Bigger Isn't Always Better
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Bigger Isn't Always Better
By William W. Kelso
I shifted to try to find a more comfortable position, the chain attached to the heavy collar around my neck rattling. I had long ago stopped screaming for help, only the one who had imprisoned me in this dark basement could hear me, the one I had come to for help, the one who had done this to me. She said she could help me, could stop what was happening, and I had believed her. Instead I had woken up here, chained to the wall like an animal, and as helpless as one. Not that I could walk anymore, not now. I looked down at myself and whimpered, it was so unfair, all I'd wanted to be was normal. Now I belonged in a circus for sexual freaks. I whimpered again as I looked at the huge three foot long limp penis lying on the floor between my spread legs, and the two bowling ball sized balls nestled next to it, but it would grow even larger the next time I got an erection, which would be soon. Even as I thought about it the thick organ stirred, and pulsing and throbbing began to stiffen. Oh God, not again! With a sob I leaned forward and stroked the huge shaft, gasping from the pleasure. Soon it was rock hard and aching, and incredibly sensitive. It leaked pre all the time, a large slimy puddle pooled under the head. I lifted it up trying to keep it off the old cum soaked mattress I was lying on, but had to let it flop back down a few minutes later as it was just too big and heavy now. I moaned as the throbbing increased, lust and need washing over me. Leaning forward again I scooped some pre out of the large puddle and smeared it over my shaft, and then began rocking back and forth as I stroked myself with both hands, and it took me over an hour to reach orgasm, to satisfy the demanding ache in my loins. I gasped and sobbed in effort as I masturbated, desperate to reach the release I needed so very badly. It took me longer each time, and I had to do it more often. I had no choice; once the arousal started it would only increase until I was screaming in lust if I didn't satisfy it. And I screamed anyway when my orgasm came, and my cock exploded blasting huge strands of gooey cum across the floor in front of me, to join the thick sticky puddles already there from my previous ejaculations. When my cock stopped pumping I lay back with a groan of exhaustion, but knew it was only temporary, soon I would driven to pleasure myself again, I had no choice. The choice was either pleasure myself or go insane with lust. I must have pumped out gallons by now, where did all come from?? And every time I came I was a little bit larger afterwards, the growth slow, but steady. When, oh when, would she visit me again?
I remembered how it started; was it just a few days ago? Like all normal healthy young men my age I was very interested in girls, and of course sex. But the problem was the size of my penis. It was embarrassingly small, about 2 1/2 inches long. My balls were normal sized though. The doctor had some fancy term for it, but all it meant to me was the girls would laugh at me. So I became obsessed with increasing the size of my penis, by any means. I looked into; and took drugs, but nothing. I thought about getting an extension, or transplant, or something, but no luck. Dick transplants are not an accepted surgical procedure. I even tried stretching. Nothing worked, my dick stayed puny and I hated it. And here I was in my 40's, and still a fucking virgin. Then I heard a rumor about a woman, a witch or Voodoo Queen or something, that could supposedly help with "male problems". I finally met a guy who swore she'd given him a potion that added four inches to his cock, and when I told him my problem he had smiled and given me her phone number. I had called the number and made an appointment. Keeping that appointment was the biggest mistake I ever made in my life, but what happened after was my own damn fault.
The lady, Madam Cleo, had a little shop in an older building in the old downtown district, the kind of area where you kept the windows of your car rolled up and doors locked when you were passing through, and didn't stop for any reason. Every other building on the block was boarded up or there was just a vacant lot, all except for her place. The large old building had two stories, the first being her shop, the second being her living quarters, and; as I found out, she also had a secret basement where she did...things. The best way to describe the place was "Occult Supplies and Weirder Stuff", she just called it "Madam Cleo's". She was a very imposing middle aged lady with a powerful stocky body, but wasn't fat or ugly, and she had truly impressive breasts, the kind you can't help staring at. Her voice sounded Southern and had that smooth New Orleans accent with maybe a little Cajun or Creole thrown in. She was what they used to call "high color" which meant she was a blend of different races, white, black, with maybe some Indian thrown in. She was beautiful in an intimidating, almost overwhelming, kind of way. I wanted her the second I saw her, any man would. I had not yet told her my "problem", and was horribly embarrassed to tell her. I mean, how do you tell a beautiful woman you have a tiny dick? But she guessed when I told her who had sent me. She said,
"Ah, mon ami. Say no more, I know your problem. It is nothing to be ashamed of monsieur, sometimes Mother Nature, she can be cruel, yes? But fear not, Madam Cleo has what you are needing, un moment."
I waited nervously, looking at all the weird stuff in her store. There were all sorts of jars full of powders and spices, bundles of dried plants hung from the ceiling, jars with dead things and parts of dead things, weird little statues and charms, Santeria statues, Voodoo stuff, and all sorts of other occult paraphernalia. The place creeped me out, I swear some of the dead things in jars were looking at me, and a stuffed alligator had a big grin on its face. I almost left, but just as I was turning she came back, the bead curtain to the back room musically rattling behind her.
"Dearie, I have what you need right here." She said, and handed me small green bottle.
I looked at it and there appeared to be about maybe two ounces of a thick yellowish grey looking fluid in it. Frankly it looked like snot, and I wrinkled my nose as I looked at it. Gross, I thought, what IS this stuff? She laughed, and said,
"Ah yes, it does appear unappetizing I must admit, but it will give you what you want so badly. Take one large drop a day with an apéritif of some kind to wash it down with, Mon Cher. But do not take too much, she is a powerful magic."
"Um, OK, I said. How much do I owe you?"
"Oh, ho-ho, that is up to you Mon Cher. I ask for $500.00 up front for the bottle, but use only what you need, no less, no more. Then when you return I will charge for each drop used $50.00, and of course refund the balance. This, it is acceptable?"
$500.00! I thought. Well, what the hell. Paul had sworn it had worked on him; and he wasn't a liar. I figured, after all nothing else had worked, so what the heck. I gave her $500.00, which she tucked down that amazing cleavage and gave me a good glimpse of the edges of her dark brown aureoles, whether intentionally or not I have no idea, but it was one Hell of a view. So I took the little bottle with me, figuring I'd just been royally hosed. But she HAD promised a refund.
When I got home I opened the bottle and looked at the stuff, and it still looked like snot. Had I just paid $500.00 for a jar of snot, where she and Paul having a good laugh right now? It didn't have a smell I could discern, so I poured a drop into a spoon; it took forever as the stuff was thick as molasses, and touched it with the tip of my tongue. It tasted kind of salty with a hint of something else. Sulfur? I stirred it into a small glass of beer and it fizzled a little as it dissolved. Oh well, I thought, here goes nothing! I drank the concoction, watched the TV for awhile, and went to bed. The only thing that I noticed during the night was I woke up with an erection a couple of times, but nothing seemed to change. Figured I'd probably gotten ripped off again.
When I woke up in the morning I had morning wood, and wasn't sure at first, but it did look a little big bigger, and thicker. I got out a ruler and measured, and YES, my dick had grown almost a half inch! I went to work feeling great, and just about drove the rest of the gang crazy by humming and whistling all the time. When I got home right away I poured out another large drop of the gooey stuff into another beer and drank it down in one big gulp. After I went to bed I woke up again during the night with boners, and in the morning when I measured myself I was almost four inches long! Oh Joy, it really was working!! I was happier then I had ever been in my life, at last I was at least normal! So why not make it even bigger? It was Friday, so I took another drop right after work, and Saturday morning I was a good six inches long and even my balls were a little bit bigger. It felt great and I jacked off to celebrate, and had the most powerful and pleasurable orgasm I'd ever had before. So I figured, why not even larger! If I grew about an inch per drop of the potion, what if I took four drops at once? I could be ten inches long by the next day!
I looked in the bottle and there wasn't much left, there was maybe five drops, give or take a little. I thought, an eleven inch cock? Why the HELL not? And I wouldn't be afraid to "let it all hang out" at the gym anymore, let the other guys have the inferiority complex for a change. So I poured the rest of the goop into a beer; and even washed out the jar for every last bit, and drank it down. I had the most incredibly erotic dreams that night, and woke up several times with rock hard boners and had to jack off twice, and oh my God it felt good and I really made a mess there was so much cum. After I came the second time I measured myself, eight inches! By morning I'd have the full eleven! A few hundred bucks for an eleven inch cock and bigger balls would be the best money I ever spent. Of course that's not how it worked out.
When I woke up in the morning; with another rock hard erection and my covers soaked in pre, I wasn't eleven inches long, I was fifteen. And my balls were a lot bigger too, heavy and swollen. I jacked off again and had to clench my teeth to keep from screaming the pleasure was so intense, and was surprised it took me over an hour to reach climax considering how sensitive my cock and balls were. I tried not to make too much noise as the apartment walls were paper thin. Fifteen inches I thought, Jesus, I'm hung like a horse! Well, I guess I could learn to live with it, and God it felt good! I'd need to get new clothes though, some really baggy pants and a size XXXL supporter. It was Saturday, but I stayed in and jacked off four more times during the day, grunting and moaning in pleasure. When I finally feel asleep I was exhausted, but happy.
When I woke up Sunday in the late morning I wasn't happy any more, not when I saw the huge eighteen inch erection jutting up from between my legs and the tennis ball size balls. Using both hands I managed to jack off; I need it so badly, and when I came it drenched my face and hair in cum. I was worried now; I sure as Hell didn't want to be THIS big! I mean, it felt incredible, but it would be hard for me just to walk. No way could I work or anything, and no way I could get laid like this; that is unless I found a mare that liked men, it was just too damn big! Well, I thought, Madam Cleo gave me a potion to make my genitals larger; she can give me one to make them smaller again. Holding the shaft of my still hard erection I got out her card and gave her a call. It was Sunday, but I hoped she'd be at home since she lived in her shop. She was, and picked it up on the third ring. I gave a sigh of relief even as I was stroking myself again,
"Hello? Madam Cleo? Yes ma'am, this is the man who bought the, um, enlarger potion from you last week."
"Ah, Monsieur, she replied, and tell me, the potion, how did she work?"
"Um, well, quite well actually. I said, but that's the problem, uggggh, excuse me, it worked just a little too well. I'm actually, aaahh, bigger then I wanted."
There was silence for a minute, and then she said, "How much bigger are we talking Mon Ami?"
God this is embarrassing, I thought. "Um, last time I checked, uggnnhh, it was eighteen inches, but I think, uh, uh, UH, it might be bigger now." Oh GOD that feels good, I thought as I kept stroking my aching throbbing shaft.
"Monsieur, she said a serious voice, how much of the potion have you taken?"
"Um, all of it." I replied.
"Sacre! This is not good, no it is not! She said, I must see you immediately, but it would not be good for you to drive like that, it would be most dangerous. I will come for you, but in the meantime the more you pleasure yourself the better, it will slow down the growth, so long as you keep draining the balls. I will honk when I have arrived and you come down to the car, and bring the bottle."
"Yes Madam Cleo." I replied.
Putting down the phone I grabbed by cock with my other hand and started jacking off as fast and as hard as I could, oh it felt so good, and I needed to cum so badly! I had just reached orgasm, a mighty pulsing blast of thick sticky strands of cum that shot several feet, when I heard a horn honk. Had it take me that long?? I already had on my shoes and quickly pulled on a pair of pants, leaving my huge; now thankfully flaccid, cock and balls hanging outside as there was no way they'd fit inside. To cover my embarrassment I got out an old overcoat I'd had from my Goth days, it was too big and would be perfect. It might look a little weird to be wearing it in the warm weather, but it would look weirder to have my giant cock and balls hanging out. I left and locked the door, then staggered down the stars; do you have any idea how hard it is to walk with a cock and balls that size?, and slid into the passenger side of her old Mercedes.
She looked at me as we drove away; and said "Mom Ami, this is a stupid thing you have done. Did I not tell you one drop a day, no more? And yet you do not listen, and now here we are and you have a problem, a rather large problem, no?"
"Yes, I replied, I'm sorry. It was working so well, I just didn't want to wait any longer."
She reached over and patted my leg, and said "I know Mon Cher, it is just that you have taken a, how do you say, um, overdose. We must find the antidote."
Oh Thank God, I thought, there is an antidote! I was already starting to get another damn erection; I think in response to the sight and scent of Madam Cleo, she was a very impressive woman. I managed to keep it under control until she had parked the car in the alley behind the store, but by then I had a rather embarrassingly noticeable circus tent in my overcoat, and no way to hide it. I was so hard it hurt and I desperately wanted to pleasure myself, even if I had to do it in front of Madam Cleo. As it turned out I didn't have too, as least for awhile.
When we entered the shop I was rubbing myself though my now damp and stained overcoat, whimpering from the lust. She took one look, and said,
"Come with me my ailing friend, I must give you, um, an examination? Yes?"
She took me to a back room where she had a daybed, large old fashioned desk, and shelves with all sort of weird looking stuff on them. Old and modern books, honest to God scrolls, more bottles of I-didn't-really-want-to-know-what, weird statues, and all sorts of odd stuff. The place smelled like a cross between a flower shop and a perfume factory, sweet and cloying, almost, but not quite, nauseating. But the sweet scents also brought me to an even higher level of arousal, and with a moan I squeezed my huge aching cock through the material of the overcoat that was now thoroughly drenched in pre. She smiled at me, and said,
"I know what we must do first Mon Cher, take off your clothes and lay down on the bed so that Madam Cleo might have a look at you. Do not be shy, I am no maiden, and I will return shortly."
Frankly I was embarrassed, but at that point didn't give a shit, all I wanted; needed to do, was jack off. If she wanted to watch that was fine with me. So I stripped off all my clothes and sat down on the daybed; really more of an oversize couch with a thin mattress and covers on it, and leaning back started stroking my aching cock. And it was bigger, I could tell!! But it felt soooo good! I closed my eyes from the pleasure and didn't hear the door open again as Madam Cleo returned, but I heard her when she said,
"Oh Mon Dieu, votre coq est magnifique! I have never seen such an impressive erection before Mon Cher! It would be a shame to let it, uh, go to waste? Do you not agree? The sight of you makes me want you, NOW!"
I opened my eyes at the sound of her voice and looked her, grunting as I kept stroking myself, there was no way I could stop. She had changed her clothes and now had on some sort of oriental looking kimono kind of robe, but then she had NOTHING on as he let the robe drop to the ground. My eyes went wide as I looked at her nude body, she had large conical jutting tits that just barely jiggled as she walked toward me, and a thick thatch of pubic hair on top of her large mound with protruding pink lips, lips wet and dripping from her own lust, and I could smell it! It was the first time I'd ever seen a naked woman in person, and her pussy was also the biggest I'd ever seen before, her slit much have been four inches tall. She was every teenage boys wet dream personified, and God how I wanted her! She licked her lips as she walked closer, her eyes on my throbbing aching erection. I looked at her, pleading with my eyes, and said,
"Oh, please, oh please, I can't, UGH, it hurts, it hurts so good!"
She didn't say another word, just climbed up on the daybed and straddled me. There was no foreplay as we were both too far gone in our lust for that. I had to be at least twenty inches long now, but I lifted my head and watched in amazement as her she pressed the head of my cock to her vagina, and it swallowed every inch of my cock with no problem, and I felt myself push deeper and deeper into her and the pleasure was mind numbing. I grabbed her full firm ass cheeks and started thrusting up as she ground down, both of us grunting and moaning in pleasure. I reached up and clumsily kneaded her large bobbing breasts, and she gasped and moaned in pleasure as she leaned forward enough for my mouth to reach her hard nipples and I sucked on them eagerly. And we fucked; God how we fucked, for hours, moaning and grunting like animals, and we each had not one, but four massive orgasms that made us scream in release, our crotches soaked and dripping with my cum and her own flood of sexual juices. And so I lost my virginity as more of a bull then a man.
When she finally dismounted I was drained and so exhausted I could hardly move, but it still took a long time for my erection to fade. She sat down in a chair breathing heavily, and said,
"Oh, Mom Cher, that was special, was it not? I too once had an "accident" when a spell went wrong many years ago now, it left me unable to achieve sexual satisfaction with even well endowed normal men, but, ah, you are not a normal man anymore. My pussy, it takes now a horse to fill it, or a man afflicted such as yourself. It has been long since I have been so well serviced, it was most wonderful, was it not? You were like a stallion, magnifique!"
"Yes, it was, um pretty fantastic, I replied. In fact it was the only sex I'd ever had, at least with a partner, and what a partner. I looked at her sitting in the chair, her legs spread with her pink inner lips exposed, her thatch wet with cum, sweat glistening on her incredible breasts, and felt myself stir. I stared in shock as my penis lengthened and thickened again, and it was like I hadn't had sex for days, like our incredible sex hadn't even happened. I looked at her, and she smiles and stood up and walked towards me licking her lips, and a short time later I was thrusting up into her again while we both gasped and moaned, then after we climaxes we traded places, and she lay with her legs spread while I humped her as fast and hard as I could, then I took her from behind, then she was on top again. This is impossible, I thought, but who cares!
It was well into the evening before we were able to stop, and I have no idea how many times we came. Afterwards she measured my still hard cock, and I whimpered when the ruler read 24 inches, and my balls were now the size of baseballs, their weight stretching my scrotum halfway down to my knees, making it very difficult to walk. It was easier if I cradled them in my hands. I lay on the daybed; both of us still nude as it saved time when I became hard again, while Madam cleo did "research". She flipped through books and unrolled scrolls, muttering to herself in French and some other language I couldn't identify. She had to stop a couple of times while I fucked her from behind, my huge balls swinging back and forth, and she still took every inch of my still growing penis. I was almost delirious from lust by now and didn't pay much attention to what she was doing. Finally after an hour long bout of frenzied coupling she stood up after I dismounted from her, my cock still hard and aching, and said,
"Ah, Mon Cher, I now know what we must do. I must prepare a potion, so do not go anywhere Mon Petit."
I just nodded as I looked at my now softball sized balls and huge; finally flaccid, penis, and thought, where would I go? I can hardly even walk now. I watched her perfect ass as she left the office, and felt a stirring my loins. Oh please, not again!
I was rock hard again when she came back in the office and handed me a glass with something minty smelling in it. I was rampant again, and she straddled and mounted me, and as she rode my aching erection I gulped down the potion. God, I hope it works fast! The sex was incredible, but even too much of a good thing can become a torment. Then I grabbed her waist and thrust up as hard as I could, but a few minutes later the pleasure faded as everything went blank and I slipped into a deep sleep even as I orgasmed violently.
I woke up and my head hurt, it was pounding like a trip-hammer was inside. With a groan I sat up and something metallic clinked, and I found it was chain attached to a heavy leather collar that had been padlocked around my neck. What the HELL? Madam Cleo? I called, as I looked around. I was in a fairly large room with brick walls and a concrete floor. I was still nude, and was sitting on an old mattress that was damp from the pre leaking constantly from my; to my horror, even larger penis and balls. Whatever she had given me had NOT stopped; or even slowed down, the horrible growth. The rest of the room had what I recognized as various kinds of "torture" devices, racks, manacles on the walls, heavy adjustable tables, etc. But they looked old and unused, dusty and neglected, much to my relief. I pulled on the chain, but it was bolted to the wall and the staple didn't budge, and the collar was tight enough there was no way I could remove it. I wasn't going anywhere, not that I could easily anyway, not like I was now. Then my penis began to throb and stiffen, damn it, NOT now, NOT here! But it was soon rock hard and at least thirty inches long, and my balls pulsed with their need to have the building pressure in them relieved. With a moan I started to masturbate. I had no idea how long I'd been here, but it felt like the mind blowing sex with Madam Cleo had never even happened.
The can NOT be happening, I thought, as gasping from the strain I kept stroking my shaft, now too large in diameter for both hands to fit around it. It seemed to go on forever, until my scream echoed in the room as a massive orgasm racked my body, thick globs and stands of cum drenching me and splattering the wall behind me. With a sob I fell back on the mattress trying to catch my breath, my penis still hard but temporarily satisfied. It was like it was in charge now; I had no choice but to give it what it wanted. But for now I could rest.
Madam Cleo came into the room some time later as I was desperately trying to pleasure myself again, and I looked at her with tears running down my face as I squuezed and stroked my aching erection.
"Please, eeerrgg, I begged, I need, I, ohhhh GOD, please help me!"
"But of course Mon Ami, I cannot refuse such a request!"
Madam Cleo said as she shed her robe and; nude, approached me. I looked up at her gratefully as she lowered herself onto my rampant erection again, and as she began to ride me I sobbed and squealed at the unbearable pleasure, and soon orgasm after orgasm was rocking our bodies, thick fluid dribbling and spurting from our joined sexes to pool on my stomach and thighs and soak the mattress under me. I don't how long it took this time; all that mattered was the agonizing ecstasy. Finally she dismounted, both of us temporarily spent, and I asked,
"Please, what are you doing? Why am I chained up in this place? You said you were going to help me! Please let me go, I need to get to a hospital!"
"Ah now, she said, but I cannot let you go my poor unfortunate. There is no cure for that which ails you. Now, here, you need to eat, you are using up a great deal of energy and it must be fed."
She had brought a tray with her, and it had what looked a big bowl of oatmeal or mash. She poured a huge glop of honey on it, and added what looked like powdered cinnamon in equally large quantities. Other than a bottle of water that's all there was. As she spoon fed me I gulped down the oatmeal, it was thick and sweet and tasted delicious, and she had to keep me from gulping the large bottle of water. Afterwards I felt much better.
"Look, I told her, you can't keep me here, not like this. Please, I won't tell anyone about your involvement, I'll just say it suddenly started growing. If you'll make me smaller I'll let you keep me, um large, so we can, um, I mean, help each other with our problems."
"Ah, that is sweet my pet, but I cannot take that chance. I am one who cannot bear close scrutiny by the authorities; there are things that must not be known. And alas, that which ails you has no cure. I have consulted all my tomes and books of lore, have talked to others who practice the arts, and there is naught that may be done. Once one has consumed such a large quantity of demon cum at the same time the change is unstoppable, and will continue to its completion."
"Demon WHAT!?! I choked, what are you talking about? And you've got to stop it, please, I can't live like this!"
"Demon cum, Mon Ami, Madam Cleo replied. Most rare as I am sure you can imagine, and quite difficult to obtain. In small quantities it can be, um, beneficial, but taken in overdose, ah well, you can see the results for yourself. No, I am afraid nothing can be done; you will just continue to grow. Our couplings will slow it down somewhat, but soon you will be too big even for me. It is a shame you took so much, if you had stopped growing at thirty inches, oh the pleasure we would give one another over the years!"
By this time I wasn't paying a whole lot of attention as I was rock hard again, And with a smile Madam Cleo climbed onto me again and soon the room was loud with our moans and other sounds of helpless pleasure. Finally she dismounted as my penis began to go limp, cum still dribbling from the tip. Then she picked up the tray and turned to leave.
"PLEASE! I begged, don't do this, let me get help, they can cut it off!"
She turned around, and putting down the tray, gently patted one of my huge swollen testicles, and sadly said,
"I am truly sorry for you are nice man, but nothing can be done. Already your incredible loins have begun to absorb the rest of your body to fuel their growth. If they tried to emasculate you it would mean death. See how your scrotum has spread to your knees? First the legs go, and then the rest follows. I added more demon cum to your food to speed up the change so you will not have to suffer for so long Mon Cher. And I will take care of you afterwards, see to your needs."
I stared at her in horror. MORE demon cum, she'd given me more?? "Oh God, oh God, I said, how big will my cock and balls GET??"
"You do not understand, she replied in a sad voice, you will become your cock and balls. The rest of you will be absorbed until nothing but your cock and balls remain. Your mind will remain intact and aware, but you will just be nothing more than a set of huge genitals. But when the change is over your balls will produce demon cum as you will have in effect become a demon's genitals. Your cum will be quite valuable and will more than pay for your upkeep."
"NO. NO, PLEASE, NOOO!! I screamed as she left me there, thick cum running down the inside of her legs as she climbed the stairs. She did not look back.
She visited me every few hours over the next few days while the change ran its course, helping me to relieve my needs until I was too large even for her own mutated sex. She ignored my pleas and begging; and my screams, often those of insatiable lust as I tried to masturbate if she wasn't there to help drain me. And every time she visited me I was larger, the change noticeably progressing as she continued to feed me more oatmeal laced with demon cum, and I had to eat, I was starving, sobbing as I devoured more of the very thing that was turning me into a monstrosity. She told me if she didn't give me more cum then the change could take over a year and would be much more agonizing, this way it would take less than two weeks.
By the fifth day my legs and feet were gone, no trace remaining. I had felt them go numb like they were falling asleep, then limp as the bones liquefied, then they were drawn up into my expanding ball sack until nothing remained, and my scrotum also swallowed my waist and chest until my arms rested on top of my gigantic balls, my thick six foot penis jutting out between them. When she wasn't there my only company was cockroaches and slugs who came to feast on the puddles of pre and cum. I gave up trying to shoo them away, and now can only endure as they crawl and slither over my aching erection. I have no idea what they think about me, the provider of so much food.
Now Madam Cleo just comes to feed me, huge bowls of thick sweet oatmeal and large bottles of sugar water that I devour eagerly. I no longer try to ask for mercy, my vocal cords seem to be gone. I can do little more than grunt and squeal now. My penis constantly drips pre and cum now as I can no longer masturbate, but I still come every so often in massive gut wrenching orgasms. I can feel a tingling start deep in my horrid body, and I began to pulse and throb until a huge orgasm explodes inside my balls and I pump out literally gallons of cum that splatters and pools on the floor. Sometimes Madam Cleo, bless her, will take off all her clothes and rub her nude pre slick body against my cock while I squeal in ecstasy, rubbing her pussy lips and breasts against my shaft until I cum again and again. I am so grateful when she does that. She removed the collar long ago; there is no need for it anymore as I am totally immobile. Shortly after she could no longer mount me she inserted a catheter in my penis in order to collect my pre and cum in large jars, but they are often overflowing before she comes again, the whole floor of the basement is covered in a thick layer of sticky pre and cum. Where it all comes from I have no idea. She cleans me of my wastes as well, but there is not much as almost all I eat becomes cum.
It took four more days for the change to finish. Slowly my arms went numb and were absorbed into my balls, and then my head followed, my face turning upwards as I helplessly sank into my sex, squealing in terror. When it was done only my eyes and mouth remained, my 'mouth' now a soft sphincter like opening containing no teeth as my obscene "body" no longer has any bones. I can still see, but my stare is limited to the ceiling overhead, I might as well be blind. The only sounds I can make are mewls and wet gurgles. I wish I could at least talk to her when she visits me to give me so much pleasure and release, to try and satisfy my needs. I love her for that. I live for the feel of her nude body rubbing up and down the length of my now permanently erect penis, six feet long now, and her caresses of my huge swollen testicles.
The only other changes were my penis and balls slowly changed to a dark red color as my penis changed shape, my corona becoming larger and flared more, my blans more pointed, small ridges and knobs now covering my shaft as fine red scales spread to cover my scrotum. Now there is no mistaking me for human genitals, I belong between the legs of a creature of Hell.
It has been years now, and I live my life as a giant set of genitals in a state of permanent arousal in that dark dank basement that is my home. She milks me on a regular basis, which helps take the edge off my insatiable lust as I pump gallons of cum at a time into the collection bottles, but she is aging. I can see her growing old when she looks into my "face" as she feeds me. I however do not seem to age, possibly because I am no longer human, but am instead a demons sexual organ. My biggest terror is what will happen to me when Madam Cleo dies? Does anyone else know about me, will anyone find this secret room and the horror within? I can only hope and pray she will make arrangements for me to be cared for, or hopefully destroyed, when her time comes. I hope and I pray, and I cum, and cum, and cum.....
The End
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