Malapar
Malapar gripped the counter tightly, nearly crushing the material in his palm. His forearm throbbed and twitched, reacting with both pain and pleasure to the phenomenon that was occurring. The ad had said that the effect would be quite sensational, but he was not expecting this...
The box of pills sat on the counter, opened and consumed. "Enlarge your penis now!" it boldly exclaimed on the cover. Below this was a long paragraph in print so small one would need a magnifying glass to read it. Malapar figured it wasn't important anyway. What was important was getting a bigger cock.
He was a good size for a bull: a wide chest sporting two massive pecs that flexed with every movement of his hulking arms - which each carried a bicep the size of a basketball when flexed, a cut eight pack stomach which crunched with any slight movement of his body, and an impressive v-shaped torso that many yearned for but could never achieve even through the most rigorous of workout routines. His quads were large enough to barely squeeze into any pair of pants - the muscles always begging to tear through whatever fabric restrained them. Overall, he possessed the idea physique that many would kill for. Unfortunately, he lacked one thing: a proportionately large package. Instead of a nice mammoth he could show off, Malapar possessed a relatively small six - incher. Not bad for other species, but for one as large as he, it looked puny.
But all of that was about to change. After opening a box of these supposed wonder pills, Malapar had difficulty sleeping. He would constantly dream of finally having that big cock he always craved. A titanic, throbbing pillar of bull cock that would paint the room when it exploded. He hoped beyond hope that this would work, because right now he was feeling the tingling sensation he was supposed to feel after a few days.
Judging by what he was feeling now, it had to work. He felt his body changing, as though many small bubbles were working their way through his muscles and ending at his cock. It didn't hurt, but rather tickled. He was already as hard as he could be from the anticipation. He looked in the mirror, eagerly awaiting a change. He stood his with hands on his hips, his abs rippling through his skin as he breathed heavily, pecs seemingly inflating and deflating. His cock throbbed eagerly, red in color and dripping a small rope of precum onto the counter. Still, though, it did not grow. He waited, closing his eyes and thinking of that big cock he would hopefully soon have.
He let out a long sigh after waiting there for over half an hour, the tingling sensation ending, and shook his head, shrugging. "At least I've still got my body," he smiled, tracing the lines of his brick abs with his finger which was soaked with a glob of precum he had wiped off the counter. The action sent shivers down his spine, his muscled twitching as he trembled, moaning softly, eyes closed. He put his hands on top of his head and rubbed his scalp, letting his palms slide down his body as the sensation grew. His cupped his massive pecs in his palms, giving them a firm squeeze. His biceps crunched and throbbed as he patted them down, abs as hard as a washboard when he slid his hands across them. His traveling palms ended at his cock, which he grabbed eagerly.
His eyes opened. His dick looked bigger. Not by much, but by a good 2 inches, and as thick as a toilet paper roll as well. His tongue stuck out slightly as he slowly stroked himself up and down. His cock felt hard as a rock, blood red in color now, the veins pulsating against the taught skin, visibly throbbing. He grabbed his bottom and squeezed it as he slowly thrust forward, the bottom of his shaft grinding against the smooth edge of the countertop. A trail of precum oozed down his cock, driving him wild with lust. His cockhead grew purple, oozing more and more precum, and as he was lost in this pleasure, his cock extending more and more outwards, surging forward as it grew and thickened. Nine inches, ten, eleven, twelve. It traveled up his body as he kept his eyes closed and thrust the air.
He faced away from the counter, resting his bottom against it, still humping at nothing, his cock still growing, his hands exploring his hard body. His cock traveled up his navel, the head brushing against his abs at it went up and up, leaving a smear of precum along his fur. His cockhead rubbed against his nipple, leaving a warm wet spot as it traveled up more before settling in between his pecs, oozing an endless amount of pre down his body.
He felt his legs involuntarily begin to squeeze together. He looked in the mirror and saw that his large bull balls had become even larger - the size of oranges, dangling between his knees. They lifted every few seconds, feeding his cock an endless torrent of precum that constantly oozed down his cock, making the taught skin shine with the natural lube.
He finally stopped his thrusting and opened his eyes to his new cock. It was all the way up to his pecs, as thick as two beer cans. He stroked it once and nearly fell to his knees at the wave of pleasure. A wad of precum splattered onto his chest, which was already soaked. It was time he had some fun.
He darted out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, collapsing onto his back on the bed, his heavy cock thumping on his chest, a rope of precum splashing his body. He writhed on the bed as he stroked himself, using his precum as lube, drenching his body and face with the never-ending stream of thick pre that his heavy balls provided, which lay in a bunch on the bed between his legs. He got up and looked at himself in the mirror. Beautiful. His cock hung perfectly horizontally to the ground, throbbing lightly to his heartbeat, a thick rope of shiny precum drooling onto the floor. He flexed an arm, moaning lightly in pleasure at the feeling of the strong muscle bunching up, throbbing with power and strength. He stroked his cock with his other hand, letting out a loud grunt as another shot of pre splashed onto his bicep. The muscle grew even taller at this feeling of pleasure, a thick vein forming and throbbing, seemingly ready to burst from the skin. He rubbed the cum into the soccer ball-sized arm, licking it off with the tip of his tongue as he cock continued to lurch and spew all over his perfect body. His fur was matted down across most of his torso from the wetness of his pleasure.
He moaned, letting go of his cock. He let it pulsate and bon in front of him, cumming constantly over and over - actual cum now, as the pleasure was growing more intense and the orgasms began to hit. He ran his hands down his wet body, tweaking his nipples, toying with his abs, feeling his arms and flexing over and over again in different poses. He made his quads bulge with muscle, his abs crunch with power, his arms twitch and throb from the straight of flexing. All the while his cock was thumping on his chest, hard as a rock, begging for attention, spurting and spurting ropes of thick bullseed. "Yeah....UUHHHHHH," he'd moan as he flexed. "So fucking hot. AWW, FUUUCK!"
The pleasure was becoming too great. He fell back onto his bed, bending his neck and head just enough to shove his cockhead inside, gagging already on the massive amounts of spunk flooding his mouth. He sucked, the room filling with the scent of his musk and the sound of his slurping and the bed spring squeaking as he bobbed his head up and down his shaft. Cum and spit drooled down his lips and onto his chest, separating into different streams as the liquids traced down his abs. He took as much as he could, fondling his balls his one hand and squeezing his base with the other.
He could feel the big one coming. He popped his head off his cock and moaned, rubbing his hands up and down the massive, swollen shaft. It had gotten even bigger in his extreme state of arousal, the cockhead nearly poking him underneath his chin. He squeezed the base again, gasping as his shaft momentarily inflated due to the blocked bloodflow. His cock turned a deep shade of red, a plethora of veins popping out and throbbing against the sleep flesh. Cum struggled to spurt from the tip, coming in short bursts like a leaky pipe. His cock was simply ready to explode.
And that it did when he let go. "FUUUUCK! YES! YES!!!!" he roared as the orgasm of orgasms came. His arms flew up behind his head as rope after rope of wrist-thick bullseed shot out, splattering behind his head and onto the bed. Each shot lasted a long time, the longest up to 10 seconds, like a firehose. His cock lurched and throbbed with every shot, thumping on his chest after each wad. He put his feet plat on the bed and arched his back, thrusting into the air as cum continued to rain down on him, splattering loudly onto his body and around him. It was so warm, so thick, so tasty, and so sensational. "GOD! MORE! MORE!!!" he shouted as he continued to splatter himself, the bed, the wall, the ceiling, his orgasm growing in strength as he thrust the air, his butt clenching mightily. He writhed and continued to roar and moan, running his hands down his soaked body, up his powerful cock. His thrashed from side to side and, in an effort to control himself, brought his head down again to slurp on his exploding cockhead, which was purple and swollen to the size of an apple. His abs crunched as he sucked, trying to recycle the cum, slurping as much as he could before getting full. "Mmm..MMMMM....UUUGH!" he roared again as his lips popped off his cockhead.
His orgasm wasn't even showing signs of letting up after two full minutes. His cock was waving to and fro, inflating and deflating before and after exploding with cum. Malapar fell back onto his bed and flexed his biceps again with his palms behind his head, letting them brush against his cheeks, his tongue roaming all over them, licking the cum off, tracing the veins with his tongue. With one final thrust into the air, Malapar's last shot of cum shot right into his open mouth, which he gulped down greedily. He breathed heavily, pecs heaving, the air permeated with the smell of his cum, the bed soaked through, his body wet as though he had just come out of a bath. He cock softened, spurting its last weak wads of cum. Malapar was speechless and exhausted. He fell asleep, dreaming of how he would use this gift to please others. Tomorrow night would be a busy one.