Growing Pleasures
Author's note: I am not usually into things like macro. This is a request done for a fellow author. I must say, I had a lot of fun writing this. I even turned myself on with a kink I thought I wouldn't like. Hopefully, this story will also attract a larger fanbase (no pun intended). Enjoy!
It was a particularily nice day for a walk in the forest, and Luther was never one to pass up the great outdoors. The brown bat parked his car in a dirt parking lot at the edge of the forest. Getting out, he shouldered his daypack and located the start of the nature trail.
A cool breeze sent the trees surrounding the lush trail rustling. A chorus of birds sang cheerfully throughout the forest. Luther smiled as he followed the path, swivelling his large ears to take in all of the sounds of life. It was times like this he hadn't a care in the world.
By and by, he came upon a small pool of water. It was being fed by a small cascade of water flowing out of a tiny hole in a rocky cliff. It was a cheery sight, but Luther noticed something odd. The birds had stopped singing, and the only sound was the crunch of leaves and trail gravel beneath his sneakers. Even so, he set his pack down and sat beside the pool to rest.
The bat noticed an old, wooden sign nearby. Devil's Ladle it read. Beneath the name was a brief description:
Carved out of the granite thousands of years ago by receding glaciers, this cliffside is home to a small mineral spring. The spring was considered sacred ground by the Cherokee tribe that once lived here. They believed that the water of the spring possessed supernatural qualities, which could grant the drinker supernatural power.
Luther chuckled softly upon reading the sign. Well, I sure am thirsty, he thought to himself. The long walk had tired him, and some mineral water sounded like a good idea at the moment. He ran his fingers through his short, red hair, then bent down over the pool.
As Luther dipped his fingers into the cool water, it felt odd to him. It was as if the water was electrified by some unknown energy. Dismissing the strange sensation, he cupped his hands and scooped up some of the water. He brought the water in his hands to his face and drank it in. He wrinkled his flat nose at the metallic taste of the mineral-rich water.
The energized feeling Luther got from the water on his fingers followed the cool liquid down his throat. After drinking a few more handfulls from the spring, he got up and stretched, extending his wings out to their full span.
He was just about to shoulder his pack and move on when he felt a strange sensation flowing through his entire body. It wasn't unpleasant; in fact, it felt good. It was like a soothing warmth coupled with a pleasant tingling was enveloping him. Luther dropped his pack and stretched again, sighing as he relished the strange feelings.
It was at that point that the bat noticed that his clothes felt a little tight. They were normally a little loose, requiring him to wear a belt with his jeans. Now the belt just made him uncomfortable. He reached down and unbuckled it, slipping it from the belt loops and setting it on his backpack.
It was beginning to become difficult to move as his clothes got even tighter. At first, Luther thought his clothes might be shrinking. After looking down at himself, however, he realized he was getting bigger. Not only was he growing taller, but his muscles were beginning to swell and harden. Within seconds, he looked like a professional bodybuilder.
The hem of the bat's shirt was distanced from the waist of his jeans as he grew, and the cuffs of his jeans slid up his now muscular legs as they grew longer and thicker. Luther winced as his feet strained against his shoes, which were now too small for them. He untied them and tried to take them off, but they were too tight to even budge.
The sensations within Luther's body intensified, making him groan softly. The sight of his developing muscles and the warm tingling began to arouse him. With a faint *pop*, the button on his jeans was blown off; and his fly was flung open, revealing his white boxer-briefs. They were heavily distended by his member, which was rapidly growing hard in his excitement.
It soon became clear that Luther's genitals were growing faster than the rest of his body. The phallic bulge formed in the white fabric by his bathood expanded rapidly as his cock grew from eleven inches to twelve, then thirteen, then fourteen. The waistband of his underpants, already straining under the increasing circumference of his waistline, was pulled forward by his swelling member. The flushed tip of his cock slipped over the top into the open.
Luther shuddered, reaching down to touch his tip. He moaned out loud when he did, a bead of precum oozing out from the small slit. His shoes tightened further, causing him to fall on his rump. He watched as his sneakers strained, then split open at the seam. His toes popped out of them, ripping through his socks in the process. Now having room to grow out of his shoes, Luther breathed a sigh of relief, and returned to enjoying the process.
A tear began to form in the collar and hem of the bat's shirt, which stretched around his broadening chest. At the same time, the seams in the legs of his jeans split, his brown fur poking out from within. Luther's balls began to throb, swelling in size. Their growth pulled the front of his underwear down, revealing more of his growing shaft.
As Luther's member crawled steadily upwards between his newly-developed abdominal muscles, he reached down and seized it in both hands. The instant he touched the burning flesh of his cock, he knew he wouldn't be able to let go of it. His hands flew along his length, pumping the thick meat grasped between his fingers.
The bat panted, and his fur became matted by sweat as he masturbated for all it was worth. Short, angry spurts of pre flew from his tip with the intensity of any normal male's ejaculation. The seams of his underpants and his shirt ripped. The tattered rags of his clothes fell in a heap around him.
With no clothes to hold him back, Luther let go of his shaft with one hand and took hold of one of his massive testicles with it. Normally, both fit within the palm of his hand. Now, it was an effort just to get his hand around one of them. The bat was now at least twelve feet tall, and his member was almost three feet long and six inches across; a size that was disproportionate to the rest of his body.
His balls throbbed pleasantly, and his eager stroking was made quite audible by the copious amounts of preseed coating his length and seeping into his fur. Luther felt a tightening in the base of his cock, and he knew that he was getting close to an orgasm. He picked up the pace, his hand almost becoming a blur on his member as he drove himself closer and closer to the edge, urged on by the wonderful feeling of his body growing larger.
Luther pressed back against the stony edge of the pool, causing it to crumble some as he grew larger. He curled his toes and spread his legs as wide as he could, his claws sinking into the dirt of the trail. The gratifying warmth and tensing in his genitals escalated exponentially as he stroked faster and faster, frantically squeezing his gigantic right orb at the same time.
He froze for a moment, every swelling muscle in his body tensing before he lost control of everything. He shouted out, growling and cussing in sheer ecstasy as every inch of his member was assaulted by the catapult stiffness that is the male orgasm. "AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH FFFFFUCK YES!!!" Luther bellowed, his balls churning and convulsing as an unbelievable amount of semen exploded from his engorged tip. He was amazed not only at the intensity of the orgasm, but the duration as well. He went through one undulation after another, each burst firing off another round of his male essence.
The bat's thick, highly potent seed left his body with such force that it flew into the air and across the trail with frightening velocity, as if it were fired from a cannon. It ended up tangling itself in long, slimy ropes high in the branches of a neighboring tree.
Luther collapsed, an overwhelming feeling of relief washing over him. He smiled, savoring the feeling of his cum slowly crawling down his legs. The thick, musky scent of his seed permeated the air. The bat inhaled through his nose, drinking in his wonderful scent.
It was around this point that Luther noticed that he had stopped growing. This would not do at all. He wanted more! Still panting and somewhat exhausted from what he had just been through, Luther rolled over and pulled himself over the ledge of the spring. He flopped down in the shallow water, shoving his muzzle into it to drink as much of it as he could.
Almost immediately, he felt that familiar surge of power flow through him. His growth resumed, and his body expanded even faster than before. He did not develop new muscles, however, and his member did not get anymore out of proportion than it already was. This growth progressed evenly. Not like it mattered to Luther; he was already musclebound and impossibly well-endowed as it was.
The only thing that mattered was the extreme pleasure the bat was getting out of it. Luther let out a groan, beginning to thrust into the silty bottom of the spring as his body began to outgrow it. His cock, still harder than steel, pounded a deep hole into the spring. He shuddered as he felt the mystical energy in the cool spring water swirl around his shaft and seemingly soak into it, accelerating his growth.
His arms and legs fell out over the sides of the spring, leaving deep cracks in the stone from their weight. Luther did not seem to take notice of this; he was too busy plunging his monumental shaft into the deep crevace it had made in the spring floor. Luther pushed himself up to lift his chest out of the water, his left wing draping over the cliff behind the pool.
With a shudder and a gasp, the bat found himself rapidly approaching a second orgasm. He hilted himself in the sandy hole beneath the water, practically screaming as his explosive climax struck every last square inch of his hide. His growth seemed to slow for a moment as he blew a tremendous load into the spring, the force of his ejaculation driving the hole deeper with each undulation. The thick white clouds of Luther's cum billowed out around his quivering cock, spreading through the water and polluting the entire spring.
Trembling, Luther rolled out of the spring, still growing. It seemed that every orgasm he experienced just made him hornier. Not to mention that his growth also seemed to accelerate. His gigantic, muscular body rose above the cliff and even the highest trees in the forest. This was in a sitting position! The bat groaned, sheer pleasure the dominant sensation in his body. Everything about his ascension towards the heavens felt good.
The pleasure only drived his lust even more. Luther desperately wanted to fuck something; to show that he was the dominant force on the planet now. His bulging muscles surged with power; as did his mighty genitals, which were triple the size they should have been in proportion to the rest of him. He stood up, finding that his height was best measured in stories now. The bat looked around, searching for something that he could take down with his new-found power and insatiable drive for sex.
He found his target; the mountain that overlooked the valley he lived in. It was too perfect! Luther broke into a run, his erect member bobbing with each enormous footfall. A deluge of pre and residual seed spurted from his cock with each downward bob, sending the tons of viscous fluids crashing down to the forest below. His growth made him bigger and bigger, larger than even the fabled giants of ancient mythology.
It only took Luther less than a minute to traverse the few miles between him and the mountain. He finally reached the base, a bit disappointed that it still towered over him, though hardly as much as a normal-sized person. His shaft and orbs screamed for attention, and the bat fell to his knees, the trees below him crushed like blades of grass. He wrapped both hands around his still-growing meat as best he could, stroking up and down it almost in desperation.
Luther grunted and swore as his voluminous testicles throbbed, dropping to the ground and crushing more trees beneath it. He could see the face of the mountain travelling beneath his field of vision as his growth accelerated with each impassioned stroke of his cock. He leaned back, letting his head fall against the nape of his neck as he panted, his fur soaked in sweat, cum, and mineral water.
Falling back on his rump yet again, Luther let out what almost sounded like a deafening roar as he climaxed for the third time in a row. His tip erupted with torrents of seed; enough to fill several supertankers. The bat's thick essence splattered across the entire face of the mountain, triggering several rockslides from its impact.
The duration of Luther's orgasm was much longer than the ones preceding it. He licked his lips, baring his teeth as he rode out the best climax he had ever experienced. As the waves of cum rushing forth from his member slowly tapered off, Luther looked up to the mountain once more. He was pleasantly surprised to see that he was almost as big as it was now, and the entire side of the mountain was coated in a thick layer of bat seed.
Despite all this, Luther just kept growing, passing the thousand-foot mark in a matter of seconds. That didn't stop the expanding of his tissues from being any less pleasurable, though. The warm tingling just got stronger, and the bat felt even more powerful with each pulse of energy sent through his body. Standing up, he walked up to the mountain and grabbed it with both hands, sinking his claws into its rocky surface.
He rubbed his tip along the seed-coated face, probing for any sort of cave or indentation he could slip his member into. At last, Luther found one. Without hesitation, he thrust his hips forward, driving his incredible shaft deep into the violated stone. Cracks split the mountain face all around the circumference of his cock, and the mountain seemed to shudder in delight at the penetration.
It wasn't long before Luther began thrusting away. Sweat soaked his entire body, and he groaned as he lost himself in the swirling whirlwind of lust his mind was caught in. Harder and faster he thrusted, reducing any rocks in his way to powder.
For several minutes, Luther fucked the land formation, taking it as if it were his bitch. He bit down on it, sinking his sharp teeth into the snowy summit. The mountains, and thus the world, were his for the taking. He was unstoppable!
These thoughts alone quickly drove Luther to one last cataclysmic orgasm. His triumphant roar sounded through the valley and far beyond, shaking the earth to its core. The waves of seed that followed erupted out the opposing side of the mountain like a volcano succumbing to the pressure of hot, white magma. His cum flooded down the slope and into the forest, knocking over and drowning everything in its path.
Luther shivered as his climax left him. The bat slid off of the mountain he had made bestial love with and collapsed onto his back. The entire front of him was coated in his own cum, and all he could do was bask in the warmth of it, closing his eyes to rest.
When he opened his eyes, a great feeling of dismay struck him. He found himself laying in bed in the familiar surroundings of his bedroom. It had all been a dream. Luther just wanted to kick himself; of course something like this wouldn't happen.
A thought struck him, and he sat all the way up. He tugged at his raging morning wood a few times as he pondered. He knew the trail he had been on in his dream existed. Maybe, just maybe...
Luther hopped out of bed and made his way to the phone. He picked up the receiver and punched a number in. A familiar voice answered. "Hello?"
"Hi Denyen, hun, it's me," Luther said to his mate, "I was thinking of going for a hike today, and I was wondering if you'd like to come along with me." He smiled as he spoke. Maybe they would find something interesting along the way...