“Hope you washed your hands.”

He was leaning against a post across from the entrance to the bathroom, an understandable smirk on his face as I walked over to him as naturally as I could. Which is to say not naturally at all given what I was now packing between my legs.

“And if I didn’t?” I challenged. It wasn’t that I didn’t also see humor in this, the playful awkwardness that hung between us was thick, but I’d just added a few extra pounds to my body without warning so had reason to be equally annoyed. An annoyance paired with the ever-present horniness that had quieted to a persistent hum.

Boss said nothing and started walking again through the baggage area toward the exit so I had no choice but to follow. I glanced around a bit nervously and excitedly, wondering if anyone was looking, staring, while my perma-boned monster of a dick strained even harder at the thought. The fantasy of having a package so large people are forced into wide-eyed wonder had become a reality, and I couldn’t deny the ambrosia of humiliation in becoming a showpiece was helping drive my now ever-present libido.

Ultimately though it was an airport and everyone was hustling and bustling to wherever they needed to be next, so my pseudo-fear of being noticed for my massive bulge was presently misplaced. Nevermind it didn’t show so much in my black jeans unless viewed from the right angle, a “problem” I had no doubt Boss would rectify at some point. My cock throbbed, a wetness on my leg.

He led me out to the parking lot without a further word. There was so much I wanted to say, but he’d firmly entrenched the hierarchy within the first five minutes of us meeting and I didn’t dare break it just yet. He’d glance back at me here and there, a slight smile on his lips, a twinkling eye and raised brow. I wanted to ask, how did you do it? Is this permanent? Will it get even bigger? Seriously though, how did you do it??

I stayed quiet. We arrived at his vehicle a short while later, a black jeep that was immaculately clean inside and out and very, very him.

My bags went into the back and I hopped in the front, grunting as the firm-yet-fleshy blob between my legs bunched up in my tight jeans. As he climbed in he looked over at me and god he was handsome. I’d always had a thing for bulky, bald, bearded men. “You alright there, boy?”

But how did you do it??

“Yes, Boss.”

He smiled. “Good boy.”

I shivered and moaned. Those fucking words.

“I’m glad to see some of the work we’ve done has stuck with you. I promise I’ll only take advantage of it to please us both, you understand?”

I nodded, barely breathing. I was so horny.

“Boy?”

“Sorry, Boss. Yes, Boss!”

“Good. Now pants off.”

I blinked. “Boss?”

He started the engine while giving me a stern look. “I know we just met so I’ll give you a pass for questioning me. We’ll be driving a bit and I don’t think you want that crammed in there the whole time, do you? Pants. Off.”

He pulled out of the parking stall while I pulled out my pulsing cock and balls. My jeans were so tight it was a bit of a job, especially seated, but a couple minutes later and working up a mild sweat I had them off and on the floor.

The upgraded-to-first-class monster jutting from my crotch stood up tall and proud. Most of the toilet paper came off with my pants and I dutifully picked the remaining soaked pieces off my slick head. As expected (or rather, instructed?) I’d been leaking pre the whole time so it was a bit of a mess and Boss gave an amused grunt as he watched me tidy up. The pre continued despite, of course, and I was resisting shivering and whimpering as I sopped it up.

“Think you can live with that, boy?”

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry, breathing heavily as the horniness ebbed louder. “I… I think so, Boss. I mean, it’s a lot.”

“My boy’s got a big dick. The biggest dick.” He grinned widely, lasciviously. Flashes of past conversations with him praising my dick flew across the backdrop of my mind. I lifted my hips a bit and grinned, my seatbelt mostly holding me in place as I wagged my huge, leaky front tail with enthusiasm.

“Yes, Boss!”

My balls had settled between my legs which were forced to spread wider to accommodate, churning in their sac expectantly, a feeling of wait and want emanating from them in a way I’d never experienced before. My awareness of them was definitely heightened, in the same way one is aware when filling a bucket of how soon it might overflow.

“How… how’d you do it, Boss?” I blurted. Though I’d meant to hold off asking I was growing a bit addled, it was probably not in my best interest.

We were well out of the parking lot now and heading to the freeway on ramp.

“Oh, you’re a curious boy, are you?”

I nodded, another heavy drop of pre sliding down my cockhead and following the veins of my shaft. I moved to wipe it with my hand and hissed, momentarily forgetting my new level of sensitivity.

“You really wanna know, eh boy?”

“Yes please, Boss!”

“Oh I dunno… I think that might be too much to explain right now, more than you need to know. Besides you’ve already got plenty to handle, don’t you dopey boy.”

I groaned loudly, sparks going off in my head, a sudden fatigue hitting me like a lightning strike. My eyes rolled back as my eyelids fluttered and my horniness ramped up even more. A distant part of me knew what was happening but, as had been the case in the past with him, I was powerless to stop it.

“Hmm? You okay, dopey boy?”

A guttural sound left my throat that I was barely aware of, the sparks turning to fireworks as the breaker switches in my brain flashed off one by one. I had to… did I have to? Wait… was there something I had to do? Fuck, my cock is so hard. And so big!

“B… Boss… wha…?”

We were on the freeway now, he had one hand on the wheel as the other found the back of my head, rubbing gently. “That’s my very good, very dopey boy.”

I moaned and laughed at the same time. Fuck he was right, I was such a good dopey boy! And so horny, and with such a big fuckin’ cock and big fuckin’ balls! I stared at him half-lidded, grinning like the increasingly dim-witted plaything I was. My hand was on my cock continually now, rubbing the pre in, slicking it all up and stroking as best I could given it was far too large to grip. The horniness had its foot on the gas and I couldn’t help myself, I didn’t want to help myself.

“Hehehe, fuck Boss, I’m so fuckin’ horny! Fuuuck my cock feels so fuckin’ goood!”

My inhibitions and worries had all but melted away. I was a creature of impulse now, staring doe-eyed at the man who’d brought me to this place both physically and mentally. While from the outside this might appear an embarrassing situation, my diminished brain power didn’t allow me to see any farther than the end of my foot long, beer-can thick dick.

“Yeah dopey boy, you feeling good? You like that big cock and balls your Boss gave you?”

The world around me was a blur. We were on the freeway, sure, but I was flying.

I squirmed in my seat, pre flowing freely, both hands doing their duty now as I humped and rubbed my way to libidinous oblivion. I could barely form a thought nevermind a sentence, my very being condensed into the rigidity between my legs. My balls bounced along, their yells for release growing louder and joining the overwhelming cacophony in my mind.

“This… fuck… Boss, it’s… nnnngh… it’s…”

“Too much, boy? Is it too much?” he asked rhetorically while driving me to the edge with a knowing smile. He was squeezing the back of my neck now, holding me in place like a dog held by its scruff. This didn’t stop my hands and hips, however, which continued their ministry.

I tried to respond. Well, no, I tried to form words with my mush-for-brains first but nothing was coming together. I could feel myself smiling widely, my face a picture of abject unintelligence, lust-lost as a bit of drool trickled through my beard. A creature so in the moment and existing on instinct there wasn’t any coming back from it.

So I just grunted, deeply.

“I know you wanna cum boy, those balls of yours have gotta be aching for it. But you better damned well not make a mess in here if you do!”

I nodded. I think? I grunted again.

“Good, dopey boys don’t make messes. So whaddaya think you can do about it, hmm?”

Weirdly I connected the dots on that immediately despite my mental state. He released the back of my neck and my face flew forward as I wrapped my mouth around the head of my cock as best I could, tonguing my own slit for the first time in my life and reveling in doing so. I was such a good, dopey, horny boy, with the biggest cock and balls!

He chuckled next to me as I ravenously nursed myself. “Not such a dopey boy after all, eh?”

His words didn’t even register, I was on a mission now. I wanted to empty my balls so bad, I wanted to cum so bad, I desperately needed to blow my load and relieve this ache, this need, this…

“Careful boy. I heard a rumour,” he was rubbing my back now as I leaned over myself. “I heard that when dopey boys cum, they stay a bit dopey.”

That heat again, the same as I felt back in the bathroom stall. In my balls, growing hotter.

“You wouldn’t wanna go and cum away some of your brains now, would you?”

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. Why would I stop? Should I stop? But the heat…

A tiny alarm bell, faint and in the distant corner of my mind, was ringing. Trying to get my attention. But I was nothing but my sex drive now, I was too amped up, pushed to the edge and anticipating the thrill of the fall.

My mouth was filling with my own pre which I gulped down greedily, my sac pulled up tighter against my body like it knew what was coming. My eyes were shut tight as I allowed the sensations to flow through me with the building heat radiating from my balls, wanting nothing more than to feel that heat burst through my shaft and into my mouth.

I could taste it. I could feel it. I wanted it. I needed it!

“Cum boy.”

I cried out, momentarily releasing my mouth from its duties as the hottest of cum rushed up to meet it. A small amount splashed out and ran down my dick before I clamped back down and began drinking in earnest, somehow remembering Boss’ warning through the murky, powerful haze of my sudden orgasm.

Good, dopey boys don’t make messes when they cum their brains out!

There was no other requirement in that moment but to whimper and gulp my way through the burning sensation, which wasn’t unpleasant but definitely different. The cum fell down my throat in eager gulps but also shot up into my skull, filling the spaces between, melting into my thoughts and very sense of self. I was forgetting to breathe and growing lightheaded but it all felt so wonderful, so hot, so right.

I must’ve been cumming for a good minute, the orgasmic clenching seemed never ending, dutifully guzzling it down while focusing on my combined duties of doing away with all of it while not spilling a drop. Notwithstanding the amount that had escaped in a large dribble and settled into the pubes of my softball-sized nuts.

As it all ebbed a heavy feeling settled on me, a numbness, a weight in my body and mind, pulling me down. The torrent subsided and my mouth popped off with an empty-headed smile as I slumped farther forward, my own cock wiping a trail of spit and cum on my cheek. I panted for air as my boiling blood slowly reduced back to a simmer, the sensations waning away to leave behind, oddly, a sense of pride.

“Sleep, boy.”

His hand still on my back. His voice still in my head.

And I was out.