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  1. UberPump

    The Filling

    The Filling.... Don't Drink and Inflate... “Oh yea… Just one more inch!” I moan as I feel the air hose inserted into my cock’s slit. The air rushing into the meat erotic. I can feel every throb of growth coursing erotically throughout my dick and balls. “Just about there! Unnnngh….” I moan as I hold the ruler against the bloated surface of my cock. My balls squeezing themselves fatter between my thighs as big as cue balls. Everything in my groin feels tight and pressurized. “8 inches!” *Scheww* as I turn the pump off. Both hands reach for my groin as I begin fondling the bloated masses resting in my lap. The veins throb off the surface like nets through the stretched out skin. The ridges visible as each separation in my dick is visible through the tight skin. My balls churn and bubble with all the air that has been forced into them as they scream for release. “Fuck, man. This is bigger than yesterday…” I stroke up and down slowly, feeling my fingers spread apart and come back together again as they traverse the girth of my vein riddled cock. It spreads out fat as it approaches the flare of my cockhead. The head expands out a good 2.5 inches in all directions, nicely mushroom capped. I continue stroking as I slowly grab for the hose lodged into my cock. I pull on it. The hose slides out as I moan “unnnnnhhhhgh” from the sensation of it being dragged through the inside of my inflated cock. Everytime I fill my cock up with whatever, air or water, the small hose I use always sucks itself down further into my cock. When I feel it lodge at the base with nowhere to go, I can feel the stuff begin pumping into my balls and overflowing them into my cock. That’s when the real fun begins. “Everytime you get hungry and decide to eat this… mmmph….” As it slides through out of my cock, like a long string of cum being pulled from the end of my cock. The hose, limp, rests now on the side of my bed with the pump. “So fat and long!” I look at my engorged cock astonished at its size… my once 5 inch skinny pencil dick is now a fat 2.5 inch wide 8 inch long porn star cock. My strokes speed up as I feel my cock begin quivering signaling the release of all this pressure. “Already! Come on I haven’t even had time to … mmm… play!” As I feel my balls seizing in anticipation. My cock throbs violently as it pulses up and swells with each throb. My hand furiously rubbing up and down. I can feel it getting closer as my balls contract. They slam up into the base of my cock as I rush to cover my dick with as much of my bedsheets as possible. The first one hits hard… “UNNnnnnnghhh…” *Splat* *Splooot* As it violently ejects the pressurized cum and air from within. It’s loud as it rockets out of my cock and balls. The covers help with the sound as it echoes through my bedroom like a deflating balloon. Each *Splat* is followed by a *Splooot* as it violently lurches with each throb, deflating down to a more meager size. The final *Splat* is followed by a long drawn out *Splooooooot* as my cock and balls go limp after they end their bloated party balloon fun. My arousal still heigh, even as my cock falls long and limp like an overstretched party blimp. “If only I could keep filling you up without risking an explosion…” I drop backwards onto the bed, my cock and foamy cum still under the sheets. *Knock* *Knock* *Knock* “Jason! Are you ready?” I hear the guys outside my college apartment. “It’s about time to head on over to the Halloween party!” “Yeah, yeah! Let me finish up and I’ll be out in a minute!” I grab my costume, a bull costume. It’s bare chested, showcasing my thick upper body muscles. Really, its just a leather speedo with boots and a pair of horns to go on my head…. Also, partly the reason I decided to fill the little guy up again… gotta fill out the bulge to be a bull. “Okay! I’m ready!” I open the door. “What the hell is that?” I hear Ethan call out, snickering at me. “Stuffing our speedos, are we?” Jacob calls out. “Look guys, it’s a pool party, right?” “Right…” “And we needed Halloween costumes, right?” “Right…” they groan rolling their eyes… “If I’m going as a ‘bull’”—I throw air quotes up—”then I needed something to fill me out a bit. Everything else fits the part you know… I just needed something that was good for swimming and showing off the characteristics of a true bull.” “That still doesn’t explain…” “Trust me, I’m not stuffing…” I pull my speedos away from my body, I feel them pulling at my bubble butt. They look into them. “That can’t be real?” “Sure is…” I whip it out, it’s still slightly swollen from earlier… they’ve only seen me post inflation… but they’ve never seen me when I’ve pushed it a bit far… my limp cock still hangs about 6 fat inches in my hand. My balls still swollen but not huge, above average now. “I’m just excited I guess to show off, it’s a bit chubbed right now.” “Well we’ve never seen you hard, so I guess that explains it…” They shrug. “Come on now or we’re gonna be late!” Ethan perks up, whisking us quickly to the house across the street. The house, an old well-kept Victorian with Halloween spiderwebbing strewn across its decorated porch. The house, blue and ornate. Music thumping from around the back and through the open house. The party has already begun. “There’s a lot of people here tonight!” I yell over the music. “Yeah! We know! It’s the whole football team and their partners too!” Ethan yells. “Let’s head ‘round the back to the pool!” “Okay!” We head through the crowded corridor of the house towards the back and through to the pool area behind the house. We see there’s still people but not as much as inside. “Ah, that’s better. I can hear myself think now.” I sigh. “Hey! It’s the Bull!” I hear one of my team mates call out walking up to us. His breath reeks of beer. The nickname was bestowed on me on the football team since I’m hugely muscled standing 6’3” tall and weighing over 210 pounds of solid man. I mow players down on the field without question. “Pshew man… you should cool it on the alcohol…” I jokingly wave my hands in front of my face. “Yeaa.. yEaaa…” he slurs and hiccups as he talks. “I’mm.. g…gonna go back inside to bang my … girl…. Take care of this for me…” He hands me the cup of whatever. I toss it, not wanting anything to do with getting drunk tonight. I must stay focused on my college career if I’m gonna make it big. “Loosen up man…” Jacob brings me a full cup of beer. “Look man, I don’t want to ruin my career by getting drunk and kicked out of school.” “Dude! You’re 21 now! Enjoy it while it lasts…” and he walks backwards and steps into the pool gracefully with a splash. “I guess they’re right…” I sigh, picking the cup up to my mouth and begin a long night… Throughout the party, from swimming to costume contests to loud music, the night dragged on. By midnight, most of us were wasted. Particularly me having just consumed enough beer to put a bull to sleep. In my stupor my dick starts leading the charge. My brain takes a back seat at this point as my growing member begins making itself known… I’ve wandered into a dimly lit corner of the party by the pools’ pump housing… lit by the moonlight. My dick has shoved its way out of my speedos as they fall slighty down over my muscular thighs. “Someone is ready to play tonight…” I drunkenly stroke my cock as it approaches its slightly larger size of 6.5 inches. It’s shrunk down some from earlier. “You look a bit puny right… now… but so fucking hot.” I bite my lower lip as I brace my hand against the wall of the house, leaning my head down as my left hand roughly jerks my cock. My hips seize and I spurt a good amount of cum on to the concrete. “No one will see it…” I shrug as I begin to walk away, forgetting about pulling my speedos back up… my cock still hard as a rock bobs in the moonlight. That’s when I notice it…. ‘Caution: Fill valve’ it read. “Want to have some fun…?” My cock jerks wildly. I reach for the hose attached to the valve as I inspect the end of it… it was a stem tapered sprayer on it… Looks like a pressure washer attachment to a garden hose. “This will do fine…” I say as I guide the tapered sprayer to the slit in my cock. “Nnnhuh…yes… tightly sealed…” I push it in until it stretches my cock slit tightly. I reach over to the valve and slowly open it up…. *Sqeak* *Hiss* as the valve opens and water begins filling the hose. It reaches the tip of my cock and pushes inward. I feel it building up in my cock slowly like I have to piss like a racehorse. The feeling makes me harder than ever. Once I feel it enter with little escape, I slowly begin working the valve open more. More and more water pours into my cock until finally, I feel a *Pop* and my cock begins swelling. “Oh yes… get bigger… Let’s see how much we can blow you up tonight.” I stroke my swelling log of flesh as it grows bigger and heavier. The feeling is different with water because it adds weight to my cock and balls. I feel it sloshing about, gushing in as water continues to flow rapidly into my bloating cock. My cock head swells, now starting to envelop the sprayer on the hose. More and more of it disappears into my swelling cock. It feels tight as the skin stretches over my ballooning cock. I look down, realizing now that my hands are taking longer to reach the end of my dick. “Oh man… you’re getting big! Huge…mmmm yea…” I moan as I look at the swelling dick. My drunk haze doesn’t allow me to realize I’ve already passed the 8-inch mark in a matter of seconds…. My dick is swelling uncontrollably into a new territory of size I’ve been too afraid to explore. It jiggles and jostles about, the veins growing on its surface as they swell to match the girthy size of inflating dick. The filling of the water in my dick stretching it out in all directions has me in a haze of alcohol and arousal. *Creak* As my cock begins to overstretch approaching 10 inches long and as thick as my forearm. My cocks girth is now twice what it was at the house. 5 inches wide…. I feel a tug at my cock head. I look down…. “HOLY SHIT! Nnnnhuh!” I moan as the sight before makes me weak at the knees. The weight suddenly rushes into my groin as my cock looks like a swollen watermelon. Red and marked with veins. I feel a tightness around the shaft of cock as it continues to swell. That’s when the tugging sensation gets worse. I look to my cock head as my cock throbs over and over again, the hose slowly inching its way further into my cock. I grab for it to stop and pull it out but no luck. It gets pulled through my fingers further and further down until I feel it lodge deep at the root of my cock. The pressure builds and builds until *pop* it begins to flow into my balls. My balls jump at the suddenly influx of fluid then drop down heavily in their sack. They begin bloating up until they reach cue balls. The pressure starts there. “Man my balls feel soooo heavy…” I reach down and begin rubbing them from underneath, on my knees as my legs give out form the sensation. I feel each rush of water pour into them as they churn violently. The weight increases rapidly as they expand with more and more volume. They begins stretching the skin. I feel the sack tighten rapidly around my now grapefruit sized testicles. “I’m no fucking Bull now… I’m the Bull! Nnnnnhuh…” I moan again loudly, this draws the attention of others now. “Holy fuck! Get a load of this!” As a man strolls over other football players, muscled thickly, round behind him. “How’s he fucking so big!” One says, starting to stroke my fattening cock as it creaks and groans. The sloshing sound of water pouring into it audible through the thick cock. It now reaches over 12 inches as it continues to swell with water; the hose trapped in its tight confines… “Nnnhuhn.. Guys… you gotta help me…” I groan, rubbing the side of my overfull dick. I feel so tight and huge. The weight of my jiggling cock balloon so heavy now that it begins arching down toward the ground, the underside swelling down fat in an arch bulging from the underbelly of my bloated blimp. “Look at this!” Another drunk football player looks at the hose, follows it to the valve at the wall. “This is…. awesome!” “Let’s see how big we can make him!” They all begin cheering. The man by the wall places his hands on the valve. “No!” I yell as I’m suddenly sober from the realization that these drunk assholes may very well blow me up until I pop. They count down…. 3….2….1! and the man turns the valve up to full blast. *Whooosh* I feel the sudden influx of water slam hard into my cock and balls. The churning in them violently thrashes against the inner walls of the massive cock and balls. My cock quickly approached 15 in… 17in…. 20….in… and on the girth now as big as my huge thigh muscles. I feel it begin scrapping on the concrete below as it swells and drags its weight across the surface. The guys surrounding me now move to the side as the whale of cock creaks and groans past them. They each take turns thumping its surface as it audibly stretches like a balloon. I feel it getting tighter and tighter. My groin filling up with more water as my balls appear from under the massive cock swelling before me. My balls have touched the concrete, as big as basketballs and still swelling. “Guys…nnnn… please stop! It’s tooooo much!” I moan as my cock and balls keep swelling from the water filling them to the brim. My cock and balls creak and groan. The pressure is intensifying as the stretch in my skin pulls taught. My cock meat visibly writhing through the surface of my dick as it throbs and sloshes from the filling. My balls have begun spreading out, sloshing side to side as my cock and balls are bombarded by the meaty hands of my assailants. “Guys… I’m… I’m gonna pop!” I can feel the tension in my enormous cock mounting as it begins slowing down in length… unable to creak past 36 inches. My girth, however, continues to swell up. My cock begins rounding out again as the bloat pushes out causing my dick to getter fatter in the middle of the purple shaft. My balls have begun pushing upwards on my dick as they steadily swell to the size of bean bag chairs. The stretch marks have formed along the blimp’s surface as it jostles about. *Creak* *Groan* as the pressure pushes on it, expanding it fatter and fatter. My balls approaching critical mass as they struggle to hold together. Cum and water are now spraying from the slit of my cock as the pressure forces it’s way out and around the hose plugging the exit. My cock continues getting thicker. It bloats up further as it begins to pulse as if it’s breathing. The monster cock now stretches around as fat as it is long, spreading out like dough on the concrete, etched with veins and stretch marks and the ridges of my cock meat struggling to hold together. “Oh.. please…” I beg out loud, my cock throbbing violently as it attempts to expel all the pressure from within. “Make it stop… I… can’t hold much more!” I moan. “Damn! He looks ‘bout ready to pop!” “Look at the stretch marks!” “I can hear it groaning!” And angry stretch mark races it way across the top of my cock as it audibly sounds of with a resounding *POP* and a *CREAAAAAAAK* as it expands one last time. It has swollen up to 48 inches long and 45 inches wide…. The skin so tight I can feel it quiver with every breath or touch I feel on its surface… my balls have all but stopped swelling as they no longer have room to expand. They pulse and throbbing, swell and relax as the water attempts to fill them even more, but rushes back into my expanding cock. “It feels so tight!” One of them flings the side of my cock with a resounding *plunk* *plunk*. The vibrations bouncing through the water inside my engorged cock. “I… I… guess I’m not a bull anymore!” I groan.. rubbing my cock. “Ohhhhhhnnnnn…….” *GROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAN* I moan as I feel my cock and balls give one final push in size from the mounted pressure. It releases deep inside me as my cock expands faster. My balls lifting me up on top of them. My cock sounding like an overinflated balloon squealing as it swells for its grand finale! “Watch out! He’s gonna blow!” They scatter as my cock swells taking up more and more space on the concrete. “Ahh!” I hear someone scream. I feel my cock envelop something at the tip and then feel it fill up space inside my dick…. “Nnnnnn.. did.. did my cock just swallow someone?” I moan as I feel something pressing on the inside of cock as it continues its wrath… then the sensation moves to my balls and they swell up fast. Someone else screams and they become muffled as my cock continues plowing people over and swallowing them as if it were hungry enough. “Stooopp! Please!” I grab onto my cock as more and more continue to be swallowed up inside. Each football players mass added to my already massive cock and balls. The pressure continues to rise as they become cum in my balls. “Sooooo much…… waaaatter… and cuuuuumm” I groan and rub the top of my balls, while they rest fat and heavy underneath me. They must be at least 20 feet in diameter from all the jocks my bloated cock swallowed up…. My cock blocks my view… taking up the entire area of the pool as the water from it rushes out of it as my dick swells into the hole in the ground overfilling it. I feel a sudden easing of pressure in my dick and balls. The pressure no longer increases as a “What the fuck happened to you?” blasts into my ears. It was Ethan and Jacob. “You’re really stuffed down there now aren’t ya?” “Took it a bit far did we?” “No guys! It’s… it’s not what you think?” I moan back, my cock still swirling and churning with water. “I was drunk and it started out small but now… these drunk assholes tried to see how big I’d get before I… p… popped!” I wince as a pinching feeling is spreading throughout my dick. The skin, I now notice is searing in pleasure and pain as it painfully stretches like a billowing water balloon. Only now it’s the size of a backyard pool. *Thump* *Thump* I wince again. The feelings vibrate through the tight skin like a drum. “Don’t do that! I might e… explode!” I moan… looking down at them.. “Can you pull the hose out of me?” I point to the monstrous head of my cock. “What hose?” “Just find it! It’s lodged in my cock slit and I’m too big to reach it!” “Fine! But this is insane.” “Insanely hot!” I hear Ethan announce. “Okay, we found it!” I feel them tugging as it slowly slides its way out… “It’s like we are staring at a flesh covered penis shaped goodyear blimp filled with water!” “That’s because it is filled with water!” I yell back. “And little bit of jock muscle in it as well,” I whisper to myself. “All right… one last tug!” I hear them say as it maddeningly scraps out and *POP* out of my cockhead. They’re sprayed by a little bit of cum and water before the hole seals back up. “I… I need help cumming guys!” I beg with them. “Don’t have to ask us twice.” “Just hurry up because I feel like my dick and balls could explode any second,” I groan. Their hands make contact with the turgid flesh of my once human sized dick and balls. My cock quivers at their touch as they thump and scrape and gyrate into the mass of flesh before me. My cock suddenly lurches as spray erupts from the tip. It intensifies until my balls suddenly swell and gurgle deeply, groaning from the mounting pleasure of cum multiplying rapidly within. My cock lurches once more as Ethan and Jacob back away. The rumbling builds as my cock continues spraying cum and water. Then… the dam breaks. All hell breaks loose as a *whoooooooosh* jetted blast of cum explodes out the end of my cock with a thunderous roar. “Holy geeezuz!” I hear them over the gushing sounds of water and cum exploding out of the end of my deformed cock. My balls deflate as we begin noticing costumes begin spilling out of my cock…. I had hoped those would’ve digested in my balls first… “What… the hell… are those….” They look on as my bloated cock and balls begin returning to normal size… well… normal compared to what they were before. My balls rest heavily in my lap at the size of beanbag chairs as my cock stretches thick and fat over them like an enormous, vein covered snake easily 5 feet long and 4 feet wide. My fat cock aches from the near bursting The Filling did to me… “Well guys…” I look at them, breathing heavily…. “Don’t inflate your junk while you’re drunk…” They stare at the mass of flesh pulsing in my lap. The cum covered clothing of my bulging cock’s assailants turned victims floats in the now cum-filled pool. Veins pulsing on it's surface, my cock burning as cum continues to slowly leak out of it's bloated mass. Find more stories here: http://www.patreon.com/uberpumpstories
  2. Mitchell was walking home on a very sunny and hot day. As he continued to walk, he saw his best friend, Leo, outside doing some yard work. As Mitchell got closer, he could see Leo was wearing 5 inch grey shorts and that a huge bulge could be seen. His dick was at least 10 inches soft and uncut. Mitchell also noticed that his balls were as big as lemons. Leo was 5'8 and he was an absolute caveman. Extremely hairy, always smelled like a man whose testosterone levels are through the roof. He was extremely muscular and bulk which was attractive. All Mitchell could smell was that manly aroma. A boner arose in Mitchell's shorts, but he made conversation. Mitchell: What's up Bro! Whatcha up to Leo: Just doing some yard work, its hot as fuck out here Mitchell: deadass I've been walking home and this heat is killing me Leo: You know what, now that you're here. You wanna stay the night? Mitchell: yea why now Leo: alright let me go shower and change. Come on inside 7 hours later Mitchell: Damn its hella late,. Hey Leo wake up, we fell asleep. Im still high from that hit earlier Leo: huh, what time is it? Mitchell: It's 12 PM and guess what? We got a full moon tonight Leo: what do you mean? The full moon is tomorrow, it's the 12th right? Mitchell: Damn dude, what time zone are you in? Today is the 13th Suddenly Leo stood up and ran towards the window and opened it. The moonlight pierced into the room, shining onto Leo. He could suddenly feel his balls starting to swell and produce testosterone and an increase in libido 10,000x. Leo grunts towards the floor and tries to stand up. Leo: Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I messed up the dates...ughh...I didn't mean for you to...see this. Arghh this hurts and feels so good Mitchell: What the fuck is happening to you and why are you talking like that? Are you growing --bigger? Leo: Fuuuuuuuuuck, now that you're here. I want you to experience my growth ...URGHHHHHH... You.. will... become like MEEEEEE Suddenly Leo's voice becomes much deeper. Leo's musk seems to fill the room and he falls to the floor in pain. His bones break and come back together. Leo is growing taller and as that occurs, his muscles start growing bigger. Leo screams in agony as his skin stretches and grows bigger to allow for more muscle. His entire body is red and sweating from the transformation. Leo's cock is growing bigger as well. It doesn't seem to stop, it burst from the shorts and underwear. His cock grew exponentially larger. It was 31 inches big and you have to hug it in order to jerk it off. His cock is red and swelling for release, especially those balls. They were as big as a the target red balls. Leo's muscle grew and grew and the agony did not end there. Leo grew as tall as 7'8 and was 300 lbs of muscle. Leo was as hairy as a rainforest and it was so thick. The smell only made you hornier every second you smelt it. Mitchell's dick was extremely hard to the point it hurt. Leo: Fuuuck look at me now, a fucking real man. Mitchell stick your dick in my pishole and fuck it until i come. Your dick will absorb my cum and you will become like me immediately.
  3. This journal is property of Rhys Cullen. March 5th: So the doctor told me to start this journal to record my thoughts and any physical changes or side effects while working for UBI. Oh right! I should probably start from the beginning. You can say that I've been "blessed" my whole life, I'm normal looking enough and rarely go to the gym (though I still make sure to keep myself in decent shape otherwise) but I've had one thing going for me since puberty hit me like a god damned pallet of bricks. I'm hung, like wearing sweat pants could get me an indecent exposure arrest level of hung. While I'm not at that mythical foot long dong level I'm close enough at a nice, and very thick, eleven inches. My dick is so fucking massive I swear guys could taste me when I top them. Funny enough though Saturday night when I was out at the club I was "scouted" while taking a piss. Some guy got really chummy with me and I thought he wanted to touch it or maybe a quick lay but all he did was give me a business card to some fucking supplement company I've never heard of and said that I'll be "Very well taken care of and paid well if I can prove I'm not just all dick." Needless to say I was tempted to throw the card away but I was intrigued by some easy money. Come this morning, Monday, I took time off work for a "medical appointment" and went to the address on the card where I was met with a somewhat pretentious looking ass office building. The inside wasn't much better but hey at least the buff guy at the front desk was cute. I had to putz about for a bit on my phone before they had me ushered into some medical exam room. A very built doctor greeted me as I entered the room and introduced himself as "Dr. Stephen Carey but you can just call me Stephen and I'll carry this conversation." before he slapped me on the back a lot harder than I bet he meant to while laughing at his own "joke." When he was done amusing himself he immediately had me strip down to nothing. Usually when someone sees The Legend I get a gasp or maybe even some fear of what damage it could do but Stephen just let out a small whistle before fondling my balls before saying they could use some more bulk though. I god damned promise you those bad boys are fucking massive just like my dick and was about to say something to him before he continued. "Oh don't get me wrong they are very nice Mr. Cullen those are some very nice goose eggs you have there but for our purposes we're going to need something with a lot more heft." He held up a hand to stop me from saying something as he continued, "Allow me to explain exactly what you're here for and what our intentions are. You see, some of our most in demand and potent supplement use some....'natural' ingredients and processes to make them and I'm sure you can guess where I'm going here. What we need and what we are going to do if you sign up for this is a steady and very plentiful need of cum, but not any old cum Mr. Cullen. It was found out pretty quickly that another one of our supplements once administered temporarily alters a man's cum for a time into a very powerful catalyst that can be used to make our corner stone supplements, namely those that cause you to grow muscle at an exponential rate. First we give you a separate drug which will increase your already extremely impressive balls to a size and potency that will be able to keep up with our demands. Once we get your boys upgraded to men once a week you'll come here and we administer that supplement I was talking about causing those bad boys, and everything they have in them, to produce a pure form of that catalyst which we will....harvest from you." "Wait, what the fuck do you mean by harvest?" I asked him but he stopped me by bringing out a machine I could immediately guess the purpose of. "We put you into this bad boy here and let you have your fun until you've got nothing left to give, pay you, and do it all over again the next week. To put it simply your dick is a straw and your balls are a Capri Sun drink dry once a week, pay you for it, and pay you even more for it depending on how much you produce. So if you agree to to this I'd highly suggest you abstain until your milking session to get the most bang for your buck. Keep at it long enough and this 'quick buck' I'm sure you're thinking this is going to be will pay more and have greater benefits than any job I you'll have. We are very interested in making sure our 'donors' are in tip top shape and have every need met." Dr. Carey looked at me to gauge if I was interested or not and well....I sure as fuck surprised him with my response. I came. I fucking came all over him and the office like a god damned fire hose. I found out something about myself I never knew, ruined his clothes, and had a new job in one fell swoop. After I made a mess I had to sign some paper work and set up a way for them to pay me before Dr. Carey gave me a shot in each of my big balls (yes I'm still annoyed by him calling them small). It hurt like hell but my dick was so hard the entire time and the bastard even gave me a lollipop after before sending me home haha. What ever, if anything happens I'll write about it but otherwise I'm leaving this thing alone until my first "session" with the doctor. March 7th: Holy fucking Christ. No you fucking don't get it. Ho. Ly. Fuck. Ing. Christ. So...yeah. Yesterday? Nothing. My balls still felt a bit sore from the shot on Monday but nothing else. Fucking today though? Holy fucking Christ! My balls were sore but they were sore for a whole different fucking reason. I woke up and felt...off, like there was a dead ass weight attached to my dick and I was, understandably, worried. I threw off my sheets and well...I can see what Carey meant by my "goose eggs" not being enough. That fucking shot did exactly what he said it would but it did its job like it was a fucking personal vendetta against me. Now my big ass balls were pretty fucking big, the doctor called them goose eggs and that is pretty much a literal description, but these things? Each ball was the size of the entire bulge of a porn star and both of these fuckers together were so fucking big to look cartoonish even next to my almost foot long dong. Fuck, the only reason they weren't totally like some fucking smut cartoon bullshit level of insanity was because my dick was so big. To put it plainly there was no god damned fucking way I could hide these things and I'm pretty sure I needed to buy some custom tailored....everything. The worst thing though? I'm a horny bastard. I've always been a fucking total horn dog and even if I don't hook up with someone I fucking have to get off multiple times a day but today? Well there is a difference between a need and a NEED and these fucked NEEDED constant attention all fucking day today. I had to jack off so much and ruin so many towels, bed sheets, tissues, or anything in range for me to try and minimize damage to little effect. Christ, I need to jack off again. I'll write later if I don't have my dick in my hand all day again. March 8th: Oh Christ, they got a little bit bigger and I've been on edge all day need to get off but I need to hold off till tomorrow when I have my first "session." March 9th: You can't see it (because you're a fucking journal) but I'm holding up an imaginary cigarette after my "session" with Dr. Carey. I left early from my shitty ass job for another "medical appointment." I got to the exam room and could already guessed what I need to do and stripped while waiting for Carey. I kept stamping my foot and tried to distract myself from jacking off then and there as even after a day of holding off I could feel these baseballs hanging from me boiling over just waiting ruin someone's face or clothes. This time when Carey saw me his whistle was genuine (fucking better be impressed this time) before he began his examination. My "men" as he called them were in tip top health, though still sensitive still, and of a very impressive size that was worthy of the dick they're attached to. He rolled out the milking machine, as he called it, before reasserting the process, giving me that shot he mentioned, and then hooking me up to it. His little joke about the straw and Capri Sun turned out not to be a joke at all. I'd been ranging from semi-hard to raging pissed off angry hard on all fucking day but the moment he turned on that machine? Holy shit man. Any blood I had in my fucking body that wasn't keeping me alive went straight to my dick as this fucking thing sucked at me with a force of a thousand thousand attention starved daddy issue laden twink bottoms. I went of like a god damned rocket in less than a minute and gain within another minute and again soon after. I came, then I cam, then I came, then I spewed, ejaculated, sprayed baby batter, and every fucking euphemism you can think of time and time again until finally after over a hour I was finally dry. Carey had left the room so I had to wait a bit as the machine still kept trying to get more from a stone as I had multiple dry, and still very fun, orgasms. Empty as I was my dick was still hard and begging for more but the doctor knew better, again he let out a sincere whistle as he saw my output showing well over a god damned gallon of the pure form of what ever this miracle drug was. He gave me some time to get the feeling back into my legs before giving me a check and saying a simple "See ya next week!" March 10th: I thought my dick would be done for after yesterday but nope, like always the first thing I felt was a primal hunger to shoot my seed everywhere the moment I woke up. Also I'd neglected to say anything as there was no reason to but Carey told me to start recording my weight for some reason and I'm up a pound, I sure as hell though I'd lost weight after my milking session yesterday but here I am up one. What ever. I'm going to enjoy my weekend. March 11: Horny as hell and up another pound. March 12: Had to take multiple wank breaks at work and up another pound. March 13: Another pound and fucking Christ I need to do something to distract myself from jacking off so I can get paid. March 14: Another pound, horny as hell, and I bought a gym membership. Maybe if I distract or tire myself out at the gym I keep my dick out of my hand (or another bottoms unfortunate ass) before I cum away my pay day. March 15: Ok, running isn't enough so weightlifting it is. Another pound gained and now my clothes are little tighter....I thought Carey said the drug wouldn't do anything to me asides from the balls or these fucking baseballs in my pants to blame? Oh who the fuck cares. I could stand to gain some bulk anyways but if this keeps up at this rate I'm going to need to go up a size in, well, everything. Tomorrow is my second milking session, second pay day, and I did the best I could to try and store up for it. Maybe I should bring up my weight gain to Carey....or maybe fuck it.
  4. LionBUff

    Stuck Inside

    Stuck Inside By: LionBUff Jake woke up to splitting pains running through his waist. He was a male fox that weighed nearly four times as much as the average fox. His hips felt like they had been crushed by a train and his testicles felt like they had been milked until they were raisins between his legs. He couldn't even feel his cock at all. He opened his eyes and looked down. Jake had been working out his whole life, he never skipped a day at the gym, he never went easy on himself, and it showed. He slowly and gently ran his paw down his peaking line of stomach muscles and softly grabbed his testicles and rubbed them in circles while pulling them towards him. Jake treated his sore orbs as if they would fall from the next gust of wind blowing against them. He couldn’t help but notice a strong feminine scent as he rubbed his painful genitals. He looked around the room as his tired and watery eyes adjusted to the morning light. He noticed a female fox on his bed. He must have met her at the gym because she was just as fit as him. Finding someone as well fit as her would have been near impossible at any old bar. Her body was more than defined in all the right places. He noticed a pool of white dripping from the center of her legs. Her feminine cave looked like a mouth vomiting a cow's worth of milk. Jake wondered if she, for some reason, spilled milk just above her vagina and let it drip down her lower lips and onto the bed. Or maybe the slimy white goo was lotion she rubbed between her legs to soothe an unbearable level of stretching her genitals had never taken before. He figured that this was closer to the truth than he probably realized. As he inspected her round figure for clues he noticed her arms stuck behind her head. Jake didn't think anything of this mildly uncomfortable-looking sleeping position till he noticed a shine from behind her head that looked like she was wearing a silver bracelet. He soon discovered that the bracelet was actually a pair of handcuffs linked to the bed frame. His eyes adjusted and a black mass on her left (from his view) breast. He wiped the watery haze off of his eyes to get a better look. The black mass was a tattoo that read "SARAH" with her nipple in the center of the "R." The SARAH tattoo covered the top half of her left the longways. The tattoo looked like it could be fake as multiple fingerprints were smearing the bottom of the word. He assumed that this was her name because no hearts or romantic decorations were hinting at any lover connections. The font resembled old English which reminded him of Shakespeare but there were no hearts or anything else. He felt bad for Sarah and got up to look for the key. He wasn't quiet about it at all hoping she would wake up to find this massive male doing his best to free her. He knew how scared he would be in her shoes. He first checked their clothing. He checked his obviously too small for him gym shorts and found nothing. He checked inside a pair of cheap knock off high heals bedazzled in pink and dark red velvet cheap jewels to find nothing. The noise of him throwing the few clothes they had on the floor woke her up. Sarah opened her eyes to see Jake searching through her clothes. She was too tired to say anything. She couldn't let out anything more than a soft startled moan. Jake heard the quiet moan and immediately felt bad for her. If the white puddle soaking her vagina was the lotion he thought it was, and if her memory was half as hazy as his, she must be terrified. "I'm just trying to find the key to set you free I swear!" Jake wanted to be as calming and peaceful as possible. "Eh... thanks." Sarah started feeling the handcuffs as she found herself unable to move everything above her belly button. "You don't remember where it is... do you?" Jake asked Sarah staring at the white mess between her legs. She tried to think about last night and any little detail she could remember. This thinking helped her wake up. The more awake she felt, the more she noticed a stabbing sensation in her uterus. Deep against the right (from Jake's view) side of her womb was an uncomfortable series of small points poking her inner body. It wasn't the most painful thing her womb had felt by a long shot, she had taken many objects and many men many times bigger than those objects. However, she knew that the series of slightly sharp stabbing pains was the same size and texture of a key. She shook her waist around to loosen the object. The smooth sides of the small object bouncing around further confirmed her fears. It had to be a key. "In here," she said just loud enough to catch Jake's attention. He turned around to see Sarah displaying herself. The white droplets flew off as she flexed and danced her feminine cave as if to clean it off for him. "WHAT?" He had an idea of what she was saying but he assumed that she just wanted a quick wave of pleasure before he finished looking. He was worried she just wanted him to stick himself in and calm her nerves for a little. "It's in here, I can feel the key rubbing against my guts." Sarah was secretly worried that the key hiding that deep inside of her would be an issue. She thought it would be impossible to get it out. Those fears washed away as her internal bodily fluids lubricated the path to the key in response this his own genitals preparing to retrieve the key... stretching to a throbbing length that would be more than enough. If anything, he would push it in further. Even if he did push it further, Sarah thought, Jake would open her up so wide the key was guaranteed to fall out. He may even gap her entrance open so much that her ovaries would drop out too. "It's up inside... inside... you?" Jake rubbed his sore balls with his hands signaling for them to recover as quickly as possible. His cock went from mostly soft to a partially firm noodle... one that was clearly wet but had some strength to it. His body wasn't sure how hard jake should be but it was preparing itself. "See for yourself... if you think you can get up there that deep?" Jake felt his knees and head lighten and his cock gained what felt like half a pound of blood. His veins around his cock flexed out. Jake grew a third arm that was ready to fetch that key and free Sarah. Jake knew standing around and watching Sarah was a waste of time. He just hoped whatever lotion was puddling under the vagina bouncing in front of him wouldn't stain his sheets. He crawled onto the bed and aligned his muscular well-fit figure with her equally well fit body. Sarah opened her legs until her thighs nearly made a perfect line. She pushed her feet into the bed and raised her opening up to him. She was ready to get off the bed but was also ready to see just how wide she could open up. she wanted to feel the morning air soothing her body wherever it was stabbing her. She felt like she could absorb a cruise ship. She felt like she was taking a cruise ship. She felt herself opening her legs beyond a split. Her breathing was interrupted by a pulsing mass pushing her lungs into her chest. Her chest was big enough to hold her lungs, and she felt like it would as jake slid it. Sarah thought a horse was punching her vagina... in fact... she wished she was taking a horse. Jake was worried that he would only push the key deeper while he slid further and further with multiple inches to go until his knot touched her at all. He was worried until his knot made its presence known with a tremendous slap followed by Sarah vocalizing her hormones taking over. Jake couldn't feel anything except Sarah's vaginal cave gripping the life out of his dick. "Am I close," He asked swinging his body side to side causing his cock to sweep her womb like a broom. His cock was throbbing like a deadly earthquake against the upper walls of her womb creating tidal waves in her stomach. She could hardly enunciate through her body trying to survive this enormous penetration. She tried to tell him that she could feel the key sitting under his cock. "Under... lower... try again!" Jake pulled himself out hoping that Sarah would be able to tell him what to do then. A long, deep, slimy flushing sound resonating from her vagina made startled both of them. The echoing of her internal fluids sliding against his beast of a male tree truck aroused both of them even more. "Are you ok?" Jake was afraid that he was too much for even a girl like Sarah. "When you go back in, go in lower, the key is sitting on the bottom of my womb." Jake slid the first five inches in, then angeled himself so that the edge of his dick faced down at a thirty-degree angle. He held this angeled position as he moved in. The new angel made Sarah open wider and wider. She thought she would stick her own arm up her vagina and would barely notice anything. The rims of the hole that spat out Jake's slimy seed searched Sarah's internal body like a blind person looking for their glasses. It looked for anything to grab onto. The skin around Sarah's belly button rolled around. Jake's meat pushed against her skin so much that even his veins could be seen around her lower torso. "GOT IT!" The tip of the key slipped into the tip of his cock and poked the inside of his tube. Jake tried to pull the key out, but all of the bodily fluids flowing inside Sarah's guts made it impossible for the key to stay inside his cock. He calmly thrusted forwards to grab it again but each attempt was as useless as the last. "You've... almost... got... it." Sarah was overwhelmed with horny compulsions but she felt like she was almost free. Jake wasn't ready to give up. He was determined to free this incredibly impressive woman no matter how many thrust it took. After a series of gentle thrusts, Jake new the calm rout wasn't going to work. He would have to use the abs and glutes built like a bull to scoop the key out. "Hold on," Jake panted. "No... I was planning on running away," Sarah said with a subtle sarcastic laugh. This laugh quickly turned into screams filled with pain and passion as Jake turned into a plowing machine hurling his dick against her guts full steam ahead. He gave each powerful plunge into her body all the explosive power his massive body could spark up. Jake showed no signs of slowing down as his waist flashed up and down like an orange blur. The slurping of his still-growing freight train filled the room with what sounded like a muffled war. Sarah felt something deep inside her hole clamp down on Jake… as if she were a fish biting a squirming worm. Sarah felt something deep inside her hole clamp down on Jake… as if she were a fish biting a squirming worm. Each time Jake entered her waist she clamped down a little tighter. Jake had been proving himself to be a big buff dominant male fox with deep growls that made Sarah quiver. His groans resonated from the biggest parts of his chest. These groans faded into moans that were nearly as high pitched as Sarah's as her vagina grabbed his cock tighter and tighter.. Jake was enjoying Sarah's internal grip more that Sarah was enjoying her ovaries being treated like a punching bag. Jake didn't know how to react to her body grabbing him like this but he wasn't complaining. Soon Jake was using more force than usual to move himself around Sarah's slimy cave. The tight grip eventually caused Jake to cum inside her in half the time it usually took him. After he squirted all he could he kept his meat inside Sarah and leaned in to cuddle her while he caught his breath. The two hugged, soaking up the others' incredible body shape. Jake sank into her chest like a heated mattress and Sarah let Jake sink onto her like an overweight blanket. "Did you find it?" Sarah asked squeezing Jake into her body so tight she could feel the peek oh his abs inches above her spine. Jake wiggled around without saying a word hoping to find the key with his cock which was still berried deep in her body. Sarah knew what Jake was doing and wondered if Jake really thought she wouldn't notice his heavy stump of veiny flesh roll around inside her. She didn't have time to say anything because her hormones took over her voicebox exhaling and groaning just as loud as before. "You sure it's up here and not somewhere else in you... maybe in a different entrance?" Jake nearly pulled out but the suction of her womb trapped him against her. "Kee... kee... keep looking! You're close." Jake was worried that he wouldn't be able to dig inside her again, at least not deep enough to help find the key, but Sarah's lustful screams and constant bouncing of her overgrown breast stiffened him right back up. It didn't take long for Jake to feel like he had a new batch of sperm ready to breed Sarah like a thirsty condom. Jake focused on cramming himself as deep as possible this time. He used each thrust to dig deeper, every thrust back out of Sarah was just Jake attempting to gain more speed in his next smack into her body. One shove created so much force that Jake suddenly found his testicles completely wrapped in Sarah's slick and piping hot hole. Jake felt the sudden grip on his orbs and expected it to be painful. Jake had already wedged her open so wide that she felt like she would never spread herself open wide enough for him, but her lower lips still seemed to try to suck his male milk more aggressively than a starving calf on its mother's utter. For some reason, the grip of Sarah's inner leg muscles on his testicles didn't hurt at all. In fact, the walls of her slippery warm cave was a massage soothing every vein from his pubic hair and upwards. Like her thighs were licking him and telling him to dump his next round of seed when he was ready. Jake figured that if he was going to have his entire mating mass inside Sarah, he might as well test her limits and just keep cramming himself up her stomach. Sarah closed her eyes and focused on keeping her raging hormones under control. Her feminine scent almost blinded Jake thanks to all of Sarah's desires filling her blood. He had reached past her ovaries now. Her womb thought she was somehow pregnant which made Sarah even more aroused as she imagined carrying a pack of his cubs in her womb. Sarah couldn't stop herself from moaning. Even her inhales emitted a rumble that sounded like desire itself. She couldn't annunciate any words but Jake knew exactly what she wanted. Once Jake was so deep that his balls were halfway up her vaginal tube he too lost control. Sarah had thought about nothing but breeding since Jake started his second round. Now, Jake's hormones were drowning out his thoughts. He felt veins flex out all over his cock. He felt his girth grow two inches. His head crawled out another three inches. Jake was so far inside Sarah that he was rubbing into the underside of her right breast. The right side of her chest flopped around just as fast as Jake was pumping his body into hers. Jake gave Sarah one final thrust harder than any other thrust all night. His seamen dispersed itself around her chest. His sperm cells swam up to her left breast and settle into her right. Jake didn't notice Sarah's chest swelling with his cum, he was to busy squinting his eyes and forcing Sarah's legs as far apart as he could. Jake stood there halfway up Sarah's body emptying all the male hormones and male milk Sarah's cries for seed had brewed in him. Sarah couldn't move anything but her eyes. She could only watch her chest rise and widen. Jake opened his eyes and wondered why the feminine lumps under him looked more like two squishy boulders than an actual female figure. Jake reached down and grabbed the left mound of her chest and squeezed, curious as to how they grew so fast. "Get the key?" Sarah asked catching her breath. "It may have fallen out while we were going at it." Jake suggested rubbing her inflated chest. He tried to pull out of Sarah and look around the bed hoping the key wasn't buried in too much of their mess. Sarah's muscles surrounding her tube flexed and squeezed Jake's dick before he could leave her insides. He couldn't even pull his balls out before they were gripped against her guts. Jake slid back where he was and tried again. Her muscles gripped his rod harder. Jake tried again and again to pull out but Sara’s mouth between her legs craved his sweet fertile nectar. “I don’t think it did, I can still feel it.” Jake was only a little disappointed by this news because he thought that either of the previous rounds would have knocked the key loose. Either that or her orgasm would have knocked it loose. “What should we do?” Jake didn’t think going for another round would do much but if she wanted another filling of his seamen he was happy to help.
  5. LionBUff

    Hanging Herc (full trilogy)

    p1 Homul walked down a dark path behind the town's pub towards a cave deep in the mountains of Greece. The path leads to a farmer's house on the other side of the mountains, but there was a special spot along the trail Hormul was after. A dimly lit cage-like door with the words "Firen Flight" greeted him. The door was covering a cave entirely lit by touches that were at least half burned out. A tall man in a Greek shoulder uniform holding a clay tablet guarded the gate door. "May I come in," Homul asked. The intimidating man looked at his tablet to think about his answer. Homul was worried that the Firen Flight wasn't as secret as he hoped and that he would be told to leave thanks to the crowd. He desperately hoped this wasn't true, he desperately needed a break. A friend of his told him how to get to the secluded Firen Flight deep in the mountains and told Homul that it was his favorite way to relax his mind. The man looked down at his tablet and saw that the Firen Flight was well below capacity. "It's pretty slow tonight, go ahead," The guard told Homul. Homul was so excited that he almost tripped over himself walking in. He walked down the dim cave and turned a few sharp corners before walking into a small room. The room had a wooden stage held up by clay on the further end of the room. Between him and the stage was about 6 round tables with no more than 4 men at each. This room was even dimmer than the cave leading to it, the only bright light came from a single hanging lamp on stage. The rest of the light came from tiny torches on the tables. Homul sat down and ordered his food and drink while he waited. Soon, an announcer walked onto the stage and told the room of men that a special guest was going to appear shortly. Homul's order came, and he enjoyed it... at least half of it. Homul was just a little over halfway done with his meal when Hercules himself walked on stage, looking even more muscular than usual! Hercules was wearing a cloth outfit that looked like a traditional Greek warrior's outfit with everything but the helmet on. Hercules' orange hair swung around in front of his face as he walked to the center of the stage. Homul noticed how little the covering worked when he saw a dim outline of Hercule's abs and chest. When Hercules was comfortable with where he was standing, he rested his unnaturally large arms beside him. "I spend all day using this body to fight off enemies," Hercules said bouncing his chest. "All-day, all I do is fight fight fight." Hercules lifted his arms and flexed his biceps while his chest continued dancing. "Well, gentlemen, this body isn't just built to fight." Hercules lowered his arms and rubbed his abs. The creases in the fabric stretched over every curve on his stomach. "These abs aren't just pretty, they can thrust my waist forwards so fast that my pelvis can pound into solid rick and shatter columns holding up the greatest temples." Hercules spent the next minute or two exaggerating his strength. He said that his chest could squeeze a lemon dry in the deep muscular valley, his legs can squat buildings and that his arms could pull a boat on land. As Hercules described his power, Hormul's mind was filled his visions of Hercules thrusting into buildings. The thought of his pelvis crashing and banging into things made him zone out. Hormel's visions faded when Hormul heard a tearing sound. The tearing was so loud that Hormul almost thought the cave was falling. Something else was falling instead Hercules' hands were resting behind his head, his elbows sticking out in a position that displayed everything below them. Hercule's hands were nowhere near his waist, yet the cloths around his waist were tearing off like an invisible hand was yanking it towards them. The fabric stretched outwards and split open as it did its best to keep the growth contained. Hercules wasn't just getting hard, he was sprouting a golden tree coated with wide and long veins. Hercules closed his eyes and clenched his teeth to help him concentrate on flexing his godly cock. The covering became a useless pile of thread resting along the top of Hercule's dick. The fabrics that remained were shaken off thanks to the golden and veiny rod dancing and throbbing, shaking everything off. Anyone with blurry vision would have assumed a snake was slithering out of Hercules' body. "It's getting a bit warm in here," Hercules cried out. He grabbed the top of his top covering with his right hand and the bottom with his left. He stretched both arms out away from the shirt, the left arm stretched down and the right stretching up. His hands brought the shirt with them. The ripping noise was a battle cry challenging any man to a battle of manhood. Seam by seam gave way to Hercule's strength. The shirt was like a curtain drawing back to reveal a gorgeous new sculpture honoring the gods. Only, Hercules was more muscular than the statues. His abs popped more, along with every other fiber of testosterone Hercules possessed. Pre was already dripping onto the floor into a white puddle. "It's so hot in here, I'm even sweating through my cock," Hercules joked. The crowd chuckled, unable to take their eyes off of the swinging utter of sperm hanging from Hercules. "anyways," Hercules spoke in a low and steady soft voice, "I'd rather show you what this body can do. Talking means nothing with a body beating this much testosterone in its veins." That line was the cue for a boulder to be rolled out on stage by thee assistants. "Let's lighten the load for the fine boys," Hercules suggested walking over to the boulder. p2 Hercules set both feet on either side of the boulder and pressed the head of his cock against the rock. Now that the side of Hercules' body was facing the audience, Homul could see the full length of Hercules' dick. Homul guessed that his cock had to be at least three times longer than his own. He could strap a full-sized horse cock on his body, and the only difference would be the color and the fact that his cock had a human shape. The size and veiny texture were the same for both Hercules' cock and a horse's cock. That and Hercules' balls were noticeably bigger. Homul couldn't help but wonder that if Hercules' gentiles could rival that of a breeding horse, how did his hormones compare? Was Hercules' as horny as a breeding horse? Was he filled with the same animalistic desire to spread his seed? Just like the sound of the tearing of Hercules' clothes, Homul's visions and fantasies of Hercules' body were faded out by the sound of ripping. Only this time, Homul wasn't picturing Hercules thrusting into stone on a building, he was watching Hercules thrust into stone right in front of him on stage. Somehow, it was even hotter than he imagined. Hercules' cock was ripping a hole into the stone like his head was an ax. Hercules didn't even look like jamming his dick into a boulder was painful, he was smiling like he was casually thrusting into any another mate. Dust and sand flew everywhere as Hercules pounded his body into the stone. With each thrust, Hercules dug slightly deeper into the rock. His balls swung around vigorously. No one in the audience said anything. They were soaking up the site of Hercules proving how masculine he was. His ability to rip his clothes off with nothing but his cock seemed like a simple party trick compared to this. When half of the harder than rock cock was inside of the boulder, Hercules speed up his thrusting. Homul didn't realize how slow Hercules was truly hammering his body into the stone until now. Hercules was swinging his waste faster than a tree branch in a storm. With each stroke his cock's head made inside the tunnel, it was digging, an eruption of dust flew out of the hole like a small explosion. A faint humming of sloshing filled the room. Homul didn't know if the wet-sounding humming was coming from Hercules' sweaty cock rubbing against the stone, or the sperm in his utter-like sack slapping against the inner walls of his testicles, or both. "If I could," Hercules calmly told the audience, "I would use my body to fight off our enemies. If my body can drill a hole into a rock like this, imagine what it could do to an enemy's skull! I could grab their head and slam it against my throbbing flesh. Their head would shatter into a thousand pieces!" After Hercules said this, the final few inches of his cock entered the stone. When all of his cock was inside, Hercules calmly inserted his cock into the hole he drilled and rested against the rock. Hercules breathed in and out, and leaned his arms on top of the rock, and Homul assumed this was the end of the show. "That was fun," Hercules said, "But it's still a bit heavy, isn't it?" Hercules pulled out, then hammered one final powerful thrust into the rock. A thunderous cracking sound echoed around the room, and the stone split in half. The two halves of the rock fell, revealing Hercules' cock standing there throbbing like nothing unusual was happening. Hercules grabbed the bottom end of his cock with his left hand and the top end with his right. "Ow," Hercules smirked. The audience quietly laughed. The men from earlier came back on stage and picked up one half of the stone as if it were a simple piece of furniture and carried it off stage. They came back to move the other half of the rock, leaving Hercules alone on stage. Once Hercules had the stage to himself, he quickly stretched a few muscles and turned back around to face the audience. "We know how hard my cock is, but how strong is it," Hercules asked the crowd. That was the cue for 4 full-grown men to walk onto the stage. Each of them were wearing classic Greek Armour, including the helmet. The 4 men, one at a time quietly swung their legs over Hercules' cock as if they were about to ride a horse. Once their bodies were standing over Hercules' giant flesh, they all picked their feet off the ground at the same time. Hercules held the 4 men up with nothing but his cock. His throbbing pole of meat held their weight effortlessly. Hercules even placed both hands behind his back to show off the fact that he was holding them up by only his enormous dick. "How many reps can you do," one of the men asked. Hercules clenched his teeth and flexed his dick, the men rose and fell with his cock. "One," Hercules said through his clenched teeth. Hercules flexed his cock just over 60 times before he told the men that he was getting bored. Hercules was bouncing the men on his pole for nearly 10 minutes, so the men were getting bored too. Hercules showed no sign of tiring out, so they just decided that Hercules could keep bouncing them all night and left the stage. When Hercules had the stage to himself again, he lifted both arms and flew his biceps. His biceps were massive. His left bicep had one singular vein sticking out of the top. "I already know how strong my arms are... but how strong is my body below my arms? Not my abs, my balls. How strong is the pressure behind my ejaculation? How far can I shoot a load?" Hercules kept his left arm flexed and used his right arm to point to the back of the room. A man is the same Greek Armour as the other 4 men was holding a Greek vase above his head. "Maybe this far," the man suggested. Hercules lowered his arms, placing his left hand on his balls and his right on his still-hard cock. He jerked his foreskin and measured the distance between the end of his meat and the top of the vase. "Maybe," Hercules said, "but I'll need help if I'm gonna make it that far." Two men walked out onto either side of the stage, both of them brought a small wooden stool with them. Each stool was slightly shorter than Hercules' waist. Both men sat down cracked their knuckles while Hercules rested his arms on their shoulders. "Ready," the man on the left asked. "Fire away boys," Hercules cried out. The man on the left grabbed Hercules' dick with both hands and jerked it so hard that the rubbing of the foreskin against the rod underneath sounded just like a small waterfall. The other man grabbed each testicle in each hand and squeezed the like a cow's utter. Hercules moaned, nearly losing control of his voice. He knew the men were going to do this, but he was still taken away by how aggressive they were. It didn't take long for pre to drip out. "Here it comes!" Hercules positioned his waist upwards so that his imminent ejaculation would shot towards the ceiling. Hercules felt weaker and weaker while his body braced. White liquid dripped from his cock very slowly for a few brief moments. It dripped out slowly, one drop growing on the tip until it was heavy enough to fall. The next round of pre drizzled out in small bursts. One small load after another flowed out, each load heavier than the load most men carry in their entire sack. Next thing Homul knew, a white arch stretched across the room so far that it 2 feet went past the man holding the vase. White raindrops dripped from the white arch creating a white line on everything underneath. Hercules was ejaculating with so much strength that he wasn't just shooting further than even he expected, but the stream of his seed was one solid river soaring over everyone's head. For more time than anyone could count, Hercules spewed seed with more force than a backed-up volcano. A large portion of Hercules' male milk missed the vase, yet it was over half full when Hercules finally stopped ejaculating. The two men massaged Hercules, assuming that eruption was painful. "Round two," Hercules asked the crowd. p3 The next night, Homul walked back to the Firen Flight only to discover that the previous guard, along with Hercules, weren't there. "Sorry little dude," the new guard told Homul as he hung his head in disappointment. Homul was so disappointed that he could almost feel his meat crawl into his waist from being so turned off. "he'll probably be back tomorrow," the new guard told him with a reassuring grin. Homul grinned back to be polite. "Thanks," he said and walked away. Homul's feet felt heavier as he dragged them back into town. He walked through the dark countryside of Greece remembering everything Hercules did on stage with little to no effort. He could hear all of the men in the room cheering Hercules on. In fact, he really could hear someone scream Hercules. He thought it was all in his head until the screaming and cheering for Hercules became too loud for him to ignore. these screams weren't in his head... they were real... but where were they coming from? they weren't coming from his own horny mind, they were coming from someone's horny voice outside of his mind. Homul followed the soft and muffled screams to a river hidden deep in the Greek mountains. The sound seemed to be riding inside the mist rising from a waterfall upstream. The waterfall was loud, but the moans of Hercules' name were louder. Homul walked up to the waterfall certain that they were coming from under the waterfall. "Are you ok," a voice that sounded like Hercules asked from under the waterfall. "I've taken centaurs dozens of times," a voice that reminded him of the guard from last night responded. As Homul snuck up closer the voice continued with "but they feel like tiny fingers compared to you... ok... wow... that's way bigger than anything I've ever taken before!" Something interrupted the voice's train of thought. He could barely get one word out. Homul was now so close that he could see a torchlight from under the water. He discovered that the light was coming from a tunnel under the waterfall. The tunnel walls echoed the heavy breathing of who he assumed was the guard buried under Hercules. "The centaurs might be half horse but they aren't half god... are they?" This confirmed that he was truly hearing the voice of Hercules echo out of the tunnel. "No... they, they, they aren't," the other voice chocked up. "I can feel the difference... centaurs are softer than this!" "How hard can Hercules get," Homul asked himself. "I can see the difference too... your head is poking out and rolling up and down my stomach like a boulder is rolling around my insides!" This was too much for Homul to ignore. He quietly walked into the cave to see this rolling bulge for himself. when Homul cut the corner of the cave he realized the guard wasn't kidding. The two men were on a cheap and quickly-built looking bed, and you really could see Hercules poking through like a ball rolling up and down his skin. The shadows created by the dimly burning torch on the wall behind the bed defined the moving lump in the guard's body. Homul slowly hardened as he watched. Hercules was in the outfit he was most famous for, but the loose bottom half of the outfit did next to nothing to keep Hercules "contained." Hercules was wearing his usual covering, yet, somehow, Homul could still see his balls flapping around. His sack reminded him of clothes drying on a windy day... they were thrown around all over the place. Were his testicles bigger than before? They seemed to be covered in more veins too. Homul assumed his cock was even veinier too, but he couldn't be sure because it was deep inside the guard. "I'm really, close... I'm sorry," Hercules apologized in a sincere voice that was still erotic. "We've been here for a while," the guard said shocked. He took a few more breaths and said "How have you not cum already? I would have cum three times by now!" Hercules was clearly about to say something, but his ejaculation interrupted him. Homul could hear Hercules' cum slapping against the guard's stomach. The bulge in the guard's stomach grew so plump that it covered Hercules' cock completely. His stomach rose and rose as Hercules seemed to have no limit. How much sperm can one man hold? His balls were huge but they didn't look like they held THAT much. When Hercules finished, he rubbed the guard's swollen belly to calm him down. The guard's face was red, bright red, but he was still grinning. The guard loved every last sperm cell filling him up. He felt a million degrees warmer... like he swallowed the sun whole... and he loved it. "God's can't impregnate men right?" Hercules laughed without answering. "Maybe," he said. Hercules pulled his cock out and let his load flow out of the guard's hole. His stomach flattened as the cum poured out like white molasses. "What does that mean," he asked Hercules with a shaky voice. "It's happened before. A god's seed is so strong that it can fuse with the sperm of another man and breed just as much as it would breed a female. "Ok," he said, "I would love your offspring inside of me anyways. If I do get pregnant, I want to breed an army with you. We could impregnate the land with warriors like you impregnate me. "Don't have to tell me twice," Hercules said gripping his testicles... as if to say he wants to breed that army right now.
  6. LionBUff

    Hanging Herc 3

    Hanging Herc 3 The next night, Homul walked back to the Firen Flight only to discover that the previous guard, along with Hercules, weren't there. "Sorry little dude," the new guard told Homul as he hung his head in disappointment. Homul was so disappointed that he could almost feel his meat crawl into his waist from being so turned off. "he'll probably be back tomorrow," the new guard told him with a reassuring grin. Homul grinned back to be polite. "Thanks," he said and walked away. Homul's feet felt heavier as he dragged them back into town. He walked through the dark countryside of Greece remembering everything Hercules did on stage with little to no effort. He could hear all of the men in the room cheering Hercules on. In fact, he really could hear someone scream Hercules. He thought it was all in his head until the screaming and cheering for Hercules became too loud for him to ignore. these screams weren't in his head... they were real... but where were they coming from? they weren't coming from his own horny mind, they were coming from someone's horny voice outside of his mind. Homul followed the soft and muffled screams to a river hidden deep in the Greek mountains. The sound seemed to be riding inside the mist rising from a waterfall upstream. The waterfall was loud, but the moans of Hercules' name were louder. Homul walked up to the waterfall certain that they were coming from under the waterfall. "Are you ok," a voice that sounded like Hercules asked from under the waterfall. "I've taken centaurs dozens of times," a voice that reminded him of the guard from last night responded. As Homul snuck up closer the voice continued with "but they feel like tiny fingers compared to you... ok... wow... that's way bigger than anything I've ever taken before!" Something interrupted the voice's train of thought. He could barely get one word out. Homul was now so close that he could see a torchlight from under the water. He discovered that the light was coming from a tunnel under the waterfall. The tunnel walls echoed the heavy breathing of who he assumed was the guard buried under Hercules. "The centaurs might be half horse but they aren't half god... are they?" This confirmed that he was truly hearing the voice of Hercules echo out of the tunnel. "No... they, they, they aren't," the other voice chocked up. "I can feel the difference... centaurs are softer than this!" "How hard can Hercules get," Homul asked himself. "I can see the difference too... your head is poking out and rolling up and down my stomach like a boulder is rolling around my insides!" This was too much for Homul to ignore. He quietly walked into the cave to see this rolling bulge for himself. when Homul cut the corner of the cave he realized the guard wasn't kidding. The two men were on a cheap and quickly-built looking bed, and you really could see Hercules poking through like a ball rolling up and down his skin. The shadows created by the dimly burning torch on the wall behind the bed defined the moving lump in the guard's body. Homul slowly hardened as he watched. Hercules was in the outfit he was most famous for, but the loose bottom half of the outfit did next to nothing to keep Hercules "contained." Hercules was wearing his usual covering, yet, somehow, Homul could still see his balls flapping around. His sack reminded him of clothes drying on a windy day... they were thrown around all over the place. Were his testicles bigger than before? They seemed to be covered in more veins too. Homul assumed his cock was even veinier too, but he couldn't be sure because it was deep inside the guard. "I'm really, close... I'm sorry," Hercules apologized in a sincere voice that was still erotic. "We've been here for a while," the guard said shocked. He took a few more breaths and said "How have you not cum already? I would have cum three times by now!" Hercules was clearly about to say something, but his ejaculation interrupted him. Homul could hear Hercules' cum slapping against the guard's stomach. The bulge in the guard's stomach grew so plump that it covered Hercules' cock completely. His stomach rose and rose as Hercules seemed to have no limit. How much sperm can one man hold? His balls were huge but they didn't look like they held THAT much. When Hercules finished, he rubbed the guard's swollen belly to calm him down. The guard's face was red, bright red, but he was still grinning. The guard loved every last sperm cell filling him up. He felt a million degrees warmer... like he swallowed the sun whole... and he loved it. "God's can't impregnate men right?" Hercules laughed without answering. "Maybe," he said. Hercules pulled his cock out and let his load flow out of the guard's hole. His stomach flattened as the cum poured out like white molasses. "What does that mean," he asked Hercules with a shaky voice. "It's happened before. A god's seed is so strong that it can fuse with the sperm of another man and breed just as much as it would breed a female. "Ok," he said, "I would love your offspring inside of me anyways. If I do get pregnant, I want to breed an army with you. We could impregnate the land with warriors like you impregnate me. "Don't have to tell me twice," Hercules said gripping his testicles... as if to say he wants to breed that army right now..
  7. LionBUff

    HULK SPLASH

    BANG BANG BANG “They would stop shooting at us if your lime green head was full or more than HULK SMASH!” Deadpool and Hulk were forced to team up to investigate an Avengers level threat at a warehouse thought to be empty. Hulk wanted to go with anyone but Deadpool, his least favorite “good guy” of all time, but the other Avengers were out dealing with something else. While they were there inspecting the place, undetected, Deadpool started breaking the fourth wall a little too much. When Hulk asked who he was talking to, he told hulk “you need more than a radioactive pea head to understand what’s going on!” The Hulk lost his temper and started beating up Deadpool… who teased Hulk the entire time. As Hulk was yelling the occupants of the warehouse heard them and ran in with the biggest weapons they could find. Bullets flew at them from every angle, and they ran into a nearby room that used to be a walk-in refrigerator. Hulk’s skin is three times thicker than a bulletproof vest, and Deadpool heals instantly, so t\neither of them were being harmed in the slightest by the bullet shower. However, they couldn't discuss any plans with all of the noise. “It’s true reader. Hulk can’t take a joke. We would be done with the adventure if Hulk Poo would control himself.” “HULK HATE HULK POO” Hulk demanded as he slammed both hands on the wall. “SEE. Hulky poo bear proved my point.” “SHUT UP.” “Look, reader… you… I apologize for this green ape’s grammar. He’s doing his best.” “HULK HATE DEADPOOL! HULK WANT OUT!” “We’ll get out of here when you calm down Hulky poo!” Hulk became bigger, growing by 10o pounds of radioactive muscle bulkier than a bodybuilder. “I know you can’t see it, reader… but Hulk’s bulge is enormous! His bulge is popping out of his body like you wouldn’t believe!” “HULK KNOW HOW TO CALM DOWN NOW! HULK NEED RELEASE! NOW! HULK NEED DEADPOOL ASS MILKING MANY MINI HULKS!” “What,” Deadpool said, turning to Hulk. Hulk's purple tip was rising out of his purple pants. Hulk’s body grew more as his sexual frustration added more stress to his already aggravated body. It wasn’t long before Hulk’s entire rope was swinging up to the air. Hulk was so frustrated that sweat was dripping off of the shaft like a leaky pipe. “Dear good reader you should see the size of this literal fucker! “HULK WANT TO DOMINATE DEADPOOL!” “Don’t worry reader, he's just showing off.” Deadpool laid down on the ground facing down just to aggravate Hulk more. However… Hulk was not kidding about wanting to dominate Deadpool's body. As Deadpool laid down, his ass and the bouncy meat on it looked like a comfortable void surrounded by tropical island fruit waiting to be juiced and eaten. Hulk jumped in the direction of Deadpool and landed with all four limbs on the ground in a plank position directly above Deadpool. His heavy breathing warmed the back of Deadpool's neck. Hulk’s salivating mouth soaked the back of Deadpool’s suit. Hulk assumed that this was going to be a good thing because either Hulk would finally calm down and focus on the mission or he was only trying to scare Deadpool into following his orders and was going to back down any minute. The first option was the one Hulk chose as he ripped through Deadpool’s suit. “I’m not ashamed to tell you, reader… this beast can fuck the life out of anything… except for me of course, because I’m immortal. I’m enjoying this. Hulk is hammering me into the ground like he’s trying to dig a hole to China!” GRUUUH GUUUU GRUUUUUUUUUUUUU GRAAAAAAA AHHHHHHHHHHRRRR HR HR HRRRRRRRRR HRRRRRRRRR HMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMM M M MMMMMMMM GRUUUH GUUUU GRUUUUUUUUUUUUU GRAAAAAAA AHHHHHHHHHHRRRR HR HR HRRRRRRRRR HRRRRRRRRR HMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMM M M MMMMMMMM Hulk threw his waist up and down like an oil drilling rig drilling Deadpool’s body. The wet slapping between the lovers sounded like a crate of fish falling off of a tall building and into the ocean. Hulk’s beefy urns bounced into one continuous blurred motion. Hulk’s animalistic mating was thrusting into and against whatever internal objects were in its way. The paces of Deadpool’s shattered spine were flying out of his mouth like a wood chipper. Deadpool’s body was a cavern of bloody ruins. His ass opening was wider than his head. As Hulk sprung his green cock in and out of Deadpool, Deadpool’s body was getting bigger as Hulk leaked pre. Hulk’s balls were so pent up and frustrated that each squirt of pre would be a normal man’s month of cum. Hulk was dumping his cum like a cow’s udder dumps milk. Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after. Deadpool slowly bloated out into a puddle. Most of the cum was unable to escape thanks to Hulk’s girth blocking it in. “HOW DOES IT FEEL TO CARRY HULK BABIE” Hulk screamed “HOW DO YOU LIKE BEING THE MOTHER TO HULK PACK! HULK GONNA MATE TIGHT HOLE LIKE BREEDING BULL!” “LoOOOooo reEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!” Deadpool tried to say something to the audience reading about Hulk’s sex session with him but he couldn’t catch his breath. The chemicals in his brain responsible for positive feelings were flowing through his blood almost as thick as the cum overpowering the same blood supply. That… and Hulk’s cock was blocking his airways. GRUUUH GUUUU GRUUUUUUUUUUUUU GRAAAAAAA AHHHHHHHHHHRRRR HR HR HRRRRRRRRR HRRRRRRRRR HMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMM M M MMMMMMMM GRUUUH GUUUU GRUUUUUUUUUUUUU GRAAAAAAA AHHHHHHHHHHRRRR HR HR HRRRRRRRRR HRRRRRRRRR HMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMM M M MMMMMMMM GRUUUH GUUUU GRUUUUUUUUUUUUU GRAAAAAAA AHHHHHHHHHHRRRR HR HR HRRRRRRRRR HRRRRRRRRR HMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMM M M MMMMMMMM GRUUUH GUUUU GRUUUUUUUUUUUUU GRAAAAAAA AHHHHHHHHHHRRRR HR HR HRRRRRRRRR HRRRRRRRRR HMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMM M M MMMMMMMM GRUUUH GUUUU GRUUUUUUUUUUUUU GRAAAAAAA AHHHHHHHHHHRRRR HR HR HRRRRRRRRR HRRRRRRRRR Neither of the lovers said anything for a long time. Hulk continuously moaned like a busted speaker. Deadpool gave up on saying anything. The Hulk’s seamen was filling Deadpool’s blood so much that he could barely focus on the most simple thought. All Deadpool could think about was cum. He could only focus on Hulk breeding him like a cum sponge. Finally…. Huk couldn’t hold back. His gallons of seamen in his urns of seed were boiling over. “HULK SPLASH” He roared and slammed into Deadpool’s body. Hulk’s purple tip was sticking out of Deadpool’s jaw… which Hulk discovered as all of his cum rushed onto the floor. Hulk grabbed Deadpool’s jaw and forced it closed. This closed gaw gripping his tip aroused the nerves up and down his testicles. Hulk was gushing his milk out at a rate of two pints every second. The gooey stew spread out across Deadpool's body. Even Deadpool's bones were soaked in Hulk cum. On a molecular level, Deadpool truly was soaking up Hulk’s seed. Hulk’s sperm were swimming through Deadpool’s genetic coding and changing it to Hulk’s genetic coding. Deadpool’s muscles directly absorbed Hulk’s sweet and salty protein shake. Deadpool’s heart grew to accommodate the masculine transformation as Deadpool literally absorbed Hulk’s strength. Deadpool’s eyes turned bright green. When Hulk finally decided that he had ejaculated as much cum as he had brewed… he pulled his cock out and stood up. Hulk’s enormous log of meat hung there as if Hulk had mated with a tank of yogurt. White droplets rained on the ground below him. The cum soaking his shaft slowly dripped off of him. Hulk stood there, his bulky and meaty chest rose and fell as he admired his partner's beaten up appearance. Hulk admired Deadpool as if it were his first kill of the hunting season. His green bulging muscles tingled as Hulk thought about his true strength as a lovemaking beast.
  8. LionBUff

    The Symbiote Snake (Full)

    Wilmon, a 6’5” lion, and his boyfriend Anton, a 6’ wolf, stared into eachothers eyes as they pulled up the others sweaty gym shirts. They were still wearing their skin tight sweatpants, but they were too focused on the upper halves of their bodies to care. Both men slid the other’s covering off like they were opening a present, the best present they could ever ask for. Once the coverings were out of the way, both men took a quick glance at the other’s fit body before charging their mouths into the other’s like a magnet. Their tongues rubbed together almost as hard as their shirtless bodies, their hands gripping and pulling at the other like the out of control animals they were. Their bulges were forced into the other, yet forced out at the same time. It wasn’t long before their waste were pushed apart, thanks to their growing tree trunks. The passion between the two masculine mating creatures was so intense that Wilmon didn’t notice the painful cramps in his crotch. His testicals and shaft were filled with more than blood and love. The muscles operating his mating machine twitched as his body tried to fight the invasion of something they’ve never felt before. When Wilmon finally felt it, he first thought it was just his body preparing to turn Anton’s colin into jello. Wilmon welcomed these testicular cramps and thought that he was about to fire off the biggest rocket of seed he’s ever brewed in his balls. The pains got bigger, and Wilmon felt like a love making beast. This pride continued until his testicals started to expand and compress as if they were inhaling and exhaling. Wilmon felt like he had a second pair of lungs in his pants… and didn’t know what was going on. Even his most explosive cum dumps didn’t feel like this. Wilmon stopped loving his mate and took a small step back. “What’s wrong,” Anton asked. Wilmon gripped his balls and felt the slight movement of his balls in his hands. His palms felt the scrotum rising and falling just enough for him to feel it. “I think my balls are breathing,” He told Anton as they both looked down at his sweatpants. Anton saw the slight twitching of his boyfriend’s testicals and grinned. Anton was extremely turned on at the site of the bulge moving on its own, not knowing how painful the experience was for Wilmon. Anton reached out and squeezed the breathing balls like a door knob. He gripped down on the bulge and felt the inhale and exhale of the bulge for himself. “You get hotter every day,” Anton said blushing. His face had as much blood as his rising cock. “What’s going on?” Wilmon rubbed his bulge trying to calm the nerves in his scrotum. This proved to be useless as the breathing got harder. The bump in his sweatpants now looked like a heartbeat. The seamen inside his cum bags sloshed around as the balls pulsed up and down with such intensity that it looked like someone’s finger was moving back and forth inside his pants. Anton stood there watching. The pain of the cramping between his legs was too much for Wilmon to deal with now. The balls weren’t just pulsing now… they were expanding. What ever invaded his sex organs was producing its own liquid seed at a rate of 2 tbsps a second. The expanding balls filled to the top with new, fresh, hot cum. He slowly approached the bed next to him, trying to move in a way that wouldn't make the throbbing hurt more than it did. He laid down on the bed and opened his legs, allowing the expanding balls to inflate onto the bed. He wanted to take his pants off, but the stretchable fabric of the sweat pants expanded with his seed brewing. His balls were bouncing up and down on their own like a basketball. The invading thing in his balls kept the new milk flowing as much as possible. Wilmon felt like he was carrying a kicking pack of cubs in his balls. Anton laid down next to Wilmon and his dancing bulge that wouldn’t stop growing. Wilmon moaned, feeling like his balls were being jerked around by an angry bob. Anton tried to comfort his mate. He pulled his body next to Wilmon’s and rubbed his hand around the throbbing, breathing, bulge. He caressed the moving lump in Wilmon’s pants as if he were taming a savage beast. Wilmon Just kept his legs open and breathed. While Wilmon’s balls were filling up with pints and pints of new milk, his cock started to grow too. The length grew outwards as if a snake were leaving his body. The head of his cock crawled up the hill of his fat, cream filled balls and down his sweatpants. If the internal explosion of cum wasn’t painful enough, now his stretching shaft was adding stress to the veins around the meat as they expanded to supply blood to the multiplying length. His cock was still mostly soft, but it was long enough to spew seed into a hole on the other end of a pipe. His sweatpants did their best to stay together. Wilmon could feel the fabric fighting his transformation. The pants tried to conceal the bouncing seamen, but the stretching cock was too much. As his cock slid down the bouncing hump of his balls, the pants started tearing seam by seam. Anton watched the creature tear Wilmon’s pants as it expanded out of his body and hunted for a hole to destroy. When his meaty noodle stretched down to the top of the mountain of seed, the pants finally surrendered. The last seam down the length of the shaft tore open and Wilmon’s wild animal was finally in the wild. His testicles shook off any remaining fabric. Wilmon’s balls now held so much seed that he could donate sperm to an entire herd of bulls and still have enough to breed a pack of wolves with his pre alone. His balls were bigger than his head, and made of nothing but slimy milk. His cock was so long and wide that it could replace a broken pipe. 5 hours ago Wilmon was drying off in the shower at his local gym. Today was his first day at the gym, and he wanted to test their showers. As he was rubbing the towel across his soaked body, he heard footsteps walk past the shower from the entrance, down the short hall of showers, and into a door. Wilmon thought the door was just a janitor's closet so he assumed it was the janitor. He heard another pair of footsteps and thought another janitor was helping the first. Then he heard a fourth set of foots walk into the door. Then another. Five men walked into the door before he got a chance to walk out and try to figure out why so many guys were walking into the closet and not coming out. Wilmon carried all of his stuff out of the shower and walked up to the door. There was no sign on it, which Wilmon thought was unusual. Even janitor closets have signs… most of the time. Wilmon didn’t want to walk in un invited, so he turned around and made his way down the hall of showers. When he got half way out of the showers, the door opened. Wilmon turned around to get a look at who was walking out. Wilmon didn’t expect what he saw. A horse and lion were walking out holding hands. Both men made Wilmon look like a midget by comparison. Their bodies were impressive, but what caught Wilmon off guard was the fact that they were naked. They weren’t just naked... their long and soft cocks were hanging down, dripping cum all over the floor. Both cocks were soaked in white slime from their tips to a splatter at the base of their stomach. Their cocks looked like they were shoved down a barrel of warm yogurt. “You came first,” the lion demanded to the horse. “No…” the horse barked back, “you were feeling my opening act. YOU came first! I felt that pewny leak of yours way before mine!” Wilmon stood there and watched the two competitive mates walk towards him… their cum covered meat drizzling all over the place. “That ‘pewny leak’ wasn’t even my pre, it was just a few squirts left over from the last time you begged me to stuff you!” The horse was about to say something back, but Wolmon’s blushing distracted him. The lion noticed the horse’s sudden pause and looked over at Wilmon. Both men stood there, airing their meat, looking directly at Wilmon. “What’s down there?” Wilmon asked pointing to the closing door. “The breeding training room, why? Is this your first day?” “What’s a breeding training room,” Wilmon said staring at the door and the two giant figures in front of him. “What it sounds like,” the horse said with an arrogant grin. “He didn’t know… he’s never been to a gym this good before” the lion said in a reassuring voice. He turned to Wilmon and said “it’s the part of the gym people don’t talk about outside of the gym because it’s to progressive and weird. The breeding training room is a part of the gym almost completely hidden. Here, it’s in the basement. Anyway, it has everything you need to help you become the badest sex beast you can be. It has breeding mounts to measure your stamina and your load volume. It has pumps to inflate your meat as much as you physically can. It has glory holes to make you the longest lasting stud the club has ever seen. It has artificial sperm injections to make your loads bigger. It even has personal male trainers to give you advice on positions and thrusting techniques and a ton of bedrooms to give you and your mate privacy. If you don’t have a partner to bring, or a profesional sex trainer, they have a male playground at the end of the hall. You can meet other men in this huge wide open space covered with bondage stations, swings, and a mattress twice the size of a king for when you want to pile on the fun.” “And you just walk in…” “And have the time of your life” the horse interrupted. “Me and my can’t last two minutes stallion husband would show you around if we hadn't already dried ourselves up.” The horse punched the lion, playfully, and they walked past Wilmon. Wilmon sucked up their musk as they walked past them. “Good luck in there,” the horse told Wilmon as they walked away. Now, it was just Wilmon and the door. Wilmon told himself that he didn’t need to go into any breeding training, especially sense he had just left the shower a minute ago. But, the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to impress Anton with his new tricks and pumped up cock and artificially loaded loads. He could already hear Anton screaming for him to pull his huge log out of his tight holl and see Anton’s belly inflate out across the bed and smell his musk gas up the bedroom. Wilmon knew he couldn’t just find out about a breeding training room and not go in. As Wilmon walked in, he could smell just how well used this place was. The locker room he was just in was nothing compared to this. The air was more musk and sweat than it was oxygen… and he loved it. The first thing he saw was a hallway of solid black doors. The hall was eliminated by dim neon lights. The floors had a pattern of white blobs on top of the original black tile… some were probably from the men he just met. On the right side of the hallways, the doors were labeled “PRIVACY PARADISE.” the doors on the left were labeled “SOLO SPEWING.” He walked down the hall, past at least 10 doors on each side, and entered a new hallway perpendicular to the first. Down the left side of the new hall were a set of doors and a sign hanging from the ceiling labeled “MATING 101.” Down the right side was another corner that turned left. On the part of the wall visible to him was a spray painted mural of a rainforest with the words “WILD JUNGLE” in fat drippy white letters with an white runny arrow pointing left towards the rest of the halls. Wilmon wanted to see the male playground scene the lion described. We walked towards the mural and took a left. He could already see many men playing on the adult playground. He picked up the pace to get a closer look. In the middle of the room was a row of bondage swings. A horse was being suspended from one of the swings with a red gag ball in his mouth. 3 elephants, covered in shredded veins and unnaturally bulked muscles, stood under him. The horse was level with the 3 elephants waists. All three elephants were thrusting themselves into the bottom of the horse at the same time. Wilmon could see their sacks bouncing around freely. The horse was smiling as wide as the gag would allow. On the left side of the big WILD JUNGLE room was a line of twin beds. At the end of one, a bull was standing there with a fox laying at his waist. The fox was coughing up white droplets as the bull shoved his waist in and out with the calm grace of a gliding bird. The fox was slender and short, but the bull was bulky and fat with a massive gut. The fox was barely bigger than a bull’s condom, but he showed no signs of not loving every thrust the heavy bull forced up him. Infact, the more he coughed up the bull’s milk, the more he was begging for more. The bull never ignored the tiny fox’s request. On the right side of the room was a bed bigger than any Wilmon had ever seen. Wilmon thought there were about 7 men on the one bed, but he couldn’t keep track of the exact number because they wouldn’t sit still or slow down. The group of naked men moved in and out of their bodies like waves crashing in the ocean. Squirts were flying everywhere, nonstop, but he had no clue who’s load was fertilizing the pile of men. He just saw random ejeculations raining over the bed. The masculine play ground was too much excitement for him. He turned around and walked down the hall and into the set of doors under the label “MATING 101.” The doors all had signs like a portable bathroom with the word “occupied” above most of the doors. Wilmon walked down to the end of the hall, hoping to see at least one green sign. He finally found one on the right at the very end. He knocked on the door and a soft male voice told him to “come in and lock it behind you.” He followed the voices instructions and opened the door. He saw a slim buck siding at the head of the bed with his legs wide open. A pile of wrinkled sheets was the only thing covering his waist. The buck’s green eyes winked as Wilmon shut the door and locked it. “What are you here for? Do you want your body to tell your mate how loving and romantic you are… or do you want to pound him till you push his spine up his throat and make him feel paralized?” He took a minute to think about it, then said; “I want Anton to feel my body display the feelings my mouth can’t say… make him feel like our bed is heaven itself… for the first few minutes. Then I wanna treat him like he’s a tiny prey being mauled by a savage and starving animal. I don’t just want sex with Anton, I want him to be turned inside out. I want the love of my life to twist his body into mine like a tangled knot. I don’t just want to make him cum… I want him to erupt like a volcano. Sex is just sticking yourself in someone else… I want us to truly let loose.” The deer glared at Wilmon and said; “Most men just come in for advice on lasting longer. I’ve never seen anyone rant about love like that.” “Well I don’t think my words or actions will ever do it justice, but I can try. What’s your advice.” The buck took off the sheets to show his entire naked body and his hard meat. “Let’s see what you’ve got so far and I can help you unleash the beast.” As the deer said this, he stood up and walked towards Wilmon. “Follow me. We’ll just start with the basics today.” The Buck led Wilmon to the hallway of doors labeled “SOLO SPEWING” and opened a door for Wilmon. The room was dimly lit with one brown and orange bulb above a breeding mount. The walls were covered with posters of godly men in little to no clothing. Some of the posters were a close up shot of girthy and veiny cocks of a variety of animals dripping cum down the side of their shafts. Both men walked inside and the buck closed the door behind them. “Before we advance to the positions, I first want to see the kind of shape you are in. Take those off and set them aside, then mount this machine. Wilmon took off everything he had and threw them in a corner. He looked at the machine and how much wider the tube was then his girth. “It’s to big for me, I’m not like those studs out there.” The deer looked at Wilmon’s soft meat, bent down and cupped Wilmon’s balls in his hands. “You’re actually bigger than most of my clients,” he said in a soft voice, “and this machine isn’t even on. Once I turn it on, it’ll grip down to your size. No one is big enough to fit before I turn it on. Now quit being dramatic and remember how much you love the man you’re doing this for.” The buck’s motivation made his cock spring up along with his confidence. The deer let go of Wilmon’s testicals and stepped aside. Wilmon felt a little uncomfortable using a breeding mount in front of the buck, then he reminded himself of Anton. He imagined the machine as Anton. He pictured Anton’s tight and adorable cheeks on their bed at home. He thought about Anton on his knees pointing his bare ass at him… inviting him to explore the caves inside his body. Wilmon pushed his cock in the hole and the buck turned it on. He didn’t know it at the time, but the man who used the same machine before him was carrying an “SSS” or “Strictly Sexual Symbiote.” The symbiote behaves like the famous symbiote “Venom,” but this specific species of symbiote only cares about the sexual organs of a man. The man before him didn’t realize he was carrying it because the organism took no interest in him, it left him alone. When the man before ejeculated into the breeding mount, the SSS swam out with his sperm and was hiding inside the same tube Wilmon just used. As Wilmon imagined the machine as Anton begging for more, the SSS landed on his foreskin. In its original form, the symbiote is too small to see or feel. Wilmon had no idea that a microscopic creature was moving down the tunnel of his tube. The organism absorbed testosterone from the cock and gained strength to move all the may down to the testicals. Once it was in the testicals, it tested it’s genetic interest DNA against his. Unfortunately for Wilmon, the SSS found his seamen and sperm to be a gold mine of rish male hormones and protein. It devoured his sperm as food and inserted itself into the muscles of the host’s reproduction organs. The symbiote slowly took over his seed and re generated its own. The symbiote started small, so he wouldn’t feel it for at least another 5 hours. When the symbiote gains full control, Wilmon won’t be able to think about anything but sex. His balls will have a constant need to be emptied. His cock will always want to be rock solid and inside something. His sperm, overtaken by the sexual parasite, will do whatever it takes to mate. Wilmon will become the horniest creature on earth. His sex drive will be the only emotion he feels. No covering is safe from his desire ripping it off like a present on christmas day. “How was that,” Wilmon asked the buck. “Impressive. Go home, rest, eat lots of protein and healthy fats, practice ejectulating as much as possible to force your testicals to never stop brewing more seamen, and your boyfriend will never go to bed unsatisfied ever again. Come back at least once a week so I can track your progress.” “Got it,” Wilmon told him. At that moment, the SSS dropped into the pool of seed in his testicals and made a small tidal wave. Wilmon felt the tidal wave in his balls, but assumed the slight sensation was only because he had just released a load. Wlmon went home, not prepared for the horror show his cock was about to perform. Part 3 Anton felt bad for Wilmon and his perfectly good pair of pants. He knew his boyfriend was in a lot of pain. He may be well hung, but he wasn’t THIS well hung. His body wasn’t used to having half a gallon in each orb… or an 18 inch pole that weighed at least 5 pounds alone. Only a whale would be used to carrying this much weight in his crotch. Anton tried to think of a way to make things better for Wilmon, but the veiny inflatable tube man on Wilmon’s lap wouldn’t sit still long enough for him to think. Anton had seen his passionate mate throb like a hotdog being shocked… but this wasn’t throbbing. Wilmon’s cock didn’t know it wanted to bend down or stick straight up… so it switched between the two. His cock would stick straight up like a telephone pole, sink down to an arch, slowly bending down. Just when it looked like his cock had lost all interest in ripping someone’s guts open, it would spring right up again. Every time the pulsing creature sprang back to life… to seemed to be a little bigger. “What do you want me to do,” Anton said trying to be helpful. “It’s so heavy babe,” Wilmon said cupping as much of his fat sack as he could in his hand. “You know what to do. Get this tank of fish out of me!” Anton had made his boy friend cum more times than he could count. He knew all of the soft spots Wilmon was sensitive to. He could operate this machinery with his hands tied behind his back. “Don’t have to tell me twice.” Anton immediately grabbed the head of the snake with his right hand, pushed it up and out of his way, used his left hand to push his balls down, lowered his head, and kissed the valley connecting the balls to the tube. He sucked on the base of his cock until he heard a faint groan echoing from inside his body. Knowing it was working, he stuck his tongue out and looked for a vein to guide him down the scrotum. When he found a vein pumping with excitement, he ran the tip of his tongue from the base of the tower to the bottom of his left sack, squeezing the vein the entire way down. When Anton reached the widest part of the musky sphere. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and pushed his face into the blob of skin. He pushed himself into the left testical so deeply what his entire face was smeared in musk. When Anton couldn’t force his face into the sperm sack any further, he gripped down with his lips. He grabbed a chuck of the testical and sucked the skin holding his balls into his mouth. Wilmon moaned, unprepared for the strength of his mate’s suction. Wilmon wasn’t the only one enjoying the feeling of Anton filling his mouth with as much of his melons as he could. The sperm swimming inside his balls and the symbiote controlling the nerves weren’t prepared his Anton’s mouth. The nerves in the sack carrying the loads of seamen shocked his entire body. Wilmon lost control of his muscles for a split second. He found himself thrusting upwards with no warning. He just launched his shaft up in the air like a rocket, screaming with uncontrollable pleasure like a siren warning anyone who could hear to take shelter. Anton moved out of the way and waited for his partner’s explosive thrust to end. “Keep going” Wilmon demanded! Anton knew his boyfriend was ready to get his heavy load out of his body as fast as possible and tried a new position. He got on his knees on the bed and walked over to the symbiote controlled tube above his lover’s lap. He inched up to the tower until it was pounding against his stomach. He grabbed the snake as if he were hugging it and sat down on the the bloated balls below. His ass was resting on Wilmon’s melons of sperm as if they were a cushion on a chair. “Listen,” Anton said, speaking directly to the pulsing head. He gripped the girth with all the strength he had, looked directly at the black abyss of the long tube in his hands, and said “give me everything you’ve got.” He rubbed and caressed the cock as he spoke to it, paying close attention to the veins. “I’m starving... I need the milk of a real stallion to fill me up. I need the seed of a real beast to fertilize my body. I want your juices to run through my blood. I want your injection to spray through my insides! Mate me till you can’t brew another sperm cell! Pulse through me and shake my core!” Anton, surprised that his speech wasn’t working, tried one last thing. placed both hands on either side and ran them up and down every inch as fast as he could. He began with up and down jerks before he tried grabbing as much girth as his palms could hold and rubbed it in a circular motion. The throbbing speed up. He wrapped his arms around the beast as if he were hugging it and bounced his body up and down using his entire torso to thrust the foreskin. As he was bouncing, he got a little too excited and lifted his body higher than he meant to. When he threw himself back down, he no longer felt the overwhelming meat on the outside of his body. Anton screamed. He screamed louder than he thought he could. For a split second, he panicked. But, he soon realized that this wasn’t anywhere near as painful as he expected. He felt like he was being hugged on the inside. Anton stopped bouncing and sat there, calmy processing what was happening. He had an enormous cock wedging his body apart. He could feel the head rubbing against the food in his stomach. He felt his colon wrapping around the veins like a condom. His tiny, tight, ass hole was now a gaping mouth ingesting every inch of a savage monster. The pulsing of testosterone in and out felt like a python slithering through his internal organs. Wilmon reached out and rubbed Anton’s upper belly. Anton looked down at Wilmon’s soothing hand and saw the outline of the head, the heartbeat visibly pumping against the outside of his body. While they rubbed Anton’s stomach, and Wilmon’s mushroom head, Wilmon said; “Hold on babe, I can feel cum heading up my cock.” Wilmon leaned back and gripped Anton’s legs. Cum swam out of his tube so smoothly and powerfully that Wilmon felt like he was peeing instead of cuming. Anton’s face turned dark red as his body temperature rose 4 degrees. Both lovers silently waited for the cum dumping to finish filling Anton’s slim body. The seamen spread out through Anton’s body and fertilized almost all of his muscles and organs. “Thanks babe,” Anton said, rubbing the side of Wilmon’s smiling face. Anton tried to get up and move on with his day. The symbiotic snake wasn’t ready for him to leave yet. The pipe of meat curled around Anton’s stomach and gripped down like a snake on a mouse. Anton tried to fight the creature coiling around his organ but the breeding organism had other plans. “What’s going on,” Wilmon asked in a panic. “Your friend won’t get out from inside me.” Wilmon and Anton both tried to separate their bodies, but the grip of his cock was too tight. When Anton tired himself out, the rope inside of him listened up the grip, but stayed in a hook shape to keep Anton pinned to Wilmon’s body. The cock truly became a snake when the head slithered into Anton’s stomach. The tube of his shaft opened up and pulled all of the food from his stomach and into the tunnel. When the python was finished emptying Anton’s stomach, it slithered out and made its way to the outside edge of his guts. Both men watched the cock bulge out of his skin so far that it looked like the cock was trying to pop out. The living meat didn’t pop out, but instead crawled down the center of his abdominal muscles. The snake used the crease in his stomach as a pathway down his torso. The cock kept stretching until the head was bulging out right above his cock. The cock, from the inside, played with Anton’s balls to arouse his cock as much as possible. The snake positioned the mushroom tip under the tubes that carried his sperm from his balls to his cock for ejeculation. The snake wiggled back and forth against his sperm tubes. From the outside, it looked like Anton had jammed a beating heart up his gut. Anton found out the snake was only doing this to locate the entrance to his testicals. Once the mating beast found the openings to his balls, it slithered right into his right ball. The cock rubbed itself up and down the inner sperm sack to stretch out the organ. It forced itself outward from inside his right orb as much as it could. When the snake decided that it had cleared enough room. Wilmon felt his balls squiz. He lost control and grabbed Anton’s shoulders and forced him against his waist. “BRACE YOURSELF!” Wilmon warned Anton. He could feel the cum eruption jet streaming up his cock. His balls released so much seed at once that Wilmon almost lost all feeling in his cum sacks. SPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH Cum flooded his right testical until his scrotum couldn’t stretch any further. Cum overflowed from his right testical to his left. When his balls couldn’t stretch any further, the eruption flowed into his cock. Like his testicals, his cock grew four times bigger than they were. So much milk rushed into his cock that it made his meat look white. His cock filled up like a condom until his foreskin couldn’t handle any more pressure. Next were the abdominal muscles just above the ballon cock. His muscles absorbed the cum like a sponge. 8 bumps inflated from his once flat stomach until they morphed into one slimy bulge. His cum stuffing continued ejeculating like a gyser as the overflowing milk spilled into his stomach. Anton coughed up cum all over the bed and Wilmon’s face. Each caugh of cum held more sperm than most men’s climax’s. After the pressure inside his body built up so much that his body went into fight or flight more, Anton vomited cum on his round gut. When Wilmon’s savage and wild breeding stopped, Wilmon’s cock finally softened. Anton used the strength he had left to stand up. When he did, the once violent mating machine finally popped out of his stretched hole. 90% of the cum he had once ingested gushed out from his ass like a waterfall. His body morphed back to its original shape as the warm cum flowed out. Once Anton got rid of all the cum in his body, he laid down next to Wilmon. Wilmon’s SSS was clearly still present in his reproductive system, but for now it was recovering. “Sorry,” Wilmon awkwardly said. “For what,” Anton asked pulling the love of his life closer to him. “I knew I loved you before, but I never knew just how much more I could love you. Where else am I going to find a stallion like this to breed me like THIS?” “It’s not really me, something took over my body.” Anton placed his hand on the freakishly large sack between his mate’s legs and told him; “I loved you before this thing took over. I don’t care if this thing took over your body or not, I still want this body stuffing me for the rest of my life. I don’t want any other stallion splitting me open. I want this one!” Anton patted this warm testicals and rubbed them as he leaned in for a kiss. Wilmon grabbed his soulmate and nearly sucked his teeth out. They played with the other’s body until they fell asleep. The bed was still soaked in cum, but the mates were too focused on loving the other to even notice. They fell asleep with their bodies tied together like a knot, using the body warmth of their partner as a blanket. Both men dreamed of the other.
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