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Fetishes Covered: Cock Vore, Cock Growth, Hyperphallic
Grumbling he shifted his weight as he started getting dressed. On pulled a pair of gray briefs, followed by a pair of blue jeans. A blue t-shirt was pulled on, before he headed into the living room of his small two bedroom apartment. He shared it with his friend, who was rarely in without another woman on his arm. He didn't mind though.
He pulled out his laptop, a Latitude D600, with the stock 40 gigabyte hard drive. It wasn't the fastest laptop, but it worked just fine for him. Using the wireless network he set up, he set about doing his usual morning routine. Checking his e-mails, browsing a few forums, reading a couple of stories online. The usual nerd stuff. I know I'm glossing over this part, but that's because it's boring, mundane, and irritating.
So, instead of boring you with the details, I'll go ahead and move on to about lunch time. His stomach grumbled a bit as he glared at the clock on his laptop. Shutting down the machine, he stood up and made his way to the refrigerator. He opened the white door and began rummaging around, through the food within. He grabbed some beef lo-mein from last night and made his way to the microwave. Turning it on for two minutes, he put the container inside and turned it on, shaking his head a little as he started the microwave and waited. His mind drifted, absently, as the timer ticked down. He reached down, subconsciously, to adjust himself, bearly noticing that it felt more substantial, fuller. He shook off the feeling as the timer counted down.
Grabbing the container of beef and noddles, he also grabbed a fork and sat down at the table and began to eat. Again, his mind wandered. What would be do tonight? He'd probably get back online for a bit and go to sleep. Oddly, though, he had the desire to go to a bar. That's really unusual, but hey. When the mood strikes, may as well. He leaned back, getting this strange feeling, again, like his pants were tightening. Reaching down, he adjusted himself, once more, and bit back a moan. Why the hell did that feel so good? Putting the lo-mein down, he headed to the bathroom to check.
Immediately, he noticed that his pants fit oddly, stretched out in his crotch, bowing around his endowment. He reached down, to cup his genitals, and bit back another moan. What the hell? His hand reached up, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans as the fabric fell away, his underwear stretched tautly across his flesh. He reached down, pulling his underwear and pants down in one fell swoop. He couldn't help himself as he reached down, eyes wide. His endowment was large. Larger than it should be. Normally, soft, he was bout two inches long. Now, he was about as long as he was when he was hard. His balls, though, stole the show. They had to be as big as baseballs, and the were so sensitive. As he cupped them, he felt pleasure exploding through his entire body, like a miniature orgasm.
He couldn't resist it, the innate urge. His hand, softly, ghosted along his now much larger cock, the flesh quickly expanding upwards, stretching, his eyes wide. Seven ... eight ... nine ... ten ... It had to be almost a foot long, and as thick as a beer can. He moaned, rubbing the turgid flesh slowly, unable to cope with the explosive blossoming of pleasure. His hand extended, downwards, cupping his now monsterous testicles, shock and awe filling his mind as he felt their expanse, so huge. They felt like they were boiling, demanding attention, and he had to give it. He cupped them, rubbing them tenderly.
This was not enough, however. He wanted more ... The gaping slit of his cock roared at him, demanding something, ANYTHING to fill the growing void within. His hand gripped it, moaning at the strange emptiness within his body, as well as within his crotch. He had to find a way to fill it. Leaving his underwear, and pants, in the bathroom, he stagger outwards, dripping a venerable river of precum as he struggled to get to the bedroom. He pushed open the door, not caring that his room mate would be able to see him from the front door. Pushing open his closet, he grabbed his box of toys from the back and pulled it out.
Snarling, he grabbed one of his largest dildos, and unceremoniously shoved it up his ass. The stretching felt so fucking good. He moaned, grabbing onto the side of his bed as the dildo stretched something, so deep inside him. GOD it felt good. Turning on the vibrator function, he moaned loudly, grinding back against the dildo, wanting more, larger, to stretch him wider. But still, the emptiness in his cock progressed, growing stronger, more powerful He growled, grabbing another of his toys, a buttplug, and shoved it into his cockhead. Lost in pleasure at finally feeling full, he didn't notice his cock stretch around the plastic, pushing his flesh outwards, and sliding down. When the object struck his prostate, he screamed, being stretched from inside and outside his prostate.
His orgasm was massive, coating the wall of his bedroom, and portions of the ceiling as his seemingly bottomless balls as the buttplug went flying out of his cock, landing against the wall with a loud thud. His hands gripped the bed as the orgasm continued harder, building. His eyes were closed as his cock stretched upwards, slowly, filling out with more and more flesh, his balls expanding, slowly, with each and every shot. After nearly a half hour, by his mind, of orgasming, the now almost foot and a half long cock thudded onto his chest, the massive balls hanging over the side of the bed, almost the size of a footballs.
His mind was whited out, in an unconscious state for a long time, his mind wandering into and out of a comatose wonder of the strongest afterglow he's ever had. And, as the afterglow finally began to fade, he heard the door open. His room mate stared into his room, from the front door. "Dude, what the fuck happened?"
"I'm not sure."