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Too many choices. Way too many choices.

Everyone seemed to be a streamer these days. You remember back in the day when only a handful of people had a rig set up properly and the software necessary to stream, with the video quality of these live shows being abysmal at best and incomprehensible at worst. Only the most popular games were broadcast at the time, and even then there was no guarantee that the player you watched was any good. You got what you got and you had no choice but to like it. It was a very niche market.

Now it’s anything but. The pastime had exploded in popularity over the coming years, to the point where lesser known games had dedicated streamers that essentially advertised them to people unfamiliar, thus boosting their recognition in the community way more than any marketing campaign could. You got to see a bunch of games that passed you by over the years because of that.

But you were in the mood for something else. You’d picked up a game recently that you enjoyed and noticed that there wasn’t a huge player base for it, however, you knew that even the smallest games had their streamers and wondered if this one would be no different.

To your surprise there was one! Only one, unfortunately, but given the complexity of the game, that seemed inevitable. You clicked on through.

You’d never heard of this guy before. His username jumped out at you for being very gamer-sounding, and seeing the guy on screen confirmed your suspicions immediately. The bighorn sheep was small, almost smaller than you anticipated, but that was likely due to the oversized clothing he wore that sagged along every part of his body. You might have pegged this guy as a highschooler had he not answered chat questions about being in college.

“Y-Yeah, I’m in my second year,” the streamer answered, whom you discovered was named Samson. “When will I graduate? Uh, probably the same time as everyone else as long as I pass everything.” His expression was riddled with anxiety, no doubt nervous about putting himself out there. You suspect he must be new at this as he was more focused on the game he played rather than his audience.

Still, he managed to attract a number of people in the chat. That in and of itself was a difficult hurdle to overcome.

“Yeah, school’s tough now. All the stuff I’m learning is difficult to remember.” You had to admit, this guy may not be the best at engaging with the people watching, but he looked to be pretty damn good at the game. Might be best to stick around and see if you could learn anything from him.

His face lit up. “Oh, h-hey, thanks for the follow!” It was the first time you saw him smile all stream, hoping that might boost his mood a bit.

More questions came in, his inexperience meant his eyes didn’t glance at them as quickly as you might have thought. “I mean, school’s alright, I just don’t think high school set me up well. It was too easy. I have a lot on my plate now and it’s hard to balance everything.”

Someone asked if he was living alone. “Oh, uh, no, I’m living with a friend right now. You know, to save money and stuff. Everything costs so much now…” Then someone wondered what he did with his time. “Uh, school eats quite a bit of time, but I still have enough for my own stuff. I also got a part-time job to help pay for things that aren’t covered, but beyond that I’m mostly gaming, which I guess includes streaming too?”

“Oh, I guess I should also mention that my friend got me a free membership at the gym he goes to. Some kinda promotion, I suppose.” You cocked a brow. Being healthy isn’t the worst thing in the world, but the man you saw on the stream looked too soft for something like a gym, even with his intimidating ovine features like those horns that curled under his ears. “I’m not sure if it’s for me, but I promised I’d give it a shot.” A decision in the game pulled his attention away momentarily, after which he gasped as if he had an unfinished thought. “But I only have a free trial. Once that period is done, I’m done with that place.”

That sounded about right for a guy like him.

Well, you certainly got what you were looking for. Not only did Samson seem like a decent person, but he wasn’t half bad at the game either. You didn’t have all the time in the world to watch streams like you used to, but this guy felt like someone you should stick around and support. And starting from this small of an audience meant there was nowhere to go but up.

Who knows, maybe you just stumbled across the next big streamer.

***

Ugh, work was killer. You don’t think you’d seen as many documents in your life as you had that day, but you managed to push through them all to your complete surprise. It relieved you that you didn’t have to think about a looming pile of paper on your desk that needed to be appropriately signed and sorted the following day.

And having eaten already, you now had time to do whatever you wanted. But what called to you?

Oh, you hadn’t checked in with that streamer you discovered a month ago. What was his name? Samuel? It was probably something close to that. You wondered what he was up to.

Well, the first thing you noticed as you loaded in was that he had at least ten times the audience he had before. That wasn’t saying much given how barely anyone watched him the last time you were there, but that’s an accomplishment nonetheless.

The second thing you noticed once the live feed played for you was that he seemed different this time, and you could tell right away what the reason was: those clothes of his actually fit now. What was once loose and baggy now hugged his frame like they were supposed to, which was a far cry from the oversized mess they used to be. And the reason why also stuck out when you saw a hint of definition across his frame. The short sleeves of his shirt clung to arms with a slight amount of muscle to them, his biceps visible even without flexing them.

Huh, he stuck with the gym. That’s a difficult thing for newcomers to do. Good for him.

It wasn’t just physical gains that you noticed either. Apparently the exercise had done wonders for his confidence as he had stopped stuttering and wasn’t nearly as nervous anymore.

“And just like I told you, there’s nothing to it. Even the supposedly weakest race can still come out victorious.” His eyes darted to the chat messages popping up. “Exactly, you just need to know what you’re doing. You can’t play every race the same way, which is where a lot of people trip themselves up. Learn everyone’s strengths.”

Another chat message appeared, his gaze drawn to it. “Oh yeah, I’m doing better in school now. I guess I just got off on the wrong foot. It’s going way smoother than when I started.” In spite of his newfound confidence, he sighed. “But it’s still a pain to juggle everything. School’s going great, sure, but it’s hard to balance it with my part-time job, streaming, and working out all at once. It’s a lot to handle.” He rested his hands behind his head as he watched more messages scroll by. “Eventually, I think. I imagine I’ll figure things out soon enough.”

He chuckled after seeing another one. “Yeah, yeah, I’m not going anywhere you guys are stuck with me. What can I say? You guys are great! I’m not making a whole lot from this, but I’m still having a lot of fun doing this.”

The topic of money being brought up encouraged a few others to type out their thoughts, with most commiserating about their lack of funds and how hard it is to earn a living these days. Though there was one person who offhandedly suggested Samson to open up an OnlyFans to make a little extra cash, to which the sheep just laughed.

“Oh yeah, I’d totally do that. Just picture me suggestively showing off my body by holding the hem of my shirt in my teeth.” He laughed as he pushed his glasses up. “Please, I’m nowhere near attractive enough for that kind of thing. You gotta have supermodel looks, or be, like, seven times as big as I am.” The chat had a good laugh at the remark, yourself included. “Gaming’s what I’m good at. I’ll stick to this, thanks. I mean, I could stream without my shirt on, but I’ve got nothing to show off.” He emphasized his point by lifting his shirt up, revealing a trim torso devoid of any fat not meant to be there. “Oh yeah, I bet you’re all loving that.” Admittedly, the chat did seem supportive, even if it was in jest. “Stuff like that’s not in my future, but as long as I got you guys, I don’t need anything else.”

Well, this was a far cry away from the first time you popped in. It felt like it hadn’t been much time since then, and yet the streamer before you seemed like a different person, not entirely, but far surer of himself now. You weren’t sure when the next time you’d get the chance to watch the guy next was, but you were already looking forward to it.

***

Everybody may be working for the weekend, but yours as of late didn’t feel very restful. It seemed for the last couple months you were required to take care of something important, be it having to talk with your telecom provider to address your subpar internet connection, having to get yourself prepared for a business trip out of the city, or even having your power go out. Stress was all you knew for weeks straight.

So it felt strange to not have anything going on this weekend. Not that you complained, of course, as you’d been longing for some real time off for a while now.

Hopping on your computer led you to discover that you had a notification for an ongoing stream. Oh, it was that one guy you were following. Clicking through got you to the stream itself where you immediately saw the current viewer count had jumped to a few hundred viewers, which was a major accomplishment for someone so green!

But that wasn’t the only thing you noticed.

Once an athletic ram, Samson now positively bulky, the same top he wore the previous times you visited no longer sagging around his frame. Thickly packed muscle mass coated his body, his biceps stretching the sleeves of what could barely be called a T-shirt anymore. Apparently not only did he not cancel his membership like he said he would, he actually went ahead and took it seriously. The bighorn looked like a bodybuilder in a nerdy coat of paint – ripped to the point of being ready for an amateur competition, but still displaying his regular dorky mannerisms.

“Okay, I regret picking this race at this high of a difficulty. I know they’re the weakest one you can pick in this game, but man, I didn’t expect it to be this painful!” Unbeknownst to you, you came in the exact moment when his base was getting overrun by the enemy team, his hands off the keyboard entirely as if to say there was nothing else he could’ve done. He just laughed. “Okay, I can see why people consider this the hardest thing you can do in the game. That was brutal.” A flurry of black and red visual effects swirled across his screen as the word DEFEAT covered his base.

A look at the time elapsed since the stream started showed he’d been playing for a bit and would likely get off soon, so you elected to ensure your participation before that happened. “Oh, yeah, I’m doing well,” Samson responded to your message, “I’ve been managing my life better than I thought. I thought I might not have studied for my exams well, but I breezed through them without trying!”

Someone else was curious about the sheep’s life, though the chatter asked about something you didn’t even think of. “My routine? Uh, pfff, I don’t remember. I have a personal trainer who takes care of that sorta stuff.”

Then chat as a whole started veering towards the topic, with some pointing out the changes he’d gone through from when he started to now. “Oh yeah, it’s been wild how well I’m doing! I thought a body like this took ages to get, but I’ve been packing on mass like crazy. I think someone called it ‘beginner’s gains’ or something along those lines.” He rubbed the back of his neck while chuckling. “I never thought this was possible!”

And that was when someone asked him to flex. “You want me to what? Like, for real?” You could read the hesitation written on his face, but a simple shrug of the shoulders pushed all that aside. “Well, alright, I’ll give it a shot if that’s what people want.” The lack of experience was evident as he struggled thinking of what to do, eventually pulling his arms forward until his fists were in front of him. Even with barely understanding how to perform the pose he could still make his biceps pop as the different heads could just be made out.

“Well, I hope you guys got what you wanted.” Oh, they did. Chat exploded into a furor of messages talking about what they just got to witness. Some donations started coming in expressing how cool it was, while others asked for more. You could see the sheep falter at all the attention. “Thank you all so much for the donations, but… really? Is that what you want? I, uh, suppose I could do some more.”

His inexpertise belied his larger physique, unsure of how best to accomplish what people were asking of him. So he went with the same pose as before except pushing himself further. Without needing to question the streamer you could tell he had no idea what he was doing, but flexing wasn’t something that needed a PhD. He grunted as he pulled himself as tight as he could, his chest tensing as a result and really pushing that top to its limits, a tear forming in the collar. You wondered how long he’d be able to keep it up for until a thunderous rip broke the relative silence, the T-shirt now a pile of shredded ribbons laying on the space around him.

Samson’s cheeks went a deep crimson immediately after.

“Um, I-I…” He looked panicked as he scrambled to cover for himself. “I had no idea that would happen! I’m so sorry that—” All his anxious stammering stopped when he noticed that donations began pouring in. Many of the different chatters were throwing money at him simply because he obliterated his shirt, which you suppose made sense in some way considering how unexpected the event was. This was a gaming stream after all.

But you saw a different reaction in the ram than you were expecting. Instead of his jittery behaviour before, he now attentively watched the money roll in. There was a marked intelligence behind those eyes. It seemed no one else in chat noticed, but you could tell that look the sheep gave was one of someone discovering a lucrative business opportunity.

The stream might get a whole lot more interesting now.

***

It was one of those days where there was nothing to do. That wasn’t actually true, and you knew that, but it certainly felt like it. There was so much you could do at your disposal – watching television, playing video games, reading a book, maybe even getting some chores done – but none were calling to you. Games did seem like the best distraction to rid yourself of boredom, but you weren’t feeling inspired enough to play any.

So why not watch someone else play them instead?

Immediately the one streamer you followed earlier in the year sprung to mind, searching for his name until his stream came up. The instant you find it you lurch back in your seat, astounded that Samson had crossed the thousand-viewer threshold. It hadn’t even been a year yet and he was already there? Many streamers would’ve killed for that kind of growth, and you had to admit that you hadn’t seen anyone rise that fast in your life.

But of course you saw why; his viewer count wasn’t the only thing that had grown.

The ovine had practically ballooned since the last time you saw him, now clad in a sleeveless muscle shirt that was still so strained that it looked painted on, save for where the material had to stretch over a gap caused by so much beef being packed into it. Arms that no sleeve could contain flexed involuntarily every time they moved, biceps bunching up to make grapefruits look small, while triceps bulging out into horseshoes he never used to have. He looked like a bodybuilder who was forced to play games.

But you knew no one had to force him. He was far too focused on what was on the screen for you to think anything but, even though he could probably hoist his computer rig with only one hand. “See? I told you guys,” he guffawed, the corners of his mouth curling up into a smirk. “You see how I just wiped out the Kothraks even though I’m playing as a supposedly weaker race? That’s because pure brute strength alone can’t win you battles. You need strategy, brains and brawn!” He leaned back in his chair as the stats from his victory scrolled up the screen, the seat creaking likely due to not being able to handle so much sheep. “You get both of those things and you’re set. Trust me.”

A stream notification popped up, one you’d never seen before. He must have made some updates since the last time you watched him. “Thanks so much for the donation! Let’s see… a flex? Well, you did pay for it.” Unlike the last stream of his you watched, Samson knew what he was doing now, his movements evidently practiced. With no effort at all he brought his fist up into a pump, tensing a split-peak bicep that he could nearly palm. Right away you saw a flood of emotes fill the screen as well as hearing many different sounds go off as people followed, subscribed, and donated. All for a single flex? Wow, you didn’t realize it was that easy!

“I knew some of you were waiting for that,” he chuckled. Someone then redeemed a channel point reward to have their message be highlighted, which he took note of. “How’s the gym going? Well, not to brag too much, but I did just set a PR for my bench press. 200 kilograms is pretty impressive, if I do say so myself!” His gaze flicked to another chat message. “No, I’m not making that up. 2-0-0 on the dot. And yes, in kilograms.”

Another donation popped up right after he said that. You knew without looking that someone in his audience wanted a demonstration. “Ha, this dono says ‘Show us the results.’ Well, if that’s what you want, who am I to keep that from you?” What he used to struggle with now looked like second nature. Pulling his fists in front of him looked easy, easier than you remembered, and greatly plumped out his prodigious pectorals. The A-shirt he wore had more give than his old T-shirt ever did, just about able to hold together as his chest jutted forward, looking like it was heavier than it used to be when he first started.

That kept donations pouring in. “More? You guys want more? I can give you more,” he said, his voice dripping with provocation. A sudden twist of his body allowed him to show off his other arm, curled to show off that swollen bicep that he pushed to the max. That then let him straighten his arm to display his powerful tricep, each of the three heads bigger than you thought you’d see on this guy.

He followed that up by swiveling on his chair as best he could until he could fully show off his back, the hilly landscape making for an excellent canvas of muscularity as he rolled his shoulders in the direction of the webcam, his range becoming mountainous. No matter where moved his arms, his muscles popped. Bringing them beside his head provided a beefy exhibition for his viewers who got to witness not only lats that flared out as wide as the chair was, but also traps that were well on their way to swallowing his neck. Those horns of his were looking more and more appropriate the bigger he got.

But all his flaunting was quickly interrupted when he heard the doorbell go off. “Oh!” He nearly jumped out of his chair, his glasses needing to be readjusted. The frantic energy you knew the sheep for came back as he scrambled around his desk, grabbing a wad of cash before counting it, then grabbing a few more bills. “I’ll be right back!” He shouted as he dashed offscreen.

A streamer needing to get up for whatever reason wasn’t something new or unusual. For some, it’s what they became known for. No streamer you’ve watched that you could think of, however, went live wearing only a pair of briefs, nor would they have filled them out so dramatically like he had. This site had rules in place to discourage people delving into sexual content, and while he was keeping himself decent, a bulge that left little to the imagination certainly danced around toeing the line.

That terse shot of his crotch barely lasted a second, but it was enough to keep his audience talking in his absence. Many people speculated what could be hidden beneath the fabric, while others made clips of the moment to analyze it further. Then there were those who loudly stated how he should take them off entirely, apparently forgetting that he’d lose streaming privileges if he did. You knew for a fact they weren’t thinking with the right head

His sudden disappearance did start getting questioned, however. You didn’t catch at what time he dipped out, but you had a feeling a couple of minutes had already gone by, with the prevailing message being posted asking where he went off to. Truth be told, it was a little odd considering how he came back quick anytime he ever got up in the past.

You didn’t really know for sure, but you estimated that ten minutes had passed before Samson came back, first hearing him plod his way back to the computer before the webcam picked anything up. Ah, the flat box he held told you right away he got pizza.

But that’s not the first thing other people noticed.

That bulge the ram boasted seemed a bit thicker than it did when he left, and you swore it twitched a tad. You might’ve asked what the reason for that was until you saw how the material of the underwear was stained at the bottom, your brain filling in every other detail except for why he came back without any cash. Wasn’t that the usual porn scenario?

Other viewers picked up on that too. Messages shot up the page faster than anyone could read them, with the only way people could be noticed being donations. “What was what?” He leaned forward in his chair to better read what was written to him, one hand holding a slice of pizza. “Oh yeah, the delivery driver mentioned how he was having a crummy go of things lately, so I wanted to help by giving him a big tip,” he stated nonchalantly before grinning. “And something extra too.” The slice disappeared in a matter of seconds. “See chat, if someone’s feeling down, I wanna help them however I can. That’s how I operate.”

What was supposed to be a valuable life lesson was wrapped in a very odd cloak. You weren’t exactly sure what to make of what he just admitted, but you appreciated how genuine he came off. That wasn’t something you got to see much of these days.

But you did worry a tad about what might happen to the stream. Sure, it had been meant for adults from the start, but that didn’t mean it was explicit, especially since that was against the website’s Terms of Service. Maybe Samson could get away with it since it was barely on screen for long. Maybe he could get away with it since he wasn’t being overtly sexual. Moderators might rule otherwise, but you could see a world where he could still stream here.

He’ll probably be fine.

***

The fallout of that stream went viral near instantaneously.

The events that occurred when the sheep got back to his computer after getting his pizza had gotten clipped and shared across every platform one could think of, which caught the attention of the site he streamed on. That resulted in him receiving a temporary ban. People were outraged saying it wasn’t that bad and that other people have done worse in the past, but he calmed his audience down by saying the owners of the site have every right to moderate their business however they like, and that to ensure there was no controversy in the future he would migrate to another streaming site.

An adult site.

You had to chuckle to yourself. If you mentioned to Samson a year ago that he’d be streaming on a place meant for cam shows, he might’ve quit the business altogether. The ram he used to be would be way too timid for something so raunchy.

But the beefcake he’d built himself into had no qualms utilizing such a service. Sure, the nerdy parts of him shone through the bulk – you knew they would as it’s actually difficult to change who you are – but the confidence he exuded made him fit right into the unambiguously sexual environment. The first couple streams he did there had been smashing successes, which led to curiosity getting the better of you and checking it out for yourself.

Thousands more people had the same idea as you, blowing his old record out of the water. You mused that many people’s interests had been piqued by the news. You needed to get used to the new interface, though. Everything felt so different.

The biggest difference, however, was Samson himself. Calling him a bodybuilder didn’t even seem apt anymore considering those guys usually kept themselves at a certain size for the sake of competition, whereas he seemed to pile on mass like it was going out of style, so unless they added a new division to allow guys to get to his size, he’d end up in a league all to himself.

You couldn’t be sure without actually measuring the guy, but you suspected his weight was fairly high in the triple digits just by looking at him. The muscle shirt he wore seemed several sizes larger than the one he wore last time, and yet it still looked stretched with how thick his torso was in all directions. Not only did his plump chest drag the collar down to give everyone a show of those planetoids, but his lats could also be seen peeking out of the armholes when they weren’t threatening door frames.

But this stream in and of itself was different from the others you’d seen as there was someone else on screen too. Looking to the chat for context told you this wolf was named Will, he was Samson’s gym partner, and while he hadn’t quite reached the size that the sheep had achieved, you’d be hard pressed to say he was that far behind. He at least made you look small.

“Alright, let’s keep things rolling,” Will called out, his grin stretching from ear to ear. “You guys want us to keep telling truths about ourselves, or are you feeling spicy?”

“Come on, don’t be shy now.” With one leg draped over his chair armrest, Samson bared everything to the stream. You wouldn’t want to get on the bad side of someone with tree trunks for legs. “We haven’t gotten dared to do anything in a while.”

Ah, so that’s what they’re up to. You had to admit the idea was different than what you came to know the streamer for, but given the jump to a different site you can’t say it was a bad one. A few thoughts of what to ask swirled around in your head, but before you could even voice any of them you realized you were locked out of chat. That struck you as odd since you had an account on the site, leading you to find out that sending messages was the privilege of strictly the subscribers, but even if you went to all that effort it wouldn’t have been enough to get these two to hear out your idea.

“Aha, a donation!” Samson planted both feet on the floor before rolling his chair closer to the computer. His face lit up when he read what popped up on screen. “Oh, we got a dare this time! I think it’s your turn if I recall correctly.”

“Hmm…” Will took his time trying to think of something, his gaze turning to the ram before a predatory smile spread across his face. “I think I got a good one.” He chuckled at his friend’s guarded expression. “I dare you to pull down your pants.”

That gave Samson pause, his mouth agape. “Not that I’m opposed, but I’m just a little curious as to why you went with that over literally anything else.”

“I don’t think you’re as big down there as you say you are.”

The look on Samson’s face made you think everything now made sense even though this is the first you were hearing of it. “Ah, I gotcha.” He smirked, gripping the waistband of his sweats before shucking his pants off entirely, his huge bulge lovingly encased in a jockstrap. You never guessed he’d actually wear something that like given his personality, yet here he was. “I think you’ll find the rumours are true.”

“What the fuck, dude?” Will gasped.

Samson merely laughed as he shoved his hands behind his head, showing off his hairy pits as the wolf gawked at his junk, completely flabbergasted. “So, were people lying then?”

Will couldn’t close his mouth even if he tried, as if his jaw was magnetized to the ground. “It’s like you’re smuggling a kielbasa in there!” The wolf all but touched the clothed bulge, unable to pry his eyes from the sight of such a stuffed garment.

“Only sausage in this thing is my own.” Samson proudly hefted his package in a hand. “Lemme prove it.” Unlike his pants, his jockstrap came off haltingly slow, his thumbs sliding under the elastic as he gradually pulled it down, revealing the base of a flaccid ovine cock as thick as a wine bottle, with more and more of the pink flesh being exposed the longer he tugged the fabric down, finishing off his impromptu strip tease by unveiling a pair of swollen nuts to match his thick tool. He grinned. “Impressed? I’m betting you haven’t seen someone as big as me before.”

Chat exploded over the reveal, as did Will who cupped his head in one of his hands as he gawked at the girthy member. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was looking at a prosthetic. That thing looks way too big!”

“Oh, no, it’s very real, and you can easily find out how big it is,” Samson said with a cackle, reaching offscreen to grab a tape measure that he then chucked at the wolf. Even though you were seeing it with your own eyes in real-time, you still didn’t believe that monster was actually a part of the bighorn. And then you saw him give the canine a wry smirk. “Say, how long are you hard?”

“Seven inches.” Will fumbled with the hand tool, releasing the grip that held it closed.

Samson then readjusted his position on the chair, opening up his crotch to let his hog dangle in the open air with legs like fluffy stone pillars flanking it on either side. “And how long am I soft?”

The end of the tape measure was finally freed from the plastic chamber and laid on top of the sheep’s cockhead, with Will pulling the device along until it reached the base. Apparently he couldn’t believe what he saw as his eyes bugged out while he gasped. “Eight inches?!”

“Read it and weep.” A tone of expectation saturated Samson’s words. “How does it feel getting beat by a nerd?” He nudged the wolf in the ribs.

Will just scoffed. “Are you kidding? You’re not what I think of when I picture a nerd.” He nudged back.

“Oh, no?” With a cheeky grin, Samson cupped his ample nutsack in a hand. “Well, if I can measure the circumference of one of my balls, I can tell you how much I cum in one sitting.” Chat went crazy over the thought of that, messages barely getting a chance to appear before being swept away by a flurry of other posts.

It seemed Will thought so too. “That’s kinda hot, actually.”

“Wanna know what’s hotter?” A mischievous glint twinkled in Samson’s eye. You could only sit there and watch as the bighorn sheep gripped that thick rod and gave it a couple squeezes, bringing it to life for his audience to go crazy over. “Now this is where the real magic begins!”

The only thing Will found himself able to do at that point was to sit back and watch the show unfold in front of him. His hand did find its way to his own prick though, and he didn’t hesitate to play with himself as the other pole was fondled with aplomb. His member might not have been as big as his friend’s, but it was still a damn sight larger than a lot of those you’ve seen.

Longer and thicker the ram’s dick grew, veins snaking along the flesh as more and more blood was pumped into the region, feeding the beast unfurling on stream. His breathing grew laboured the more he jerked himself, his pole reaching what looked like a foot in length. Was that him at half-mast? You couldn’t be sure, but you could see how he wasn’t fully hard yet. How much he’d grown and how much he still had left were both bigger measurements than what you expected. Still you watched as his fingers stroked that obelisk from base to tip, the slightest glob of pre oozing from the cumslit as his foreskin pulled itself down and around the mushroom head now proudly displayed for everyone to witness.

The only sound you could hear for a solid twenty seconds were donations ravaging the stream.

Will was without words. All he did was stare at the impossibly huge phallus jutting from his friend’s crotch, his eyes blinking in disbelief. That was before he chuckled. “I don’t fucking believe it. I’m not even upset, I just don’t know what to say.”

“Got any guesses as to how big it actually is?”

“Truthfully,” Will yanked a length of the tape measure from its holster, “I know I’ll get it wrong. I just wanna know for sure.” With the same procedure as before, he held the piece of metal at the tip of the head before tugging the rest downward, the amount of ruler required blowing your mind.

“And?”

Will kept pulling the tape measure until it reached the base of the cock, the sheep’s testosterone factories resting on the seat below it. You could tell he was looking for a number as he hadn’t said anything in a hot second, only for him to gasp a moment later. “21 inches?! That thing can’t be legal!”

Samson shifted forward, throwing an arm around the wolf. “Oh, but it is,” he said as he grabbed the tape measure and chucked it on the floor behind him. “Now come on,” he used his other hand to squeeze the canine’s rock-hard tool, “whip this thing out so we can give the fans the show they’ve been waiting for!”

It felt like the energy in the room had dramatically shifted in the course of a few minutes. The pair of beefcakes had gone from being flirtatious to downright horny without skipping a beat, with neither you nor the rest of chat thinking that things had gone too quickly. In fact, message after message flooded the screen in support, the audience clearly thrilled with the entertainment.

You had to admit, you couldn’t look away either. Who knew the little guy had it in him? Well, he hadn’t been little for a while now, but first impressions were hard to forget.

Who knows how big he’d end up!

***

Buzz surrounding Samson’s stream had reached a fever pitch since the last time you had meandered through the adult website. Any video clipped from that stream had become some of the most widely shared among viewers, leading to more people discovering it than ever before. You didn’t see streamers cracking five-digit viewer numbers often – especially for something that didn’t have mass appeal – but seeing it happen here made absolute sense to you.

The ram was now a behemoth, unlike anything you had ever seen before. Somehow he’d managed to top himself when you already thought he was massive, now commanding a towering visage that took up so much of the screen that he had to roll his seat back just to be fully visible, including that obscene bulge that he could in no way cover up anymore. The jock he wore made you think of a tarp instead of an article of clothing, wrapped lovingly around so much cockflesh that nothing was left to the imagination. It didn’t help that they had to contain orbs like medicine balls as well.

And from the looks of the rest of him, that seemed to be the modus operandi of his entire body.

What appeared to be a tank top that you’d lose yourself in was stretched tight around a torso packed to the brim with well-earned musculature, so thick with dense brawn that all his measurements were best taken in feet. Were a car to get in a fight with his chest, it would come out the loser against pectorals that put its bumper to shame, capped with fat nipples that forced the material of his shirt to envelop them. His back you couldn’t get a good view of as he faced the camera, but his efforts were still visible as both his traps and lats had positively exploded in size, giving him a depth no one else commanded that you could recall.

Well, some people tried. Like the last stream you visited, Will was there too, and he was also looking quite a bit bigger than he did before, not enough to topple the bighorn titan, but exceptionally beefy in his own right. You struggle thinking of someone besides these two who didn’t look ridiculous without wearing pants, with their only reason being they simply couldn’t fit them over legs that made concrete seem weak. Even shifting a limb to one side caused it to flex twice as big as it was at rest, putting redwoods to shame as a result.

Even their equipment got an upgrade. The chair Samson sat on looked brand new, likely purchased as his previous one couldn’t hold his weight anymore, which, without any sort of confirmation, you estimated it to be in the four-digit range, and the wolf probably wasn’t too far behind. This stream had certainly come a long way!

“Thanks for the donation!” The ram leaned forward to see the message. “Oh yeah, school’s going great. I just breezed through my finals.”

“I don’t know why you’re still in school to be honest.” Will swiveled in the direction of the sheep.

Samson just laughed, pushing up his glasses with a finger. “Uh, why not?”

“Because you’re good at,” Will gestured to his friend’s incomparable bulk, “this.”

“I’m good at both, dude. I’m at the top in every one of my classes. Why would I drop out now?”

Will hoisted one of the sheep’s arms in the air, a huge grin on his face. “What, you don’t see yourself in some kinda strongman competition or something? You’d probably win all of them hands-down!”

“I could, but I like having options.” Samson wrestled his arm free and gripped the wolf’s shoulder, giving it a playful squeeze. “I could lift things for a living, sure, or I could be the head of an engineering firm and look damn fine doing it.”

Will retaliated by fondling the bighorn’s pectoral closest to him. “You do make a good point.”

Chat posts flew up the screen faster than you could read. There was no doubt in your mind that the pair of them were a hit, and the donations that came in only further proved it.

“Another generous dono!” Will cheered. “Are we gonna take our clothes off? Hang on, we’re getting there! What good is any of this if there isn’t a little foreplay first?”

“Yeah, slow down! There’ll be plenty of time to have fun,” Samson laughed. “I’m not gonna have any time to mention that I broke my weightlifting record!”

The wolf gave him a nudge as his friend’s eyes darted around the room. “You gonna tell them how much it was?”

“I wanted to show them, but I don’t think there’s anything in the room heavy enough to match.” Samson shrugged, leaning an arm over the back of his chair, the seat creaking in protest. “It was heavier than I am, I can say that much.”

“Well, I, for one, think that deserves a little reward.” Will took the opportunity to hop to his feet, eyes on the ram’s billowed bulge. With a smirk he traced a finger across the other man’s swollen frame, contouring around the various muscular curves until he reached the sheep’s package, caressing it with a hand before backing himself against it.

The sudden stimulation startled Samson, whose breathing intensified from the touch. “What are you doing?”

“Are you not interested?” Will slyly responded, his friend’s junk coming to life in his hands.

“Dude, don’t get me wrong, I’m so down for this, but,” he moaned, the fabric of his jock shredding from blood plumping up his crotch cannon, “are you sure about this? I’m kinda really huge, you know.”

“What, you think I can’t take you?” The cock, in your eyes, appeared too big for Will’s body to handle, but the impish grin plastered across his face showed that mattered little to him.

Samson apparently felt the same way as he let his hands glide down the beefcake canine’s ample back, feeling every muscled contour before reaching his rear, groping cheeks framed by the jockstrap worn. “I’m glad you don’t back out of a challenge.”

The room sounded out in a cacophony of shredding fabric – first the sheep’s jockstrap as its structural integrity finally failed to contain what looked to be a third leg jutting from his pelvis, and then the wolf’s whose straps couldn’t withstand the frantic clawing of a horny lupine stud. Chat erupted in lascivious applause if the many, many eggplant and peach emotes flying past you were any indication.

Not a word was uttered as the two broke free of their confines, their respective poles erect and throbbing in the open air. Will pushed back against the ram’s rod, pre dripping down a length the size of an industrial gas cylinder and onto his tensing glutes, his cheeks dimpling as he coaxed more and more of the translucent ooze from his friend. Samson grabbed hold of the wolf’s hips in return, kneading the developed mounds like he would balls of dough. You weren’t sure if he noticed, but you saw the streamer’s hips bucking forward.

“Chat, you are in for something special.” Urgency flavoured Samson’s words, the corners of his mouth curling upwards into a toothy grin as he let his fingers become slathered with rivulets of his preseed, coating his hand before reaching in between the wolf’s broad ass cheeks and circling the other man’s winking pucker, eliciting a whine of approval. Even with the webcam as far away as it was you still had a front row seat to the event.

A sausage-like finger then pushed past the delicate ring of muscle, with Will grunting as his anal cavity was infiltrated. His muscles contracted with each knuckle that was inserted, bulky arms pulling into a set of plump pectorals that pressed under his chin. Another finger then entered, and then another, slowly but surely stretching the canine out until the thumb slipped in too, each digit spread out making way for the entire hand. The spectacle of someone being able to take another person’s fist wasn’t something you got to see so readily. You were too transfixed on the sight before you to migrate your hand beneath the elastic of your sweats.

And yet in spite of receiving something that might have split you in half, the wolf merely smirked. “You just gonna keep teasing me?” He shoved himself back against the invading appendage, his tensing ass cheeks showing how hard he was clenching down. “Shove the damn thing in already!”

You could tell Samson was trying to remove his fist, but the lupine’s flexing butt made that difficult, causing him to laugh. “I love the enthusiasm,” he said as he finally wrested his hand free, using it to grab the other man’s ass and pull him back so they were parallel. You’d think they’d be proportionally equal to each other, but with the monolithic spire the canine was resting on jutting out from the ram’s chiseled crotch, you didn’t need to be told that the streamer was in a class all to his own. “If you think you’re ready, then here it comes!”

Without warning he shoved that obelisk right inside the wolf’s gaped tailhole, a loud groan of approval filling the room. It slipped in with no resistance, the natural lube pouring from the tip of the sheep’s pillar providing more than enough to coat the other man’s innards, foot after foot of rigid flesh disappearing up the lupine’s chute. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think this was a damn magician’s act happening live!

And still it didn’t stop. So much cock made its way inside that you swore you saw the tip bulge out the wolf’s shredded abs. Well, it didn’t take long for you to get confirmation as the protrusion grew, the canine’s tail excitedly whipping along the ram’s broad torso as the gap between glutes and pelvis closed, contact being made with a lewd squelch that got both of them moaning in glee. You couldn’t read a single chat message being sent as they moved too quickly for anyone to see without recording software at the ready.

You could see Will was an eager passenger on the ride, using the ovine’s gargantuan arm like a safety harness that he clutched onto as his asshole was reamed, his open-mouthed grin practically splitting his face in half. They’d been fucking for only a few moments, but his tongue appeared unable to roll back past his lips.

Samson rhythmically bucked into the lupine’s behind, the smacking of his pendulous balls hitting those cheeks more than audibly for everyone watching. Not a word was shared as the pair went at it, just grunts as they both worked in tandem to get the other one off.

You couldn’t decide who to keep your focus on. Will was far and away the most seasoned bottom you’d ever laid your eyes on, able to be gaped by a dick the size of a decorative column without complaining and still pushing back. The head of the rod in his ass punched his hide well above his ears, ending up in front of the face of the man fucking him as his own manhood slapped against the turgid mass straining his pelt.

And then there was Samson – a man with junk so big it might as well need its own gym membership. He gripped the wolf tightly as he pummeled the smaller man’s muscled rear with his thrusts, his pace never letting up for a second. Every hump echoed through the room. You couldn’t be certain from your point of view, but it almost seemed like whatever pre hadn’t been used to jam that monster log of ovine fuckmeat inside the other man looked to be pooling inside instead, visibly distending the canine’s taut midsection into a bit of a gut. You didn’t know that was possible!

Apparently it was getting to be too much to handle. Will, the trooper that he was, let out a howl-like cry as he blew his load all over his bloated stomach, one you would’ve needed to save up for several months just to match. Having orbs like bowling balls backing a dick the size of a two-litre bottle wasn’t something just anyone had.

Samson just kept pumping his prick into the other man. “You lasted longer than I thought you would.” He gritted his teeth as his plunges into the welcoming anal canal grew harder. “Afraid I’m not quite tapped out just yet.”

True to his word, he kept pumping his cock into the canine, the outline of which continuing to soften as Will’s gut became a repository for his preseed. With how much the thing was bloating, you had an inkling that you really were in for something special. The sheep’s grip across the other man’s chest seemed to get stronger too, likely signalling the flood was coming.

You watched those nuts with intent. They sloshed every time they crashed into the lupine’s rump, gurgling with the need to dump their loads. The flesh of those fat orbs rippled with each impact. How someone could manage to develop testosterone factories that could make a tanuki green with envy was beyond you, but there was no denying that Samson wore them well.

And yet in spite of those tremendous balls being so audible, the ovine’s groaning boomed louder. His panting grew laboured. “Sorry, dude!” He grunted.

Being ravaged so hard left Will unable to say much, his face giving off a look of pure ecstasy. “Sorry about what?” His eyes remained half-lidded as his tongue listlessly lazed to one side. Any additional sex wasn’t about to break him of his afterglow, but you knew he could still relish in the effects of his ass being pummeled.

“About this!” It was less than a second after Samson thrusted into the wolf one last time before his engorged cum tanks pulled up to his pelvis, taint throbbing as his mighty bellow filled the room. You barely had time to blink before witnessing Will inflate like the world’s lewdest water balloon, his abs all but disappearing under a layer of cum bloating his gut out with pudge. It amazed you to see someone take on what looked to be more than a gallon of spunk without showing any signs of bursting. You couldn’t do that!

But that was only the beginning.

The flow never tapered for a moment. More and more of the lupine’s belly pooched out, taking up the room right in front of the two and obscuring most of what was next to them. It didn’t take as long as you thought for the tip of the ram’s crotch cannon to disappear amongst the rising ball of flesh. Waves of ballbatter surged into the beefcake, the steady growth of his midsection making it look like he was the sole reason the world wasn’t being deluged by a torrent of sheep jizz.

Fluffy canine belly touched the floor as Will’s lust-drunken expression displayed his feelings on the matter. You had thought he might’ve been completely comatose from the overwhelming sensation of being stuffed to the brim with both many feet of cock as well as untold litres of frothy cum, but the wriggling of his toes proved otherwise, for the last few seconds they remained out in the open that was. His stomach was all-encompassing, his capacity something to be marveled at. He looked like he more than doubled his weight after only a few minutes!

Then, with nowhere else to grow, it started pushing back against the two on the chair, with Will massaging his swelling gut the higher it grew, his fingers reaching less and less of it the more seed was pumped into him. You were having trouble seeing Samson too after a while, unsure of how much longer this would last. That wasn’t to say you weren’t enjoying the sight, but you expected there to be an end at some point. Would that be the case here?

With the way the wolf’s gut continued to encroach on the webcam’s field of view, you suspected the opposite. It made you think the room might eventually succumb to the erotic onslaught of all that spunk ballooning another person.

And yet you were still watching, morbidly curious to observe such an event occurring.

The gut full of cum now reached the ceiling, leaving the two titans blocked from view. Chat was still a blur like always, but you now noticed how the viewer count had more than quintupled. Had you ever been present for a live show this widely viewed on the internet? Not to your recollection, so this marked something special in your mind.

Despite what you knew about basic biology, that growing, fuzzy orb was practically a sphere now, flattened on both ends as it made the room its own, with not even the doorway fazing it. There was no way you could know for sure how much more the sheep had in him, but you were here for the long haul.

At least you would be if the stream didn’t become difficult to watch. The closer that belly came to the webcam, the darker everything got as all that flesh blotted out the light from the window. Would this be the end of the stream? You and everyone else certainly hoped that wasn’t the case, but it wasn’t like any of you had much of a say in the matter. All you were able to do was keep staring, the gut ever growing, pressing into the camera and pushing it off its holster with a loud snap.

The stream immediately died to thunderous applause from the chat. The spectacle was the most viewed thing on the site, and you knew you didn’t need to double check the records to know that for sure.

Now if this was what was on offer during this stream, what would they do for the next one? Perhaps it warranted you being there to find out. You wouldn’t want to miss something better than this, after all.