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.

The drive was short but long enough for me to be squirming in my seat the whole way, still adjusting to the enhanced sensitivity of my skin and body.

Every movement felt like a reminder and an announcement, my whole being poured into stretchy fabric that screamed my size - both muscle and cock - to myself and the world. I kept running my hands over my chest, my arms, my legs, adjusting the position of a seam here and admiring the feel of a bulge there.

Boss kept glancing over, every so often letting out an approving chuckle. “You okay there, boy? Ya got ants in your tights or what?”

I blushed as I ran a hand up and down the ridiculous shape of my shaft and balls. Though I was in a way sheepish about how I felt and looked I was acutely aware my brain was fighting a losing battle, falling prey to the sheer physicality of my being as it was pushed increasingly to the forefront.

“This is… I’m so big, Boss. I mean, my dick’s usually distraction enough but this… Like, everything’s so sensitive and I’m just, I’m big and…” I trailed off, losing the words for a moment, continuing to marvel at myself.

“Just a bunch of meat?”

I smirked and grinned a bit stupidly, lifting my arms into a momentary double biceps, twisting toward him. “Yeah Boss, your meat!”

“Think you can live with that, boy?”

“Oh fuck ya, Boss!” My hands went back to my cock as I lifted my hips to press my shaft into them, feeling it flex, a telltale pulse of pre traveling from root to tip and collecting in the makeshirt reservoir that was saving the leggings from being soaked hip to knee.

Boss gave me a bit of side eye, a smirk on his lips. “Careful boy, I expect you on your best behaviour. No losing control of that cannon, y’hear?”

I pursed my lips and moaned but resisted further ministration. “Yes Boss.”

“I don’t mind my dopey boy…”

Flashes and fireworks in my head, I tilted my head back and laughed as I stretched my arms out in front of me into something like a most muscular, crunching my abs and pecs together. The loss of a few IQ points in that moment barely registered.

“...feeling his oats tonight, as he should. But he can’t be so dopey he loses track of Boss. Right dopey boy?”

I groaned and grinned and stuck out my tongue, flexed a bicep, looking and feeling the part of an overgrown frat bro who hadn’t been laid in weeks, the majority of his brain rightfully living between his legs. “Fuuuuck dude!”

Boss muttered something under his breath, then looked serious. “Boy!”

I sobered a moment, arm dropping, but still grinning like an idiot. “Yeah Boss?”

“You won’t lose track of yourself. You’ll trust your Boss tonight. Right?”

Double biceps again. “Yeah Boss!”

“Good boy.”

I flexed harder, I flexed everything. Even my dick, hehehe. “Fuuuck yeah!”

We pulled into a parking spot at the curb a short way from the club and as Boss killed the engine I opened the door and awkwardly clambered out onto the sidewalk. I definitely wasn’t used to the newly-cumbersome nature of my body and something as simple as getting out of the Jeep proved a challenge, though that may have also been due to diminished brain capacity.  I managed to catch myself after a couple heavy, clumsy steps, straightening up and stretching, flexing again.

“Hehehe, fuck I’m big, jeezus…” I said to no one as I waddled to catch up to Boss who was already several yards ahead, tugging my shirt down at the waist and repositioning my overgrown cock and balls for no reason other than to give them further unnecessary attention.

As we got closer to the bar and around other people I immediately felt the stares. A twinge of anxiety bubbled up from my stomach and I felt my heart rate increase, I felt myself sweat, and I felt a jolt of excitement shoot from the root of my cock down its length - tho maybe that was just more pre? I smirked despite my nervousness and gave one guy a wink as he passed in the other direction, hearing him whisper “holy shit” to his friend as they glanced back at me. Music to my horny ears, I let out a chuckle and a groan.

Boss’ voice cut through, “You’ll be the star attraction tonight, boy.”

“Yeah, I know Boss. I can feel it already, guys fuckin’ staring! It’s awesome!”

He placed a hand on the back of my neck and gave it a firm squeeze. “And you’re on my leash tonight, invisible though it might be. When I give it a tug, ya better heel.”

“Yes Boss!” 

The bouncer eyed me as he scanned our IDs, but there was no denying my face was still mine. Stronger jawline maybe, more of that roided look in general that can’t be avoided when you’ve stacked on some 50 extra lbs. of muscle. I flexed an arm and grinned, leaning a bit to flare my lat and really pop my delt, “I’ve bulked up some since that pic.”

The bouncer chuckled. “I’m sure you have, bro.”

“Yeah, bro! Wanna hit 270 by year end!”

The bouncer rolled his eyes with a smile, waving us in. “I’m sure you will ya meathead, get in there.”

I shuffled in behind Boss, feeling huge in the narrow entry, then stepped out into the bar proper.

The place was energetic but not too busy yet, we’d arrived before the rush and guys were mingling in groups here and there or wandering the more open spaces. The music was thumping, the lights were flashing. Oh yeah, this felt good.

“Nice place, Boss!” I strode in confidently, well aware of several pairs of eyes on me which I was actively acknowledging and ignoring at the same time. Cock of the walk, emphasis on cock.

Boss then had a hand on my shoulder, guiding me toward the bar. “I’m gonna grab a drink.”

The bartender was cute, an alternative kinda guy with eyebrow and snake bite piercings, dark blue mohawk pulled back with buzzed sides. He was on the shorter side, shirtless, fit but not big, nipple piercings too. Cute and compact, I was envisioning throwing him over my shoulder just to show him how strong I was, or lifting him up by the legs and pressing him against a wall while making out with him, letting his hands explore my body, running up and down my giant shaft and…

“Fuuuuuuck…” I glaze-eye groaned as my hard dick burped up some more pre. When I really got going I could feel it running down the length in waves, it could get distracting if I was really worked up.

Boss eyed me, then looked at the bartender, then back at me. “Down, boy.”

I blinked away the horny fog, somewhat, and refocused on Boss. “Sorry, Boss. Just uh… my mind kinda wandered…”

He smirked, “No surprise there, you’ve got half as much as you did when you got here.”

I chuckled stupidly and nodded. “Yup, big muscles small brains over here, hehehe!”

Boss turned back to the bartender, “I’ll have a Jack and coke.”

“And I’ll have…”

“No boy,” Boss cut me off with a raised finger. “With the mass you’ve put on you’ll bankrupt me trying to get drunk. You’ll be fine without booze, won’t you dopey boy?”


I barked out a laugh, I think my eyes crossed a bit, my dick jumped. But I persisted, “Aw c’mon Boss, I can just like, drink it really slow or whatever right?”

Boss shook his head, finger still in my face. I wanted to lick it. “No boy, I think you’ll be just fine without it. Dopey boys feel drunk all the time anyway, don’t they?”

My mind swam further, the room felt off kilter, I groaned and chuckled deeply as I rubbed my dick openly. Fuck I had such a big dick, and so big muscles too! “Aww fuck, okay Boss, ya you win. I feel fuckin’ great!”

The bartender was glancing back and forth at our exchange, eyebrow piercing raised, “So, just the Jack and coke then?”

I lifted a hand with a dismissive higher-than-it-needed-to-be wave, other hand still actively rubbing my bulge without a thought, “Oh ya bro, all good. Gotta listen to Boss, amirite?”

The bartender gave a bemused glance at Boss and nodded. “Yup, you got it bro.”

I grinned and was suddenly aware of my behaviour but also powerless to stop it, and found myself pulling a double biceps. “Fuck yaaa, bro!”

The bartender went about preparing Boss’ drink, who was leaning on one elbow on the bar watching me. I’d dropped my arms and was now distracted bouncing my pecs back and forth, one side to the other, chuckling vacantly. “I got such big muscles,“ I muttered to myself, less aware now of the stares while more aware of the pumping electricity and horny energy that inhabited my entire body. With less mental focus to distract me I was near wholly living inthe physical, for the feel of my own meat - all my meat.

Boss grabbed his drink and had his hand on the back of my neck again. We walked across the dance floor, now only home to a few eager dancers, to the opposite side. “Did you tip him good, Boss? I think he liked my arms, “ I quipped.

Boss gave my neck a squeeze. “And what if I didn’t, boy? Would you know the difference anyway?”

I gave that a hard think for a sec, then shook my head. “Hehehe, nah. I don’t think I could do numbers now anyway.”

We approached a small group of guys, four of them, drinks in hand and chatting each other up. As we got closer they slowly turned their attention to us. One dropped their jaw and simply said, “Holy fuck!”

“Hey guys,” said Boss, “how’s everyone doin’ tonight?”

“Jeezus christ he’s huge!” said another and I reflexively lifted my arms into a double biceps again. Fuck, I love my biceps!

“Well yeah, I mean, that too,” he said wryly, glancing up to my arms then down to the bulge in my tights. I dropped an arm while leaving the other flexed, grabbing my cock with the free hand and giving my firm bulge a good shake, “Ooh, sorry dude, didja mean my dick?”

He laughed and looked around the group, “I mean, don’t apologize, you’ve got nothing to apologize for!”

I relaxed. These guys were cool! They liked my bigness!

The first guy who’d said “holy fuck” turned to Boss, “So, is this…?”

Boss nodded proudly, grinning like a fox. “Yup, this is the boy. Just got in today, I’m showing him a night on the town. Y’all better be nice.”

A third in the group said, “Oh we’ll be very nice, don’t you worry about that! I don’t think I’ve ever seen a specimen quite like him before.”

I grinned wide, “Thanks dude! You’re a special man too!”

There was a beat then they all guffawed loudly. “Oh he’s funny! I like him!”

I didn’t get why they were laughing so hard but I laughed along, at least they liked me! Boss was simply watching on, sipping his drink, letting his friends take me in. They introduced themselves, but I immediately forgot their names, and soon after the conversation drifted away from me. But that was okay as I was continually distracted by my body and dick anyway so focusing on what everyone was saying was hard. They were talking about their work and traveling and other boring stuff.

At one point one of Boss’ friends ran his hand down my back. I let out an involuntary groan at the unexpected touch and my dick flexed. The guy pulled his hand away and I blushed, “Sorry bro, heh, I got kinda sensitive skin.”

“Oh no worries,” he said, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I chuckled, “Oh nah dude, it just feels really, really good. Caught me off guard.”

The rest of the group had stopped to watch our exchange. “Oh?” he said, “So you don’t mind if I do it again?” This time he ran his hand down my back while giving my bicep a squeeze and I let out a groan again, this time tensing my muscles and closing my eyes. Fuck that felt so good, my skin and body was alive like I’d never felt before.

“N… nah dude… that’s uuuh… fuuuck…” words escaped me, I was just grinning and vibrating like a dumbass.

Another of the guys stepped up to the other side of me. “I can help too, if you like.” He had a hand on my other arm, rubbing my chest across to my shoulder. I let out something like a whimper, tingling excitement dancing insistently everywhere their hands fell.

I glanced helplessly at Boss. He had his back against the wall, one arm folded across his body as he held his drink with the other, watching intently. His eyes were on fire, his teeth flashing in a predacious grin.

The other two guys were envious of the fun and stepped up to join, I was now surrounded as eight hands roamed up and down my body. I was breathing heavily, sweating, soaking through the skin-tight fabric in all the right places.

“Holy fuck he smells amazing.”

“It’s like the guy’s carved from granite or something!”

“Goddamn, he’s hung like a fucking horse…”

“C’mon, let’s see that flex again!”

Arms up, biceps peaked, delts lifted, lats flared. I grunted and huffed. More than one hand had found my cock and balls which were getting more than their fair share of the attention, or maybe just the right amount of attention. Yeah, hehehe, just the right amount for sure!

“What a good boy, so well trained!”

“Where do I get myself one of these, holy shit I need one…”

“He doesn’t need this shirt, does he?”

The last question was directed at Boss and if I’d been even remotely present I’d have seen him give his head a shake with a smirk, but at the moment I was flying high on the sensations coursing through my body. One of the guys gripped the bottom of my shirt and began sliding it up and over, losing purchase here and there due to the sweat and sheer size of me. Eventually I was free of it and I felt the cool air on my skin and then the hands again.

Oh fuck, the touching… on my bare skin… it was… I was…

I was hornier than I’d ever been in my life, I existed as nothing more than pleasure meat - pleasure for myself and pleasure for others.

As that thought skittered across my near-vacant, growth-buzzed mind, one of the guys had a grip on the waistband of my tights. He glanced at Boss, who nodded but gestured toward a darker corner. The guys continued to feel me up, shuffling me along, then forming a wall of bodies as I faced the corner with waistband guy now on his knees in front of me.

“Aw c’mon, why do you get to…?”

“Gimme a break Dan, you get more dick than any of us and you know it.”

“He’s right Dan, but also I think we’re gonna be playing with this toy awhile. You’ll get a turn I’m sure.”

I heard Boss’ earthy chuckle near me, to my left, as I felt the front of my tights slide down slowly. They rolled over the root of my dick, then the shaft, a ball popping free on the one side.

“Fuck, look at that, it’s actually real, holy shit.”

My thick, foot-long monster sprung free suddenly causing the guy at my feet to wince as it smacked him in the face, causing the group to giggle. Would’ve been funnier if he’d gotten a face full of precum, but the condom stayed fast even tho it held at least a few ounces of pre at this point.

Knees guy stared at it. “Are you shitting me? Is that for real?”

I guffawed stupidly, having a moment of dull cognisance, “Yeah dude, I make like… a lot of pre, cuz I got huge balls!”

Whoever was to my right said, “You sure do,” as he gave one of my balls a gentle squeeze, eliciting a hiss and moan from me. Knees guy carefully peeled back the condom as someone else said, “You better not spill any of that!”

Soon the condom was off and my dick was able to leak freely again. Knees guy passed off the condom and then his mouth was immediately over my slit, doing his best to fit the shaft between his lips and, more importantly, his teeth. My knees buckled a bit as his mouth made contact with my enlarged junk, the sensitivity was always sky high and I had sparks going off in my head instantly. I’d only cum what, an hour and a bit ago maybe? Felt like weeks and I was so ready to cum again, so ready to unload and feel the enormous release and wave of pleasure.

Eyes shut tight, existing only in this moment. Fuck I love my dick!

“Bet you’re feeling real good, boy. Real, real good.”

Boss’ voice in my ear, his hand on my neck. Even through the horny maelstrom I knew it was his. He had me exactly where he wanted me.

“Y… ye… nnnngh…” What was… how do words?

I could hear Boss grin, see his smile in my mind’s eye. “That’s my good boy.”

I yelped and shuddered. Whatever the other guys were doing at this point was completely lost to me, I was nothing more than a dick in a mouth and a voice in my ear. I instinctively lifted my arms to a double biceps, and if I’d had an ounce of awareness at that point I’d have felt a face in my right pit, a tongue running along my left upper arm, a pair of hands wrapped around running along my abs and teasing my nipples.

“Or should I say, good toy. Better be careful though, gonna cum away some more of those brains, aren’t ya?”

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck... I was gonna - I was gonna - cock and… ear fuck…

My balls were tensing up, I could feel them lift, knees guy was worshiping the end of my massive dickmeat like his life depended on it. Sipping on the nectar of a god.

“Such a good boy. My boy. My meat.”

Hands and fingers and tongues everywhere.

I was nowhere. I was rapture.

“Cum, boy.”

I threw my head back and the sound I made ripped across the bar, reverberating above the music, drawing attention we didn’t want but I had no wherewithal to care. I blasted knees guy, painted him with my load as he tried to gulp down what he could. I groaned loudly as my orgasm continued, the hands and tongues on pause as they witnessed the creation of a new masterpiece.

As the intensity waned and my load slowed I felt a wave of utter relaxation and fulfillment wash over me. My dick had done what it was built to do and that felt amazing, I felt amazing!

I started laughing stupidly, grinning moronically as my arms dropped, a subtle awareness returning as the guys muttered a disbelieving mixture of “holy fucks” and “holy shits” around me.

I felt a squeeze on the back of my neck, breath on my ear.

“Sleep, boy.”

A final thought flitted by my consciousness.

That was fuckin’ awesome, bro.

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.