A freak.

An absolute near inhuman beast.

Boss stood next to me, panting slightly, still coming down from the intensity of what we’d just done. He placed a hand on my now-furry shoulder. “Boy, I’m sorry. I lost it a bit back there, went a bit overboard.” He grinned wryly, “You’re too good a cocksucker.”

I gawked at myself, lifted my now longer-than-they-should-be arms, coated in hair that grew thicker toward my overlarge hands, covering my knuckles. Long and heavy pit hair cascading down and around my bi’s and tri’s, my sides, connecting with hair that had grown… well, everywhere. Thickest on my chest, forearms, my back from what I could see (turning my head was proving difficult due to a newly minted monstrous neck,) crotch and ass, legs.

Everywhere. Gorilla.

My face, staggeringly brutish and somewhat simian in appearance. Thicker, wider nose, bigger ears (with their own thin layer of hair even?), a too-wide face with dense beard riding up my cheeks and doing a poor job of covering up the lantern-jawed underbite I now had.

My grin was toothily ghoulish, stupid looking.

“Fuckin’ wild, Boss.”

The deep reverberation through my furry chest was new, engorged nipples peeking through in dark pink, skin otherwise hidden under knuckle-deep shag that had bloomed over my even-more-massive-than-before pecs. I popped one pec then the other, hair shimmering with the movement, the meat falling back into place like 30 lb. sacks of flour.

Furry bowling balls for shoulders, in fact there wasn’t skin anywhere I could see that didn’t have hair growing out of it. My eyebrows were bigger and bushier, connected in the middle a la Neanderthal whilst thinning somewhat at the temples before reconnecting with the scruffy hair on my head. My eyes were brooding, set back, overshadowed by a dangerous brow.

Gauging myself next to Boss I wasn’t taller, but I was definitely wider and quite obviously disproportionate. A heavy, lengthened torso with arms too long, placed over shorter yet thicker legs that would have trouble moving with any sort of speed, forced to waddle with a top-heavy gait. Right down to the hairiest feet I’d ever seen that were definitely not fitting back in the shoes I wore here, or shoes several sizes larger even. Do they make shoes that big? Did I even need shoes anymore?

I grunted. Boss chuckled, running a hand down my back fur.

“You certainly turned out somethin’.”

Despite its recent release my cock was dripping, hard as usual, relatively unchanged other than the bush at its base flared into a full-on forest with hairy tendrils creeping a third of the way up my shaft, my balls obscured by tangled man fur.

“I look kinda fucked up,” I groped and scratched my crotch, knocking it about a bit as I felt out the weird length of my arms. The other hand awkwardly scratched behind a fuzzy ear, hands too big, fingers too thick.

He laughed then, “Yeah, you kinda do.”

“Fuckin’ hot though. I’m a monster. Fuckin’ huge!”

Double biceps, another glob of pre from my ever-hard dick, bouncing into a lazy string stretching to the floor as I flexed. Fuck I made a lot of pre, big fuckin’ hairy balls, so awesome hehehe.

My eyes glazed over a bit. “Fuck. Lookit me.”

Boss moved in front of me pushing my dick to the side some, tweaking a nipple, reaching up with both hands to squeeze my diamond-hard biceps. His hands looked tiny somehow, barely able to make any sort of grip on them outside of grabbing tufts of fur. I could feel the heat of his body again, standing there enjoying me, what he’d created.

“Yeah, lookit you. You ain’t goin’ anywhere without being noticed now, boy. People gonna stare at the freak I made. Gonna wonder if you’re even real.”

“Fuckin’ am, Boss.”

He was feeling my pecs now, lifting them, rubbing them, punching them as I dropped my arms and stood unmoving. “Hell yeah you are. How’s that head of yours feelin’ though, boy?”

“Huh? How you mean, Boss?”

He stepped back, surveying. “Big dumb animal like you? Good for flexing and blowing loads is what you are, you didn’t turn out like this for your brains.”

I shrugged and scratched my furry abs. “I dunno, don’t feel that diff’rent.”

“No?” Boss said skeptically, stepping over to the wooden table to pick up a small bottle of lube amongst the dildos. He tossed it to me, smirking as it bounced off my massive chest while my arms flailed. Hand-eye coordination was out the window for now. I picked up the bottle, feeling smaller in my hand than it looked in Boss’.

“Read it.”

I looked at the bottle, flipped it over front and back.

Fuck.

“Oh fuck.”

I couldn’t. None of it. Though my mind knew the stuff printed on the bottle was words, I couldn’t make any sense out of it. And not even like I was reading a foreign language made up of letters I could still recognize, but more like I was staring at lines of shapes that otherwise had no particular meaning. Might as well have been series’ of circles, squares, triangles. Lines and angles, mocking me.

My heart beat faster. What the fuck.

Boss saw my reaction and crossed his arms, leaning against the metal cabinet next to the table, a smirk on his face. “So what’s it say, boy?”

I glared at him, for the first time had a flash of anger. “You know I don’t fuckin’ know, Boss.”

His face grew dark. “You watch your tone, animal.”

Despite myself my cock throbbed.

I was an animal, his animal. Standing there massive with muscle, shaped as much gorilla as human, big ears and brutish face, overgrown hands and feet, all of it covered in fur. I couldn’t read, felt like my brain was moving through molasses. Sentences weren’t coming easily, felt like I couldn’t manage words with more than a couple syllables if I was lucky.

I stared at the bottle of lube in my huge, hairy hand. Then dropped my arm, letting the lube clatter to the floor.

“Sorry, Boss.”

He clicked his tongue, shoulder-pushed himself off the cabinet and uncrossed his arms, moved toward me with slow, commanding steps. Though I was huge I suddenly felt small. He had me exactly where he wanted me, and I’d obeyed, followed, and trusted him every step of the way.

He made me. I slumped farther, head bowed. What now?

I may have said it out loud because Boss said, “This is you now, boy. Hell I can barely call you boy anymore, you’re much more than that. All muscle and hair, stupid as a pile of bricks.”

That stung a bit but I knew he was right, I used to be a smart guy. Lean but well built, a modest amount of body hair, a decent-sized dick. I had an okay job in management, just doing my thing day in and day out, never really worrying about the future but always fantasizing about what could be.

And now here I stood. Become the freak I’d gushed about with Boss in late-night text chats and video calls, our relationship evolving into hypnosis and suggestions, helping push me in the gym and bring some of that fantasy to life.

That fantasy… his fantasy. Here I was. A freak and then some.

But that past life was all fading into memory already, my motorcycle-turned-tricycle of a brain struggling to hold onto anything outside the now. The feel and flex of my muscles, the ruffling of my fur, the throbbing of my cock. I was a prisoner of physicality as my grey matter took a solid back seat, assisting only with the basics as needed while this monstrous body took the driver’s seat.

And through the quick beat of my heart, the stinging fear of what was to come, broadsword stabs of horniness pushed through. Piercing and cutting those fears into tatters, my heartbeat matching the pulse of my cock as it dripped its way to my future. Leaking out what was.

“If not boy then what, Boss?”

Boss tilted his head slightly. “Freak. Beast. Animal. All of the above… I’ll call you whatever feels right when I feel like it.” He glanced down with a raised brow, “Your twitchin’ cock seems to agree.” He took hold of it, smearing pre over the head, looking back up at me.

He stared into my eyes, into my soul and very being, “Doesn’t it, you fuckin’ animal?”

I groaned as waves of horniness returned to crash over this short period of clarity.

“Yes, Boss.”

Boss reached out and tilted my head up. “Your new beginnin’ starts here. And I know you’re gonna love every minute of it, ain’t ya?”

I nodded with lidded eyes and grinned stupidly, stomach fluttering, hips twitching.

“Good.” He rested a hand on my furry cheek. I leaned and nuzzled into it.

“Sleep, beast.”

- - -

“And wide awake.”

I flinched slightly, slumped in my desk chair. Blinking. “Shit, sorry Boss.”

He grinned through my computer screen. “Sorry for what boy, you did great as usual.”

I shuffled back to upright, a healthy dose of cum in my chest and stomach hair. I chuckled and blushed a bit, rubbing it in like I know he likes. I was completely naked, as I often was by the time we finished a session together. I’d gotten used to it, looked forward to it even, found it very freeing to be left with nothing but my body for Boss whenever he chose to be done with me.

“Did you enjoy that, boy?”

I searched my mind but per as usual couldn’t muster up much memory of what we’d done, but then if the drying cum on my torso was any indicator. A heavy, pleasant buzz lingered in my mind and body as I returned to myself. I nodded enthusiastically, “Yes Boss, always!”

He smiled again. “Well, better get yourself cleaned up. You packed yet?”

“Almost Boss, just a few things to pull from the laundry.”

“You get that done then. Your flight’s at what time?”

“9:20 in the morning Boss, should be there about 1 in the afternoon. I’ll message you when I’m up though and let you know if there’s any delays or anything.”

He nodded. “Alright boy, get going then. Tomorrow’s a big day.”

I was fully alert and beaming. “Yes, Boss!”

“And boy?”

“Yes, Boss?”

He pointed at the camera, pointed at me. “Be good.”

And he was gone.

I couldn’t wait to meet him.

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.

With my libido sated for the immediate moment and the mirror now an only somewhat smeary mess, I turned my attention to getting dressed.

Or, that is, I tried anyway. Aside from the foggy feeling in my head which I attributed to orgasm afterglow, every move I made was now a reminder of how much I’d grown. My lats rubbing against my arms, my thighs smashing together, the lessened mobility in my neck even, all of it a testament to this new truth - I was big now.

I found my eyes unsurprisingly drawn to the mirror again. How was that me?

How’d he do it?

I curled an arm into a flex, lifting my shoulder and flaring my lat, crunching my blockier abs instinctively as my other hand rubbed them lovingly. I followed the line of my wrist to my elbow, my thick and vascular forearm jammed up against my navel orange-sized bicep, the thick vein under it practically pulsing in appreciation. My pit hair sat deeper than before, nestled in that quadfecta of muscle where pec meets shoulder meets bicep meets lat.

I flexed harder and my face broke into a lewd grin. “Fuuuck…”

Even my face looked pumped somehow, swollen, reminding me of when I’d done a somewhat heavier cycle and threw a good amount of deca into the mix. That bloated, enhanced look that would raise brows at the gym and lead people to not ask questions they already knew the answer to. The buzzed head and beard added to the amped-up look, stacked on top of a thickened neck that led to an even thicker body oozing masculine energy.

Speaking of oozing, my cock was on full alert again. Granted that was its usual state, but giving away the extra level of appreciation it was feeling by going steel hard and increasing its pre output five fold. Despite having unloaded only moments ago, the strings stretching and dripping from cockhead to floor had picked up pace along with my self reflection, forming a puddle on the carpet I could see was quickly being absorbed.

That snapped me out of it. “Shit… shit shit!”

Cupping my dickhead to stem the flow I waddled over to my suitcase, clumsily unzipping it with one hand while trying not to spill the other. I rifled through a pocket and pulled out a condom, the extra large ones I liked after ordering them online and finding they were the best fit without strangling. Given I had to wear these things pretty much 24/7 I didn’t need them cutting off blood flow and turning me purple!

Strangling indeed.

With my free hand and my teeth I managed to rip the package open, and the few ounces of pre that’d pooled in my palm were quickly wiped on my poor, destroyed jeans. In a few seconds I had the condom over the end of my cock and the crisis was averted. A few tissues from the box on the bedside table took care of the carpet, at least as best it could.

With my focus on not turning the entire floor into a squishy slimefest my cock had calmed a bit, returning to its usual mostly-hard state and dripping lazily into the rubber.

I shook my head, still trying to shake the fogginess as I rubbed my eyes with my palms. It was like my awareness had shifted further into my physical being than it had been before. I was always aware of the feeling of my huge dick, especially if I hadn’t jerked off for a bit or was otherwise horned up. But now I had this big body to contend with too, jostling for space in my brain and making it harder to focus somehow.

“Fuck,” I whispered under my breath, scratching my balls and groping my chest. “Get it together dude, shit…” I stretched my arms overhead, shoulders bumping my ears for the first time, and shook it out to try and get my attention back.

I set my sights on the dresser drawers.

I started at the top, opening each drawer one by one to survey inside. Ankle socks to start, plain white and unexciting. But the remaining drawers…

You know that sound you make when something surprises you, like a little inward gasp, but then you breathe out in an amused huff because you’re also not surprised at the same time? That was what involuntarily left my mouth and lungs as I realized what the entire dresser was filled with.

Spandex. Drawer upon drawer of spandex.

My heart quickened, my dick flexed and burped up some pre. The permanent pump of my new muscular body was suddenly more prevalent in my mind again as I couldn’t help but imagine it wrapped in skin-tight shiny fabric, every curve and muscle popping, fully on display. Even though I wore spandex from time to time prior to gaining 40 lbs., this would be different - this body was meant for it.

There was an array of colours and pieces. Long sleeves, tank tops, tights, shorts, skimpy briefs and thongs, a cornucopia of smooth stretchable goodness waiting to be explored.

I scrunched my face with a grunt. Boss had only said “all white” with no indication of how much skin ought to be showing, though knowing how our interest in spandex aligned I’d guess he’d want more covered than less for our evening out. I began digging methodically through the options, settling on a plain long-sleeved shirt and a pair of tights, both white with the exception of a blue stripe running down the legs. I liked that, hopefully Boss wouldn’t mind.

No underwear though. That, I knew, Boss definitely wouldn’t mind.

“Boy?” he called, as if he’d read my mind.

“Sorry, Boss! Almost ready!”

Hastily I shucked my socks and threw on a new pair from the top drawer, then began working my way into the outfit. Like I said, I wasn’t new to spandex but my body moved differently now and lacked some mobility by comparison. The shirt went over my head, then I struggled to maneuver my meatier arms inside, stretching and pulling the fabric to accommodate. Once I had it mostly on I adjusted here and there before grabbing the tights. I slid them over my engorged calves and to my thick thighs partway on each side, working them over my feet until they were mostly in place above the knee.

I grabbed either side and pulled up to standing as my massive junk naturally got in the way, which wasn’t new. I settled everything in front and behind as best I could while my dick hung out, then once I was ready I pushed it to my left and shoved it into the taut fabric, being careful not to catch or pull my slowly filling preservoir. I tucked my balls in as well, positioning them comfortably in front. I pulled and stretched here and there until everything was smooth as silk.

My dick tensed and burbled again and I couldn’t help but give it a squeeze as I let out a moan.

This felt good. Really, really good.

Every inch of skin had a new sensitivity baked into it, firing off little reminders of the whole shape of my body with every movement. I stepped over to check in the mirror and let out a gutturral, “Oh fuck me…”

Each muscle now carved from white marble, moving and shining in the light, defined and displayed with absolute intention. I lifted into a double biceps and flexed my quads, marveling at myself. My cock had fully hardened again and my bulge in the spandex looked positively massive, etched onto my body in glorious and obscene 3D. This was a body that fully complimented that cock, that deserved that cock.

I flexed harder with a grunt, sticking out my tongue. I was gonna come again, I wanted to come again. I could probably do it without even touching myself. 

Hehehe, that’d be fuckin’ hot.

“Boy!”

I flinched and dropped my arms, blinking and shaking my head. One more glance in the mirror, then I sauntered my way out of the bedroom and down the hall to the living room.

He was actually in the kitchen when I got there, putting stuff in a blender. My stomach rumbled as I realized I hadn’t eaten since the snacks from the cute flight attendant. Fuck, what’d he think if he saw me now?

Boss regarded me with a raised brow over his shoulder, “Took you long enough.”

I blushed. “Sorry Boss, I uh… I got kinda distracted.”

He chuckled, snapping the lid on, “Oh I heard you.”

I jumped as the blender screamed, then stood silently as we waited for it to finish. I realized my arms were somewhat akimbo, that I was standing like I had muscles. Not just had muscles, but like I knew I had muscles and was a walking work of anatomical art that needed to be shown off.

Dick flex. More pre. Bicep twitch. Fuuuuck.

The blender wound down. “What’s that, Boss?”

“For you, boy, obviously. Thinkin’ like a meathead already, eh? Or maybe not thinkin’...” he teased while he poured the contents into a large, plastic cup. “That body’s gonna need a good dose of calories, protein especially, or you might go into a sort of shock. Your blood sugar’s gonna drop real quick what with having a new metabolism and all.”

He surveyed me up and down as he stepped over to hand me the cup. “Drink up.”

Without hesitation I lifted the cup to my lips and chugged it down. Chocolate, banana, chalky, but not bad. He watched me unmoving so I flexed my arm as I drank, smiling through my slurping. He reached over and wrapped a hand around my bicep, nowhere near encircling my arm, and let out a low whistle.

“Yeah boy, you’re turning out real good. Gonna make your Boss proud.”

My dick responded again, like Pavlov’s dog at this point, drooling all the while. As I finished drinking the shake down he handed me a napkin so I could clean up my moustache. I pounded a fist against my spandex-covered cobblestone stomach and let out a belch, then a chuckle. “Compliments to the chef. Thanks, Boss!”

He said nothing and instead walked thoughtfully around me, looking me up and down. I instinctively tensed everything, happy to be inspected, ready for whatever he planned to throw at me next.

A thread of anxiety, stretching up from my stomach to my chest. My breathing quickened. Wait, next? What about now? This was unreal, how did he…?

A hand on my shoulder and the panic melted.

“It’s alright, boy. You’re safe.”

I breathed out heavily, muscles relaxing a moment. “Yes, Boss. Sorry, I just was thinking...”

He faced me now, a bemused look, a hand on my bulge. “Oh? Thinkin’ about what?”

My breathing quickened again, the horniness flowed up and filled my mind, I groaned and flexed my core and my dick. His touch was electricity with my body wrapped in elasticity, I could barely string a thought. “Fuuuck…”

He nodded. “That sounds about right.”

Stepping back a few steps and leaning with an elbow against the back of a dining chair, “We’re going out tonight, boy, and I expect you to be on your best behaviour. You’ll stay by my side at all times without question, speak only when spoken to, and most importantly you will not cum without my knowledge or permission.”

I tensed back up, chest out, mimicking a bodybuilder’s relaxed pose as best I could. “Yes Boss!”

“Also,” his face darkened slightly, “I said all white.”

I blanched a bit. Shit.

“Yes Boss, I just… I liked the blue stripe.”

He stared daggers and for a moment I was sure I’d royally fucked up.

Suddenly softening he nodded, “Fair enough. I know you’ve only just arrived and it wouldn’t be fair to be too strict with you just yet. Know that in future if I ask somethin’ of you you’re to take my instructions literally unless we otherwise discuss, understood?”

I sighed with relief. “Yes, Boss, of course, Boss!”

It was only then I even realized he’d changed. Now in blue jeans and red flannel shirt, top buttons left open and collar splayed, sleeves rolled up, and a pair of harness boots. Walking toward the front door he fished a pair of leather gloves out of his back pocket and began slipping them on.

“You ready, boy?”

I nodded and grinned. “Yes, Boss!”

He grabbed his keys off a hook by the door while slipping on a pair of mirrored aviators.

“Let’s go then.”

And I followed.

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.

“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.

Walking out of arrivals I spotted him immediately.

We’d been chatting online for well over a year, long enough for each of us to know the ins and outs of the other. He’d encourage me in the gym and efforts to transform myself while I’d encourage him in his entrepreneurial spirit, both getting his new startup off the ground and building his fanbase on OnlyCams.

So I recognized him right away - a few inches taller than my average height, bald, blond-bearded, slightly younger than me but carrying himself in a way that felt older. That tracked, as we knew who was Boss and the dynamic suited us just fine. He was dressed casually in jeans but had a leather vest thrown on over his white t-shirt; he was even more handsome in person.

“Hey boy,” he said with a smile, pulling me into a tight embrace as I set my bag and suitcase down. A nervous excitement shot through me as I hugged him for the first time as near-daily chats, sexting, and roleplay suddenly gelled into reality.

“Hey Boss,” I replied, eyes closed as I lay my head on his shoulder, grinning, breathing him in. He kissed my head. I was there only for the weekend, until Monday, but could feel an instant chemistry and knew the days would be packed even if we did nothing at all.

He pulled away to grab my bag, “Flight alright?”

I nodded and took my suitcase, “Yeah, no issues. Super cute flight attendant too, gave me some free booze.”

He smirked as we made our way through the baggage area, “Hmm, trying to get you hammered was he?”

“I mean can you blame him?” I said with a cheeky grin, a light punch on the shoulder his response.

“Well no flirting or fooling around this weekend without my permission, understand?”

I nodded again, “Yes Boss, of course.”

We walked a short distance further when I spotted the restroom, “Mind if I hit the restroom before we go? I gotta piss.” He gestured a yes and followed behind, and where I thought he’d stop and wait outside he instead continued with me. As we arrived at the wall of stalls he pointed wordlessly to the largest at the end, so I took his lead and stepped inside.

He followed and closed the door behind us, hanging my bag on the nearby hook, a predatory look painting his eyes and smile.

I suddenly didn’t need to pee anymore.

He quickly closed distance between us, pushing me against the wall, holding his forearm across my upper chest near my throat while his other hand found my cock, groping through my pants as it hardened expectantly.

I’d figured something like this would be coming, though not so soon and in such a public space. I gasped despite myself, “Boss…”

“Quiet.” His voice was the bass whisper in my ear I’d heard on calls so many times. “Your weekend as my boy, my boy, begins now. And if we’re going to make the most of this weekend together then we’re not going to waste any time, are we?”

I shook my head with a choked groan as he continued to knead my dick. “As my boy, I have certain expectations. You know what I want and I know what makes you tick. In some ways prob’ly even better than you know yourself.”

I was, unsurprisingly, fully hard now and straining into his hand through my tight, black jeans. As instructed I’d put my cock ring back on after going through security before my flight and I could practically feel my cock pulsing with abrupt need as his face sat inches from mine.

“So, to begin, my boy oughta have a big dick.”

I blinked. “I… I do have a big dick, Boss, it’s…”

He lifted and pressed his forearm higher, choking my words. “Nah, I mean real big, too big to hide and even harder to control. A dick we can both be proud of, a trophy attached to you that’s on display for me.”

I gurgled a moan as a heavy warmth seeped into my groin, like the feeling when you turn the seat warmer on in a car. But it got hotter, and hotter, as hot as the dizzying feeling in my head as he held me solid in more ways than one.

“A dick that’s hard more often than not, that doesn’t even go fully soft, cause why should it?”

The heat was near burning now and a sensation like getting a boner kicked in even though I was already hard. I could feel my cock filling his hand differently, pressing against my pants differently. What was he…?

“Long as a foot-long but thicker than a soda can. Obscene. Head turning. Jaw dropping and jaw breaking. A work of fuckin’ veiny art that everyone will want to see, whether to mock or drool over.”

I felt it stretching longer, his kneading allowing it to adjust as it spread along my thigh, a bulging tube of firm, hot flesh. I felt lightheaded, dumbstruck, and very, very horny. “Boss…”

“With balls to match, boy. Nah, not match… oversized and over productive, ready to empty at the slightest stimulation and refilling in a matter of minutes. Huge, low-hanging cum factories making you leak near constantly and aching for release every couple hours.”

I let out a stilted yell as my balls surged larger, pressing against my pants, adding to the already obvious and still-growing obscenity that was my dick. Eggs, then apples, then oranges, painfully constricted.

In the moment my mind had moved past wondering how this was possible, concentrated nearly entirely on the ever-present heat emanating from my inhumanly large cock and balls, outlined in tight fabric (thank fuck for spandex blends) as he continued to roughly massage both. A small thought flitted to wondering how I’d walk out with this between my legs?

“That’s more like it,” he growled with a sadistic smirk, “that’s how my boy should be.”

I felt the pressure building in more ways than one as my massive manhood lay down one leg constricted by my jeans; I was aware I was building to orgasm at the same time. A glance down at my beyond impressive and beyond unmissable bulge showed my engorged balls splayed the other way, squashed but no less active. What would happen when they unload… what would…?

My eyes rolled back as I groaned unabashedly.

“Now you’re feeling it, that’s right. That ever-present need to blow your load. Always on edge, like you’re constantly jerking off, just a walking, talking ball of horniness wound like a spring.”

The feeling was overwhelming, a wave growing and ready to crash into the shore. I barely recognized I was holding my breath as it crested.

He leaned closer, in my ear, “That’s my good boy.”

I cried out as the pleasure slammed through me, a final burst of smoldering energy smashing into my groin and exploding outward through my body. My already absurd cock surged slightly longer, slightly thicker, while my balls swelled in response.

Then as fast as it hit me, it was gone. Disorientingly so.

He stepped back with a mischievous grin and surveyed his handiwork. I stood against the wall panting, suddenly come down from what seemed to be the completion of the changes. I now sported an inhumanly large bulge between my legs made up of an apparently submarine sandwich-sized tube of cock meat accompanied by a couple of grapefruits that were my balls.

I’d orgasmed but… hadn’t?

He watched me with raised brow as I ran my hands over myself, shuddering at the sheer sensitivity of this new mass that was part of me. As my breathing and heart rate slowed somewhat I looked at him, stunned, “How…?”

“I’ll meet you outside,” he said firmly and exited the stall. I hastened to close the door and lock it again, turning to press my back against it.

I glanced a bit wildly around, not looking at anything in particular and unable to pull my mental focus from the added weight at my crotch. It buzzed and prodded at the outskirts of my mind, now ever present and impossible to ignore.

Shakely I stepped over to the toilet, not that I needed to but out of a sense of finding normalcy in the moment - you went into a bathroom stall to piss, not to ponder your junk. Your now huge, stare-inducing, holy-shit-is-that-thing-real junk.

Gingerly I unbuttoned and unzipped, both afraid and excited at what I was about to find. Thankfully I’d gone commando as I usually do, can’t imagine what might’ve happened to a pair of underwear if I’d been wearing them through the growth. Though on the other hand it might’ve been better to have something to contain it - did it only grow larger because it wasn’t? An illogical thought but then logic left the room awhile ago.

Fishing out my new, massive boner and balls I gasped inward through my teeth. They were so damned sensitive, holy fuck! Once they were out I let go involuntarily as simply touching them brought the buzz farther forward in my mind, less a constant knocking at the door and more a pounding. A pounding that matched the beating of my anxious heart as I lay eyes on the… ahem, damage.

It jutted out in front of me, heavy and thick over the toilet, as big around as a beer can if not a touch more with a huge portobello mushroom of a head. Looking at it raised a strange disassociation - it was my dick, it looked like my dick, but it wasn’t? And below it hanging low and weighty were the biggest balls I’d ever seen, probably the biggest in the world for all I knew.

Curiously, my cock ring was gone. What?

The whole thing was pulsing gently with my heartbeat, and every few seconds a “drip, drip” sound as the copious precum I was now producing strung lazily from my slit and into the water below.

He’d said I’d never go fully soft, but in this moment I was absolutely fully hard. I was more turned on than I thought possible and wanted so badly to shoot like I’d never shot before. Instead I stood there staring, and breathing, and wondering, and working through the shock of this monstrosity now attached to me.

How did he do it?

It didn’t matter. Not right now at least, I just needed to deal with it.

I finagled my member and its accompanying wrecking balls back into my pants, stifling moans along the way, shoving my cock one way and balls the other. I noted how wet my pants already were in the spot my dick head had previously been occupying, while he’d been doing his… work. I opted to stuff some toilet paper down there to soak up the pre, hopefully long enough for me to at least get out of the airport.

For a fleeting moment I imagined this pre-management ritual as my new normal and let out an amused scoff at the thought.

I zipped up carefully and not without a bit of trouble, taking a moment to assess my attempts at fitting things as comfortably as I could. The bulge was huge, unmistakably cock-shaped. Unmistakably me.

“Fuck.”

I couldn’t deny the flutter in my stomach. This is what I’d fantasized about for years, what we’d talked about and he’d helped enable in my mind. While part of me was terrified this was my current reality, a growing (heh) part of my psyche was beginning to lean into it, wanted it, craved it.

I flushed the toilet for no reason, other than to appear I’d been spending time in the stall innocently and not because I was ogling my giant dick. Lifting my shoulder bag I slung it over while grabbing ahold of my suitcase.

I took a breath, opened the door, and stepped out.

Best not keep him waiting.