes, too. “Your eyes! You’re human again!” Sam gasped in shock.
That was the last bit of info Tyler needed to prove his theory. Whatever residual psychic energy he had somehow absorbed from Jake had already been burned off. He couldn’t rely on Sam’s Wonkavator to get him to his target anymore. Tyler couldn’t just sit there, though. With every passing second his boyfriend got farther and farther away from him. He steeled his resolve, mustered up all the strength he could, and ran towards the rising wall of cock in the distance.
Tyler’s gait was awkward and jaunty, but he made good time. In order to work around his enormous mass of man meat, Tyler had to take wide, bow-legged steps as he half jogged and half hopped like a very irate Yosemite Sam. His colossal endowment dragged behind him like some kind of pornographic wedding train. When Tyler reached the wall he hopped onto it and began climbing with all his might. Again, he was impeded by his gigantic schlong and enormous nuts. He had to pin himself to side of the warm, fleshy cliff face with his arms and legs spread wide like a gecko as his junk dangled along down below like a needlessly large and cumbersome erotic tail.
Tyler climbed and climbed with all his might. His muscles screamed from over exertion, but still he climbed on. The more he climbed the more the colossal grew. Whenever he felt himself tire he forced himself to climb even faster. He was racing against hope itself. Tyler knew that if he let himself rest for even a second he would begin losing ground. Tyler’s body was already pushed to its limits, and he knew that is he let himself begin to fall behind, the despair might take over.
Tyler was very fortunate that he had managed to pump Sam up to well over half of Jake’s girth. As such, the incline of his climb was steadily beginning to taper out. Even so, it was a long and grueling journey to the top. When he finally reached the top, Tyler was barely even able to stand. The pain in his muscles and overall exhaustion from the intense climb had just about broken him, but still he continued on.
Dalton looked up and gasped at what he saw. Tyler had somehow managed to reach the top and was walking right towards him. This night was just getting worse and worse for him. Somehow Jake had far exceeded Dalton’s commands to grow. Dalton just wanted to buy a little time for him to devise a plan; instead he had spent the entire time trying to find some way to halt the tall boy’s rampant growth. Not only could Dalton no longer shrink Jake down, but he couldn’t stop him from growing either. Dalton had no way down. He was trapped by his own getaway. Jake’s endowment continued to swell and swell unabated, and now, even in spite of the unceasing growth, Tyler had shown up for another showdown.
Dalton was legitimately frightened by the roving mass of teen jock and mega-cock that was slowly staggering towards him, but he knew he at least had the mental advantage in this showdown. Dalton held his tablet before him and placed a finger on the screen as a warning. “Stay where you are.” Tyler didn’t even slow down. In fact, the muscular boy didn’t even seem to see or hear him; he just continued to stagger forward like the avatar of Dormin.
Dalton tried not to let his fear show. He was powerless and he knew it. He had no control over Jake’s or Tyler’s sizes anymore. All he could do was bluff and hope he wasn’t called on it. Whatever he was going to do he had to do it fast. Tyler was but a scant few feet away from him. Dalton made a swiping motion on his pad. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Tyler didn’t even acknowledge that Dalton had spoken. He didn’t speak, he didn’t take his eyes off of Jake for even a second. Tyler continued to move forward like a man possessed. Dalton moved in to block Tyler’s path, hoping to somehow get through to the jock. Tyler never even broke stride. He just balled his hand into a fist and delivered a swift right hook across Dalton’s face. Get Dunked.
If anyone had been watching, it would be obvious that Dalton had never been in a fight before. He made no effort to dodge, or bob, or weave. He just froze and watched as that fist careened towards his face. When the blow landed, Dalton hit the floor like a drunk uncle at a family BBQ.
The punch itself had, in actuality, been little more than a closed-handed pimp slap. Tyler was too tired to even properly ball his fist when he swung. The only physical damage Dalton received was a split lip, but the psychological blow was resounding. No one had ever hit him before… outside of the bedroom anyway. Dalton now had no power, no clout, and no bravado left to bluff with. He did the only thing he could think to do. He ran. Dalton half crawled, and half scurried in the opposite direction. He flopped back and forth like a tranquilized giraffe as he tried to escape; his panic and terror not allowing him to take the time to even get a basic footing before trying to step off. Dalton looked much like those dumb white girls that he used to make fun of in horror movies. They always seemed to lose all basic motor function the second the killed showed up. Now that it was happening to him, he felt a strange sense of sympathy for those Hollywood bimbos.
Tyler didn’t waste his time checking on Dalton. He already knew the tool had no power anymore. All Tyler cared about was reaching Jake. He was so close and yet still so far. Jake was still growing, and so Tyler was fighting against the steady outward flow of the terrain beneath him. It was like he was walking the wrong way on one of those moving sidewalks at the airport, but this time Tyler didn’t have the strength and vigor he had had when he raced his friends up and down them on their last class trip. It was all he could do to barely keep ahead of the steady flow of expansion. Step after laborious step Tyler trudged on. He was running on pure strength of will, but he couldn’t quit now. The love of his life was but a few feet away,
Jake was completely oblivious to the shorter blonde standing before him. His eyes had been shut ever since his growth had started. All of his senses had turned off so he could focus all of his thoughts on enjoying the biggest growth spurt he had ever experienced. All he could feel was the steady waves of pleasure coursing through him. He was finally getting the size he had been denied for so long.
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Tyler knocked on is own bedroom door again. It seemed so strange to knock on doors in his house, especially his own, but Sam seemed much more guarded than Tyler or Jake were. It would be rude to just barge in on him. Tyler was worried about the noise coming from the other side. It sounded like Sam was laughing but by no means was this a friendly laugh. It sounded like the mad cackle of a crazy man. Add on to that the fact that there appeared to be gallons of fresh jizz seeping out from under the door. Something had happened in there; something big.
“Are you ok?” Tyler asked again; still just the cackling. He decided he had waited long enough. “Alright. I’m coming in.” Tyler shoved the door open with all his might. The large pool of jizz on the other side made moving the door very difficult. As the door opened, the cum gushed out of the room and into the hallway. Sam had really filled the place up. Even now that the water level had begun to go down, Tyler could still tell that the pool of spunk had been at least a foot deep.
Once the door was open Tyler entered his now destroyed bedroom. The first thing Tyler noticed when he entered his room was the absolutely gigantic cock and balls in the middle of his room. How could he miss it? The behemoth occupied pretty much every available inch of floor space.
Tyler didn’t have time to admire the mammoth hunk of cock in front of him, though. He was too worried about his friend’s mental state. He rushed over to the bed and climbed up beside Sam. Sam was lying back in the bed with both hands covering his face; laughing wildly. Tyler grabbed Sam’s shoulders and tried to shake the manic boy back to sanity. “Come on, Sam. Pull yourself together.”
Sam managed to choke back his laughter long enough to croak out his reply. “Why? I’m a freak. Why should I be calm?”
Tyler shifted around so that he was now sitting beside Sam. He wrapped his arm around Sam and propped him up. This move served as both a one armed hug of support and to cause Sam to look at his newly enhanced equipment. Tyler calmly tried to reassure Sam that everything would be alright. “No one here thinks you are a freak. Jake and I will never think that of you. You’re our friend and a great guy. Now come on. Look. See? You’re not a freak. You look amazing and never let anyone tell you otherwise. Do you know how many guys would kill to have an amazing cock like you do? Look. Even Jake is jealous.”
It was true. Jake was very jealous. He was walking around the room trying to take in every inch of the magnificent dick which spread out before him. Jake felt so small in comparison to the godlike tool he now beheld. Sam’s nuts were even taller than Jake. Jake took a small bit of comfort in knowing that in his fully released form he was still bigger than Sam. He wanted so much to just let loose and allow his cock to spread out to its rightful size, but he knew that there was no way that Tyler’s house would be able to handle him.
Sam could feel Jake’s hand tenderly brushing against his colossal ball as the older boy surveyed Sam’s growth spurt. Now that Tyler had made Sam look, he could also see the look of lust in Jake’s eyes. It was strangely arousing and very flattering. Sam could feel his cheeks getting flushed from the attention that was being paid to his exposed dick.
Thanks to Tyler, Sam was able to calm down and start thinking rationally. Well, as rationally as one could in this situation. He had a bedroom sized wang that he was going to have to learn to deal with. He didn’t even know how he was going to get out of here. It’s not like he’d be able to shrink it down again. This was already as small as he was going to get.
Sam covered his face with his hands again and groaned. “I’m stuck here, aren’t I?” As much as Sam enjoyed being in Tyler’s company and in Tyler’s bed, particularly with Tyler in it with him, he wasn’t too keen on being effectively a prisoner in his best friend’s bedroom.
Tyler responded by reassuringly squeezing Sam’s shoulder and saying “Oh, it’s not so bad. We’ll figure out a way to get you out.” Tyler could tell that Sam was still hovering dangerously close to a mental meltdown and was trying to diffuse the situation as best he could. Fortunately, it seemed like Sam was being open minded about the whole thing; all things considered, anyway. “And in the meantime, you’ll be in great company. Right, Jake?”
Jake responded with a vacant “Uh, sure.” as he continued to run his hand along the length of Sam’s glorious shaft. Jake’s pants were noticeably tenting as his own huge dick rapidly approached half mast.
Sam groaned again. “But I had a date tonight.” He was still dead set on getting to his meeting with Dalton even in his current enlarged state. Admittedly, he didn’t mind having a jumbo cock, per se. It felt amazing, especially with Jake so casually rubbing on it. Sam just had to be sure to not bone. He could barely fit his floppy in here. His hard drive would probably crash the roof… Well, that’s one way to get out of here.
Tyler gave Sam a jocular shake and laughed. “You sly dog, is it the coffee guy?” Tyler’s good nature seemed to be rubbing off on Sam, and so he figured it best to try and keep the mood as light as possible. Hopefully he could keep Sam from slipping back into yet another funk.
Sam shook his head. Sam started to answer but paused briefly with a bit of apprehension. “No. It’s… someone else.”
Tyler raised an eyebrow and gave Sam a sly grin. He caught Sam’s brief hesitation, but felt it best to focus on the positives. When Sam was ready, he’d give them the rest of the story. “Well, look who’s mister popular. When were you going to introduce him to your bestest buds?”
Sam hesitated again before answering, and again, Tyler caught the hesitation. This pause was a bit less apprehensive than the previous one, though. Sam seemed almost embarrassed?
Sam was fidgeting a bit and avoiding eye contact with Tyler when he finally managed to answer. “Well, the thing is… I kind of agreed to a double date… tonight.”
Tyler’s uproarious laughter completely demolished the tense atmosphere in the room. It even managed to divert Jake’s attention from Sam’s big friendly giant. “Huh? What’s going on?” Jake asked confused.
Tyler just grinned back at Jake and replied, “Get cleaned up, we’re going on a date, loverboy.” The wink Tyler gave Jake at the end caused the taller boy’s already hard shaft to give a quick buck of joy.
Sam was glad that Tyler was so gung ho about all this, but the sheer logistics of actually going out were mind boggling. Even if Sam somehow got airlifted out of Tyler’s place, how could he go out in public?
Sam tugged on Tyler’s shirt sleeve to get his friend’s attention. Once Tyler was looking back at him he tried to explain his plight. “But how do we do it? I mean, I can’t be seen in public like this. I don’t even know how I’ll get out of here.”
Tyler put a hand on Sam’s head a russled his hair. Sam normally would have found such a maneuver demeaning and annoying, but somehow when Tyler did it is just made him feel safe and happy. The calm and pleasant look Tyler had on his face also really helped to calm Sam down. “One thing at a time. Do you have a place picked out already? Sure, you can’t go out in public, but there are plenty of other opportunities for date nights. I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling in the mood for a picnic.”
Sam had no idea what Tyler was talking about, but he hoped his friend had a good idea. Tyler might not have anywhere near the raw book smarts of Sam or Jake, but he was certainly quick on his feet and calm under pressure. Sam had respect Tyler’s judgment, especially in the past few days.
Tyler could tell that Sam was unsure about his idea so he chose to elaborate a bit. “Relax. I’ve got this all figured out. Jake and I know of this great place right outside of town; plenty of space, no prying outside eyes, and a great view of the stars. It’s the perfect place for a romantic starlight picnic.”
A look of recognition immediately spread across Jake’s face. He of course knew of the hill outside of town that he and Tyler camped at all the time. They had never had others out with them before. Jake was perfectly fine with having Sam along, after all, Sam was part of their little cadre now, but a fourth person? A complete unknown fourth person at that? That hill was his and Tyler’s special place. They had so much history there. Not to mention it was the very place that this whole crazy adventure had started.
Tyler could tell that he had Jake’s tentative approval, and that was enough for now. It also seemed that Sam was ok with this idea since there would be no crowds around to gawk at his bus sized cock. Tyler beamed at his two friends knowing that he had won this stage of the argument. “Great. Now that that is settled, let’s work on getting Sam back down to walking weight. Jake, go get us a lot of ice from downstairs.”
Jake gave Tyler a pitiful look akin to one that a puppy who had just been kicked would give its assailant. Jake’s erection was painfully obvious in the tight confines of his pants. The tip of Jake’s massive cock was pointing straight up and brushing against the ceiling. He wanted so much to get off right now, and even more to grow bigger than Sam had. Jake reluctantly agreed to go get the ice, but he kept his morale up by knowing that at least he was still bigger than Sam when he released himself to his full size.
Jake trudged off downstairs, leaving Sam and Tyler alone in the room. His progress was impeded by the tower of cock that was obstructing his view and generally making movement very difficult. When Jake was gone, Tyler turned to Sam. Tyler’s facial expression had changed, and he appeared much more concerned than before. “This is actual growth isn’t it? You didn’t just accidentally let go, did you?”
Sam couldn’t bring himself to look Tyler in the eyes but managed to nod. What should he say? He found Tyler’s stored cum jugs and got himself off while using the grow juice? Sam felt kind of dirty for what he had done, especially considering the mess he had made and the situation he had gotten himself into.
Noticing the pained look on his friend’s face, Tyler quickly worked to console Sam. “Hey, it’s ok. I just didn’t want Jake to flip out. You know how he likes being the biggest. Still, if we can shave just a little bit off your size we might have a chance at getting you out of here without having to tear the wall down.” That last bit had been meant as a joke, but Sam took it pretty hard. Tyler immediately regretted mentioning it. “I’ve got an idea. Just give me a moment to work this out.”
Tyler then crawled over Sam. With Sam’s huge dick blocking much of the bedroom, the only relatively clear path to the other side was straight over the bed where Sam was lying. It was a pretty tight fit, though. In the process of moving across the bed, Tyler had to drag his junk across Sam. Tyler had gotten so good at maneuvering with his gigantic package, that they had almost forgotten just how big it really was. It was all too obvious to Sam just how huge Tyler was now, though. Even with the custom fit skivvies keeping Tyler’s junk compressed down to a much more manageable size, the blonde boy’s bulge was more than enough to completely eclipse his friend.
It only actually took Tyler about a minute to successfully navigate the sproingy mattress and get to the other side, but it felt like ages for Sam. Sam was completely pinned under his best buds bulbous balls. Not that he was complaining though. The heat emanating from Tyler’s colossal nuts was invigorating. It was like a hug and a sauna rolled into one. Not to mention the smell. Tyler was a pretty clean person, but balls tend to sweat, especially when cooped up all day. Sam’s entire sense of smell was being overpowered by the scent of his friend’s nuts. The smell was the scent of Tyler’s skin with just a tint of salty sweat and a tinge of pre. It was much the same pleasant scent that that was on Tyler’s hoody, which Sam had just used to get off, only this was fresh, which just made it seem even sexier.
Sam had enough air under his cocoon of cajones to manage a few breaths, but the air was generally hot and humid. As long as he had enough to breath he was perfectly happy though. He was way more interested in being so up close and personal with Tyler’s junk. Sam was still so horny, even after he had just flooded the upstairs of Tyler’s house, and having the object of his desire so close to him was driving him mad. He hazarded a quick kiss to his friend’s undercarriage as the balls rolled across his face. Even if he missed his date tonight, those last few seconds would totally have made up for it.
Sam’s gargantuan cock shifted as it inflated a little. He really needed to keep his libido in check, but it was just so hard with his crush so close to him.
Tyler managed to get past Sam and worked on opening the window on the other side of the room. The window in his room was huge, and that is part of the reason he had chosen this room as his in the first place. The guest bedroom down the hall was far larger, and his parents had suggested he take that as his room on numerous occasions, but Tyler loved having this window. When he was really little he had had all these crazy ideas about his friends stopping by at nigh and climbing in through the window as if they were living in a cheesy sitcom.
As it was, Tyler only had one friend that stopped by on a regular basis, and he had free access to the house at any hour of the day or night. It never once occurred to Jake to try and sneak in through the window when he had his own key and could go straight in through the front door whenever he pleased.
The window was huge and better yet, the panes opened outward instead of rolling up like most windows seemed to do nowadays. This was an old house, and this was apparently the style back in the day. Whatever the reason, he was glad to have it, and it might just be big enough to get Sam out of there.
It was already dark outside, and the temperature had dropped considerably. The crisp cool air wafted in almost the second Tyler got the first pane open. Feeling the chill, Tyler turned back to check on Sam. The cool air hit the dark haired boy, and almost instantly Sam’s monolithic junk began to retract. It was quickly apparent that this was good old fashioned shrinkage, and not Sam’s equipment reducing down. It appears Sam really was at his smallest size now. Tyler couldn’t help but gawk at the huge cock and gigantic balls attached to his friend. Tyler was sure that Sam would shrink down at least a little. His measurements completely dwarfed Jake’s and even his own now. If that was Sam’s “small” size, how big would his big be? Tyler could feel his dick stir awake at the notion, but he quickly tried to push it out of his mind. Sure, it was really hot to think about, but he had bigger things to worry about now.
Tyler pushed the other pane open and then looked back at Sam. It would be a tight fit, but they just might be able to get him out through the window. All they needed was someway to move him once that happened.
While Tyler was pondering how to move Sam, Jake reentered the room with a bucket full of ice water. Jake splashed some of the water on Sam, which caused him to gasp in shock, but little else. Jake was stunned by this turn of events. He had been operating under the assumption that the cock before him was Sam’s true size. If this was Sam’s smallest size then he had somehow grown to be far larger than Jake. Maybe even twice his size. Jake was even more turned on and even more jealous now. He wanted to be bigger than Sam so bad. Jake was about ready to crawl over Sam and drink Tyler dry right then and there.
Tyler knew his boyfriend well enough to know what was going on in that head of his and he quickly moved to stop Jake from doing something rash. “Jake, listen. We need to get him out of here first. I promise, once we get to the hill I’ll pump you up like the good year blimp, but until then let’s keep this reasonable, ok? You’re still the only one who can drive us, so at least wait until we get out, ok?”
Jake muttered something unintelligible under his breath, but begrudgingly agreed. “Fine. But the second this little outing is over, I’m going to get you off over and over again until I’m satisfied, ok?” Jake wasn’t really mad at Tyler or Sam or anything, but he was annoyed. After all, he was the only one here that really wanted to be this huge and yet somehow he was the smallest one here. It’s just not right.
Tyler was more than a little turned on by Jake’s little outburst. If that’s what constituted a threat from his lover, he might have to make Jake mad more often.
Tyler quickly regained his cool, and began formulating a plan. “Ok. We need something big enough to haul Sam with us in. Got any ideas? Like a flatbed or something.”
Sam piped up to help at this point. “I… well rather…. My dad has a few out at our place. He keeps some around for when he needs to load up for construction projects. He doesn’t have a lot of active projects right now so there should be a few at our place. Give me a minute and I can see if he’ll let us borrow some.”
Tyler looked genuinely excited at this news, which would make a lot of sense, since he was excited. Things were finally starting to come together. “Great! Jake. Can your jeep handle two of those and all of Sam?”
Jake shrugged. “I don’t know. How much could a jumbo cock weigh anyway? It’s cleared for heavy towing, so it should be fine.”
Tyler clapped his hands together, a glimmer of excitement was in his eyes. He loved it when a plan came together. “Jake. Go drive out to Sam’s place. Take my phone so we can reach you. Sam, call your dad and tell him to help Jake hook them up. I’ll clear out the garage. Let’s roll!”
Everyone had their tasks, and quickly got to work. Jake sped off towards Sam’s place way outside town. Sam placed the call to his dad. He got clearance to borrow two of the flatbed trailers, and better yet, he didn’t even have to explain what exactly he needed it for. He had gotten away with just saying it was a project they were working on. Tyler went downstairs and began clearing a path for Jake to pull in into the garage.
Tyler had his work cut out for him. No one ever parked in his garage. The place was full of all the random junk that his family had accrued over the years. Tyler spent a good half hour just shoving and pushing boxes and old furniture and other random items towards the walls enough to allow Jake’s jeep to slide in down the middle.
Tyler was in great shape and pretty strong in general, but it was hard work. When he finally finished, all his muscles were screaming with exhaustion. He needed a break, bad.
Tyler staggered back into the house and grabbed a couple glasses of water, one for him and one for Sam. He figured Sam could probably use something to drink, and the poor guy couldn’t even get up and get one himself in his current state.
Sam was lying on his back in Tyler’s bed when Tyler came back into his room. Not like he could have been anywhere else, though. Sam didn’t even seem to notice when Tyler entered, he was too busy staring at the screen of his cell phone. “Message from your friend?” Tyler inquired. Sam just nodded slowly in response.
Tyler sat down beside Sam and handed the younger boy a glass of water. “Here. Drink up. You look like you could use it.”
Sam turned his head to see the glass that Tyler was offering him. “Oh. Thanks.” Sam accepted the drink and then returned to staring at his screen, occasionally sipping from his glass. Sam’s phone would occasionally beep and he would type up a reply.
Sam continued texting his friend for a few more minutes while slowly working at his glass of water. His expression was almost completely unreadable by Tyler. Sam didn’t seem nearly as happy as Tyler had expected him to be while talking to the dude he was supposedly about to date. Eventually Sam let out a sigh of relief. “Well, he’s agreed to meet us at the hill… I just don’t know where that is…”
Sam tossed his phone to Tyler, who needed no instruction as to what to do next. Tyler looked down at the messages and saw a name attached to them. Dalton? Did he know that name? It seemed familiar, but it could just be one of those names. Tyler shrugged and typed in the location where they were supposed to meet. With the message sent, he passed the phone back to Sam.
Sam slipped the phone into the front pocket of the now soiled hoody he was wearing, and collapsed back into the bed. He let out a long sigh. Tyler couldn’t quite get a read on just what type of sigh it was. It didn’t seem to be a sigh of relief, more like a sigh of acceptance? Like whatever happened next was out of Sam’s hands. Tyler wasn’t sure he liked where this was headed. Sam’s going on a date. He should be happy. This should be a great night. Nerves are expected, but Sam looked downright tense, almost as if he was dreading this meeting.
Tyler wanted to talk to Sam about it, but he wasn’t sure if it would be a good idea to bring it up. Instead he decided to make some small talk to break the mood a bit. Tyler let out a forced chuckle and playfully nudged Sam in the arm. “Hey. Good thing my mom hasn’t come out of her room lately. She’d shit bricks if she saw this mess.”
Sam turned to look at Tyler and grinned a little. “Actually, she stopped by a few minutes ago, while you were still in the garage. She was about to bitch about the puddle of spooge outside the door. She stepped in and got a look at all this,” at which Sam patted his absolutely enormous shaft; a shaft which was now much thicker around than his body, and many times longer. “She turned white as a ghost and walked away.”
The two boys had a good laugh about this. Tyler knew he was going to catch hell for this later but for now it was hilarious, and it was great to have Sam laughing again, even if Sam still looked a little pained and uncertain even amidst the laughter.
The two of them continued to make small talk until they heard Jake pull up. Jake pulled his jeep right into the garage, leaving the first trailer directly under Tyler’s window, just as planned. Within a minute, Jake was back up in the room with Tyler and Sam. “We ready to go?” Jake asked as he charged into the room. He was super psyched to get the balls rolling. Tyler and Sam both figured it had less to do with concern for Sam and more to do with Jake’s desire to get even bigger, but they were fine with that. Jake deserved some slack after all he had been through today.
Tyler nodded to Jake and the two of them got up next to Sam’s gigantic nuts and slowly began shoving them towards the window. The slippery, slimy floor made the job more difficult than it otherwise would have been, since the boys could not get decent traction. On the plus side, it also meant Sam’s balls could slide easier, too.
By some miracle, Jake managed to not bone during the process. Tyler had fully expected his boyfriend to get turned on by from pressing his whole body up against a nut that was bigger than both of them. Tyler had to admit, it was kind of hot. Hot, both in terms of physical temperature and sexual stimulation.
Both Tyler and Jake breathed a sigh of relief when they felt Sam’s goliath sack push up against the wall. Unfortunately, now came the hard part. Jake and Tyler climbed over the bed, giving Sam a double dose of giant balls to the face in the process; something that Sam was not at all opposed to.
Jake was sore and tired by this point, but he just had to think about Tyler’s promise to grow him some more to give him a renewed burst of energy. Seeing Sam’s massive junk before him just served to make him more excited. Soon he would be even bigger than that. Jake could hardly contain his excitement. He wanted this so bad. He needed it, even.
Jake took the lead as he and Tyler reached the window. The two of them struggled to lift Sam’s colossal nut up to the open portal and shove it out. It was a tight fit, Sam’s humongous nut was actually bigger than the window, but it was also squishy enough that Sam and Jake were able to push it through with only moderate discomfort to Sam. Sam’s giant low hanger landed with a dull thud on the platform below. The wheels let out a loud groan of protest, but Sam himself hardly felt a thing.
Sam wanted to help his friends throw his weight around, but there was really no viable way for him to get in there and help. He had to resign himself to standing around and keeping close enough to them that they had plenty of slack to work with.
After a short breather, Tyler and Jake began work on the other one. It took just as much work to force Sam’s other ball out of the window, but they soon succeeded in that one, too. All that was left was to force Sam’s giant shaft out through the window.
Tyler was proud of their accomplishment and leaned out to look down at their progress. It was then he realized that something important was missing. “Uh. Jake? I thought you said you were getting two trailers?” There was totally only one flatbed trailer attached to Jake’s jeep, and it was completely taken over by Sam’s enormous ballsack.
Jake looked really embarrassed all of the sudden. “Oh, yeah. About that. It turns out that we can only have one trailer without a commercial license. Sam’s dad refused to allow me to use two of them at once without the proper permit.” Jake rubbed his neck and looked down at his feet sheepishly. “I guess I should have mentioned that sooner, huh?”
Tyler leaned his head against the wall and muttered something. He was genuinely irritated by this. Jake felt a pit form in his stomach. It was so rare to see Tyler angry at all, and Jake knew that this was entirely his fault. Tyler looked back up at Jake. It was obvious that Tyler was upset, but he was trying not to get angry with Jake. “Look, we need to figure something out. We can’t just drag his dick along behind us as we speed off down the freeway.”
Jake thought about and realized that yeah, that would probably hurt pretty bad. “Um… how about if we kept him off the ground?” Realizing how stupid what he said just sounded, Jake quickly tried to correct himself. “Wait, hear me out. We just have to keep him hard, and it won’t be a problem, right?”
Tyler rubbed his temples as he thought. As much as he hated to admit it, Jake’s idea was probably the only choice they had. They couldn’t very well reel Sam’s nuts back in to the house, and they couldn’t go anywhere with Sam as he currently was. Tyler turned to Jake and nodded. “Ok. We’ll have to do that.”
Sam could do nothing but stand there in shock. His friends were talking about having him ride around town with a hardon that is visible from space. Everyone would see him! On the other hand, it was the only option available to them, and as much as Sam hated to admit it, there was something strangely sexy about the idea. He didn’t want to let on that he felt that way, but his cock was twitching at the idea.
Tyler gulped down more water and handed the rest of his glass to Jake to finish. Shoving Sam’s junk around was hard work, but at least all they had left was the shaft. Sam’s cock was huge, but it was smaller around than his massive balls were, for the moment at least.
Jake and Tyler moved the shaft around so that the tip was pointed out the window and slowly fed it through the window. It wasn’t so bad, really, since they only had to lift a small segment of it at any given moment. Once they got it about a third of the way out of the room, gravity started to do its job and help with the rest. Once the bulk of Sam’s shaft was through, Jake and Tyler agreed it was time to work at it from the other direction.
Tyler turned to Sam and gave him his best reassuring grin. “Alright, it’s time. Jake and I are going to go around front and help pull you through. When you are ready, just give us a shout,
ok?” Tyler could see the anxiety in Sam’s eyes, but he could also tell that Sam was trying very hard to overcome it. He just had to hope that when the time came, that Sam’s anxiety wouldn’t get in the way of his libido.
Sam nodded silently. He wanted to say something in agreement, but the words were caught in his throat. His heart was beating in his chest. He was so nervous about what they were about to do, but he was also strangely… excited? Tyler must be rubbing off on him. He should be mortified about parading his schlong around town like some Macy’s parade float, but instead he could feel himself getting hard just thinking about it. He might actually even enjoy this little stunt.
Jake and Tyler were quickly out in front of the house and in front of Sam’s massive cock. Even with the few feet of hose still left with Sam in the room, his shaft had plenty of length to reach down from the second floor and rest soundly on the concrete driveway. The two boys could see Sam’s shaft twitching and beginning to inflate. It looks like their friend was more excited about this than they had expected him to be.
Jake and Tyler exchanged a quick look of concern and understanding as they stared at the awakening leviathan before them. They had to act fast or risk Sam outgrowing the window.
With a quick nod they both rushed forward and got on either side of the tip of Sam’s cock. Both boys grabbed on to the extra skin sticking out from the tip of Sam’s cock and pulled with all their might. The shaft was so heavy now that they actually had to drag it across the concrete, and it looked like they were quickly running out of space in the window as well. They both pulled with all their might as the massive shaft inched forward.
Sam could also tell that his burgeoning arousal was going to be problematic if left unchecked. He quickly shoved with all his might from his end. He tried to put all sexy thoughts out of his mind while he shoved, but it was so hard… and getting harder. He could feel his two friends’ hands pulling and tugging at the skin around the head of his cock. Their hands felt so tiny and it felt so amazing. Then there was him pushing from the other end, his whole body shoving against the base of the shaft. He was so dwarfed by his own mountainous dick, but it felt wonderful. The warmth emanating off of his huge, soft, shaft was so inviting. He could just dive right on and take a nap upon his own colossal member.
Sam fought this idea and gave one last great shove against his dick. He cleared the window, but it left him in an awkward position. He was pressed flush against the window frame; his rapidly hardening dick was now too thick and hard for him to back up. He had to somehow step out of the window and get down without hurting himself.
Sam slowly lifted one leg up sideways and stepped out over the ledge. He didn’t know if there was an eave or a lip or any form of footing on the other side, he was completely blinded by his own magnificent erection. He had always heard rumors that jacking off too much would make him go blind, but he always thought that it would be a problem with his eyes.
He stepped out and poked around blindly with his foot. Eventually he found a little lip he could rest his foot on. Judging from the size of it he was probably standing on the door frame of the garage door, but it was enough to get Sam out the window. With his first foot relatively steady, Sam stepped out with the second.
Now that he had both feet outside of the house, Sam was able to sit down on the windowsill and catch his breath. He had done it. He was free. Now that he was no longer freaking out about being a prisoner in his friend’s house he felt a little more at peace with his own piece. It did look pretty great stretched out before him. It was pointing straight out in front of him almost like a giant diving board made of cock. Sam looked down around it as best he could. It filled up so much of his field of view that it was hard for him to really get a look around, but it seemed to him that it extended down the driveway and out into the road. It probably even reached well into Jake’s yard. How big was he? Forty feet? Maybe more? Sam didn’t have any way to be sure, but he knew it was approaching Jake’s max size already, and this was supposedly his minimum. Sam laughed to himself a little. He was so far past the point of no return; he may as well accept his fate and learn to love it.
Sam took one last look back at Tyler’s demolished room. His growth spurt and subsequential cumflood had completely wrecked the place; all the furniture was shoved towards the walls, everything was soaked with jizz, and there even appeared to be a bit of a dent forming in the floor from where Sam’s monstrous balls had been resting.
Sam noticed a jar still on the desk. It was so close that he could reach it if he really wanted to. Did he want to? Sam pondered for a moment. What would he do with it if he had it? Give it to Dalton? Use it on himself? Sam’s already hard dick went extra rigid as he thought of this. He shouldn’t be as aroused by this as he was.
Sam decided to keep the second jar for Dalton. After all, that had been the plan with the first one… before his little accident. Sam reached over and grabbed the jar and slipped it into his the large front pocket of the hoody. In the process his hand brushed against the puddle of jizz that had formed inside the pocket. A familiar warm tingle washed over him. Apparently the first batch was still active. A devious smile spread across Sam’s face. He was already so huge that he had no hope of a normal life anymore. It was time he accepted that and got on with his life.
Sam fished out the first cum jar. It was still a little under half full despite being knocked around so much in his pocket. Everyone in the city was going to get a look at him tonight. He may as well make sure to give them a good show.
Sam felt strangely liberated now that he had accepted his place as the owner of the world’s biggest dick. He stuck is hand in and began fishing out globs of jizz and eating it like a pooh bear eating hunney, but the rumbley wasn’t in his tumbley, oh no. The pleasurable waves arced up and down his cock and through his balls. Sam lost himself in the pleasure as he licked his fingers clean and began work on polishing off the inside of the jar. He needed it all, and he would have it.
With the jar completely cleaned out, Sam casually chucked it over his shoulder back into the saturated wreckage of Tyler’s room. He could still feel the growth coursing through him showing no signs of stopping. He was now ready to face the world. He braced himself against the window frame and with a loud shout of “Geronimo!” he launched himself out the window and into the big cushiony pair of nuts that were now only a few feet below him.
Sam could even feel his balls swelling beneath him. The warmth emanating from them and the slow swelling motion could easily rock him to sleep. He could feel his nuts rumble as the jeep backed out of the driveway. Once onto the street, Sam could feel a tiny pair of hands pulling him backwards into the back seat of the jeep. Jake had apparently taken off the cloth roof sometime earlier in the night allowing Sam to roll off of his nuts safely into the back seat.
Sam’s seating position was awkward in the car. He much preferred the ride from atop his huge sack. The rattle from the platform caused a nice vibration to roil through his still expanding balls. He was lying back with his head against the glove compartment between the two front seats and his legs sticking out between the headrests of the back seats. He was comfortable, though, and Tyler was right in the seat next to him.
Tyler himself was seated in the back passenger side seat. The front passenger seat had been folded down to accommodate his immense bulge. His job was to make sure that Sam enjoyed his ride as much as possible. They couldn’t risk him going soft on them. Sam doubted he could get soft even without the added stimulation from his friend, but he was sure glad to have it.
Tyler really knew how to make a guy feel awesome. Tyler was kissing Sam up and down, on the ears, occasionally even working over Sam’s nipples. Sam was in heaven. He knew he was in for a long car ride out to the camp site, but he didn’t care. This ride could take years and he would be fine with it.
Jake drove as best he could, but he was fighting his own impending bone while trying to steer the jeep. It didn’t help that Sam’s cock was now so massive that it would get caught on any overhang they encountered. Even sticking out at the forty-five degree angle it was currently protruding at, they still had to avoid all overpasses, all power lines, even any billboards they saw. The leaning tower coming from the back seat was sticking up twice as high as the streetlamps they were whizzing past. It made for a very complex and roundabout route out of town. What should have been a thirty minute drive was soon an hour and then an hour and a half. The whole time his boyfriend was making hot, sloppy makeouts with their mutual friend and fuckbuddy. Jake just knew that Tyler was making it extra loud and extra wet to mess with him.
Jake couldn’t take it anymore. His own twitching semi kept causing him to accidentally honk the horn. The few people who could tear their eyes from the massive dibbling cock hanging out the back of the jeep were giving him the stink-eye for his random horn usage. Jake did his best to drive with one hand while he fished his own shaft out of his briefs. If he was going to bone, he’d at least be able to aim it.
A stop sign gave Jake the opportunity he needed to use both hands to pry out his own huge dick. It felt so great to get his shaft out from its stuffy confines. Jake slung his meaty shaft over into the passenger spot before driving off. He was glad for that stop sign. It had been so long since he had seen a stop sign he had almost forgotten to stop at it. He was really going off the beaten trail here, but that’s what happens when you can’t fit under traffic lights without tearing them down with your gigantic erection.
Jake quickly reached full hard on, but his foresight had spared him a lot of trouble, now that his dick was free and breezy, he could use his right arm to push it out of his way while he drove. He had to keep the beast pinned under his arm while he steered, but it sure beat the alternative, and Tyler didn’t seem to be minding the steady drip of pre that Jake was depositing on his lover’s own erection. This vehicle must be quite the sight to behold.
A bit too much of a sight, apparently, because right as they were leaving the city limits, the siren began blaring and the blue and red disco lights starting flashing. Jake’s stomach started doing black flips in his belly. He had never been pulled over before, and certainly not in such bizarre circumstances. He just had to stay calm and hope he could talk his way out of this.
Jake pulled the car over and waited for the officer to finish his needlessly slow and dramatic stroll up to the driver’s side window. The officer rapped on the glass on Jake’s window, which seemed really silly to Jake, since the car had no roof. They could hear the dude just fine with the window up. Jake complied, purely for the sake of semantics. “What appears to be the problem, officer?” Again, for the semantics. Jake was trying to survive this encounter purely off of movie knowledge.
The officer leaned against the door. A stern look was plastered on his face. His large dark sunglasses made him appear to have large dark soulless voids instead of eyes. Jake gulped. His nerves were shot. The officer spoke slowly and clearly; a slight southern drawl evident in his voice. “Would you care to explain to me why in the wide, wide, world of sports, you have a
fifty foot tallywacker flailing out the back of your vehicle?”
Jake tried to remain as calm as possible while he bullshitted his way out of this. “It’s a float. A float for a parade.”
The officer lowered his shades down on his nose, clearly unamused, “And just what would you want a float that looks like a quarter mile trouser snake for? This isn’t one of them pride things is it? You boys some of them queer-o-sexuals?” The officer turned his flashlight on and began flashing it around the inside of the car. The beam passed over Sam, but Tyler had already thrown a blanket over the boy.
“There’s a very good reason for this float to look like a penis actually.” Jake responded as calmly as he could manage. “You see, it’s for a parade… Not that kind of parade. It’s for… cancer.”
The officer rolled his eyes. “I’m sure dick cancer is a big deal.”
Jake was doing an amazing job of looking livid. Tyler was impressed as Jake began to lay into the callous arm of the law. “I have you know I have lost family to testicular cancer! We are going to drive this float on behalf of the Livestrong Foundation next week! You have to admit it, it’s catchy and it makes its point.”
“Livestrong? Isn’t that that druggie’s charity?” The officer responded cattily.
Jake responded, still keeping up his amazing pissed off smolder. “The organization does amazing work regardless of the possible allegations of doping in an unrelated sport by a former member of the board.”
The officer backed off a bit and raised his hands up to try and calm Jake down. “Woah now, kiddo. I can see you are really worked up about this, but why did you make it so damn big?”
It was Tyler’s turn to jump in. He still sucked at lying, but maybe he could pass off his shaky voice as just being afraid of the police? It was worth a shot anyway. “We built it onto a crane.”
The officer walked back to the rear seats and shined the flashlight into Tyler’s face. “A crane? That don’t look like any bird I’ve ever seen. Well, I guess it does kind of look like a cock.” The officer guffawed at his own joke.
“Yes, a crane. See, the controls are right here… Let me just find the knob, and…” Tyler reached around under the blanket and found Sam’s nipple. “Just a quick turn and…” Tyler pinched down on Sam’s nipple and tweaked it hard. He was betting a lot on Sam being sensitive there, but judging by the load moans coming from Sam as Tyler sucked on them earlier, he was pretty sure this would work. Sure, enough as Tyler turned the knob the crane began to spasm. It bucked hard upward and then returned to its original position. A spray of pre rained down on the road. Sam let out a low moan as some of the load he had been saving up for the past hour slipped out.
“It’s been acting up lately. We know a guy outside of town who said he can fix it, so we were going to take it in. We figured it best to travel under the cover of darkness, well, because. You
know.” Tyler tried his hardest to keep his grin going strong, but he was shaking like a leaf.
The officer seemed to buy it though. “Alright, fine, but cover that thing next time, and fix that damn leak, we have complaints about that thing spilling all over town!” He waved the boys off as he strode back to his car. He was ill prepared for the sight that awaited him when he arrived. The entire cruiser was covered in a massive gob of jizz. When Sam had plopped, Officer Friendly had been right in the line of fire. “What the shit?” The officer said as he scooped up some with a gloved hand and squished it between his fingers questioningly.
Now that they were safely out of town, it was just a short jaunt to the camp site. Good thing too, that last little adventure had crashed Sam’s libido and his shaft as drooping steadily lower by the minute. Even with Tyler’s encouraging kisses, Sam was barely above half mast when they pulled off the main road and onto the old dirt path. |
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Tyler felt a chill run down his spine. He wasn’t sure what this dude’s problem was, but there was definitely something wrong with their new arrival. This guy would be bad news even without his demigodlike powers of transmogrification. Tyler really didn’t like this guy dicking around with his measurements, and was already trying to hatch some plan to turn the tables.
Dalton slipped the tablet under his arm and clapped is hands together excitedly. “Oh! I have a great idea. We seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot. There’s no reason for us all to be so tense when, really, we are all friends here. It’d be a shame to miss a chance like this.” Dalton certainly seemed happy, but Tyler didn’t trust him. Whatever Dalton was planning was getting him pretty excited, too. Tyler’s eyes were drawn to Dalton’s thick cock as it began to rise. The foot long cock looked great on Dalton, especially with the extra thickness that Dalton came by naturally. Tyler cursed himself silently as his own modest seven incher stirred to life in response. Dalton was pretty hot, even if he was a megalomaniacal toolbox. Even, Dalton’s paunch was pretty cute in its own way. Dalton’s belly was still a little distended from having so much of Sam’s jizz sloshing around inside of him. A steady steam of goopy cum had been seeping out of his round bubbly butt the whole time, but given how much cum was splattered on everyone and everything in the area, it really hadn’t been noticeable.
“Glad to see you and I are thinking alike.” Dalton chided as he tilted his head back and grinned in a look that was a combination of approval and Dalton’s standard self-assured ass-hattery. “Unfortunately, kiddo, you must be at least this tall to ride.” Dalton chuckled a bit as he positioned his hand horizontal right on top of the head of his own rock hard cock.
Tyler’s eyes narrowed into a glower for a second, but his grumpy demeanor was derailed as Dalton began laughing. “Oh, I’m just messing with you.” Dalton made a quick poke on his tablet and Tyler’s cock began to grow once again. In a matter of seconds, Tyler’s dick had doubled in size. Sure, it was nothing compared to the titanic mass of cock he was sporting a few minutes ago, but fourteen inches of dick was something any guy would be proud of. Tyler was trying to resist boning completely, but the warm pulse from his growth was enough to bring him to a full blown hard-on.
Dalton admired Tyler’s throbbing erection, obviously more pleased with his handiwork than he was by the fine specimen of man that was standing before him. “That will do quite nicely, I think, and now that I have done something nice for you, I think you should do something for me.” Dalton gave Tyler a quick nod to the side to beckon the shorter, more muscular blonde over to join him. “I promise you’ll enjoy it too.”
Tyler wasn’t sure he wanted to go along with this crazy dude. Sure, he was rock hard and wanted to blow his load, but he wasn’t to keen on plowing some dude right in front of his own boyfriend. Then again, it was probably not a good to refuse someone who had quasi-magical pseudo-science powers and could easily revoke some or all of Tyler’s wangular advancements. Tyler gave a pleading look to Jake hoping for some sort of sign from his lover. Jake just gave a slow nod of agreement. He didn’t want to see Tyler get any smaller either and it was in their best interest to go along with the mad man until they figured a way out of this mess.
Tyler slowly and apprehensively approached Dalton. Dalton seemed to be too preoccupied with his iPad to give Tyler more than a cursory nod as he got close. Tyler was able to get a brief peek at what was on the screen. There were a series of names on the screen, and each name had a slide bar under it. Tyler quickly recognized a few of the names on there; his name, Jake, Sam, Mark, a few guys from the soccer team, someone named Dalton, one of the janitors, and a few other random names. Tyler quickly figured that this must be a list of all of the people who had been exposed and the slider must be how Dalton was tweaking their sizes.
Dalton was currently poking at Jake’s slider, but nothing seemed to be happening. Each time Dalton swiped left, the bar immediately centered itself. Dalton was doing his best not to look flustered, but Tyler could tell that it was getting to him. Tyler wondered why Dalton couldn’t control Jake like he could control Tyler. Tyler gave a quick glance to Jake, and immediately noticed Jake’s eyes. Even in the dim of night, Tyler could see the light blue sparkle of Jake’s eyes. Tyler had always thought Jake’s eyes were beautiful, especially when he was thinking. When Jake was really focused on something, his eyes seemed to sparkle even brighter. Tyler couldn’t help but smile as he thought about the last time he saw Jake’s eyes glow like that. It was the night that this all started, wasn’t it? It had been just five days, but that felt like ages ago.
Tyler’s train of thought was snapped by Dalton’s sudden movement, Dalton was apparently fed up with trying to reduce Jake, and instead angrily swiped the control bar to the right instead. Almost instantly, Jake’s already massive cock began to swell up even larger. There was no mistaking it. This wasn’t just an erection. Jake’s cock was actually growing rapidly. Somehow Dalton could still make Jake larger but not shrink him down. Tyler thought this was odd, but he didn’t have time to consider it too much. Dalton had turned his ire towards Jake and was already covering up his failure to shrink Jake down.
“You like that, don’t you? Well, you’ll really like what’s coming next, Jack. I know how much you love watching me, so I’m going to let you watch as the three of us have a lot of fun.” Dalton was trying to still play it off as being good fun, but he couldn’t completely mask the anger and darkness in his voice.
Tyler’s mind shifted gears suddenly. Did he say three of us? Tyler turned to look at Sam whose mouth was hanging open in shock. Apparently Sam had caught that part too. Had the situation not been so dire and stressful, Tyler would have laughed at the way Sam was standing. Poor Sam was holding his oversized cock to his chest like Linus clutches his blanket.
With a quick flick of his finger, Dalton began the process of bringing Sam down to a more manageable size. Sam could feel his cock shrinking in his arms. He looked down and watching it dwindle with a sense of fascination. Now that he knew what was happening, it was actually kind of cool to watch his dick change sizes like that. Once his hefty shaft shrunk down to the point where it was no longer longer than his legs, Sam let go and let his junk jangle around as it continued to dwindle. When it finally stopped, Sam’s dick was a very familiarly large size.
Tyler and Sam both looked at their respective junks and compared notes. They were pretty much the same size as far as length goes; although, Tyler’s cock was a little thicker than Sam’s. Dalton noticed the looks the other two guys were giving each other and chose to chime in on the matter. “Fourteen inches for both of you. What? So I happen to have a favorite size. Anyways, I think it’s time we started.” Dalton’s twisted grin was an odd mix of excitement, joy, and good old-fashioned Dalton smarm.
Dalton was trying to mask his joy, but doing a poor job of it. He was having a great time. Even with the minor setback of no longer being able to shrink Jake, he still had the ability to control Tyler and Sam, and Jake wasn’t going to be a threat to him seeing as the taller boy seemed very happy to let himself grow to immobility. Now Dalton was going to be able to use his power to ride the hottest guy in school. The fact that said hottie was now hung to Dalton’s high standards was just the icing on the cake.
Dalton could already see his dream of having an endless stream of hot, hung, dudes to fill him whenever he wanted was well within his grasp. The best part is, no one would dare defy him as long as he could shrink their cocks down to nothing. Dalton really wished Taylor hadn’t had had his tiny dick covered with his hand when Dalton had shrunk him down. This isn’t the start of a tiny dick fetish for Dalton or anything like that, but having that much control over someone really got to him. Just thinking about Taylor’s little dick dwindling away under Dalton’s power got him so close to blowing his load. Dalton couldn’t help but think that it was a shame that this tablet only controlled cock sizes. The things he could do if he could change the size of any and all parts of a guy’s body. Those poor fools who defied him wouldn’t just have to worry about having tiny cocks, but also tiny bodies as well.
Dalton would shrink guys down when he was bored with them; store them away in a cage on his nightstand or something. He would keep them around and let them watch as he had a new suitor every night. Dalton’s cock was already dribbling with pre as he imagined this. He was going to have to make a note to see if he couldn’t find some way to expand the capabilities of this tablet after he finished up here tonight.
Dalton walked around to the front of Jake’s now enormous cock. The most recent growth spurt had stopped once Jake hit around twenty feet. His humongous dick was now over three times as long as he was. The shaft was easily wider than a king sized bed. It would be plenty large for what Dalton had in mind.
The head of Jake’s cock was slightly bigger in diameter than Dalton was tall, but Dalton didn’t let this slow him down. He placed a foot in the entrance of Jake’s cavernous maw and used it to give him a foothold with which to climb up on top of Jake’s gigantic cock. Even from their position on the opposite end of the behemoth, the three guys could hear Jake’s moan of pleasure as Dalton climbed the sensitive, spongy head. Dalton turner a bit and beckoned Tyler and Sam up to join him before continuing his trek along to top of Jake’s massive shaft.
Tyler scaled the front of Jake’s cock in much the same manner as Dalton had, but then he turned and reached a hand down to help Sam up. Once the two of them were up top they silently trekked along Jake’s gigantic cock until they reached Dalton who was kneeling down beside Jake.
“I don’t usually allow others to see me when I am at work, but then again, you’ve always done nothing but watch me. Why stop now?” Dalton gave Jake a coy wink and a pat on the check before turning around to face Tyler. Dalton was moving around on his hands and knees, so the act of turning around made him look much like a dog that is spinning around trying to find the perfect angle to flop down into its bed. Dalton somehow made this otherwise comical maneuver look sexy, though. He made sure to waggle his sexy, round ass a little in Jake’s face as he got in position, and looked up at Tyler with the best bedroom eyes he could muster.
“Startin’ to sag a bit there, sport. Let me help you out with that.” Dalton said coyly as he stood up on his knees and grabbed Tyler’s waning hard-on with both hands and began working the shaft with his tongue. Tyler’s arousal had been fading from the stress and uncertainty of the situation, but having Dalton masterfully run his tongue along every inch of his huge dick quickly got him back in full swing.
Jake didn’t want to admit that watching Dalton suck off his boyfriend’s big dick was turning him on, but it was impossible to hide it from anyone. Jake was already floating at about half mast after his little growth spurt, and now that he had such a lewd show before him, he couldn’t help but bone. The spectacle would have been hot enough if it had just been Dalton blowing Tyler, but Dalton was also making sure to put on a show just for Jake. Dalton would move his hips around so that his tight butt would be openly on display for Jake. Dalton would even occasionally slip a hand or two back there and part his firm, round ass cheeks to give Jake a great view of his sloppy hole. Dalton could feel Jake’s colossal shaft hardening and twitching beneath him, and he could tell that his work was paying off. He always did know exactly how to get Jake all hot and bothered. It had been a game of his for such a long time, and he always played to win.
In spite of himself, Tyler was quickly brought to the edge by Dalton’s masterful blowjob. The guy definitely had skill, but that should be expected; a guy who prides himself on being the best fuck in town has to know a thing or two about how to make another guy feel great. Tyler was able to clear his head enough and open his eyes to look around when Dalton’s tongue finally pulled back from his rock hard cock. Tyler could see Dalton spinning around again, this time positioning himself so that his ass was ready and waiting for Tyler’s impressive dick.
Tyler didn’t waste any time in lining the tip of his dick up with Dalton’s loose hole. At first Tyler was a little apprehensive about plowing this guy right in front of his boyfriend, but Dalton’s blowjob had brought him so close to blowing his load that Tyler just really needed to get off. It also didn’t hurt that Jake’s expression of pure lust seemed to be begging for Tyler to go ahead and give him a great show.
Tyler took a deep breath and took the plunge. His rod slid easily inside of Dalton’s ready hole. Tyler could feel the warm embrace of the sandy brown haired boy’s body around his cock. Dalton had definitely seen some use; he felt a little loose even around Tyler’s massive dick. Tyler began rolling his hips back and fort; sliding his cock back and forth inside of Dalton. It didn’t take long for Tyler to settle into a nice rhythm of reaming Dalton’s eager ass.
Dalton turned his head back and beckoned Sam to join in. Sam was hesitant to follow the instructions purely because they had come from Dalton. Under any other circumstance, Sam would have been all too eager to thrust his meat deep into his crush. Sam’s eyes were drawn to Tyler’s firm, muscular ass and his tight hole. Sam’s cock immediately went completely rigid. He needed to get his rocks off, and he couldn’t imagine a better place to dump his load than his friend’s amazing ass.
Tyler gasped as Sam placed this tip of his long dong up against his tight pucker. He had almost completely forgotten that Sam was supposed to be part of their festivities, but upon realizing what was happening, Tyler quickly relaxed and allowed his friend to use the back door. Tyler had almost forgotten how good it felt to be plugged like this. Even though Dalton was short a screw or three, at least his app allowed them to get small enough to enjoy some good old fashioned hot butt-sex.
Sam almost blew his load the second he plunged into Tyler’s ass, but he held back. The chances of him ever getting to ride the blonde haired beauty again were very slim, and Sam wanted to be sure that this time lasted. It was a shame that it had to happen under such bizarre circumstances, though. The trio quickly settled into a routine of alternating thrusts. Sam would plunge into Tyler as the muscular blonde pulled out of the shaggy hipster, and Tyler would thrust into Dalton as his lithe, black haired buddy pulled his long cock out. The steady rhythm had all three of them in a state of ecstasy, but Dalton had other plans. He wasn’t about to let Jake sit this one out.
Jake was practically drooling from the scene before him. He wanted to join in, but there was no way that he could move from his perch atop his twenty foot cock and boulder sized nuts. Dalton could see the look of pure lust in Jake’s eyes and was not about to miss this chance to let Jake in on the action. Dalton managed to focus long enough to poke at the various sliders on his app. He made sure to give himself a sizeable boost and more modest boosts for everyone else.
Tyler gasped as he felt Sam’s cock swelling within him. Tyler was already filled to capacity before, but now Sam’s growing dick was stretching him out even further. Tyler could feel his insides sliding and stretching to make room for the gigantic intruder. His eyes began to roll back in his head a bit as his mind fogged over from the sex; he was only vaguely aware of Dalton’s body getting tighter around his own growing shaft.
Dalton’s growth was far more noticeable than the rest. His cock had started at a large, but reasonable twelve inches, but it was getting bigger and bigger by the second. Dalton’s respectable stiffy ballooned in front of him until it was thicker than his torso and just as long. The flared out tip of his thick, massive cock was about even with his own bespectacled head. Dalton pressed himself into his gigantic shaft and let his body push his cock towards Jake.
Jake wasted no time clinging to the gigantic pillar of manhood presented before him. Jake wrapped his arms around the giant cock and pulled it in close as if it was an old friend he had not seen in years. The girthy behemoth was much thicker around than Jake’s lanky frame. Jake rolled back the foreskin and locked lips with the beast; drinking in the pre that was already bubbling up from the depths of the giant wang. Jake nuzzled the slit, allowing the pre to wash over his face and roll down his chin and onto his chest. Jake was so horny that he just wanted to cum and be cummed upon, and somewhere in the back of his mind, Jake couldn’t help but wonder that since Dalton now held the power, maybe his cum held the secrets of growth as well. Maybe once Dalton blew his load all over Jake’s face, Jake would finally get the size he desired.
Sam couldn’t help himself, being so close and intimate with Tyler was more than he could have hoped for when he had come here tonight; he was going to make the most of it. Sam slid his arms under Tyler’s and wrapped them tightly around the shorter blonde’s muscular chest. Sam then craned his neck to the side and began passionately kissing up the nape of Tyler’s neck. Almost instantly Tyler let out a sexy moan and began to spasm. Knowing that his kiss was what brought Tyler over the edge was enough to cause Sam to begin cumming as well.
Dalton felt the first surge of cum coursing inside him and he quickly made a few swipes at his tablet. The experience last time was too great to miss out on, and he was sure the other boys wouldn’t complain about it either.
Sam could feel his cock swelling again. He was worried by this, but there was nothing he could do. He could feel Tyler getting tighter around him by the second, and he also remembered what had happened last time this had happened. It had been weird last time, but somehow now that he was doing it with the guy he loved, it seemed exceptionally hot. Sam wished he was in a position that he could see Tyler’s normally ripped belly inflate with all the cum that was going to be pumping into him. Just imagining Tyler inflating with Sam’s spooge made Sam get even harder and cum even faster. More and more the thick jets of spunk flooded into Tyler. Sam moved his hands lower so he could feel Tyler’s belly distend. Gallons and gallons flooded into Tyler’s stomach causing it to bloat and swell. Sam could feel the liquids sloshing around inside as Tyler’s gut swelled up like a water balloon. Soon the stomach reached its max capacity, and the jizz, with nowhere else to go, rose up.
Globs of cum began oozing out the sides of Tyler’s mouth. Sam wasted no time in moving his kisses up the side of Tyler’s neck and onto his cheek. The kissing turned to licking as Sam lapped up the jizz that had made the circuit through his idol’s body. The flavor had transformed as it mixed and mingled with Tyler’s saliva and skin. Sam could feel the rumble below them as Jake’s monolithic cock shuddered and spasmed with an orgasm of its own. Jake had apparently really loved the show.
Tyler was barely able to register that he was experiencing another growth spurt. His senses were already overloaded enough as it was without the extra waves of pleasure coursing through him, the fact that he was cumming while the next growth spurt hit only served to amplify the feeling of bliss. He had his already hefty cock plunged deep inside their dubious benefactor. The dude’s ass was clenching around Tyler’s cock tighter and tighter by he second. He also had Sam’s wonderfully huge cock buried deep within his own muscular ass. Tyler didn’t think he could take anymore than he already had in him; he was already stretched out and stuffed fuller than he had ever been before, even fuller than when he had bottomed for Jake. He was soon proved wrong, though. Sam’s huge cock erupted deep inside of him, flooding his insides with the warm gooey spunk.
Tyler could feel Sam’s dick make one final, powerful thrust deep inside of him and then stay there as it unloaded its seed. Tyler had never felt so filled before, and yet he was getting pumped fuller by the second. His ass continued to stretch and allow for Sam’s already massive cock to grow and stretch inside of him. Tyler felt a strangely pleasant bloating sensation as his ass was filled to capacity with Sam’s massive cock and jizz, but then something strange happened. With nowhere else to go, the spooge welling up inside him traveled upwards. Tyler could feel the warm cream flooding into his stomach.
It was a surprisingly pleasant sensation; like a belly full of warm soup on a cold and rainy afternoon. The cream warmed him inside and out. Tyler could feel his belly swelling more and more. His gut was comically round, especially on his fit frame. Tyler had never seen his stomach this big before. The closest he had come was when he had eaten a whole pizza by himself at Mark’s last Super Bowl party, but that time included a lot less hot sex and a lot more indigestion; given the option Tyler would take this feeling over a pizza binge any day.
Tyler was loving the passionate lovemaking he was sharing with Sam. Tyler could feel the piercings on the pale, dark-haired boy’s bottom lip against his skin as Sam continued to kiss him and the cool, smooth, metallic stud in Sam’s tongue against his cheek as Sam lapped up the cum that was dribbling out of is mouth. Tyler was loving all the attention he was getting from both Sam and Jake; the look of lustful approval he was getting from Jake made him so happy and horny that he had almost completely forgotten about the asshole that his monster cock was currently rammed deeply into.
Dalton was barely able to keep his wits about him while getting reamed by what was easily the biggest cock he had ever taken. Tyler’s dick was now at least as long as Sam’s had been earlier, but Tyler’s natural girth made it an even tighter fit. Tyler also had much more powerful cum shots than the thinner black haired boy. Dalton’s already noticeable paunch had swelled up like a balloon in record time. He could already feel Tyler’s salty jizz flooding his mouth.
Tyler was cumming like a fire hose, and his massive meat was so big that it made pulling in and out of Dalton’s tight hole a chore in and of itself. Despite this, Tyler continued to mercilessly ram Dalton’s already ravaged hole over and over. Dalton had been with some rough customers before, but none of them had ever torn into him anywhere near this hard before. The pain was unbelievable but so was the pleasure.
Dalton knew that he could sometimes be difficult to get along with. People seemed to get angry with him very easy, but he couldn’t quite figure out why. He never let it get to him, though. He wasn’t in the business of making friends, and besides, now that he knew how awesome angry hatesex can be, his naturally abrasive personality could turn out to be a major boon.
With every rough thrust, Tyler’s basketball sized nuts smacked into Dalton’s beach ball sized cum factories. Dalton clung to his person sized cock to brace himself against the merciless onslaught of rough sex. Each thrust pumped more and more spunk into him. This was easily the biggest, thickest cock he had ever taken, and already he was wanting more.
Dalton had always had insatiable an appetite for sex, but now that he had the power to make his current partner as big as he wanted, he was beginning to think that he would never be satisfied with the size of the dick he was taking. Dalton was actually ok with that. Some part of his mind knew that he shouldn’t even be physically capable of riding a cock this huge, but here he was with the cute jock’s thick shaft buried two feet into him. Maybe it had something to do with the nanites rewriting his DNA sequences. Dalton really didn’t have the time or the mental faculties to ponder such things right now. Maybe some other time when he wasn’t having his brains fucked out, Dalton would actually take time to study the effects of the nano-machines on the rest of a person’s body, but for now, all he wanted was more cock inside of him.
Dalton managed to keep his eyes from rolling back inside his head from pleasure long enough to make another quick adjustment. Dalton groaned and gritted his teeth as he braced himself against the pain. The pleasure and pain was so intense it was overloading his mind. Dalton’s senses fogged over as he collapsed atop his own gigantic cock. His eyes rolled back in his head as Tyler’s cum, with no where else left it could go, started flowing out of his mouth. Dalton could no longer process sight, sound, or smell. All he could sense was the feeling of Tyler’s immense cock ramming him, the taste of cum in his mouth, and the feeling of spooge flowing in and out of him as he and Tyler both came.
Jake watched in awe. He was so enraptured by the strange and erotic display before him that he had shifted Dalton’s erupting volcano of jizz out of his face so that he could watch intently. Jake now awkwardly clung to the side of Dalton’s massive shaft as the gigantic cock fired jet after jet of warm cum off into the distance behind Jake. Even with all the strange things he had seen in the past few days and how horny he was, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Tyler’s already large dick had been steadily growing while it was inside of Dalton. The outline of Tyler’s immense shaft was clearly visible underneath Dalton’s skin. Jake was amazed that Dalton could take such a thing with only minor discomfort. It looked like Dalton was even enjoying having something that big inside of him. Jake was both extremely turned on by this and a bit jealous. After they got out of this mess, he was going to be sure to let Tyler do that to him. He would love to have such a large cock inside of him now that it appeared he could do so without any major damage to his internal organs. Jake couldn’t help but imagine what he would look like if had a cock that large in side of him. The outlines of the veins along Tyler’s cock would be easily visible through the skin of Jake’s taut tummy.
Seeing this just made Jake cum even harder than he already was. He reached back and began to finger his hole as best he could. It had been too long since anyone had topped him. His hands were a poor substitute for a hard, sexy shaft, but they would have to do for now.
There was so much that Jake wanted that he wasn’t getting. He wanted to have his boyfriend fuck is brains out right here and now, but instead he had to watch while his lover mercilessly reamed a guy that they didn’t particularly know that well. Jake wanted to kiss Tyler’s adorable face, but he was stuck way over here while Sam worked over every inch of his boyfriend’s beautiful face with his tongue and lips. More than anything, though, Jake wanted to grow, but it seems that Dalton’s cum didn’t have that power either.
Something in the back of Jake’s mind was raging. It wasn’t fair! He was to be the biggest and the best. It was within his reach, but right before it could happen, Dalton shows up with his stupid app and robs Tyler of his power, and now that Dalton had the power, it didn’t work the way Jake wanted it to. Jake enjoyed a cum bath as much as the next guy, but he had also expected said shower to grant him his wish. Now that Jake hadn’t gained so much as an inch from the downpour he was at the limit of his patience.
Tyler had been watching Jake as closely as he could for the entire time he was riding Dalton. Jake seemed to really be enjoying the party, and so Tyler was all too happy to keep things going. The sex was great, and as long as his boyfriend was happy with it, Tyler would gladly keep ramming this irritating hipster. Jake’s demeanor had changed though and rather suddenly, at that. Something had really pissed Jake off. Jake had only really lost it twice in all the years they have known each other. He was usually the type to implode internally and keep his sadness pent up inside, where it can fester quietly as a mental illness, but when he snapped it could be a real shitstorm.
Tyler could do nothing but watch as his lover quietly raged against something. Tyler had a general idea about what might be making Jake so mad, but there was nothing he could do to help. Seeing Jake like that made his heart ache and his libido drop. Tyler’s torrent of cum subsided along with his erection. Tyler hated feeling so helpless; he couldn’t even walk over there and be with Jake when his lover needed it most.
Sam could tell that something was different. Tyler was no longer going along with his lovemaking, and instead was now completely rigid and fixated on Jake. Sam followed Tyler’s gaze and could see Jake silently flipping out. Sam suddenly felt very guilty. He knew that Tyler was Jake’s, but he wanted so much to have another go with the cute, blonde, jock that he had let his libido supersede his friendship.
For the first time, Sam noticed just how blue Jake’s eyes were. Sure, he always knew they were blue; the first time Sam had met Jake on his first day at the new school, he thought that Jake’s eyes were beautiful. The deep blue of his eyes complimented his dark brown hair nicely, but now Jake’s eyes seemed inhumanly blue. It was as if Jake was Clark Kent and had taken off his murky glasses to reveal the electric blue Kryptonian eyes of Kal-El. Indeed, Jake’s eyes even seemed to crackle with electricity.
Jake mentally raged against his misfortune. All he wanted right now was to grow. He wished to grow and grow. He needed it. He demanded it! Jake could feel the cold fire spread through his mind; igniting his very soul with his desire. He mentally cried out to grow… and he did. |
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Jake’s concentration was interrupted by the familiar pulsing through his enlarged loins. He was growing again. Jake immediately forgot all the pent up frustration he was feeling, and instead focused on enjoying his new bump in size. His growth spurt was pretty minor in the overall grand scheme of things. His brief burst of size amounted to a little more than an extra two feet onto his already twenty-foot cock. Jake was a little disheartened to find that he had gained so little size from that last crazy sexcapade, but at least he now knew that Dalton’s cum did have the growth power to it now… even if it did take a little longer to start working than Jake was used to. Dalton’s jizz also seemed to be a little weaker than Tyler’s, but then again it had taken several doses of Tyler’s to start getting sizeable gains like this. Dalton’s spooge probably just needed to ramp up a bit.
Dalton felt Jake’s cock swell up beneath him. At first he thought that Jake was already getting hard again, but he quickly realized that Jake was growing. Dalton couldn’t figure it out. How could Jake have gained even more size? He was sure he had not accidentally bumped the pad. Dalton pushed himself up off of his large, sticky cock and checked on his tablet that he had had pinned between his torso and his gigantic shaft. Sure enough, the screen was still locked. Somehow Jake had managed to grow despite not having been given the order to do so. Somehow Jake was continually able to override his controls. Dalton didn’t like this one bit. Fortunately, it appeared that Jake had no idea just how much power he really had.
Dalton really didn’t feel like getting up right now, but he had to investigate this further. His position here depended on him at least having the illusion of control. Dalton reached behind him and slowly began pulling Tyler’s thick cock out of him. It was a strange sensation to have something so large slowly sliding out of him. He could feel every inch of it buried deep within him. Even soft, Tyler’s dick was well over two feet. Dalton hadn’t been paying too much attention when he was ramping up the size, but he assumed that it had to have been close to three feet when it was fully erect. Dalton’s enormous six footer stirred to life as he thought about just how much glorious cock he had had up inside of him. The gentle rubbing of Tyler’s retracting cock along his inner lining was pleasantly massaging Dalton’s ravaged insides, bringing him even closer to boning.
Dalton managed to keep his libido under control as he finally pulled the thick, spongy cockhead out of his ass. Tyler’s immense dick flopped loose from Dalton’s blown out ass with a sticky popping sound. Pent up spooge immediately began flowing out of Dalton’s stretched out hole. The pleasure of having all that pent up spunk flow out of him and drip down his legs was so great that it made his legs feel like jelly, but despite this, Dalton managed to stand up and steady himself.
Dalton didn’t even need to be able to see his ass to know that it was ridiculously stretched out; he could feel it. It felt so hollow and empty now that the largest cock he had ever taken, probably that anyone had ever taken, had been extricated from him. He set down the tablet atop his colossal cock so that he could reach back with both hands and survey the damage. Dalton’s balls were so large that they rested heavily on the ground even when he was standing up. His huge cock draped over the massive orbs, making a nice little spot for him to set the pad for easy access.
Dalton slid his fingers into his wrecked ass. They went in easy; very easy, actually. He was able to get all four fingers from both hands without even the slightest bit of difficulty. His curiosity had gotten the better of him. He needed to see just how loose he really was now. He dug his fingers in and began pulling apart. His muscles easily complied. Dalton was able to open up a few more inches before his stretched out muscles began to put up even a paltry resistance. A moan of pleasure slipped out of his mouth as even more gooey spunk seeped out.
Dalton turned his head back to get a look at the odd pair behind him. The two boys seemed to be really enjoying the show; especially Tyler, whose three foot long cock was already twitching and stirring back to life from the lurid display before him.
The two of them were a strange sight to behold. Tyler’s distended belly seemed very out of place amidst the collection of hard muscles that comprised the rest of his athletic body, and his gigantic cock and enormous balls would look out of place on anyone. Tyler’s big full belly was large, but still nothing compared to Dalton’s cum-inflated stomach. It seemed as if being inflated past his max once already had made his middle area even more elastic than before. Dalton pulled his hands out of his ass and rubbed his beach ball of a belly. It was warm and sensitive to the tough. Just feeling his hands caressing it was enough to cause his monstrous dick to stir to life even more.
Sam looked relatively normal at first glace. The lithe boy had his hands wrapped around his shorter, more muscular friend in a protective embrace. The only things that really seemed out of place on him were his incredibly huge nuts. Sam had a massive cock of his own to go along with those gigantic cum spheres, but it was currently hidden away deep within his friend’s fabulous ass.
Both of them seemed exhausted from the hot sex they had all shared, but Dalton needed to be sure that they didn’t try to interfere as he explored the recent bugs in the system. In one quick motion, Dalton plucked the tablet up from the makeshift table of cock he had in front of him and made some quick adjustments. Almost instantly he could see that Tyler’s already massive cock was swelling up even more, and even though he couldn’t see it in action, the grunt of pain followed by the moan of ecstasy from both Tyler and Sam let him know that Sam was creeping up in size too.
Dalton was pleased with his handiwork. He had managed to ensure that those two would stay out of his way while he worked, as well as given them something that they obviously enjoyed. See? When Dalton gets his way, everyone benefits.
Dalton turned his attention back to his tablet, and more specifically, Jake’s controls. A few quick pokes confirmed Dalton’s suspicions. He still could not downgrade Jake’s size at all. Another quick poke confirmed that he could still upgrade Jake, though. Dalton only added another foot to Jake’s already twenty two foot long dong. No sense getting carried away here. He was still not sure what exactly was going on, and it was best to play it safe until this was resolved.
Tyler had been trying his best to keep hits wits about him this whole time. It had been an extremely difficult task, but somehow he had managed to keep from completely losing himself in the hot sex. He could tell that Dalton was a little unsettled but was generally in a much better mood than he had been earlier. Tyler figured this would be a great time to try and pry more information out of the unstable tech guru. The question was… “How can you control our sizes anyway?” Tyler asked aloud.
Dalton turned and grinned at Tyler. The grin wasn’t as menacing this time, but it was somehow even more smug than it was before. “You’re body is crawling with nanites, tiny machines that mix with your DNA and multiply rapidly. I have found a way to control them. I really can’t be bothered to go into specifics right now, but suffice to say. I have hacked their little collective hive mind. They listen only to me now.”
Tyler sized up the new guy. He was definitely a grade A egomaniac. Tyler knew how to deal with people like that, though. He’d just have to bide his time and find some way to turn his situation around. If by some miracle he managed to take control of the nanites in the process then things would be even better. Tyler tried to think over what little info he had gleaned already. He really didn’t care about the nanites per se. It was a new name for Geno’s space magic and little more as far as Tyler was concerned, but there was something douchelord over there had said that caught Tyler’s attention. “Hive mind?” Tyler again wondered aloud.
Dalton gave an overly dramatic sigh of feigned exasperation. He wasn’t fooling anyone; he was loving this. Taylor was obviously completely clueless about his own special powers. Dalton felt superior to this typical musclehead jock. Blondie over there obviously hit the weights hard to cover for his shortcomings in the mental arena. “Yes. Hive mind. Think of them like millions of tiny insects that share a single consciousness, a psychic web of conjoined thought. The entire colony lacks the ability to think for itself and instead relies on an outside thought to control them. I don’t know who issues the original command, but I have modified it to my own purposes.”
Tyler listened to Dalton’s overly smug account of his 1337 haxxing skills. The more he listened to this ass clown the more Tyler wanted to punch him in the face. Tyler really wasn’t a violent person by nature, but this obnoxious, know-it-all was really asking to be fed a good swift knuckle sandwich. That said, Doctor Victor Von Douche had let slip a few choice bits of information during his evil genius spiel. Somehow, he was using that tablet to exert some sort of psychic control over the magic space swarm that lived in his dick. Tyler didn’t know much science, but he did know bad B movies; as far as he was concerned, the two are pretty much the same thing.
Tyler tried to focus his mind on his junk. Somehow he would have to hijack control of the hive mind from… um… “What’s your name anyway?” Tyler made a mental note to try and keep his internal and external thoughts a little more separate from now on. He had a bad habit of saying what he was thinking even if he didn’t actually want to. Fortunately, it all seemed to be working in his favor this time.
Dalton seemed genuinely shocked by this question. “What? I’m Dalton. You know? The guy everyone wants to get with? The best fuck in town? How can you be gay at our school and not know me? I’m kind of a big deal!”
Tyler grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, I guess I have only really had eyes for one guy.” Jake’s eyes lit up with joy even in spite of their perilous circumstances. Sam also seemed to be pleased. Maybe a little hurt, but definitely overjoyed for his friends. Tyler could definitely tell that Sam was a bit wistful as well. Tyler felt a little bad. He knew how Sam felt about him, but he also knew that he didn’t feel anywhere near as strongly for Sam as he did for Jake. Sam was a good friend, but Jake was definitely the love of his life.
Sam was very happy for Jake and Tyler. Hearing Tyler more or less confess his undying love for Jake made Sam feel all warm and giddy. He had known for a while that he wasn’t even really in the race for Tyler’s affection and had expected it to hurt a lot more to finally hear it from Tyler himself, but oddly enough, it didn’t hurt at all. If anything it gave Sam a certain peace of mind he had been missing.
Dalton didn’t seem angry by this. In fact he seemed somewhat bemused and a little confused. “Huh. I never could understand the allure of monogamy. I tried it once, but it didn’t seem as great as I was led to believe.” Sam could feel a small bit of spite in Dalton’s voice, and couldn’t help but feel that it was directed at him.
Tyler picked up on the slight bit of bitterness in Dalton’s voice as well. Did something happen between him and Sam that he should know about? Tyler was curious, but he didn’t think that that was an angle he should pursue in his current position. He didn’t think it would be important in beating Dalton, and it didn’t seem like a very good idea to be poking at the emotional wounds of the guy who could vaporize Tyler junior with one neurotic flick of the finger.
For now, Tyler would try his original plan of trying to mentally take control over the alien ant farm in his Netherlands. Tyler tried to remember that feeling when he focused on growing back when he had control. He focused with all his might, but the best he could do was get a slight tingle in the back of his mind. Tyler tried and tried to form some sort of psychic link with the nanites, but after a few minutes, all he had to show for it was a splitting headache. He had to face the facts. He really didn’t have what it takes to be some sort of psychic supercomputer.
Dalton looked down at his pad. Tyler’s slider was behaving oddly. It wasn’t going anywhere, but it sure wanted to. It seemed to be rattling in place as if it was trying to shake itself loose. Whatever Tyler was doing seemed to be having a noticeable affect on the hive mind. Dalton was impressed. Somehow this meathead was able to do an even better job of trying to wrest control mentally than he had. Dalton quickly dismissed the notion that Tyler may in some way be mentally superior to him. It had to be a side effect of Tyler having been the control core for so long.
Dalton looked up from his pad and gave Tyler a douchey thumbs up. “Not bad, sport, but even I couldn’t mentally hack the system. I guess humans just aren’t cut out to be psychics.”
Not cut out to be psychics? That’s bullshit. Tyler thought to himself. He was starting to get the hang of alternating between internal and external monologues. He knew for a fact that humans have developed psychic abilities; they just lack the ability to receive the signals they send out. Geno had said so himself. Geno was a guy right? Tyler didn’t actually know if human gender identities applied to roving space mages, but he figured that’s a topic best left to philosophize over some other time.
Tyler’s mouth fell open as he remembered the conversation he had had with the strange, white clad individual on that fateful night. Everything was falling into place. Geno said that Jake was the one who contacted him. Jake’s psychic waves were so powerful that they could be detected from space. When Jake was concentrating like that his eyes seemed to sparkle an electric blue. Jake’s eyes had lit up when Dalton had lost the control to shrink him down. Jake had already overpowered Dalton’s little iPad. He just didn’t know it yet! Tyler knew he was going to have to make a move soon. He just hoped that Jake would follow his lead.
Dalton continued to poking at his screen. Everything seemed to be working fine, but he kept losing control. How was he supposed to make all of his amazing sexual fantasies come true if he can’t even control this ragtime crew of deviants. He got more and more frustrated as he checked and double checked all of the settings. Everything seemed to be fine.
Tyler slowly got to his feet. It was an awkward and difficult task since he had to help Sam up while he was at it. The two of them were still conjoined at the hip now that Sam’s cock had grown even larger inside of him. It was going to be difficult to pull it out without injuring something. Tyler could feel Sam’s gigantic dick twitching and stirring to life inside of him. As Tyler moved around, Sam could feel Tyler’s body bending and flexing around his dick; Tyler was unintentionally jacking off every inch of Sam’s behemoth.
Sam struggled to keep his wits about him and not allow himself to fully bone, but it was so hard to take his mind off of the situation. Tyler was completely wrapped around his humongous dick. Somewhere in the back of his mind Sam thought that if he got much larger, he’d end up wearing Tyler like a condom. Sam quickly shut out the image and silently chastised himself for having that though, but the damage had already been done. His semi had hardened even more and he could already feel a little dribble of pre leaking out.
Tyler stood up as tall as he could manage. He wanted to seem imposing and in charge when he squared off against Dalton. It didn’t hurt that Sam was more or less providing him with a second spine. Tyler winced a little. Ok, so it hurt a little, but he could already feel his body shifting to accommodate. Tyler was already standing up on the balls of his feet. He couldn’t help but think that if his taller friend got any harder, he wouldn’t even be able to touch the ground with his feet anymore. Tyler steeled his nerves and went on the offensive. “What’s your problem anyway?”
Dalton was too shocked to respond. He held all the power here and yet this kid was sassing him? Dalton was ready to remind him of who was really in charge here, but before he could say anything
Tyler continued. “You show up here, spouting all this self-righteous bullshit and treating us like children. What’s the big idea?”
Dalton’s eyes narrowed as he focused on Tyler. “I treat you like children because that is exactly what you are. You somehow discover this great power and what do you do with it? You let yourselves go. You grow and grow until your dicks dwarf towers. You cum all over everything. I can’t even begin to imagine how much property damage you three have caused. The locker room? The nurse’s office? Who knows what else? No one else has pinned it on you, but I figured it out easy enough. Someone had to stop you kids.” Dalton was annoyed enough without having to listen to this jock mouth off to him. He had the moral high ground here. Hell, if he had let these kids continue much longer, they could have crushed the whole town under their massive dicks.
Dalton’s own huge cock gave a slight shudder of approval. Dalton had to admit that would be pretty hot, but the amount of damage it would cause would be catastrophic. As much as Dalton felt that he was superior to everyone else, he still wouldn’t wish that level of destruction upon innocents. That being said, if he somehow managed to find a way to shrink people down with this new power, then he could live out these crazy fantasies in the comfort of his own home. Dalton already had plans for how to populate his little master planned community. What makes his planned community a master planned community is that he would be the master of said community. It would be populated by the scum and lowlife’s of society. It would be the perfect solution to the prison overcrowding. Send them his way, and Dalton would soon have those thugs serving out their sentence under his enormous nuts like the insects that they are. It would be like Death Note only with less heart attacks and more tea bagging.
Dalton’s six foot long schlong was quickly stirring to life as he had his little fantasy. Dalton stared at Tyler and began pondering what he should do. He didn’t have the power to shrink him yet, but maybe spending some time pinned under his colossal nuts would teach that stupid jock some manners. Dalton placed his finger over the slider bar and prepared to move it, but before he could give himself a substantial boost he stopped himself and slid down instead. As much as Dalton hated to admit it, he had to keep the moral high ground here. He had to serve as an example to these punk kids about how to rationally use this power, and besides, it was really hard to move with a six foot cock.
Tyler watched Dalton’s little internal struggle intently. This guy was definitely a little messed up upstairs. Tyler braced himself when he saw Dalton messing around with his tablet again, but was surprised to see Dalton’s enormous wang shrink down to a much more manageable two footer.
Tyler quickly got over his surprise and continued his debate. “You call us irresponsible and yet when you get control of the power, what do you do? You bully us. You force us into some freaky orgy. You call yourself an adult, and I call that bullshit!” Jake and Sam stared at Tyler stunned. Was he trying to piss Dalton off? Both of them were too afraid to chime in on the argument.
Dalton was dangerously close to being livid. How dare this punk say that to him? And after all he had done for them! “No one forced you into it, and I didn’t see any of you guys complaining. Especially you. You seemed to really be enjoying it.” Dalton rubbed his cum flooded belly for added emphasis as he accused Tyler.
“No one forced us? It was bang you or live my life as a eunuch! That’s first class coercion right there!” Tyler was angry. His original goal was just to get Dalton to lose his cool and do something stupid, but Tyler had greatly underestimated just how big of an asshat his brown haired opponent really was.
“What? So I made a little demonstration of my powers. I wanted to be sure I had your attention.” Dalton shrugged off Tyler’s accusation easily enough, and Tyler could see that it was going to take a bit more than that to get under Dalton’s skin. Dalton was somehow so convinced that he was in the right in this that he hadn’t even flinched at Tyler’s accusations. “You think I would really do something like that to my friends?” Dalton continued nonchalantly.
“Friends? You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.” Tyler really, really wanted to spinning roundhouse this asshole in the face. He had never heard someone so self-absorbed that they could do such terrible things and still feel like the victim. If he could just see how big of an ass he was really being, would he still be so high and mighty? Tyler tried to think, was there anything he could do to get through to this guy. There were a few brief moments when he seemed rational enough; a few brief moments when he seemed almost sorry. “It’s no wonder your last boyfriend left you.”
Dalton’s eyes narrowed as he glowered at Tyler. “My last boyfriend didn’t leave me. He cheated on me. I’m better off without him. I’m better off alone. I always have been.”
Tyler could feel Sam’s grip get tighter. Something was up between Sam and Dalton. Had Sam been his last boyfriend he was talking about? That wouldn’t make any sense, since Sam had never mentioned him before tonight, and Sam didn’t seem the type to cheat on anyone. Tyler decided to pursue this angle since it seemed to strike a nerve. “Seems a little ironic, doesn’t it? You pride yourself on sleeping around town, and yet you flip your shit when your friend does the same thing?”
Dalton was really getting angry now. “That’s completely different. I’ve never let myself get emotionally attached to any of those guys. It’s always just a quick score, nothing else. We both knew that going into it.” Dalton’s attitude changed. He was no longer addressing Tyler; instead he was speaking directly to Sam. The black haired boy was awkwardly standing behind his shorter blonde buddy, and froze when he felt Dalton’s glare turn to him. “Did you know I had never once even thought of trying to go out with someone before? You’re the first guy who ever caught my attention in such a way. You were different. You were sweet and kind, and you looked at me and smiled. The way you looked at me, no one’s ever looked at me like that before. I’ve always just been an ass to plow, and I was fine with that. You actually seemed to like me for me.”
Tyler almost felt sorry for the unstable teen who was pouring his heart out before him, but then it happened again. Dalton’s voice turned bitter and cold. He was once again going dark. “And what do I find? The very next morning you are out and about flirting with the coffee guy. Then I find out you’ve been sleeping with these two assholes. If I have no interest in someone, I just keep it physical. I at least have the decency to not lead someone on like that.”
It was Sam’s turn to fight back. “But you’ve got it all wrong! I only accepted Lyle’s number because I was afraid of what you would say when you saw me. I thought I was a freak, and he seemed to like me even in spite of my changes. I didn’t even make any attempt to set up anything with him.”
Dalton rolled his eyes. “Lyle? On a first name basis already? And you made no effort to deny bunking with Jack and Taylor here.”
Sam looked down dejectedly. “Because that part is true. I did sleep with them, but like you, it was little more than sex. Those two are devoted to each other. I was just a third wheel…”
Tyler was listening and caught on to something. “Wait a second. you said the very next day. Sam met Lyle this morning. Did you guys just meet yesterday?”
Dalton looked at Tyler questioningly. “We’ve been in a class together all year, but we only really talked yesterday.”
Tyler ran through the timeline in his head. Sam was with them almost all day yesterday. There wasn’t much time for him to be alone with Dalton. So they were only together while on campus. “Wait. So you guys haven’t even formally dated yet?”
Dalton continued to glower at Tyler. He didn’t know why Tyler was wasting his time with such stupid questions. “Not officially I suppose you could say.”
“You toolbox! What is this bullshit you are spouting about how Sam cheated on you. You haven’t even dated. You’ve only really been together for one day. You two would have to have been in a relationship for Sam to cheat on you.” Tyler shouted exasperated.
Dalton was taken aback. “He was mine! I had him first!”
“What are you, five? That’s not how this works. You can’t call dibs on someone. A relationship has to be a mutual thing.” Tyler had forgotten about his original plan of baiting Dalton into trying to use his tablet, and was now just laying into the guy for no other reason than he was a total douchebag. Interestingly enough, he had unintentionally managed to hit Dalton’s weak spot for massive damage.
Dalton was furious. This brainless musclehead was treating him like a child! He, Dalton, was being referred to as a five year old? He needed to re-establish the pecking order here. Dalton gritted his teeth and spoke slowly. “Listen up, kiddo. You don’t seem to understand the situation here. I am trying to be an adult about this. ”
Tyler laughed sarcastically. “You? An adult? You’re just a brat. That’s all. You don’t get your way and you throw a temper tantrum.”
Dalton was fuming. He didn’t care about playing nice any more. He was going to take that smug jackass down a peg, “Ok. Fine. I’ve tried to be nice, but you refuse to behave. I think it’s time you sat at the kid’s table for awhile.” Dalton placed his finger on Tyler’s slider and slammed it as far left as it would go. Almost instantly Tyler’s impressive dick began to dwindle.
Tyler had been too focused on laying into Dalton to prepare himself for this. Tyler tried to focus and fight back, but all that he was succeeding in doing was slow the shrinking down a little. The device was too powerful for him to fight against. Tyler gave up the fight and instead turned his attention to his boyfriend who had been silently watching the shouting match. “Jake, please. Don’t let him do this to me.” Tyler pleaded.
Jake just stared in shock. What could he do? What could anyone do? Dalton had all the power. Jake hated it. He hated that this dickbasket could dick them around however he wanted. More than
anything he hated that his best friend needed him, but he had no idea how to help. All Jake wanted was to protect Tyler. Every cell in his body, every synapse in his brain was focused on finding some way to save his lover.
Tyler could see Jake was panicking. Jake still had no idea about what power he possessed, but hopefully he would figure it out while Tyler still had a dick to protect. Tyler’s cock dwindled further. It was well past the two foot mark; already down to half of what it had been before Dalton had flipped the switch. Tyler focused on fighting it, hoping to buy Jake time. Jake continued to panic, but his eyes were starting to sparkle. Little flecks of light seemed to appear in his irises.
Jake could feel a familiar sensation in his mind. That cold fire was back. His panic washed away. Everything seemed so surreal. Everything looked the same, but it was like he was seeing something invisible. It was there, right in front of his eyes. It had no shape, no form, no color, but it was as real as anything. Jake found that he could manipulate this formless mass somehow. It was like it was an extension of himself. There was another invisible mass out there attacking his boyfriend. Jake would not allow this. With a quick flex of his ethereal muscle, Jake crushed the imposter and wrapped Tyler in his protective embrace.
Tyler could feel something different. It was somehow cool and warm at the same time. It was soothing and comforting. His shrinking came to abrupt stop. It was more than just that, though. Tyler’s cock was actually growing back. It swelled had dwindled down to a little under a foot, but now it was surging upwards. It reached the two foot mark and kept going. It blew past the four foot mark. It was now larger than it had been before Dalton had tried to wipe it out. It finally slowed to a halt at a little over six feet. It was now larger than Tyler himself.
Dalton was baffled. How had this happened? Not only had his shrink command failed, but Tyler had actually grown larger? Dalton looked down at his pad only to see the company logo flash on the screen. The stupid thing had crashed! Dalton silently cursed himself for buying the newest gen the day it hit the market. These things always took a few batches to get all the bugs worked out. He was suddenly very worried that someone heard him. If someone found out that he actually advocated waiting to buy new Apple products his hipster cred would be destroyed.
Dalton didn’t have too much time to ponder the crash, though. He knew he needed to buy himself some time. If the others realized his moment of weakness they may go on the counterattack. His options for escape while up here were severely limited. Fortunately, he was the only one with a cock below the three foot mark. He could use that to his advantage. Dalton made a quick dive and shoved Tyler’s massive dick over the side of Jake’s even larger one. The momentum was enough to send the giant mass of cock down and Tyler with it. Sam, who was unfortunately still stuck to Tyler, was also along for the ride. With those two down, Dalton turned his attention back to the screen. The system had rebooted, and he had the app back up and running. Now to try again. Dalton was shocked to see that Sam and Tyler’s names had completely vanished from his list. He had no power over them anymore. Dalton needed more time to figure this out, and Tyler was already getting back on his feet. He wasn’t nearly high enough off the ground to keep Tyler at bay for very long. Although, he could fix that. Dalton placed his finger on Jake’s slider and slammed it to the right. He had to put as much distance between him and Tyler as he could.
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When Dalton finally got home from all the trivial errands he had had to run today, the first thing he did was peel off all his clothes. He was so eager to strip down that he had almost had his shirt completely off before he had even bother to shut the front door. Part of him wanted to let the neighbors get a free shot, but then again, he wasn’t at his best right now. With the door safely shut behind him and locked up tight, Dalton was free to really let it all hang out.
Dalton didn’t have to worry about anyone else in his family coming home and spotting him; his sister was happily off at college and was never heard from; his mother was a nurse at the hospital and was rarely seen or heard from during the work week; his father was a full time corporate, brown-nosing ladder climber who liked to put in at least twelve hours a day at work even on weekends. Dalton had always been alone, even before his sister had moved out. She was always out hanging with friends or partying or being otherwise the social butterfly. Dalton, on the other hand, had raised himself in the comfort and solitude of his securely locked little home.
He wasn’t bitter about it or anything. He had learned early on the joys of being completely self sufficient and self reliant. His upbringing had taught him the cold hard truth of the world, and that was that you can only really count on yourself. Growing up he had spent a lot of time in front of the TV and would always sneer at the trite children’s shows that preached the powers of love and friendship. The power of friendship couldn’t really make you draw the right card in a life or death match. This is why you learn to build a decent deck and not pray to some transient voodoo bullshit to cover your own short fallings.
It is safe to say that Dalton had few friends, and of those friends even fewer that he would consider more than casual acquaintances. The Facebook era had dumbed down the term “Friend” to mean anyone who you could tolerate to look at or hear from for more than five seconds at a time. Dalton had lots of those, hundreds and hundreds of “friends” flooded his often completely ignored timeline.
Dalton always thought it silly how people were so quick to latch on to others. It was like the vast majority of people, especially those his own age, needed constant contact from others to justify their existence. Dalton would always roll his eyes at the large, loud, roving
packs of giggling girls the traipsed through the hallways. He responded likewise to the marauding gangs of dudes who patrolled the corridors of the school as if they were about to start an epic dance battle with the first pack of Jets they encountered.
Dalton was much more at ease by himself. He had his projects and devices to keep him interested. These were much easier for him to relate to than the immature little children he had been forced into contact with by sheer virtue of age brackets. That’s not to say he completely shunned human contact, though. He loved it in the right context; craved it even. There was scarcely a moment in his life where he would refuse to go ankles to ears for anyone who had the proper measurements to please him. He just didn’t like how so many people seemed to expect more out of sex than just sex.
Casual hookups were Dalton’s forte; get in, get off, get out. The after glow was better spent enjoying the ride home with the windows down and the music cranked instead of in the arms of the other party. It bothered him when the other guy wanted to cuddle after the fact. No, sorry. Your role is done. It was a nice ride, but this is his stop.
Dalton was better off alone. He had been reminding himself this all day. He had always been alone. It was what made him feel comfortable. He didn’t have the time for such childish fancies like love. He was better off alone. This had become his mantra. He still couldn’t comprehend what was going through his mind yesterday. It wasn’t uncommon for him to put the moves on a guy, especially one as cute and hung as Sam, but it was all just pillow talk. Dalton never actually meant any of it he said. It was always “Hey. You’re hot. Let’s bang.” They get their freak on and both part ways happy, but with Sam it was different. Dalton could feel a sense of joy just from watching Sam’s reactions; the small glint of appreciation in his eyes as his apprehension faded, the little smile that played at the corner of Sam’s lip as he struggled to not let slip his feelings, the red flush that tinged Sam’s cheeks as Dalton praised his good looks. Dalton had just intended to get into Sam’s pants, but somehow Sam had begun to get into his heart.
Dalton had momentarily let his guard down, and paid the price for it. He had given his number to another guy. He never did that. He had even begun to look forward to their next encounter. He never did that, either. He had gone to bed dreaming of the chance to see Sam again in the morning. Morning arrived, and Dalton was excited for a new day and a chance to see Sam again; that chance came far earlier than Dalton had expected. Dalton was knee deep in his morning knee deep ritual, when who should walk in but the man of the hour himself.
Dalton was elated to see Sam, but chose to hang back. As excited as he was, he still liked to limit human contact, and he would rather have Sam alone. Plus, he recognized the two dudes Sam was with. Dalton had reason to speak to them too, but he would much rather do it without Sam around. Things could get complicated otherwise.
Dalton was content to sit and watch his crush from afar for now. He had come to accept it during the night that it was in fact a crush; his first, no less. Dalton had looked down on such feelings for so long, but now that he was actually feeling it for himself, he could kind of appreciate what people saw in it. It made him feel good inside just watching Sam there.
All that changed when in an instant. Dalton couldn’t believe his eyes, but it was happening right in front of him. Sam was actually flirting with the coffee guy. How low can you stoop? Dalton was devastated. Wasn’t he good enough for Sam? Countless guys had tried to get with Dalton; he was the best fuck in the county. Apparently that wasn’t enough for Sammy boy.
Dalton slowly slurped at his frosty beverage while the rage boiled deep inside of him. This is exactly why he had not allowed himself to open up for so long. He was stuck in a world where none had the emotional maturity needed to truly appreciate Dalton for who he was. He was a fool for thinking this kid would be any different.
Minor emotional trauma aside, today had been very informative for, though. Dalton had learned the secret to the impossible growing cocks he had witnessed just the other day; a secret that he would gladly put to better use than those children who were currently playing around with it.
Dalton took a moment to admire himself in the mirror as he walked trough the living room. It was an ornamental mirror, rife with metallic faux cracks gilded upon it, but it served its purpose well enough. Dalton thought he was pretty good looking all in all. He had shaggy, light, sandy brown hair, and yes, the carpets did match the drapes. A sandy brown layer of light fuzz covered much of his body; getting steadily denser starting at his belly button down to his groin. Dalton had equally sandy colored, curly pubes. He liked to keep them neat and tidy to accentuate his nice, thick cock, but still kept them long enough to be nice and fluffy.
Dalton knew that he was above average downstairs. His big dick and nice, round, bubble butt were his two major draws in his frequent sexcapades. Dalton turned and admired his ass in the stylized mirror. His round humps were just as fuzzy as his belly, but with an extra thick line of hair right down the crack. Upon further inspection, Dalton realized it was probably time he trimmed up down their as well. He mowed the lawn, so to speak, every so often just to keep it from getting too out of control, but it was such a pain in the ass to get the little scissors down there… no pun intended. Besides, most guys Dalton had been with liked the little bit of fur down there. They said it tickled as it brushed against their dicks while they reamed him.
Dalton turned back around to admire his front. His thick shaft was already swelling up from the attention he had been giving it. Dalton thought he was pretty hot, actually. He was maybe not porn star hot, but still pretty good looking. He had a pretty mature looking face for his age which was accentuated by a wispy beard on his chin. There wasn’t much to it yet, but he had worked hard on that little patch of facial hair. He thought it made him look older and more dignified. As far as the rest of his body went, he was pretty skinny over all. Well, except for a slight paunch around his belly. Dalton didn’t have any intention of losing the extra weight though. He found the physical perfection of porn stars and models boring. The slight imperfections of normal people are what made them endearing.
Dalton was now standing completely erect. He didn’t normally get turned on just by admiring himself in the mirror, but he had been extra horny all day; most likely a side effect of his seemingly infinite reservoirs of spooge dangling below his now erect cock. Dalton couldn’t help but notice how much bigger and fuller his balls seemed than before. He figured it was probably a side effect of not emptying his high production cum factories since this morning.
His now huge nuts had been on his mind pretty much all day. Dalton had begun to regret wearing such loose boxers, as his balls continued to slowly become thicker and heavier as they became fuller and fuller of potent spunk. Even within the confines of his tight pants, his balls kept sliding around. It felt so good to let them air out now.
Ogling his own hefty nuts had reminded Dalton of the strange app that Sam had downloaded onto is iPad. Dalton was determined to find a way to jailbreak this sucker for his own personal usage. Dalton walked back up to the entryway and scooped up the piled of clothes and his book bag before turning and heading back up to his room.
Dalton unceremoniously dumped all of the clothes into the laundry bin, and dug out his tablet. Sure enough, the app was still there. Dalton opened it up and tried his best to figure out some way to bypass the security protocols. No matter what he tried, he could not gain access to the controls. He had hacked systems before, but this one was tougher than anything he had ever seen. It looked like there was no way around it. He would need to get in contact with the control specimen and hack the central controls directly.
Dalton rubbed his eyes and looked around. He had been working at the app for a while. The sun was already beginning to set, but at least he gained a lot of insight into how these nanites operated. For starters it seemed they operated on a psychic wavelength; there was a rudimentary consciousness connecting all the nanites into a sort of hive mind. Dalton didn’t know much about psychic powers and all that, but he had WiFi, which seemed to work well enough.
Dalton checked the time stamp on his tablet. It was already six o’clock in the evening. He had a little time to spare and a lot of pent up frustration. Dalton minimized the app and started browsing through his sites. Wow. That video he had posted of Jack and Taylor was already getting thousands of hits. There was apparently a market for dudes which monstrously huge cocks going at it. Dalton was suddenly wished he had set that video up so that people had to pay to view it. Well, at least Dalton knew better for next time.
Dalton already had plans for next time. Dalton opened up his new, untitled video file from this morning. If the people loved that last video, wait until they see this one.
Dalton could get a good look at his backside on the screen. He had a fine ass and was proud of it, but that wasn’t why he was watching this. Looking past his glorious visage for a moment, he was able to see Sam. Sam was definitely the best looking guy he had met and that cock! It stretched on and on, down past Sam’s ankles. He had heard of people having third legs before, but Sam was something else. His third leg was bigger than his other two combined.
Dalton absent mindedly stroked his raging hardon as he watched. Sam seemed confused, but kind of into it. Then Dalton heard his own voice. It sent chills down his spine. It sounded so distorted and dark, and it wasn’t just the bad speakers. The confusion on Sam’s face gave way to terror.
Dalton could feel a pit form in his stomach as he looked into those soulful eyes. It felt like Sam was staring directly at him, begging for him to stop. Dalton felt sick to his stomach. He wanted to scream at the guy who was being so cruel to his Sam, but horror set in as he realized that that was him in the video. He didn’t remember being so brutal, so violent, so cruel.
The scene continued to play out in front of Dalton. He was no longer enjoying what he was seeing. Sam would occasionally stare into the camera and beg for release. Or maybe it was forgiveness? Dalton couldn’t be sure, but he couldn’t help but feel ashamed of what he had done. He watched Sam’s eyes travel the room; never once did they look up to meet the eyes of his attacker.
Dalton had had enough. He couldn’t watch any more of this. He closed down the video and promptly deleted it. He was never going to show this to anyone. Partly because of how terrible it made him look, but he also felt genuinely sorry for Sam. He was not about to further hurt him by making such a video public.
Dalton sat there trying to clear his head after what he had witnessed. It did not happen at all as he had remembered. This is why he didn’t like getting involved with other people. Sam had deserved what he had gotten for betraying him, right? So why did he feel so bad about it now? Well, great. Now Dalton had some nagging guilt issues and no sexy video to bank on.
Oh well. It’s not like he needed some low quality video shot in a dark storeroom anyway. He had plenty of equipment in his room to make much better videos. He could release his own videos with him as the star. He might not have the perfect porn star body, but he was soon to have a cock that no one would be able to deny. People would be lining up and throwing money for a chance to glimpse his glorious dick. The more Dalton thought about it, the more porn star sounded like the perfect job for him. No emotional connection, just sex. All the sex. All the time. With as many people as he could get that could handle him.
Just thinking about what it would be like to grow like Jake or Tyler or Sam got Dalton rock hard again. He wrapped a hand around his thick shaft and began pumping; all the while dreaming of what it would be like when one hand just wouldn’t do it. Soon two hands wouldn’t even be enough. Dalton would just continue to grow and grow. He would be sure to put it on cam. Everyone deserved to see this… for a price. That’s the thing about these kids. They didn’t understand the way the world worked. All they cared about was having fun and getting bigger, but there was so much more. This gift was wasted on them. It’s time they let someone who really knew how to use it take control.
Dalton continued to pump away at his dick while he dreamt of the power that was soon to be his. He flopped back onto his bed and let his free hand work away at his hole. It was nice and loose from frequent use; so loose that Dalton slipped three fingers in without even needing to lube up. He had been ridden enough to know exactly where his g-spot was, and wasted no spot massaging it with his fingertips.
Dalton loud moans of pleasure completely drowned out the beeping from the tablet lying on the bed beside him. Even if he hadn’t been moaning so loud, the chances of him registering the sound while so lost in his erotic fantasy were slim to none. Dalton continued to pump away at his thick shaft, oblivious to his surroundings. His hips bucked as he dug into his sweet spot and brought himself ever closer to the edge.
Finally the cumulative physical and mental erotic pleasure became too much for him to hold back. He fired jet after jet of cum. The thick ropes of jizz arced through the air and splattered across his chest and his face. He came again and again, each shot just as powerful and thick as the last. The endless spray continued to coat his body and his blankets; some of the more powerful jets even splattered across the wall behind him.
When his torrent finally subsided, Dalton was overwhelmed by a sense of contentment. He could never have imagined his balls could have felt so empty after his exposure. It didn’t last long, though. He could already feel them swelling up and refilling, but this just seemed to increase the pleasure of the afterglow. Dalton basked in the sensation as he ran his fingers through the thick spunk that coated his body. Once his fingers were nice and coated he would lift his fingers to his lips and lick them clean. He held the fresh spooge in his mouth for a moment; allowing the flavor to soak in before finally swallowing and scooping up more.
He continued this until his jizz began to dry out. He would really need to shower before his date tonight. It was a date after all, maybe not a date with Sam, although that was the pretense, but tonight was definitely a date. Tonight was Dalton’s date with destiny.
Dalton rolled over and with his clean hand poked at the tablet lying on his bed. There was another warning from his app. He had failed yet another attempt to wrest control of the nanites. The fact that he had not taken control was no surprise, although the error was a little unexpected since Dalton had been too busy jacking to do much hacking. He shrugged and dismissed the message and closed out the app. Had he waited just a moment longer he would have seen Sam’s measurements swelling astronomically.
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Sam needed a moment to collect his thoughts. The past few minutes had just been too surreal for him, and given all that had happened in the past few days, that is saying a lot. Sam was now wading through a pool of his own spunk that came up just a bit above his knees; the tip of his now fourteen inch dick skimmed the surface of the muck as it dangled down between his legs. Sam realized that fourteen inches should be huge by normal standards. A few days ago he would never have been able to even imagine what it would be like to be that well endowed, but now after all he had been through it felt so small.
True, he had wanted to be a little smaller. Just a few minutes ago Sam had been riding atop his mountain sized nuts while his drill pierced the heavens. At the time, he had thought he would never be getting any smaller. It was terrifying, but also strangely exhilarating. He could honestly claim that for a few brief moments, he had the biggest cock the world had ever seen. Now it was all gone, and all he had to show for it was a lake sized crater full of cum.
Although… if Sam got a hold of that tablet that Dalton was using, maybe he could reclaim some of his former glory. The thought of outgrowing the countryside was much more interesting to Sam now that he knew he could have a way back down afterwards. Sam wasn’t a big fan of the immobility part of the growth, but having cum as much as he just had was the most amazing sensation he had ever felt. He had just fired off enough cum to fill all the tanks in Sea World… Every Sea World… multiple times.
At his penultimate size Sam’s cock had towered close to one thousand feet high, and that’s not even taking into account the extra couple of hundred feet from Sam sitting atop his absolutely gargantuan nuts. Sam could even feel the change in air temperature as the tip of his dick poked into layers of the atmosphere usually only inhabited by Swiss mountain goats and airliners. Sam looked down at his now reduced dick and had a brief moment of silence for his dear dwindled cock. He regretted not just listening to Dalton and enjoying his latest growth spurt. Sam could only imagine what it would have been like to blow and even greater load from a cock that would give Sears Tower an inadequacy complex.
Sam watched Dalton as the other boy paced while poking away at the settings on his tablet. Dalton had had quite a bit of growth himself in the past few minutes. His already respectably large nuts had swollen up to the size of beach balls; the immense orbs dangling down past his knees and soaking in the pool of jizz. Dalton’s cock had always been incredibly thick, but now that it had grown exponentially in the past few minutes, the sheer girth of his cock was even more obvious. Dalton’s hefty shaft was easily as long as he was tall and twice as thick as his waist. It was easy to see how long Dalton’s cock was because, even though it was resting on the lakebed below, the topside of is enormous dong rose out above the cum like the head of a plus sized hippopotamus.
It was an impressive growth spurt for his first time, but Sam realized it made some sense. Dalton had already been exposed to the nanites a couple of time before. They had just been lying dormant, waiting for the command to grow from the control core. Not only had Dalton’s nanites finally been given the command, but Dalton himself now had access to the controls. He could issue more growth commands whenever he felt like, and judging from the next round of swelling, Dalton felt like it right now.
“Oh, that feels great. No wonder you let yourself go so much, Sammy Boy. I can only imagine how good it must feel at your size.” Dalton cooed as he rubbed his free hand along the top enormous shaft. “Well, former size.” Dalton corrected himself and chuckled a bit to himself. He was originally going to confront Jake and Tyler with his newfound power as soon as he got it, but this feeling was just too amazing to deny. Dalton took a quick look at back at Sam and could see that that lithe, black haired boy’s clean shaven rod was standing fully at attention. Someone else had enjoyed watching Dalton’s little growth spurt, it would appear. Well, Sammy Boy had been well behaved for the past few minutes. It couldn’t hurt to give him a little reward for being such a good sport about this all.
Dalton could make out the outline of Tyler and Jake up on the hill from where he was standing. They could wait. It’s not like they were going anywhere; especially not Tyler. There’s no way he could move with that giant tool strapped to him… but better to be on the safe side, Dalton figured as he slid a finger across the touch screen. That ought to give them plenty more to keep them occupied.
Dalton then moved his finger down to the slider bar next to his name. Six feet was a really nice start, but the possibilities were endless. A dark smirk crossed Dalton’s face as the notion of outgrowing the neighboring city crossed his mind. He quickly dismissed it, though. He wasn’t really interested in using his newfound power to hurt others… but it was good to know the option was there if he ever had a need for it.
Dalton casually poked at the slider bar a bit. Another six feet? That could be fun… but he could always do another six feet. He poked at the slider again. Already he could feel the warm tingle coursing through him. The pleasure coursing through his cock and balls was getting him hornier than ever. Fortunately, he had an apparently willing assistant.
Dalton’s beach ball sized nuts continued to inflate until they rested solidly on the ground at his feet and even then they kept growing. As his balls got more and more massive, they sank deeper and deeper into the muck at the bottom of the lake of jizz. Dalton’s balls finally stopped growing when the crest of his nuts reached right above his waist. Dalton’s enormous balls now dwarfed even the largest bean bag chairs, even the trendy hipster kind that were supposed to be used in place of loveseats. Dalton loved those chairs. He had a catalogue of them in his room, and he planned to decorate with them when he finally got his own place. Although, with his current measurements he could save a lot of money and have a lot more fun by getting some guys to come back to his place and grow their cocks to the point where they could be his furniture.
Dalton felt that it would be the perfect arrangement. He would go out on the pull like usual, find some hot young stud to ride him hard, and then after Dalton had been plowed senseless, he would grow the guy’s dick into a king sized mattress and sleep on it for the night. If the guy pleased him enough, Dalton might even be persuaded to let him keep a few inches as a souvenir.
Dalton might even be persuaded to keep some of them around for an extended stay. Having a bus sized cock felt so amazing, that he couldn’t help but think that some of them wouldn’t want to be shrunk back down after the night was over. Dalton
could tell from the look on Sam’s face that Sam wasn’t too thrilled to be back among the mortals. Dalton was feeling generous, though. Maybe he’d keep Sammy Boy around as a permanent fixture in his bachelor pad.
A dark smile crept across his face as he imagined it. Sammy Boy could be his prized piece of furniture. The boy’s beautiful cock would be Dalton’s favorite spot to bring the fresh meat in. Dalton and his nameless, nightly suitor would have rough, hot, loud sex atop Sammy Boy’s enormous cock while poor Sammy Boy could do nothing but watch as night after night, man after man, wrecked the cute ass that could have been his if he’d just been a little more faithful.
Dalton’s cock, now several times wider than his body, stretched out for almost twenty feet in front of him. Dalton’s now enormous shaft pointed upwards as he quickly reached a full hard on.
Dalton was enamored with the giant pillar of man-meat before him. There was just so much glorious cock, and it was all his. He was ready to ramp up the growth even more. The bigger he got, the better it felt, but this would do for now, he decided. Part of being a mature and level-headed adult was being able to resist temptations like this. It would make the final payout that much more enjoyable. Delayed gratification is the fancy term for it, but he didn’t expect these children to understand such a concept.
He would get bigger, though. That much was a scientific fact. He’d just have to find a better time and place. He knew when and where, too. Classes were already out at the local college, and so it was non-stop partying up on frat boy row. Dalton could hardly wait to pay a visit to that large open courtyard in the middle of all those frat houses. All those drunk and horny frat boys wouldn’t be able to ignore the colossus that was sitting right outside their doorstep. They were all the same. Perfectly straight until the third round of beer pong, and then they’d bang anything with two legs… or even three in this case. Dalton would fill the entire courtyard with his gigantic, supple nuts. The only way out those drunk and horny college jocks would have is if they climbed out the windows onto his huge, spongy balls. Once they were there, Dalton would let the booze and hormones do the rest. Dozens and dozens of frat jocks, crawling over every inch of his magnificent sack. The few that managed to climb up to him would be welcome to fill whatever hole they happened to find unoccupied.
Then Dalton would cum. He would flood that section of town with his spunk. All the frat boys would be soaked to the bone in his alien enhanced jizz giving Dalton control over their cocks and by extension, them. Those that served him well would be rewarded beyond their wildest dreams, but those that defied him wouldn’t be able to even please a gnat with their tiny dicks. Dalton knew enough about college dudes to know that none would dare defy him. Even the straightest of those jocks would go ankles to ears for a little tyrant, rather than live in perpetual shame. Not that Dalton was a tyrant. No, if anything Dalton knew he would be a god to these men; a fair but harsh god who demanded nothing but obedience and service.
Dalton slipped the tablet into the bag he still had slung over his shoulder. He was going to need both hands for this, and even then that wouldn’t be enough. Dalton stretched his arms as wide as they would go and rubbed his glorious spire everywhere he could reach. He even leaned in and licked at Sam’s residual cum that his rod was thoroughly coated in. humongous dribbles of pre rolled down his shaft and completely coated him. Dalton was so close to blowing his load. It was official; he needed a cock inside him. Even the cock of his cheating, would be boyfriend.
Dalton leaned forward and hopped up onto his balls. The change in position caused his massive rod to splash down into the frothy lake like redwood that was unfortunate enough to be between Earl Sinclair and his lunch. The impact caused waves of spooge to splash into Sam and lap at the edges of the crater. Dalton was bent over his own humongous nuts. His toes could no longer even reach the bottom of the pond, but it was fine; he could easily shrink himself back down after he had been reamed to satisfaction.
“You’re awfully quiet back there, Sammy Boy. Enjoying the show?” Dalton called back to his silent audience in a teasing tone. Sam’s impressive staff was standing completely erect; the tip reaching up to his chest. Sam was definitely aroused by the erotic show that Dalton was giving him, but he also was very worried. Sam, more than anyone, knew just how capricious and violent Dalton could be, and Sam had just inadvertently given the unstable teen near godlike powers.
Sam knew that he somehow had to get the controls away from Dalton. Fortunately, Dalton seemed more interested in enjoying himself, than in guarding the tablet.
“Come on, Sammy Boy. I know you want this almost as much as I do.” Dalton continued to goad Sam on. Dalton was now riding his balls with his ass waving provocatively in the air as he played with his cheeks; rolling the supple mass and alternating between squeezing and spreading them wide to give Sam a clear view of is eager hole. “Come on up. There’s plenty of room.” Dalton called back seductively as he slipped two fingers into his nice and loose pucker.
Sam was trying to devise a strategy for extracting the tablet from that grey messenger bag that Dalton was still wearing, but he was having too much difficulty pulling his eyes away from that fantastic ass. The way Dalton was cooing and playing with his already stretched hole was just getting Sam too worked up to think. Sam decided that his best course of action was to try and sneak the tablet while he mercilessly plowed Dalton’s fine ass. In Sam’s sex addled mind, this seemed like the best course of action. Dalton should be thoroughly distracted while Sam wrecked his already well worn hole, and Sam could really stand to get his rocks off right about now.
Sam climbed up next to Dalton atop the sandy brown haired boy’s monumental nuts. Dalton turned to look at Sam and smiled. The smile caught Sam completely off guard. Dalton had been so cold and distant all day, but now Dalton seemed genuinely happy to see him. Sam’s heart skipped a beat as he stared into the other boy’s grey eyes. Sam started remembering how great everything had been on their first day. Sam still couldn’t believe or even really comprehend the complete change that Dalton had undergone since the previous afternoon.
Dalton smiled in spite himself as Sam climbed up beside him. Sam really was beautiful. Dalton had known this for a long time. He loved the way the boy’s thick black framed glasses meshed with his equally black hair. Sam’s hair would normally be
styled wit a bit of an emo flair, but the recent cum showers had plastered the boy’s black hair flat on his head. It looked a little silly, yet somehow Sam was still able to rock the look. Dalton remembered how badly he had fallen for Sam. It felt like ages ago now, but it had really been just yesterday. Dalton hated that he still had feelings for Sam, especially after the raven haired beauty had cheated on him.
Dalton leaned in for a kiss, and Sam met him half way. It was nice. Not amazing, but nice. It lacked the passion of the day before. Sam seemed distant, and Dalton himself was too hesitant to really let himself go and just enjoy it. He still had feelings for Sam, sure, but that didn’t mean he was going to trust the guy. Sam still had a pretty bad track record.
Sam broke away from Dalton’s kiss and was ready to get to work. It was going to be awkward to try and get a good angle for plowing Dalton’s nice round ass with their current positioning, though. Dalton’s balls were plenty huge enough for them both to sit up there, but Dalton’s current position left no room for Sam to get around behind him.
Dalton was already well aware of the poor positioning. He just needed Sam to get up there with him before he really got the balls rolling. Dalton gave Sam a sly smirk as he reached into his bag and pulled out the tablet “Going up.” He said jokingly.
Dalton tapped the slider and slid it much farther this time than he had before and then slipped the flat computer back into his bag. Sam could feel the change immediately. Dalton’s already huge orbs were expanding rapidly in all directions. It should come as no surprise that his cock was expanding just as rapidly. Sam watched in awe as Dalton’s already humongous dick got thicker and longer before his eyes. Sam was already hard before this little show, but now he was positively rigid. Dalton had always had an amazing cock. Even before his growth it was an impressive eight inches and incredibly thick. It was almost a shame that Dalton was such a power bottom, but his ass was just as amazing as his cock.
When the growth finally stopped Sam looked around and took stock of his surroundings. They had to be at least thirty feet off the ground, but despite the immense new size of Dalton’s colossal cum factories, they didn’t even fill a quarter of the crater left by Sam’s balls when he was at his greatest. Sam felt an odd sense of pride at this realization. Dalton’s amazingly long cock hadn’t quite reached the other side of the crater yet, either. Sam’s previous size was so vast that the indentation left from it could still completely encompass all of Dalton’s new size.
There was definitely plenty of room to move around now, though. The vast expanse of Dalton’s nuts gave Sam plenty of room to stand up and walk around. Sam crawled over to where Dalton was. Sure, Sam could walk around, but he still wasn’t too keen on heights and preferred the stability of being on all fours. Besides, the ground was so soft and spongy that it made it hard to steady himself.
When Sam was finally in position he leaned in close and hugged Dalton from behind as he kissed the nape of the other boy’s neck. Sam maneuvered himself so that his rigid shaft nestled between Dalton’s sexy, round mounds and rocked his hips back and forth. If Sam was going to do this he was going to do it right. The last thing he needed was for Dalton to catch on that Sam was up to something.
Judging from the moans of pleasure from Dalton, Sam figured he must be doing a pretty good job. “Damn, Sammy Boy. All that time you have been spending with Tyler has really done you some good.”
Sam continued to thrust his dick along the Dalton’s fuzzy crevasse. A steady stream of pre was trickling down Sam’s cock and spilling into the valley of Dalton’s beautiful cheeks providing some natural lubrication. Sam would have preferred to have had some actual lube instead, but this would work for now. Once he felt like Dalton’s hole was good and ready Sam scooted back enough that he could aim the tip of his now fourteen inch long cock straight at the entrance of Dalton’s eager rear hatch.
Dalton let out a loud moan of pleasure as Sam slowly slid the entire length of his impressive shaft deep inside of him. Once in, Sam quickly settled into a steady rhythm of thrusting in and out of the other boy. Dalton’s continual moans and shudders of delight helped to spur Sam on. Sam was getting so caught up in the lovemaking that he almost forgot his original intent. Almost.
As Sam wrecked Dalton’s hole he made sure to give the boy plenty of stimulation elsewhere as well; kissing his neck, rubbing his belly, playing with his nipples. All with the intent of getting Dalton so lost in sex that he wouldn’t realize Sam casually slipping the tablet out of the grey bag that was swaying along with the colossal lovemaking.
Sam seemed to be doing a great job at it. He would occasionally slip a hand away from Dalton and work at the buttons on the large out flap; never for more than a few seconds though. He needed Dalton to not catch on that something was up. Slowly and carefully, Sam would slide a hand over and pop open another button. Soon the flap was open and Sam was able to slide his hand inside. He could feel the tablet. All he had to do was slide it out of the case without alerting his eager bottom.
Sam grabbed a hold of the small pc, but a wave of pleasure rocked his entire body as he tried to stealthily extract it. Shit, he had forgotten how great Dalton is at being an active bottom. Sam had begun to slow down as he focused more and more on trying to swipe the contents of the bag. Sam could barely even keep his eyes open the pleasure was so great.
Dalton was really getting into it. He began rocking his hips in time with Sam’s thrusts, but he knew he could do so much better. He decided to step up his game and really milk that glorious cock for all it’s worth. Dalton got into a system of clenching up as Sam pulled out and then loosening up as Sam thrust back in. He could tell it was doing its job because he could feel Sam shuddering deep inside of him. The awkward change in tempo of Sam’s thrusts let Dalton know that the thinner boy was getting weak in the knees and having trouble keeping it together.
Dalton was enjoying this. He had forgotten just how amazing it was to have Sam’s fourteen inches deep inside him. Sam’s cock may be a little on the skinny side, but when it’s that big it doesn’t matter. Sam’s cock was still the thickest one Dalton had ever taken, but the thing is, Dalton had taken it before. It no longer stretched him out as much as it had the day before. It would take even more for him to be satisfied, and Dalton would be satisfied. After all, he had the power to make Sam as big as he needed to be.
Sam froze as he felt Dalton’s and brush against his inside of the bag. For a brief second he thought that he had been busted, but instead Dalton just pulled the tablet out. Sam slowly relaxed as he realized that there was no noticeable difference in Dalton’s demeanor. If he had noticed Sam’s hand in his bag, he hadn’t made it obvious to Sam.
Dalton wasn’t too surprised to find out that Sam had been trying to steal the tablet. He was a little hurt, sure, but it seems that betraying him is what Sam was best at. It’s not like Sam could have really done anything even if he had taken the tablet. Dalton knew enough about Sam to know that the boy did not have the balls to really do what it took in order to keep it. Dalton could easily take it back before Sam could even unlock the screen. That’s not to say that Dalton wasn’t already making plans on how to punish his treasonous paramour, but Dalton was enjoying the sex too much to really worry about that yet.
Dalton placed the tablet atop the vast expanse of cock shaft that stretched out before him. He was able to keep enough of his wits together to focus long enough to unlock the tablet between thrusts. Man, being drilled like this was really amazing, and soon to be even better. Dalton highlighted the slider for Sam and slowly upped the boy’s size. Dalton gasped in shock as Sam’s dick enlarged inside of him. Even just a boost of one inch was easily noticeable to Dalton. This was already the largest dick he had ever taken, and just the slightest increase in length and girth stretched him out even further than he had ever been before.
Dalton caught his breathe and tried to steady himself. He was so close to blowing his load across the countryside right then and there, but he wanted even more. He eased off of Sam’s cock a little bit and allowed himself to come down off the edge and catch his breath. He had already stretched out enough to handle the extra inch inside of him. It was time to take it up a notch again.
Again Dalton poked at the slider a little bit. He wanted more, but even in his lust addled mind, he realized that letting Sam grow unchecked inside of him might end up being very painful. Dalton added another inch to Sam. In his lust he knew even that wouldn’t be enough, and so he added another two on top of that. Dalton braced himself in preparation for the most epic reaming he had ever had, and he was not disappointed.
Sam could feel Dalton getting even tighter. It was amazing. Dalton was already making it hard for Sam not to just nut inside him, but now that Dalton was getting tighter by the second there was no way he could hold out any longer. Sam had hoped he would be able to hold out until Dalton blew his load. Judging by the spasms of Dalton’s enormous cock and the shudders pulsing through Dalton’s monolithic balls, Sam had figured that he would be blowing at any second now. Dalton had proved to be surprisingly resilient in this regard. Sam knew he had no hope of holding it in any longer and collapsed on to of Dalton has he unloaded his hot, gooey spunk inside of the other boy.
Dalton could feel the warm jizz flooding his corridors. He loved this part. He loved being filled to the brim with as much spooge as he could handle, and today he wasn’t going to let even on drop get away. Dalton made an effort to carefully slide the
Sam’s controller. He wanted to get Sam large enough to completely plug him up, but Dalton was too close to his limit now. He made one last ditch effort to add some inches onto Sam, but right as he placed his finger on the slider he completely lost it. Dalton’s elbows gave out. He flopped onto his chest like a rag doll as the most explosive orgasm he had ever encountered rocked him to his very soul. According to his app, he was sitting at well over one hundred feet in length and every inch of that one hundred foot long tube was full of white hot gushing jizz. His gigantic balls were seizing up under him as they pumped hundreds upon hundreds of gallons of cum out into the crater. Dalton could no longer see or think. His mind was completely lost to the soul shattering euphoria.
Dalton was only marginally aware of the pain from his rear. He was getting stretched tighter and tighter by the second. Sam’s cock was steadily growing inside of him. Dalton couldn’t tell by how much. He couldn’t see the app anymore, and he had no way of knowing jus how far he had accidentally slid the slider when his arms had given out. The pleasure far outweighed the pain, though. Dalton could still Sam’s ceaseless torrent of spooge flooding every inch of him. He had long since run out of room in the miles and miles of tubing inside of him, and the excess had begun to spill into his stomach. Dalton’s belly protruded and distended as his stomach swelled up like a balloon. He went from having a small paunch to looking like he had a beach ball underneath the tightly stretched skin of his belly.
Dalton could feel Sam’s cock still steadily growing inside of him. He could not stretch out enough to even allow a small dribble of cum to slip out of his ass. Instead he continued to be filled with more and more of Sam’s spunk. Soon even his belly had reached capacity. Dalton could feel the spooge slowly working his way up his throat. Soon he could even taste Sam’s jizz in his mouth. Globs of Sam’s cum oozed out of Dalton’s mouth and onto the vast expanse of cock that spread out before him.
When Sam’s torrent of jizz finally began to slow down, Dalton was able to sneak in a few labored breaths. His mouth was still full of the cum that had traveled through his entire body, but at least he was able to breathe through his nose if he was careful.
Sam passed out on top of Dalton after he finished blowing his load inside of the other boy. What little bit of rational thought that Sam could must told him that he his cock was still firmly embedded deep inside of Dalton’s ass, even though Sam was now almost completely soft. Sam could see the app lying a few feet in front of where Dalton had collapsed, but Sam was unable to move. His dick was buried to the hilt and it was stuck in there so tight that he couldn’t even hope to pull out.
Dalton could no longer think. His mind had turned off leaving him with nothing but afterglow. He had no way of telling how much he had just cum, or how much Sam had cum within him, but it had to be a lot. Dalton grinned as he rubbed his distended belly; more cum dribbled out the side of his mouth. He couldn’t believe that anyone had ever been filled quite as much as he had, and he doubted anyone would be ever again.
Dalton just laid there for a few minutes until the haze finally lifted from him. He had had his fun. Now it was time for him to actually get to work. He still had to deal with those other two kids. They needed to learn who was really in control here. Dalton reached for the control pad. It was just barely out of his reach. He would have to pull himself over to it, but with Sam on top of him, this was going to be slow going.
Dalton pulled himself forward a few inches. His ass hurt like hell, but still felt amazing. He couldn’t believe that Sam was still completely plugging him up. He could feel that monstrous dick flopping around inside him as he moved. Dalton was almost going to be sad when he shrunk Sam down enough that the other boy could pull out. Dalton made another grab for the pad. This time he easily snagged it and pulled it towards him. He gave a soft whistle of surprise as he read the stats. He had well over two feet of thick cock shoved deep inside of him. Maybe some other time he could try taking even more than that, but for now he needed his freedom.
Dalton slid the dial back a bit for Sam; returning the black haired boy back to his fourteen inch glory. Sam’s dick slid out of the gaping wreckage of Dalton’s ass along with a wave of pent up jizz. All that spunk sliding out of him felt amazing. Dalton
made a note to let other guys fill him up like that in the future. He might even invest in some plugs so he could have gallons of jizz sloshing around inside of him all day long.
With Sam down to a more reasonable size, Dalton turned down the dial on himself, too. His colossal balls and his leviathan of a cock rapidly dwindled to almost normal proportions. Dalton was prepared for the rapid deflation, and deftly landed on his feet. Sam, on the other hand, landed awkwardly and flopped back into the now much deeper lake of cum.
Sam quickly staggered to his feet and found that the water level had more than doubled. It was now well past his waist. It was almost impossible to tell that both of them were stark naked with all the creamy white liquid obscuring the view of their naughty bits.
Dalton was enjoying the waist deep bog of warm spunk. It was soothing on his sore and ravaged hole. It also did wonders in keeping his insides flooded with the pleasant juices. Dalton turned around to face Sam and noticed the thinner boy’s look of shock as he stared in awe at Dalton’s distended belly. Dalton just smirked and rubbed his belly. “It’s a boy. You’re going to be a daddy.”
Sam just stared dumbfounded. His mind was still struggling to comprehend all tat had just happened, and now this. Dalton wasn’t really pregnant was he? That’s impossible, right? Then again, so are two hundred foot cocks… Sam soon got his answer as Dalton busted out laughing. Dalton was unable to speak for a few minutes as he roared with laugher. He would occasionally stifle it long enough to make a dazed dumbfounded expression and point at Sam then continue roaring.
“Relax Sammy Boy. Dudes getting knocked up is still outside the realm of possibility. As far as I know, anyway.” Dalton began pacing in the waist deep muck as he thought out loud. “Now, that was fun and all, but I have some business to attend to with your friends over there.” Sam could see that Dalton was barely holding onto the tablet as he walked. His grip was so loose that Sam thought he could easily lean over and pluck it right out of his hands. Dalton seemed so oblivious to Sam as he paraded around, surely Sam could take this chance to get the pad and set things right.
Sam decided to go for it as Dalton’s path crossed close to him, but the second Sam made a leap for it, Dalton was already on the move. Sam was surprised by the speed at which Dalton reacted, but it wasn’t a reaction. Not really. Dalton had predicted Sam’s gambit the whole time. He knew the exact second Sam would make a dive for it, and was already in position to counter. With a quick flick of his finger, Dalton thwarted Sam’s last ditch heroics.
Sam wasn’t sure what was going on. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion as he fell. That’s right. Fell. Not jumped like he intended. Something had blocked his path and now he was tumbling forward. Sam stared at Dalton’s superior grin as he crashed face first into the stagnant jizz.
Guys like to joke about how their dick is so big that they often trip over it. Sam just learned firsthand that it is not actually as fun as one was led to believe. He had been set up from the beginning. The second he had made a move on the tablet Dalton had spiked Sam’s growth into overdrive, and Sam had literally tripped over his own dick.
Sam managed to prop himself up on his enlarged member enough to get his head above the spunk. He could barely see through all the jizz that covered his glasses, but he could tell that Dalton was gloating.
“Curse your inevitable but sudden betrayal!” Dalton exclaimed overly dramatically. It was obvious he was being sarcastic. A pit formed in Sam’s stomach as he saw the malicious glint in Dalton eyes. Dalton had once again gone grimdark, and that was never a good sign for anyone involved.
Dalton shoved Sam’s head back under the murk for a second and then pulled him back up by his hair. Dalton leaned down and looked Sam in the eyes and coolly remarked. “Now get up. We have business to attend to.” |
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Jake could feel himself falling. Maybe falling wasn’t the right word, but Jake couldn’t think of any better way to describe the feeling. He was still lying atop his colossal nuts, but the ground below him seemed to be getting closer by the second. Jake gasped in shock when he realized what was happening. His dick was getting smaller by the second. All of his hard work was evaporating out from under him. Jake tilted his head up to get a look at his dwindling shaft. It even looked like it was evaporating; the air around it seemed to shimmer like a mirage.
Jake was on the verge of panic. He had come too far to be normal again. His house sized cock made him special. He no longer blended into the crowd like the good little worker bee he had spent his whole life trying to be. He was to be the biggest. He was to be the best, but now that dream was fading out from under him.
Truth be told, Jake wasn’t a fan of the whole immobility part of having a mountain sized wang, but it had a certain allure to it. He had spent his entire life hiding who he was from everyone he knew. Coming out to his friend had been so liberating, and then this had happened. As Jake got bigger and bigger it became impossible to hide. People stared. At first Jake was worried and even a little embarrassed, but he grew to like it. Let them stare. Let them make snide comments when they thought he couldn’t hear them. They didn’t matter anymore. They were insignificant to him; tiny specs beneath his ever expanding cock. He would never have to be afraid of them ever again.
But now he was losing the one thing that had set him apart from everyone else. Jake didn’t know what to do. He pleaded with his dick to stop shrinking. He begged whoever might be listening to help him. Jake could feel something happening. It started out small, just a small spark in the back of his mind, but quickly spread until his entire brain felt like it was raging with a cold fire. His shrinking abruptly ground to a halt. Jake breathed a sigh of relief. He was still much smaller than he had been, but at least now he had stopped dwindling.
Jake's cock had stopped shrinking at about eight feet long. It was still huge by any rational standards. It was still longer than his body and wide enough for him to easily rest atop it like a twin sized bed, but it was nowhere near the mountain of cock Jake had had just a minute ago. His new measurements even paled in comparison to what he had accepted as his “small” size.
Jake’s new position gave him a clear view of the new arrivals. Dalton was walking slowly towards Jake while staring intently at his tablet and poking at the screen. “Odd…” Dalton muttered to himself as he continued to try to fiddle with the slider on his screen. He couldn’t figure out why the slider would not go down any lower than it already had.
Sam was following sheepishly behind Dalton. His slower gait was caused by a combination of trepidation and shame and the weight of his own huge wang. Sam’s four footer was slung awkwardly over his shoulder and his huge beach ball sized nuts scraped the ground as he stumbled along. Sam was now worried about what Dalton was capable of. There was a strange sort of twisted genius at work underneath that shaggy mop of sandy brown hair.
Dalton looked up from his tablet as once he got within a few feet of Jake’s humongous dick and he looked up and smiled at Jake. The smile caused Jake’s stomach to turn. There was something about Dalton that just made Jake’s hairs stand on end. He seemed nice enough in general, but he always had this smug air of superiority to him. Dalton’s smugness was almost the polar opposite of Tyler’s. Tyler’s cocky attitude was cute and endearing; everyone knew that Tyler was genuinely a nice guy who was just a bit of a showoff. On the other hand, Dalton was just, well… douchey. He seemed to have this notion that he was morally superior to anyone he met. His pathological infallibility was one of the things that insured that he had no really close friends. People could tolerate him in small doses, but he could quickly grate on your nerves.
Jake and Dalton had a bit of a history. Every time they met Dalton seemed to make a game of trying to get into Jake’s pants. Dalton did that with pretty much every guy he met, but it was a little different with Jake. It had all started about a year or so ago at one of their mutual friend’s birthday parties. Jake had been awkwardly hanging out in the corner while Tyler showboated his way around like the social butterfly he was. Dalton was also making his rounds in the crowd trying to score a quickie or three with any of the gay, bi, or curious guys he could find. There were plenty of sexual repressed teenagers at these functions and the fact that there was not so secretly a fair amount of under-aged drinking going on always seemed to result in Dalton getting drilled at least once during the course of the night.
Jake had been pondering what it would be like to actually have a go with Dalton that night. Jake had already accepted that he was batting for the other team, but still too afraid to admit it openly. Having a go with Dalton would have been the theoretically perfect means of trying it out. It was commonly accepted that going a round with Dalton wasn’t technically considered gay. There was plenty of booze and he was a willing hole, and besides, it seemed like half the guys in school in school had had their way with him.
Jake let his mind wander as it tends to do. He wondered what it would be like. Would Dalton be as hung as the rumors suggested? The reports were a bit mixed here. Some of the “straight” guys would always boast about how much bigger they were than that little fag. They claimed that bottoming suited him well, but the openly gay crowd would lament how big of a shame that that glorious cock was wasted on a bottom.
Jake tried to imagine what Dalton’s cock looked like. It wasn’t too hard to do with the outline of Dalton’s thick meat easily visible through his skin tight khakis. The pants really accentuated his best features. Jake’s eyes kept drifting back and forth between that thick package and that amazing ass. It was a shame about Dalton’s personality or he would actually be quite the catch.
Jake must have been staring too hard because when his eyes eventually pulled themselves away from the thick contours of Dalton’s dick, he realized that Dalton was walking straight towards him with a predatory gleam in his eyes. Jake quickly tried to act like he wasn’t checking Dalton out, but Dalton wasn’t about to let him go so easy.
“Hey, sexy. Like what ya see?” Dalton cooed as he brushed up against Jake; Dalton’s hand slipped down low and caressed Jake’s throbbing erection. Jake’s cover was officially blown. Jake was actually seriously considering throwing caution to the wind and plowing Dalton right then and there. None of the other people at the party would care. It was the perfect chance… but Jake just couldn’t shake the thought that maybe, somehow, word of this would reach his parents. He didn’t know how, but he knew they would find out. Then he would either have to come out or try and play it off as having just been drunk. Somehow neither option seemed like a good idea. If he played drunk he would lose his car, but if he came out he could lose his home.
Jake’s overactive nerves and ability to come to the worst conclusion made short work of his boner. He pushed Dalton off as politely as he could in the situation while stammering “Really. I can’t. I mean. I’m not interested. I’ve got to go. Sorry.” Surprisingly enough, Dalton let Jake get away, but the look in his eyes told Jake that this was just the beginning of their little game.
Sure enough, Dalton made an effort to go out of his way to flirt with Jake at every subsequent event. Jake somehow always managed to be looking at Dalton at the perfect moments. Like Dalton would somehow manage to be stretching at the right moment so that Jake would get to see the entirety of his treasure trail and a little tuft of pubes rising out of low cut of his pants, or Dalton would need to bend over at the exact moment for Jake to get a perfect view of his amazing ass. Every time Dalton did something like this he would flash Jake a sultry grin; his eyes sparkled behind his round frames with the predatory glint of a cat chasing its favorite toy. It had become a bit of a sport to Dalton. He just loved making Jake squirm.
Now Dalton was approaching Jake with that same self satisfied look on his face. He had Jake exactly where he wanted him. Jake was having trouble pulling his eyes away from that fantastic cock swinging between Dalton’s legs. It was amazing as far as rationally proportioned cocks go. Jake could definitely see how Dalton got his reputation.
Dalton could tell that Jake was checking out his equipment and smiled even broader. “Like what you see, Jack? Twelve inches. Long considered to be the holy grail of size queens everywhere. Although, I suppose it must seem pretty small to someone like yourself.” Dalton patted the side of Jake’s massive cock for emphasis as he spoke. Dalton then turned around and leaned back against the side of Jake’s enormous dick and gestured off into the distance. “Although I suppose even yours must seem tiny to something like that.”
Jake turned his head so he could follow Dalton’s gaze. Dalton was right. Tyler’s dick was absolutely colossal compared to both of them. They were staring down the head of the behemoth. The slit stretched hundreds and hundreds of feet up into the air. It was hard for them to tell really just how big it was because the cock vanished into the darkness of the night before they could even see the top. Jake couldn’t help but gawk at the leviathan. All that size should have been his, but here he was reduced down to such meager measurements.
Tyler’s cock was so huge that Jake could easily take up residence inside of it. It would be a nice shelter from the elements, and it would give Jake a front row seat to any waves of cum that might come rocketing out of that geyser. That would be fine with Jake. After they figure out how to turn Tyler’s growth powers back on, Jake would need lots and lots of cum to get him back up to fighting weight.
Dalton on the other hand, still had the same smug expression on his face. “Seems a little excessive, don’t you think?” Dalton said thoughtfully. “Can’t even move like that. Can’t be with his friends. Can’t do anything but lay there and cum. Hardly a way to live, don’t you agree? Why don’t we help him out.” Dalton’s grin spread wider and his lips parted, flashing his neat rows of shiny, white teeth. The Cheshire Cat grin gave Jake the willies.
Jake looked at Dalton and tilted his head a bit in confusion. What was he babbling on about? Help him? With what? How? Jake was vaguely aware of some movement off to the side where Tyler was and so he turned to look. What he saw took him by surprise. Tyler’s giant cock was shrinking fast! The air around it seemed to shimmer and shine as the vast amount of mass dissipated. Down and down Tyler’s cock shrank. What once rivaled the largest structures in the world was soon the length of a train, and then the length of a submarine. It continued to shrink as Jake watched on in helpless shock. Soon the entirety of the fallen giant was swallowed by the darkness.
Jake and Dalton continued to wait in silence until Tyler finally staggered towards them out of the darkness. Jake couldn’t tell how big Tyler’s cock was anymore, in fact, he couldn’t see it at all. Tyler was able to cover his shame with just his left hand.
“And here’s the man of the hour himself.” Dalton introduced Tyler dramatically. As Tyler trudged closer, Jake could see that his cheeks were flush with embarrassment. Dalton gave a mocking whistle of awe as Tyler got close. With a smug smile a nod Dalton spoke to Tyler. “Check out those factory defaults. Four and a half inches? It’s no wonder you wanted this power.”
Tyler turned another shade of red, but this time out of anger. He didn’t know who this douchebag was, but he was somehow responsible for Tyler losing everything. Tyler balled his free hand into a fist and prepared to smack that cocky smile clean off his tooly face, but he froze in his tracks as he felt another tingling down below.
Dalton made a quick poke on his pad and then held up his hands in a motion to placate the angry young athlete. “Woah, woah, hold on there. I’m on your side. You should be happy. After all, I just saved you from a lifetime of being stuck as a small spec on that bulbous mass you call a cock.” Dalton seemed amiable enough, but then his voice darkened. There was an obvious menacing tone in his next statement. “And it’s in your best interest to stay on my good side.” Dalton nodded towards Tyler’s covered dick.
Tyler could feel his stomach churning, but he had to see for himself. He tilted his hand back enough so that he could see the remnants of his once proud dick. He was hung like a squirrel. His twig and berries were downgraded a sprig of holly. His dick probably wouldn’t even cap out at two inches fully hard. Tyler’s heart sank, and he lowered his fist in defeat.
“I knew you’d see things my way.” Dalton beamed smugly as he looked at Tyler. Dalton was completely sure in his victory, and Tyler could do nothing but sulk dejectedly. “Now don’t look at me like a kicked puppy. I’ll tell you what. I’ll even sweeten the pot.” Dalton made a quick poke or two at his tablet, and almost instantly Tyler could feel his cock growing again.
Tyler looked down and saw that his dick had indeed grown some. Not a lot, but definitely better than what he used to have. “Seven inches.” Dalton confirmed. “See? It pays to play nice. You be good to me and I can be very good to you.” Dalton started off sounding cheery, but his voice darkened again. “But don’t even think about trying to steal my pad. I’d hate to think of what would happen if this were to somehow break after I had already managed to delete that little tadger of yours.”
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“Time out, Annie!”
“Hm? Don’t you even consider ending this on a tie, Minnie,” Anabel yelled, “I know where you live!”
Though Minerva couldn’t resist flashing a momentary “I told you so” smile in her daughter’s direction, she didn’t labor the point otherwise. She marched over to Justine and snatched her racket from her hand. After a brief inspection, she shook her head.
“I told you to loosen your strings for this court, Justine,” Minerva performatively scolded.
“What? No, you di—” Justine suddenly realized her meaning as she desperately kept her legs pinned together, “Oh, right! I—… I forgot…”
“Well, hurry up!” Minerva shooed her daughter away from the court, “You remember how to do it, right?”
“Yes!” Justine blurted out, already making a beeline back to the locker room, “I’ll be right back!”
…
“Fuck…” Justine cursed through her teeth, a condom wrapper held between them as she worked at freeing her cock from the uncomfortable-bordering-on-painful confines of her shorts. They didn’t even make it to the ground before her hand gripped the base of her cock and rolled the rubber over.
Justine began to stroke furiously. For a few seconds, she didn’t even open her eyes. Familiar fantasies and favorite porn scenes flashed through her mind, the salacious sights and sensations spurring her on. That’s when she felt it. A surge traveled through her body like she had put a finger in a light socket—down her chest, through her tummy, and finally came to rest in her aching balls.
Her medicine had worn off completely… and the feeling of pop rocks crackling inside her testes told her that her problem was about to get a lot bigger.
Her conscious restraint began to fade as she started to massage her lightly swelling nuts in time with her strokes, slowly making her way onto her back as she kicked off her shorts. As the warm water from the shower flowed over her, the true culprits of this overflow of lust began to invade her usual mental movies.
“You didn’t take your medicine!? Oh, god… that looks painful!” Elaine gasped in her head and revealed a duet of hypnotic handfuls from the concealment of her top, “Will this help? I mean… if you like looking…”
Another tingly explosion inside her nuts made her hips buck as the milky skin of Elaine’s untanned pussy flashed into her mind.
“H—how about this? You… do like girls, right?” The fantasy Elaine blushed, spreading her pussy as she leaned back against the wall for balance, “I spend a lot of time practicing… outdoors you know… so I’ve got some tan lines. Please don’t laugh, okay?”
Justine’s tongue fell out of her head as she nodded, enticing this fantasy Elaine to continue.
“M—maybe… I don’t know if it’ll fit, but… you can try to put it in—Ohhh gooddd~”
Justine slammed her hips up into her grip as she fantasized about slamming balls deep into Elaine’s tight hole. Elaine arched her back as she moaned, accentuating the tiny bump just below her belly button. Another surge of lust came at the sight of her cock poking a bump into Elaine’s perfectly toned stomach. She thrust into her hands, stroking like mad as her fantasy cock fucked the shy athlete in every way she could imagine—and Justine grew very creative at times such as these.
Her nuts churned a final time and began to ascend.
“I—…it’s probably safe, so—”
Even in Justine’s lascivious fantasy, Elaine didn’t have the chance to finish her sentence. Justine pushed her cock all the way in and shot it full.
Her release bloated the rubber like a latex balloon with thick, distending spurts as Justine smashed her pelvis against her fist. Only her shoulders and the tips of her toes touched the ground, her back arched in a rapturous, spasming climax. Moans echoed through the empty locker room—her restraint and shame eroded to the point of nonresistance by surging, overwhelming lust.
Justine covered her face with her off-hand, sighing heavily as she milked the last bit of runoff from her under-vein and into the dangerously bloated condom. She shook her head with an embarrassed squint in her eyes as her post-nut clarity turned her fantasy from a sizzling hot daydream into an embarrassingly indulgent bit of sleaze.
She couldn’t even get through a single set without eye-fucking her opponent until she literally couldn’t control herself. Justine covered her face with her other hand, fuming. She tried to tell herself that it wasn’t a big deal; it wasn’t like she had hurt anyone.
Even still, her condition made her feel like such a sex pest. It was why she had been such a shut-in for most of her teenage and young adult life. No matter how careful she was, it would always break through. Whether she forgot a dose, or just had an unexpectedly intense flare-up, she would always find herself trapped in a conversation with someone that she could not stop undressing in her mind—no matter how hard she tried.
Truthfully, she usually handled these situations rather well, all things considered, but her anxiety wouldn’t allow her to see it that way. No, in her mind, they could see it. In her eyes. In her body language. In her suspiciously clenched thighs. Her utterly concupiscent mental pictures may as well have been projected onto her rapidly perspiring face. They could see Justine turning them into obscene caricatures of themselves to properly suit whatever fetish suited her ravenous libido’s desires.
Then she would make up an excuse to leave. When they would call or text her, she would be too mortified to answer. Eventually, they would stop calling.
Trying to recover from her spiral, Justine posed to herself that it could’ve been worse. After all, Elaine was the type of girl that could drive most woman-loving libidos insane. She wasn’t being weird about it or anything. They were the same age, Elaine was exactly her type, and they had gotten along…relatively well in their short interaction. Add in her condition, and it sort of made sense.
And it wasn’t surprising, looking at Elaine’s mother. She had to be in her mid-forties at least, but Anabel was like royalty in every sense of the word. The shift in her figure past motherhood put the extra weight in all the right places. Her breasts were comfortably the size of small melons, and she no doubt had a very expensive sports bra to keep them compressed and supported enough to play.
Justine’s eyes shot open as she felt another ticklish crackle bubbling down in the dregs of her stewing cum tanks. Desperately, she tried to think of something—anything to take her mind away… but to no avail.
“Oh? What size are they?” Anabel put a finger to the cute dimple on her cheek, grinning sweetly as she looked to the sky to consider, “Hmm… how about you guess, dear?”
Anabel’s eyes lidded as she bit her perfect, crimson lip and rolled her sticky, sweaty t-shirt up to her chest. Stopping only for a moment to hook her perfectly manicured nails under the elastic of her bra, she lifted… and lifted… and lifted…
Justine pinched the base of her cock as she felt it surge to life, desperately trying to banish the sporty MILFs glistening, voluminous underboob from her mind’s eye. She curled her toes and sat up, resisting climax with every muscle in her body as her nuts churned and boiled with a freshly-cooked load that threatened to burst forth at any second.
The elastic had finally stretched too thin to contain the tsunami of sun-kissed, milk-swollen, pillow-soft breasts that spilled through. The tumultuous flesh rippled lewdly as Anabel’s oh-so-suckable nipples and sweet pink areolas flowed from containment and took their rightful place at the lead of her gargantuan milkers.
Justine’s nuts rapidly grew another centimeter in diameter just before her scrotum clenched them so tight against her body as to cause a jolt of pain. Her grip loosened for only an instant, but that was all it took. Justine screamed, at first in shock and discomfort. The rolled band shot up her shaft as a veritable deluge of thick, viscous spooge distended the rest of the overwhelmed latex barrier, the relentless jet of her release creating a swirling, sloshing current within. Justine briefly panicked, but it was too late. A hole became a tear, one tear became many, and the poor little condom was shortly obliterated by the twisting whirlpool of opaque white jism. The fat gob it had formerly contained splashed down onto the shower floor, coating Justine’s legs and tummy. She covered her mouth to stifle herself, inadvertently slathering her face with her own cum.
Justine’s eyes rolled back as the salty, slimy facial crawled around on her tastebuds, the heavy scent overwhelming her nostrils, provoking her mind to remix the lewd fantasy.
“Look at this mess! Young lady, you clean this up right now!” Anabel scolded, Justine’s sizable cock barely peeking out from between the MILF’s titanic breasts. Rope after rope of salty milk shot into Justine’s face from her throbbing cock as Anabel directed the business end of it toward her. Anabel had held her head in place until it was clear that Justine wouldn’t dare disobey, dutifully accepting the self-facial with an open mouth and eager tongue.
Another explosion ripped forth as Justine’s eyelids began to fall, a thick rope of cum striping the shower wall just before she fell onto her back—deep, satiated breaths reaching her ears in the darkness behind her closed eyelids… |
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Tyler staggered the last few feet to finally reach Jake. Jake was still too lost in the throes of his growth to even comprehend anything that was going on around him. Tyler let out a sigh of mixed relief and exhaustion and flopped down next to his lover. The muscular blonde was too tired to try and wake Jake yet, and besides, the brown haired beauty had wanted this for so long; Tyler felt that he could let Jake have a little more fun before being snapped back to reality.
Tyler rested his head against Jake’s shoulder, and the two of them lay like that while Tyler caught his breath and let his weary muscles recover at least a little from their harrowing ordeal. As the shorter boy nestled up against his tall lover, he could see Dalton still scurrying away in the distance. The shaggy hipster was so far away that he looked like a small spec on the horizon. Tyler chuckled to himself as he thought about how comical it looked. The awkward shifting path that Dalton was staggering off in made his retreat look like something out of an old cartoon; in fact, Tyler could swear he heard the Merry Melodies theme playing as Dalton disappeared into the horizon.
Tyler smirked a little as he thought about it. Jake had grown so large that he couldn’t even see the other end of it. Jake’s member continued on in front of them for what seemed like forever. There was no denying it. Jake was huge. There was no easy way to judge just how huge, but Tyler’s ears were popping from the gradual change in altitude. The air was beginning to thin out a bit which just served to make it take even longer for Tyler to catch his breath.
It was beginning to get really cold where they were, and Tyler was completely naked. He flung an arm over Jake’s shoulder and pulled his boyfriend in closer to try and snuggle up and share some warmth but it wasn’t helping to warm him up much. The shrinkage had already set in for Tyler. He would have preferred it if this had happened earlier when he was having to drag all that junk along with him, but Tyler was glad to be a bit smaller in the front now. It made it a lot easier for him to cuddle up closer to Jake.
A thought crossed Tyler’s mind as he shivered from the cold. What if Jake had experienced a bit of shrinkage while he had been growing? What if the monolithic mass of cock sprawled out for what seemed like miles was just a fraction of Jake’s true size now. Tyler felt another shiver run down his spine, but maybe the rain, wasn’t really to blame.
Tyler figured it was probably time to stop letting sleeping dongs lie. Using his free hand, Tyler poked Jake’s cheek. “Yo. Wake up!” Jake showed no sign of waking up, or any sign of even noticing being poked for that matter. Jake had always been a sound sleeper, though, so this was not really unexpected. Tyler pushed his finger into Jake’s cheek harder and twisted back and forth. Tyler had used this method to wake Jake up many timed before, and indeed, it was showing signs of working. Jake let out a low groan and absent mindedly swatted away Tyler’s hand.
This poking method was actually not Tyler’s favorite wake up routine. He far preferred to grab Jake’s ankles and drag him out of bed like Mario tossing Bowser, but seeing as Jake was physically attached to the floating continent of cock they were riding, that option seemed a little far flung.
Seeing a reaction from Jake just spurred Tyler on. He began poking his boyfriend’s cheek rapidly while he continued to chant “wakeupwakeupwakeupwakup!” Jake’s eyes fluttered open as he made a grab for Tyler’s hand. His movement was sluggish and awkward, but he managed to grab a hold of Tyler’s hand. This was mostly due to Tyler intentionally maneuvering his hand into Jake’s line of fire rather than any secret blind monk skills Jake may or may not have.
Tyler could see that even though Jake’s eyes were open, the tall boy wouldn’t really classify as being awake; Jake was still completely out of it. Jake’s glowing blue eyes looked roughly in Tyler’s direction but showed no sign of recognition. Jake’ trance seemed to be a bit more than your average afternoon power coma and would take even more to snap him out of it. Tyler had already planned on this though, which is why he let Jake catch him.
Tyler twisted his hand around that was caught in Jake’s loose grasp, and quickly turned the tables. Tyler now had a firm grasp of Jake’s wrist and yanked it towards him. The momentum dragged the rest of Jake’s body towards him. In one deft movement Tyler slid in closer and pulled Jake in for a long passionate kiss smack on the lips. Jake’s eyes widened in shock and the electric blue haze lifted from his eyes.
Jake was confused. He didn’t know where he was or what he was doing. He was twisted in a really awkward position, and wherever he was it cold as balls. It seemed like really good weather to wear a jacket or, well, anything for that matter. At least whatever the soft surface he was lying on was nice and warm. The fog from his eyes seemed to clear and he could see again. He was face to face with Tyler; quite literally, actually. He could feel his muscular little blonde lover’s lips pressed right up against his, but he had no memory of how he had gotten there. Jake decided to not worry over the details, though. If he was with Tyler then he knew he was safe. Jake relaxed and returned the kiss.
A few minutes later, Tyler finally broke the embrace and smiled at Jake. “Welcome back, cutey.” Tyler said as he somehow managed to smile even wider.
Jake looked completely bewildered. “Welcome back? Where was I?” Jake asked, obviously still completely clueless as to what had been happening around him.
“Beyond infinity.” Tyler replied in as cheesy a voice as he could muster. Then his voice returned to normal as he continued, “Well, maybe not that big yet, but you sure got close.” Tyler nodded to the vast expanse of cock the spread out in all directions.
Jake gasped in shock and awe. “Is this all mine?” Jake looked around to survey his recent growth. He could not believe how huge he was now. He was probably rivaling Tyler’s old size by now, and judging by how cold it was outside, Jake doubted this was even his true size. His cock began to inflate some more, but this time it was purely a result of his arousal and not any alien space magics. “I never dreamed that Dalton would grow me this big.” Jake said this more to himself than to Tyler. The goofy grin on his face made it obvious that he was very pleased with how things turned out.
“Yeah. I don’t think he did either.” Tyler replied and then broke out into uproarious laughter. Jake looked at him, obviously completely confused. Tyler could tell that Jake was completely baffled and so he tried to bring Jake up to speed once he finally managed to bring his laughter under control. “Ok. So Dalton didn’t do this… You did.”
“Whaaaaa?” came Jake’s incredulous reply.
“Did you pay any attention to what Dalton was saying while he was off on his evil genius speech?” Tyler waited for Jake’s response before continuing. Jake just slowly shook his head no. Tyler rolled his eyes and continued his explanation. “Short version is, he said that we have nanites in our bodies now. What this means it that we hav-“
“Oh. I know what nanites are. Nano machines, right?” Jake cut in.
Tyler raised an eyebrow at Jake and then continued. “Yeah. They are making us change. They apparently communicate with some sort of psychic hive mind thing.”
“If they have a psychic hive mind then they aren’t really communicating at all. At least not in the sense we are used to thinking about it. They basically all function using the same shared consciousness, but are acting independently.” Jake explained thoughtfully.
“God. Shut up, you nerd. Do you want me to explain this or not?” Tyler chided jokingly. Jake furrowed his brow and bit his lip in response. Tyler took that as his cue to continue. “Yeah well, they can receive psychic orders to do their job; grow, shrink, the whole ball of nine yards. Well, Dalton found a way to issue those orders on his iPad, but let’s just say that his big mouth was his downfall. He mentioned the whole psychic aspect, and we just so happen to have quite possibly the strongest psychic on Earth!” Tyler explained. He beamed with pride as he mentioned the last bit.
Jake eyes went wide with amazement. “wow, no offense, but you didn’t strike m as the type.”
Tyler playfully punched Jake in the arm. “Not me, you dork!”
Jake once again got thoughtful as he recited a random bit of trivia he had just been reminded of. “Oh, hey. Did you know that dork actually means whale penis?”
“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply that you were a little lacking downstairs.” Tyler responded and then busted out laughing. Jake was initially confused, but as soon as he understood the joke he started blushing. Tyler managed to rein in his laughter and continue. “I was talking about you. Remember the other day when I told you that your psychic waves were so strong the Geno could hear them from space? Well, it turns out you easily overpowered Dalton’s little gizmo. I knew ya could do it.”
Jake’s was starting to come back to him. “Wait, so you intentionally pissed off Dalton because you knew I could stop him?” he asked amazed.
“Well, I knew you could, but I wasn’t sure if you’d figure it out in time. I bet a lot on you coming through for me.” Tyler leaned in and gave Jake a quick peck on he cheek to show his appreciation.
“What? Why? I… I didn’t even know I did that… I didn’t even know I could. Why would you bet so much on me?” Jake stammered.
“Because I have faith in you, and I would rather not be slave to the whims of an egomaniac with a fancy tablet.” Tyler beamed at Jake as he explained. “So, it turns out you had the power to control this all along.”
“You mean I can get bigger?” Jake said, the excitement was obvious in his voice and in the twitching of his mountainous cock.
“… Or you can get smaller.” Tyler commented. “What’s your fascination with getting huge anyway? I mean, it’s fun, but do you really need to get bigger?”
Jake blushed a little and turned his eyes downward. “Sorry. It’s stupid.” Jake slowly managed to bring his eyes back up to meet Tyler’s, and realized that Tyler was still waiting for an answer.
“Well, how can I put it? You already know how amazing it feels, but there is more to it than that. I have tried to hide who I am my entire life. As I started to get bigger I was afraid because I could no longer hide away in the crowd like I wanted to, but as I went on, I started to like it. The looks people gave me, even the bad ones. I was special. I was important… I don’t want to be invisible anymore.”
“Invisible?” Tyler had a bemused smile on his face, but there was some hurt in his eyes. “There’s a big difference between being visible and being large enough to be seen from several miles away.” Tyler pulled Jake in tighter. “You never really were invisible, you know. I’ve noticed you for years.”
Jake averted his eyes from Tyler’s. “That doesn’t count. You’ve known me since we were kids.” He said dejectedly.
Tyler wasn’t about to let Jake slink into self pity mode. “It wasn’t just me. You’ve been getting looks long before this happened. You wouldn’t let yourself see them, but I sure did. You got as many glances as I did whenever we went out.”
Jake sighed and turned away from Tyler and lied down. Jake couldn’t really turn his waist at all since they were both lying atop his gigantic nuts, but he repositioned himself so that he was resting his head on his arm looking away from Tyler. “Yeah. They were probably all wondering what that dweeb was doing with such a cool guy.”
Tyler wasn’t about to let Jake get away from him that easy. The muscular blonde slid over so that he was now lying on top of Jake; his head was turned so that his ear was resting against Jake’s back right between his shoulder blades and his arms were wrapped tightly around Jake’s midsection. “If anything they were wondering what that short shit was doing with such a beauty.”
Jake fidgeted a bit. He didn’t like the way Tyler was talking about himself. Sure, Tyler was a little on the short side, but that was part of his charm, too. Jake actually found Tyler’s size extremely cute. “Don’t talk like that. So you’re a little bit shorter than me. You’ve got so much going for you. You’re such a great friend, a lot of fun to be around, and I guess being there’s that whole being smokin’ hot thing, too.”
“Exactly.” Tyler hugged Jake tighter and then continued. “Didn’t like what you were hearing did you? It’s so easy to focus on the negative and overlook all the good. I hate it when you’re so down on yourself. You’re a total looker. You just refuse to see it.”
Jake had seen himself in the mirror many times before. He could safely say he was not at all a looker. He was gangly and gaunt. He had these goofy looking fat lips. His hair was a nightmare. He honestly could not figure out what Tyler saw in him.
Tyler could tell the wheels in Jake’s head were turning, and so he decided to help get his boyfriend’s self-esteem back where it belonged. “What is it that you don’t like I wonder? Do you think you’re too skinny? I think you’re slender build is sexy, but give me a month and I can help you get a little definition on that hot bod of yours. How about your face? You have those deep soulful blue eyes and those full luscious lips. I know you try and hide your smile. When something makes you happy you try and fight your smile which just ends up causing you to have this adorable little crooked half smirk. Oh, and your hair. It’s been weeks since it was combed and even longer since it was cut, but it frames your face nicely. It’s cute now, but if you spent even just a few minutes on it, you could get yourself a super sexy ‘do.”
Jake listened to Tyler enumerate the things that he liked about Jake. Jake was blushing and trying very hard to hide it. Fortunately for him Tyler couldn’t seem his face well in their positions. He wondered how much of this Tyler meant. Just a little bit of it? All of it? Was Tyler just trying to make Jake feel better? That sounds like something Tyler would do, but then again, the boy was a shitty liar. Jake could feel himself blushing redder; his face was warm, and his stomach filled with butterflies. Jake didn’t have too much time to think about it because he was snapped back to reality when he felt Tyler squeeze his butt firmly. “And what an ass! Seriously dude, you got an amazingly hot bubble butt. Do you have any idea how many squats and lunges I had to do to even get an ass? I had nothing back there to begin with. Just imagine how huge yours would be if you start gyming it up with me.” Jake didn’t need to second guess Tyler’s most recent compliment. The two feet of Tyler’s rock hard cock digging into his back made it perfectly clear that Tyler was being honest.
Jake was still silent. He was having a hard time arguing with Tyler… like always; especially considering the solid evidence that Tyler was sporting. He just didn’t know what to say. Fortunately, he didn’t need to speak. Tyler was more than happy to keep going. “Now, here’s my point. You say you were invisible, but I say nay nay. You didn’t let yourself see the looks people gave you. You convinced yourself that no one would look your way. I bet you even thought it was better that way. Then things went crazy a few days ago. You already said you were worried about the looks you would get. I posit that you already were getting all those looks; you just tuned them out. The growth forced you to notice people noticing you, and you know what?” Tyler shifted himself forward a bit so that his mouth was right up next to Jake’s ear and whispered in a sing-song voice. “You liiiked it.”
Jake went beat red again, but this time Tyler was in a position to clearly see it. Jake could see Tyler’s face out of the corner of his eye. Is blonde lover was grinning from ear to ear; obviously he was convinced that he was correct, and Jake could not argue otherwise. Jake sighed and tried to bury his face in his arm. Tyler ruffled Jake’s hair and then continued his speech. “Knowing you, I bet you thought your dick was the only reason they were checking you out. I gotta admit, it’s an amazing dick, but there’s so much more to you than that.” Tyler chuckled to himself a bit as he surveyed his surroundings. “Metaphorically speaking.”
Jake sighed. “So what you’re telling me is that I need to shrink back down…”
Jake was not expecting Tyler to respond in the way he did. “What? Hell no, dude! You’ve got an amazing cock right now, and you deserve it! If you want to be big, be huge.” Tyler quieted down a bit and moved so that his mouth was once again close to Jake’s ear. He then spoke softly and sensually, “That said… Tomorrow is the last day of school, and that movie you’ve been dying to see is having a big midnight release. I would love it if you could get yourself down enough that you can get into the theater.”
Jake grumbled a bit at this. He hated to admit it, but Tyler was right. Jake really did want to see that movie… Maybe not enough to give up his colossal godcock, but he did really want to see it. What Tyler said next, though, caused Jake’s breath to catch in his throat and his heart skip a beat. “And besides, it’d be really silly for me to go alone on our first official date.” That sealed it. There was no way in hell Jake was skipping that movie.
Jake sighed. “If you put it that way, then there’s no way I can say no. I guess that means I should start packing up…”
Tyler gave Jake a quick peck on the cheek. “Great! It’s a date then! But there’s really no rush. We’ve got all night, after all, and I was thinking you might want a little practice first.”
Jake raised an eyebrow and tried to look questioningly back at Tyler. “Practice?”
“Yeah. I kind of used Sam to catch up to you… If you could shrink him down to a more manageable size before he has a full on panic attack, that’d probably be best.”
Jake thought about it for a moment and then replied. “How do I do that anyway? I mean, I can’t even see him to focus on.”
“Dude, don’t ask me. You’re the one with the mind magicks. You should be able to feel him, though. He was smashed up against the size of your mondo dong when I left him. Try focusing on that.”
Jake laughed. “Is that what that is? I thought I had gotten so big I had bumped into the jeep.”
“Dude. Harsh.” Tyler responded. “He’s at least a 747.” Tyler and Jake both shared a laugh at that. Then Jake began focusing his thoughts on that object that was wedged up against his monolithic dick. The image of Sam and his dick formed in his head. Tyler’s estimate of the size of a 747 was a bit small. Sam’s humongous dick easily dwarfed even the largest jetliners out there. It would even give the Titanic a run for its money, and as huge as it was, it was but fraction of Jake’s current size. Jake felt his cock twitch with pride. Jake managed to stifle his arousal for the time being and focus his thoughts on Sam.
Sam was stuck in one of the strangest situations he had ever been in in his life, and given the way the past few days had played out, that was saying a lot. He was stuck atop his own several hundred foot long schlong. Sadly, this wasn’t the strange part. If anything, that was par for the course for him, these days. The way things got weird is that his cock was bumped up against his pal’s even larger dick; a dick that had been steadily growing for awhile now. The growth had finally stopped a minute ago, and not a moment too soon. The steady outward expansion of Jake’s measurements had caused Sam’s titanic cock to begin to roll over. Sam was currently gripping onto the skin of his shaft to keep himself from sliding off. It was still relatively easy to keep himself upright at his current forty five degree angle, but if he had been rolled much farther, then he would have run the risk of falling. Sam wasn’t sure if it would even hurt to be stuck hanging upside down, suspended from his own gigantic ballsack, but he hoped to never have to find out.
Sam gasped as he felt a familiar feeling course through him. At first he was afraid that he was growing, but it quickly became apparent that the opposite was true. Had Tyler succeeded and was restoring Sam? Or was this once again just Dalton being a power crazed nutbunny. Either way, Sam was glad to be going down instead of up.
Sam’s shrinking finally slowed to a halt, and he stood up to survey his new size. His dick was still plenty long; longer than his legs, in fact, but not by much. Sam had a little more than a foot of cock resting on the ground as he was standing up. Sam was ecstatic. He was mostly mobile at this size. He even began to do a little victory jig to celebrate. Sam did a quick spin, but the momentum of his massive four footer knocked him off balance. He lost his footing, hit the ground, and slid for a few feet in the muck. This did nothing to dampen Sam’s spirits, though. He just continued to laugh as he lay there in slimy slurry of mud and cum.
Jake wiped the sweat from his brow. He couldn’t tell how small he had managed to make Sam, but he could definitely feel the change. For one thing, Sam was no longer pressed up against the side of his dick any more. Jake’s mind was exhausted. He was surprised at how much exertion it took to shrink Sam down, but then again, if Tyler was to be believed, and Jake had no reason to believe otherwise, then Jake had been subconsciously growing himself for awhile now. That probably took a lot out of him. Whatever the reason, Jake needed to give him brain a rest for a bit before he gave himself a migraine. “Holy headaches, Batman. I need to hold off on any more of that for a bit.”
Tyler grinned and responded. “Good, I didn’t want you to shrink down just yet anyway.”
“Hmm?” Jake raised an eyebrow and tried to look back at Tyler questioningly.
“well, now that you’re this size, and I’m here with you, we might as well enjoy it.” Jake couldn’t really see Tyler’s face, but he could tell by the tone of the blonde’s voice that Tyler had that lascivious grin on his face again. Jake had that look committed to memory, and even just the memory of it was enough to get him aroused. “I’m going to ream you so hard that you’ll never want to stop cumming. The entire Earth will shudder as I bring this continent you call a cock to climax. The entire hemisphere will know just how hard I rode you.”
Jake could only whimper in reply. He hadn’t had a backdoor lover in days, and that is like decades in teen years. Even worse, he had only done it once with the love of his life. Jake couldn’t wait to be plugged like that again. Fortunately he didn’t have to wait long at all. Within seconds, Tyler’s two feet of Team Ramrod was reporting for duty. Jake could feel the thick, round head of Tyler’s cock pressed up against his eager hole. He inhaled sharply as the long shaft slowly began to sink into him inch after inch. He felt Tyler’s massive nuts slap up against him; signaling that he had successfully taken the monster. Tyler’s cock was even more massive than the last time that Jake had taken it, but not by much. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jake was already thinking that he can fix that.
Dalton had been running for what seemed like forever. He was tired, and sore, and out of places to run. He had run so far that he had actually reached the tip of Jake’s monstrous cock. Dalton had never felt so tiny in his life. Even the little lip of the mushroom-like head was over ten feet off the ground, and Jake wasn’t even aroused at the moment. Dalton took a deep breath and jumped with all his might. He managed to catch the edge and pull himself up. Dalton had no idea what he was hoping to find here, but he hoped that somehow he would find a way down. As Dalton looked around, he felt even smaller; he was but a spec on the tip of some dude’s cock. He had nowhere to run and no way down. Dalton collapsed right there out of a combination of exhaustion and defeat.
Dalton lay there for a while; catching his breath and wallowing in self pity, but he was snapped awake by a strange sensation. It was as if the ground beneath him was breathing. Dalton got up and looked around. The head of Jake’s cock was swelling up. Jake was seriously aroused, and Dalton was seriously screwed. Dalton tried to run back to the shaft, but quickly changed his mind as the head began to lift into the air. Jake’s natural backswing was causing the angle to get steadily steeper as his dick got harder. Dalton had no choice but to climb farther up if he wanted to get trough this.
Once Tyler got his entire cock rammed deep inside of Jake, he held it there for a moment. He loved the feeling of having every inch of his dick surrounded by his lover’s body, and he knew Jake loved having it shoved that deep within. Tyler then began slowly pulling out. He could feel Jake’s insides gripping his shaft tightly as he slid out. Tyler was in no rush. He had wanted this for so long. Sure, they had all been having a lot o sex the past few days, but it is different to be doing it with the one you love. Tyler settled into a rotation of thrusting in and pulling back out; each pass, Tyler steadily got faster and faster.
Jake’s mind was already fogging over. He had wanted this for days as well, and Tyler did not disappoint. With each thrust Tyler moved faster and hit deeper. Tyler’s dick was so large and so thick that it easily hit all of Jake’s sweet spots with each pass. Somewhere in a corner of Jake’s mind that was still coherent, he was wondering just how great it would feel if Tyler was even bigger. Jake didn’t have to wonder for long. Almost instantly he could feel Tyler’s already massive cock stretching him wider and slamming deeper. Jake could do nothing but moan in pleasure as he wished for more.
Tyler couldn’t see Jake’s eyes from his position, but he figured they were probably glowing right about now. He could feel Jake’s body shifting to accommodate the ever expanding cock within him. Tyler was ready to pull out the second it sounded like he was getting too big for Jake, but judging by the loud, orgasmic moans coming from his boyfriend, he figured it would be a while yet before he reached that point.
Dalton had scrambled up to almost the very top of Jake’s cock head in order to stay ahead of the increasingly steep incline. Judging from how flared out the spongy tip was and the steady waterfall of pre pouring from the canyon sized slit, Dalton figured Jake was as hard as he was going to get. The area that Dalton was on was relatively horizontal, and so he felt to the ground and braced himself while he waited out the storm.
Tyler continued his steady thrusts. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he could almost see the outline of his cock in his lover’s skinny body. Tyler didn’t see why not, since he could already see many of the other bones in Jake’s body.
Both of the lovers were ready to blow, but neither one wanted this to end yet. They struggled to hold back to flood of spooge as long as they could. When finally both of their resolves were spent, they fired in unison. Jake could feel all the warm cum flowing into him. It had been far too long since he had been flooded like this, and he could already tell this would be one for the record book. In a matter of seconds, Jake felt like ever possible inch of his body was filled with cum, and yet more and more was being pumped into him from Tyler’s beach ball sized balls. The excess spunk was leaking out of his blown out hole. Jake didn’t want to waste even a drop of his lover’s seed. All he could think of was how he needed it all within him.
Tyler could feel another wave of warmth wash over him, and he knew exactly what was happening. Tyler saw the look of lust in Jake’s eyes when he had filled Dalton up like a water balloon, and now that Jake had the chance to have it done to him, he was not going to miss out.
With nowhere left to go, all the incoming jizz started to spill into Jake’s stomach. Jake’s belly began to distend as all the spooge started to flood into it. It felt amazing. Jake hadn’t even imagined it could feel so great, he just didn’t want to be one upped by the asshole who had ridden his boyfriend in front of him while he was powerless to act. Somewhere in the back of Jake’s mind he wondered just what had happened to that guy, but the thought quickly vanished; it wasn’t really important, and Jake was enjoying the sex far too much to care.
Dalton could feel the ground beneath him shudder. Jake’s titanic cock was bucking liked a bronco at a rodeo, and Dalton was stuck holding on for dear life. Any second now the geyser was going to blow. Dalton watched in awe as Jake’s massive crevasse spread wider and a monumental blast of cum shot forth. Dalton watched in awe as the fleshy volcano spewed forth liquid hot jizz into the air. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as if he was watching it on Discovery Channel. Dalton couldn’t even tilt his head back far enough to see just how high the spunk flew up into the air.
Jake fired heavy salvo after heavy salvo of warm spunk across the country side. Each shot seemingly bigger and thicker than the last. Jake could barely even breath the orgasm was so intense. He had hundreds and hundreds of feet of cock, and it would not surprise him at all if he had far surpassed the thousand foot mark. He had to be close to Tyler’s previous max size if not over. Each of his colossal balls could hold a small ocean’s worth of cum in them, and they were both draining and refilling endlessly as Jake flooded the countryside. Some small part of Jake’s brain that was still coherent hoped that they were far enough outside of town that he wouldn’t cause any serious property damage. They were quite a few miles away from the nearest houses after all. Yet at the same time, the thought of dumping so much cum that it created a lake several square miles wide made him even hornier.
Jake’s belly had long since filled up, and the excess spunk had begun dripping out of his mouth. Jake didn’t really eat that much on a regular basis, and so his stomach didn’t have near the elasticity of some of the other guys there. He only had a small pot belly instead of the ballooned out beach ball that Tyler and Dalton had had. Jake was a little jealous, but at the same time he knew that he would have plenty of time to work his way up to that size. He already knew he would be doing this a lot more in the days to cum.
Tyler was finally running out of steam. He had come so much that he had filled every imaginable nook and cranny of Jake’s body, and had continued to pump more. The huge puddle of excess spooge flooded the surrounding area. The two lovers were making out in a shallow pond of jizz that was nestled between Jake’s mountain sized balls. The whole situation was so surreal and yet so hot. Tyler had finally stopped cumming and flopped over onto Jake’s back while hugging the lanky boy tightly. “Yeah. I can totally get used to that.”
“Me too.” Jake agreed as he rubbed his distended belly. His own blasts had been slowly weakening as well. Soon his cum had completely stopped. Jake placed his hands over Tyler’s as the two boys basked together in the after glow. Jake wished he could turn around and look at Tyler, but his cock was far too big for him to be able to turn over and Tyler still had his big, soft dick buried deep within Jake. For now, Jake would have to be content with spooning.
Dalton had been holding on for dear life while Jake had sprayed the fields with seed, but now that the torrent of jizz had subsided, he was too tired to move. Dalton figured he was safe enough where he was for now, but as Jake’s cock deflated and returned to its fully horizontal position, he realized just how wrong he was. Dalton quickly realized that his current position was going to be nearly impossible to hold onto once Jake’s cock came back to its rest position, but he had waited too long to try and escape. In a matter of seconds, Dalton was on a nearly vertical incline. Jake’s cock had been splattered with bits of cum as it gushed, and now much of the skin was slick and slimy. Dalton tried to stop himself from falling, but there was nothing for him to grab on to. He continued to slide and slide right in to the grand canyon of Jake’s cock. Dalton made one last attempt to grab on to the edge before he fell into the abyss.
Jake and Tyler were blissfully oblivious to what was going on at the other end of Jake’s mountainous cock. Jake didn’t even know that Dalton had been stranded up there with them, and Tyler had conveniently forgotten.
Dalton fell and fell for what felt like hours. He was sure that this was the end. There was no way he could survive a fall from such an extreme height. Maybe he was already dead. This endless fall into the dark abyss seemed a lot like Bill and Ted’s trip to the underworld. If he was already dead, at least it hadn’t hurt. Somehow, the knowledge that it was all over for him gave him a strange sense of calm. His life flashed before his eyes. Dalton watched it all, and hated what he saw. His life was an endless stream of total dick moves that he had explained away with spotty logic and a pathological sense of infallibility. He found himself wishing that things were different. He didn’t pray for someone to save him or that somehow he might survive this. He wished that he had been a better person. The clarity that certain death had afforded him made it all painfully clear to him. He had no one to blame for this but himself. As much as he wanted to he knew that he couldn’t just shift the blame like he always did. He had made his bed and now it was time to lie in it. Dalton closed his eyes and relaxed as he felt a warmth engulf his whole body.
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Dalton figured this must be heaven. All of his senses had collapsed inward and now all he could experience was warmth and white. He could no longer hear, see, smell, or taste. All he could feel was the warmth engulfing him as he lay suspended in the ether. Dalton was at peace. He was perfectly fine with staying like that for all eternity… or so he thought. It started as a mild discomfort in his chest. The pain steadily grew. He was suffocating. He couldn’t suffocate when he was already dead, could he?
Whatever it was he was suspended in was not letting air enter his nose. Dalton opened his mouth to breath, but the second he did a wave of bitter, salty goop rushed in to fill the gap. Dalton knew that taste anywhere. He wasn’t dead at all. He was submerged in a pool of jizz. He was still alive! Although, that would not be the case for long if he didn’t make an effort to get to the surface. Dalton sprung into action with the knowledge that he was now in mortal peril. He couldn’t determine up from down, but he picked a direction and started swimming. It was very difficult for him to swim through
this muck. It wasn’t like water. It was more like tar, thick and sticky. The gooey liquid didn’t give way easily as he frantically kicked and stroked.
Dalton gasped loudly as his head broke free of the muck. His head was so foggy from lack of oxygen that he was sure he would pass out before he reached the relative safety of the surface. He rested there for awhile. He was so sore and exhausted that he couldn’t even muster the strength to move anymore, but fortunately the liquid he was suspended in was so thick that he didn’t even sink. He could stay at the top of the goop without needing to worry about treading water. He panted heavily as he struggled to make up for lost time in his breathing. He slowly managed to get his hyperventilating under control and settle into a more natural breathing rhythm. The pain in his chest slowly faded and his head began to clear. How far had he fallen? He had no way of telling; his glasses were far too coated to allow him to see much.
Dalton pulled off his glasses and tried to shake them out and get some of the spooge off the lenses. The heavy gobs shook off easy enough, but it still left the lenses milky and streaked. At least they were clean enough to afford him some rudimentary vision. Dalton looked around. He could see the stars in the sky far above him, but as he turned, the stars suddenly vanished. He directed his gaze lower as he followed the invisible barrier. Something was blocking out the stars, and he was curious to find out what. Steadily, the object came into view. On either side of him, fleshy walls rose straight up hundreds of feet into the sky and vanished into the darkness. Dalton’s mouth fell open as it dawned on him where he was. He was right at the entrance of Jake’s gigantic dick slit. The only reason he was even alive was because he had hit a large globule of cum that was still stuck to the tip of Jake’s colossal cock. What was but a small bead of jizz to Jake was an Olympic swimming pool to Dalton.
Dalton had rested enough that he felt comfortable in continuing his swim, and he decided that he would much rather be on solid ground than floating like a flake of fish food atop an ocean of jizz. Dalton chose to swim farther in. He didn’t think that he had a chance of reaching the ground from his current position, and he figured any solid footing was better than staying where he was.
As he swam deeper, the surface of the muck steadily curved downward. He knew he was reaching the edge, and was glad that as he went along, the incline got steeper and steeper so that gravity helped him along. His heavy balls and raging hard-on had been getting in the way as he swam. Dalton was amazed by how aroused he was by this situation. He had always loved huge dicks and loved even more being dominated by them, but this was something else entirely. This cock was so large it had become his entire world; he was surrounded by it on all sides. He wasn’t just being dominated by this cock; he was being completely beholden to it. He owed his very existence to this behemoth. His life could end at any second if this beast so much as twitched, and no one would ever know.
He was more amused by this new insight into his own personality than he was amazed by it. All of his dark fantasies started to replay in his head. The tiny men in the cages; the dudes who had been grown so large that all they could do was sit and watch. Had he been secretly wishing that someone would do those things to him all along? Dalton had always prided himself on being the one in charge, and yet he used that control to allow himself to be dominated by others. This was the first time where had no control at all. He had lost everything, and it was strangely exhilarating.
Dalton was so far along the bead that the surface nearly vertical, and he no longer needed to swim; he just dug in and let gravity slowly carry him down. As his feet touched down he pulled free of the glob. It offered some resistance at first; the jizz, especially on the outer skin, was already cooling and drying, but Dalton managed to pull free. He stumbled as he popped loose. He had not accounted for just how awkward it would be to walk with such a large erection.
Dalton stared in awe at his cock. He didn’t know how or when he had grown like that. Had Jake or Tyler picked up the tablet as he scurried away? Somehow that didn’t seem possible. They would have to know the code to unlock it, and besides, Dalton’s pad had pretty much lost all control. No, more likely this had something to do with Jake.
Dalton realized it now that he had underestimated both of them. He had written Tyler off as some dumb jock and had figured Jake to be too timid to be any threat to him. Jake had more power than he had all along, but no one knew it… except for Tyler. Somehow that boy had set a trap for Dalton and he had been brash enough to walk right into it. Dalton smirked as he thought back over the encounter. Strangely enough, he had no ill will towards any of them, especially not Tyler. He thought back over what it was that had made him lose his cool and finally succumb to the trap. The word echoed in his brain. “Brat.” Dalton remembered the rage and confusion that he had felt when he heard that single syllable.
Looking back, the reason he had been so enraged was because somewhere deep down, he knew Tyler was right. He was a brat. He pretended at being an adult although he had no idea what he was doing. He created his own little world and would lash out whenever something didn’t jive with the way he had envisioned things had to be. It is amazing how a near death experience can change one’s perspective. Dalton had watched his whole life play out from a third person’s perspective and even he had hated that douchey tool.
Jake moaned softly. His mind was still overloaded with pleasure from having just blown several thousand gallons of cum through a cock that was itself well over a thousand feet. Even though it had already been several minutes since he had reached climax, he was still exhausted; his breathing was ragged; his heart was racing. Jake’s body was coated in a shiny layer of sweat. That had been the most intense thing he had ever experienced. A goofy grin spread across his face as he realized he could do that again whenever he wanted.
Jake didn’t think he had quite reached Tyler’s previous size, but he also knew that this wasn’t his full size. If he were to really let loose, he’d probably come close to hitting the mile mark, if not more. Jake shivered with anticipation as he thought about being so huge that he’d have to be measured in miles. He could already feel himself growing again. As Jake’s cock grew larger he once again felt himself getting hard at the thought. He could dwarf entire cities if he wanted to… and then what? Jake had to think about it a moment. He had already reached the size he had set out to reach earlier, but that was before he had learned of his powers and before Tyler had been shrunk down to a much smaller size. Jake had the largest cock on the planet by a factor of several hundred. There was no one anywhere who could ever come close to rivaling him. The thought simultaneously made Jake extremely aroused and a bit despondent.
He had the world’s largest cock, but now what? It felt amazing; it looked amazing; hell, it is amazing, but all he could do was lay there and grow. When Jake had thought it was a one way trip, that was fine, but now that he knew he could go back, back to a more mobile size, he started to ponder what else he could do with his life. The more Jake thought, the less he fixated on his own massive cock. He could feel Tyler’s muscular arms around him as the blonde boy hugged him tight. He could feel the slow rise and fall of Tyler’s chest and hear his breathing. Jake’s thoughts were slowly taken up with thoughts about Tyler and how much he loved his muscular boyfriend and all the things they could do together; going out to movies, romantic dinners, hanging around the house watching bad TV and playing video games. Jake knew that he would have to shrink down if he wanted to spend time doing all those things… and besides, he had the power now; he could get really huge some other time.
It took some focus, but Jake was able to steadily bring his size down. The air around his monolithic cock seemed to shimmer as all the mass from it steadily dissipated. Jake was sad to see all that glorious dick steadily wane, but he knew it was for the best. He just had to focus on what was in store for him. He had a great friend awaiting his return, and he had the first of many hot dates with the love of his life already planned out... Jake was also not so secretly looking forward to the next time he had a lot of free time and extra space to grow this large again. Maybe next time he’d get even farther away from town so he could really let loose. Jake sighed happily as he thought about how great things would be; his now rock hard cock gave a couple twitches of approval as he daydreamed about all the great times he would have with Tyler now that he could grow both of them whenever he felt like it.
Dalton lost his footing as the ground beneath him shifted. The incline was getting steadily steeper, and it didn’t take Dalton long to figure out why. Jake was getting hard again. Dalton tried to run back to the entrance, but the ground was too slick and the angle too steep. No matter how fast he tried to scramble, he was sliding back faster than he could climb up.
The ground beneath Dalton’s feet shifted violently as Jake’s gigantic cock gave a quick twitch. The tall brown haired boy was obviously thinking about something that he found extremely hot, but what was just a quick twitch to Jake was a massive lurch to Dalton. He lost his already tenuous balance and fell flat of his back causing him to slide down into the abyss. Faster and faster he slid as the force of gravity did its job. Dalton plummeted down Jake’s chute like he was riding some erotic tube slide at a bizarre water park. He spread his arms wide and tried to dig in as best he could to slow his descent, but the surface was too smooth for him to get any resistance.
Dalton closed his eyes and braced himself for the inevitable crash once he finally reached the bottom of this carnal water slide, but the crash never came. Instead, the incline steadily leveled out, and Dalton coasted safely to halt. After realizing that, once again, he had not actually died, Dalton let out a long sigh of relief. He hadn’t taken into account the curvature of Jake’s boner. Sure, it was steep up at the top, but towards the base it leveled out nicely.
Dalton looked up the shaft trying to see if he could see any light in the distance. He thought he could make out a few stars through the opening, but the exit to his prison was several hundred feet up. He knew that he had no chance of escape as long as Jake was as turned on as he was.
Dalton flopped down on the ground in defeat. He could do nothing but sit there and stare at the starlight way off in the distance. As he sat there cross-legged, his huge nuts filled up the entirety of his lap and his massive dick flopped out a few feet in front of him. If he wasn’t so weighed down by his oversized equipment, he might actually stand of chance of crawling back up. Dalton sighed and pushed the thought out of his mind. Now was not the time to be thinking about what-ifs; now was the time to be focusing on what-is. The more Dalton pondered, the more he realized that he was completely powerless. All he could do was sit there and wait until Jake either came down from his current arousal or blew his load all across the countryside and Dalton along with it.
As Dalton sat there, something began to seem a little off. It was subtle at first; so subtle that he hadn’t even noticed until a few minutes into the process. The exit was getting closer to him. Dalton was about to Jump for joy, but something was off. The exit was getting closer, but it didn’t seem to be getting any larger. Dalton tried to ponder this paradox. It made no sense to him… unless… Dalton’s stomach sank as he realized that Jake’s cock was shrinking with him in it.
Dalton wasted no time in trying to run back up the water spout, but the itsy bitsy hipster kept sliding back down after a few short steps. Dalton was panicking. He didn’t know whether he would be crushed to death by the walls of flesh or smothered to death amidst all that dick, but he really didn’t feel like finding out; both options seemed equally terrible. He wished that there was some way for him to get out of there. He also wished that his raging hard-on appreciated the gravity of the situation. Sure, being snugly wrapped in gigantic cock like it was a nice warm sleeping bag was kind of hot; it’s just that that kills people, Carl.
Dalton continued unsuccessfully to try and scale the ramp until eventually the walls were close enough around him that he could touch them if he spread his arms wide. Dalton quickly capitalized on this and pressed his hands firmly against either side. Digging in like this made it possible for him to slowly trudge his way up the slope. Dalton was still worried that he wouldn’t make it, though. It was slow going and every second the hallway got narrower and narrower. As the hallway shrank, the distance he had to go was getting shorter too, but it was a small consolation to Dalton. As the hallway continued to shrink his progress got even slower. At first he was fine with just stooping down, but as the roof continued to come down on him, he fell to his knees and crawled.
Soon the passage as too narrow for him to even do that, and he had to lie flat on his stomach and wriggle his way up like some grizzled action hero on a jungle rescue mission. Moving around like this would have been so much easier if he didn’t have such a huge dick of his own. Dalton occasionally shuddered as waves of pleasure arced through him. The way his thick dick was pinned between his body and the inner linings of Jake’s cock was effectively causing him to jack himself off as he tried to crawl. On the plus side, the steady stream of pre he was leaking helped to lubricate the pathway a bit.
Soon, the path was too narrow for Dalton to even crawl. He thrashed and struggled as the massive cock engulfed him like a cocoon. He couldn’t believe it was going to end like this. He was so close to the exit, too; He could see the slit not even a foot away from where he currently lay. Dalton stretched his arm forward and got his hand free. Feeling the cool night air against his skin calmed him, even in the face of his impending doom. There were worse ways to go, Dalton thought as he sighed in defeat.
Jake was surprised at how good shrinking down felt. It didn’t seem near this pleasant when Dalton had done it to him, but then again, this time he was shrinking down by choice. Maybe he had just missed out on how good it felt because he was panicking last time. There was something else, though. Jake couldn’t put his finger on it, and he was enjoying it too much to really try and focus on just what it was. It was like there was a pressure building up inside of his cock. It was a much different kind of pressure than what he was used to when he boned, but it felt amazing. Whatever it was was just making Jake harder.
Down below, Sam was watching the events unfold with silent awe. It was so fascinating watching Jake’s cock dissipate. With the way the air shimmered around it as it shrunk, Sam half expected to see Dusk of Oolacile pop out and thank him for rescuing her. As the monstrous wang got smaller and smaller, Sam noticed something else odd. It looked like there was something moving around in there. Sam walked around the perimeter of the gigantic dick trying to see if he could figure out what was going on. Sure enough, as Jake’s massive dick got smaller, the lump in the shaft seemed to get more and more pronounced. Whatever it was, it was very close to the tip now.
Dalton was actually surprised that he hadn’t been crushed yet. He could feel the gigantic cock getting steadily tighter around him, but somehow it never really got painful. It was far from comfortable though. He was wedged in there so tight that he couldn’t even move a muscle. His outstretched arm was getting sore and cramping from being stuck in such an odd position. He figured his other arm would probably feel the same if it hadn’t already fallen asleep on him.
Sam moved around to the front side of Jake’s humongous dick. What he saw there made his blood run cold. There was a hand sticking out of Jake’s cock. Sam instantly realized the hand must belong to Dalton. It was physically impossible for Jake to be inside his own cock, and the hand was much to slim and pale to be Tyler’s. Sam didn’t waste any time thinking about what kind of freaky-deaky Yume Nikki shit was going on here. He rushed forward and grabbed hold of the Dalton’s hand and began trying to pull him free.
Dalton jumped in shock as he felt another hand grab his... or rather, he would have had he been able to move at all. Instead, all that happened was his body tensed up for a second. He had no idea who his savior was, but he had a fifty/fifty chance of guessing right. It couldn’t be Jake for obvious reasons, and he figured Tyler was probably still up top with Jake. That meant it had to be Sam. Dalton felt his heart flutter as he thought of Sam coming to his rescue even after all the douche things he had done.
Jake still couldn’t quite process what was going on. The pressure in his cock had evened out, but now it was moving again. He could definitely tell there was something inside of him now though. He had no way of telling what it was, but it felt amazing. Jake was already rock hard, but now that he could feel the object wiggling around right inside the tip of his cock he was about to blow.
Sam pulled harder. He was afraid of hurting Dalton, but he also knew that he had to get him out of there quickly. Fortunately, Sam was getting some unexpected help. A trickle of pre was beginning to flow up around the sandy brown haired boy. The extra lubrication helped Sam to pull him out a little farther, but it was still taking too long. Sam knew he needed to act fast, but he didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t strong enough to pull Dalton out by himself, and the flow of pre wouldn’t provide near enough pressure to shoot their Augustus Gloop out of the pipes.
Dalton could feel Sam tugging on his arm trying to pull him free, but he was just wedged in their too tight. All that they had succeeded in was making Jake even more aroused. Dalton could feel slimy pre bubbling up all around him. He was getting laminated in the stuff. It wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling, but Dalton wasn’t in a position to really enjoy it.
Sam suddenly got an idea. Pre wouldn’t be enough, but he had seen Jake cum before. Hell, after that last cumsplosion, he was pretty sure the entire tri-county area had seen Jake cum. Sam was pretty sure that a nice solid cumshot would be more than enough to launch their captive hipster like a human cannonball. Sam was curious as to how Dalton had gotten stuck in there in the first place, but he didn’t want to waste time pondering it.
Dalton’s heart sunk as he felt his pale hero’s hand pull away. Was his white knight really giving up on him? He didn’t have much time to lament though, because almost instantly after he could feel Jake’s cock get even harder around him. Dalton was squeezed even tighter, but still it did not hurt. He really wouldn’t mind the way this felt if he could have been in a more comfortable position.
Sam pressed his body up against his bud’s cock and began working it over as best he could. Sam used everything that he had at his disposal; he was getting surprisingly good at jacking off massive cocks lately. Sam figured that there was some truth to the old saying “practice makes perfect.”
Sam was glad that he had a bit of a head start; Jake was already rock hard and leaking pre without any help from Sam. Sam really wanted to speed the process up a bit because there was a risk of the trapped boy drowning under all that pre if they didn’t eject him pronto. At least Jake’s had stopped shrinking so there was no immediate danger of Dalton being crushed to death.
Sam got up close and personal with the head of his friend’s cock. The curvature of Jake’s humongous dick made it so that the slit was just about eye level to Sam. Sam wanted to really work over that crevasse, but alas, it was currently occupied. Sam instead focused most of his efforts on running his hands and tongue along the spongy head, occasionally dipping lower to give the upper part of Jake’s massive shaft the same treatment. There was so much pre oozing out and Sam was trying his hardest not to let any of it go to waste.
Sam was trying to keep his head in the game and remember that this was supposed to be a rescue mission, but it was getting so hard; very hard, actually. Sam’s cock had been steadily inflating the whole time, and by the time that it reached half mast, it was getting in the way of his servicing Jake’s immense meat. Even though Sam’s cock had been shrunken down from the few hundred feet leviathan he had been sporting earlier, it was still bigger than he was, especially when rock hard like it was now. Sam decided to just roll with it. The pale boy lined up his huge erection so that the slit pressed right up against the puffy ridge that ran along the underside of Jake’s colossal erection. Sam felt shivers of ecstasy run down his spine as he mashed the head of his cock into Jake’s. If this continued, he was going to cum before Jake did.
Sam settled began a nice rhythm of rocking his hips back and forth. Each thrust caused his cock to slide up and down along the length of Jake’s shaft; the mouth of Sam’s dick followed the ridge of Jake’s cock as if it was Gomez Addams kissing a trail up and down Morticia’s arm. Jake’s dick was so coated in his and Sam’s pre that Sam’s cock was able to slide smoothly despite how hard Sam was digging in. Sam’s knees bucked a few times and threatened to buckle altogether as he struggled to hold out from cumming for just a moment longer. Sam was so close to blowing his load, but he could tell from the way Jake’s cock was twitching that his tall, lanky friend was getting close to doing the same. Same gave one last hard thrust. The tip of his long cock mashed up against the underside of Jake’s spongy cock head. Sam came hard, sending blasts of cum flying into the air, completely coating the outstretched arm of the trapped boy.
Dalton was along for the ride as Jake came closer and closer to blowing his load. He could feel Jake’s cock bucking and lurching around him as it struggled desperately to cum. Dalton could even feel the jizz building up behind him. The goop was much thicker than pre and so it couldn’t flow through the few gaps as easily. A lot of it did manage to slip through, though. Dalton was getting coated in the spunk from head to toe. Dalton didn’t want to admit that he was actually kind of liking this, but the warm spooge felt amazing against his skin. The pressurized rivulets of spunk rolled across his body, giving him the most amazing full body massage he had ever had. Dalton felt himself get packed in even tighter as his own dick decided to fully inflate. The high pressure cum shower made short work of his hard-on though. His erection only lasted a few short moments; the pressurized jets of jizz against his extra sensitive skin quickly sent him over the edge. Dalton’s thick jets of cum joined with Jake’s and sprayed out of the tip of Jake’s cock.
Jake’s cock shuddering and jerked and twitched as it struggled to cum. Waves of cum was spilling out from around the blockage, but much of it was still pooling behind and gathering strength. Sam could barely process what he was seeing through the sex addled haze of his mind. With each lurch Jake’s cock made, more and more of the trapped boy became visible. As the boy’s outstretched arm passed over Sam’s head, Sam reached for it. He wasn’t in a good mental state to process what he was doing; his mind was still so fogged with lust, but maybe on some level Sam remembered that he was trying to rescue this guy and not just get his rocks off. It was a good thing he grabbed for that arm when he did, though, because almost immediately after, the dam burst.
Jake came hard. Being denied the ability to cum for so long had resulted in one of the most powerful cum blasts Jake had ever experienced, relatively speaking. His balls felt so good that they almost ached from being drained so thoroughly in one solid burst. He still wasn’t sure what had just happened, but he could feel that the blockage had been removed.
Dalton didn’t even have time to catch his breath afterwards. After that last orgasm, his dick was finally fully soft for the first time since this crazy ordeal had begun. Dalton could feel himself sliding upward. It was slow at first, but it quickly became faster. Getting his hard-on under control was apparently just what he needed to finally knock himself loose. As Dalton quickly accelerated, he realized just how much trouble he could be in. He didn’t know how far he would be launched, but he had seen Jake cum before. The kid could put a fire hose to same. Dalton could feel Jake’s cock tense up and rear back for one last massive cum blast. He braced himself and prepared for the worst, but right before he could be jettisoned into space he felt Sam’s hand back around his wrist.
Same gave one solid tug and yanked Dalton out of his erogenous prison and not a moment too soon. Jake’s massive cock gave one last shudder and then erupted like a volcano, raining liquid hot spooge all over the two boys and much of the surrounding countryside. Sam fell backwards as Dalton landed on top of him; he was very surprised at how light Dalton felt.
Dalton hugged his savior and he felt this lithe boy’s arms absent-mindedly hug him back. Even with the half-assed hug Dalton received, he could feel how strong and powerful Sam’s arms were, and he felt safe and secure. He had barely survived a series of dangerous encounters, and he knew he owed his life to Sam.
Sam held Dalton close as more of a reflex than anything else. He was still trying to piece together what was going on. Something felt off, but he couldn’t quite get a feel for it. “Are you ok?” Sam asked when he finally managed to get the fog cleared from his mind.
“Yes. I am fine now. Thank you so much.” Dalton gushed. He was so happy to be alive as well as extremely amazed that anyone had bothered to save him. Dalton could feel the apprehension welling up inside of him. He was so thankful to Sam, but he had to know the truth. “Why did you save me anyway?”
Sam shrugged as he thought about it. “I just reacted. No one deserves to go like that.”
Dalton felt the sting at this. So it wasn’t because Sam still had some feelings for him; Sam was just a genuinely nice guy. Dalton figured this would be the case, but he had hoped otherwise.
The two boys could hear another set of feet plodding its way to them. Sam looked up and immediately recognized Tyler headed towards them. “Hey! Get off of him!” Sam heard Tyler’s voice say; he sounded uncharacteristically angry. Sam quickly hopped to his feet, effortlessly rolling Dalton off of him in the process.
Tyler turned towards Sam; a look of concern was clearly visible on his face. “Are you Ok? He didn’t try do anything to you did he?”
Sam was happy to hear that Tyler was concerned about him, but he was never in any danger. Sam shook his head no in response and replied. “No. I’m fine. Honest.”
Tyler gave Sam a brief skeptical look as he appraised his pale friend and then gave a sigh of relief. Then he turned his attention to Dalton. “I thought you’d have enough sense to leave when you had the chance.” Tyler said angrily to Dalton. Dalton tried to scurry backwards away from the large, muscular jock; for some reason, Tyler seemed much more intimidating than he had ever been before. Tyler balled one of his hands into a fist as he continued is advance. “I think its time you learned what happens when you mess with my friends.”
Dalton tried to slink back, but he knew there was no way he could get away; the best he could do was brace himself for what was coming. Just as he had resigned himself to his fate another person stepped in between him and his attacker.
“Sammy!?” Tyler yelped in surprise. His expression softened and his fist relaxed. “Why are you defending him?”
Dalton was beaming with joy. Sam had come to his rescue yet again. He was so happy that Sam still seemed to still like him, and the fact that he was now staring at that glorious ass instead of at a raging berserker about to pound his face in was a definite plus, too.
“I’m not going to sit back and watch while some bully beats up some harmless kid.” Sam replied firmly. Dalton’s heart sank. Was that really all he was to Sam? He was thankful for yet another rescue, but hearing Sam once again speak about him in such a distant way stung all the more.
Tyler was taken aback. “Bully? But I’m protecting my friends…” Tyler’s voice trailed off at the end as he began to think back on his actions.
“Protecting your friends? From what? Dalton? You’ve already beaten him. Whatever power he once had is already gone.” Tyler hung his head in shame. He knew that Sam was right, and now that he realized that Dalton was no longer a threat to them he felt like a total douche. Sam didn’t stop there, though. “And if you need any more proof, just look at him. I mean, really look at him.” Sam gestured towards Dalton and then stepped out of the way so Tyler could look.
Tyler was confused by this last bit, but he looked up to see what Sam was talking about. Now that he was thinking clearly, he was shocked by what he was seeing. Dalton looked so weak and terrified. Tyler actually felt sorry for the guy and felt even worse about wanting to curb stomp his hipster ass just a minute ago. “What happened to him?” After Tyler asked this his mouth continued to hang open in shock.
“I’m not sure…” Sam explained. “He was like that when I rescued him. My best guess is it has something to do with being trapped inside Jake’s cock as it was shrinking. He probably would have been crushed otherwise.” Sam looked thoughtfully into space as he theorized out loud and shrugged as he finished.
Tyler nodded to Sam and then walked slowly over to Dalton. Dalton was still a bit apprehensive, but Tyler seemed much calmer and much less menacing than he had been before. “Hey. Sorry about wanting to punch your lights out a minute ago.” Tyler nervously gave his best shot at a reassuring smile as he reached down to help Dalton to his feet.
Dalton could still feel the dread welling up in him, but he was no longer afraid of Tyler. There was something else that was off, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He slowly extended his hand to meet Tyler’s. When their hands met, Tyler pulled Dalton to his feet; it was then that Dalton finally realized what was so odd about everything. Now that he was standing fully upright he was only eye level with Tyler’s chest. Dalton felt the pit in his stomach return as he stared into those amazingly buff pecs and cute nipples; he was simultaneously really freaked out and strangely aroused by this turn of events. He was supposed to be several inches taller than Tyler, not the other way around. As best he could figure, Tyler had to have over a foot of height on him. Dalton felt his throat go dry as he did a quick mental calculation. He had to be under four feet tall now.
At this point Jake caught up with the rest of them. He had finally shrunk his dick down to the point where was mobile again. He too gawked when he saw the now diminutive Dalton. “Is that… Is that Dalton? What happened to him?”
“Well, he shrunk. As for why, I couldn’t tell you.” replied Tyler with a shrug. “I’m assuming by your obvious surprise that you have no idea how to reverse it?”
Jake was completely dumbfounded. He just shook his head no to indicate that had no ideas. Dalton fidgeted; being under the microscope like this just served to make him feel even smaller. He felt his gigantic cock stir to life; he didn’t want to admit it, but being small like this was actually turning him on, especially in the company of Tyler who was now huge by comparison.
Dalton stumbled over his words a bit but eventually found his voice. “Hey. Look. You guys don’t actually have to worry about growing me back. I… um… I kind of feel like maybe I deserved this?” Dalton didn’t want to let on that he was actually kind of excited by his new stature, and this also made a nice segue into what he really wanted to talk about. “Anyways, I have had time to think, and I realized I have kind of been a dick.” Dalton fidgeted as he spoke. He had never felt so uncomfortable before. This was the first time that he could remember that he had ever apologized for anything. It was the first time that he ever felt like he had a reason to apologize, even.
All three of the now much taller boys turned to look at Dalton. The all had looks on their faces that were varying degrees of shock and cynicism, but Jake was the only one who spoke up. “Kind of?” Unsurprisingly, Jake was the one that had the highest cynicism to shock ratio.
“Ok. So I was a total tool. I get that now. I know it doesn’t excuse me, but I honestly thought I was helping you guys out. I just kind of went mad with the power I had.” Dalton knew there was more to it than that, but he was still new to the whole apology game, and he really didn’t feel comfortable baring his whole soul to these three just yet. “I know I’ve done some terrible things, but I want to be a better person. So, um, can you forgive me?”
Everyone, including Dalton, was surprised by how quickly and nonchalantly Tyler replied “Yeah. Sure. You did actually help us out by teaching us how to control this power… even if it wasn’t intentional.” Tyler could tell that Dalton was being sincere this time, and he figured the best thing for all of them would be to support him in this.
Sam mulled it over for a minute and then chimed in as well. “Ok, I’ll forgive you.” Dalton was positively ecstatic to hear Sam was on his side this time.
Jake glared apprehensively at Dalton for a minute and then looked to Sam and Tyler for some sort of indication on how he should vote. He didn’t really want to forgive Dalton, but he also didn’t want to be the only holdout. Finally Jake let out a sigh of defeat. “Fine. I’ll forgive you, but only because Tyler is vouching for you.” Jake knew that Tyler was a surprisingly good judge of character, and if Tyler sensed that Dalton was sincere then that was good enough for him.
Dalton cheered up a bit knowing that he had been forgiven by these three guys. “Great! I know we got off on the wrong foot, but…” Dalton turned and extended his hand for a handshake. He was ostensibly talking to all three of them, but his focus was solely on Sam. “friends?”
Sam glared dubiously at Dalton’s outstretched hand a minute, but then he folded his arms in front of his chest. “I have forgiven, but don’t think for a minute I have forgotten” Dalton’s hand drooped and a crestfallen expression spread across his face. Memories of this morning flooded back into Dalton’s mind. He was once again wracked by guilt and shame for how he had treated Sam.
Sam’s own expression softened a bit as he saw Dalton’s reaction. He felt kind of bad shutting him down so hard, but he still wasn’t comfortable around the now shorter boy. Sam sighed and explained his reasoning. “You have potential to be such a great guy. I’ve seen it in you, but you can also be a great big bag of dicks.”
Dalton dropped his hand and hung his head down in shame and defeat. He knew he had no chance with Sam anymore, but it hurt even worse to be shot down so hard. He didn’t even have a shot with Sam as just a friend.
Dalton was ready to just trudge off into the darkness and return to his solitary life when he felt a large hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see who it was… and up some more. Now that Dalton got a chance to see Jake up close, he could safely say that the lanky boy was staggeringly tall. Dalton felt dizzy just looking up at him. Not only was Jake huge, but he was also the last person Dalton ever expected to come to his side.
“If you’re serious about this, the whole being a better person thing. I’ll help you if I can. I’m not saying we can be friends, but I’ll give you a chance to prove yourself. You’re going to be starting way in the red, though.” Dalton’s face lit up as he heard Jake’s words. He was being given a second chance, and he was determined not to waste it.
“What the hell.” Tyler chimed in with a grin as he extended a hand to Dalton. “It’s not like you can get any worse, right?” Dalton could tell by Tyler’s expression that the buff blonde didn’t mean anything bad with his little jab. Dalton figured that learning to handle good natured ribbing like this would be part of his reinvention anyway.
All eyes turned to Sam. He was still holding out, but his resolve was fading. Fortunately Dalton stepped up to break the tension. “I know I have a lot to atone for. I don’t expect an answer from you so soon, but maybe some day I will be able to prove myself to you.”
Sam raised an eyebrow as he appraised Dalton. He certainly looked honest and eager enough, just maybe he would be able to turn himself around. “Ok. Fine. Prove it. I’ll be waiting.”
Sam’s response was fairly noncommittal, but it was enough to renew Dalton’s hope. “I’ll get started right away. I hope that some day I’ll be good enough for you.” Dalton began to back away; the smile on his face was both pained and happy. “Until next time.” Dalton gave a quick nod to everyone and then turned and walked back to his car.
The three boys watched Dalton walk off into the distance. None of them were really sure how they felt about his change of heart. Tyler had other questions on his mind though. “Why did you decide to support him, anyway?” Tyler asked Jake.
Jake thought about it for a minute before responding. “Well… I guess you could kind of say I empathized. I know what it’s like to really want to change who you are.”
Tyler looked sympathetically at Jake; the pain was obvious in his eyes. “Do you really dislike yourself that much?”
Jake again too a moment to think before responding, “I’ve… had my moments, yes, but I’ve been getting better lately. Coming out helped a lot, actually. I had been dreading it for as long as I have known I liked dudes, but now that I have done it I kind of wish I had done it years ago.”
“Well. I think you’re perfect as you are, but if you want to, let’s make the new Jake even better than the old.” Tyler cheered on his boyfriend.
Sam’s eyes lit up as he jumped in on the conversation. “Wait, does this mean he’s getting a makeover?”
“I swear, Sammy, sometimes you’re almost too gay to function.” Tyler teased.
“Whatever, blondie. I’m still a black belt and can kick your ass.” Sam jokingly retorted.
“Oooh. I think I like sassy Sammy.” Tyler commented, and all three boys laughed. They laughed in part because of the joke but mostly because they were glad the crazy ordeal was behind them all. The past few days had been some of the best and worst times of their lives.
Eventually Tyler managed to stop his laughter enough to speak again. “Let’s head back home. We’ve got class early tomorrow morning,” Tyler then sidled up close to Jake and gave his butt a playful squeeze. “and a hot date tomorrow night.”
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Jake pulled the jeep off the main road and wound his way along the narrow dirt path leading up to the hill they usually camped at. Jake’s boner had deflated a bit from the stress of dealing with the officer, but he was still incredibly aroused; causing his dick to be super sensitive. The rocking and rumbling of the jeep on the uneven terrain was rattling Jake to his core; turning his body into a six foot three inch vibrator that buzzing his cock back to life. The show from the back seat wasn’t hurting either. Tyler was still hard at work giving Sam the ride of his life.
Tyler was still sitting in the back with Sam; working over every available inch of the boy’s body with his tongue and kisses; every inch of Sam’s body except for right on the lips. Jake was a little jealous of all the attention that Sam was getting, even though he knew the reasons, but seeing Tyler avoid the lips filled Jake with pride. Jake couldn’t even be sure that Tyler was doing it on purpose, but there was something about the lips. Jake couldn’t really put it to words, but it was something special, something sensual. A good passionate kiss right on the lips was something Tyler saved for his one true love.
As pleased as Jake was to know that he had Tyler’s love, he wished he could have Tyler’s jizz as well. Sam had somehow managed to get more of it than Jake had over the last few days, as was evidenced by the roughly sixty feet tall spire of cock rising out of the back of the jeep. Sam’s smallest size rivaled that of Jake’s biggest. Jake wanted to put the jeep into park right then and there; just slam to a stop, climb out, and suck off Tyler’s cock right then and there. Jake could tell that Tyler was getting close to blowing. Tyler’s massive cock was standing at attention; beads of pre dribbling out through the fabric of his briefs, which were struggling in vain to hold back the rigid shaft. The droplets of pre crashed against the hood of the car like basketball sized water balloons.
Jake could barely keep his eyes on the road. Tyler’s tightly packed shaft was demanding as much of his attention as he could spare. Jake knew they only had maybe another five minutes of driving until they reached the hill, but he had been waiting for this all day. Watching his boyfriend and their new friend so thoroughly out grow him was driving him mad. It didn’t help that every outline of Tyler’s cock was clearly visible through those briefs. Tyler’s growth from earlier had almost made him too big for his pants to hold back. Even just another inch or two and Tyler’s cock would burst forth from its prison; raining pre down upon the passengers as it jumped into the air like Free Willy.
Jake had to try and divert his attention away from the huge cocks occupying the car and especially away from his own dribbling hardon. Jake had an idea though… One that might just work, even. Jake kept on hand on the steering wheel and casually placed a hand on Tyler’s erect cock that was jutting out along side him. Tyler’s huge nuts were effectively occupying the front passenger seat, and the shaft extended up from there; resting atop the front window as it hung over the front of the vehicle like a ladder in an old school fire truck. “I really love how big it’s gotten” Jake cooed as he softly ran his hand along the shaft. “It looks good on you. Don’t you agree?”
Tyler could not respond. He was too horny to think clearly. His single minded focus on ensuring that Sam’s cock didn’t droop prematurely was all that was keeping him from blowing his own load across the road before them. Jake couldn’t help but think how amazing it would be to watch Tyler’s cock unload a torrent of jizz across the road while they were driving. The force would make it difficult for Jake to steer as he drove against the current. A volley of spooge launching out from the mounted cock cannon as if Jake’s jeep were some erotic G.I. Joe prototype vehicle. Their latest non-lethal form of weaponry was to cause all of the Cobra goons to get dicks so huge that they were no longer mobile. Jake would be one of the first new recruits for Cobra if that came to be. He would throw himself out in the line of fire again and again until he was no longer physically capable of doing so.
Jake wasn’t trying to get Tyler off though, not yet anyway. He wanted to get Tyler to the point where he was so lost in the fog of sex that he wouldn’t be able to block out Jake’s suggestions. Jake knew that Tyler liked growing; he was just too rational under pressure to risk allowing himself to get too big. Tyler had slipped up a few times before and let himself grow when he was too turned on. Jake was going to use that to his advantage.
Jake could tell that Tyler was almost completely gone by now. He was only barely functional as he focused on keeping Sam’s erection in check. Jake decided this was his best chance. “Hey, Tyler.”
All Tyler could manage was a simple “Hm?” At least Jake knew Tyler could at least hear him through the haze in his mind.
“I was just thinking how amazing your dick is. I wish there was more to it.” Jake could feel Tyler’s dick give a shudder of agreement. So Tyler wanted this too, but he’s just too afraid to let himself get caught up? Jake was going to enjoy taking advantage of Tyler’s loss of inhibitions. “You agree don’t you? You want to be bigger for me?”
Jake could hear the fabric of Tyler’s pants straining to hold his growing erection in. He could feel the shaft getting bigger, harder, thicker. “That’s right babe. Bigger and bigger. As big as you want and then some. There is no need to hold back anymore.”
Jake brought the vehicle to a complete stop. They weren’t at their destination yet, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of his boyfriend’s ever expanding bulge to focus on driving anymore. He could feel himself getting harder and harder as he watched the fabric that was holding back his lovers immense schlong slowly give way. Jake’s own massive cock gave a twitch of anticipation with each and every stitch that popped. Stitch after stitch popped out as Tyler’s cock slowly increased in size. The pouch of his briefs was already packed over capacity. It was just a matter of time before Tyler’s colossal cock burst forth from below the surface and let its juices rain down upon the earth like Lavos, but Jake wasn’t about to leave things well enough alone. He didn’t want to watch the cock slowly break the seal. He wanted to watch as his lover’s cock shredded its way free; as it burst forth like a newborn xenomorph from some poor creature’s chest.
Jake turned up the sexy in his voice as he continued to goad Tyler on. “Just like that, but you can have so much more. You want so much more. I want you to have so much more. If not for yourself then do it for me.” That last line seemed to strike a chord with Tyler. His growth launched into overdrive. His clothing didn’t even make an attempt to hold him back as his cock and balls swelled up faster and faster. Tyler’s cock, which was now free from its confines swung upwards; raining down pre upon the car and its passengers.
Jake watched in awe as a giant glob of cum slipped through. It arced slowly through the air, the momentum from the backswing causing it to spin and stretch in midair until it became a spinning strand of jizz with large white globules on each end. It looked like a giant gooey bola snare slinging through the sky. Jake unbuckled his seatbelt and began to get out of the car. He had to see if he could catch it. Jake was focused on nothing but the giant jizz snare as it flung through the sky. He was losing hope. It was moving too fast for him to catch it. He’d just have to catch the next one.
If Jake had been paying more attention to the destination of the errant globule instead of just its location he may have noticed the collision course with the largest cock the world has ever seen; a cock that was soon to be getting even larger. Jake had already given up his chase and turned to turn his attention back to draining his growing lover. He gave one last wistful look back at the one that got away, right in time to see the long gooey strand splatter across the side of Sam’s monolithic spire.
Tyler could hear the jeep creaking under him as he continued to expand. Jake had already left he car, which was good for Tyler because it gave him more room to expand outward. His nuts had already burst forth from their container and filled up the entire front seating area of the car. The car horn was honking from the weight of his person sized nut pressing against it. The abrasive noise helped him snap back to reality. He had really let loose and turned his growth into high gear. He tried to stop it, but it was like trying to plug a broken dam with a sink stopper. He could slow the flow down a little, but in no way could he stop it. The best he could do was try and get as far away from the vehicle as he could before he crushed their only means of getting home… if it was even possible to go home after this. He was getting far too big to ever get into the jeep again.
Tyler rolled out the side of the jeep. His now much larger packaged had such a high center of gravity now that it easily rolled right over the door frame without any trouble. Tyler strained against his own swelling junk. Amazingly enough, it was actually sliding. Tyler couldn’t even process the sheer inhuman strength it must take to move such a large mass of flesh, but he was doing it. Slowly but surely, he made his way up the hill. He trudged inch after inch as his equipment surged forth in size. He couldn’t even see the jeep or anything other than his ever swelling balls. He just had to hope that he was getting far enough away from the vehicle that their ride would be safe.
After what felt like forever, Tyler’s growth slowly began to come to a halt. He had no idea how far he had traveled, or if it had even been far enough. He just knew that he could not travel any farther. He was too tired. His junk was too big. Tyler used the last of his strength to hop up and roll forward on his planetoid like nuts. Gravity carried him up and over; one of the benefits of dragging his junk uphill. Tyler didn’t think his nuts would be quite large enough to be classified as a planetoid. After all, Pluto had lost its planetary status, and it was lot larger that he was… Although, the set of balls down the hill was a whole nother story.
Sam had been too lost in the pleasure of Tyler’s passionate kissing to pay any attention to is surroundings, but Tyler had stopped trying to keep him aroused and the car had stopped.
Sam’s slowly de-fogging mind was slowly piecing things together. They must have already reached their destination. Sam was glad that that road trip was over. Maybe now Tyler might actually hurry up and finish what he started. That one little spooge he dropped on that cop car was not nearly enough to satisfy him. He was rock hard, and his nuts were brimming with spunk.
Sam slowly managed to open his eyes and take stock of his surroundings. They were definitely off the beaten path. It was nice and secluded out here, and Sam liked that. There was no one around to spy on them as they enjoyed their new sizes. On top of that, they were so far away from the city that Sam could clearly see all the starts in the sky. They looked so beautiful. Sam looked around at the canvas of light above him. He could see the belt of Orion, the cluster of stars that made up Cassiopeia, and even the spinning strand of the Milky Way careening right towards him.
Time seemed to slow down as the realization of what was happening dawned on him. The stray strand of cum collided with his already mountainous cock. Sam could do nothing but laugh as he felt the next wave of growth well up inside of him.
Jake shuddered as he heard Sam’s laughter. It was a crazed laughter of someone who had just given up and accepted the insanity of the situation. Jake tried to get a rough estimate of just how big Sam currently was. Sam had grown so much in just the span of the night. Starting at a very large five footer and expanding to his currently monumental size. How big was he? Bigger than Jake’s top size by now, so probably over sixty feet, and expanding by the second. Jake staggered back as he tried to keep his eyes on the ever rising tip of Sam’s cock.
Jake tried to think over what he knew. Sam had been exposed to so much in such a short amount of time. Sam was also still holding on to his smaller size, which in this case was just going to make the growth spurt bigger in the long run. Tyler had just grown a lot as well, further increasing the potency. All in all this was the perfect storm. Jake was upset. In part with Sam for outgrowing him even more, but mostly with himself for causing this mess in the first place. As Sam’s balls spilled over the edges of the platform they were resting on, Jake realized he would have to move fast. He hopped back into the drivers seat and put the car in neutral. His only hope was that he could guide the vehicle along enough that it would not be caught under Sam’s ever growing girth, and maybe, if he’s lucky, to steer it away from Tyler. Jake felt like a bit of an action hero as he tried to escape being crushed between to ever expanding masses of flesh. He was really stuck between a cock and a hard place here.
Sam had accepted his fate. He was ready to just lie back and let himself outgrow the countryside. He had to wonder what he had done to deserve such a fate. Was it because he had lusted after someone who was already taken? There were worse ways to end up than stranded atop your own mountain sized dong, he supposed.
Sam could feel the jeep lurch forward as his nuts bumped up against it. At this rate, he was going to end up crushing Jake’s car under the weight of his massive balls. Sam was ready to accept his fate, but he’d be damned before he let it hurt his friends. Sam pulled himself up from his awkward seating position in the back seat and began climbing up his own building sized sac. They weren’t yet up the hill, but Sam hoped that, maybe with the slight incline they already had, he could use the forces of gravity to free the jeep from under him.
Jake looked out the rearview mirror and could see Sam scaling his own sack. If they played their cards right it might be possible for Jake to get out of there with his jeep intact. Jake watched Sam intently as he placed his hand on the gearshift. Sam crawled over the crest of his massive balls and held on for life. Sam’s new position was enough to shift the direction at which he was expanding out from. The downward force from the weight of his junk was sliding forward, taking almost all of the weight off of the large flatbed that was between his now giant nuts.
Jake saw the chance and went for it. He slammed the jeep into drive and peeled out. His wheels spun in vain or a few seconds has he muttered for then to get their asses in gear. Finally they got enough traction to wrench the flatbed out from the gigantic mass that it had so easily carried until just moments ago.
Jake sped off, off the road and around towards the back of Tyler. He had to be sure his jeep was safely out of range of what was coming next. Jake found a nice parking spot and then walked back to where Tyler was. Something caught his attention though. There was a sound, almost as if the earth itself was groaning under the force pressing down on it. Jake ran up the rest of the way up the hill. As he cleared the crest he could see it all clearly. Sam had gotten bigger… much bigger.
Sam was pressed up against the giant wall of flesh that was his own cock shaft. It was impossibly huge already, but he knew that was only the tip of the iceberg. All this growth had worn him out. His giant erection stretch up into the sky. One hundred feet? Two hundred? Sam could feel the cool moisture as what few clouds there were in the sky above him floated across the tip of his dick. His shaft could already reach the clouds, but it was about to get a lot bigger.
Sam could not hold back anymore. He gave one last, long sigh of defeat as he released his full size. His cock and balls expanded exponentially. Sam’s stomach dropped as he was hurled into the air atop his rapidly expanding nuts, as if he was on some shitty carnival ride. Only this time, there wasn’t a way back down. Sam was stuck way up, a few hundred feet off the ground, atop his own mountain sized nuts.
Sam grappled onto the loose skin of his shaft, both for the extra warmth but mainly for the security. Sam didn’t like being this high up. The air felt thin. Sam was getting dizzy from the lower amount of oxygen and from good old fashioned vertigo. Despite his nerves and his dizziness, Sam felt so glad to be released. The sheer size of his package was amazing, too.
Sam tried to look up and see how much he could see, but the shaft extended off into the heavens hundreds of feet above him. It vanished into the darkness well below the tip. Sam could barely even see the ends on either side of the sheer wall of flesh spread out before him. Sam felt more like he was hugging a big, warm, soft Sears Tower instead of being pressed up against his own dick.
Sam needed to get down and get off. He wasn’t sure how to get down, but he sure as hell knew how to get off. He just needed to fight his fear and let go. Sam braced himself and let go of the handfuls of nutsack that he had grabbed onto to steady himself. He held his breath for a second as he anticipated the fall that would follow, but it never came. Sam was snugly nestled between his two gargantuan nuts; he was never really in any danger of falling. With this huge weight off of his mind, Sam could finally focus on more important matters.
Sam was glad that he had no shortage of lube. He had been leaking pre non stop since his growth spurts had hit. By now he was more or less laminated in it. He would prefer to get off by stroking himself, but that was a physical impossibility at the moment. Instead he’d just have to use the back door method.
Sam was learning to love anal play. He was getting pretty good at it, too. It’s a good thing, because at his current measurements he doubted he could even properly fuck The Great Blue Hole of Belize. Sam played at his hole while he thought about anything that could help bring him closer to blowing his load. The first face that flashed into his mind was Dalton. Sam tried to think about the guy he was supposed to be dating tonight. Dalton was alright looking, but for some reason it did nothing for Sam. Sam was pretty much over him.
Being with Jake and Tyler had helped him realize what a relationship should be. Even though they were both very open with Sam and let him join in their lovemaking, it was very clear to Sam that Jake and Tyler were meant for each other, and Sam didn’t have that feeling with Dalton. It had been nice at first, but Sam was ready for something better.
The next face that popped into his mind was Lyle’s. The cute redhead seemed nice enough, but Sam didn’t know much about him yet. Sam would have to call him up sometime and see if he’d be willing to come visit. It’s not like Sam was going to be able to go anywhere. That might make for some awkward dates, but hey, maybe he’s into that.
By now Sam had all four of his fingers up there, poking and prodding around. He was close, but none of the mental stimulation worked for him. He had the one guy he was over and the one guy he didn’t know yet. All that left was the one guy Sam could never have. His heart ached and his cock throbbed as he thought about Tyler. Sam loved everything about that guy. Just thinking of his face, his smile, the passionate kissing he had just had for the past almost two hours was almost enough to bring Sam to climax. The extra work on his backdoor did the rest.
Sam was cumming and he was cumming hard. He fired jet after jet of warm spunk high into the troposphere. Some of the smaller droplets that flung farther into the sky were buffeted by the high altitude winds and carried away. Large glops of spooge crashed down like meteorites from miles around, but the vast majority of Sam’s spunk flooded out into the open plains around them. The surrounding region was flooded by jizz.
The lake of cum almost managed to reach up as high as where Jake and Tyler were on the hill before Sam finally stomped cumming. Once he was spent, the hundreds of gallons of spooge could slowly be allowed to dissipate; either by being absorbed into the soil or by spreading out even farther. The surrounding miles of field were reduced to a cum riddled marshland in a matter of minutes.
That orgasm blew Sam’s mind. He had unloaded a volume of jizz that rivals the amount of water most reservoirs can hold. The pleasure had coursed up and down the hundreds of feet of shaft as he split the sky with a hail of semen. Fortunately it was already quite dark out or the spectacle would have been visible for miles and miles. As it were, onlookers might have noticed large swathes of the sky go inexplicably dark as quarter mile cumshots arced through the air and blotted out the stars.
Sam lay there atop his colossal endowments as he soaked up the afterglow. He could feel himself slowly sinking, but it took him a few minutes to realize why. He was so high up in the sky that clouds were wafting over his exposed body, leaving a blanket of crisp, cool dew over him. The cool water was steadily bringing him back down to a smaller size. It isn’t a more manageable size; just a smaller one. Sam was still stuck up there even after he shrunk down, but his flaccid shaft was now down to a little over one hundred feet instead of the several hundred from earlier. His huge balls had also gone down in size, both from dumping their load and from the cool mist. Sam was now stuck only around fifty feet off the ground as he lie there gently nestled between his two enormous globes.
“Well lookie here. You really let yourself go, didn’t you, Sammie Boy?” Sam didn’t need to be able to see over the edges of his gigantic balls to know who that was. Only one person would ever call him “Sammy Boy,” and judging by the points of pressure working their way up the side of Sam’s nut, Dalton was on his way up to see Sam right now.
Sam got a look at Dalton as the other boy managed to pull himself atop one of Sam’s colossal cum factories. Dalton appeared to be completely naked. Sam adjusted his glasses and got a better look. Nope, he was right the first time. Dalton had nothing on but his round John Lennon style glasses, his grey messenger bag, and a smug self righteous smile. “I hope you don’t mind my attire, but I didn’t feel like getting my clothes dirty as I swam here after your little display, and besides” Dalton gave Sam’s now soft shaft a pat that was both playful and condescending. “I was feeling a little overdressed for he occasion.” It’s true. Now that Dalton mentioned it, even Sam felt a little silly wearing nothing but his glasses and Tyler’s hoody, which Tyler had long since unzipped during the intense ride.
Sam’s glare narrowed a bit as he responded, “Dalton.”
Dalton spread his arms in a gesture of mock indignation while wearing a self assured grin on his face. “Hello? What’s with no hello?”
Sam rolled his eyes in response. “We are un-hello now.”
Dalton’s smug look softened a bit as he scooched closer to Sam. “Come on, don’t be that way. I said I was sorry about this morning, and I meant it. Come on. Give me a chance to make it up to you.”
Sam sighed and shook his head. “No… I think it best you get going.” Sam fished into his pocket and pulled out a small jar. Good. The lid stayed on this time. “Here. Take this. Think of it as a peace offering or maybe a sign that I mean you no ill will. This is what you were really here for anyway, isn’t it?”
Dalton eyes went wide when he saw the jar. “Is this what I think it is?” Dalton quickly scooped up the jar and then began pacing along the spongy surface of Sam’s titanic cock wile he worked at the lid. Finally he managed to pop the seal open. It sure smelled like jizz, a little stale, but spooge nonetheless. Dalton dipped a finger in hesitantly. He braced himself for what was coming next. He waited for his own growth spurt. The growth he had fantasized about since he first saw Jack and Taylor on camera. He waited… but nothing happened.
Sam was also waiting. He thought for sure it would work. Would Dalton be angry with Sam for giving him a dud? Sam was suddenly extremely apprehensive. He knew what Dalton was like when he was angry, and Sam had nowhere he could escape to. Sam started to panic as Dalton turned to face him… but Dalton was smiling?
Dalton turned back to Sam and chuckled a bit. “It’s a little out of date there, kiddo. The nanites must have gone inert, but no worries.” Sam was confused. Nanites? What is he talking about? Dalton could tell that Sam was completely baffled. “Kids these days. Didn’t it ever occur to you to read the instructions? Hmm… No I suppose it wouldn’t.”
Dalton continued to pace as he rattled off all that he knew about the alien science. He seemed to really enjoy being smarter than everyone else, or at least better informed. He carried with him an air of authority and superiority as he explained it all. “Well let’s just say this. Your friend over there has gotten in contact with nanites, alien nano-technology. It’s all in the book, See? When these little buggers get into your system, they fuse with your genetic makeup. Whoever programmed them set them to fuse with your dicks, and the way these things work is they attach themselves to the host body and replicate and replicate. Did you ever stop to think of why it spread via semen?” Dalton knelt down and patted Sam’s huge nut as he continued. “You’ve got your own personal nano-factory right here. The cum production center of the human body was a perfect match for them. Drawing from the body’s natural ability to generate the protein strains they need to survive, they just enhanced it. Don’t you see? You’re a host to these things. They can’t wait to spread to new hosts, hosts which are all too willing to be taken.”
Dalton stood back up and began his pacing. Each step had a smug swagger to it as he continued to elucidate. “They aren’t supposed to be quite this virulent, though. Your host controller doesn’t know how to do its job… or should I saw, his job?” Dalton nodded off into the distance towards another massive dick upon the hill. “He could do so much more with these nanites if he just bothered to learn to control them, and now look at you two. Immobile slaves to microscopic robots. It’s a good thing you called me here. No telling where this would have gone if left unchecked.”
Dalton was rock hard by now. He was even dribbling a little pre as well. Sam wasn’t sure if Dalton was getting excited about what was about to happen or if he was just really getting off on his little superiority speech, but either way, Dalton was loving it. Dalton casually stroked his engorged member as he explained. “These nanites can’t function without a host body though. No power. They eventually go inert and become completely harmless. Not dead, just inert. They were never really alive to begin with. So you see, all we have to do… is…”
Dalton was losing his ability to keep his calm, smug demeanor going as he came closer and closer to the edge. He couldn’t hold it back, nor did he want to. He let out a low grunt as he began cumming. He grasped his cock and made sure to aim the stream of jizz so that a lot of it landed in the jar filled with Tyler’s stale spunk. Dalton was laughing through his ragged, shallow breathes as he pumped more and more of his fresh cum into the jar. The spooge was already flowing over the edges, but still he kept shooting more and more spunk into the mix.
The force of Dalton’s cumshots caused the jar to tip over; spilling the contents all over Sam’s already monstrous dick. Sam watched is shock and horror as the spooge spread across him. Almost instantly he could feel himself growing again. Dalton was right. The nanites just needed to be reenergized. Sam began to panic as his growth surged upwards. He couldn’t decide if he should stare on in awe or close his eyes in fear. His nuts were swelling around him; the tip of his cock was vanishing in the distance.
Sam was getting close to a breakdown. He was sitting on an aircraft carrier sized cock, and this was as small as he would ever be. Every second he got bigger and bigger with no hope of going back. He could never go home again. Even if they had some way of moving him, he was not far larger than his house. He’d never be able to have a boyfriend; anyone who wanted to date him would need to be airlifted up to meet him. Tears streamed down Sam’s face as he realized that his life was over.
Dalton knelt down before Sam and patted him on the cheek, “There there, kiddo. I promised to make it up to you, and I will. For now, just enjoy the ride.” Dalton scooped up a handful of jizz from off of Sam and began smearing it up and down his shaft. Almost immediately he could feel the nanites soaking in and doing their job. He had already been completely drained of jizz, but watching Sam inflate beneath him had gotten him turned on again. Dalton wasted no time stroking his now enlarging shaft, using the mixture of cums beneath him to coat him shaft.
Sam continued to sob, in spite of Dalton assurances that it would be ok. Dalton was trying to be cool and level headed, here, but this brat just kept crying. The silent sobbing was grating on his nerves. “Listen up, Sammy Boy. I’m trying to help you. So, just… just shut up, will ya?” Dalton couldn’t stand this kids crying. He had to do something to shut him up. A wicked grin spread across Dalton’s face as he thought of just the thing. “Sounds like baby needs his pacifier.” He said as he pinched Sam’s nose.
Sam had to open his mouth to get air now that his nose was sealed off. He made a gasp for air between sobs, but soon his mouth was plugged too. Dalton rammed his thick cock into Sam’s mouth the second it opened up for him. Dalton’s thick dick was slowly expanding outward. It had already hit the foot mark and it continued its slow steady march outside of the realm of realistic proportions.
There. Dalton had managed to shut him up and get a blowjob out of the deal. Well, it wasn’t so much Sam giving him a blowjob so much as it was Sam sobbing with a dick in his mouth, but Dalton wasn’t going to be too picky about it. It shut the kid up, which was really all Dalton wanted in the first place. Sam should really be thanking him anyway. This tantrum was so immature.
Sam didn’t have the will to fight back. He had decided to just accept having Dalton’s slimy cock in his mouth and ride this out. Fortunately Dalton had let go of his nose as soon as he had gotten his dick in Sam’s mouth, so at least Sam could breathe. Sam wasn’t pleased with the way this night was going at all. He was thinking that this would give him some closure with Dalton, but instead he just had more bad blood between the two of them. To make matters worse, this smug asshole was getting off on all this, all while trying to play at having the moral high ground. Sam was especially irritated by how Dalton kept treating him like a little kid, even though they were very close in age.
Sam was no longer sobbing. Instead he was glaring angrily as he sucked Dalton’s cock. Dalton liked that look on Sam’s face. That look of defiance, even in the face of all that was happening. It somehow made Dalton feel empowered. Dalton had just cum a minute ago, but he was already ready to go again. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he pumped his spunk down Sam’s throat. Dalton blasted his load inside of Sam while he thought about how much power he had over Sam.
Sam was guzzling up all the cum he could to keep himself from choking, but it was getting hard to keep it all down. His stomach was getting filled to the brim with Dalton’s jizz, and Dalton’s steadily growing cock was getting harder for Sam to take in his mouth. He could already feel the strain of his jaws from trying to open wide enough to allow the thick shaft entrance. Sam finally couldn’t take anymore and pulled back from Dalton’s huge dick. Dalton was not nearly done cumming, though. Jet after jet sprayed Sam in his face. Completely coating his face and glasses; effectively blinding him.
Dalton didn’t mind that Sam had pulled out on him. He was impressed the boy had held out so long. It also didn’t hurt that Dalton was feeling even more empowered as he showered the little cumdumpster’s face with his jizz. Dalton’s stream of cum slowed to a halt as he was finally spent another time.
Dalton looked around. There was no telling how huge Sam was now. The surface of his sack seemed to stretch off into the darkness in all directions. It was almost impossible to tell just how huge his nuts were, and his dick was right out.
Dalton knelt down in front of Sam again and playfully patted his cheek. “Hey now, don’t give me that look. I promised you a surprise, and now you’re getting it. You ready?”
Sam was about ready to give Dalton a piece of his mind, but before he could say anything Dalton put a finger to Sam’s lips. “Sshhh. Now is not the time. Just sit back and let me show you the big surprise.” Sam let out a sound similar a growl as he grumbled in frustration. If he wasn’t pinned down by his own needlessly huge junk, he would walk over there and kick that Dalton’s now soccer ball sized nuts up into his throat. Maybe that would wipe that smug, holier-than-thou look off his face.
Dalton traced a line around Sam’s lips with his finger; scooping up the cum as he went. All the while, Dalton was fishing his tablet out of his backpack was his other hand. Dalton drew symbols on the pad with his cum coated finger while Sam looked on in confusion. Dalton loved the look of complete bewilderment on Sam’s face. It made him feel smarter and more in control, which was what he was. Dalton smiled at Sam as the screen lit up, “Bingo! We’re in business now.”
Sam had no idea what Dalton was talking about or what he was doing, but he was shocked by what Dalton showed him next. Dalton flipped his tablet around so that the touchscreen was facing Sam. Sam could see the strange symbols that Dalton had drawn on the screen were glowing. The previously murky white jizz strokes were now glowing blue, as if they were alive with some sort of magical energy. Beneath the symbols, Sam could see a green sign flashing on the screen. “Access granted.”
Access granted? Access to what? Sam did not have time ponder this for long because soon he felt like he was falling. He grabbed on to the skin around him, hoping to slow his fall, but the handfuls of flesh seemed to shrink in the palms of his hands. Desperately Sam grabbed for grip after grip, but each time his handles dwindled away as the ground beneath him gave way.
Dalton watched the boy frantically scramble for some purchase. He found it hilarious how Sam could not figure out what was happening. If he would just calm down for a second and think, the whole situation would be painfully obvious, but no. Sam was too busy panicking to enjoy Dalton’s gift. Dalton just stood atop Sam’s ever dwindling cock with a bemused look of smug satisfaction on his face. When Sam’s shaft was small enough, Dalton hopped down and straddled it like a seesaw until it was small enough for him to casually land on his feet.
Sam’s landing was less graceful. He landed hard on his ass in a giant pool of his own spunk. He looked around at the lake of jizz he was sitting in. Sam stared in awe as he realized this massive crater was actually just the imprint of where his monstrously huge nuts had been resting just moments before. The water level, if it can be called that, was up to Sam’s chest. The hoody he was wearing was now completely soaked. He could only hope that maybe someday all this spooge would wash out.
Sam staggered to his feet. The spooge was still up past his knees, but the bottom of his newly reduced cock skimmed the surface of the murk below. Sam looked down at his new size in bewilderment. It was still much larger than an average person’s, but it seemed so small to Sam now.
Dalton noted Sam’s confusion and strode over to the other boy. He place a hand on Sam’s shoulder reassuringly and said. “Fourteen inches. Right where you were when I rode you last time.” Dalton then leaned close and whispered into Sam’s ear. “Now play nice and I’ll let you do it again.”
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d70c1ec2c941319a90eb4ed3ca7397148016a54609959c3455f78c52dbca69c9 | 62,005 | 4 | Chapter 4 - Match |
After Justine’s shameful return to the court, the match resumed. Unsurprisingly, when the two teams played in proper form, the match suddenly grew quite competitive. Justine’s ability to control the ball with microscopic precision proved quite a unique challenge for the much more athletic Elaine, as Elaine’s relentless, untiring playstyle had provided a similar challenge for Justine. For the first time in as long as she could remember, she was actually having fun.
Elaine bounced the ball in her off-hand, and looked toward Justine. Their eyes met one another, as they had many times in this game alone. But then… she smiled. Her braces flashed a little in the bright sun as she stifled a giggle, and Justine nervously waved in response.
Elaine took a breath and put her game face back on. Her sweat-glistened skin shined in the sun as she leaned back for the serve. The perfect, fluid motion in her follow-through highlighted every working muscle in the athletic machine that was her body. Even her grunt seemed to have Justine enraptured.
tok!
Justine was shaken from her daze by the sound of the ball hitting the court. She had been watching Elaine instead of the ball. By the time she began to consciously look for it…
SHPOP!
The ball slammed into Justine’s orbital bone before she could even flinch, which sent her stumbling backward for a few steps before she lost her balance.
“Oh my god!” Elaine gasped as Justine’s back hit the court. With equal parts guilt and concern, Elaine rushed over to check on her.
“Eye on the ball, dear!” Anabel cackled as she turned to Minerva, “She’s a real chip off the old block, ain’t she, Minnie?”
Justine’s face started to burn with embarrassment as she looked up at the clear blue sky, and her eye had already begun to puff up. When Elaine’s face suddenly appeared, looking down at her with concern, it became even warmer.
“Are you okay? I’m s—so sorry! I—I guess I g—got a little too into it…”
“I—I’m fine. I just—” Justine’s cheeks were on fire, “—got a little distracted… sorry.”
“I—it’s okay!” Elaine smiled warmly and offered her a hand, “It—uh… it happens to the best of us.”
Justine averted her eyes from Elaine as she caught herself staring, unaware of how long she had been doing so. She took Elaine’s hand and pulled herself up.
“You’ve got quite a serve…” Justine laughed, attempting to break the ice.
“Oh… thanks,” Elaine responded, awkwardly shuffling her feet, “I was surprised that you kept pace. I didn’t know that you played.”
“In high school, but that was mostly because of my mom.”
“You should play more! I’d be happy to help you uh… y’know… shake the rust off,” Elaine bounced with excitement.
There was an awkward silence and mutual nervous laughter as the two of them walked toward the locker rooms. Their mothers stopped their trash talk to exchange a knowing glance.
“I uh… might have to take you up on that,” Justine responded, “Maybe we could get some dinner afterward?”
“There are some great restaurants around here,” Elaine blurted out, “I could show you…”
“Oh… I have to clear out my dorm room by 7 o’clock…” Justine blushed a little at Elaine’s obvious disappointment.
“I’ve got like… sponsor meetings all this week… b—but I’m free on the weekend, maybe…” Elaine smiled as they reached their lockers—coincidentally located right next to each other.
Justine disrobed as slowly as she could manage, trying to conceal her hidden glances up and down Elaine’s increasingly exposed body.
Much like what had happened on the court, Elaine’s body seemed to go into autopilot as she stripped down without a trace of her usual hesitation and awkwardness. Justine reasoned that she must have done this countless times, so it shouldn’t have surprised her. Yet even still, Elaine’s confident disrobing had Justine somewhat fascinated. As did what lay beneath…
Elaine’s form-fitting tennis gear hadn’t left too many surprises regarding her figure, but the few that remained were more than worth the wait. Her breasts practically tumbled out of their restraints as Elaine rolled her sports bra across her moist and glistening skin. Her panties fought a similar battle, the sweaty cloth clinging to her damp body. After a bit of awkward wiggling which made her bounce in all the right places, she finally stepped out of them.
As she turned to toss her dirty clothes into her bag, though, Elaine’s eye caught Justine’s and froze.
Justine only then realized that she had been so captivated by the other girl’s body that she had been staring slack-jawed for at least the last minute or so. Her shirt and shorts lay in a heap on the floor, one shoulder slipped from her bra strap. Her face heated up even more as she realized that her weighty cock was close to half-mast, and nigh inconcealable from such close proximity.
“O—…” Justine began, with the mortifying realization of how creepy Elaine must find this.
“N—…” Elaine began, cutting Justine off with the last thing she expected to hear, “Nice…”
Before Justine could even process what happened, Elaine flashed her a smile and hurried off to the showers, leaving the confused girl with several questions and very mixed feelings. |
f487ce3960189b78918da7991c10aa74a9fc8922046c0ebdb978772c61734bbb | 8,137 | 49 | Chapter 49 - Epilogue |
Sam let out a stream of colorful expletives as the J’avo managed to survive the steady stream of bullets just long enough to cause Sam’s combo to break. He was so close to an S clear too. He continued to unload into the crowd of zombie mutant bugmen with far less gusto now that he had no chance at a new high score. Had he been interrupted even just a second earlier he would have been very annoyed, but as it was he actually welcomed the brief diversion of his friend Tyler charging in the front door.
Tyler was extremely eager to go and see his lover. Even without the sparkle in his eyes or the glow in his cheeks, his eagerness to reunite with his boyfriend would have been painfully obvious by the massive tent in his pants; pre was already seeping through the fabric of Tyler’s custom fit briefs.
Sam knew all too well what it was that had Tyler all hot and bothered; Jake had been sexting Tyler all through his physical examination. Jake had even enlisted Sam’s more colorful vocabulary to really get Tyler hot under the collar. Both boys had laughed as they imagine Tyler’s massive manhood standing at full mast in the middle of the doctor’s office. They had wondered if the tip of the spire had scraped the ceiling of the waiting room as Tyler sat there trying to keep to himself.
Jake had originally grown Tyler’s cock to a huge size as a bit of a joke as his blonde lover was scrambling to get ready for his appointment, but Tyler surprised them both when he had slipped into the most roomy undies he had and asked Jake to finish the growing him until he filled out the entire front pouch. Sam and Jake watched in awe as Tyler swaggered off to his mom’s van with somewhere in the neighborhood of twelve feet of cock tightly packed into his draws. They could only imagine the kinds of looks and comments Tyler would get from everyone he encountered, especially considering the nature of his examination would require him to strip completely naked in front of the doctor. Sam had never wanted to be a doctor more in his entire life.
“Yo, Sammy. Is Jake here already?” Tyler asked excitedly.
Sam just nodded and pointed upstairs towards Tyler’s bedroom. Sam didn’t want to speak because it would detract from the glorious view before him as is buff friend rapidly peeled off article after article of clothing. Sam gazed lustily as all of his blond friend’s amazing muscles came into view. Sam’s breath caught in his chest as Tyler peeled off his tightly packed undies, revealing his hot, firm ass. Sam could feel his mouth water as Tyler’s huge balls became exposed. His gigantic nuts had seemed incredibly huge when being compressed under the tight fabric, but now that they were free it was obvious that they were in fact even larger. The magnificent orbs hit the ground with a soft thud as the fell free from their prison; each glorious sphere was the size of a large bean bag chair and crested right at about Tyler’s waist.
Once his nuts were free, it was finally time for Tyler’s colossal dick to see the light of day. Sam could feel his own sizeable member getting harder and thicker by the moment as he watched the lewd spectacle before him. Tyler’s shaft was far thicker than his whole body and at least twice as tall. Sam couldn’t help but wonder how he had even managed to move with that thing, especially while he was in the cramped doctor’s office.
“Thanks, Sammy.” Tyler responded with a lascivious wink as he bundled up and threw his pre-dampened briefs in Sam’s face and turned to head upstairs. Sam reached to pull the soaked pants out of him face, but he stalled for a moment to soak up the smell and taste. Sam wondered briefly if he had tarried too long, but then remembered that if anything, Tyler would take it as a compliment.
When Sam finally mustered up the restraint to pull the briefs from his face he saw that Tyler wasn’t even looking at him and was instead working him way awkwardly up the stairs. His gigantic nuts were making it very difficult for him to todder his way up each step. Tyler found himself wishing that he had waited a little longer to release the Kraken, but he was determined to get up those stairs and into the waiting arms of his tall lover.
Not a minute after Tyler had finally vanished into his own bedroom Sam heard the front door open yet again. This time it was Tyler’s mother entering the house. She took a quick look around at the hastily discarded raiments and gave Sam a questioning look. “Where’s Tyler?” Sam just pointed to Tyler’s bedroom and then made a circle with the pointer finger and thumb on one hand and ran his pointer finger from his other hand in and out to indicate that Tyler was well on his way to getting his Mack on with Jake. Mrs. Simmons roller her eyes muttered to herself as she picked up the loose articles of clothing. “That boy. I swear…” While she cleaned up, Sam casually hid the discarded pair of briefs for later use.
Molly Simmons was not at all surprised to see Sam there. After all, one of the main reasons they had moved the Xbox out into the living room was to give something for him to do when he wasn’t invited to join in when Jake and Tyler were going at it like bunnies. Sam had become a bit of a fixture around the house after the strange week that they had all had a few months ago. Sam lived so far out in the country that he was effectively a prisoner in his own home during summer. Early into their summer vacation, Tyler had suggested that Sam stay at their place during the day. It was quickly agreed upon that Sam’s father would drop him off at Tyler’s house on his way into work and then pick him up again in the evening. Often times, Sam would even stay over for the night, especially when he worked the early shift the next morning; Sam’s new boyfriend had helped him get a job just down the street. Sam was now a fully certified coffee bitch.
Molly was also not surprised to see several feet of Sam’s exposed semi slipping out from beneath the comforter he had been using to cover himself with. Nowadays it seemed like Sam was the only one of the three boys who had any sense of modesty. It was pretty standard to see Tyler and Jake bare-ass naked around the house and for their cocks to be varying sizes based on Jake’s mood. Sam’s attempts at modesty were often thwarted by Jake’s mischievous streak. She figured that that must have been what happened here, too. She rolled her eyes and gestured for Sam to go upstairs. “Looks like you had better take care of that. Use one of the safe rooms will you?”
After the events of the night where Jake had learned to control his powers, Tyler’s bedroom was completely trashed. Fortunately Mr. Simmons had managed to get most of the cost of fixing it covered by their flood insurance. It had just been very difficult to explain how only two rooms in the upstairs had been damaged in the flood. Sam’s dad had stepped up to managed to project of remodeling Tyler’s room so that it contained all non-stick surfaces, non absorbent carpet, and plenty of drainage so that the boys could flood the room again and again with no further property damage. With the money they had saved from the discounts Sam’s dad had gotten and from having Sam, Jake, and Tyler do the bulk of the manual labor involved in remodeling the place, the Simmons family had had enough money left over to remodel the guest bedroom in the same way. Having the boys do the grunt work had been Sam’s dad’s idea. He figured it was the best way to have them atone for destroying the rooms in the first place. He had also had them all stay at his place for a week while they refinished Sam’s trashed bedroom in the same way.
Sam nodded and blushed. Even though she seemed completely cool with it, Sam still felt really embarrassed whenever Tyler’s mom saw his cock hanging out. Sam hid the used skivvies as best he could while he awkwardly trudged up the stairs; his own seven foot cock and massive ground scraping nuts made it very difficult for him to ascend. Once up the stairs he scurried down the hall and ducked into the guest room for a little private time.
Meanwhile Tyler was filling his lover in on the events of his appointment. Jake listened to Tyler give his account with rapt fascination as he lay atop his own massive cock; Jake propped his head up on his hands as he watched Tyler pace around telling his story. Jake wished he could have been there for it. If half of what Tyler was saying was true it would have been amazing to see.
“Look. I can neither confirm nor deny that there was a hot young track stud from a rival school also getting his yearly physical today.” Tyler gave Jake a mischievous wink to indicate that he was actually confirming and not denying. Jake’s could feel his already stiff cock get harder at the thought.
“Details, please.” Jake moaned. He already knew he was going to like this story.
“Well, he was a nice enough guy, kinda cute, too; slim runner’s build, about Sam’s height, and curly brown hair.” Tyler explained. He acted like he was completely bored with the topic, but the playful glint in his eyes gave him away. He was just enjoying leading Jake on, and he could tell that his boyfriend was hanging on his every word.
“Get to the good stuff. How big was he?” Jake urged Tyler on.
“Oh, well he was about six inches…” At this Tyler’s casual grin expanded into a large goofy grin. “To begin with.” Jake knew all too well what that meant. His enormous dick began to leak pre as he imagined the nameless boy’s cock growing to new heights as Tyler pumped him full of Jizz. Tyler had messed around a few times since Jake had gained control. At first they were worried Tyler had lost his ability to grow others, but if anything it had come back stronger than ever. Jake wasn’t sure how or why this happened, but he was not going to argue with it. It was no secret he loved seeing guys around town who now had cocks so large that it was physically impossible for them to hide it.
Tyler continued to tell his story to Jake about how he had been minding his own business in the waiting room just chilling and enjoying the stares he was getting from everyone there when Tyler saw the boy. At first the boy had been trying not to stare at Tyler’s massive junk, but once the sexts from Jake started and Tyler got rock hard, the brown haired voyeur made no attempts to hide his lustful gaze.
Tyler had just finished responding to one of Jake’s erotic texts with an
equally lascivious reply when he noticed the boy’s respectable boner. Apparently the young track star was so enraptured by Tyler’s colossal shaft that he no longer cared to hide his own erection. Tyler was already horny as hell and felt like spreading the love a little bit. He knew Jake wouldn’t mind; after all, it was his fault for getting Tyler so worked up in the first place.
“Mom. I’m going to go grab something from the car. Back in a few.” Tyler jumped up from his feet and lumbered towards the exit; his gigantic cock was bumping against the ceiling with each step. As he reached the door he turned back one last time to call to his mother again. “Mom! I forgot where we parked.”
Mrs. Simmons sighed audibly and responded without even looking up from her three month old Time magazine. “Around the back towards the Burger King.”
“Oh that’s right.” Tyler responded with far too much theatrics. “Around the back of the office. Green van. Can’t miss it.” Tyler gave one last wink to the lean would-be track star and slipped out the door. He was surprisingly agile from one who was so weighed down by a bulge that was bigger than he was.
Max’s heart stopped. Somehow he just knew that the strangely hung boy had never really forgotten where his car was parked. That whole exchange with his mother had been a verbal cue for him to follow. Why else would he openly announce the color, model, and location of the vehicle he would be waiting. Max knew it was a stupid idea. He didn’t even know this guy, and he had no idea how he had such a gigantic cock. What he did know, though, was that the guy was smoking hot and seemed to be interested in him. Max waited a minute or two so that it wouldn’t be obvious he was following the hunky blond, and then he got up and slipped out the door as well.
Max followed the instructions and sure enough, there he was. The muscular boy was leaning against the side of the van with a smirk on his face that seemed to dare Max to come to him. Max was beyond reason by this point. He knew he needed to see that beast firsthand. Max walked over to the mysterious beauty and wasted no time in getting on his knees and pulling at the muscular hunk’s waistband.
“Eager aren’t we?” Tyler said with a sly grin. “Name’s Tyler by the way. I figured we ought to at least exchange pleasantries before I fuck your brains out.”
Max whimpered a bit as he looked up at the gigantic spire of cock that was towering over him. Tyler’s expression softened as he saw the fear in the kneeling boy’s eyes. “Oh, relax. I’m not gonna ram it in you. There are other ways for us to do it, and I guarantee it’s gonna feel great.”
This was all the encouragement Max needed. “Max. My name.” He managed to pant as he wrapped his fingers around Tyler’s waistband and began pulling down. Tyler stepped out of his short and underwear and helped brown haired boy with the rest of the task.
“Well Max. Once I’m done with you your name will have a whole new meaning.” Tyler responded with a cocky grin. Max had no idea what Tyler was talking about, but once Tyler’s magnificent nuts flopped free he really didn’t care. As Tyler’s rock hard shaft became revealed, any thought that wasn’t directly related to what he was going to do to that amazing dick completely left him.
Max peeled his clothes off while he worked over the glorious shaft before him. He hugged it and kissed it. He ran is tongue up and down it. He was making love to it as if it was an actual person. He felt sadness wash over him whenever he had to pull himself away long enough to peel off whatever piece of clothing he was in the middle of stripping. Some part of him knew that they were in a public parking lot in broad daylight, but he really couldn’t care less.
Now that the boy was completely naked, Tyler could see that he was surprisingly hairy given his build. Max had a well defined treasure trail starting at his belly button and running down his tummy to a thick mass of curly brown pubes. Tyler couldn’t wait to turn the guy around so he could check out his ass too. He could only imagine he had a cute furry butt.
Tyler was already close to blowing his load just from the sexts he was receiving from Jake, and now that he had this other guy working him over he knew he couldn’t last long. In a matter of minutes he had let out a low moan followed by a few thick ropes of cum. Max watched in awe as the streams of spooge arced through the air. The spunk crashed down all around him, getting all over him in the process. One well positioned stream even splashed down right on top of his head as if he were in some form of erotic Nickelodeon game show.
Max just laughed as he felt the spunk soak him. It felt strangely good. It was so warm and pleasant; it was like a nice warm shower, but the water clung to him like a second skin instead of just rolling right off. He felt something different down below too. His cock and balls felt pleasantly warm and tingly. The sensation seemed to be intensifying with each passing second. Almost as if the source of the tingle was getting larger.
Max wiped some of the spooge from his eyes so he could see. What he saw shocked him. His once respectable six inch boner was creeping upwards. It had already hit the one foot mark and was showing no signs of slowing down. The growth finally came to a halt as the tip of his erection was even with his belly button. Max looked back up to Tyler; the shock and confusion was clearly visible on his face. “What? ... but how?”
Tyler’s grin broadened. “You like it? Every time you get me off you’ll get a little bigger.” Max’s look of confusion turned to a look of lust. “Would you like that?” Max nodded as if in a trance.
“As much as I am enjoying this, I think you’d enjoy it more from back here.” Tyler teased as he grabbed his firm butt cheeks enticingly. Max came a little bit just thinking about it. It was obvious that Max really wanted to, but he currently had well over a foot of thick dick; the worry was clear on his face.
“Um… Are you sure? I mean… is that safe?” Even though Max was asking his he was already moving into position.
Tyler laughed it off. “Of that’s nothing. I’ve taken some much larger dicks in my time. It’s amazing.” Then Tyler added with a wink, “You should try it sometime.”
Max’s face turned red as he gulped nervously. He was already ready to blow his load again. He just knew he had to get his dick into that fantastic ass before he did so. Max quickly moved around behind Tyler and aimed his rock hard cock at the muscular boy’s tight hole. Max slowly shoved his cock into the blonde’s ass. He was amazed at how easily it slid in; Tyler must have been telling the truth when he said he had taken far larger cocks before. Given his power it didn’t seem that far fetched. Max was already wondering how big he’d get from his next growth spurt.
Max wrapped his arms around the shorter boy’s torso and settled into a rhythm of thrusting in and out. Tyler felt so warm and tight around his dick. It just made Max want to hurry up and cum, but he knew he couldn’t blow his load just yet; he needed to get Tyler off if he wanted to grow bigger… and bigger. Just thinking about how he was going to grow spurred him on to thrust harder, better, faster, stronger. He heard Tyler let out a low moan of ecstasy and knew that it was paying off.
Tyler had to admit that this new guy had promise. He really knew how to ream a guy senseless, and any second now the guy’s already impressive cock was going to get even bigger. Tyler usually tried to hold back and get a really impressive burst of jizz saved up, but this time he felt like he would cut loose early. The other boy really wanted to grow and Tyler could regenerate that much spooge almost instantly anyway.
When he felt the first orgasm welling up inside of him he didn’t even try to fight it. Instead of the usual large arcing jets of spunk, a steady stream of jizz seeped out of Tyler’s cock. Max wasn’t going to get dosed at this rate, but Tyler had an idea. He reached his arms around his impossibly thick shaft and scooped up gobs of cum with his fingers. “Open wide, Max. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Max wasn’t even able to ask what the surprise was. He began to open his mouth, but then he saw Tyler’s jizz coated hands move back towards his face. Max needed no further goading. He knew what would happen when he made contact with the creamy white liquid and was all too eager to experience it again. He craned his neck so that he could lick Tyler’s fingers. He could feel the tingle in his cock almost the second his tongue touched Tyler’s fingers. He wanted more so badly. He leaned in farther and began sucking on Tyler’s fingers; with each suckle he could feel his cock growing larger and Tyler getting tighter.
Max came hard inside of Tyler’s ass. Several thick powerful jets filled the muscular boy’s body. Max couldn’t believe how much spooge he was pumping out. It was the best feeling he had ever experienced. He could only wonder if it was going to be this great every time he came.
When Max finally stopped cumming he pulled his softening cock out of Tyler. It made a sticky plopping noise as it came loose, and all his pent up spunk began to trickle out of Tyler’ blown out hole. Max was strangely proud of the damage he had done.
He looked down at his newly enhanced equipment. His nuts were huge; each one was the size of a basketball, and his cock now hung down past his knees. He knew he could get even bigger, though, maybe even as big as the amazing guy in front of him.
Max walked back around to Tyler’s front and began licking off the stream of jizz that was trickling down the front of Tyler’s immense cock. Max needed everything he could get. He even began rubbing his body up against the magnificent cock, bathing in the shower of cum.
Tyler was impressed by the boy’s enthusiasm and decided to take things to the next level. He sifted his weight forward and rolled up on top of his gigantic cock. Max had to scramble out of the way in order to avoid being squished by the falling tower of wang. He looked at Tyler questioningly. Tyler responded by gesturing over towards the tip and giving Max a seductive grin.
Max understood perfectly. He got down on his knees in front of the gigantic cock head and began working it over with all he had. The entrance was so thick he could almost slip his body in there if he really wanted to. Part of him was fascinated by this and wanted to try it out, but he resisted and instead focused and working over the spongy head. He would occasionally slip a hand or tongue into the slit, which would illicit a moan from Tyler and a quick buck of approval from the giant cock.
Tyler was amazed at how good this guy was at handling such a humongous dick. He was ready to come again after just a few minutes, but he felt like holding back a little longer. He wanted to really give the boy a great soaking. Finally he was reaching his limit. With one final shudder Tyler let loose his full torrent of cum upon the eager runner.
Max stood in the blast as long as he could, letting the jets of cum crash against his chest. He could already feel his cock getting bigger and bigger. Each round of growth seemed to be exponentially larger. He couldn’t wait to see what his new size would be. Would he finally rival Tyler’s size? He hoped so, maybe even larger.
Max was spent. He was so exhausted from all the sex he had been having over the last hour that all he wanted to do was curl up in a ball hugging his giant dick and sleep. He cleared the spunk away from his eyes and marveled at just how big he had become. His cock was very close to Tyler’s size now. It was easily twice as big as Max’s body both in terms of thickness and in length. His massive nuts were like two large beanbag chairs that rested firmly on the ground. His eyes slowly moved upward to see the Tyler’s towering erection.
“How about one more for the road.” Tyler said with a sexy smirk. Max knew he should stop. He was barely able to move as it was. If he got any larger he’d be stuck here, in a public place, completely naked, soaked in cum, and sporting what had to be the largest cock the world had ever seen. Somehow the idea seemed strangely appealing to him. How big would he get from one more dose? He was excited to find out. Max just nodded in agreement.
“Turn around.” Tyler commanded. Max looked at him confused. Just what was he planning?
“I want to see that ass of yours. I bet it’s a cute one.” Tyler explained. Max nodded and complied. He slowly managed to turn himself around and lean against his hefty balls, leaving his ass fully spread and exposed.
Tyler was impressed Max didn’t have much back there all things considered. He had a fairly flat but, actually, but it was definitely fuzzy and had an even thicker line of fur running straight up the crack. “Now hold that pose.’ Max turned to look back at Tyler. Again, the confusion was evident on his face. Tyler was again shifting his weight so that his cock was lying flat on the ground pointed right at Max’s cute butt. “I told you before, I’m going to fuck you senseless. Now just sit back and enjoy the ride.”
Max was beyond doubting Tyler at this point. After all that had happened during their crazy sex party, nothing would surprise him anymore. If Tyler told him that he was going to shove that entire cock deep within him he would just shrug and say “sounds fun.”
As it was, Tyler didn’t shove his cock inside of Max at all. He positioned himself so the tip of his dick pressed right up against Max’s ass; the giant slit lined up nicely with the runner’s tight pucker. Tyler began thrusting back and forth. Each thrust caused his gigantic cock to slam into Max’s ass, shoving him up against his large, squishy nuts. The feeling wasn’t bad. It wasn’t near as amazing up actual sex, but having something so huge and spongy press up against his hole like that was strangely soothing, almost like a massage.
Max let himself rock back and forth with the rhythm. He could easily fall asleep like this, but he didn’t have time to drift off. In a matter of minutes he could feel Tyler’s humongous cock twitching at his back door. Tyler was about to blow again, and Max was going to get even larger. His heart thumped rapidly in his chest in anticipation.
Tyler slammed forward one last time, his massive cock pinning the runner to his own gigantic balls. Tyler’s aim was spot on. Max’s hole was directly in the line of fire as he pumped out more and more spooge. Max’s tight pucker could do nothing but get out of the way as powerful jets of cum forced their way in. Even though, Tyler’s cock was too big to enter him, Max was still having his ass pumped full of warm, thick spunk. It felt amazing, like having his ass pressure washed from behind, but somehow he felt like he would never get clean from this hosing.
Max was beginning to worry that he’d pop from all the cum being funneled into him, but he had nothing to worry about. The growth had already begun to take hold and Tyler no longer had a clear shot at his ass. Instead Tyler’s cock wildly sprayed jizz all over Max as his cock and balls continued to swell larger and larger.
When his growth finally topped off, Max could not believe how huge he was. He was resting atop his gigantic balls and was about even with the roof. He looked over and he could see into the Burger King next door. His balls were now far higher than the fence that separated the two establishments. Max could recognize some of the people staring back at him as friends and classmates from his school. They probably couldn’t recognize him through the thick layer of spunk that coated him, but if they could, what could they even say to him? He now had the biggest dick in school, and no one could deny it.
Tyler wiped off some the spunk off of him with Max’s clothes and got dressed. He had been relatively unscathed by the hail of jizz that blanketed much of the parking lot. Tyler took a second to make his hair presentable before heading into the Burger King and ordering a giant drink which he promptly filled with ice and water.
Tyler took a moment to admire his handy work before lobbing the super mega bladder buster into the air. The lid popped off on the way back down, showering Max in a deluge of frigid water and ice cubes. Max could feel his balls shrinking out from under him. He sighed inwardly. Of course it would be too good to be true…
When the shrinking stopped he found himself with two large beach ball sized nuts and an eight foot long cock. Far larger than what he had started with, but nowhere near the building sized cock he had had a minute ago. He slowly got to his feet and turned to face Tyler who was watching with a bemused grin.
Tyler could tell that Max was crestfallen and a little confused. He couldn’t help but think how this boy’s lust for size would rival that of a certain other sexy, brown haired dude that Tyler loved so very much. “That’s a good look for you.” Tyler teased. “but of course you know, it’s not permanent.”
Just as Tyler expected, Max looked genuinely crushed to hear that his new size was temporary. This just made Tyler grin wider as he continued to explain. “Yeah. The shrinkage trick will wear off after a bit, and you’ll return to your full size.” Tyler paused a minute to let it sink in. Max’s eyes went wide and his mouth hung open as it dawned on him what Tyler was saying. “It’s a nice trick to help you get around, but if you get much larger you won’t be able to move even then… Well, it’s something to think about.” Tyler said with a mischievous grin as he slipped the boy a piece of paper with his number on it.
“Fuck me, that was hot!” Jake shouted as the story ended.
“Was that an exclamation or a command?” Tyler replied wit a grin.
“Both!” Jake replied with a laugh.
“Sure, I can go another round.” Tyler said, trying to act cool. “Want to get Sam in on the action?”
“Hell no! I’ve got you to myself tonight!” Jake replied, uncharacteristically enthusiastically. “And then tomorrow you and me are going out for a hot night on the town. I already made the reservations for your birthday dinner.”
“Oh, shit. Is that tomorrow?” Tyler laughed.
“You forgot your own birthday?” Jake said and then rolled his eyes with a sigh. “Seriously, what would you do without me?”
“Want me to name names?” Tyler said playfully as he rolled over on top of Jake. Jake has already reduced Tyler’s cock to a more manageable two footer during his story in preparation for the epic plowing he was going to be getting. “I’d start with Sam and then move on to Blake from the swim team.” Tyler seductively listed off hot guys he would do while he nibbled on Jake’s ear.
“You could do all that with me.” Jake retorted in between moans of pleasure.
“Aww right. I like where this is going.” Tyler replied with a laugh.
“Do you have to do the Quagmire voice in bed?” Jake attempted to sigh, but he was laughing too.
“But we’re not in a bed.” Tyler joked. “No, but seriously, I’ve been thinking.”
“Nothing good can ever come from that.” Jake teased.
“Hardy Har. No seriously. Sam and Lyle have been going steady for over two months now and neither has tapped that yet.”
“Well, not all couples are as sex crazed as we are.” Jake explained while rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, but Sam’s almost as horny as you are, and I’ve seen the way Lyle looks at Sam. Ginger would go ankles to ears in a second if he wasn’t afraid of being split in half.”
“So what are you suggesting.”
“It’s simple. We, uh. Kill the bat man.” Tyler said in is best Joker voice.
“Oooorrrr. We could initiate the redhead.”
“That’s what I was saying!” Tyler responded in mock indignation. “No, but I am suggesting a camping trip. You know, no pressure. Just friends.” Jake rolled his eyes as Tyler rattled off his plans. Right. Just friends. The “With benefits” didn’t even need to be said. Tyler playfully tweaked one of Jake’s nipples. “I can hear you rolling your eyes from back here, dude.”
“Either way. It’ll have to wait until we get back from New York.”
“Well yeah, but I’ve already got the perfect place. Remember that lake we used to go swimming at with your cousins?”
“Yeah, but the aquifer was over tapped, and the lake’s been just a dried up hole for like a year now.” Jake explained.
Tyler resumed his kissing and nibbling as he spoke in a sultry voice. “You know all about filling holes, don’t you?” Tyler gave one of Jake’s gigantic balls a firm squeeze to further bring home his point. “And just think. There will be no one around for miles… and miles… and miles…”
Jake let out a long, low moan. The debate was officially over. He let slip a jet of cum at the very mention of having that much room to really spread out. Jake was already getting excited about their next camping trip. He was excited about life in general, lately. What wasn’t to love? He had an amazing boyfriend, a couple great friends, and a fantastic power that he just knew he was going to enjoy sharing.
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“Mom… are you sure about this outfit?”
Justine glanced down at herself, feeling a little self-conscious. The shorts that Minerva had bought barely reached her thighs, and it had left her feeling more than a little exposed. Stuffing her ample endowment into them was quite the task, and she found herself repeatedly checking to make sure nothing had slipped. If she managed to keep it soft, she was sure she would be fine…but that was a very big if.
“You promised not to be a stick in the mud…” Minerva whispered, well out of earshot of the approaching duo. Giving her daughter no time to respond, she waved her old friend over excitedly, “Annie! Over here!”
Justine waved nervously, trying to stifle her embarrassment as her mother hopped up and down like a child in the middle of the court. Her friend for her part waved warmly. Unable to contain her excitement, Minerva ran to meet them halfway, nearly tackling them to the ground.
“Oh hello, Minnie!” Anabel gasped, warmly returning the embrace as soon as she had regained her footing, “It’s been far too long, dear.”
“Couldn’t agree more, girl… couldn’t agree more,” Minerva laughed.
After a short exchange outside Justine’s range of hearing, she threw an arm around each of their shoulders and walked them back toward the court.
“Justine, this is my best friend from college: Anabel Descoteaux…”
Anabel wasn’t entirely a stranger; She was a constant presence in Minerva’s stories and photo albums, and they maintained almost daily contact via Facebook and text messages. This was the first time that Justine had met her in person, however. She was an active woman in her mid-40s, much like Minerva. However, where Justine’s mother was energetic and approachable, Anabel had the presence of royalty. Justine found herself feeling very small and under-dressed in her presence.
Justine extended her hand, only to be pulled into a tight hug instead. The girl’s mind briefly left her body as a multitude of sensations hit at once: the softness of her skin, the warmth of her embrace, the sweet smell of her perfume, and the caress of her womanly curves. Justine absentmindedly wrapped her arms around Ms. Descoteaux’s back as Anne nuzzled her cheek into her shoulder.
“Sorry, dear,” Anabel chuckled as they parted, “I hope your mother warned you. I’m very much a hugger.”
Her eyes darted downward for just a split second, and then rose back to meet Justine’s. Her expression was unchanged, but Justine instinctively checked herself to make sure that she hadn’t fallen out of her shorts. Thankfully, all was well.
“Nah… no worries! I uh… I like hugs!” Justine laughed nervously.
“…And this is her daughter, Elaine!” Minerva concluded, gesturing to the hooded girl with her nose buried in her phone.
As if unsettled by the sound of her name, Elaine raised her head with a start, nearly dropping her phone in the process. She looked from Minerva to Anabel, and finally to Justine. They exchanged an awkward glance. Elaine went for a handshake. Justine went for a hug. Both laughed nervously and stalled, feeling foolish as they tried to correct their incompatible greetings. Justine went for a handshake. Elaine went for a hug.
They silently agreed to cut their losses and settled on an awkward wave in lieu of embarrassing themselves further.
“Nice to meet you,” Justine smiled as genuinely as she could manage.
“Y—yes!” Elaine nodded, before adding, “Me uh… me too…”
Justine turned and took her place down the court. She took a few practice swings in hopes that her body would remember the proper motions. Anabel bounced the ball a few times as she prepared to serve from the opposite side of the net.
“Best of three, dear?” Anabel called across the court to Minerva.
“Sounds good!” She responded with a sweet smile, “You just pick how many games you want to lose, Annie!”
The pleasantries quickly faded as Anabel readied up her serve. She cast a final, confident glance at Justine and tossed the ball skyward.
“Haaaaa—UNGH!” With an unrestrained grunt of exertion, she fired the serve from her racket, clearing the net with practiced form. A smile crossed her lips…
The return was a sharp contrast. Justine hit the ball back with a criminally precise slice, giving the ball barely any bounce as it unceremoniously rapped twice against the clay court before Anabel could even begin to approach it. Wide-eyed, her gaze darted to Justine, then to Minerva, and then back.
Minerva burst into laughter.
“I guess it’s our serve now—right, Annie?” She yelled to her dumbfounded friend.
Anabel grumbled, retrieved the ball that now rolled lazily across the court, and tossed it back to Justine with a scalding glare. Justine laughed nervously under her breath and attempted to avoid eye contact with her gloating mother.
“The stakes couldn’t be lower,” she said.
“Just for fun,” she said.
Justine did not want any part of her mother’s ravenous competitive appetite, but she knew that if she intentionally threw the game, the ride home would be torturous. And Minerva would know—she always knew. Justine took a deep breath and tossed the ball up to serve.
Anabel tensed as Justine’s backswing reached its full extension, and she darted forward as soon as the lanky girl’s racket made contact, intending to intercept the low bounce as she had failed to do seconds earlier.
Justine tilted her racket at the last second, sending a moonball bouncing fast and high over Anabel’s head—far beyond her reach.
The older woman jumped with a growl of equal parts exertion and frustration. She swung her racket high overhead, hitting naught but air as the ball sailed past and lodged itself in the chain link fence. Clearly rattled but unbroken, Anabel straightened her visor and took her place back on the court; a determined look fixed on her face.
“Love-15!” Minerva cackled.
“M—Mom?” Elaine piped up, finally getting her mother’s attention.
“What is it, Elaine?” Anabel responded, trying her best to hide her embarrassment.
“W—…would you like me… to um—… Should I return the serve?” Elaine asked somewhat apprehensively—clearly concerned about further bruising her mother’s ego, “She’s… pretty good…”
“Thank you, dear, but no,” Anabel flashed Elaine a smile, “I simply underestimated little Justine, that’s all. My mistake. Knowing her mother, I should’ve been more prepared…”
“You’re doing great, sweetie!” Minerva waved to her daughter from across their side of the court, “She’s got them old lady reactions though, so don’t go too hard on her!”
“D—don’t be like that, Mom…” Justine smiled nervously, refusing to make eye contact with Minerva, “It’s just like… a parlor trick. Everyone falls for it once…”
Elaine’s expression mirrored Justine’s. Though Anabel wore a warm smile, the look in her eyes was downright wrathful, and that made both daughters very nervous. Their mothers were clearly taking this far more seriously than they were. What’s more, Minerva’s antagonizing remarks were clearly finding purchase, adding extra powder to this already overfilled keg.
“Justine, dear?” Anabel called across the court.
“Y-Yes, Ms. Descoteaux?” Justine called back.
“Doctor,” Anabel corrected.
“D-Doctor Descoteaux, my bad…” Justine apologized, “Wh—… I mean… what did you—”
“I have a suspicion, dear. That you’re planning to ‘accidentally’ give me a sub-par serve. To take it easy on me, as it were…” Anabel loosened her white-knuckled grip on her racket, exhaling softly to re-center herself. The look on her face hadn’t lost an ounce of its original intensity, however, “That would frustrate me. Quite a bit. You understand, dear?”
Justine swallowed hard and nodded. They used different words, and their outward personalities couldn’t be further from each other… but suddenly Justine completely understood why Anabel and her mother had been so close for so long. Because the look on Anabel’s face was very familiar. It told Justine that she would accept no handicap.
“You heard her! She asked for it, J!” Minerva cheered, “Serve this old bat up a few more aces. The sooner we’re done using her tennis balls, the sooner she can put them on her walker where they belong.”
“Still ever the joker, Minnie…” Anabel laughed with a shake of her head and looked to Justine, “Come now, girl. We haven’t all day.”
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Anabel dived for the return, merely grazing the ball with her racket. The fuzzy little ball flew up and bounced off of the empty umpire’s chair, landing squarely back in their court. Set point—McVie.
After she failed to return Justine’s initial serves, the set had more or less devolved into an awkwardly paced singles match. Anabel wished to prove that she could consistently return Justine’s surgically precise serves, and as such had given Elaine a rather wilting look every time she had tried to assist.
To her credit, Anabel had managed to return a fair few… but she simply didn’t have the speed to both react and put herself in a position to return much of the time. The individual games were never blowouts, but before long, the McVies had captured set point before the Descoteauxs had managed to capture even a single game.
Justine wanted to be swallowed up by the Earth. The tension on the court could’ve been cut with a knife. That probably had something to do with the fact that her mother hadn’t stopped her snide jabs for even a second, and continued cackling at her exhausted rival’s unsuccessful effort.
Anabel picked herself up off of the court. She rolled over onto her backside and leaned back on her arms, gazing up at the clouds while she tried to catch her breath. Sweat poured down her neck and ample chest as it rose and fell, her white tank top already soaked and sticking to her body. She pulled off her visor and fanned herself with it in an attempt to cool down.
Justine could feel it happening. The crackling tingle in her tummy happily sizzled like a lit fuse as it slowly traveled south, making its way to her chemically-restrained testes. Her medicine was wearing off… and now she had second thoughts regarding what she’d like to be swallowed up by.
“It’s my turn to serve now, isn’t it?”
Elaine called across the net for the first time, which took everyone by surprise. Her mother nodded from the ground. Elaine held her hand out for a ball—jaw clenched tight, eyes narrowed, and eyebrows furrowed.
Justine jumped a little as Elaine’s icy stare turned to her, as she scrambled to fish a fresh tennis ball out of the canister. After she dropped it a few times, further embarrassing herself, Justine finally managed to pass it across the net.
“Thank you,” Elaine responded with a robotic, warmth-less pleasantry.
Justine’s shoulders fell. This was the reason she didn’t play anymore. She didn’t care if she won or lost. It was a game to her. It always had been. She didn’t even practice beyond the amount that she was forced to tolerate for her mother’s sake.
And that was fine… until she played against someone who it wasn’t just a game for. Someone who practiced constantly and put their heart and soul into it. For someone like that, losing to her was just a never-ending cycle of confusion and frustration… and Justine couldn’t help but acknowledge that it felt more than a little unfair, in a cosmic sense.
In short, playing didn’t make Justine happy… and it made a lot of others very unhappy. So she quit.
Elaine set her racket and the new ball down on the ground and grabbed the hem of her baggy shirt with both hands. Justine’s eyes were sucked to her midsection like a magnet as each tiny motion of her body made her abdominals ripple through her sun-tanned skin. Her lower body pulled a similar trick as she bent over to kick off her shorts, leaving her only in her leggings and a bright-orange sports bra.
The tingling had turned into a rumble, and Justine pinched her legs together in anticipation of the imminent failure of her tuck work. She could feel her heart beating faster by the second. Her medicine was fighting a losing battle. She could already feel her panties stretching uncomfortably.
Elaine picked up her equipment and shook her hair out of her face, sending a pleasant shiver down Justine’s spine. Though she’d never been particularly religious, she found herself praying that Elaine wouldn’t flash her that cold stare again. Her libido was rapidly becoming more and more of a problem by the second, and there was a non-zero chance that she might cream her shorts if Elaine stared her down again.
As Elaine tossed the ball skyward to serve, Justine was snapped from her daydream by the horrible realization that she couldn’t move—not without flashing her leaky half-chub to a dozen sentient polo shirts, anyway. She tried to get her mother’s attention, but Minerva was already poised to react and return.
“NnnYAAAAAAHHrr!”
Elaine’s serve sounded like a gunshot, and the ball fired off her racket with comparable speed. Minerva moved just a little too late, and the serve bounced at the edge of her box and into the fence.
Minerva did a bit of a double take between young Elaine and the ball, eyes widened, equal parts surprised and impressed. Elaine flashed her a toothy grin, her braces shining in the bright sun.
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With Anabel still catching her breath and Justine desperately fending off her libido, the match once again devolved into a mostly one-on-one affair. However, Minerva and Elaine played a much more athletic contest than their inverse pair had. While there were few aces to be found, Elaine dashed and leaped around the court with the speed of a pronghorn, and had the endurance to match.
Minerva’s rally was powerful and precise, but she, unfortunately, possessed the mortal weakness of finite stamina. Elaine seemed to share no such weakness. She was a brace-faced terminator—utterly relentless. Minerva may as well have been playing against a brick wall for all the hope she had of getting the ball past her.
The second set ended in much the same way as the first—one player exhausted, another barely breaking a sweat, and their respective doubles partners standing around awkwardly like racket-wielding trees had sprung up from the court. Set Point—Descoteaux.
Minerva paced around her box, malding at the rather decisive loss she had just suffered. Justine finally managed to catch her eye and shot her mother a pleading look. |
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Tyler was exhausted. His large muscles were screaming from all the exertion. He might be beefy but dragging his ever expanding mass of cock had taken superhuman strength and stamina. Tyler was spent, and all he wanted to do now was rest atop the warm and cushiony expanse of his own gigantic nuts.
Tyler didn’t really have a good idea of just how big he had gotten, and at this point, he didn’t really care; he had long since surpassed the size range that he had been thinking of when he had first asked for this power. It seemed like ages ago when he had made a wish on a shooting star to give him a little boost downstairs. He had never expected the wish to be answered and especially not to the extent that it had been. Now that Tyler knew differently he had to think back over what all had happened since then. It was a good way to clear his head, and it’s not like he was going anywhere anyway. At his current size, Tyler was probably not going anywhere ever again. Not unless someone airlifted him out of there, maybe to a zoo or an amusement park where people could gawk at the misshapen mass of flesh before them. He would live out his days as a sideshow where people could see firsthand the dangers of too much of a good thing. “Be careful what you wish for.” Isn’t that how the old platitude went?
Tyler would be sure to have his own brand of fun while there, though. In his current state, he only had two tricks that he could do. He had to earn his keep somehow, though, right? He’d cum a few times a day in front of a live studio audience. It’d be like a Sea World show where the first few rows are the splash zone, but this time, the first few rows would always be full. Tyler just hoped that he at least got a hot trainer to do stunts with him. Tyler liked to imagine his own personal trainer being like the dude who was doing the dolphin show last time he went to Sea World with Jake. The guy was a tall, ripped, tanned, blond knockout. Tyler could even easily see the guy’s nice package tightly packed into the skintight wetsuit that all the trainers wore. Tyler had been not so secretly scoping at that dude’s choice ass the whole show. In retrospect, he realized so had Jake. Had those two been paying more attention to each other during the show they might have figured things out ages ago and have been enjoying the benefits of boyfriendhood.
A couple times a day Tyler would douse that hotty with jets of hot spunk; each show that tightly wrapped package would get more and more pronounced. It would be part of the show. That hot dude’s dick would be wrapped in the rubbery fabric so tight that the outline would be perfectly visible to everyone watching, and as the waves of cum washed over him all cameras would be on the expanding member as it swelled up and burst from it’s confines. They could call the event “Free Willy” Each host would only be able to work for a few days before they too became so large as to be completely immobile. Tyler doubted they’d have much trouble finding replacements, though. There would probably be a waiting list of guy’s who were craving to have their own dicks inflated like the Goodyear blimp.
Just thinking about his quasi-luxurious life in captivity made Tyler feel better about his current predicament. Sure, his athletic career was pretty much over, but he could still be the star of the show, and besides, having this much cock felt awesome. Tyler had been hovering at half mast for his entire reverie. The wonderfully electric tingle of pleasure coursing through every cubic foot of cock was overloading his mind. He could barely contain his urge to unload right then and there. He had been ready to cum for hours now, but he had promised this next load to Jake.
Tyler could feel his face flush when he thought about Jake. In the course of his adventures over the past few days he had managed to come out and get with the love of his life, and they had made a great new friend. Even if they were doomed to have to live out there life as some sideshow, at least they would be doing so together. All in all, if given the chance to do it all over again, Tyler wouldn’t change a thing.
Tyler rubbed his hands across the sensitive skin of his dick. There was just so much of it that he could barely feel his tiny hands along his monolithic shaft. He just wanted to lie there and rub his body against the sleeping behemoth beneath him. At least until Jake showed up, anyway. Tyler had promised to grow that boy bigger than either him or Sam. He was going to make sure Jake had the biggest cock the world had ever seen, and judging by Sam’s current size, that was going to be quite an undertaking.
Tyler tried to tilt his head upwards so that he could see the full size of Sam’s towering spire, but there was no way Tyler could tilt his head that far back. His neck was already cramping and he could only see about halfway up. The guy’s cock had to be several hundred feet tall. The towering silhouette would be right at home in the Chicago skyline. Tyler couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of pride in his protégé; Sam was the current owner of the world’s biggest dick. He would never again have to worry about anyone teasing him about being too small.
Tyler chuckled a bit to himself. He was having a hard time remembering what it was like to always be afraid of someone seeing his dick and discovering just how little he was packing. The time was in fact not that long ago where he was terrified of the thought of anyone realizing how small his dick was, but now he was thinking about putting on shows where hundreds of people a day could show up and marvel at the glorious dick that he was now packing. Tyler could feel himself swell with pride as he thought about being the center of attention in such a way. All those people gaping in awe and wonder at how magnificent his dick is.
Tyler soon realized that is was not just the pride that was causing his swelling feeling. He was in fact getting bigger again. The warm pulsing was coursing through his balls and spreading up along his now ever larger shaft. Tyler had to quickly put a lid on his growth before he let himself lose control again. He needed to try and maintain some semblance of control of the situation, but some corner of his mind was telling him he should just let loose. He should lose himself in the pleasure. He was already past the point of immobility, what did he really have to lose?
While Tyler was having his most recent surge, Jake had finally managed to position himself in front of the leviathan that was his boyfriend’s cock. Jake stared in awe at the sheer size of it. The beast was over twenty feet in diameter. The top of Tyler’s massive cock head towered over Jake. The flared head was so massive that the bottom of Tyler’s gigantic slit was even with Jake’s waist. The entrance itself was plenty tall enough for Jake to walk through without fear of hitting his head. Jake could scarcely believe that just the other day this thing had been inside of him. It had been big then, sure. Jake’s ass was still stretched out from taking that jumbo schlong, but this was a whole different spectrum of huge. This was in the category of like a building sized huge as opposed to value sub huge.
Jake had been ready for his own massive growth spurt all day. He had had to watch his two friends grow and grow again while he was left behind. He had been fantasizing about having a cock bigger than Tyler’s; bigger than Sam’s even. Jake didn’t care if his nuts started to generate their own atmosphere; he was ready to be huge.
Jake leaned in and kissed the spongy flesh around the entrance to his lover’s gigantic dick before pulling himself up and crawling into the crevasse. Once Jake was inside he began to quickly shed his clothing. He haphazardly pulled off his shirt and flung it in a random direction and then quickly began work on pulling down his briefs. The custom fit underwear was really getting to be uncomfortable for him. His rising erection was struggling against the fabric for release. Jake was so glad when he finally got the waistband down around his ankles so that his balls could spill out and finally get some air.
Now that his junk was no longer being forced into a much smaller size than it really was, Jake could appreciate just how big he already was. His hefty nuts hung so low that they rested solidly on the ground below him, even with his extra few feet of height from standing on the threshold of Tyler’s colossus. Each massive nut was almost as tall as Jake was and much wider around. Jake’s enormous semi drooped over his humongous nuts. The shaft itself was dangerously close to twenty feet long and was just as big around as either one of Jake’s balls. Jake couldn’t help but smile knowing that this was but a fraction of his true size, and that he was soon to be getting even bigger.
Jake imagination was already running wild with daydreams of just how much bigger he could get. He was so jealous of Sam’s thousand foot tall tower that he just wanted to grow and grow and grow; to get so massive, so huge, that no one would ever come close to rivaling him ever again. He was going to grow; bigger and bigger as his planet sized orbs dangled off of the blue planter. Bigger and bigger as his Babel tower reached into the heavens. Bigger and bigger and the tip of his celestial cock reached out and bumped the moon. His cock would continue to grow, continue to surge forth as the moon drifted into the cavernous opening at the tip of his godly cock and slipped into the void.
Just imagining his dick being large enough to devour planetoids got Jake closer to the edge. He was ready to cum at any second. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to fire his load at the size he was in his dream. The force of the cumshot would change the rotation of the planet. Around and around the world would spin as Jake pumped gallons of gallons of milky spooge into the solar system. Soon the Earth would have frothy white rings similar to the ones around Saturn, only there would be no scientific debate over where these rings came from. Every day when the people of Earth go out in the morning and stare out at the swirling bands of cum encircling the planet they would know that somewhere out there is a cock that could get blowjobs from the great storm of Jupiter.
Sure there would be some getting used to. The length of days would change now that the Earth rotated around a different axis. The rotation would be based on Jake’s nuts which were both far larger than the puny planet below. The three planet sized spheres would spin together like crystals in the hands of The Goblin King. The tides would flow differently now that the speed and direction of the Earth’s rotation had changed and the moon had been jettisoned out of Jake’s intergalactic dick, but soon life would return to normal. It would eventually turn out to be a boon to the human race because NASA no longer needed to devise some overly expensive and complex space elevator. They could just make their new space base on the tip of Jake’s galactic cock head. The vantage point atop Jake’s spongy tip would place them far enough outside the Earth’s atmosphere to make take offs far more fuel efficient. All they had to do was hold on tight as Jake’s white hole jettisoned matter out into the universe a few times a day.
Jake was beyond rock hard now. His daydream had already caused him to dribble large amounts of pre all over the ground below him. He didn’t even have time to try and get his hands around his massive shaft before he busted a nut across the country side. The jets of warm jizz rained down across the already soaked landscape. Under normal circumstances this would have been a breathtaking sight as Jake’s cannon blasted spunk into the air, but it paled in comparison to the massive rain of spooge that had erupted from Sam’s volcanic cock just a moment before. Jake’s huge glops of spooge smacked down into the even more titanic pools of Sam’s previous load.
Jake could feel the ground rumbling. At first he thought it was just his legs feeling like jelly after that blowing that amazing load, but he soon realized otherwise. The very ground beneath his feet was shifting and moving. Tyler was growing!
All the growth had made Tyler exhausted, and he had been trying to keep his size at a minimum for hours now. He just could not hold it all in anymore. Tyler relaxed his body and soul and let his cock take its even more massive true size. He rose higher and higher off the ground as his balls expanded rapidly. Tyler could only hope that his diminutive boyfriend was enjoying the ride from inside as his cock surged forth as well.
Once the ground beneath him had finally stopped shifting, Jake was able to get his footing and take a long around. The inside passageway of his boyfriend’s cock was now positively cavernous. Jake suddenly wished he had brought some torches with him to light the path, lest he be jumped by a creeper, but then again, the goal was to cause a cumsplosion up in this beast anyway.
In that moment, Jake felt incredibly tiny, but he was also filled with hope that he would soon be even larger than this. A lot larger than this, if things went as he hoped, but that all depended on Jake managing to make Tyler blow his load all over him. Jake had not had any trouble bringing his boyfriend to climax before, but things were different now that Jake was but a speck inside the colossus that was his lover’s dick.
Jake didn’t waste any time getting to work. With a bit of effort he was able to lug his junk up over the threshold so that every inch of his was now inside the monolith that was his boyfriend’s cock. There was something strangely erotic about being in there. Everything around him was Tyler; the walls were Tyler; the very air itself was Tyler. The very thought of being completely enclosed in his boyfriend turned Jake on so much. His huge dick was already springing to life even after having just been drained not even three minutes ago.
Jake flopped over atop his dick and set to work pleasuring the inner walls of his boyfriend’s mountainous cock. Jake rubbed his hands and dick against any surface he could find; hoping that the flesh on the inside was just as sensitive as it was on the outside. Judging by the reactions that his surroundings were having, Jake had to assume that Tyler was enjoying this a lot. Jake ground his cock into the floor of Tyler’s inner cavern and rocked it back and forth has he rode his dick like a mechanical bull. Each gyration of Jake’s hips caused his dick to roll back and forth like waves on the beach. Tyler’s cock would twitch in tandem with each of Jake’s thrusts; letting the tall, brown haired boy know that his efforts were appreciated.
As Tyler’s massive cock got harder, the angle became more and more severe. Jake could feel himself sliding deeper and deeper inside. The frequent waves of slimy pre bubbling up from the depths of Tyler’s dick just served to make the ride down even smoother for Jake. Jake tried to recall what he knew of male anatomy. Was it physically possible for him to slide so deep down that he’d actually find himself inside of one of those glorious cum factories? It would be nice to be so close to the source; an infinite supply of growth juice to make Jake’s wildest dreams come true. The problem with that was Jake would soon outgrow the confines of his lover’s humongous nut. There is no way that would be enjoyable for either of them. It’s a shame too, part of Jake’s mind said that it could have been fun if there wasn’t the danger of growing involved. Jake made a metal note to let Tyler try it sometime when Jake was finally large enough.
Tyler was loving the feeling of having Jake inside his dick. He had not expected it to feel nearly this good. Jake’s huge dick was filling Tyler up from the inside, and he could feel his tiny little lover writhing around inside of him. Each twitch and slide sent ripples of pleasure along Tyler’s cock. Tyler could feel himself come closer and closer to cumming as Jake got deeper and deeper within him. Tyler was trying to hold off until Jake got closer to the base, but it was looking like he wouldn’t be able to hold out that long.
Something was off. Jake was starting to slide down much easier than before. His massive cock was taking up less and less of the hallway by the second. Jake was beginning to become very afraid that he might be forced to test his theory about outgrowing his buddy’s cum sphere the hard way. Jake really, really didn’t want to end up busting out of his best friend’s mountain sized nut like some sort of Inner Space Kool-aid man.
Tyler could feel Jake start to slide down inside of him more easily than before. He was very confused by this turn of event. He certainly had not wished to grow any more than he already had; the growth would detract from the pleasure, and there was a chance of hurting his best friend if Jake went into a free fall. Tyler tried his best to stymie the growth, but his powers were not responding. His cock and balls continued to enlarge unabated. Tyler tried to maintain control of himself and his power; he pleaded with his subconscious to knock off this bullshit and let him enjoy his current size. All the while his mind was fogging over from the pleasure and knowledge of having Jake wiggling around inside of him.
Jake was now sliding rapidly down Tyler’s ever expanding shaft. He was riding his huge dick down the dark tunnel of his best friend’s shaft like a log flume on Splash Mountain. He needed to think of something to slow the descent, but he was running out of ideas. In a last ditch effort Jake did the one thing he could think of; he relaxed his mind and let himself grow to his full size. Jake had to hope that Tyler was now large enough that Jake’s massive cock could fit comfortably inside of Tyler’s gargantuan dick, but also small enough that Jake wouldn’t continue his freefall even after he grew.
Luckily for both of them, Tyler’s size was just about right for Jake’s fully released cock. Jake’s quickly expanding cock caused his to catch about halfway down his lover’s steadily growing shaft. It was a tight fit, but Jake’s gambit had work. Jake was now mashed between his incredibly huge balls and the inner lining of Tyler’s impossibly huge cock. His success was short lived though because he could feel his perch becoming more and more precarious by the second as Tyler’s cock continue to grow ever larger.
Tyler felt Jake expand within him. The sensation was indescribable. Not only did he have a giant mass inside of him that was hitting all the sensitive parts of his cock from the inside out, but it was also blocking the stream of pre from flowing out of him. He could feel the pressure welling up in the base of his cock. Tyler was ready to blow his load at any second.
Tyler managed to clear his mind enough to try and take stock of his current size. He was huge, but he already knew that. His current size was far beyond what he previously understood as huge, though. His cock seemed to extend on forever on either side of him. The rising tower disappeared into the night sky. Beneath him all he could see was his gargantuan balls. He couldn’t tell how large he was for sure. Although, judging by the fact the he could easily fit all of his boyfriend’s hundred foot cock inside of him, he had to have easily topped Sam’s thousand foot best by a good margin, and he was still growing by the second.
Jake’s reprieve was all too brief. He only managed to slow his descent for a moment before Tyler had once again grown so large that Jake began to slide into the abyss. Jake wished he could see how gloriously huge Tyler was now, but he couldn’t get a good glimpse of the event from so deep inside the tunnel. Tyler’s shaft quickly became so huge that Jake was once again in freefall. He braced himself for the worse, but he didn’t bet on what happened next.
Tyler couldn’t hold himself back any more, nor did he want to. The combination of his little lover sliding down his shaft plus the pleasurable sensation of his mega growth spurt rocked him to his core. He began to fire impossibly huge sprays of cum across the night sky. Jets of cum arced up into the stratosphere as they fired from Tyler’s enormous cock. The tip of Tyler’s dick had long since reached up past the thousand foot mark. It had long since even surpassed the two thousand foot mark. Tyler’s cock now rivaled the Burj Khalifa in terms of sheer height, but it completely emasculated the iconic tower in terms of sheer girth. The earth beneath him groaned and strained as the sheer wait of his titanic endowment irrevocably changed the contours of the landscape. Each blast of hot jizz was enough to fill a good sized lake, but the combined volume of spooge being unloaded upon the plains below was enough to turn the surrounding mile and a half radius from a dry summer plains to a waist deep bog of spunk.
The first blast of cum caught Jake off guard and knocked the wind out of him. The spooge crashed against the underside of his cock; buffeting him upwards several feet. Jake couldn’t tell how high he was lifted, but distance really didn’t matter in the black void of his boyfriend’s seemingly infinite cock. Waves of warm spunk rolled over him and continued their skyward launch. After each wave passed him Jake would again continue his freefall. He felt like he should have a cowboy hat to wave around like Slim Pickens as he rode his giant cock like a missile, but then he would be flung skyward again by yet another blast of cum. The whole ordeal felt a lot like one of those shitty amusement park elevator rides where it picks you up and drops you over and over again except instead of being strapped into some rickety metal chair on a platform, Jake was riding his freighter sized wang like a needlessly large boogie board. Again and again Jake was flung upwards and dropped.
Once he got into the rhythm of it, it was actually kind of fun, and the jets of cum crashing against his monstrous dick felt amazing. It was kind of when he would sneak into the guest bathroom to shower so he could use that fancy detachable shower head with the hose on it so he could spray himself from every possible angle. More often than not he only actually used two angles, though; right into his dick and right into his ass. The current liquid massage was even more erotic since instead of water, Jake was being pelted by his lover’s warm jizz. Soon enough Jake was cumming too. He blasted jet after jet of warm jizz onto the inner walls of his best friend’s seemingly infinite cock. Jake’s spooge quickly got swept away by the continuous even larger blasts of warm spunk from his lover. The two loads combined as the traveled up Tyler’s shaft so that the spray of jizz flying across the night sky was actually a mixture of the two lovers’ spunk. It was strangely romantic is a bizarre, erotic way.
Eventually Tyler’s orgasmic onslaught tapered off, and his hard on deflated. Tyler was still leaking jizz even after his shaft had drooped down and come to a rest on the spooge saturated swamplands below. Jake was eventually carried out of Tyler’s monstrous cock with one of the residual waves of cum and landed with a plop atop his own flaccid dick. He was shaken up, but generally unhurt. That had been one hell of a ride.
Jake slowly managed to get his mind back in order as he took stock of his surroundings. He was covered in Tyler’s spunk from head to toe. He felt all tingly and foggy from a combination of post-panic adrenaline and good old fashioned afterglow. He looked at his giant cock. It was huge alright, but… it was just as big as it was last night?
Jake didn’t understand. By all his calculations he should have a cock the size of the empire state building, and here he was with a meager one hundred foot mass of dick. What happened? Had Tyler finally overloaded his powers? Had Jake developed a resistance? Were either of those outcomes even possible? Jake had wanted this so bad all day, and now that he finally had his turn he was denied by some cruel twist of fate!
Jake was only vaguely aware of the figure walking over to him as he lamented his poor luck. The visitor was laughing. Jake didn’t like the tone of that laugh at all… it didn’t seem entirely friendly. Jake knew he knew that voice, but from where? It wasn’t Sam and it wasn’t Tyler. They were expecting a fourth person, right? What was his name? Jake realized that they had never bothered to ask who Sam’s mysterious date was. Jake knew he knew that voice, though.
“That’s a good look for you, Jack.” Came the voice.
Jack? Jake only knew one person who called him that. A friend of a friend he had crossed paths with a few times in the past. “Dalton?”
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“Here we are!”
Justine awoke with a start at her mother’s announcement, half-lidded eyes rolling around to the blurry figure in the driver’s seat.
“Hwuh?” She mumbled, rubbing the imprint that the seat belt had left on her cheek as she slept against it.
“Here you go, sleeping cutie…” Her mom laughed, pulling Justine's glasses down from the sunglasses holder, "I took your glasses off when you fell asleep so they wouldn’t smush into your face."
She slipped them onto her half-conscious face. With a quick hug and a peck on the cheek, Justine’s mom hopped out of the car and began to rifle through the trunk. By the time Justine finally got out of the car, she had already closed it and approached her sleepy daughter with gym bags in either hand.
“Here’s yoouuuurs⁓♪” With a sing-song voice and a big smile, she put the bag in Justine's hands with characteristic insistence, “Now let’s get inside and get changed. We don’t want to be laaaaa-aaaaate⁓♪”
Justine yawned and reached down to scratch herself as her body walked behind her mother on auto-pilot. The slap of her flip-flops soon quieted as they transitioned from the sidewalk to the soft carpet. The cool whoosh of an air-conditioned room signaled their entrance, which beckoned Justine’s eyelids to open.
“Ahem.”
A rather insistent voice drew Justine’s attention to a rail-thin woman in her mid-50s. She looked down the end of her long nose, her pale and powdered cheeks stretching in an opaquely insincere smile.
“Oh… c-can I h—uh… I mean… what can I d—” Justine
“I’m afraid you’ll have to leave, ma’am,” the smiling woman interrupted.
“Wh—” Justine’s eyes shot open as she suddenly felt very awake. As she clutched her bag in front of her chest, the young woman glanced around the room. She found nothing but the stares of the many older patrons, their breakfast interrupted by the intrusion.
“I’m afraid that your… attire…” Her beady eyes rolled down her long nose and back, scanning Justine condescendingly, “…does not meet our dress code.”
Justine looked down over her bag in horror as she realized that she was still in her pajamas—and not cute ones either. No, she was wearing a T-shirt that was a couple of sizes too big, a pair of very loose boxer shorts, and flip-flops. The half-chub that remained of her morning wood made a rather obscene arch down one side towards her leg, millimeters from breaching containment.
Nervous sweat began to bead on her forehead as she realized how well-dressed the average person in this room was, as well as the stunningly expensive-looking décor that surrounded her. With a mouth that felt like it was stuffed with peanut butter, she struggled to explain herself. Nervousness progressed into full-on panic as she realized that she had no idea what she was doing here—or even where ‘here’ was.
“Excuse me, is something the matter?”
Noticing that Justine had been stopped, her mother turned back with a sense of urgency that made her curls bounce as she approached. She stood beside her daughter, a bag over one arm and two brand-new tennis rackets tucked under the other.
“Oh, this young lady wandered in, and I was—”
“Wandered in? Good god, some things never change.”
“Is there a problem here?” A suited man entered the conversation from behind them, and he positioned himself alongside the doorwoman.
“Indeed there is. This woman has been very rude to my daughter—”
“This club is for members only, ma’am.”
With that, her mother’s expression darkened to the new man as it had with the long-nosed woman.
“Mom… People are staring…” Justine whispered, shrinking with embarrassment.
“You should be used to it, dear. Eyes tend to follow the glow,” Minerva pulled out her phone, angrily tapped the screen a few times—taking care to turn up her fingernails to avoid the screen—and put it to her ear. She glanced at either of the two employees in turn, “That’ll be all from the both of you, thanks.”
“Ma’am, we’re going to have to ask you to lea—”
“Annie? It's Minnie. Hi, I’m sorry to call you like this, but it seems we’ve arrived a little early, and—… Yes. Exactly. This under-stuffed screech owl and her frat boy fling are being very rude to me and Justine—… Thank you, honey. Hugs and kisses. See you in a few.”
Minerva tapped the end call button with a bit of flourish to her motion, spreading her fingers out to show off her immaculately-styled nails again. She turned from the two as if they had vanished from her sight and proceeded inside, grabbing Justine's arm to pull her along. They started to pursue in protest, but both of them ground to a halt as their pockets started vibrating.
“Mom… I could’ve just gotten changed in the car if you’d—”
“They have a changing room for a reason, dear. So we’ll change there.”
“But the dress code—” Justine began to protest.
“Trust me, dear—if you were a white girl with straight hair, they wouldn’t have given a shit about their dress code.”
"But I'm barely dres—"
"Then they should be grateful they don't have to pay for the privilege. Ah! Here we are!"
Minerva led Justine through the entryway, the fancy dining room, the bar area, and the locker rooms before they finally arrived at a private changing room with a small reserved sign on it.
“Mom… we were going to go get the rest of my stuff. From the dorm…?” Justine grumbled—shaken, but now thoroughly awake.
“Oh of course we are, College Queen! Annie called while you were sleeping—she's my girl from way back in my college days—and she invited us to play a game or two with her and her daughter Elaine. I haven't seen Annie in so long, so I just couldn't refuse!" She held her phone up next to the knob, causing the red LED above it to turn green.
"Mom, I didn't pack any clothes to play tennis. I don't have anything but flip-flops and hiking boots."
"Oh, I know dear. That's why I stopped off and bought us some equipment for the occasion! What did you think was in that bag you're carrying? Silly…"
“Great…” Justine mumbled, her mood still thoroughly soured from the rude awakening at the entryway.
“What was that, honey?”
“Oh… it was nothing. Sorry. I’m just really tired, is all…”
“I’ll grab you a coffee while you’re getting changed, then,” Minerva held the door open and waved her daughter inside.
Justine hesitated for a moment but proceeded inside regardless. She didn't want anything to do with this, but given all the equipment her mother had bought, she would feel pretty bad turning her down. Then again, knowing her mother, there was a pretty good chance that was part of the plan.
"Mom… I don't really want to play…" Justine rubbed the back of her neck in the uncomfortable silence, "I mean, I haven't practiced in a long time. So I bet I'm gonna be super rusty. I don't want to drag you down."
"Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, sweetie; this is just for fun! Just a friendly game between old friends and their beautiful, talented daughters," She patted Justine on the shoulder with a broad smile, "The stakes couldn't be lower, dear!"
Somehow Justine still had doubts. Her mother was the woman that shame forgot. Her face was never without a veneer of infectious confidence. She was a star athlete, a part-time model, one of the most accomplished trial attorneys on the east coast, and an incredibly shrewd investor besides.
Justine, on the other hand? She often joked that she must’ve been adopted. She inherited none of her mother’s natural charisma or confidence, and certainly none of her outgoing personality. Justine was a bookish, awkward, kissless virgin at the age of 22.
That’s not to say she lacked friends—she had plenty of those that she cared for very deeply. But the moment of complete exposure and vulnerability that came with expressing romantic or sexual feelings towards another person seemed like an insurmountable anxiety.
One thing she did inherit from her mother was her natural talent on the tennis court. However, love of the sport was not something they shared—much to her mother's chagrin, Minerva had been trying to convince her daughter to pick up the racket again ever since she left for college to no avail.
Then again, Minerva had done her more favors than she could count during her college years. As she had a few minutes prior, Justine’s mother always had her daughter’s back, and Justine doubted that she’d ever have made it through the roughest parts of exam season without her. So she tried not to make too big of a stink about the mild subterfuge used to get her here. Just a couple of games? She could do that. Besides, there was no arguing with her mother anyway, as many an unprepared prosecutor had figured out the hard way.
Minerva closed the door behind them as Justine sat the bag on the bench facing a row of lockers and started to undress.
“Oh, that reminds me—when was the last time you masturbated, dear?”
Justine was caught so off guard by the question that she nearly fell over while stepping out of her shorts.
"Mom!" Justine hissed, instinctively looking around the empty room to make sure no one heard.
“You have a condition, sweetie," Minerva explained with a patience seen only by her daughter, "Asakura Syndrome isn’t a joke, and I know we’ve been stuck in the car for the past couple of days. Maybe you should consider… loosening your strings… before we hit the court?”
Asakura Syndrome, for the unaware, is a genetic disorder that affects girls with dicks. In short, the condition is caused by a chronic hormonal imbalance, which can itself have a wide range of potential causes. Common symptoms include hyperspermia, hypergonadism, and aggressive sexual urges—each of which will steadily increase in severity without treatment. In extreme cases, this can result in a compulsive pursuit of sexual release. Thankfully, patients with this condition usually respond well to simple medication and manual stimulation therapy, so such cases are extremely rare.
“I’ll be fine,” Justine assured her, “I can handle it.”
“I know you can, Justine. You can do anything. Whether or not you will is more my concern,” Minerva crossed her arms, eyebrow raised.
"My new meds keep it under control, Mom. So just let me do my own thing, please?” Justine scoffed.
"You do your own thing ten to fifteen times a day, Justine. I'm just asking you to do it once before we head out to the court. You know you embarrass easily, so…"
“Mom, I’m not jacking off in a country club locker room. E—… end of discussion!” Justine’s voice got a little shaky at the end, but she stuck to it nonetheless.
“Sweetie, there’s nothing wrong with having a strong sex drive—especially for someone with your condition,” Minerva glanced down only briefly, and Justine’s gaze followed hers.
Justine’s face turned pink as she discovered the very visible tent in her pajama pants. She averted her eyes with an indignant scoff—intent on further protest but found her tongue frozen with embarrassment. Closing her legs a little tighter, she pulled the bag onto her lap to hide it from view.
“Now I’m going to go get us some coffee,” Minerva announced, walking toward the door, “I’ll be gone for twenty minutes.”
Minerva stressed the last couple of words, giving her daughter a pointed stare. The implication was clear.
“Okay…” Justine grumbled.
“I’ll knock when I come back, okay?” Minerva told her, already halfway out the door.
“Fine.”
“Okay!” Her mother smiled and closed the door behind her.
Justine rolled her eyes with a sigh as she turned the shower on and began to disrobe, neatly folding her PJs into a pile next to the bag. She briefly considered taking her mother’s advice. On any other day, she probably would have. But the incident at the door along with her mother’s embarrassing (though not necessarily untrue) remarks had left her feeling somewhat obstinate.
She huffed with the kind of frustration that comes with being told what you don’t want to hear. Still stewing, she ransacked her bag for her pills and bitterly struggled with the cap. After a few frustrated grunts, both the cap and the bottle popped free of her grasp. Justine could do naught but watch in horror as a half-dozen pills shot across the room and began to dissolve on the damp shower floor.
“Fuck!” Justine cursed in a scramble to pick up at least one, but they had all been reduced to foamy splotches on the tile before she could reach them.
Hesitantly, she looked into the bottle to confirm what she already knew. She cursed again, finding it empty. Taking a deep breath, Justine tried to stay positive. The next week wouldn’t be pleasant, but she would survive. She just had to get through today. With a sigh, she stepped into the falling water and turned the knob until the water began to run out cold. |
d70c1ec2c941319a90eb4ed3ca7397148016a54609959c3455f78c52dbca69c9 | 62,005 | 6 | Chapter 6 - Epilogue |
“So, did you have fun with Annie?”
“W—what?” Justine startled from her daydream and looked over to her mother, “What um—what do you mean?”
“Your little song and dance. With all the aces you served? She was soooo mad,” Minerva laughed, drumming her hands happily on the steering wheel.
“O—oh… haha yeah…” Justine sighed in relief, “I’m sure it was just an off day for her.”
“Hardly. You wore that ass out, J!” Minerva laughed, “Annie told me her legs felt like jelly before you even finished the first round.”
Justine didn’t respond and dodged the interaction by taking a long sip from her water bottle. She looked out the window, feeling heat rush to her face again.
“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You get your stamina from your father, you know…” Minerva talked with her hands as always, and put a hand on Justine’s shoulder, “And Annie? God, she was always a sweaty, panting mess after Kris got done with her.”
Justine’s eyes practically bulged out of her head. Her water shot out of her nose as she choked, and a fit of breathless coughing soon followed. Minerva patted her back with concern.
“Oh, sweetie. Are you alright?”
“F—fine,” Justine nodded, still coughing as her body tried to clear her airway of liquid, “D—did Anabel… um… tell you…?”
“Tell me what, sweetie?” Minerva asked, “I haven’t talked to her since she went to the shower.”
“Oh, just y’know…” Justine breathed a sigh of relief, “You asked her to check my eye. She said I got lucky, so I should be fine.”
“That’s good to hear, sweetheart,” Minerva smiled.
The radio played over the silence that followed for a few minutes. Justine had learned more about her parent’s sexual exploits that week than she ever wanted to know. Thankfully, they were almost home.
“So, did she call you Daddy?” Minerva prodded with a knowing smirk.
“M—… Mom!” Justine gasped, covering her face, “Oh my god…”
“She did! I knew it! Bitch owes me $50!” Minerva cackled.
“Oh my god, kill me…” Justine whined, curling into a little ball of embarrassment.
“Oh, don’t be like that, honey,” Minerva laughed.
“How did you—”
“Baby, I set the whole thing up,” Minerva proudly announced, “Annie said she was going nuts ever since her husband went to Hong Kong for business. You needed to get some ass so you could stop being so weird about it. So I made sure you two had the opportunity.”
Justine refused to un-ball herself and pouted as she looked out the window.
“That was a nasty trick, Mom. Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is? I made myself look like an idiot…”
“Sorry, sweetie. Mother knows best,” Minerva chuckled as they pulled into the driveway and parked. “Besides, I think you’ll forgive me.”
“Hmph. And why is that?” Justine glared.
“Because I put Elaine Descoteaux’s number in your phone for you,” Minerva grinned, unhooking her seatbelt, “She asked me to give it to you before she left. Said something about a sponsorship meeting being canceled .”
“Wh—” Justine glanced down at her phone, “Uh… would it be okay if we unload my stuff… later?”
“You want to leave it in the car for now?” Minerva raised an eyebrow, “Got somewhere else to be?”
“J—just need to um… loosen my strings…” |
96f2193f291b30097e641bd0ac504c18b3646d5ff8b1ad85262453d2e605a1b0 | 63,238 | 0 | Chapter 0 - Lubed Shopping Cart |
Michael, a part time smith who takes commissions for cosplay projects and other work, had a secret he didn’t want anybody to know and he had suppressed it for 36 years: he as sexually attracted to shopping carts. He knew all of the different kinds, traveled to different countries just so he could use them in various supermarkets, he would do anything just so he could brush his skin against one. It gave him a rush and every shopping cart he came across, he took numerous pictures of it to add to a special photo album. He tried buying them online, but they are very expensive and often came with questions he didn’t want to answer. Unfortunately his work took a lot of time, so he could only spend a couple of hours a day visiting random stores, buying random things just so he could push them around and take selfies and videos with them. It was bliss, except, he really wanted to have an intimate relationship with one, but society would never that supportive of this. Even on the Internet, people with his fetish had no community to speak of. Michael's fetish is so strong, he had never bothered marrying or finding a partner. It had to be a shopping cart or nothing.
However, at SmollMart, he spotted a shopping cart he knew he had to have. This was the one; the red plastic coverings that curved in areas, the sleek shelf underneath, the wheels were beautiful and the frame was spacious and slanted in all the right places. It was love at first sight. The frame alone gave it away and while there were some variations, this was an Asian style shopping cart. The problem was, this was a detour he didn’t normally take and it was about 5 hours out of his way. Racing home, Michael ordered anal lube, two metal rods and a dildo online and then blocked out two days that didn’t have any commissions. The night after his online order arrived, he drove to the SmollMart where he found the shopping cart and Michael spotted it instantly. Thankfully, there was little security around and the cameras only existed on the back of the supermarket. It was alone outside, looking gorgeous against the moonlight. He put on some sunglasses to help hide his face and took it by the handle bar, gripping it tightly, his eyes taking in the frame and the feel of the handle. Feeling his cock get hard and looking around to make sure nobody was looking, he pressed it against the rear of the cart and became incredibly horny.
Remembering what he came to do, Michael grounded himself and proceeded into the store. This cart was everything he imagined it would be. It was smooth, responsive and sleek. Running his finger tips around the frame, the cart was really curvy and polished. Trying to keep his thoughts on track he focused on what he needed. As a child, he knew his dreams would never be realized and 36 years of waiting for this kind of opportunity meant he wasn’t going to throw it away. Michael sadly knew as well that he would have to discard of the evidence somehow too. As he moved around the store, he brought lots of chocolate ice cream boxes, a couple of tins of metal cleaning polish and finally, some paint brushes. Each item he placed into the cart, he would take a quick, playful grab or rub with his fingers and arms at the frame. Michael looked around occasionally after catching himself giggling playfully. Thankfully, nobody was around.
Moving between the isles of the store, he also found himself fantasizing about what he would do to the cart including being dominated a little by it. He was normally a dominate man when it came to his fantasies, but this kind of opportunity meant he wanted to try being submissive just once. After paying for the products he had picked up, he double checked to make sure he wasn’t being watched and then lifted the shopping cart and placed it into his pickup truck. It felt so heavy and satisfying. Rushing to his truck, he drove off and fantasized the entire way home about the coming night and day.
Once home, Michael closed his front door and locked it, then gave the cart a quick clean with baby wipes. Running his right hand along the handle of the shopping cart, Michael knew it wasn’t just any handle, it was a sexy shaft belonging to an Asian shopping cart. Pristine, red in color, the rubber was soft to ensure his hands did not rub uncomfortably while moving the cart around. He pressed his body against the back of the cart, cock bulging in his pants fighting to slide itself in between the gaps in the frame, while he closed his eyes to keep his concentration fixed on the moment he had been waiting for. Gliding his fingers along the baby seat frame and slowly closing it, savoring it, Michael moved his handed to the handle bars and grasped it tightly, just in case the shopping cart suddenly disappeared without him. Pushing the cart forward gently, taking in and listening to the noise of the wheels on his kitchen floor and the vibrations of the entire frame through his hands, he moaned a little, the thought of buffing the cart and oiling the wheels excited him to the breaking point.
Dragging the shopping cart into the living room, turning his phone off to make sure nobody would disturb him and closing his curtains, Michael ran to the kitchen to grab the tub of chocolate ice cream out of the freezer and ran back to the cart. Ripping his clothes off, Michael took the lid off the tub and left it to warm up a little on the floor nearby.
He kneeled down, inhaling deeply as he took in the smell of the shopping cart, thinking about its history and how it has served those in need throughout its time in service. His throbbing erection became bigger as he thought about how strong and sturdy this cart was to have held the amount of items it has over the years. Michael imagined the cart having strong, sexy muscles and ran this fingers through the ripped frame, then proceeded to run his fingers along the top of the frame sending tingles down his spine. Stopping himself, he realized he was so excited, the cart was vibrating a little as if it was encouraging him, no, giving him permission, to go further than anybody had ever gone with it. Savoring this feeling, Michael locked the back wheels and wedged them in between his toes, feeling his big toes dip into the recess of the wheels.
Feeling really horny now, Michael glanced over to the ice cream, but was disappointed to see it hadn’t quite melted just yet. Inspiration hit him though and seeing the shelf at the bottom, he realized it was wide enough for him to lay under. He grinned as he laid on the shelf and grasped the rear of the shopping cart feeling as if he was laying between its legs and grabbing its ass. Sticking his tongue out, Michael started to penetrate the underneath of the cart furiously with his tongue. Minutes later, despite his tongue aching, Michael kept penetrating the underneath as fast as he could, he couldn’t stop because he may never get this chance again in his life. He wanted to burn this day into his mind.
Wanting to prepare for later, he grabbed some of the anal lube and worked it into his asshole, then grabbed his favorite butt plug and slid it in. Glancing over to the ice cream, Michael was satisfied that it had melted enough. As he pulled his tongue out from between the metal bars and became really turned on seeing the metal wet and shiny as his saliva stuck to it and started to drip. Pulling himself out from under the shopping cart, he staggered to the sink, feeling himself out of breath from vigorously tonguing the underneath of the cart. Michael started running the cold water tap in the kitchen and put his head under the tap to wash the sweat off his face, slurping the water. Turning it off and drying his head with a nearby towel, he leaned against the kitchen cupboards and admired his prize longingly.
Still not believing his luck, he wondered which of his other shopping cart fantasies he should try next, then remembering the ice cream, it came to him: popping his balls into the gaps would feel amazing. Walking over to the ice cream, he carefully lifted it next to the shopping cart and squatted above the chocolate ice cream that had now melted and, lifting his penis out of the way, dipped his balls into the warm, chocolatey liquid. After a couple of seconds of lifting and dropping his balls into the ice cream, Michael quickly turned toward the shopping cart and using his fingers, popped each ball into a slot that was next to each other. This gave him a huge erection and having teased himself so far with all of the foreplay he had been doing with the shopping cart, he decided to finally cover his pride and joy with his semen. Leaning down a little, feeling his balls rub against the metal bars, dipped his hand into the ice cream and then rubbed it all over his penis as if rubbing lube into every millimeter of it. Once he had made sure that his penis, including the underneath of the head and foreskin was covered in chocolate, he slide his twitching penis into the hole above where his balls were all chocolatey and moist. He moaned loudly, feeling his lubed up chocolate covered penis touch the metal that was still a little covered to the touch. His foreskin peeled back, which sent shivers down his spine and his balls shriveled up a little as the feeling of his penis touching slightly cold metal over came his chocolatey balls. Feeling the base of the metal hole press against the base of his penis, Michael moaned a little more as he felt his thick girth press against the top of the metal square. Deciding this was the time to really push his fantasy, he began to slowly move his hips back and forward until he sprayed the trolley with semen.
Panting and sweating, his cock felt amazing. Wanting to take good care of the shopping cart during this adventure, he grabbed the metal polish and some wet wipes and began to clean the cart down again, wiping off the left over chocolate ice cream and semen, then started buffing the metal so it shined. Admiring how sexy the cart looked, Michael grabbed the rope that hung from the hook pull that was fixed to the ceiling and tied it around the handle of the cart and pulled it up so the front hung face down in mid-air so it was low enough for his tongue to touch the bars. Laying flat under it, he grabbed the front of the cart as if he was gently pressing his hands against the cheeks of his partner to stop it from moving and began to kiss it, occasionally sliding his tongue in the holes, feeling the sides of his tongue bush against the metal. Michael felt his dick become rock hard again as he French kissed the front of the shopping cart and rubbed his nose caressingly against the metal, his eyes opening to catch a glimpse of the cart, looking onto its beautiful frame.
Gently nibbling on the frame a little, looking at it lovingly, he bit his lower lip and glanced to the left over ice cream and the strap on dildo wondering which to use next. After some thought, dick still rock hard from kissing it, Michael decided on the strap on dildo. Lowering the cart back to the ground, polishing the front of the cart and the handle at the rear where the rope had touched it to make sure it didn’t feel hurt. Then, walking over to his table with the two metal bars on it, he zip tied them to the sides of the trolley so that the bars stuck out on the handle side. Smiling, Michael likened it to a little bit of bondage and gently stroked the top of the cart lovingly to let it know that everything was okay. Michael grabbed the strap on dildo and fixed it to the back of the cart, so he could easily slide it into his asshole while grabbing the bars. This way, he could move the cart back and forth and have the dildo slide in and out of his ass. He fantasized that he was the horse and the shopping cart was in charge currently. Removing the butt plug slowly, he felt he asshole gape a little, but reached for more lube and rubbed more into his asshole to prepare himself for the dildo.
Excited, he pulled the cart slowly toward his ass and felt the dildo bump into his ass cheeks. Reaching back and grabbing it, he guided it and slid it in a little. Moaning and gripping the bars tightly in anticipation, Michael began to move his arms back and forth, gradually picking up the pace. Feeling the dildo slide deeper into his ass, it felt amazing and as it slide back out, he longed for the cart to continue dominating him. To show him how much of a naughty boy he has been for daring to steal property from a supermarket for his own sexual satisfaction. Mind racing with guilt that quickly grew to thrill, Michael took his right hand off of the bar and grabbed his throbbing cock and started masturbating while using his left hand to move the dildo in and out of his ass. His knees started to give a little and he knew he was going to ejaculate uncontrollably soon. Finally, without realizing it, semen exploded out of his cock all over the floor and with the last of his strength, he pushed the bar back so that the dildo slid out of his asshole as he collapsed onto his knees, semen everywhere and his asshole gaping.
Kneeling on the floor, asshole winking, his right hand covered in semen and glued to his dick, mind racing, Michael staggered to his knees. Wandering to the sink, as if in a daze, he began drinking a lot of water and then began to wash the semen and sweat off of his body. Michael, after drying himself off, then picked up the last of the chocolate ice cream and the paint brush and began painting himself with the ice cream. Feeling the bristles of the brush against his nipples made them rock hard. Pinching his nipples hard to ground himself in the moment, Michael continued to apply the ice cream to his body thickly, ensuring his ass crack and his cock were nicely covered and then began to rub himself all over the shopping cart. Running his ass crack down the edges of the shopping cart and rubbing his cock all over the inner metal of the grids, the shopping cart became progressively more chocolatey.
It was now night time and needing a break, Michael climbed into the shopping cart to rest. He had done it, he made his dreams come true. A smile broke across his face, but he knew this couldn’t last forever and he knew society would never accept him for his passion and love for shopping carts. Feeling himself cry a little, he wiped his tears away and climbed back out again after what seemed like hours. He would give the shopping cart the best send off he could imagine and encase his dream into a permanent reminder of this day. Michael started to engross himself in his task of licking every inch of the cart so it was clean. His tongue worked itself into every nook and cranny of the cart, feeling the metal from all angles touch his skin intimately. His erection was raging hard, but he refused to touch it, he wanted to make this experience the most intimate, loving, passionate experience he has ever felt and he hoped the shopping cart would feel this through his actions.
After the amazing day he had, Michael realized he needed to make this moment a life long memory and to do this, he decided to use his experience as a smith to melt the cart down into objects people wouldn’t suspect as being a shopping cart. It took a lot of time, but he managed to create a pendant that can be hung from a necklace, a cock ring that perfectly fit his dick when erect, a butt plug and through a lot of hard work, a shopping trolley model that could sit in his bedroom. Michael would regularly jack off onto all of these and gain sexual satisfaction from polishing them up afterward. He finally achieved his dreams. |
69cf12cd01b938e7923af42fb7a06c62f759f81337d016531d68358367097edf | 23,562 | 1 | Chapter 1 - Background Information |
The Empire
By 26,700 A.D. the Z'ltar Imperium had ruled humanity for over two millenia. Spanning some 2,000 light-years in diameter, with 3 million inhabited systems, it was the greatest civilization in human history. Ruled by the central city-planet of Z'ltar, a vast planetary metropolis of over 1 quadrillion people, the Imperium had a population exceeding 30 quadrillion and an extensive interstellar trade system. Millions of planets were brought together by the superluminal drive, which used the parallel dimensions of alterspace to traverse thousands of light-years. The Imperium was a monument to human drive and ingenuity.
For fourteen thousand years, humanity had used the slower-than-light fusion drive to settle millions of planets across space. By 14,000 A.D., colonized space stretched across thousands of light-years. Nonetheless, because communication and travel was limited to the speed of light, interstellar trade and warfare was all but impossible. All that changed in 14,032, when a group of scientists on Betelgeuse III discovered alterspace, that nebulous realm of alternate dimensions through which superluminal travel is possible. As FTL technology spread, planets built great empires and trade networks, waging war on a scale unparalleled in human history. By 24,112, however, from this chaos emerged the Imperium, which united the galaxy and ushered in an era of peace and order.
The Imperium was ruled from the ecumenopolis of Z'Ltar, the most advanced and powerful world in history and the center of inhabited space. Z'Ltar had a population of 1.3 quadrillion at its peak, its surface area of 38 million square kilometers covered sixty miles thick in continuous city. Half the planet was uninhabited automated industry, while the other half housed quadrillions of Imperial citizens. Z'Ltar was the center of government, commerce, industry, technology, and entertainment for thousands of years.
The Imperium operated on a planetary feudal system. Individual planetary systems enjoyed a large degree of autonomy, as long as they respected Imperial regulations on interstellar trade, obeyed a few fundamental laws and principles, and paid regular tribute to the Imperial government. In return, the Imperium built and maintained critical infrastructure (including the Imperial Trade Service and its vast fleet of ships that transported people and cargo between alterspace transition points, as well as a system of starports that provided maintenance services to ships), defended interstellar trade, and arbitrated disputes between worlds.
Pax Zltarium was an era of order, prosperity, and peace that reigned for two thousand years. However, by 26,700, the Imperium was collapsing, torn apart by endless war, a secession of economic collapses and crises, political infighting, and the rise of populist movements that threatened the Emperor and his power.
Economy, Technology, and Government
The most fundamental technology to the Imperium was the alterspace transition drive, which brought starships into the poly-dimensional realm of alterspace. Superluminal technology was the crux of Imperial control, facilitating interstellar trade, conquest, and travel. As such, the Imperium continually invested in building the best, most advanced alterspace drives and starships.
Certain locations were better than others for transitioning to alterspace. The heavy space-time curvature about a neutron star facilitated the alterspace transition, allowing ships to access higher dimensions of alterspace and thus greater superluminal velocities. The Imperial Trade Service provided regular cargo and passenger passage between most neutron stars, these routes serving as a backbone of interstellar infrastructure and trade. The great Z'ltarian trade-spheres were miracles of engineering and technology, vessels miles in diameter than transported trillions of tons of supplies and cargo across the interstellar gulf. As such, most trade was conducted through the I.T.S. between the major neutron-star hubs, and private companies transported cargo from planets to I.T.S. hubs.
The I.T.S. was supplied by a vast complex of private industrial contractors on Z'Ltar and elsewhere in the Imperium. These industries were very influential in Imperial politics and constantly advocated for the expansion of the I.T.S. system and the addition of new systems, even non-neutron stars, as hubs. The expansion of the I.T.S. was subject to falling marginal returns, as further additions to the hub system and construction of new trade-spheres met little demand for their use. Overfunding of the I.T.S. burdened the Imperial government and caused a series of budgetary crises that weakened its economy. In response, rather than cutting the lucrative contracts for new trade-spheres, they reduced maintenance funding instead, causing constant delays and backlogs along crucial I.T.S. routes. Eventually, by 26,700 a series of private corporations, including Ortaya starlines, competed with the overburdened and unreliable I.T.S. and provided regular passage between major planets.
The Imperium was supposedly ruled by the absolute power of the Emperor, chosen for life by the Imperial Senate, but in practice the Emperor's power waned over the years as constant political infighting and conflict between I.T.S. contractors, military contractors, and private starlines weakened and divided the Imperial government. The Senate advised the Emperor on his decisions, but as the years progressed its role diminished in favor of the Emperor's personal cabal of advisors, often in the employ of nefarious interests. The Emperor was commander-in-chief of the Military, which used a strong Navy including hundreds of advanced battleships, as well as ground forces deployed on every member world.
The High Temple
While the Imperium's technology and scientific advancement, most prominently its development and refinement of sophisticated alterspace drives, was remarkable, its culture and mythology were unusual. Their society was united in devotion to the High Temple of Ai'i, a vast religious institution whose power and authority exceeded all but the Emperor himself. The High Temple had a great influence on politics, economics, and society, maintaining a vast bureaucratic network of temples, monasteries, and clergy that spread across every planet in the Imperium. The High Temple enforced strict religious law and adherence to religious principles, and was backed by the power of the Imperial military and state apparatus.
The High Temple was ruled by the Great Priest, chosen by the Cabal of Eight, a group of elite bishops representing different regions of the Imperium, who met on Z'Ltar following the death of a Great Priest to nominate his successor. The Temple gained revenue from tithes, which all major corporations, trading conglomerates and guilds were required, by law, to pay. The Temple owned thousands of planets as religious land, primarily mining worlds, and gained revenue from their economic output. Temples were located on all of worlds in the Imperium, and the Great Priest enforced religious law that all had to obey.
The High Temple's faith was defined by two great opposing deities, or principles: Kargoth, or thermodynamic equilibrium, seen as the ultimate resting place of all matter and energy, and Ai'i, or vitality, a momentary fluctuation away from entropy. All life, energy, and vibrancy was seen as embodying the principle of Ai'i, while decay, exhaustion, erosion, and the loss of vitality embodied Kargoth. Kargoth was entropy, the inevitable decay of vital matter into nothingness, equilibrium. The High Temple saw themselves as fighting the inevitable rise of Kargoth, of thermodynamic entropy, by protecting the vital energy of Ai'i. This vast war was seen in phenomena as disparate as the gradual decay from vibrancy and power of the Empire itself, to the constant computer adjustments needed to maintain a starship's protective quantum cocoon in the hostile environment of alterspace.
The Temple followed a pantheon of minor deities that protected, or fought for, each principle. In general, each such deity had a counterpart corresponding to the reverse principle. The deity of political strength and populism, for example, was paired with that of corruption, the deity of maintenance of systems was paired with that of erosion and collapse, etc. Most important, however, was the medium the Temple used to intercede on behalf of the Principle of Ai'i, and provide vital energy in the war against Kargoth. The Temple believed that human sexuality was this fundamental medium. They perceived the sexual cycle as symbolic of the great conflict between entropic equilibrium and momentary vibrancy. Arousal was seen as embodying the vital energy of Ai'i, while the satisfaction of orgasm represented that of Kargoth. As such, the Temple employed sexual methods to aid Ai'i in all different aspects of Imperial life.
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"Hnngg!" Will felt himself exert a huge amount of force, relieving his body from his days work. He panted heavily as he felt a sticky, gooey substance slip easily down his hand, acting as a lubricant. He sighed, thinking to himself when he will ever stop his habit of masturbating while thinking Bryce or, sadly, Alyssa, his sister.
"Will! How long does it take you to wake up! C'mon! Me and Bryce are heading down to the river today. You should come with us!" Alyssa called as Will quickly rubbed his hands on the towel and buttoned his cloth pants.
"Be right there, Alyssa!" called Will, excited about being alone with Bryce and Alyssa.
"Tomorrow I leave to Darkfell to begin my life as a Soldier of the Great Army. I have had 24 years to prepare for this, and not once have I gotten laid!" Will thought to himself.
Will moved through the house and grabbed his leather bag and strapped it around himself, securely. When he walked into the sun, he heard a call.
"Will! Bryce and I will head down to the river ahead of you! See you down there!"
"Bye Will!" called Bryce.
Will watched as the two turned and rode down the road, massive, tight breasts and large, bulbous asses bouncing as the horses galloped. Will immediately felt and erection appear and he let his mind drift to thoughts of fucking his sister and farm helper (Bryce).
His hand reached into his pants and touched his hard wood. He turned towards the barn and proceeded to open and close the door.
Clydia, Will's mare, nayyed lovingly as he entered her stall. She sniffed his hair and shoved her head against his stomach, her mouse tickling his erection under his pants. Will felt his cock get real hard and he pulled his pants down, letting his giant cock touch against Clydia's mouth, whiskers tickling it.
Clydia sniffed his cock, pointing her ears forward, then she stuck her tongue out and licked it, lovingly. "Ahh!" Will sighed as he felt the warm tongue wrap around his cock. He pet the soft fur along the neck of the horse.
Clydia was also excited. She walked forward and lifted her tail, revealing a clean, round pussy with a black, scrunched ass hole right above it. It was always clean, for Will needed it clean for his frequent lickings.
I wonder if this time she will let me put it in... he thought.
Will stuck his hand between her legs and rubbed vigorously, touching the outside of the pussy gently. He shoved his thumb inwards. It slid right in with ease. He moved it back and forth, the added his other fingers. His cock was very hard at this point. He called Clydia to come, and she turned her head. He stuck his fingers towards her mouth, and she gently licked and nibbled his fingers. Will stood on a stool to reach her back side. His cock fell perfectly aligned with her dripping pussy. He scooped the falling pre-cum and rubbed it to lubricate his cock. "Clydia... Here I come!"
He shoved his cock in deeply. It sank all the way, all twelve inches. Warm, tightening skin clung around his massive cock. He felt himself come alive, and he began to vigorously shove in and out of Clydia's tight, dripping pussy. Clydia nayyed loudly and shoved backwards in glee. "I'm CUMMING!" Will yelled in ecstasy. Hot cum shot out of his shaft and spread thick throughout her large pussy. Will panted and pulled his titanic cock out. Panting, he let his cock land right on top of her black, closed ass hole. Will looked down, his cock ready to be shoved in. Clydia looked back, sniffed, then stepped backwards.
"Hngg!!!" Will shot more cum into her extremely tight hole. Slipping in and out, Will continued to fuck through orgasm.
"Fuck yes!" Will cried as he orgasmed a third time. Panting heavily, Will stepped off the stool and leaned downwards to lick the last of Clydia's dripping pussy and ass. Her tail lowered, and Will readied her for the ride down to the river to meet Bryce and Alyssa.
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-End of Chapter 1--
Yes, I know. This chapter was filled with bestiality, but I promise, the next one will be filled with lots of girl fucking:D, perhaps lesbian ;)
Ill be posting it soon enough, so stay alive:D
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The morning glow reflected against the convoluted metallic surface of the cityscape, but deep within the thousand-layered city-planet of Z'Ltar, beneath a vast urban jungle, the cycle of night and day was never felt. Vast fusion-powered arrays brightened the deep interior of the city, while HoloNet alcoves and advertisements twenty-feet wide illuminated the thoroughfares and alleys. Xelia stood inside a concealed walkway, on Level 137 of Z'Ltar, relatively close to ground level. She ignored the colossal ecumenopolis visible on either side of the walkway, and the crowds of people shoving through, carefully and methodically following the stepsclip's holographic projection from the level-3 vactrain station to her University in the Altral Sector.
Z'Ltar was the vast Imperial metropolis of a quadrillion people, the thousand-layered planet-sprawling megalopolis that served as the capital for the only complete space-spanning Empire mankind had ever known. For thirty quadrillion it was a symbol of the Emperor, political power, and strength, but also of decadence and corruption. For its inhabitants, the Empire's only citizens, it was a confusing and terrifying maze of wealth and poverty, unity and discord, divided as it was into hundreds of sectors and millions of interlocking and interconnecting worldwebs. As not only the seat of political power for thousands of years but also the center of interstellar trade and commerce, vast ships regularly docked in orbit, ferrying cargo to and from the capital.
For Xelia, Z'Ltar was home and the only world she knew. At just eighteen years old, she was incredibly intelligent and driven, and since four years before she was studying at the Altral University, a very prestigious institution funded by the Imperial government. Recognized for her academic achievements, she was invited to the University by an Imperial Senator himself, and rapidly superseded her considerably older classmates in ability. She was highly interested in the alterspace drive, the engine of interstellar travel, and was headed for a position in the High Temple or the Imperial government as a scholar or scientist in alterspace technology.
Despite her considerable intellectual achievements, she still behaved like a young, bubbly teenager, and lived with her parents in K'kala Sector, over a thousand miles from the University. Very slim, dark, and well-proportioned, she was generally considered incredibly attractive and drew much male--and female--attention. Today, like most days, she was making her way to the University sector, and eventually passed from the concealed walkway between the titanic skyscrapers, unending in the bottomless and heightless abysses, to the Olivaw Building, where her history class was held.
History was part of the standard Imperial curriculum at University, and despite her primary interest in science and technology, she nonetheless held a great fascination in the historical rise of Z'Ltar as the unchallenged interstellar ruler. Thus why she had chosen "early Z'Ltarian history" for her mandatory credits in the field, and why she was attending the class now.
The Professor opened by asking her twenty-odd students, "How many heard of the ceremony this morning?" Xelia remembered seeing something in the holovision before she left for class, and she tried to remember what it was. Oh yes! The Seventh Virgin of Ai'i, Artyria, had begun the ritual process of Dissolution, and the High Temple was already searching for a replacement among the Seven Potentials. "Dissolution," of course, was just a euphemism for murder, thought Xelia. She personally rejected the superstitious faith of the High Temple, and was horrified by the fate of the Seven Virgins, but she kept such reservations to herself.
The High Temple was the spiritual foundation of the Imperium, the religious and sacred glue that brought Imperial civilization together. The Temple Faith saw the universe as a clash between the great deities, or elemental forces: Korgoth, the eternal trend of thermodynamic entropy, the Second Law of Thermodynamics, that brought everything and everyone into the lifeless, eventless balance; and Ai'i, the momentary vital force, the energy of life and vibrancy that competed, ultimately unsuccessfully, with the fate of Korgoth. The maintenance of the Imperium itself was a battle with Korgoth, the erosive social and economic forces seeking to destroy it, and the recent turbulent centuries leading up to 26,650 A.D. might have led many to assume that Korgoth was winning.
"Yes," the Professor said, in response to Xelia's answer, "The Seventh is being prepared for her dissolution, and from the Seven Potentials will come the new First Virgin. Perhaps, considering the significance of these events, and the annual Dissolution, I should provide a brief introduction to the history of the Virgins. The central purpose of the Virgins of Ai'i, of course," she said, "is to stoke the eternal sexual fire, the source of vital energy that maintains the vibrancy and power of the Imperium. It is the first, and the final, stand against Korgoth." The High Temple conceived of a number of deities supporting either the Vital Principle of Ai'i, or the erosive principle of Korgoth, each of which had a complement corresponding to the reverse principle (e.g., the deity of prosperity under Ai'i corresponding to economic decay under Korgoth, that of maintenance and repair under Ai'i to that of erosion under Korgoth, that of political vibrancy to that of corruption and decadence, etc.) In addition, the High Temple believed in a fundamental medium to intercede in the war between Ai'i and Korgoth, and seek favor with Ai'i, namely sexuality.
The High Temple believed the sexual cycle to be symbolic of the war between Korgoth and Ai'i. Arousal, tension, and sexual desire were the vibrancy of Ai'i, while the satisfaction of orgasm was the equilibrium of Korgoth. To maintain the Imperium from decay and collapse, the High Temple made a sacrifice of seven virgins to Ai'i, to stoke the eternal, sacred sexual fire that was held to maintain the Imperium. One hundred, highly trained, highly skilled Priestesses edged the Seven to the very brink, and maintained them as close as possible to orgasm. If even one experienced the satisfaction of orgasm, at any time, the Imperium would collapse and Z'Ltarian civilization would end. The Seven were sacrificed to a lifetime of sexual torment and denial, and their sexual energy was understood to be a sacred fire that powered the Imperial spirit.
Xelia shuddered as she considered the unimaginable torment of being a Virgin. She was a very sexual person, and constantly needed to relieve her urges in this regard. She orgasmed perhaps three, four times a day. To consider a lifetime of being edged to the brink . . . it seemed like the worst possible kind of torture. She tried to keep her mind off it.
The Professor continued talking. It had been some minutes before she was actually paying attention. She decided to start listening in. "So, the Seven Virgins are all chosen at the age of eighteen, and after seven years of service they are ritually killed in sacrifice to the soul of Ai'i. The process of selecting their replacement has always been the most turbulent time."
She continued, "The High Priest, and the Z'Ltarian circle of planetary bishops, the lower priests, prepare the Potential Virgins through a secret genetic engineering process that has been passed down over millenia. This process is not mere cloning, but the synthesis--through biological and genetic manipulation--of a new human being, designed with perfect characteristics for the Sacrifice. The Potentials are designed to be incredibly sexually attractive, of the lesbian persuasion, and to have an abnormally high sex drive, so as to maximize the vital energy they produce. No Potential is made aware of their identity until they are chosen for the Sacrifice, and they are given to families chosen by the Priesthood to be brought up in. As a matter of fact, since most Potentials are never chosen, they will love their lives unaware of their once possible destiny. But the one who is chosen will discover their destiny on the day of the Choosing."
Xelia had known this before, of course, but nonetheless she found the selection process fascinating. Seven young women, all eighteen years old, throughout Z'Ltar, were all part of a great destiny, and yet none knew about it. They all lived in normal families, who, of course, were part of the plot themselves. One would be chosen, one unfortunate soul, destined for seven years of . . . unimaginable . . . torment, followed by a sacrificial murder. She tried not to think about it.
After she attended her other classes, and played a virtual reality simulation with her friends, she made her way back to the vactrain terminal and made the arduous, convoluted journey back home. During the journey, thoughts of the seven unfortunate victims rose to her mind. She tried to keep her thoughts away, and shuddered at the notion.
She came home to her family's flat in the low-level part of the city, and watched the drones fly by past her window. Her parents asked her how her classes went, she said "fine," and went to her office to study. The next day, when she left for classes, she saw a program on the holovision concerning the increasingly arduous debates among the Priesthood that were making this year's Choosing more turbulent than least year's. Apparently, the Priesthood was struggling between two Potential Virgins, but a decision was expected in just a few short hours.
On the way home from classes, a thought she had been suppressing for a long time rose to the surface. What if she was a Potential? If she was, she wouldn't know -- her family would conceal it from her. She consoled herself by calculating the astronomical odds against that proposition. 1.1 quadrillion citizens on Z'Ltar, 550 trillion women, perhaps 5 trillion aged eighteen. Of those, maybe a few hundred billion had her level of sexual arousal. So 1 : 300 billion against? Hardly odds to be concerned with, she reasoned.
When she reached her home, some unusual drones were parked outside the window. When she entered the door into the living room, she saw her mother, father, grandparents, cousin, and two strange-looking official men, in addition to a planetary bishop. A planetary bishop! On a world of 1.1 quadrillion, to even see one of the hundred bishops was an astronomical rarity. Only once in her life before had she seen a comparable public figure, when the Senator invited her to the University.
Her mother and father were beaming with pride, as the bishop strode forward to shake her hand in the official Z'Ltarian style. She was confused beyond worlds, and felt like she was about to faint. The bishop said,
"Young lady, you have been chosen for an incredible destiny, only few have ever completed. You have been selected as a sacrifice to Ai'i, as one of the Seven Virgins. You will defend the Imperium from the force of Korgoth, and provide the vital sexual energy that mobilizes and powers us."
She pinched herself. She had to be dreaming. This wasn't possible. She felt her heart sink into her stomach, and her head swimming.
Her mother said, "You were always one of the Potentials. We raised you from the beginning, preparing you for your duty with the High Temple. Don't even think about running away now, about skirting your destiny. The Imperium depends upon you."
Xelia was desperate now, trying to think of some way to escape her horrible fate. The two bodyguards, or whoever they were, at the back of the room seemed to know her thoughts in this regard. The Priest said, "The media will be informed of this decision in one hour. In the meanwhile, we must get you to the Temple."
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The High Temple was not, in fact, on Z'Ltar proper, but rather orbited the planet hundreds of miles above the surface. The Chamber of the Seven was located deep within the recesses of the vast space station, even more protected and secured than the Emperor's own bedchambers. Terrorists and usurpers intent on destroying the Eternal Fire had no hope, and, conversely, the Seven had no hope of escape from their sacrificial torment.
Xelia was led down the long corridor by several armed guards to the Chamber. The corridor was dark and grim, a harbinger of the punishment that lied at its end. Xelia tried not to think of what awaited her. She was in denial of the torment, of the seven years of teasing and denial, of extreme edging, that were in store for her. They led her into the dark chamber, and into a small alcove recessed into one wall of the Temple. This alcove would be her home for the next seven years--for the remainder of her life.
She was undressed, and bound using invisible force-binds to the raised platform in the alcove. Once they left, they door of the alcove slid shut. Before, in the processing center, they fit her with biological and neurological implants, so that she needed neither food nor nourishment of any kind during her Service. The implants also considerably aroused her beyond her high natural level, and recorded her sexual state for the Priestesses to use in their edging. She was perhaps the most aroused she had been in her life. Sexual thoughts filled her mind, and she pictured the beautiful nude bodies of the Priestesses she had fantasized about as a teenager.
She felt the cool air against her bare vulva, and wanted to relieve her sexual tension then and there. But the force-binds made it impossible for her to move a millimeter. She could not escape her fate.
At length, a Priestess, clothed in the sexually suggestive traditional garb of the Order of the Priestesses, came into the room. She traced her fingers along her inner thighs, and playfully used her tongue to tease her inner thighs, bringing it close to her genitals before sliding it away again. Xelia's vagina began dripping, and she was incredibly aroused, so much so that merely standing up would probably make her orgasm. But she couldn't stand up, because the force-binds kept her in place.
Finally, the Priestess used her trained tongue on Xelia's aching clitoris, at first starting soft but eventually increasing the pressure. She playfully teased and licked the clitoris, and occasionally dived her tongue into her vagina before playing with her clitoris again. Xelia felt both incredible pleasure and incredible torment. The Priestess kept her mere nanometers away from orgasm, and sticky fluid coated her vulva and was dripping onto the floor. Her eyes were watering from the pleasure and denial. She begged that the Priestess would make a mistake in her relentless teasing, maybe use too much pressure and accidentally push her over the brink, but she knew that wasn't possible. In the millenia since the inception of the Virgin Order, not one had experienced orgasm. Indeed, the myth was that a single orgasm would lead to Korgoth's victory and the destruction of the Imperium.
Thus, all the Priestesses were heavily trained and received strenuous education from the Priesthood. They knew exactly how to bring a girl to the very brink without getting her over. They genetically engineered Xelia, in fact, and knew in detail every aspect of her sexual fantasies and desires, and how to optimize the sexual stimulation to keep her at the edge. The Priestess used her skilled tongue mercilessly, knowing just how to tease and deny her. Xelia moaned in ecstasy and tortured denial, as the Priestess once again used her tongue and lips to tease her clitoris to the very edge of orgasm, sucking it to keep her there.
Now the Priestess was more aggressive, sucking and slurping and eating out her vulva. Just when she thought her clitoris was about to orgasm, the Priestess would shift to her vagina, or labia, or even worse slow down and press her tongue against the sensitive spot to keep her at the very edge. She gibbered incoherently as this, her face flushing and eyes watering, but the Priestess smiled in sadistic delight. She loved torturing the poor girl this way.
At the beginning of the session with her it was just slow teasing. Now the Priestess was able to suck and slurp, somehow keeping her at the edge nonetheless. She struggled against the restraints, tried to push herself into the Priestesses' mouth to achieve orgasm, but to no avail. At this the Priestess laughed.
When she was lucky, the Priestess merely brought her to the edge and back down again. When she was unlucky, the Priestess pressed her tongue or skilled finger against her sensitive clitoris, at just the right pressure to keep her at the very edge. She didn't just feel like she was close to orgasm, she felt like she was constantly beginning to cum, but without its relief. Her vaginal walls clenched and unclenched in enormous tension, and fluids dribbled from her vulva.
It had been seven hours. She was supposed to survive seven years. |
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﴾ Content: 18+, age difference, asphyxiation, big breasts, big dick, breathplay, coercion, choking, cum in hair, cum in mouth, cum swallow, dubious consent [dubcon], excessive cum, fantasy setting, magic, multiple orgasms, oral sex [fellatio], ﴿
Fire leapt from the sorceress’ eyes, igniting the bulky cloak that obscured her curvaceous form. Sparks sizzled down the strands of her fiery hair, which burned away the knotted ribbon, and unleashed a cascade of crimson tresses down her bare back. The blaze licked at her flesh as the robes burned to ash, but scarred neither her body nor the dark, form-fitting garb underneath.
Though her entrance was quite the display, it paled in comparison to whatever arcane secrets held the pale-skinned sorceress’ voluminous curves within the confines of her overburdened corset. She called her magic staff—a bright ash-wood claw clutching a glimmering gem—to her hand with a thought, wiping a lingering bit of smoldering cloth from her dark skirt.
“Comforting that even in these tumultuous times, the ego of the Gidal nobility remains intact,” The figure seated before her shook his tired head, his face and body concealed within his weather-beaten robes, “Your flair for the dramatic is noted, child. Now, what do you want?”
The sorceress’ cheeks tightened, as did her grip on the wooden staff. She otherwise ignored the snide remark, bowing her head with a polite curtsy—the nicety extended out of obligation rather than genuine warmth or respect.
“I am Azara. Of the Ashen Snow,” As the fire within them burned away, her piercing eyes returned to their natural color—a silver so luminous as to be seen in the blackest night, “I’ve come to speak with Iskander Bloodmoon on behalf of Queen Cyneburga XVIII.”
“Look no further, little one…” The old man lifted his head, exposing his sun-beaten skin and the salt and pepper stubble that decorated his squared jaw. Dark eyes peered into hers, almost imperceptible beneath his hood, “...I am he.”
“The Queen sends her regards, sir. She desires your presence,” Azara’s words had the suggestion of a recitation rather than an attempt at conversation. Even her brief pause seemed practiced, “I have been sent to escort you, and ensure safe passage back to the castle.”
“The duty of messenger falls on the court magician these days?” Iskander grumbled as he laughed in his throat, “Perhaps I am getting out of touch in my twilight years… but I suspect your queen’s desire means more to us ‘savage folk’ than a simple request. I would wager a refusal will not be accepted.”
“I’m sure the queen would honor your wishes, sir,” Azara began, shifting her staff to her left hand, “However, I will not be returning to the castle without you in tow.”
“Then you may wish to get comfortable outside its walls, Lady Azara. For I have no intention of leaving this path.”
“Pity,” Azara’s facade of politeness evaporated the instant Iskander’s refusal reached her ears, “I had hoped you beasts could be reasoned with.”
His gravelly laugh echoed through the rocky canyon, sunlight glistening off of his pointed teeth.
“You are not the first, sorceress. Nor will you be the last. I know what your ilk desire. You wish to plunder the secrets that protect this sacred forest… to protect instead your inbred monarch, and the waste of stone in which she resides.”
“At her majesty’s request, I will forgive your transgressive remarks, savage...” Azara pointed her staff towards the seated old man, along with an icy stare, “...but speak such disrespectful vitriol again, and I swear that I’ll tear your tongue from your unwashed head.”
“If you wish me to leave this place, you will need higher authority than a false crown, sorceress—something I suspect you deduced long before you arrived.”
“I don’t expect to parley with heathens, hedge wizard. I am more than willing to accept a pleasant surprise, but it has become clear that we have nothing to discuss…”
“On that, we agree, O’ blusterous witch,” An empty laugh passed Iskander’s lips as he shook his head.
“I would prefer you stand, Elder Bloodmoon. It is rather uncouth to crush an unready opponent,” Azara readied her staff and disinterestedly beckoned the old one to rise.
“You may live to regret that request…” The slouched figure obscured in the mossy robes rises, revealing the feral mountain of a man below. Stripes of grey scar his dark mane. Had he the physique of a lesser man, the dark hair on his body may have obscured it. The rippling muscle under his sun-tanned skin is rather impossible to miss, “...but not for very long.”
Undeterred, Azara hurled a flurry of fireballs towards the bestial guardian. Debris and dust blotted the path as her attack appeared to strike true, but she barely had time to smirk before the earth beneath her feet delivered the old druid’s retaliation. The compacted rock and soil erupted, sending bludgeoning stones and clumps of dirt into the air.
With quick reflexes and practiced form, the fiery witch detonated another ball of fire at her feet. The impact launched her into the air and deflected the lion’s share of the shrapnel away from her. Another second, and she would’ve been pummeled into unconsciousness.
Her escape was short-lived, however. A massive, bestial claw swatted her out of the air and sent her crashing into the dirt—the erupting earth a mere distraction to cover his approach from behind.
As the beast approached her, Azara thrust her staff forward in a desperate final attack. The old wolf snapped it between his clawed forefinger and thumb with little effort and closed his other claw around her frail neck. Iskander lifted her into the air, and she soon felt his rumbling growl in her bones and his heavy breath on her face.
The sorceress had prepared a final trap, but barely uttered the first syllable of the incantation before Iskander’s mighty grip strangled both the words from her throat and the fire from her eyes. Azara choked, scratching and prying at the beast’s iron fist to no avail. A moment later, she gasped for air when Iskander allowed her airway to open once more. She met the old wolf’s eye. His point was clear. Rage boiling her blood, she drops her hands to her sides.
“Y-you—…” Azara fumed, utterly trembling with rage.
“Tricked you? Indeed. Your spellcraft is matched only by your arrogance, little one. Any one of those spells would have meant my end. Better to have you throw them at a ghost,” Iskander smirked, gesturing to the illusory puppet, now blown apart.
“Finish it, coward,” Azara gasped, the fear of death long since banished from her heart.
Iskander lunged forward… and planted a kiss on her soft lips. Briefly stunned, the sorceress pounded her fists against his neck and shoulders. Her arms may as well have been striking against iron, but her resistance did not cease until the kiss was broken.
“Disgusting barbarian... how dare you spoil my lips!?”
Iskander bodily tossed the young sorceress down the path from whence she came. Azara rolled to find her footing with impressive quickness, seemingly bothered more by the unwanted smooch than anything else.
“Be thankful that’s all I spoil today, witch. Your people wore out their welcome in this land long ago,” The old wolf growled as he turned to leave.
“Wait…”
“Begone,” Iskander responded, ignoring her request.
“I said wait!” Azara yelled, peeling herself from the ground, “Please wait!”
The old wolf finally stopped and looked over his shoulder. Azara, still alight with fury, knocked her forehead to the ground in a low bow. Iskander raised an eyebrow, perplexed by her seemingly uncharacteristic gesture.
“I need your help…”
“You have a rather strange way of requesting it, witch…”
“You made it clear that my request was in vain, beast! I told you that I could not honor a refusal…”
Iskander said nothing, internally conceding her point. Azara raised her head to meet his eye once more.
“The queen lays dying. Many will accompany her to the other side if nothing is done,” Azara lowered her head to the ground again, “I… I beg your aid.”
“Your lies have no power here, sorceress.”
“I’m not lying, you bastard!” Azara rose to her knees as the old wolf’s remark struck a particular nerve, “Were my circumstances less dire, do you think I’d lower myself to pleading with a savage?”
“Your people will stoop as low as necessary. You have no honor,” His voice grew cold and distant.
“You speak a partial truth, beast, though you may yet be oblivious to it…” Azara’s expression hardened with her resolve, “I will stoop as low as is necessary. Name your price, and you shall have it. Whatever will buy your aid, I will pay.”
Intrigued, the old wolf approached. His steps rumbled the earth as he grew close, sinking to one knee to address the bowing sorceress.
“I wonder, dear Azara… does your passion burn as hot as your rage?”
The sorceress grimaced at the mere implication but did not yet rise from her performatively humble bow.
“Nothing burns as hot as my rage. Especially in regards to you.”
“And if I wish to find out for myself, O’ Maiden of the Ashen Snow?”
“If Lord Bloodmoon wishes a mewling virgin, I fear he may find himself inadequate in my embrace,” A smile of utter contempt spread across her enraged visage.
“You may set your fears aside, witch-- to hear that you have experience is a pleasant surprise,” Iskander chuckled as he stood.
“I’ve always known the scent of blood to excite stupid beasts, so consider me surprised in kind,” Azara spat back, rising from a bow to a kneel.
“Coddling the deflowered is the task of younger men, and my patience faded alongside the color in my hair. I’m far too old for such pursuits,”
“True. I would suspect you too old for many pursuits. I understand the bones become quite spongey in the twilight years…”
The old druid wordlessly unhooked his belt and fished his eager wood from his trousers. The sorceress stared; both disgusted and cowed by the cock before her. Surely this was fit more for a beast than a man.
“You… wretched… you truly are a god-damned animal!” Azara seethed, shuddering with utter repugnance.
“A fact I will not contest, Lady Azara. Yet the matter of my terms remains…”
“Bastard…” The sorceress’ face twisted with a deep-seated contempt as she attempted to coax the word from her mouth, “F-fine…”
At her acceptance, Iskander pressed his clawed thumb to her soft lips and gently stroked them from side to side. When he tired of them, he slipped the thumb beyond and softly stroked her tongue until he tired of it as well. Azara grimaced at the earthy taste of his vile digit, growing further enraged by the second. For the queen, she would endure.
“Your lips are like silk…” Azara recoiled as the twitching glans of his beastly dick pressed against her lips, “Put them to work.”
“It… stinks…” Azara’s nose wrinkled, and she shielded it behind her hand--her senses briefly overwhelmed by the musky scent.
“It’s merely sweat, dear,” A baritone chuckle rolls from Iskander’s chest, “Besides, if you’ve any idea how to please a man? Your spit will wash it away in short order…”
The old wolf put a hand on her head and guided her toward his cock with some insistence. Azara’s pride could be subdued no longer, and her temper boiled over. She rose to her feet, took a fist full of his wiry beard, and pulled his eyes level with hers. Iskander seemed quite surprised but did not struggle against her grasp.
“You expect me to suck your filthy unwashed cock? I am no greasy tavern slag, you vile subhuman parasite! I am the Queen’s left hand! I will not be dishonored and humiliated for your amusement!” The sorceress released him, and continued in a more considerate indoor voice, “Have your wretched fun… but do not try my patience with such disrespect.”
“Suit yourself, child...”
Iskander took her head in one massive claw and pried her jaw open with the other, wedging his large thumb between her molars to prevent her from biting down. A scream of rage died in her throat as the wild man shoved his cock well past her tonsils. He held her there for a moment, letting her gag as he secured her wrists behind her with his other hand. With his grip tightened, he began to use her arms like a handle to control her motion while he fucked her throat.
Azara screeched in disgust, kicking her feet helplessly as Iskander stuffed his fat cockhead deeper into her throat. His wiry pubic hair prickled her face and lips every time he forced her down, the debaucherous swine reveling in the reflexive contractions of her neck as she gagged and choked.
His pattern seemed to revel in her discomfort and humiliation--push in, hold down, pull out, repeat. The beast held her down longer each time he forced her to bottom out on his fat dick, grunting and howling in rapture like the utter animal he was. Without warning, he pulled her into his musky crotch and slammed himself deep inside her gullet. With a savage, rumbling growl, Iskander’s seed erupted into the magician’s gagging throat.
Azara twisted in the old wolf’s grasp, but once again found her efforts futile. Her stomach churned and gurgled, overburdened by the beast’s prodigious release. Mercifully, he soon descended from his peak and pulled his cock from her mouth.
“In the future, simply remember you have the choice: suck like a good little whore… or I’ll use your throat like a disobedient one. My seed will wash your mouth one way or another…” Iskander chuckled, watching with some amusement as the sorceress collapsed to her knees.
“I’ll… I’ll have your putrid head on a pike! You’ll curse my name as you boil, you disgusting animal!” Azara roared, though the mild coughing fit that followed did little to help her wounded pride.
“See? I’d wager the taste of sweat didn’t weigh heavy among your concerns.”
Iskander’s vile cum sat heavily on her stomach, as did the humiliating method through which it was introduced. Her face was awash with a mixture of tears and her own saliva, both forced from her face with every gagging plunge. With a whisper and a quick swipe of her hand, all were cleared. She stood once more with a politely restrained malice, her ashen irises smoldering like a bed of coals.
“Pity… I quite liked that look…” Iskander chuckled.
“Are we to continue?” Azara inquired, glancing down at the old beast’s turgid manhood, “Keeping it up at your age must be quite the task.”
“Oh, growing old is quite the chore, dear… but with a fiery young thing like you?” Iskander puts a finger under her chin, and strokes her cheek with a clawed thumb, “I might not soften ‘til the Harvestman sweeps through…”
“Then make haste and let us be done with this,” Azara snapped, shedding her undergarments with some impatience.
“I would suggest you shed more than that, dear,” Iskander smiled, watching her with unmistakably lustful intent.
“I will not bare myself on an open path, you savage,” Azara stood firmly, tossing her unmentionables behind her, which set alight and burned to nothing before they touched the ground, “Besides, you saw no issue gagging me on your putrid cock without stripping me.”
“Well, my dear… that is because I intend to withdraw from your cunt…” Iskander sneered, “I had no such intention with your mouth.”
Azara considered his implication for a moment before begrudgingly conceding the point. She began to undress, no inch of her body left unmolested by Iskander’s piercing stare. Before long, the sorceress stood before him with her smooth, milky skin completely bared.
“May we hurry?” Azara growled, her veil of pleasantry almost completely transparent at this point.
“Oh, I don’t think it’ll take me long, dear. It’s been some time… and you are quite my type…” Iskander twirls her gently around and places her hands on the rocky wall of the canyon.
Her well-groomed pussy, now exposed, starkly contrasted Iskander’s wild and unkempt bush of pubic hair, as did her tiny form to his bestial appendage. Azara steeled herself as he rubbed his glans up and down her opening. For the queen.
“Women a quarter your age, savage? That is not a ‘type’, merely a symptom of aging male insecurity.”
“On the contrary, dear… your age is of no concern to me. The fire in your heart… it puts a fire in me as well… admittedly, one a little further south…”
“How noble…” Azara’s remark was interrupted by her surprised gasp as the beast’s claws groped her voluminous breasts. His cock slid between her thighs as he leaned over her back.
“...and it seems such heat has spurred the growth of these… magnificent specimens…”
“You’re… aaahn… pig…”
“Indeed?” The beast remarked, “Shall we see who squeals first, then?”
Iskander pushes his cock inside her, his entry slow but unyielding. Azara braces herself against the rocky wall, pinching her lips shut as a moan threatens to escape her lips. The two are still for just a moment, Iskander’s throbbing prick enveloped completely in Azara’s silken walls. Soon, however, the tiny canyon path echoes with the wet claps of their frantic sex.
Their pace only quickened as the sun sunk below the horizon, and the old wolf’s heavy nuts drew to his shaft in preparation for his second release. Azara’s wetness glistened in the evening twilight as it dripped from her thighs and the Iskander’s taut sack. His cock throbbed with finality as it was pistoned in and out of her pussy, and his deep, lustful growling was sprinkled with the steady panting of continual exertion.
“I pray you have the decency to keep your word?” Azara growl
“Hmm… I am but a beast… perhaps the thought of your belly swelling with my young sets my nuts to boiling…”
Azara’s perpetually annoyed expression yields to worry for the first time as Iskander’s words draw a soft gasp from her lips. Iskander’s eyes had already drifted closed, lost in sensual bliss.
“Y—you wouldn’t…”
Iskander slammed inside her roughly, and for the briefest of moments, Azara believed her insemination by his bestial seed imminent. A single moan escaped her lips just before the beast withdrew, slapping his savage appendage along the valley of her rounded backside. He shivered with a guttural sigh as the first of his thick ejaculate arced across Azara’s back.
The sorceress’ breath was no lighter, bracing herself against the wall, huffing and puffing with restrained and conflicted pleasure as the savage’s thick cum painted her. Her fiery locks, ample backside, slender shoulders, the hands she braced with, and even the wall she braced against all accepted a thick rope of his viscous release. It strung from her sides. It clung to her hair. It pooled in the center of her arched back. No square inch of her was spared by the time the beast’s rod finally grew soft.
“You’re right…” Iskander confirmed, wiping the sweat from his brow, “I would never force a child on another… nor would I break my word.”
A plethora of scathing remarks scrolled through Azara’s head, but she could not find the breath on which to deliver them. As she slumped against the rocky wall, she again felt the old wolf’s imposing shadow over her body, and his whisper found her ear.
“...but if I didn’t know better? I’d say you tightened up quite a bit… almost as if you didn’t want me to take it out.”
“Your imagination is quite active,” Azara huffed, grimacing at the cum dripping from her as she stood, “It is a blessing for both of us that you do know better then… isn’t it?”
Iskander laughed in his throat, stuffing his cock back into his trousers.
“Perhaps…” |
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I don't mean to downplay the dramatic soliloquy that capped off the last chapter, but my "prowling" lasted about as long as it took me to stand up and feel the lukewarm cum-balloon hanging off my dick, bouncing across my soaking thighs. There's a line between "afterglow" and "disgusting". That line is about five minutes.
I sloughed it from my soggy wood, tied it off, and set it aside. I was starting to understand what Millie meant about it being a mess. My lower half couldn't have been wetter if I'd been wading through a swamp, and I wasn't even sure what kind of juices I was marinating in. Judging by the sizable stain she'd left on the side of the couch, I assumed her jizz was the culprit currently soaking through my socks. Beyond that? No idea.
My panties squished and stuck to my skin as I rolled them down my legs, followed by my skirt. My sneakers made some wet squeaks as I tried unsuccessfully to kick them off. Cursing my decision to wear canvas, I gave up and bent over to untie the soggy laces. Slipping them off, I sat back on the couch to peel my thigh-highs off, which left me with only my unmatched bra and slightly-damp white T. Sufficiently de-grossed, I marched towards the kitchen.
I didn’t have much of a plan at that point. I’d have probably gotten lost if Millie wasn’t so loud. Between the occasional asthmatic snort and her gigantic flat feet slapping the kitchen tile, it sounded like she was getting ready to go snorkeling or something.
I followed the sound of clinking glasses and cabinets in motion to the spacious kitchen and peered around the corner to survey the scene. Millie seemed to have been addressing a similar problem to my own, as her spats and skirt were tossed into the small laundry room just off the other side of the kitchen. She was filling a pitcher of ice water from the refrigerator door, having prepared a couple of glasses and a cute little tray to carry it all on. Dorky move, but almost dorky enough to be kind of cute.
Perfect. I had it all planned out. Stroll up with a nice little sway in the hips, give her a little shove against the fridge, and put some neck on that fat prick. No bullshit. Just going to get what I wanted.
Just as I got close, Millie turned around—looking at the glass instead of where she was going—and ran into me with the reaction times of a drunk sloth.
I shut my eyes and took a few deep, shivering breaths through my nose as the icy cascade rolled over me. Cold water dripped off my chin and down the front of my shirt. My nipples were hard enough to cut glass.
Millie didn’t move a single muscle for about five seconds while a frigid puddle formed at my feet, maybe hoping I operated by Jurassic Park rules or something. When I opened my eyes and stared daggers, she sprung into action and tried to slip past me like you might an aggressive stray.
“I—I’ll um… I’m sorry… I’ll get you a-uh… towe—EEP!”
"G-g-give me your f-f-f-fucking shirt…" I shivered, clutching her wrist.
Millie had her big stupid anime shirt off in a frankly astonishing amount of time, which my frigid digits could not match. The wet fabric stuck to my chilled skin, and the impromptu ice bucket challenge certainly didn't help my manual dexterity.
"H-h-h-elp me g-g-et this—” I whined, lifting my arms.
Luckily, Millie got the idea before I finished. She rolled the wet fabric over my head and unhooked my bra with a similar speed. Even though it smelled like virgin sweat, the body-warm T-shirt felt like heaven on my frigid skin as she slipped it over. I sighed in slight relief, crossing my arms over my chest as I shivered.
Truthfully, I wasn't trying to be sexy or anything—I was fucking freezing. However, the twitch in the simp's pachydermous appendage was more or less inconcealable as my body shook, stiff nipples tenting the fabric.
Millie stood there, awaiting further instruction. It was the first time I’d seen her fully nude, and I was a little surprised. I know it might be obvious, but Millie's choice of clothes hadn't done her any favors. She was a lot skinnier than I’d assumed, not to mention surprisingly lean for someone who hadn’t spent more than an hour outside since boybands were cool. Her skin was a little dry and splotchy, but nothing a skincare routine couldn't fix. She had a bit of a pear shape to her—with a shapely ass that almost didn't fit on her tall, skinny frame.
Of course, that wasn't the only thing that didn't fit. God, it was fucking gargantuan. She wasn't even hard yet, and it was halfway to her knees. As I watched it engorge—the horny nerd trying and failing to keep it under control—there was at least one part of my body that didn’t feel so cold anymore.
It became pretty obvious that Millie was firmly on the T-side of the T&A debate as her dick continued to swell, her reddening face and throbbing chub playing a rather amusing tug of war for all of the blood in her body. In all fairness, my tatas are in the 99th percentile, and she hadn't gotten to see them yet.
As my arousal returned, the magnetic pull of her freakish moose cock became difficult to tug my eyes away from. We both stared at each other's "gifts" for a sufficiently embarrassing amount of time, both trying to pretend we weren't.
"M-Millie? C-could you hold m-me?" I finally asked, a little more earnestly than I’d have liked.
"H-huh?" Millie muttered as if she might have misheard me.
Wait, why was I asking?
"I'm cold. Hold me."
Millie obeyed, approaching me with her arms out cautiously. I turned my back and pressed against her as she wrapped around me. We leaned back against the countertop.
Have you ever realized something obvious? Something you knew on a basic level, but didn’t fully comprehend, for some reason? Because it only really hit me after I felt her extra-prominent chin on the top of my head, and her giant harpy claws close around my body: Millie was kinda… bigger than I was. In more ways than one.
Like… I mentioned before that she was sort of tall, but it kind of weirded me out how tall she suddenly felt. Despite my best efforts, a raunchy daydream wedged itself into my mind—Millie pushing me over the table and cramming her beastly fucklog up whatever hole gave in first, despite my various protests and verbal abuse.
I’d be all like, “Keep that disgusting ogre dong away from me!”, and she’d be like… breathing heavy and pinning me down. Rubbing her meat against my sloppy cunt. I’d kick around a bit until I felt her start rearranging my guts. I’d fight and scream in vain, my hungry pussy squeezing her like an obedient cock sleeve, my traitorous cock happily shooting ropes with every thrust, trapped between my restrained body and the cold, wooden tabletop.
Obviously, if she had tried to force herself on me in real life, they would’ve never found her body. Nonetheless, the fantasy was proving to be something of a brain-worm, and it was making me embarrassingly horny. It was time to take the initiative.
I grabbed her hands and put them over my breasts. Millie exclaimed softly, caught completely off guard. Her hands trembled but sat otherwise frozen in the positions I’d put them. When it became apparent that she wasn’t going to take the hint, I pushed her fingers down into the soft flesh.
Millie finally started massaging the girls of her own accord, as one of the horniest sounds I've ever heard rolled out of her—somewhere between a groan, a sigh, and a grunt.
“Mmmm… your hands are warm…” I leaned back against her and draped my arms around her shoulders.
As she grew bolder, her breathing became heavier, saturated with want. Not that I needed another sign or anything. I felt every beat of her heart through the throbbing leviathan between my legs, slowly lifting my own equipment aloft as it rose to attention. I bit my lip, finding it difficult not to stare as want saturated me in kind. Every twitch sent a heatwave through my core.
"Enjoying second base, Millie?" I teased, looking back to caress her neck. "They're pretty warm now… I think they might be hard for a different reason…"
"C-Can I touch them… under?" Millie stuttered, practically begging with her eyes.
I put a finger to my lips, and hummed playfully, considering the request.
"Well, you can stay on second if you like…" I lifted the hem of the shirt to my collarbone, exposing my bare breasts as well as my cold-shy cock resting atop hers, "...but there's something on third that could use some warming up too…"
Most of Millie stood frozen as she stared hungrily down my body. The prospect of having to choose made her little incel brain misfire. Her bloated prick was once again the odd one out, jumping and swelling between my thighs.
"Pweeeeeaaaaase, Miwwie. My widdwe peepee’s so cowd…” I leaned back into her and nuzzled her neck, batting long eyelashes over puppy dog eyes.
Again, Millie showed hesitation that didn’t seem to reach her crotch. The thing was so hard that it was turning purple. She probably realized that I was making fun of her, but if her body language was anything to go by? It didn’t matter. My little tease in uwunese pushed more than a few of the right buttons, whether she wanted to admit it or not. Extremely cringe, but I can’t say it was at all off-brand for Ms. Cheese.
“Pwease, Cheesu-senpai? You’we big gowiwwa hyands awe so stwong and wawm! Pwease wub it bettew!” I whined, running my long nails softly down her neck.
My smug snicker barely passed my lips before I found my ass pressed against the cold, granite countertop, a harpy talon on each knee pushing them apart. The weighty thump of Millie’s anaconda dropping onto my pelvis echoed through my bones and deep into my guts.
It was like things happened in slow motion. Her engorged tip smashing my cold-shrunken softie against my skin. The copious drizzle of warm precum from hers that smothered mine. The moan that escaped my lips—Soft. Lustful. Submissive.
Honest.
"I'ww geddit nyice and wawm, Mia-chan…" Millie smirked back, with a playful giggle.
“H-hey, easy. Hold on a min—” I began to protest, the swiftness of her repositioning taking me aback.
Her dripping, throbbing cock left a fucking snail trail up my tummy. By the time our hips were level, the thing was bumping the bottom of my tits. Her pussy didn't even get to my quickly engorging cock before it happened.
…
I came. I wasn't even completely hard. I squealed like a giddy whore and blew my load all over myself. I nutted my entire soul out before she finished a single thrust.
“O-Oh, wow…” Millie laughed nervously, surveying the pearly ropes I’d painted onto her, “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were that close. A-are you um… into that? Rubbing them? I-I’ve never done it before...”
I had never been more embarrassed in my life. I was milliseconds away from letting the words, “this never happens,” pass my lips. I caught myself just in time—thank god—but just the fact that they were on the tip of my tongue filled me with shame and disgust.
I blew my load at the first touch under the shirt… and she laughed at me. She gave me the “it happens to everybody" look and pulled our sticky bits apart with another nervous giggle.
“S—…shower,” I muttered, unable to look at her.
“O-oh! Y-you can use the one in my room… it’s downstairs. I-I’ll get the towels out of the dryer… and put our clothes in,” Millie stumbled, her brain moving faster than her mouth could match, “I’m s-sorry about that… by the way.”
“No p-problem…”
...
What the fuck was I doing!? Slinking off to the shower? Washing my shame while she fetched me a hot towel? I came in here to show her who was the head bitch in charge here, and I was NOT going out like that.
Look, I messed up. I got myself worked up with my salacious little daydreams, and that was a mistake. When she caught me by surprise and took charge a little bit, all that fantasizing worked against me, and it overwhelmed me. That’s all. I had to fantasize about her being better at sex to get off. I made myself cum, not her.
I grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her back into the counter.
“On second thought...” I teased, smearing the leaking precum around her fat cock head, “...If I’m about to shower anyway, there’s no harm in making a little mess, right?”
Millie shook her head, very eager to see where I was going with this. I smirked and wrapped my fingers around the shaft. After a few tentative strokes, precum steadily drooled over my fingers and further down. She braced herself against the counter, her knees a bit wobbly.
“Gross,” I scoffed, resting my other elbow on the counter. “Does this thing do anything but leak?”
Millie blushed. It took her a beat or two to get control of her vocal cords before she finally spoke. I slouched over in the meantime and put my chin in my palm, lazily jerking her with the other. I tried to play it off like I was bored, but I really couldn’t take my eyes off it. The size, the shape, the constant ooze, and occasional squirts of precum from the tip—It all gave me goosebumps.
“S-sor—ry,” she panted, “L—little.. p-p-pent… up.”
“Pent up?” I laughed, “You came like... 20 minutes ago, dumb ass.”
She shook her head.
“Uhhhh…?” I scoffed, “Like, I saw the splotch you left on the couch, Millie.”
She shook her head again. Starting to get a little frustrated, I stopped stroking and picked my head off my palm.
“What do you mean, ‘no’?”
“O-Oh I did cum, but I didn’t… y’know,” She trailed off, hoping I’d fill in the blanks myself.
I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms to make it clear that I would not. She looked at the ground for a second.
“I um… I only came with my… y’know… from inside… just m-my...XX parts?”
“So you’re telling me you only came with your pussy?” I grumbled.
“R-right…” She nodded, “I didn’t… ejaculate…”
“Shut the fuck up...” I put my face in my hand with a derisive chuckle.
“I-is that not how it works for you?”
The answer was no, but I chose to dodge that particular question with a roll of my eyes.
“So what was all over the side of the couch then?”
“U-um… well…” Millie didn’t finish her sentence. She just looked slowly over at the tip of her leaky pipe drooling precum all over the floor. “It’s a lot messier than that when I… y’know… I told you that on the couch…”
Now I was mad. I’d blown my load three times, and she hadn’t even shot one? No way. The bitch was lying through her teeth. She had to be… and I figured there was a fairly simple way to prove it. I whipped her shirt from my chest and got down on my knees.
“Well, we’ll just have to do something about that, won’t we?”
I cupped a breast in either hand, giving them a playful bounce. Millie’s drizzle became a squirt at my teasing, laying a light glaze of precum across my chest.
“I was gonna ask if you like big tits…” I giggled, slowly pressing her between my breasts, “...but I guess—“
“I-I’ll beg if you want…” Millie cut me off with a look of impatience and desperation“...just please k-k-k—keep going… I want i-i-it so bad.”
That was a really good answer. Not only did it feed my ego, but her cute little red cheeks were doing it for me too.
“Aren’t you gonna hold my hair back?” I smiled.
Millie wasted no time in gathering my dark hair in her hand and holding it behind my head.
As much as I enjoyed the teasing—and the visible effects it had on her—the truth was that I couldn’t stand it anymore either. That big, juicy dick in my face was like a bell to Pavlov’s dogs.
I pushed my breasts together around her leaking tip and slid them down her length. The head emerged from between them, her foreskin slowly peeling back as I went further down.
“Ahhh…” I teased, letting my tongue roll out as I opened my mouth wide. Before she could even open her mouth to speak, I stuffed her uncovered tip into my mouth.
Millie screamed in ecstasy. My tongue unleashed a frenetic assault on her sweet spots as I started to move—stroking her shaft with the one part of my body it didn’t completely dwarf. I think her nerd brain overheated for a second or two because she got really quiet for a second.
“M-Mia... I-I…”
I looked up at her with a flirty wink.
“Y-your mouth… u-um… I don’t—”
I gathered the sweet stream of precum on my tongue and pushed her cock to the back of my throat so she could feel me swallow it.
Does having your soul sucked out count as a religious experience? ‘Cause my girl was speaking in tongues. She babbled my name a few times, but the rest was pure gibberish with a backtrack of steamy panting and concupiscent moans.
The telltale twitches of impending orgasm rippled through her, endurance eroding like a sandcastle at high tide. I felt the thick globs pumping up her distended shaft. Her head fell back; eyes fluttered closed as she braced her wobbly legs against the cabinets.
My eyes popped open as the first of her release splattered across my tongue and into the back of my throat. It became very clear what she was babbling about. I regretted not heeding the warning.
“Ohhh goooooddd... M—Mia... hnn—“
Millie’s orgasmic moans grew quiet as she scrunched her face in poorly-restrained rapture, completely overwhelmed with sensation.
A soft gurgling sound reached my ears. Was that her stomach? I guess we hadn’t had anything to ea—
A deluge of thick, greasy spunk flash-flooded my face. My jaw creaked as she stuffed my cheeks near to bursting.
Feeling the third wave bubbling up her shaft between my tits, I tried to gulp down what I had in my mouth. After I had the realization that the viscous lump was too congealed to swallow without fucking chewing it or something, I struggled to free myself, but the hand holding my hair back may as well have turned to stone.
I tapped out against Millie's thigh to try and get her attention. Given the brain-melting orgasm she was having, she didn't seem to notice at all, unfortunately. I flinched for the next shot like a punch. Millie moaned happily, completely oblivious.
“I—I can’t believe you’re… swallowing… NNNNGH—”
She bucked her hips a single time. Her cockhead battered its way to the back of my throat. I gagged as the wad I'd been unable to swallow was forced down my gullet like a slimy musket ball, and again as her fourth shot set off the gunpowder.
I stopped counting after that. It was like a low-grade power washer deep cleaning my tonsils. I gagged. My makeup ran. My eyes watered. I swear to god even my ears popped. Her backed up baby gravy leaked and squirted out of my mouth, down my throat, out my nose—There are probably socially awkward sperm swimming around in my cerebrospinal fluid to this day.
Look, I know I’m being wildly hyperbolic about this, but I need you to understand: Mildred Agnus Cheese is a goddamn monster—a vile homunculus clearly assembled on a slab by needle-dicked mad scientists to cull the population of all size queens like me so they can finally get laid. They combined the unassuming form of a pizza-faced, knock-kneed stork with the sex organs of a small fucking whale. The perfect assassin.
The point is that she blew like a geyser filled with tapioca pudding. I coughed and gagged as opaque, off-white slime forced its way into (and out of) every orifice on my face. I’m surprised it didn’t start running out of my tear ducts at any point.
By the time it finally started to taper off, I had gotten a little light-headed. Millie pulled my lips off her cock, and a cascade of viscous nut rolled out of my overstuffed throat and down my body.
Millie pressed my boobs together and shot the remainder of her load fucking them with clumsy, uncoordinated thrusts. She giggled blissfully to herself, painting a few extra stripes across my face before her climax finally subsided. I swear this stuff was so thick that it barely even dripped. It stuck to my face like half-dry glue, pasting one of my eyes shut.
My cheeks burned as my eyes drifted to the puddle of cum that had formed at Millie’s feet—my perfect, pearly ropes resting atop a small lake of Millie’s dingy release.
“Mmmm~” Millie cooed, gradually slowing her thrusts to a stop, “B-best… birthday ever…”
“Ew… god, what the fuck is this!?” I coughed, surveying the gunk that Millie had coated me in, “Eyech. It’s like buttermilk and cottage cheese! What the fuck is wrong with you!? It’s coming out of my fucking nose… uggggh—”
“I-I… I tried to warn you… y-you got me really excited…” Millie insisted, her cock dripping the last remnants of her release into the puddle in front of me, “A—are you mad? I’m sorry…”
“Of course I’m fucking mad! If by some miracle you ever get laid after this? You’re supposed to let people off your dick when they start slapping your thighs, not cram it down their throat!” I felt around for the shirt on the floor—the wet cum in my eyelashes limiting my vision somewhat—and wiped my face off as best as I could.
After clearing the debris from my eyelids, I opened them and turned back toward Millie, with the intent to berate her further. She looked down at me with a look of convincingly genuine regret, and my venomous mood seemed to evaporate.
“A—are you okay? I’m really sorry… I thought you w-were trying to swallow, and I have an easier time doing that when I put it in the back of my th—throat...“ Millie spoke a lot slower than usual, clearly trying not to stutter, “I—if you want to leave, I understand. I’m s—”
I felt bad for several reasons. Her apology struck me as genuinely heartfelt, and I couldn’t help but feel like a bit of a cunt when I remembered I had tried to do the same thing to her in the living room. Given, I wasn’t as successful, but my attempt was much more malicious.
I also wasn’t really that mad, at least not for the reason I was pretending to be. I wanted to be mad for all the right reasons: lack of explicit consent, ignoring communication, all that important shit. But of course, as you all know by now, I’m a much more shallow person than all that.
I was mad because I kind of liked it… and my lust was beginning to overpower my pride. It was a lot like a shot of cheap tequila; strong, nasty, and unpleasant to experience… but I found myself wanting more even as the burn in the back of my nose and throat made my eyes water.
Not to mention that I missed about three-quarters of her genuinely heartfelt apology because I was staring at her cock again. It didn’t get soft. It didn’t even droop a little. I realized she was still talking and hadn’t heard a word for god knows how long.
“It’s fine. Just like, pay attention next time,” I interrupted, completely forgetting what I was even mad about, “Are you like… still turned on?”
Millie looked a little caught off guard by my sudden change of both emotion and topic.
“U-um… a little…” She lied through her teeth, crossing her hands over her crotch—as if there was any way to hide that fucking thing, “I’m… I’m um… n-not too worried about that… Are yo—”
“I’m over it,” I assured, quickly moving on, “Like, does it always stay hard after you blow a load like that?”
“N-no…” Millie shifted uncomfortably, “Th-... that said, um… I don’t… usually cum that much… are you sure you’re n-not still mad?”
“You’d know if I was still mad, geek,” I leaned toward her and slipped a hand down the underside of her shaft. It bounced like an excited puppy at my touch, “But if you wanna make it up to me? Let’s talk about this... ”
“O-oh...u-um… o-okay...” She finally responded, obviously still a little confused and hesitant.
I ran my hand from base to tip and back, her apparent stamina still astounding to me. God. She was a fucking freak, even if you ignore the size—which isn’t normally my style, obviously. Her pre had more juice than most people’s whole loads, and her loads were fucking inhuman. I’d almost forgotten the taste of my own spit because her lingering taste completely overpowered it even now. Not to mention the smell.
It wasn’t a super bad smell, but it was more than a little overpowering—the kind of smell that felt like it was burrowing into your nostrils. Given that she irrigated my sinuses with it, I guess that’s to be expected.
“Nice to have help?” I teased, staring hungrily, “Feels a lot better than jacking off, right?”
“Mhm…” Millie’s eyes drifted closed again.
“How was your first blowie?”
“I—I’ve never cum that h-h-hard before. There was s-so much…” Millie moaned, “…I-it felt way better than when I do it mys—…”
Millie cut herself off and tried to ignore it, but with that little slip of the tongue, I started to put the pieces together.
“So you did have practice...” I wrapped my hands around it again, and gave it a few good strokes, “You do it a lot??”
“I-It’s… I mean…” She didn’t say anything for a spell, but the blood pumping through her dick gave her away, “...It doesn’t usually w-work if I just use my hands… so…”
Picturing Millie’s skinny chicken legs in the air as she force-fed her giant cock into her mouth did something I really didn’t expect—It made me really horny.
“I’m sure it doesn’t. I mean, look at this thing…” I balled my fist, and put my forearm up against it. She seemed to enjoy the comparison, and her equipment twitched eagerly, “Even your big, meaty claws probably have a hard time jerking this, huh?”
She looked away, clearly hoping my question was rhetorical. It was, but making her answer anyway was too much fun. I cleared my throat to get her attention and looked up at her expectantly. Her head slowly nodded. I bit my lip, finding myself staring at it again.
“I bet you don’t even have to bend that far to get this python in your mouth, right?”
Millie slowly shook her head.
“So how do you do it? Do you just lay down and… like…?” I moved a little closer, looking up to meet her eyes.
“W-well, I usually sit up...” She answered surprisingly quickly, “I—… I find it a l-little easier. To move my head and… y’know…”
I had to see this.
“Can you show me?” I cooed, nuzzling against her thighs.
Millie looked like steam might start shooting out of her ears. While her beet-red face suggested she was fairly hesitant about the idea, her beet-red cock bouncing around my collarbone narced her true feelings again. What started as a bit of an acquired taste was becoming a regular craving for me. A shy little dork with an utterly shameless titan lurking downstairs. I savored the hunt for a few seconds longer and moved in for the kill.
“Oh… seems like somebody liked that idea…” I turned to look down at my strategically arched back; the scattered little beads of precum rolled down towards my ass. With a soft laugh, I looked back up at her, “C’mon, Millie… I’ve never seen anyone big enough to do it sitting up…”
“R—really?”
“Yeah… like… it kinda turns me on a little?” I rubbed my lips into the smooth skin of her mons, and planted a soft kiss there, “I’ll help you feel good, but I might have to keep one hand free for myself…”
“O-Okay!” I felt a strange sense of elation at her excitement. She still stuttered, but it was like… a happy stutter? Whatever.
I told myself that I was a manipulative mastermind. If I had considered it for a moment, the fact that I had to convince myself that I was lying to honestly express my desire? Probably a bad sign. But that’s not what any of us are here for, right? Back to the nerd and her fucking horse cock.
Millie hopped back onto the countertop, removed her glasses, and set them safely aside.
“Just gonna do it here?” As I asked, I could feel my heartbeat thumping softly in my chest. Was I really that excited?
“W—well… I’m g—gonna have to mop in here anyway…”
I think she was being funny again. I laughed a little harder than that joke deserved, but it took me by surprise.
“D-do you want me to j-just…?”
“Shhhh…” I stood up between her spread legs, and lifted her cock towards her mouth, “Suck it like nobody else is here. Don’t even think about me.”
“I always think about you… so…” Millie trailed off, and quickly lowered her lips over the tip of her cock, having clearly not intended to say that out loud.
“Am I doing something like thiiiis?” I bent over to wrap my breasts around the base of her cock.
Millie’s eyes popped open and stared, but she continued bobbing slowly up and down on the tip. I squished them together, and slid down the shaft, her previous load providing ample lubrication. I found myself enamored with her reactions, playfully changing up the rhythm to coax another cute moan out of her overstuffed mouth.
As with all good things, what I had wasn’t enough. I wanted more.
Millie’s entire body jolted, and she lightly screamed in surprise as I wiggled the fingertip I’d slipped through her back door. Between what had been dripping from her pussy, and the one-girl bukkake she’d painted me with, my fingertip slipped past the first knuckle with exceptional ease. Not for lack of resistance, though. The reflexive twitches of her invaded ass squeezed tightly against the intruder.
I bit my lip, enraptured and captivated by her face. I pulled back a little and slipped another in, which breached with similar ease. Her vocal cords misfired a little, and from her stuffed lips came the discordant music of sensory overload. I stroked myself below the counter. After a few seconds, Millie started sucking again.
I began slowly working my fingers deeper as Millie’s pace gradually increased. She was getting closer, building steadily and evenly towards her eventual climax. I giggled to myself at her every twitch, biding time until she loosened up enough to spring my little surprise.
“H-hey Millie?”
“MMHM?” She opened her eyes and looked down at me.
“Cum for me,”
If a person did to another person what my fingers did to Millie’s poor little prostate? It would qualify as a mugging. Her eyes grew wide. Within seconds, she had a mouthful of sticky ejaculate and plenty more on the way. Her face twisted with the overwhelmed confusion of her first anal climax.
Feeling her massive load squeezing through her prostate while I worked it over sent me screaming over the edge. I stood up, beating my overworked cock with identical brutality. I peaked just as she hit her come down, and sprayed a few watery spurts across her chest and tummy. My nuts ached and throbbed as I tried to force far more from them than they had left. Yet as my orgasm subsided, none of that seemed to concern me. I slipped my fingers out of her and tried to catch my breath.
Millie’s finally softening cock fell out of her mouth as she picked her head up. Thick cum rolled out of her half-slack jaw; her eyes half-lidded and exhausted.
“M-Mia… I… um… wow...”
“How’d you like the little surprise?” I asked, actually caring about the answer for once.
Millie nodded lazily, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths.
I smiled and guided her lips to mine. She moaned softly and wrapped her arms around to hug me a little closer. We stayed that way until we reached that afterglow vs grossness crossover point a few minutes later.
“M-Mia?”
“Yeah?”
“I-is everything okay? Y-you’re… staring…”
“Oh, sorry… I just… I didn’t notice your eyes were… green,” I laughed, a little confused by my fascination.
“Oh, y-yeah…”
“Get some plastic frames or something. Those ugly glasses you got now aren’t doing you any favors,” I rolled my eyes as I stood up, “You’d have to trim those fucking caterpillars, of course.”
“O-oh… um… thank you?”
Millie seemed as confused by my backhanded-yet-constructive comments as I was. Intent on avoiding the awkward silence that was sure to follow, I excused myself.
“You’re gonna get the towels, right? I’m gonna take a shower… downstairs, yeah?”
“Oh! Yes, I’ll bring you a f—fresh towel.” Millie stirred to life, and slipped off the counter onto her feet, “I—I’ll meet you there if you want…”
“Y-yeah, thanks…” I mumbled, walking briskly towards the basement.
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My heart went into cardio mode as Millie crawled between my thighs, pounding against my rib cage in a rush to supply my rouging cheeks and stiffening cock. With each passing second, my legs went higher and my back went lower. Soon enough, I was flat on the mattress with my ankles against the headboard.
I started… giggling again. I don’t know why. I tried to stop, but it just made it worse. Her half-dry mop of turquoise hair blocked the light from overhead as she crouched over me, and the butterflies in my stomach began to swarm. She crawled forward another half step, and let my legs fall onto her shoulders, which kept me balled up and freed her hands.
She used one of them to do that… thing… again. Where she dropped her dick onto my mons. It rang through my bones like a church bell. Her half-flaccid beast flopped over my comparatively dwarfed cock, which disappeared beneath the smothering mass. The display proved somewhat magnetic to my gaze, and I found myself staring like my eyes were glued in place.
Just to reiterate, I wasn’t exactly bringing a small kit to the party. In my extensive history of casual sex, the most common reaction to my dick is one of surprise and mild alarm—something I had come to enjoy immensely. There’s something… magical about the moment my cock provokes a brief fight-or-flight response in a potential partner. The widening eyes, the soft gasp, the little double-take—you can see the gears turning in their head as they weigh the awkwardness of chickening out vs. getting one of their holes gaped. Personally, it gets me off either way, so I’m not too picky about which one they choose.
Anyway, you could be forgiven if you had forgotten that over the past four chapters. Like, I’ve got a huge dick. Millie has a fucking leviathan. I cannot stress enough that this thing does not look like it belongs to a human. Millie was almost twice my length already, and it was still pumping up. While balled up under Millie, the thing was long enough to poke between my boobs.
I could feel every errant twitch as Millie’s cock engorged, throbbing in a steady rhythm as it continued to rise. In response, mine began surging to life with a noticeably more present sense of urgency. My attempt to keep it soft proved completely futile. My dick was painfully hard and drooling within a few short moments.
It was around then that I felt the tingling spark of climax begin to stir just past my now-taut scrotum, and I started to freak out a little. No. I had one last shred of dignity left, and I wasn’t going to loose the juice just because she laid her grotesque horse dick across mine… again. I dreaded that she might start moving at any second, and I was certain that was all it would take to push me over the edge. My mind raced as I heard incessant, flirtatious giggles fluttering from my lips.
“Wh–what did you… what was that text??” I laughed nervously.
“Oh…” Millie paused for a second or two, “My sis—ster.”
“Huh…?” I gave her a quizzical look, “What did it say?”
“W—… well uh… you asked m—me to choke you earlier… a—and I want—ted to be safe, so…” Millie looked away, nervously shrugging.
My laugh became far more mean-spirited after that. Millie wrinkled her nose, clearly a little embarrassed.
“You texted your sister? For fuck tips?” I cackled, putting on my best Millie impression “Hhhh—ey sis… Qu—ick-k—question: how d—d—o I st—rangle these k—kinky b—b—itches?”
Millie huffed, looking a little annoyed for just a moment as I continued laughing at my own jokes. Phew. It was close, but I managed to kill the mood long enough that I wasn’t in danger of creaming myself.
“I—it’s more c—complicated than p—...people think!” Millie started to explain.
She leaned over me, and gently put her hand on my throat. I stopped laughing almost immediately, as several exquisite sensations flooded back to my smothered cock.
“Y—you see, you d—d—don’t squeeze he—here…” Millie gently placed her hand around my neck, and pantomimed a squeeze to illustrate her point, “…b—because damage… to the w—windpipe? It c—can be permanent…”
She gently ran her thumb along the weird little ribbed protrusions of my trachea; admittedly something no one had ever done to me before. Maybe it was my now ravenous sexual appetite but at that moment? It was a far more erotic experience than I would have thought. Something about the way she did it made me feel as if I were being sized up… like I was completely helpless in the talons of a big scary hawk.
Like Millie was playing with her food.
“You w—want to squ—eeze back… here,” Millie continued, her grip further encircling my neck, fingers and thumb coming to rest atop the pounding blood vessels on either side, “To tem—tempo—…rarily cut off the um… b—blood flow… to the brain…”
She rattled on for a little bit longer about some more nerd shit — Like how it’s technically a strangle, not a choke or something like that — but I wasn’t really paying attention. The moment was more or less ruined again, and I breathed a sigh of compound relief and frustration.
“Li—ke… this!” Millie concluded, immediately before she clamped her talons around my neck.
My eyes must’ve been the size of dinner plates. Oh my god. Why the fuck was she so strong? I swallowed out of reflex just to make sure she hadn’t just squeezed my head right off my neck-stump. I rubbed my lips together as they started to tingle, beginning to numb with the circulation to my head cut off by Millie’s airtight grip.
My eyes fluttered back as she pressed down a little more firmly, dragging a long, soft gasp from my parted lips. For a moment, I wondered if she knew what she was doing. Had she intentionally teased me with her drawn-out explanation, knowing how desperate the denial was making me? Was her incompetence a ruse, designed to subvert my defenses just before she sprung her trap?
Surely not. This was Mildred Cheese, after all. Beginner’s luck be damned. She didn’t have that kind of game. There was no way...
My head was becoming very cloudy by the time I opened my eyes. Millie stared back at me… with a very particular expression on her stupid geek face. Bottom lip curled over her teeth, biting her lip. Head turned slightly away. Eyes locked on mine. And finally— the edges of her mouth curling ever so slightly.
Millie pushed my hair out of my eyes and ran her long fingers down my cheek. Her thumb hooked gently around my lip, coaxing it further down as she moved ever closer. When her lips touched mine, the feeling was utterly electric. She slowly thrust her hips forward, as if to put an exclamation point on her intention.
I came. Not one of those pretty, porno orgasms you put on so people will buy you things, either. There were no melodic sing-song moans sprinkled with debaucherous pillow talk and addresses to the heavens. My O-face wasn’t the one I’d seen a thousand times in my bedroom mirror. And needless to say, I couldn’t arch my back while she had me pinned to the mattress either.
My face felt like white noise as Millie’s tongue invaded my mouth again, jaw falling open as Millie swallowed my discordant screeches. Her tongue moved across mine with uncharacteristically calm purpose, kneading gently and smoothly.
My pussy squeezed and squirted, protesting her neglect. She had prepared for guests, but they had all stopped at the door, leaving her slippery folds unstretched and her needs unattended.
My load didn’t splurt—it sprayed. No neat, pearly ropes released in timely, well-controlled shots this time. It was more like a burst pipe, spraying wildly until the pressure finally equalized. It coated the underside of her massive cock, sprayed across my tits, and slapped against my neck and chin.
It felt like it only lasted a few seconds, but I’m not really sure that I stayed conscious through the whole thing. So my timekeeping might be a tad unreliable. I’d never felt anything like it. It was like… intense.
It felt like my whole body peaked at once. I sort of lost the sense of where my body was. Like I had cum so hard that I briefly transcended beyond a physical form.
“Did you like it?” Millie giggled softly as she pulled away. Her inflection tried to make it seem like a joke or a tease, but her expectant expression gave away how much the answer meant.
I heard the words falling out of my mouth in bullet-time, but I couldn’t do anything to stop them. With such a blissful fog in my head, I couldn’t seem to find the faculties to lie… or even consider that I should until it was too late. As my mind floated aimlessly, my body answered without guile or deceit—unburdened by my ego.
“I love you…”
Millie’s eyes went a little wide, and her mischievous, expectant smirk began to twist into the beginnings of a nervous laugh. Then I heard a sharp inhale as she gently but quickly untangled herself from me. I was a little confused at first, but her poorly restrained sniffling put the final pieces together. I laid there for a moment as she scrambled over to the edge of the bed, trying her best to hide it.
“H—… hey,” I finally said, “Are you okay?”
“F—f—f—…ine! I’m f—fine!” Millie sniffled, her face buried in one arm as the other wiped tears from her cheeks. “So—o...orr—y…”
“No, like…” I laughed out of sheer panic, “You don’t have to be sorry, Millie… y—you um… you did a good job…”
I don’t think that made her cry any harder, but it certainly didn’t calm her down. I felt… bad. Really bad. Like, “I almost started crying myself” bad. And let’s be honest, this wasn’t the first time I had shared a bed with a rookie who got a little emotional after putting their first few points on the board. It was just the first time I can remember… caring.
“Millie…?” I couldn’t put any weight on my foot, so I sort of knee-walked across the bed. I hugged around her back, and rested my cheek against her shoulder, “Like… if it was something I said? I’m sorry.”
I only realized how hard my heart was pounding once she started to calm down, and that made me more than a little self-conscious. Once she stopped sobbing so loud, the blood pumping through my ears sounded deafening. Each second of sniffling and silence felt like an eternity.
“Like… I was just playing around…”
“I kn—know…” She croaked, “Th—at’s—… I j—j—ust… wish—sh you w—weren’t…”
“H-huh?”
Millie didn’t respond in any way I could hear but gradually steadied her breathing. When she finally calmed down, she sat up a little bit and pulled her arm away from her face. Her eyes were still red and puffy, but her tears had mostly dried up. She glanced at me just once over her shoulder, then looked back at the floor.
“Y—you… d-d—…on’t have to d—…o that…”
“Do… what?” I puzzled, lifting my cheek from her shoulder.
“The h-hug…” Millie took a long time to get the words out. It didn’t seem like her stutter was at fault this time, “I’m—m okay… y’d—d—on’t have t-to… do th—at.”
I realized that Millie had assumed my attempt to comfort her was less than genuine, and I wasn’t sure how to handle that. I didn’t feel relief or pride at hiding my feelings this time. It just felt… bad.
“Can I?” I mumbled, turning my eyes away from her.
Millie looked a little conflicted about that question but nodded. I rested my head against her back again, unsure what else to do. The sound of my own heart gradually left my ears, making room for the sound of hers. I found an odd peace in the thump of her heart and the rise and fall of her chest. My eyes drifted closed for a time. Maybe I’d still be there to this day if she hadn’t started talking again.
“I l—like you, Mia,”
Hearing her say that made my heart thump again.
“S—so… c-c-ould… you stop—p—p—pretending… to l—like me?” She sniffled, blinking back her tears, “I—it… it hurts…”
Oh. Oh wow, that still stings. Jesus, I thought that one had finally scarred over, but I guess it still had a scab to peel. Oof.
There’s… a lot to unpack in these next few seconds, and none of them make me look like a particularly good person. Needless to say, we had a miscommunication. We were… talking about different things. I guess. I realize that now. In fact, it feels pretty obvious?
You have to understand… I felt like the past four hours or so were the most emotionally honest and vulnerable I’d been in… ever, actually. Millie’s genuineness—not to mention our unexpected sexual chemistry— slowly but surely coaxed me out of my fortress of egocentrism. I peeked out, actually exposing myself to feeling something… and this is what I get? Slapped across my stupid heart and politely reminded that I was a whore, not a partner?
What hurt later was the realization that I had been emotionally dishonest for so long that even someone like Millie couldn’t fathom that I might be genuine. I realize now that I was angry at myself, but it’s a little hard to determine what started the fire when the whole place is an inferno. The ashes tell a story that isn’t so obvious while it burns. Besides, I wasn’t a particularly introspective sort of bitch back then.
So… I punched her in the ribcage, basically as hard as I could. Millie grunted and coughed as the blow took the wind out of her. I heard a soft bump as she slid off onto the floor, but I had already turned away to angrily knee-stomp off of the other side of the bed. I practically jumped to the floor, hoping the fires of my rage would allow me to storm out with some dignity intact.
Stabbing agony shot through my ankle, sending me toppling onto the carpet. I braced with my arms, only to find that same pain in one of my wrists, which I presumably injured during my ill-advised sucker punch.
“FUCK! GOD DAMN IT, FUCK!” I screamed from the floor with my injured arm and leg curled up on one side like an indecisive hedgehog.
“M—Mia… are you o—…kay?”
The concern—and lack of apparent pain or discomfort—in Millie’s voice pissed me off even more. I couldn’t see where she was, or I’d have probably taken another swing with one of my good limbs.
“Fan-fucking-tastic…”
That sentence started as a scream, but my voice started to crack towards the end of it. I hid my face in the carpet and pulled myself forward a few inches until I reached my bag.
“I—… I d—don’t… underst—st—st—” Millie sounded closer, but I still couldn’t place her.
“Of course you d—d—d—don’t!” I mocked, furiously ripping clothes and makeup out of my bag as I dug through it, “Don’t fucking talk to me!”
Listen… you probably realized by now, but I’m not the smartest when I’m angry… and I don’t know if I had ever been that angry before. I was looking for something to throw on, though unless I found a way to levitate up the stairs, I wasn’t storming out without help anyway. But instead, I came across the crinkled envelope—the one Millie handed me in the hallway a few days ago. I felt my eyes start to burn again.
“Keep your fucking money!” I screeched, flinging the envelope towards my best guess at where Millie was, “Where are my fucking clothes!?”
I didn’t realize it at the time, but I’d flung the majority of them out of my bag in a blind rage. All that was left in there were a few pairs of socks.
“Mia, l—let me h—h—help,”
“Don’t fucking touch m—”
When Millie picked me up, I swear to god that I had a fist balled up to put into her nose. But when I saw her terrified expression, I froze up completely. I assumed she was scared that I would be violent, but that didn’t make any sense. It was apparent that she could’ve snapped me like a twig in a real fight at this point.
“Y—you… w—weren’t—t—t… pretending?”
I feel like we… connected at that moment. She wasn’t afraid of me—not physically, anyway. She was showing vulnerability just by allowing herself to ask that question.
I had buried my feelings, and she’d given up on hers. We were both afraid to be hurt… but unlike me, she was showing her weak spot anyway.
It was like the anger just sort of… fell out. I dangled in her embrace like a rag doll for a second or two, emotionally flash-frozen. I didn’t say anything. My face was doing that hideous scrunch you do when you’re trying not to ugly cry. I didn’t want her to see, so I buried my face against her chest and shoulder. I think she caught on though.
We ended up back on the bed after a few moments, laying side by side with my back against her chest. In the silence, we seemed to find an understanding. We both needed to be alone with our thoughts, but we didn’t want to be alone otherwise. She had an arm around me. I wrapped my arms around it. We didn’t really talk or even look at each other for a long while.
“M—Mia?” Millie finally broke the silence, but we still didn’t look at one another, “I—is there… um… more? To thi—… um… us?”
“I… I don’t know…” I answered honestly, with an almost monotone drone.
I realize now that it sounded cold, but in reality, it was the only thing I could manage to say with the emotional slugfest going on in my head. My ego wanted Millie at arm’s length, begging for affection and kissing the ground I walked on. But now it had an equally crazy opposition that demanded intimacy. Stuck in the middle was a more uncomfortable insecurity…
Millie liked the fake me. Well… maybe she didn’t like the fake me, but that was the one that she paid three grand to fuck. So like... what if she didn’t like the real one? For that matter, what was the real one? I felt like I wasn’t even sure at that point.
“O—okay…” Millie nodded, sounding a little hurt.
“I think...” I’ve never felt more naked than I did the instant those words left my lips, “I want to find out…”
“R—really!?” Millie’s expression turned giddy as she looked down at me.
“Don’t get too excited, Millie,” I mumbled, hiding my face behind her arm, “I’m not like… G.F. material. Like… I’m just gonna end up hurting you. ”
Millie didn’t respond for a beat or two. I felt her shift slightly, and her eyes sort of wandered around on the back wall of the room, drifting aimlessly as she considered.
“Wh—... what do you m—mean?” She asked, as her gaze eventually meandered back to me.
“Well, if you haven’t noticed? I’m like… emotional nitroglycerine,” I hesitated, surprised to find myself strangely unprepared for her question, “Like, I hit you…”
“Y—you did?”
I growled a little at that, glancing down at my injured wrist. Millie snorted a little as she tried to stifle her laugh.
“It didn’t r—r—eally hurt…” She eventually clarified.
“Fine, but you shouldn’t let people hit you anyway, Mille.”
“S—sure…” She trailed off with a little chuckle, apparently not convinced.
“It’s just… I mean, I’ve cheated on every partner I’ve ever had?”
“Can I w—...” Millie’s stutter stopped her, but her expression quickly revealed her embarrassment at having said anything.
“What was that?”
“H—hm?”
“What you just said?”
“C—an… I—erm… uh…” Millie’s neck disappeared into her shoulders again as she averted her eyes, “...watch?”
I turned over to get a better look at her pinkening cheeks. She couldn’t bring herself to look at me but didn’t turn away.
“I’m serious, Millie.”
“Is it… weird… i—if that’s… okay? With me?” Millie grinned, biting her lip playfully, “I— uh… w—watched your vid—d—deos, so… I think i—...it’s kinda… y—yeah…”
There’s a lot to unpack there, but if you’ve ever seen how I do laundry, you’ll realize that isn’t my strong suit.
“S-so… wait… like…” I paused for a moment to wrangle my thoughts, “Millie, I’m not a good person. Don’t—...Ugh…”
“I don’t think a bad person would think about it this much, Mia…”
“Wh—... huh?”
“Like… if you were as bad as you say… I don’t think you’d care if I got hurt or not…”
“No… I mean… Millie, I’ve been really shitty to you. Like… you deserve—”
“Um… I d—don’t—” Millie hesitated for just a moment, “I like it…”
“You… like being abused?”
“N—n—no! I mean... I st—still… um… I really c—care about you... and um… I’d like you t—to uh… care about m—m—e too, but…” Millie paused and took a breath to try and steady her speech. She looked lost for just a moment… then smiled as she pulled me in tight, “You’ll... hurt me if I ask… right?”
Oh. This was very bad. Both of us let out a cry for help and instead found an impossibly accommodating enabler. Rationally, I knew what I should’ve done. I should’ve enrolled us both in therapy, and cut off sexual contact for months until we could be deprogrammed of the intensely unhealthy sexual coping mechanisms we had convergently evolved.
But that would’ve made for a pretty boring story, right? As usual, my rational mind wasn’t calling the shots. And for once? I’m kind of glad that it wasn’t.
“Maybe uh… like, we could work out some sort of… system?” I stumbled over my words, trying to focus.
“M—aybe a safe wwword?” Millie suggested, “Maybe quesadilla… o—r something?”
I was so horny that I didn’t even think to make fun of her for that.
“Sure! And like… maybe we could like…cause y’know… like now? I can’t really— like, I’m kinda—”
“D—defenseless?” Millie interrupted.
As she looked down at me, I started to feel very small again. That smile from earlier had returned, as had the thumping in my chest. Finally…
“Y—yeah, so um…” I tittered nervously.
Millie leaned over me as I sat on the edge of the bed. She put an arm on either side of me and leaned over to bring our eye-lines even. I felt my shoulders shrink as my nervous laughter resumed.
“That’s okay!” She reassured me with a warm smile, “It’s ge—getting kinda late an—n—nyway. Are you h—hungry? M—my treat...”
Millie started fussing over my injured wrist, prattling on about getting another ice pack and texting her sister for advice about whether to wrap or splint it. She stood up straight to look for her phone, which brought her mostly-flaccid monster up to neck level for me. My eyes followed it like a hungry dog.
I don’t even think she did it on purpose that time, which is somehow worse. She was just oblivious to her ability to make me melt into a tiny puddle and too good of a person to press her advantage without an explicit invitation. While those should all theoretically be good traits in a partner, her inability to take a hint was driving me to the brink of insanity.
“Let me um… g—get you some more—ahhnngh ~♥︎…”
Millie’s sentence devolved into a low moan as I gagged myself on her cock.
“M-M-M-Mi—aaahn~…”
Millie’s will to protest died on the spot because I started giving her the sloppiest head of my entire life—and you should know how high that particular bar is by now. I gagged. I choked. My eyes watered. Even my nose ran after a while, but that all took a firm backseat to sucking that nerd’s monster cock.
For her part, Millie seemed to have some trouble finding words herself. She stood with her fists clenched, wobbly knees locked, and teeth gritted. Her curled toes did this cute little fidget against one another every time I pulled back to throat myself again.
My uninjured hand milked her cock relentlessly, the steady fap-fap-fap of my furious masturbation becoming the percussion section of this erotic concerto.
“Mia,” Millie moaned, her jaw falling slack as she neared the end of her resistance, “W—wait!”
She put a hand to my forehead and popped my lips from her cock. I remember seeing it twitch wildly just before a tiny stream of opaque jism dribbled out of the tip. I stuck my tongue out to try and catch it, but Millie held my head fast—teeth clenched in restraint as she barely held back her climax.
I thought she was just trying to tease me at first… so I played along. I whined and pouted, playfully pushing against her while I stretched my tongue to its limit.
“Miwwie… pwease bust yew fat nyut aww ovew my face…” I looked up at her with big doe eyes, “I’ww dwink it awwwww u—”
I didn’t even get to finish the sentence before a dingy, off-white jet splattered against my face. Taking the moment to my advantage, I slapped her hand away and picked up where I left off— giving the absolute filthiest blowjob of my storied career.
Her knees buckled a little when I started milking her into my mouth with my hands, taking a slightly more measured approach than last time. I swallowed what I could, and let the rest ooze slowly down my face and body.
It was only after I’d emptied the round she had chambered that I realized… it was a lot brighter, all of the sudden. Like, the room itself. It was almost like someone had...
Millie squeaked as her eyes reached the top of the stairs. I heard a surprised gasp, followed by a surprised, yet extremely amused laugh. My heart felt like it stopped as I sat there covered in Millie’s pasty cum.
“H—holy shit...” A feminine voice laughed from the top of the stairs, “Maybe uh… shut this door next time, Mil…”ext time, Mil…” |
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﴾Content: 18+, anal sex, big dicks, bullying, cum in hair, cum in mouth, edging, excessive cum, cum inflation (light), girls with dicks, risk of pregnancy, multiple orgasms, oral sex [cunnilingus], oral sex [fellatio], orgasm denial, rough sex, shower sex, vaginal sex, virgin, masturbation, cum inside/creampie﴿
You know what I love about anal? Like, vaginas are made to fuck. Literally. The coochie wants things inside, and she does her best to be an inviting and gracious host. The booty doesn’t. It squeezes, it pushes, it spasms… but eventually? It surrenders. That’s when you can start really fucking.
It’s a refined, layered experience that takes time to master and appreciate. The sounds they make when you slide it in are pure artistry. And like, don’t take me for some needle dick frat boy, okay? I’m not into “painal” or whatever all the budding serial killers are calling it when you’re bad at sex now.
Screams of pain are so… artless. Basic, even. Enjoying them is the equivalent of a chef who enjoys hearing their food sucks. It’s emotional masochism, only slightly less pathetic than people who pay to get their tiny dick bullied.
I want the wide eyed, tight-lipped groans eeking all the way up from their invaded guts. I want their legs to flail around like surfaced-earthworms, their vocal chords misfiring with every twitch of my fat dick. I want their body screaming, “This doesn’t belong in here,” and their fuck-drunk brain shouting back, “I need it there.” It’s an exquisite paradox that plays an equally exquisite symphony for the maestro skilled enough to conduct it… and let’s just say I always leave them wanting more.
To translate for the tragically straight: I’m the fucking Blackbeard of ass piracy.
Needless to say, I got what I wanted from Millie. Her little bubble butt and tender handful of tits were the finest instruments I’d ever played. Her screams of overwhelmed pleasure were beautifully addicting. I liked hearing her moan, and I loved hearing her beg.
As if I wasn’t turned on enough, her big, beautiful dick popped that thick silicone sleeve like a dollar-store water balloon a few seconds later. As the cum-bomb blasted its salty shrapnel across the shower, it sent me over the edge. If the rain of spunk didn’t do the trick, the sight of Millie sliding down the wall like geeky cum squeegee certainly did. God, I went fucking feral.
I was already at the point of no return by the time I grabbed Millie’s hair. Once it touched her tongue, my cock fired off like it was set to full auto. There were no theatrics this time. No holding back to protect my ego. I stroked her hair. My knees started to shake. I screamed her name. I begged her not to stop. I wrapped my leg around the back of her head to keep myself steady. I pulled her down onto my mons so hard that her teeth left marks on my skin.
Her arms cinched around my waist. Her tongue poked out of her lips to lightly glide along my tightly clenched sack. She hummed in blissful contentment guzzling every thick, pearly rope with masterful technique.
Mildred Cheese is the queen of putting her mouth on dicks. The crown fell from my head that day, and I’ve not met a soul that could lay a finger on it since.
I didn’t think about the slimy jizz slicking up the floors. I didn’t think about how stupid standing on one foot on a wet, smooth, white-marble floor was. As you can probably guess, I slipped. Millie tried to catch me, but everything was too slick.
There are many, many things that I do gracefully. Falling isn’t one of them, though. I scream. I scramble. I grab whatever I can reach. This time, I planted my foot against the glass as my body went the other way. One nasty pop later, I splashed down in the lukewarm soup of shower runoff and pasty, off-white nut. I cried out in pain and inadvertently inhaled some of the stewing ingredients.
“Mia! A-Are you okay?”
“M-my a—sniff—ank—le…” I stammered and coughed, clutching the injured joint.
I could feel my breath quickly turning sharp and unsteady as tears welled up in my eyes. Given my freaky nature, you might be surprised that pain is one of the other things that I don’t handle gracefully. I did everything I could to avoid full-on sobbing, but like… oh my god.
I thought for sure my ankle would be flopping around like that scene in Misery — my foot hanging by a bit of skin, dangling uselessly. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case. From what I could see, it looked fine, even as the throbbing pain continued to get worse.
“Come on, Mia. I-I’m going to—“ As Millie leaned over me, I felt her hand brush against my leg.
“Don’t touch it!” I whimpered, favoring my injury.
“I’m not going to, Mia. I’m just going to get you off the floor, okay?”
“J-just be careful!”
Millie — with impressive patience and gentleness — slid an arm behind my knees, and another behind my back while I guarded my foot vigilantly and blubbered at her. She didn’t even laugh at the entire side of my head dripping with her cum, which I’m not sure I could’ve handled were the situation reversed — it must’ve looked hilarious. Setting her back straight, she lifted me up… with a lot less effort than I expected.
“Whah… wow,” I gasped, so surprised that I almost forgot how much pain I was in, “You’re like… you’re kinda strong, huh?”
“M-Mia, m-my backpack weighs more th-than y-you…” There was that… happy stutter, again. It was like she’d managed to get a whole sentence out without overthinking it for once. Honestly… it was kind of cute. My face felt a little hot, but I’m not sure if it was me or the steam that blanketed the room.
“I’m going to put you down… it might be a little cold…”
Millie sat me down on one of the two bathroom vanities. My breath caught when she bent down and gently lifted my leg to examine my injured ankle.
“C-can you m—ove it?” Millie asked, looking up at me.
I sniveled quietly while I demonstrated my ankle’s dramatically reduced range of motion. Moving it any more made the dull heat and throbbing pain even worse. The joint had started to swell visibly by this point, but the pain seemed to take a distant backseat every time she touched me.
“G-good. N-n-n… um… can you p-p-put any weight on i-it?”
I shook my head back and forth like a toddler. Just the thought of putting any pressure on it made me sick to my stomach.
“H-hurts…” I whined through quivering lips.
“O-okay… h-hold on…” Millie stood and turned towards the door.
“Where are you going!?” I whined, pawing at her like a needy kitten. I’d like to say I was just being a bitch, but no; that pathetic display was completely genuine.
“I-I’m going to g-g…et you some ib—ibupr—ibup…” Millie huffed, visibly frustrated with her impediment, “Advil. And an ice pack.”
When I hadn’t let go of her arm after a moment or two, Millie stepped a little closer to calm my panic and clarified.
“Y-you sprainn—ned it. Y-your ankle. Ice and NSAIDs wwww—will help…”
She paused for a moment while I clutched her arm and considered my options.
“Y-you’ll hurry back?”
“O-of course…”
I finally let go after her reassurance. She smiled sweetly and disappeared up the stairs. It seems kind of stupid now. Like, where the fuck would she go? I was in her house. It’s not like I was going to be marooned somewhere.
Left on my own, my eyes wandered around the room. They eventually fell on my reflection in the mirror of the opposite vanity. Ew. I turned to look at the one behind me, hoping the distance had made it look worse than it was. Nope!
My hair was completely covered in cum, with a nice variety of thickness; the wateriest portion dripping down onto my shoulders with the shower runoff. The fragrance made my nose wrinkle again, but it didn’t seem to bother me as much now. I ran my fingers through the bits of my hair that weren’t stuck together yet, but it was no use. This stuff wasn’t coming off. I gave up, and surveyed the slimy jizz that coated my hands with a roll of my eyes. God, all of this was so gross.
…
I cupped my hands against my lips and tried to suck it into my mouth. It was way too thick, though. Undeterred, I lapped it up from my hands like a hungry animal instead. I gulped it down, swiping my hands across my face to gather more. It pleasantly burned the back of my nose and throat like a shot of liquor, but it didn’t even slow me down. Once I sucked it all off my fingers, I pushed my cum-soaked hair into my mouth and slurped lazily on it as my hands drifted downwards.
Look, this isn’t one of my proudest moments. I fuck people for personal and material gain, but I’ve thus far managed to do it in a fairly classy way. There’s a certain decorum I try to maintain, and sucking jizz out of my hair while I rub myself off falls well below that.
Ever since that fucking dream… there was this burning hunger that just grew steadily more intense. I lifted my Y-equipment out of the way to rub my fingers across my slavering pussy.
Dream Millie was right. God, I wanted to get fucked by that big, beautiful dick so bad. I wanted Millie to wrap those fucking crypt-keeper fingers around my neck and pound me to the edge of consciousness. I wanted thick, fat wads of her pasty cum dripping across — and out of — every last inch of me.
In less than a minute, I heard myself moan with climax and slapped a hand over my mouth. My wetness cascaded over the counter. My breath caught in my throat as I shuddered with release — a snag that wouldn’t resolve until I reached my peak and started down the other side.
Unfortunately, my solo effort went up like fresh tinder, and did less than nothing to choke the fire in my loins. I sat there unsatisfied and overwhelmed, panting like a… well, you know.
Sexual frustration is something I’m ill-equipped to handle. I have a list of contacts organized by their level of desperation in my phone. It ranges from ‘would buy me dinner in exchange for some light flirting’ to ‘would book me three nights in Paris for an over-the-pants handjob’. I order fuck buddies like they’re listed on DoorDash, and they beg to give me the tip. Needless to say, pining wasn’t really my thing.
It was around then that Millie walked back into the room, carrying some supplies and a towel.
“O-okay… so w-wwwwe need to… um…” Millie glanced down at her phone, trying to wrangle the various items into one arm, “M-my sister’s a m-med-d-d— student, and—“
Something was different then, and I’m not sure what it was. All I know is that things suddenly seemed very uncomplicated. Watching her do her little hunchbacked nerd shuffle, as if she were weighed down by that mammoth trunk she had down below, was somehow captivating. She brought enough first-aid crap to remove my appendix, and somehow that too was endearing instead of pathetic.
“Hey Millie…” I spread my legs as the open air began to chill my dripping thighs, “You wanna fuck?”
Millie fumbled with her armful of first aid supplies as her brain shifted without the clutch. Impressively, the dork managed to catch everything but the towel, which would have fallen to the floor had her horse dick not surged to life. She stood there for a little while, looking more conflicted by the second.
“W-we need to um… t-take care of y—”
“I do,” I ignored her response and lifted my uninjured leg to give her a more enticing view, “I wanna fuck real bad.”
That seemed to break through her overwhelming concern for my health. Millie’s arms slowly unfolded, absentmindedly dropping her things onto the floor. Her eyes darted between my inviting expression and exposed cunt, her face gradually growing hungrier.
Millie grabbed my legs and pushed them apart. My heart pounded in my chest as her head sunk between my thighs. I thought she was going to blow me again, which made me painfully hard embarrassingly fast. I shrieked in surprise when her tongue invaded my moist slit instead.
“H-hey! Hey!” I protested, lightly pushing her head away, “I said fuck me, damn it!”
Millie wasn’t home anymore. I couldn’t budge her mouth from my pussy, and the only response I got back was the kind of slurping that would get you thrown out of any sensible restaurant.
“Y-you like the taste or somethin’?” I growled, trying not to moan.
“MMM! MMHMM!” Millie nodded briefly as she mashed her face into my pubic bone.
God, she ate pussy exactly like she kissed, and it drove me insane. She just stuck her tongue out and slurped the inside of my pussy like a yogurt cup, licking every inch of my inside and out like it was the tastiest thing that had ever rolled across her tongue. Her nose would brush my swollen clit by accident every now and then, but it was never enough to actually get anywhere despite the electricity it sent surging through my body. It was horrible… but in tens of what it did for my ego? It was kinda like what she did with the gum… and I liked it. A lot.
“God… you suck at this too…” I scoffed and grabbed her head with both hands, “Just… hold still.”
I held her face and started grinding on it like I was trying to start a fire. She never stopped moving her tongue, humming delightedly as she sampled the taste of every drop she could run her tongue across. The sounds of my lubricious pussy schlick-schlicking over her face only seemed to spur her on. I’m not sure how she was still breathing by the time I came, but neither of us seemed to care very much about that.
“OHhhhh… ffffFUCK!” I screamed, my toes curling as my nerves lit up with the swimming, floaty release of orgasm. The mirror behind me rattled as I shook in ecstasy. Millie kept licking well beyond my comedown, now with even more of my juices to sample.
“C-cut… cut it out!” I whined, “Millieeeeeee…”
Millie lifted her head up slightly when I said her name, but dove back in for another few licks. She finally stood a few seconds later, licking her lips to further savor the fluids that soaked her face. With a hand braced on the mirror above my head, she lined her cock up with my exposed pussy. My eyes nearly popped out of my skull.
“Wh-… what the fuck…?” I stammered.
I had gotten used to the rampart smasher this girl had between her legs, but this was something else. It throbbed angrily, bigger than I’d ever seen it. It looked like she had pumped it up or something — the head was an angry, reddish shade, pulsing along with the bulging veins that lined the shaft.
“M’sorry…” she panted, probably still out of breath from her free-dive into the Kamiya Trench, “y—taste… good…”
“M-Millie? Are you like… are you okay?”
“Y’huh… doin great…”
I wasn’t very convinced, but I didn’t have much time to think about it. Once Millie finally found the right hole, she shoved without another word.
“I-it… went in…” Millie cooed, steadily sinking deeper inside.
I screamed as the fat tip of her cock vanished completely inside me along with the first few inches of the shaft. She gritted her teeth as her cock throbbed inside. It felt like she shoved an orange up my snootch, which the small bump in my belly sort of resembled, oddly enough.
“OHhhhh… oh fuck yeah…” I moaned, driven to the brink of another climax.
“I-i-it’s… it’s tight,” Millie shuddered for a few seconds before she finally continued, “A-are y-y-you s-sure—”
“It won’t be for long… you’re stretching me out so much,” I put some extra theatrics on to encourage her, “Your huge cock is going to ruin my tight, little pussy! It’ll never be the same again…”
For some reason, Millie turned a shade of red I’ve never seen before. She seemed really embarrassed, though her cock seemed to respond about like I expected—by making that little bump in my tummy bounce.
“M-Mia… th-that’s not how… i-it works…” Millie stammered, “V-v—vaginas don’t st—stre—“
Before she could ruin the mood and start explaining the intricacies of vaginae, I grabbed a handful of her hair with both hands and yanked her forward. Her yelp of pain became a groan of pleasure as she fell into me, burying more than half of her massive cock inside. I pulled until our nipples touched, despite Millie’s poorly-vocalized objections.
“Jesus, it’s fucking gargantuan…”
“Mia! Are you—”
I stuck my tongue down her throat to shut her up. Judging by the throbbing, it did a little more than that.
“Shut up and fuck me, Millie…”
For once, she didn’t need to be told twice. She went to work laying that pipe, turning me into a gooey, screaming mess. Her cock scraped across a sweet spot with every thrust, and my entire body screamed for more. The whole thing wouldn’t even fit, but that only made the sounds of our dripping, mindless fucking all the more arousing. A mixture of her dripping precum and my own wetness schlucked out of me with every manic push and pull.
“I— is it… good?”
“Don’t fucking stop!”
The genuine tone of Millie’s question kind of pissed me off, if I’m being completely honest. This stupid nerd was a natural fuck-champion with the biggest dick I had ever seen. She was blowing my back out on her bathroom sink, and had to ask if she was doing a good job? Have an ego or something, god damn it!
“Fine! It’s fine! Just… don’t—”
“Sh-should we… I c-can change posi—”
No!
“J-just keep going!”
“I—I don’t want it to be bad for you…” Millie stammered, “J-just let me—“
Millie started to pull out, and I think something… broke. In me. Like, maybe my horny side had finally found a big rock to bludgeon my pride into submission with.
I wanted it. And nothing stops me from getting what I want. Not her. Not even myself, as it turns out.
“What the fuck!? I told you not to stop, dumbass! Can’t you take a fucking hint!?” I sat up with some difficulty as I continued to scream.
“I—I just wanted—” Millie shrank down, her voice just above a whisper.
“I know what you want, bitch! You just want to hear me say it, right!?”
“M— Mia, I—I’m s—” Tears started to well up in the corner of her eyes.
“You fucked my whole world up, and you’re going to take responsibility for it!”
Clearly, that wasn’t what she expected to hear.
“It’s your fault that I want your big stupid elephant dick, okay!? You shot your nut into my fucking brain or something, and now I can’t stop thinking about yo—it!”
“M—Mia…”
“I sucked your cum out of my fucking hair just to taste it, for fuck sake!”
“…!?”
“You want me to fucking beg, is that it? Fine! Please rearrange my fucking guts! Make my pussy squirt so hard my brain shuts off! Beat my shit up so bad I never forget the shape of your cock! That what you wanted to hear, huh!?
“I—“
I need it! So shut the fuck up and fucking fuck me, damn i—aah!?”
I squeaked, caught a little off guard as Millie flipped me over like I weighed nothing and bent me over the sink. I started to say something that just became a slutty moan when her glans wedged itself between my lips, halting in the threshold of my sex.
“T—tell me if i-it h—urts?” Millie whispered in my ear.
“What if I wanna get hurt?” I kissed whatever I could get my lips on — her hands, her arms, her neck, her cheek, “You’ll hurt me a little if ask, right Miwwie?”
I finally got the result I craved. She bottomed out and then some. I put my hands on the mirror to catch myself while my pussy squirted like a fire sprinkler.
“Th-that all you g-got—“
I didn’t get to finish the last syllable, because I think her dick might’ve cleared one of my chakras or something. I was already cumming before she started really beating it up.
“Ooohhh… Oh god… yeah…” I could feel another coming before I even came down from the first. My eyes rolled up into the back of my head as I moaned like the whore I was, “Wreck that fucking pussy, baby!”
“M—M—Mia… I-I-I’m—”
“Feel good?” I moaned, arching my back to softly kiss her neck.
Millie pinched her lips together and nodded. Her face was tight with restraint, clearly trying to prolong her peak. Her dorky nose wrinkled. Sweat poured down her brow, and wet strands of her, blue-greenish hair stuck to her face.
“Gonna cuuu—uummm?”
Millie’s body looked like someone had braked and hit the gas at the same time. She couldn’t manage to completely stop, but her thrusts became more erratic and twitchy.
“W-w sh-sh—“
“You bought the place,” I hoarsely moaned, nibbling softly on her ear, “You can paint the inside if you wanna…”
I expected a few more seconds of babbling hesitance, but Millie snapped like a bear trap. She thrust onto her tiptoes, slamming her massive shaft even deeper. My cervix smooched her fat cock-head, my body now a fully acclimated cum-dump for that gorgeous monster.
As I sped down the proverbial river towards the Angel Falls of orgasms, my eyes rolled to the mirror against my cheek. My tongue lolled out past my lips, my complexion rouged with exertion, spewing moans so obscene that even I’m a little embarrassed.
“C—… hahnnng… Cummmmmiiiiiiiiinnnnnnggggg—“
“Miiiaaaaaaa...”
I started to squirt before her load even reached the tip. My pussy milked that fucking beast for every drop. Her distending under-vein — bulging with each deluge of chunky, off-white slime — gave my G spot a nice little massage as it rolled across. Streams of cum forced their way out around her dick, and that bump in my tummy grew more robust with each passing second.
By the time she finally pulled out, my new spunk-paunch had started to bump against the sink. I looked over my shoulder — naively assuming she must’ve left everything inside me — just in time to get an eye glued shut by one of the last few ropes as they splattered from my ass all the way to the mirror on the wall. Her softening cock slumped across my backside, leaking the last few drops across my lower back as a syrupy waterfall poured out of my overstuffed slit.
“Ohhh… oh my god… I’ve never cum… that hard…” I rolled over onto my back, sweaty and exhausted, marveling at the sticky river pouring out of me.
Millie wrapped her arms around me, breathing heavy as the sweat dripped down her face. I started to return the hug until I noticed she was trying to pull me up.
“H-hey, watch—!“
Millie hugged me tight, which didn’t agree with my swollen midsection. I felt like a human piping bag as unflattering noises and what must have been a liter of cum glorped out of my pussy and splashed onto the marble floor.
“O-oh… s—… sor—ry. I—”
“Shut the fuck up…” I huffed.
I pulled her in for a brief kiss to emphasize my point, but admittedly, I had other things on my mind.
“You ready to go again?”
To my surprise, Millie seemed to hesitate.
“H-huh…? W-we’re ggg—gonna… need t—t—to um… shower again…”
“C’moooooon Millliiiiiiiiie…” I put on my best sugar baby face, and nuzzled into her chest, “You’ve only got one more hole between you and the triple crown!”
Millie seemed a little confused at first, but once she figured it out, her face turned pink again. Her still leaking cock had already started to harden at the prospect.
“I—… have y-you ever—“
“Not with anything as big as Nessie here…” I giggled, bouncing her flaccid cock in my hand, “but it’ll be fine… if I get too loud, you can always just cover my mouth. Maybe choke me a little~?”
“Wh— what’s… gotten i—into you?” Millie stammered, clearly caught off guard.
“You know what got into me, Millie. I’m asking you to put it back…” I puffed out my cheeks and pouted playfully.
“W—wasn’t your ankle—“ Millie looked like her brain was about to boil out of her ears, but she seemed strangely determined.
“All better!” I lied, doing everything I could to avoid putting weight on my other leg. I don’t think she was convinced.
“M—Mia, I th-think we should—“
“I asked you to put it in my ass, not fuck my feet, you spaz. It’ll be fine! C’moooonnnnnn~”
Millie, still noticeably red in the face, glanced down — namely at the foot I was refusing to put any weight on.
“Let’s… ggg-…go get y-your ankle on ice ff—irst, okay?”
…
…
What? She… shot me down? She shot me down!? Mildred fucking Cheese shot me down!? Who the fuck did she think she was!? I put up with a lot of things that day, but this was a dishonor that I would not stand for. I tried being aloof. I tried being mean. I tried being sweet. Now it was time to play fucking dirty.
I stared at her for just a second and then pounced. My lips wrapped around one nipple, fingers around the other, and thighs around her flaccid beast.
“Haaaaa—nh… M–Mia! S-s-sens-sit-tive!” Millie whined, as if she thought it might’ve been an accident.
She put her hands onto my shoulders like she was going to push me away, but couldn’t seem to bring herself to follow through. I giggled sweetly and pulled my lips off for a moment to show off my tongue work. Millie’s cock was already starting to bounce between my thighs before, but it practically spanked my pussy when she saw my tongue dancing around her nipple. She started to moan, fully hard between my legs.
“Actually, yeah…” I put some suction on her nipple and popped my lips off of it just to see her squirm.
“Wh—huh?” Millie mumbled as if she’d been woken from a deep slumber.
“You’re right, Millie. I’m exhausted,” I yawned, striking a not-so-subtle pose while I stretched my arms behind my head.
“W—… well um…” Millie stuttered, eyes locked onto my chest.
I stepped back, leaving Millie’s leaking chub on its own, her cheeks turning pink. I leaned over the sink and examined my face in the cum-splattered mirror.
“Just let me do my face before we snuggle up, hm?”
Millie nodded, trying and failing to keep her eyes above my waistline as I turned my back.
“Ugh… god, my skin is so dry…” I huffed, swaying my hips while I pouted. Once I was sure I had her attention, I gasped softly in realization “I know…”
I scraped a particularly thick glob off of the mirror, and rubbed it between my hands. I bit my lip as it squished and strung between my fingers.
“M-M-M—… u-uh… wh—…” Millie acted like she didn’t know what I was about to do, but ‘little’ Millie gave her away.
I slapped both hands onto my face, and started to rub them in tiny circles around my cheeks. Millie gasped behind her hands while her cock anxiously twitched and drooled a steady stream of precum.
“Wh-… Mia… wh-what are you… doing…”
“Moisturizing, duh. Jizz is good for your skin, right?”
“Wwww—ell actually, that’sssssorta… a—a myth. If y—you—“
“Nerd,” I giggled derisively and turned back to the mirror.
Though my little display was getting the job done, Millie’s cum was closer to a thin gel than lotion. Needless to say, it wasn’t going to rub in. Glue my hands to my skin maybe, but certainly not be absorbed by it.
On the bright side, I had started to notice the subtleties hidden within the overwhelming salty musk. The layered flavors and textures fascinated me. There were hints of sweetness, both in the smell and taste.
Once I was done ‘moisturizing’, I slurped the excess into my mouth and swirled it around on my tongue. I had to swallow three or four times, but the tacky wad eventually rolled down my throat.
With a shudder of satisfaction, I glanced at Millie in the mirror, anxious to see her reaction. She was trying to hold the towel in front of her, but I’ll give you three guesses as to what made that look ridiculous.
“All done!” I bubbled, licking my fingers, “My ankle is really sore. Could you help me get to bed, Millie?”
“Mia… y-you have a little… um…” Millie sheepishly pointed at my cheek, unable to look at me directly
“Where?” I swiped my fingers around my face, missing the errant glob of spooge with every pass.
“N-… no… let me…” Millie swiped it off with one of her fingers, finally falling for one of my traps.
I wrapped my lips around her digit and let out a soft moan of delight as I sensually sucked the wad from her fingertip. Millie looked like she was about to faint, but surprisingly? She managed to hold things together, and gently pull her hand away.
“M—Mia… y-your—… i-it’s going t-t-to get wors-s-se… if we don’t um… g-get the sw-w-w—… swelling down,” Millie gestured to my leg, pointing out the puffy cankle that had begun to develop.
I looked at her for a moment, sort of stunned. She should have been on her knees begging me to touch her boner. Instead, she shot me down. Again.
Begrudgingly, I conceded her point and allowed her to carry me to the bedroom. She gave me a couple of pills and some water, put a pillow under my leg, and then went to exchange the ice pack for one that hadn’t melted on the steamy bathroom floor. I pouted to myself, wallowing in my own frustration.
Millie came back shortly with a new ice pack in tow. She lifted the pillow with my foot on it and scooted her lap underneath. With a better angle to work from, she went to wrapping the cool, gel-filled pack around my injured joint. Despite myself, I began to relax once the pain started to dull.
“Does it f-feel any better, M-Mia?”
I huffed and rolled my eyes, determined to remain as bitchy as possible. Millie stared at me expectantly until I finally nodded.
“Th-that’s good… I-I f-felt bad… I didn’t m-mean to um… knock-ck-ck you over…” She hung her head slightly, adjusting the ice pack.
As it had before, her genuine concern and warmth was making things… difficult. Normally, I wouldn’t hesitate to put the emotional thumbscrews on a thirsty simp who won’t give me what I want, but doing that to Millie felt like kicking a puppy or something. She was just so… vulnerable.
“You didn’t,” I sighed, “My foot slipped when I put my leg around your head.”
“O-oh…” Millie nodded, but I could see the gears turning, “W—… why did you…?”
“You—… um… you’re like… with your mouth?” I mumbled, halfway hoping she wouldn’t hear me, “It felt, like… pretty good, I guess.”
Millie’s eyes lit up like strobes. She opened her mouth to say something, but the alarm on her phone diverted her attention. With a few taps, she shut it off and removed the ice pack from my ankle.
“You t-took those, right? Th-the p-pain pills?”
I nodded.
“Good! S-so n-now we jus-s-st… need to… um…” Millie picked up her phone to consult the directions from her sister again.
"So… did you pay three grand just to baby my booboo, Millie?” I snickered, adjusting the pillows behind me.
“I’m j—ust trying to mmm—make sure your joint hhhhheals. T—tendons and l—l—ligaments—“
“Neeerrrrrdddd,” I laughed, laying back.
Millie shook her head with a small smile, ignoring my snide comment. A few seconds later, she seemed to find the message she was looking for. As her eyes scanned the screen, her smile grew a little wider.
Faces are weird, right? Like, the difference between a genuine smile and a fake one isn’t that big of a difference. If someone asked you to point out what made one smile more appealing than another, you’d probably have to think about it for a second, right? Like… it’s plain as day when someone’s smile is fake, but describing why it’s so obvious is a bit difficult.
On a related note, I got a very foreboding feeling from that smile. It made my heart thump in my chest. Like the feeling you get when you’re playing hide n’ seek as a kid, and someone gets thiiiiis close to finding you. It’s like… tense and scary, but in the way that makes you have to stifle your giggles rather than your screams.
“Www—we’ll need to… k—keep it elevated, o—o—of course…” Millie grinned playfully, gently lifting my foot from her lap…
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The Empire
By 26,700 A.D. the Z'ltar Imperium had ruled humanity for over two millenia. Spanning some 2,000 light-years in diameter, with 3 million inhabited systems, it was the greatest civilization in human history. Ruled by the central city-planet of Z'ltar, a vast planetary metropolis of over 1 quadrillion people, the Imperium had a population exceeding 30 quadrillion and an extensive interstellar trade system. Millions of planets were brought together by the superluminal drive, which used the parallel dimensions of alterspace to traverse thousands of light-years. The Imperium was a monument to human drive and ingenuity.
For fourteen thousand years, humanity had used the slower-than-light fusion drive to settle millions of planets across space. By 14,000 A.D., colonized space stretched across thousands of light-years. Nonetheless, because communication and travel was limited to the speed of light, interstellar trade and warfare was all but impossible. All that changed in 14,032, when a group of scientists on Betelgeuse III discovered alterspace, that nebulous realm of alternate dimensions through which superluminal travel is possible. As FTL technology spread, planets built great empires and trade networks, waging war on a scale unparalleled in human history. By 24,112, however, from this chaos emerged the Imperium, which united the galaxy and ushered in an era of peace and order.
The Imperium was ruled from the ecumenopolis of Z'Ltar, the most advanced and powerful world in history and the center of inhabited space. Z'Ltar had a population of 1.3 quadrillion at its peak, its surface area of 38 million square kilometers covered sixty miles thick in continuous city. Half the planet was uninhabited automated industry, while the other half housed quadrillions of Imperial citizens. Z'Ltar was the center of government, commerce, industry, technology, and entertainment for thousands of years.
The Imperium operated on a planetary feudal system. Individual planetary systems enjoyed a large degree of autonomy, as long as they respected Imperial regulations on interstellar trade, obeyed a few fundamental laws and principles, and paid regular tribute to the Imperial government. In return, the Imperium built and maintained critical infrastructure (including the Imperial Trade Service and its vast fleet of ships that transported people and cargo between alterspace transition points, as well as a system of starports that provided maintenance services to ships), defended interstellar trade, and arbitrated disputes between worlds.
Pax Zltarium was an era of order, prosperity, and peace that reigned for two thousand years. However, by 26,700, the Imperium was collapsing, torn apart by endless war, a secession of economic collapses and crises, political infighting, and the rise of populist movements that threatened the Emperor and his power.
Economy, Technology, and Government
The most fundamental technology to the Imperium was the alterspace transition drive, which brought starships into the poly-dimensional realm of alterspace. Superluminal technology was the crux of Imperial control, facilitating interstellar trade, conquest, and travel. As such, the Imperium continually invested in building the best, most advanced alterspace drives and starships.
Certain locations were better than others for transitioning to alterspace. The heavy space-time curvature about a neutron star facilitated the alterspace transition, allowing ships to access higher dimensions of alterspace and thus greater superluminal velocities. The Imperial Trade Service provided regular cargo and passenger passage between most neutron stars, these routes serving as a backbone of interstellar infrastructure and trade. The great Z'ltarian trade-spheres were miracles of engineering and technology, vessels miles in diameter than transported trillions of tons of supplies and cargo across the interstellar gulf. As such, most trade was conducted through the I.T.S. between the major neutron-star hubs, and private companies transported cargo from planets to I.T.S. hubs.
The I.T.S. was supplied by a vast complex of private industrial contractors on Z'Ltar and elsewhere in the Imperium. These industries were very influential in Imperial politics and constantly advocated for the expansion of the I.T.S. system and the addition of new systems, even non-neutron stars, as hubs. The expansion of the I.T.S. was subject to falling marginal returns, as further additions to the hub system and construction of new trade-spheres met little demand for their use. Overfunding of the I.T.S. burdened the Imperial government and caused a series of budgetary crises that weakened its economy. In response, rather than cutting the lucrative contracts for new trade-spheres, they reduced maintenance funding instead, causing constant delays and backlogs along crucial I.T.S. routes. Eventually, by 26,700 a series of private corporations, including Ortaya starlines, competed with the overburdened and unreliable I.T.S. and provided regular passage between major planets.
The Imperium was supposedly ruled by the absolute power of the Emperor, chosen for life by the Imperial Senate, but in practice the Emperor's power waned over the years as constant political infighting and conflict between I.T.S. contractors, military contractors, and private starlines weakened and divided the Imperial government. The Senate advised the Emperor on his decisions, but as the years progressed its role diminished in favor of the Emperor's personal cabal of advisors, often in the employ of nefarious interests. The Emperor was commander-in-chief of the Military, which used a strong Navy including hundreds of advanced battleships, as well as ground forces deployed on every member world.
The High Temple
While the Imperium's technology and scientific advancement, most prominently its development and refinement of sophisticated alterspace drives, was remarkable, its culture and mythology were unusual. Their society was united in devotion to the High Temple of Ai'i, a vast religious institution whose power and authority exceeded all but the Emperor himself. The High Temple had a great influence on politics, economics, and society, maintaining a vast bureaucratic network of temples, monasteries, and clergy that spread across every planet in the Imperium. The High Temple enforced strict religious law and adherence to religious principles, and was backed by the power of the Imperial military and state apparatus.
The High Temple was ruled by the Great Priest, chosen by the Cabal of Eight, a group of elite bishops representing different regions of the Imperium, who met on Z'Ltar following the death of a Great Priest to nominate his successor. The Temple gained revenue from tithes, which all major corporations, trading conglomerates and guilds were required, by law, to pay. The Temple owned thousands of planets as religious land, primarily mining worlds, and gained revenue from their economic output. Temples were located on all of worlds in the Imperium, and the Great Priest enforced religious law that all had to obey.
The High Temple's faith was defined by two great opposing deities, or principles: Kargoth, or thermodynamic equilibrium, seen as the ultimate resting place of all matter and energy, and Ai'i, or vitality, a momentary fluctuation away from entropy. All life, energy, and vibrancy was seen as embodying the principle of Ai'i, while decay, exhaustion, erosion, and the loss of vitality embodied Kargoth. Kargoth was entropy, the inevitable decay of vital matter into nothingness, equilibrium. The High Temple saw themselves as fighting the inevitable rise of Kargoth, of thermodynamic entropy, by protecting the vital energy of Ai'i. This vast war was seen in phenomena as disparate as the gradual decay from vibrancy and power of the Empire itself, to the constant computer adjustments needed to maintain a starship's protective quantum cocoon in the hostile environment of alterspace.
The Temple followed a pantheon of minor deities that protected, or fought for, each principle. In general, each such deity had a counterpart corresponding to the reverse principle. The deity of political strength and populism, for example, was paired with that of corruption, the deity of maintenance of systems was paired with that of erosion and collapse, etc. Most important, however, was the medium the Temple used to intercede on behalf of the Principle of Ai'i, and provide vital energy in the war against Kargoth. The Temple believed that human sexuality was this fundamental medium. They perceived the sexual cycle as symbolic of the great conflict between entropic equilibrium and momentary vibrancy. Arousal was seen as embodying the vital energy of Ai'i, while the satisfaction of orgasm represented that of Kargoth. As such, the Temple employed sexual methods to aid Ai'i in all different aspects of Imperial life.
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