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(M PE, CTF, Multicock, Hyper, Giga) To the Faerie people of the kingdom of Faelor, magic is a simple feat. So long ago integrated into their everyday lives that even children can cast sparks of flickering light off their fingertips or levitate a book. Most of their population is 80-140 years old, as the Faerie also live a great deal longer than any human, allowing them much more time in which to refine their art and then share their skills. But what even the Fae revere still is knowledge. Whether it is a physical labor, or intellectual. Whether it is lifting and moving objects, advancing skills, or weaving the intangible zero point energies into magic; knowledge is the foundation. Knowing how to lift a heavy object without hurting yourself, or going further to understand where its exact center of gravity is, and being able to lift or move it with a great deal less effort than others. But knowing comes with the curse of removing some of the luster and wonder from the world. And some knowledge was not meant to have. At some point you know too much- everything is far too easy to do, and the scope of any mistakes become too cataclysmic to speak of. The people of Faelor are an ancient race but even they possess tomes from people who came before, in times ancient even to them. Knowledge that was never meant to have. Unfortunately the queen of Faelor- Titania- is so unquestionably beautiful that no one could bring themselves to deny her... so when she asked to see the books that contained this forbidden knowledge- no one stopped her. And what did she do with it? Well she turned the rain to chocolate chips once on accident, pummeling the people below with fast-moving confectionary. She also inverted one of her guard towers by mistake, luckily no one was actually inside of it at the time or they would surely be dead. On the other hand- she felt bad about all the dairy animals having to be bred so regularly, turning their biological functions into an almost mechanical cycle, and blessed them all with endless milk! Although... they are now almost entirely reliant on the ranchers, because their milk quite literally never stops. And her latest blessing came from her husband, King Oberon. Handsome as he may be, he lacks muscle due to needing to sit in his chair and delegate. He had only jokingly brought it up in bed one night to Titania she could use it to enhance his endowments. She immediately took that as a request, and after a good bit of back and forth Oberon reluctantly decided to let her try... fearful as he is that she may end up disfiguring him instead. There are spells to enhance one's endowments, of course. But a spell needs mana to run- and those who are magically adept will know there is an active spell by how the ether flows around you. The difference here is- Titania isn't using a spell, she is using her cursed knowledge to simply rewrite reality so that his endowments are whatever size she desires. Which means it never runs out- there is no evidence of tampering, it becomes the new reality. She told him it has been done, while crawling over him on the edge of his bed, to... double-check her work. Oberon often let Titania simply have her way with him, half because he is always stunned by her beauty. Her soft peach toned skin is without blemish, her breasts plump and pert, her eyes shifting color rapidly with any slight movement- shimmering every known color. Her hair is so absurdly long her handmaidens must carry it for her while she walks about, because otherwise it would drag on the floor, twice again as long as her body is tall. Her pubic hair forms into a golden, uneven diamond shape over her vulva almost acting like an arrow pointing down to it. Oberon squirmed about to help her disrobe him while he is already pinned to the bed under her- but especially wanted her to hurry up getting his underpants off because something already felt odd. She modified more than simply its size. As his cock fills with arousal the shaft engorges strangely- a divot appearing up the sides. He felt something almost like someone peeling a sticker slowly off his skin, but... somehow inside of his dick? His balls underwent a similar change- lifting and clenching as they normally would, but as they do, they swell like a flexing muscle, and a divot appears down their middle. The odd, tingly peeling feeling inside his shaft continued as well as the gentle rush of the feeling of him getting an erection... even though he already has one. By the time Titania finally fully exposed his dick, the shaft was expanding quite wide, vertically. The peeling sensation is his urethra splitting from the bottom up, before the spongy material insulating it formed around the newly branched segment, pushing the two further apart. Then more flesh formed between them, and the more blood that rushed into the cock, the tighter the two segments pull against one another- the divot between deepening. Finally the peeling sensation was felt on the surface and with a tacky *shlick* sound, his phallus divided entirely into two!! The pleasure and shock of seeing her 'magic' work on his cock caused his balls to give a mighty heave again, and this time their divot went straight through, and his two balls bloated instead into four of equal size! Titania cooed in amusement, kneeling down and cupping his scrotum softly, kissing the surface with her plush lips. The normally very subtle rushing sensation of getting an erection now became much more powerful and his twin cock start to engorge beyond what his singular dick even could. His balls slowly grow heavier and larger too as Titania continues to roll them in her palm. A divot forms between front and back, giving his scrotum four compartments so the newly created testicles do not get tangled with the originals- though the raphe only divides the scrotum vertically, so the divot between front and back compartments is not as outwardly obvious as left and right. None of the testicles pulse with growth in sync with one another- each taking a turn, with no coherent order to them. Oberon's dicks are identical to one another, stacked vertically, so the urethra of the top rests into the slight divot on the back of the lower cock where the primary artery rests. They do not grow in the same way though- so while they started identical they will not finish that way. The head of the top phallus becomes shallower as the corona stretches wider instead to try and keep up with the bloating shaft- it grows only slightly longer but a great deal wider than it had been before, the veins also bloating enormously giving it a very textured surface! The veins on the lower dick bloat huge, but only in pulses, softening and shrinking as the blood transfers to the shaft instead, becoming so tight it almost aches before its physical mass stretches larger to accommodate. The sensation of getting an erection without ever finishing. The pressure keeps rising without hitting a limit, because every time it caps out, the cock itself grows, which lowers the pressure and softens it a bit- just in time for his heart to send in the next blast of blood. The top cock got enormously thick, while the bottom simply became larger in every dimension- retaining its shape while coming bigger in every aspect. By the time he stopped growing, both were already oozing a steady stream of pre, so Titania teasingly touched him only gingerly- waiting for them to cool down a bit, not wanting them to blast off immediately. One cock about seven inches long but also almost three inches wide! Each testicle about the size of a baseball. The other almost 20 inches long and almost two inches wide. Top cock is for the pussy- the bottom is for her butt; so he can take both her holes at once, while she is facing him to give him a show of her jiggling, pristine tits. Titania's 'magic' is simply a knowledge. Knowing that existence is like a flash of lightning through the universe. Like lightning- it takes the path of least resistance, and that path is reality as we know it. Whether or not something in the universe falls inside of that set path is what determines whether or not something is possible. But, knowing that- Titania is able to use magic to divert some of that existence into a different part of the universe, and thus shift what is possible and what is not. But a little shift here, could fork into innumerable paths down the line with no way for her to re-converge. Obviously Oberon never whipped it out at a meeting, helicoptering it around telling everyone his penis is now bigger... and more numerous. But as the king he is the single most observed person in the kingdom other than his impossibly radiant queen. So, people noticed on their own from the bulge in his pants. Telling someone information, or the person assuming the information won't catalyze anything on its own. But actually observing the change, alongside the information that Titania can manipulate what is and is not? Just enough blighted knowledge to start something that was never meant to be. For Titania's power stems from nothing more than knowledge... so what happens when someone else finds out, without a full and proper grasp of how to control said power, or even an awareness that every living thing technically has this power? Teran was the first account of this, though that would not be known till it was far too late. Normally he is a handsome, well-built Fae man, with black and metallic blue wings adorning his back. He was also shy though... because thanks to encounters in school locker rooms, he came to realize his endowments were... lackluster. At 5 inches even- he is a bit below the average, which many people treat more like a base-line than an average. That made him afraid of what would happen in the presence of an actual female Fae, and thus he became quiet, shy, and never approached any girls. After learning the king had likely been enhanced by the queen, Teran wished so hard, and thought so long on how the feat could possibly have been done that he did it himself! He did not even realize he had done it at first. His penis returned flaccid after masturbating one night, but remained the same size it had been fully erect, in spite of going fully flaccid. So it was not till the next time he wound himself up that he noticed it was larger now! This turned him on so much he expanded himself again! His penis became so erect and the veins so aggressively bloated the blood pressure made his cock almost itch, as it bloated larger and longer, force-stretched by the brute strength of his erection! As he approached orgasm, his testicles even swelled larger- so when he would normally peak and blow, he instead got bigger and his pleasure lifted higher past that point. Hitting the peak again- balls a little bit bigger, even more pleasure, peaking again- a little bit bigger still! When he finally blew his load he had an eight inch penis almost too thick to fully close his hand around the shaft, and balls the size of a baseball each! Not only filled with pleasure- Teran was filled with confidence, and not wanting to wait to hunt down a proper girlfriend finally; he went the easier route- the nearest brothel. Not that the women would have complained regardless- him being handsome and muscular caught their amusement quickly. Usually a lot of their clients are unsightly- and that is usually why they turn to a brothel. When the woman started to kiss and softly suck at his member, because he was not used to such attention and having a Fae woman in the flesh so close and nude; he erupted early. She was working him up slowly- so was surprised when he came before she even got his shaft in her mouth! She had only been sucking the glans alone! But rather than annoyed disappointment, she remained shocked having to gulp several times to get it all down her mouth! It popped itself in while he was cumming without her moving her head! His dick got longer again! The head flared so aggressively taut it purpled in color and the surface became glossy smooth from internal pressure, she could feel it forcefully flick the corona out broader on the inside of her mouth like someone opening a cocktail umbrella in her mouth! She could feel his balls pulse in her palms against them, getting a tiny big larger with each throb, extending the length of his climax slightly each time! She popped off and gawked at his dick in the aftermath... still hard. It did not soften, he was still ready to go. The woman immediately summoned her friend to join them, and then Teran had two whores naked and crawling over him. One sat lightly on his face- pressing her plush pussy to his lips with her hands on his tight abs to observe his cock. The other straddling his legs between her knees with one hand cupping his balls and the other on his crotch around the base of his penis. The two women took turns kissing, giggling and teasing the penis. Would it get bigger again? Could it? Teran's guess was as good as theirs- he had no idea how he was doing it... and thus also had no idea how to stop doing it. The veins were so fat he could feel his heart beat drumming against the skin of his cock. The glans engorged huge, and the woman riding his face teased it by grabbing it with her fingertips and thumb, just under the corona, gently tugging up on the hard rubbery lip. Like a flexing muscle, his cock swelled a bit bigger when it clenches rather than simply hardening, but unlike a flexing muscle... did not return to its previous size when it relaxed again. Both women were wide-eyed watching it grow. Both immediately put a hand on it, squeezing it softly in their smooth hands to feel its heat, and the aggressive force of each growth push against their grip! Nine inches, balls feel so full in spite of having just gone off! Ten inches, eleven! He is huge now, the glans pop out of the upper woman's grip now. Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, the lower woman now has both hands on the shaft in addition to one of the other woman's hands still being on it! His reddened glans resembling a large red apple at this point! Balls as big around as softballs! The shaft getting too thick- their hands can each only reach halfway around the shaft at a time! Teran is worried, and desperate, and tries to thrust up into their hands as much as he can, trying to get off faster! The women were just awestruck and too bemused watching it grow even more monstrously aggressive looking and larger. The first woman was too turned on though and was the first to fold- shoving the top woman back, squashing her pussy over Teran's face to climb further forward and spear her own swollen peach on his apple-sized glans, popping down his shaft! You could see the bulge travel up her crotch! She shivered in pleasure, not having a man fill her like this in an eon! The two women kissed and rubbed their tits together over Teran while one's pussy juiced itself on his mouth and the other gulped at his cock like a hungry maw. When he climaxed this time he went cross-eyed from the force and pleasure. He came so much it was like he had never gotten off in his entire life up till now. He overfilled her twice over- erupting out from her pussy from lack of room while also bulging her upper crotch like a cum-balloon! Teran had not expected to grow again, but, he left with a goofy smile on his face. The two whores immediately whispered the news to all the other women of the house who immediately became jealous. They could also tell there was no magic at play... this man had somehow also used the powers Titania can. How did he learn it? ...how can THEY learn it? Teran experienced a bit of a side effect of his growth though, a few nights later. His hands on his shaft just... are not enough. Each can only reach halfway around the shaft, and both hands one above the other only cover 2/3rds of the shaft, never mind the head. It felt like it would take forever to get off like this. It was just... too bad in comparison to the women the other night. So he gave up for the night, with the promise of returning to the brothel the next. The moment he walked in the door he was swarmed by women! They all knew his little trick from last time and now they ALL wanted a piece! For only the price of a single woman, six ended up following him into the room! Each fawning over him, caressing a part of his body, while glaring at one another and trying to shove the others away to get at his cock. Unfortunately this meant they did a lot more teasing than riding- and while they silently exchanged glares to try and determine who got to actually ride him; he started to grow from all their fondling without release! His balls roll up, clenching to his crotch and swell with a loud *glorp* sound. His glans flare aggressively, turning an angry purple in color as his shaft visibly shivers as it is forced longer by ceaseless blood pressure! A brown-skinned Fae is the first to act, seeing their indecision was causing his achingly hard member distress. She had to rock her hips to even get down over the glans- the shaft slid in easily enough after, but then she had to shift her weight to her knees at his hips... there was still an inch of exposed shaft, but she bottomed out. The head is wedged firmly against her cervix- there is nowhere else to go! And she is a tall woman! The pussy of another woman in either of his hands, another kneeling beside the bed with her tits resting on the back of his head like a pillow- another standing over her with her pussy resting on his mouth. The woman riding his cock and one on either side of his torso massaging his bulbous muscles! It did not take him long to explode! Because his glans were wedged against her cervix though... his dick erupted straight into her womb- inflating her stomach to make her almost instantly look several months pregnant! Her belly turned red, not meant to be stretched that quickly, before she squeaked in distress and had to scramble off his cock while it was still erupting. Just to keep herself from popping! His balls sat heavily on the bed, indenting the mattress with their weight... now the size of a honeydew melon each. Teran groans, complaining he is still pent up! She got off too soon! Sure enough; this phallus remained perfectly erect, ready to go again. But rather than scramble to be the first to get impaled on it, the women hesitated now, biting their lips nervously. In orgasm it had swelled again and now the shaft is so thick two hands together cannot touch finger-to-finger around its girth. It is almost, if not the same length as his actual torso... which... is not a size any of the women had to contend with. Ever. And their job is to tackle as many cocks as possible. The woman who just got off definitely had no intention of getting back on. He didn't fully fit into her before he came- this new size, he probably wouldn't even be able to get the head into her without making her bleed. Finally a chubbier woman with translucent golden wings decided to give it a try- in her butt. Less pleasure receptors back there, but a lot more room to flex, so his dick doesn't simply rip her in half. She sat fully on the head without it going in! She had to roll her hips, smearing the pre he was oozing out around before she finally managed to pop the head into her! She felt the corona flick back into shape inside of her somewhat locking them together. Even she could only get halfway down the shaft before she ran out of room. Two more women caressed his balls, listening to them softly gurgle- you could actually hear the fluid churning inside of them. Before long the woman moaned a bit more frantically in distress, feeling his dick AGAIN growing! Teran was experiencing too much pleasure to concentrate enough to try and stop it, and didn't really know how he was even doing it in the first place. Luckily rather than stretch her beyond her ability to and simply break the muscle ribbing in half, he managed to squirm deeper in her! His cock actually taking two corners in her intestinal lining to shove itself deeper into her than what should be possible! It is getting... softer? Bigger, but, softer, allowing it to bend, letting him shove deeper and deeper into her, threatening to penetrate her STOMACH! It seems he exceeded the ability of his heart- the blood pressure could not keep up with the growth of his cock, causing his erection to become softer and more flexible in spite of him being no less aroused and needy. She ended up burping several times on accident because his cock was shoved so deep into her body it was forcing out pockets of trapped gas from her stomach! When he climaxed again, she burped several times in rapid fire getting increasingly wet sounding before she closed her mouth and clapped her hands over her face in shock, trying to keep it in! His cock was wedged so far into her body that his cum erupted into her stomach from the bottom up, threatening to blast cum straight through her entire body! She actually needed help. Even though he returned flaccid- the dick was wedged so far into her, she was afraid it would rip her organs out along with it and two other women had to help ease her forward as a third tugged gently on the dick, unravelling it from inside of her! The women laughed nervously at one another, backing away, telling him they had a good time but also being quick to evacuate. Women would have laughed at his penis before for being too small. They had briefly giggled in glee and wonder at it. Now they laugh in nervous fear. It is a monster now, and too big to inflict pleasure. This battering ram would destroy them to try and take again. Problem is... Teran doesn't know how he did it- so he has no clue how to undo it! So, the next time he tried to visit, they told him no women were available for him. He barely caught some of them scrambling out of the room in the corners of his eyes. The women were here- they were just afraid of his giant mutant cock. And so, he had no choice but to settle for his own hands that night. Though- it is so large at this point he had to curl his whole body over to try and rub as much of it as possible. Two days later, he struggled to get off at all, it had grown again- though it was already so large that he could not visibly notice the change in size as much. Two days after that? He gave up after an hour. He cannot cover enough of the shaft to get it off properly. But having been teased without release- it answered back with a noticeable increase in size suddenly! Afraid he will grow even more, Teran almost felt like his cock was threatening him to do it or else. But... now it was even more impossible to satisfy. His heart could not erect it- it is too big. So even when as aroused as he can get, the cock is completely soft, coupled with how little of it he can actually touch at any given time... it was impossible to get off. And too big to use in anyone. His dick had become too large to actually be used! Teran vanished for quite some time- no one thought much of it. The women of the brothel just assumed he gave up because he could not use them. In truth he was not seen anywhere around after that point because he could not get off at all- and so his cock swelled to a size too big for him to even lift... which trapped him inside of his home, unable to get help. But slowly other cases started to crop up around the kingdom. Not... grow-too-big-too-move cases like Teran, but, men getting bigger endowments. Generally this was a welcome surprise and even if they hit a size that made their lover nervous- the men at least were smiling. This however prevented anyone from sounding the alarm. If anyone who has it that people know of enjoy it, then no one is going to complain, or question the fact that it is happening in the first place. So no one realizes it isn't something that should be possible, and word never travels back to the castle for Titania to realize her blessing to the king had suddenly become a contagion. And that means still more people learn of it- and unintentionally gain the ability to modify it, and thus the problem spreads still further. Become more and more impossible to get under control. Another such case was two male lovers- Anan and Keon. Anan muscular, and one of the few humans living in Faelor, lover to Keon who is handsome but a leaner man with translucent teal wings. Though handsome and manly still in appearance- Keon could not grow body or facial hair to save his life, so his less strikingly masculine appearance had him happily resign himself to be the bottom. Unlike the case with Teran, this was not a matter of size. When having sweet love one night, Keon bent over the side of the bed with Anan plowing him, they both wished for it to last longer than it normally would, and this was the force of will that bend the line of reality. Anan's cock enlarged which Keon felt in vivid detail as it was his butt stretched around the shaft at the time. It swelled at the base though, wider and wider, creating a bulge! This caused the outer skin of the shaft to pull back, wrapped around the swelling bulge, which meant it couldn't run the length of the shaft properly. The foreskin itched from tension, and with each thrust it was peeled further down the shaft!! The frenulum stretching flatter and flatter against the shaft into obscurity! The length of cock exposed above the foreskin kept increasing as the bulge grew and yanked the foreskin further down! Itch, pleasure, itch, pleasure, back and forth, in and out. Pushing in tugged at the skin drawing it back further than it's supposed to be able to. The pleasure of thrusting in was the only thing that could mute the itch of the pressure of the growing bulge yanking on the foreskin. The itch and pleasure mix into a sharp, electrical pleasure concentrated at the point where the two layers of skin peel apart- the inner shaft and the outer. Urethra clenches hard, stretching longer than the penis itself. The end of the shaft bloating wider stretching the glans into obscurity and giving his overall cock a club-like shape. The bulge finally yanks the foreskin all the way back to it! Keon is pushed into the bed aggressively and raises his butt a bit to try and shove back as best he can! His lover's cock now twice the size it had been and still changing shape! Anan shoved into him, trying to push deeper than he even can, because he can feel the skin being peeled back by the muscle ribs of Keon's inner anus! A bit more, a bit more, moooooore POP. The skin flicks past the halfway point and abruptly pops off the bulge entirely- revealing a canine knot the size of two softballs squished against one another!! Anan went to pull out in surprise but found he could not... they are tied. His knot is too big- it CANNOT be removed! The underside of the knot is the most sensitive part of a canine phallus, so pulling back so aggressively sent him into orgasm... but like a canine; rather than cum explosively at once, it was smaller jets of fluid, over a much, much longer period of time. Keon was already spent and just enjoying the aftershocks of Anan still thrusting away- his exhausted prostate wedged between shaft and the upper curve of the huge knot. Now, unlike Teran; they had no issue with size. Anan was now huge but it still fit- and they both still loved it so, no complaints. Naturally; they didn't alert anyone else as to what happened, because why would they? Though, their sex life also became considerably more active. No more dates- now their off time was almost always having another romp on the jumbo dog-bone. And the increased love making also lead to much longer cuddle sessions because, well, it's physically impossible for them to simply walk off afterwards. Anan literally cannot pull out till the knot goes soft. Keon however became increasingly obsessed with the huge doggy dong. One night, when Anan was not over for a romp, Keon's thoughts became completely enraptured in fantasizing of his lover's endowments that he started to change too. But rather than his penis change- his balls swelled bigger, heavier and fuller! Pent up and needy and no canine cock to juice himself on! Keon started to masturbate, but his entire body filled with warmth and his balls continued to slowly grow larger, churning loudly, squelching all the thick fluid inside trying to find room. He hit orgasm fairly quick due to the heightened arousal, his urethra stretched wide to try and jet it all out, but... the muscles in his pelvic floor still exhausted themselves and the orgasm tapered off... well ahead of emptying his balls! Still gurgling, still growing, he started to masturbate again immediately after! He needed to get off! But the bigger they get the more they hold... they were already too big for his orgasm to empty. He is literally making too much for him to physically be able to expel by any normal means! Bigger and heavier, filling the space between his legs, then rolling off the end of the bed. Then growing so large they compress the corner of the bed so they are both above and off the corner at the same time. He sits forward, his balls slosh onto the floor and pull his butt up to the edge of the bed forcefully. Keon groans and holds his stomach, his vision turning white a moment from a shock of pleasure! Radiating through his ENTIRE body from deep inside, he can feel his prostate throb and swell massively! Then his stomach starts to push out and tighten! Pushing on his stomach feels sooo good- it's so tight that pushing on his stomach can actually be felt all the way back to his prostate!!! His dick starts burbling up thick streams of pre like he is already having a climax! Keon is getting off from rubbing and pushing on his stomach! He doesn't even need to touch his penis! His orgasm hits so hard he bends forward and staggers onto his feet, blasting jets across the room and hitting the bottom of the wall across from him with enough force to make an audible thud when it smacks the wall, but still the orgasm tapers off while his balls are still over-full... and filling. Resting on the floor in front of him, his balls now tall enough to rise past his knees and growing! His stomach growing larger, rounder... more sensitive? Veins spread from the base of his cock, across his entire crotch and even on the underside of his stomach! He looks like he is pregnant at this point! Keep rubbing. Need to cum, too much cum needs out, NEEEEED to cum!! This time the pleasure from rubbing his stomach is so strong it feels even better than an orgasm, shocks of pleasure firing up through his entire body, whiting out his thoughts before his penis itself overloads and finally cums! He makes wet smacking sounds with his throat on complete accident- the shocks of pleasure cause muscle contractions up his entire body which causes his throat to open wide and aggressively contract while his mouth is lulled open in bliss. Still full... still need to cum! Bigger and bigger his balls and belly get, a soft divot appearing on his stomach... but... vertically. His stomach starts to resemble a giant peach in shape. The flesh is SO tight, all the nerves stretched close to the surface and his grotesquely bloated prostate pressed into the opposite side of it. His taint is bloated so massive between his legs it has the same girth as a pool noddle! But his penis oddly has not changed size in the slightest... which means it is incapable of keeping up with his balls and actual load. Each orgasm only removes a small fraction of the cum already stored in the balls, while they continue to raise their capacity and regenerate what was lost instantly. His stomach swelled tighter, the veins from his crotch spreading further up. His entire mid-section now swollen- it isn't just bulging in the front, its wrapping around the sides, bulging him out except in a shallow divot in the front and a deep divot in the back- around his spine. The bigger it gets the more sensitive it becomes, at this point Keon has forgotten about his actual cock twitching down there at all, his stomach feels better! The next time he orgasms it hit just as hard as the last time, except all the convulsing his throat was doing reflexively to the pleasure drew up some fluid too... and brought the taste of cum into his mouth. Now each testicle the size of a giant faire pumpkin and a bulbous, taught, veiny midsection that looks like he swallowed a full grown horse whole. His balls are as tall as his legs are long so he cannot walk- he would need to kick his balls forward to move his legs and they weight too much for his legs to move. He attempts to turn and flop back onto the bed but the bulge of his gut catches on the front of his balls before he can touch the bed and he ends up propped on his own genital flesh, bent over, wishing his lover were here to take his presented butt. But that want is exactly what landed him in this situation in the first place. Frantically rubbing his stomach, not even realizing he no longer has fingernails or toenails. The nails softened and were absorbed by the surrounding skin. This time when he cums the bulge of his midriff swells still larger, his entire body feels like it is being yanked longer, and his esophagus is stretched by the eruption of cum so severely that when he blasts out from his penis and mouth at the same time- the inner lining is dragged up through and out of his mouth in a rounded spike... like a giant urethral procession. Keon became so obsessed with his lover's endowments that he manifested it in his own body. Not his own genitals- his own body. The giant bulge of his gut, is a gargantuan canine knot. Now with a urethral procession replacing his mouth, his body starts to lose its shape. Not quickly, mind you. Now that his balls can eject enough cum, they have stopped growing, and simply fill quickly, till he brings himself to orgasm again. While this prevents the balls from changing any further- each ejaculation is so violently powerful and all-encompassing that the convulsions of pleasure and rapid flow of cum start to deform his entire body, a little bit more each orgasm. Torso stretching longer, starting to lose its shape. Blushing more as the veins progress up his body. Limbs shorter and rounder, softer, devolving, the mass being stolen into the body as it stretches. He reaches the bed over his knot and balls and as he grows, sliding up the sheets gives him still more pleasure as he expands to cover more and move of the bed. Hair falls out, head starts to deform. Face flattens, neck expands to equal the head and torso, erasing any definition they had against one another. More and more cum, covering the entire room now like a layer of thick paint. Each throb of pleasure all-encompassing, each one erasing more thoughts from his head, leaving only the horny ones behind. Bigger, longer, less Fae in shape. His wings devolve into bulbs of flesh and then nothing at all. Arms to odd cones of muscle, then domes of flesh, and then nothing at all. Thoughts devolve from his lover to his endowments, to orgasm and cum, to nothing beyond the concept of the pleasure. After two days Anan found it quite odd that Keon had gone silent, and his own enhanced endowments were getting needy besides, so he went to visit Keon to see what was up. By the time Anan found Keon; Keon was a room-filling canine phallus. The urethral procession pressed into the head of the bed, the shaft growing along the bed, across the room, and lightly pressing the balls into the opposite wall, which help prop up the shaft. Anan is a big man, and each testicle is still bigger than he is curled into a fetal position. The shaft weighs too much for him to even be able to lift. Two foot deep cum rushes out the door when he opened it to check on his lover. Now a gargantuan replica of his own genitals. Anan had no idea what to do about this, was a bit panicked, but also oddly aroused. At least Keon seems to be... having fun? I mean- the entire house wouldn't be drowning in cum if he didn't feel good physically at least. In his investigation however, he found at least some trace of his lover still unchanged. First was his human penis- STILL exactly the same as it has always been, still erect and spurting trying to mirror the mega shaft; but so minuscule compared to the rest of it that you'd have to be deliberately looking for it to even know it exists. The second remnant of his lover is his still intact butt. While his legs no longer have bones and had essentially sunken in and become one with his gargantuan balls- his thigh muscles retain the shape of his upper legs and lead up into his butt which remains as the connector between balls and the base of the shaft. Anan blushed, captivated by the pristine butt, soft, clenching hole, fat throbbing taint leading down into the monstrously huge balls choking the air in the room with pheromones. Keon still has a butt... so Anan can still fuck him, in spite of the entire rest of him being converted into a mega dick. Who knows? Maybe it will turn him back. Maybe he just turned into a giant penis because he was just THAT horny, and just needs relief to revert. There is no active spell effects on him, so the traditional dispels won't work on him. Anan climbed the giant balls using the looser, malleable scrotal flesh to grip and get up on top. With his butt against the far wall, he managed to thrust into the waiting hole, which immediately clenched and the inner muscles rippled up, drawing the cock deeper in, hungry for more. The prostate hidden inside was the size of a medicine ball at least. Every thrust caused another spurt of pre from both the giant and normal sized penis hidden below. When Anan climaxed it was mirrored with Keon's orgasm at the same time! So much pleasure, such an erotic event riding this giant set of genitals that his knot throbbed painfully hard... swelling to almost twice its size, now almost the size of a watermelon! Which... prevented him from pulling out. He was still hard, and cannot pull out without going soft, so after a few minutes rest, Anan just started thrusting again. And another orgasm... and another... and the two are still there now. No one has seen them in over a week, so no one knows what happened to either of them to realize something was wrong. The hormones seething off the gigantic balls unintentionally infects Anan with Keon's boundless lust, preventing him from ever going soft... which means he can never stop fucking. His cock is locked in place, inside of the gargantuan dick that used to be his lover, which mirrors everything his own cock does and experiences. Another case of something going wrong, but in a completely different way. They understood enough to know the possibility exists, which enables them to make the changes. But unlike Titania, they utterly lack the knowledge of how to use the cursed knowledge, and thus the effects are completely outside of their control. Another was a man named Thal. His girlfriend Illia loved oral. Thal's endowment was already a respectable seven inches, but Illia always put it in her mouth before he could split her peach over it. The feeling of the throbbing flesh in her mouth, the clenches and spurts from the spongy head to the movement of her tongue. She loved the control, and she loved the taste of his cum. So while she had no complaints of his size, when rumors swirled of other men suddenly becoming bigger; she idly wished he had more in the tank. Only like a palm full of cum was hardly enough to wet her taste buds and keep her always wanting more! One night she knelt down and Thal was quick to request her plump pussy instead to spear on his shaft. But Illia wanted to taste his cock! She pouted, before a wry smirk came across her face and she knelt down anyway, shoving him back into a seated position. She told him he can fuck her pussy... if he can stay hard, after she sucks him off. Neither noticed at first his balls slowly enlarging, fueled by his willpower to win her silly bet. If other men can make their dicks bigger, or even turn them into an animalistic shape, why couldn't he enhance his endurance? Well... he can- easily in fact. A bit too easily. Not only did her blast more cum that ever before- it was thick and consistent. When Illia popped off both she and Thal gawked at it, waiting for it to soften, but the penis remained hard, unwavering! Well, she already got her taste, so a deal is a deal. She nudged him to fully lay back and climbed up onto him, placing her delicate little hands on his hard chest and lowering her honey pot over his cock- already moist with arousal from sucking him off. Unseen by them both, his balls slowly continue to enlarge, now almost the size of a baseball each! Illia wondered if she would even feel him go off like this, since he already spent his load, but when he hit climax it was with an even bigger load than the first time!! She felt the growing bubble of cum building up inside of her, stretching her passage wider around it! When she popped off, she noted his dick only went soft- it didn't regress, it only went half-flaccid. She cuddled with him for a bit in the aftermath but could not help but touch his junk. Caressing the expanded curvature of his balls- noticing the size increase before he did. Her gentle caress went to slow, soft masturbation as the dick became hard again after only a short while. Before he could protest and tell her he is spent- she already turned around and put it in her mouth again! The enlarged balls roll up in the scrotum and tap her nose as she bobs on the shaft. After only a bit of her sucking on him, he erupts again just as much as before somehow! There is so much cum you can hear her audibly gulping it down! After a third orgasm in a row, Thal was so exhausted he passed out immediately. He woke up the next day to the same thing he went to sleep to- Illia hungrily sucking his dick! Him waking up caused a morning wood to form and Illia immediately tended to his achingly hard member. You could hear a quiet churning in his balls and he could feel a sort of rumbling in them from rapid activity, boiling up a new load of hot sticky love in record time. Testicles the size of softballs now, still enlarging, radiant pleasure from deep inside him as well as his prostate enlarges and shoves against its surroundings to find more space. He cums again and more than ever! He can feel his urethra stretch around the size of each blast, and each one lasts for a full second with a fraction of a second gap between in the clench before the next stream. Illia puts her lips right to the base of his cock and cradles his balls in either hand from below, refusing to remove her mouth till every last drop was drained. When he went to the bathroom to get fixed up for the day, he did his best to hide the fact that his dick is still in fact, mostly hard. He was unable to hide it from Illia for long though. With his balls taking up most of the space in his pants- his awkward erection was unable to sit IN his pants- his dick is pinned to his stomach by the waist, so she can see the bulge of the head below his SHIRT. Thal was just trying to get his thoughts straight- everything had been to frantically sexual his brain had been scrambled, and he was having a hard time getting his thoughts to connect with the hormones these overactive balls are flooding his system with. Illia did not let him try to ignore it- offering herself once more to quench its fires. Since she was offering to sit on it; Thal reluctantly let her. She did not even let him get out of the chair first, she just unzipped his pants to let it out and sat on his lap in the chair, giggling as she leaned back, squishing him against the back of the chair, then putting her own hands on the arms to lift herself and drop down onto his cock. Her pussy gripped his shaft expertly and rippled inward, flicking the flared corona as it tugs him deeper. She has strong abdominal muscles- which also means she has a strong pussy. She looked down between their legs in wide-eyed awe as she could HEAR his balls flop down. Slowly lifting, get almost to his crotch and then give up and heavily flop back down into his scrotum, with so much weight that you can hear them. Each testicle still slowly swelling, almost the size of a grapefruit each! No wonder he is so horny, his nuts are bloated up like water balloons. When he erupted into her, her pussy could only hold half the load this time! But he was STILL hard and throbbing! She turned around to face him and started to bob on him again. Thal was exhausted from all the sexual activity and just groaned at her, but at this point even Illia was a bit worried for him, and determined to get him off completely. She figured the only way to stop their growth was to utterly tap him, forcing his dick to lie down, but the opposite was in fact true. The constant demand on his genitals was causing them to try and adapt, in an effort to never disappoint. But two huge loads side-by-side with no down time was pushing their abilities. She didn't stop at all, so the pleasure just remained at a high level, so he was already at the peak to be able to orgasm- but had nothing in the tank to currently eject. Thal was breathing heavily, eyes rolled back, thoughts whited out. Illia slowed her bobbing a moment when she heard a loud gurgling from below! His balls rapidly started to expand but only in one direction! A bubble, then a huge dome, then his scrotum expands and shifts into two new chambers just in time for his balls to spawn a new, identical pair! A thin wall of muscle closes the new balls into their own chambers, holding them off the original set. Four testicles, the size of honeydew melons! The new back testicles yank up and pat Illia's butt cheeks from below as Thal erupts another massive orgasm!! His balls fire separately! When one is on cooldown, the other pair shoots, when that pair is resting, the first is once again ready! Which means... he effectively has no refractory period. He can always cum. But the hormones flooding his system are now twice as 'loud' and his body feels pent up quickly because it's not accustomed to being filled so perpetually. Illia loved the taste of this dense, almost glue-like cum so she was always happy to drink from the tap, but every time he blasted another load it was a bit bigger than the last. Through unfortunate trial-by-error learning they realized the closer together the orgasms are, the more severe the growth. He always grows a little bit- but if they wait long enough between orgasms they can minimize the growth to only about an inch in diameter, which sounds like a lot but when your balls are as big as his- it's hard to notice only an inch, because it's only a fraction of the overall size. Illia tried to look for information on the condition without spilling the beans that her boyfriend was now incapacitated by endless lust thanks to her tapping him a little too hard. Even without touching himself- his balls are getting so large and so constantly needy that he has accidentally gone from pissing to cumming on accident. Or tried to clean himself off in the shower only to shower himself with cum instead and come out goopier than when he went in. A thick, heavy protein rich diet was taking its toll on Illia as well- she went from lean, to soft, to pudgy in only a week and a half from chugging gallons of his sticky love. Now, news was slow to emerge in Faelor. People generally do not talk openly about their sex lives to others, so when problems arose they attempted to be discreet in their hunt for a cure like Illia, or just hope it will fix itself, just like it seemingly appeared for no reason. By the time the situation spirals wildly out of control- the endowments immobilize the man and thus prevent them from seeking help. But worried girlfriends and wives emerged, and then some men became too big to contain in any capacity and exposed themselves without even meaning to. A now plump Illia decided to go to the authorities, in spite of how embarrassing the situation is to explain, when one day she woke up on a mattress of scrotal flesh. Two testicles in the bedroom, one in the hall outside the door and one had grown so large overnight it actually broke the roof and was half inside of the room ABOVE the bedroom! Cum rushes out of his cock in a lazy arch like a garden hose as he softly rubs just the top of his cock idly. Thal himself is completely out of it at this point. He did not panic and raise the alarm because his brain's conscious thoughts are whited out by a toxic-level flood of hormone from his four mega-balls. His body is acting on instinct alone- the need for release overriding everything else, so he does not even acknowledge Illia worriedly trying to check on him other than to simply look at her and smile dumbly, never missing a stroke on his cock. The scrotal flesh is strung between the balls like a loose, warm, canopy. It doesn't make for a very good surface to walk on, but as she is tiny in comparison and it covers half the entire house- she sort of had no choice but to climb across it to get out. There is only enough room between the furthest testicle and roof for her to crawl on all fours to squeeze out around and slide off the far side back onto the actual floor. The entire house smells thickly of his musky nuts. She dread having to seek out a city guard and trying to explain she over-sexed her boyfriend into growing a building-crushing sized four pack of balls, but this was obviously well out of their hands to fix. They needed the authorities for this. Wasn't she surprised when she was walking in the laneway out to the main street and came across a penis as thick as she is tall. The head of the penis alone was bigger around than her whole body, it was just laying lazily in the laneway! Up over an overhang on a side door, through a hole that formerly had a window in it and vanishing into the building. Who does this monster belong to?? There was just enough space between the giant glans and a fence for her to squeeze past and get to the main street- there was very little traffic at this point, where was everyone? She walks up toward the nearest intersection trying to spot a guard- or at this point; literally anyone. Across the way she saw a woman helping a man out of their house- because he has a bouquet of dicks sprouted from his crotch. As thick as a wrist and a bit longer than his arms each- he has five cocks branching from his crotch, bobbing around out of the opening in his pants since... well, it is physically impossible to fit those inside of his pants. Hearing some voices further up the street Illia raced ahead, now realizing her problem with Thal is not an embarrassing anomaly- they were far from the only ones dealing with a phallic issue. She found a small crowd of concerned people, a destroyed horse wagon, and several guards trying to question and settle down three men who... er, shared endowments, for lack of a better way of simplifying it. Three men had grown larger cocks but like Thal- most of their change was in their balls becoming enormous. Because their changes were so similar, they found one another and were trying to figure out what the common thread between them was to figure out just what caused them to change like this. But, because they were together when they grew... their balls merged when they experienced their latest growth! The left testicle of one man was fused to the right testicle of the man to his left, and the left testicle of the man to his right. So they each had two balls, but shared either testicle with the man on either side of him, so all three were forced to face one another, the three scrotums merged into a circle. Because their already large balls merged together- it doubled their size. Each testicle almost the size of the destroyed horse wagon nearby... which is probably what destroyed it. One of them attempted to get in to ride to help only to overgrow the wagon. Well, the guards found them, since they are stuck in the middle of a public crossing and everyone can see their mutated endowments. Unfortunately they could offer no help themselves. There is no ether manipulation, no expended mana- this is not magic. Something only magic should be able to do, but no magic to be found. No one had any clue how to fix this because no one knew what the hell caused it in the first place. That was what the shouting was about that attracted Illia. The men were obviously in a panic and getting frustrated with the guards' questions. Even the authorities could not help- and so word was finally sent back to the royal palace, and Titania was alerted to the issue. The royal legion was immediately mobilized. Anyone in possession of a penis who knew what was going on- was already doomed. They ironically could not tell people what was happening to try and save them because informing them would 'infect' them too. Only the ignorant would survive this. Another such case before word had gotten out was a man named Ander. Similar to Keon his situation stemmed from obsession. He had a collection of... unique art, of humans or fae that are also half animal. He had frequently used magics to transform himself into animals in his private time for a little fun- he even had a semen collection mound meant for horses in his bedroom! But, he could never go outside like that. Though he feels more comfortable in skins not his own... as Faelor is a magically adept kingdom, anyone would be able to tell the beast they are looking at isn't really a beast, but a man transformed. Even if Ander felt comfortable in that form, having everyone else cock their eyebrows and snub their noses at him because of it would sort of negate the comfort. So when word got around to people learning of a magicless cock-manipulation technique, he was very much interested. But could find no specific details himself. The next time he masturbated though, to a finely chiseled sculpture of a rearing stallion, he found his phallus transforming without him activating any spells. Like all the others- he had gained the power to manipulate what is and is not, without realizing, or understanding how to turn it off or on. He did not need more cum than he could produce, or need a bigger cock. Ander needed a cock that was not his own- he wanted the endowments of a stallion and so that is what he unintentionally manifested. His penis swelled fatter at first, the skin thickening making it feel softer on the surface without actually getting softer. The skin started to darken, looking a grey-pink before the added layers of skin started to stretch longer, lengthening the shaft as the folds of skin that are his new sheath unravel, telescoping his cock out to new heights. Darker still, base grey skin with a slight rosen hue. The foreskin clenches, squeezing the cock within for a moment, bulging out as a ring of muscle forms around the edge of it and Ander realizes it is a medial ring. What had been the end of his foreskin... was now just the halfway point. Even partially transformed he was plenty familiar enough with this shape to recognize what was happening immediately, which only made him still more aroused. Never mind porn or an actual partner- he was turned on plenty just by his own body. New lengths of soft skin formed under the existing ones that now formed a sheath, so he could firmly grip his cock at the base and feel the new flew bloat under his grip and slide out. Unlike on an actual horse- his sheath was not adhered to his underside, it just free-hangs from his crotch... so it is technically just additional, extra squishy length of dick. The skin keeps darkening. The crinkles of the skin on his scrotum smooth out. The longer sparse hairs are replaced with a nearly invisible peach-fuzz. The skin darkens so much the grey over the inherent rose hue mixes to almost make it look bruise-purple, before the rosen hue starts to fade. Purple-ish to base grey, to dark charcoal grey. His balls engorge, tightening and swelling like a flexing muscle till they are the size of an ostrich egg each in a smooth dark scrotum. The inner skin peeling out from under what had formerly been his foreskin creates an almost itchy feeling, making Ander immediately grip his cock higher up just below as if to usher more dick out of him, faster. Horse cock is so big that it is telescopic, so the length collapses or unravels from folds of itself. The blood pressure surged higher faster than his cock could grow, causing the glans to flare wider and deform, contorted by the sheer force of his erection into an inhuman shape. The corona lined with sensitive bumps, the head stretched flatter with deep divots defining its face, the urethral opening in a procession sunken within a pit in the center of the face. His shaft stretching out from the medial ring however is pink- closer to his natural skin color, ignoring the darkness of the lower shaft. The cock becomes dappled at the halfway point. By the time it stopped extending, his cock is longer than his legs are and the glans flare almost as wide as a dinner plate. When he turns his cock wobbles with a noticeable lag because of how long and heavy it is. It is too heavy to stand itself upright anymore- when erect it just points straight out from his crotch. Ander took no time at all, gripping below the flared glans and the other hand just over the medial ring and got himself off almost instantly! Ander actually enjoyed this change- a lot. So he also did not tell anyone else about it, because why would he? He had plenty of fun with it like this, and just shrugged it off when the dark charcoal grey veins spread around his crotch from its base. Horse's groins are very vascular. His abs even gained definition- somehow giving him more muscle mass without doing any exercises. Again, a welcome change, so he never thought to question it. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, right? But then he started to wonder... of the other anthro forms he fantasized of. He didn't even have spells for some of these forms... but could he do it now? He managed to will his dick into the shape of a horse's endowments so... could he swap out for another phallus too? What if... he had a serpent's hemipene? INTENSE phallic barbs and best of all... two cock for the price of one? Well, while idly gripping his shaft in admiration of its current form and thinking of what it could be- he did in fact start to adopt serpent traits... but rather than swap... it just added. Because subconsciously he doesn't want to give up the horsecock, so he doesn't. This however also applies to the size. It added the size of a serpent's endowments onto the size of a horse cock. Now, you'd probably be thinking- serpents are not that big, how much size it could it possibly add? Well, imagine the serpent was so large that its body was the same girth as Ander's humanoid torso, now imagine how big its phallus are in comparison to that body. THAT is the size it is adding. The first change this time around was the bumps around the corona- normally rounded and subdued, they start to stretch into rounded cones instead. Then his phallus was over-filled, becoming achingly tight as the shaft starts to split, creating a deeper divot on the spine of the cock, before another forms down the middle of the widening urethra. Wider and wider the shaft gets as the divot up the middle deepens and eventually splits all the way through as the glans start to take on a figure-eight shape and pop apart into two separate glans, forking the urethra as well. Spike-like phallic barbs form on the shaft, but only the pink flesh of the upper penis. Held taut on blood pressure alone- though they are stiff, they are not actually rigid enough to hurt anything in spite of them looking rather sharp and brutal in appearance. As they are a point of friction- they are also a notable pleasure-point for the owner. It feels great dragging them on a surface, bending them and feeling them flick back into position. Ander could get off just brushing his hand over the barbs alone! They grow huge just under the corona as if to try and match its circumference, but then each row gets progressively smaller, tapering off to tiny stiff bump above the medial ring. Ander could not even piston his shafts at this point- too much pleasure, too sensitive. He just dug his fingers between barbs and gripped the lower forest of barbs and simply vibrated his hands up and down against them and that already had him spurting pre like a broken faucet. But his phalluses were not done. The size of a giant serpent started to apply itself, and his grip slid further down his shafts as they outgrew his arm length by even more. The flare, the barbs, and the shaft itself grew larger in all dimensions, making his cocks expand larger the further away from him they get, adopting the more club-like shape a snake hemipene has. The weight of the blood welling up toward their ends was tremendous- Ander felt that if he turned around too quickly the momentum of his dicks might be strong enough to yank the entire rest of him down with them. The end of the shafts as wide as his thighs, the glans flare twice the width of his entire head! The larger of the phallic barbs now look like something that belongs on a savage medieval weapon! Desperate to get off before they grow too big to tame, he collected what he could, either shaft in its own hand and bowed forward while lifting the dicks up, trying to rub them between his body and hands to get as much flesh covered as he is able to. This put his head between the forests of barbs on either dick, with the glans radiating heat, wobbling around over his head! Hugged on both sides by his own phallic flesh!! He erupted quickly enough, between how turned on he was by this strangely mutated member and the heightened sensitivity making up for his lack of ability to cover it all. Tired from the transformation and explosive orgasm, he didn't even notice his tailbone pushing out into a chubby cone of muscle. He got himself cleaned off, but the member engorged again from him trying to clean it off, rubbing between all the barbs in the shower and he ended up getting off again- almost plugging the drain in the shower with the volume of cum from his huge nuts. Ander fell asleep almost as soon as he dried off and his sleep was filled with erotic dreams of his new member and also what other shapes he could possibly take. If he could do this, what other cool shapes could he adopt? But as he tosses and turns in his sleep, the veins around his groin get still fatter. His muscles bulk up in his torso. Then his thighs become enormously muscular. The changes and erotic dreams cause him to moan and thrust his engorged beast cock into the air while still sleeping- the giant phallus arched over his entire body and erupting against the wall past the headboards! Having yet another orgasm put him even deeper into his sleep if anything. His toes curled in pleasure but then locked in that position! The bones growing larger, squishing and fusing together! His middle toe growing so large it was effectively devouring the other digits as his feet get longer and his toenail becomes enormously thick and large. The translucency is replaced with charcoal grey as the layers of keratin build... leaving him with horse hooves. The tail behind him grows larger and larger, keratin stiffening the flesh into sections once it exceeds two feet in length, hardening into snake scales. But his current dream is of neither species. Instead it is based on a goliath of an anthro he had seen in the past. Slowly his twin dicks get still larger, but mostly in length... and the longer they get, the more mobile they become. Bending and twisting in the air over him almost like serpents themselves, becoming prehensile... like the phallus of a whale. Once his tail exceeds the length of his legs it starts to develop huge meaty fins on the end, giving its overall shape that of a whale's tail, but scaled like a snaked. The dull navy blue scales start to form further up, crawling up his backside in a diamond shaped patch- getting widest across the small of his back and then narrowing the rest of the way up, finally giving up entirely at the base of his neck, if only because of the prickly hairs starting to sprout in a line there. By the time his body recovered enough energy for him to wake his cocks were throbbing with pleasure again- twisted around one another, tangling the barbs on each other to trigger themselves without his conscious input at all! His shock at the sight caused them to pause though. His ears are already leaf shaped, and there is a hole at the bottom middle of his forehead connecting directly into his sinuses! He has a whale's blow-hole! He squirms from the sensation of hairs poking out quickly on the back of his neck as a horse's mane forms. The veins pull taught and fatten in his neck before the muscle bulks up tremendously, and solidifies so hard it pushes his neck up! The vertebrae are being forced to grow larger to keep up, making his neck a LOT thicker and a bit longer. In his confusion of waking up to this, Ander runs through the various forms in his head trying to identify which he has unintentionally given himself so he can try and isolate and get rid of them. They are no longer isolated though- the animal traits he had given his cock have bled back into the rest of his body as reality attempts to create some logical cohesion to the form he had given himself. At this point his dicks are longer than his body is- his balls about the size of a honeydew melon each. This changes again though... in thinking of forms to identify what he already has- he unintentionally added another to the pile. His hands click and pop, the joints stiff and snap into new alignments in his attempts to move them, trying to somehow physically resist the changes and failing utterly. Nails bulk up on four digits while his thumbs regress, left behind as the rest of his hand stretches out. Not a singular digit- cannot be horse hooves, serpents do not have limbs in the first place, and whales have flippers. The middle two fingers grow the largest, forcing the others to fold in toward each other on the back of what was formerly his hand, becoming dew claws- a cloven hoof. Dew claws are fairly close to the primary segments though, and thus close to the ground when walking... porcine hooves. Several barbs on both shafts expand from the bottom up, the lopsided pressure in their base causes them to curl over, and the moment they rest onto one another, the skin fuses together and they bloat up into a ridge. A spiraling ridge of over-sensitive flesh that flares further from the shaft the higher up it goes till its transitions into the corona of the horse flare. The corkscrew shaped glans of a boar cock! Ander groans loudly, trying to get out of bed, unintentionally gripping the side of his bed with his dicks to help himself out. As soon as he slides off the side of the bed to land on his horse hooves his legs shove up harder than expected and cause his pelvis to snap loudly! He freezes in surprise, worried he somehow broke something, but then the pelvis mends itself much larger than it started...but also, in a quadruped orientation... preventing him from walking on two legs. He can STAND on two legs, but he cannot walk like that. Ander knew he needed to get help though, and his mind was clouded with all the sensations and hormones. He tried to proceed forward, just blindly making for the front door but as soon as he took a step he fell forward onto his hands. The clicks and snaps in his hands already, went into rapid-fire as if the impact forced them to speed up. While the scales of his tail progressed down the outer sides of his legs leaving the inner sides naked. His arms however gained a pelt of coarse boar fur, starting from his new cloven hooves up to his shoulder blades before transitioning to a shimmering dark brown horse pelt on his neck and starting to consume his face! His vision vibrated, his thoughts jumbled of conflicting instincts as his pupils stretched into horizontal rectangles! His iris expanded so large they hide the whites of his eyes, creating the illusion that their coloration is far darker than it actually is. Nostrils flare enormous, his sinuses expand, deepening the blowhole already between his eyes. His entire skull starts to push out! Because the changes are in his own skull, the sound of groaning and stretching bone sounds incredibly loud to him even though it really isn't. Canine teeth on his upper jaw grow enormously, overgrowing the mouth trying to contain them, and curling up around his lips, forming into giant boar tusks! His face is taking the shape of a horse, with horse pelt sneaking in from his hair line and across his cheeks from his neck. Boar traits cause his testicles to gurgle and expand tremendously, swelling from honeydew melons to something closer to a large pumpkin or medium sized beach ball! His giant whale fin slaps the floor in idle impatience. His hormones cause him to forget his distress and attempt to get help and instead he coils his mutant phallus around his limbs before bringing their heads together just under his own, hooking and flicking the barbs together while he lowers his face to nibble the flared ridge of both horse and boar cock. His legs are at least twice as long as his arms making him a bit lopsided, but his upper body is also tremendously muscular compared to the back, and the muscle-hump of his upper back causes his backside to be perfectly level in spite of the lopsided limbs. Ander never overgrew his home, but he also transformed too far to know to seek help, so he remained in his home, sleeping, eating, and masturbating, reveling in his exotic new pleasure. Mind to regressed to realize there is anything wrong in the first place. No one knows there is a problem, till it is already too late, and already spread to so many others. Ander actually got off relatively easy- he is still mobile, can still look after himself in spite of his condition. But he only stopped changing because his mind devolved to a point where he forgot the blighted knowledge. The changes are from rewriting reality itself, so... there is no actual limit to how many animals he could have kept stacking, it could have gone on infinitely. When it came to Olen the masseuse things were considerably more awkward. The capital was already in a panic and trying to round up the affected by the time anything happened to Olen- but he does not live in the capital. Titania was unaware just how far and wide the problem had already spread. The fact that they could not tell the people what was happening because the knowledge itself would doom them, meant they could only locate and round up the people the royal legion itself was able to find. If someone was holed up in their home and no one knew anything was wrong in the first place- the legion will not find them, either. Olen had heard about trouble in the capital, and the rumors of expanding endowments but like most people was unaware those two things were actually one and the same. He simply busied himself with his job, relieving stress of other people with his expert hands. If anything, business increased because it was becoming increasingly clear something was horribly wrong in the capital if the royal legion was mobilized, and when people get too tense from hearing bad news- they go to Olen. Olen actually has three sets of oval shaped wings- all translucent yellow with gold veins. His hair and short beard a golden blonde and combed neatly. White t-shirt of thin stretchy material so you can see the contours of his well-sculpted torso under it and simple black pants. Men and women alike visit him for his hands though. Strong, large hands that know all the twists and turns of the muscles in the human body, so he can find and untie knots through the skin. He had been at this job for some time so he handled it professionally. Sure, it involved plenty of topless Fae women, and yea, they did often moan rather sensually when he rubs them. Normally he just smiles and continues his work unbothered. But lately he found himself getting a little aroused by it. The naked flesh he runs his hands across, the oil-glistening curvature of the beautiful Fae women face-down in the massage table. The perfect little venus dimples in their lower back, their perfect little bubble butts covered only by a towel resting loosely on top of it. His ears heat up, then his face blushes. Luckily they are always face-down for this, so they cannot see how flustered he is. Olen normally is not like this. It was so subtle at first he thought he was imagining it. A warm, gentle tingle in his arms and his heart rate flutters a moment at a woman's long-held moan from his touch. It kept happening though. Whenever someone squirms, or moans, Olen can somehow feel a pleasure in his own body- firing up from the point of contact to his own heart. He was somehow sharing pleasure with his customers. He had been doing as good of a job as he can to uphold his reputation and help people but now he was also trying to cause as much pleasure as possible with it because it echoed back into him! After two days of his he noticed the veins in his arm were rather pronounced- bigger, and bulged further out. Some strange side-effect? Increased circulation? His hands were naturally very soft- he almost always has oil on them, but his skin became even softer, and by the fourth day he noticed he had no hair on his arms anymore. Without his notice- the peach fuzz that normally covers most of the human body had fallen out, leaving most of his body abnormally smooth. The crinkles of skin over his knuckles smoothed out. The lines in his palms? Gone. He even noticed his fingernails bend unusually easy. Normally if you bent a fingernail at all- it will hurt, a lot. It also takes a good bit of a force to do. His deform pretty easily now, and it doesn't hurt. By the fifth day he noticed in his reflection his arms look a bit... chubby? But the rest of him is still the same. How do you gain weight in your arms and nowhere else? Perhaps it was the increased circulation thanks to the enlarged veins, making his arms a bit meatier looking. His customers had no complaints- still did his job as well as ever and Olen shivered now in satisfaction as the echoes in his own body became louder. Even when the customer was not writhing or moaning themselves, he felt a very mild warm pleasure radiating in his hands up into his body. It felt GREAT when they felt great, but it felt good ALL the time. With his eyes on his customer's body or rolled up into his head from a particularly strong pulse of pleasure, Olen failed to notice his arms visibly throb. It was unnoticeably tiny when it happened- but each throb left them a bit pudgier looking, a bit more swollen and sensitive. Each pulse growth was unnoticeably tiny, but after an entire day of it happening as he worked, it started to add up. He was confused when he returned home that night. It almost looked like he was having an allergic reaction to something, only instead of his arms being red and sore they were just bloated and felt GREAT. Like, way better than arms are supposed to be able to feel. Even prodding his own arms trying to figure out what was happening to him- the touch felt electric. He had to will himself to stop touching them. A night of frantically erotic and confusing dreams he woke up to his condition being even worse. His arms were actually a bit stiff. Right down to his fingertips he was so bloated that it became difficult to bend the joints. Normally he would have closed shop and ignored work for the day to go to a doctor but... it... felt GOOD. If it was bad, why did it feel so good? And his customers loved his touch regardless! Granted- they are face down on the table when he actually works on them, so he can very easily avoid showing them his arms. He did not want to freak anyone out, so he never let anyone see his arms between massages. He pushed it a bit too far though. Early on in the seventh day he knew he was getting worse again, but mid-session he could not stop without alerting people he was mutating weirdly. With the legion combing the capital? He did not want to land on some magical autopsy table, so he just tried to play it off, and massage them regardless. Even the pores on his arms looked unusual. The skin rubbery feeling, oddly bouncy. His fingers looking wider and rounder, palms swelling up huge! His arms getting thicker, the fat veins drumming in them hard, making his heart flutter in his chest. Every little touch, brush, rub felt so good. Their well sculpted, oil-slick bodies so beautiful. He craved the touch! No, he needed it. An addiction- obsession! He needed to touch more! The contact was so divine! You can't even really see his elbows at all now, just a divot where his elbow should be, where his arms bend. The wrist is entirely invisible and the body of his hands is bloated so round it's starting to swallow his fingers! His skin is so rubbery, hot, and smooth that it sort of doesn't matter what part he touches them with at this point, it all feels good. The constant pleasure was making his balls dance up and down in his scrotum energetically, swelling bigger and bigger. Normally pleasure like this would build at a steady rate, peak, and cause them to release their load. But this pleasure was coming from a part of the body it isn't supposed to, and instead of steadily climbing it just stays at the same level constantly, teasing them, and so their load only gets bigger with time. The waist of his pants starting to pull away from him- his balls taking up all the room. The timer buzzed, startling him, realizing the session was over, and he scrambled out of view before the customer could get up and turn around to see him. His arms still throbbed, skin so taut and smooth, each pulse threatening to swell him larger. He crossed his arms, touching himself with them, he needed more, more touch! His hands inflating even worse, becoming even wider than his arms, swallowing his fingers so they were nothing more than five wiggling bumps on the face of what are now giant glans. His arms the shafts- his hands the phallic glans, his arms have turned into giant cocks. He twitches with every pulse of pleasure- like from his normal cock except a hundred times louder, bigger, more deafening. His entire body shakes with the echo of pleasure, his heart beat syncs to the pleasure, forgetting its own rhythm entirely. Getting stiffer, harder to move, harder to touch himself. The divot on the bloated heads that were his palms are now the divot leading into the frenulum of the mega dicks. Soft folds of skin that formed where his wrists tried to bend became a subdued foreskin. Muscle control started to fade from his fingers- so even internally he could no longer feel them move. The bones are long gone, the muscles being repurposed. No hint of the digits remain on the surface of the taut, rubbery head of the phallus. Too big, stretching longer than his arms were, longer than his body is tall! The glans on these new penis bigger than his actual head. Bigger, more swollen, tighter. Their weight pulls him forward and he ends up propping himself up on the floor with his giant cocks. He then rubs the heads against the tile floor to continue to pleasure himself, since he can no longer bend them at all to touch himself otherwise. Shoulders locking up, 'arms' being forced apart, too erect to even bend forward, he falls to the floor, forced into a T-pose. His face turns beet red, his vision turns red. His heart feels like it is trying to punch its way out of his rib cage and his moans are all breathless and desperate. His now watermelon sized testicles rupture the entire front of his pants open, yank up, and his entire body arches! Both penis erupted a gigantic blast of cum! The orgasm was so explosive he ended up whiting out before it was even able to taper off! He woke up with his arms flaccid again, though still very much dicks. In their limp form they feel even more tremendously heavy because their rigidity isn't helping support any of the weight. He can move them, at least. No fingers, but he can loosely bend the dicks around as if they were sort-of arms. The first thing he did was close up the parlor properly to make sure no one comes looking for him. It is clear now he cannot be working in his condition. He was also afraid trying to use these cocks would make the condition worse... but, a little late for that, yea? His body still shivered, cringing in the absence of touch. The obsessive need to touch anything, everything, all the time. Restrained only by the fear of what he is doing to himself. But the need-fueled fantasies made his balls churn, and without release... they slowly grow heavier and rounder. Like ripening fruit. Living off of snacks and water from the lounge, Olen remained barricaded in the closed massage parlor, afraid of going out at risk of how people would react. He has no idea why he started to change, but he does have an inkling that his prodding it and leaning into the urges is what resulted in it turning his arms into giant dicks, which made it that much harder to come forward about it. This isn't some invasive infection or plague... this is the monstrous form of his own desire, let off its leash. Without bounds of logic or restrictions, this is what he turned himself into. Eventually in spite of his efforts to resist, his giant balls demanded release and his cocks erected, preventing him from moving them. He could not even move around in the parlor without accident hitting things on either side of the room with them, sending shocks of pleasure through his system with every touch, mind numbing, giving in, and erupting everywhere! He has no idea how long he remained holed up in the parlor with the lights off. Kept the lights off half to avoid people realizing he was in the building still, and half out of fear of looking at himself onto to realize he has gotten even worse, instead of better. Balls kept growing, dragging on the floor whenever he moves around. Stomach started to round out too, convulsing hard when he orgasms... it wasn't actually his stomach, it is his prostate. So monstrously huge now that its curvature is shoving his gut out. Which means if he bumps his stomach into anything, he cums almost instantly and blacks out from input overload to his nervous system. Balls kept getting bigger and bigger, so hard to drag them around to move. They are so large he just sits on them rather than attempting to use the actual furniture. Too big, too malformed. He cannot win this, this is not getting better or going away on its own, he reluctantly finally caved and left the parlor to get help. As painfully embarrassing as this is, he NEEDS help. He cannot fight his own lust and hope to win. He cannot bring himself to want to win, and is thus doomed to fail. He left the parlor into broad daylight, blinking and squinting to adjust to the light again, but did not see anyone. Where... is everyone? Abandoned horse carriage in the middle of the street? Turns a corner and comes face to face with the helmet-shaped glans of a penis that is as tall resting against the ground as the second floor of the buildings on either side of it, as it penetrates the entire length of two blocks. An entire half of a building collapsed as a single giant testicle ruptured through it. A man who is a head, a torso and one arm, and transitions instead into a forest of cocks that get increasingly large the further from his still-human half they go. There is five dicks so monumentally huge they are the girth of a guard tower and skewer the lower level of the atmosphere, putting the glans at the same level as the clouds, and all five are twisted around one another to form a gargantuan monument, visible from many, many miles away. You cannot even see some streets, it is just a canopy of scrotal flesh strung between clusters of building-sized testicles. Sometimes you find a giant cock and balls, and nothing else- the former owner literally turned into his own endowments. Sometimes a face remains on the underside of the glans where the frenulum should be- the corona covers their eyes when it engorges. Just a perverse reminder that this phallic obelisk was once a man. The other end of the two floor-tall glans Olen first encountered? Another one. They run the length of two city blocks and converge into a cluster of pseudo-balls. The street-penetrating cocks used to be the legs of the man. Now clusters of men lie around the base, their stomachs grown gigantic as their entire bodies converted into testicles to feed the monster. Two more giga dicks penetrate streets in the opposite direction- formerly the man's arms. What had been his torso and head is just a fifth cock- the only one that stands upright, stuck facing the sky in unending erection. Though comically small compared to the rest of its form- if you look closely you can still see his eyes on the forward slope of the glans... the urethral opening was formerly his mouth. Cocks having grown out of one building and into the one across from it. Filling hallways or entire streets. Balls that could roll over and crush buildings if they decide to start churning. Literal rivers of cum run through streets, the smell of sex permeating the air everywhere in the kingdom. Bristly pink pyramid? Oop, no, feline penis that just grew to obscene proportions. Canine cock the length of a telephone poll with a knot that is so big around you could use it to plug a volcano. Could mistake it at a distance as a giant red pumpkin parade balloon. Even three men who grew tower-sized six floor tall horse cocks, but did so a weee bit too close to one another, and trapped them perpetually frotting, because all three urethra fused together. So three shafts, three heads, but only one urethra in the middle. Half-mile long whale dorks, using their prehensile reach to seek out targets to penetrate, independent of their owner. It was then Olen paused in the streets and plopped down on the pre-cum glistening road and realized... there is nowhere to go for help. You can see cocks and balls bigger than buildings off into the distance, all the way back to the capital. All over the kingdom. All men, everywhere. The only ones safe are the women who did not have dicks to modify in the first place. There is no cure for this. The laws of reality can no longer be stood on as a foundation. No one can fight this because some part of them wants this- this grotesque display of malformed sexual meat was born from their desire. Even if their conscious minds scream at their desires in embarrassment and shame, the other half of their mind will still want it. At best they make a stalemate- one cannot overwhelm the other. Olen groans, a mighty gurgle from his prostate bloating his stomach out. He... gives up. There is no cure, no help to seek. No reason to fight this anymore. His cock arms expand even bigger- stretching upward as the bulge of massive urethra become visible under his arms and down his sides, disappearing into the curvature of his expanding bubble of a belly as it starts to grow larger than the rest of him, throbbing with pleasure. Visibly pulsing, sending jets of pre up through his arms. He looks at his growing balls, realizing what he thought was his legs sinking into the soft scrotal flesh is just some remnant muscles stretching out across the surface of the scrotum... his balls grew so large they absorbed his legs entirely. Oh well. Where was he going to go with legs anyway? It is dicks as far as the eye can see. Soon Olen is merely a human head and neck attached to a giant throbbing prostate, with cocks growing off either side of it, leading to two gigantic balls that help prop him up. He would not be left there alone for long though. The bigger and more malformed each man becomes, the closer he unintentionally grows to others, and when they meet- they fuse together. They are all born of desire and all melt the fabric of reality for the same perverse need, so when they physically meet, the line between one and the other becomes non-existent. Multiple shafts half-merged together, telephone poll sized veins squirming around the surface like great purple serpents as the shafts seethe through the city streets like a tidal wave of flesh. Men partially fused together, sharing endowments that would humble mountains, or singular men with so many endowments their body becomes lost in a forest of their own meat. This could have been the end of the world. Anyone who witnesses any of this first hand, becomes part of it. The dread knowledge itself is what causes it. So, the only way to stop the spread is to seal away the knowledge. With nothing else to be done- Titania used her magic to seal the entire kingdom of Faelor under a dome of overturned stone drawn from the mountains around the kingdom, casting the kingdom in unending darkness. All contact with the outside world is severed. As for the women? Well, in truth- they were fine, actually. They don't have cocks, so they can't lose control like the men did. Titania can- but she actually knows how to control the power, so it will never happen to her, and she keeps Oberon in check, so the kingdom's rulers remain in place, eternally watching over things. The men had no shortage of pleasure, no shortage of cum... which means they can still father children, in spite of their grotesque forms. Because of how wildly their bodies are malformed, they actually do not age at all. Fae already live for a very long time- the men were now effectively immortal. Most cannot move, almost all of them share a body at some connection point, and half of them can no longer hold a coherent thought for more than two seconds... but the women can still tend to their needs. They rebuilt their homes around their new writhing ocean of flesh, using superstructures to somewhat contain the phallic monstrosities to prevent them from annihilating things on accident by simply moving around. A giant, bubbling, churning lake of pure semen, bordered by lust reddened glans the size of buildings, mountain-length shafts lying on top of one another, tangled around, twisted, and sometimes fused together into a colossal web of veiny flesh. The torch light that still illuminates the streets reflect off the glistening flesh of the men. Though eternally cursed beyond all repair- Faelor still stands, hidden off any known map, and removed from historical records to save the outside world from knowing too much and befalling the same fate. But, you do not know that. Right? Because if you did...