I squirmed in my seat, my dick jostling against my massive quads.

I’d gotten in the habit of throwing a condom over the end most days to keep the pre under control, though its near-constant flow was a perpetual reminder of the state of both my mind and body. A persistent trickle sometimes inching up to a full on flow that volume-wise became unmanageable if I didn’t change out the rubber at least every few hours.

A distinctly slimy water balloon filling all the more quickly thanks to the man seated beside me.

Fuck he’s hot. And I’m hot. Like, both horny and temperature, all the time. The horniness never really calmed down, the white noise of an overloud TV filling my brain and making it hard to focus on much else. But then, why would I? Could I? Should I?

Nah, hehehe.

I rolled down the window and let my arm hang out while the other hand idly stroked the head of my over-thick donkey dick. I glanced at the prominent vein running along my bowling ball bicep, leading to my ham hock forearm, gave it all a flex.

I grinned and grunted. Boss looked over at me with a smirk and I found myself thinking about how fortunate I was to have found him.

Someone who not only reveled in my huge size(s) but encouraged me to make the most of it while egging me on at the same time. Since the first thing people notice about me is my body he taught me it’s my gateway and my currency, that my number one focus is to keep it fed, keep it growing, keep it satisfied.

Everything else? Unimportant.

Big dick, big body, small brain, small problems.

“Big dick, big body, small brain, small problems,” I mumbled.

Boss chuckled, “You talkin’ to yourself over there, boy?”

I looked at him and grinned the stupid grin he loves so much.

He nodded knowingly, “A good conversation from the sounds of it. Simple and straightforward?”

“Heh, yeah Boss, you know it!”

Flex. As best I could in the smallish cab of his jeep anyway. Well, small for me.

Boss smiled wider, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Fuck you’re beautiful boy, you’ve turned out incredible, better than I could’ve imagined.” He placed his hand on the back of my neck and squeezed. “My good boy.”

I let out a deep moan. “Oh fuck,” I breathed, bucking my hips involuntarily, my cock swelling harder in its stretchy encasement, balls rolling and aching for release. I’d worn all white spandex as instructed, from home to here. In the cab, in the airport, on the plane. The stares energized me, drove me, reminded me of what I was and who I was for.

“Boss! I’m… I’m gonna…”

“No.”

And the dam held. It was so ready to break, but it held. I gasped and relaxed, only slightly, ass falling back into seat as my libido calmed from a maelstrom to merely a storm. The way he could do that excited me, revving me up like a jet engine only to bring me down like a 4-story dropped piano. Part of me also hated when he did it, since every orgasm felt better than the last - blowing my load felt so fuckin’ good.

Like the last time I came, I was… I was standing with Boss in… and there were…

I shook my head like a dog, pressing the heel of my palm to my temple. “Fuck… what?”

I felt Boss squeeze the back of my neck again, pulling my attention. I let out a moan then sucked in a long breath. His touch was soothing, realigning, everything. He looked concerned so I let out a low chuckle and rubbed my dick again, rolling and stretching my neck, “Sorry Boss, that was just… got a bit intense is all.”

He raised a brow, “I get it, boy. Those base urges can really take hold of you, eh? And no restrictions at home means blowing your load whenever you want. But this ain’t home.”

I nodded, he was right. I could cum a dozen times a day if I wanted, or more. And he knows that’s not special. The everyday isn’t special.

But him? He’s special. This was special.

And so the dam held.

The drive from the airport passed in a blur, as most did for me. My focus was always elsewhere as my mind wandered to flexing this muscle or that, idly enjoying my cock, generally existing as a physical being moving through a too-fast world without a care other than getting from point A to point B.

Soon we pulled up to Boss’ place, an unassuming house in the suburbs.

I bumbled my way out of the jeep, always an awkward maneuvering required wherever I went and whatever I did. I was already big when I met Boss, and putting on a good 40 lbs. since meant moving through spaces and things not built for people like me. And now nearly a stone’s throw away from 300? It wasn’t gonna get easier, but my cock throbbed at the thought.

“Hehehe, fuckin’ freak.” I self-affirmed as I grabbed my bags and followed Boss in.

I stepped carefully through the door, making sure to avoid slamming my shoulder into the frame. I took a few steps in and set down my stuff, surveying the entry and living room attached to it. It was a nice enough place, kinda bland and very middle income, but nice. I stretched a bit, flexed a bit, groped myself a bit and let out a grunt. “Where’s my room, Boss?”

He’d already walked farther in, to a doorway adjoining the hallway next to the kitchen. He placed his hand on the knob and I went to walk toward him, but he held up a hand. I stopped.

“Strip,” a stern face.

I started with my shoes and socks, a challenge of their own when you’ve got muscle upon muscle blocking your reach and affecting your flexibility. I was huffing and puffing within moments but managed as I always do, bumping into the wall as I nearly fell over. Then began the laborious task of peeling off the drum-tight spandex covering my body, the second skin I wore everywhere since my wardrobe at this point was made up of nothing else. Boss’ doing of course, drilled into me until I was uncomfortable in anything looser, always on display.

As I pulled down my tights my log of a cock sprung free, its condom attaché swinging heavy as it’d been filling up for a few hours now. I let out a moan as it always felt so good to have it in the open air, sticking out proudly, defying gravity as my grapefruit-sized balls hung below. They’d slowly move of their own accord, lifting and falling, gently roiling in their own impatience as they waited for the next opportunity to empty.

I stood back up, ready for Boss. All of me.

He whistled and nodded, “You got hairier.”

I looked down, running my fingers over the furry fat-softened cobblestones of my abs as I admired my hairy forearms and hands at the same time. I had a bulked out look to me most of the time, like I was constantly in the off season, focused only on putting on mass and getting bigger - which I was, so I always had that bit of fat on me. But I didn’t mind, I was used to it. Besides, what cut of beef’s any good without a little fat?

My hand ventured down to the generous bush of my cock, a jungle of pubes that did nothing to diminish the sheer size of what jutted out from them. The thicket spread in pretty much all directions, connecting with the fur running down my legs and between them whilst venturing up to the hairy expressway over my front. My pecs were well furred, connecting across to my pits and up onto the dusting on my shoulders. While a couple of solid patches graced my lats on the back to compliment the one above my ass, waterfalling over my glutes.

“Boy?”

My attention snapped back. “Sorry Sir!”

He stared a moment longer and I shrugged with a grin. “I think it’s hormones.”

Boss guffawed and shook his head. “Must be, boy. Must be.”

He opened the door and gestured. My footfalls sounded heavy as I walked toward him, cock bobbing. As I reached the door I could see the stairway leading down to the basement, lit red.

He held up a hand again. “Take that off,“ he pointed at the condom holding onto my cock head for dear life.

“Boss, I’ll make a mess…”

“That’s alright,” he replied. Then, staring into my soul, “Horny animals are messy sometimes.”

A shiver of energy washed over me and my cock throbbed, burping out more pre in response to challenge the condom one last time. I nodded and gently removed it as I’d done hundreds of times before, tying it off like a balloon. Boss held out his hand so I placed it there, where he gazed thoughtfully at it for a second or two then reached over to set it on the kitchen counter.

“Go.” He gestured again. “To the bottom of the stairs plus two steps, then wait for me there. You may look around but do not move, do not touch yourself. Understood?”

“Yes, Boss!”

I slowly walked down the stairs, thick wood slats that croaked and complained under my weight. I had to turn slightly sideways as the stairway was narrow with exposed framing, I didn’t wanna bump up against it and give myself a splinter. The look of the house upstairs belied the state of this stairway and, as I could soon see, the basement - unfinished concrete floor and wood-joist ceiling, with exposed foundation here and visible insulation there. The house was older than it had initially appeared, and the basement was mostly open and spacious, bathed in red light.

I got to the bottom of the stairs then took two more steps, stood and stopped.

My breath hitched.

Spread out before me was the dungeon I’d only seen photos of up until this point. Organized and detailed with more implements and surfaces to play with and on than I could count. A wall of floggers, whips, and other things I didn’t recognize. A sling tucked in one corner, a massage table in another, a bed coated in rubber against another wall. Several mirrors, leaning against the walls or stuck to the ceiling.

The exposed concrete was mixed with smooth rubber flooring here and there, strategically placed for comfort and cleanliness. A closed metal cabinet stood off to one side along with a wooden table, mostly empty save for some very challenging looking dildos. Chains and ropes hung seemingly everywhere, some loose and placed with purpose, others bundled awaiting their moment to shine.

“Fuck me,” I drawled, taking it all in.

“Some might say you already are, boy.”

I flinched. How long had I been standing there? I glanced down at the small pool of pre at my feet, lazy strings falling from my slit. That long, at least.

He moved around me, faced me a couple feet away. I gasped inwardly.

Leather boots, side-zip leather assless chaps, white jockstrap, leather vest, and leather gloves. He looked incredible, the spitting image of a Tom of Finland man and my breath quickened as my heart picked up pace. With his arms and chest visible I could see how well built he was, nowhere near anything like me of course but he clearly took care of himself, and had an air of beefy dominance about him and the way he carried his body.

Especially in leather.

“Boss…”

In a flash he was on me, one hand around the back of my neck the other over my mouth. I breathed in the scent and let out a low whimper, and despite my surprise I’d stayed in place. His voice was heavy in my ear, deep and commanding.

“Down here boy, you don’t speak. You growl, you whimper, you moan. You do as I say and not an inch more. This is a sacred place and I expect a beast like you to show respect. Your freedom, your very being, is in my hands now.”

He retreated slowly, I was trying not to shake. Whether out of fear or excitement it was hard to tell - well, no, not hard at all. It was, in fact, very very hard indeed and the puddle of pre was only growing bigger, though Boss paid it no mind.

He surveyed me, hands behind his back. “Understood?”

“Yes, B-” the crack of the whip cut the words in my throat. Where the hell had that come from??

He leaned forward menacingly. “Clearly boy, it wasn’t. I’ll ask a second time and you fuck up again you can march right back up those stairs.”

He stood frozen and staring, and for a moment I was truly afraid. But I’d also never been so turned on in my life, I was surprised I hadn’t blown a load already! Once again he stepped back, whip at his side, eyeing me.

“Understood?”

From me, a deep grunt and a nod. From him, a smile.

“Good boy.”

A wave of pleasure and relief washed over me, my knees nearly buckled. Fuuuck those words were everything! I could die happy if they were the last thing I ever heard, and my cock wholeheartedly agreed as it continued its determined leaking.

He tossed the whip over onto the bed, then pointed at the floor. At first I thought he was pointing out the growing puddle that was licking my toes, but, “Knees.”

I dropped immediately, not even minding we weren’t even on some of the rubber matting. At this moment I’d do near anything for this man, he was becoming my world, my ultimate focus, the drive for my existence. Exactly what he wanted, and I loved knowing that.

For him, I was elevated and diminished. More and less. What I needed to be.

I was breathing faster as I watched him methodically take his hardening cock out of his jockstrap. It was beautiful, uncut, a good length but thick, and his balls were big compared to average. A couple of goose eggs holding pure nectar for someone like me, something like me.

I let out a moan and found myself reaching for my cock, whereupon he kicked my hand away without hesitation but also without anger. “No boy, you know the rule. I know this is a lot for you but I need you to focus.”

There was irony in that. I was focused alright, I couldn’t take my eyes off him! Off his dick and balls, the space between his legs, the way his pubes bushed out under the buckle of his chaps. I could smell him. The need that was building inside of me felt raw, primal, uninhibited. I let out another moan, low and gutteral, my body vibrating from the effort it was taking not to launch myself on that cock, to taste it, to worship it, to…

“Go ahead, boy.”

And I was on it. I launched myself forward, scraping my knees some but not giving the slightest of fucks. I wanted that in my mouth, and in no time I had him slicked down from his tip to the bottom of his balls, spit covering him, dripping. I hadn’t realized I’d been salivating so much, had I been drooling?

The thought flitted by with little recognition. My purpose now was cock. His cock. I reached around and grabbed the lightly-furred globes of his ass cheeks and drove it into my face, breathed in the musky wonder of his pubes, feeling immediately high and joyful and fulfilled. I could taste his precum, I could taste him, I was connected to him in a way only a Boss and his boy could be.

I let out a blissful whimper, pistoning him in and out of my mouth. His hand on the back of my head. “Good boy, oh fuck… very good boy.”

The words. He said the words! I could feel the coolness of the pool of pre on my knees below me, could feel the waves of it traveling up my shaft as my cock throbbed rhythmically. I couldn’t cum though, no, had to wait until he did at least! If I was allowed, I hoped I was allowed, oh fuck please let me be allowed!

As I worshiped at the altar of Boss’ cock he continued rubbing my hair, sometimes reaching down and feeling my thick traps and boulder shoulders. Every so often he’d let out an appreciative groan of his own, but whether he was nearing climax I couldn’t tell - nor did I care.

“You’ve become quite the animal, eh boy?”

I nodded in my head, but the rest of my thoughts and mental drive were otherwise cock.

“So big. With all that muscle, and that dick, those balls. Just a bit farther to go…” His voice dropped lower, nearly a deep whisper. “We need you a bit bigger boy, you wanna get even bigger?”

I moaned and sucked, slurped and drooled. My body was heating up, my muscles tensing and flexing as I lost myself to this man. My back surged wider, my shoulders broader, my traps lifted farther up my neck to near touching the bottom of my ears. My arms thickened and felt even more cumbersome as I tried to hold onto Boss’ ass, his legs, my hands fondling his balls and dick.

My legs shifted apart slightly, I adjusted my knees, as my quads and hamstrings grew to truly inhuman proportions, topped with the largest set of glutes anyone would likely ever see. I was becoming behemoth, a monster, a beast.

Big.

“Bigger than big. Yeah, that’s my fuckin’ muscle freak, look at you,” he had a villainous edge to his voice, the timbre of a man possessed. “Forget clothes, forget shoes, huge-ass feet on you with mitts to match.”

My feet stretched, felt strange, a distant part of my mind knowing they were growing to a size far beyond what my five-foot-ten body would normally accommodate, could feel my calves tightening as the soles grew. And my hands, aching, thickening, to the point I couldn’t hold Boss’ cock with one anymore cause there was no room for my mouth. I resolved to place them back on his ass, feeling them envelop and cover it to a degree they hadn’t before.

“And animal’s gotta be hairy, so fuckin’ hairy boy. Inhumanly hairy, thick and long so you need brushin’ and groomin’ like the proper beast you are.”

The itching was, for a moment, nearly unbearable. I could feel the existing hair on my body forcing its way out of my skin, while new growth filled in practically everywhere and thickened places it was already growing. I could feel my legs, my chest, my forearms, my back and shoulders all getting extra attention. I groaned and shifted uncomfortably, feeling myself getting hairy, or prob’ly furry, could feel the air moving over me in ways I couldn’t before.

Did I have any bare skin left? Did I care right now?

Fuck no! I thought, but growled long and deep instead, reverberating through his pelvis.

Boss grabbed at the hair on my shoulders, the back of my neck, the way he pulled and gripped felt so foreign but also perfectly wonderful.

“Fuck… Fuck boy that’s it… you’re nearly there.”

His hips were pistoning now as he began fucking my face more earnestly, he was getting closer.

“Fuckin’ gorilla boy. People gonna call you that. My gorilla. Gonna think you escaped from the… the fuckin’ zoo, you fuckin’ freak!”

My upper body was more rigid now, the face-fucking forcing me into lustful concentration. But my body was shifting, waves of heat and tingling. I felt my back hunch as it lifted higher, my arms falling heavier and more angular. My jaw hurt, my head hurt. What was… fuck, was I…?

“Fuckin’... stupid fuckin’ animal!”

He cried out loudly and I instinctively drove my face into his crotch, taking his cock into my throat as deep as I could, growling with heaving breaths. He jerked and unloaded as I sucked and swallowed, everything else forgotten in that moment as I fulfilled my purpose. The taste of him was like nothing I could’ve imagined, nectar didn’t begin to describe it, and the flavour mixed with the giddiness in my skull, sloshing around, buzzing and bouncing.

A few moments later I felt his body begin to relax, the jerking motions subsiding as I realized he’d had a death grip on my shoulder hair. But it hadn’t bothered me, I had plenty to hold onto.

I was dazed. I pulled back with a slurp, leaving him clean save for some very drooly balls which I gently licked and tidied for him. I looked up with what I imagine was a really fuckin’ dopey grin on my face.

I grunted. Boss grinned wickedly. “Good boy.”

He looked down at the floor beneath us and let out an amused grunt of his own.

I tilted my head down and stared.

I’d cum. A lot. A few feet of heavy splattering between his legs.

But, he hadn’t told me to, and… I was still awake… didn’t I usually… was that right?

My brain was stacking blocks like a toddler, trying to piece together a puzzle I knew but had never seen.

“Boy.”

Head back up, focused. Present, but not. Brows raised, eyes innocent with lust.

Yes Boss?

“Look.”

He gestured with his chin to a floor-to-ceiling mirror against the wall by the bed. Reflected back was Boss looking hot as fuck in his leather, dick hanging out, standing over… over a…

Holy… holy fuck.

Walking out of arrivals I spotted him immediately.

I broke into a grin as I headed his way, noticing his eye shifting to the ever-obvious bulge in my pale blue jeans. They’d been his request of course, not that I needed much prodding to wear them. Anything tight and light that showed off the goods was fine by me, how many other guys could boast a soda-can thick footlong with bloated balls to match?

Yeah, showing off was awesome as much as it was a tad embarrassing at times. And not like I could help it anyway, the enjoyable inconvenience of being hard 24-7 made sure of that.

“Hey boy,” he said with a smile, pulling me into a tight embrace with one arm around my shoulders and the other palming the goods. Face in his neck I breathed him deep, feeling the pulse between us, a nervous-horny excitement stirring in my stomach as he held me.

“Hey Boss,” I replied, breaking off and stepping back. His smile widened and he nodded approvingly as he looked me up and down, tight white shirt to match my jeans Tom of Finland style, jacket thrown over my arm. An unexpected momentary concern surfaced, did I look like what he hoped? Like what he wanted?

“You look good.”

“Thanks, Boss!” A breath of relief.

He grabbed my bag for me while I pulled my suitcase along, “Flight alright?”

I nodded, “Yeah, no issues. Super cute flight attendant too, spotted what I was packing and gave me some free booze and extra snacks. Apparently he’s based out of Seattle so got his number too!”

Boss smirked, “Sounds about right. Well, no doubt you’re gonna get plenty of attention this weekend but no flirting or fooling around without my permission, understand?”

I nodded as I skipped a step to adjust myself, not atypical when walking. “Of course, Boss.”

We made our way out to the parking lot and arrived at his vehicle a short while later, a sparkling clean black jeep with black leather interior that suited him to a tee. We threw my bags in the back and I settled myself and my junk into the passenger’s seat. As he climbed in he looked over at me with a knowing smile, “You alright there, boy?”

“Yes, Boss.”

“Good boy.”

I grinned and moaned, giving my apple-sized head a rub.

He watched approvingly, “My boy’s got a big dick. The biggest dick.”

A brief moment of disconnect, a disassociation of mind and body as a jarring deja vu washed over me and knocked my consciousness loose. It floated outside for what seemed like ages, looking in and watching, grasping at the semblance of some missing knowledge as effectively as catching dandelion seeds out of the air.

I must’ve gone still and staring as Boss’ voice cut through, “Boy?”

A breath in, a blink and a smile, my eyes refocused.

“Sorry Boss, just tired from the flight. Kinda spaced out there.”

He raised a brow, started the jeep and got us moving, “Well, we’ll be sure you get some rest when we get to my place. Don’t need you passing out on me when we go out tonight.”

I grinned, fully back from my unsettling reverie, “Oh? Where we headed?”

“One of my usual watering holes. It’s a Friday so it’ll be plenty busy and I intend to show you off, that sound good to you?”

I squirmed in my seat, my dick fully in agreement. “Yes, Boss!”

I’d gotten in the habit of throwing a condom over the end most days to keep the pre under control, and while it’d slowed considerably while traveling I could feel the squelch of it as that mere drip had turned to a persistent trickle since arriving. Volume-wise not unmanageable yet since thankfully the leaking, though constant, was always variable. But another hour or two with this man and I’d be dealing with a distinctly slimy water balloon in my pants.

As we found our way to the freeway Boss focused on his driving and my mind wandered. The horniness had calmed down for the most part though its low-level buzz was always with me, and I found myself thinking about how fortunate I was to have found him.

Someone who not only reveled in my, ahem, unusual size but encouraged me to make the most of it while egging me on in other arenas as well. Transformation linked itself to my libido early on so my fascination with muscular guys, werewolves, body modifications, all of it became inextricably intertwined with my sexuality as I bloomed into my late teens and early 20s.

Which is where being as well endowed as I am came as such a huge blessing. Fact was I’d been perfectly normal growing up and all the way into my 30s, and it wasn’t until… wasn’t until…

“Oh fuck,” I breathed, lifting my hips, my cock swelling harder than I thought possible as my balls churned, my train of thought evaporating under its sudden demand.

Boss looked over while driving, putting a hand on my shoulder. “You okay there, boy?”

I nodded sheepishly, “Yeah Boss, sorry, I haven’t jerked off in awhile.”

His face furrowed, lips pursed, “How long has it been?”

I blushed deeper, growing warm, “Not since the airport, before I got into security.”

“Boy…”

“I know, Boss, I know! I should’ve done again before I left home but I was rushed and had to get it out quick at the airport in case security and customs took awhile. But then I was behind getting to my gate and…”

He chuckled and shook his head, “You’d think you’d know better by now.”

I looked beyond him for a moment. I should, shouldn’t I. Shouldn’t I?

“Boy?”

A quick head shake, a nod, further squirming. “Yeah, yes Boss. Yes I should.”

He shrugged with both hands back on the wheel. “You know I don’t put any restrictions on you getting off due to your condition, but, well I guess you’ll just have to get off once we’re home. It’s still early enough that you’ll be plenty riled up by the time we leave the house tonight.”

I nodded again, turning to look out the window, hand on my distractingly throbbing meat.

The drive from the airport was fairly quick in the end, for some reason I thought it’d be longer though I couldn’t recall if Boss had said. A small unassuming house on a normal residential street, we pulled into his one-car driveway and unloaded my stuff inside. The interior was as benign as the exterior, though I knew the basement was where the real action happened, I’d seen the photos.

He led me to a room at the end of the hall, a tidy minimalist guest room. As I stepped inside I flinched as someone stepped from behind the door.

No, not someone, it was me. In a mirror. The entire wall on one side of the room was mirror.

“Whoa…”

He laughed as he put my bag on the bed. “Yeah, usually catches people off guard the first time.”

“What’s it for?” setting my suitcase aside I turned to face it.

His reflection stepped behind mine as he wrapped his arms around my chest, looking over my shoulder. “It’s for you, boy. So you can see yourself. Or, more importantly, see yourself as I see you.”

I looked at myself then, sizing up my five-foot-ten height, all 190 pounds of me poured into the fitted white shirt and bulgetastic jeans I was wearing. Working out had been paying off, the last few years more focused than many before in no small part thanks to Boss’ encouragement and support. The beard had come later, short but well kept, and though I wasn’t balding or anything buzzing my head was just easier these days. Saved money, too.

Then, that bass whisper in my ear, “My boy’s a big boy, those muscles look real good on him.”

His arms were warm, too warm.

“Thank you, Boss. I’m getting th…”

“He’s got big muscles to match that big dick of his, doesn’t he?”

My words were lost in a moan as I closed my eyes, the heat of his arms spreading to fill my body. I felt the tightness of my clothes like I was well pumped after the gym, an awareness of size that I always had but now elevated in his presence. Lifting my arms into a double biceps I shivered at the grip my sleeves had on my upper arms, the stretch across my chest and back. With my eyes still closed I could feel him smiling, could feel his approval, I was proud to be becoming what we both saw in our minds eye.

“Fuck yeah, Boss. Gotta be big.”

The whisper returned, “You are big, boy. Unquestionably a bodybuilder with the bulk and build to show it.”

The growing heat had me sweating though my skin was dry, the sensation of sweat without the wet as cold waves of anticipation washed over my burning skin. The pump was feeling outrageous now and I knew my muscles had no choice but to grow or I’d explode.

“I want him wide.”

Explode I did, my eyes flying open as an intense pressure from within had me inflating like a bulked balloon. My arms thickening from shoulder to wrist as biceps peaked to a level I’d never been able to envision for myself, while my shoulders followed suit and lifted closer to Boss’ chin as he stared intently at our shared image. My chest and back spread in all directions as my pecs strained against fabric and formed a more prominent shelf, lats approaching forever-visible from the front no matter the shirt.

My waist stayed tight, abs hard enough to stop bullets and passersby, with an Adonis belt to put most rain gutters to shame. I wasn’t looking skinny, I didn’t want to look skinny, but with the new width in my shoulders and back the enhanced V-shape carried an illusion with it that belied the solid thickness of my midsection.

I liked it. Oh fuck, I liked it. And my dick really, really liked it.

“I want him to waddle.”

I called out in pain as my cock and balls were further crushed, my glutes, quads, and hamstrings vying for space in pants that already left nothing to the imagination. I dropped my arms to fumble awkwardly with the button and zipper, suddenly desperate as the death grip increased, hindered by the new bulk of my upper body that got in its own way and no longer moved like I was used to.

Pants undone, pushing them down, Boss chuckling in my ear. His grip on me felt different around my larger chest but he held me no less tightly.

The pants managed to slip over my inflated ass as I worked to fish my cock and balls out, groaning with relief as the monster and its friends sprung free. My legs had grown half-again as large and the seams of my pants were giving up, both at my thighs and my calves, the quiet tearing sounds driving the growth with my ever-building horniness.

Arms up I flexed again. I had to. Fuck, how I had to.

“That’s my good boy.”

I straight-up yelled, so loud the neighbors probably heard, whiting out as pleasure beyond belief washed over me in a flash flood. My arms and every other muscle locked up as my head tilted back, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut. Everything grew that much more, I felt the weight land on me and settle into a new muscular reality and it felt so, so good.

My cock was throbbing angrily like I’d cum but… I hadn’t? Or had I?

As I caught my breath my eyes opened to fall on myself in the mirror and the condom hanging there, certainly holding a lot of pre but, no… I hadn’t.

“Boss…” I gasped, arms falling to my side different than before. Heavy and angular.

He stepped back, admiring me from behind then walking around to survey from the front. I was at a loss for words, my brain was fried for the moment, so I simply stood there staring back in my stretched-to-paint-thin shirt and shredded jeans. My cock still throbbed with need though no less hard, pointing at me in the mirror to also wonder what just happened.

After another pregnant moment he concluded, “This will do for now. Get yourself into some fresh clothes, all white, you’ll find them in the drawers there. Then come meet me in the living room.”

And he walked out.

Though my breath had caught up my heart was still pounding, my blood running quick. Watching him close the door behind him my eyes fell back on the mirror.

I was big.

Well, big by comparison to my previous size of course. I hadn’t become a mass monster by any means but I’d surely put on a good forty pounds or so, given how everything sat on my frame and how I’d more than once sized up and compared pictures of bodybuilders online based on their height.

Methodically I peeled off my shirt, which had enough stretch to hold together fine even though it was now obviously small. My pants were another matter as the fabric wasn’t nearly as forgiving. I tried to work them off but eventually resorted to tearing them completely, they were ruined anyway and needed to go.

I stood there, naked save for my socks, staring at myself and my massive meat, now surrounded by even more meat.

A few minutes later I was wiping off the mirror with the remains of my jeans.